#Yes I wrote out my times tables and stuck it to the wall......

[lookingformoondrop]

Hi!! I love your writing and hope you’re doing great. May I request a break up scenario with yandere!Andrew?

Yandere!Andrew Graves x Reader

TW: Dark material, mentions of a unalived person, manipulation, andrew calls reader a dumb bunny, very toxic relationship, Andrew drags reader around by the hair (weeee), captivity/kidnapping if you squint? Angst, very very depressing, it's been a while, so this is probably OOC ;-;

♡ Notes: GUESS WHOSE BACK! yes, I admit I was gone for quite a while, but with the progress reports of chapter 3 coming around, I figure now is my time to rise again. After I wrote all of this, I realized I might have made this a little too dark... My next work will likely be a fluff. Sorry Anon! Thank you so much for supporting, and I hope I can continue writing pieces for y'all~ ♡

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The clock on your wall ticked closer to 7 o'clock. Every sound in the room was silenced by the deafening sound of it.

At the time, buying that clock seemed like a cute idea.

It was an old thing, two big clocks held together with beautiful dark wood. And a small circle shaped glass built underneath the two clocks meant for displaying a picture.

It was placed on your fireplace mantel, accompanied by other little trinkets.

You tried not to look at the mantel or the pictures that displayed happy memories, instead opting to glare at the hands ticking closer to your doom.

You didn't deserve to glance at these memories with what you were determined to do.

The room around was in shambles. Blankets and pillows were thrown around, cups and plates stuck to the tables around the couch after hours of neglect, and every picture frame in reach with the smiling face of Andrew Graves was put down.

At any moment, Andrew was going to come through that door and open his arms for you.

You bit your lip, already cringing at the bloody spots forming. You had to leave. There was no other choice.

After what you've seen, there's no possible way you could keep hugging and kissing him...

When you first moved in with Andrew, you found yourself to be the happiest ever.

Every day, you'd roll over to face an already awake and smiling Andy, who would kiss your nose and promise you coffee.

Every evening, you'd have a delicious dinner prepared by Andrew, who would make the atmosphere romantic with candles and rose petals, all leading to a delightful night of fornication...

Yes, at times, there were small cracks in the fantasy you two had made.

You still had to go to work, and you still had projects and deadlines that needed to be met. Not only this, but you still had co-workers you needed to work with.

You had made peace with this and was more than happy to fulfill your office work, but Andrew was not.

Now that you thought about it, many times a day, he would demand for your attention. He would go as far as calling your office and asking to see you. Lunch breaks would extend to lunch hours, and your sick and vacation days were used up in a matter of weeks (back to back).

And then you get home... if you had spent a work day completely ignoring Andrew, going as far as muting him, there'd be no telling what he'd do.

It began with silence, then one word answers, but if you even started getting angry at him for his horrible communication skills, he'd finally lash out.

" Just help me understand. Do you hate me? You're ignoring me all the time so that I can run back to you and beg you to pay attention to me. Why do you even stay with me, then? "

At first, you thought maybe he was just stressed out.

You had such a beautiful relationship, and Andrew was never big on talking about stupid things.

These things could all be avoided if you communicated with him more. If you were just healthy, then nothing would be toxic. You were the shitty one in this relationship, not him.

When you took the blame for all those things, his anger disappeared.

So your life would become peaceful again.

You never considered Andrew to be possessive. He was... overprotective. That's all. He was caring for you. It's not his fault that you're so sensitive,

And now you were giving all that up, and for what? Because every now and then he'll complain about the people in your life?...

because once he'll complain about them, they disappear from your life?

...because you found one of those people in the basement freezer?

The same freezer he made you promise to never go into?

Your eyes blink up at the ceiling, the tears that were dancing on your water line finally spilling over the edge.

Suddenly, the sound of the door cracking open made you quickly wipe at your tears.

"Bunny? I'm here, where are you?" Andrew called out from the hallway.

"...In here, Andrew." You answered, holding your hands in your lap.

"Andrew? What happened to Andy? What, did I do something wrong?" Andrew walked in, having already ditched his shoes and coat.

"Y/N? Hey... What's wrong?" Andrew power walked to you, avoiding the many pillows scattered across the floor.

He leaned down in front of your knees, grabbing your hands.

You gulped, refusing to meet his gaze.

"Andrew, we need to talk about something."

"Yeah...?"

"You... you have to promise not to get mad at me."

Andrew's face darkened, "...sure."

You bit your lip and finally looked up.

But Andrew was no longer looking at you, instead staring at all the picture frames that faced the ground.

You breathed in once. You had put this off for as long as possible.

"Andrew, i didn't call anyone yet, but you need to let me leave. I dont- no- I can't stay here anymore and I -"

"No."

You sputtered but couldn't get a good look at Andrew's expression as he stood up.

"You always get me worried over nothing," Andrew scratched the back of his neck, absently playing with his sweater tag.

You stood up,

"Andrew, this is important! I- I don't feel safe anymore, I don't feel safe with you! You've been keeping so much from me -"

Andrew scoffed at you, cutting your words short.

"You're acting wacky. Are you sure you didn't take anything before I came home?" Andrew finally looked at you with cautious eyes, "Look, Y/N, you're probably tired and need a break from your phone. Give it to me, and I can put this whole thing behind us."

Andrew lent his hand out, half expecting your hand and your phone.

But you shook your head.

"I know, Andrew. I know what you did."

Andrew raised a brow, "What I did...?" His hand was still outstretched.

"Last night I wanted to surprise you with some chicken soup, but I couldn't find the meat in our freezer, so... I went downstairs to the basement instead - "

Your eyes glanced at the clock again, it's happy picture becoming distorted the more you spoke outloud,

Andrew's eyes widened, and his hand dropped, "Y/N, you promised me you wouldn't go down there."

Your breathing became shaky, and your hand grabbed at the hem of your shirt,

"Andrew, you told me that all you had down there was some hunting meat. Y- You lied, not only lied, but you... You fucking killed someone! Oh god, Andrew, why did I find my boss and his DETACHED head in our basement freezer?!"

Andrew avoided your eyes, instead opting to run a hand down his face, sighing deeply into his palm.

When he didn't defend himself, your thoughts ran wilder, and the anger that you had locked away began bubbling to the surface.

This went far beyond control and possessiveness, Andrew murdered someone. Your Andrew, the same man you slept next to for years, murdered someone.

"How many years did I spend with a goddamn murderer? I had thought that- that maybe it was this crazy elaborate plot twist, that maybe you had a good reason to keep A PERSON in a freezer, but maybe I was living with a killer who I should have left a long time ago!-"

"Enough."

You had barely any time to process what he said before he grabbed your hair and began dragging you to the bedroom.

You tried twisting from his grip, dry sobs racking your body.

"Andrew, please stop! I'm - ow!- I'm sorry!"

"No, you're not. Everything I ever did was to protect you. Clearly, you've been thinking about this for awhile."

