#I really wish they would stick to it for more sets cause I’d gladly take spanner and byakuran over Hibari and mukuro for the 50th time

[mikamink]

After being delayed my order is finally here….

Varia my beloveds💕🥺

#khr #katekyo hitman reborn #also really liking this strange assortment of characters #I really wish they would stick to it for more sets cause I’d gladly take spanner and byakuran over Hibari and mukuro for the 50th time #now if only we could get genkishi a little more frequently

[ohmysparkle]

🍑 filthy 🍑

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🖤 pairing: Hyunjin x Reader

🖤 length: 2.6K

🖤 warnings: smut, impact play, pegging, anal play, femdom, crying.

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He’s been needier than usual for a few days, getting whinier during sex, rubbing absolutely every part of his body against yours whenever you cuddled.

But you knew that you had to save these moments, since they were special occasions that couldn’t be repeated too often. Sure, you both enjoy sweet, sensual sex and lovemaking, but every once in a while something builds up in Hyunjin.

He says it’s all caused by you, his admiration to you, how proficient you seem with everything - you are his queen, his goddess. He begins to call you these things instead of princess and darling, as if on top of all the love he also worships you. He’s extra careful, when he gets in these moods, to say thank you for everything, to kiss you after every small gesture, to compliment you at every step.

And then it escalates, he’ll not dare touch you to start sex, but he’ll look at you with the most pleading eyes. He wants you to control things, to control him. He wants you to do filthy, filthy things with him and he’s willing to do anything to plead for his cause. Anything.

Today you are lounging about in your room, and Hyunjin takes a shower at an unusual time. You can only guess what he’s up to, but when you hear a whimperish grunt from along the sprinkling water you have all your suspicions confirmed. You have a little satisfied smirk on your face, as you begin shuffling your soft legs together in anticipation.

You make sure to slip on a matching set of undies before he gets out, just a simple mesh thing and a matching bralette, and get your little black box from beneath the bed and set it aside.

Hyunjin is nervous in the shower as he fingers himself, and he gets pathetically hard thinking how he’ll have to beg to you, how you’ll degrade him and hit him. He can’t help but let out a second mewl that escapes his breathy pants. He imagines himself looking up at your glorious body from his position in the ground, how you’ll use his body as if it were an object of pleasure - sure, he’ll gladly be that so long as it’s only for your pleasure. He likes it when you make him feel small, he feels like he is undeserving of you, and that he deserves punishment and pain and degradation until he is able to prove to you that he is good and deserving.

You’re so good, so so good, he thinks as he now plunges two fingers in his ass. He wants you to be angry and vicious, but you’re so loving and sweet that the only reason you do it is because of his begging and pleading. It’s all his fault for being so filthy and horny, he wonders if he can use that to make you angry today.

He pulls out just before he’s past the point of no return. One final wash, and he’s out drying himself and brushing his hair. Moisturizer, toner, leave in conditioner, deodorant. He makes sure to smell and feel good for you. Once the mirror is clear of some steam, he takes one final look at himself. Running his hands over his toned abdomen, and turning around to spread his cheeks and catch a glimpse of his pink and puffy hole in the reflection. He grabs a tiny towel and wraps it around his waist before he heads into the room.

You’re laying on the opposite end of the bed, on your side so that your waist and hips form a beautiful snake like figure, and your looking at him like some panther whose about to pounce. Your eyes are all dark and lusty, your nipples are stiff and poking through the transparent fabric that pulls them at a beautiful angle. All he can do is walk up to the edge of the bed and kneel in front of you, keeping his fearful face just inches away from your sultry stare.

“What were you doing in there?” You ask him. You’re resting your weight on one arm and the other roams over your body, your thighs, your ass, your tummy, all slow and sensual, as if you had not the slightest urgency or care in the world.

He won’t lie to you, he’s shameless. “I was touching myself.”

You turn to lay on your abdomen, propping yourself up on your elbows, and face him directly. “And how did you touch yourself?” You ask as you tuck one wet strand of hair behind his ear and stroke his face with the back of your finger.

“I fingered myself.”

“Did you cum?”

“No, I was hoping you would help me with that.” He says, and his resolve cracks a little and he’s looking down now, avoiding your eyes.

You sit up and settle in the end of the bed so Hyunjin’s figure is between your dangling legs. You cup his face so he looks up at you, but your affection is almost mocking him, laughing at his pitiful arousal. But you admire his pretty pleading face, and stroke his hair back gently before yanking it back at which he releases a yelp.

“And why should I?”

“Because I’m a good boy.” You hated being this mean, he really was a good boy. You don’t say anything nice but you lean down to his angled head, fingers still gripping his hair and your other hands tracing the column of his throat and you give him a slow, deep kiss. You really are a good boy, you say with the gesture, and it almost breaks your heart to get up and walk away from him, leaving him hazy and disoriented.

You settle a harness on your hips and insert a dildo, 10 inches should do since your boy is a champ, and you bring a bottle of lube along with you.

He’s waiting on the ground, trailing you on his knees and he looks up at you like a little pet on the floor, looking for his master’s acknowledgment. You stroke his dark hair back once more as he bats his eyelashes slowly, making the prettiest faces he could to be beautiful for you.

“Such a shame, you’re so pretty... yet you’re going to be crying and screaming soon. You’ll be all messy...” You mindlessly muse. He feels his cock twitch against the fluffy towel that still hugs his hips, and the hole in his ass feels horribly empty.

“You gonna be good?” You ask, and he obediently nods and presses a kiss to the wrist of your hand which cradles his head. “Then suck.”

It’s a pretty sight, you wish you could feel what those lips feel like wrapped around a cock, but for now you enjoy the visual stimulation and you let it arouse you. He begins at the top, grabbing the base of the pink cock, and sucks it. He never breaks eye contact, he looks up at you with his expressive eyes, acting all pretty and seductive, arching his back out as he sucks. He swirls his tongue around, and lets his plump lips tease at the head, sometimes he sticks his tongue out and rubs the head of the dildo back and forth over it. Such a tease.

“More.” You gently demand, nudging at the back of his head so it comes closer to your hips, “unless you want me to fuck you with a dry cock.”

Hyunjin takes in the head past his teeth. It’s a bit girthy, but he can still manage a few inches in his mouth. You let him adjust for a moment before you decide to thrust your hips into his face, making him gag and pull back to cough, his lips still connected to the dildo with a glistening string of saliva.

“More.” You simply demand. And he crawls right back to you and eagerly takes more. He grips at the base to set a cutoff and takes in everything from that to the tip, it’s about half of the pink phallus and he chokes a little but slowly goes until it’s settled in the back of his throat. He places one hand on your hip, urging you to fuck into his mouth, and so you do. You watch him as the pretty wet noises and gags leave his mouth, the discomfort of the sensation leaving him so vulnerable, and he begins to bob his head to meet your movements. Eventually, he lets go of the base and slacks his jaw, and you cup his head with your hands and fuck into him. He gags even more now and every handful of thrusts you pull out to let him breath and he gasps in breaths as if he had been drowning, then gets right back in, desperate for more. His eyes water, and his lips shine with a generous coating of his spit that spills with every few smacks of the dildo.

Eventually you pull out all the way, and his chest heaves as he looks at you with expectation. He looks so messy already, but you want more. You lean down to his face, swipe some of the leftover saliva on his chin and dap it on the dildo. He’s quick to wipe the rest of it off with the back of his hand, making himself presentable just in case you’d grant him another kiss. You do, just one. It’s what you always do between these steps to reassure him.

“Get on the bed baby, show me just how well you fingered yourself.”

He immediately crawls about with long and desperate limbs and tears the towel from his hips. He gets on all fours but then rests his weight against his head and shoulders so he can reach back and spread his buttocks, showing you that beautiful little hole. He’s not gaping, but you press a finger to the ring and notice that he is comfortably loose. You run your hand over his ass, it feels so soft and warm and his skin is spotless - a perfect blank canvas for you. You play with the two mounds, eventually roaming over his back and thighs too. He gets back on all fours, with arms stretched out and his spine arched, so that his ass sticks up, and his waist dips beautifully leading to his broad and muscular shoulders. You lean over him and press a kiss to one side of his back, while brushing his hair neatly since you’ll want to see his face when you make him collapse in pleasure.

Before adding lube to the dildo, you reach in between his legs and give his cock a few tugs, as well as kneading his balls. He was all firm already and it springs back when you let go, earning a whine from him and a chuckle from you.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes mistress.”

“Tell me how ready you are.”

“I fingered myself a lot so I’d be ready for you to fuck me, but I didn’t cum because I only want to cum when I’m with you.” He pleads.

“Awww... poor little baby, so desperate for me... so loyal and obedient.” You coo, but there is still mockery in your voice. You position yourself behind him, standing beside the bed as his knees rest in the edge. you let the head of the cock sit atop his anus and you feel him suck in a breath, you slap his ass once so he stays still while you later his hole and your cock with lube.

“Don’t move.” You warn.

“I really need you mistress, please.”

“Yes, and you won’t move or I won’t fuck you.” Spank! He yelps, and you can’t wait until those noises start up.

You rub the cock between his cheeks so that the lube coats it all around, before grabbing the head and pressing it into his ass, guiding it until he’s past the bottom ridge of the head. He whines and shudders, he really is trying to stay still.

You give short thrusts around the middle of the length, and he seems to be taking it easily enough. You press the rest into him slowly and thrust back every time you feel resistance in order to slowly ease him into it, but you know he’d be fine if you thrust it all to the hilt with no regard for the pain, so that’s exactly what you do for the last few inches and he screams. His arms give out in surprise but he’s quick to pick himself back up and you begin to roll your hips at a more consistent pace.

“Do you like having me in your ass, little prince?”

“Yes mistress, yes!”

You add more lube for safe measure and thrust it in once more, you grip his hips in the grove between his thighs and his pelvis and you snap your cock harshly against him now. He whines out, moans wantonly in high pitches and eventually screams. You love grabbing at whatever bit of soft flesh you can find to grind him against your hard movements.

You notice a point of particular desperation in his cries and you slap his ass harshly. “Touch yourself” you cry out, and as he begins to tug desperately on his cock you grow hysterically aroused and take that out in his ass by thrusting hard, slapping your pelvis as hard as you can while watching how his hole absolutely swallow the entire length of the dildo.

“You’re fucking filthy, look at how fucking sloppy you’re ass is.” You said as you rubbed some of the lube over his groove and the crests of his cheeks. You didn’t mean it, really, the sight was beautiful. “Look at you... so pathetic and desperate to get your ass fucked.”

With the way his body jolts and squirms around, you know he’s come. And in the aftermath you slowly ease him down as his whines fade into tired breaths. He colapses on the mattress, limbs going limp, and the dildo slips out of him with a little pop and flick. He still squirmed a bit until his legs fell off the side to the floor and his reddened bottom was bent over the edge of the bed. You spread him open to see how his hole fluttered and clenched, and you kissed one of the dry parts of his cheeks.

“Mommy...”

“Hmm...?”

“More please, please please please...”

And so with that you knelt behind him and dove right back in fucking him until the tears ran from his eyes and he spilt over the sheets a second time. His body was completely limp and exhausted, and he sobbed and whined loudly in ways that made your core throb and ache. Your hands roamed all over his waist and back, soothing him through and even more intense orgasm before you pulled out of him to remove the harness.

You managed to sling him back on to the bed, his perky and abused ass facing upwards, and you draped yourself over his figure, feeling his skin on yours, and hushing him until he was out of his dreamy daze. When he begins to compose himself you kiss his face and he grips around in search for one of your hands, locking his fingers with yours.

“Am I really filthy?” He asks, and there’s a bit of sadness in his voice. You kiss his temple, his shoulder, and his hand that you hold before answering.

“Sometimes... but I love it. You know I don’t mean those bad things I say...” you comfort him with sincerity, “I adore you, all of you. Everything you are is precious.”

His eyes open and meet yours. “I love you.”

#hwang hyunjin smut #hyunjin smut #stray kids smut #sub!hyunjin #sub!idol

[the-cult-of-russo]

Who's my Good Boy?

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader 

Request: will you write the post you reblogged, the one that says billy likes to be called 'good boy' in bed? if not, can i request that? 👀 thanks!!!!

A/N: Oh man. This one… I had way too much fun with this one lmao It took on a life of its own and I don't know if it went in a direction you're okay with, but fuck me sideways, it went there 😂 

Warnings: cursing, smut. Like serious fucking smut, I'm not even kidding. Knife play, lil bit of blood, dom/sub bullshit. Sub!Billy for once and the little shit secretly loves it. 

If you're under 18 then please avert your eyes and scroll on by. If you're over 18 then enjoy and maybe cleanse yourself in some holy water when you're done lmao. I'd say I'm sorry but that would be a bare faced fucking lie 😂😂😂

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You glanced in the mirror and admired your appearance. The black lace lingerie looked good on you and you felt pretty sexy. It was a new set since Billy had already seen every piece of underwear you owned. It was time to cash in on your win and you knew just what you wanted. 

You and Billy often bet with each other over numerous things and more often than not, Billy would win. This time you'd actually won and like hell you'd be squandering this opportunity. He'd bet that he could get more girls numbers at the bar you'd been at and you'd gladly accepted. Never one to turn down his challenges. 

Maybe it was weird for a couple to go off and flirt with other people and get their numbers like that but both of you never intended on calling the girls. It was simply a fun challenge. And you wished you'd taken a picture of Billy's face when you both counted and you'd got 5 more numbers than him. He looked horrified, wildly offended, ridiculously proud and also pretty aroused. You hadn't cashed in then, two nights ago, and you hadn't told him what you had planned. But you most certainly had plans.

Billy loved being in control in every aspect of his life. It was just the way he was and that bled into the bedroom too. You were more than happy to play the sub to his dom and you loved it, but you often wondered just how Billy would fare if the roles were reversed. How would he handle you taking charge and teasing him to the brink of insanity like he did to you?

You were waiting for him to get home from work and once you heard the door, you grinned to yourself. You knew Billy's senses were sharp, perks of dating a former marine sniper, but you crept out of the bedroom and saw him sat on the sofa facing away from you. You knew you wouldn't be able to sneak up on him, not through lack of trying, so you weren't disappointed that he didn't jump when you leaned over the back of the sofa, wrapping your arms around him from behind. 

"Hey, baby," he murmured with a smile, tilting his head to look at you. His hands came up to stroke your arms and you could see curiosity burning in his eyes at your lack of clothes although he couldn't see from his angle just what you had on. You kissed his cheek sweetly and he smiled, leaning into the touch. 

"I'm ready to cash in my win," you smirked. He raised a brow, lips quirking a little as his eyes glittered with curiosity. 

"Really?" He asked, voice low and sultry and you had to remind yourself you had a plan. 

You were nowhere near Billy's level of patience and control but you'd try hard to stick to the plan. You unwound your arms from him, stepping back a bit and you saw his eyes trail down your body, taking in the black lace against your skin and the stockings you had on. The wolfish grin that spread across his face made your knees weak. 

He got up, slinking over to you like a panther, dark eyes drinking in the sight of you. You had to fight the urge to submit to him. To fall on your knees and worship his cock. Now wasn't the time. He reached out to grab your hips but your hands darted out, seizing his wrists tightly. 

"I didn't say you could touch," you said firmly, quirking a brow at him. His lips parted slightly, a dark chuckle leaving them as his fingers flexed but he made no move to escape your hold despite how easy it would be for him. He looked curious and delighted by where this was going, to see this side to you. 

You let him go, pleased when his hands settled by his sides, clenched into fists. You knew he would take it as a personal challenge but you also knew it would be hard for him not to touch you which is why you had plans for once you got into the bedroom. You grabbed his tie, yanking him close as your lips ghosted his. His clenched fists were still by his sides.

"No touching," you reminded him before you kissed him. He kissed back fervently, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth and it caused you to moan. Drawing out a groan in response from him. 

When you broke away, a sly grin painted your lips and you could see his resolve for not touching you was wearing thin. You let his tie fall back against his chest before you turned on your heel, feeling his gaze on your ass as you sauntered into the bedroom. He followed obediently as you perched on the edge of the bed, crossing one leg over the other as you looked up at him. 

"Strip," your firm command was met by a smirk from him and he took his time to remove all of his clothes. The man was built like a god and you could feel how wet you were already as your eyes drank him in greedily. His smug smirk let you know he knew just what he did to you. 

You stood up, loving the way his eyes didn't leave you as you beckoned him over. He walked over with no hesitation and his hands went to grab you again. Before you had to intervene, they snapped back to his sides, balled up into fists and you smirked at him as your hands smoothed up his bare toned chest.

"Good boy," you murmured, your lips ghosting his. His groaned, head snapping forward and his teeth caught your lower lip. The only act of rebellion you'd allow for the night. 

You kissed him greedily, a hand fisting his hair as his mouth devoured yours before you moved away feeling breathless. You really needed to make sure you kept control over yourself. You pushed him to lay back, gesturing with your hand for him to scoot up and lay on the pillows. He did as instructed, his heavy lidded gaze never leaving you. You knew for a fact he was staring at your ass when you bent down to get his tie. You made a bit of a show of it and he groaned. 

He raised a curious brow as you returned with his tie in hand and you smirked, moving to straddle him. You sat more on his torso though so he couldn't find any friction from you. You grabbed his hands without a word and pinned them above his head, making quick work of tying them together and to the headboard. His almost black eyes pinned you in place from where he lay and it sent a thrill right through you.

"Y/N…" his low voice was silky smooth but it was full of warning. It was the voice he usually used before he made your ass cheeks red and had you begging him to fuck you senseless. You loved it. You fluttered your lashes at him with a coy smile, gripping his jaw before you leaned down to kiss him deeply. He kissed you back hard and it amused you how he was still trying to have some level of control with this. You'd soon break him. 

"I'm in charge, be a good boy for me," you purred against his lips. He groaned, shifting his hips as he tried to find something, anything, to rub against but he found nothing. You could see the frustration on his face. You moved to kneel next to him, really wanting to avoid his cock as much as possible to really drag this out and you started to kiss and nip at his neck. He tilted his head, giving you easy access as he hummed, hands flexing over his head as he gave the tie a tug to no avail. 

You kissed down his toned chest, giving his nipple a teasing lick and nip and he moaned softly, arching his hips again pointlessly. You couldn't help but smirk against his skin as you continued to kiss down his body. You purposely steered clear of his dick, kissing his thighs as you settled between them and biting them, leaving marks as he groaned. He kept tugging at the tie and you knew it was killing him not to be able to touch you. You were revelling in it. You left another mark at the juncture of his thigh that had him gasping and squirming and you really started to see just why he loved to tease you so much. 

"Shit," he moaned, head falling back as you started licking and sucking at his balls. You hummed around them as you lavished them with attention and he couldn't stay still as he kept arching up at nothing with frustrated groans. You grinned to yourself before licking a stripe up his lower belly, adjacent to his throbbing cock but making sure you didn't touch it. 

"Untie me, Y/N," he strained voice was full of authority as he punctuated his words with a sharp tug at his binds. 

"Ah, ah, ah. I'm in charge," you tsked at him, raising a brow. His nostrils flared at your defiance, a growl leaving his lips. But his eyes were sparkling and you knew that despite how unsettling the lack of control was, how frustrating it was for him to have you not do as he says, he was enjoying it at the same time. 

You moved to straddle him, once again higher up and leaving his cock with no purchase to rub against. You gripped his jaw tightly, leaning down with hard eyes as he blinked up at you.

"You're not being a very good boy, Billy. Only good boys get rewarded," you murmured, delighting in his answering moan. You reached over to the nightstand, grabbing one of his many knives that he always kept there. You twirled it with ease in a move that he'd taught you and you heard his breathing hitch. 

His black eyes glanced at it before going back to your face and you smirked at his groan of 'fuuuuck' as he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. You trailed the knife carefully down your neck and over your lace clad breasts and it wasn't lost on you how still he became. The knife was incredibly sharp but even through his lust filled haze he wouldn't do anything to hurt you, not wanting to jostle you and have you cut yourself. 

"You gonna be a good boy now?" You asked, blinking down at him. He nodded stiffly and your answering smile was devilish. You slipped the knife between your breasts under the bra, angling it away from you and slicing the material with ease. His eyes were locked on the knife now and his hands kept flexing into fists over and over despite how still he'd become. Your breasts now exposed, you kept the knife in hand as you slipped the straps off one by one and tossed the now useless material carelessly on the floor. 

His eyes drank you in with a hunger that made you wet and you smirked down at him. The knife then sliced through either side of your panties and you slipped the material off and it was discarded with the bra. Obsidian eyes drifted down to where your legs were spread on him and he bared his teeth a little before licking his lips. You took your time, surprisingly still calm and in control as you trailed the blade down from his neck to his chest. He shifted his hips up, once again finding nothing to help, but the tip of the blade nicked his skin ever so slightly and a drop of blood pooled on his chest. You knew he'd done it on purpose since he'd been so careful when the knife was on you. 

Locking eyes with him, you leaned down and licked up the drop of blood and he hissed, tugging at his binds again.

"Fuck… Y/N…" the authoritative tone was gone and replaced with a pleading one and you knew you were finally wearing him down. You gave him a wolfish grin as you set the knife back on the nightstand before giving him a deep kiss that he responded to willingly, his hips moving once more to no avail. 

"Do you know what I want?" You asked softly, lips a hair away from his.

"My dick?" He replied, not missing a beat. His voice was low and hoarse as he leaned up trying to chase your lips but you moved just out of his reach with a snort. You couldn't help it. His grin back at you made you smile despite the current situation. He always loved making you laugh and even this didn't change that. You placed a teasing kiss at the corner of his mouth and when he tried to tilt his head to meet your lips, you gripped his jaw firmly and held him in place. 

"What I want…" you kissed along his jaw, "is for you…" you kissed your way to his ear as he squirmed under you, "to beg," you purred in his ear. 

"Fuuuuck," he groaned, tugging helplessly at the tie. It made you smirk as you sat back upright and looked down at him all innocent like. Your hands trailed down your body, palming your breasts as his eyes took you in. He squeezed them shut for a moment as if that would help but it wasn't for long before his obsidian gaze was back on you. He couldn't help himself. 

He watched with rapt interest as your hand trailed lower until it reached between your legs. You moaned softly as your fingers circled your clit lazily, your eyes not leaving his face. His eyes looked wild now, desperate and you were just waiting for him to snap. 

"Y/N," he pleaded, making you grin wickedly. It wasn't enough though. You ignored him and his restless hips as he tried his hardest to find friction. 

You knelt up a little, allowing yourself to slip two fingers inside your soaked pussy with ease and you moaned, biting your lip as you started fingering yourself. 

"Shit… fuck… Y/N, please," he begged, sending a thrill right through you at how desperate he sounded. 

"Please what?" You asked breathlessly, another soft moan leaving your lips as you continued to pleasure yourself. His dark eyes were darting from what you were doing and to your face, his chest heaving as he squirmed. 

"Fuck me. Fuckin' touch me, I don't care. Do something! Please," he was so helpless and looked on the brink of insanity and it's just where you wanted him. Where he'd gotten you so many times before. 

Your fingers slipped out of you and you offered them to him, quirking a brow. He wasted no time in opening his mouth and sucking them clean, groaning like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted as his tongue swirled around your fingers. Fuck, if that didn't turn you on. 

Gripping his jaw, you rewarded him with a filthy kiss, all tongues and teeth as you tasted yourself on his tongue. 

"Good Boy," you breathed softly, earning a moan from him. You shifted down a little, kneeling up and he hissed when you finally grabbed his cock. You lined him up before sinking down onto him with a moan and the noise he made was downright dirty and you knew you'd file that away for a later date. 

You stayed where you were, unmoving, and when he shifted his hips up to you, you raised a brow in warning at him. It amused you when he complied and stilled immediately, worried you'd climb right off him after he finally got what he wanted. You still weren't done driving him crazy yet and you knelt back up, his cock almost slipping out of you, only the tip inside. You teased him, not sinking down all the way, not even halfway before you lifted back to just the tip and he whined. Billy fucking Russo actually whined and you smirked in delight at the noise you'd drawn from him. 

"Please. Please, please, just… fuck," he gasped, a sheen of sweat breaking out on his brow as he bared his teeth again. Having someone as composed and calculated as Billy like this was a huge turn on and you rewarded him by sinking back down fully until he bottomed out and he moaned loudly. The tug on his binds let you know he really wanted to touch you. If it wasn't for the fact you'd googled the best way to tie him up, you had no doubt he'd be pinning you to the bed right now and fucking you like an animal. He got like that sometimes. Practically feral. And you could see the glint in his eyes right now. 

You started bouncing on his cock, the pair of you moaning and you felt the relief the same as he did. You'd worked yourself up quite a bit but you were proud of yourself that you'd held out and got what you wanted out of him. You'd fully expected to cave to him way before it got that far. He was chanting your name like a fervent prayer, head thrown back in pure ecstasy as you rode him hard and fast. 

He was still tugging on the tie as his hips arched up to meet each hard thrust and you felt him hit all the right spots as you moaned. 

"Untie me. Please fuckin' untie me, I need to touch you," he begged, voice raw as he pulled more on the tie. You snarled, your hand darting out and gripping his throat, squeezing it a little as you kept moving. His eyes went wide, lips parted as he moaned even louder.

"No," you bit out, eyes blazing. His back arched, a gasp leaving his lips as he fucked up at you harder. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he moaned desperately, actually whimpering when you squeezed his throat tighter.

You leaned down, hand still firm around his throat and you nipped at his lower lip. 

"Who's my Good Boy?" You asked breathlessly. 

"Me… I am," he moaned without hesitation. He looked completely blissed out and you felt the pleasure building up at a rapid rate inside of you. 

Seeing him in the throes of pleasure like this sent you over the edge and you cried out, clamping down around him as your hips faltered for a second, your release washing over you.

"Don't stop, don't… please, don't fuckin'  stop," he begged helplessly, his voice a mere breathy whisper as he kept rutting up into you. You obliged through your orgasmic haze and his moans got louder, hands balled into fists above his head before a loud groan filled the room. After a few more stuttered thrusts up into you, he stilled, as did you, and you smiled feeling heavenly.

You leaned over, easily untying him before you collapsed on his chest and caught your breath. He wasted no time in wrapping his arms around you, his hands smoothing the skin on your back as if making up for the time he hadn't been able to touch you.

"Holy shit," he murmured breathlessly, nuzzling your hair. You smiled tiredly before sitting back up. You took his wrists in your hands delicately. They were a little red from all his tugging and you placed soft kisses to each of them. When your eyes landed on his face again he was giving you a soft smile that made your heart stop for a moment. 

"Did you enjoy it?" You asked hesitantly. His smile widened, one hand on your hip as the other stroked your face.

"You're kiddin', right? I think it's obvious I did. Didn't know you had it in you," he smirked. You blushed and rolled your eyes playfully, leaning down and kissing him softly. You moved away to lay your head back on him feeling content to just fall asleep like this with his softening cock still inside of you. 

"I gotta say… I'm pretty impressed. You did me proud," he smirked into your hair as his fingers trailed lazily up and down your back. You hummed softly, snuggling into him more. 

"Well, I learned from the best," you replied with a sleepy grin. He chuckled and you felt him press a kiss to your head. 

"Don't think we're makin' a habit of it though. Was fuckin' torture," he snorted, making you giggle a little. 

"Now you know how you make me feel," you murmured tiredly. He chuckled, a hand winding into your hair as his fingers rubbed your scalp and you were helpless to succumb to sleep when he did that. The pair of you drifted off still tangled together and you still had a smile on your face as you remembered that you'd gotten Mr Marine to beg for you. 

#billy russo #billy russo x reader #the punisher #billy russo imagine

[imonthinice]

The Criminal Psychology Majors, Jason Todd x Fem!Reader Part 19/?

Word Count: 4.1k

Author’s Note:

Warnings: Mentions of the court system, fighting, swearing, no beta bitch we die like Jason Todd

 Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16) (Part 17) (Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20)

Time Skip lol, February, next year. Finals.

She and Jason had been together for 6 months around February. When finals started coming up. The distance and tension between the two was fucking palpable. They hadn't fought or anything, but the stress between them had caused a slight riff. They just had space to focus on their studies.

They would see each other at work. She was his secretary. Everyone, all their friends, even their families, swore they just needed to bone. Which, considering they both heard about this from Bruce first, didn't mean they wanted to do it.

If you had asked Y/N, she would have said she wasn't dressing for Jason. But that was a lie. She was tempted to go with the advice everyone was giving them, especially before they went into their first finals exam. She walked into his office.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Well, I'm your secretary. Seeing if you need anything."

"I don't."

She turned to walk out.

"That doesn't mean you can walk out."

She smiled to herself, "Alright." She sat on the chair in front of his desk, "I won't walk out."

"Mhm."

She frowned, he didn't even look up from his computer. "What do you want me here for, Jay?"

"Close the blinds on all my windows, baby."

"It'll become dark."

"Good."

"Your eyes will fry from the light of your computer."

"Trust me, they won't."

"Uh-huh," she doubted as she closed the blinds.

Jason walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his head in the crook of her shoulder. She smiled and leaned her head on his.

"Exams fucking suck," Jason said.

"Couldn't have guessed from the riff in our relationship, really? You don't say?" she sarcastically retorted.

"It's not like we had it easy this entire time, either."

"Fuck you don't say? At least my attacker was admitted to Arkham and my friends got out."

"Can't catch a break," he paused because his buzzer went, "Can't catch a fucking break!" he exclaimed, exasperated. He went and answered it, "Jason Todd, who's using Y/N (Last Name)'s buzzer," he said, sounding annoyed.

"Hey, it's Dick. You two aren't fucking right, B will be pissed."

"Shut up. We aren't. What do you want."

"Someone's pissed. I need paperwork."

"Come and get it."

She crossed her arms and laughed when Dick entered the room. She slightly waved. He slightly waved back.

"You know, you two should bone. But not here," Dick joked. He walked over to one of the many, many filing cabinets to search for the paperwork he needed.

"You're really just riding the wave into Jason running you down, aren't you?" Y/N said.

"Well, we're always up for sparring."

"It probably won't be sparring, Dick. You know your brother. He's staring daggers into the back of your head."

"For Valentine's, I'll be giving Barbara the stress of taking care of me after Jason beats me to a pulp."

"At least you'll get one last Gala?" she joked.

"Will you be coming?"

"She will," Jason said.

"Amazing. Don't fuck on the dance floor," Dick joked.

"Fuck you."

"Love you too, Jase," he turned to walk out, "Love you too, Y/N."

"I'll be sure to tell you I love you at your funeral, Dick," she joked as he walked out. She paused before turning to Jason, "Gala?"

"Come, please," he said before going to hug her. "I miss you."

"You see me every day, Love."

"But we haven't been," he paused, "Well, a couple. In weeks. I miss you. The fun one who got me to run down the streets of Gotham on a skateboard."

"Dress code?"

"White tie."

"Dammnit. Guess I'm shopping."

"I'll give you my debit card?"

"I don't need it, baby. However," she joked, "I sure will take it."

He laughed and forked it over to her, "Don't spend my Ph.D. funds."

"I will gladly spend your Ph.D. funds."

"No," he laughed, "Please, I need those."

"I mean if you insist I spend it all," she said, laughing.

"The Gala's later tonight, you can take the rest of the day off."

"Kind of you to do."

"I know, I'm a gentleman."

"Truly," she kissed him. "I'll see you tonight."

"Can I come to get you?"

"Feel free too."

"Alright. I love you."

"I love you," she said before she left the office.

Getting into her car, she fumbled with the mirror a bit. She looked like a mom. The bags under her eyes and the formal get-up for an office job did her in.

They had said "I love you" for the first time around Christmas. She wished she caught the moment where they were fucking around and she just said it.

The Christmas lights surrounded them, hung in the trees. They had gone to see the New York City tree in Times Square. He was setting up a photo to take of the two of them and she just said it.

She could have sworn his fucking eyes lit up with green. Like they glowed.

Reminiscing on those small moments with Jason was something that would make her smile without fail. That man somehow unlocked a new set of feelings, stronger feelings. She was in touch with herself.

She went to her house first, to see how A/N was doing. To see her on the steps. She pulled into the driveway.

"Hey, you good?"

"Huh? Oh! Yeah, of course. Why?"

"I have to go get a dress for a Wayne Gala trademark, do you want to come to help me?"

"Of course I do!"

