#i'd leave it open to anyone who wants to hop in and join

[runningfrom2am]

not even a little bit

summary: rafe begs for another shot, but you didn't even know you gave him one at all.

pairing: rafe x fem!reader

wc: 1.2k

tags/warnings: a little bit of swearing, arguing, fake dating trope (oops) jealous!rafe

a/n: this is for day four of obx week!! day four: second chances w/ rafe! i'm honestly surprised i kept it pretty short for this once considering i mostly write for rafe anyways lol.

i hope you enjoy!! see you tomorrow for a pining kie :)

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getting off work and shielding your head from the pouring rain with a sweater as you walk down the street, you are just looking forward to getting home after the long day. you were about to turn the corner onto your street when you hear tires come to a stop behind you, seeing headlights, and hearing a car door slam, followed by a voice calling your name.

"y/n, hey! can we talk?" you quickly attribute the voice to rafe, turning and furrowing your brow.

"rafe?" you ask, adjusting the sweater you're holding over your head.

"hop in, i'll drive you home." he offers, though he's already walking towards you.

you shake your head, fully facing him now. "i'm good." you turn him down, turning on your heel to continue your walk.

"no, wait! i need to talk to you. just give me like, a minute. please." rafe pleads, making you stop in your tracks.

"okay." you sigh, turning back for a second time. "what do you want to talk about, rafe?" you gesture for him to continue.

"okay, uh, shit- alright..." he mutters to himself, reaching up and rubbing his forehead with his palms. "i'm sorry- i know i fucked everything up, okay? but i'm sorry, it's just been eating me up and i can't sleep, i can't eat, i can't do anything without you. please, i need you to forgive me."

your jaw could hit the floor. "rafe- what on earth are you talking about?" you ask. you had never been together, not really.

"what do you mean?" rafe asks, genuine hurt behind his tone. suddenly, you're rethinking everything.

you could feel the scheme of your fake relationship coming to a head at this party rafe was throwing. that was his whole plan, after all, that he wanted you on his hip to make his ex jealous. it had been working, you could see it in the way she was glaring at you. you stood up straighter to whisper in his ear, only telling him you were going to get a drink before leaving his side with a brush of his arm.

in the kitchen, you grab another cooler and crack it open, taking a sip and leaning back against the counter. it was good to catch a breather from the show you felt like you were putting on. you wanted to help rafe, he was one of your best friends, but it was hard for you. particularly, hard for you to be on the receiving end of his affections knowing that it all meant nothing. you hadn't known what you were missing, really.

"y/n, hey." you look over as a taller boy walks up to you. he was one of sarah's friends, a year or so younger than you.

"oh, hi." you smile. "it's jj, right?"

"in the flesh." he nods, leaning against the counter next to you.

"i didn't expect to see any of sarah's friends here." you tell him, wanting to make conversation.

"yeah, well, i don't feel like i belong- but a party is a party." he shrugs, taking a sip of his beer.

"fair enough." you giggle. "i'm the same. not super comfortable."

"then come sit with us." jj offers, leaning in so you can hear him over the loud music. "i'd like to spend more time with you."

you turn to look at him, and it isn't lost on you that his eyes fall to your lips. there's hardly anyone around, and you know that what is going on with rafe isn't real- so realistically, you have nothing to lose. while you think it over, jj is already leaning in.

before your lips touch, you're startled by rafe practically storming into the kitchen. "hey! who even let you in, pogue?" he spits at jj, quickly pulling you away. over rafe's shoulder, you can see his ex standing there, jealous eyes hardly leaving his frame.

"rafe! are you joking right now?" you blush, trying to pry your arm from his grip. "we were just talking..."

rafe looks between you and jj quickly, who is raising his hands defensively. "hey man, yeah. i was just asking how she was."

"no- i know what i saw." rafe shakes his head, eyes landing on you again. "and i know how you are." he looks at you with disgust, like you genuinely had done something wrong.

"whatever, rafe." you sigh, faking that you've lost your patience, ripping your arm away from him and pacing out of the kitchen, dragging jj with you.

you thought that fight had been fake, a show put on for his ex to display that he was very suddenly single again- but suddenly you don't think that it was.

"i..." you hesitate on what to say next. "you didn't do anything wrong." you tell him, confusion crossing his features.

"i did. i shouldn't have yelled at you, i didn't mean to get so angry, i just couldn't control it- alright?" he takes a few strides closer to you.

"it didn't bother me." you say reassuringly.

"don't lie to me, y/n. please- i've got so much going on right now i don't have time for you to bullshit me, okay?" he's angry now, and you're confused.

"i thought it was fake! i thought i was supposed to do that- i could see her watching us, i thought you would want an excuse to be 'single' again!" you raise your voice at him. you know it's the only way he'll listen.

"that's why you kissed him?"

"i didn't k-" you stop yourself, closing your eyes and taking a breath as you hold your hand up for him to wait. "i didn't kiss him, but if i had, that would have been why. yes." you lie, knowing that it was an intoxicated version of you's attempt to quell the feelings you had for the boy standing in front of you.

"and that's it?" rafe asks, clearly skeptical. "you didn't want to? not even a little bit?"

"no, rafe." you sigh, crossing your arms and abandoning any hope you had of staying dry. "i was trying to help you."

"listen- i just... it made me sick." he says through gritted teeth, running his hand through his hair again. "i can't even describe what it felt like to watch you be close to him- it just made me so angry and i'm sorry i grabbed you and that i took it the wrong way."

an apology from rafe cameron was not something you had on your bingo card from this year, but here you are.

"i just need another chance. a real chance. i won't fuck it up this time." he says, pleading eyes boring into you as his hair once again sticks to his forehead from the rain.

"wait, you're actually asking me out?"

"that's what i said, isn't it?"

you pause for a moment, not giving him a chance to see the smile forming on your lips while you close the space between you, grabbing his face and standing up on your toes to kiss him. this time it was real- not calculated to be seen by all the right people at the right time, it was honest. and it felt so, so much better than that as he grabbed your waist, pulling on your shirt to get you closer.

the rain soaking your hair and ruining your makeup didn't bother you anymore. not even a little bit.

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[zablife]

It's so nice of you to open gif requests to coincide with my return, Lee! What a sweet thing to do haha -

What a tranquil, lovely place, don't you think? I wonder who (of our Peaky crew) you will catapult there....

And I hope you have fun xx

Hi Val, I adore the GIF you sent. It is quite peaceful and I'd love to find myself there today! I've chosen John for this one bc I haven't written enough for him recently. However, I should warn you that with his character comes mischief and the disturbance of this tranquility. My apologies before we begin 🙈😂

Snakes and Suitors

The lake appeared as a rippled stone of blue green sea glass this time of day, shimmers of late afternoon sunlight glimmering off the surface in enchanting sparkles that danced and skittered playfully. Its murky depths practically called out to be explored by adventurous children or secretive lovers. The wildflowers and weeds that grew by the banks were as common and unassuming as the men who frequented the spot with their guests, but held a charm all their own.

Normally the Shelby brothers would discourage one another from a double date at such an intimate location. However, today was different because Tommy was dating a posh girl who wanted to see where he grew up and Arthur and John wanted to see the girl who had captured their brother's attention. You had to admit you were curious as well so you had agreed to join them for the afternoon, thinking how much fun it would be getting to know this newcomer.

Sagging under the weight of two large baskets, you passed one to John as you shuffled through the tall grass. You'd packed enough for hungry men, knowing how famished John was after a swim. You couldn't have imagined that you would all sit like statues on the blanket, munching away quietly on only a few of the tea sandwiches and leaving the rest to spoil in the sun.

Tommy's girl, Elizabeth, didn't seem fond of any of you, truth be told. She quieted any attempt at conversation with lackluster or discouraging remarks, leaving you feeling as though you were being chaperoned by a strict head mistress instead of enjoying the company of a new friend.

When the awkwardness had reached its peak, Tommy and Elizabeth took a walk to a nearby tree, abandoning the rest of you to wonder if this was the end of the outing. Feeling tired and bored, you sighed as you watched a toad hop by, leaning over quickly to catch it in your hands for some entertainment. Giggling to yourself as you felt its slippery feet kick against you and tickle your palm, you shoved it under John's nose asking, "Give us a kiss, love?"

"Already got my princess," he said, planting a kiss on your lips that relaxed you so much, you dropped the frog. As your arms looped around John's neck, the little green interloper hopped to Elizabeth's feet. Bounding up toward her skirts, she screamed out, clutching onto Tommy for support.

As he guided her back to the picnic blanket she proclaimed, "I'm sorry, I was startled."

"S'alright," Arthur said with a reassuring smile. "Fancy a swim, anyone?" You looked up hopefully, but Elizabeth immediately quashed the idea with a slight frown saying, "No! Goodness knows what else is in that lake."

John glanced at you, rolling his eyes and you knew he'd had enough of her spoiling the fun for one day. You could see the gears turning before he spoke and instead of popping a piece of cake in his mouth as you should have done, you let him unleash a bit of mischief.

"You know, that's probably wise, Elizabeth, considering what else has been seen out here," John said, looking over the lake with a serious expression.

Drawn in by John's mysterious statement, Elizabeth leaned forward, hand to her heart as she asked, "Really? What?"

"Snakes, of course," John said, matter-of-factly.

Elizabeth turned sharply to look at Tommy. "Is that true?"

Tommy stepped forward shaking his head, "We haven't seen one of those grass snakes since we were kids, John. Stop scaring her!"

John removed a toothpick from his pocket and studied it as though he were deep in thought. "No, there's another one. They're unusual cos of how fast they grow. And they're not afraid of people. In fact, they like 'em."

Elizabeth's eyes grew wide as John spoke. "Are...are they venomous?" she asked, an ardent student of biology, she was terrified of reptiles.

John thought for a moment before answering, "Well, I reckon it...spits, you could say from it's one eye."

"That sounds very rare. I've never heard of anything like this," Elizabeth proclaimed suspiciously.

"Not as rare you'd think," John said slyly looking to Arthur who was beginning to get the joke.

"The one eyed trouser snake has claimed quite a few young ladies in these parts, hasn't it Tommy?" John said as he began to shake with laughter. Arthur snorted behind him, watching his brother go red in the face as he clutched Elizabeth's arm and raised her from the blanket.

"The one-eyed trouser..." Elizabeth repeated before clapping a hand over her mouth. You bit the inside of your cheek as you watched her glare back at John, unamused by his childish antics. She stalked off with Tommy, Arthur and his girl chasing after them to drive them home.

"Well that's one way to put some fun back into our afternoon, John," you said with a laugh.

"Someone had to do it," he said, still chuckling at his own cleverness. "Want to go for that swim now?" he asked, removing his shirt.

"Depends, is it dangerous?" you asked with a smirk.

"Only one way to find out, sweetheart," John winked at you.

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[malecardio]

Hi, welcome to the first post on my blog!

I have decided to try out some cardiophile writing after seeing so many great works on here already. This is my first attempt so I apologise if its... less than ideal😅.

I'd really appreciate any feedback! My DMs are open (should be) to anyone who wants to talk about writing, or anything else!

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Cold Shock

M/M - Semi SFW (some nsfw hints)

Part 1:

Keiran and Austin walk through an empty field, rough grass beneath their feet and the raging early afternoon sun beating down upon them. It's silent except the sound of their talking and birds calling overheard, they're on their way to a spot in the river where they usually go to swim. Keiran is a slim but athletic boy, his lean torso covered by a black compression shirt, and his legs by thigh-length swim shorts. He carries a white towel slung over his shoulder. His boyfriend, Austin, on the other hand, is shirtless, displaying his muscular build; he's wearing similar shorts and has a small backpack slung over one shoulder. Austin's parents are private doctors who run a clinic from home.

After about half an hour of walking they arrive at their spot, a wide portion of the river - isolated by foliage on either side.

"Ready for a swim?" asks Kerian as he hurridly lays the towel on the bank.

"You hop in, I'll join you in a minute, love"

Keiran quickly leaps into the freezing water and Austin hears a sharp inhale from behind him.

"Whoah, Keiran, be careful! You know how cold the water is!"

"I-im fine!" Responds Kerian with a shaky voice as he rises to the surface. His heart thumping in his chest.

Austin sighs in disapproval and sits down on the bank, turning to watch Keiran. Keiran begins weakly swimming towards the other side of the dark water, his skin is pale white and his breathing is loud and laboured - audible even to Austin. Concern works itself onto Austin's face as he notices Keiran's condition.

"Darling, please get out and warm up, the water is obviously too cold." He yells over to Keiran

"S-sttop worrying!" Says Kerian, shivering.

"Hmph" grunts Austin as he pulls a small book out of his bag and settles down to read it. Keiran's movements are becoming lethargic and his head struggles to hold itself above the water in exhaustion; his breathing has become shallow and rapid as while his heart rate rises into a tachycardia. He is struggling to stay afloat as the strength exits his body. Keiran realises the danger he's in and tries to call out for Austin.

"Aus-" But no sound leaves his mouth. He tries to swim to his boyfriend with the last of his energy, but his efforts are futile as his vision fades and his head dips beneath the water...

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Sorry for the short chapter! I'm just trying get something out there for some feedback and tips.

I hope you enjoyed, there's more to come!

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

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[theold-ultraviolence]

Hola! I have returned, like the plague 🤡

Señor Munson has major angst coming his way

clinging to each other, forehead kiss, hard kiss, desperate kiss, kissing away tears

Please and thank you 💖

Leave Your Body And Soul (Eddie Munson x gn!reader)

Summary: You fully intend to let yourself go when you’re trapped by Vecna’s grasp convinced that no one on the upside will be able to save you. Until you hear the sound of your favorite song playing from a distance. CW: ST4 spoilers, angst with a happy ending, some suggestive descriptions but nothing explicit. words: 3k.

(A/N: TORI, thank you once again for your request! this is one hell of a self-indulgent thing, I hope I did your prompt justice! I don't wanna say which song inspired this because if you don't know it, it can be open to interpretation and be some fictional band, I'd love to hear about who guesses the song because of the references tho <3)

You’ve felt like this before. 

Trapped, constricted, like your muscles have turned to concrete and your airway has been chainsawed off of you.  

Like you want to scream but the tendons on your neck are taut and all sound has been punched from within you. Like there is a demon breathing down your neck, its growling piercing right through your eardrums. 

You’ve felt like this before but only for mere seconds, before the easing realization that it was only one of your sleep paralysis episodes. It happens often – but as it became a common recurrence, those don't scare you anymore. You've learned to discern between nightmares and reality and patiently wait for those moments of limbo to fade, and the movement on your joints to return. 

This isn’t like that. 

There is only hellish chasm around you, neverending darkness with crimson lightning streaks cutting through the sky, illuminating the looming outlines of bat-like monsters flying in circles all around you as you’ve turned into their very prey. 

You’re wide awake and the figure choking you is no phantom, is no product of your R.E.M. sleep in conflict with your waking brain.

You see everything, you’re fully conscious – there are slimy tentacles wrapping around your throat, tightening progressively, dangerously. And whereas before you’ve been all talk about enjoying horror movies, joking about Freddy Krueger being the best slasher there ever was – now you’re face to face with a look alike creature whose milky orbs penetrate through you, grasping all your memories and twisting them to their advantage. This is no movie, this is real.

“It is time for you to join me…” it gravely announces as its spidery claw surges forward. 

“No one will miss you here, (Y/N)...you’re alone in this world. Join me now…there’s nothing for you out there.” 

You’re sure you’re about to die but by now you knew this was coming. 

You’d been feeling weak, although you attributed it to your anemia initially.

Then the headaches started, the nosebleeds. Your sleep paralysis episodes became a nightly routine, so now you dreaded the nighttime, just like Nancy in Nightmare on Elm Street. 

Your gut urged you that something was wrong, but you couldn’t pinpoint what, didn’t know who to tell, what to do. 

After everything that unfolded with Eddie being blamed for Chrissy’s murder, after joining Dustin and his friends to go find him and learning about Vecna, after everything that happened with Max… you knew your time was coming, but you didn’t want to be hindrance to anyone so you didn’t confess that you too had all the coinciding symptoms. 

You weren’t even close friends with the gang. You were close to Eddie. 

You only hopped aboard this ghoulish trek to clear his name, to get him back. 

Which is why, as Vecna’s grip tightens around you, the deeper his stare penetrates your soul, no matter the pain, you will yourself to slowly feel at peace with the fact that this is it. 

They wouldn’t be able to save you, they wouldn’t have a means of knowing what kind of music you were into, what was your favorite song. 

The one person that did know it hadn’t been out in the woods with you when you were taken. 

And even if they figure it out it’ll be too late; you didn’t even bring that tape with you, so they wouldn’t be able to play it. 

You close your eyes and welcome death. 

...Until… 

…From afar, there’s a faint sound that you’d recognize anywhere. A singular guitar riff, a particular voice. 

It’s immediately familiar, even though the sound is drowned out and distant – sounds as if you’re listening to it from underwater, or from another room so you can only perceive the distorted echoes and remnants of the melody. Like when you’re adjusting the needle on a car’s stereo so all there is is static and white noise before the tune adjusts. 

But you know it, you’d recognize it anywhere no matter the circumstance. 

It’s a song that you’d ink on your skin if there was a way to do so. 

You open your eyes, your heart pounds – not in fear but from the excitement you get from listening to it.  With each reverberation against your chest the more life pumps back into you. 

There are trumpets now, the singer is howling. This is the part that makes you the happiest. Those are the sounds that remind you of home… 

“...I just moved here from the west coast.” You’d shyly confided to your locker neighbor, Eddie Munson. He’d been the first person that had attempted to make any sort of contact with you, first person to even look you in the eyes on your first day of school in ‘84. 

He’d noticed you moping about the halls all day but was keen on getting to know you. You clearly stood out from the way you dressed, down to your general demeanor and learning that you had just transferred here made all the sense in the world now. There was a certain warmth to you that he hadn’t come across before. 

“Oh yeah? I bet you’re finding it awfully different here. I’ve been told the people out there in the west are more laid back about everything.” 

“Being in the sun helps, I think…being so close to the beach…” You shrugged but felt a timid smile blossoming from Eddie’s presence and his honest interest. 

He laughed,  “Well you’re always welcome to hang out with us. I run the Hellfire Club, you know – the D&D club out here. I’m the Dungeon Master.” He proudly stated, puffing out his chest and fixing the lapels of his jacket while flashing you the brightest grin you’d ever seen so far in all of Hawkins. 

“I’d love to! Although I don’t really know how to play. I’m more into music myself.” 

“Really!? Me too! What kind?” 

“I like a bit of everything, but back home, Ska and New Wave is what it’s all about.” 

“You’ll have to show me. I know so little of it.” 

“Well, this is my favorite band…” 

Your heartbeat races, kick-started by the thundering, celebratory brass section of the song that melded so uniquely with its guitars. Its sound surpasses the growling of the beasts surrounding you, getting clearer and clearer by the second. 

I was struck by lightning,

Walking down the street, 

I was hit by something last night, 

In my sleep

The chorus is festive, making the blood rush through your veins once more, livening up your bones to grant you back the willpower to fight against Vecna. If you had a reason to fight for your life, it was the chance of hearing this song once more as if it was the first time you’d ever listened to it. Or the first time you’d ever shown it to Eddie. 

Eddie wasn’t that big of a fan of your favorite band, but he always indulged you eagerly in whatever interest excited you. It’s what made you fall so hard for him – his endless generosity. He had everything you’d ever dreamed to find in someone. 

At first you were cursing Hawkins and wanted to move back to the paradise of your home, but everything changed after meeting Eddie. 

He was kind despite his reputation, intelligent despite his grades, handsome despite those who brushed him off as some dirty freak. 

Though you were friendly with everyone in the Hellfire club, you only really connected deeply with him. He became your friend first and foremost, and then something more…

“...Why do you want this tape, (Y/N)? I thought you said you didn’t like the movie when we watched it at the theater.” He had an arm around you while you waited in line at Family Video; you’d made your usual stop here for movies and snacks before heading back to his trailer and spending your usual date night cuddled up at home all night. 

He was referring to John Hughes ‘Weird Science', which had been one of the first movies you’d seen together at the movies as a proper couple, a year later after you’d first moved to Hawkins. Eddie had always been vocal about not liking John Hughes' movies and yet he complied with you, even if you only wanted to see that movie in the first place because your favorite band had done the theme song. 