A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest, "and to think, I would've let you run around a little longer in the big world."

You continued sobbing, trying to grab at his hand. "Andrew, please!"

His hand pushed the door open, but right as he was about to enter, he stopped.

"Bunny", he crotched down to your level, his hand still grabbing your scalp, "do you love me?"

Your body shook involuntarily, your crying turning to hard hiccups. In your mind, all you wanted was to escape. To leave, to be embraced by someone who could protect you from this.

"P- Please Andrew, " you tried shaking your head despite the pressure, "s- stop, you're h-urting me."

Your chest heaved, your heart beating painfully against your chest.

Time moved slowly as Andrew searched your face, but slowly all the light he had in his eyes faded, and was replaced by a darkness that chilled your body.

"You didn't say yes." He clicked his tongue, "but that's okay, its only a matter of time."

Suddenly, he stood up and turned. Dragging you through the living room again, walking towards the basement door.

You screamed as you recognized the direction he was heading. You hit his hand, beating the grip he had on you.

Your eyes were wide and wild, trying to find some sort of escape, and your eyes landed on the clock.

Although you could no longer see the photo, you remembered the day Andrew brought it to you. He has promised to never leave you, and you promised to never leave him.

He asked you if you would love him if he was a monster.

You said, no.

All this time, you thought that Andrew would let you go. You would tell him you knew, he would turn himself in, and he'd let you go. Making all these years a bad nightmare. But the truth was, Andrew had long since known you would've found the body. The thought had crossed his mind, and he planned for the outcome even if he hoped youd be smart enough to never come to that.

When Andrew opened the basement door, he crotched down again and let go of your hair, instead moving you to his arms and holding you.

"Hey, I love you. You know that, right? I will never hurt you. Dont worry, you're going to be staying with me for a long time."

Andrew kissed your forehead, and began heading down the stairs.

Your eyes watched the door and the light that came from it as Andrew lead you further down the stairs.

Further away from the light, further away from freedom.

You cried into Andrew's shoulder, who patted your hair, until you could no longer see the light.

"You're never leaving me, my dumb little bunny."

Thank you for the ask! <3

#the coffin of andy and leyley #x reader #andrew graves #andy graves #y/n #andrew graves x reader #andy graves x reader #yandere andrew graves #yandere andrew graves x reader #angst #yandere #toxic relationship #manipulation #tw death #tw yandere #was supposed to be fluff #possesive love #possession #sorry this took so long

[darling-i-read-it]

Frat Party

Dalton Lambert x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: borderline smut, basically just tension and making out for the whole fic lol, Chris cockblocking them smh

Author’s Note: I wrote this so quickly something possessed me and it just poured out i need to make out with him immediately 

Requested: by anon, abt y/n and dalton having ‘fun’- probably in the closet 🫢🫢 heavy make out and ykkk pleasure 😞🙏🏻 then someone open the broom closet 😟😟 such a cockblocker

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

“Do you remember the last time I went to a frat party,” Dalton asked, head tilted up to look at Chris. She looked down at him, pursing her lips in annoyance. 

“That was literally months ago and since then you haven’t seen a dead person once.” 

“She has a point,” you offered. You were sitting on Dalton’s desk, trying to peer pressure him into going to a stupid party. He had been far too cautious since his incident and it was about time he started to go out more. Chris found a flier laying around and declared that the three of you were going to go even if she had to drag you guys there. 

“You’re supposed to be on my side.” 

“I am on your side,” you said. “This is your side. You just don’t know it yet.” He rolled his eyes and looked between the two of you. He had never been sure how he ended up friends with the two of you. Usually he was grateful for it, knowing he wasn’t alone out here. Moments like these he wondered how worth it was, even when he glanced at you and his eyes lingered a little longer than they should have. You met his gaze, trying not to blush under it. Chris pretended not to notice your acts of persuasion. “C’mon D,” you pleaded. You sat up all the way and leaned forward to him. He was looking up at you, something he could get used to. 

“Fine.” 

“Yes!” “Sweet!” 

You hopped off the desk and offered him your hand to help him up. He took it without a second thought. The weight of his hand was relaxing and familiar. You briefly thought about how you wished you could remain holding his hand forever. 

“I’ll come get you guys at 8 alright?” Chris asked. You nodded. She backed away to the door, bringing two fingers to her eyes and then flipped them back around towards you. “Be ready or I’ll leave without you.” “Please do,” Dalton pleaded. 

“You’re stuck going,” she promised. She opened up the door, calling about something she had to do before you left. You turned to Dalton, a smile plastered on your face. It was a goofy one, half to taunt him, half to have a reason to smile at him. 

“It’ll be fun,” you promised. 

“If you say so.” -

It was loud before you even went in. Greek Row had a line of houses that all seemed too large to be real and too old to be nice. You could immediately tell which one was having a party from a distance. There were people hanging out on the curb, drinking beer, watching the stars, dancing in the grass and doing other weird things. Dalton scooted closer to you, trying not to show his disinterest. 

You nudged him. 

“Lighten up,” you said. 

“I’m trying,” he promised. You approached the door, slipping through the people making out on the porch. Once you got inside it was like a whole other world had opened up. There were people everywhere, against walls, chugging drinks, dancing against each other. The music was so loud you could hardly see yourself think. Dalton put a hesitant hand to one ear, clearly trying to get used to the overstimulation. 

“I’m gonna go upstairs and be nosy!” Chris called over the music. “Either of you want to come?” 

“I want a drink!” you yelled. She nodded.

“Dalton?” 

“I’ll go with her!” Even though you were practically screaming at each other, it was hard to hear. Chris saluted you both before snaking through the crowd to the stairs. 

You didn’t recognize anyone around. It was kind of humbling, realizing how big the school actually was. Dalton was walking close behind you as you made it to a table with snacks. You grabbed a solo cup and poured yourself some of the red liquid, not entirely sure what was in it. 

“You want some?!”

“You drink it first!” You rolled your eyes and took a sip. It was foul but not bad enough to make a face. You offered him a drink of yours, which he took. He made a disgusted face, shaking his head as he tried to rid himself of the flavor. You giggled, taking back your cup. 

“Want one?!”  He paused, swallowing hard. There were so many people that you were pressed against the table and practically against each other. 

“Sure?!” You nodded once, a bright smile on your face. You poured him some and handed it over. You grabbed his arm and weaved him through the crowd so you wouldn’t lose him. You ran into people dancing, narrowly avoiding the people making out on the stairs. 

Once you got further away from the living room you were able to hear yourself think a little bit more. Dalton was drinking quickly, despite his looks of distaste. You took a large swig to catch up to him. 

“Wanna dance?!” you asked. His eyes went wide as he took a large swallow. The scrunched face of disgust went over his face and then it was even again. He looked towards the crowd of people dancing, men's hands on girls hips, bodies pressed together. Just the thought of it made him blush furiously. “D?!” 

