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agendabymooner · 8 months

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𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 !!! 𝐥𝐧𝟒 — 𝐨𝐧𝐞

☼ WHO TF IS LANDO NORRIS?

chapter summary: honey-sue is… honey-sue. she knows who she idolizes (and have a crush on; mason mount), she knows that she’s looking forward to getting the hell out of the university after two years of her masters degree program, and she knows that she doesn’t care about the formula one teams that aren't mercedes amg - she also knows she cares about mick schumacher.

so when her fans (who were coincidentally fans of the sports as well) began to ask her things about her lack of interest, more people (mostly just a group of british youtubers and a certain f1 driver) immediately shifted their attention towards the socially awkward woman as she and her brother got invited to a party in monaco hosted by an f1 driver. newsflash: it wasn’t hosted by either lewis hamilton or george russell.

content warning: use of explicit language, chatfic + tweets, mentions of social anxiety

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HONEY-SIUUUUU

jideeee 😚😚

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

who dis?

HONEY-SIUUUUU

stfu you know this is your best girl stop capping

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

no? idk who you are

HONEY-SIUUUUU

so if i were to say that i told simon about you using his towel to clean up the mess you made in his room then you wouldn’t be phased about it?

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

naw fam i’m all jokes 😭 don’t tell simon

what’s up, honey??? can’t pay your rent this month?

HONEY-SIUUUUU

oh har har 😒 we all know who’s most likely got more money in her savings

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

and we also know who’s most likely to get someone anything she wants because that someone refuses to use her money on any stupid shit for once

HONEY-SIUUUUU

fuck off i’m being practical. at least i haven’t lost my money to crypto

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

ouch ok. i’m hurt 😒

HONEY-SIUUUUU

anyways. I GOT MY FINAL GRADES BACK 😭😭 I WANNA TELL U FIRST BC I FEEL LIKE YOUD BE MORE EXCITED FOR ME

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

ong??? holy shit, that’s fast. did you make it to the president’s list???

HONEY-SIUUUUU

ok but what do i get when i tell you the result? /jk

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

a pat on the back and congratulations? 🤣

HONEY-SIUUUUU

i’m expecting for something more than that but as long as you’re fulfilling your promises i’m solid

BUT ANYWAYS I GOT THE ONLY 4.0 AND PRESIDENT’S LIST 😭😭😭

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

HOLY SHIIIIT LEZGOOOOO

smart ting you are what the fuckkkkk

happy for you honey!!!!! 😮‍💨

lowk wish i’m there rn to celebrate that with you and the mandem 🙃 stupid boxing trainings

HONEY-SIUUUUU

ugh don’t even worry about it jj 😁😁 i was just v excited to share this to u

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

i’ll make it up to you i promise!!! i’m hella proud of u and ur ability to not even have a breakdown during those days ✊

i gtg tho 🙏 congrats again bro! lmk when ur graduation’s gonna be and what u want for this. i’ll ttyl

HONEY-SIUUUUU

forget about it jj— i was just joking when i said get me sumn

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

it’s a good thing i don’t listen to you whenever you tell me not to get you something huh?

HONEY-SIUUUUU

that’s just your guilt from calling me a sket on harry’s diss track.

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

haha just tell me what u want and i’ll get it sorted out as soon as possible

HAROLDINHO

oi honey

PLONKER

oi harold

HAROLDINHO

i’m at the mailbox rn

u got a package

PLONKER

gee do you ever wonder what the mailboxes are for? 🤔🤔

HAROLDINHO

i was going to bring it upstairs but i guess never mind 😒

a simple “oh really? thanks harry!” would suffice

PLONKER

just get up here and bring it 🤡 you could’ve just brought it up instead of texting me

what’s so special about it that you had to text me before you get up here n e ways??

HAROLDINHO

i dunno. something about it screams fancy.

did you get any bag by chance because this seems a bit too expensive

PLONKER

i don’t buy expensive stuff online???

can you come up so i can open it?

HONEY-SIUUUUU

JJ ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!

LIKE YOURE NOT PULLING MY LEG? AND HARRY’S?!!!

IS THIS REALLY MONACO GP?!

JJ YOU BETTER RESPOND NOW OR IM GONNA BREAK IN YOUR HOUSE AND I KNOW WHERE YOU PUT THE KEYS TO YOUR LAMBO

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

sorry i was on the gym

don’t break into my house

and yes??? you said to get you something right?

HONEY-SIUUUUU

yeah but i was joking 😭😭

this is so cool

but this is expensive. do you take paypal?

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

no tf 🤣

as i said. i’d get you anything you want. but you didn’t tell me what you wanted so i just asked the boys

HONEY-SIUUUUU

you never should’ve listened to harry lmfao

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

lol it was vik and simon who recommended we get you and harry those tickets lololol

i was like “hmm idk what to get her” so they were like get you a trip to monaco or something. they specifically said get you a paddock pass for mercedes

so like go see your michael schumacher or that ken doll you showed me

HONEY-SIUUUUU

jj babes 🤣🙃 mick is in haas

and the fact that we’re taking your jet too 😭😭 you didn’t have to go all out on me

but seriously thank you thank you thank you

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

letting you know as well that will, filly and chunkz are coming along. they got passes from mclaren and all that. it'll be a full plane lol. so it won’t be as overwhelming for you and harry to go alone

HONEY-SIUUUUU

no way?!!!! MY FRIEND FILLYS COMING ?! 😭😭

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

yeah lol

so you have fun in monaco. everything’s been paid for by your personal bank account

HONEY-SIUUUUU

ugh my personal bank account is so fucking amazing

i could give ‘im a lil kiss on the mouth rn 😮‍💨😮‍💨

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

naw don’t do that i don’t think your brother would like that

lmk if there’s anything else you’d like i’ll see what i can do 👍😉

HONEY-SIUUUUU

a little kiss of appreciation on the mouth for you?

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

no 🤣🤣🤣

RIABISH

hey! i hope this isn’t so weird but you’re honey-sue right? wroetoshaw’s sister?

HONEYSUE

uh hi.

yes it’s me. it does say it on my username and bio. sorry if this is very rude.

RIABISH

no no! all good haha!

i just wanted to confirm! we got the information from will about you. i’ve known the sidemen and your brother but when he mentioned you were coming along to the race in monaco i had to look you up :)

i’m ria btw! i happened to be acquainted with him and filly bc we collab’d with them before. quadrant?

HONEYSUE

i’ve heard of you guys before because will spike a lot about you lots.

RIABISH

all good things i hope 😉

HONEYSUE

haha. yeah.

nice to meet you

RIABISH

likewise :))

we’ve been told of you because apparently you got lucky with ksi getting you free tickets and trip to monaco for the race

HONEYSUE

yeah idk.

i don’t watch formula one as much as i used to years ago. i don’t know much about who’s racing now and whatnot except from whatever’s happening with merc

RIABISH

oh… not at all?

not even mclaren?

HONEYSUE

no. this will be the first time i’ll be watching in a while.

RIABISH

you seem very nice!

listen, will and filly said you’re all flying in at the sunday before the race week begins. lando’s got will, filly and chunkz paddock passes and they’re all hanging around with us quadrant lots for the week.

would you and w2s be interested in coming with us? take you around monaco and get to know each other better since we all live in london and all :))) lando’s been wanting to meet harry for a while so him being in the monaco gp would def work out for all parties. lando will also be hosting a party in his flat in monaco. what do you think??

HONEYSUE

to be honest you’ve lost me at the first message. if you don’t mind— can i ask who lando is? i’m not like any sidemen people— i don’t watch f1 as much as i used to.

i’ve heard of his name before. but that’s because there are people on my twitter saying he’s made references about my videos and songs and whatnot.

i really don’t know who he is

RIABISH

ah right.

that’s alright ;)

lando drives for mclaren and he has the driver number 4. he’s actually one of the members of quadrant. he races and all that! that’s how will and the lots got their passes lol

HONEYSUE

oh okay.

about the invitation.

i think it’s ideal you ask my brother or shoot him a message in insta about it.

he’ll gladly answer

thank you for the offer. i’m sure he’d say yes. i have to go sadly. i’ll talk to you later!

RIABISH

okie. ttyl 👋

MINI HARRY

you absolute knobhead

you call me socially inept all the time yet you’re out here trying to get me to talk to people?!

WILLIAM²

wdym?

oh my god. i am so so sorry

i didn’t think ria would actually be sending and shooting a message to your way

MINI HARRY

you know what

i don’t even care

whatever it’s not like i’d be talking to them anyway.

WILLIAM²

if you’re talking about not being around them during the week nice try.

because harry just said he’d come along with us in monaco before the race. so the chances of you being friends with the quadrant lads are high.

i’m not sure if it’s just me but lando’s more than excited to meet you. harry just ok’d that you two would hang out with us.

MINI HARRY

oh my god. does anybody in my circle ever use their brain?!

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harrywavycurly · 2 months

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Is Dorothy gonna be a trouble maker? I feel like she’s going to want to fight everyone like her mom but be a big softy like Eddie 🥹🥹

Hiii babes!! So I feel like she’s a mixture of both of them as in she’s gonna say what’s on her mind but also really fun to be around😂 I’ll give you some examples!💖

-find all things It Was Just One Night here✨

*in these Dorothy is around 7/8 and the nicknames Reader gives Dotty are ones my mom used for me lol*

“So wanna know what our darling little girl did at school today sweetheart?” “Uh let me guess she…learned something?” “Well…she learned what the inside of the principal’s office looks like.” “Ohh dot…Is it tacky? She strikes me as being very beige.” “Yes mom you’d hate-” “uh excuse me…why don’t you tell your mother why you had to go to the office?” “What’d you do sugar butt? Who’d you make cry today?” “Uhm…well it was…uh…my…teacher.” “Your teacher? You made your teacher cry?” “Not cry but she was…upset but all I asked her to do was look at me when she was talking to me because that’s what you always tell daddy when he’s not listening to you and…she wasn’t listening to what I was saying so I asked her politely…I used my manners and everything…I just asked if she could just please look at me while I’m speaking….” “Well…what did the principal say to you?” “She said that I need to talk to my teachers with respect and be patient with them since there’s twenty of us and only one of her…” “and did you apologize to your teacher?” “No….I didn’t think she deserved an apology since I didn’t do anything wrong and you’ve always said don’t say things you don’t mean…” “right…yeah okay uh…why don’t you go work on your homework while your dad and I talk about this okay?” Okay…” “how the fuck done handle this Eddie? We can’t punish her for asking for her teacher to pay attention to her and she’s right…we do always tell her not to say things she doesn’t mean.” “I say we let this issue slide but if she’s a regular in the principal’s office then we’ve got to be a little more…stern…or…something.” “Right because that’s us…super stern and strict.”

“Uncle Steve is getting married? To someone we don’t know?” “No sugar he’s just going to a wedding.” “With someone we don’t know? What if she’s mean? Or doesn’t have good hair?” “I’m sure she’s nice…now the hair thing I’m not sure anyone is going to live up to your uncle Steve’s fabulous hair.” “Mom be serious…he can’t go with a stranger…we should go with him.” “Sugar he didn’t ask us to go…what if he brings her by so we can meet her would that make you feel better?” “Yes…I’ll go call him.” “Okay…go call him and ask if he’d like to bring her to dinner this week but don’t you dare call her the stranger you hear me? That’s not nice.” “Then what do I call her?” “His girlfriend…just say hey uncle Steve do you and your girlfriend want to come have dinner with us this week? And go from there…” “okay but he’s not coming over on chicken nugget night…”

“Dad can I ask you a question?” “Sure princess what’s up?” “Did you really have your head in your ass?” “Excuse me? Where did you hear that?” “Granddaddy…he said that when you met mom that it took you a while to get your head outta your ass and ask her out…” “I’m gonna kill-” “oh you’re not gonna kill anyone…now sugar no your dad didn’t actually have his head in his ass that’s just a figure of speech…like when someone says it’s hotter than hell outside or when your grandaddy says he’s as full as a tick…does that make sense?” “I thought so…because that’s not physically possible.” “Also you know those are no no words….” “Sorry dad but mom said I’m allowed to say bad words if it’s part of a story or repeating what someone said…” “did she now?” “What? It’s logical…I didn’t know Wayne was gonna go and tell her something like that.” “That’s fine Princess but just don’t say that phrase outside of the house okay?” “Okay dad.”

#one night stand convos #eddie munson x pregnant!reader #dad!eddie x mom!reader #eddie munson series #eddie munson au #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie and wayne munson #Eddie Munson #my little dungeon master baby

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agaypanic · 3 months

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Maybe a little blurb or headcanon on mutual first Valentine’s Day with Rodrick? I’ve never celebrated with anyone and Rodrick gets no bitches so he’d be lost about it all but he tries 🥲

First Valentine's Day (Rodrick Heffley X Reader)

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Summary: It’s your and Rodrick’s first time celebrating Valentine’s Day as not single, and you both don’t really know what to do.

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It really felt like just another day. You were with Rodrick, lying on his bed with him while listening to one of his CDs. He patted the beat of the song on your thigh that was lying across his hips, muttering the lyrics while you looked through one of the magazines he had.

You and Rodrick had been dating for a few months now. This was your first real relationship, and Rodrick’s as well. Although it was still a bit new, you felt comfortable just laying around with him, not needing to talk or do something.

A knock on Rodrick’s door made you jolt, but Rodrick didn’t seem to pay any mind. The door opened, and Susan popped her head into the room.

“Hi, kids!” She said with that signature smile of hers. You smiled at her and said hello back, while Rodrick gave a hum of acknowledgement. “You know, I’m surprised you guys aren’t out right now.”

“Why would we be, Mom?” Rodrick asked, probably waiting for her to shut the door and leave.

“It’s Valentine’s Day, Rodrick!”

You and your boyfriend glanced at each other confusedly and then looked back at Susan. She looked surprised at your reactions.

“Don’t tell me you forgot.” You didn’t have to tell her; it was clear that you had. You and Rodrick never really celebrated Valentine’s Day before, so it didn’t occur to either of you that you were able to do so with each other. “You guys should go out somewhere! Have some fun! But, you know, be safe and be back home by curfew.”

You and Rodrick looked at each other, seeming to have a conversation with just your eyes. There were enough hours left in the day to do something fun, but ideas of what to do exactly didn’t come to mind. There was a chance that Rodrick’s mom would keep pestering you two until you decided to go.

“Wanna go out?” You asked. Rodrick pursed his lips.

“Sure, why not?”

You slipped your shoes on, and the two of you left Rodrick’s room. Susan gave her son some cash, telling you to have fun but not be out too late. Then you left the house and got into Rodrick’s van.

“So…” You buckled your seatbelt and looked at your boyfriend, who was tapping on his steering wheel. “Where should we go?”

He thought for a minute before sighing.

“I dunno.”

The two of you sat in silence, trying to think of an activity that would be worth leaving the comfort of Rodrick’s room. It was so quiet that Rodrick could hear your stomach growl.

“Hungry?” He asked in a teasing voice, laughing as you playfully smacked his arm.

“Shut up.” You tried to sound serious, but a chuckle broke through. “Food, then?”

“Hell yeah.”

***

Rodrick ended up driving to a nearby convenience store, one that he was used to going to with you or his friends. When you hopped out of the van, he grabbed your hand and dragged you inside.

“Mom gave me twenty bucks.” He said, going straight to the slushie machines. You giggled as he unintentionally forced you to pick up your pace, seeing as his legs were longer than yours.

“And we’re gonna spend it all on junk food?” You asked, accepting the large plastic cup that Rodrick grabbed for you.

“Duh!”

Rodrick filled his cup with different blue flavors while you chose red. Then he sped over to the self-serve hot dog station, putting a dog in a bun and covering it with ketchup and mustard. You were a bit more tame with your toppings, grinning at your boyfriend’s enthusiasm.

“I think I’m gonna grab some candy or chips or something.” You say, sliding your hot dog over to Rodrick for him to watch.

“Oh!” He caught your attention before you could leave the aisle. His voice was slightly muffled by the bite of the hot dog he had taken. “Can you get me some-”

“Ruffles?” You guessed, knowing those were some of his favorite chips. He nodded. “Yeah, babe. I’ll be right back.”

You skipped a few aisles over, grabbing Rodrick’s chips before deciding what to grab for yourself. Then you went to look at the candy. Your eyes lit up when you found a bag of typical Valentine’s conversation hearts. Snatching that quickly, you also grabbed a few candy bars before returning to Rodrick.

“That it?” He asked, taking a sip of his slushie. It must’ve been too much too quick because he soon winced. “Ah, brain freeze!”

“Yup!” You answered, laughing at your boyfriend’s scrunched up expression while somehow managing to grab your drink and hot dog. Rodrick grabbed some of the snacks to lighten your load, and the two of you went to the checkout counter.

The total was a little bit more than what Susan had given you. You took out your wallet to help pay the difference, but Rodrick slapped your wrist.

“Put that away, weirdo.” He said, taking out his own wallet and giving the cashier a few extra dollars. You rolled your eyes, pocketing your money and grabbing your hot dog and slushie. You were about to grab the bag that the guy put all your snacks in, but Rodrick beat you to it.

“You’re so chivalrous.” You joked as you left the convenience store, heading back to Rodrick’s van.

“I don’t even know what that means.” The serious, slightly confused tone he had made you laugh. “But thanks. I think.”

***

You and Rodrick went to the park, figuring it was a nice enough day to be outside.

Although, you weren’t really outside. Instead, you sat on the van floor with the side door open to have some fresh air. A blanket Rodrick kept in the van was spread out for the two of you to sit on. Even though it was nice out, there was a bit of wind. Seeing you shiver slightly, Rodrick gave you his black and white checkered jacket.