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"I guess you could say we didn't narrow shit down about a dress," Y/N joked as she came out in the 16th dress she had tried on.

"Okay, well, that one is the best so far," A/N said, seeming like they finally made progress.

"Wow, this is news, we've narrowed it down."

"Honestly consider it a miracle. Thank God Jason let you go from work early. Are you getting a full day's pay?" A/N asked.

"Probably. I told Bruce I didn't want a full day's pay if I wasn't there, but Bruce said it was in my contract. I think he's just being generous," Y/N said with a sigh.

"Did you not read your contract?"

"I did! That's why I think he's being generous. I don't think I'd forget something like that."

"Watch you did forget those words. You should ask him to see your contract, if he's disobeying it then the board members are probably at his ass about it," A/N explained.

"God, please no. I would hate being a contention point for the board members."

"They probably want you fired. And they're probably mad that you won't be fired because you're with Jason."

"Well, I'm also just a great secretary"

"See, each time you say that I assume it's because you give him a little something-something under his desk every day."

"I'll have you know we've never had sex in that office."

"Did you have sex in another office?" A/N questioned.

"I'm pleading the 5th to any further questioning."

"Wait, oh my god."

"Nope! Going to go try on another dress and ignore you now!" Y/N exclaimed with a joking tone.

"This one's the best," A/N said.

"We're making progress! I'm thinking if I go with this one, I add gloves."

"God, are you trying to give Jason a hard-on?"A/N joked.

"I would like to plead the 5th to any further questioning on the matter," Y/N retorted.

"You're evil. If you're going to be evil, you might as well wear a suit."

"I wish. After all the shit I've been through, I want to stick it to the fucks who keep judging me. I'm already so jeopardized, though. Jason goes through a lot of shit dating me. I'll wear the dress."

"Old white people are old white people."

"Well, Bruce is nice at least. If he's judgemental, at least I don't hear about it on the news," Y/N said and twirled. "Yeah, this one. I like this one."

"I also like that one. There's something about silk. Always gets someone to look like 50 million dollars. Probably worth that too."

Y/N fumbled with the tag, "It's not pure silk, so it's less. Only 1000$."

"Only 1000$? God, that's like our rent."

"Rent is more."

"Well if we weren't in a house it would be the same. That's insane. That's like 3-4 months of groceries."

"I know it's a lot to us commonfolk, but Jason is rich. He wouldn't mind. We might, but he wouldn't."

"Yeah, but do you feel okay with spending that much of his money?"

"I have no idea. We'll see. I'll go try another dress on."

"This is cute," Y/N said.

"Well of course it is, it's probably worth your college scholarship, though."

"God, don't remind me of prices."

"It's hard to forget prices when we're given a lot of money to spend."

"We can't spend all of it!"

"What's he using it for?" A/N asked in a half-joke.

"He's getting a Ph.D. in Criminal Psychology when we graduate."

"Okay, okay. So he needs it."

"Yeah, he doesn't let Bruce pay his bills, remember. He's making his own money, minus the working-for-his-dad part."

"Yeah, the working for Bruce part seems a bit counterintuitive."

"If he's getting paid, it doesn't matter to him."

"What's it even like working with his family? Especially with the tension between you and Jason?"

"It sucks. Jason and I haven't fought, yet. We have to act like we aren't fighting. Which makes everyone think we are fighting. Which makes both of us mad. Because apparently," she paused, "The way to fix fighting is having sex, apparently."

"So have sex?"

"Shut up."

"Family on your nerves?" A/N asked.

"They're so involved, but I love them all. I just wish we had a moment alone, I know it's hard to do in a fucking office, but still."

"Go try on another dress. Show up looking like a million bucks."

"You are simply so right."

"I feel like this is the mature version of the black sparkly spaghetti straps one," A/N said.

"It's like you mashed a bunch of words together and suddenly I have to sell you my first-born son."

"Well, it's true!" She laughed, "It's a grown-up version, what someone, old white people, would expect of you."

"Old white people expect a lot."

"Jason's going to be one, one day," A/N joked.

"He's got not-white features," Y/N said, trying to picture his face. There was something about him. Something not-white. She had always picked up on it, but she could never tell what it was.

"Well, it's not like you can ask his mom her ethnicity."

"Jeez, that would be so rude of me to do. Let's just say it's... it's not my place."

"He's got secrets?" A/N questioned.

"Tall, handsome, mysterious. That's my Jason."

"A little bit of everything, all of the time," A/N said in a sing-song tune, specifically the "Welcome to the Internet" tune.

"Don't quote Bo Burnham to me, that album broke me," Y/N joked

"Who didn't it break? Oh, wait, probably Jason."

"He probably sobbed like a baby at it, I don't know where you got the "Emotionless" trope from, A/N."

"Can you blame me? He's a Wayne."

"Those are some of the most emotionally connected people I know? Like, genuinely, they're probably more in touch with themselves than you and I."

"Well, they don't exactly have the reputation for being able to discern their emotions, you know."

"You need to stop interacting with tabloids and their articles," Y/N said, seeming exasperated with the tabloids and the line of conversation. But that was nothing new. She hated the press, the articles, the paparazzi. She hated them all.

"Yeah, probably. You hate them for a reason."

"Do you not know about that time they made it so we couldn't get into our car?" Y/N asked.

"You did, you did."

"Fuckin' tabloids."

"Go try on another dress before you explode from rage."

"Valid," Y/N said, laughing.

"God, if only this wasn't a white tie event," Y/N said and sighed.

"I mean, you could just wear it."

"I will get my ass handed to me, however," she said, taking a picture, "Maybe Jason will just let me get it if I pay him back?"

"You don't have the money right now?" A/N asked.

"I need to get paid and I'll have enough," Y/N explained.

"Don't tell me this is worth more than our rent."

"I will just simply not tell you."

"Girl, you can't."

"Money is dumb and I hate it."

A/N laughed, "Which one do you want to go with?"

"Uh, probably the silk one."

"Temptress."

"I will literally buy and wear a corset to make Jason's life hard to get you off my back," Y/N laughed.

"I implore you to do so for the joke."

"Shut up," Y/N joked.

She still sent the picture of the last dress to Jason off-handedly. Asked him how he felt about it since she knew she loved it.

Why don't you just get it? He had sent back.

Can't afford it.

I can.

Please let me pay you back for this.

Just take me on a date.

I can do that.

You should.

I'll see you soon.

She laughed and grabbed both dresses.

"Jason's buying both?" A/N asked.

"Mhm! I have to take him on a fun date in return."

"You were probably going to do it both ways, honestly."

"You just know me so well."

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They had gone and gotten the gloves before heading back to their house. Laughing and blasting rock songs the entire time. There was something about the bass running through the car and having the windows rolled down while screaming the songs. It was insane.

One of the songs they blasted was "I Think I'm OKAY" by Machine Gun Kelly and YUNGBLUD, switching out the vocals. It was fun to take breaks like that and, just enjoy each other's presence. Especially during finals season, where both of them were stressed because of their respective finals.

Everyone was stressed. Finals did that to everyone. Whether someone was in school or not, they felt the teenagers and college students lose their minds about it.

They got out of the car at their home and took the dresses inside. A/N went to go study in her room while Y/N went to go hang up her dresses. She entered her room and instantly remembered why she hated her laptop.

The laptop fan was deafening, it's why she barely had Jason over at her house anymore. She cleaned it constantly but, it kept going and going.

She brought it to the Wayne Manor over the Winter Break because she had work to do but wanted to see Jason, and everyone, everyone, commented on the thing.

They compared it to a screaming goat, an electronic mess, a horse-powered fan, anything they could put together with electronic, goat and fan, they called the laptop that.

Bruce even offered to buy her a new one, but she declined. She didn't think it was broken, so it didn't need to be replaced or fixed. If it was still in working condition, she was going to use it until it bluescreened on her.

Much to everyone's dismay.

She hated the fucking thing. So if she could drown it out with music, you bet your ass she did. She was grateful that her parents had sent it to her, but she assumed it was because they hated it too. She was right. No one liked that laptop.

She went to go shower. She figured if she fucked with her appearance and hair a bit, then the press would get off her back. She hadn't exactly tried to impress them thus far. But she wanted to just live her life.

She figured doing her hair, makeup, wearing the right clothes, she'd get harassed less. There was a lot of pressure dating a Wayne, she had realized.

She was constantly in the media, somehow she became an idol for little girls in the span of months. It was a lot for someone to take on. She embraced it normally. With open arms normally.

But A/N had told her that she started sleep-talking. Screaming about the eyes, the people watching her. She knew it was probably connected to the stress she was under dating Jason, but she really didn't want to deal with it.

If she ignored it, no one could tell her to deal with it. If she hid it, no one had to see it. She was looking into soundproofing her room so that A/N didn't have to see it.

Was it healthy to do that? Probably not. Probably far from the concept of healthy coping mechanisms.

She got out of the shower and started playing with her appearance. If she ended up with loud makeup and hair after this, she was going to just accept it.

She did end up with pretty loud eyeshadow. But her hair was fine, as acceptable as it could get for everyone judging her. Only nude lipstick that was just two, maybe three shades darker than her skin was what she needed. She kind of overdid the eyeshadow, so it had to be balanced.

Nerves by Icon for Hire was playing in her room. And in a way, that was how she felt. There was a lot of feeling in her, that she wasn't made for the life she was starting to lead. That being an idol was how she was going, but she couldn't do it.

She sighed and put on heels. White heels. It would be easier to put them on before the dress and gloves. The corset came on next. IT wasn't anything special, and she was capable of putting it on without help.

But then the dress.

"She loved that dress, but it wasn't the other one. The other one sparked a little bit of joy in her, while this one just conformed to everyone's opinions of her.

She wanted to wear the other one, so, so, fucking badly.

And finally the gloves. It was an outfit she thought was cute but would be torn to shreds in the media. She knew that.

The media liked to eat her alive.

Part of her wanted a break from it all. The other part wanted to do an interview with the press, to shit-talk all of them and make them weep. She wanted to be the one to destroy them.

Revenge was best served cold though, and the rage was far too hot in her head to even begin a proper essay on why they sucked.

She turned off the music in her room and was greeted with the lovely sounds of her computer fan. Comforting, but hatred.

Jason was going to be there any minute. Was she even ready for a Gala?

They had been through so much.

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She walked to his car. He brought one of the fancy ones.

"You couldn't just like, own a not expensive car?" she joked.

"Why would I do that?"

She laughed and handed him his debit card, "I don't know, to keep the press off your ass?"

"I think they'd find us no matter what," he said as he backed out of her driveway, "You look beautiful by the way."

"Thank you, Love. You're as handsome as always."

"Simp."

"Alas, I admit it," she joked as she turned on the radio. "I swear the media is going to have a field day today."

"When do they not?"

"That's fair."

"I'm sorry this school year's been fucking our relationship," he sighed, "We deserve better and a better chance than what we've been dealt."

"Unfortunately that's how school works."

"Fuck school sometimes. Not everyone gets as hit as badly as us."

"It's the psychology teachers. If any teachers are strict, they are."

"We still deserve a break."

"Well, there's always when finals are over."

"I swear we're doing something nice when finals end."

"That's not that hard to do."

The tension in that car was palpable. Truly, you could cut that with a knife. A diamond's edge.

They got to the Gala before anyone, except the Waynes.

"Hey lot," Y/N said.

"Y/N! Glad you could make it!" Stephanie said and pulled her into a hug, "The guys suck, so I like you the most today."

She laughed, "What did they do?"

"They won't play rooftop tag with me."

"Why do you even play that game?" Y/N asked.

"Agility! I'm a track star, duh. I drag them with me."

"Ah, how could I be so foolish," she laughed as Stephanie pulled her towards the other girls. Y/N waved at the boys while laughing. "You do know I have a boyfriend who wants to see me, right?"

"It's Jason."

"Good observation."

"Shut up. I claim you."

"You can't claim me!" she jokingly exclaimed, loud enough for the boys to hear.

"Steph, that's my girlfriend!" Jason yelled back.

"Not anymore!" She yelled as she pulled Y/N into the building.

"Explanation?" Y/N asked, "Do you have an issue or something?"

"I don't. Babs does."

"Go on?"

"Ask her."

Y/N sighed and walked up to Barbara and Cassandra, "I heard you have an issue or something?"

"Yes! You! Okay so," Barbara said, "We're all worried about you and Jason."

"Oh, Jeez," Y/N sighed.

"No no, listen. We can feel the tension. Have you been fighting?"

"I told you before, we aren't."

"Then what is it? 'Cause I'm known for being a detective, hello, I'm Jim Gordon's daughter. And even I can't figure it out."

"Probably exams. Exams suck."

"Oh! It's because you're not used to the fame," Cassandra said.

"Okay, Cassie. Listen, it's-"

"It is isn't it!" Stephanie exclaimed.

"Ugh. Yes. Are you happy now?"

"C'mon, it isn't that bad is it?" Barbara asked.

"It is. They've been at my throat with daggers ever since I met Jason."

"Who's been at your throat with daggers?" Jason asked.

"Don't worry about it," Y/N said before anyone could open their mouths and say to the contrary.

"Well, then. Everyone should be here soon," Bruce said. "Wish we had entertainment this time."

"Can't Y/N sing?" Tim asked.

"Uh, yeah?" Y/N said.

"So sing," Tim said.

"Tim. C'mon. Don't do me like this, man."

"Think about it," Bruce said and put a hand on her shoulder, "It could be fun."

She laughed and everyone scattered except her and Jason.

"So, the daggers comment?" he asked.

"Media reference."

He sighed, "You can always step out of the spotlight, my love. Step down, walk away from their eyes but still be in mine."

"I'll think about it."

He took her hands, "You should think quicker," he joked.

She laughed and he pulled her into the ballroom she knew all-too-well at this point. The first time she was there ran through her mind like no one was watching, the beauty in her memory for capturing it like that.

She knew once the pictures were released she'd probably attempt to paint it.

Galas were stuffy and full of people. She didn't like the people aspect. When strangers would come up to her and start talking, she'd get freaked out. They knew her, but she didn't know them.

She wasn't involved in getting to know people high-up in the world. She was a simple secretary who was dating one of the CEOs.

She'd get twirled around by people's sons. Stuck in dances and conversations. She almost always found herself with one of the Waynes after she ran from someone she didn't know.

She did figure if she sang she'd get away from everyone. So, in a fit of trying to get away, she found her way to Selina.

"Hey!" she said.

"Y/N! Are you running again?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Do you want to sing or something, Bruce said he asked you to."

"He did, and I figured, "Fuck it" so here I am."

Jason came up just as she said that, "Duet?" he asked.

"Now that's an idea and a half."

"You kids, always doing crazy stuff," Selina joked, "Le me see what I can do for 'ya."

"We're really doing this?" Jason asked as Selina slinked off.

"I guess so!" she exclaimed and he pulled her in for a kiss.

"Really saying "Fuck you" to the press today, huh?"

"Well, they're always saying "Fuck you" to me."

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd fluff #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood x fem!reader #red hood x y/n #red hood x you #red hood fluff #dcu #dceu #dc #nightwing #batfam #batfamily #batbros #batman #batgirl #oracle #barbara gordon #alfred pennyworth #stephanie brown #cassandra wayne #cassandra cain #damien wayne #tim drake #red robin

[tsuumu]

hi babie i’m back 🤠🤠🤠🤠 anyways is it okay if i can req kuroo x a loud, talkative n extroverted s/o who likes to talk to him a lot but also checks to make sure he’s not annoyed bc a lot of ppl find her annoying 👉👈👉👈👉👈👉👈👉👈👉👈👉👉👈

kuroo with an extroverted f!s/o who’s scared she’s annoying.

hello lovely! it’s nice to see you again!! this was really fun to write, i hope i lived up to your expectations. <3

this became a tad longer than i was expecting but it’s okay.

• you really can’t help but be loud.

• things tend to excite you a lot and you like to express yourself with lots of power and enthusiasm. most people are okay with this. they really enjoy your energy. unfortunately, there have been times in your life when people have told you you’re a bit annoying.

• things like that really tend to stick in your mind and make you feel insecure, you didn’t want people to be weirded out or exhausted by your extroverted tendencies but at the same time you have no idea how to control it.

• you first encounter with kuroo was during a lunch break at nekoma high, you and your friends would sit on outside tables placed near the gymnasium. you didn’t pay much attention to him at first, usually caught up in loud, rowdy exchanges and jokes with your peers. it was loud enough that anyone nearby would be able to hear it all clearly.

• kuroo sits with a few of his friends, some of them were the nekoma team, like kenma, yaku and lev, others were from various other classes of his. it’s in his nature to pry, he can’t help but overhear your voice above all the others.

“i wish they’d shut up just a little.”

kenma mumbles out, though his attention is focused mainly his phone than anything else. lev and yaku are too caught up in their own bickering over god knows what to notice. that left kuroo and a few others in airy concersation, hand on his chin, though his focus would slip and he’s begin absently listening to you. he didn’t mind it at all, he’d dealt with people like bokuto and yamamoto enough to be used to people like you.

• this goes on for a while, seeing you at the same tables day after day. you always have something new to talk about that he’d tap into, sometimes laughing quietly by himself.

• until one day, you stop.

you’re there with your friends, but you’re much quiter than usual. shoulders bunched up, staring down at the table. you look completely different to what tetsu was accustomed to. you don’t really participate in the main conversation, whenever you do, it’s half-hearted and forced. it sort of makes kuroo uncomfortable, seeing the stark contrast between your shift in mood.

• he decides to wait until lunch reaches its close, telling the others not to wait for him, before approaching you. you’ve lagged behind your friends anyway, packing your things slowly.

“hi.”

he doesn’t really know how to approach you, it’d be weird to tell you he’d noticed you were down when you’d never even talked before. you jump a little at the greeting, looking up at him.

yeah, that’s not the expression he remembers at all. something is definitely up.

tetsu takes a moment to figure out what to say, trying his best not to seem like he’s prying.

“is everything okay? i know we’ve never met but i noticed you were alone and you don’t seem very happy.”

you’re totally confused at first, was he sitting somewhere nearby? the dull pang of sadness still stirs around inside you, reminding you of why you’re so lifeless today. you adjust your gril on your bag, before sitting down.

“not really, but it’s fine.”

“it’s not fine if you’re upset, what’s wrong?” 

he doesn’t want to invade your space, so he stays standing, leaning on the wooden table surface. you sigh out. none of your friends had really asked, maybe they hadn’t noticed.

“i don’t really want to dump all my problems onto you.”

“you really wouldn’t be. i was the one who asked, so try me.”

kuroo has always been somebody who’s cared about others, even if they’re complete strangers. it’s what makes him an excellent captain for his team.

you pause momentarily.

“someone told me earlier that my personality was tiresome to deal with.” sheesh. it hurt to say. “i’m a little too much sometimes.” your fingers rub the nape of your neck, embarrassed. “it really sucks when people say that stuff.”

it’s quiet again, your gaze glued to the floor. hearing it out loud made you feel a lot worse, if you ended up crying in front of this boy, it would be even worse.

“they suck then.” he says, matter-of-factly.

“yeah.”

“no, seriously. if someone deals with a personality different to theirs by critising them, they’re the worst. especially if they’re as outgoing and fun as you.”

you shift your feet slightly.

“not that i’d know or anything—“ he rushes to add on, but it makes you smile. genuinely, too.

“thanks—“

“kuroo”

“—kuroo. thank you. it really means a lot.”

• he ends up asking you if you want to grab something to eat after afternoon classes to cheer you up. you gladly oblige.

• that’s how your love story begins.

• even when you end up together, there are times that you crumple up about it but he’s immediately there to pick you up, kiss you all over and tell you he loves every single aspect of your extrovertion.

“my life would be a hell of a lot more boring without you in it.”

“i like that you’re loud, it means i’ll never lose you in crowds ‘cause your dumbass will be yelling for me.”

“keep laughing like that, please? it kills me how cute it is.”

“you’re happiness is what sets the mood and cheers everybody else up, you just don’t know it.”

• kuroo loves when you talk to him about anything, especially the things you love. if you do ever ask him if you’re too much, he’ll remind you that your personality is the reason he approached you. trust him, you’re perfect.

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Goof Week: Goof Troop: Forever Goof Review (Everything’s Coming Up Goofy, Good Neighbor Goof, Gotta Be Gettin Goofy) (Commission for WeirdKev27)

Yahhahhooooeeeey all you happy people!  WELCOME TO GOOF WEEK! Now normally when a character who got their start in theatrical shorts has a birthday, I do a marathon of them. I have since last year with Donald and it’s one of my favorite things: it allows me to explore Disney’s rich history of them I was largely unaware of till Disney+, and allows me to revisit the shorts I grew up with in the case of The Looney Tunes or Tom and Jerry while discovering new favorites. SO naturally with Goofy’s birthday in two days I intended to do the same for him, especially since I’d covered Donald and Mickey the same way.

But fate had other ideas. Not thinking about this tradition, Kev, my patreon, friend and the guy who commissions a LOT of reviews from me ($5 an episode if your curious and I WILL make room on the schedule so your commission gets done as soon as possible), suggested reviewing the Goof Troop pilot movie Forever Goofy, later split into the episode Everything’s Coming Up Goofy and Good Neighbor. I loved the idea since I genuinely loved Goof Troop, and decided to do both that week.

It’s then I got a great idea.. why limit myself to JUST doing two things? I hit my 15 dollar patreon stretch goal, so a review of the Goofy Movie was on the Horizon anyway, and for it’s anniversary year Kev has been commissioning House of Mouse Episodes, so it wouldn’t be THAT much of an ask (and it wasn’t) to simply randomly select from a pool of Goofy-Centric episodes instead of all the episodes. 

Thus GOOF WEEK was born, and Kev once again proved vital to all this by suggesting the special Sports Goof from the 80′s. I’d like to give him special thanks as outside of the Shorts Special, which as a patreon he still got to pick one and if you’d like to pick one for Donald’s special, sign on up even one dollar patreons get the honor. , this week is either entirely paid for by him or in the case of A Goofy Movie, is partly thanks to him. I wouldn’t be able to do NEARLY as many reviews nor make money off this without you bud, so thank you. 

So naturally given the idea to do this two parter gave me the idea for this week and that Goofy Movie makes a logical finale for said week, it only made sense to start the week with Goof Troop. Bop-dop-da-da-do-bop, YEAH. 

Goof Troop is the first Disney Afternoon show I ever watched and the only one I watched when I was younger, as Disney Channel used to play it ocasinally when I was younger and Toon Disney would do the same and I even got to Marthoon it when Disney XD did a weekend marathon. Given it starred my faviorite Disney Character, Donald hadn’t worked his way up to tying with him quite yet, I loved what I could grab of it. And as an adult.. it still holds up. It has problems i’ll get into, but it is a real good time so I was exastic to get an excuse to watch some of it and much like with Darkwing wish I had sooner. 

Before I can h-h-h-hit it though, I have to talk about the series history. I ALMOST didn’t find anything: much like the other Disney Afternoon shows there really wasn’t much on the Disney wiki nor wikipedia, google turned up nothing... it wasn’t till I went to the Tv Tropes Trivia Page for the series, where i’d remembered reading about some early versions of the show, that I hit gold: A two part behind the scenes blog post by series co-creator Michael Peraza. You can find part one HERE and part two HERE. It’s a short but fascinating read. 

Speaking of fascenating Peraza himself is someone i’d never heard of till reading this article but damn if he isn’t a legend. Seriously the guy’s career is as an unsung hero, starting work under the Legendary Nine Old Men, and working on some of disney’s greatest films: The Great Mouse Detective, Aladdin, The LIttle Mermaid, and Beauty and the Beast, along with live action cult classics Tron and Return to Oz via concept art. And concept art is where he’d hit his stride: he did conceptual work for all the big Disney Afternoon shows apart from Gargoyles, being one of the key guys in the early days of Disney Television animation. He didn’t stop at just designing things either as he worked as Art Director for Ducktales, The Proud Family and of course given how vital he was to it’s creation, Goof Troop, and to this days gives lectures with his wife to aspiring animators. He even did some guest work for the 2017 Ducktales Episode “Treasure of the Found Lamp!”. So yeah dude’s awesome

So how did he come to be a key part of this show’s creation? Well he’d just finished up some concept work on some other Disney Afternoon shows, and being a company man was glad to report to the Goof Troop..ers to help as the show was having trouble getting off the ground. The reason for this was the creative exec, who Peraza didn’t name out of kindness as the guy wasn’t a BAD person.. just a clueless one, this being his first job in film and tv.  As such rather than work hard to develop around goofy or focus on his strengths the kid threw out one concept after another: The series got it’s name from a pitch that had Goofy as a scoutmaster, something I was glad to finally know. To quote Peraza

“ Although while I was doodling versions of the show that were destined to never see the light of the TV screen,  the pitch date remained etched in stone and kept creeping closer. Various versions would find their way to the surface only to sink again into the wasteland known as the roundfile (trashcan). One moment Goofy was the Captain of the Fire Department, the next day a detective out of the Maltese Falcon mold, or a swash buckling hero fighting The Flying Dutchman. 

The supporting cast he came up with really wasn't very supportive when you consider they sometimes included alien dragon babies with wings along with a large gorilla. Somebody at Walt Disney Television Animation must have really had a thing for giant gorillas around this time as they were plugged into almost every concept we  assembled.”

It was clear that while Goofy COULD fit into just about anything, this exec was just throwing everything at the wall, nothing was sticking, and rather than try to refine his supporting cast, they kept having to throw them out and start over. And dont’ get me wrong, cartoons go through a lot of development and changes as they go.. but it’s usually born from a concept and usually by this point, they at least have what the show will be ABOUT in stone. While i’ve had the same creative changes and what not when coming up with projects that ultimately never saw the light of day, and currentlly some I hope to but might not, I’m not being paid by a studio to do this nor had a hard deadline. I was just spitballing trying to get something anything off the ground before reviewing gave me a steady outlet for my creativity and thus ballanced me to take my time with stuff. Peraza WAS turning out amazing art, like this concept art for the fireman pitch that honeslty makes me want to see it as a series. Who DOSEN’T want to see 9-11 with Goofy as the main character? Throw in Donald and grown up versions of Max, PJ and PIstol (And even not THAT much for the former two, as they did go off to college and all), don’t forget Roxanne this time out and you have a worthy goofy movie sequel. 

So yeah this wasn’t working and the latest pitch was not great: Putting Goofy in ToonTown as a cabbie driving the Cab from Who Framed Roger Rabbit. As Peraza TRIED to point out to the exec, putting Goofy in a naturally goofy setting didn’t really play to the characters strength, his whole shtick being a goofus in a normal world. Enough of an every man to root for but also a slapstick joly weirdo. 

The executive’s INCREDIBLY douchey response, especially since Peraza was a Disney Vetran at this point and had spent quite a lot of time on Ducktales, so he knew what he was talking about was “Do it anyway and leave the “Visionary” part to me”

As you can tell by MR. OOC there, this might be one of the most punchable sentences i’ve ever read. 

So Peraza wasn’t in a great place and was naturally terrified when he got a call from Gary Krisel, president of Disney TVA, asking about the show and to see him about it. 

Turns out though Krisel was a nice guy who already had a great working relatinship with Peraza, and genuinely wanted to know what was going on there and wanted his honest opinion. It’s why i’m not AGAINST executives in animation as sometimes they can come in when somethings clearly not working or allow a smooth transition of power if a propelmatic creator has to be booted off their own show so the show and i’ts crew don’t suffer as a result. It’s just more often than not they cause headaches or cancel shows for entirley stupid or self motivated reasons. But I will give credit where it’s do and point out times where there NOT stupid or homophobic or what have you and this is indeed one of those times. 

Peraza was indeed straight with him: pointing out all the concepts they’d gone through, and like with the other guy honestly gave his opinon the ToonTown Pitch wasn’t working.. and he not only agreed but asked Peraza himself, actually respecting his experince instead of yelling at him that he has a vision that wouldn’t last the end of the day probably. 

Peraza was HOPING this was where this was going and gladly gave him a far less high concept pitch and one truer to the character, quoted in full bellow:

“ My spiel went as follows, "Goofy is a recognized star of Disney animation, so why re-invent the wheel? His son is an average kid dealing with many of the usual issues they face: peer pressure, young love, grades, school bullies, and so on. On top of all that, he has the zaniest, wackiest GOOFIEST dad to live down. No matter how insane the situations get though, they will always love each other. They're a family." Gary asked how I would pitch it and I replied, "It's ONE day in  the life of Goofy and son. From getting up in the morning to fixing breakfast, we see their difference side by side as his son tries to distance himself. No matter what though he knows deep inside that his father will always be there for him, whether he likes it or not."

If your wondering if Peraza noticed that that original pitch line is basically the peremise and emotioinal core of The Goofy Movie down pat.. your extremley correct and he notes that the film was based on said pitch even if he had no involvment with it that I could tell. The series would still use this but the whole embarasment aspect was toned down, and honestly fit a teenager better than an 11 year old.. 

So the exec loved it and Peraza shaped the core of the series: the idea of having Pete as his nemisis, pete having a nuclear family including a gorgeous wife, and the show being more slice of life and what not. He made some great sketches, got roaring approval and then pitched it to rousing success and the rest is history. Goof Troop was a moderate success and The Goofy Movie after it is a classic beloved by all. We have this wonderful man to thank for all that and I also thank him , on the offchance he ever sees this, for bringing Goofy into modern times in a way that did the man-dog justice.  It’s thank to you we got this fun series, two great movies, and a goofy the way he is today: the best of everything about him rolled into one. Thanks man, free review.. not htat you NEED It since you’ve worked on things i’ve covered and what not, but I feel like I should offer.  Outside of Peraza, I found one last bit of making of stuff before I get to the premiere proper. These two early concept shots:

The first has Max who both looks older and has red hair like he did in the shorts. Honestly I see a lot of his Goofy Movie self in thiis design, the only diffrence obviously being the red hair which was wisely changed to make the boy look more like goofy, something kept for the movie. 

The more intresting one is this shot of the Pete’s. Starting with Pete he’s more athletic and has a perfectly tacky outfit. While changing him to be a bit more slovenly honestly fit this version of the character better, I do wish they’d kept hte outfit as the tacky gold and green jacket, the gold chain, the open ollar.. it all fits this version of pete so well, as well as his illusion of being a big shot when he is in fact a medium one. Peg is both slightly younger looking and far more doting and is so different I swear this picture looks like Pete remarried after the divorce and got some lipo. Pistol has about the same design but with a vastly different, more Isabella-ish outfit. Finally we have PJ who looks the same, but has a diffrent outfit and a far more sour demeanor, probably meant to be a bully. My best guess is sthis stuff comes from the pitch, and was likely made to simply get the basic premise across before fine tuning the characters for series

So with all of that out of the way i’m calling eveyrone to join in the fun under the cut and report to the Goof Troop. 

Everything’s Coming Up Goofy:

Our first episode opens in a small but cozy trailer, where Goofy’s cooking up lunch as only goofy could: by making osme meatballs then serving them to his son over a game of table tennis, with Max doing the same. It’s really freaking adorable, and a dynamic i’m not used to since i’m more familiar with Teen Max. Seeing Max genuinely get into his dad’s hyjinks and enjoy them.. it just warms the heart and adds weight to The Goofy Movie by knowing there was a time the two really were thick is thieves before the stygian hole that is high school drained all that out of him. 

So the two are like buddies and pals until the Mailman arrives, not even phased at this point. Turns out it’s a Diploma, and with this Goofy can get a job he’s been up for in Spoonerville and plans to move immediately. Max is devisated he’ll loose his friends and runs away to use a magical mystery box to keep them together only to end up in a land full of frogs with an old man who sounds like his dad minus the drawl and two other tinier frogs and ... I may have the wrong show. In fairness you try dislodging a finale where Keith David runs a 13 year old through with laser sword and then talk to me. 

Goofy is sympathetic though: While he seems a tad oblivous to Max’s worries, it’s very clear he’s jumping on this job and this move so far to give his son a better life. Sure he runs through all the cartoon moving away talking points that don’t work in real life or most other cartoons such as there being a nice lake and that max can make new friends, and Max accepts it weirdly fast because this episode is only 22 minutes and they don’t have time for that subplot... but it’s clear the idea of a better paying job, a secure home not in an alleyway, and some stablility for his son is the real reason Goofy’s doing this, and he probably wants to simply give the boy the childhood he had growing up. 