“Yeah!” He put down his cup, forgetting about it immediately. This time he grabbed your hand and led you back into the crowd. He didn’t like it but he forced himself to be in the middle so that less people paid attention to him. There was awful music playing but it had an aggressive base that was rocking the floors. You tossed your drink away far too early into a garbage can and started to dance to the music. Dalton wondered if he should put his hands on your sides as you started to move along to the music, looking too intoxicating for his already intoxicated mind. 

“C’mon D!” you yelled. You put your hands on his sides, moving him back and forth. He tried not to gasp at your hands. Instead he just put his palms on your hips as well, evening out the playing field. His grip was fiery and incredibly distracting. You were moving him but you weren’t thinking about it anymore. You were thinking about him and you were pulling him closer to you and your chests were flush. You looked him in the eye, not breaking eye contact. It felt like you were playing a game of who would break first. Your breathing was becoming ragged. Was it smokey in here? 

Your hands moved up towards his neck. You put your arms on his shoulders. His lips parted. Your torsos were fused together at this point and he was making every effort to hold you even closer to him. Everyone else seemed like a blur. 

You lifted your hand up a bit and then placed it on his neck. He would’ve flushed if he wasn’t knee deep in the moment. Your fingers were cool against his bare skin. 

“Dalton,” you said, voice too quiet for him to hear but he recognized the way your lips said his name. 

“Yeah?” 

You leaned forward, kissing him without thinking. His lips parted, breathing in the air you were giving him. He had never felt so euphoric. It briefly crossed his mind that this is what college was for. To make out with the girl he loved in the middle of a room after drinking something was probably too strong. Your hand went to his hair, tangling in his knots. 

“C’mon,” you whispered and he only caught it because his face was now so close to yours. Your hand was in his. You had never been in this house before but you were determined now, body on fire. His other hand found your hip. You ran up the stairs. People were staggering around but your mind was now occupied. You tried a door but it was locked. Dalton put both of his hands on your sides behind you. You were a girl on a mission now. 

You tried the next door. Locked. 

You tried the next one. It opened with a gentle nudge. It was a bathroom, clearly someone’s private one. There was a door attached to it on the side, probably to a bedroom. You grabbed Dalton’s hand off your side and pulled him inside, slamming the door shut. 

It was so tight that you were barely able to both get in there. A walk-in shower was shoved in the corner and a sink was beside it, a toilet on the other side. The sink was just barely jutting out of the wall yet you still managed to hoist yourself up to it. You grabbed Dalton, who was far too happy to oblige, and smashed his lips against yours. 

All of the tension that had been living within the two of you seemed to fuel the moment. He parted your legs with his hand so he could stand between them. His boldness only turned you on more. You wrapped a leg around his, both of his hands on your sides, gently hiking up your shirt so he could touch your bare skin. 

Your brain was muddled. There was nothing in the world anymore except Dalton and his lips and his hair and his body against yours, hot, flush, more toned than you would’ve thought. His lips left yours to trail down your neck. You moaned, which made him visibly react. 

Dalton had never felt better, he was convinced. He could live in this bathroom with you forever and never grow unhappy. You put the back of your head against the mirror. Though your torso moved back he didn’t let it stop him from being pressed against you. 

Right then, you would’ve done anything he asked. You were all too happy to melt down to your knees. In fact, you were thinking about it as his lips nipped your collar bone. You let out a sharp breath and was about to push him backwards so you could sink off the counter when the adjoining door flew open. 

You both jumped, suddenly broken out of the moment. Even though he was startled, his hands didn’t leave your side, he just backed up a bit. 

Chris stood in the doorway, her mouth open wide. Then she started to laugh. A hearty laughter, mixed with genuine surprise. 

“Sorry to interrupt!” You grabbed a towel that was on the rack and threw it at her. She dodged it. 

“We’re in the middle of something Chris,” Dalton said, voice dangerously low and borderline seductive. You glanced at him, chest still heaving. 

“I can tell. Maybe next time you guys should lock the doors. Anyone could walk in.” 

“Duly noted,” he said. You gestured for her to leave. She stayed put. 

“This must be much better than what happened in the bathroom at the last party you went to Dalton.” He rolled his eyes, not even able to bring himself to care. It crossed your mind to just go back to the dorms so you wouldn’t have to deal with interruptions. It felt so far away. You had only been here 20 minutes but it now felt like 20 minutes too long. 

Your hand was still lazily hanging off Dalton’s shoulder. 

“This door doesn’t lock,” she said, twisting it. 

“Alright,” you said. 

“You wanna give someone a free show?” Your knees hurt. Hurt wasn’t exactly the right word. Your knees ached. 

“Chris,” you said. 

“I’m warning you. Anything anyone sees could be recorded.” You pushed yourself off the counter. Dalton stumbled back. You grabbed his hand. 

“We’re going back to the dorms.” 

“We just got here!” she exclaimed. 

“Dorms,” you said. She laughed a bit, lips parted in pleasant surprise. 

“Yes ma’am. I’ll see you guys back there.” You pushed past her. 

“Knock when you get there!” Dalton called as you dragged him back down the stairs. Chris rolled her eyes. The things on the counter had been shoved to the ground, toothpaste in the sink, towel on the ground. 

“Damn guys.”

#dalton lambert x reader #dalton lambert x fem!reader #dalton lambert imagines #insidious imagines

[yandere-writer-momo]

Finally wrote part ii to pinky promise. Took forever but I’ll have to split it into three parts. Mehhhh

Yandere Short Stories: Pinky Promise II

Yandere Lesbian x Afab Reader x Yandere Genderfluid Noble

Pink Promises (1)

(Your name) nervously fiddled with the skirts of her dress. Her eyes flit over to Cressida, who greeted each of her esteemed guests with soft, fake smiles. It was strange to see the blonde so stiff.

“This is my closest friend, Lady (your name).” Cressida introduced (your name) to the noble ladies. Her blue eyes admired (your name) who looked so beautiful all dolled up. Cressida wondered if (your name) would want to look like this nearly everyday… Cressida simply wanted to spoil (your name) until the day she took her last breath.

The salon went by swimmingly, there wasn’t anything the women really talked about other than gossip. (Your name) remained silent for the entire evening as she sat beside Cressida. The blonde snuck glances at (your name) here and there, unsure if she should make a move.

And that’s when Cressida grabbed (your name)’s hand in hers from under the table. Her pale thumb ran over the soft skin of (your name)’s knuckles to soothe her. Cressida now had a genuine smile on her face, her thick golden lashes fluttered at (your name). Her cerulean eyes filled with emotion.

The ladies of the party noticed the look Cressida gave (your name) in confusion. Cressida has never looked at anyone like that or has even given anyone her undivided attention. But rather than finding the look cute, the noblewomen were unnerved. Cressida looked obsessed with (your name) and they felt awful for the poor young woman.