“Have you ever thought about cleaning this place out?” You asked, looking at the different piles of random junk that Rodrick kept in the vehicle as you zipped up the hoodie. You had to push the sleeves up so they wouldn’t get dirty.

“Not really.” He answered, chomping down on his food.

You looked behind you and grabbed something to show him.

“You have a basketball in here, Roddy. You don’t even play basketball; why do you have this?”

Rodrick pointed at the ball, having an answer. But first, he needed to swallow his food.

“I throw that at Greg’s head sometimes.” You let out a cackle, not expecting an answer like that. You threw the ball over your shoulder, letting it bounce back into the corner it came from.

“You know, I’ve never really celebrated Valentine’s Day before.” You confessed, although you were sure Rodrick already knew that. “But this is pretty fun.”

“Yeah, it is.” He responded, mirroring your smile.

After your food was gone, you brought the candy hearts out of the convenience store bag. You opened the package, looking through them until you found one you liked.

“Here.” You said after a moment of looking, holding out a pink heart and dropping it in Rodrick’s hand. He looked at it and cooed.

“‘Be mine.’” He read before popping the candy in his mouth. “My turn.”

He looked through the little candy bag, soon pulling out a blue heart. After reading the message, he handed it to you.

“‘Kiss me.’” You read, looking back up at Rodrick to see him smirking at you.

“I think you gotta do what it says.”

“I won’t argue with that.” You giggled, leaning forward to kiss Rodrick.

A hand threaded through your hair, the other holding your jaw to keep you close. Not wanting to lean over so much, you shifted on your knees until you were sat in Rodrick’s lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and the two of you made out until you were out of breath. When you pulled away, you caught sight of Rodrick’s mouth and giggled.

“What?” Rodrick asked, and he couldn’t help but laugh along even though he didn’t know what was so funny.

“Roddy, your tongue is purple!” The two of you laughed at the evidence of your affection. “Is my tongue purple too?” You stuck it out for him to check, and he clicked his tongue in faux disappointment.

“Could be purple-er.” Rodrick took a large sip of his blue slushie. “I can fix that though.” He said before kissing you again with fervor.

Let’s just say that you left the park with very purple tongues and warm cheeks.

***

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reds-skull · 5 months

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Not Alive, Nor Dead

[PREV PART] [AO3]

Okay I realized a scene I love comes up in the fic on this chapter, so I was like "well, I'm not doing anything right now, why not write it?"

So I wrote it. Enjoy.

(This one has description of some gore and aftermath of torture, very short segments, not worse than was already in the fic)

Ghost woke up slowly, the slick residue of his nightmares fading away as he lifted his head and groaned. Soap had already woken up, and by the chipper way he moved around the room, a while ago.

The Sergeant is getting better at telling when he’s being stared at, and he turns around to raise an eyebrow at Ghost.

“Sleepin’ beauty is finally awake!” he says with a smile.

Ghost drags a hand under his mask, sighing, “time’s it?”

“500 sharp, sir” Soap provides happily.

The fuck’s kinda person is this cheerful at this hour? Ghost exhales loudly and finally gets out of bed. The Sergeant opens his mouth, to probably comment on his old man habits, but Ghost shoots him a stare that would’ve killed a lesser man.

Soap just gives him a shit eating grin in return, “not a morning person?”

Ghost walks towards the bathroom, “I’m a normal person, you’re the fuckin’ anomaly.”

The Scot barks a loud laugh that makes him feel a little less groggy.

At mess, the taskforce finds a table of their own, and the Sergeants busy themselves with an argument about one daft thing or another.

Price caught his attention and started speaking to him in his mind, “your nightmares are bloody loud sometimes, y’know that?”

Ghost bites on his toast, “don’t fuckin’ listen then.”

The Captain laughs a little before his features turn serious, “you wanna tell me how much of what the Reaper said in your dream actually happened?”

That’s what he dreamt about that last night? Fucking hell. Can’t keep secrets from Price.

“Won’t have to if you just told me, Simon.”

Ghost puts down his meal to stare intently at the Captain, “what did you see? In my dream.”

Price’s moustache twitched in thought, and he replied, “it said something about Soap bringing your demise?”

“It said ‘bringer of demise’, didn’t fuckin’ specify whose.” Ghost spat back.

“What else?”

Before he could stop him, he felt Price pull the memory to the forefront of his mind to watch for himself what unfolded on the plane that day.

“It told you to stay away from Soap if you wanna live?!”

Ghost banged his fist on the table, startling the Sergeants out of their idiotic bickering. He paid no mind to them, focus fully on Price, “I’m not going to stop working with the Sergeant just because my Reaper decided to be a little shit.” he snarls in the Captain’s head.

Price huffs, “I’m not going to let you die Ghost.”

“Did it say I’m going to die?!”

“Simon…”

Gaz cuts their exchange, “what’s going on? Are you two talking in your brains?”

Soap crosses his arms, “well, yer welcome to use your outside voice.”

Ghost gets up, “no need, we’re done.”

Before he can get out of range, Price tells him “keep yourself safe on this mission, Simon. We’ll figure it out later.”

He supposes that’s manageable.

Ghost and Soap bid their farewells to Gaz and Price, as they go on their own part of the mission, and walk back to the armory to get ready for theirs.

The two of them get dressed up, Ghost armed to the teeth with various throwing knives. He’s not going to use Limbo, not with Soap being right next to him.

And he won’t need to - Ghost is perfectly capable as a fighter with no abilities. There’s a reason the rumors about him as so varied.

Near inhuman in every aspect.

Soap is done before him (less knives, amateur), and now sits to watch Ghost finish up.

A low whistle makes him twist around, “haven’t seen this get-up since the last time we worked together, lookin’ good LT”.

…huh?

“Keep it tactical, Sergeant.” Ghost voices almost mechanically.

“Aye sir, yessir.” Soap gives him an overexaggerated salute.

He rolls his eyes and ignores the warm feeling spreading through his body for the billionth time.

The cartel member’s house appears in the distance after a few minutes of making their way through the wilder parts of Las Almas. Ghost and Soap take out the guards at the front gate and make their way in.

The house is a two storey, drab building, with no real defining features. It’s surrounded by a tall fence, and a smaller shed is stuck by the far left corner of the large yard.

The suspected location of the kidnapped people is by the far end of the house. They’re tasked with making it inside without alerting any alarms, lest they start killing the people trapped inside.

With the front door clear, the two soldiers open the door and instantly check corners, covering each other’s blind spots.

“Clear.”, Ghost announces.

“Clear.” Soap lowers his silenced pistol a bit, “seems awfully empty, LT. Sure we got the right house?”

“Affirm, stay sharp Sergeant.” Ghost starts forwards, Soap not far behind him.

He feels unnerved. The Sergeant is right, the house is quiet, as though it’s been deserted weeks ago. But a quick look at the amount of dust settled on the floors tells him it couldn’t be more than a few days.

They continue forward, clearing rooms methodically. Ghost has a sense of satisfaction from the act, an enjoyment in working together with Soap besides him for the first time.

They complete each other’s blind spots like puzzle pieces.

Soap declares the first floor clear, barring one last room at the very end of the hallway. Up until then they found several evidences that there were narcos residing here in the past, including a hefty amount of white powder, but they’re not here on a drug bust.

“On me Sergeant”, Ghost orders Soap before pushing the door open.

The scene inside is gruesome. Ghost is intimately familiar with narco torturing techniques, so the bloodied items strewn across the room were an unfriendly sight.

4 bodies lay in the room, and Ghost walks over to check for cartel tattoos on them. One of the bodies has dog tags, and he frowns while pulling it out of the dead man’s shirt.

They read “Thomas Anderson”. Why is that name familiar-

“Sergeant Thomas Anderson, 28. Revenant powers… ‘Breathing underwater?’”

Soap examines the torturing devices with wary eyes, muttering “steamin’ Jesus…” under his breath.

Ghost spots a large tub, filled with reddish water.

Anderson’s body is dry, besides the blood oozing out of his cold body.

The three other men in the room however… Their body is coated with an even amount of thinned blood, from their head down to their chests. They died from drowning.

What is the meaning of this…?

Ghost takes Anderson’s dog tags and stands up, “4 confirmed deaths, no survivors”, he radios in.

“Copy, exfil inbound in 30, get yourself there.”

They both exit the room, “copy, out here.”

Ghost turns to stand in front of the Sergeant, “one of them was a revenant”, he dangles the tags in front of Soap’s eyes. The date of Reaping is listed right under date of birth, like in their own tags.

Soap frowns, a certain anger washing over him, “what do you think they’re playin’ at?”

“We can chew on that back at base, for now let get to exfil-”

Ghost barely finishes his sentence when he sees Soap’s eyes widen, locked on something behind his shoulder. Half a second later, he’s being spun around, and the piercing sound of bullets fills the air.

Ghost’s heart hammers, and he finally focuses on the view in front of him. Soap’s wide, blue eyes.

And several blotches of red peppered across his torso, spreading quicker than Ghost can process.

“...Soap?” his mind can’t, refuses to make sense of the sight in front of him. Soap isn’t… he can’t be…

The Sergeant’s breaths are erratic, chest rising and falling in big swells. The shock in his eyes transforms, burns away.

Until all that’s left, is rage.

“I’m so sick of this…” Soap murmurs. Shouts in Spanish echo behind them, but Ghost have eyes and ears only for his Sergeant.

Soap lets go of his shoulders, and Ghost scrambles to take him in his arms.

But Soap turns around and walks away, legs shaking and hands burning brighter and brighter by the second.

One brave narco shoots at his shoulder, making the Scot stagger for a moment.

Ghost lifts an arm, to drag Soap back to him, to cover him from anyone who ever harmed him, to do something, anything.

But Soap unleashes a terrifying snarl and launches forward, grabbing at the narcos.

The explosions blind Ghost, screams and horrible sounds of metal creaking to the breaking point and bones snapping deafening him.

Soap whirls in the middle of this firestorm, exploding guns, heads, walls, anything in his path.

Ghost’s eyes water from the amount of dust and smoke that fills the air.

His Sergeant is radiant.

“Soap…” Ghost tries to stop the unstoppable. He just wants Soap to rest.

“Johnny…..”

Soap finally stills, carnage creating a halo around him, and all Ghost sees is the red on his clothes, the wheezing of his breath.

Ghost takes a step forward, and Soap collapses on his knees.

He rushes to grab him by the shoulders before he can fall further, “you’re fine Johnny, you’re going to be fine.” he sputters, pushing his Sergeant up to look at the wounds.

So many wounds.

He knows no one can survive this. Not even revenants.

“LT…” Soap whispers, voice weak and wobbly.

“You’re going to be alright, you…” air leaves his lungs without a sound. He can’t breathe. How can he?

How can he breathe when Soap lifts a trembling hand, the gentle warmth of flames licking at Ghost’s nape, and looks at him like that?

“LT… I’m not gonna-”

They both jump at the sound of car tires getting closer. The narcos called for backup…

Ghost can’t breathe. He watches Soap shivers in front of him.

He doesn’t have a choice.

Ghost takes Soap in his arms, hand on his nape mirroring his Sergeant, and presses his head to his own shoulder.

“Close your eyes, Johnny. It will all be over soon.”

He can hear Soap gasp, can feel his chest stuttering.

Ghost closes his eyes the moment footsteps enter the house.

Limbo courses out of him, darkness and emptiness and void filling the house, the residents of it screaming, snarling to take a bite at the intruders.

He holds Soap tight, pressing himself as close as he can. The protective wisps of light barely cover them both, but he will not let Soap be taken by Limbo.

Not Soap. Not Johnny.

In the next blink, Limbo is gone. The victims of the void quiet, as if they also mourn along Ghost.

Johnny pushes lightly at his chest, and Ghost separates them to look him in the eyes.

He seemed to try to form a sentence before a series of coughs wrecked his body, so Ghost laid him down on the blood-covered floor.

“G-Ghost”, he utters through clenched teeth, “d’ye… d’ye know how guns work?”

Ghost’s heart crushes at the sound of his Sergeants voice. He’s… not making sense anymore. Blood delirium isn’t unheard of… especially… especially with how much he-

“Yes”, Ghost softly whispers, more gentle than he ever learned to be.

“T-tell me”, Soap winces when more pain makes its way through his system.

Ghost wants to wither away with him. “The bullet goes into the chamber… and the primer is ignited to cause a small exp-”

His world stops completely.

“T-Teh cause a small ex-explosion.” Soap finishes slowly.

Johnny is…

“I’m not gonna d-die, LT”

Ghost’s eyes slide away from Soap’s, to the rest of his body. He slowly lifts his Sergeant’s shirt, to reveal multiple bullet holes where the tac vest didn’t cover him.

Bullet holes that are already closing.

Ghost wanted to scream out of joy, wail in premature unwarranted grief, shout at Soap for not telling him earlier.

But the radio informs them exfil is 10 minutes out, and they need to get a move on if they want to arrive in time.

Ghost slides his hands under Soap’s body, blood soaking his gloves in a way that takes him back 8 months ago. Back when it was different.

Soap grasps him like he’ll fall if he doesn’t.

Different, yet also the same.

The walk to exfil is quiet, save for Soap’s harsh breathing. Healing or not, he still feels pain.

The driver of their exfil car looks horrified at their shared state, but neither give an explanation and take a sit at the back of the car. It’s only after a few moments of nothing that Ghost mutters, “drive” to the Vaquero.

He feels numb, his arms and legs limp, gaze forward, but nothing truly passes through his brain.

Soap shifts beside him, letting out grunts of pain every once in a while. Making it obvious, despite what his heart tells him, that he’s very much alive.

The blood seeping under his fingernails feels freezing.

The Vaquero was at a loss of what to do with them once the car reaches the base. Ghost shuts the door loudly, and with it the connection to his heart.

Lieutenant first, human last.

“Where is medical?” He asks the man.

Ghost carries Soap all the way to the nurse’s hands, where he was stopped and told he had to clean up if he wanted to stay any longer. He wanted to scream infection doesn’t matter when the wounds will close in the matter of minutes, but the look on the nurse told him she wasn’t impressed.

He left medical to drag himself to the showers, energy left behind him with every step.

Showers are usually a short ordeal for him, as efficient as they come. But Johnny’s blood going down the drain made him linger.

30 or so minutes later he comes out, and for the first time in what feels like hours there's something in his brain, besides numbness.

It’s Price. Him and Gaz returned.

The voice in his mind sounds concerned, imploring him to explain why everything looks so dull there.

Ghost ignores it and goes to find his teammates.

“Ghost” Price greets, Gaz perks up from his previous position, head held in his hands. “Where’s the Sergeant?”

Ghost nods back at the hallway, “medical.” is all he provides.

Garrick startles, “Was he injured? What happened?”

“Flanked.” Ghost says, voice matching the emptiness in his head, “got shot.”

“Shot?! Fuck, where-”

“He’s immune.” Ghost cuts him off.

Gaz becomes confused, “immune?”

“To bullets. Primer ignition counts as explosion.”

The Sergeant sits back down, body slackening, “thank fuck…”

Price catches ghost’s eye contact, “but you didn’t know that.”

Ghost just… shrugs.

“Fucking hell…” the Captain looks away, “it was one of the redacted details in his file…”

Gaz frowns, “why would they redact that?”

“Reapers know.”

The next couple of hours zoom past Ghost. His teammates try to coax him out of his unfeeling self, but Ghost isn’t truly in base.

His mind is stuck in a cartel house, in the Las Almas wilderness. On bloody and soot covered floor, with a dying man in his arms.

On eyes, shining with burning rage.

Pain! Pain! Pain! All I'm making Ghost feel is pain!

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dallas winston being dallas winston in all my fics

Birthday Blues - Dally grunted, taking another sip of his shake. “So Shepard and I remembered your birthday but your own blood didn’t?”

Ponyboy felt himself starting to get annoyed. “They didn’t-”

“No, you listen here kid.” Dallas stated, sounding more serious than Pony had ever heard him before. “Having something slip your mind for a moment is one thing, forgetting a date that important about someone you live with is another entirely. Darry is so caught up in his own world, you two don’t speak unless he’s hollering at you for something, and that something is probably so insignificant that if he thought about it for a second more he wouldn’t even say a word. And Sodapop doesn’t have an excuse either. Yeah, he’s busy working, hard workers your brothers are I’ll give them that, but you look up to Soda so much and he knows that. He knows how much you love him. Yet the date of his kid-brother’s birthday isn’t even marked on the calendar. He doesn’t even try to show he cares. Then he has the nerve to stammer out an apology that he wouldn’t have given beforehand unless someone pointed out his oversight. No wonder he flunked.” His words felt like harsh poison.

Ponyboy was speechless for a second, then went to say something. Dally didn’t let him.

“And Steve has been doing no favors. Hell, walks into your own house like he owns the damn place, putting you down and ignoring you any chance he gets, acting like you’re nothing more than a bother to him and everyone around. And your brothers let him. I let him too. I won’t no more.” Then he looked Pony in the eye.

“I’m sorry.”

I Love You Like an Alcoholic - Steve went to go bother Soda and Pony, Johnny sat at the table, lost in his own thoughts and Dally sat down beside him, right where Soda had sat.

“What’s eating you, hm?” Dally asked.

Two-Bit raised an eyebrow. “Nothin’. Mom and Molls are holding up well, so I’m just trying to relish that fact.”

Dally didn’t seem convinced. Dally however, being Dally, didn’t press on. “Whatever you say, man.”

Meddle About - Dallas Winston wasn’t good at much. Flirting, however, he had a skill for.

The fight from the week before was still replaying in his head. He and Sylvia had gotten into a pretty heated quarrel- and he was slapped in the face a few times. It wasn’t like he didn’t deserve it, but damn that Charlotte chick was hot . Who could blame him for feeling her up?