“I didn’t, but I want to watch it for the song.” 

“(Y/N) you have that album anyway.” He chuckled. 

“Yeah, but it’s not the same, Eddie. It’s about the experience of hearing them come out in the movie.” 

“Okay then…” He lovingly shook his head and tightened his hold around you, lightly pecking your forehead.

You remember his kisses. 

The feeling of his touch – of his hand, forever interlocked with yours no matter what. Like an anchor, his hand was always on you, when you were feeling despaired, anxious and especially when you were feeling happy. 

Like you did every time you listened to this song.

He’d ask you once about your favorite song of theirs, one night when you were playing their latest album while making out with him in the back of his van. 

“It’s this one…” you gasped into his hungry lips, arms locked around his neck as he straddled you, “if I had to pick just one song as my favorite, ever, it would have to be this one…” 

He grins against your lips, giggling and kissing you all over, as was always the way in which he showed his affection. “Why?” 

“I don’t know, it just makes me happy. Truly happy. I could’ve picked Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac, or Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelin…any other song that I listen to when I’m sad if this was a life or death situation. Even this band has deeper songs, but…this one encompasses everything I like in life. It’s weird and joyous. Reminds me of my home…” 

“Good to know,” he tenderly pecked your forehead. “Thank you for sharing that with me” 

“I want to share everything with you…” 

You start to heave and cough as your biceps contract, hands gripping Vecna’s tentacles and pulling with everything you got – so hard you feel like you’ll pop a blood vessel, that you’ll black out from the sheer amount of strength exerted, as the song in the distance becomes louder. 

The gleeful chorus resounds, the trumpets cheer you on. 

And in your mind, the memory of Eddie drives you, adds all the momentum that you need to kick the monster in its core and yank the restraining vines from you making you tumble down into the ground.  

You find your impulse in the triumphant harmonies to lift yourself from the ground and start running, running, running to save your life despite the dead man on your shoulder, despite the bumpy ground and the monsters hissing above you. 

You make it far enough but your sore quads give up on you and you trip, the swirling vines instantly wrapping themselves around your feet and pulling you back. 

Your screams for help are drowned out from the singer’s voice being distorted into a haunting barb, taunting you. 

You’re tempted to give in at that moment. Surely the monster was right.

No one would miss you. 

Eddie would move on, he has his whole life ahead of him. He has his band, his friends, his dreams of the future to look forward to. 

You’re being dragged back to Vecna’s trap, each vine bumping and rasping your skin in the process when suddenly a white blob breaks through the grimm skies, offering you a peek into the upside.  

Eddie’s kneeling by your figure, desperately shaking your shoulders, pressing a pair of headphones into your ears as if to make sure that the sound would be clear enough to pierce through this sixth dimension you’re in. 

His sight is so far away, but you can see his skin all blotchy from his tortured cries, see his lips mouthing the lyrics of the song to your face. 

You wish he’d accept your fate, let you go.

But then more memories flood your mind… 

“...Eddie, where did you get this!? This is super rare. You can only get it back home at the event!” You sat around a fire that Christmas, by your usual spot in the woods where you’d gone to have a little celebration of your own and exchange gifts. You were grinning from ear to ear because Eddie had gotten you a t-shirt from your favorite band, the ones they only sell at their exclusive Halloween show every year at Irvine Meadows. 

“I have my ways,” he giggled smugly, with his bourbon eyes twinkling from the neverending pleasure he got from making you happy. “Have I ever told you about my friend, Reefer Rick?” 

It was those kinds of details that spoke volumes of Eddie’s affection for you. Of how deep he was willing to go, of how far a distance he was willing to trail in order to see you smile. 

“I love you, Eddie,” You sighed after a kiss to his cheek as he finished his tale of how he got acquainted with Rick and what he had to do to get this shirt. 

“I love you too, sweetheart…” 

The fissure in the horizon grows larger, with shimmering, frayed edges that tease you, threatening to close out on you if you’re not quick enough, strong enough to escape from Vecna’s claws. 

Then the keyboard solo of the song augments in volume, resonant and gleeful before the sound fades in for the singer’s melodious voice, 

It’s a dead man’s party, who could ask for more? 

Everybody’s coming

leave your body and soul at the door

Don’t run away, it’s only me

You sob and growl as you find your impulse once more, surging from the ground to your feet, willing your legs to carry you onto the finish line, recalling a promise made not too long before all of this chaos ensued… 

“...I hear they’re making this movie, ‘Back To School’ with Rodney Dangerfield.” Eddie murmured one morning, naked beside you except for a sheet covering him from the waist down while trailing exhausted kisses all over the sweaty planes of your skin. 

“Oh?” You humm, barely able to form coherent words as you were amidst your afterglow, recovering your breath. “I thought you said you didn’t like his comedy. He kinda gives me creeper vibes, too.”  

“I know,” he kissed your cheek, your jaw, “but your favorite band is supposed to appear in a scene playing your song.”  

“How do you know?” You were instantly way more alert from those news, softly pushing him by the shoulders so he could spill all the intel. 

“Because of the Secret Society…” He playfully rolled his eyes. The Secret Society was your band’s fan club, and you received their newsletter every month. You didn’t think Eddie would’ve read it, especially not before you, so this gesture warmed up your heart in ways you couldn't describe with words alone. “Yeah, I think it comes out in June.” 

“It’ll be a date then,” 

He nodded in reply, smiling all doe eyed and blissed out before grabbing your hand and poking you in the nose with his pinkie finger. 

“Let’s just hope that title is not a bad omen for you,” you teased him, making him audibly gasp and tackle you with smooches on that ticklish spot on the side of your neck. 

“Shut up, man!” he wheezed, “No way, baby, you’ll see. This year – is my year…” 

You extend your hand like a trident of power as you run,  hoping that some invincible string, some kind of magnetic force will help drag you towards the light, towards Eddie’s sobbing figure crouched down over you. 

Don’t run away, it’s only me

Don’t be afraid 

Of what you can see 

You’re so close, so so close, you’re able to see the tears running down on Eddie’s face. 

The chorus rises in crescendo as your one last hope, repeating itself like the last notes of a carnival song at the end of the day when the heat is syrupy sweet and there’s cheer flowing like confetti along the air.

You’d made him a promise, you’d go on that date, he’d graduate this year… 

Don’t run away, it’s only me 

Don’t be afraid of what you can see 

It’s only me 

It’s only me… 

You scrunch shut your eyes and dive into the light as the last notes of the trumpets sign off. 

You come back to yourself with a gasp, gulping for that one breath after having been drowning, instantly clinging to Eddie whose arms are madly grasping at each bit of your skin he could. 

You feel his tears on your face before you can even focus your sight – feel his trembling lips on your forehead, hands roughly encasing your face to press hard kisses on your cheeks and nose and lips. 

When you finally open your eyes you’re met with his doe eyes, crystalline with tears that form rivers on his cheeks that you immediately surge up to kiss away, grabbing his hands where they rest on your face. 

“I thought I’d lost you,” He sobs. 

“We have a date, remember? I’ve never bailed on my promises.” 

Regardless of the crowd around you, your attention is purely consumed by Eddie for it’s the first time you’ve seen him since he went missing. 

“You remembered…” you murmur against his mouth, weakly taking off the headphones he’d placed on your ears. 

“What’s that, baby?” 

“My favorite song…” 

“How could I ever forget?” 

“But, how? I don’t remember having my cassette with me in my backpack.” 

“I have it -- carry it everywhere. In case you ever need something to cheer you up.” 

You kiss him, again and again and again, basking in his scent, in the softness of his clothes, in his skin against yours, because despite it all he’d chosen to keep a piece of you with him throughout the mayhem all around him. Because he’d chosen you, ever since you moved to Hawkins, and continued to choose you. 

Because his hold became a home, when yours had been left behind in the past. 

You kiss him again and again, all over his face, clinging to him because you don’t know what tomorrow may bring, what may change. 

Again and again, kissing away his tears, tongue licking into his mouth in your desire to get impossibly closer still to him. 

And again, infinitely glad to have chosen to stay to see just another day with Eddie by your side.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #stranger things #fanfiction #stranger things 4 #my writing #prompt fill #angst with a happy ending

[alexanderharveywright]

BASICS.

name: Alexander Harvey Wright (Alex, Lex, Al, Xander)

age / dob: 35 | April 20th 1988

species: Witch (aura reading, telekinesis, healing, teleportation)

hometown: Lunar Cove, Rhode Island

current residence: Downtown Lunar Cove

occupation: Film Director Artist & Coven Advisor

family: Caleb Wright (brother) + other half-siblings.

notable connections: Poppy Reed (Friend, Lover, Coven's Supreme, It's complicated) , (view wanted connections below ⬇️ )

Taurus ☀️ Gemini 🌙 Libra ⬆️

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

Coven Members - Anyone in the coven would know Alex as the Advisor of 1 year.

All Witches - Alex has tried to reach out to every witch in the city. He believes in the unity the coven brings, and has likely tried to recruit your muse.

Other Town Leaders - Alex has served as advisor to the coven for 1 year and would know other local leaders.

Locals to Lunar Cove - Alex lived in LC from birth til age 18 (1988-2006) I would love old school friends, former neighbors, and other pivotal adolescent connections

Residents of Downtown Lunar Cove - Alex lives in Downtown, close to the coven HQ, and he's certainly involved within his neighborhood.

Artists - If your muse is involved in the arts of any kind they could've met Alex at a local art event.

Other - Should nothing work for you and / or your muse, please let me know and I'd be happy to brainstorm something for us. :)

TIMELINE:

1988 - Born 4/20.

1991 - Parents Divorced. Alex starts kindergarten.

1993 - Parents remarry and have other children.

1998 - Two more of Alex's sisters are born.

2006 - Alex graduates from highschool.

2010 - Alex graduates from college.

2010-2014 - "The Lost Years"

2015 - Alex returns to Lunar Cove

2019 - Alex calls off his engagement to his fiancé and buys his home.

2022 - Alex accepts the position as Advisor to the Coven

2023 - Present Day

HEADCANONS:

Alex has a dog. She's a husky named Aurora.

Alex has lost count of how many tattoos he has.

FULL BIOGRAPHY.

TW: Divorce, Drugs, Alcohol, Infidelity, OverDose, Death, Cancer

As Aphrodite announced her return from the underworld with the promising green of Spring, a baby boy was born in Lunar Cove, Rhode Island; Alexander Harvey Wright. When he was only three years old his parents divorced. Later in life, this would come as no surprise to Alex as his father had been married before and after his mother. He was an absentee parent at his best. Now, a grown man, he doesn't hate his father, but he certainly doesn't see much good in him aside from the checks he cuts.

After his parents' divorce, Alex's mother and father both remarried and had more children. He was raised in Lunar Cove with his mother, step father, and three sisters. Alex saw his father and other half siblings on occasion, as they would visit Lunar Cove from time to time. Except for a brother who was human.

From a young age, he was a gifted witch and found the confines of the magically protected town reassuring as he stepped into his power. Aura reading came first. A gift that served him well over the years, allowing him to see others in such a real and vulnerable way. Then came healing, an important skill for a boy who sometimes acted first and thought second. In a fight with one of his sisters, Alex discovered he was a telekinetic, too. His fourth and final gift came when he joined the town's coven. Ironically, it was the one that would later make him leave it. In a meditative state, a practice he had adapted in his early teens to learn to control his emotions (read: magic), Alex teleported. A gush of wind made him aware of his change in scenery, and when his eyes opened he no longer sat in his bedroom but atop Lunar Cove's water tower.

With highschool and his hometown in the rear view, Alex studied film at a university in New York. It was just a few town hops from where he grew up, but a whole new world of discoveries. During his sophomore year he wrote a screenplay that, the following summer, he directed. For his work on the film, he was nominated for an oscar but lost. It didn't shake Alex's determination to keep creating, rather it inspired him to try again. His second nomination came shortly after he finished undergrad. It was an unexpected win. Alex never imagined, especially at a mere twenty-two, that he'd win an oscar. His elation somewhat short lived as his father's praise lasted all of one second before he had to mention one of Alex's siblings who'd accomplished something else even more spectacular.

Eventually, Alex stopped trying to prove himself to anyone but himself, and suddenly everything about his life seemed to get a whole lot easier. He gave into hedonism like never before, indulging his every whim and desire and allowing it to inspire him to create however and whatever he wished. It was the launching point for his career, and for many years Alex never stopped to rest. When he wasn't working as a director he was creating via some other medium, be that painting a new lover, or forging the curves of an old one from memory into clay. His productivity stopped only for darker debauchery; illicit drugs, alcohol, and potions fueled many a days on end benders. Experiences he used to keep his creative fuse lit.

During that time in his life, Alex did a lot of things he later would come to regret. His heart even less loyal than the body he put in bed next to a different body nearly every night. Not the kind of son any mother would be proud of, yet alone one like his with three daughters. His illicit affairs weren't his only shame, though no one knew the latter. During what he now just calls 'the lost years', a friend overdosed in front of him, and he couldn't just watch him die. So, Alex healed him; a human man. Unaware of his friend's gifts, even after he saved his life.

The accident scared him enough to sober up some, and for a moment he considered returning home to Lunar Cove. It was never his intention to be away for so long, he was close to his family there, but it was hard to resist the lure of adventure. Eventually, Alex took up a semi-permanent residence in New York when he started dating an actress from one of his films. Their life was good there. He enjoyed himself just enough not to be his family's shame, but something was calling him home, and it refused to stop until he listened.

It certainly wasn't the homecoming he'd imagined. His sisters and their mother gathered around the kitchen table of his childhood home. She was sick. The matriarch of their family; the glue. A wise woman with all the worlds answer who could sooth any care or worry with just a look. She had cancer, and the prognosis was terminal. A reality Alex struggled with for many reasons. A talented healer and absolutely useless to save his own mother. He despised himself for awhile. Loathed the limits of his magic, and the greediness of his wandering soul that kept him away for many years he could've had with his mom. Alex threw himself into his practice, focusing on magic to distract him from the inevitable.

Before she passed he proposed to his girlfriend. His mother gave him her ring from her marriage to his father, but Alex chose to buy something instead. Even then, deep down, he knew she wasn't the one. After his mom died, Alex broke off the engagement. He didn't love her like he should. The dream of marriage, of a family, weren't dreams he had with her. She was devastated, and in his villainy he felt relieved.

The return of Poppy Reed to Lunar Cove occurred some months before the engagement formally ended. She haunted him like a petulant ghost until the moment his conscience relieved him of the guilt of infidelity. A reunion that did not sooth the ache of grief within him. Though, nothing would. He'd carry it with him every day until, in time, he grew used to its weight.

Art and magic, arguably a medium that was one in the same, had always been a welcome distraction. Alexander leaned into both as he stared into the future with no direction but an openness for what fate would allow.

In downtown Lunar Cove, close to the coven headquarters, Alexander purchased a three floor tall and skinny where he could live and work. A studio for his passions on the first floor, a three bedroom living space on the second, and an attic to practice his craft up top. The extra rooms were for guests, siblings, or whoever needed it. He did what he could to support his community, so it shouldn't have come as a surprise to him when he was nominated to complete the trials for supreme. It was a title, a responsibility, a weight on his head that Alex didn't want. Yet, he accepted the challenge and gave his all. Only to be forgone at the end by the ancestors when they chose Poppy. A choice he supported from the very start, and not just because it meant he didn't have to be the supreme.

Reluctantly, he accepted his new Supreme's request to serve as advisor to the coven. A role that came with a weight and responsibility of its own, though he never envied the differences in the heaviness of their crowns.

#about

[merci-bitch]

Her Lover

Alma LeFay Peregrine x fem!reader

Warnings: abuse, swearing, death, fluff, angst

Words: 5k

A/N: it’s been a while, hasn’t it. Lol. I’ve been having my exams and shit and I’ve been working on this for the longest time so I’m really sorry if there’s a word that’s not supposed to be there, I don’t really proof read. But hopefully more stuff shall be coming soon. Ta ta! Xx

Jake was surprised, it was all real. What his grandfather had told him, all those stories. They were real. It was unbelievable. At first, when he saw the boomed children's home he didn't really believe it. As that man said at the pub. 3 September 1943. No one survived, but then how come Miss Peregrine's letter had only come 2 years before to his grandfather. How was that even possible?

When we first entered the loop, he of course ran away and nearly got himself killed. Thankfully his new friends saved him from those angry Walsh people. The house looked so different from those ruins he saw. It was actually a very beautiful house. Big and tall and all those flowers growing up on the sides. Completely different.

Miss Peregrine wasn't anything like he'd expected. Not at all, despite from all the stories he'd got from his grandfather. Apparently she was the bird flying above him and his father when they first arrived to Cairnholm. Ever since Jake arrived, he'd notice that on the bird's right hand, her ring finger. There was a small ring with a single diamond. Jake knew it wasn't probably wasn't his thing to ask, but he didn't see anyone else then the people he'd already seen. His grandfather had never really mentioned anything or anyone else then the ones he'd already talked about.

He had helped Emma with the baby squirrel, it was a bit awkward wrapping the rope around her waist. He'd noticed Miss Peregrine's glare, it was uneasy. As if she felt some sort of jealousy? But that was ridiculous. Absurd. Jake had agreed to join them for supper. Emma was helping him in his grandfather's old room. He just couldn't but ask.

"Emma, could I ask you a question?"

"Jake, I told you that there are questions I can't answer." Emma said as she tied his tie.

"I know, but it's just. Does Miss Peregrine love you? Like, that way?"

Emma stilled. Almost uncomfortably.

"Jake. What's got you to even think of such disgusting things?!"

"I'm sorry! It's just, I saw her glare." Jake held his hands up in defeat.

Emma let out a sigh. Looked down before looking up again. "You must understand. Miss Peregrine, well all of us lost someone dear. It's taking her long time to actually get back to who she is. So please, stop asking questions." As she finished speaking the bell rang. They both walked down together and Jake almost sat down on Millard.

"Millard. Go and put some clothes on. Polite persons do not take their supper in the nude."

Jake almost felt sorry for him, he didn't mean to take his place really. He couldn't see him, obviously. He was, well he is invisible. During dinner, he couldn't help but stare at Miss Peregrine's right hand with that ring. Her long slim fingers with those long nails. The ring was silver. The small diamond was pretty. And shiny.

"Claire, why aren't you eating?" Miss Peregrine asked, looking with worry to Claire. Chewing on the piece of food.

"She's embarrassed in front of Jake." Hugh said, leaning over to Claire.

Jake shook his head. "Don't be. Please."

Claire looked over at Miss Peregrine with a small smile and Miss Peregrine sent Claire a wink before turning back to her own food. Claire grabbed the chicken leg and put it behind her head and a few seconds later she put the clean bone back on her plate.

"So Jake, what's your peculiarity?" Horace asked. Leaning over the table a bit to see Jake as he asked.

"Oh, I'm not peculiar." Jake stammered.

Enoch put down his fork and knife and said, "And that, my friends, is why he will not be staying with us. No matter how hard we try to persuade him."

Miss Peregrine spoke up again. Her voice light but firm. "We've spoken about this. Jake is just visiting."

Hugh opened his mouth, "He might want to say."

"Don't you want to stay, Jake?" Olive asked.

"Tonight? Or..-" Jake didn't get a chance to finish of his sentence before Claire irrupted him.

"Forever! You should stay forever." Her smile big.

"Why would he, if he doesn't have to? He can live out there, grow older, have a good time instead." Enoch said. Trying to make a clear point of why he didn't want Jake in the house. Jake could feel Emma slightly lift from her seat despite being strapped down. She was getting uncomfortable.

"He'll leave, just like his grandfather did." With that, Enoch started eating again and Emma got up and practically ran out of the room despite her heavy shoes. Miss Peregrine's call for Emma didn't stop her. As Emma left, a clothed Millard came into the room. Excusing himself. Sitting down and starting to eat his own food.

"Deep breathes Alma, you know how dear Enoch gets with new company."

Miss Peregrine closed her eyes at the voice inside her head. She was right. She slowly got up as the telephone rang. "I think you should all get ready for movie time while I answer that."

"But you always let us stay for it." Claire begged. Miss Peregrine turned around and gave the children a glare that almost scared Jake. She was a strange woman, yes she was. Miss Peregrine stepped out to the hallway, to the ringing telephone. This time, she nearly didn't answer it. Wishing the voice inside her head would come back. Missing the touch of that person with the voice nearly threw her off guard. She nearly kicked herself from going off schedule. Shaking her head, she answered the telephone and went on with the schedule.