Meanwhile in Spoonerville, we meet Pete. To my shock this is where Jim Cummings took over the roll he was born for and has played since and with good reasons as Cummings is just amazing with Pete no matter the incarnation and excels here  his penchant for playing jerks, hams and gravely voiced guys all coalesicing. Pete is planning on building what modern toxicly masculine weirdos such as himself would call a Man Cave on his lawn, because Pete is a very SPECIAL kind of douchebag. He also plans to stretch it into the neighboring property, tear down the house there and set it up. 

This is news to his wife Peg, played by fellow voice acting Legend whose stillg ot it, April Winchell in her star making role. Peg is Pete’s strong willed wife who dosen’t put up with her husbands crap.. you know that trope that infected sitcoms for kids and adults of the doofy husband whose either a manchild , a skeevy self serving quipy asshole or some horrible combination of the two. The kind that has still been so prevealant the wife from one of said sitcoms helped produce a show about the wife finally doing the logical thing and plotting to kill the bastard. No really.. that’s an actual thing that’s happening. It’s even got a Little Bit of Alexis as Anne Murphy plays the poor, poor wife. 

And why yes the series is called Kevin Can Fuck Himself. And why yes said former sitcom wife was the same one on a sitcom called Kevin Can Wait who was fired because they wanted to retool the show with the wife from Kevin James other sitcom. That also is very really a thing that happened. Payback is a bitch aint it? Fun too. 

But yeah from minute one Pete is a terrible husband: Peg is a realtor and thus is trying to sell the house because it’s her fucking job instead of letting her husband throw their family deep in debt to very likely illegally demolish a house so he has a giant yard to play in. I mean even if this is all played for jokes i’ts just not funny enough to not make him an utter bastard. The fact his response to her VERY valid criticism and subtextual worry he doesn’t’t take her career seriously is to fake a panic attack, from a very REAL tendency he turns out to have giant breakdowns under stress, to try and guilt her into letting him have his giant public man cave just backs this up.. as does the fact she simply glares at the camera as he’s clearly DONE this before. 

Since I have to put up with this version of him for the rest of this episode, the next, AND a portion of the movie, i’m proudly introducing the Pete Sucks Counter. This will carry over to any other appearances of the guy from here on out. So that’s one for his insane plan, one for disrespecting his wife’s career and one for faking a panic attack to try and win an argument Pete Sucks Counter: 3

So because this episode ran short Peg caves and compromises: He can have the property if it isn’t sold by 9. So Pete does what ANY husband would do: uses his spy camera and booby traps he’s set up in the other house to try and scare away prospective buyers. 

Yeah.. while the show TRIES to have Pete not as his old-timey villian self.. they traded in for him being fucking MODOK. I mean he is a grotesque monstrosity who has a nuclear family and spends all his time in a chair thing and can barely function as a Husband or Father. Though at least I can belivie MODOK LOVES his family which not so much with Pete. 

To prove this Pete tries using a fake spider to scare some buyers then CALLS THEM TELLING THEM PEG IS A CON ARITST. I.e. something that if they mention to her bosses could get her FIRED. He respects his wife’s autonomy, what she wants and what she’s asked him for, which is a fair shot to sell the place before he tries to wreck the place, as well as likely what his neighbors want. I mean I can accept breaks from reality for comedy, snakebird is my boy. 

So I can accept pete has this stuff.. I just can’t find it funny when these shenanignas very transparently show that while he surface level loves his wife he dosen’t respect her or actually listen to her except when she gets angry. He IS the villian so he’s still a slight step among monst sitcom dads but i’ts not great. I can find it funny that his den also functions as a super villian lair though. That shit will never not be great. Also Pete Sucks Counter: 6 For the record: one for the spider itself, one for having traps set up in a property hat both isn’t his and his wife is trying to sell and another for threatening her job and her self esteem as she is baffled at what she possibly did wrong. 

So Goofy and Max get on the road, leaving moving the rest of their stuff to an old coot whose a friend of theres. So it’s goodbye Duckburg, Hello Spoonerville! And yes I headcanon this as Duckburg. Goof Troop is one of two shows that very clearly happened in SOME form, the other being Tailspin, the only difference being the time period (Goof Troop taking place in the 90′s and Tailspin in the 30′s or 40′s) and any adjustments for clashes with the 2017 verse. So going off that, we also know Donald and the boys KNOW goofy and didn’t remotely question his presence, as did the rest of the cast. 

So figuring out the timeline, Goofy likely met Donald in college, even if he never finished college as per an Extremley Goofy Movie, which may not happen the same exact way given Goofy still has his old job and may not loose it in this timeline, though i’d like to think he still meets Sylvia. But point is he drops out, possibly to marry Max’s mom, they end up moving to Duckburg for her work, she sadly dies, and Goofy is left raising Max alone. Donald and Goofy likely bonded as single parents struggling in low paying 9-5 jobs. Goofy left here, likely said goodbye to Donald and the 5 or so year old boys offscreen , and left. As for how anyone else knows him that’s simple: he probably visits whenever he can.  He’s a good friend, genuinely loves Donald like a brother in all continuities, and of course would show up with a progressively more then less grumpy Max every time. As for what I think the rest of the cast would think of him: Scrooge would hate him for his disaster area ways, but at least respect him as a hard worker, he just wouldn’t personally hire him which is.. it’s fair. Beakley would be aggravated by him. Webby would of course like him because she’s essentially him but competent and gay, and Launchpad and him .. god that’d be a joy to see. And drive up Scrooge’s insurance. Della would also like him obviously. I”m really disappointed we didn’t get a season 4 if for nothing else the fact we probably would’ve got another Goofy episode. It also feels weird he’s not in the finale in any way shape or form you know? Why have such a big guest spot for him and then just not bring him or Max back? GIVE ME MORE MAX DISNEY DAMN YOUUUUU So they move right along with Goofy excited to get back to where he once belonged, and to call Pete with the good news on his 90′s cell phone. Pete is utterly TERRIFIED finding out Goofy Comin and tries to send him off course to prevent it. Naturally despite nearly running into a truck, Goofy makes it to Spoonerville by evening anyway and we get a delightful bit that shows off BilL Farmer’s comedy skills as he rapidly lists off all the things in town while driving Max through town. It’s so damn smooth. This also is notable since before this farmer had just played the character in some DTV music videos, which stands for Disney not Denton but god I now want Shock Treatment with the Disney Crew. I mean who wouldn’t want Donald as Brad, Daisy as Janet, and Gladstone as Farley Flavors I ask you. Not sure who every one else would be i’m sorting that out. And if you don’t know what Shock Treatment is, here have this trailer with a nightmarish opening. 

Dammit now I want to watch Shock Treatment again... so I am. Found it in full on YouTube, and I feel no shame in sharing that as it’s not on VOD, nor any streaming service, the DVD, which I own, is out of print, and the Blu Ray is a UK exclusive. This film both needs to be seen more and needs another proper US release damn it!

So naturally Goofy somehow finds Pete’s house.. I dunno maybe Peg’s been sending him letters. Can’t blame her for having a wondering eye long as she dosen’t act on it. She’s married to a walking lump of ego, selfishness and cholesterol and likely only held on as long as she did for the kids. Which for the record Peg as a child of divorce whose parents got divorced rather than keep up a sham marriage or anything.. it’s not worth it. I was MUCH happier that way in the long term. 

Anyways Peg and Goofy happily reunited while they awkardly try to get the kids to meet, with Goofy and PJ not warming up to each other at first, likely because Max just lost all his friends, and PJ clearly had none going into the series from context we’ll get later in the pilot. We also get a hilarious bit where Peg alternates between warmly greeting the goof’s and hilaroiusly shouting at Pistol to not play with worms.. in what honestly sounds like a protype for Miss Finster’s voice. 

Meanwhile the kids try to hide a small crack in Pete’s boat.. which he notices as he’s just about to steamroll the house despite NOT having asked Peg if she sold it yet and just assuming, possibly opening himself and her to a lawsuit

Pete Sucks Counter: 7

Discovering his boat is trashed, he has a comical panic attack, which I can forgive since this was 1992 and they weren’t as well known as a serious problem. Seriously while pete is a bastard man.. the animation on him is GORGEOUS as it is HILARIOUS, while Jim Cummings brings the hell out of it. He’s kept the roll for three decades as of next year for a reason. Goofy ends up accidently destroying his boat in the process of trying to help him as you’d expect. 

So Pete reluctantly lets the goofs sup with them.... and by reluctantly I mean he don’t wanna but Peg’s forcing him, which is pretty much the other half of their relationship in a nutshell: When pete isn’t lying and betraying her, Peg is forcing him to do stuff. As you can probably guess by how harsh i’ve been this aspect has aged INCREDIBLY poorly for me. This is your standard sitcom setup: asshole or dumbass or both dad, put upon wife who has to keep him in line.. but it’s just not how a GOOD marriage works and got so damn draining over time. Again and again we got things saying marriage is awful, comitting sucks unless your young, again and again. It’s why i’m REALLY happy we’ve been getting far better sitcom dad’s and marraiges lately. Bob’s Burgers is naturally the example, with the wife being the less sane one but both having their quriks and neither being so entirely dysfunctional you ever question the marriage. The Louds are another good example: Lynn Sr. And Rita NEVER right with each other that i’ve seen, have a perfectly happy relationship despite 11 kids, and wholly support each other, with Rita happily giving her husband the go ahead to quit his soul draining desk job so he could pursue his deream as a chef, and later letting him take a massive fincial gamble and open up a restraunt, purely because she belivied in him. Finally we have the Williams from Craig of the Creek who are easily one of the best married couples i’ve seen in western animation and one of them’s played by Terry Crews so that shoudln’t be a shock. I could prabobly find more but my points made: this trope REALLY ages the show poorly, more than any of hte 90′s specific tech or swinging theme song I just realized I forgot to talk about. Eh i’ll save it for the next episode. 

I have NEVER liked this trope anyway: only simpsons has really made it work for me and Family Guy did until they just stretched it too far, and with Simpsons at least they freqeuently have episodes pointing out how unehalthy it is. It dosen’t help this trope somehow STILL isn’t dead, as evidenced by the fact Rick and Morty has it in spades and for SOME damn reason got them back together.. I mean they don’t fight anymore but it dose’nt fix the problem. So yeah while I’m not holding against the show TERRRIBLY as this trope wasn’t as widespread at the time, it still dosen’t make it GOOD even at it’s core. 

Things get worse for Pete though as while Goofy praises him (And the Pete Kids rightfly wonder if Goofy is from space given the logic of ANYONE being that fond of pete. ) Pete finds out GOOFY bought the house he was going to demolish and will be staying with them till they move in. I have only one response to his misery....

Max also futzes with the tv which you THINK would lead to Peg finding out her husband is the antagonist of a Blumhouse movie but instead just does nothing. 

So then we have Dinner where we find out SUPRISINGLY, Pete actually has a somewhat valid reason for resenting Goofy: Goofy cost him the big game in high school as Goofy and Peg were on the cheerleading squad together and Goofy accidently kicked pete in the face at a crucial moment, which Pete got the blame for. Granted I did say SOMEWHAT: Goofy is genuinely apologetic and says Pete shouldn’t of been blamed and Pete’s apparently been hiding the truth from his kids this whole time. I do call bullshit on that as while admittedly i don’t get into local football or any sportsball, Pete works at a dealership. At least one asshole would bring it up to either rile him up or out of genuine rage at something that happened at the very least a decade and a half ago. Pete hasn’t let go of this footbullshit DESPITE owning a successful dealership, having two wonderful children, an even more wonderful wife, and a friggin nice boat.  But really.. it speaks to Pete’s character in any version: His ultimate undoing is his greed, his tendency to keep going and never settle. It’s something he oddly shares with Donald but Pete lacks Donald’s’s heart or redeeming moments. Pete just wants and wants and wants no matter who gets hurt because he’s inehently selfish and will simply TAKE It if he can’t get it. But it’s why he’s miserable, and ultimately ends up divorced: He can’t be satisfised so he often looses what he has. 

So with Pete on the rampage Peg sends the boys upstairs. It’s here we get PJ’s first Woobie Moment: He has a room FULL of cool toys, comics and what not but his dad is such a greedy asshole he refuses to let the kid actually use them. He even knows this isn’t normal but is just resigned to it. Rob Paulsen is phenomenal as PJ, being funny and energetic, snarky and off to the side or depressed and fearful all with grace and ease and all making this all feel like the same sweet kid. 

I mention this because Paulsen’s action is so good it highlights an issue with PJ: the writers lean way too hard into how much a hardass Pete is, to the point the series, likely intentionally, HEAVILY implies he physically abuses pete and the stuff on screen isn’t over the top enough, at least for tehse episodes, to get away with how he emotionally abuses him either. He talks down to him, doesn’t let him play toys and as seen by various episode synopsis and the next episode, uses mind games to keep him in line. THIS is why I can’t stand this version of Pete. He’s an abusive monster to this poor boy and I won’t stands for it, nor it being played off as a joke, especially since they try to ping pong between using it for comedy and using it seriously which just.. doesn’t work. 

So Max earns his future best pals’ friendship by trying to help him.. and succeeding by pointing out that while he said not to use the Tank anywhere on the ground.. he didn’t mention the celling or walls and has the tank going up the walls. And clearly by the fact PJ is seen sleeping with it later, despite Petes’ss anger at this, Peg presumably ripped him a new one once she found out about the toys thing. 

So that night Pete can’t sleep with Goofy tromping around the house and tries to whack him with a Golf Club. I’d give him another sucks count.. 

But given my brother lives in the basement and I sometimes accidently wake him by tromping overhead without meaning too, I DO get getting a bit fed up with someone clomping around and waking you up, and it is a slapstick cartoon so trying to physically assault someone is less of a crime here and more a setup for a punchline. 

So get an UTTERLY hilarious scene as teh combination fo tripping on golf balls and Goofy singing his family lullabye, camptown races with lyrics

So Pete proceeds to have another freak out this time RUNNING ALL THE WAY TO DUCKBURG, THROWING THE OLD MAN OUT OF THE CAR AND THEN BRINGING IN THE GOOF’S BEDS AND BOXES BEFORE TOSSING THEM IN THE HOUSE. It is truly an amazing combination of Jim’s utter talent as he babbles hialriously and the animators as they just make it sing. It’s a great climax to part one. So with that the goofs are home and Pete semeingly gets to go to sleep.. until they start working on unpacking. 

Final Thoughts On Good Neighbor Goof:

This is an excellent start to the series. The jokes are really well paced, the characters well introduced and the humor top notch> I had my complaints obviously.. but i’ts more systemic issues with the series, and stuff that honestly it dosen’t hamper my viewing experience for the most part. The PJ stuff does, but it’s not as big a deal this episode as he barely interacts with his Dad, but otherwise it’s stuff that just hasn’t aged well and they can’t be faulted for not seeing a deluge of terrible sitcoms a comin. The cast is top notch: I didn’t get to them in the proper review so Dana HIll deserves praise as Max, giving just the right amount of 90′s TV Kid mixed with real honest emotion and i’ts a tragedy she’s gone. She would’ve been right up there with the rest of this amazing cast in history. Though at least she got a worthy succesor.. but that’s not for now. For now we’re taking an interlude to look at the wonderfully 90′s music video that was aired along with this special:

Gotta Be Gettin Goofy:

This was my raw reaction to this video. Now is it bad? No the song has great flow it somehow manages to scratch Bill Farmer’s goofy vocals with the beat, the rapper makes the cheesy lyrics work, and the chorus of “gotta be getting goofy” backs a great bit. It’s not a bad SONG.. but the video is a hilariously insane mess. We have two of the poor dancers forced to wear just.. HORRIFYING looking Goofy costumes that look like the Dog based sequel to cats that thankfully only exists in my nightmares

I pityt hose poor dancers. Meanwhile the rest of the dancers are wearing Goofy Baseball uniforms and letterman jackets for some reason. is it beause Goofy likes sportsball. I thoguth they just had them lying around but now I see the g’s on the uniform. They CHOOSE to do this. Max also does a shredding guitar solo, not the max up there the animated max. Combine that with LOTS OF random clips from the show and you get this thing.. and i’ts worth a watch> it’s just hilarously what the shit.. not the most hilariously what the shit thing i’ve seen.. not even this week... that would be this thing from the Eurovision Song contest...

Your welcome. So moving on because this is already badly behind. 

Good Neighbor Goof:

So our second episode opens with the Goof’s trying to move in and pete being upset their being loud. Now being upset your neighbors are being loud is one thing: Mine set off fireworks all week around fourth of July. Granted Pete would probably be the one doing such nonsense but still, I get it.. but it’s fair to have a lot of noise when your moving in and in Goofy’s case also trying to patch up a massive hole in the place. 

So he does what any reasonable man would do and activates the earthquake machine he hid in the basement. 

I wasn’t kidding about the MODOK comparisons. Granted the thing uses a belt to somehow do this.. but it’s designed to SIMULATE AN EARTHQUAKE AN DDOES SO WELL. The only reason Goofy’s not dead is that pete uses a low setting that instead ends up unpacking everything. IT’s a neat gag but again... PETE HAS AN EARTHQUAKE MACHINE.

Which Goofy accidently destroys his boat with. Meanwhile the boys try to talk over tin can phones only for Pete to notice and try to stop it because he’s a dick and doesn’t want his son to be happy because he hates Goofy. So Pete’s idea of a punishment is for PJ to wear the family shoes to go crush cans while wearing a helmet and given Pete mutters to himself about this keeping PJ away from Max i’ts likely something that he made up to torture his son soooo..

Pete Sucks Counter: 8 Max being a good pal agrees to help his friend crush the cans down to recycle for money and comes up with a zany scheme to do so

Meanwhile we get a few scenes of Pete trying to eff with Goofy’s day: Peg is making food for Goofy like a good neighbor/someone planning for their eventual divorce, so Pete makes him some too with tons of hot sauce. By the laws of classic cartoons, naturally Goofy loves it and wonders if Pete has hot sauce, while Pete trying it explodes his head Scanner’s style. 

He then tries giving Goofy a chainsaw loaded with some kind of explosive or something... so yes he’s esclated to MURDER over.. Goofy annoying him a bunch as he’s apparently given up on the whole taking over that lot thing. 

Pete Sucks Counter: 9 But it is hilariously petty and naturally backfires again by cartoon law as Pete ends up starting it for Goofy who can’t get it going. 

Meanwhile PJ and Max inact the plan which is to drop a bolder with a rope on the cans, but end up having to ride the cans down when PJ lets it go too early and it ends up sweeping both boys on top of the box. They have fun though, with PJ actually getting to enjoy life for once and loving having a new friend.

So as his lot in life Pete has to ruin it by yelling at PJ for getting diryt, then for hanging out with max as he can SMELL the goof on him.. which means he’s either exaggerating or he knows what goofy smells like. 

So he forbids PJ to see him insluting max.. while Max is hanging out the window and ends up crying. Oh and Peg never gets involved in any of this across both parts, likely because she dosen’t know.. which makes it even MORE horrifying as it gives off the implication Pete gets away with his abuse of his son because he hides it, like a real world abuser. But even then some things like trying to break up his and Max’s friendship or the toys thing you’d THINK she’d notice. 

So we get more untetionally telling stuff as PJ says he’ll treasure this day and the only time he was happy.

Pete Sucks Count: 14 2 for the last scene, 3 for ALLL this one implies. But Max won’t give up the ghost no he won’t give it up. They haven’t the strength to hold on for long but if they both hold on together they can make each other strong. So he has a plan: have Goofy throw a Luau and invite the petes.

Peg naturally forces him to attend and Pete is a dick about it at first, but eventually enjoys himself when they do a conga line. The pets, Waffles and Chainsaw get into some antics. I do love Waffles because I love a kitty. Chainsaw is okay even though I love me a good doggo. Especially this one.

You are a Good Boy, Good Boy. But eventually while playing a party game about passing coconuts, Pete considers the coconut and considers the trees but dosen’t consider Goofy kicking him in the face AGAIN

So Pete is naturally a dick about this despite it being you know, an accident. But he takes it a step further by insulting Max Pete Sucks Count: 15 So Goofy gets mad. But here’s where a rather sizeable flaw shows up in the episode as Goofy.. acts exactly like Pete does about the insuing feud. He forbids Max to see PJ makes up rules and is generally petty and vindictive. And look Goofy could be in the shorts. He’s endlessly adaptable.. but here nothing about his character has shown he’d sink to this and it feels forced to bring abotu the climax. 

Thankfully said finale salvages thing: That night Max pulls PJ into his room via the cans, and comes up with a plan.. weirdly asking PJ to hit him with a muffin to save their friendship... but it’s not random it turns out. His plan.. is brilliant. While I really don’t like these types of feud between neighbors make our kids suffer by making them not be able to be friends because we’re being petty children plots, this one has a REALLY clever solution to that: Max and PJ FAKE an oversclated fued similar to their parents, starting with insutls and throwing mulch and escalting to taking down each others fences and then throwing food at each other, before injuring their dads with planks and stuff, nothing serious just slapstick stuff, all to get both to settle down and try and get the boys to stop fighting.. it works like a charm, it’s full of great bits like Peg offering the boys pie only for Max to use it as amuination and i’ts just a great way to end one of these episodes. Not that I WANT more of these episodes but if your going to do this stock plot you might as well be creative with it.

So we end on the Petes and Goofs having a BBQ, all friends again, with Pete having his marina and Goofy nearly burning Pete’s house down and us getting a photo to end the episode.

Final Thoughts:

This one was a step down. Pete’s abuse is REALLY highlighted here and the plot is very paint by numbers and forces Goofy to be out of character for the last act for it to work at all. He just strikes me as too genuine and noble to hold onto a grudge this easily. Peg is also reduced from her usual feisty self to being oddly useless, not stepping in at ANY point to stop any of this depsite it being grossly otu of character. There’s a few great gags and a great climax, but the whole product is just okay

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Fairytale Complex - [Undertale | Sans x Reader]

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Chapter Nine | Dating Tense! (Part 1 of 3)

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Alternate Title: 'Hey, (mami/papi)' or 'Sans acts like a Latin American f*ckboy'.

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Week two into clearing out the air between you and Frisk's monster friends arrives much faster than you would like.

With all the pent-up frustration you'd let out during the first half of your tour and how you ended up postponing the other half prematurely precisely due to that, you don't really want to visit Toriel's home anymore. Even if she did invite you over for a chat at her place back when you were still at the hospital, and even if you did tell her you would set up a date with her soon, you assume she's already long forgotten about that promise, and the mere thought of asking her where she lives now that she's moved on from an apartment to a house is far too much for you.

Are you available today?

I would like to fulfill what I promised you at the hospital, if so.

If not, do let me know when you are free.

Here is the new address.

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If you are not certain over how to make it here, I can gladly pick you up during your lunch break, or after you have clocked out of work.

Or I can ask another person to help you get there.

Just make sure you do not eat anything before visiting, so I can prepare either lunch or dinner for you and everyone else here, depending on when you arrive.

Take care. ]:)

But, of course -- and as fate would have it -- she'd sent you a string of messages first thing in the morning today.

She'd even sent you a picture with her new address, detailed to such a point where you really wish -- now that you see who the person is -- you hadn't agreed with her on having someone help you find her new home.

"Jump in," Sans says, opening the front passenger door of what you can only assume is Papyrus's car based on the stories Frisk told you about him. "We'll make it there in less than an hour -- just in time for you to make it back to work later."

Between Toriel's sudden message, what happened back at Waterfall, the cloudy weather rushing you to make a decision, and just who's the person the goat lady's entrusted to help you out, it's almost impossible for you not to stress any more than you have already.

You're still too worked up over what was revealed to you at Waterfall, and you still can't shake off the extreme caution you've now built around the same person meant to keep you safe in the first place, as far as having to remind yourself not to be as on-edge as you'd been the time he tried to console you when you started tearing up back at the Ruins.

That reminder makes you look at the monster again, though without a friendly tone or look present, mind once again fueled by your urgent need to put up a front around him.

"What makes you think I'll hitch a ride from you now of all times?" you ask, remaining in place. "And with questionable music, to top it all off."

While you're usually not one to make shallow judgements based on personal taste, you can't ignore how obvious he's being with you right now. There's a bell of warning ringing at the back of your head with the low rumble and suggestive beat of the song playing on the radio, and his beyond relaxed driving pose. Only one hand's on the wheel, and the other's hung over the open window. He's either pretending, or he's for real about his attitude, something hard to tell after ending your tour with him at the Underground.

"C'mon, pal. We know our names, met a whole month ago, and you know some of my past to more detail now, don't ya? I'd say we're still acquaintances, at the very least."

"I'm afraid I'll still have to refuse." You cross your arms and point with your gaze at the minivan parked not far behind him. "I've got my own car to drive in. I can follow behind you."

The skeleton's gaze follows yours, and his grin almost stretches when he gets a good look at where you're pointing at. "A minivan?" His irises light up and he snickers, a rumble similar to the song's leaving him. "You really are a parent at heart, huh?" His irises move on back to you, and you further shield yourself with the cross of your arms when you see he's now eyeing you up and down, a different light flaring in his gaze. "Don't think I've said this before, but you've got the looks of one, too." He winks. "And this's probably a bit off-topic and a whole lot personal, but... Has Frisk told you why they ran away yet, or are they still keepin' quiet about it? Jerry aside, you sound n' act like a good parent, as far as I've gotten to know you."

Sans hits another weak spot, one you try to mask by showing anger on your face, using the excuse of him having checked you out. "I doubt I should answer that to a guy who's just looked me up and down." You form a scowl, persisting. "You really have no shame left in you anymore, do you? If you hadn't been so honest with me at the hospital, I would've assumed you've got experience trying to woo people over -- even if you're not that good at it, in reality."

He grins and later shrugs; the arm hung over the window slips back inside the car and lowers the volume some. "Well, what can I say, pal? Ya don't wanna be acquaintances, ya don't wanna be friends, and you're set on me being your enemy ever since the tour. The only thing I've got left's to try flirtin' with you."

"You really don't." You huff and let your arms fall back to their rightful place, self-consciousness showing when you see his irises follow your movements. "Are you that intent on pissing me off from now on? Stop staring at me like that."

"If I stop, will ya try to listen? I just wanna help you and your kid out."

Humour vanishes from his skull; the serious note to his words is then augmented when he makes eye contact with you, music now low enough not to distract you anymore. "Fine." You look back to your car. "But I won't ride with you. I... I don't trust you enough to be all alone with you anymore." You pause and avoid any further eye contact, crossing your arms again when you feel too exposed from his earlier staring.

Being a full-time office worker and single parent, topped off with having to do almost all the chores around the house, meant little to no time for yourself, which in turn meant self-care was scarce -- a factor that tripled when Frisk ran away, made worse with how you coped with their absence. Barely eating anything throughout the day to later drown out your sorrows with the least healthy food there was late in the night -- mostly microwavable to avoid having to cook only for yourself -- had left an imprint on your body and health alike, and it shows to this day. Even if you were starting to get your social life back together and even if you were little-by-little going back to a better and healthier lifestyle, you were still far from being as active as you once were before Frisk went missing. The once natural huskiness and pudginess of your physique was something, but ignoring how that amount doubled over the past few months, how you lost what once used to be good stamina, and how you have stress acne all over your face is a whole different thing in its entirety.

This man was seeing the downright worse self you could possibly show to the world right now, both in terms of emotional and physical health. How he apparently gained a crush on you over the past month is an anomaly you rather wouldn't want to find an answer for currently.

"(Y/N)?"

You look towards the skeleton when he calls out for you, a bit off-put by him using your name. Truth be told, you'd already grown used to him calling you 'pal' or (L/N). Any other name besides those main two felt strange coming from his teeth. "You good?" he asks, a subtle furrow present on his skull. "You've been spacin' off for a while now."

"I'm good," you reply, careful not to let your voice break. It's not until you see him wipe the car door with his jacket's sleeve that you notice rain's began to fall, tainting the inside -- a cause of him having left the window open. "...You should close the window, Serif. I'll follow behind in my car."

"Ride with me." There's not a trace of humour left in him, though you still find it hard getting to take him seriously. "I promise I won't bother you 'til we get to Tori's."

"I still can't." You step back, eyes looking off towards the passenger door to see it left ajar, kept somewhat protected by the rain, yet still in wait for you. "Sorry, but I.... I really can't." Already feeling your work uniform starting to stick, you reach out for your bag and take a mini-umbrella out, shielding yourself from the rain with it. "Thanks for the offer, and for the tour last weekend, but I simply can't ignore how you looked at me just a second ago, and how you've been acting with me recently."

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With how heavy the rain gets, you can barely see when the monster takes a turn to the left, forcing you to take a detour to the emergency lane and suck up a cry of frustration.

Of course, accepting a ride in his car would've been much easier than all this, but then what about your integrity as a person?

Some monsters were reported to have caused Frisk harm, one of them in particular said to have been a literal, killer robot, programmed by none other than Alphys, the same monster responsible for hurting her own kind through means of inhumane experiments.

So if that was the case, who knew what that skeleton could be up to?

Whether jokingly or not, you were far from trusting over his demeanor and were in no means wanting to leave Frisk under the care of him, Papyrus, Toriel, or anyone else anymore. After all, your ex-husband left the second he deemed himself too irresponsible to look after a child. So who's to say an utter stranger belonging to another species wouldn't do the same, or worse?

"I'm sorry to say this, but we're gonna have to stop here."

Once again caught daydreaming, you look to your left, the monster's muffled voice made more audible when you lower the window only slightly, keeping the rain outside. "It'll be hard gettin' anywhere with how strong it's pourin'."

Sans is pretty much drenching himself, though your urge to let him in your car is held back when you question yourself over it. You chew on your lip as you think it through, clicking the switch the second after you scold yourself over your straight-up awful manners recently. "Get inside," you exclaim, huffing. "Don't just soak yourself for me!"

Without waiting, you turn your back to him and reach out for the seat next to yours, opening up the front passenger door for him to pass by and closing it the second he's in.

"Wouldn't've happened if you'd just hitched a ride off of me. Or unblocked my number, at least."

"As if."

His breathing's scarce, and your questions over why he hadn't chosen to use magic similar to last time are answered to you when you remember what he said about Karma.

"Use this." You offer out a towel to him, one you retrieve from within Frisk's leftover school supplies at the back of the car. "Why would you drive all the way back, park your car behind mine, and then get down from it even though it's pouring, all just to talk to me? Haven't I given off enough signs about us? Don't do this for me, Serif. I... I appreciate all your help, but I can handle this from here on out."

You find it hard not to stare when he slips off his jacket and throws it on his lap, revealing a bulky build despite him being a skeleton. He's soaked from head to toe, yet he pays little to no mind to it and takes the towel from your hands, patting it over himself a few times. "You done starin', pal?"

"How are you so... big-boned? I thought that was just your jacket adding extra bulkiness to you!" You look away when you realize just how plain and awfully rude you've been. It doesn't help when you remind yourself he's drenched because of you. "That was rude of me," you say, sighing. "I'm sorry." A strain takes over your chest and a frown accompanies it. "What I meant to say is, well..." You breathe out a sigh. "Why are you so... husky? Is that normal for skeleton monsters?"

"Just as normal as it is for you to have love handles. Didn't really notice the first few times we met, but you've gotta real (mom/dad) bod, if I do say so myself. Your work uniform kinda brings that out more."

You face him with wide eyes and keep your distance from him by scooting away, once more stricken by how much he's changed in so short of a time. What was once a level-headed and decent guy was turning out to be a much more brazen one -- a jerk, not so much yet, but boy, was he starting to cross a few boundaries every now and then. "So it's... not?"

"It's normal." He chuckles, honesty present in the subtle, hearty rumble of his laughter. "...You sayin' it ain't normal for you to have those? 'Cause Human Anatomy's taught me it is. Even more so if you're a single parent, since time's scarce and stress's more than bountiful. Don't really expect you to have your ex's six-pack abs if you're takin' up pretty much all the responsibilities of raising a family by yourself."

"Wh-" You ignore everything he's said and instead reply with, "...Why do you call them that, anyway? You know the scientific term for them if that's the case, don't you?"

"I do, but I kinda like calling 'em that more," he says. "It's a cute name for 'em."