Cressida’s temper was known all over the land. And heaven have mercy if (your name) were to fall from Cressida’s graces. The poor girl would probably end up with the other hanged heads on her rumored walls.

“You seem awfully close with each other.” One of the ladies quietly brought up, which made Cressida beam.

“Yes. (Your name) is my best friend. I’m so happy to have her in my life.” Cressida gave (your name)‘s hand a squeeze. A blush now on her face. “I’m so lucky to have found her… I was so lonely for a long time.”

The ladies furrowed their brows in confusion. Lonely? Cressida was the most popular socialite despite her ill manners due to her doll like beauty. People flocked to her like flies to honey. Yet this was the first time Cressida has ever flocked to someone. And call someone so informally.

(Your name) gave a stiff smile to everyone. She was nervous now that she was put on the spot like this. She didn’t know what to say or what to do… luckily, Cressida did all of the talking.

“I’m happy you ladies have been so kind to her. It means a lot to me.” The noblewomen all gave smiles, it seemed they had been trying to get into Cressida’s good graces for awhile now. Just how powerful was Cressida?

(Your name) nodded her head and cast her gaze to the floor. Even though she was now being swarmed with compliments, she felt so out of place…

She had left this noble life behind and she had no interest in being a part of it again.

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“Did you like the salon, (your name)?” Cressida asked with stars in her eyes. She wanted to know if (your name) loved wearing pretty dresses and drinking foreign teas. Were the macarons to her liking? Cressida hoped so. She’d go all out next time if (your name) wasn’t satisfied. Cressida merely wanted to give her future wife the best. “I picked out subtle sweet treats so the flavors weren’t too overwhelming and I wanted you to try one of my favorite teas.”

“I had a nice time, Cressida.” (Your name) smiled softly at the blonde. “But I just don’t think this life is for me-“

“Nonsense! I think you deserve to wear beautiful dresses and to enjoy nice treats everyday.” Cressida’s cheeks were a furious shade of cherry as she began to get worked up. Her blonde flyaways stuck straight up like a canary’s feathers. “Were they mean to you? I can personally talk to them-“

Cressida gasped when (your name) gently took her hands in hers. (Your name) smiled at Cressida with so much kindness, she swore she’d melt.

“I’m truly grateful for you being so considerate of me but I don’t really like large groups of people all that much.” (Your name) gave Cressida’s hands a squeeze. “I appreciate our friendship, Cressida. But you don’t have to do so much for me. I just enjoy spending time with you-“

Cressida suddenly pulled (your name) into a tight hug. The taller girl burying her face into (your name)’s shoulder. Her arms felt like the coils of an anaconda from their unyielding grip.

“I appreciate you! We can just spend time together with just the two of us then!” Cressida pulled away, a few tears of joy falling down her rosy cheeks. The cherry color made her porcelain skin even more doll like. “I love being with you.”

(Your name) gave Cressida a smile so bright, Cressida swore she was momentarily blinded. The blonde felt her heart flutter out of her chest and try to crawl into (your name)‘s.

“I love you…” Cressida muttered under her breath in a voice so soft, (your name) couldn’t hear her. “I love you so much.”

And this was only the beginning of Cressida’s lifelong obsession.

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(Your name) didn’t come back until it was nearly dark out. Cressida had spent the entire day pampering her with meals and a large bouquet of roses. The sweet fragrance from the delicate flowers reminded (your name) of her blonde friend to a tee.

“Can we do this again soon? I’ll share that secret with you next time!” Cressida blushed, the blonde shyly glanced away. “I’d love to gift you more roses.”

“Thank you, Cressida. I’ll see you around.”

“Please don’t be scared to write to me! I’d love to hear from you more.”

Cressida helped (your name) out from the carriage. The two girls bid each other farewell before Cressida took off. Her cerulean eyes watched (your name) until the smaller girl was no longer in her line of sight from her carriage window.

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” Cressida chanted while her heart pounded against her rib cage. “And now I know you love me too.”

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“What the hell are those?” Marisa glowered with jealousy at the bright red roses. That stupid porcelain doll bought (your name) those, didn’t she? Marisa couldn’t stand that noble wench. “Can you even eat them?”

“I mean, roses are edible but they’re a gift. I think I might put them in a vase- what are you doing?!” (Your name) could only gasp in horror when Marisa began to rip apart the roses with her sharp teeth like a hungry wolf.

The red head tore the flowers to shreds with her sharp canines in seconds. The redhead’s wild cinnamon eyes glanced up at (your name) as she swallowed down the last bits. Red petals stuck to her lips and parts of her cheeks from the absolute slaughter she committed against the flowers.

“There. It was much better as a meal than decor.” Marisa grumbled while she crossed her muscular arms over her chest. “Don’t take gifts from weirdos.”

“Cressida is my friend-“ Marisa closed the distance between them until she towered over (your name). Her large body trembled with overwhelming emotions. Why was (your name) defending that haunted porcelain doll? Did she… did (your name) love Cressida?

“Are you saying Cressida is as important to you as I am?” Marisa asked in a hushed tone. She had no idea why the thought of (your name) being with someone else, another woman, drove her insane. Marisa had the strongest desire to tear her flesh off herself at the thought of (your name) caring about someone as much as they care about her. It made her sick to her stomach.

“No, that’s not it at all!” (Your name) frowned at how panicked Marisa seemed to be. “You’re my most important person, Marisa.”

Marisa melted when (your name) pulled her into a hug. Her arms quickly wrapped around (your name) into a tight hug as her heart began to flutter. Yes… this felt so right. Being with (your name) felt so right. She wondered how (your name)’s lips would feel against hers…

They may have only been on the edge of eighteen, but Marisa knew it in her heart that she wanted to be (your name)‘s one and only for the rest of their days together on this planet.

“I hope you don’t get an upset stomach from eating so many flowers.” (Your name) used her thumbs to brush off some petals from Marisa’s face. “I still cannot believe you did that…”

“If it makes you feel any better, they tasted awful anyways.” The two shared a laugh as they held each other. (Your name) could never be mad at Marisa. Never.

“(Your name)?”

“Yes?” (Your name) looked up to look at Marisa who had a conflicted expression on her face.

“Swear to me you’ll never leave me- no. Pinky promise me that we’ll be together forever.” Marisa held out her pinky to (your name). “No matter what happens, we will be together.”

“Mari, we’re not children-“

“What’s the matter? Scared of a childish oath?” Marisa teased which made (your name) hook her pinky around Marisa’s. (Your name) chuckled and shook her head.

“Alright, alright. I pinky promise.”

“You’re going to be by my side until the day I die.” Marisa told (your name). “Because even in this lifetime, I could never get enough of you.”

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“We’re going to be moving to the north.” Orik told the two women with a smile. “It’s time for a change in scenery and for Marisa to learn the way of the sword. We’ll be leaving in a week’s time.”