The time went on, again. Horace's projected his dreams. One particular dream made Alma tense up. She couldn't watch it. She turned on the lights and heard all the groans from the children. It was almost re-set time. Olive asked Jake to stay and see the re-set. Enoch clearly didn't want him to. Alma felt herself chuckle softly. The arguments between Enoch and re-set. Alma stepped out in her raincoat and put on her gas mask after putting on the music. Run Rabbit Run. She would always sing along to the song-Alma kicked herself mentally again. She stopped her clock, she turned it 24 times to represent the 24 hours of the loop. She took of the gas mask and smiled towards her children.

She said her goodnight to the other children as Emma and Jake made their way out the door. Her smile faded as they disappeared from her view. She closed the door, knowing Emma would lock it. She slowly made her way up the stairs, to the end of the hallway, to her bedroom. She opened the door and walked in and closed the door again and locked it. Leaning against the door and closing her eyes.

"You know me better then I do. Can't seem to keep nothing from you. How you touch my soul from the outside. I still love you even though I'm scared. Learning to be grateful of myself. I wish I could love me like you did, how I wish I could trust myself like you did."

She moved from the door and towards her desk and sat down and started unpinning her hair. Brushing through her hair slowly. That black-blue hair. The little curls. She got undressed and dressed in her lacy nightgown and brushed her teeth and took off the makeup she'd been carrying during the day. She laid down in the cold bed, shivering slightly. Falling asleep after a few minutes.

***

"Clarice! Clarice come on. We have to get back. We can't stay in La Pari forever. We've been gone 7 years too long!" Claire let out a groan and stopped walking. "But Y/N! I love Paris!" Y/N shook her head. Her little sister was definitely a number. "Well, you wrote to Alma we'd be home, so let's go." Clarice didn't move. "I? I didn't write. She's your wife." Y/N felt herself tense up. Oh no. Y/N had forgotten to write, and she'd hopped her darling sister had written.

"When was the last time You wrote back home Clarice." Y/N looking over at her sister, with a glare almost identical to Alma's. Clarice bit her bottom lip. "5 years ago." Y/N felt her head spinning. She sat down and rubbed her forehead. Clarice started laughing. "What's so funny?!" Clarice threw her head back in laughter.

"Oh lord, the handful you will get when you get back. I mean Abe will definitely be in her side." Clarice said while patting her older sister's shoulder. "God. She'd kill me. I swear, I didn't mean to forget and I thought you'd been writing." Clarice shook her head. "But you're right. Let's go home."

***

"Jake, you're back. How wonderful." Miss Peregrine said as she held the Ymbryne tight to her.

"How's it doing?" Jake asked. "Emma said it was an Ymbryne."

"She. Not 'it'. Ymbrynes are always female." Miss Peregrine said as she looked up at Jake. "And Emma was quite correct. This is Miss Avocet." Miss Peregrine continued to give Miss Avocet the medicine.

"Her loop's in Blackpool, England." Jake said. Miss Peregrine slowly turned her head up towards him and saw him holding a piece of paper. "That was a private letter, Jake." She said as she put down the medication.

"Who is Mr. Barron?" Jake asked, slightly raising his voice.

Miss Peregrine's face expression turned blank and her right hand came almost protectively over Miss Avocet.

"Miss Peregrine, if my grandpa was involved with dangerous people. I need to tell the police." Miss Peregrine looked up at Jake again, her brows knitted with confusion.

"Police? Are you implying Abe died an unnatural death?" Her voice going quiet.

"I found him in the woods, with his eyes missing. I'd say that was pretty unnatural." Jake said as he watched Miss Peregrine raise from her chair. Miss Peregrine looked at Jake in disappointment, snatching the letter out of his hands.

"Unless essential, I don't discuss unpleasant matters. An Ymbryne's duty is to protect children, Jake." With that, she left the room, almost in a hurry.

"I'm not a child! He wanted you to tell me everything!" Jake shouted after her. Jake let out a sigh of frustration and walked down the hallway and was stopped when both Enoch and Olive came into his view.

"Oh. How frustrating for you. Between Miss Peregrine's rules and my housemates' little pact not to scare you off, it's like no one's telling you anything." Enoch was sarcastic. Olive stood quietly behind him. Jake leaned forward.

"Why don't you, then? It's not like you want me here."

This time, Olive spoke up.

"Enoch, you can't. You promised." Enoch looked back at Olive before answering.

"Olive's right. I do know someone who can get away with breaking rules though. Want to meet him?" Jake looked a bit uneasy at Enoch before following him up the stairs. Olive behind them.

"Enoch, don't do this. Please!" She grabbed his arm, begging him not to do whatever he was going to do.

"You want to spend time with me and Jake, we can all play together. That's what you said." Enoch said as they reached a door at the end of the hallway. Olive stood in front of them. Not letting them pass through the door.

"Well, here we all are." Enoch said. Olive looked up at him with a bit ready expression. "Move Olive."

"If you're going to be like that, then I don't want to be your friend." With that, Olive left. Sobbing quietly to herself while walking down the hallway.

"Enoch, leave Victor alone. It really upsets Bronwyn." Fiona said as she walked up to Enoch and Jake. Enoch put both his hands on Fiona's shoulders, "Stop fussing, Fiona. Don't you think Jake should meet everybody?" He said while looking over at Jake.

"He's trying to frighten you away, Jake. He's always jealous of Abe. And now he's jealous of you. Come and play with us instead."

Enoch crossed his arms and looked at Jake, waiting for an answer. Jake didn't really know what to say.

"I'd quite like to meet Victor." Jake said after some time. Enoch smiled and ruffed Fiona's hair. Enoch opened the door, letting Jake walk in. "After you."

In the middle of the room there was a bed, covered in thin layers of fabric, and Jake saw Victor, lying there. He slowly walked in, moving with small steps towards the bed.

"Hello, Victor. I'm Jake. I'm sorry to disturb.." Jake looked down at Victor. His eyes were missing.

"Yeah, he can't hear you." Enoch said. Enoch got on his knees and opened Victor's shirt and put the heart he held down into Victor's chest. Jake saw how Victor's chest started to heavy. Almost like a jump scare in movies, Victor sat up and looked over at Jake.

"Hello, Jake. I'm Victor. Do you want to know what killed me?" Almost like a puppet he was. It scared Jake and he ran out of the room, downstairs where Miss Peregrine and the rest of the children were waiting.

"Ah, there you are. Is Enoch with you? It'd time for our daily walk." Miss Peregrine said.

***

Alma walked into the room where Victor lay. Sighing once seeing Victor's covers down. She pulled them up, making sure they covered him and slowly sat down. Noticing the tear falling down his cheek. Softly wiping it away and pulling him up and held him against her chest.

One of the most disappointing things she'd ever done. How she couldn't be able to save Victor, how she'd let her poor child die. She never meant for him to die, she never meant for Bronwyn to lose her brother. Alma felt herself tear up.

"It's alright Alma, you did what you could and for that, Victor will forever be grateful."

She really wanted to believe those words. Oh, how hard life could be. She couldn't let herself to cry. She'd always say it was alright to cry, but Alma just couldn't. She slowly put Victor back in his place and looked at her watch. She had a few minutes before the children would be back, but she had to keep schedule.

Alma walked out of the room, closing the door. Walking down the hallway to the right and then further down that hallway and then into her own bedroom. Closing the door behind her, locking it. Just in case. She quickly walked over to the dressed against the wall, opened a drawer and pulled out a shirt that didn't belong to her.

Sticking her nose deep into the fabric, closing her eyes and breathing in the familiar sent. Holding onto the shirt tightly. Alma felt her eyes sting.

Why did life have to be so cruel? Why couldn't just one person live a life and be happy. Is it only fairytales that get their happy endings and not people in the real world? Was the 'perfect' life all just a big lie that you were told on the television outisde loops? Why couldn't you just live yourself in your dreams? Wouldn't life be so much better if you could? It would save all troubles from people.

Alma slowly sat down on the bed. Still holding the shirt tightly to her. Breathing in the sent again. Letting her eyes roll back for just a second. Accidentally losing herself in the sent. Letting a soft moan escape her mouth which caused her to blush. Hand covering her mouth as she blushed even more.

"My shirt hm?"

Alma turned around with a gasp. No one was there, she let out a sigh. Alma got up again, checked her clock and put the shirt back in the drawer and walked downstairs. Waiting for the children to arrive back home.

***

"Clarice, where was the loop again?"

"You can't be serious. We lived with Alma for years, you're married to her for gods sake!" Clarice sat down in the damp grass, crossing her arms. Letting out a huff.

"Awh, stop acting like a bloody kid! Maybe help me instead of acting like such a bloody moron!" Y/N answered to her sister.

She let out a huff and sat down on a rock. Y/N felt bad. She'd been gone 7 years too long and Alma probably thought she was dead. Just because her little sister didn't write as she used to. Y/N reaches into her pocket and pulled out a few photos. Photos she took, before she left.

Most were of Alma. It was one of the only times she'd let her time be taken from her. She missed the bird.

"Could you stop sobbing and perhaps do something to help? You cant stare at th-hey. Y/N. Was that Abe?"

Y/N looked up and saw nothing. She turned to her sister and hit the back of her head.

"Very funny."

***

The children were packing after they're realisation that they couldn't stay. As Alma had finally gotten the suitcase to close, thanks to the twins, the doorbell rang. How odd. She hadn't expected anyone. Alma walked up towards the door and opened the door and felt her whole body tense.

"Miss Peregrine, what a pleasure to meet you at last!"

Mr. Barron was holding his hand shaped knife against Jake's neck. Alma felt her breathing stop for only a second. What on earth was happening?!

"May we come in?"

Alma took a few steps back, letting him inside the house. Her children standing on the stairs.

"Children! Would you make your way down the stairs, please?" Mr. Barron shouted.

Alma raised her voice. "I give the orders in this house, Mr. Barron." Looking at him sternly.

"Not today. You should know that Jake has served his purpose. If you value his life, I suggest everyone does as they're told. Children!"

Alma raised her finger and shushed him. "No one tells my children what to do!" Alma turned around, a split of disgust in her expression. "Children, come down here, please." Her voice was strong but soft.

The children made their way slowly down the stairs.

"Miss Peregrine-"

"I thought I told you to be quiet." Alma snapped back at him. Giving him one of her famous death glares. She slowly made her way around again to look at her beautiful children. Knowing she might never see them again.

"Children, for Jake's safety, we're going to do what Mr. Barron asks. He wishes to take me with him to his rendezvous in Blackpool. So, for his protection, he'd like me to assume bird form, preferably caged. And he'd like you to make your way into a lockable room, such as the parlour." Alma turned her frame towards the parlour then back to her children before turning around to look at Mr. Barron.

"As he won't release Jake if he fears an attack could be mounted upon him once he loses his leverage. Correct, Mr. Barron?" Alma raised her chin, showing how she awfully despised him. Mr. Barron was at loss of words.

"You're sacrificing yourself and all of us, for Jake?"

Came behind her, Alma turned around and looked at Enoch.

"Me. Barrons travels with a Hollow, Enoch. Once it arrives here, we're all dead." She could almost feels Mr. Barron's wicked grin behind her. Alma saw Horace lean in to whisper something to Enoch but didn't bother to listen. It took everything not to shed a tear. She'd lost everything now. The woman she loved the most, her dear children. Everything.

She moved towards the parlours door and said her goodbye to each child that passed her, ending with a hug from Emma and the twins which made her she'd a tear. Once every child was inside the parlour, she grabbed the door handle to each door and took a deep breath and looked over her children.

"It's been my privilege, to care for you all. Goodbye my children."

Alma closed the doors and turned the lock and turned to face Barron, showing her anger through her tear stained cheeks. Taking steps forward.

"Now let him go."

"Oh, but the fun's just begun Alma." Barron let out a low chuckle.

"How dare you speak my name, filthy bastard." Alma tightened her tone. Growing more impatient by each second that passed.

Barron let out another chuckle, this time of surprise.

"My my, what words those pretty lips let out. Tell me, how's dear old Y/N doing?"

Alma clenched her jaw. Feeling as she might explode.

"How dare you speak her name?! How dare you come here, act like you own everything I have. You took her from me! How dare you mention anything of her's. I know what you did to her family, how her parents practically coward before you. On their knees begging to not die. Letting their dear children's lives pay their depth."

As Alma continued, Barron only chuckled. Jake was confused. Who was Y/N? What did this woman mean to Miss Peregrine?

"Technically I wasn't the one who sold her, her mother was. Her dear parents are still loyal to me as ever. I'd never gotten a chance to meet dear Y/N. So tell me, where is she?"

This time, it was Alma's time to be confused.

"What do you mean by that. No tricks Mr. Barron. I want the honest truth."

As he let Jake go, letting out a groan. "Listen, lady. I'd never meet her. If I had, do you think I'd be asking you? So come now Miss Peregrine. Where is she. Her mommy and daddy just wanna say hello."

Alma felt herself start to tremble. Y/N hadn't been in Barron's possession.

She'd spoken to Jake. Begging him to care of her children before turning into bird form. Flying into the cage. Leaving with Mr. Barron. If her dearest was really alive, she'd never see her again. Nor her beloved children.

***

"Emma, I have a question. Look-I know you don't answer them but it's about something Miss Peregrine said before she turned into a bird. Who's Y/N?"

Emma went quiet for a moment, not really wanting to speak. Jake let out a sigh and continued to talk.

"Mr. Barron said he'd never meet Y/N before. What does this mean-who is she?" Jake looked t Emma who's eyes looked at his. A slight tone of happiness appearing on her face.

"So, that means she could still possibly be alive." Emma's smile got bigger.

"Who is she? Is she another peculiar?" Jake was growing impatient.

Emma sighed. "Alright, if I tell you. Will you stop asking?"

Jake nodded his head and sat down and waited for Emma to speak.

"Y/N came to our home years ago, before Miss Peregrine had made the loop. She came with her sister Clarice. When they came they were both pretty young. I think Clarice was 15 and Y/N perhaps 20. I heard Miss Peregrine talk with them about what had happened to them. It wasn't really, nice."

Emma sat down herself and took a deep breath.

"Mr. Barron came to their house, in the middle of the night and killed their brother, well took his eyes. He was around 8. She talked about how their parents had sold them to Barron for their own safety. But before Barron could touch them they'd ran away. They'd taken the boat and arrived here."

Jake listened as she explained more about Y/Nk's past. But there was just one question bothering him.

"What about the ring on Miss Peregrine's finger?" Jake asked.

"Y/N and Miss Peregrine kinda fell for each other. A few years after the loop was created, they got married. Then again a few years later, perhaps 7 years ago. Both of them left, Y/N and her sister. But after two years they stopped writing back home. We heard nothing from them and since Barron wanted to recreate the experiment Miss Peregrine told you about.”

Jake nodded, shocked. He had nothing against the LGBT community but he’d never thought Miss Peregrine was a lesbian. Perhaps she wasn’t, maybe just fell for the one person she trusted most.

They went on, the plan to save Miss Peregrine.

***

“Clarice, fix it. Please. Something has happened.”

Y/N was panicking. The loop was gone, not a child in sight. Alma wasn’t here either. Clarice had the peculiarity of restoring time, she restored the loop. Made everything go back to normal. The house looked itself again but no child was there. What the hell happened. How long has the house been like this? Clarice was too busy walking to her room.

Y/N looked around, saw suitcases. Were they leaving? But why, and where? It felt strange being back in the house, but with everyone gone. Y/N walked around, touching the walls and everything. Y/N walked upstairs and into the bedroom she once shared with Alma and closed the door behind her. Alma’s perfume hitting her like a smack in the face. The scent of smoke, flowers.

She pulled open the drawer and pulled out one of the dark blue lacy nightgowns and spelled. Alma. Y/N looked out the window. It was dark and it was raining. Y/N loved the rain. She walked over to the window and sat down by the window and opened it to listen to the rain and felt herself drift off into sleep.

***

Alma opened the door and walked in. How in the hell was the house still standing? She hadn’t reset the loop. She was wet and she was tired and drained. She quickly walked into the bathroom connected to her room and took a warm, long and hot shower. She wrapped the towel around herself and stepped out. Looking in the drawer for her nightgown but it wasn’t there. Alma turned her head to the figure she saw sitting by the window and nearly had a heart attack.

She grabbed her pillow and hit Y/N with it multiple times.

“You reckless little-“

“Alma, hey! Stop hitting me!”

“I have every right to be angry at you! I thought you were dead. For 7 years you’ve been gone and then you stop writing?!”

Y/N could see Alma’s cheeks turning red from anger. She stepped forward, grabbing the pillow out of Alma’s hands and kissed her knuckles. Which made Alma shut up.

“Why’d you do that to me, to the children.” Alma’s voice was on breaking point.

Y/N looked up, into those blue eyes. “I never meant to. I forgot to write-“ Alma cut her off with a snort.

“Of course you did.” Alma took the nightgown from Y/N and dropped her towel and put it on. Feeling Y/N’s eyes on her. It made her shiver. Then she felt arms wrapped around her waist and a soft kiss on her right shoulder. “I’ve missed you. Please don’t leave again.” She felt Y/N shake her head and turned around in her arms and kissed her lover on the lips softly. Nearly losing herself in her lover’s lips. Laughing softly after feeling Y/N’s hands tickle her sides.

“I hate you.”

“You love me birdy.”

#alma peregrine x reader #alma peregrine #mphfpc

[jungwonenthusiast]

warnings: unprotected sex, oral (female recieving)

A/N: I got this requested but I fucked something up and accidentally deleted it so here it is!

You spray your Yves Saint Laurent onto your wrists and dab some of it onto the back of your ears.

It’s Taeyong’s birthday today and you need to look nice.

You check your hair and makeup one more time before hopping in your car and driving to Taeyong’s place.

His house is pretty much a palace. It looks like a goddamn museum. Taeyong‘s grandfather joined the Yakuza as a refugee in Japan and eventually became a boss. The business has been passed down ever since.

You’re greeted with a waiter.

“Hello Ms. y/n.” she hands you a glass of champagne. “Lovely to see you.”

“Thank you,” you smile at her and take a sip of the rosè.

You place your gift for him at the gift table and greet your way up to Taeyong.

“y/n,” he walks over to you. “so glad you made it.” He takes your hand and gives it a quick kiss. “You look incredible.”

You roll your eyes at him. “Since when were you so proper.”

“What do you mean,” he looks around the room. “look at my house, it’s only right that I treat you like a lady.”

“Gross.” you wrinkle your nose. “I’ve seen you literally pee yourself before, no need to think of me as a lady.”

“I was eight alright?” he protests and you laugh.

“Happy birthday you gramp.” you pat his shoulder and he gives you the stink eye.

“Gramp?” he scoffs. “I’m five months older than you.”

“Whatever.” you roll your eyes and he smiles.

“You look beautiful,” he tugs at your red dress.

“So do you,” you say and he does. His pink hair is slicked back and his suit fits him perfectly. “Did you do your makeup? It looks good.”

“Thank you,” he pretends to tuck hair behind his ear and you laugh. His eyeshadow is a sparkly burgundy and it compliments him perfectly.

You walk around, snacking on tiny gourmet food and saying hello to everyone.

“Noona!” says someone who can’t be anyone than Haechan.

You turn around to see his jogging towards you. You catch him in your arms. “Hi!” you say, strained.

“You look very pretty.” he says to you and you ruffle his hair.

“Thank you Haechanie.” you notice that he already smells a bit like alcohol. “Don’t get to drunk tonight okay, do you remember what happened last time?”

He looks away, embarrassed. At the last party Haechan got black out drunk and called Mr. Kang a “fat fuck” and got himself socked in the jaw.

“Yes noona.” he says and you chuckle.

You continue to greet people through out the night, shaking hands and giving light hugs to rich men and women.

The night continues to go swell until you stumble into someone and end und up with champagne all over your black Dior dress.

"Fuck," you curse under your breath, trying not to lose your cool. You look up at the culprit and you're met with an angelically handsome face. "I'm so sorry," the man says and calls over a waiter for a napkin.

"It's fine," you grumble. You're not afraid to be casual with him despite the fact that he probably has a gun strapped to his waist.

He hands you a wad of napkins. "I would help you out but I don't want to get stabbed."