If this was another way of him getting to try to flirt with you more, it was the weakest and most awful attempt yet. Whether he was joking or not didn't matter anymore, your desire to have him out of your life increasing with each second he spends inside your car. "You sure have plenty of guts for a skeleton, you know that? Never in my life would've I imagined someone would bring that up in a conversation." You sigh, breathe back in, and turn the air conditioner down a notch, annoyance helping further contrast the cold of the rain. "Are you alright with the cold, Serif? I know you lived at Snowdin, so I'm not sure if you're uncomfortable or not, but... I lowered it since you got rained on."

"Warmin' up to me already, pal?"

You throw another towel at the skeleton, and a scowl returns to your face. "Ask that again, and I'll kick you out for sure this time."

He laughs, taking the towel and draping it over his shoulders. "Duly noted."

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With the rain forcing you to start up any means of conversation with the monster, you suck up your pride and unblock his number half an hour into your wait for the sky to calm down.

"I might have just enough energy to drive us there without havin' to wait so much for it to clear up," he comments, breaking the ice when you let him know he can call and text you again. "But I'm gonna have to take the wheel from here on."

Letting him drive is by far crossing the thick and neon line you've drawn between him and yourself, yet you can't exactly rule out his reasoning behind it. Before you can spell a 'why' in protest, he continues, preventing you from interrogating him again, "My normal magic's strong enough for small tasks, so I can try casting a veil over the windshield, kinda like how I did the last time you almost fell into the river."

It makes sense, though you hesitate, pride further shrunken when you realize you didn't exactly thank Sans for last time. "Won't it tire you out?"

"A lil', yeah. But it's better than waitin' some more, and I can just sleep that off as soon as we get to Tori's."

You face the wheel, reluctant to let go. "...Are you sure? But then what about your car?"

He nods. "It's already parked n' locked. We can think about that later."

Facing the rain, you bite on your lip and consider the options: either stay here for what you assume will be another hour alone with the skeleton, or agree with him and get to Toriel's on time. The meeting you have at work returns to your mental to-do list, influencing your thoughts on what decisions to make.

Sans was offering to help you out, but at what cost?

Would he bring it all up later and make mention of how much you owed him?

And then again, hadn't he been obnoxious enough with his flirting for you to have a counter-argument about it?

Whatever his reasons were for having offered to show you around the Underground with as much patience as he displayed and help you meet with Frisk's monster friends -- going as far as to drive you to Toriel's new place by himself -- you truly don't have time to delay anymore; the pending meeting is sufficient to remind you of that. As a result, you backtrack on your stubbornness, sighing out your frustration and letting go of the wheel after. "Thank you." Glancing at the back of the car and later back at him, you give him another look of warning before speaking up again, "Back away first," you say, lips a firm line. "If you're gonna move over to the wheel, you're way too close for what I'm about to do."

"Sure." He grins, scooting away. "Whatever ya want, pal."

You eye him over again, making sure he's distant enough for you to move to the back; no way you were getting an inch closer to him physically. The proximity from his seat to your own is more than abundant already.

When you're certain he's not looking at -- or anywhere near -- you, you slip one careful step after the other into the backseat as best as you can. Caution over not letting him take a look at your derrière or anywhere else deems your movements clumsy. Your foot almost slips, though you catch yourself, resulting in a not-so graceful land, face hitting the seats.

"You can move over now," you say once sitting up straight. You fix your clothing and look back to the front of the car when you're done. "I'm not doing that again with you around, so I'll just stay here for the rest of the ride." While you notice his irises have been gazing out at the rain thus far, you don't exactly rule out the possibility of him having slipped in a look on you while you were moving to the back. Simply confiding the monster with your car was ample trust for one single day. Having given your back to him in the most literal sense possible was exceeding it.

"Noted," he replies, laughing. "But don't sweat it. If you're worried about me ogling you, I only saw you climb over to the backseat, and nothin' else. I don't like lookin' at people that way."

"Didn't you do that barely a few hours ago, though?"

"I was mostly just distracted by how... different you look in your work uniform. Real different from your casual self, I'd say."

You face him with stern eyes, unamused. "Oh, that's all, I'm sure." You scoff. "Dunno what's your type, but I've got to be the only human you've talked with so far if you've seriously got a crush on me."

"Why's that?"

"Haven't you seen me at my ugliest? I doubt I looked anywhere near attractive the day after I fainted."

"Last time I checked, a hospital's not a catwalk, ain't it?" He grins. "And who says I'm not into you? You're still a PILF, as far as my tastes go."

"What's that mean?" you ask, quirking a brow.

"An abbreviation for 'Person/Parent I'd Like to be Friends with'."

You're sitting straight on the backseat now, hands folded over your lap as you look to the windshield, distracting yourself away from his gaze. Worry over the rain not picking up makes you wonder if Frisk's doing okay in Toriel's new home, and just what they could be up to with her and the rest of their monster friends. "Were you always this shameless and keeping that hidden? Or am I a special case for you?"

He winks and grabs the wheel without breaking his irises away from you, now staring at you from the rearview mirror. "Whatever you think it to be." It doesn't take more than another hostile look from your part for his smile to tense up again, irises almost appearing to do the same. "Damn." He whistles, looking away and grabbing the wheel tighter. "You're a tough cookie, pal."

"Yes, and I have my reasons for it."

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[thebibliomancer]

Essential Avengers: Avengers #246: GATHERINGS

August, 1984

Family feud! Guest-starring SERSI of the Eternals!

She comes!

A portent of times to come! I hear a faint rumbling of leather jackets from distant years...

Also, hey! She-Hulk! I missed you!

The Avengers have been through the Secret Wars and participated in the Wraith War! What’s next for our band of heroes?

Maybe parties? The cover makes it look like a party is going on before some Kirby-looking guys crashed.

But also? Vision’s vague scheming to raise the Avengers’ profile continues as he and Scarlet Witch take a trip to visit President Reagan and First Lady Reagan at the White House.

Weird thing is that we don’t get an unobscructed view of Reagan’s face. He’s either back to the ‘camera’ or cropped on the panel border. Weird, since this wasn’t a problem last time he appeared in this book. Y’know, the time some plant people tried to hold him for ransom? That time?

President Didn’t-Pay-for-the-Likeness-Rights thanks Vision for taking time to personally brief him on all the biz the Avengers have been up to.

President Reagan: “I wish we could talk like this more often! The National Security Council keeps me posted on your missions, but there’s nothing like getting the news firsthand.”

Vision: “I quite agree, Mr. President. In fact, I have a few suggestions for making the lines of communication between Avengers Mansion and the White House more... shall we say... direct?”

He suggests they speak in private which Reagan gladly agrees to, shooing Scarlet Witch and Mrs. Reagan out. To Scarlet Witch’s surprise because he sprang the trip on Washington on her and now he’s sprung this on her.

Also, every time Vision meets someone in private and the conversation takes place off-panel, they suddenly come around to his point of view so.... uh...

Well, I’m sure it’s fine.

Meanwhile, we get back to Captain Monica Marvel Rambeau’s subplot. Remember how she worried after getting back from Secret Wars that she had no explanation to give her family for being missing for several days? And was thinking of telling them about her secret superhero thing?

Well, she calls home to New Orleans and her presumably firefighter dad answers. I presume he’s a firefighter because there’s a firefighter hat and coat hanging up prominently in the background. We call that environmental storytelling.

Monica’s mom isn’t home so Monica asks for her parents to call her back when they’re both available.

Monica: “In a way, I’m glad momma wasn’t home. That gives me more time to figure out how I’m going to tell them that their ‘little girl’ is leading a double life... as an Avenger called Captain Marvel!”

... Geez, her costume looks so weird when there’s nobody in it.

Monica ponders just bringing it up casually by RECAPPING HER ENTIRE BACKSTORY! Which, in fairness, would be an appropriate way to handle it. But she decides that just going ‘yeah I was helping old family friend Professor LeClare investigate a secret lab on an oil platform, punched a machine, got powers, and then joined the Avengers’ would sound crazy and that there must be a better way to tell them.

I say, take it slow and ramp up. Start from ‘I have superpowers’, do a little pew pew flashlight beam and let their questions guide your explanation.

Meanwhile again but elsewhere, Wasp van Dyne is just chilling at Avengers Mansion, bumming herself out rereading the World According to Garp, and receiving a phone call from West Avengers Chairman Hawkeye.

He tells her that he found a great HQ for the new West Coast Avengers, some old silent film star’s home, and he’s overseeing renovations now.

This ongoing Hawkeye real estate subplot is to get you excited for the upcoming West Coast Avengers series. Are you?

I dread it.

Anyway, Starfox comes in after the phone call and recognizes that Janet is in a Mood. A very bored mood. A post-chairperson funk.

Wasp: “It’s just that Wanda and the Vision are in Washington... Hawkeye and his new wife are setting up a new team in California... Cap and Thor are away on missions of their own... Everybody’s doing something! Everybody but me! It’s funny, after all we’ve been through lately, especially with that horrible Magneto, you’d think I’d appreciate a little leisure time. But instead, I’m bored out of my mind!”

Magneto kissing her really teed her off if that’s what she’s focusing on from the whole Secret Wars thing and not having died.

Starfox has just the answer for Wasp’s post-Magneto-kissing blues though.

PARTY.

He was on his way to a great party and Wasp can be his plus one!

Meanwhile, on the Washington to New York plane, Vision and Scarlet Witch.

She’s confused why they didn’t just take the Quinjets that they have instead of flying on a commercial airline but Vision says that getting out among the people is just good public relations.

I mean, he’s not wrong. But also flying in public, in your costumes, seems like it runs the risk of aggroing a supervillain attack.

It doesn’t happen but I wouldn’t have been surprised if it did.

The flight attendant asks Vision if he drinks before course correcting into asking him if he wants a drink.

I don’t know what’s more amazing here. Wanda going ‘he never has coffee at home’ like that coffee ad that Airplane spoofed.

Or Vision patting himself on the back for connecting to the common man with his drink order.

Simply superb.

Back at the casa Rambeau, Maria Rambeau returns and then returns Monica’s call. Monica says she’s going to come over for dinner and then a panel later, she’s knocking on the door.

Her parents are confused because it’s a twenty-minute drive between Monica’s house and theirs but that’s just part of what Monica wants to explain to them.

I see Monica decided to just jump into her explanation.

Back in New York, Janet frets over whether she’s dressed right for the party but Starfox just dismisses that as one of Earth’s weird mores. Why, he only wears the one outfit and that’s just gonna have to be good enough.

They arrive at the party and it seems to be a hobnobbin’ sort of event, with people discussing court settlements and acting. Also, She-Hulk is there. Hi, She-Hulk!

Glad Stern found another excuse to include you after Byrne stole you away to the land of the Fantastic.

She-Hulk says she met the host at an exotic bakery shop just last week and that’s how she scored the invite.

I wonder what made these baked goods so exotic. And I’m wondering if it wasn’t actually erotic. Do I think that She-Hulk would purchase a butt cake? Yes, yes I do.

She asks Starfox how he knows the host and, well, he doesn’t. He heard about the party and decided to invite himself (and Wasp) along. I.e. crash.

But the host...

ITS SHE!

SERSI!

SHE COMES!

But the host, Sylvia Sersi, isn’t too bothered by the pair of party-crashing Avengers and has She-Hulk introduce them.

Starfox is enchanted to meet Sersi and she likewise but they’d best not be too enchanted to meet each other because I’m pretty sure they’re not too distant relations.

Mentor founded the Titan colony of the Eternals and the Eternals have all been around a while so there’s not that many branches between Starfox and Sersi, I don’t think.

Anyyyyyway.

A drunk man pauses before a mirror to tidy up his tie and gets a startle when a Watcher-looking guy that isn’t the Watcher because he has hair appears in the mirror instead of his own face.

When Sersi comes over to investigate she tells him he must have imagined it and sends the guy away for some air but then interrogates the mirror face man and calls him Domo.

Domo, in the mirror: “We need you here in Olympia! Everyone is needed for the final decision!”

Sersi: “I told you before, I don’t care! Go ahead and make your big decision! It won’t affect me, because I intend to go right on doing as I please!”

Then she turns the mirror into a picture of penguins??

Her powers are great indeed.

Although her investment in the community is less so.

Whatever this mysterious decision everyone is voting on, it is clearly less important than this rockin’ party. This party has a She-Hulk!

Back over at the Rambeaus, Monica decides to just rip off the band-aid and tell her parents that she’s Captain Marvel. They find it hard to believe so she just pulls out her costume and lightspeeds into it.

Harder to hold doubts when your daughter glows with an awesome power.

Frank Rambeau: “It’s true... my little girl’s an Avenger. Hey, that means... you’ve met Captain America!”

Frank jumping right to the important points.

Thankfully, Monica’s parents are very supportive. And actually like the Avengers. You have cool parents, Monica.

Frank Rambeau: “Monica, I don’t know what to say! The Avengers are heroes... like Cap and the Black Panther and Thor... They’re like a legend! To think that you’re one of them -- !”

Maria Rambeau: “We’re very, very proud of you, dear... Prouder than we ever thought possible!”

Very cool parents.

Meanwhile, back at the party, mirror spooked guy (apparently Harry) goes out for air like Sersi suggested and then sees something else which spooks him even harder!

He runs from the party babbling about seeing things or not seeing things and not sticking around to sort out which.

Then a bunch of goons crash the party by flying through the terrace doors.

Look at these total goons.

Starfox steps forward and tries to defuse the situation both by words

Starfox: “Easy, my friends! I’m sure you don’t want to hurt anyone!”

And by shooting pleasure beams from his mind.

Predictably, his pleasure beam, besides being creepy, can’t be allowed to be too effective.

If it actually worked we wouldn’t have conflict and plot.

So like the Hulk in Incredible Hulk #300, these dudes called Delphans just slap Starfox out of the way.

Then superhero number two steps up.

One of the Delphans say that they need to get “that witch” before she can cause them any grief and She-Hulk was in proximity and assumes they meant her and takes exception to that.

She-Hulk: “‘Witch’, huh? You wouldn’t mean me, would you? That’s a bad choice of words, but you’re right about one thing... I can give plenty of grief!”

The Delphan just immediately hits her with an energy pole which just pisses off She-Hulk and ruins her party dress. Thankfully she had the unstable molecules FF costume on underneath.

She dresses in layers.

Delphan: “You’re still standing? But that photon-burst would have stunned the mighty Karkas!”

She-Hulk: “You stupid jerk! Do you have any idea how hard it is to find nice things in my size?!”

She-Hulk and Starfox start beating on the Delphans but its Sersi’s party and she can shoot eye beams if she wants to, eye beams if she wants to.

Sersi: “I should have known Domo would send you Delphans after me! Well, it won’t work! You’re not taking me away without a fight!”

Not just eyebeams but apparently a piggifying beam!

A singing piggifying beam!

Oh, sure, the Delphan says that its a transmutive ability but I know whats what.

Her name is Sersi, which is like Cerci, and she can shoot pig beams at people, especially Greek soldiers.

Unfortunately, like other witches before her, she needs some wrist range of movement to do her business and grabbing her by the arms will just nullify her.

Sigh.

If only he didn’t have armored outpanties, she could kick him in the business.

But fortunately, Wasp “can blow up a small house” van Dyne won’t be stopped by armored outerwear and shoots the Delphan grabbing Sersi right in the butt.

That is, Wasp shoots him in the butt, not that he’s grabbing Sersi in the butt.

Meanwhile, over in the Vision and Scarlet Witch subplot, their plane lands at LaGuardia and they’re instantly accosted by journalists who wants Vision’s take on rumors that the president is going to make chairmanship of the Avengers a cabinet-level post.

Vision coyly tells them that he and the president discussed many things but he’s not at liberty to confirm anything.

Hmm.

Then Vision excuses himself, saying that he and Wanda have to get back to Avengers Mansion.

Scarlet Witch: “We certainly do!” And when we get there, we are going to have a little talk!

Seems Wanda is annoyed at all this being left out of the loop.

Back at the A-plot, where A stands for Avengers go to a party and then get into a fight, Sersi gets fed up with these shenanigans and threatens to turn the Delphans into worms but she gets grabbed by the wrists again, this time by power-dampening chonky handcuffs, and dragged away by the Delphans to their spaceship that was hovering right outside the party.

Starfox and Wasp fly out in pursuit, with non-flying She-Hulk complaining about being left behind.

Wasp: “After them, Starfox! We mustn’t let them get away!”

Starfox: “I quite agree! Hostesses such as Ms. Sersi are all too rare!”

Wasp: “No kidding! Once we rescue her, I want to find out how she does that trick with her eyes!”

... Really.

The eyes specifically? Not the singing pig beam?

Huh. To each their own.

The ship takes off shortly after Wasp and Starfox stow aboard and the two heroes resume beating Delphan ass to try to save Sersi.

Lead Delphan: “We have the advantage in number, but they’re still making us look like idiots! We can’t let them beat us now! Have to initiate transport... while there’s still a chance!”

The ship then disappears with a FWOF!

And reappears above the mountains of Northern Greece.

Apparently, Eternal transportation is like the kind in Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy because Starfox and Wasp are discombobulated and nauseated by the transport.

The Lead Delphan seizes the opportunity while the bull is hot and pulls the lever to make the ship just completely disassemble.

The Delphans take advantage of the heroes startlement to beat the shit out of Starfox in midair.

Clever. But rude.

Sometime later, Starfox comes to in Olympia to discover that he and Wasp are completely surrounded and in the shit.

Domo: “Citizens of Olympia!! At last, we all stand together... reunited with our Polar and Pacific cousins! Our destiny beckons! But before the ritual may begin, we must first deal with these two... who have intruded into the affairs of the Eternals!”

Hey, dick! They don’t come to a party you’re crashing and slap the host!

But I guess we’re going to meet all the Eternals next time.

What a fun coincidence that I’m hitting this point of the story when the Eternals movie is just a few months away.

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[missconstancehardbroom]

Summary:

There's a talent show in Greendale and by a popular request, you found yourself in a stage with your Ukelele and undeniable love for Zelda Spellman.

But Zelda Spellman misinterprets. Damn

You have no idea how you got on the platform with a ukulele on your hands. You squinted as the makeshift spotlight glared at you from the rafters, obscuring your vision from the crowd chanting your name, encouraging you to sing. You saw Sabrina and her friends at the frontlines clapping their hands like crazy, whistling and grinning at you. You gave them an awkward wave before you pulled the mic stand towards you – you winced when it gave that ear splitting feedback and when you finally succeeded in adjusting the microphone just so it will be a breath away from your lips, you gave it a tentative tap just to make sure it is working properly.

 You heard Hilda call out your name from a distance. You squinted your eyes trying to find her and when you did, you felt the heat rush up into your cheeks and you were unsure if it was the light that brought heat unto your cheeks or the redhead standing beside the sweetest Spellman. You waved back at Hilda who, with her elder sister in tow, manage to squirm their way from the back of the crowd towards where Ros, Theo, Sabrina and Harvey were standing. It seems like everyone were cheering for you, all except one. Zelda looked at you indifferently, her arms were entwined on her chest and an obvious frown gracing her lips.

“So, I heard this song a while back and I wanted to dedicate it to my favourite person in the world,” You announced forcing yourself to smile despite the heavy feeling in your chest as you started to pluck the strings of your ukulele, “I hope you like it.”

You watched as Zelda rolled her eyes and took a dramatic sigh before she gave a very unenthusiastic clap towards you. She was obviously distracted with the mortals surrounding her.

“Don’t think about her. Stop thinking about her.” You thought to yourself before you sang the first words of the song.

 Am I allowed… to look at her… like that?

Could it be wrong when she’s just so nice to look at?

 You could see how Zelda’s brows furrowed when she noticed you were looking at their general direction, then she shifted her gaze unto the woman standing beside her and realized how Hilda was looking back at you with an undeniable dreamy look on her face. You gave them your most charming smile and you shook your head when Hilda gushed at you. You have learned that Hilda had found a habit of listening to you sing without your knowing whenever you do menial tasks like washing dishes or cutting vegetables. You do not like how your voice sounded when you sing and was surprised when one day, Hilda complained to you when you stopped singing for an entire week.

What you didn’t noticed was how Zelda’s mood soured when she notice the silent conversation that you and Hilda shared and mistaken it for something else. She looked at your direction, and if the light have not obscured your vision, you would notice the subtle lines that worried her brows or the quiver on her lips as you sang the next line of the song. Because from where she is standing, she could see the mutual admiring looks that you and Hilda exchanged.

If she only knew who you were truly looking at.

She smells like lemon grass and sleep

She taste like apple juice and peach

 If you have not shifted your gaze from Zelda’s direction to look at the strings of your instrument, you would’ve seen the change in her demeanour and that split-second look of heartbreak on her face.

 And you would find her, in a Polaroid picture…

And she… means everything to me…

 If you have not taken your eyes away from Zelda Spellman, you wouldn’t have missed how she blinked in rapid succession, trying to stop her own tears from brimming in her eyes.

When you turn your gaze back to the crowd, you saw the giddy smile upon Hilda’s face and you gave her an acknowledging wink in which she responded with two thumbs up.

I’d never tell, you nearly chuckled with Hilda’s antics, No I never say a word, you continued singing

You turn your gaze towards Zelda and gave her a tentative smile, but she just stared blankly back at you, bored.

And oh it aches

But it feels oddly good to hurt,

Zelda shifted on her feet, glaring at anyone who stood too near to her. She felt her fingers twitching as if looking for a phantom stick of cigarette that she would oh so love to have at that very moment. She chewed on the inside of her lips trying to calm herself in the midst of this storm of emotion bubbling deep in her gut. She felt as if her lungs were about to burst and her throat burning as she tried to stop herself from showing any form of reaction.

How could she not notice? You and her sister has been very close in the recent month that you have stayed with them. She should not be surprised if you had fallen for her ever so perfect sister, Hilda Spellman, who was ever so kind and ever so sweet to you, while she on the other hand, kept her distance. It was safer for her to keep herself at arm’s length towards you and risk of following her brother into falling for another mortal.

But who was she kidding?

Whether or not she wanted to admit it, she hoped that you would look at her the same way you looked at Hilda - with such warmth and admiration. Because in her eyes, whenever you look at her, or even in her general direction, you are always frowning. Always averting your eyes even before your sight landed on her, or when you did look at her, you stare at her with such intensity that she could’ve sworn you cursed her in your thought.

Oh if only she knew what’s really going on in that beautiful brain of yours

 She smells like lemon grass and sleep

She taste like apple juice and peach

And you would find her, in a Polaroid picture…

And she… means everything to me…

You closed your eyes, singing your heart out, forgetting the crowd in front of you who were engrossed in listening to the song. You have forgotten all about them as you continue to strum on your ukulele, taking quick glances towards Zelda Spellman, who unlike the other audiences who softly sway on their feet as you sang, stood firmly on the ground.  

Well at least she was looking at you.

At least, she was here listening..

Atleast…

You felt your stomach drop when you saw Zelda turn away, starting to leave her spot, it was only because Hilda grabbed the redhead’s right arm  and whispered something to her sister’s ears did she decided to stay, against her will, you thought to yourself.

And I’ll be okay, admiring from afar

Cause even when she is next to me

We could not be more far apart

 Her fists clenched, unmoved by the fact that you are practically singing the song for her… to her. You even felt your heart break when she waited until you glanced back at her and she yawned. She deliberately poised her hand on her mouth and she yawned.

How you wish you could just walked up to her and tell her to listen because that song was meant for her..

Cause she taste like birthday cake and story time and fall…

But with all the time that you have spent in her presence, it is obvious that whatever you felt about her shall and will forever be unrequited. To her, you are an inconvenience that she hoped she had never come across.

But to her, you heard your voice cracked, you paused from singing and continued to strum as you try to compose yourself and continue singing. But the next words came out more of a whisper than a song…

I taste of nothing at all…

You felt your silent tears start to well in the corner of your eyes. You wet your lips and blinked your eyes, hoping that it would keep the next set of tears from spilling from your eyes at bay.

If only you could tell her the truth. If only you could tell her how you truly feel about her. Then perhaps…

You shook your head when your finger missed a cord, but you continued strumming, and this time, you just fixed your attention on your uke.

She smells like lemon grass and sleep

She taste like apple juice and peach

You kept your eyes closed, your brows furrowed as you sang.

And you would find her, in a Polaroid picture…

The song is coming to an end

And she… means everything to me…

This will soon be over

Yes she… means everything to me…

The song

  she… she means everything…

and your feelings for her.

to me…

 If only it would be that easy.

 When you ended your song, the crowd remained silent. Slowly, you lifted your head and looked at Hilda’s direction, only to find an empty spot where Zelda stood earlier. You force a smile unto your lips and bowed before your audience, which in return earned a resounding applause and cheers.

 Funny, you would gladly exchange all of the applause that you received that night for a single smile from Zelda Spellman. But who are you kidding? She barely even acknowledges your existence.

 ~0~

You gave Hilda a genuine smile when she rushed towards your direction when you went down from the stage still in the euphoric high of applause that you received. She was still clapping and nearly jumping on her feet when she hugged you and told you how marvellous you sounded. You blushed in embarrassment when other people from the crowd approached you and requested for you to have another go on the stage, which you politely declined. You have enough embarrassment tonight to last a lifetime.

Your eyes scanned the sea of faces around you, looking for the tell-tale shade of red that is Zelda’s Spellman’s hair, but you saw none of her, not even her shadow.

“She went home, darling,” Hilda pulled you in to a whisper, “She’s not a really big fan of crowds such as this.”

You just nodded and walked with Hilda away from the stage, Sabrina and her friends were nowhere in sight, perhaps they now enjoying the fair rides somewhere. You bought some knickknacks to bring home for Ambrose, you heard how much he loved Shawarma wraps and so you decided to buy him three Shawarma wraps and two shawarma rice for yourself with extra hot sauce.

You and Hilda talk your way to the mortuary, laughing at the silliest of things. This is the sight that Zelda Spellman saw when the two of you arrived at the front porch steps of the Spellman house.

“And here I thought the two of you have been murdered on your way home,” said Zelda, having a drag of her cigarette, “You better prepare for dinner, Hilda. I don’t think whatever Y/N has in those bags were any good enough to eat.”

You glared at Zelda, biting your tongue just so to avoid another confrontation. She had been terribly difficult in the last couple of weeks and you just do not know why. You have asked Hilda about it before but she just shrugged her shoulder saying that ‘Zelds was just not in the mood’ or that, ‘She had always been like that.’

Hilda took the bags from you despite of your protest, before she headed back inside the house, leaving you and Zelda alone. Despite of the fact that the two of you were practically standing shoulder-to-shoulder, the two of you did not truly acknowledged each other. Zelda was staring at the direction of the driveway while your eyes are focused on the closed red door.

You wanted to start a conversation with Zelda, you wanted to tell her that you were hurt with how she acted earlier, but you realized that it would just be pointless. Zelda would just simply shrug you off and you will feel terrible. And besides, you were still upset with her.

“You sang beautifully earlier,” said Zelda, not bothering to look at you.

“Thank you?,” you replied with a bitter smile. You wanted to ask her why she left early, but you know you will only have silence as her answer. You are about to step into the house when Zelda called out your name.

You paused and did not turn around to look at her.

“If you really liked her as much as you said in the song, I think you should tell her.” said Zelda behind you, “A love unrequited will only remain unrequited if the other person does not know the truth, don’t you think?”

“Believe me or not, Miss Spellman, it will do none of us any good if the person in question knows my affliction,” you looked back over your shoulders, “and it is not love unrequited, at least not yet. It’s love unacknowledged, and I am thankful it will remain so for as long as I am able.”

“Besides,” you added, staring deep into Zelda’s ocean green eyes, “she never cared for me at all. So what’s the point?”

When you saw realization flash into Zelda’s eyes, you rushed back into the kitchen. You are certain Zelda would not ask more personal questions to you if you are with her sister.

This is for the best, you thought to yourself.

At least for now.

#zelda spellman #Zelda Spellman x Reader #Songfic #Zelda deserves to be serenaded #But she have no idea the song was for her #Because reader is an idiot who cannot confess her feelings #or better yet does not want to confess her feelings

[ugly-crying-over-bucky-barnes]

Blue Eyes Part 12

Summary: After the Garrison is shot up, the youngest Shelby daughter finds a new home in London. She strips herself of her last name and tries to live a peaceful life far away from her brothers’ chaos in Birmingham. But fate leads her right back into it after she runs into Alfie Solomons.

Part 12: Ella turns her back to Birmingham and stays with Alfie. But there’s still trouble they cannot shake 

         It still surprised Alfie to wake up with Ella in bed with him. Even though it had been nearly nine weeks of the routine. He’d been counting, yes. Because every Saturday morning, when he allowed himself to stay in bed a little longer than usual, he remarked at the sight. The next day would be the ninth Saturday.

           It gave him time to notice certain things about Ella in a setting he hadn’t seen her in before.

           Without fail, she always slept on her side. So there was a fifty percent chance she would be facing him when he woke up. It was one of those mornings. Her hand wedged between her cheek and the pillow, her lips parted slightly as she slept soundly. Her dark hair had grown longer than she usually kept it. It only made sense, she said Ada or Polly usually cut her hair. They always had.

           She’d rotate between wearing her slips to bed and swiping one of Alfie’s freshly laundered shirts. He didn’t complain. He liked the way it overwhelmed her smaller frame, grazing mid-thigh, and the sleeves over her hands if she didn’t roll them up.

           Alfie didn’t complain about a lot of things those nine weeks. It was comforting to have Ella with him. It had blossomed into a strangely domestic scenario. She never left after the night they reunited. She’d simply gone to work the next day and arrived that night with most of her things.

           He didn’t even bat an eye. Because it felt right. More than anything, it was what he craved. The woman he loved always there. Becoming accustomed to her rose and honey perfume and lavender soap, the feminine scents taking a hold of his flat. She arrived home from work far earlier than he did. Sometimes he’d find her in the parlor listening to the radio or already in bed, depending on the time of night.

           Alfie would’ve loved to bury his head in the sand and accept that it was heaven. But he couldn’t. The outside world was still threatening to spill into the quiet home they kept.

           The Shelbys were still in prison and Alfie could see Ella’s hope waning with each passing day. He saw the uneasiness in her eyes. The distrust of everything around her. Her blue eyes always glancing at the quiet telephone or out the window.

           It made Alfie agitated because he couldn’t fulfill her wishes. To make sure her family was spared. The only man who had that power was being an unbearable prick and Alfie was sure he would cause bodily harm the next time their path’s crossed.

           Of course, he wouldn’t. He’d bide his time. Wait for Tommy to make a move. Because there was something the Blinder knew that Alfie didn’t. Something brewing on the horizon and only Tommy was at a high enough point to see what it was. And if it involved Tommy, it involved the entire family whether they liked it or not. That meant Ella so inevitably; Alfie would have to gear up for whatever battle. He wouldn’t let Tommy’s past fuck-ups affect her anymore.

            All he could do was try to win her trust back, even just the little bit he would allow her. Ella had doubled down on her decisions, cozying up in Camden with Alfie. But she listened. Watched. Waited for that sign that something was amiss. Anticipated the next time he would lie or betray her. Maybe he’d lead the police right back to her. Maybe he’d send her back to her brother. She loved him, enough to believe he wouldn’t do such a thing. But there was once a time she thought her own brother would never let his family go to prison.

           As the weeks passed, however, it became increasingly difficult to keep up her guard around him. Not when he was so gentle and cautious around her. With every passing day, she was reminded of why she found him so endearing.

           She’d truly laughed for the first time in what felt like ages because of him. When he scolded Cyril in Russian for snatching half a loaf of bread off the kitchen counter. But only a moment later he was sneaking the mastiff table scraps.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

           They made love for the first time a few days after the seventh Saturday together.

           Alfie had returned late from work. It wasn’t strange, but Ella was anxious to see him after a long day of work. She stayed up in bed for a bit before she realized she hadn’t left out anything for Alfie to eat.

           Ella wasn’t much of a cook. Not that Alfie seemed to mind much. He often made himself breakfast as he left for work much earlier than she did. And if he did come home early enough for supper, he was more than content with whatever Ella came up with. She learned her way around a kitchen from Polly and Ada. Neither were symbols of a perfect housewife. She certainly could feed a clan of Travelers. Skinning a rabbit seemed much easier than producing grand meals from scratch. It was especially intimidating to consider cooking traditionally Jewish dishes. She thought Alfie might like the gesture, but was terrified to disappoint. How embarrassing would it be to only point out the obvious? That she would never be the Jewish wife his family expected him to have.

           She was ruminating on this occurring fear as she cut up a loaf of bread in the kitchen. Cyril stood by her side, his tail wagging expectantly.