Well, Sylvia could. And she did.

Dallas couldn’t help but get annoyed with her, saying that they weren’t even together, she slept around just as much as she did. Sylvia kept going on about “ You promised! ”

Promised what, he had no idea. He must’ve been drunk.

But now she was seemingly done with him for good, going on a week without any contact. Longest they’ve gone in a while after a fight.

To Dallas, it seemed like she was done with him when he started two-timing him and thought he had no idea.

He wasn’t a total idiot.

Dallas scoffed, puffing out a cloud of smoke. Now Sylvia was all up in arms with every guy she could get her hands on. And Sylvia looking the way she did, it wasn’t a big challenge for her. Her long light hair, her siren like eyes, her body that was straight out of a damn Playboy Bunny magazine-

Another thing Dally wasn’t good at was letting anything go.

Hey Brother? (Do You Still Believe In One Another?) - Darry came back in, putting a black t-shirt over himself as he watched Steve’s beat-up car speed out of the driveway. He sighed, then turned to Dally, who was still munching on his snack. It was just a few seconds of quiet until Darry broke it. “What do you wanna do?”

Dally grinned ear-to-ear. “Nothing legal, man. Let's get out of here!” He jumped up and ran out the door chackling. Darry was stunned for a moment, before running after him, trying to suppress his own laughter. The Loudest Silence - There was a brief silence. As if they wanted to say more, but knew they shouldn’t.

So Dally did. “ Hey, Johnny. Has Pony said anything to you ‘bout Darry? ”

“No. Two-Bit told me.” He knew exactly what he was walking about. Johnny could feel the anger starting to come on again. He tried to push it down. “Why?”

“ Steve mentioned it. ” The bitterness was clear in his tone. “ I swear I’m gonna kill him. ”

“What?” Johnny exclaimed nervously. “C’mon Dal, it ain’t worth it.”

“ Don’t start that shit with me, man. ” Dally replied coldly. “ You think we’re just gonna let him get away with that? Have ya gone stupid? ”

Johnny could feel his anxiety spike high. “I-its just…well I mentioned it and he got all upset, he says that they talked about it and that they made up. What else can we do?”

“ Make sure the bastard doesn’t think ‘bout doin’ it again .”

Johnny froze when he heard Dally chuckle darkly to himself.

“ See you in five, Johnnycakes. ”

“Bye Dal.”

Dally hung up.

#dallas winston #the outsiders #fanfic #the outsiders fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 writer

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By Your Side | Chapter 2

Summary: You meet with the man who made Infinite, Eminem; Or as everyone calls him Marshall, for the very first time.

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“The hell do you want?”

You were taken aback by his aggressive demeanor, wondering what you did to provoke his annoyance. “Hey, take it easy man.” You raised your hands to show surrender. “I don’t want any trouble-”

“Then why’d you stare at me?”

You blinked.

“Uh... what?”

“You were staring at me.” He repeated, a little bit slower this time like you were hard of hearing. “You stare at people, means you’re looking for a fight or you’ve got a problem with them.” The guy huffed, looking a little less miffed. “You don’t know that?”

‘Sounds like this place is way too goddamn sensitive.’ You mentally quipped, still, you kept that to yourself.

“Nope.” You popped the ‘p’ as you lowered your arms. “I do now though.”

He hummed, tilting his head at you inquiringly. “A’ight then, so what do you want?”

“Looking for a guy named Eminem.” You replied. “Or, you know, Marshall.” At the mention of both his artist alias and actual name, his brows raised in surprise for a moment before furrowing.

“That’s me. How’d-”

“The guy in the store told me that you had the cassettes for Infinite and all. Mind if I can snag a copy of your album?” You interrupted quickly.

His face morphed into a variety of emotions in a matter of milliseconds, ranging from surprise, to a glimmer of hope, and then back to suspicion and a mask of cynicism that he was so used to experiencing.

He was expecting disappointment, and he was long prepared for it as he gave you a scowl.

“Look, if this is a fuckin prank or something, just say it now.”

This time you had return the sour expression, half annoyed at his negative attitude, the other half confused as to how he came to that conclusion.

“Seriously?”

Marshall shoved his hands in his pockets, lifting his chin up to glare at you in a defensive manner. “I’m serious. Why the fuck would you wanna buy my album? There’s stuff like Kid Rock in that store ‘n shit. And how the hell did you know about it?” He shrugged, nodding towards your attire. “As far as I know, cause I know you ain’t from here, you had someone tell you about it.”

He was observant, that’s for sure. Yet his matter-of-fact tone like he already knew the situation and how it was going to end made your eyes flash with anger and chip harder at your patience that was running thin.

Not like you were a very patient person to begin with.

“And you think whoever told me is asking me, a total outsider that’s not from here, to pretend to be interested in buying Infinite?” You scoffed, hardly believing your own ears right now. “Actually, I saw the poster in the store myself, believe it or not; And no, this isn’t me feeling pity or some bullshit like that. I want to buy it cause I’m interested; I ain’t fucking with you buddy.”

The two of you stared each other down, neither letting up. You were beginning to have second thoughts, if he was so sure that you were messing around. ‘That’ll be his loss anyway.’ You thought, narrowing your eyes.

Finally, Marshall threw his hands up in an ‘oh well’ manner.

“A’ight. If you say so.” He motioned you to follow him as he fished his keys out of his pocket. “Didn’t answer my question though.”

You followed him close behind. “What, you mean why would I wanna listen to it?” He nodded, and you shrugged. “Well, call it my gut instinct; Out of all the album covers I saw, it was yours that caught my attention.”

“Uh huh... And?”

“And... I guess I had a feeling it might be worth listening to.”

“Even more than, oh, I dunno... Vanilla Ice?”

You gave him a disbelieving squint. “You serious? Nearly ruined hip-hop for me.”

Marshall didn’t say anything, but you swore you saw a ghost of a smile on his face, and you mentally gave yourself a pat on the back before asking:

“I really don’t look like someone who would be into rap music, huh?” This time, he actually broke into a brief grin.

“Fine, you got me.”

Unlocking the trunk of his car, he lifted the lid wide open, revealing a messy pile of cassettes, vinyl's, and CD’s, all of them Infinite. You in turn had already fished out the required six dollar cost that’ll pay more than enough for your new addition to your collection. “You know what? You’re pretty chill, my bad man.” He admitted.

You grinned, glad that you’re getting along well with him despite the rocky start. “All good, honestly I can’t blame you.” You paused before adding with a smirk. “Well, not too much, anyways.”

He huffed out a laugh. “Oh, so that’s how it is.” Raising his free hand, he stuck his middle finger at you playfully. “Well fuck you too.”

This time, it was your turn to laugh as you returned the gesture. ”Likewise.” Letting the obscene gesture stay in mid-air for a few moments, the two of you cracked up, looking away as you both tried to stifle your snickering.

“Okay, okay, seriously.” You managed to calm down and gave him a crisp ten dollar bill. “Keep the change.”

Marshall raised a brow as if you were crazy. “You sure ‘bout that? I mean, I ain’t gonna say no, if you were expecting that.”

You shook your head, smiling.

“I’m serious. This isn’t a charity case or anything; just think of it as a future investment.” You winked, hopefully in an encouraging way and nothing else. “I got a good feeling you’re gonna go far.”

“Well then,” he took the bill out of your hand. “At least you’ve got more faith in me than my last manager-” He was about to hand you the cassette until a familiar voice hollered from behind you, making the both of you jump.

“MAMAAAAAAA!!!”

“Oh shit-!” Whipping around, your heart dropped to your stomach as you saw Quinn practically half-hanging out of the car window, arms flailing as he waved to get your attention. You could hear the voice of your mother shouting: “Quinn! Get down from there!”

At that point, you already knew she was holding into the edge of his winter jacket, trying to yank him back into his seat.

“Uh- hold that thought.” You sheepishly gave Marshall the finger guns as you began to walk backwards, jabbing a thumb behind you. “I’ve got somebody who needs me-”

The boy waved you off. “I ain’t going anywhere, go get your kid.” you gave him a thankful smile as you turned tail and practically sprinted towards the van.

“Quinn! What are you doing?!” Grabbing him by the shoulders, you gently pushed him back into his seat. “That was really dangerous, you know!”

Your mom finally let go of his jacket. “Look, he already wants to leave!” Forcing your temper down, you leaned into the open window, letting her angrily chastise you with a stony look on your face. “Are you done? Can you get back into the car, or are you going to idle around this place and waste your time?”

“I was talking to someone-” You were cut off just as soon as you tried to explain.

“Well stop talking and let’s go!” Your mom snapped as your dad was just as ready to hop onto the bandwagon of yelling at you into listening.

“Y/N, get in the car.” He warned. “Now.”

Clenching your jaw, you whipped back around and walked a few paces away from the van, hands clenched in fists as you fought to keep your rage in check.

Once in a while, you’d let it slide and keep your head down to avoid having to drag it out any longer. Having to hear it often - and sometimes you really didn’t know what you did to make them scold you - was tiring.

If it weren’t for Quinn quite literally in the middle of the conflict, you would’ve blown up at them by now. But no, you couldn’t. You shouldn’t. You have to do it for him; You have to be better.

Taking in a deep breath, you strode back to the car and once again leaned into the window. Before they could say anything else, you simply announced:

“I made a friend.”

It wasn’t a lie, but to say Marshall was a ‘friend’ was a bit off. Either way, it made both your mom and dad shut up a little bit. It had been a while since you actually mentioned anything about friends, if you had any.

Your parents stared at you incredulously, not exactly understanding what you were trying to imply. “What does that have to do with anything?” Your dad demanded.

“It means: It’d be rude to just hop in the car now without saying goodbye to my ‘friend’, while we just ride all the way back to our hotel doing absolutely nothing until tomorrow. And by the way-” You gestured to the child pressing his ears shut with the palms of his hands. “You can yell at me later, okay? You’re scaring him.”

Thankfully, that seemed to have quieted everybody for now as they all looked at Quinn apologetically as he slowly lowered his hands. “Hey, baby... I’m sorry about that.” You patted his head comfortingly. “What did you want to call me over here for?”

The toddler looked back innocently. “I wanna go outside, please?”

You stared at him, exasperated. ‘Well, at least he gets right to the point.’

“What do you say?” Giving the child a stern look on your face, making yourself clear that you weren’t happy with how he handled that situation.

He looked down. “I’m sorry.”

“Uh huh. And?”

“I won’t do it again.” He mumbled.

You sighed, stroking his hair. “Thank you. That’s what I needed to hear.”

Glancing inside of the car, you waved to your parents. “Just for a minute or two. The whole place is safe, don’t worry.” Smirking a little, you added: “I’m right, aren’t I?”

Not bothering to wait for their response, you swung the side door open and lifted him into your arms. “We’ll be right back!” You called to them as you kicked the side door shut and repositioned him into being held sideways like a plank of wood. “Alrighty mister, it’s time to fly!”

Quinn giggled joyously as you spun around a few times before setting him down, taking his hand in yours. “You wanna go say hi to one of my friends?” You asked him. He nodded, already more focused on avoiding the cracks in the ground than actually listening.

Leading him back to where an amused Marshall waited, the sheepish feeling returned as you rubbed the back of your neck with your free hand. “Sorry about that,” you started. “I, ah, hope you don’t mind my nephew tagging along.”

To your surprise, Marshall’s demeanor completely shifted. You watched as he bent down, smiling warmly at the suddenly shy toddler hiding behind your leg.

“Hey little man, what’s your name?” He held his hand out, offering him a handshake, but Quinn burrowed his face into your side.

You patted his shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay baby. He’s not gonna hurt you, I promise.” You reassured him soothingly. “Why don’t you introduce yourself? Think of it like it’s the first day of school and you tell the whole class your name.”

Quinn was quiet for a few moments before he slowly turned to face Marshall, sticking an arm out. “Mmh... Quinn... Am’ four.” He managed to mumble out before hiding again, though he still stuck his hand out, and Marshall gently took it, doing a little handshake. You shared an amused look with him, holding back a laugh as you both knew he looked more like a three year old than what the child claims.

“Well it’s nice to meet you Quinn.” He replied in a soft tone, one that you didn’t expect. “You got a nice name y’know? My name is Marshall, but you can call me Eminem.”

Hearing the name of one of his favorite chocolate brands, the toddler stuck his head back out. “M & M’s?” His eyes glimmered with wonder, initial shyness beginning to fade away. “Like the chocolate?”

“Yeah!” Marshall grinned. “Do you like them?” The toddler nodded. “Woah, me too! Isn’t that cool?”

You watched the two interact silently, trying not to grin. ‘Who knew a guy who acts and dresses like a gangster could do so well with kids.’ You thought as you leaned down to join the conversation.

“Be careful honey.” You reminded him as Marshall let him see his pierced ears, tilting his head to the side so he could touch the golden hoops.

Having completely forgotten his timidness, Quinn brushed his fingers across the earrings. “Did they hurt?” He asked, admiring the shiny metal.

“A little,” he admitted. “But only for a little bit. After that, I’d completely forgotten.” Quinn nodded along.

“Mama’s got earrings too.” Both boys looked up at you. “Right Mama?”

“Right...” You trailed off, not knowing if you should correct him.

‘I really shouldn’t have let him get away with that, calling me something that I didn’t earn the rights to.’ You thought, holding back a sigh.

“That’s your mama, huh?” Marshall asked him, to which the child eagerly replied with an “Mm hm!”

“That’s cool, she’s a cool mom, ain’t she?” They shared a nod, which you held back a laugh. “What about your da-”

“HEY!! Hey, you wanna hold onto my music player baby?” You cut in, bitter ice rushing into your veins at the mere mention of Quinn’s dad. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to notice your panic as he was more eager to interact with your sacred walkman, bouncing excitedly.

You showed him the music player, holding it above his head as you laid out the ground rules.

“Alright, if you wanna hold it, promise me this: Do not drop it, do not wander off, and you have to be very, very gentle with it. Promise?”

His tiny hands reached for it. “I promise!”

Finally relenting, you gave him the walkman as he held onto it like a priceless treasure.

“You wanna sit here buddy?” Marshall patted the edge of the open trunk, giving you a quick look that clearly meant he wanted to talk to you. You gave Quinn a nod as he looked to you for permission, and he reached his arms out to him as he was picked up in a manner that only someone who dealt with kids before could do.

“Now you’re a big man.” He patted the toddler’s head before turning to you, moving closer so he wouldn’t eavesdrop.

“What was that all about?” He asked, frowning.

You sighed, putting your hands into your pockets. “Well, first off, he’s actually my nephew.”

“Huh...” Marshall furrowed his brows. “So, where’s his mom?” You saw this was coming, but that didn’t stop you from wincing a little.

“Gone.”

“What do you mean go- oh.” His face turned to one of realization. “Oh shit. I’m sorry.”

You shrugged in a vacant manner. “It’s all good.” You quickly changed the subject, praying he wouldn’t bring up either parent any further. “You’re pretty good with kids, have you got any younger family members at home?”

He smiled, almost shyly. “Yeah, I got a little brother, Nate.” He looked down, trying hard to contain his sense of love and pride. “And I have my little girl, she just turned one last Christmas.”

‘Ah, so that explains it.’

“Definitely says a lot about you, y’know.” You returned his expression warmly. I’m glad I bumped into you when I did, I put in a damn good investment.”

“Aha, cause I know how to handle kids, or is it really cause of my rap skills?” Before he could hear your reply, he suddenly added: “Speaking of handling kids, you say that’s your nephew, how come he calls you mom?”

“Well-”

“Also, where’s his dad at?”

Giving him a grimace and a look that clearly showed you didn’t like to even think about the damn topic, his face turned to realization and disgust as he put the pieces together.

“Shit, he a deadbeat?!” There was heated snarl in his voice that matched the fiery rage lighting up his eyes. “Fuckin pussy jus’ fucked off and left his baby?!”

While your nod was a satisfying confirmation, his thoughts on this coward of a man weren’t. He turned away from you, muttering out insult after insult behind his breath before composing himself.

“Goddamn, I’m really sorry you have ta’ deal with that. It’s his loss, your boy’s a sweet kid.”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself.” You replied, stealing a glance at Quinn, making sure he was still right where you left him. Sure enough, he hasn’t lost interest in your walkman at all.

“Well, there’s your answer. And judging by that look on your face, you want to ask me why the hell he calls me mom, eh?”

“Took the words outta my mouth.” He looks at you expectantly. “Well?”

You paused, feeling sheepish once again as you rubbed the back of your neck. “I mean - you know - I told you before, he’s my sister’s son. So... him calling me ‘mom’, well you know-

“-But you’re still his mom.”

You blinked in surprise, Marshall’s face turned into a slight frown.

“He sees you as his mom, and you take care of him like a mom.” He affirmed. “Doesn’t make your sister any less of his mom, but if he calls you mom, it’s cause you are his momma.”

There was silence after that, but not in an uncomfortable way; It was a few seconds of contemplative quiet, the occasional sound of cars passing by and Quinn’s fiddling with your walkman being the only background noise that gave way for a good time to consider his words.

Perhaps pausing one too many times before you finally found the words, you eventually replied: “You’re probably right.” Again, another pause as you kept your gaze to the ground, hands in your pockets. “Honestly, you’re probably the first person to tell me that; Doesn’t make me feel any better though.”

“I getchu.” Marshall nodded in understanding, tilting his head slightly to get a better look at your downturned face. “An’ I don’t blame ya, wouldn’t be surprised if your parents beat yo ass if you ever brought that shit up.”

The two of your shared a nearly humorless chuckle.

“Either way, don’t take my word for it.” He added with a shrug. “I just think he’s a real lucky kid if he gets to have a mom or aunt like you, fuck anybody who says otherwise.”