You raise an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"Is that not a knife in your thigh garter?" he asks.

"How'd you notice that?" you smirk at him while dabbing alcohol off of your dress.

"I've got a keen eye," he smiles and hold a hand out. "nice to meet you, my name's Jaehyun."

You shake his hand. "I'd say nice to meet you too if you hadn't spilled champagne all over me."

He chuckles. "Am I gonna get your name?"

"It's y/n." you say put your hands on your hips.

"How do you know Taeyong hyung?" he asks.

"We've known each other since childhood," you say. "I have a collection of embarrassing stories about him if you want any."

He laughs. "Only if you don't mind."

You spend probably an hour talking to this guy and telling all about yours and Taeyong’s childhood adventures.

“No way he peed,” Jaehyun says, laughing loudly.

“I swear he did,” you insist. You guys are sitting in one of Taeyong’s spare rooms now. “it was the highlight of my year.”

“It’s so hard to imagine the main boss of the Yakuza pissing himself,” he says through choked up laughs.

He has a good laugh, hearty and from the soul.

“Right? I think I’m always gonna treat him the same as I did when we were kids no matter how many people he kills.” you giggle.

“That’s fucking hilarious,” he’s still chuckling.

He pushes his dark brown hair out of his perfect face.

He smells expensive and he’s wearing luxurious rings on a few of his fingers.

He takes a deep breath from all of the laughing and his eyes find yours.

“You’re very beautiful,” he says abruptly and you giggle.

“Thank you,” you smile and try not to stare as he takes his suit coat off. He rolls up the sleeves of his button down and you can see the tail of a dragon tattoo spiraling all the way down to his wrist.

He fidgets with his fingers, twisting his rings around. His hands are pale and look strong, you wonder what they’d feel like on your skin.

You sigh and lock eyes with him one more time before he leans over and takes you by the back of your neck. “Come here,” he says under his breath but you push him away.

“Do you think I’m that easy?” you say and he smirks.

“Come on my love,” he runs his hand down your thigh. “have some fun with me.”

“Make me.” you tease.

He smiles. “You’re gonna regret testing me,” he says pulls you by the waist right onto his lap.

He kisses like he knows what he wants.

Your hands find his hair and when you tug at the roots his hips buck up into yours just a little. You can already feel the heat building up in your core.

His arms tighten around your waist when he picks you up. You hold in a little squeal.

He lays you down onto the huge bed and goes right back to kissing you.

Soon his knee finds a place between your thighs and you moan into his kisses when he pushes up on you.

He smiles against your lips. “I didn’t know you’d be this sensitive.”

“Shut up,” you scoff and crash your lips against his.

Your fingers find the buttons of his shirt and you unbutton them as quick as you can.

You push the shirt off and get a good look at him. The tattoo starts from his chest and goes all the way down his left arm. He has a couple others stamped around his right arm and his torso. He really looks like he’s been carved out of clay.

Jaehyun tugs at the zipper on your dress and pulls it off of you in one smooth motion. He carefully takes your garter off of you as well and kisses your thigh while he’s at it.

You suddenly feel the need to cover yourself.

“Don’t do that,” he pulls your arms away from your chest and kisses your neck. “I wanna see you.”

His lips travel from your neck to your collarbones then to your chest and down, down, down until he’s met with your lace underwear.

“Spread these legs for me,” he pushes your knees apart but they knock back together right when he lets go. You’re embarrassed, you’re not used to being so submissive but with him, it just comes naturally.

He comes up to kiss you again. “Don’t be shy sweetheart, let me take care of you.”

Your cheeks get hot. You’re so desperate for him that it hurts.

He pushes your thighs open again and kisses around the lining of your underwear making you whine in anticipation.

“Patience darling,” he tsks you. “think about how good it’ll feel once I finally taste that pussy.”

You prop yourself onto your elbows and watch him leave kisses everywhere but where you need him the most.

After what feels like hours, he pulls your underwear to the side and gives you one long stripe. You whimper and fall back onto the bed.

He tastes you agaonizingly slowly, drawing out every lick.

“I need more,” you whine and he smiles.

“Maybe if you ask nicely.” he says.

“Please?” you ask pathetically.

“Atta girl.” he says before indulging in you like you’re dessert. “Fuck you taste good.” he whispers.

Your head tips back as he licks on your clit just right.

He pushes one finger into you and you whine.

“More,” you beg and he pushes in another one.

“Fuck,” You grab onto the sheets and grind your hips against his face. You feel him moan against you and it sends tingles down your spine.

You’re so close to finishing when he pulls away. You look at him with wide eyes.

“What? Did you think you’d get it that easy?” he taunts and you rolls your eyes.

“Please fuck me.” you plead before kissing him.

“I don’t think you deserve it.” he says.

You whimper. “I said please.”

“Not good enough,” he denotes. “I want you to tell me how bad you want it.”

“So bad,” you exhale as he kisses your neck. “I want to feel you inside of me.”

“Mhm?” he mumbles. “What else.”

“I want you to fuck me so hard that I feel it tomorrow.”

He smiles. “That’s more like it.” He sits up and unbuckles his belt.

He strokes himself before rubbing the tip at your clit.

“Fuck me already,” you say.

“Of course darling,” he says before pushing into you.

You’re eyes nearly rolls back from how good it feels. He stretches you so perfectly.

He starts slow, rolling his hips into yours, giving you a taste of what he feels like.

“Harder,” you breath out. “please.”

He gribs your waist before slamming his cock into you. A loud whine escapes your mouth.

“You feel so fucking good,” he says lowly.

“Keep going,” you say and moan when he complies.

You grab at back, scratching him from all of the pleasure.

He fucks you like he’s been doing it for years. Somehow he knows just how you like it.

“Touch yourself.” he tells you. “I wanna watch.”

He leans back, stilling fucking you to watch you rub your clit.

“So fucking hot.” he says with a smile as you play with your pussy.

He leans down to give you a kiss while he rams into you.

Your legs start to close but he pins them back open, keeping you spread for him. You moan, not caring if people hear you.

“How good does that cock feel?” he says.

It’s almost hard to respond. You’re so overwhelmed by the pleasure. “So fucking good,” you manage to say.

“You like when I fuck that cunt?” he kisses your neck. “Deep and hard.”

All you can do is nod pathetically.

You start to feel the fire building in your stomach and you grip at his inked covered arm.

“Don’t stop,” you beg and you’re relieved when he listens.

You feel your eyes roll back and your legs start to tremble as he hits your spot over and over, throwing you into your orgasm.

He moans into your neck as you pulse around him.

“Fuck,” he curses and slowly pulls out of you, letting his cum drip out of you.

You’re still shaking when he lays next to you. He pulls you into his chest, rubbing your back to help you calm down.

“You okay?” he whispers and you nod.

“You’re good,” you say and he chuckles.

“I know.”

#nct smut #jaehyun smut

[purple-stuck]

Hi It's me again! I hope my excessive rambling in the tags wasn't too annoying I just really loved that drabble you wrote

If it's not too much can I request something with Sollux and Gamzee meeting in the subjugglator training ranks after Ascension?

I'd really love to hear what your headcanons might be or what fics you take inspiration from about subjugglators off-planet

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Gamzee's breath was perfectly steady, his heartbeat perfectly level, his mind completely calm. Even as he hopped from platform to platform, moving at speeds imperceivable to the naked eye, his body remained impossibly calm. Such was the Messiahs' gift to him and all purplebloods like him. With training, they could command their body to do the impossible.

Gamzee stopped atop a thin pole, claws digging into his perch as he got his barings. A sea of bloodied spikes spread out around him, ensuring him a slow death should he miss even a single pole or platform. But beyond that, lie his goal. His target. The horned outline of which was a mere speck in his vision.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Gamzee felt the wood begin to give way beneath his weight and lept to another perch, hoping between poles and bouncing away before the could bend against him. Thoughtlessly, he reasoned out the closest platform in between leaps. Automatically, he twisted his body to reach them. His body twisted in ways that crack and snap the bones of any other caste. If the graveyard full of mangled bones below him was any indication, even other purples struggled to make such moves.

Soon, Gamzee's shadow was cast over his prey. A club appeared in his hand, upraised so as to crack open his target's skull in one swing.

For the first time since this lesson began, his breath hitched.

Gamzee's feet hit the ground, his momentum stopped dead. His club hung over his target's shoulder.

Breathe. In.

Breathe. Out.

At this distance, Gamzee could see that his target wasn't even a troll at all. Rather, he'd been tasked with assassinating a mannequin, a hard plastic replica of his would be victim. Gamzee felt his posture relax before he pulled his club back and cracked the target's head of with one swing.

Purple paint sprayed over Gamzee as the body hit the floor and he turned to his audience and bowed.

The audience cheered as the lights flashed on, a cacophony of honks, whoops, and cheers as the stage was revealed in full. If he bothered to look towards the pit, Gamzee could see all the remains of the clowns who came before him and failed. He did not look.

"well, would you look at that."

"HE ACTUALLY MANAGED TO PASS."

Two ropes descended down around him, carrying the Twin Instructors, clad in their iconic matching masks. Comedy's voice was sing song, contrasting Tragedy's melancholy just as their half masks contrasted their mood. Gamzee looked up to see half of Tragedy's face grinning down at him.

"still, you haven't quite managed to beat our record."

"MAYBE WE SHOULD HAVE HIM GO AGAIN."

The two broke into giggles, with the rest of the tent following. Gamzee heard a few voices call out for an encore and quietly hoped they wouldn't be heard. He didn't have it in him to go another round. He didn't know how Sollux did it so easily, controlling his body they way he did.

Tragedy leaned down and gave him an encouraging pat on the back, causing Gamzee to grin at him tiredly in between pants. Comedy leaned down to his other side, handing him a faygo and a rag.

"OH, BUT HE'S SO WORN OUT. WE WOULDN'T WANT TO BREAK OUR NEW FAVORITE."

"we'd love to share notes, but this isn't your show anymore. head to the lounge, it's time for the next act."

Gamzee chugged the bottle, nearly emptying it in two gulps as he walked off stage. He waved his thanks, to tired to talk, as he shoved his way through the curtains and into the lounge.

Gamzee finished his faygo as he lazily scanned the room. Normally, throwing a bunch of clowns into one room would be a recipe for disaster, but all was strangely quiet. It seemed like the others who passed the test were just as warn out from it as he was. It made him feel better to see his brothers and sisters laying around exhausted, half collapsed against walls or the couch. It made him proud to still be standing.

And then he saw Sollux, looking none the worse for wear as he hogged the couch. He smirked smugly as Gamzee made his way over, scooting over to let the shorter clown collapse next to him. "Jegus, you look like shit."

Gamzee flipped him off, causing Sollux to snort. "And you're acting like shit too. Maybe I'm a bad influence on you."

Gamzee snorted. "Shit man, I thought you didn't want me to be so friendly and clingy around you anymore." He wiped the sweat off his forehead, stopping to look at the facepaint that had melted onto his hand. "Although, a brother's got a point about. I ain't much to look at right now."

Sollux slid his half empty faygo down the table, which Gamzee guzzled happily. "Yeah, body control is hard. I've been doing it ever sense I grew hands and I still eat my swords sometimes. Nevermind the more advanced stuff."

Gamzee slammed the faygo bottle on the table. "Shit, man, my bones hurt. And my veins... and lungs. Fuck."

Sollux grunted and handed him a spare Nintendie Dualscream. "How about something to take your mind of it? It's been awhile sense I kicked your ass in Fiduspawn anyways."

It was Gamzee's turn to snort. "All right, you are on, motherfucker."

~

They were eight rounds in when the new clowns stopped coming in. Gamzee counted only five had made it in after him, but he was more focused on beating Sollux than keeping count. Either he'd gotten better or Sollux had gotten worse. The taller troll used to be able to kick his ass, now they were tied four to four. But, their fifth round was interrupted as two familar shadows were cast over them.

"DID YOU TWO BRING TOYS FROM BACK ON ALTERNIA ALONG?"

"just between the four of us, I've heard that's against the rules."

Gamzee and Sollux froze as the Twin Instructors leaned over them. Even Gamzee could feel everyone in the room staring at them. Gamzee had seen this set up before. Comedy and Tragedy learing over a helpless troll or two. Acting like they were just disappointed, like they were just going to give the rule breaker a stern talking to before they decapitated the mischief maker.

Instead, the twins doubled over into a giggling fit the spread through the room. The trolls around them joined in, some more nervously than others.

"JuSt KiDdInG!"

"WE KNOW OUR HIGHEST SCORERS..."

"....know better than to break the rules."

"AsSuMiNg YoU dId'T cHeAt!"

Sollux and Gamzee pushed themselves to their feet, hands moving to ask about their progress, but the duo pushed their hands aside.

"DON'T BOTHER WITH THAT."

"you're subjugulators now."

"YoU'rE oFfIcIaLlY fUnNy EnOuGh To LiStEn To!"

Gamzee let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. He heard Sollux do the same before the cheers erupted around them. Tragedy grabbed his arm and hoisted him into the air with it to bare before the crowd, leaving him and Sollux to gaze at their audience.

"GIVE OUR BOYS A ROUND OF APPLAUSE."

"well, those of you who still have hands anyways."

Gamzee looked over at Sollux, himself being held up for all to see by comedy. It was strange to see Sollux actually look nervous, even if they were seemingly in the Twin's good graces. Sweeps of living according to their capricious whims was enough to instill a lasting fear in anyone.

Even when granted verbal permission to speak, the two didn't make a peep as the twins hefted them over their shoulders. The twins cheerfully waved off the crowd as they carried the two ascendants to their office.

Gamzee grunted as he was dropped into a chair to small for him, hearing Sollux swear off to the right as the same happened to him. Comedy and Tragedy flopped into their chairs on the opposite end of the desk, kicking their feet up on it.

"normally, we'd take the time to talk about boring business shit with you."

"PREP YOUR ASCENSION SPEECH AND ALL THAT BLAH BLAH BLAH."

"BuT lIkE wE sAiD, wE hAvE nOtEs."

Sollux and Gamzee shared a nervous look, before Sollux straightened up and spoke. "What, uh, about exactly?"

Comedy shook a chidding finger in their faces.

"WHY, YOU BOTH HESITATED."

"tripped at the finish line."

"DeRaIlEd A pErFeCtLy GoOd ShOw."

Gamzee looked over at Sollux in suprise. Sollux... hesitated? But he was used to killing shit. Hell, that was his idea of a date night. Gamzee hardly had time to consider it before Tragedy leaned in his direction.

"now you we perfectly understand. you've never dabbled with fresh paint before."

"YOU'VE ONLY BEEN OFF THE SLIME FOR JUST THREE SWEEPS AT THAT."

"BuT iT's YoUr BuDdY wE'rE cUrIoUs AbOuT."

They both turned to Sollux expectantly. He scratched the back of hia head. "I... well. Something made me reconsider." He rested his hands in his head. "There was.... a kill I'd been planning for a really long time. Something... big. Special. And, when I landed that kill, when I did kill her and savor killing her... it just felt empty?"

Gamzee knew what he meant. The image of a cart drenched in Cerulean blood flashes in his mind. "I'd... rather not get any more into it than that."

The Twins tented their hands as they nodded sympathetically. Comedy even reached over to pat him on the shoulder.

"oh, we've both been there before."

"I DID ESPECIALLY."

Tragedy bent down and fished around beneath the desk, nearly banging his golden mask on it in the process.

"I STILL REMEMBER MY FIRST KILL."

He placed a white horned skull on the desk, carefully preserved and cleaned even though it seemed to have been centuries old. Still, the more Gamzee looked at it, the more it looked slightly off. The horns seemed to be... fake somehow. Like they were made of some kind of old plastic. And the skull's facial structure was all wrong. Too thin, too light, too delicate looking. It looked like a troll but not quite. If Karkat were here, he'd call it a mockery of troll kind.

"you'd think he'd be honored."

"MY VERY FIRST KILL. SHE WAS SO CLEVER AND BRUTAL THAT I NEVER THOUGHT I'D PULL IT OFF."

He rubbed the skull fondly, clearly nostalgic. Part of him sounded almost remorseful over it too, strangely enough. Like talking about a long dead friend or a beloved canceled show.

"BuT iT fElT sO eMpTy."

Sollux cleared his throat, clearly annoyed, even if he couldn't outright say it. Gamzee couldn't blame him. The twins liked to talk about their first two kills a lot. "So, what's your point?"

Tragedy sighed wistfully and Comedy playfully roled her eyes and elbowed him to get him back on topic.

"THE POINT IS, I WAS LOOKING FORWARD TO IT."

"and when it's over, it always feels...."

"AnTiClImAcTiC."

Sollux hummed and considered this, but Gamzee could tell he wasn't quite buying it. Gamzee could tell that something else was needling away at him. Something deeper than just that.

"you'll probably get that feeling too."

Gamzee straightened up as he realized they were addressing him again.

"HERE'S A TIP. DON'T LOOK INTO THEIR EYES. IT'LL ONLY MAKE YOU MISS THEM MORE."

Comedy slid two communicators across the desk.

"YOU CAN TALK IT OUT WITH YOU QUADS, NOW THAT YOU'RE ALLOWED TO SEE THEM AGAIN. YOUR BRONZE HEART AND RUST DIAMOND PROBABLY MISS YOU."

They nodded at Sollux.

"and the Empress will be happy to see her favorite clown is safe."

#bloodswaps #gamzee makara #sollux captor #purple sollux #drabble #barzum soleil #bazili soleil #implied major character death #posthumous: joey claire #ambiguously feferi piexes #ambiguously her imperious condescension

[xxkellsvixen19xx]

Spotlight: Life Of A Troubled Celebrity Heartthrob Ch 5.1

Word Count: 7,019 *Between Both Parts

Colson woke up first as moonlight beat down on his face. He sat up and stretched his lean body. When he had planned this trip he hadn't anticipated falling asleep on the boat. He looked at Y/N and didn't have the heart to wake her but she slowly opened her eyes when he stirred.

"What time is it?" She rubbed her eyes and yawned.

"It's just a little after midnight. We should get back it's a bit cold out here." He threw the blanket over Y/N. "You can go back to sleep while I drive us back."

"I think I'll come and keep you company." She stifled another yawn.

"If you insist. I won't complain." He kissed her long and hard.

"I wish we could stay this way forever." He sighed as he held her face in his hands.

"No you don't. You would probably get bored in a few minutes." She joked.

"Spend the night with me." His face was illuminated by the moonlight, piercing blue eyes pleading with her. He didn't want this night to end. All he wanted was to spend more time with her. Not in a sick perverted way but he just wanted to be close to her-to hold her and never let her go.

"Colson I-"

"All I want to do is hold you okay? No second base..unless you want-"

"Don't push it Baker." She laughed and swatted his shoulder.

"Okay let me get you out of here. Stay here it's warmer okay?" He straightened the thick blanket over her. Then went over to start the engine and steered the boat back to the estate. She snuggled under the warm blanket and dozed off.

"Sorry to wake you sweets but we're here. I would carry you out of the boat but we would both end up in the water." He laughed as she squinted up at him.

"Okay." She said her voice horse and her head still groggy.

Y/N stumbled across the gangplank, Colson laughed as he scooped her into his arms and carried her into the house. He took the steps up to his room, kicked the door open and laid her down gently on the soft bed. She even tried to protest when he removed her shoes but he pushed insisted.

"Colson that isn't necessary. I can do that myself. I'm not an invalid." She was wide awake now.

"Your feet are stone cold Bambi! Should I run you a bath?" He rubbed her feet but his efforts were futile.

"Hmmm, I think I'd love to soak in a warm bath right now." She rolled her neck and stretched out her body. Colson couldn't help but stare and was glad Y/N couldn't read his thoughts right now, because they were anything but clean.

"Am I allowed to join you? I'm cold too." He said as he stood and made his way to the bathroom.

"Sure why not? I'm sure the jacuzzi is big enough for both of us.." Y/N taunted him. She leaned back on the bed a naughty smile on her face. She couldn't understand where her sudden boldness came from? It was probably because she was sleeping on her feet and her brain wasn't functioning in its full capacity. I mean who takes a bath after 1:00am??

"Careful what you wish for Bambi.." He wagged his finger at her. "I just might call your bluff sweets." He ran the bath water and added some strawberry scented bubble-bath. He walked back to the bedroom and found Y/N undressing.