(Your name) frowned at Orik. “But isn’t the north dangerous? It’s a frozen wasteland.”

“I’ll be there to protect you of course.” Marisa teased (your name) with a bright grin. “I’ll be stronger and then I’ll truly be the knight to your princess.”

(Your name) gave Marisa a soft smile. She knew her childhood friend would never let anything happen to her, it’s been that way since they were children. It was just…

“I should tell Cressida I’m leaving-“

“Nonesense, you can send her a letter once we’re there.” Orik butted into the conversation with an awkward smile. The old wizard did not want that blonde haired menace to know of their whereabouts. There was something incredibly off about the marquesses. And Orik has never been wrong about his gut feelings. “Is that okay?”

(Your name) frowned but nodded her head at her teacher. She felt as if she was in the dark about this whole matter but she didn’t want to address the elephant in the room quite yet. She needed to figure out what Orik knew in private.

“I’ll help you pack.” Marisa offered with a giddy smile. They were about to start a new chapter together… maybe once Marisa became stronger, they could move in together?

(Your name) nodded her head and followed along. The young woman gave one last look to the door before she dipped around the bend.

Hopefully Cressida would understand…

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Marisa wrapped another cloak around (your name) when she noticed the smaller girl shiver. A loving smile on her lips as she took (your name)‘s hands in hers.

“Your hands are so cold… want me to warm them up?” Marisa took (your name)‘s hands and pressed tender kisses all over the soft skin. A shudder left her scarred lips from the contact. This felt so right… Marisa was meant to kiss (your name)’s palms and fingers. She was meant to have the delicate digits in her mouth to suckle on. Marisa wanted to drag her tongue over every finger so she could taste how seeet (your name) was- what was that? What kind of demon possessed Marisa that made her mind wander to such obscene thoughts of her best friend?

“Mari?” (Your name) quirked a brow at her best friend in concern. Her friend has never kissed her hands like this before and she seemed so lost in thought. “Are you alright?”

Marisa shook her head and gave (your name) a reassuring smile. “I’m okay. I just had some thoughts on my mind was all.”

(Your name) gave Marisa a big smile. “You’ve been having a lot on your mind recently. I’m starting to believe you’re a scholar now since you’re so full of thoughts.”

The two shared a laugh before they fell into a comfortable silence. (Your name) rested her head on Marisa’s shoulder with a big smile, which made the red head’s face exploded with color. Marisa swore her heart leapt to the stars from the simple gesture. Her shoulder felt as if it was on fire. Marisa was being boiled alive with desire- desire?

Marisa felt her head swim with more thoughts of her friend. Her reactions felt natural and yet… would it be possible for two women to be together- together? What was wrong with her… Marisa shouldn’t think of such things. They were friends, nothing more… right?

(Your name) was none the wiser of Marisa’s muddled feelings for her nor was she aware of just how upset Cressida would be once she found out of her disappearance.

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Cressida threw her vanity chair across the room with such force, it splintered into thousands of pieces. A loud scream escaped her chest as she sobbed uncontrollably.

Bits of silk and velvet from expensive dresses laid torn across her bedroom floor. Cressida’s body shifted in and out of her male and female form from how unstable she was.

“My lord, you must collect yourself-“ Gerald barely dodged a hand mirror that was chucked at his head. A sigh left his lips. There was no way his lord was going to ever be royalty at this rate… he was too unstable.

“She’s gone! They took her from me!” Chrysanthos screamed, his face a beet shade of red and his golden hair frazzled. He looked like a maniac. “Why would they take her to the north?! I want her back immediately-“

Gerald slapped him across the face with his white glove, Crysanthos’s head thrown to the side. A red welt formed on his porcelain skin but the slap successfully silenced the marquis. The butler glared at the noble with disdain.

“You are acting like a fool.” Gerald hissed, the butler had had enough. “If you don’t get yourself together, you’ll never be able to sit on the throne.”

Gerald clicked his tongue at the mess in the room. “I’ll send a maid to clean this up while you collect your feelings. You’re done acting like a spoiled child. You cannot forget your purpose, my lord.”

Gerald then left Chrysanthos alone in his room . The door slammed shut behind the butler, which snapped Chrysanthos back to reality.

The blonde’s knees collapsed from under him as he began to sob. His darling would never hit him… she would have consoled him and let him cry his heart out on her shoulder. How was he going to cope without her by his side?

Crysanthos admired his ethereal reflection in the large body mirror in the corner of the room. There was no denying he was a man of exquisite beauty, but it didn’t matter if his darling wasn’t here to see him. If she didn’t love him.

“We’ll be reunited again…” Chrysanthos’s tenor voice rung out in the emptiness in his room. “We will see each other soon and I’ll never let you go again.”

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Half a year went by living in the north and it wasn’t horrible. (Your name) spent a lot of her time indoors where it was warm to practice her healing abilities while Marisa took up sword fighting.

Orik had given (your name) permission to heal people for money now so she could be more independent. The young woman was ecstatic to finally use her abilities more often and she began to meet the locals… especially a young knight named Joshua.

It was shocking to learn that most people in the north had blood red hair just like Marisa. It turns out Marisa may have originally been a northerner before she became a slave and eventually ended up in the orphanage… she had lived such a hard life but it seems she found her place… or so (your name) thought.

(Your name) had no idea that Marisa considered (your name) herself as her true home.

Marisa would put her all into training so she could head back to their home to be with (your name). She even began to earn money by her big game she hunted and sold. It wasn’t uncommon for her to hunt for boars or deer after her training session. Marisa now legally bought her beloved princess presents.

Today was no exception. Marisa had decided to buy (your name) a stuffed snow rabbit. It was something small and simple, but she was sure (your name) would love the cute stuffy…

And that’s when Marisa came home a bit early to find a man with (your name). The two talked and laughed while (your name) healed his wounds and Marisa knew that (your name) was just doing her job but she couldn’t help the jealousy that consumed her. Especially when he had such a prominent blush on his face when he looked at (your name).

The scene instantly soured Marisa’s mood. Who did this man think he was? How dare he bask in (your name)‘s presence for this long… he didn’t deserve to be in the same room as her. No man did…

“I noticed your hair is shorter, Joshua.” (Your name) smiled at the young knight who only blushed in response. “It looks really nice on you.”

“O-oh… you noticed my hair cut?” Joshua ran an olive hand through his red locks. “Thank you, (your name)… actually I-I have something to ask you-“

Joshua froze when he saw Marisa in the corner of his eye. He quickly sprung up and collected himself. “Sorry, it seems I overstayed my welcome.”

(Your name) frowned but then she saw Marisa in the door way. Her cinnamon eyes glared holes into Joshua. Oh my… it seems Marisa was upset about something.

“It’s perfectly okay, Joshua. Please refrain from hurting yourself.” (Your name) smiled warmly at the knight who blushed once more. He shyly gave her a nod and scurried out the door before Marisa’s wrath was inflicted on him. He made sure not to look the giant woman in the eyes.