           When the front door opened, he turned and rushed over to greet Alfie. Ella heard the man quietly greet the dog, his heavy boots joined by Cyril’s paws padding on the hallway floor.

           “El?” Alfie looked puzzled to see her still awake.

           “I didn’t really make anything for dinner I…” She turned and gasped.

           He was sporting a black eye that certainly hadn’t been there that morning. He winced, knowing he wouldn’t have been able to hide it from her even if he tried. “Don’t worry, dealt with the fucker who did it.” It was mildly pleasing to know that the man had a bag of bricks tied to his ankle and dropped into the river. Clean cut. No blood. Wasn’t exactly eye for an eye but Alfie didn’t play that way.

           Ella grabbed a cold cloth to give to him. “Put that on it.” She instructed firmly. She had nearly a lifetime’s experience with tending to black eyes both her own and her brothers’.

           “What’re you still doing up, love?” He asked, gently pressing the cloth to his bruised eye.

           “Well, I’d gone out to dinner earlier with Amelia. I completely forgot to make you anything. If you’d like, I could put something together…”

           “Ain’t your job to feed me,” He chuckled and sat down to take off his boots. “Who’da ever thought you’d become such a little domestic mouse after a couple of months?” He teased.

           Ella couldn’t help but smile and walked over to unbutton his waistcoat and kiss his forehead. “Well is Cyril going to take care of you?” She murmured back tauntingly. “Because you’ve got a black eye, love.”

           “In me own fucking house.” He shook his head and playfully grabbed the skirt of her nightgown. “Toying with me in me own house.”

           She giggled and batted his hands away. While leaving the kitchen, she glanced over her shoulder. “Eat something. I’ll draw you a bath. Or would you rather I go to bed?”      

           “Cheeky girl.” He grunted and stood up. “Go on, I’ll be up in a minute.”

           She smiled and headed upstairs.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

           After a long soak to ease the ache in his body, Alfie dried off and walked into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. Ella’s blue eyes followed him across the room as he went to rummage through the dresser.

           Maybe it was just timing, but she’d never seen him so vulnerable. Stripped of all the trappings he used to boost his stature. Never seen the tattoos that crawled over the blade of his shoulder, around the cuff, and onto his chest. Symbols, words, letters she didn’t recognize. Scars etched into several places on his body. A new one shown with every movement of his muscles. Some mildly faded nicks. Others angry and deep-set.

           It was hard to get over how beautiful he was.

           Ella stood from the bed and crossed the floor between them. Alfie heard her shy footsteps on the creaking floor and turned, a shirt in hand. He didn’t speak for a moment and neither did she. Her eyes scanned his torso as if she were cataloging every inch of it.

           Alfie’s breath hitched when she reached up and touched his chest. Her eyes found his again.

           “You’re not meant to have sex ‘fore marriage in your religion.” She clarified without much context.

           He swallowed and shook his head subtly. “No, not really.”

           Her fingertips were light against his skin. “How many women have you slept with?”

           “I uh…” He wasn’t sure what sort of answer she was looking for. But he decided sticking to the truth was ideal. Probably wouldn’t believe him if he testified he was untouched. “Didn’t keep count.”

           Her expression of curiosity didn’t falter. “I’m the last one then.”

           Alfie’s pupils blew wide. The unexpected bout of possessiveness from her was indescribable. It was like a hand reaching right into his chest and clutching at his heart. Without a second to spare, he scooped her up in his arms, hands firm on her thighs. “Ain’t ever made love before. Fucked, sure, but never made love.” He walked her to the bed, her arms and legs wrapping around him tightly. Eyes fixed on him. “So you’d be the first and last woman to claim that prize.” A smirk crossed his lips.

           “Gladly.” She murmured and kissed him without abandon.

           It was like sticking a hand into a fire without getting burned. Ella couldn’t have Alfie close enough. She needed to feel every inch of him against her. Her fingernails dug into his shoulder blades, clinging to him with every movement.

           With every flex of muscle, they stoked the fire fostered between them. At the peak, Ella cried out and buried her face into his shoulder. She was trembling so badly, Alfie was terrified he’d hurt her.

           When he regained his voice, he drew back and cupped her cheek. “You alright? Did I hurt you?”

           Ella laughed breathlessly and released her grip on him. Her fingers carded through his hair. “The complete opposite.” She captured his lips again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`

           She was beautiful. Alfie couldn’t look at her without thinking that. It made his heartache when he woke up to her beside him. As each Saturday passed, he became more and more comfortable with the idea of forever. Forever having her, forever being hers. Used to be he didn’t know what forever was. That was until he found himself in her eyes.

           It was terrifying for a man like him. Someone who didn’t think he deserved forever with someone like her. But she’d firmly rooted herself in his home and his life. And he would never turn her away, not when he knew how devastatingly painful it was.

           So every morning, he kissed her forehead and whispered three words.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

           Around the twelfth Saturday, Alfie noticed Ella was confining herself. For good reason, she hadn’t been back to Birmingham. But she didn’t roam in London. She’d been keeping herself to Camden much to his surprise. It was nice, she told him about the women she’d met including Ollie’s wife.

           He wasn’t sure if it was a tactic to try and forget her family. It didn’t seem like a healthy strategy but he wasn’t sure how to bring up the matter. Besides, she appeared happy enough. There were always the subtle hints she unwittingly gave up about her worry. But she would brush him off if he ever inquired if she was okay.

           One night, Alfie came home to the house smelling like an actual bakery. Warmth radiated from the kitchen and Ella had the radio loud enough so she could hear it from the parlor.

           He greeted Cyril while hanging his coat up. “What’s she up to then?” He asked the mastiff and followed him into the kitchen.

           Ella was humming along to the music, subtly dancing around the kitchen. She spun back and forth between the counter and the table. Her curls pinned up to accommodate for the longer length they were. She’d fashioned a small scarf into a headband to hold back any stray pieces of hair. She had what appeared to be a new apron tied around her waist and was wearing one of Alfie’s button-down shirts, the sleeves bunched up around her elbows, and a pair of loose-fitting trousers.

           Alfie smiled and snuck up behind her. She shrieked when he tickled her sides. “Alfred Solomons!” She smacked his arm. “Don’t fucking do that when I’ve got a knife in me hand!”

           He laughed and surveyed the scene in front of him. “You baking, love?” There was flour everywhere, even in Ella’s dark hair and across her cheek. The scent of bread also wafted from the oven.

           She pulled a sour face when she sensed the hint of amusement in his voice. “So what if I am?” Her hands went to her hips.

           Alfie wrapped his arms around her waist. “Didn’t think you liked baking, s’all.”

           Ella frowned and slung her arms around his neck. “Not much good at it.” She admitted. “Minnie tried teaching me. Says she’ll teach me how to make Challah.”

           “That’s nice.” He nodded and recognized the name of one of his neighbors down the street. She was one of the women Ella had befriended. “Made a fucking mess but smells good.” He brushed the flour off her cheek and tried to comb it out of her hair.

           She shrugged. “We’ll see how it turns out. Trying to be proper, I s’pose.”

           Alfie’s brow furrowed. “That what this is ‘bout?” He tilted her chin up so she couldn’t avoid eye contact. “Love, you don’t need to do all this. You’re not…” He waved a hand around to find the words. “Don’t need you to be like them.”

           “Like Minnie?”

           “Right. I know that’s not you. Don’t have to pretend to be something you’re not, right, if ya just trying to please me. Love you the way you are.”

           Ella stuck out her lower lip, her eyes flicked sheepishly away from his face. “Just thought you’d…I dunno.”

           Alfie reached around her waist to untie the apron, slipping it off and tossing it onto the flour-covered counter. He took her hand and coaxed her into the parlor where the music was loudest.

           She pouted but accepted the gesture and followed him down the hall. Her arms slipped back around him as he pulled her into a slow dance. Her cheek pressed into his shoulder.

           “Me mum, yeah, wanted me to marry a good Jewish woman. Someone to take care of the house, cook Kosher, pop out Jewish babies. If I wanted that, I would’ve tried to find someone like that long time ago, right? But I didn’t because I were looking for you, weren’t I?”

           Ella smiled slightly. “Looking for trouble? ‘Cause that’s all I am.”

           “Trouble or not, you’re fucking worth it, ain’t ya?” He grazed his lips over her temple.

           “Alfie, I’m afraid.” She admitted in a voice just loud enough to hear over the music.

           “Afraid of what, love?”

           She chewed on her lip and listened to his heartbeat for a moment before she answered. “I’m afraid of what’s to come and how it’s gonna affect us. Something’s coming, I know it is.”

           After speaking to Tommy weeks earlier, Alfie agreed with her. There certainly was something in the air. “We’ll be okay.” He murmured. “Won’t let anything happen to you, yeah?”

           “Just want to stay like this.” Uncertainty made her voice waver. “Please let it stay like this, Alfie.”

           He tightened his arms around her to comfort her. “Sh, sh, s’alright. It’ll be alright.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

           Every Wednesday afternoon, Ella would travel down the street to Minnie’s flat. There, she would hold tea for the friend group. The location never varied. Minnie was one of the few women in the group who didn’t have children. So the rest of the group took the afternoon as a welcomed break from the kids. Either they were in school, or they would drop them off at a relative’s house for a few hours. Sometimes, they’d bring the kids along, letting them play with toys in Minnie’s parlor while they talked in the adjoining kitchen.

           Ella adored all of the children the women had. Ollie and Elsie had four kids ranging from even to eight months. Ruth had a two-year-old daughter who was her entire world. Annie was pregnant with her first, having only just gotten married. Nora was also pregnant but with her third child, already having two young boys. And finally, Lydia, the oldest of the group, took home the prize of most children with six little ones.

           Every opportunity, Ella took to babysit. She missed her nieces and nephews, wishing she could see them again. It wasn’t their fault the family had been torn apart. She’d made note of Charlie’s birthday and had cried when she realized how long it had been since she’d seen him.

           Still, she kept her sanity despite the seemingly irredeemable loss of her family. The relationships with the Camden women and women from work helped. Along with Alfie, they reminded her that she had a choice of who her family was. Last names didn’t matter one bit.

           On Wednesdays, Ella left work early, freshened up at home and headed over to Minnie’s. Sometimes she brought along baked goods she had tried to make. It was usually just to ask Minnie what she’d done wrong because they didn’t quite taste as good as they did when they’d made the same thing together.

           She adored the small, tight-knit group of women and was grateful they had been so welcoming to her. It did help that most of them were wives of men who worked for Alfie. Some women in Camden would hardly look at Ella not because of her lack of religion, but because of her affiliation with the gangster boss.

           They were quite different from the women she’d been raised with. They were modern women in an orthodox community. Their hair was covered because of their marital status, never wore trousers, they attended temple without fail, and were devoted to their husbands. They were the kind of Jewish women that Alfie’s mother probably wanted him to marry. But times were changing and they’d secured some freedoms. Among friends, they were chatty and loved to have a good laugh. They tittered about topics that most men would deem inappropriate for women. Some even had a good deal to say about the current climate. But it was all good fun.

           They especially liked having Ella around. The Shelby girl was extremely interesting to them both because of her different upbringing and her unorthodox relationship with Alfie. The women were careful not to discuss the Shelby family. Ella had been clear that she no longer associated with them and would rather not go into too much detail about the situation. Minnie, the one closest to Ella, knew a bit more than the rest of the group. Ella had confided in her about the actions Tommy took to get her arrested. Also how her family was still facing the death sentence.