"Oh! Sorry-I didn't-you should have-" He sputtered, his hands flew to cover his crimson face. Y/N threw her head back and laughed.

"Really Baker! Is this your first time to see a girl half-naked?" She threw her play-suit in his face as she walked past him and into the bathroom. Colson caught it before it hit the floor and stood there confused. He didn't want to misinterpret anything but that action right there, seemed like an invitation to him. Maybe it was time for him to test the waters..literally.

Y/N had left the bathroom wide open..another sign. He proceeded cautiously through the door, there was no going back after this. Y/N was lying in the tub with her hair tied up in a messy bun, her eyes closed as if she was asleep. Colson stood at the door and removed his clothes silently. He slipped into the jacuzzi and sat opposite Y/N and waited for some sort of reaction from her.

"Took you long enough to get here Baker. I almost fell asleep waiting for you." She said drowsily. Her eyes remained closed.

"You're hungry? I've asked Alison, the housekeeper, to bring us something. We can eat once we're done."

"Hmmm." Replied.

Food was the last thing on his mind right now. He wanted to eat something that was sitting right in front of him-in fact he wanted to devour her-to ravish her until they were totally spent. But with a lot of difficulty, he restrained himself and told himself good things come to those who wait.

"You need help staying awake sweets?" He slid over to her side and pulled her towards him.

"What did you have in mind?" Her eyes flew open and he saw the desire ignited in them. Now was the time he would make his move. The look in her eyes gave him the green light and told him everything he needed to know.

"A few things.." He brushed his lips lightly against hers and heard her inhale sharply. He teased her with feather-light kisses until her breathing was ragged. Then he kissed her thoroughly, his tongue touching every inch of her mouth.

They were interrupted by a loud knock on the door. They sprang apart but made no move to answer the door. Colson's arctic orbs burned into Y/N's brown ones and no words needed to be said. He stepped out of the tub and wrapped a fluffy bath towel around her body, their nakedness no longer an obstacle. She was swept of her feet and carried into the bedroom and laid on the bed. Colson hovered over her as if seeking permission to continue. She pulled him closer and their lips melted into each other again-but the incessant knocking was a mood-killer.

"You probably should get that." Y/N whispered into his lips as he looked down at her, frustration contorting his features. He let out a low angry growl and hopped off the bed to answer the door. Y/N felt sorry for whoever was standing on the other-side.

"Jax! What is it? It's almost two in the morning!" Colson scowled as he open the door just a crack.

" Anyway-you requested food so I offered to bring it up-" He motioned to the food cart, "plus there is an urgent matter that need your immediate attention..before it hits the press in a few hours. Byron and Andre are waiting downstairs"

"Let me get dressed. I'll be right down. Leave the cart outside I'll get it just now." Colson shut the door and got dressed quickly.

"Is everything okay?" Y/N pulled the covers over her and sat up.

"Yeah-you can eat and I'll join you in a bit." He wheeled the food into the room and kissed her on the forehead before dashing out.

Y/N jumped out of bed and went to rummage through Colson's closet, in search of a T-shirt or PJs that would fit her. She came so close-again-but she wasn't sure if she was relieved or disappointed. She stood in the closet and noticed they was woman's clothing neatly stacked in a shelf, while the dresses and jackets were hanging on the rails.

Y/N's heart sank as she fingered the clothing. The clothes seemed fairly new and were about her size. Probably they belonged to one of his many girlfriends and he had forgotten to hide them away or he had meant for them to remain here. She gave herself a mental shake, grabbed a pair of pink PJs and slipped them on, even it meant taking a risk of him being upset with her.

"Thank you floozy, for leaving your clothes in Colson's closet." She muttered to herself, as she dived under the covers, her appetite gone. What did she expect anyway? Of course he had a constant stream of girls sleeping over and she was probably just another statistic. But she still wanted him. Even as the silent tears slid down her face and onto the therapeutic pillow, her heart still yearned for him, for his touch, for his presence and a whole lot more.

It wasn't long before she nodded off to sleep.

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"What do you mean I signed the wrong document?? Don't I pay you to make sure that never happens??" Colson flipped over the glass table in a rage. Andre loosened his tie and cowered in the corner, beads of sweat scattered on his forehead.

"Look Colson, why don't we all take five? Let's step outside so you can get a bit of fresh air and collect our thoughts?" Byron put his hand on Colson's shoulder and he shrugged it off, before storming into the cool night-or morning rather.

Dawn was breaking and while Colson loved to watch the sunrise, he didn't derive any joy from it today. It had turned from a beautiful day to a nightmare-his worst nightmare. He sat by the poolside and hung his head in his hands. How was he going to get out of this mess? Most importantly how was he going to explain it to Y/N? Yet again he had got her entwined in his drama. He ripped of his t-shirt and dove into the water, did laps back and forth until he was spent. The sun was peeping threw the clouds when he jumped out and collapsed onto the well manicured lawn.

Byron stood over him and handed him a towel and a robe after he had dried himself. Alison had begun to serve breakfast out on the patio and Jax was barking orders to the bodyguards. Security was on high alert as per Colson's instructions. Y/N would need a bodyguard as well, once the story got out.

"I'm going to go break the news to Y/N before she hears it from someone else. Please don't come anywhere near my room until I say so. If anyone so much as knocks..there will be hell to pay." Colson stormed back into the house and ran up the stairs to his room. Y/N was still sound asleep when he jumped in behind her. He put his arms around her and held her like it was the last time. After what he had to tell her he was sure she would never want to see him again, because it would throw her world into absolute chaos.

"Hmm..you're cold." She protested, still half-asleep.

"Sorry baby I had an early morning swim.. I just need to hold you right now. Is that okay?" He snuggled closer to her and tightened his hold. The talk would have to wait until she was well-rested. He made sure to switch off both their phones earlier on so he was safe for now.

"Hmm..You okay?" She asked.

"Yeah-please go back to sleep baby." He kissed her hair.

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"Andre please explain to me again how you messed up the paperwork? You always so articulate and careful. What went wrong this time? Your wife giving you problems man?" Byron paced up and down Colson's study, where he, Andre and Jax were having a closed door meeting.

"I had printed out the revised contract for him and Y/N to sign right? Then my sister-in-law asked me to process her papers for a marriage contract so I could submit them to the courts, then she could get her marriage licence. But I know someone that can take a shortcut and-somehow I mixed up the documents so-Colson and Y/N signed-in actual fact-not only a marriage contract but a marriage certificate. I don't know how I missed it..probably it was in between their documents and they mistakenly signed it. Well..it was my mistake but I then went on to submit it to court now-" Andre sighed and gulped down his third glass of whiskey, forgetting that it was only a little after 6:00am.

"Now some douche from the marriage office got his dirty hands on the documents and is blackmailing us for freakin' $5mil. Thanks for that Andre. Thanks a lot!" Byron spat. He pulled at his hair in agitation and threw deathly daggers at Andre.

"Look I know I messed up okay?? I'm probably going to be out of a job when Colson walks back down those stairs..I'm so screwed." Andre sank back into the couch and covered his face with a cushion. "Plus that guy has given us until noon to pay up or else.. "

"He's leaking it to the highest bidder." Byron finished off distastefully.

"How are we going to fix this Byron?" Andre sat on the edge of his seat.

"Unfortunately, you have hit a very sensitive spot..Colson is rather fond of Y/N and has developed a strong attachment to her. He doesn't know it yet but I think he's actually in love with her." Byron put his hands in his pockets and stared at the carpet thoughtfully.

"Yeah. I noticed.." Andre pursed his lips. "I'm finished aren't I?"

"Yeah." Byron nodded.

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"Morning sweets." Colson leaned over and kissed Y/N on her forehead. "You sleep enough?"

"Ye-ah, I guess..we had a pretty late night." She sat up and stretched out her arms. "Sorry for wearing these PJs-I needed something to wear." She said sheepishly.

"What?? No need to apologize sweets, they're yours." He smiled.

"Mine?"

"Yeah-" He shifted nervously," Look Y/N there's something I need to tell you." He swallowed hard not being able to meet her eyes.

"Y/N? Wow-this has to be serious then." She pushed her back and propped herself on the headboard. "I'm listening.."

Colson explained the mess up that Andre had got them into. Y/N's face went from confusion to shock. After Colson was done she sat quietly, staring into space.

"So..what you're trying to tell me is that we're married??!"

"Yes." He finally met her bewildered expression. "We can get an annulment-"

"No! I don't want that on my record." She raised her hand.

"Tell me what you want me to do? I know apologizing is pointless but I really am sorry Y/N." Colson held her hands and looked intently at her. The remorse clearly displayed on his handsome face.

"Say something baby. Please?" She still hadn't responded to his question and it was beginning to scare him.

"I'm sorry..I need to go home." She hoped off the bed using the other end, wanting to escape. The walls felt like they were caving in and she found it hard to breath. She had to put some distance between them so she could think straight. How could she be married to Colson Baker? Married??

"Y/N! Wait!" She slammed the bathroom door in his face and locked it. "Can we talk about this?" He leaned his head against the door.

"Please sweets? Can you allow me to fix this? We're in this together remember?" The door suddenly flew open and she stood there, tears streaming down her face. It tore his heart into a million pieces seeing her like that.

"How are you going to fix this Colson?! Huh?! Please tell me??!" She cried out and started to punch his chest. He grabbed her wrists and crushed her against his chest.

"I'm really sorry okay? I'm going to fix this. Trust me okay?" He cooed as he smoothed her hair with his hands. "It's killing me to see you like this-I can't-" His voice broke and he buried his face in her neck.

They sank to the bathroom floor still in each others arms. Y/N's cries were now sniffles and her head was lying on Colson's shoulder. This was a perfect disaster. How would he even fix it? Where would he begin?

"You want to get out of here?" He broke the silence.

"Yes. Please take me as far as possible. I don't think I'll be able to handle any of this right now." She pleaded with him, her eyes still brimming with tears. He stood up and held out his hand to her and she grabbed on it as she got up.

"You can take a quick bath while I take care of our travel arrangements. Don't worry about packing clothes or anything like that-all I want is you." He kissed her gently on her lips and left her in the bathroom.

She took a quick shower and dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. There was breakfast waiting for her at the corner table, so she wolfed down a slice of toast and cheese, washed down with a glass of orange juice. When she went downstairs in search of Colson she heard loud voices coming from the poolside.

"You're fired!" Colson shouted to Andre.

"Colson it was a mistake-" Andre tried to reason.

"One that is going to ruin an innocent girls life!" Colson shot back. "Just leave! Get out of my face!"

"Wait!" Y/N called out as Andre made his way to leave.

"Y/N, please stay out of this. Let me handle it okay?" Colson walked over to her and held her shoulders.

"Andre stays." She challenged.

"What? He's responsible for-"

"He stays." She said firmly.

"No he can't-" Colson protested.

"As your wife, I say he stays." His eyes softened, he dropped his hands and stepped back to look at her.

Everyone else stared at the exchange in awe. Andre breathed a sigh of relief and wiped his face with the back of his hand. He really needed this job, he was the sole breadwinner in his family. He had a lot of people that depended on him.

"Fine." Colson said with clenched teeth. "But you will owe me big time Bambi."

"Can we leave now before the circus begins?" She said.

"Yeah-Jax we're good?" Colson asked visibly relaxed.

"Sure thing boss." Jax replied.

"Great. Now I can go and give my wife a real honeymoon. We might even have to consummate the marriage. What do you think Bambi??" Colson put his arm around Y/N and gave her a knowing look.

"Don't push it sweetie." She rolled her eyes but her heart was hammering wildly against her chest. How was she going to handle being totally alone with the sexy, irresistible Colson Baker?

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"Who's this?" Colson barked into the phone.

"Is that the way to greet you best friend?" Slim chuckled softly.

"Hey, how's it going dude? You alright?" Colson sat on the edge of the bed.

"I would be alright if you got me out of here. Today preferably. Otherwise..I might be tempted to bribe one of the nurses to-"

"Slim you know this is for your own good. You almost died man! I can't have that on my conscious again." Colson ran his fingers through his hair and sighed audibly. Slim needed to stay in rehab, but he didn't seem to understand that. This could be his only hope of staying alive, he had too many close calls so far.

"Listen, if you don't get me out of here this very minute then you're going to force me to do something that we will both regret. You more than me though-because you have so much more to lose." Slim said aggressively, "don't push me Col."

"That sounds like a threat?" Colson scowled. "You know better than to do that." He tut-tutted.

"Really?? How's that sweet doe-eyed obsession of yours? I wouldn't mind-" Slim taunted.

"Leave Y/N out of this okay! Touch her and you're finished. You will never work in this country again." Colson stood and gripped the phone tighter. His anger emanating through the phone.

"She might be sweeter than Dani...Now Dani was wild in the sack man, I can understand why you were hooked on her..it's a pity she had to die.." He mocked.

"You are the reason she's dead!" Colson shot back.

"Oh no, no, no. Don't give me all the credit man. You are as much to blame." Slim said deadly calm.

"Go to hell!" Colson cut the call and smashed his iPhone against the wall.

Slim had pushed him too far this time and he was going to pay dearly. How did someone claim to be your friend and then do something that contradicts the statement? How could he threaten Y/N, the only person that he had shown any remote interest since Dani?

"Hey Col, everything okay?" Byron entered the room with caution.

"I want Slim gone. I don't care how you do it but I want him gone." Colson punched his hand with force. "He dares to threaten me? Threaten Y/N?? After everything I've done for him and this is what….I want him gone." He said through gritted teeth.

"Okay," Byron sat down slowly, "I won't even ask, you can tell me whenever you're ready... But the jewelers are here, they're waiting in the study." He stood up again and turned at the door. "You can come down when you've-calmed down."

Colson went to freshen up and went to fetch Y/N from her room. He knocked softly and couldn't help but smile, when she opened the door for him. He dipped his head and kissed her softly on the lips and deepened the kiss as he felt her respond. He pushed her back onto the bed as he sought solace from the only place he knew. Sensing his need she poured herself into him and gave as good as she got. Colson finally broke off the kiss reluctantly, their breathing heavy and their eyes hazy.

"I really don't want to do this sweets, but..we have to go downstairs." He sighed and pushed back Y/N's unruly hair, "the jeweler is here and I'd like you to pick out your ring or rings, whatever you prefer is fine."

"Colson..you don't have to do this. This isn't even a proper marriage." Y/N protested.

"I know sweets but if we're going to do this then I suggest we play the part to the T. otherwise no one will believe our little story." He said as he sat at the edge of the bed.

"I thought we weren't giving in to the blackmailer's demands?" she sat up and tried to salvage her hair. She grabbed the brush on the dresser and swept it through her hair.

"We're not, we're going to beat him at his own game." Colson watched her, mesmerized.

"You okay there Baker? Would you like a spin?" She waved the brush in his face and laughed.

"Would you..brush my hair? No one's ever done that-well besides my stylist." He shrugged.

"Sure..if you really want me to.. I might as well start performing my wifely duties." The brush felt so good as it swept though his hair, he couldn't help but groan in appreciation.

"That feels so good." He closed his eyes and leaned into her. His hands went round her waist and before he could venture any further there was a loud knock.

"We're coming down in a minute-go-away!" Colson called out, his hands still wrapped around Y/N.

"We should go babe, its a quarter to eleven." Y/N didn't realize the slip but he did.

"Don't ever stop," he said.

"What?" she frowned.

"Don't ever stop calling me that," he pecked her lips and stood up. Y/N nodded dumbly, unsure how to respond.

"Let's go Bambi," he pulled her hand and led her downstairs.

The study was already occupied with the jewelers, Jax and Byron. Colson walked in and looked around, not at all pleased.

"Right this is what's going to happen-I want every one out, including you two," he pointed at the jewelers, "this moment is between my wife and I, no one else. We will let you know on how much to bill us once we've decided. I don't want her to feel pressured or uncomfortable so get," he pointed towards the door.

Everyone shuffled out wordlessly and Y/N turned to Colson with a frown.

"Was that necessary Baker?" she folded her arms.

"Yes," he simply said, "shall we begin Mrs Baker?" he pulled out a chair for her.

"Thank you Mr Baker," she smiled at him as she sat down.

"If you keep looking at me like that then I'm going to be forced to kiss you until you breathless," he stared into her big brown eyes.

"I dare you," she whispered, her heart racing.

Colson didn't need to be urged on any further; he pulled Y/N off the chair and brushed his lips over hers, torturously slowly and softly. Y/N strained her lips towards him in an effort to deepen the kiss and appease the havoc that simple act was causing in her body.

"I think we have to stop now-otherwise I won't be able to control myself," he leaned his forehead on hers.

"Okay," she replied, in barely a whisper.

"I know I promised to keep my distance..but I can't Bambi..you make it so hard..especially when you look at me like that," he gulped, "with such intensity-such innocence, I don't want to taint you," he tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"Colson..there's something I need to tell you.." Y/N diverted her gaze from him.

"Please don't say you want to leave-" he looked at her, in anguish.

"No that's not it," she shook hear head vehemently.

"Then what is it?" he turned her chin up and searched her face for answers.

"I'm not a virgin," she removed his hands from her face and went to sit down on the chaise, at the far end of the room.

Colson stood there, his hard-drive still trying to process the information that she had just laid on him. She wasn't a virgin? But that was good right? But why did she seem so sad, instead of relieved? Was she perhaps raped? Abused? He would make them pay, whoever it was they would pay, he would find them and make them pay, he thought. Y/N took his delayed response as a bad sign. She should have told him sooner, then maybe he wouldn't look so disappointed.

"Y/N, look at me," he sat next to her and held her hands, "I don't care okay? That's irrelevant sweets."

"What?" She frowned slightly.

"Sorry-that came out wrong-let me re-phrase okay?" he gave her a lopsided grin, "It doesn't matter to me okay? I know you have a past and it's nothing to be ashamed of sweets. Mine is probably ten times worse than yours," he laughed. "This doesn't change the way I feel about you okay?"

"I thought you would be disappointed," she said with despair.

"Never," he cupped her face in his hands.

"But you don't know the full story-" she protested.

"And I don't need to okay? When you're ready to tell me then you will-but for now please choose a ring baby?" They laughed and lightened the tension.

She finally settled on a simple ring in platinum with a ruby and a double row of round brilliant diamonds. They had matching wedding bands in white gold, encrusted with white diamonds. They instinctively exchanged weddings bands and smiled at each other, as they slipped the rings on each others fingers.

"You're mine now," he said before he kissed her softly.

"Does it work both ways," she countered as her heart fluttered.

"Try getting a divorce and you will see exactly how it works," he smiled at her as he held up his iPhone and took multiple shots of their rings and entwined hands. They started goofing around with the camera and took more funny photos and Colson posted the best ones on his social media; until Byron knocked on the door.

"Colson it's almost noon and the pressure is on.. you're good to go?" Byron peered through the door.

"We're more than good By, check my latest tweet," he scrolled through his phone showing Byron the photos and social media posts., "it already has over 20,000 views in less than ten minutes.

#shesaidyes #ilikeditsoiputaringonit #relationshipgoals #itsofficial #mrsandmrsbaker

"Well, this is very convincing! Hey, even I'm falling for it," Byron chuckled, "you guys have great chemistry so it will be easy for the media to eat it up."

"The only person I want to eat it is the blackmailer," Colson said as he slipped his phone into his pocket.

"Andre managed to trap him. We have managed to trace the call and he's on his way to pick him up-with the cops of course," Byron said with satisfaction.

"At least Andre did something right for a change," Colson scoffed.

"Babe, can I go and call my mom now? I promised to call her ages ago and I'm sure she's in hysterics by now.." Y/N put her hands on Colson's chest and Byron raised an eyebrow.

"Sweets, I can't apologize enough about all this-" he held her face.

"Don't- it's not your fault okay?" she kissed him again.

"I'll be up in a moment, let me finish up here okay?" Colson kissed her forehead and she left.

"So..Babe??" Byron laughed, "I got a feeling this isn't pretend anymore.."

"Shut up," Colson said, "when are you going to release the press statement? Is my jet ready? I need to get to New York for that charity benefit tonight."

"Yeah, I'm on it. We can leave for New York, whenever you're ready," Byron said.

"Great, I want to leave now. Can you ask Jax to pick up Y/N's friends and meet us at the airstrip? I'll go and make sure my bags are packed." Colson's phone rang as he made to leave.

"Baker," he said.

"So I guess congratulations are in order bro?" Slim said.