Once he shut the door behind him, Marisa opened her mouth to speak. “I didn’t think you were acquainted with any men around here…”

“Oh I’m not, just Joshua.” (Your name) smiled warmly at Marisa, who took Joshua’s seat beside her. “He is so clumsy-“

“He’s probably injuring himself to see you.” Marisa mumbled under her breath before she dug the stuffed rabbit out of her pocket. “Here, I bought you something.”

(Your name) smiled at the white rabbit plush. She couldn’t believe Marisa had bought her something so cute…

“Thank you so much, Mari.” (Your name) smiled at Marisa who blushed a bit. Marisa felt her breath hitch when (your name) held her hand in hers. “I love it.”

“It was nothing…” Marisa couldn’t quite explain the feeling that she felt towards her best friend. Her stomach swarmed with butterflies, and her face felt hot. What was going on with her? Why did she have such muddled feelings around (your name)?

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Marisa stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her hand ran through her long red locks in thought. (Your name) really liked Joshua’s short hair…

Marisa glanced at the dagger that rested on the bathroom cabinet, the young woman brought it up to her face to admire it. Would (your name) like her hair short as well?

Marisa grabbed a fist full of her hair up into a ponytail and sucked in a deep breath. Her hand shook as she held the dagger so tightly, her knuckles turned white.

And with the flick of her wrist, handfuls of blood red hair laid on the bathroom floor. Marisa smiled at her reflection in awe.

Short hair suited her much better. She looked more like a man than Joshua now.

Marisa ran her hand through her neck length locks in contemplation. Perhaps she could trim it up a bit more? Keep it a bit longer in the back to tug on while she shoved her face between (your name)’s legs- where on earth were these impure thoughts coming from?

Marisa shook her head to try to clear it. Her hands held her hot cheeks in shame.

“What on earth is wrong with me?”

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“Wow, Mari! Did you get a haircut?” (Your name) beamed at her friend whose cheeks flushed at the compliment. Marisa shyly ran her palm through her short wolf cut. “You look so handsome, Mari. It suits your face.”

She was thrilled that (your name) loved her new cut. It made butterflies explode in her stomach to a nearly overwhelming degree. Marisa had never felt so flattered in her life.

Marisa bent down to (your name)‘s height and took her hands in hers. “Do you mean it?”

“Mean what, Mari?”

“That I’m handsome?” Marisa’s voice was barely above a whisper, her body trembled. She needed to know… she needed to know if (your name) truly thought she was attractive.

“Of course I do.” (Your name) smiled at Marisa. She moved her hand to cup Marisa’s face, her fingers traced over the unsightly scars on the left side of the redhead’s face. “You have such a strong jawline and I love your Roman nose…”

Marisa leaned forward into (your name)’s touch. She wanted more… she needed more. Marisa wanted to open up her ribcage so (your name) could crawl inside but even then, Marisa wouldn’t be satiated with the close proximity. They needed to fuse together into one, living being- she was thinking of bizarre ideas again.

(Your name) traced her fingers over the slit scar on Marisa’s thin lips. She wasn’t lying about Marisa being handsome… if (your name) didn’t know the truth, she’d think Marisa was a man.

Marisa suddenly scooped (your name) up in her arms and lead her to her room. The red head collapsing on the bed with her best friend with a big smile.

“Mari!” (Your name) giggled when Marisa buried her face into (your name)’s stomach.

“I want your eyes on me forever.” Marisa whispered into (your name)’s skin. “I don’t ever want you to go to a far away place where I can’t see you.”

“Then we’ll stay together till we’re old.” (Your name) giggled with a big smile. “At least until I get a husband.”

And that’s when it hit Marisa. The reason why she loved being near (your name) so much, the reason she wished to provide for her and protect the small girl from harm was because Marisa was in love with her. Marisa was in love with (your name)… and she’d be damned if she let some man take her away.

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As the years went by, (Your name) did her best to send Cressida a weekly letter despite the her busy schedule in the north. The blonde would always send back letters spritzed with perfume or small flowers tucked into the envelopes. Cressida was so cute sometimes. (Your name) could not wait to be back in the west to see Cressida. It’s been so long… she wondered if the blonde was still so doll like…

A large, veiny hand was placed on her shoulder which drew her from her thoughts. (Your name) turned to see her best friend, Marisa.

The redhead now was nearly seven feet tall and more massive than any man around. The unsightly scars on the left side of her face made her presence even more intimidating, but it didn’t affect (your name) who beamed warmly at her friend.

“You still send letters to that doll?” Marisa scoffed as she bent down to scoop one up to snoop through it. “I don’t know what you see in that girl. She’s corny.”

(Your name) tried to take the letter from Marisa but Marisa merely held it up high above her head.

“Mari, give it back!” Marisa’s chest shook with a laugh before she gave (your name) a smirk.

“I will if you give me a kiss.” Marisa’s cinnamon eyes glinted with mischievousness. Over the last few years, she’s been pushing the boundaries of their friendship in pursuit of turning it into a relationship… a shame (your name) was so dense since Marisa ruined any romantic endeavors for the smaller woman.

“You wild woman!” (Your name) huffed and then pouted in defeat. “Fine.”

Marisa bent down in a millisecond, the large woman turned her cheek to the side for (your name) to kiss. The smaller woman giggled and rolled her eyes before she planted a tender kiss on one of Marisa’s scars.

“Perfect, here’s your love letter.” Marisa sarcastically mumbled. She was a woman of her word despite her disdain for the blonde.

“I’m amazed Cressida isn’t engaged. We’re almost to our mid-twenties now.” (Your name) chuckled at the image of Cressida that played in her head. She wondered if the blonde still threw tantrums… her dear friend was so fickle it was comical. (Your name) swore she was the only one in the world Cressida enjoyed being around…

It took everything in Marisa not to shout on the top of her longs that Cressida was a weirdo. Cressida gave her the chills… there was something unsettling about the blonde and not just due to her doll like appearance. Yet Marisa couldn’t voice her disdain when all she had was a hunch. Marisa would need proof to keep the blonde away so she could finally keep (your name) all for herself…

“Joshua is going on a hunt today.” Marisa did her best not to gag at the man’s name. She didn’t like that string bean either. Joshua was a nice guy, don’t get Marisa wrong, but Marisa did not want (your name) to be with anyone other than her.

Was it awful for Marisa to just want to keep her friend all to herself? To keep her safe from the danger of the world in her large arms? Marisa was jealous that she wasn’t born a man.

“Joshua actually asked me out on a date-“

(Your name) squealed when Marisa suddenly pulled her into an embrace. The red head buried her face in the crook of (your name)’s neck, her hot breath made (your name) squeal at the sensation. Marisa could take this torment no longer, she had to make a move,

“Mari! Stop teasing me!” Marisa merely hummed before she scooped (your name) up and carried her to her bed. The red head flopped over so that her muscular body pinned (your name) down on the mattress in a compromising position. “Mari-“

Marisa hungrily pressed her lips against (your name)’s in a dominant kiss. (Your name)’s eyes blew wide when Marisa shoved her tongue in her mouth, her large hands held (your name) in place. There was no escape from her friend but maybe… this wasn’t so bad?