You shared eye contact, though this time it was out of mutual comprehension for each others’ situation, rather than uncertain intent of potential hostility.

While it was a pleasant interaction between two strangers, you both knew your conversation was coming to a close. After all, you had a plane to catch tomorrow morning, and he had a job to do to pay the bills and put food on the table.

“Speak of the devil,” You muttered as you heard the obvious noise of the family van’s engine creeping. “I ain’t gonna keep you for much longer, you probably-”

“-Yeah, yeah.” He was quick to finish, suddenly feeling awkward. “Shit, it was nice talking to ya. But- yeah - I got stuff to do, working on my next album-”

“Oh shoot, really?” It was a sudden knee-jerk reply, likely feeble in attempting to make the moment last a bit longer. “Damn, you know when you’re gonna release it?”

Marshall made a mix between a grimace and a pondering look as he made the guesswork in his head.

“Probably... maybe late this year or early next year. Gonna try somethin different, like, ‘fuck everyone’ kinda different. How ‘bout you?” He inquires.

Tilting your chin in acknowledgement, you replied: “Yeah, I got an audition coming up in a few days in New York. It’s supposed to be some sort of minor role in this… fighting movie? Not too sure yet.”

“Oh, word?!” Marshall looks a little shocked, eyes wide. “Shit, I got a movie star buying my album. That’s dope.”

You huffed an amused chortle. “Hey, don’t get your hopes up yet. I’ve got a couple dozen other people I need to compete against if I ever want to get another callback or a test screening.”

He replies with a confident glint in his eye. “You’ll make it, like I said: Fuck anybody who says otherwise.”

You grinned. “Fuck anybody who says otherwise.”

He holds out his hand, and you return it with a firm clasp and a shoulder bump.

“Hey, you know whether if your next album is mailable or not?” You asked, and he raises a brow quizzically.

“I mean, you could ask my manager if you’re that desperate? You got a pen’n’paper? I ain’t usin mine...”

Like a remote controlled button press, you reached into the inside pocket of your hoodie and whipped out your notebook, pen clipped to the cover. “Does this technically count as an autograph?” You thought aloud, to which he laughed.

“If it is, you’re the first one asking for it.” Taking the pen and notebook from your hands, he flipped to a blank page and quickly jotted down the contact info. “Here.”

“Thanks.”

As he handed your notes back, you quickly glanced down to skim over his writing, seeing the name ‘Paul Rosenberg’ on it. Noticing another name at the bottom corner of the page, your brows raised, intrigued.

“Slim Shady?” You read out.

Marshall tilted his head up proudly. “My new alias; Gonna be the side of me that holds nothin back next album. Jus’ you wait.”

You smirked, giving him a look of approval. “I’m looking forward to it.”

Quinn broke focus off of your walkman as you called for him, letting him know it was time to head back. Shuffling himself off of the car trunk, he toddled his way over to you, taking your awaiting hand, taking the walkman back and putting it in your pocket.

“Nice meeting you Marshall.” You gave him one last nod, which he returns with a faint smile, before you leaned down to Quinn’s ear. “What do you say to the nice man?”

Quinn turned to face Marshall, looking a bit sad, but far less shy than he was initially. “Thank you...”

Marshall chuckled, giving the toddler a pat on the head. “No problem lil’ man. You take care of yourself, aight?”

Nodding, Quinn waved as you slowly led him back to the van. “Bye!” He eagerly waved with his free hand, not breaking eye contact until he heard the door of the van open, and he climbs into his booster seat obediently.

Buckling him in, you slide the door shut and go to climb in on the other side, but not before turning around to call out to him one last time.

“Hey Marshall!”

“Yeah?”

“Remember me once you’re famous, okay?”

The surprise on his face was one to remember, just as much as the loud and joyful “HA!” he lets out; One that he really needed, before hollering back:

“Only if you remember me once you’ve made it big, baby!”

Your face breaks into a massive grin that you couldn’t remember ever doing in ages, as you give him one last salute.

‘I’ll be holding you to that… Slim Shady.’

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A/n: IT’S DONE. IT’S FINALLY DONE, HOLY SHOT.

*me literally saying that chapters would be quicker when I posted chapter 1*

*five months later*

*me, sweating like a sinner in church*

HHHHHHHHH-

I’m Canadian, the amount of apologizing is normal don’t worry-

But for real. I’m so sorry. Thank you all so much for your patience. I hope I was able to deliver and that it was worth the wait. I promise you guys, the reason it took so long was me constantly rewriting the conversations you and Marshall were having. I needed it to feel right, and I’m still feeling it’s not completely right, but it’s maybe right enough.

If you read this far, thank you very much and I hope things will be much better and quicker from here on out!!! <3

#By Your Side Series #eminem x you #eminem fanfiction #eminem x reader #eminem imagines #eminem imagine #marshall mathers x you #marshall mathers fanfiction #marshall mathers imagine #marshall mathers x reader #fanfic series

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lxstfathier · 10 months

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Storm

Police! Rodolfo Parra x Reader

Summary: you’re crying, overwhelmed by your problems, and it all leads to an unusual encounter with a police officer.

Warnings: dysfunctional family, anxiety, depression (?).

A/N: i’m kinda proud of this one, i think my writing in english is improving, it still isn’t nearly as good as what i write in spanish but i’m happy with it. So… enjoy, hope you like it 💗

The cold autumn wind blows relentlessly, moving the tree branches until their orange leaves fall to the ground. The sky is full of big dark clouds, announcing a storm about to start at any given moment. And you can’t help but shiver at the harsh weather, hating that you’re there without any other piece of clothing to keep you warm besides your oversized shirt and tiny shorts.

It’s a complicated evening. Another one of those where your house is a living hell, both of your parents yelling at each other for hours and your older sibling blasting music at full volume in their room, making it all fucking unbearable.

That’s why you’re outside, sitting on the sidewalk, a few blocks away from home, bawling your eyes out. But at least with some peace. The streets are empty, so it’s only you, the birds chirping, and your horrible loud thoughts.

Still, your misery is interrupted when a cop car pulls up by where you are. And you try not to mind, staying in your own business, but once you see the officer get out, walking straight to you, it’s impossible not to consider this as the worst day of your life. Maybe he thinks you’re a drug addict, or a criminal, or a homeless, who knows, but his attention is the least thing you need right now.

“Are you ok?” He asks, genuinely worried to see a girl crying in the middle of a lonely sidewalk, wearing nothing but a shirt when it’s about to rain.

“Yes, i’m fine, officer” you answer, not even looking up at him, only seeing his black boots next to your naked legs.

“Well, you don’t seem fine. Do you need help? Assistance? Anything?” there’s nothing a police officer can do for your situation, so you just shake your head, hoping that he’ll finally go away and leave you alone.

A few second pass, hearing the sounds of a zipper and windbreaker fabric, not knowing what is he doing. And then you see him, scrouching down to be at your level, offering you his jacket to stop you from freezing.

Your vision is a little blurry because of the tears, so you can’t see his face clearly, but he’s young for sure, probably not more than ten years older than you. He has dark hair, with a matching stubble, and pretty brown eyes. His uniform is all black, wearing a bulletproof vest around his torso, the shiny star of the “Policía Estatal” on the left side, and an embroidered patch of “R. Parra - Comandante” on the right.

You usually don’t trust new people, let alone a cop, but he seems nice, and the cold is pretty bad, so you take his jacket, muttering a “thanks” while putting it on. It’s way too big for you, although really warm, smelling good, as clean and masculine cologne. So you can’t complain.

“Mind telling me why are you crying?”.

“It’s just some family problems” you shrug. “Nothing too serious”.

“I’m a good listener… if you wanna vent” he says, a kind smile appearing on his lips, and you feel safe enough to tell him just a little bit about your personal hell.

“I don’t get along with my family, they’re always screaming and fighting, and i’m sick of it. I just want some peace in my life.” Tears roll down your cheeks, soon feeling his thumbs against your skin, gently wiping the wet trail.

You don’t know how to react. Why is he doing that? Why is he so sweet to a random girl on the street?. You’re not used to being treated nice, it feels really weird, but somehow you crave more.

“I’m sorry. I know how that feels like”. His voice is soft, soothing, and for the first time in your life you’re not being yelled at for expressing your emotions.

He understands you quite well. Parra was once a hurt kid just like you, with parents who fought a lot and mean sisters that seemed to enjoy picking on him. Until, one day, he decided to focus all that sadness and anger into something better, joining the police and forgetting about everything until he became a Commander.

The only difference is that you can’t find the strength to get back on your feet.

Suddenly, fat droplets of water start falling from the sky, and both of you know it’s time to go before you get soaking wet. He can keep working, and you… well, you have no idea.

“Ok, pretty girl, i should take you home” he says, standing up again, offering you his hand to help you do the same.

“I don’t wanna go home” you pout, looking up at him. Going back to such a chaotic place sounds awful right now.

“Where do you wanna go, then?”

“I don’t know. I have nowhere else to go, but any place is better than home, i don’t care.” You reply, accepting his hand to get up, still feeling your legs slightly weak.

“I can take you to the police station, we don’t have any problem with letting you spend the night there. How does that sound for you?”.

Once again you feel strange. As if someone finally saw you like a human being instead of a simple burden. And you know that his job is literally to help people, he probably does this everyday with different persons, but you like it, it warms your heart, and also it makes you feel kinda special.

“Sounds good, officer!” you tell him, forcing a smile. “Or should i call you Comandante Parra?”

“Either is fine” He shrugs, letting out a little chuckle.

Parra asks for your name too, and then guides you to his car, allowing you to be on the passenger seat. What a honor. You really thought you would get thrown into the backseat like any other lawbreaker. So now that you’re in the front, getting full view, you feel like a little kid, excited to get a ride in a cool cop vehicle.

Of course he notices your enthusiasm, even though you try to be subtle, but not daring to say a word about it. He just looks at you while driving, wondering why such a cute girl had to get a shitty family like his. It’s not fair, you should be smiling instead of crying.

“Will you be working at the station?” You ask, trying to make conversation now that you’re in a better mood.

“No. I’m supposed to be patrolling today.”

His response is not really what you wished to hear. Of course you don’t want to stay in a police station full of strangers, that would only fuel your anxiety, and it’s not like you already know Commander Parra, but you trust him enough to be by his side a few hours.

“Can i stay with you?” you ask, almost begging, thinking that he probably will tell you a negative answer. “I won’t give you trouble, i promise, i’ll just be the passenger princess.”

That question is unusual to him. Why would you want to spend your free time in a boring night of work with a police officer? that makes no sense. However, he won’t tell you no, not when you’re being so adorable.

“Fine” he agrees with a smile. “You’ll come with me, but you might get bored.”

“Gracias, Comandante” you thank him in a low tone, still a bit shy, but Parra hears it clearly.

Rain starts pouring, the water creating a relaxing sound as it hits the car. He drives around aimlessly, not caring about the storm, and you try to distract yourself away from your problems, contemplating the drops running down your window, tracing your fingers through the smooth fabric of his jacket.

Sometimes, you even turn your head to the left, just to catch a glimpse of him, appreciating his side profile and flawless uniform. And Commander Parra has to pretend he doesn’t notice you watching.

#i wanted to write some smut but did this instead lmao #rodolfo parra x reader #cod fanfic #Rodolfo Parra fanfic #call of duty fanfic

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aleksa-sims · 6 months

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RL Simself Story ( 18+)

CW: Pregnancy, adult topics, cheating

I didn’t think I’d get so jealous. But it’s my own fault I would say. 😕Nobody forced me to come here, where my ex and his (Ex) -fiancée lived together...

Nico: Sorry. But I put away almost everything that was possible. Her furnishings I can’t just let disappear overnight.

Me: What?... Um, no! I-... I don’t mind those furniture she bought or all that stuff. It looks great. Tbh, this is perfect! I just wonder, why didn’t it look like this in our apartment back then? I couldn’t even buy a new couch, without you starting to discuss with me. But you allowed her to change everything here.

Nico: Didn’t you listen to me a few mins ago? She bought all this shit here without my permission. I had no idea about it! I was playing soccer abroad. And you got a new couch back then. Just remember how many times I painted the walls for you. Hm?

Me: All this here looks pretty expensive, compared to our apartment. I kind of feel like she’s.... like Isabella.🤑

Nico: Isabella?... Hell, no! ..And she’s not wealthy like Isabella, if that’s what you wanted to know. Actually, she’s like.... you. Self-conscious, anxious, indecisive, a bit shy and.... sad. 🫤

Me: You must have a weakness for depressed women, ha?

Nico: You know what I meant. But she's not hooked, she has other serious..... issues. Just she’s not as cute and hot as you are to me.

Me: Yea, sure.... I just don’t understand why you moved in with her? I mean, you have a house! A pretty big one! An apartment was not really necessary. 🤨

Nico: Excuse me?.. Why would I live with my mother? You and P. also had plans to move together. Why is it allowed for you, but not for me?... Yes, he told me you chose him, when I visited him at his fucking college. So I had to move away, to avoid the two of you! But this here isn't her place. I was here before she and I got....well, serious.

Me: Sorry. I didn’t mean to. And I didn’t really choose Philip. I thought I had it, but.... no. I lied to him and myself. I always felt bad about you and he too! That’s why it was so easy for me to fall in love with Daniel. Frankly... I was glad that it was over with Philip. I didn’t want anything to do with you two, after I was with him abroad. 😒

Nico: That wasn't my fault, his ... Natasha bitch. I never did such a shit to you. But to be clear, I’m not blaming you for my own mistake! I’m sorry I asked you to sleep with him. I never admitted it, but.. the first time I saw you & him together,..... I wanted to kill P. ... Yea, now it’s out. I was jealous. Even though that damn thing was my fucking idea.🤷‍♂️

Me: And still, you insisted that I continue.......Hm? You know? But that spa-weekend was pretty nice. We should definitely repeat this. Just the two of us, of course!! Without Philip...... So sorry, N.

Nico: And I'm sorry for being crazy. I was so stupid to share you with Philip and pass between the two of us. I thought that would help you and I trusted P. Never thought he’d take you away from me. I was sure you would choose me if necessary.

Me: I chose you, but I couldn’t tell anyone. I didn't want to hurt P., so I went nuts and told my Dad.🤦‍♀️I told him the last 3 weeks alone with P. were hard. He locked me up not to relapse... and that you couldn't leave me alone, bcs I started using. I said all this to him... I wanted my Dad to get me out of that mess. Not really, I just didn't know what to do?...I was so unhappy bcs you had to go back to Italy. And at the same time afraid to lose P. But my crazy Dad sent you away, not Philip.

A bit later....

Nico: That movie sucks, babe. You really wanna keep watching this crap?... I’d rather continue with you.😏

Me: I gotta tell you something... Something serious. (🍼🤰 )

Nico: Daniel?? 🙄

Me: Agh, no... Anyway, let's talk later. I want you, too N.

Nico: From now on, you stay with me.

Me: She didn't even really move out here.... but I'd love to stay with you. 🩷

Nico: Then you stay, babe. No time to waste. I have so many plans for you. But most importantly, you divorce Daniel.

Me: This time, I’m not questioning what you’re up to.. I’ll do whatever you want. Besides, I have plans for you too. (😬🍼) And Daniel took off anyway. He doesn't want me.

Nico: His mistake, my gain. Such an moron!

And that's N.'s (ex-) fiancée. Stephanie.🤨 Don’t worry, she didn’t catch us in bed!!! But she was there! I didn’t see her myself the moment she came. I was sleeping. Nico was up. She came by to pick up her stuff, he thought. But she also wanted to talk to him and did not intend to leave. He didn’t tell her I was in his bedroom, he just asked her to leave. Nico told me she was crying and wearing... sleepwear?

He seemed worried and was somehow.... weird to me after she showed up at his place. I had the feeling, he didn’t want me anymore? 😞 All though a few hours ago, he wanted me to stay with him. He wanted me to move in with him. You know? However, I asked him to drive me home to my parents. I had to change & shower, so yea, he dropped me at my parent's house and said, that he would pick me up in 2 hours. I was so relieved that he wanted to come back. I was afraid to lose him a second time. Besides, I was pregnant. I mean, I haven’t taken a test yet, but I just knew it. Something changed in my body, I could literally feel it. It was like the last time I was pregnant. And btw, I told Nico what happened to me last year, about this whole annoying issue with my contraception. He reacted totally relaxed. He said, if I want a baby, he wouldn’t use protection. I really didn’t expect that!! 😲 I knew Nico never wanted to have children. At least not at this point. I was about to tell him, I was very likely pregnant, but I wanted to take a test first, to be absolutely sure!! I was so happy about N.’s composure on this subject. I already imagined our future with our Baby and all this. 🩵 Just as I mentioned before, the next morning, all this seemed to be in danger, bcs of that girl, Stephanie. 😓

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#ts4 #sims 4 #sims 4 story #myrlgameplay #rl story #simself #cw pregnancy

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gimmethosedaddymilkers · 1 year

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Fighting Strength

Okok, this was a request from an anon reader, who wanted a female reader with arthur who’s taller and stronger, you better believe this is gonna be a lil NSFW Y’all

It’s gonna be goodddd

Or at least, I hope it’s good, let me know what you think!

I apologize things are taking so long y’all I promise I’m still real!

Warnings: NSFW, manhandling, female reader i think thats pretty much it so minors DNI

Tags: @photo1030 @kieropal @mrsarthurmorgan7 @6kaja9 @pcotarelo @cantchoosejust1

Lets go people

Arthur sincerely hoped that you wouldn’t notice him staring at you.

You were something, that was for sure.

You were, for a lack of better words, huge.

Taller than him by a few inches, which made you at least 6′ 4″ and you seemed to be stronger than him too.

Granted that didn’t mean that he wasn’t strong, he knew that, but you?