"What do you want??" Colson stiffened.

"Hey bro! Chill out! Why are you all up tight?? You just got married man! Loosen up," Slim laughed.

"You're kidding right? You have some nerve-"

"Dude, you need to chill okay? Are we still going to the charity benefit?" Slim asked.

Colson sighed as he raked his hair. "You bust out of rehab didn't you?"

"You know me too well Col," Slim cackled.

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"I still can't decide what to wear!" Liv said, exasperated. She had gone through the closet about a million times and was even more confused than before.

"Don't worry, Michelle will be here soon," Y/N looked up from her phone.

"So has your Mom calmed down yet?" Lisa asked as she plopped herself onto the bed.

"No, she's freaking out for days!" Y/N frowned. Ever since they announced their marriage her mother was inundated with calls and was being hounded by the media again. Mrs Y/M/L/N was upset that Y/N got married without telling her and felt like she was way in over her head. She had even demanded Y/N catch the first flight home but she was adamant about staying with Colson. For now they had agreed to disagree.

"Hallooo there Mrs Baker!!" Ashleigh barged into the room and launched herself onto Y/N, causing them to fall off the bed.

"You could have just said hi like a normal person," Y/N giggled as Ashleigh straddled her.

"I leave you alone for a couple of days and you come back as Colson Baker's freakin' wife!" Ashleigh pretended to strangle her, "Oh-my-days! Will you look at the size of the rock on that ring???!"

"It's beautiful isn't it?" Y/N twisted the ring on her finger.

"Thanks for the heads up by the way," Ashleigh scowled.

"Sorry Ash, it just happened," Y/N said, out of breath, "Let me up!" she protested.

"Such things just don't happen-oh hey there Lisa! Liv!" she hugged them.

"Right, everyone in the sitting room now, we don't have much time," Michelle bust open the door and commanded everyone to start getting ready, "Y/N you're up first, Colson will be coming for you soon."

"Oh, I thought I was going with everyone else.." Y/N said.

"Not a chance, you're Colson's wife now so it's a whole new ball game. Congratulations by the way," Michelle smiled, "you need to get your make up done so you can stay in here. Let me just grab my bag, I'll be right back."

Michelle had chosen a Chanel emerald embroidered fishtail maxi dress. It accentuated all Y/N's curves, a low-cut back exposed her smooth tanned skin; fashioned from a luxurious velvet and lace material with hand embroidery all over the dress. The fishtail design and mermaid hem created a perfect silhouette. Her hair was swept up into a neat bubble-bun and a smokey-eye look for her make-up, her lipstick was a matte in crimson.

"You clean up nice Mrs Baker," Michelle admired her handiwork and handed Y/N a matching clutch purse.

"Good job as always! I can't even recognize myself," Y/N twirled around.

"Colson will not be able to keep his hands off you tonight, hope you're on birth control," Michelle joked and they laughed. There was a soft knock on the door and Michelle opened it on her way out, "hey Col, she's all yours."

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Thirteenth Day of Twelve - An Epilogue You Weren't Expecting

A/N - Surprise to almost all. I wanted to write the teams reaction and I hoped I pulled it off along with other things...

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"Baby..." You moaned, as Jack crawled off you and headed for the bathroom.

She turned around with her hands on her hips, wearing only your hoodie and panties. "Didn't take you long to create that nickname."

"Shut up you like it." You smirked at her slight blush and she continued into the ensuite.

"You know I'm going to have to go home soon."

"I did not know this." You made it sound like it was the most absurd thing she's ever said. "What would posess you to do such a thing?"

"Shut up." You head the sound of flushing and then the tap. "As much as I loved spending the night and morning with you, hun. I need to get ready for work tomorrow."

You sighed, slumping back down into bed. You knew this was the inevitablity after spending almost the last 24 hours with her and only four of them were sleep. "fine. Still layout worst idea, ever."

"Well that's a lite dramatic." She smirked, standing in the doorway with her hand stretched up against the frame, making the hem of her shirt rise.

You knew it was her plan but to hell with being caught. Your eyes tracked from her feet up her toned calves, thighs that you could spend hours looking at and...

"Ahem."

"Please come here." You all but moaned.

"Ok but this time -" She walked slowly towards the bed.

"Anything you want. We agreed, now come here so I can kiss you." This time there was a groan just before Jack was in reach and you pulled her down onto you.

She left a few hours later before sunset claiming there were still chores to be done and washing to be put on. But you both agree of work wasn't busy this next week that.youd spend some 'school' nights over her place. Nothing was defined yet but neither of you cared. Whatever this was, was the best gift you'd ever gotten.

Monday morning came around and you walked into the bullpen. It looked like you were the first one into work, other than Gibbs, it was 0800. After you dumped your gear at your desk, you heard the laughter of all five of your friends walking down the main stairs. They caught your eye and all grinned like cheshire cats. You eyed them suspeciously until a certain beautiful blonde walked out of the hallway and jogged to catch them.

"Kasie you forgot-" She stopped half way down the stairs when she saw you and almost looked guilty.

Your suspicious gaze moved from the five cats to your Jack. "Okay, what the hell am I missing?" You questioned with your hands on your hips.

"Her gun is locked in the drawer right?" You heard Jimmy not so quietly whisper, taking a step back.

"Too many cameras for her to get away with six homicides." Nick added, taking a step closer to Ellie.

"Five."

"Five?" Jimmy questioned looking from you to everyone else, double checking his numbers.

"I wouldn't kill Jack." You shrugged with a smirk, locking eyes with Jack who had joined the rest of you in the bullpen.

You heard awes from you assumed Kasie and Ellie. Jack stepped through the group and came around to stand beside you behind your desk. She placed a quick peck on your cheek which you leaned into before whispering, "They all came to ask how my final present went Saturday night." She tucked your hair behind your ear before placing another kiss on your cheek.

You were meant to be smiling, she was being all touchy feely in front of the team and you had dreamed of this for months but you could only frown.

They knew?

"Here it comes." Jimmy took a step back, hiding behind Nick who was half standing behind Ellie.

"You all knew?!" You all but shouted.

The grins were back up except for Jimmy, you couldn't see his mouth.

"Known for a while actually." In walked Gibbs, squeezing past the group and sat at his desk.

"Wait he knew?!" You looked at Gibbs who was glaring at you. "Sorry- wait no I'm not. You told Gibbs?" You turned to Jack who was trying her best not to laugh but failing miserably. Her eyes always gave her away.

She intertwined your fingers, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. While your other hand still stayed on your hip. "Told him first. Had to have an inside man before I left for NOLA -"

"So Elaine didn't tell you I ordered. Jack did." Gibbs nodded slowly. "Lucky I didn't interrogate her."

"I'd pay to see that." Gibbs chuckled, your glare didn't help.

"Tim found out next then Kasie and then somehow everyone else found out." She raised a brow at Kasie.

She held up her hands. " I did my best but Nick caught me at Y/ns desk and then everyone else found out." Eyes were on Nick.

"I'm still slightly offended you couldn't trust me to keep a secret, Agent Sloane." Jimmy stepped out from behind Nick.

"Oh please you couldn't lie to save your life." Nick pointed out kind of harshly but Jimmy swayed his head and agreed.

"No offence Jimmy but I really wasn't planning on telling anyone until I got called away to NOLA."

"Called away?" You all turned to see Vance standing on the halfway landing on to stairs.

You went to let go of Jack's hand but she held on tight. "Please don't tell me-"

"Oh I figured it out on day one." Leon smiled at you.

"Only because you saw me putting the chocolates on Y/ns desk, Leon." Jack rolled her eyes and Leon shrugged.

The others laughed, Tim and Ellie going and sitting at their desks leaving Nick to rest against Ellie's desk and Jimmy and Kasie to keep standing near yours. Leon continued on his journey to his actual destination.

"Now that the cats out of the bag can we get back to work?"

"Sure." Jack answered Gibbs and then turned to you with a big smile. "Want to have lunch with me later?"

You grinned, ignoring everyone watching you. "Just us?"

"Just us."

"It'll be-" Gibbs actually stopped. Stopped mid grumble at Jack's pointed glare.

"The sooner I finish my conversation, cowboy, the sooner she'll get to work. Plus work doesn't technically start for another..." She checked her watch. "Ten minutes."

There was silence from everyone. Kasie and Jimmy slowly stepped back, retreated to the elevator while Nick walked over to his desk.

"It's a Christmas miracle." Nick joked but soon shut up when Gibbs glare moved from Jack to Nick.

"I'd love to." You beamed and leant in to kiss Jack on the cheek but she turned and you connected with her lips. You heard a flurry of clapping from behind you which could only be Ellie before you succumbed to Jack's touch before it melted away all too quickly.

"I'll come down when I'm hungry and pick you up." She smirked, the twinkle in her eye only for you to see which almost made you blush.

You could only nod and she was gone. "I still can't believe you all knew. Even-" You looked down at the clock. "Still got a few minutes. Even Gibbs." You continued and saw a smirk appear on the bosses' face.

The hunger happened at just after midday. No new case for the team so Jack grabbed your hand and tugged you out of the office. Ellie couldn't stop smiling.

"Wait Jack-" She piped up and you both stopped walking and turned.

"Was Dinner the final gift or..."

You both smirked and looked at each other before turning back to Bishop.

"Or?" Jack raised a brow while.you stayed silent. To be fair, she hadn't really clarified it either.

"You know..." Nick popped up beside Bishop, waving his finger between you both.

You couldn't help but laugh, Jack however held her poker face strong. "I do know, Nick, and that's something you'll never find out."

You groaned and Jack looked at you, your cheeks flushing, knowing what was about to happen.

"See by not answering that, you've answered it loud and clear." Nick grinned, having bested Jack Sloane, sort of.

"Well played Nicholas." She conceded. "Now I need food and a makeout session so I can get my head back in the game."

You couldn't believe the words that flew.oit of her mouth.

"I said it and I don't regret it."

Luckily the elevator doors opened and you both hopped in.

"Don't hold up the elevator!" You head Nick shout before the doors closed and you both laughed.

"That's what cars are for." You mumbled before Jack's lips were on yours, your hands immediately gripping her waist and pulling her close.

The kiss didn't last long because you hadn't held up the elevator but it was enough for you never want to stop. You'd missed her. It seemed silly but not having her beside you in bed last night just felt wrong.

"Come home with me tonight." You breathed, as she stepped away and the elevator came to a stop.

She interlaced your fingers together and walked.off the elevator. "Miss me last night?"

Even though she was being lighthearted and teasing, you saw the hope in her eyes. "Yes and this morning and about half an hour ago...sorry."

She stopped walking, tugging you close, ignoring all the people walking around you on the path. "Don't be sorry. I missed you too." With her other hand she reached up and tucked some hair behind your ear. "Missed the little purrs you make in your sleep, the steady rise and fall of your breathing, the smile I saw when I woke up Sunday morning and the constant whining-" She laughed into the kiss but it disappeared slowly and time stood still.

"Is that a yes?" You ghosted over her lips, mission the corner of her mouth, then her cheek.

"Yes." She breathed. "Yes to tonight, yes to tomorrow and yes to me being.your gift and now the dinner."

You threw your head back and laughed. She knew how to perfectly ruin a moment but make it better at the same time. "I knew it!"

Jacqueline Sloane was the perfect gift. She was a gift to whomever she met and came across and you were one lucky son of a bitch to get to call her yours for as long as she'd have you.

. . . .

Unsure how far out of character Jack may be in this one but 🤷🏼‍♀️ it's my own creation so who knows what JS is like behind closed doors. Hope you liked it. I'll get back to writing other things now.

#jack sloane #jacqueline sloane #jack sloane x reader #ncis x reader #ncis reader insert #ncis #ncis christmas #ncis 12 days of christmas

[charlieweasleyy]

THE ONE WHERE WE ARE COMFORTABLE

WTN WEEK 2021 → day seven (episode seven) Hiiii friends so I decided to talk about things that bring me comfort and for me the thing that brings me the biggest comfort is the friends I've made on this board. I spend my time talking to these four basically allllll day long. If you can guess by the graphic above on who is who, but they have become some of my best friends so *drum roll* please and let me tell you about the people i consider to be my f.r.i.e.n.d.s.

MY LOBSTER Apparently, I am someone who when they find someone they mate for life. When I latched onto Elle I latched on and didn't (lol won't) let go. Like when I say she is my person I mean it with every fiber of my being. She is the soulmate. My wife. My lobster. She is like that perfect pair of sweatpants that you know are dependable and can count on and you don't want to let go of. She's like the television show that you need to put on because you've had a bad day. She's the first person I call when disaster happens. When I am having a bad day she is the first person I want to talk to and 10/10 she can say something to make it better.

We laugh until we cry and she likes to yell at me... but 9/10 I do deserve it. So, it is valid. If you see me flirting with her on the server (no you didn't) it's mostly because I can't help myself. So... just divert your eyes. It's very cliche to say that your life has changed after meeting someone, but that's what it has done. I am a better person for her, I'm more mindful, more open, and I don't think there isn't a person on this board who wouldn't say that Elle hasn't changed them for the better. It is who she is. She leaves you with something to think about, she challenges you. She pushes you. She has a heart for those who are misrepresented and misunderstood. I swear if Elle had her own talk show I'd listen to it every day. The girl is *passionate* and that is one thing I can't help but love about her. She is passionate about diversity, about the people on this board, I have watched her struggle with some hard decisions this year and how it has affected her mentally, but she also rises from the ashes because she has to. I have watched her countless times put this site above her own needs. I have watched her struggle. I have watched her doubt (herself and her future) and I have watched her wonder if she is doing the right thing. I have watched her feel remorse and pain and I'm telling you if you do not think Elle cares about WTN and everyone on this board then you've not seen her struggle the way that I've seen her struggle. It's probably why I'm so damn protective of her, but I don't regret a single second of it.

Okay, I've spent this whole time talking about how great Elle is but I've not spoken about the writing. I've run out of room... her writing is amazing, she is the one person I can respond to no matter what day I'm having and no matter what ship it is. I love all of our threads and I'm always so happy and excited to see an elle reply in my alerts waiting to be read and responded to! I find it hard to wrap them because they are just so good! If I have a day where I don't feel like doing replies good chance I'll still pull up an Elle reply because it normally makes my day better 99.99999% of the time. The .1% doesn't exist, but it's including the slight possibility of error and the fact Elle will have something to refute that claim with.

THE GIRL I'D MOVE FURNITURE WITH I don't think there is anyone else I want around my side to do some of the heavy lifting and I don't mean that in the physical sense, but in the writing sense and the mental sense too (tho I don't need to see Kae in real life to know that she's strong). You know that saying about people who struggle in silence. I think that describes Kae because sometimes it's like using a crowbar in getting her to open up and to TALK. It is one of the most frustrating things. It's kind of like a treasure box when you have the box sitting right in front of you and it is impossible to open. Okay, half the battle was finding it. You have the map in front of you and when you finally find it, it is STILL locked. That's Kae. It was quite the struggle in getting her to be open to more plots like I knew where to find and how to find her, but actually getting to Kae felt impossible even though I had all of the directions in front of me. But once you put in the time and effort to get to know her.... like *really* know her, it's like discovering treasure. Not only is she one of the most dependable writers (like I said she will carry the heavyweight in all of her threads), but she is one of the best writers! I love reading her threads even if I'm not in them, they always leave me on the edge of my seat and that characterization *chef's kiss*. MAKES JOKES WITH BC HUMOR IS BAE Oh you know the one who tells the jokes when they are uncomfortable. It is a friends reference and the only one I could think of when I thought of Aria. She makes me laugh. She probably makes me laugh more than anyone especially during WTNWeek because of these videos. When I say read something in an Aria voice I mean it! She isn't really that awkward!! But I'm sure she'll say differently so YOLO. Aria doesn't know a stranger, she pops into your DMs and suddenly it's like you have known her all of your life. We have not known one another as long as I have known Kae and Elle, but she fits in so well. Her writing is beautiful and I love how she is in my DMs daily with inspiration for our ships. I started out with zero Aria ship and Aria made two new characters just to have ships with me and I love her for that. I can gush about how amazing she is because she is one of those people who will provide you comfort. If she knows you are having a bad day, she will send you something to make you smile and she'll remind you that she loves you. And I can't even tell you how having those videos during WTNWeek has made my days a little bit better! If I'm feeling frustrated or sad I just turn one on and it has made my day ten times better. It's funny how she is young, but she is kind of my teacher. She sends me videos to help me when I don't understand something and I am SORRY Aria because you've had to send a lot of videos lately, but I don't think the staff could have made a better decision in asking Aria to hop on board. She is always so helpful and the thing is -- she *wants* to help. She wants to pitch in. She always puts her best foot forward and I love that. And cand we talk about those posting and organization skills #swoooon MY SMELLY CAT In reality I am probably singing this song to Jasmine, but I feel like you'd join in sooo here we go. I wanna preface and say I am not calling Bela a smelly cat! But she speaks in references I don't understand sometimes and sometimes she talks about these weird noises she makes so I think this description is perfect for her. Bela came into WTN and I normally have trust issues BUT I trusted my gut and Prudy is one of my favorite characters on the board. We have been trying to get her cousin on board for as long as I can remember. Prudy deserves all of the good things so I really wanted Bela to stay on board. I threw her practically everything I could think of and I am so glad I did because it has allowed us to get close over the years.

Bela and I have created some fun dynamics over the years between readie being the superior of them all, but we also created dynamics that I never expected to create like Manny, Sieun, and Dylya. They have come to be some of my FAVORITE pairings. It's kinda funny we often joke about how we only have one ship on the board, but it feel like we have a billion. Bela always enjoys sending me music, it's like when she knows I need some writing music, and that's part of the ways she fits into my comfort. Bela is a listener. She listens and she is one of those people who are easy to talk to. I enjoy sharing headcanons and future headcanons and character ideas that we won't create but would like to! I like that she is open and she is honest with me - if she is having a bad day then she'll let me know. But I also think we've talked so much that I can just tell.We are comfortable with one another and I absolutely LOVE it.

I know confetti has been going on for a while, but there are not many people you write with and write WELL with but I have found multiple people I LOVE writing with and I absolutely LOVE talking to. I have found my person (lol more like loml), my partner-in-crime (like if I'm going to go to jail I need her in my corner), my cheerleader (and child), and my ship in the night (lol, we gotta be on at the right time and at the right time to talk).

#wtnweek #wtnrp #my people

[starlit-serenade]

Dance With Me | Chapter 2

💙 Summary: After visiting the members of ONEUS during their dance practice, you find yourself inspired to learn to dance. You ask your friend Kim Geonhak to teach you.

💙 Chapter 2: 2,161 words

💙 Pairing: Reader x Kim Geonhak (Leedo) / Characters: GenderNeutral!Reader; Kim Geonhak (Leedo); Son Dongju (Xion); Yeo Hwanwoong (Hwanwoong); Lee Keonhee (Keonhee); Lee Seoho (Seoho); Kim Youngjo (Ravn);

💙 Rated: T for some minor swearing / Warnings: Minor Swearing; Jealousy (Later in the fic) / Genre: Fluff; Minor Angst (Later in the fic); Friends-To-Lovers; Happy Ending;

《 Series Masterlist // ONEUS Masterlist // Boy Group Masterlist 》

You and Geonhak agreed that you would meet together on Tuesdays and Thursdays, right after ONEUS practices. You couldn't wait to dance the following Tuesday. It's currently Sunday evening, and the practice room is probably empty, so you grab your workout clothes and bag and walk to the RBW building. You don't live super close there, but the walking distance is manageable. It's always been your only exercise, so you tolerated it.

You use the key that the boys lent you long ago to get into the building. The practice room is empty, the lights off. It's 6PM, and none of the idols are expected to be here practicing. Obviously, they can come if they want. Youngjo often spends a lot of time in recording studios when producing. There have been multiple times where you'd hang out with the boys as they finished recording before comebacks late at night. This is the first time you've been here completely on your own, for yourself. You feel like you're trespassing, by not being an idol or trainee here, but you already have a bit of a reputation here as ONEUS's friend. No one will kick you out.

You place your bag down, and don't bother with the light. Your computer will be light enough. After stretching sufficiently, you take out your computer. You find the Weekly Idol choreography video you'd used the other day, and repeat the dance presented on the screen. You recall Geonhak's instructions, his voice echoing in your ear.