           But they did hawk her about Alfie. Most of them had known him for a very long time but only knew him as the gruff, intimidating man who had violent tendencies towards his enemies and questionable morals. None of them ever expected him to find someone to love.

~~~~~~~~~~~`

           “My mother would always steer me away from him.” Ruth wrapped her hands around the warm teacup. “You should’ve seen him before the war, El, just a troublemaker.”  

           Ella smiled and tried to imagine her Alfie as a young man. Clean-shaven, thin, always scuffed up from a fight or arrest. “Why am I not even surprised?” It was sound. Men like Alfie always got their start on the streets. All of the Shelby children did. The Italians did as well. The rejected bits of society. The bottom of the pyramid, the people the elite snubbed and continued kicking to the dirt. Most took their fate with stride. Others refused to accept it. A poor Jewish boy, a poor Irish Traveler, poor Italian immigrants. They simply kept getting up, dusting themselves off, and raising more and more hell. Louder and louder until they were impossible to ignore.

           “Such a little hellraiser.” Nora agreed. “The police all knew him by first and last name. They knew his mother’s name too.”

           “Do you remember when he came back from France?” Minnie set down a plate stacked with treats.

           “Sure, he came back the same day David did,” Nora answered. “Saw him at the train station. Something different about him, but they all changed when they were over there.” She shrugged.

           Ella nodded, her eyes glancing down at the tea in front of her. She hadn’t noticed how she was absent-mindedly stirring the tea for much longer than needed. “He never even dated anyone?” She wondered. Alfie hadn’t gone into detail about his past relationships. Neither of them had decided it was important enough to discuss. They didn’t realize that neither of them had ever held a serious relationship.

           The women chuckled in response. “There isn’t much dating here,” Elsie explained. “Usually your parents make the arrangement.”

           “Oh…” Ella tilted her head to the side. “That’s usually how gypsy clans do it too.” She admitted and thought about what Alfie had said a while back. About how her brother was ready to offer her up to another family. Maybe one of the Lees or the Youngs.

           “He’s had his good share of fine women from France.” Annie hid her smile into her teacup.

           The women laughed and Ella looked amused. The comment didn’t faze her. “Oh, I’m sure. We’ve had the discussion about our purity. Or lack thereof.”

           They all shared a sly look. “And I’m sure he’s given you the spiel that sex before marriage is never explicitly forbidden in the Torah.” Annie giggled and nudged Ella’s arm.

           Her face turned red. “Well, no he didn’t mention that specifically. Just said it wasn’t really proper.” She shrugged meekly.

           “Alfie does what he likes.” Minnie sighed and shook her head. “He always has, but you’d have to be blind to miss the way he looks at you. Didn’t think he had that sort of affection for anyone.”

           It warmed Ella’s heart to think about the subtle smile he tried to hide whenever he looked her way. Minnie was right; it was damn near impossible to miss the softening of his features, the way his muscles slightly relaxed, and the fondness written in his eyes. “He is much more than his reputation. We’ve had our ups and downs…but he is a good man.” She smiled sheepishly. “I ought to think he likes me if he’s stuck around this long.”

           Ruth chuckled. “Are you mad? He’s crazy for you. Surprised he hasn’t swept you off to get married.”

           Ella tapped her heel against the leg of her chair and clicked her tongue. “Well, since I’m not Jewish…I dunno.” It was so easy to forget the clear lines of division between her and the rest of the Camden community. When they welcomed her with open arms, she could disregard their differences. But something would always pop back up to remind her. “We haven’t spoken about it since I’ve moved here.” She purposefully left out the part when Tommy tried to barter her hand for loyalty.

           Minnie rolled her eyes. “Again, the man does what he likes, love. He’s not exactly what I would call a traditional man.”

           “He’ll probably bribe Rabbi Halberg.” Lydia joked.

           They shared a laugh but Ella shook her head. “No, no, I wouldn’t want to disrespect anyone. We’ll just have to make do I suppose.”

           “His brother married a catholic girl,” Annie recalled. “Before he and Alfie went to fight in France. Actually…no, did Joseph fight in France?”

           Ruth frowned as she searched her memory. “He enlisted far sooner than Alfie did, even before the war started. He was older. I believe he was shipped further East.”

           “Perhaps. Well anyway,” Annie waved off the minor detail. “He met a nurse and married her just months after they met. Don’t believe they had much of a ceremony, just went to the court to have the marriage licensed.”

           “Oh, but what’s the fun in that?” Nora frowned. “I want to dress her up!”

           Ella laughed but cringed a little. It was a nice fantasy, dressed in white, walking down the aisle with flowers and the whole shebang. But it just didn’t seem plausible. Maybe she lost the desire when they argued about it after Tommy’s proposition. Their relationship wasn’t standard so they wouldn’t follow standard procedures. “I don’t think Alfie would want a large ceremony anyway. Besides, I never saw myself as marriage material. Minnie knows, I’m shit at cooking and I’m messier than Alfie and Cyril combined.”

           “He doesn’t want a housewife. Just a wild Shelby girl to call his own.” Nora assured her. “He’ll just want to put a massive rock on your finger and brag about you. He loves you and men in love are very foolish. They’ll act like circus clowns, flipping over backward for your affection. And when they’ve got it, they’ll do everything they can to keep you happy. Not to mention he’ll want to show off a beauty like yourself.”

           The women agreed and teased Ella over her face turning bright pink. “Like Ollie. Elsie, tell her the story.” Ruth prompted.

           Elsie grinned and shook her head. “Talk about a fool. When we met for the first time he was so nervous. I thought he was going to faint!”

           “And your father was afraid he’d made the wrong choice!”

          The women continued on, telling Ella about the first time they'd met their husbands. She smiled and laughed along with them but in the back of her mind, she wondered about what the future held for her and Alfie.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

           Monday evening, Ella was walking home from work. Alfie wasn’t fond of the arrangement. He offered to have a car pick her up to and from work, but she brushed off his concern. She had to remind him that she’d been walking city streets on her own for a very long time, both Birmingham and London. Safe to say, she won that battle and enjoyed the walk to and from work.    

           It was nearing dusk and it was a mild night out. She was getting close to Camden Town, only a few blocks away from the flat she now called home. It was quiet out, only a few other people making the commute home as well.

           “Miss Shelby!” An unfamiliar voice from behind called her name.        

           Ella paused and turned.

           A man in a nondescript, heavy black coat and derby hat approached her. She didn’t recognize him from anywhere. Not as one of Alfie’s men or a Blinder. If Tommy were having her followed, then they wouldn’t outright address her.

           “Pardon, do I know you?” She kept her guard up, her hand subtly tucking into her coat where her small handgun was kept.

           “We haven’t met before.” He pulled out a badge to show her. “Inspector Ian Blackwell of Scotland Yard.” He introduced himself.

           “Uh-huh.” It didn’t matter whether he was actually from the Yard or pretending to be. Either way, she was wary. “Can I help you with something?”

           “I’m sure you can.” His smile was unnerving. Strangely arrogant and yet secretive. “You’re the younger sister of Arthur, Thomas, and John Shelby? The niece of Mrs. Polly Gray?” He asked.

           “I’ve no ties with my family anymore.” She replied frigidly and kept her distance from him. “I haven’t spoken to any of them in months.”

           “I’m sure you haven’t. All of them were in jail, save for Thomas.” Inspector Blackwell tucked his badge away.

           The corner of Ella’s mouth twitched as she tried to keep her surprise under wraps. “So they’ve been released?”

           “You didn’t know?”

           She wasn’t fooled. That was a tried and true Shelby response to an interrogation. Answer questions with more questions. “If they’re not in prison anymore, Inspector, then why are you so curious about them?”

           He chuckled and stepped towards her. “What about a Mr. Alfie Solomons? What do you know about him?”

           Ella leaned away from him, trying to keep her distance without stepping back. She didn’t want him to know she was uneasy in his presence. “That name is unfamiliar to me.”

           “Really?” An amused glint passed over his face. “Shouldn’t you know the name of the man you’ve been living with for months?”

           “This conversation is over, Mr. Blackwell.” She hissed and went to turn away from him.

           Before she could reach for her pistol, the much bigger man snatched her by the arm. He wrenched her towards him and tilted his head down to whisper in her ear. “I don’t like people like you, Miss Shelby. Think you’re above the law because you’re fucking a gangster. If you make this difficult for me, rest assured I’ll make you pay. Or, you can comply and I’ll spare you.”

           “Or I can shoot you square between the eyes.” She replied in a cold voice. Her blue eyes glared back at him, refusing to show him any fear. “Do you know what’ll happen after that?”

           His jaw clenched but he didn’t respond.

           “I’ll let you know.” Her eyes narrowed. “I shoot you, spray your brains all over the street, leave you to bleed out like the pig you are. No one calls the police. Instead, four men arrive after I’ve gone. Jewish men. Very honorable men. They pick you up and bring you to a bakery down the street. They cut you into pieces, remove your teeth, burn off your fingertips, and pack you up into sacks. Around midnight, they take those sacks to the cut. Weigh them down with bricks. Come morning, there isn’t a trace of you. One could argue you never even existed. Your little friends can come here and ask what happened, but no one will know. You were never here. They’ve never heard of you. Then like that you’ve disappeared.”

           “You bitch…”

           “Thing is, Mr. Blackwell, it doesn’t matter who I’m fucking. Doesn’t matter who my family is. At the end of the day, I’m just as dangerous as they are.”

           “You and your dirty gypsy kin will hang.” The inspector snarled and tightened his grip on her arm.

           “We control the ropes, inspector. We decide who hangs.”

           “Miss Shelby?” One of the young men who worked for Alfie, Ben, was walking down the street. He paused when he saw the woman being accosted by the much taller man. “What’s going on?”

           The inspector loosened his grip and Ella took the opportunity to rip away from him. “This is Scotland Yard business, none of your concern.” He snapped.

           “You’re in Camden, anything ‘round here is Alfie Solomons’s business.” Ben reached a hand towards the gun tucked in his belt. “So I suggest you move along and leave Miss Shelby alone.”

           Blackwell narrowed his eyes but took a step back to show he was surrendering, even for just a moment. “Was only asking her a few questions, I'm well within my rights.”

           Ella moved to stand closer to Ben. “Will you walk me home?” She asked him quietly. Her eyes didn’t move from the detective, making sure he didn’t make any sudden movements.

           “Of course.” Ben nodded and gave the inspector one last glance.

           “I’ll be seeing you again soon, Miss Shelby,” Blackwell said with a hint of malicious glee in his voice. Despite her threats, he gave her a smug smirk before turning to walk away.

           “C’mon, let’s get you to the bakery.” Ben touched her arm to guide her in the opposite direction. “Alfie’ll want to hear what happened right away.”

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           Alfie was very interested in what the inspector had to say. But he flew into quite a fit before Ella had the chance to give him specifics. Once he heard that Ella had been stopped by someone from Scotland Yard, he dished out orders. Several men were set out to see if they could track down the inspector and others swept out to see if there were any other cops that were unfamiliar to the area.

           “If you find that fucker, you bring him back here so I can deal with him properly,” Alfie demanded before slamming the office door behind him.

           Ella was curled up in his leather chair, concern etched into her face. “Alfie, I didn’t mean to cause all this stir.” She said quietly. "I'm afraid I might've riled him up a little. He wasn't the only one tossing 'round threats." She admitted.

           “No, no.” He shook his head and rounded the desk. “’Nough of that, love. None of this is your fault.” He knelt down in front of her and took her hands. “Did he hurt you at all?”

           She shook her head. “No. He grabbed me but it’s nothing.” Her hand subconsciously rubbed the bruised area on her arm. “He knew about us…knew about my family. Alfie, they’ve been released from prison.”

           His eyebrows lifted in surprise. “Must’ve been recent, haven’t heard anything ‘bout that.”

           “Things won’t be able to go back to normal.” Her eyes gazed off, blankly staring at the filing cabinets. “I’m glad they’re safe but…what did Tommy do to get them out of prison? Why did he arrange it all to begin with?”

           “S’pose that’s what that inspector is trying to figure out,” Alfie suggested with a slight shrug. His thumb grazed back and forth over the top of her hand, trying to calm them both down.

           “If the Yard’s questioning me then they’re questioning everyone. I bet they can’t even get to Tommy though.” She muttered. Her brother always had a tendency to avoid consequences.

           It was reasonable to assume Scotland Yard wanted to figure out what went wrong. Wanted to know how the members of the Shelby family just simply walked. But Alfie was not willing to let Tommy involve Ella in his mess again. Even if that meant keeping the Yard away from her. “I’ll handle it, love,” Alfie promised her.

           “This isn’t about you. This is Tommy’s doing, he should have to handle it. I’m sick of feeling the aftershocks of his decisions.”

           He clasped her hands in his. “This Blackwell, he mentioned me too, didn’t he?”

           Ella nodded hesitantly.

           “So then it’s ‘bout me. I’ll handle it.” He insisted firmly, holding her gaze. “El, I know that you’ve lost the trust of everyone including me. ‘N maybe I’ll never win it back. The only thing I can do is show that I’ll take care of you. ‘Cause I will. No matter what I’ll take care of you.”

           She leaned forward to hug him. “I wish I could be different for you.” Her voice broke. The fearlessness she’d shown in front of the inspector was beginning to fade. Those days, there was only one person she showed her vulnerability to. And he was holding her close.

           “Love, I don’t want you to be any different than you are right now.” He murmured.

           Ella buried her face in the crook of his neck, refusing to let go. “If I were different, your life would be so much easier.” She argued glumly.

           “If you were different, yeah, then we wouldn’t have fallen in love. Then me life would be fucking miserable, wouldn’t it?” He stroked her hair back and pressed a kiss to her temple. “Love you just the way you are and that ain’t ever going to change.”

           She whimpered a disagreement but was too tired to fight. Instead, she leaned into his arms, letting him take some of the weight from her shoulders. Her eyes closed and she honed in on his breathing.

           “Don’t worry about this, okay? I’ll take care of everything.”

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sweet | george weasley

Summary: there was nothing sweeter than george weasley and you wished he could see you the way you see him

Requested: Could you write a George Weasley x reader where George and the reader have a lazy day, just cuddling in the Gryffindor common room and eating chocolate and different sweets? Thanks in advance!

Appearances: fred!

A/N: i love love love love fred and george

Word Count: 1.7k

Female!Reader x George Weasley

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It was Saturday. Usually your favorite day. Saturday’s meant not having to do anything, but sitting and being alone with your favorite book and being in your own world. Today was even better, because there wasn’t anyone in the common room. It was just you and one of the muggle books you packed away for light reading.

The weather was perfect so that meant no one wanted to be inside. Which gave you the opportunity to really sit alone in silence. However, that didn’t last very long. The moment was ruined when the sounds of the Weasley twins echoed throughout the room. You attempted to ignore them as you continued reading on the cushioned chair.

“[Y/N]! Are you not going outside today?” Fred asked, appearing at your side. Rolling your eyes you placed your bookmark in between the pages you were reading and looked up at him. It wasn’t a secret to anyone in the castle that you were the only person who had managed to become really close with the twins that didn’t have a pranking bone in their body.

It happened in third year, when George and Fred tried to trick you with a nose-biting teacup but you had managed to switch it with Fred’s when he wasn’t looking. Needless to say, they had been very impressed with you ever since.

“No. I did, however, plan on enjoying the peace and quiet but you’re kind of ruining it.”

“Me? Ruin peace and quiet? I could never!” Fred feigned hurt and you rolled your eyes.

“Come join us outside,” George offered. You looked up at him and smiled. You had to admit, he always seemed like the cuter twin to you. He wasn’t as loud and mischievous as Fred but he had his moments. He was sweet like sugar and had a heart of gold.

“Yeah come join your two best friends and watch us do crazy stuff,” Fred encouraged.

“As much as a I really really really love you guys, I just want to stay in today and read,” you informed him and he pouted.

“Well then I’ll join you,” George stated while jumping over the couch to lay across it. He sent you a wink causing you to slightly blush.

“George! I thought we were going to trick the fourth years into eating puking pasties,” Fred gave him an incredulous look while getting closer to his face.

“Eh, sounds boring. I’d rather stay in and … read?”

“You want to read? Unbelievable! I can’t believe my brother is leaving me for my best friend,” Fred huffed and began stomping out of the common room.

“She’s my best friend too, Fred!” George yelled at him. Fred had slammed the door in response causing you and George to laugh.

“You didn’t have to stay in with me George,” you told him. He looked at you and smiled.

“I know I didn’t have to but I wanted to,” you began to blush again and attempted to hide your face. Suddenly George jumped from the sofa and ran upstairs.

“George?” you called out softly but received no response. You huffed and stood up to head back to your dorm. You had no idea what you had done but you hadn’t expected George to run away from you.

“Where are you going?” you heard him softly ask the moment your feet touched the steps. You turned to face him, not expecting him to be right behind you.

“I thought- nevermind, I’m not going anywhere.” George smiled and jumped onto the sofa causing you to chuckle.

“Come sit with me here, I feel so lonely,” George pouted. You rolled your eyes but obliged. He immediately pulled you into a hug causing you to involuntarily nuzzle yourself into him. It wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to be cuddling. You didn’t think much of it because friends do that sometimes. Right?

“I went upstairs to get some candy!” He exclaimed.

“I thought we were going to read?”

“That’s boring,” he responded, emptying his pockets full of anything he was able to find.

“Is that crystallised pineapple? That’s my fa-”

“Your favorite, I know.”

You smiled at George and grabbed them out of his hand. You stuffed a few of them into your mouth and he chuckled as he watched you eat them. He continued to gaze at you with a lopsided grin.

“What?” you asked.

“Nothing, nothing. Just enjoying watching you eat the candy. Did you know that you do this thing where you scrunch up your nose when you like something?” He asked, causing you to subconsciously cover your nose.

“No I didn’t,” you answered, suddenly feeling insecure over it. He laughed and pulled your hand away from your face.

“Don’t cover your face, it's cute. It was just something I noticed.”

“Wanna know something I noticed?” you asked, picking up a chocolate frog and breaking off a piece for him which he gladly ate from your hand.

“What?” he asked with his mouth full of the chocolate.  

“Well I don’t know if you noticed but you and Fred do have a feature that sets the two of you apart,” you stopped to take a bite of the chocolate and George opened his mouth for more which you fed to him. “You have a birthmark on your neck, that is not super noticeable but it does exist.”

“MY CHOCOLATE CHIP!”

You jumped at his sudden outburst and he laughed at you.

“Jesus George!”

“I’m sorry, [Y/N/N]. I just got excited because no one has ever noticed him before. He’s like my best friend.”

He put one hand on his birthmark and one on his heart.

“I thought I was your best friend?”

“Well I- I mean you are- I just meant-” you put your hand on top of his.

“George, I’m joking,” he began to blush from the sudden contact.

“Okay, what shall we eat next?” George asked, trying to take the attention away from him. You began to look through the sweets and try to find one that you had never tried before.

“Glacial Snow Flakes!” You exclaimed holding the box over your head. ‘“I’ve never had them but I always wanted to try it.”

“You’ve never had these? Unbelievable! Open your mouth,” he demanded. You rolled your eyes but obliged nonetheless. He placed one of the snowflakes into your mouth and you almost moaned at how good it tasted. It completely melted onto your tongue, you had never tasted anything more sweet.

“I can’t believe I’ve never had one of these before, they’re amazing.”

“I know!” he replied, eating one of his own.”

“Do you have Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans?”

“Is that even a question? Of course I do!” He pulled it out and dramatically posed with it. You gave him an applause and the two of you started to laugh again. It was nice to spend time alone with George. You felt like you hadn’t had a lot of time to do it recently. Life just felt too busy this year.

“5 knuts says I can eat a bean without cringing,” You challenged and he smirked.

“Oh you’re on!”

The two of you place one bean in each hand. On the count of three, the two of you ate. Your mouth began to burn, you could taste a slightly metallic and bitter flavor but you held it in you to not cringe. You noticed George’s mouth twitch and it immediately made you excited. You swallowed your piece and you watched and George began to cringe.

“I WIN!” You yelled immediately jumping up and down, doing a little dance.

“Gross! I had earwax, do you know how sour it tasted!”

“I don’t care! I win, you lose! I had soap and it was bitter Georgie. Just admit your defeat.”

“I will not admit a loss to someone who is shorter than me.” This caused you to immediately stop and stick out your tongue at home.

“I am not short!”

“I’ll prove it to ya,” he replied while getting up to stand in front of you. You felt your breath hitch. You couldn’t explain it. Before this year you were to be near him without a problem, and suddenly his presence just seemed to take your breath away. He had become the light in your life without ever realizing it.

Catching you off guard, George suddenly grabbed you in his arms spinning you around. You screamed and laughed as the two of you spun in a circle. You began to  wrap your legs around him to keep yourself from falling or losing grip. When George came to a stop, neither of you let go. You held on to each other tightly as if letting go meant losing it everything. Before you knew it, George’s lips were on yours. It caught you off guard but it didn’t stop you from kissing back.

Your heart was pounding. It was like gravity was pulling the two of you together. For the first time in your life, everything felt right. In that moment you knew that no matter what happens in life you would always remember this moment. You will always remember what it felt like to be in his arms, to be held so tightly like he needed you to survive. You had never felt cared for in such a simple yet marvelous gesture.

When the two of you pulled apart he smiled at you like you were his entire world and the truth was, you were.

“I wanted to do that ever since I met you.”

“I’m so glad you did, George,” he gave you another peck on the lips and you smiled up at him.

“More candy and cuddles then?”

“Definitely!” You dropped down from his embrace and went back to the sofa. “Well are you going to join me then?” You asked, patting the space next you. He smiled and sat down and you immediately moved into his embrace. You were content here.

You knew that you had more sweet memories like this to come and you couldn’t wait for it.

Because there was no one like George Weasley.

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A Bowers’ Bet

Hello all you beauties out there! In celebration of the release of It Chapter 2, I thought i’d post this since it’s been sitting in my drafts for awhile and what better time than now to indulge in the guilty pleasure that is known as The Bowers Gang? Let me know what you think!:)

Summary: When Henry and Patrick make a twisted pact on who can steal Derry High’s most inexperienced student’s virginity first, they think it will be their most exciting game yet. But what happens when one starts to develop feelings, while the other is determined as ever to win, no matter what or who is standing in their way? 

A Bowers’ Bet Part 2

“Fuck, I wish you could have seen the tits on this one. They were a nice distraction from her whiney fucking voice. You should have heard her. ‘Oh Patrick, please, fuck me. Patrick your cock is so big. Patrick I want it harder. Patrick tell me what a dumb fucking bitch I am,” Patrick shrieks in his best attempt at the girls high pitched voice. As if humiliating his girls when they were alone wasn’t enough, Patrick felt he always needed to talk about the intimate details to his three best buddies later.

“Well maybe that last part is what I was thinking but still, it was making my fucking dick go limp, so I made sure to not only shut her up then and there, but tried to make her lose her voice to spare everybody else who has to endure it constantly in the best way I knew how,” he sneers, his cheshire grin growing from ear to ear as he was reminiscing on the beautiful fear that flashed in the girl’s light blue eyes. It was an instant look of regret, but Patrick relished that sudden realization, knowing it was way too late to back out since they were already bare and on their knees for him because lets face it, he is never one to show mercy. Getting involved with someone like Patrick was like playing with fire, sooner or later you’re bound to get burned.... literally.

Vic and Belch let out an awkward laugh, trying to appease Patrick as Henry gave him the biggest eye roll of the century. Henry couldn’t stand listening to Patrick’s play by play of which girl he fucked, how they fucked, where they fucked, and everything in between. Even though he would never admit it, Henry was secretly jealous of Patrick because of how much action he constantly got. Patrick noticed Henry’s annoyed expression from the unamused scowl on his face.

“What stick is up your ass today huh?” Patrick questions, calling Henry out in front of the whole group.

“Nothin’ you asshole, I’d just like to talk about something else other than hearing you go on and on about fucking the living day lights out of Macy Hartfield.”

“Alright then,” Patrick mocks, interlocking his fingers together as he sets them down onto the lunch table. “Enough about me. Let’s talk about you. So tell us Bowers, what girls have you been fucking lately?”

Patrick knew Henry wasn’t getting any, but he just enjoyed pushing his buttons way too much.

“I get plenty of pussy thank you very fucking much, sorry not everyone goes for the school’s biggest come dumpsters,” Henry scoffs, leaning back in his seat with his arms crossed.

“Oh Henry, you’re so cute when you’re jealous. Why don’t you just accept the fact that I can get any bitch in this place on their backs for me. Or preferably, their stomachs.”

Suddenly, a very awful, terrible idea comes to Henry’s malicious mind. “You want to bet on it?” he challenges, putting his elbows on the table.

Patrick squints his eyes slightly, a sly smirk forming on his mouth as he licks his lips in great anticipation.

“What kind of bet we talkin’ about here Bowers?” Patrick asks with his voice low, scooting his chair as he leans in closer to Henry, feeling extremely intrigued.

“I’ll give you two weeks to make the school’s Virgin Mary want to fuck you,” Henry challenges, grinning widely as the scheme that was brewing in his head began, making his eyes light up with excitement. 

Patrick chortles before he responds. “And who might that be?”

Henry literally couldn’t stifle the smug grin any longer, until he finally points his finger to the far right corner at a girl who was sitting by herself with papers and books scrawled out all over the table.

“Her.”

Patrick follows Henry’s directions when he notices the lovely brunette with the glasses, sitting alone but looking very much occupied with some sorts of school work. Her name is Juliet and she was known for being one of Derry High’s brightest students. Juliet could be described as bashful by most, but is very sweet and genuinely loves being able to help people, no matter who it is, any way she can. Unfortunately, having brains and a pure heart leaves her with the ultimate stereotypical label of being “inexperienced” and way too innocent to ever be as promiscuous as the other popular girls in school. Patrick observed the way her clothes fit a bit too loose around her small frame and how she was wearing a lavender cardigan with long sleeves even though it was hot out and how her long dark brown hair fell into loose waves in front of her face. 

Although underneath the clothing and square framed glasses, no one had ever really took the chance to realize how beautiful she was. Juliet had light freckles that speckled across her nose, voluptuous pink lips that could make any boy imagine what it’d feel like to kiss them, and her eyes were a hazel color that could be almost hypnotizing. As Patrick observed her, he noticed every detail of her in an instant, making him smirk in satisfaction because Juliet was everything he desired; attractive, fragile, and weak.

“Oh you’ve got yourself a deal Bowers,” Patrick agrees, already having a hard time tearing his eyes away from his new found possession. “But how about we make things a little more interesting?” he grins, turning back so he’s facing Henry. Suddenly, Patrick gets an even worse idea.

“You have to try to pop her cherry too,” Patrick smirks.

“What the fuck you mean Hockstetter?” Henry fumes, becoming clearly irritated that his evil scheme wasn’t going according to plan.

“Whoever fucks the girl first wins,” Patrick declares.

Henry glances over at Juliet once again, now despising himself for picking her because the only reason he had in the first place was because she literally had “virgin” written across her forehead.

"Whats wrong Henry? Scared?” Patrick taunts, throwing his hands behind his head as he stretched his tall legs out in front of him.

Henry Bowers’ reputation and ego was too important to him than to have his gang thinking he was a pussy.

“I ain’t fucking scared, you’re on,” Henry smirks, biting his lips as the two boys shake hands.

“Well how are you going to prove if one of you have sex with her?” Vic intervenes, bringing up a fairly good point. I’m sure Belch and Vic wouldn’t put it past Henry to make up some elaborate lie if it came down to it. He would do anything to not kill his incredibly large ego.

“Trust me, when four eyes misses a day of school because she can’t walk, you’ll know why. But if you need actual evidence I can gladly bring in the bloody sheets. I’ll be keeping them as a souvenir anyways,” Patrick chuckles, looking at the girl once again, his thoughts running wild with every little dirty thing he had planned for her.

Henry shakes his head in disgust, “What the fuck? No, we’ll just have to trust each other’s word, but let’s make one thing clear Hockstetter. You can’t force her or scare her into fucking you. The whole point is to actually have her fall for one of us.”

“You guys are both way over your heads. You’ll never get a girl like that to fuck either of you scum bags,” Belch laughs before chugging down the remainder of his chocolate milk.

“Oh just you wait,” Patrick states biting his bottom lip, staring blankly yet intently at Juliet. He rises up from his seat before leering down at Henry, smiling wickedly. He briefly glances at Juliet once more before his beady eyes go right back down to his best friend. “Let the games begin Bowers.”

Patrick turns and coolly starts to stalk his way over to her table, taking his sweet time with every slow stride as he begins getting closer to her. He reaches her table and it’s like his looming presence is impossible not to notice as Juliet slowly lifts her head up. Her big, doe, eyes widened a bit as her insides churned slightly when she realized who was standing in front of her. Even though Juliet wasn’t defined as a cool girl, it didn't mean she lived under a rock and never heard all the insane stories about the deranged boy.

“Hey there pretty girl, mind if I join?” he nods, motioning to the chair beside her. Patrick doesn’t even give the poor girl an option to respond as he slides the chair out, causing a high pitch screeching sound, before sitting down beside her. He sat so close that their shoulders and thighs were touching making her feel a little uncomfortable, but of course Juliet would never have the nerve to tell him to go away. Patrick takes no time before he begins analyzing her so intently, she feels as if he was staring right into her soul.

“Hey Patrick,” she greets with a soft smile. Patrick just continues to stare at her, completely taking her in. Juliet then realizes what he must need from her.

“So let me guess? Mrs. Evan’s algebra homework? Or maybe Mr. Beasley’s English outline?” she questions as her nose scrunches a little bit in a teasing manner. The way she said it was not cocky, but cute and her delicate voice had a certain soothingness to it that even Patrick couldn’t ignore. He breathed in, inhaling her pure, innocent, scent feeling so tempted to just touch her. To feel her. It was strange, Patrick suddenly felt ticked off that she was so used to boys only wanting her for her brains that she automatically assumed he was only talking to her to jot some math answers down.

“You’re so accustomed to people only wanting to use you for that little head of yours aren’t ya?” he grins as his eyes raked down her body unshamefully.

“Sometimes,” she responds while tilting her head a bit. “And your so accustomed to everyone being petrified of you. Aren’t you?”

Patrick was a bit taken back that she wasn’t stuttering under his intense gaze, how she wasn’t staring down at the ground in uneasiness, or how she wasn’t fidgeting, desperately hoping he would just go away. 

“I guess you could say that,” Patrick answers, somehow scooting even closer to her. He takes his long fingers to her collarbones and lightly traces over them as he begins to toy with her necklace. “Tell me,” he demands in a husky tone, his voice almost sounding an octave deeper as he continues to ask, “Are you afraid of me princess?”

She studies his face quizzically for a second before she chuckles,“Well I suppose that depends.” Juliet grabs his hand and places it back onto his lap. “Do I have any reasons to be?”

“Depends,” he mocks her as he drapes his arm around Juliet’s chair.

“On?” 

“If you’re willing to go out with me this weekend and find out for yourself.”

Juliet knew Patrick Hockstetter was an intense and strange person, but she figured many of the rumors about Patrick must be false or extremely fabricated. Although, who would even possess the vile imagination those stories held?

“Hmmm, I don’t know, sounds a bit risky,” Juliet swiftly remarks as she begins to gather all her papers in place to put in her folder. Patrick doesn’t move as he watches her intently, his tongue gliding back and forth on his teeth as he begins to ponder what to do with this girl who he seriously underestimated. Juliet seemed to be poised and confident, which actually intrigued Patrick more, but he knew he needed to change that real quick. 

“You’re probably right,” Patrick responds quirking an eyebrow up, making Juliet stop what she was doing and look into his eyes. “I mean it would be so easy to lure you in my room, tear your clothes off with a knife and cut that sweet tan skin of yours as I take those glasses off so you wouldn’t even be able to clearly see what would be coming next.”

Juliet freezes, appearing a bit stunned at Patricks intense words. Her eyes couldn’t help but widen a bit as she unknowingly begins to peer at Patrick in fear.

“Or there’s always dinner and a movie. Your choice,” he smirks as he begins to chuckle, making Juliet exhale a breath she didn’t even realize she was holding in. She began to awkwardly laugh with him, but there was a daunting way he said those words that made her feel like he was not kidding.

She begins piling her belongings in her book bag rather hastily now, desperately trying to conjure up how to turn down Patrick graciously.

“I’m really sorry Patrick, but I’m going to pass on both choices,” Juliet states while standing up and putting her bag over her shoulder.

This made him angry, but he knew he had to keep his cool to get her where he needed. It’s as if she was a mouse and he was the deadly trap waiting to snap down onto her neck to crush her. Usually his dangerous charm worked on every girl he wanted in his bed.

“Well you haven’t even listened to option three yet,” he says as more of a demand, standing up so he was hovering over her tiny height, blocking her from walking past him.

“Listen Patrick, I’m sure you’re a very...uhm..uhh” Juliet was stumbling on her own words, having a hard time figuring out if she had actually heard anything good about Patrick at all. She huffed and took a breath before she restarted and continued, “I’m sure you are a very nice guy, but I know your ways and I’m not falling for any of them.”

Patrick belts out in a laugh before he responds, “Oh please sweetheart, enlighten me.”

“If I say no, you enjoy it because you like the challenge of persuading me otherwise. If I say yes, you get what you want faster.”

Patrick ducks his head lower to get eye to eye level with her, smirking profoundly. “Sounds like in either situation you’re stuck with me.”

“Well you haven’t listened to my option yet,” Juliet persuades, gently pressing her hand against his chest so he would back away a bit. “Patrick, please, let’s just pretend this encounter didn’t happen today and we can just go on like we have been.”

Patrick snickered quietly, making Juliet become more internally frustrated. 

“And here I thought you had me all figured out there princess,” he sneers before he states, “But there’s one thing you left out.” Patrick grabs her by the neck firmly as he moves his mouth to her ear when he slowly murmurs,"When I want something, I fantasize about it all day long. I think about it so much I drive myself crazy thinking about how much I need it. How much I want it. How much I fucking crave it.”

Patrick begins combing through her long strands with his bony fingers before he continues. “So basically,” he states, gripping her neck slightly harder, “When I want something, there’s no going back.” 

Juliet briefly closes her eyes in frustration before he moves to face her, releasing his grip on her neck and gently grabbing her chin now. “Understand?”

“Patrick, you’re just wasting your time okay? I’m really sorry, but I just don’t want to go out with you and I never will.”Juliet became shocked at her harsh words towards the boy. She has never spoken to somebody like this before. It’s like Patrick’s transparency was contagious. 

“Bet I'll change your mind,” he winks and with that, he releases her and turns to walk away into the crowded lunch room towards the door, leaving Juliet confused with his sudden mood change. All she is left with is his famous last words that she would never know the double meaning of until it’s too late.

Henry was livid having to witness Patrick and Juliet’s interaction at lunch today from afar and knew if he wanted to beat Hockstetter at his own game, he had to think not only hard, but fast. He knew absolutely nothing about Juliet, other than the fact that she was a goody two shoes who has never been touched before. He had to talk to someone who could give him at least some information about what the girl liked or disliked, and Henry knew exactly the person to ask.

Eddie Kaspbrak. Henry has seen them in the library numerous of times and that was because Juliet tutored him whenever he needed help with math which was very often.

As soon as that bell rang, Henry darted down the math hallway in search of the kid’s dorky face. Finally, he spots him heading into the boy’s bathroom. Perfect, Henry thought to himself. 

He waits outside the stall Eddie is in until the door swings open. The skinny  boy sees the infamous Henry Bowers right in front of him and his facial features go from relaxed to petrified.

“Tell me everything you know about Juliet,” Henry demands, cutting right to the chase as he props his hand up on the bathroom stall. Eddie’s eyebrows scrunch in confusion. Wait, no swirlie? No atomic wedgie?

“Why?” Eddie questions. Part of him was purely just curious and another part of him was concerned for her. Henry grabs him by his perfectly ironed, red collar as he brings his face closer to his.

“That wasn’t a fucking question loser, tell me what you know about the girl.”

That makes Eddie’s bottom lip tremble as he begins obeying Henry’s command, babbling every single random fact he knew about innocent Juliet.

“Uh, s-s-she loves books, especially poetry, she loves animals, she’s really good at playing the piano, she likes flowers a lot, and uhm-”

“Uh huh, keep going,” Henry urges on, wanting to hear more.

“Uhm Juliet typically doesn’t go for you know.... grungey looking guys...” 

“What the fuck are you saying Kaspbrak, that I’m some sort of grease ball?” Henry hisses, gripping the boy’s collar harder.

“N-no! Not at all! Y-You’re a very handsome guy Henry! Please! Don’t stick my head in the toilet again,the last time my mom took me to the hospital because she thought I caught a virus!”

Henry closes his eyes briefly, trying his best to not beat Eddie’s face in before asking,“Is there anything else Kaspbrak?”

“That’s all I can really think of right now.”

Henry releases the boy’s shirt, motioning his head towards the door, signaling that Eddie was free to go. He starts to wheeze before scrambling out of there, leaving Henry with not a whole lot of knowledge about Juliet, but enough to plan his next move.

Patrick was leaned against the front of the school’s building, waiting for Juliet to come out of her last class of the day. He was hoping the scheme he conjured up with Vic earlier would go exactly as planned. Asking Belch was an option too, but Patrick felt he would go and rat on him to Henry. 

The last bell rings, meaning school was out of session as all the kids swarm out of the building. Ben Hanscom came slowly walking out with some sort of project in his hands and headphones over his ears, completely delirious to the fact that Patrick and Vic were waiting for him.

Vic saunters over to Ben, yanking the headphones off of his head, making him turn around. Patrick witnesses as Vic tries stalling Ben as much as possible until he sees Juliet exiting through the double doors.

Finally a minute later, he catches her walking out, the slight breeze blowing her hair and skirt a bit. He smiles to himself and begins to rush over to Vic, whispering in his ear, “There she is.” Suddenly, Patrick runs quickly behind a tree not too far away.