(Your name) leaned into the kiss that soon turned into a full make out session. The strong taste of cinnamon overwhelmed her senses but Marisa’s hands made her mind melt. All (your name) could smell was Marisa. All she could taste was Marisa.

Marisa suddenly pulled away, a string of saliva connected the two from their make out session.

“I’m in love with you.” Marisa whispered as she pressed her forehead against (your name)‘s. “And I know I’m not man. I know I’m not conventionally attractive either but I could treat you well…”

(Your name)’s hands were scooped up in Marisa’s large, calloused palms. The redhead trembled as her deep voice became soft like a breeze. “But we could run away and live in a cabin somewhere. Where no one can find us. Just us. No Cressida. No Joshua. Just you and me and the pinky promise we made.”

(Your name) smiled at Marisa. A simple life with her best friend? One where she could truly leave her past life of nobility behind and shed no longer have to heal the citizens of this ungrateful frozen wasteland? It sounded as unbelievable as a story in a child’s fairytale book but she didn’t know unless she gave it a shot.

“Well you find us that cabin and I might take you up on that.” (Your name) smiled at Marisa who instantly pulled her into a flurry of kisses. “Hey. Stop that.”

“You didn’t fight back earlier when I shoved my tongue down your throat, what’s the difference now?” Marisa teased (your name), which made the smaller woman furiously blush. “We’re lovers now. And I won’t ever let anyone else have you.”

“It’s your world, I’m just living in it.” (Your name) and Marisa shared a laugh before they cuddled together on the bed.

Although this may have seemed like a happy ending for the pair, the story was far from over. No. It had only just begun.

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Murphy's Law | Alpha! I. Midoriya

A/N: This has been sitting incomplete in my drafts for months because I lost interest but the beginning was cute and I didn't want it to go to waste so I wrote some shitty smut just cause, yeah. read it if you want I don't really care ☹️

TW! ABO dynamics, ProHero/Aged Up, Alpha!Deku, Omega! Reader, Clumsy Reader, Accident Prone reader, condescending deku, reader is attacked and deku saves her, yandere deku if you squint, strangers to lovers, vaginal fingering, marking, not proof read poorly written 💔

18+ NSFW Content| MDNI

   

Murphy’s Law, in its simplest form, claims that “anything that can go wrong, will go wrong. In other words—you were a walking fucking disaster. 

Absolutely accident-prone. Wherever you went, chaos followed. It had been that way your whole life. You’d labeled yourself as a “clutz” thanking God that you were lucky enough to never get seriously hurt from your negligence, but it seemed that your luck was running out.

The chill of the night air did nothing to quell the sweat beading from your flesh. Brisk wind nipped at your skin, exacerbating the potent stench of a frightened omega. Yes, you were clumsy and, at times, forgetful but you always remembered to wear your blockers! 

It was just a crazy morning, and you were running late, and you assumed that it would be fine because you lived so close to the restaurant. But you didn’t expect the place to be so busy, or for your boss to have you stay an extra hour. Then two. Then four. And before you knew it you were doing a double closing shift because you were the only one available. Poor unlucky you.

That lack of luck continued when you begrudgingly passed a rowdy pack of males that were congregating outside of a liquor store. You ignored their whistles and lewd comments, clutching your bag and picking up the pace. Most of the men shrugged it off, calling you a tease or a “stuck up bitch”, but one pair of lustful eyes lingered—the same pair that were getting dangerously close. Just a few more strides and—

“Caught ‘ya!”, he growled. 

The fowl stench of alcohol mixed with the alpha’s licorice like musk made your stomach lurch. You struggled in his grasp, screaming, flailing your arms and kicking wildly until you landed a good hit on your assailant who didn’t appreciate it at all. 

“Stupid bitch” he grunts, wrapping his hands around your strands and bashing your head against the brick wall. Pain blooms in your skull and you feel yourself quickly losing consciousness but before darkness consumed you—you don’t miss the emergence of an earthy aroma soured with anger followed by a blur of green. 

Then nothing. 

A scent reminiscent of lush forest meadows and the sound of light tapping and beeping pulls you from your slumber. It was a welcomed change from the potent odor emitting from that feral alpha last night. The memory overcomes any lingering drowsiness, and you bolt upright. 

The tapping stops.

The sudden movement proved un-advantageous. Bile rose in your throat with dark spots clouding your vision. A figure emerges from the corner of the dimly lit room reaching your side in a fraction of a second. His scarred hand holds a basin to your face, and you ungraciously empty the contents of your stomach. It’s painful and unsightly. You search for something to ground yourself settling for his thick wrist while you sob and dry heave over the container. 

“Hey, it’s okay.” His voice was soft and soothing, but still held confidence. “I am here”.  Soft purrs rumbled from the alpha’s chest, while you retched beside him. Moments later, the alpha placed the basin on the bedside table and brought a damp towel to your face. Gently, he cleaned your face. It wasn’t until the cloth left your skin that your eyes fluttered open settling on the stranger. 

A gorgeous set of gemstone visionaries met your own. Sparkling with warmth and a hint of mischief and slightly covered by forest green strands from his messy undercut. Plush pink lips were pulled a slight smirk, highlighting the trademark dusting of freckles on his nose and cheeks. 

“You’re… You’re— Deku” he finished for you, flashing a close-eyed smile. “And you’re (Y/N) (L/N), recessive omega, correct?” 

You blinked. “I- yes … How did you—

“Well, you dropped your purse during the attack, and I got your name from your ID card. As for your second gender, sweetheart a beta would smell you even with all the suppressants they have you on. What happened to your blockers?”

An inexplicable feeling of shame was brought on by his furrowed brow and sudden condescending tone.

“I didn’t take them this morning… I forgot”, you tried to look anywhere but his face. You could feel the disapproval in his stare.

The alpha shook his head and frowned.

“That was extremely reckless. An unmarked omega with a scent as strong as yours should never leave the house without some form of suppressant.” He paused, leaning forward to sniff your hair. “Do you not have a partner or anyone to check on you?” 

 Your face felt extremely hot as you shook your head “no”.

“I see...” he continued with a smirk, “Do I need to inform the nurse that you lack a babysitter?” 

“A b-babysitter!?!? I don’t need a—I’m not a baby!” you sputtered, gaping at the large man. He brought a finger to your chin and closed your mouth, earning a cute squeak at the contact. “Oh? But big girls wouldn’t forget to take their blockers, especially if they’re going to be out so late. Do you understand what could’ve happened if I wasn’t patrolling the area?”