You're rushing, slow down a bit. Step. Step. Step. There you go.

You can feel how clumsy and stiff you are, but you can also feel how much better you are than from when you'd practice in your bedroom, watching live performances.

Your steps are much more in line with the beat now. Your hand movements aren't half as elegant or intentional as Geonhak's on screen, but they're present.

When you get to Geonhak's rap, instead of stopping, you continue. You clumsily try to imitate his skips and hops, and you manage to get through it. You notice the power in his movements, how each movement he makes is emphasized by the beat. Every kick, every hip thrust.

The song arrives at the pre-chorus, where Keonhee begins singing, and your eyes widen. Those moves are so fast and large. You're not there yet.

You restart the song and continue practicing up until Geonhak's part. He looks so elegant in the video, and you wonder if you look even half that elegant as you try to mirror him.

Halfway through Dongju's part of the song, the door is opened and Geonhak walks in, startling you. You yelp in surprise, and he yells, jumping back, and hits his back on the doorframe. He yells out in pain, falling to his knees as you rush to his side to help him, but he's already recovering on his own.

"Sorry for barging in," he says, before realizing it's you as you rub his back where it hit the doorframe. "Y/N? What are you doing here?"

"I'm . . . practicing," you say, gesturing to the computer which displays the video. "What're you doing here? Didn't your practice end hours ago?"

Guhak ducks his head. "I came back to practice," he admits, laughing while rubbing the back of his neck. "So I could figure out how to help you on Tuesday."

Oh.

You smile, looking away from him. You didn't think he'd need to practice extra to teach you. If you had known that, you probably wouldn't have asked him, simply because you don't want to be an inconvenience.

"I'm sorry for interrupting your practice," he says. "You had the lights of, so I thought no one was here. I'll find another empty room if you want."

You shake your head. "No, you can stay here and practice with me if you want."

"I can give you pointers if you need any," he says, taking off his thin jacket to reveal a black T-shirt. You nod, and he sets down his own bag near yours before plopping down on the ground. "Have you stretched yet? If you don't stretch before and after exercising, you could hurt yourself."

You nod, but sit down anyway to join him on the floor. "I stretched a bit, but I'll stretch with you."

After you both have finished stretching, you restart the song. The two of you dance together to the start of the song, watching yourselves in the mirror. You can see that you're doing well, much more on the beat with Geonhak beside you to follow, but his presence is also distracting.

For one, you can't help but compare yourself to him. He's much more confident with his moves, more deliberate. His moves are sharp and strong, and yet elegant at the same time. While you make the same moves at the same time as him, your moves are somewhat shaky. Of course, Geonhak has years of dance experience, and months of experience with the song, while you only had that one day last week and various random days you found yourself vibing to the song in your room, but that thought doesn't help your confidence enough.

Secondly, his bare arms are a little distracting. He's very strong, is able to carry two of his members easily, even three if he wants. His strength shows in his arm muscles.

By the time you two have gone through the song a couple times, you find yourself panting with your hands in your thighs. Geonhak, however, is barely breaking a sweat. The song continues in the background, and you watch in awe as Geonhak continues to dance gracefully.

After the song has finished, Geonhak smiles at you with his soft smile, and you swear butterflies are fluttering around your stomach. You internally scold yourself and tear your gaze away from him. 

"Good job," Geonhak says, and you nod, avoiding his eyes. "You're getting the hang of it."

The butterflies don't mean anything, you tell yourself. You're just tired.

"Thanks," you say. Geonhak opens his mouth to say something when your phone rings loudly from inside your bag, which lies in the corner of the room. "Excuse me," you mutter, running to grab your phone. The caller ID reads 'Doongdoongie,' and you pick it up.

"Hello?" you ask.

"Hi Y/N!" Dongju's voice is loud through the phone, and you can't help but laugh a little.

"Hi Dongju," you say.

"Y/N, what are you doing right now?"

"I'm, uh, practicing dancing at RBW with Geonhak." You glance at Geonhak, and he shoots you a soft smile.

"Oh? Yes, I think Geonhak mentioned that he was going to be teaching you soon. He wouldn't shut up about it. He was very excited," Dongju says, and you raise your eyebrow, looking at Geonhak again.

"Was he?"

"Yeah, but that's not what I'm calling for. I'm calling to ask you for a favor. Can you come over to the dorm?"

"Now?"

"Yes, now."

"Why?" you ask.

"Aish, Y/N, I can't tell you that. Hurry up!"

You sigh. You were enjoying practicing With Geonhak. But . . . "Alright," you say.

"Thank you, Y/Nie!"

"Bye, Doongdoongie," you say. Dongju hangs up and you drop your phone to your side.

"Sorry, Geonhak, I have to go," you say to Geonhak, packing up your stuff.

"What? Why?" Geonhak furrows his eyebrows. "You should stretch quickly before going, to relax your body. You could hurt yourself if you don't."

You nod and plop down on the floor, and Geonhak joins you in stretching. You stretch your legs out forward, and reach for your toes. It doesn't matter if you can touch them, the point is to stretch your leg muscles.

"I dunno why. Dongju wanted me to meet him at the dorm. He didn't tell me why." You hear Geonhak sigh sadly, and look up at him. "So you were excited to teach me?" you ask. Geonhak's eyes widen, and he tears his eyes away from yours, as if to pretend he's too focused on stretching.

"What did he tell you?"

"He said you wouldn't shut up about it." You smile at him teasingly.

"He's exaggerating," Geonhak says. "I'd only mentioned it to him." He pauses. "I am excited to teach you, though."

Your heart feels warm. "Thanks, Geonhak."

You get up, dust off your workout pants, and grab your bag. As you reach the door, you turn to wave goodbye to Geonhak.

"See you Tuesday for practice," you say. "Bye!" He waves back, the softest smile on his face which makes the butterflies resurface again. You ignore them, and quickly leave.

You exit the building and walk to the ONEUS dorm. You've been there countless times since ONEUS moved in before debut, so you know the way well. Sometimes it's for movie nights. Sometimes, to pick up something for a member who's working at RBW. You can probably find your way there with your eyes closed.

You enter the passcode to the dormroom, and find that Dongju is in the living room, sitting on the couch, his phone in his hand. Hwanwoong sits next to him, also on his phone. Dongju looks up as you enter.

"You took your time," he says, and you glance at your own phone for the time.

"Don't be mean," Hwanwoong scolds Dongju, hitting him in the chest. You shoot him a smile. You're friends with Hwanwoong, but you aren't very close. He's always friendly, but he's like that with everyone. Besides interactions like the one at practice last week, you two don't talk too much. You do like and admire him, but he's kind of intimidatingly cool and you can barely muster the courage to speak to him on your own.

"I had to stretch before I left," you explain. "What's up?"

Dongju leans back on the couch, and gestures for you to sit next to him, on the opposite side from Hwanwoong. You do so, and Dongju smiles.

"Do you know what day it is, Y/N?" Dongju asks.

You wrack your brain. It's not anyone's birthday. Keonhee's birthday was just over a week ago. And it isn't a holiday today. So . . .

"June 5th? Sunday?" you offer. Hwanwoong smiles, obviously very amused.

"And what's coming soon?" Dongju asks.

You ponder for a moment. "July 6th?"

Hwanwoong laughs loudly, clapping his hands, while Dongju rolls his eyes. "No! I mean--yes, but . . . Y/N, Geonhak's birthday is coming up on the 26th!"

"Oh yes. I remember. Is that why you called me here today? To tell me that Geonhak's birthday is coming up in twenty one days?"

"Yes," Dongju says, smiling widely. "And I want you to help me and Hwanwoong plan a birthday party."

You blink. "I mean, yes. Of course. But why don't you ask the other members, too?" 

Hwanwoong sighs and sits up. "The members decided to split birthday planning into two parts. We split ourselves into two teams. Team A, which is Youngjo, Seoho and Keonhee, and Team B, which is me and Dongju," Hwanwoong explains, his face too serious for the situation. Still, you listen intently. "Each team plans a separate part of the day. Before lunch and after lunch. Team A is also in charge of lunch plans, and we are in charge of decorations. Then we will come together the week before his birthday and figure out the final plan. Since we have one less member, we get to choose one person to add. So we invited you."

You blink, processing the situation. Two teams of ONEUS are separately planning Geonhak's birthday. Hwanwoong and Dongju want you to help them.

"Okay."

"You'll help?" Hwanwoong asks, an excited smile appearing on his face.

"Of course! He's my friend too."

 "Excellent. Do we want to start now?" Hwanwoong asks, patting the desk in front of the table. You notice a paper and a pencil have been lying there the whole time. "Let's make a list. What does every party have?" he asks.

"Cake," you suggest.

"Balloons!" Dongju says.

Hwanwoong scribbles quickly on the paper as you and Dongju shoot him suggestions.

"Games."

"Snacks and food."

"Alright." Hwanwoong says. "Remember, Team A is doing everything before lunch as well as lunch plans. We only need to decide snacks."

"He really likes ice cream," you say. "The one rainbow one from Baskin-Robbins. He loves that."

Hwanwoong laughs as he scribbles on the paper. "Yes, he does. Let's go back to decorations. What will we want?"

"Streamers."

"Balloons," Dongju says again. Hwanwoong snorts, writing it down even though it's already written.

You continue listing things off, chatting on and on about plans for Geonhak's birthday. You find yourself getting more and more excited and energized.

You end up leaving after a couple hours, walking to your own apartment, a smile on your face. You think about all of the good things going on. You're planning a surprise birthday party for Geonhak with Hwanwoong and Dongju. And on Tuesday, Geonhak will start teaching you how to dance.

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[horrorstreet]

Thank you for responding~! Off Anon for request~! :3 okay, so~... How about Daryl and Negan (prefer separate, if you don't mind~) with a tiny!BAMF! S/O? Only about 5'3 but can toss zombies over her head, knife drawn, covered in blood, and once all is said and done, turns to them and smooches their cheek, "Told you I'd be fine, worrywart~" (cue the 😍 face? Insta boner? Ew you're covered in zombie blood?) Pretty please and thank you~

Negan

During a run, you had been held up by a sudden hoard that was brought along by one of the new recruits of the group. You felt bad for the kid, wanting to help him out since he looked scared out of his wits and spoke to him beforehand, giving him some tips on the do’s and don’ts of going on runs. He was grateful to have your help and told you that he felt ready to go and asked you if you would be willing to go with him. You took a quick glance around the place and told him that doing anything outside of the sanctuary would be better than being stuck here for people to stare at since you were Negan's one and only wife. Negan became aware of where you were headed off to and told you he was joining, never letting you go out alone and here you are now.

You and Negan had been separated which you knew you would be scolded for. You had a large blade dangling from your side and a gun in your right hand, firing bullets like there was no tomorrow. The kid you were protecting had run off to leave with the group, something HE would be scolded for leaving me behind and was left with Negan and his highest command. “(Y/N), JUST STAY RIGHT THERE.” He yelled for you, not wanting you to get hurt. You tried yelling back to him to tell him you were ok but he wouldn't listen and tried to get to your position in the second level of an old house. The hoard had followed you there and began to cluster around you, leaving you helpless, or so everyone thought.

Negan has finally made his way up to you, trying to get to you but figured he was moving to slow. He continued to try and get to you, hoping that your gun would hold out. Everytime the loud sound of your gun rang through the air, he felt the need to fight harder but when the sound of a quiet click of your gun against the loud moans and groans of the undead was heard, signaling that you had run out of ammo, he fell to his knees.

The strong man everyone knew before thought that he had just lost the last most important thing in his life and forgot all you had told him. Keep living, keep fighting, and keep moving forward, saying that you would be with him no matter what but he seemed to have forgotten that and his mind was left blank, unaware of the very close hoard of zombies now coming after him. He finally came back to reality when he felt the harsh tugs of the hungry head pulling at him limbs, needing a bite of fresh flesh. The loud sound of a metal blade against metal was heard behind the zombies and one by one, he watched as they began to drop to the floor. He watched as your angelic form became drenched in blood as you slaughtered each and every last zombie near the both of you, leaving him in awe. Nothing was heard but the distant growls of the dead from somewhere far away, leaving the house the two of you were in silent. He had been frozen watching you on the floor, you back facing him as you scanned every zombie to make sure you wouldn't revive any more surprises. You had finally turned around to meet his smirking face, putting your blade away and holding a hand out to your lover with a matching smirk and pulled him up once he took it. You both stared at one another for a short amount of time that felt like an eternity before you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him down to meet your lips. Once you broke away, you moved around him, only stopping to turn and look at him. “Big things come in small packages, babe.” You told him, addressing the fact that you didn't need a man around to protect you all the time. Seeing you like this made his body feel warm and excited. “Damn right.” He mumbled following behind you with a proud and partially aroused smile.

Daryl

It was a nice quiet day and you and Daryl both decided to spend it with one another, both you fixing up your motorcycles. It was calm in alexandria, the perfect atmosphere to sip lemonade on the porch and listen to old music that had been saved while waving to your neighbors. On the other hand, it was also a nice day to take your newly modified bike for a spin and use it to find some new people. You told Daryl about your plan and he grunted, tightening a part on his own bike. You smiled and kissed his cheek before grabbing your gear and starting up your bike. "Hey,” you heard that lovely familier gravelly voice “take your radio.” He said, tossing it to you as your bike roared underneath you. You thanked him and waved, revving the bike and going on your way, ready to look for new people. Rick was talking to a lookout by the gate and you told him what you were doing to which he opened the gate for you to leave.

You felt so free on the bike, being able to go wherever you wanted. You had come across an old repair store and heard a scream. You quickly pulled into the parking lot and pulled out your gun, ready to shoot. You didn’t give much thought to what could have been happening and slowly walked in. You didn’t speak as you made your way inside but was surprised to find that no one was there until you felt a sharp pain on the back of your head, causing you to fall to the floor. You let out an angry growl and quickly got up, only to find that there were people letting rope go that held back rooms of zombies. You heard the sound of your bike roaring to life and raised your gun to shoot them. Your bike rested alone with two dead bodies of those who tried to steal your things and reached for your radio. You turned it on all while shooting at the zombies that came to close and heard Daryl on the other side. “(Y/n)?” He called through. “Hey, I need help. I’m surrounded by a hoard and the exits are blocked. I'm running out of ammo. I'm at an old repair store outside of town but off the old dirt road. You heard him rushing around and a concerned “hold on” on the other side.

You had to drop the radio and ready your gun, shooting at the zombies as they pushed closer and closer. You were suddenly overtaken by a cloud of rage and picked up a brand new crowbar and started swinging after you gun ran out. You were surrounded by a giant pull of blood as you snarled at the rotting zombies, knocking them all to the floor. You heard multiple cars pull up as you swung for the last time, breathing heavy from all the movement. You watched as the group stood outside of their cars, Daryl in the front with his arrows at the ready.

Everyone's jaw dropped as you walked out of the darkness of the building painted red in that awful metallic substance. You dropped your weapon and walked over to Daryl, patting the side of his face with the clean part of your hand and pecking his lips. He watched you as you walked over to Rick, apologizing for the call that brought everyone with him. Rick was still frozen in awe and stuttered out a response after he came back to his senses. You walked back up to Daryl and hopped back on your bike to go home, giving him a smirk as your revved the engine and took off, people following behind you, leaving him with hearts in his eyes but, or course, he wouldn't let anyone know that.

#daryl dixon #twd #the walking dead #twd negan #negan x reader #the walking dead negan #negan fanfiction #negan #daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixon twd #daryl dixon x reader #negan imagine #The Walking Dead Negan

[imagineclaireandjamie]

Image 18th!century Jamie saw Claire dancing rockabilly / lindy hop? With all the swirling and jumping? I'd love to see his reaction. Bonus if she's dancing with Joe.

We Live For Love

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Jamie framed Claire’s face between his hands, drawingtheir foreheads together. Together they inhaled, then exhaled, ears roaringwith the crowd.

 “You ready?” he whispered against her lips.

 She pulled back. Smiled. The necklace with three goldcharms – the letters J, F, and B, for him and their two daughters – sparkled inthe stage lights.

 “Let’s do this.”

 He returned the smile, bent for a quick kiss, then strodeonstage, guitar slung over his back.

 She didn’t think the crowd could have been louder, butsomehow it now was.

 Claire enjoyed what she had so dearly missed watching himdo, these past few years away from the road. For he always took such care tomake sure that everything was just perfect – the lighting, the microphones, themarks where they would stand.

 They’d run through it all at the sound check thatafternoon, of course. But Jamie knew that something would always get a littleout of sync – and tonight of all nights, they couldn’t afford that.

 Fortunately this check was just a cursory one – because beforeshe knew it, Jamie plugged in his guitar and began strumming the intro.

 Confidently she strode onstage. Suddenly glad of the new earmonitors Joe had insisted she and Jamie have custom made for this tour. Forabove the screams of the crowd she could just barely hear Jamie’s guitar. Andshe counted the bars of his intro, smiling into the hot lights, heart racingwith nervousness and joy.

 Never again, isn't that what yousaid?You've been through this beforeAnd you swore this time you'd think with your head

 It was their first time playing this new acoustic arrangement live –just her and Jamie’s guitar, without the band and its bass and keyboards anddrums. She was afraid that somehow the song would sound naked, thin,incomplete.

No one, would ever have you againAnd if taking was gonna get doneYou'd decide where and when

 Jamie, of course, had convinced her that certainly her fears wereunfounded. That the simple acoustic guitar was exactly what her voice needed toshine. The perfect metaphor for who she was now – how far she’d come – and justexactly what this tour represented.

Just when you think you got it downYour heart securely tied and boundThey whisper, promises in the dark

Jamie’s strumming became a bit more frantic, in time withthe melodic shift in the song. The crowd screamed in delight. Claire met Jamie’seyes, and knew that it would be all right.

 She needed that reassurance with the next song. For anacoustic version of Promises in the Darkwas just her warm-up; only she and Jamie knew what was in store for the rest ofthe night.

 “Wow!” she exclaimed after finishing the song with a flourishof Jamie’s guitar. “Wow!”

 The crowd chanted her name. Claire knew she was alreadysweating under the heavy lights – but she didn’t care.

 “I can’t tell you how thrilled I am – how thrilled we are – to be with you tonight.”Quickly she bent to sip from the bottle of water perched on a stool a few pacesbehind the amps. “As you know, this is our first gig in just about six years. Iwas afraid you guys would have forgotten about me by now.”

 “No!” “Never!” the crowd replied.

 Claire laughed. “I know, I know. Jamie and I – wait, doyou know this is my husband?”

 The crowd laughed; Jamie shook his head, playing it up.

 “Well – we’ve been through a lot these past six years.Spent a lot of time at home, just enjoying being Mommy and Daddy to our twolittle girls. And we’ve been singing and recording – but just for them. And we’veloved it. But we missed being out here with you.”

 She swallowed. “We were afraid you wouldn’t want to hearfrom us anymore. But I guess we were wrong.”

 “Yeahhhh!” the crowd cheered.

 “Well – so we decided this time around, we’d mix it up abit. Just Jamie and me – we’re giving the rest of the band a break. And we’dsing for you some songs you know, just that they sound a bit different. Andthen we’d sing some new songs for you, too – after all, we do have a new record out.”

 “I hope you’ve bought it,” Jamie laughed. “We gotta putthe girls through college.”

 “Anyway,”Claire rolled her eyes. “For these next few songs, we’re going to do somethingwe’ve never done before. See – this man right here, my husband – you may notknow this, but he helped me find my voice.”

 “I wasn’t aware it had been lost, baby,” he teased.

 She turned to face him on the stage. “Back when I wasstill Claire Beauchamp, singing show tunes in jazz bars – he helped me find avoice that wouldn’t get lost with his electric guitar. There would be no ClaireFraser without Jamie Fraser.”

 The crowd sighed and cheered.

 “We’ve given the gift of music to our little girls. Andthis next song is something we sing to them every night. Our two-year-old lovesit – she thinks we wrote it for her – but please don’t tell her we didn’t!”

 The crowd laughed. She nodded at Jamie, and he beganplucking a very familiar introduction. She closed her eyes – pictured Bree andFaith’s joyous faces when they had music time – and began singing.

 She's got a smileit seems to meReminds me of childhood memoriesWhere everythingWas as fresh as the bright blue sky

 Now and then when Isee her faceShe takes me away to that special placeAnd if I'd stare too longI'd probably break down and cry

 Jamie’s baritone voice joined hers for the chorus. Tohear their voices together, amplified, sent chills down her spine.