Vic glances over and waits till he knows she will have the perfect view to see what he’s about to do.

Juliet is a couple of inches away from them, and that is when Vic decides it’s the perfect time to strike. He shoves Ben hard, almost making him fall straight to the ground before smacking his project out of his hands, making the entire thing fall apart into dismembered pieces onto the ground. Juliet immediately stops in her tracks, frowning at the malicious act towards the new boy, which makes her get down to help pick up the destroyed assignment. 

Patrick suddenly comes “rushing” forward. 

“What the hell is the matter with you Vic,” Patrick snaps as he gives a fake smack with the back of his hand onto Vic’s shoulder. “Leave the kid alone. Here buddy, let me help you,” he apologizes, getting on his hands and knees to clean up the mess, along with Juliet. If there was one thing Vic realized in that moment, it was that Patrick was taking desperate measures to get Juliet’s attention and approval. 

Ben just stands there, puzzled, completely and utterly lost as to what is happening. Patrick has never done anything but torture the poor kid since he moved to Derry. Ben and Juliet stare at Patrick, totally stunned at witnessing him being nice. It’s sad that the boy was so insane that observing him do a humane act was seen as astonishing. Juliet was quite surprised that he stood up against his own friend to defend Ben Hanscom, but that was another thing about Juliet, she believed that regardless of who you were, everyone had just a little bit of good in them. Unfortunately, Patrick was too far gone, and she would figure that out soon enough.

The two of them finish up piling the styrofoam remains on top of the cardboard. Patrick stands to his feet, handing it over to Ben. “Here ya go fella.”

Ben has his mouth slightly agape as he stares at Patrick with a complete blank stare on his face. He slowly grabs the deteriorated project from his hands, feeling actually frightened by the eerie smile on Patrick’s face. Hockstetter thought he was coming off friendly, but it was like a wild bear trying to disguise itself as a bunny rabbit. Ben quirks an eyebrow up before he says, “Uhh, thanks I guess.”

“Run along now,” Patrick orders, not being able to constrain his true self for too much longer. Ben senses Patrick’s familiar hostility return in his voice before he quickly walks away as fast as his chubby little legs can away from him.

Patrick offers his hand out to Juliet, thinking that was a “gentleman” thing to do. She glances up at him reluctantly before grabbing his hand as he pulls her light weight up off the ground.

“Thanks. That was..... that was really sweet of you to stick up for him like that,” Juliet states in disbelief. Patrick was feeling overjoyed that he was getting the exact reaction he wanted out of her.

“Well what can I say? Can’t judge a book by its cover right?” Patrick taunts, using what she loves as a way to make her feel guilty. She immediately looks down to the ground, her stomach fluttering with nerves that only a person like Patrick could cause. He sensed this and it made him feel more powerful every time she showed any act of uneasiness. 

Suddenly, Henry and Belch come out of the building, immediately spotting Patrick, Juliet, and Vic in an instant. They step down the stairs before making their way towards them.

“Juliet, right?” Henry asks her, pretending to play cool and not give her the slightest clue that she’s all he’s been thinking about the entire half of the day. 

“Yes,” she smiles, her perfectly straight teeth on full display. When Henry sees her face to face, he can’t help the sudden, uncontrollable, rapid beating of his cold heart. Christ, he thought. If she just ditched the glasses, wore some tighter clothes, and had more confidence, she would blow all the girls at Derry High out of the water.

“Here. I found your book. It must of fell out of your bag when you were walking in the hallway or somethin’,” Henry shrugs, scratching the back of his head as he hands Juliet her copy of Hamlet. 

Henry was just as big of a schemer as Patrick was. Juliet’s book didn’t accidentally just fall out of her back pack. Belch was the lucky one in the bunch who had Chemistry with her. To help Henry out, Belch stole the small book out of her bag when she was too preoccupied working on the lab they were assigned. Henry now had the perfect excuse to go up and talk to her, plus it was also extra brownie points that he was doing something kind like going out of his way to bring it back.

Her eyes immediately beam when she lets out a little gasp. “Oh! You have no idea how crazy I was looking for this. It was so strange,” she giggles. “It was like it totally disappeared. Thank you Henry,” she states, studying him, not understanding how the school’s most notorious bully would give a care in the world about a lost book that belonged to someone else. He noticed her observant stare and she didn’t want to offend him so she continues on and says, “Honestly. I never would have found it.”

Patrick and Henry didn’t realize how they both came up with a similar scheme to get the girl’s attention. What’s even worse is that Juliet didn’t notice either.

Belch is biting his lip from holding back the mischievious grin on his face before him and Henry quickly glance at one another clearly amused. Henry would never admit how he loved hearing her say his name. Patrick rolls his eyes, hating that Henry just had to swoop in and ruin his plan with a fucking book.

“Wow, how kind of you Henry,” Patrick sarcastically remarks before grabbing the girl’s hand. “Let’s go Juliet, I’ll walk you home.” 

“That’s okay,” Juliet rushes, pulling her hand away from Patrick instantly as if he had some kind of disease that she could catch just by touching him. “My mom’s in the car down there waiting for me.” 

“See you guys later,” Juliet waves before turning around and walking toward’s her mother’s car. When she hops in, her mom is quick to question what she briefly just witnessed.

“Why were you talking to those delinquents Juliet?” she scolds. Her scarlet red lips twisted into a grimace.

“I lost my book and Henry was just returning it to me mom, that’s all it was.”

“I don’t want to ever see you around them again, do you understand me? They’re nothing but trouble.” Juliet’s mother glares at the four boys before putting the car in drive. 

“I understand,” Juliet mutters while opening up her book, deciding that was a good way to not have to talk about the Bowers Gang any further. When she opens it up to where her bookmark laid, a little slip of paper comes falling out onto her lap. Her eyebrows knit together before she grabs the note and begins to unfold it. It reads:

Juliet, 

You’re so pretty, it makes me sick

I really mean that, I’m not trying to be a dick

I ain’t good with words, but I can kind of rhyme

Will you go out with me this Friday? I think we’d have a good time

Please say yes, it would make me so happy

Sorry, I know this poem is really fucking crappy

-Henry Bowers

Juliet puts her hand over her slightly open mouth, covering the stunned expression on her face. No boy has ever done anything like this for her and never in a million years would she think the Henry Bowers would be the boy to do it. Juliet quickly glances over at her mother to make sure she hasn’t noticed anything before quickly folding the note back up while biting down the suppressed grin she so desperately wish she didn’t have to hide. Unfortunately, little did Juliet know those “heartfelt” words were used to leer her in and now she has officially fallen for the deceiving trap that Henry has perfectly set up. 

For just a moment, there was a small voice in the back of her head that was telling her it was a bit strange that the two boys who have never given her the time of day have suddenly sparked an interest in her. Unfortunately, she simply brushed it off, knowing that the whole gang was notorious for collectively hitting on girls. Although, Juliet began to feel a sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe, there was so much more to at least Henry Bowers than what her mother, the town of Derry, or even Juliet herself made him out to be. And that was her first mistake.

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Hella Feelings {6/?}

Chapter 6: I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles) ~ The Proclaimers

Pairings: Bucky x OC; Sam x OC

A/N: Chapter six with @stuckonjbbarnes​ bless up my lads

Warnings: language, awkward encounters, a little bit of flirting, alcohol consumption, karaoke (that is a warning in itself), angst, fluff

Word Count: 4266 

Previous Chapter ~ Masterlist

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“You! You’re in charge of getting the first round.” MJ points at Peter, when Holly and Sam finally turn up.

She gestures to the girls and they all walk over to the stage, ready to kick off karaoke as usual. The DJ throws on Truth Hurts- Lizzo and Holly, Nessa, and MJ do a Charlie’s Angels power pose. The music starts and MJ starts front and center. The girls are basically yelling the lyrics instead of singing them, the boys are forgotten about as this is their time to shine. As the song fades out, the girls jump off the stage and rush the table, collecting the waiting drinks.

“Would you check my ears?...are they bleeding?It feels like they’re bleeding.” Sam asks, jokingly.

MJ looks at his ear, jokingly before laughing, "Nope just gathering dust in there.”

“ME NEXT!” Peter calls out, running over to the DJ. The girls don’t even have to guess what he’s chosen, as he smiles widely and takes the stage.

“Is...is this?” Sam looks mildly irritated.

“...the Cotton Eye Joe?” Bucky finishes Sam’s question.

“Yasss BABY! Kill it” MJ catcalls. Holly and Nessa whoop and holler along with her.

MJ runs to the front of the stage because the girls have made up a dance for it. Meanwhile Vanessa and Holly try to teach the dance to Sam and Bucky before the song is over. Bucky takes a shot of whatever is closest yelling,"Fuck it" and joins MJ and Nessa by the stage. Sam pouts, refusing to give in and Holly is pretty sure that he just doesn't want to dance with her.

As soon as Peter finishes, MJ is dragging him off stage and into a dark corner of the bar. Nessa quickly pulls Bucky up and he happily follows. Neither are really sure what song the DJ is gonna give them, as neither had picked one.

Nessa’s voice comes out softer than she anticipated as the nerves hit her because holy fuck I’m singing about needing air around the boy that feels like a breath of fresh air. It takes Bucky a second to realise what song is playing but he hears the slow beat and his heart quickens.  

“..if I should die before I wake...it’s cause you took my breath away. Losing you is like living in a world with no air.”

Bucky tries to keep his cool but her voice is so pure and she’s so shy and he just wants her to feel confident like she normally is and so he takes her hand in his and he takes over.

“I’m here alone, didn’t wanna leave. My heart won’t move, it’s incomplete...Is there a way, I could make you understand?” Vanessa can’t help but stare into his eyes, as it feels like he’s singing directly to her...hehehe wtf.

From the audience, Holly and MJ share a look of look at our baby growing up. The whole bar seems to disappear, as Bucky and Vanessa get lost in one another.

“Got me out here in the water SO deep.” She sings, smiling slightly when he takes her free hand.

“Tell me how you’re gonna live without me.” He asks, placing her hand on his chest.

“If you ain’t here I just can’t breathe…”

“There’s no air...no air.” They finish together and finally the rest of the bar comes back into their little world.

Sam is up next and he’s shoving Bucky off the stage and giving the DJ his choice of song. His eyes land on Holly laughing with MJ and Peter, not paying attention to him at all as he starts singing.

“If I could write you a song to make you fall in love.. I would already have you up under my arm… I used up all of my tricks, I hope you like this…” He’s several drinks in and tries to feel the music in his body as the sound beats out of the speakers behind him. He’s never felt so lost when it came to a girl, he wants all of her attention every day so much so he feels like a kid begging for his parents.

She’s still not looking at him, taking a drink from Nessa but then her eyes lock with his and Sam grins from ear to ear as he spins with the beat and points his finger towards her, “you think you’re cooler than me.”

Holly accepts his line as a challenge and races to the stage just before the music ends, speaking with the DJ and smugly, brushing past Sam, drink in hand.

The beat starts and Nessa screams from the audience “YASS QUEEN!”

Holly laughs before catching Sam’s eye. “You’re insecure..don’t know what for? You’re turning heads when you walk through the door.”

She’s smirking at Sam who throws back his head with a laugh but his face is hot and he’s trying to hide it from everyone around him. Holly continues to emphasize certain phrases in the song, intending to see how embarrassed she could make Sam.

“Right now I’m looking at you and I can’t believe you don’t know...you don’t know you’re beautiful...that’s what makes you beautiful.” Sam has his hands on his head because this girl is going to kill him, Steve and Bucky come barreling into his shoulders and suddenly he’s back on stage with no time to catch a hold of Holly.

“Everybody…Rock your body...Everybody...Rock your body right…” Steve sings.

“Backstreet’s back alright!” The other three join in.

“Oh my god we’re back again..” Bucky sings, taking over a main part.

MJ, Ness, and Holly crowd the stage, as if the guys were truly the Backstreet Boys. The girls are laughing so hard that tears are streaming down their faces as the boys attempt to choreograph dance moves on the spot.

“BACKSTREETS BACK ALRIGHT!” The boys yell and the bar goes nuts clapping.

Then MJ takes the stage doing a very colorful rendition of Dirty Little Secret that leaves the entire friend group and Peter scarred for life. Soon after, Bucky climbs the stage and the friends all watch as he consults with the DJ who gives him this look as Bucky takes center stage. The music starts and Vanessa can’t breathe...what the fuck. Bucky takes the mic and sits on the edge of the stage, catching Nessa’s eyes as she’s still at the front of the stage.

“If I was your boyfriend I’d never let you go. I can take you places you ain’t never been before. Baby take a chance I got money in my hands that I'd really like to blow.” Nessa is crying from laughter again but also because he hasn’t taken his eyes off her.

“...so say hello to falsetto in 3,2, swaggie...I’d like to be, everything you want. Hey girl let me talk to you.” Everyone loses it because mans really went for the falsetto. In that moment, Vanessa knows she could never do better than him and they aren’t even dating.

“Girlfriend, girlfriend..you could be my girlfriend.” As the song comes to a close, Bucky hops off the front of the stage, sets the mic behind him and walks with Nessa over to their friends. He gets chosen to go the bar for refills, shortly after.

Sam’s feet are tapping as he brings the mic up to his lips and looks at Holly next to him.

“I got chills, they’re multiplying.” She shoves him away and dances to the music. Sam is done for, he’s officially fallen for Holly in that moment when she sends him a wink and her hand leaves his chest. “And I’m losing control... Cause the power you’re supplying. It’s ELECTRIFYING!”

Sam drops to his knees his hand held out for Holly to take which she gladly does and walks around him. “You better shape. Cause I need a man, and my heart is set on you.”

He stands again, his hand still holding hers as he spins her again and they dance together. “You’re the one that I want,” their bodies get close and Holly thinks he might kiss her “the one indeed,” so she’s walking back from him and her hands leaves his because surely not. He wouldn’t really want to kiss her.

Vanessa watches Bucky stop at the bar. She also sees a girl dressed in the kind of outfit that her mother would definitely not let her out in approach him. He was supposed to be getting the table more drinks. But she’s hugging on him and he’s smiling and laughing at something she’s saying. Ness can’t tear her eyes away as much as she wants to. He comes back with the drinks and she quickly chugs hers.

After a beat, while Sam & Holly are still singing, Bucky turns to her.

“Hey...Steve’s having this party for his birthday. You should go.” She kind of nods and he continues. “Be sure to bring Holly.”

At that, Nessa pushes away from the table and walks away from him because ouch… First that girl at the bar and now Holly. I thought we had a whole moment with No Air...guess not. Steve approaches Nessa at the bar, a few drinks in.

“Hello Ness. Did Bucky tell you about my party?”

“Yeah and I don’t think I’ll be able to make it. But I’m sure the girl further down the bar, making googly eyes at James would love to, Stevie.” She fumes, ordering one of whatever Steve’s been drinking.

“What’d Bucky do?” He groans, ready to give his best friend a piece of his mind.

“Nothing..don’t worry about it. I’m gonna go change my song, not really feeling so peppy.” Nessa sighs and Steve takes her hand, walking up with her.

“I’M GONNA CHANGE MINE TOO VANESSA...us gals, gotta stick together.”

“You’re a whole man Steve.” Vanessa oophs as Steve lets go of her hand and throws his arm over her shoulder.

They head over to the DJ and he agrees to change the song. Vanessa makes her way onto the stage, smiling tightly as she passes Holly and Sam. The music starts and everyone at the table kind of stops and stares...because this is like a really slow song? But Vanessa continues singing and holds up her beer bottle.

“...Drink beer with the guys and chase after girls. I’d kick it with who I wanted and I’d never get confronted for it, cause they’d stick up for me.”  Bucky could swear the entire bar’s mood dropped. Why was she singing like a man had killed her cat?

“But you’re just a boy...you don’t understand. How it feels to love a girl...someday you’ll wish you were a better man.” Vanessa breaks down before she can finish the song and Holly runs up to her, guiding her off the stage.

“You changed your song... what happened?” She pulls Vanessa away from the crowd while she begins to rant and tells her about how she's feeling about Bucky. As they’re talking, Steve watches from across the room.

Vanessa shakes Holly off, not wanting to ruin what was supposed to be a fun night out. So Holly goes to look for her not her mans, knowing it’s best to leave Vanessa be for the time being.

Holly finds Bucky at the booth and slaps his arm as soon as she’s close enough.

"What the fuck did you do?!" She scolds him.

"I don't know! Did I do something?" He gapes looking around the room for Vanessa but he can’t find her anywhere.

"That's the problem you idiot, obviously!" She gives him a stern look and tells him to make it up to Nessa before Sam is calling her over and shoving a shot in her hand. Leaving Bucky in the dust and confused.

Meanwhile, Steve has Nessa sit onstage beside him, having her hold his beer so that he can focus on the task at hand.

“You look so amazing in that sundress...Wonder what you look like when you’re undressed. I can see the future in your eyes...You know I would never tell you lies. I just wanna see you smile...so stick around a while, baby.” Everyone in the bar loses their shit because this is hilarious and Vanessa is like oh shit, especially when he winks at her.

“Cause your boyfriend’s a bitch...he ain’t shit…” Nessa throws her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud. Bucky is staring hard at Steve and glancing at Nessa, sitting beside him, thigh to thigh.

“If I was your man I would answer everytime that you called. I would listen close to every single word when you talked…” Vanessa finally takes in the crowd and makes eye contact with Bucky, who looked both annoyed and hurt. She realizes she may have overreacted a little.

Sam and Holly are at the bar with a row of empty shot glasses and a full one in their hand as they toast to karaoke and throw the liquid back.

“Tequila time!” Holly pours the salt on her arm and holds it out to Sam who licks it slowly, he takes the shot and bites into the lime.

He’s so drunk he’s not thinking but the only logical thing his brain can think to do is fall against Holly and kiss her so he does. It’s drunk and sloppy and there’s a bit of teeth but fuck she tastes so good, like candy but how is that possible with all the fucking alcohol? The two pull away they’re both speechless for a moment just looking at each other catching their breath.

“GROUP KARAOKE TIME!” Peter cries, slapping Sam on the shoulder and ruining their moment.

MJ and Peter wrangle the group up, to close out karaoke for the night. Bucky tries to be near Vanessa and she’s like ‘boy bye’ and wraps her arm around Steve’s waist. She decides in that moment that he’s her new drunk bff.

Peter, MJ, and Sam don’t really have any idea about the tension that is currently radiating off of Bucky and Nessa. Pulling Bucky, who did not want to be there, in-between them, they immediately start slurring and yelling

“WHEN I WAKE UP, WELL I KNOW IM GONNA BE...I’M GONNA BE THE MAN WHO  WAKES UP NEXT TO YOU.” Steve throws his arm over Vanessa’s shoulder and in her drunken and stubborn state she plasters a smile and starts singing along with the rest of the group.

“WHEN I GO OUT, YEA I KNOW I’M GONNA BE...I’M GONNA BE THE MAN WHO GOES ALONG WITH YOU!” Holly smiles up at Sam and he gives her a wink as he belts.

“IF I GET DRUNK, WELL I KNOW I’M GONNA BE...I’M GONNA BE THE MAN WHO GETS DRUNK NEXT TO YOU!” He points at Holly for emphasis.

The group stumbles over the next lyric terribly but pulls it together to shout “ WELL I WOULD WALK 500 MILES AND I WOULD WALK 500 MORE...JUST TO BE THE MAN WHO WALKS A THOUSAND MILES TO FALL DOWN AT YOUR DOOR.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

They go to say goodbyes and Peter and MJ get a cab. The boys mumble a “bye Steve” and Vanessa gapes at them.

“Excuse you? He can’t be left on his own..I’m literally holding drunky up.” She groans and Bucky rolls his eyes.

“Oh sure..he can sleep on our couch.” Sam offers, taking Steve’s arm over his shoulder and shifting most of his weight off Vanessa.

Bucky just stares at Nessa cause he’s so confused as to why she’s giving him the cold shoulder and a little mad that she’s being so clingy to Steve.

“Yo gym rat...you gonna help Sammy out or what?” Holly asks Bucky and he finally springs into action, to help.

In that moment, Sam melts on the inside. They all walk back to the apartment together and Vanessa is uncharacteristically quiet, while Holly attempts to talk to everyone. When the boys finally exit the elevator, Vanessa pulls Holly into a bear hugs and completely breaks down, as the doors shut. Holly just holds her and they have a lil cry on the couch as soon as they stumble through the door. All Vanessa can hear between her own sobbing is "I'm gonna fucking kill him."

Vanessa won’t let go of Holly. She is her rock at the moment. Holly helps her up and sits her on the bed, running around frantically. Vanessa is blank inside and out. Holly BEAUTIFUL Holly, draws a bath and brings out two bottles of wine, yelling “GET IN THE TUB IT’S A SELFCARE MORNING!”

“Enough of that… drink your wine.” Holly shushes Vanessa as new tears form.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The next morning the guys are hung over as fuck and spread out over the three couches in the apartment groaning...all 3 of them. Steve wakes confused and disheveled as he tries to figure out where exactly he is.

“Why am I on your couch...hold that thought,” he sprints to the bathroom to puke.

“I hate everything, my head is pounding...DID YOU DRINK THE LAST GATORADE SAM?? I HATE YOU.” Bucky yells from the kitchen, having shuffled in looking for some sort of aid to help his head.

“STOP YElling, you ass.” Sam is curled up in a chair, holding a pillow over his head. Those poor boys.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Later in the day, after a nap and a mountain of food, Holly texts Sam and demands he come over immediately. So clad in bum pants and a hoodie, the hood pulled up, he's leaning against the door still hungover as fuck when she swings it open and drags him in without a word. They're almost chest to chest when she slams the door shut and they both wince at the sound.

"You called?" Sam's a little lost because he's pretty sure they kissed last night but that could have been his imagination? Although they’re very close and neither are making any move to step away from one another.

Holly can't even think about Sam right now because she needs to get to the bottom of the mess that is Bucky and fix Vanessa’s heart, loyal to her best friend to the bitter end.

"What was Bucky doing with some hoe at the bar last night?"

"That's not a nice thing to call Nessie" he smirks at her but she smacks his chest in retaliation.

"Sam I'm serious apparently he was flirting with some bitch. I thought he liked her like what the hell?!" She throws her hands up and Sam wants to put his hands on her hips and pull her closer because she's so close but not quite enough.

"Bucky has already decided how he's gonna propose to Vanessa. He's too nice for his own good though,” Sam shrugs, “the amount of times we've had strangers join our nights out because he can't say no is fucking nuts."

Holly stops in her spot, she was about a second away from pacing before Sam grabs her wrists and holds her still so she can think.

"Huh good to know. Won't kill him now."

"Yea don't he's an idiot but he's the only reason my apartment gets vacuumed." He lets go of her wrists and shoves his hands in his pocket.

"Okay, that was all thanks" and she gives him a smile and turns to go tell Vanessa but Sam grabs her arm and pulls her back and he's finally holding her hips.

"Was that the only reason you wanted to see me? I'm hurt" he feigns hurt, his grip tightening on her hips briefly. Holly giggles at him, she has to stop doing that around him it’s getting out of hand.

They both start to lean in, kisses on the brain, a pillow manages to hit both of them.

“Not in front of the child...please.” Vanessa groans, “Me...I am the child. No love in this apartment. I need a drink!”

Holly steps away from Sam but not really like it's only a couple inches and his hand is still on her back and she claps her hands together, "Good news everyone! You're a clown, he's a clown, everybody's a clown. This is the fucking circus!"

Sam looks at Holly like she’s grown a second head, until Vanessa points at the sign on the fridge that reads ‘Two Clowns Live Here’. Then Sam makes a move to say something but Holly clamps her hand over his mouth.

"You're going to Steve's party on Friday and you’re gonna show Bucky you're a boss ass bitch!" She orders and Vanessa nods a little, in agreement.

"UH HELL yea I am!" She responds before shutting herself back into her room.

“Is she okay?” Sam looks at Holly concerned but Holly brushes him off.

“...that girl has not been okay a day in her life. Is she very drunk? Yes. Does she remember what happened with Bucky last night? I highly doubt it.”

"Alright then. Do you want to get food?" Holly stops in her tracks as Sam rubs his hand over the back of his neck and his eyes cast down. Her mind is overdrive while she tries to sputter out a response and figure out what any of this means! Is he asking me out...we did kiss last night I think…

“Uh..yeah. Let’s do that.”

Vanessa stumbles back into her room and then straightens after shutting the door, pretending to be as drunk as Holly assumes. She’s like sad and mad...smad: Mad at herself for being sad but sad because she’s really falling for the guy. She’s staring at her phone, which keeps buzzing showing 30 unread texts:Bucky B but she doesn’t want to look because he’s probably asking about Holly. Vanessa guesses she’s just not meant to be happy in life, until a different screen pops up and shit... He’s calling...press the damn red button. But she manages to fuck it up and hit answer in her buzzed state.

“Nessa hey…” She hears his voice but she can’t bring herself to say anything.

“Vanessa?” He asks again and she just stares at the phone, her whole body is tense. After a minute or so, Nessa hears Bucky sigh and sees the call end.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Bucky  throws his phone on the couch and leans his head back, shouting "FUCK!"

Steve, having made it out of the bathroom safely on the third try, is watching Bucky frantically texting and then ending the call. He pats his friends leg as he passes muttering, "You dumb."

"Steve I swear to fucking god I'll throw you out of my house you drunk ass." Steve scoots away a little because he feels like too much shit to deal with that.

"I had her, I was so close. I was going to ask her out and everything would be perfect. Then she got kind of weird yesterday and now she hates me."

“My dude...you dumb...dumb.” Steve repeats and Bucky pauses.

“Stop..wait why?” Steve then tries his best to relay what Vanessa told him, but botches it cause he was real turnt.

“She saw you flirting with ...Holly? And then you told her to...invite a quote “hoe” to my party. She’s..big sad.” For a minute Bucky just stares at Steve but  ever so slowly, he starts to sort it out.

“I told her to bring Holly to the party...for Sam.”

“Didja say for Sam?”

“Not specifically.” He groans.

“You DUMB.”

Bucky scrambles for his phone and calls Vanessa again. She doesn’t pick up this time and he waits for the voicemail message to end, his leg is bouncing and he's going over what he wants to say until he hears the beep.

"Vanessa I need you to listen okay. I'm so sorry about last night I didn't mean it when I said invite Holly that I was just inviting you to invite her or whatever, I don't know okay?! Look I really like you, I wanted you to come to the party, so I could see you. I figured Sam would be too chicken to invite Holly himself so if you brought her ya know...problem solved I guess. Dammit I'm such an idiot..." in the background Steve yells out, face half covered by his arm

"BIG DUMB"

"...just please. Would you go away!” his thought process interrupted by Steve. “I really do want you to be there God I want to see.. maybe I should just go to you. No. Fuck. Okay just please call or text or just talk to me. Okay bye. Its Bucky by the way."

Vanessa just stares at the missed call notification and tosses her phone further away when the voicemail pops up.

“Not today Satan.” Nope. Nope. Nope.

She decides to clean her closet out, hoping to find a fancy dress for Steve’s birthday party along the way. Finding herself in the back of the closet, a mountain of clothes behind her she spots the dress.

“AHA!” She mutters, pulling out a pink Audrey Hepburn inspired 40s-50s gown. Having completely forgotten about her Hepburn phase. Then her phone goes off and she’s absolutely tempted to turn it off until she sees it’s a text from...Steve?

Steve: Hey Vanessa do you want to get some coffee?

And she’s like yanno what? Steve is cute and available and supported me at Karaoke…so FUCK IT.

Vanessa: Yeah, I’ll meet you in 10.

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TAGLIST (OPEN): @cant-decide-at-this-moment​ @rinthehufflepuff​ @buckysmischief​ @sebbbystaaan​ @supraveng​ @hopingforbarnes​ @dumbubblegum​

#hella feelings #marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes x oc #sam wilson x oc #bucky barnes #sam wilson #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #sam wilson fluff #sam wilson angst #marvel college au

[afishcalledfatin]

Dr KIM

ALL MY COVERS HAVE THE NAME ‘INSOMNIAC’ BECAUSE IT WAS FROM MY OTHER ACCOUNT!!

Summary: Doyoung, the straight-forward oncologist who won’t hesitate to tell someone off struggles to admit his feelings for the fellow who is a great listener.

Pairing: doctor!doyoung x fem reader

Genre: fluff

• A oncologist, one of the best in the country

• Won’t hesitate to say what he feels to anyone including Dr Lee Donghyuck

• But fails cause Donghyuck claps back

• also cause for some reason, Doyoung can’t defeat him in A N Y T H I N G.

• “Once… just once let me win.” “Hmm, let me think about it… HAHAH SIKE YOU WERE FOOLED.”

• Part of the “handsome doctors” group

• Has the cleanest office

• Will lint roll his furniture.

• Has a mini fridge, kettle and snack stash cause he hates leaving his office unless he has too.

• “Ah hyung, let’s go get some muffins!” “Do I look like I have the energy to get some muffins?”

• Will not be scared to tell someone off especially if their being disrespectful.

• Absolutely hates it when someone looks down on others just cause they think they have power.

• “Just cause you’re his senior doesn’t give you the right to call him useless. That’s basic knowledge. Learn to respect others if you demand it so much.” *AIR HORN BLARING IN THE BACKGROUD*

• Working with him is cool cause he’s very detailed in his work

• Will want to know every symptom of every patient.

• Which kind of sucks for the residents but hey! It’s good experience to get scolded by Dr Kim once in a while.

• The rest of the guys gave him the nickname Bunny Prince because of the way he eats. Hated it at first but it grew on him.

• “Aw, is our lil’ bunny prince enjoying his carrot sticks?” he would sigh and roll his eyes. “Yes, Taeil~”

• Barely changes his hair colours like Dr Seo and Dr Moon.

• Which is why almost half the staff in the oncology department was shocked to see light brown hair.

• He lost a bet to Donghyuck… sigh

• But dyed it back to black soon after

• He did dye his hair alot when he was younger but now he sticks to black and brown.

• Favourite drink is caramel coffee.

• Loves watches.

• Idk I see him as a guy who would love collecting watches as a hobby

• Would be super proud about his collection.

• Flexing a new one by rolling up his sleeves to his elbows.

• Okay but imagine tho. Oh damn

• He also likes to collect candles.

• Would change the candles according the season

• “Ahhh, autumn mornings.”

• Loves spring time the most though

• For some reason he and Dr Lee are always bickering???

• “Yah! Stop hogging the soju.” “If you stop taking all the good chicken parts then I’ll consider giving you some.” “I swear to god Doyoung, I’ll steal your candles.” “YOU TOUCH THEM AND I’LL GIVE MIN JAE A BUCKET OF CANDY. SUFFER.” “YOU WOULDN’T DARE!” “TRY ME.”

• (Who is Min Jae you ask? Well, click on Dr. LEE to find out!)

• He’s one of the busiest among the group

• Besides him not leaving his office, he’s always with his patients or in the OR.

• He sometimes get emotionally attached to some of his patients.

• Which is sad especially since… well you’ll find out soon.

• He always visits his patients, no matter what.

• When he is free, especially if they’re young and if they’re parents aren’t around, he would stay with the patient and just talk.

• “Doctor… will I die?” the teenager asked, tears forming. Doyoung automatically grabbed his hand. “Hey, hey, I know you’re scared but you need to be strong okay? Don’t think of all the bad things and just focus and being healthy and happy. Please, stay strong.” He tightly held onto the young boy’s hand.

• The rest of the guys understand and don’t pester him as much.

• Doyoung has gone on dates before but he never really saw himself with those girls.

• Until you walked in.

• You were doing your fellowship at that hospital. You walked in slightly nervous to meet your seniors.

• You were greeted by one of the nurses, Jaemin.

• “Oh, Dr Kim is in charge around here. Have you met him before?”

• “Sort of? I’ve attended his seminars before.”

• Jaemin’s eyes widen. “That’s cool! I’ve always wanted to attend but-”

• “Jaemin, you don’t have to attend my seminars. You can come and personally see me. I have no problem with that.” You and Jaemin turned to hear to see Dr Kim leaning on one of the pillars.

• He walked to you taking big steps.

• “Welcome Dr Y/L/N. I’m Dr Kim. Nurse Na, you can go now.” Jaemin walked away, leaving you with Dr Kim.

• “Follow me.” He said. You walked behind him, staring at his shoulders.

• “Holy crap, his shoulders are so wide.” You thought.

• “Thank you, I workout as much as I can.” You face palm.

• You have the habit of accidentally saying your thoughts. Which leads you into funny situations.

• It was your first day and you were already embarrassing yourself.

• “Sorry… bad habit.” You muttered.

• You worked alongside Dr Kim, assisting him in surgeries. It’s been 5 months and you don’t know anything about him.

• He was very quiet. He would only talk to you when he had to.

• “Dr Y/L/N, we need to visit the VIP ward.” He said, quite begrudgingly.

• The VIP ward wasn’t always so bad but because of Dr Kim’s straight forward nature, he always hated visiting it because there would always be some rich guy commenting about how bad the facilities are or how he isn’t being treated good enough and he would just like to set them straight but he doesn’t want to deal with it after that.

• You don’t say much during these visits either.

• You were seeing a patient who just had a tumour removed. It was quite big but thankfully it could be fully removed.

• “Yah! You doctors really don’t know how to treat me better huh? How dare you serve me this crap. I can’t even stand the sight of it.” As he pushed the food away.

• Dr Kim sighed, “Good morning to you too, Director Choi. How are you feeling?” He looked through the charts. He then passed it to you. The patient kept on being rude to Dr Kim but all he could do was smile. You always disliked coming to this certain patient.

• “Awful! Dreadful! You don’t even realise, my money is going to your salaries! Me being here is the reason you’ll be able to find food this week. I demand for better food.” He whined like a child after a tantrum.

• Jeez, I wish the anaesthesiologist had increased the dose. He won’t shut up.

• Doyoung looked at you wide eyed. Nurse Zhong and Na had to hold in their laughter.

• “HAHAH SHIT IM SCREWED I DID IT AGAIN DIDNT I?” you actually thought this time.

• “EXCUSE ME? DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? I’M THE DIRECTOR OF-”

• “And? Look, sir I know who you are.” You have had enough of this guy. “But bare in mind, this doctor you keep insulting sort of gave you a longer life span. If he did-”

• “Dr Y/L/N.” Dr Kim said sternly.

• “Don’t interrupt me. As I was saying, you’re in a hospital. Not a hotel. I’m sorry the food isn’t up to par with your exquisite palate but that’s all we have. We wouldn’t want you to starve now, would we? At your age, you shouldn’t be so angry all the time. It’s not good for you. So, I’d advise you to stop being so rude and start being nicer to those who are helping you.”

• Everyone in the room looked at you with their mouths hanging.

• “Is that all? Well Nurse Na, Nurse Zhong please check on him hourly. Keep giving the same meds. Call me or Dr Kim if you notice anything strange. Thank you and have a nice day.” You walked out.

• You quickly walked towards the elevator before you felt a hand tug you sharply.

• You were pushed against the wall with his hands caging you.

• (CUE CHEESY KOREAN MUSIC)

• “Care to explain what just happened? You just risked the entire oncology department and your job here, I deserve to know why you were so reckless.” He said. You winced at the sharp tone.

• “Gladly. He was being rude, I told him off. That’s all.” You tried to escape but he wasn’t letting you.

• “Dr Y/L/N, if you take one more step I won’t hesitate to-” you could see he was stressed.

• “Dr Kim, I don’t think you realised what just happened. You were insulted by a patient for something you have no control over. You always stand up for the bullied but why won’t you let someone do that for you? Why won’t you say anything? Cause he’s rich? Money can only bring us so far, in the end it’s nothing but paper we humans are all obsessed with.”

• He stared at you. He didn’t know how to reply, he barely knew you but it seemed like he was looking at someone he’s known for years. His hands slowly fell to his sides and he took a step back.

• “Now, if you’ll excuse me I have a phone call to make.”

• Even with that powerful speech you just made, you freaked the hell out and called for your mom.

• “Mom, I think I might get fired.” “BEHSHSHS SWEETIE WHAT’S WRONG?” you began to cry and explain to her what happened.

• News spread fast and before you knew it, people stared at you left and right.

• You were having lunch with Dr Jung and Dr Dong.

• “Y/N, you’ve been quite the topic for the last week.” Sicheng popped a grape into his mouth.

• You groaned. Dr Kim avoided you even more now, replying dryly when you asked him things.

• You hit your head onto the table and made an incoherent noise.

• “Is she okay?” Johnny sat beside you.

• “The gossip is getting to her.” Sicheng explained. Johnny pat your head, “Poor Y/N.” He cooed.

• “Dr Kim probably hates me now.” You say. Yuta suddenly appeared beside you.

• “Doyoung? Nahh. He was just shocked that you had it in you.” Yuta pulled a chair and placed his tray down.

• You sat up. “Huh?”

• “Well, Doyoung has been wanting to shut that old geezer up but he was scared. When you did it, he was in a mix of relieved and worried. He was worried that the oncology department would get into trouble and that you might lose your job.” Jaehyun told.

• “Then explain why he’s been avoiding me.” You grumbled.

• “Probably cause he doesn’t know how to talk to you. Especially after what you said to him.” Sicheng piped in.

• “He told you what I said?” they all nod. “He didn’t realise it himself but after you smacked him with facts, it kind of dawned onto him.”

• “Y/N, why don’t you try approaching him?” Johnny suggested. “Look, he may seem cold and distant but he’s actually a very emotional person. He’s just really awkward especially around girls.”

• “No way.” You said. “I’m not joking. Seriously after Soo-” Jaehyun tuts.

• “What? Who?” you asked. Jaehyun eyed the rest of them. “We shouldn’t. Maybe Doyoung would tell you if he wants to.”

• You nod and left the group to put your plate.

• “Seriously Johnny, Doyoung told us not to tell anyone about Soo Young. Nobody knows but us and the girls.” Jaehyun said. You continued to hear them but decided to leave.

• (Yeah, this happened after the other guys had girlfriends/wives. Read the others here!)

• You walked past the cafe when you thought of something.

• You knocked on his office door and waited for him to allow you to come in.

• “Come in.” You heard. When you opened the door, his eyes was on his laptop. His tie was loosened and his sleeves were rolled to his elbows. A beautiful Mont Blanc adorning his wrist.

• “Dr Kim?” he looked up and you saw his eyes widen a bit.

• “What is it?” he said tiredly

• You slid the caramel coffee and peach cookies to him.

• He eyed them and raised an eyebrow.

• “I get why you’re probably avoiding me. It was totally unprofessional of me to say that to a patient and I know it risked the department and you. But this isn’t a apology because I’m not sorry for what I did. It had to be done.” You said. You didn’t know if that was the suitable thing to say but it felt right.

• “Y/N…” you looked up. That was the first time he called you by your first name.

• “You have no idea how happy I was when you got him to shut up.” He took a cookie and bit into it. He gave you one and you ate it quietly. You avoided eye contact and saw his wrist watch.

• “That’s a nice Mont Blanc by the way. Mont Blanc Bohème, right?” you asked. He looked at you, quite surprised.

• “Yeah it is. How did you know?” “Well, my dad collected watches and this was his favourite.” “Funny, this is my favourite too.” You both sat quietly, avoiding eye contact.

• “Look, I know I may seem… cold but I’m just not used to having friends of the opposite gender. I’m still a bit awkward with the other guys girlfriends. I wanted to try to be friends with you but I didn’t know where to start.” He said. You smiled. You dust off any crumbs on your hands and stretched out your hand.

• “Well, hi. I’m Y/N Y/L/N. Nice to meet you.” He chuckled and grabbed your hand. He shook it, flashing a gummy smile. “I’m Kim Doyoung. Nice to meet you too.”

• That was when your friendship began.

• “Doyoung, let’s gooo.” “Y/N, give me a few minutes. I’m arranging my candles.” “OH I WANNA HELP!”

• You often saw his gummy smile

• you also understood why the guys called him Bunny Prince.

• “DOYOUNG YOU REALLY ARE A BUNNY! YOU LOOK SO CUTE WHEN YOU EAT.” “Yes, Y/N, I think we established that.” He said.

• You two became the best of buds.

• His mom LOVES YOU. SHE’S ALWAYS ASKING ABOUT YOU AND GIVING YOU FOOD.

• “Son, give this to Y/N. I’m worried she isn’t eating enough.” “Hey mom, how about me? Y'know, YOUR SON???”

• But your mom loves him too.

• “Aigoo, what a handsome boy Doyoung is! Y/N, you got lucky.” “MOM DHDHDHSHSH.”

• Johnny was right, Doyoung is very emotional.

• Sometimes, you’d sit together and he’d tell you what happened. His head on your shoulder as you played with his hair.