It almost seemed like you were throwing your weight around on purpose, just to prove you were stronger.

Every time he looked you seemed to be carrying two hay bales, or three bags of feed.

Somehow you managed to be so large and strong, yet elegant and beautiful all at the same time and something about it made his pants a little tighter than they had been previously.

He found himself staring at you more often than not, and he hated it.

He felt awful, he didn’t want you to feel as though you were some kind of freak, or that you were out of place, or hell that he didn’t like you, it was the exact opposite of that.

He just had no way of approaching you.

I mean, what would he do?

His confidence was real, yes, but you? You were enough to put fear in his eyes.

Little did he know that you felt the same kind of...lust for him as he felt for you.

He was a strong man, and even though you were stronger than him, that turned you on. Not only that but he was a handsome man, a handsome man with a good head on his shoulders. It wasn’t just his looks that drove you to him.

The showing off around camp was part of your plan to attempt to get him to talk to you.

It didn’t seem to be working though, and at this point you were starting to believe that he just didn’t have any interest in you.

You placed down the last bale of hay that you’d been carrying and sigh before heading towards the fire, waving simple hellos to people who nodded towards you.

The fire was warm and welcoming, and after doing all your chores the warmth was comforting, a warm bath would have been nicer, but it was better than having nothing.

You sigh and quietly place your hand on your cheek, watching the fire crackle, listening to the others around you.

“Hey, uh...Miss L/N?”

You turn your head to look up at Arthur, feeling as though he could read your mind sometimes. He often had a habit of showing up around you after you’d spent time thinking about him.

You offer him a smile closing your eyes as you look up at him.

“Hi Arthur, whaddya need?”

“Oh...I...I guess I don’t really need nothin’, I jus’....I was wonderin’ if maybe you’d take a walk with me?”

“Of course, you sound serious, did I do something?”

“No, no, nothin’ like that, I jus’ wanna talk to ya, thats all.”

You smile and nod before standing, and watch as Arthur’s eyes follow your face.

You were taller than him, of course only by a few inches, but sometimes it was still so funny to you when you stood right next to him.

He was such a large man, and an intimidating one too, seeing him look at you with almost these kind of puppy dog eyes was always just so....funny to you.

He gestures towards the entrance of camp, and begins to walk that way, you matched his stride evenly and kept by his side.

As the two of you got a little further away from camp you listen as Arthur takes a deep sigh, and you look at him, furrowing your brow.

“Are you alright?”

“Course I am, I’m always alright, I just...I’m thinkin’ I wanna ask ya somethin’, but I jus’...I really don’t know how to go about it.”

“Well, I...what is it Arthur? You know I’m not gonna judge you.” You chuckle quietly and place your hand on his shoulder.

“I know, I know, but...well this it’s...this is different.”

You swallow, a sudden feeling beginning to bubble up in your stomach, warm and fuzzy almost.

Was he finally going to say something?

You give a little gasp and then grab both his shoulders, twisting him to face you.

Without thinking you pull him to you and crash your lips to his, catching him off guard, but after only a moment his lips match yours, and his hands slowly find themselves on your waist.

You break from him and realize what you’ve done, a heat covering your face.

“I....I’m sorry Arthur, I didn’t- I wasn’t thinking-”

“No, no I-”

“I shouldn’t have done that-”

“I liked it-”

“You didn’t even get to say what you wanted to say-”

“I was gonna tell ya I’m sweet on ya!” Arthur spits out. You blink, looking at him, unsure as to if he was kidding around with you or not.

“Arthur...I you....” You swallow trying to figure out how to say what you wanted to without sounding slightly creepy.

“I wanted to do that,” He swallows and looks up at you, a small bit of red haze coming over his face. “I just didn’t know how to go about it. I ain’t ever been...I’ve never been so attracted to someone...so much....you’re so much stronger than I am, taller than me...it’s...it’s kinda strange, I....somethin' about you bein' so strong yourself, you don't need me, you don't need to have me around to do things for you....somethin' about that is just....amazin'."

He stops a moment and breathes.

"I've been thinkin' and thinkin', tryin' to ignore all this, but its just gotten to a point I just....I had to say somethin', and...that was one hell of a kiss."

“Just because I’m taller and...stronger doesn’t mean I think any less of you, in fact, your strength is one of the things that makes me attracted to you.” You mumble. “It’s like torture watching you carry in deer from hunting.”

“Are you kiddin’ me, what the hell do you think it is for me, you walkin’ around camp, throwin’ hay bales like it ain’t nothin’!” He swings a lazy arm back towards camp. “I usually like to be in charge, but damnit, watchin’ you do that...” He seems embarrassed for a moment and looks to his feet.

“It makes me wish you’d throw me around like that.”

The words come out in nearly a whisper.

You blink again, confused, and then feel a heat flood through your body.

“Arthur...I...you...are you saying that you want....you want me to be...you...”

“Yeah.”

The two of you stare at each other for a moment before the two of you grab each other’s faces, crashing your lips against one another’s for a second time.

Arthur’s hands trail over you, your sides, starting at your hips, making their way upwards, a touch so desperate that you begin to wonder just how long he’s felt this way.

He pulls away from you, only a few moments later, looking up at you while his breathing tries to steady itself.

“Y/N...I...you wanna take this to a hotel?”

You think about it for a a moment, only a moment, but your response comes out quicker than you realize.

The ride to the hotel was nearly torture for the two of you, stealing glances at one another as you rode next to each other.

“Yes.”

You could practically see the bulge in Arthur’s pants there, the thought of you doing what you wanted to do to him.

Getting into the hotel Arthur nearly tossed the money at the owner and headed up the stairs with you following as quickly as he could manage.

As soon as that door closed, you let your desires take over, and it appeared he did to.

Arthur was not a submissive man.

Not at all.

In fact he was the opposite, but with you?

It appeared at least this once, maybe a few more times in the future, he wanted you to be in charge.

Your hands were on him without much thought, it was almost instinctual, like breathing.

You kiss him deeply, and of course he returns it, for a second the two of you fight against one another, who would lead, who would follow.

Arthur stops fighting for leadership, for dominance when you place your hand against his throat, which forces a near whimper out of his body, that’s muffled by your lips.

He tries to get your shirt off, and being kind, you allow him to take it off, but as soon as he’s managed to get it removed you shove him onto the foot of the bed, watching as he looks up at you from where he’s now sitting.

His chest is red, you can see the color peeking out from the few unbuttoned parts of his collar. His face too, along with his ears.

He’s panting, waiting for you to do something.

You step closer, and sneak your foot against his, kicking his legs apart.

He simply swallows and watches, letting you do as you please.

You lean over him, and kiss his neck, moving your hand towards the growing tent that’s made itself present.

Gently palming him causes him to grunt in your ear, a sound that sends even more heat to the center of you.

It’s low, and nearly primal.

You kiss his jaw, right next to his ear, listening as he mumbles something under his breath, feeling and watching as he starts to squirm under your touch, his hips slightly bucking into your hand and his heart beating faster than it should be.

“Darlin’...please...” His voice is a whine now, hoping that maybe it will push you give him the help he needs. He leans his head back a little as you kiss further.

“Aw...Arthur, are you getting impatient?”

“Stop teasin’ me...please Darlin’ I jus’...please, I wanna....Darlin’-”

“Alright....I’ll help you Arthur, but first-”

You grab his hand, and lead it towards your own jeans, and manage to stick it under your waistband, smiling to yourself as Arthur does take the lead, at least for this.

His finger dips into you, and you let a sigh escape, he seems to know what to do, despite you not saying a word.

It’s as if he can read your body better than you.

It’s only a moment or two of this that you can handle before you yourself feel impatient.

You unbuckle his belt, and just as quickly unzip and unbutton his jeans, pulling his pants down just far enough to let his dick out.

“Scoot Arthur, further up the bed.”

He does what he’s told, quickly, easily, without hesitation.

You pull your pants off as quickly as you can, watching as Arthur tries to discreetly lick his fingers clean.

You move over him, straddling his hips, and settling yourself down on his cock, watching as his face contorts, and he tilts his head back against the mattress.

“Jesus Sweetheart....”

You chuckle slightly, and wait for a moment, allowing yourself to stretch.

He was bigger than you expected, but nothing you couldn’t handle.

“How long has it been Arthur?”

“Jesus...I don’t know...” He mumbles, keeping his eyes closed. “Jus’...look right now all I know is I want you to do whatever you wanna do to me...I don’t care how loud I am, how loud you are, I don’t care how rough you are, jus’...fuck....”

He swallows and his hands find your thighs, keeping purchase there.

“I want...fuck darlin’ jus’...I told you, throw me around, take charge, jus’ this once.”

You raise your eyebrows as you look at him.

Such a large man, a dominating man in his everyday life, yet here he was, nearly begging you.

You let a smile come over your face and gently rock your hips, Arthur’s hands sticking to your thighs like glue.

Up, back, down, forwards, guiding you the way he needs, and surprisingly the way you need.

His head leans against the bed behind him and he lets another long low groan flee from his lips.

It's one of relief, finally feeling you around him, like he's wanted to for so long.

You gently bring your hand to his throat again, and give a squeeze, which brings a grunt forth.

He looks at you almost defiantly, yet you can see that he's enjoying it, that look is only covering for the one underneath it.

His hips buck up hard into you as he stares into your eyes, and a smirk comes over his face as he watches yours contort.

“I’m supposed to be in charge here.” You murmur. “Not you.”

“Then do somethin’ about it Princess.”

“Do it again and I’ll have to restrain you...”

He clenches his jaw, and again, thrusts upwards, keeping eye contact the whole time.

You grab his hands, prying them off your thighs, and bringing them above his head, you grab his wrists with one hand, and stare him in the face.

“Now you don’t get to touch.”

He simply flares his nostrils at you, and you again start to rock your hips against him, and after a moment you realize that he knows he’s made a mistake.

You can feel his arms tense, and he scrunches his nose up as you continue.

“I’m sorry-” He gets the words out before a small groan escapes him. “I wanna touch-”

“You should have thought about that before you did that.”

“Princess-”

You cut him off with a kiss, and then lean against his chest, before you begin to move your hips faster, listening as he nearly whimpers against your lips.

His hips move against yours, involuntarily this time, instinctually, in an effort to get what he needed.

He fights against your hands, yet he can’t break from your grip, and as much as he’s fighting against it you know he likes it.

The sound of his grunts against your lips is enough to tell.

After a moment, you stop, an idea coming to your mind.

You pull away from Arthur and offer a smirk to him.

“I’ll let you touch me Arthur, but because I need you to tap me twice, if you need to breathe.”

“What the hell are you talkin’ about?”

You let go of his hands and they go straight to your thighs again, and follow as you lift yourself from his cock, and move yourself, placing your opening over his face, and then gently settle yourself down.

He squeezes your thighs tightly, and you feel his tongue flick inside of you, and let out a small moan.

Gently you move against his face as he continues to move his tongue in ways that made your skin tingle, made your body warm up, and made you release noises louder than you were planning on letting out.

He hums, and it feels delightful, fantastic, you have no idea who taught him this, but he knew what he was doing, and for that you’re grateful.

You reach between your legs and tangle your hand in his hair, feeling the groan he lets free, and you ride his face just a little faster.

He squeezes your thighs harder and helps guide you as you move, helps push you as you go.

After a moment one of his hands leaves your thigh, and you look behind you where it disappears to only to see him trying to get a little bit of pleasure himself, taking his cock in his hand, giving it a few languid strokes.

For a moment you think about stopping him, but the thought is driven out of your head as he hits a spot so perfect you might as well have forgotten your own name.

You pull his hair a little harder, and squeeze your thighs as you try to keep a constant movement, you’re sure he’s drowning, but he hasn’t tapped twice, or once for that matter.

You can tell that you’re almost to your breaking point when he does tap your thigh twice, and you move to let him breathe.

You smack his hand away from his cock and settle your settle yourself back down on it, looking Arthur in the face, he’s covered in your slick and you watch as he licks his lips clean, and takes a few deep breaths, trying to steady himself.

“I saw that.” You look him in the eyes. “I didn’t say you could touch yourself did I?”

“Didn’t stop me did you?”

“I was a little preoccupied-”

“That seems like it’s your problem then ain’t it Sugar?”

You snort and then move your hips again, tired of talking, you had been so close to finishing, before.

He brings his hands to your chest, rather than your thighs like before, slipping his hands beneath your shirt, a smile covering his lips as he feels your breasts, and thrusts to match your rhythm.

It doesn’t take much longer before Arthur’s hips begin to get erratic, and you know that he’s close to finishing himself.

“Darlin’...” He leans his head against the bed again, and his hands trail downwards, resting against your stomach.

“I know Arthur, I am too.”

He grunts in response, and he grips your waist tightly as the two of you chase your climaxes.

Only moments later you feel yourself come loose, and clench around him, letting out a noise that spurs Arthur further, and brings a groan out of his body.

“Darlin, you....need...move...”

You get what he’s saying even in the state you’re in, your heart beating loudly in your ears and your breathing trying to catch up.

You move off of him, and just in time as he finishes against your thigh with another loud groan.

“Jesus Christ...”

You watch as his chest rises and falls quickly, trying to catch his breath, he reaches out for you, and manages to find your hand, pulling you gently towards him.

“Lay with me Darlin’, please?”

“Of course, you silly man.”

You climb next to him and lay your head on his chest, listening to his heart as it tries to slow down.

“That was...I ain’t never had someone do that with me...” He mumbles. “I mean....the face thing.”

“I’ve never done it either, I just...thought about it.”

Arthur chuckles.

“Well, I liked that, next time though, I’ll be in charge...”

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Daring Escape

Summary: Santiago and Yu escape Scarabia during the winter break training camp.

Word count: 3.9k

Warnings: none, I think

A/N: Basically, it’s Book 4 chapters 19-22 but my version. Lots of dialogue taken from the game. Alsoooo it’s been a hot second since I wrote this and I barely revised it so. Yeah :)

Tagging: @thehollowwriter since I believe you may be interested :))

“Man,” Santiago whines, arms behind his head, “I’m beat. And to think we still gotta go on patrol now? I was born to fly, not this!”

His roommate sighs. “It can’t be helped. Housewarden’s orders.” He fiddles with the whistle around his neck. “There’s probably gonna be another escape tonight, so keep your eyes peeled… We don’t wanna get chewed out for missing someone.”

“Uh-huh.”

Just then, Santiago’s eyes catch on the door of a normally-vacant room—the one currently home to the alchemy TA. One hand falls to the keyring around his belt almost subconsciously.

Tonight’s the perfect night to hopefully get him on board and get the hell out of here.

“Hey,” Santiago says suddenly, smiling innocently. “I just had this idea—we should probably split up for now, since our patrol extends down this entire wing of the dorm. How about you go ahead to the other side while I keep an eye out here so we can catch any escapees more quickly?”

“But if it turns into a fight, we won’t have each other to fight with. We’ll just be on our own,” points out his roommate.

Santiago scoffs. “I mean, that’s what all the magic training has been for, right? I’m sure we’ll be fine.”

“But…” His roommate hesitates, then finally acquiesces with a reluctant “If you say so” before walking away.

Once he’s out of sight, Santiago smirks to himself.

That was way too easy. Santiago 1, dormmates 0.

Yu is lying in bed, staring vacantly up at the ceiling, when he hears it. The synchronized mental ping of a system notification and something being inserted into the keyhole of his door.

[ NEW OBJECTIVE: SANTIAGO wants to talk. Hear him out and make your choice. ]

What?

But before Yu can question it, the door is already silently hinging open and he has to quickly swipe away the notification pop-up.

Santiago slips in and quickly closes the door behind him. “Hey,” he says quietly, with a sheepish grin; for some reason, much more bearable than his usual one.

“What do you want?” asks Yu coldly, arms crossed.

“Whoa!” Santiago holds up his hands. “No need to get hostile with me. Listen, I heard about your escape attempt from the other day. I can help you actually get out of here.”

Yu stares at him in disbelief. “...Are you kidding me? Aren’t you the one who’s been sucking up to Jamil and Kalim the whole time?” A pause. “Unless this whole time you were doing it to make your life more bearable…”

“See, you get me,” whisper-exclaims Santiago, aiming finger guns at the TA. “Between that and the desire for freedom, I can already tell we’re birds of a feather.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I’m being serious!” Santiago insists. His arms fall back to his sides, one hand playing with the keyring attached to his belt. “If that’s not enough to convince you… well, uh… I’m a Scarabia student. I know the layout of this place way better than you do, and I have a vague plan in mind, so escaping will be a walk in the park. Plus, all the guys I room with have been strugglin’, and…” He trails off, looking more and more uncomfortable.

“So you’ve got a guilty side,” Yu says bluntly.

“Nothing like that! I just don’t wanna live like this anymore.” Santiago detaches the keyring and dangles it at Yu. “Listen, we don’t have much time, so what’ll it be? Freedom or more pain until the end of winter break?”

Yu hesitates.

On one hand, this could go super wrong… and we’ll receive an even worse punishment if we’re caught. On the other…

A certain bespectacled sophomore in Yu’s debt comes to mind. Slowly, the corners of his mouth tug upwards in a small smirk.

“On second thought, I’ll take your offer,” replies Yu, standing up and straightening his clothes. “So long as you let me choose our destination. After all, if you need help, I know just the person to go to.”

Santiago shrugs. “Sounds fair enough. Anywhere’s better than here right now, so let’s go.”

They step out into the hallway as quietly as they can, abandoned and desolate as it is at this time of night. Santiago locks the door behind him and turns to Yu.

“Okay, here’s the plan,” he whispers. “We’re gonna head to one of the storerooms, and from there—”

“Santiago?”