 Oh, oh, ohSweet child o' mineOh, oh, oh, ohSweet love of mine

 She opened her eyes to watch what happened next. For shestood away from the microphone – and for the first time in their public career,Jamie Fraser sang on his own.

 She's got eyes ofthe bluest skiesAs if they thought of rainI hate to look into those eyesAnd see an ounce of pain

 His voice was so beautiful. For so long she’d wanted himto share it with the world – but for so long he had resisted, insisting (correctly)that the focus should be on her, not him. That she was the star – not him, eventhough they had been equal partners from day one.

 But now, on this tour that naysayers in the press saidwas a comeback and fans said was just about time – now, they played by theirown rules. Dictated absolutely everything. And when Claire insisted theytransform the performances into duets – Jamie couldn’t refuse.

Her hair reminds me of a warm safe placeWhere as a child I'd hideAnd pray for the thunderAnd the rainTo quietly pass me by

 He sang directly to her. Knowing that she couldn’t helpbut think of how he loved burying his face in her neck, sheltered in the cloudof her hair. How he would cling to her in sleep; how they would burrow undertheir quilt, skin-on-skin, lips and limbs tangled for hours and hours in thedark.

 Oh, oh, ohSweet child o' mine

 Her voice rejoined his.

Oh, oh, oh, ohSweet love of mine

 The intensity in his eyes stirred something deep in her.How the hell was she supposed to get through the next ninety or so minutes,when one glance made her want to drag him offstage and lock the door to their dressingroom?

 He electrified her – and she him.

 Next up in their set was back-to-back Bob Dylan covers.

 “It may not surprise you that we idolize June Carter andJohnny Cash,” Jamie explained, tuning his guitar before the next song. “Theyfirst started singing this song together back in the 60s. And most people don’teven know Dylan wrote it – like Jimi Hendrix and ‘All Along the Watchtower.’”

 “It’s better with the harmonica,” Claire interjected. “Butnot today. Maybe next time.”

 Jamie rolled his eyes – and launched into the intro. Thistime he began the song.

 Go 'way from mywindowLeave at your own chosen speedI'm not the one you want, babeI'm not the one you need

 Following in the hallowed steps of June Carter, Claire’svoice joined in. Yet again they sang in perfect harmony.

You say you're lookin' for someoneNever weak but always strongTo protect you an' defend youWhether you are right or wrongSomeone to open each and every door

 It was the perfect metaphor, really – for that’s whatClaire and Jamie had been looking for – and found – in each other, thosefateful days in New York when they were recording their first album. Theirvoices raised for the chorus –

But it ain't me, babeNo, no, no, it ain't me, babeIt ain't me you're lookin' for, babe

 After this song the lights went down a bit – and aspotlight hit Jamie.

 “I know this one’s a bit more folk-y then you all may beused to. But it shows off Claire’s voice in a very different way. She says shelikes to hear my voice at home – well, I feel the same way about her. Andbelieve it or not, she doesn’t sing rock and roll every day. She sings as shedoes things around the house. And I caught her humming this one a few monthsback, and bugged her enough that she agreed to share it with all of you.”

 “Well, Dylan started off in New York clubs, too,” Clairereasoned. “If he can do it, I can do it. And Jamie wrote this particulararrangement – we haven’t heard anyone do the song like this. So it’s a risk.”

 “Well, when have we shied away from risks, Claire?”

 “Never, Jamie,” she laughed. “Now start playing, beforeeveryone gets up and leaves. All right?”

 Claire turned to face the audience. Jamie played a shortintro – and they sang together.

 Oh, where have youbeen, my blue-eyed son?Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountainsI've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highwaysI've stepped in the middle of seven sad forestsI've been out in front of a dozen dead oceansI've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard

 It was a bit more poetic then the lyrics she typically sang– but the hush that came over the audience during the song was positivelyspellbinding.

And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's ahard, and it's a hardAnd it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall

 So it continued – song after song after song.

 Some familiar favorites re-imagined – songs from herprevious albums, cover songs from the 60s to today. Interspersed with songsfrom the new album, including We BelongTogether, which everyone said would hit Number One within a matter of days –and then a few brand-new songs, written exclusively for this tour.

 When Joe Abernathy – their friend and mentor – had askedwhat they wanted to call this tour, WeBelong Together naturally came to mind. But Claire – and Jamie – had adifferent message to send.

 So after Jamie strummed the final notes of the secondencore song, and gripped Claire’s hand, and they took a bow – Claire spoke intothe microphone for one last time.

 “Thank you, from the bottom of my heart – and Jamie’sheart – for your enthusiasm. We took a big risk doing this, but we know nowthat the Our Voices tour will be thebest we’ve ever done.”

 Jamie kissed her sweaty cheek.

 “Good night!” they shouted into her microphone, then ranoff stage, holding hands.

 In the wings, Jamie handed his guitar to Fergus – normallytheir bassist, now playing the role of guitar tech for the tour – and pulledClaire away from the screams of the crowd. Within seconds they arrived at theirshared dressing room, and he shut – and locked – the door behind them just intime for Claire’s hungry mouth to find his.

 They were both shaking, he realized – from adrenaline,and exhaustion, and pure unadulterated need for each other.

 “You were so, so good, baby,” he whispered against hermouth, peppering her sweaty face with kisses.

 “Mmm.” She bit his lower lip. “I love singing with you. It– it just does something to me, Jamie– ”

 He cut her off with another deep kiss, picking her up andsetting her on the makeup table. He stepped between her legs, and she wrappedher calves around his hips.

 Five quick knocks at the door tore Jamie’s mouth fromhers. Because it could be only one thing –

 Claire jumped down from the table, opened the door, and staggeredas two giggling daughters grabbed hold of her legs.

#Anonymous #;mod gotham #we live for love au

[bad-hair-day-headcanons]

Not a request, but I got really curious about poly thanks to your hcs, and since you said we could talk to you about it I was wondering...how does a poly relationship work and how do you start it? What if you get closer to one partner? How do you handle disagreements? With fictional characters everything seems possible, but in real life it looks definitely harder...I do understand the appeal of a poly relationship so I'd like to know more about its dynamics! (If you want to share, that is)

Hello! Thank you for asking, I love being able to share my knowledge of poly with the world and what it is, how it works, and also what it isn’t.

Before I get anywhere into the whole question answering thing, I just wanted to give you a brief definition and myth debunker on polyamory.

Polyamory -  The fact of having simultaneous close romantic relationships with two or more other individuals, viewed as an alternative to monogamy, esp. in regard to matters of sexual fidelity; the custom or practice of engaging in multiple romantic relationships with the knowledge and consent of all partners concerned. (Definition from the Oxford dictionary itself)

Polyamory is not polygamy. Polygamy is a gender-biased marriage practice that focuses on one gender (more commonly males) being at the head on the household and being able to choose whom they marry. While some more westernized religions do have freedom of choice, lots of people do not get to choose in these practices. (a rant for another day.)

Not everyone is suited for polyamory. You may think, oh that’s great, my partner can get their fill when I’m busy and then I’ll come home and get my fill. that’s not how it works. For some yes, it can be just that, but for a lot of couples, if you’ve never been able to deal well with things like jealousy or your partner simply looking at another person, this isn’t going to work out.

How does a poly relationship work?

Now for the good stuff.

Poly relationships are very easy to start but very difficult to maintain. I have had about 5 different poly relationships in the past 3 years and let me tell you it is not fun when the person who invited you into the relationship decides that they don’t want you there anymore even after you’ve already moved all your shit into their apartment and are planning to move across the country with them.

There are so many ups and downs and one of the things that will undoubtedly make things easier is communication. Always talk to your partners, always tell them how you feel instead of letting things stew inside while you’re having this massive silent argument.

Consent, always run things by your partners. If you want to date someone new, run it by them, this is their relationship too. They have every right to know and if you don’t tell them before going out and dating this person, that’s betraying their trust and in most people’s eyes, the same as cheating.

Starting a poly relationship

Starting a poly relationship is again, about consent. Whether you’re in a relationship already or you’re wanting to hop in the middle of that sandwich, everything is about consent. You can’t just run off and tell your partner that you’re gonna go enjoy someone else’s milkshake and be back for dinner tomorrow. Your partner has a say. If you’re going to be sexual with this person your partner has the right to ask for them to get tested and use protection, because if you’re going to be touching them, and then touch your partner, what they may or may not have can spread, even if you don’t get it.

You have the right to say no to being in a relationship with someone that your partner wants to be with. Not all poly relationships are triads, in fact, most are one person having romantic relations with other people while those other people have romantic relations with other people. The media (and I hate using this as a term) likes to bring triads, and quads and quintets into the spotlights as proof that everyone just wants sex- when in fact most of us just want romance and would rather be romantic with the people we want to be romantic with. Sex is generally a secondary factor to a relationship if it is a factor at all.

A lot of poly relationships start out with a couple inviting someone into their relationship and then proceed from there, however more often than not, there will be a person who is mono who wants to be with someone who is poly and partnered. In this case, you have to assess whether or not you are okay with having your potential partner not coming home to you every night and more than likely not considering you their primary partner.

A lot of starting or joining a poly relationship is just common sense and is pretty similar to starting a monogamous relationship. Things like being kind and respectful of the boundaries a person or couple may have already set up, being polite and asking questions about things you aren’t sure of and making sure that you are heard for why you are in this relationship and not letting others speak for you in how you want to pursue this relationship.

What happens if you get closer to one partner?

Becoming close with your partner is a wonderful experience, however, when you are in a poly relationship, this can be considered a problem. While many poly relationships are based on a hierarchy of primary and secondary partners, more commonly people see poly as a triangle or square where you have to evenly spread your love.

One of the biggest misconceptions is that to be poly you can’t get jealous. This simply isn’t true. Being jealous is a natural and normal thing to feel, so if you start to get closer to one partner than you do your other partner(s) it’s best to be open and honest about this and make sure that the rest of your partner(s) know that you are not doing this to hurt them, you simply are spending time with one of the people that you love. Make sure that you hear your partner(s) and if they have problems, discuss them, talking is the key to any relationship. Talk about what has been bothering them and how you would like to go about dealing with that.

Disagreements

Arguing is going to happen.

No one can say that they haven’t argued with their partner(s) if they do, they are lying or haven’t been together long. Dating multiple people will bring up lots of disagreements, whether it be on how you’ve lived or what you think your role in the relationship should be, never let anyone tell you that you will not have disagreements.

The only thing you can do in these situations is calmly approaching them with a clear head and an idea of what you’re going to say. If your partner starts to cut you off, or won’t listen, let them calm down and come back to the issue later. However, you don’t want to put that argument to the side for too long because if you do it can come back and bite you in the ass. Putting off a discussion or argument can result in things festering and blowing up in your face, which makes you and your partner(s) more likely to keep fighting and eventually break up.

Always listen to your partner(s) and don’t forget that they are just like you and just want the best for your relationship.

Thank you again for this request, I am so sorry that it took me this long to get this out, I have been really busy and not feeling as up to writing lately, hopefully, this helped you with your questions and I will leave the links to the sites I used and a documentary below!

More Than Two

SoloPoly

The Difference Between Polyamory and Polygamy by Elizabeth A. Sheff

Beyond ‘The One’: Exploring Modern Polyamory

Some great poly YouTubers are Stevie Boebi and PolyRonnieRambles. Unfortunately, Ronnie hasn’t posted in the last year, but she still has some good videos on the topic.

[choosingmylife]

Catching a First (Maxwell x MC)

Been working on this for like...over a week and finally got it done. Sometimes, I know a story I want to begin, but have no clue how to end it so it takes me a while.

Anyway. Enjoy lovely people.

"Maxwell, hurry! We're gonna miss it!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming," her husband yells from across the house, followed by a laugh. "Never thought I'd say that outside of our bedroom."

Daisy rolls her eyes as he enters the room. "And you won't ever say it again if you miss this."

"I'm not gonna miss anything. Look, she's not even standing up anymore!"

Daisy turns to look at their daughter, just barely a year old, playing with a toy on the carpet. Her attention is completely devoted to the toy and it seems as if she has no intention of moving anytime soon.

Daisy groans, "Ugh, I've been trying to get her to do it for weeks! And every time I think she's gonna start walking and I get the camera ready, she doesn't do it. I swear, it's like a game to her and I never win."

Maxwell settles onto the couch beside his wife, watching over their daughter. "I don't think we're ever supposed to win. Pretty sure that's what being a parent means."

"Yeah, well it sucks."

"Dadada," Charlotte babbles as she finally realizes her favorite person is in the room.

Maxwell grins at the little girl, "Hey, sweetpea. That's right. Da da. I'm your da da," he talks back to her and she smiles in return. She moves her body to go towards him, but the toy she'd been playing with makes a noise, distracting her again, and she stops.

His wife frowns at the exchange. "When is she ever going to say mama? I mean...I'm here, too, ya know. It's a little unfair."

Maxwell shrugs and turns his head to look at her. "Maybe I'm just the cooler parent and she just had to say dada first or it'd ruin her street cred."

"She doesn't have any street cred, Maxwell."

"Not yet, but she will. Might as well rack up all the points she can get," Maxwell informs her and Daisy only shakes her head, not wanting to open the argument of who was the cooler parent again.

They continue to talk about little things and watch their daughter as she plays for a few more minutes. They're stopped when Chance prances into the room and hops onto the couch between them.

Daisy pets him on the top of his head. "Hey there, boy. I haven't seen you all day. Where've you been?"

Of course, he doesn't answer, and instead nuzzles himself closer to Daisy. Maxwell reaches out to pet him, but Chance gives him a look.

Maxwell slowly retracts his hand. "At least you've got Chance. I've shared like a hundred ice cream cones with him and he still barely tolerates me."

Daisy pauses her petting, "Ice cream cones? You've given him ice cream?"

"Well yeah, it's not gonna hurt him. I mean, it shouldn't. Right?"

"Usually no, not for any other dog but Chance is lactose intolerant! No wonder he's been stinking up the place," she complains.

"Doh! Doh!" their daughter exclaims from the floor, her eyes wide.

Both parents turn to look at their daughter as she reaches for the animal, fingers flexing in and out. Chance perks up at her voice, his tail wagging excitedly back and forth. The little girl clumsily stands up from the floor and her parents' eyes widen.

"That's right, Char. Dog. Come see your dog, baby girl," Daisy coos.

Charlotte's right leg begins to shake as she tries to lift it. Her heel leaves the floor but immediately goes back down.

"Come on, baby. You can do it. Come get Chance. Come on," Daisy urges as Maxwell sits in awe.

Their daughter tries once more to move her legs, picking up one foot with a shaky motion. Daisy gasps and slaps Maxwell on the arm. When he looks at her, she gestures to the camera and he takes the cue.

Charlotte takes a step and Daisy claps her hands, "That's it, baby. Come here. Come see Chance. You're so close!"

Their daughter takes another step, stumbling for a second and getting off balance. She quickly recovers, however, and takes another step, this time more carefully and steadier than before. With each step, she grows more confident and, with both parents cheering her on, she makes it to the couch, roughly falling into it as she reaches for Chance.

"Doh!" she exclaims and Daisy laughs.

"Yes! Yes, dog! Good job, Charlotte! You walked! You did so good," Daisy tells her, proudly, and wipes a tear off of her cheek as it trails down.

Charlotte continues to chant about the dog and Daisy looks at her husband, whose own wide smile matches hers.

"I can't believe she finally did it! You know its going to be crazy here now that she can cruise around on her own," Daisy says and Maxwell nods.

"I know, but at least we won't have to carry her everywhere anymore. She's starting to get heavy," he replies.

Daisy sighs, "Yeah, I'm a little sad about that. It seems like just the other day I was in the hospital having a brand new baby wrapped in a pink blanket put in my arms. And now she's walking! Next it'll be the first day of school, then graduation....and she's gonna get married! Have kids of her own! It's going to fly by..."

Both of their smiles falter as they take in this thought, imagining all of the ways their little girl is going to grow and change.

Daisy sighs again, "Well, at least we have it on video to look back on it whenever we want to. Can I watch it again?"

Maxwell lifts up the camera and starts fiddling with the buttons. "Sure, I have it riiiiight....oh, no."

Daisy frowns, "'Oh no?' What does that mean? What's 'oh no'?"

Maxwell looks up at her, sheepishly. "Um. Well. Don't be mad at me. It was an honest mistake, it could have happened to anyone."

"Max..." Daisy warns.

"Ok, ok. So...I may have...not actually recorded it?"

"What!?" Daisy exclaims, "How could you not have recorded it?"

Maxwell lifts the camera up, almost as if just looking at the object can fully explain the mishap.

"Well, see, the record button is right next to the off button and, you know, in the excitement of it all, I possibly, maybe, definitely hit that one on accident."

Daisy's face falls at the realization that a pivotal moment in their child's life will not be forever immortalized through video. "But...she walked. She's only ever going to walk for the first time once and we missed it. We're never gonna have that again," she mutters, on the verge of tears.

"Oh come on now," Maxwell says, moving closer to his wife, ignoring the warning glance of their dog, and puts an arm around her shoulders. Using his hand, he gently guides her head to lay on him as he soothingly pats her hair up and down. "It's just a silly video, Daisy. We're going to remember it up here," he stops patting her to lightly poke her temple, "and that's where it counts. So there's no need to get all sniffily over it."

Daisy looks up at him, eyes red and brimmed with unshed tears of disappointment, "But...her first steps, Max."

He pulls her head back down and kisses the top of it, "I know, honey, I know. We'll always remember it though and that's gotta count for something, right?"

Daisy sighs and nods her head, "No, you're right. We won't ever forget it. It'll be okay."

"That's right but we are gonna forget my colossal mess up...right?" He asks.

She lifts her head again and gives him a stern look, "I absolutely won't forget that," she tells him and he grimaces.

"Are we atleast gonna look back on it years from now and have a good little laugh?"

"Many, many, many years from now, but sure. We probably will," she replies and he smiles.

"See? It's all good." He detaches himself from his wife and slaps both hands on his thighs. "Now, to celebrate this totally amazing moment, who wants ice cream?"

Their daughter immediately gets excited at the mention of her favorite dessert and Chance's ears perk up at the suggestion.

"None for you, Chancey boy. Ever again," Daisy tells him and his ears fall back down, his head going with them. "Ugh, fine. You can have one scoop and that's it, you hear me? Just one, Chance."

Chance sits up, excitedly, and jumps off of the couch. Giggling, the little girl chases after him, on two chubby, and still a little unsteady, legs as they make their way to the kitchen, Maxwell not far behind.

When he gets to the door, Maxwell turns back to Daisy and raises an eyebrow. "You coming?" he asks.

Daisy looks forlornly at the camera for a moment before turning her attention to her husband. "I am. I'll be there in a minute. Save me some chocolate will you?"

Maxwell grins, "Only if you don't take too long. Choczilla in there might eat it all if you don't hurry. You know I can't say no to that face."

Daisy rolls her eyes, "Yeah I know, but try anyway. Okay?"

"You got it," he promises with a wink and he leaves.

Daisy again looks at the camera and frowns, sad that such a huge moment in their daughter's life was missed. It had taken so long to have her that Daisy wanted any and everything memorilized for the rest of time. They'd even taken photos of her first poopy diaper. Daisy, in amazement that such a tiny thing could contain so much, was convinced at the time that it was the greatest thing to ever happen in the baby's short life, so they'd taken several photos much to Uncle Drake's horrified objections. Missing something like her first steps really broke Daisy's heart.

She thinks back on what her husband said and has to agree that, sure, it wasn't on video, but neither one of them would ever forget this day. Their little girl was growing up and bound to have many more things that deserved to be recorded just as much, so, maybe, in the grand scheme of things, missing one wasn't so bad. They'd always have a video in their own minds, snapshots of her furrowed brows as she tried to get her footing and the nearly toothless grin on her face as she tumbled into the couch. That could never be lost, not as long as they were living, Daisy was sure of it.

Sighing, she stands to go and join her family, their laughs echoing down the hallway and filtering into the room, Chance's happy yips accompanying it. Crossing the room, she glances back at the couch, rewinding the recording in her mind and playing it again, and smiles, faintly.

Yes, they'd never forget this, even if they hadn't managed to get it on camera.

Except...maybe next time something happens, she'll be in charge of the camera. Just in case.

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