• “This old lady I operated on, her granddaughter came today.” You hum. “She came to tell me that her grandmother passed away.” You breathed in, you could feel the sadness radiating off of him. You felt a tear drop onto your hand. You wiped the tears that stained his cheek.

• “She… she- even after she recovered, she visited me and she would tell me how happy she was. She’d come with homemade rice cakes and she’d always tell me to find a girlfriend.” He chuckled. You continued to stroke his hair, trying to calm him down.

• “Thank you for always listening Y/N.” He sniffled. “Sometimes, I just want someone to listen me. I don’t want advice or help. I just want to let it out.” You smiled at him.

• You’d also go to him when you’re having a rough day. Doyoung would always ask “Do you want me to listen or do you want my advice?” and usually you’d ask for advice.

• Both of you usually seeked out for each other during rough times.

• Usually, Doyoung just wants to be heard.

• As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he did start to have feelings for you.

• Doyoung struggled with his feelings alot but he really couldn’t ignore the ones he had for you.

• He didn’t have to act differently with you. When he went on those dates he felt like he had to act a certain way but with you, he was himself. He also loved how true you were and how you believed that there is no such thing as being greater than others. You also stood up for others.

• On a fine spring day, you were walking around. Looking for Doyoung.

• “Hey, Taeyong have you seen Doyoung?” he thought about it before he let out an ‘Ahhh’.

• “He’s coming back soon, don’t worry. Today is pretty important for him.” He left you.

• You went on with your day, constantly checking for the time.

• Since today was an important day for him, you didn’t want to bother him. So you didn’t call or message him.

• The sky was turning a beautiful orange when you walked into doctors room to take a nap.

• You twisted the doorknob when you saw Doyoung sitting on the bed… in a suit?

• “Oh hey, I was wondering where you went.” You happily said.

• When you got closer only did you realise his bloodshot eyes and his red nose.

• “Doyoung? Is everything okay?” you stood in front of him. He pulled you down and hugged you, both of you now lying down in bed.

• He began to sob and his grip on you tighten. You rubbed circles on his back, letting him cry everything out.

• You both eventually took a nap together.

• When you woke up, you were confused about the tight grip on your waist.

• You turn around to face Doyoung. You pushed some of his hair away from his face.

• “Today… is the anniversary for a patient of mine, Soo Young.”

• Your mind went back to the time Johnny nearly told you before Jaehyun stopped him.

• You listened attentively.

• “Scratch that, she wasn’t just a patient. She was… my first love.”

• “She had a tumour in her brain. I remembered, I stayed with her on some days because she was alone. At first, I saw her as any other patient until…”

• Flashback

• “Hey, hey. It’s just a nightmare, you’re okay.” Doyoung said. Soo Young grabbed his hand. “Please… stay with me.”

• Many weeks pass and the doctors were still monitoring her. Both of them had created a beautiful bond. He’d visit her during his breaks and she’d ask him about his day.

• “Dr Kim, come have some strawberries!” she fed him some and he loved seeing her healthy again. “Soo Young… y'know you’ll be able to leave soon right?” he asked. She excitedly nod. “Yes! Oh, I’m so excited to see my room and my dog again.” She cheered. Her innocence was what captivated Doyoung. He wanted to protect her from the evil of this world.

• “Should I wear a wig or something?” “Why?” “I’m… I’m scared of the girls at my neighbourhood. They used to call me names.” Doyoung quickly stroked her cheek. “You’re so beautiful and kind, those bullies are missing out on an amazing person.” She smiled so wide and gave him a hug.

• “Doctor, can we still see each other even after I leave?” she asked shyly. He held her hand and she looked up at him. “Of course.” She squealed and gave him a hug.

• 6 months later, and they were happy together. Soo Young was still visiting the hospital for her check ups.

• “Doyoung~” “Yes my princess?” he asked, he watched the love of his life happily eat her sandwich.

• “I have to tell you something.” He hummed, waiting for her. “I’m very happy that… I didn’t die because of the tumour.” He was shocked. “Yah! Don’t stay stuff like that.” She giggled.

• “No, no listen to me. I’m happy that I didn’t lose my youth to cancer. I’m happy that I got to be with you. I hope we can be together forever.” She held onto his hand, her big eyes was filled with love.

• “I’m happy too, princess.” She smiled happily. “Well, I have to get back to work. I’ll see you tonight, okay?” he looked at his watch.

• “Oh, okay.” He got up and quickly walked away, worried he’ll be late. He was in the elevator when he heard her call.

• “Doyoung, I love you!” she did a heart above her head. He nodded quickly and the elevator shut.

• He had an amazing mood, he even visited the emergency ward to see Johnny that evening.

• “Ah, what brings you here Dr Kim?” he teasingly asked. “What, I can’t see my best friend?” they both laughed, before Johnny’s phone rang.

• He picked it up and before he knew it, his smile turned into a worried frown.

• “What?” Doyoung raised a brow.

• “It’s another drunk driver.” Johnny’s attention quickly went to the sound of the ambulance siren going off. Doyoung waited for the patient, wondering what happened.

• The ambulance arrived and the stretcher rolled down the hall. Johnny was giving orders.

• “She was hit by a drunk driver. Her name is Park Soo Young. Please call her guardians.” At the sound of this, Doyoung’s head snapped back so fast.

• “Soo… Soo Young?” he ran to the stretcher.

• Blood was covering her entire body. Her body limp and clearly struggling to hold on.

• “She’s lost a lot of blood. We need to hurry.” Johnny said to the residents.

• Doyoung followed them behind, Mark pulled him back.

• “Doyoung, you can’t-” Mark tried to hold him back. “LET ME GO, MARK. PLEASE LET ME GO.” he saw Johnny and the rest trying to bring her back. The defibrillator at work. Increasing as time goes by.

• “SOO YOUNG! SOO YOUNG!” Doyoung was crying her name.

• The sound of a long beep caused his heart to shatter.

• “No… no. She can’t be..”

• “Park Soo Young. Time of death, 9:30 pm.” Johnny sadly took off his mask.

• Doyoung couldn’t comprehend it, the noises around him were blurred and movements were slowed down.

• Before it hit him, his chest was clenching and tears began to fall.

• Johnny had gone out of the room and hugged Doyoung. Doyoung cried, violently shaking.

• “I… I didn’t even say it. I DIDN’T TELL HER I LOVED HER. I… I….” He cried into his best friend’s shoulder.

• Ever since then… Doyoung had felt numb. Like a part of him was missing.

• “That’s what happened.” He told. You didn’t know how to reply.

• “She… she was happy she wasn’t going to die young.” He sniffled.

• You and him stayed in that position until you both decided it was time to get up. You both sat down quietly. “I’m okay now though.” You smiled at him.

• “Doyoung, I don’t know what you’re going through right now but just know, I’ll be here for you. Always.”

• You also had feelings for him but you were scared. Scared of rejection. His squeal when he gets his favourite foods or his little pout when you bother him. The way his laugh warms your heart and how his smile could light up your world.

• “Doyoung, I…” he turned around. “I’m going to go check on Mrs Park.” You quickly got up.

• After the time he told you about Soo Young, you’ve been avoiding him like the plague.

• BECAUSE EVERY SINGLE TIME YOU SEE HIM YOU WANT TO CONFESS YOUR LOVE AND YOU AREN’T READY.

• HE’S SUPER SAD AND CONFUSED LIKE WHY IS SHE AVOIDING ME??? Y/N WHY YOU AVOIDING HIM???

• “now is not the time Y/N, just focus on your work and tell Doyoung later.”

• “Tell me what later?” he scared you. You jumped and screamed a little.

• “Uh, nothing.”

• “Well, tell me why you’re avoiding me then?” he booped your nose.

• “Oh… uh… well I just… HNGGGG.” You plop onto the floor and he panicked a little.

• “Uhm, Y/N I love you but can you not sit in the middle of the way?” you look at him with wide eyes.

• “YoU- HSVAHS HOW DID YOU SAY THAT SO EASILY???” he looked at you confused.

• “FOR THE PAST FEW WEEKS I’VE BEEN TRYING TO SAY THAT TO YOU BUT I CAN’T.”

• “What word?” “THAT THAT WORD.” “WHAT WORD??” “I LOVE YOU!”

• The entire floor stopped and went quiet. All eyes on you.

• “What?” “I… I love you Kim Doyoung. I know you can never love me like how you loved Soo Young but just know that… you have my heart.”

• You got up to leave and you were walking away, slightly teary eyed.

• “Yah!” he pulled your hand. You turned around so fast and before you knew it, his lips were on yours.

• His soft lips moved against yours as you kissed back. The sound of cheers and clapping around you.

• When he separated from you, he looked at you with a smile.

• “Yes, I couldn’t love you like how I loved Soo Young but I love you too. Alot. Alot more than you think.” You grinned at his cheesy comment and kissed him back.

• “Stop being so cute and kiss me already.” “My pleasure.” He said as he kissed you again, you both smiling into the kiss.

Hello~ did you guys like it? I don’t actually know how the medical world works, I only know the basics. I deeply apologize if there are mistakes. I also apologise if I’ve offended anyone in any way.  

Credits to owner of the photo.

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Chapter 2: Flemire

(Playlist | Prequel | Ch. 1 | Ch.3)

Once inside the walled city of Felmire, Zabiri happily slipped off the saddle and disappeared into the crowd.

And crowded it was.

On horseback they inched down the roads until Ira turned them onto a side street. They were so narrow, Myghal’s boots scrapped against the walls on occasion. He wondered how anyone managed to get anywhere.

The farther from the main road they moved, the clearer the streets became. Of people, at least. There was plenty of filth, homeless, and things Myghal wished he hadn’t seen but couldn’t tear his eyes away from. Berma trotted ahead as careless as a stuffed fox, Ira rigid in the saddle. They came to an intersection of five roads labeled “The Cross Roads” in faded, chipped paint that might have been red at some point. Ira waved him forward and Myghal rode up beside him.

“I’m going to take a look around,” his dark eyes shifted up and down the road. “Go down this alley. There’s a small stable there. Put your horse up and wait for me.”

“Nepenthe.”

“Whatever. Just wait there, don’t do anything stupid, and try to blend in.” Berma shifted and then turned down the road, away from the alley. Myghal took a moment to see what he could of The Cross Roads. The strangely shaped intersection held a number of shops on it’s corners. At least, he guessed they were shops. Most of the windows were boarded up and no one had signs outside. It was a world apart from Alkstead.

Crossing the road he made his way down the alley. Wider than the others, it helped keep from running against the walls in the low light. The tall buildings caused nightfall to rush up on them, and Myghal didn’t have the capability to maneuver in the dark like Ira. Squinting he finally found the stable, practically right up on it. Nepenthe wasn’t sure, hesitating to go into one of the stalls until he was goaded a second time.

Myghal stood in the saddle, grunting at the ache that had set up in his legs. Usually they rode at leisure, but since the early hours that morning Ira hadn't let them stop. Hesitating, and bracing himself, Myghal tossed a foot out of the stirrup and over the saddle. Once on the ground he patted his thighs, laughing away the soreness before gathering up the reins.

"Nice horse ya 'ave there."

He grimaced at the lack of kindness in their voice. It wasn’t a compliment or said by anyone with good intentions.

"Jus' rode in, did we?" Someone else laughed in the dark. There were two, maybe three.

"Sure did—" Myghal started to turn when something sharp pressed against his back.

"Uh-uh, wouldn't do that."

"Let's see those hands." But Myghal didn't move. How could he? It had been ten minutes since they got in, and all he had been asked to do was put the horse away.

"We've got a crossbow at your back," a third explained. " If you don't listen here, we'll blow straight through a lung."

Myghal sighed, grimacing at his sore shoulder as he lifted his hands to the back of his head. He'd never hear the end of this one.

"Tha's more like it. See, in’t it easier ta listen?"

"If you say so," Myghal mumbled.

“Now, let’s take a look at what you’ve got. Don’t think you’ll have much a’ use for this horse anymore.” Myghal turned his head a degree, waiting to see who would come out of the dark. Nepenthe had done more for him than he could ever explain to anyone, he wasn’t just going to let someone take off with him as if he were some trinket. Not that Myghal hadn’t done the same in the mountains, but this was different.

"What are you doing?" It wasn't the three, and certainly not Nepenthe. Someone cursed, steel drawn. "You're really just going to stand there?" Ira had a strange sound to his voice when he was angry. Not raw or loud, but sharpened, disappointed.

"He's got a crossbow." Myghal hadn't removed his hands, shrugging.

"And I guess that's just a stick on your hip –idiot. Put your hands down, you're embarrassing."

"Who's this guy?" The horse admirer barked, not so mysterious anymore.

"The new owner of that gold in your mouth if you don't smarten up."

"That's my partner,” Myghal wagged some fingers in introduction, “Doesn't sound too happy, so, I'd take it easy."

"Of course I'm not happy. It's starting to snow. Tell me again how my instructions weren’t clear?"

“Getting mugged wasn’t part of the plan.”

"Hold on now, I heard of this guy," the one with the crossbow was talking. "Fence mouthed about ‘im. One with the feathers –he escaped Dungaree."

“An’ how’s anyone escape Dungaree?”

“Ask him.”

“If you’d like I can just show you.” Berna’s tack made a light jingling sound as Ira moved.

The crossbow left Myghal’s back, and he spun. An elbow caught someone in the face, cracking against the side of the stall. Another yelped as Nepenthe startled, kicking and almost slamming Myghal against the wall. The third made little more than a whine as Ira’s shadow swooped off Berma, taking them to the ground. Myghal calmed Nepenthe, whispering as he held the cheek strap.

“Sorry,” Myghal offered as Ira stood. “I didn’t see them.”

“I noticed,” Ira sighed. “Doesn’t matter. It’s Felmire –it’s bound to happen sooner or later.” He made a shrugging motion with his hands, expanding his cloak like a bat. He brought Berma into the stall beside Nepenthe, tying up the reins. Myghal did the same, “Well, grab one of them. Let’s drag them out to the street before they wake up.”

“You didn’t kill him?”

“Surprised?”

“Yeah, actually.” Myghal chuckled, grabbing the archer by the scruff of his collar. He pulled the one Nepenthe had kicked as well, following Ira to the curb. “You don’t think they’ll come back for the horses?”

“Oh, no,” it was a chuckle, a dark and unsettling sound. “Our horses are the safest creatures in Felmire now.” And he dropped his catch, letting them drape lifelessly to the side. “Come on, we’re here for a reason.”

Ira led him around to a narrow door that made up one corner of The Cross Roads. It wasn’t clear if it was an entrance to a shop, a house, or something more sinister and fitting for Felmire. Ira didn’t knock, didn’t even try the knob. He swept his hands out from his cloak, pulling at one wrist of his gloves to free a thin, metal pick. Another came from the other wrist, he sank to a knee and popped the lock open. As he swung the door wide, he stopped, twisting around to Myghal pressing a finger to his lips.

Inside wasn’t a shop. At least, it didn’t look like it. Up a flight of stairs, it looked to be some sort of kitchen. There was a fire in the rock stove, crackling and flickering, with a pot boiling on its surface. It smelt sour. Not of rotting or stench, similar to alcohol or the decay of forest litter. Ira held a hand back to Myghal, knees bent as he crept inside the dim kitchen.

A shadow moved from another room and Myghal inched down the stairs to stay out of sight. He looked for Ira, wanting to warn him, and found him crouched behind a table, hidden in the sharp contrast of firelight and shadow. Myghal sank away as a woman entered. Her skin was dark, stature thin, with long rows of hair gathered at her crown and hung down her back. She carried a bowl, humming to herself as she dumped it into the pot on the stove.

Ira moved like a mountain lion, silent and crouched, prowling from the shadows. Slow and precise, he inched around the table, reaching for his dagger. Myghal moved up the stairs unable to watch a murder.

“Darts,” Ira whispered causing her to jolt. She peeped, a thousand, minor convulsions running through her as she spun around. A hand grasped at the neck of her simple dress, catching her weight on the counter as her wide eyes locked on him. Myghal thought she would scream.

“I-Ira!” She finally spat, golden eyes sharpening into an enraged glare. “You crow bastard!” She threw the empty bowl at him for good measure. He drifted from it’s way, rising to his feet.

“Are you alone?”

“Open the eyes the gods gave you –you wretched boy!” She was furious and in her fury spotted Myghal. She tore a knife from hanging on the wall without as much as a glance in its direction. “Who are you?!” She advanced a few steps, knife pointed for him.

“I just followed Ira!” Myghal lifted his hands, almost falling down the stairs.

“He’s with me,” Ira confirmed but didn’t move. “He’s not here for you, I am.” She fought for air, glare shifting between him and Myghal, as if deciding who should get her knife first.

“And what are you doing here?” She finally hissed at Ira, expression animated as she flipped the knife’s edge around as skilled as any butcher. “You’re not supposed to come back here.”

“That’s why I wanted to make sure you were alone.” Ira relaxed, removing his hood. Darts looked back at Myghal, chewing her words.

“And him? What’s he about?”

“This is Myghal, from outside the Empire.” Still she glared, drawing in a deep breath before lowering the knife to her side. “Myghal, this is Darts.”

“Nice to meet you,” Myghal offered, keeping his hands visible as he stood on the top step.

“What are you thinking hanging around him, huh?” She scolded, using the knife to usher towards Ira. “Why would you ever think it was a good idea to come sneaking in here?”

“I asked him to.” Ira explained. She shook her head, curling her lips against something else she wanted to say, sneered, and then turned back to the stove. “Will you lock the door?” Ira asked and Myghal gladly slipped away. He made sure the door was closed, having to lift on it to get the bolt to pull into place.

“I can’t believe you,” Darts hissed. “Years, gone, and this is how you’re going to show up? You couldn’t use a messenger or the door? Besides that, I could get in a lot of trouble in just knowing you’re here.”

“I appreciate you not calling the guild. Is that what you want to hear?”

“I want to hear whatever it is you’re here for.”

When Myghal returned, Ira had removed one of his gloves. He was standing in the firelight now, closer to Darts, extending his bare hand like someone would present to a palm reader. Myghal moved closer, wanting to be near the fire rather than the draft that was creeping in from outside. Ira’s gloves were hardly that to begin with. They covered more of his palm than his fingers, but without them his hands seemed almost fragile, slender. They were more of what Myghal imagined an artist’s fingers looked like –careful things that were made for creating rather than destroying.

“I’m cursed.”

“That isn’t new,” Darts snorted, the knife on the counter now as she eyed the hand. “Where did you get a curse?”

“I stole magic. I need to know what I’m dealing with here.” Dart’s face lit up, smiling as she glanced to Ira’s face.

“Magic, huh?”

“I came to the best sorceress I knew.” It was the first time Myghal had seen familiarity on Ira’s face. It softened him, head tilted in some youthful energy, almost cocky.

“Well, let’s see it then.” Darts leaned on the counter. They all watched wide eyed and wary. Uncurling his fingers, Ira brought a blue glow into the lines of his palm. Crackling arcs of light leapt across his hand, traveling between fingers as tendrils of black emerged. It rolled like fog, flickers of blue embers drifting up on some unseen breeze like ash from ruins.

Darts smile was gone. She frowned, brow sinking as she inched back. Myghal was almost sure she paled. “That’s The Foul,” her voice was air, taking a full step away. “That’s dark magic –manipulative magic. Where did you get this?”

“Around,” Ira shrugged, making a fist to snuff out the light and disperse the fog. “What can you tell me about it?”

“It’s bad.” She wouldn’t get close to him, “why would you steal this?” Myghal eased closer, intent on watching Ira’s face for an answer.

“I need it to kill the Emperor.”

“What?” Myghal couldn’t stop himself. Ira looked at him, lifting his chin. “That wasn’t part of the plan.”

“The curse wasn’t either. And if I recall, you’re not a fan of the Empire.”

“Keep your voices down.” Darts pressed a finger to her lips. She hurried to open drawers, grabbing a number of small things. Most looked to be leaves and dried berries. She held them between her hands, rubbing her palms in circular motions as she approached the fire. With whispered words she sprinkled the dust into the flames causing them to turn purple and lilac. “There. Now no one’s listening.”

“The Emperor needs to die,” Ira informed. “I’ve been planning this long before you or any curse. Don’t you think your family would appreciate it if you stopped their homes from being stolen?” Myghal didn’t have an answer, not one he could say. Of course they would. The Empire needed to be stopped, years ago, but murder was murder.

“You’re right in choosing The Foul, then.” Darts wouldn’t get close to Ira, almost as if she were nervous. “If there’s something to stand up to the Emperor’s magic, that’s it.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“The curse, it has to do with him?” She nodded to Myghal.

“Won’t let me get more than a hundred feet from him without driving me mad. Although, I’m finding being stuck with him is almost as bad.”

“I know magic, but I don’t know curses. Maybe you should go back to the source.” Ira scoffed at that, “If you can’t find an answer, it doesn’t sound like he’s going to help you with your plan.”

“I didn’t say that,” Myghal mumbled, trying to retake the words as soon as they started.

“What was that?” Ira pressed. Myghal cleared his throat, fingers smearing together.

“I never said I wouldn’t help you.” He glanced to Darts, trying to avoid Ira’s grin, “the Empire needs to be stopped, and if that means putting someone else on the throne, then that’s what needs to be done. I’ve never heard of anything being able to stand up to him, but if that can, if your magic can, maybe that’s why the curse brought us together. Maybe we can stop him.” Darts stuck out her lip, head tilted with a shrug.

“Maybe he’s right.”

“But if you need to know more about it, we need to go back to that old woman.” Myghal insisted, “I’ve got questions of my own.”

“You’re going to need help,” Darts sighed, and slipped into the other room.

“You’re not coming with us,” Ira called. “I don’t want the guild shadowing me all over again.”

“I’m not going with you!” She shot back, coming back with a small trunk. “But I want to be around if you need me.” She sat the trunk on the table, opening it to dig out a number of necklaces. Each had a diamond shaped pendant hanging off of it, set with a small stone in the center. “Take these, that way, if you run into trouble you can let me know.”

“Thank you,” Myghal took one with a yellow stone. He turned it over in his hand, and again, “Uh, how does it work?”

“It will know when you need me.” She smiled. Ira slipped his over his head, tucking it beneath his collar.

“Tell the Cinders I said hello,” Ira pulled his hood back on.

“You don’t want to stay the night?”

“Not here. Not with them around.” He started for the door.

“Thank you, Darts.” Myghal offered out a hand, “I’m sorry we had to meet like this.”

“It’s not a surprise with Ira around,” she shook his hand, smiling. “You’ll take care of you both, won’t you?”

“Come on, Myghal.”

“I sort of owe him.”

“And he says he’s the one who’s cursed.” She laughed, patting him on the arm. Ira protested again, louder, and Myghal left with a sigh.

“Why can’t we stay here for the night?” Myghal asked as they got back on their horses. “She’s nice.”

“You’re not her type.” Ira backed Berma out from the stall, “don’t fall behind.”

“I didn’t mean that,” Myghal found himself whispering, not sure what about Felmire at night made him feel like he should. Maybe it was how the crowd had died down, nearly no one else on the streets. Every window was shut tight, not even letting out candlelight. There weren’t many more streetlights. Stranger still, Ira didn’t seem to be in a hurry.

They took the main roads, side by side, Ira far more lax in the saddle than he had been riding in. Strange for a place like this, at night, especially after what he had seen upon entering the city.

“Myghal, don’t look at me.” Ira whispered too, any quieter and there would have been no indication he had been speaking. He didn’t turn his head, not even a tilt of the hood. “Don’t say anything, and don’t look anywhere but straight ahead.”

“Are you going to tell me why?” It was difficult not to look around, not to see whatever it was he wasn’t supposed to, but he kept his attention locked on the distance streetlight. They would have to pass under a bridge, the arch a dark frame from the warmth of flickering gold.

“Let me handle it, but, yes.” That was a surprise. “We’re surrounded, have been since we got to the horses. They’ve been waiting on us and they’re following us now.”

“Who?”

“The Cinders –it’s a long story.”

“How many are there?”

“Thirty… forty?” He didn’t sound as if he cared about an estimation. “They aren’t going to let us leave without letting us know they’re here. Someone is going to show their face, and when they do, I don’t want you to say anything. Let me handle it.”

“Yeah, alright. And if they show up with daggers and crossbows, I’m going to—” a shadow dropped into the road, Myghal pulling back on the reins in shock causing Nepenthe to shake his head and draw back.

“Make a sound an’ we’ll have your tongue,” a gruff, grating voice threatened, rising from their crouch before the horses. Myghal could only make out their silhouette against the distant hope of streetlight. Broad and stocky, they hunched with a hooded head.

“Behrivet,” Ira evened, almost a disappointed sigh.

“Rook. Didn’t think you were supposed to be back in these parts.”

“I’m not here on business.”

“Oh? Came for the sights instead?” They chuckled, just as cold and acidic as Ira could be. “And what’s this now? Fine horse.”

“All in a job well done,” Ira leaned forward, giving Berma a pat on the neck, “came across her out west in the Filidades.”

“Ah, so they sent you out to the Weathers, did they? Have a nice vacation?” Ira hummed neither pleasant nor angry. “The Rook slips the noose and the bars, and shows up back here –wonder why that is.”

“Resources,” light flickered in the darkness, blue and crackling. The shadow retreated and there was the faint creak of several bows being drawn. Myghal counted seven.

“You’re pickin’ magic now?” Behrivet’s tune changed, uneasy and pliable.

“I told you last time, I don’t have qualms with the Cinders. We broke even. But I don’t mind reconsidering,” brighter light, enough to give view to Behrivet’s round and grimy face. His eyes were wide, nearly touching his low, thick eyebrows, cheeks round, just beginning to sag with age. “You know this isn’t for you, Behrivet.”

“You’re mad, Rook.”

“And you’re in my way.” Nothing was said for a long moment, long enough that Myghal began wondering when the archers’ arms would give out. “Go ahead and tell the guild if they stay out of my way, I’ll stay out of theirs.” Ira clucking his tongue moving Berma forwards. Myghal moved with him, passing around Behrivet. There were no hissing arrows, no shouts or lunging shadows.

They passed under the bridge. Ira said nothing.

They passed streetlight after streetlight. Ira said nothing.

They exited Felmire’s gate. Ira sent Berma into a gallop.

#AU Time! #3k Words #My Writing

[sweetlysilent]

Things Change

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Description: Everyone thought you and Harrison were perfect, marriage goals even, but in reality you were just a ghost to his future. 

Warnings: Swearing, heartbreak

Word Count: 2.8k

Song Rec: Ghost Of You - 5 Seconds of Summer

A/N: I originally had a really great idea of how I wanted this to turn out, but when I started writing it I changed it a ton, so this is the end result. I still like it though, but I feel like I could've done better. It's also super late and I'm tired soo I hope you enjoy! xx

Things change. People change.

He just wished he had seen it sooner, maybe then, he wouldn't be in the situation he was currently in right now.

It had been like any other day, you were at Harrison's apartment, basically your second home, you had moved in about a year ago, making things between the two of you even more official.

You had woken up before him like usual, so you decided to cook up one of your famous breakfast in bed for the two of you, the aroma of bacon and eggs filling up the kitchen, as your stomached growled.

Cooking had always been your thing, you thought of it as an expressive outlet, a way to show just how much love can really go into food and how you can tell a difference if it's made with love or not.

That should of been the first red flag.

You quietly made your way down the hallway to the bedroom, a faint smile on your lips as you pushed open the door with your foot gently, seeing Harrison still asleep.

You carefully walked over to the bed, setting the tray down on the nightstand next to the bed, before leaning over and pressing a kiss to Harrison's cheek.

"Haz." You murmured, running your fingers through his hair as he stirred a bit, a tired moan leaving his lips causing you to smile.

"I made breakfast, your favorite, but I mean, if you don't want it I'll gladly take it off your hands and put it with mine, more for me." You teased him, you voice light as you spoke, seeing his eyes peak open slightly, a small smile on his lips.

"Don't you dare." He mumbled, his voice a bit husky as he rubbed his eyes, slowly sitting up to lean back against the headboard.

You let out a small laugh, before grabbing the tray and placing it in his lap, before doing the same for yourself.

"I don't know what I did to deserve this, but I love it, and I love you darling, so thank you." Harrison smiled in adoration, he was so in love with you, anyone that took one glance at him would see that.

You leaned over and pecked his lips, before you both dove into the breakfast you had made.

It was quiet while you both ate, too busy shoveling in the food to your eager stomachs, but while Harrison ate, he couldn't help but feel something was off.

Normally when you cooked he would see your eyes bright and full of life and happiness, thus resulting in the food to taste like a five course meal, because it had that much love in it.

However, this time it was different, your eyes didn't hold that same spark like he was used to, instead they held a dull, gloomy expression, which showed in your cooking, it lacked the love and passion.

But, he brushed it off, thinking maybe you were just having a bad day, so he didn't speak of it, letting the day continue on.

You both spent the rest of the morning laying in bed, just talking and occasionally having a few kissing sessions here and there.

Everything was good, at least to him it was.

Around noon you had gone out, telling Harrison that you needed to go to the store to pick up a few things, that you'd be back in about an hour or so.

Of course, he didn't think anything of it, you went to the store all the time, so why would this be any different?

You both were in a committed relationship, you both loved each other to infinity and back, so why did he suddenly feel so anxious this time?

He tried to shake the feeling off by going to the gym, texting Tom along the way to see if he wanted to join him, which of course Tom agreed to, not ever passing down the opportunity to work out.

Tom was walking down the street to the gym, his phone in his one hand and his athletic bag in the other as he made his way down the sidewalk.

He looked up for a brief second to hit the button on the light pole so he could cross the street, waiting a few seconds before the green man showed up, signaling he could walk.

He clicked his phone off, not wanting to be distracted in case someone decided to run the red light, which people had done before in the past.

Once he had safely crossed the street he decided to leave his phone in his pocket, wanting to enjoy the scenery around him instead.

He continued down the street while observing his surroundings, a feeling of content washing over him, until his eyes landed on you.

Tom's brows furrowed immediately, Harrison had said you had gone to the store to pick up some things, but this clearly wasn't the store, you were walking out of a coffee shop.

Tom was now standing stiffly on the other side of the street, his eyes fixated on you as you took a sip from your cup, a smile on your face as a guy came up from behind you, making you gasp and turn around in his arms.

Tom was baffled, he couldn't believe what he was seeing with his two eyes right before him.

There, across the street from him was you, with a different guy, a guy that wasn't Harrison.

Tom watched as you let out a loud laugh, your body radiating with happiness as the guy looked down at you in pure fascination and adoration.

Tom's jaw clenched as he saw you with this mysterious guy, maybe you had an explanation for this, maybe he was an old friend that you were meeting up with that you hadn't seen in a while, by this point Tom was trying to come up with any solution.

That was until he saw the one thing he wished he hadn't, his fists clenching in anger as he witnessed you and the mystery guy kissing.

All his excuses flew out the window instantly as he watched you, his mind clouding with anger before he even had time to realize what he was doing, and before he knew it he was standing right in front of you, fuming.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Tom shouted, his eyes flickering between yours and the guys.

"T-Tom! H-Hey! What's up? What're you doing here?" You questioned, your voice laced with nerves as you glanced up at him.

"That's funny, I should ask you the same thing, y'know since you're supposed to be at the store and all." Tom snapped at you, a disgusted expression on his face.

You didn't have the courage to meet his eyes, too ashamed of yourself, your bottom lip quivering.

"Who the hell are you even anyways?" Tom directed his question to the guy standing next to you, clearly confused on what was going on.

"I'm Chase, Y/N's boyfriend." He introduced himself, sticking his hand out for Tom to shake, but he didn't budge, too infuriated that you even had the nerve to cheat on Harrison.

You hesitantly glanced up at Tom, already seeing he was looking at you, making you want to crawl even more into a hole and disappear forever.

You let out a shaky breath, attempting to regain your composure as you rolled your shoulders back.

"Hey babe, why don't I call you later yeah?" You mumbled to Chase, a weak smile on your lips as he gave a slight nod in response, still not one hundred percent understanding what was going on.

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your cheek before taking off in the other direction, leaving you alone with Tom.

"You can't tell him." You pleaded as you faced him, earning a scoff from Tom in response.

"How could you do this to him? You've been together for three years Y/N! Three fucking years! To think he was about to ask you to marry him, I'm sure as hell glad I found this out now, because there's no way in hell that'd I'd let him marry you now." Tom spat at you, his face red, his words dripping with venom as he stared you down.

Your heart sunk at his words, tears welling up in your eyes at the mention of marriage.

You and Harrison had always talked about the big day, how it'd be set up, who you'd both invite, where you'd want it to take place, everything.

"H-He was going to ask me to marry him?" You whispered, a tear escaping your eye as it slid down your cheek.

"He was. But not anymore. I won't let him. He doesn't deserve this." Tom shook his head, his arms uncrossing as he bent down to pick up his athletic bag.

You felt your body go into panic mode as Tom started to walk away from you, causing you to quickly chase after him, now once again standing in his path.

"He can't find out, not like this, please Tom. Let me be the one to tell him, he at least deserves that." You begged, your eyes pleading for Tom to at least give you this.

"Fine. I'm going to meet up with him right now at the gym, so once we're done and he comes home, you better tell him, or else I will." Tom stated, before walking off, leaving you alone, something you didn't know you could hate so much, but was your own doing.

[…]

You waited anxiously for Harrison to come back home that day, you paced the apartment so much you could of sworn your feet dug a path in the wood flooring.

After what felt like eternity, you heard the all too familiar jingling of keys, before the door opened, revealing a sweaty Harrison.

"Hey darling, how was the store?" Harrison questioned, setting down his gym bag before making his way over to you, a smile on his lips as he gave you a soft kiss, something that warmed his heart every time.

"Uhm, Haz, there's something I actually need to talk to you about." You whispered, watching his brows furrow in confusion, causing your heart to ache.

"I didn't actually go to the store," You confessed as you held his hand in yours, your thumb rubbing over his gently as you let out a shaky breath, "I-I was with another guy, his name is Chase." You choked out, a tear slipping down your cheek as Harrison stared at you in shock.

Had he heard you correctly?

"What are you talking about Y/N? Is this some sort of sick joke?" Harrison all but yelled, his heart shattering at your deflating expression.

"I'm so sorry Harrison." You cried, watching as Harrison's face changed with many emotions.

He ripped his hand out of yours, feeling betrayed and disgusted as he turned around, his heart beating rapidly.

"You know what the sad part about this whole thing is?" He let out a broken laugh, turning back around to your broken figure.

"I knew something was different about you, you had started acting distant, you changed the passcode on your phone, you'd get random texts during the day which would make you smile, you'd leave at different times of the day to go out and wouldn't come back for a few hours." Harrison counted off thing after thing, everything now making sense to him.

"Even with today, you were off, you made breakfast, but even that wasn't the same, and you want to know why? Because there was no love in it." Harrison choked out, his eyes becoming watery as he looked at you.

"I-I didn't want you to find out like this. Tom made me-"

"Wait What? Tom made you? So you were never going to tell me in the first place until he what? He caught you?" Harrison yelled, rage quickly overtaking his body as you shook your head frantically.

"I was going to tell you! I swear! I just couldn't ever find the right time and-"

"And what? You thought you could just drop that on me and that I'd be okay with it?" Harrison laughed bitterly, running his fingers through his hair in frustration.

"No! God Harrison would you let me fucking speak for once?" You shouted at him, getting frustrated that he wouldn't even let you explain.

"Fine. Explain to me why I wasn't good enough. Tell me why you felt the need to have to cheat on me Y/N." Harrison stated sarcastically, earning an eyeroll from you as you let out a huff.

And the truth was, you didn't know why you cheated on him, Harrison was the perfect guy to you, he was everything you could have ever wanted in a partner, as a husband.

"I-I don't know why I did it.." Your voice trailed off, as Harrison snickered in response.

"Do you seriously think I'm going to believe that bullshit? We've been together for three years Y/N, I know you better than anyone." Harrison counteracted, his arms crossed as he glared at you.

Your hands were now shaking, tears were falling down your cheeks relentlessly, your heart aching at the words leaving his lips.

"To think I was actually about to propose to you." Harrison shook his head, rubbing his face with his hands as he let out a broken laugh.

"I guess the only good thing is I found this out now before I made the biggest mistake of my life." Harrison admitted, watching as your face fell at his words, causing his heart to break even more, he still loved you, even after what you did.

"Harrison, I love you." You tried to express how you felt, but Harrison wasn't having it, he was done with your lies.

"Maybe you do, maybe you don't, I don't really know anymore Y/N. I thought I knew you, but in reality you're just a stranger to me now, I don't even know who you are anymore." Harrison admitted, a tear falling down his cheek as he wiped it away in frustration.

You were about to say something else, but Harrison lifted his hand up, his eyes closed as he took a deep breath.

"I want you to leave. Pack you stuff and get out." He whispered, not daring to open his eyes, not being able to witness the expression on your face or else he'd cave.

Your mouth fell open, eyes going wide as he stood there, not taking back what he said.

You so desperately wanted to walk over to him, to wrap your arms around his figure, but you knew you couldn't, you knew what you had done had destroyed the one good thing in your life.

So, after a few minutes of just standing there, you made your way around the apartment, packing up your personal belongings, before there was nothing of yours left, except maybe a few things here or there that you wanted him to keep.

After carrying the last box out into the hallway, you stood in the kitchen, your fingers fiddling with they key as you let out a deep breath.

You lifted your head up to meet Harrison's eyes, a shattered expression on his face as he held his hand out for the key, his eyes closing once he felt the cold metal in his hand.

He stayed like that until he heard the door shut, before reopening his eyes, you nowhere to been seen.

He wasn't sure if he felt relived by the fact that you actually did what he said, or if he felt alone, not having you by his side anymore.

He sunk down to the floor, his head leaning back against the wood cabinets, before he finally broke down.

His sobs coming out erratically, his eyes becoming blood shot from crying so much, his body shaking from anger and sadness.

It took one day for his life to fall apart, for his world to come crashing down right on top of him, taking all the air out of his lungs in the process. Forgetting how to breathe, too stunned, too subdued by all the pain.

He wasn't sure how long he sat in that spot, to him it felt like days, but it only had been a few hours.

Eventually he picked himself up off the floor, slowly walking around the apartment, noticing all the bare places where your belongings once were.

His eyes traveled to the coffee table where your favorite coffee cup sat, lipstick still on the rim of it from this morning.

He let out a deep sigh, before walking into the main bedroom, seeing how empty it was now without you, his eyes scanning the room until it landed on the closet, his eyes squinting as he made his way over, picking up one of your shirts that you loved to wear, that was also one of Harrison's favorites.

He sniffled quietly, clutching the article of clothing to his chest as he sat down on the edge of his bed.

As much as he wanted to drown all of this out, he couldn't, his heart and mind wouldn't let him because it was almost impossible to.

His mind kept wandering back to the good moments that you two shared in the apartment, how you both would stay up late at night just dancing to music, being goofy and having fun, or how you'd try and teach him how to cook, or how you both would spend some nights just cuddling on the couch, watching a game show.

His heart ached at the memories, something he would never be able to forget, even if you were no longer there physically.

The place still felt like you, had memories of you, still had certain items that you left behind that reminded him of you.

And as much as he wanted to be able to try and get over you, to move on and heal from the heartbreak, he wasn't sure he'd ever be able to.

Because there was always going to be that ghost of you in the back of his mind.

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