At the end of the hallway stands someone Yu recognizes as one of Santiago’s friends, staring at them and looking thoroughly betrayed. Santiago and Yu flinch in unison.

“Are you trying to help him escape?” asks the roommate. “You kidding me?! You just said you’d keep an eye out for escape attempts!”

��Listen,” Santiago attempts, “there’s a perfectly rational explanation for thi—”

FWEEEET!

His roommate takes the whistle around his neck and blows like his life depends on it, creating an ear-piercingly high-pitched noise that has footsteps approaching in seconds.

Santiago curses under his breath. “Yu, you’d better be clear for running now, ‘cause we’re gonna need to do a lot of it. And make a whole lotta detours.”

“I’ll try my best,” Yu mutters nervously.

“Great. So let’s SCRAM!” Santiago grabs Yu and dashes in the direction opposite of his roommate and the approaching stampede.

They wind around corners and decorations, stumbling on carpets and whatnot. There’s a lot of scrambling to lose the mob. Occasionally, Santiago has to pull Yu into a duck or vice versa to avoid a stray shot of magic trying to paralyze them.

“Almost there!” Santiago whisper-shouts as they make a sharp turn into a less well-lit hallway. “They haven’t made the corner yet; let’s hide and let ‘em pass us by!”

Right after saying that, he quickly pulls Yu past the grand doors of what seems to be a storeroom. They work together to quickly push the doors shut just in time. From outside comes the roar of rapid footsteps and shouts—

“Where’d they go? Split up and find them!”

“Show yourselves, street rats!”

After a few moments of being pressed up against the door, Yu hears the footsteps fade away.

“Phew,” he breathes, slumping against the ornate doorframe. “I think they’re gone.”

“Yeah, we’re pretty much golden from here on out,” Santiago agrees, panting heavily. “Coulda been struck by magic at any point back there… I thought you’d be meeker, but thanks for having my back.”

“Yeah, well… you’re not as bad as I thought you were,” Yu admits. “Anyway, let’s focus on that once we get outta here. They could always come back. What’s the plan from this point on?”

“Right.” Santiago flicks his magic pen and a soft, auburn light emits from the magestone at its end. “We’re in Kalim’s treasury—he’s taken me here a few times, hehe. What I’m looking for should be somewhere around here—ah!” He points at the carpet hopping over to them on its tassels. “There. Our ticket out of here.”

“Is that a… flying carpet?” Yu wonders. “Kalim really is rich…”

“Which is why this dorm is one of the best,” boasts Santiago. “I get to see stuff like this almost every day.”

“Mhm. I don’t think I could cope with it, to be honest, but that’s not what we’re here for.”

“Yeah.” Santiago kneels and pats the carpet. “Hey, buddy. You must be going stir-crazy too, huh? Why don’t we get outta here together?”

The carpet hops eagerly. It adjusts so it’s flat, hovering and ready to be boarded. Yu and Santiago share a grin in the dim light.

“Let’s blow this joint,” Santiago exclaims, sitting on the carpet and extending a hand to help Yu on. The TA settles down, holding onto the edge securely. He leans over to whisper something to the carpet, and they’re zipping off within seconds.

Maybe it’s the adrenaline of fleeing that keeps him from fearing this height.

“I see our pursuers down there,” Yu points out as they leave the main Scarabia building, hearing the shouts of indignant students on patrol.

“Heh.” Santiago leans over the edge of the carpet to shout, “Maybe you all oughta learn how to fly first if you wanna catch us!”

Yu huffs out a laugh before turning away and keeping his eyes trained forward. The carpet is headed straight for the entrance/exit mirror, perfectly according to his request.

“Soooo… I forgot to ask, but where are we headed?” Santiago asks, turning back around. “I saw you whisper something to the carpet just now...”

They pass through the mirror and into the Hall

Yu smiles cryptically. “I hope you’re okay with a change of scenery. I’d argue it’s the most drastic from what Scarabia has to offer.”

Santiago stares at him for a few moments, then sputters. “Wait, don’t tell me—”

The magic carpet crosses the hall and passes straight through into the Octavinelle mirror.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me!” Santiago squawks as they zoom through the underwater hallways. “When you said to let you choose the destination, I didn’t think it’d be, y’know, Octavinelle!”

“Who else would that person who could help us be?” Yu questions him, snickering. “It’s fine. Anyway, calm down. You gotta look your best when seeking an audience at the Lounge.”

They burst through the double doors of the Mostro Lounge then. It comes as quite a surprise to the eel twins standing at the bar, both dressed to the nines in their dorm uniforms.

“Well, well, well.” Jade recovers remarkably quickly, smiling and clasping his hands together as Yu and Santiago hop off the magic carpet. “What have we here? Patrons in need of a midnight snack?”

“Aww. I was hoping I’d get to squeeze a burglar or two, but it’s just Koi and Parrotfish,” whines Floyd. “Now I can’t squeeze anyone.”

“Hello to you, too,” grumbles Yu before elbowing Santiago, who has just been staring fearfully at the twins.

“What are you doing here?” is all the bird beastman manages. “Also, where’s Chrysos?”

“You’d think he’d be in the loop by now,” Floyd mutters. “We can’t go home right now. Coral Sea’s frozen over.”

“Chrysos has been… unable to return home either, so he’s here with us,” adds Jade.

Santiago’s shoulders relax. “Oh, thank the Seven! I thought I was gonna go straight from one prison to the next, but at least there’s some kind of familiarity still here…”

I’m pretty sure Chrysos would not say the same about you were he in your shoes right now, Yu thinks.

Jade’s eyes widen with unabashed interest. “Prison? Would you care to elaborate, perhaps?”

“Also…” Floyd circles around the partner-in-crime duo to poke at the magic carpet. “What’s this rectangular flounder-lookin’ thingy?”

“Ah. Come to think of it, it looks a lot like Kalim’s magic carpet,” Jade remarks. “Could it be…”

Their conversation is rudely halted in its tracks with the sound of imminent footfalls. The doors to the Mostro Lounge burst open once more, passed through by none other than two Scarabia students.

“There’s no escape for you now, thieves!” shouts one.

“Surrender quietly!” exclaims the other, pointing his magic pen at Santiago and Yu.

“Ghk—” Yu steps back and accidentally bumps into Floyd (he somehow half-circled around him again??), who puts a hand on his shoulder to stop both of them from tripping. “They followed us all the way here?!”

“How stubborn can you get?” groans Santiago.

“Tsk, tsk.”

Everyone falls silent when polished shoes clack against the ground, an undeniable and recognizable noise. Azul himself emerges from the employee doors, adjusting his gloves with a disdainfully neutral expression. Chrysos follows not far behind him.

“What’s all the commotion at this late hour?” Azul implores.

The second Scarabia student gapes. “You’re—you’re the housewarden of Octavinelle…!”

“That, I am.” Azul glances down at them with his chin held high. “Since you have your pens drawn, would you care to explain just what’s going on here?”

“It’s none of Octavinelle’s business,” states the other Scarabia student. “Just quietly hand over those two”—he jerks his head at Santiago and Yu—“and we’ll leave as quickly as we came.”

Azul’s calculating gaze shifts to the escapees, who are looking back at him with varying levels of nervousness and determination.

Come on, Azul, Yu mentally pleads. Don’t fail me now.

The housewarden hums to himself thoughtfully.

“If you refuse to hand them over, you’ll be an accessory to their wrongdoing as well,” continues the more confident Scarabia student.

“Is that so?” Azul challenges.

Floyd huffs. “Seriously, are you small fry tryin’ to yank our tails here? Who do you even think you’re talking to?”

The Scarabia students bristle. “You—”

“Ah, ah, ah.” Elegantly, with an air of refined confidence, Azul holds up a hand. “There will be no fighting in the Mostro Lounge. This is a place for gentlemen.”

His eyes flit towards the intruders.

“That being said… I believe there is plenty of room for ‘delivering.’ Jade, Floyd. Show these ill-mannered patrons the door. Chrysos, lend them a hand.”

“As you wish,” Jade replies, all too happily, at the same time that Floyd delightfully says, “On it.”

The twins advance on the two Scarabia students, pulling out their magical pens while smiling all the while. Chrysos, rolling up his sleeves, is quick to follow.

“I’ll help them out. It’ll be good stress relief,” decides Santiago, marching straight into the fray.

“In that case…” Azul adjusts his glasses and turns to Yu. “Why don’t we find a quieter spot to discuss what’s brought you here, Yu?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” Yu answers dryly, gesturing Azul on with a flourish. “Lead the way.”

“So, there’s been Scarabian infighting recently, you say? On top of a ridiculous training regimen set by their housewarden?” When Yu nods, Azul brings a hand to his own chin in thought. “Interesting. I didn’t think Kalim had it in him…”

“Well, neither did I, and I literally see him every single day,” Santiago says. “I mean, people don’t just change that abruptly, right? There’s gotta be some kind of gradual shift first!”

Jade sets down a tray of tea for Azul. “I find myself compelled to agree. In the past year, Kalim has never once failed to be his authentic, happy self—such a drastic change is concerning.”

“S’hard to imagine Sea Otter being all tyrant-like,” Floyd agrees with a lazy smile.

“And Vice Housewarden Jamil has his hands full trying to deal with it all,” adds Yu. He shakes his head. “I can’t believe we can’t even reach out to Crowley right now, so people like him have to do this all on their own…”

“Right?!” Santiago sighs, leaning back on the couch. “Jamil’s cool and competent, I meant it when I said that, but leaving all this on him is a bit much… Especially when it’s hard to find guys like him here.”

That’s when they notice the sophomores have fallen silent and are sharing a certain, unreadable look. Yu glances over at Chrysos, who shrugs—clearly not in the loop either.

That’s odd…

“By chance, is there something we don’t know about Jamil?” Yu asks cautiously, uncertainly.

Azul frowns, propping his elbows up on his desk and lacing his fingers together. “What we know is little more than what you have just provided us. Not only am I in his class, but I share a number of electives with Jamil, so our paths cross frequently.” His eyes narrow, upper lip pressed to his tented hands in thought. “Santiago’s right, in that Jamil… well, Yu, I’m sure you’ve noticed this whenever our class has alchemy. He’s demure and poised, never ventures any opinions of his own.”

“Yeah… Yeah. You’re right. He never raises his hand or anything,” recalls Yu. “I mean, not that that’s uncommon, but it feels weird for someone competent enough to be a vice housewarden to never reveal their hand in intellect.”

Floyd nods slowly. “And he plays like a goody-goody in the Basketball Club, too. I had no clue he was Scarabia’s vice, though, ‘cause I don’t pay much attention to other dorms.”

“And now he’s struggling within his own dorm?” Azul relaxes his hands and leans back in his chair, crossing his legs. “This looks like the perfect chance for me to offer him my aid.”

“Wait, what?” Santiago leaps from his seat. “What about us? Y’know, Yu and me? Are you gonna help us?”

Chrysos kicks him in the shin, drawing out a pained yelp.

“Don’t get your feathers in a twist, jeez,” says Floyd.

“Yeah. We came here for his help, and Azul wouldn’t go back on his word,” Yu claims. He looks over at the housewarden. “Right, Azul?”

Their eyes meet for a moment, neutral yellow on deep-sea blue, and a sense of understanding passes between them.

“Of course. I’ll have you know that the last few incidents have left me a changed man,” declares Azul. “I sincerely want to help as many as I can, so does it not stand to reason that I’d also want to assist Jamil and Scarabia as a whole as well?”

“…Okay,” Santiago replies, relenting. “Fine.”

“I’m glad we’re on the same page. Now—” Azul beckons Jade and Floyd closer with a hand. “Floyd, see our Scarabian guest to his temporary room for the night. Jade, prepare some gifts for tomorrow. As for Chrysos and Yu…”

He smiles as the other three exit the VIP lounge, glasses glinting in the low light.

“Why don’t we briefly discuss what we’ll bring to the proverbial table tomorrow?”

“Are you seriously trusting them?” whispers Santiago as they head to the Hall of Mirrors the next morning. His eyes dart from Jade, to Floyd, to Azul, and then to Chrysos. “I mean…”

“It’s fine,” Yu assures him. “Azul owes me. Besides, don’t you want to help those guys out? This is basically our only shot.”

“Ugh…” Santiago crosses his arms. “It’s more about my own freedom, but…”

Yu just smiles at him. “Sure, that’s what it is.”

Suddenly, hands come to clamp down on both of their shoulders—Jade’s on Santiago’s and Floyd’s on Yu’s. Although it’s just for show, it really gives off the impression that they’re prisoners being herded to their executions.

“Look sharp, boys,” Azul commands, stepping in front to lead while Chrysos picks up the rear. “We have a whole dorm in need of our benevolence.”

He twirls his scepter and walks through the Scarabia mirror with long, confident strides.

“Well, Li’l Koi?” Floyd cheerfully taps his fingers against Yu’s shoulders.

“Let’s do this,” Yu says firmly with a nod, letting Floyd take and guide him through to the other side.

“I still can’t believe Santiago took Crewel’s TA and fled to Octavinelle,” mutters one of the Scarabia students from the previous night, standing in the shade of the entrance pillars.

“And they stole the magic carpet,” points out the other. “If the housewarden finds out about this…” He groans and buries his face in his hands. “What are we gonna do?”

“I think we should take it to Vice Housewarden Jamil, for starters—”

“Hello, gentlemen.” Azul, with a pleasant smile, steps in between the two students. “Mind if we pop by?”

“Sheesh, it’s hot here,” Floyd drawls, he and Jade herding Yu and Santiago in. “Feels like the middle of summer.”

“It’s a rather pleasant place to be during winter break,” Jade remarks. Chrysos nods in agreement.

“Y-You…!” The Scarabia students stammer. “You’re the Octavinelle guys who gave us a thrashing last night!”

“What do you want from Scarabia?” demands the more confident one.

“Allow me to apologize,” Azul begins, tipping his hat and adding a level of dramatic remorse to his tone. “At first glance, it appeared that you were bullying these defenseless young men. I stood up for them on the spot out of the kindness of my heart…” He side-eyes Yu. “…but upon hearing their story from the TA, it became more apparent to me that these two were thieves who had made off with Scarabia’s treasured magic carpet. Thus, I’ve decided to take personal responsibility for my mistake by apprehending the two criminals and returning your precious magical artifact to its rightful owner.”

He’s still really good at twisting situations to his advantage.

On cue, the carpet flies past Azul and loops around to hop eagerly by the Scarabia students.

“Rgh…” Santiago shifts uncomfortably until Jade’s hold, looking every bit the part of a guilty thief caught red-handed.

The first student looks to be at a loss for words. “W-Well, uh…”

“Thank you for the… help…” continues the second one awkwardly.

That’s when Jamil, crossing the long path to the entrance mirror area, shows up. “Guys, it’s about time for morning training. If you’re late, the housewarden will…” He notices the whole Octavinelle party, then, and his eyes widen considerably. “Gh—?!”

“Why, Jamil!” Azul walks forward to positively beam at the vice housewarden. “Hello, there. How have you been?”

“Azul Ashengrotto… as well as the Leech twins and Chrysos Pendentif,” Jamil notes, squinting a bit. “What are you doing here?”

Jade nods respectfully to him. “Our home is hardly hospitable during the wintertime—”

“—so we spend our holidays in the dorm!” Floyd finishes, sharing a smile with his twin.

“Wh…” Jamil tries to keep his composure, despite his obvious floundering. “What?”

Azul chuckles before tapping his scepter against the ground. “By the way, where might Kalim be? I’m here to return his magic carpet to him.”

“Er, ah… If you need to deliver something, I’ll take it,” Jamil replies, answering and dodging the question in one move.

“I couldn’t possibly ask you to do that,” insists Azul. “This magic carpet is on par with national treasures. If it were discovered to be damaged later, Octavinelle would be held liable—and we can’t have that, can we? I would prefer to hand it to Kalim in person as a show of goodwill and have him assess its condition first-hand.”

“Kalim wouldn’t care even if it was damaged,” mutters Jamil under his breath, before trying his best to put on a casual smile. “Let me take it off your hands, okay?”

“Worry not!” Azul places a hand over his heart, looking as sincere as he possibly could. “I won’t even ask for my standard twenty-percent finder’s fee.”

“Please,” adds Jade. “Consider it our way of apologizing for our uncouth treatment towards Scarabia last night.”

Floyd continues to add insult to injury—“We even brought seafood pizza as a present. It’d be such a shame if it went cold, right?”

“And the more there to help watch the escapees the better,” argues Chrysos as well.

“The point is,” Azul says, “I would much prefer to deliver it in person. Kalim’s awake by now, I trust?”

Jamil shakes his head furiously. “No, really, he’s not up for any—”

Azul walks right by him and descends the steps to Scarabia’s long, carpeted walkway.

“—hey! You can’t just barge in, Azul!”

As Jamil chases after the Octavinelle housewarden, the eel twins turn to their quarry.

“Shall we?” Jade ventures, ever-polite.

“You’d better keep up,” sing-songs Floyd.

Yu nods with forced confidence. “I’ll do my best.”

As they’re herded to follow Jamil and Azul in, Santiago mumbles, “These Octavinelle guys are so pushy when they wanna be…”

“It’s nice to not be on the receiving end of it, for once,” Yu admits.

Santiago nods reluctantly, clearly not entirely in agreement but not having the time to argue either.

After all, the doors of Scarabia and the execution of their plan await them.

#kai’s writing #twisted wonderland #twst #twst oc #yuusona #santiago parro #chrysos pendentif #jade leech #floyd leech #azul ashengrotto #jamil viper #the whole gang is here!#canon rewrite #i just… got a little silly haha #not much happens here but i just wanted to post it #mobile post so formatting weird

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stefanmikaleson1864 · 2 years

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I’m Gonna Be

OA Zidan / Reader

A/ Also please listen to this song while you read that part because it truly sets the mood. Also I don’t own the lyrics to the song used

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yJ6wJqaE6o4 link to the song

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Y/N’s POV

“Are you sure you want me to come with you I mean this a big deal” You asked .

Omar looked over at you and smiled at you. The two of you were currently enjoying the weekend off by doing nothing.

OA didn’t say anything to you he just rolled over and threw his whole entire body on you. He looked down at you and kissed you which you happily returned the favor.

“Mmmm your right I changed my mind I don’t want to be seen with you” OA said

“See no problem because I don’t wanna ruin my cred by seeing with you either” You said laughing.

“Baby come on I’m trying to be serious right now” OA said

“I thought you were being serious by saying you don’t want me to go” You said

“Come on now” OA said with a more sternness in his voice.

“Yes sir” You said leaning in and kissing him.

He wasn’t falling for it though and quickly pulled away and you pouted at him.

“Fineee I’ll go with you what do I even wear to something like that” You said.

“Well it’s a military ball so I’m going to let you figure that out” OA said.

“So rude to me” You said playfully slapping his chest.

“Ouch that hurt” OA said.

He grabbed your hands and pinned them over your head and he leaned down and kissed you hard and deep.

You kissed him back getting lost in the moment. Suddenly OA pulled away and got up off you leaving the bed.

“Wait where are you going” You asked in a whining sad voice.

“As much as I would love to stay I can’t I got some stuff I have to take care of” OA said

“What the hell do you have to do”

‘Thats my business so now if you will excuse me” OA said throwing his shirt on you

“Enjoy this it’s something for you to remember me while I’m gone” OA said

He then turned his whole body around and flexed his muscles.

You just rolled your eyes at him.

“So sweet and very considerate of you” You said.

OA walked out the room and started taking a shower to get ready wherever he was going. You just turned your attention to the TV and put on your fave TV show.

OA was done a few minutes later and he threw on a hoodie and some sweats. Men always take a minute to get dressed it’s annoying.

“Bye baby I’ll call you when I’m on my way home” OA said walking over to you and pecking you on the lips.

“Bye have fun with what ever your going to do” You said.

OA left at that and you were every confused on what he was out there doing. I mean that was so random that he just up and left.

You tried paying attention to the TV but your mind kept wandering back to that Military Ball.

You knew it was coming up but for some reason you didn’t think OA would want to go. You guys had been dating for about 3 years now and he never went.

He was invited every year but he always said it wasn’t his thing and he truly wasn’t lying about that. When he was awarded with a award for his bravery from the FBI he barely went to that.

Maybe he was just feeling sentimental this time though you thought. He seemed like he really wanted to go so you wanted to be supportive.

But now to a hard decision and that was what do you wear to a type of thing like that.

You knew it was formal but like cocktail formal or ballgown formal. Also this thing was next weekend and this man did not give you any type of room to prepare.

You pulled out your phone and decided to keep it simple and wear something more cocktail appropriate.

You browed trying to find something you were in a rush because you couldn’t do it during the week because of work.

You spent the rest of the day looking for something nice to wear.

You got so wrapped in what you were doing you didn’t realize how much time had passed. OA was still gone which made you really wonder what he was doing.

You got up off the bed and made your way to the kitchen to find a snack and stretch your legs

. Of course your days off always go by so fast. But the good news was it was quiet and you found the most beautiful dress to wear and it would be here just in time.

After eating your snack you looked around the house and decided to clean it. I mean who else was going to do it.

I mean OA seemed like he was a nice organized military man but that was the farthest thing from the truth.

He had more stuff laying around then you do. So much for laying around and doing nothing you thought.

You turned on some music on the tv and really got the vibes going. You were bouncing all around the house and if you do say so it looked really nice in that house.

The music was so loud and you were in such a good mood you didn’t even realize that OA had come home and he was looking at you and just laughing.

“I like this show a lot why wasn’t i invited” OA said loud enough to get your attention.

“Damn it you scared the shit out of me” Jumping pretty bad and clutching your chest.

OA walked over and he grabbed some flowers. They were fresh and colorful and really pretty.

“Here a piece offering and for me being ditching you and being gone all day” OA said.

“OMG thank you so much there so beautiful it just almost makes up for you giving me a heart attack” You said

“What else can I do to make it up to you” OA said looking down and smiling at you

“Order me some chinese food” You said

“Done” OA said.

You went and grabbed a vase for the flowers and put them away. You and OA made your way to the couch and he ordered you chinese like you wanted.

The rest of the weekend went by super fast and the two of you didn’t leave the apartment at all and barely even left the couch.

Monday came and you were both getting ready for work. Now don’t get me wrong you loved working for the FBI but damn why were they open on Mondays.

After getting dressed and eating breakfast you made your way to work. On the way there you thought maybe Maggie could tell you where OA went on saturday.

Not that you thought he was out there doing anything bad but you were just curious because this whole weekend he would not tell you.

You arrived at the office after OA pouted the whole time for you driving. No matter how many times you took the keys from him he still would act upset.

OA made you listen to Jazz music the whole time. He insisted that it was a fair trade off. You guys arrived at the office not too long after that.

You both got out the car and headed up to work. You worked as an intelligence analyst which you loved your job.

You went to the JOC and OA headed back to his desk to put his stuff away. You decided you needed some much caffeine and headed to the break room.

Once in there you saw Maggie who had the same Idea as you.

“Hey Mags good morning” You said using your “nice” voice.

She looked over and smiled and instantly knew that you were going to ask her something.

“Hey morning Y/N how was your weekend” Maggie asked

“Good so did you at all talk to your boyfriend this weekend or maybe even see him” You asked still using the same voice.

“Noo I didn’t actually why” Maggie said smiling.

“Because he left basically all of saturday and didn’t say anything to me” You said.

“Nope sorry I can’t help you” Maggie said

“Fineeee” You said.

Maggie just left and you all headed into the JOC for the morning briefing. Work was typical a usual some messed up psycho in the world was hurting someone else.

You all ended up working late that night like you usually do. It was just the beginning of a long week. Everyday that week you all had long days.

The only thing that got you going was that military ball you were supposed to go to. It sounded like a lot of fun.

Though the closer it got the more weird OA was being. He kept going out late and just his mood seemed off.

He just told you he was nervous seeing his old friends. So you just let it be his military past was always a touchy thing for him.

Then came Friday the night before the Ball. Thank goodness you all left work on time because you had to go and pick up your dress.

You asked OA to go with you but he said he had other plans and would meet you at home. If you didn’t know him you would have thought his man was cheating on you.

You didn’t want to push him though because he seemed pretty invested in whatever he was doing.

You were so excited to go and pick up your dress. It was from a small local owner and when you went and tried it on it fit you like a glove

. It was so pretty and so gorgeous you felt like a princess.

The sales lady got you to buy some nice shoes and accessories with it. That matched the whole outfit nicely.

After you paid for your stuff you caught a taxi and headed home. OA didn’t think about you driving with him to work when he abandoned you at work.

When you finally got home he was already there. He was sitting on the couch bouncing his knee up and down and twisting his ring something he always did when he was nervous.

“Hey babe your home” OA said shooting up like a rocket when he saw you.

“Yeah i texted you that I was is everything okay” You asked.

“I’m good you just startled me” OA said grabbing his phone and locking it.

“Umm you want to see my dress for tomorrow” You asked

“Nah let’s keep it a surprise” OA said smiling at you.

“Okay” You said.

You sat your stuff down on the table and walked over to where he was standing. You went in and gave him a hug and then he squeezed you tight and his muscles seemed to relax when he wrapped them around you.

You let go and leaned up and kissed him softly. He kissed you back taking his big hands and placing them on your face.

When he pulled apart he placed his forehead on top of yours. He seemed a lot more calm now

“Hey baby is everything okay” You asked

“I’m good sorry i’ve been acting weird i’m just worried about tomorrow that’s all” OA said.

‘It’s okay i’ve just been worried about you” You said

“I know but i’m okay I promise I love you so much” OA said

“I love you too how about we relax i’ll order some dinner and we can watch that new movie you been wanting to watch” you said

‘Sounds amazing but let’s eat in bed i’m so tired” OA said

“Hell yeah we will let’s go” You said.

You both changed into your PJ’s and laid in the bed. You ordered some food and put on that movie and OA pulled you close to him. It really was a relaxing night.

The next day came and OA was fast asleep and you just let him rest because he has been doing a lot.

You decided to surprise him that morning and make his some breakfast in bed.

You began pulling out the stuff and began cooking. Suddenly two big arms wrapped around you and it made you jump a little.

“Mm smells so good” OA said

“I was supposed to surprise you with breakfast in bed” you said leaning back to look him in the eyes.

“I thought that was my job” OA asked

“Don’t be sexist Omar” You yelled.

“Sorry sorry I appreciate the gesture” he said laughing.

“Now come on get out” You yelled.

OA just laughed and headed out back to the bedroom. You finished up cooking make a whole buffet of your guys favorite food.

When you were done you put it all together on a nice try and walked into the bedroom. OA was laying there playing around on his phone. When he saw you he put his phone down and smiled at you.

“Ta da” You yelled.

“Thank you baby, it looks soo good” he said.

You sat the tray down in front of him then crawled next to him on the other side of the bed. You grabbed your plate and you both started eating.

“Mm this is so good baby” OA said in between bites.

“Mm thank you not to bad if I say so myself.” you said also shoveling food down.

The rest of the time you both ate in silence and when you guys were done neither one of you bothered to put the plates away. Just laid back into the bed.

“So are you leaving me today” You asked

“Nope I don’t have anything to do today” OA said.

“Surprising because all week you been shady” You said

“I was not being shady for leaving the house” OA said sarcastically

“Sureee okay you won’t even tell me where you were going” You said back

“I have a life” OA said

“I am your life” you said

“Soo cocky” OA said laughing.

You laughed back and then it fell quiet you both were tempted to go back to sleep. You never realized how tired you were until the weekend came.

Instead you put on TV and moved the plates to the floor next to you. You then crawled over and put your head on OA’s chest and snuggled up right next to him.

He wrapped his arms around you and you both started watching tv. You were nervous about this Ball later but you just decided to focus on right now.

You both just laid in bed all day not doing anything. And time just flew past so fast. You had to be there at 8 so in NYC time you had to leave at 7.

It was around 5:30pm and you decided to start getting dressed. You did all your skin prep and even made OA do a face mask with you. Telling him he needed to prep his skin and make it pop.

You had every type of mask on. From a hand , feet, hair and face one. OA decided to take a picture of you making fun of you.

“See this is what I get for trying to make myself nice for you” You yelled. Trying to kick the phone out of his hand .

“Awe come on I’m just messing around” OA said laughing

“Your being so rude” You said laughing.

Then when all that prep was done you got in the shower. Then you got out and started fixing your hair and make up. And just like a typical man you had to make sure OA was getting ready.

Finally after getting ready you put on your dress and accessories you got. OA was wearing his military uniform and you never seen him wear it before.

He looked so good in it and it kind of made you see him a little differently.

“Babe my eyes are up here” OA gasped.

“Come on I’m just admiring the view.” You said smirking a little

OA looked at you up and down his eyes going wide at the sight of you.

“Oh what happened to my eyes are up here” You said laughing.

OA walked over to you and grabbed you by the waist and pulled you in for a kiss. It was nice and deep which made you moan a little.

“Mm come on we gotta go were already late” You said

“ you just look so damn beautiful” OA said

“You look really handsome i’ve never seen you in that before” You said

“Thank you and I know but i’ve never had a reason to wear it before” OA said

“Come on baby let’s go” OA said.

You gathered up the rest of your stuff and then headed out. You got into OA’s car and sense it was his night you let him drive.

It was a beautiful summer night out and in typical fashion there was a lot of traffic. The Ball was downtown but OA was headed uptown.

“Why are you going this way” You asked.

“Don’t question my driving I know a way that’s faster” OA said

“MM sureee but this is why I drive you do weird” You said.

“What ever” OA said.

You just looked out the window after that. Even though you lived in NYC it was still beautiful to look out at the sights.

After driving for a while OA stopped at a restaurant. It wasn’t just a restaurant, it was OA’s favorite Egyptian restaurant he went to. He grew up eating there and now it was a favorite of yours too.

You looked at him confused but he just walked over and opened up your door.

He gave you his hand and helped you get out of the car.

“Where are we going what are we doing” You asked

“Just trust me” OA said

“What about your thing” You asked

“Stop asking so many questions,” OA said.

You two made your way to the restaurant and when he opened up the door it was empty but it was beautiful. There were flowers everywhere and there were lights and candles lit up. It was so gorgeous.

“What the hell is this” You asked

“3 years ago you asked me on a date here because you told me it was to sexist for the girl to wait for the guy to ask” OA said

“And you picked here because you said you knew how much it meant to me and you wanted it to be special that night and it was because we spent all night talking and laughing and they has to ask us to leave because they were closing” OA said

“And then we walked around because neither of us wanted the night to end and I never wanted to leave you and that’s when I knew I was in love with you” OA said

“ I never thought about having a family falling in love or getting married. I figured that it wasn’t meant for me but now when I’m with you that’s all I want to spend the rest of my life with you” OA said

He pulled a box out of his pocket and got down on one knee

“Will you do me the honor of marrying me” OA asked

“Umm are you sure” You asked. Not sure why it just came out

“Yeah your right let me think about it” OA asked laughing.

“Stop it no omg wait Yes of course Yes” You said.

OA got up and put the ring on your hand. It looked so beautiful.

“It belonged to my mom my dad gave it to her when he proposed ” OA said

“I can’t take this” You said

“Yes you can she wants you to have it” OA said

“It’s so beautiful and I love you so much” you said

“I love you to” OA said leaning in and kissing you.

Then he walked over and pulled out his phone and hooked it up to a speaker.

A beautiful song started playing and he reached out his hand.

“May I have this dance” OA asked

“Of course” You said, grabbing his hand.

The song was so beautiful

And when I come home, yeah I know I'm gonna be

I'm gonna be the man who's coming home to you

And when I'm dreaming, well I know I'm gonna dream

I'm gonna dream about the time when I'm with you

But 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”

The lyrics started playing in the background. It truly was a amazing song that set the mood so well.

“So that Ball tonight and your uniform” You asked

“I just wanted to surprise you and if I didn’t wear the uniform it would throw you off” OA said

“Are you sure your okay with missing it again” You asked

“There is no where else I want to be” OA said

He leaned down and kissed the top of your head. When the song was over he walked you to a table and there was nothing but food laid out

“Let’s enjoy dinner” OA said pulling a chair out for you

You sat down and then OA.

“This looks soo good” you said

“All of your favorites” OA said

“Is this what you were doing when you left last weekend” You asked

“Yeah Maggie helped” OA said smiling

“I knew she knew something” You yelled.

“Yeah and you were all up in our business” OA said laughing

“I’m sorry” You said laughing.

You two ate the meal and it was soo good tonight. After the meal OA played more music and you both kept dancing.

“I promised you a dance tonight” OA said

“Much better than that Ball tonight” You said.

“I agree so much better” OA said

You all danced all night

“I can’t believe I get to spend the rest of my life with you” You said

“I can’t believe you said yes Best day of my life hands down” OA said

“Mine too this is way to much though” You said

“Nothing is to much for you my love” OA said

“What did I do to deserve you” you said

“Well i guess you did win the jackpot” OA said laughing

“I mean maybeeee you got more lucky with me though I’m the one dealing with you” You said laughing.

The night went by so quick again. Just like that first night when the two of you had your first date.

When you were both tired from dancing you helped cleaned up the place. OA had so many flowers and other stuff to take home with you.

You all loaded up the car and then OA helped you in and got in himself

“Who all helped with this and who knew” You asked

“Maggie and the team all helped” OA said

“We have to thank them all” You said

“Don’t worry about that I may have a celebration dinner planned tomorrow so act surprised” OA said

“And what If i had said no” You asked

“ I mean look at me you weren’t going to pass this up” OA said

“Oh yeah look at that cute face” You said, reaching over and grabbing his face and squeezing it.

“If you would have said no I would of had a sad dinner tomorrow drunk all my feelings away and then quit my job out of embarrassment” OA said

“Well we're just so blessed that it doesn't have to happen” You said laughing.

OA grabbed your hand and kissed it. He took off and drove home and you couldn’t believe you got to spend forever with your best friend.

#OA Zidan #oa one shot #oa x reader #oa imagine #oa zidan x reader #oa zidan imagine #oa zidan one shot #Maggie Bell #FBI show #fbi one shot #FBI imagine #fbi cbs #fbi x reader #zeeko zaki #oa zidan x imagine

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artzychic27 · 9 months

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Not me watching the proud family reboot: How about two or more members of the Akuma Class step into a Bizarro universe?

Nino: Guys, does something seem… Off?

Marinette: How do you mean?

Nino: Oh, maybe just the fact that Juleka is wearing pastels and Rose is dressed in all black! *Points to Juleka eating pink twizzlers and Rose reading The Raven*

Alya: … It’s probably a couples thing. We swapped shirts that one time.

Nino: By accident, because we were tired. But, I’m serious, there’s something off. *Notices Marc texting* Hey, Marc! Quick question. Have you noticed anything… Strange?

Marc: *Southern accent* Weird how? Like them crop circles that Area 51 over in the states ain’t tellin’ us about? No, sir, I reckon I ain’t seen nothin’ of the sorts.

Marinette/Adrien/Alya/Nino: …

Adrien: Why are you talking like that? How are you talking like that?

Marc: You got issues with the way I be talkin’? I’m getting some real fighting words from you, Mr. Fancy Boy!

Nathaniel: *British accent* Marc, my beloved, deep breaths, dear. This bellicose behavior is most unwarranted.

Marinette: Nathaniel?!

Adrien: Why are you talking like that?

Nathaniel: Pray tell, Adrien. Whatever do you mean?

Adrien: Like that! So… Eloquent.

Marc: Shoot, he always been talkin’ all fancy like. S’why he be writing for our whole-ass comic.

Nathaniel: Darling, mind your language, if you please. Many are not used to your colorful vocabulary as I. Now, come along. You promised to escort me to class.

*Marinette, Alya, Adrien, and Nino watch them leave*

Marinette: That was weird, right?

Nino: Not as weird as that. *Points to Denise and Simon*

Simon: ¿Cómo tuve la bendición de estar en presencia de tanta belleza?

Denise: Boy, I don’t got time to be listening to whatever the hell you’re saying! ‘Sides, I need a man, and not a twig. *Flips their hair and leaves*

Simon: Maldita sea, me gustan ardientes.

Alya: Why is Simon speaking Spanish?!

*Alix walks by with a huge diamond ring on her finger*

Nino: Alix, nice bling.

Alix: Thanks. My man bought it for me.

Marinette: Okay, NOW this is weird! Who exactly is-

Ismael: *Slings an arm around Alix’s waist* ‘Sup, baby? Come and give me some love. *Alix kisses him* Yeah, you know how I like it.

Marinette/Alya/Nino/Adrien: 😱

Nino: This isn’t weird anymore. This is horrific.

*They walk into their classroom and find Kim tutoring Max while he spins a basketball on his finger, Ivan and Myléne drinking from non-reusable plastic water bottles, Sabrina wearing all sorts of expensive clothing, and Chloé on her phone*

Marinette: Well, at least Chloé is normal.

Chloé: Marinette! You don’t wanna miss this, my Chlo-Coin is about to go Bezos. If you ever need a little assist, lemme know and I’ll front you.

Marinette: … What?!

Chloé: Yeah! You know I’m a sucker for giving money away!

Marinette: I-I don’t know what to say.

Chloé: Just don’t forget to invite me to your private island when you cash in!

Alya: … That ain’t right.

*Later*

Marinette: Oh, boy. Don’t look now.

*The Austins approach them*

Nino: Look, we’re in no mood, guys, so just keep walking!

Austin T: … *Runs away crying*

Austin Q: He was offering you a flyer to the anti bullying assembly, you jerk! *Runs after Austin T* TeeTee! Come back!

Austin A: Now you gonna get it. *Leaves*

Austin B: *Without looking up from his game console, he flips him off and leaves*

Nino: The Austins are nice, now? Man, I’m conflicted. *Jean suddenly pins him to the wall* Whoa! Jean, what the hell?!

Jean: What’d you say to my boy, Lahiffe?! Wanna explain why I just saw him crying?! Huh?!

Nino: I-I didn’t mean anything-

Jean: I got three rules set in this hellhole! Three! Never touch the hair. Have your cash out and ready when you see me. And hurt my baby, you die.

Austin T: *Runs over and grabs Jean’s arm* Sweetie, he’s not worth it. And I don’t want you having another suspension on your record.

Jean: … You’re lucky I don’t Molly whop you today, Lahiffe. *Snatches serveral euros out of his pockets* I’m taking this! C’mon, baby, let’s dip. *He and Austin T leave*

Adrien: Okay, so Jean is a bully and Austin T is a nice guy. Good to know. Who’s left?

Zoé: One side, blondie! *Pushes Adrien aside and approaches Cosette reading a book* ‘Sup, hot stuff? What do you say we skip the day?

Cosette: Ugh, I’d rather lose my position as the top of the class and my mother’s favorite child than go out with the class delinquent and tarnish my flawless attendance. Goodbye, yankee. *Tosses her hair and leaves*

Zoé: Yeah, they want me.

Nino: So, that just leaves-

Lacey: Aurore! Get down from there, or you’ll die!

Aurore: *Relaxing on the roof next to a bottle of cranberry juice* Chill, Lace! I’m just catching up on a few naps I missed while I was in class!

Lacey: You’re not even supposed to sleep during class! You’re only going to fall behind, and how did you get up there?!

Mireille: Oh, just shut the fuck up! If she wants to chill out on the roof, let her chill out on the fucking roof!

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #bizarro au #answered ask #ask me stuff #mlb au #akuma class #science kids #mlb ocs

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cazperx-x · 2 years

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Hi I'm back with another request it's another Robin x reader band au

( Robin- drummer Steve- Bassist Reader and Eddie- guitarist Jonathan- singer Nancy- manager)

Where reader and Robin have to keep their relationship a secret from the band but nancy ends up finding up because she walked in on them cuddling during her band check ups. Leading Robin and reader to tell the rest of the band. Thanks :)

Oooo, I love this idea

The Bands Night Out

Robin Buckley x F!reader

817 words

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“So big boy, that was quite a practice show huh?” Eddie teased, while Steve just rolled his eyes.

“Whatever Munson.”

“Cut the chit chat you two. Everyone has a 15-minute break before we go on. And it’s the real deal this time. I’ll be checking up on everyone occasionally, got it?” Nancy told the group, her voice nothing but serious. You rolled your eyes at Robin, who giggled.

You both agreed Nancy took her job as stage manager too seriously, after all, you were just a bunch of teenagers in a silly band together.

You inched closer to Robin while Nancy was still lecturing the group.

“So,” You whispered.

“So..?”

“Are you excited about the show?”

“Oh yeah, most definitely.” Robin smiled.

You two had been dating for a couple of months, but you both agreed not to tell anyone just yet. It was tough keeping the secret from Steve, who was a bit too invested in your girlfriend’s love life.

“Okay Robin, I know Vicky didn’t work out but I have a plan B.”

“Huh? What are you talking about dingus.”

“Look, I made a chart of all the girls your age in Hawkins who are most likely into boobies and-”

“Steve. Stop. First off, gross, second off, just no.”

Jonathan nudged you out of your thoughts.

“Nancy’s done talking now, are you just gonna stand there or..?”

~~~~

You had about 10 minutes left of your break, and Robin was hanging out in your dressing room.

You were contently listening to Robin rant about one thing or another while touching up your makeup, a wide smile on your face the entire time.

“Are you done yet? I wanna cuddle.” Robin mumbled.

“You can sit in my lap while I finish.” You offered, and Robin quickly climbed into your lap.

You found comfort in her warmth, and as much as you would never admit it, this was better than playing on stage. Much, much better. You didn’t want this moment to end. Robin buried her head in the crook of your neck.

“Can we skip the show and just stay like this forever.” She mumbled, which made you chuckle.

“Its like you read my mind.”

You two where so wrapped up in each other you didn’t even hear Nancy’s footsteps approaching the door.

“Hey, Y/n is in Robin here? You guys have f-”

You both froze and stared at Nancy for a second, before quickly separating.

Nancy’s eyes where wide and she closed the door behind her. You two braced for the lecture you were about to get, or being kicked out of the band all together.

“Nancy I promise it’s not what you-” Robin started.

“No need to explain. You two make a cute couple.” Nancy smiled, and a huge wave of relief washed over you and Robin both.

“Anyway, five minutes till showtime. Hope you’re ready!” Nancy said, before leaving to check the others.

You and Robin stood there in silence for a moment, before you finally broke it.

“She handled it really well, should we tell the others about us?” You softly questioned.

“Yeah. Yeah I think we should.” Robin agreed.

“After the show?”

“After the show.”

You turned to her and smiled, before lightly kissing her cheek.

You both giggled, before Jonathan rushed in. “Hurry up guys, we can’t afford to be late.”

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The show went great, and Nancy suggested you all go out to celebrate. You ended up choosing the local pizza place, which was close to the venue you had been playing at.

“You’ll never take me alive!” Eddie practically screamed as Steve tried to force him to eat pizza with pineapple on it.

“Its good, I promise!”

“Hell no Steve. I’m not letting you poison me tonight.” Eddie crossed his arms.

Meanwhile Jonathan and Nancy where having light conversation from across the table, Nancy was next to them, completely ignoring Eddie’s desperate cries for help.

You and Robin giggled at the boys antics safely from across the table.

“Y/n! Save me from this devil man’s evil concoction!”

“No, I think I’d rather stay here with my lovely girlfriend.” You said, leaning onto Robin.

“Yeah Eddie, I’m her first priority.” Robin smirked.

Both the boys just stared at you both, Eddie’s mouth slightly open, like he was processing.

“You two make a cute couple. Congrats.” Jonathan acknowledged.

Just before it looked like Eddie was about to say something Steve quickly shoved the piece of pineapple pizza into his mouth.

“Victory!”

“You bitch!” Eddie lightly shoved Steve after being forced to take a bite of the pizza.

“Oh c’mon, you liked it.” Steve rolled his eyes.

“No Harrington. You have murdered me with your devil pizza.” Eddie said, before dramatically falling onto Steve.

You and Robin giggled, and Steve turned his attention to Robin before whispering,

“She was totally on my list of girls who like boobies.”

“We’re eating dingus!”

#robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley #stranger things #st4

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mariluvvs · 8 months

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★ my name is mari ★ i'm a minor, i use she/her ★ i post bout jshk most of the time but i do like the heathers (prefer the movie but the musical slaps too), the hunger games universe and the folk of the air series, stranger things (fuck noah schnapp) ★ i usually listen to anything that i think sounds nice but i mainly listen to rihanna, taylor swift, britney spears, beabadoobe, laufey ★ i stan twice & ive (bias momo and rei) ★ i love winona ryder mention her name in a sentence and u have caught my attention ★ my ao3 ! ★ my byler fic recommendations ★ i love to talk to ppl and make friends so feel free if u wanna use my ask box or message me bc i do not mind <;3 ★ ps. if we r mutuals i might randomly leave in the middle of a convo bc somebody might be calling me or my device might die

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why am i doing all this?

well because, it's my passion. there's just something so special about posting about things i love and what i'm currently obsessed with, no matter how many likes i get. i also love eating churros, hanging out with my friends, listening to music, all that kind of stuff !! and sometimes while i'm in the midst of doing what i love, i get hurt sometimes. so i go to the doctor or if it's serious, i go to the hospital.

people in gaza who are my age, however, cannot do the same. they cannot follow their passions as they please. they cannot go to a hospital. since israeli forces have bombed their last hospital.

and not even just civilians who are my age. babies who are literally below 1 years old have been killed and are still getting killed, along with their mothers, fathers, siblings, entire bloodlines and loved ones. just sit there and imagine how losing one person you love would be. people in palestine lose people they love on a daily basis.

it's not antisemitic if you support gaza. many jews around the world support palestine. you don't have to be muslim, you don't have to be arab, hell you don't even need to be asian, you just need to be human and have some empathy.

please help support gaza by donating:

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p.s. i’m still updating these and it’ll only be for more recent posts

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#js posting so i can pin #introduction

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averagekanadekinnie · 2 years

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I hath arrived again 🧍🏾‍♀️

But, hello hello!! Hope you're doing well after your break!! I was wondering if you could do a Kel x reader scenario where Kel has been really busy with basketball and hasn't gotten time to hang out with his partner, which is slowly but definitely surely taking a toll on the reader who just wants to spend time with him. However, one night, Kel comes to reader's house and asks is he can stay over and the reader agrees because like who can say no to Kel's innocent puppy dog smile. But then the two of them get to spend time together playing games and talking and then something sentimental happens (ex: first kiss, one of them crying about missing the other, etc. but I'll leave it up to you!!). Sorry thats it INCREDIBLY complicated but I thought it would be pretty cute!!

(OMORI) KEL x READER

Type: Fluff-ish

Warnings: doubting kel-ish?? (jealousy n stuff??)

Notes: ANOTHER KEL REQUEST LETS GOO!!!!

Since KEL has been making more time for basketball, you were okay with it at first!!

Of course, he lets you know first hand.

"Hey, hey Y/N!!" KEL called out to you while you were talking to OTHERMART. Of course you turned around with curiousity. "Oh, yeah what’s up, KEL?"

"Okay so.. listen um.." His tone of voice got serious so your heart dropped for a minute. He noticed and jumped a bit, surprised. "Oh no no! Trust me it’s not THAT type of topic, hehe.." You sighed in relief at his words. He then continued,

"Well um.. I just came to tell you that I might be practicing BASKETBALL a little more than usual! Surprise, haha! Only because there’s this game me and my friends are gonna play next week at the PARK so I wanna practice extra hard until then! I’m sure I’ll win!" KEL boasts playfully before looking at you with his expression and tone a bit guilty.

"Anyways I— I hope you don’t mind that and all..!" KEL sweats a bit. Of course you’re not gonna mind, it’s his favorite hobby anyways. You shook your head and smiled at him. "Of course I don’t mind, I know you’ll win too!" You joked before continuing, earning a laugh from KEL, "But seriously, I don’t mind at all, as long as your happy and all that corny stuff."

KEL smiled back at you, god was he lucky to have you. "Aww thanks Y/N, you’re the best! I loveee you!" He hugs you, he smells bad tbh. He lets go and waves you goodbye. "Well, I’m gonna go back home, I’m babysitting SALLY! Just had to tell you first! Cya, Y/N!"

I mean, it’ll be fine right?

I mean, you got other people to hang out until then, yeah?

Or if you don’t.. that’s tough.

…

It’ll be 3 days until you’ll start to feel REAL lonely without him.

Yeah, sometimes you guys meet up at school but not as you use to.

You don’t even hang out

Whenever you guys look at each other, it’ll just be a simple wave and one of you leaves right after.

I mean, it’s fine right?

You still have friends to hang out with?

Unless you’re alone, then dang,

But KEL… he’s your boyfriend, so obviously without him you felt alone a lot more

Dude he’s the sun you’re the moon

And right now, you want your sun.

You felt really guilty right now, I mean.. this relationship has been going on for 3 weeks, you can’t be all clingy and jealous right?

KEL wasn’t seeing anyone behind your back, right?

No of course he wouldn’t, he’s literally the most loyal person you’ll ever meet

Plus, he doesn’t pull any bitches /hj

Ok ok, let’s move on

On the 5th day, something FINALLY happened

Something good I promise.

You heard a sudden knock on the door, it was raining, who could be outside at this weather? Your parental guardian(s) were taking a nap because this weather is literally a good time to, so you had to open the door. So of course you acted accordingly and speed walked to the door, opening it to find—

A very soaked KEL! Wow, how surprising! "H-Hey Y/N, good to see you! Haha..!" KEL smiled widely at you, completely ignoring that HES SOAKED. "K-KEL, what the hell are you doing outside in the rain?! Eugh, wait here for a second, I’ll get you a towel or something."

You dashed to the bathroom either upstairs or the same floor, opening it to get a towel big enough for a tall man such as him. You ran back and literally threw it on him, which completely surprised him. "W-WOAH, hey what gives?!" After a bit, he finally got it off his head and around his entire body as you let him inside.

You let him sit down on the couch, making a mental note to apologize to your parental guardian(s) for the wet spot of the couch later, as you sat next to him, "Alright, what the actual hell were you doing outside?! You can get sick, you dumb-dumb!" You lectured him as you were his mom or something.

"Hey hey, I know that! I just- I just wanted to see you! I just wanted to come over, alright..? Can I— just stay over, for the night?" KEL looked a bit guilty. When he’s like this, how can you refuse? I mean, you can’t say no to KEL at ALL. You sighed. "Fine, fine. Um, you can sleep on the couch tonight, alright?"

"WOOHOOOOO! THE COUCH IS MY FAVORITE PLACE TO SLEEP! BESIDES MY BED OF COUR—"

KEL cheered out loud, you immediately covered his mouth so he doesn’t wake up your parental guardian(s). "Shush it, will you?! My (older sibling/parent(s)/grandparent(s)/caretaker/etc) is/are sleeping!" "Haha.. sorry." KEL apologized right after, quieting down.

For the remaining hour(s) until it becomes nighttime, you and KEL hung out. It felt nice, considering the fact that he basically focused on his hobby for the past days rather than you. When you were both on the couch, watching whatever, KEL spoke up with his serious tone again.

"Hey uh, Y/N, can I be serious just for a sec?.. I just wanna say sorry." KEL said, feeling guilty. Ah, so he finally noticed. Don’t, don’t actually say that to his face he’ll feel even worse. Play it cool, play it dumb. "Sorry for..?" You asked, even though you already know the answer.

"Sorry for um, not talking to you for those five days n stuff.. jeez I feel- I feel really bad." He says, very guilty as hell. You kinda feel bad. "Whenever we pass by each other at school, I feel so bad that I just.. left you in the dust like that. Sure, playing basketball with friends is super fun, but hanging out with you is better! That sounds pretty corny doesn’t it? But- y-yeah, I’m super sorry Y/N. I’m not really good at these things so.. heh.." KEL laughs it off awkwardly, but you can clearly tell he’s really sorry and definitely wants your forgiveness.

I mean, like I said, you can never say no to KEL, especially when he’s like this. So you simply turn around and give him a biiiig hug! "Of course I forgive you, dude. I cant stop you from doing the things you love. And sure, yeah, that apology was kinda bad, ("Wh-Hey!") but I know you’re being sincere. Just— just promise me after the game, we’ll hang out ten times as much as we did before, okay?" You put your face on the crook of his neck, just hugging him. After a few seconds of taking that all in, he returns the hug, smiling even if you can’t see it.

"Yeah.. ‘course I will, Y/N." Was all he said, but you didn’t care, as long as he promised.. hopefully. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, he spoke up.

"Man, I’m such a terrible boyfriend!"

"..Don’t say that, dude."

#omori #omori x reader #omori kel x reader #kel omori #omori kel #kel omori x reader #OK LISTEN I was gonna make them kiss but I got too tired #hope u enjoyed tho!!

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