“Yes but—

“So, you knew better but still didn’t do better. That doesn’t sound like an adult thing to do.” He cooed; lips upturned to mimic your pout.

“No!” you snapped, ignoring the Pro-Hero’s raised brow. “That’s not it! I never usually forget, it was just a busy morning and I live close to my job, so I didn’t think it be a big deal but then my boss kept asking me to stay and it got later and later, and—

“So, what you’re telling me is that you’re not only forgetful but a pushover as well?” He stated matter-of-factly.

“Wha— y-you’re mean”

 Izuku wouldn’t admit it, but he loved the way your bottom lip trembled and your eyes watered due to his words. You looked like a defiant child. Absolutely helpless and in need of a caretaker. A hero. 

“I’m sorry, love. I didn’t mean to hurt your little feelings, but it’s my job as a hero to make sure that people are safe. Don’t you not want me to do my job?”

More guilt. Here was the number 1 hero trying to ensure your safety, but you were acting like a little brat. Maybe you aren’t a “big girl”.

“m’sorry” your voice was small, but he obviously heard you, humming for you to continue. “I didn’t mean to sound rude. It’s just that I have really bad luck and it’s frustrating that I always get in these positions. Thank you for saving me though, Mr. Deku”.

That’s interesting, he thought, hoping you’d elaborate on what you meant by “bad luck” but when you didn’t continue, he just smiled.

“Just doing my job!”.

A few weeks have passed, and things progressed normally. Izuku found himself thinking of you from time to time but it’s fleeting. He’ll catch himself visualizing those pouty lips upturned into a frown as he scolded you and sometimes, he imagined your deliciously sweet scent. Like right now, as he patrolled the streets his senses were suddenly flooded with your delicate saccharine aroma. It was a welcomed distraction from the repetition of his route since things had been slow today. His inner alpha grew restless from the blossoming scent that seemed to get stronger and stronger.

The observant hero scanned the area but saw no immediate signs of you. It wasn’t until he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply that he realized that you were two streets over in the college district, so he started to head in your direction. Your scent wasn’t as potent as it was during your first encounter, a sign that you’d remembered your blockers, but it would be impossible for him to miss since it was embedded in his mind. 

Turning the corner, he saw you frantically running up the sidewalk towards one of the university buildings. A report folder was clutched in your fingers with your bag propped haphazardly on your shoulder. It was apparent that you were a student and running late. You babbled frantically into the phone that was balanced between your ear and shoulder, so engrossed in the conversation that you didn’t notice a speeding car until it was blaring its horn after you walked into the streets without looking. You stared at the vehicle like a deer in headlights, unable to do anything but accept your doom. But then electricity crackled in the air, and you were whirled to the safety of the university stairs. 

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this”, the hero smirked down at you. It was comical watching the little gears turning in your head realizing that Deku had saved your life yet again. There wasn’t much time to admire him in the hospital but right now you were close enough to count each freckle in the diamond formation on his cheeks. He was so handsome. And it felt so good in his arms. So safe. 

“I— You were interrupted by the ringing of your phone. “Shit!” you cursed, pushing off the hero and running towards the doors. “Thanks, Mr. Deku!

“And then there was one” Deku muttered, slightly pissed at your rudeness. This was the second time he’d saved your life. Where was your gratitude? Entitled brat, he thought. What he wouldn’t give for a chance to correct your behavior. 

A week later, incognito Deku was heading out to enjoy the day. It was his first off day in weeks, and he decided to treat himself to a nice meal. He decided on a western style café/bakery that Kirishima had recommended a few weeks ago. Upon entering, he was immediately met with your confectionary scent. Izuku remembered that you worked at a restaurant and since you weren’t Japanese, he assumed that this was your place of employment. 

Izuku approached the dining counter, waiting to be served, and was pleasantly surprised when you came from the back to take his order. 

“Welcome! What can I get started for you today?” you chirped sweetly. 

“Hmm—a proper thanks would be nice”. You stilled at the familiarity of the voice, squinting at the unknown patron. Izuku pulled his mask down revealing his familiar array of freckles and pretty plump lips. “Its you” you smiled, leaning forward with your elbows against the counter. The action presented your exposed cleavage nicely and Izuku found himself licking his lips. “It’s me” he rasped, eyes traveling between your chest and face. 

The action did not go unnoticed, but you chose not to comment. Probably just a coincidence, you naively thought.

“Well, thanks for saving my life twice, Mr. Deku” you whispered his hero name with a coy smile playing on your glossy lips. It sounded so sweet.  “It was my pleasure, (y/n)” he whispered your name in a similar fashion while taking your hand in his larger one and running his thumb over your wrist, and you visibly shivered at the contact.

“s-so” you stammered, pulling your hand to wipe against your apron, “what would you like?” 

You he wanted to say but you were already flustered. He hummed and tapped his cheek, “I have a taste for something sweet.” His eyes dipped back to your cleavage, and he licked his lips. “Any suggestions?”

Now you definitely weren’t imagining that. 

“U-um well, w-we have lots of desserts, l bake some of them”.

 That piqued his interest. 

“Oh?” he asked, and you nodded. “Mmhmm, it’s a hobby of mines and my boss lets me try out different recipes. Today’s special is Strawberry Rhubarb pie but with a twist!” you declared proudly. “A twist you say?” he mused, leaning over the counter and reveling in your giddiness. You leaned forward and put your lips close to his ear, covering your mouth with your hand. “I add a sprig of mint for freshness” you whisper, tickling the shell of his ear. “It’s my secret ingredient”.

Fuck you were adorable. All excited like a child presenting a new skill to their parent. It took a lot of willpower to stop his cock from straining against his jeans, but he managed. 

Deku leaned back with a smirk, “Well then, it’s settled. I’m gonna have a taste of your little pie”.

Three slices of pie and a pitcher of coffee later Deku had learned that you were an international student at the university’s business school and had dreams of owning a restaurant one day. You’d also disclosed that you didn’t really enjoy your job, but you didn’t have any financial support. Pretty much helpless and alone, forced to work a crappy job so you wouldn’t get kicked out of your even crappier apartment. On a lighter note, you told him some of the things that you were into, and he found that you two had a lot of common interests. It was a pleasant surprise that you were a bit of a “fan girl” and he happened to be your favorite. 

“Like it’s just my luck that I meet my all-time favorite person while I’m moments away from death”.

Midoriya frowned when you told him of all the different mishaps you’d gotten into the past few weeks. He counted 23 times that could’ve resulted in serious bodily injury or worse. The alpha wanted to just put you in a little bubble and keep you safe from yourself. 

“Have you ever thought about— oh shit”! 

Somehow, you’d managed to trip over air and spilled the pitcher of coffee on his hand as you were going for a refill. 

“Oh! Ohmygodimsosorry!” You scrambled to wipe his hands clean but ended up spilling more on his pants. The situation was quickly becoming a spectacle, customers snickering, and passersby pointed through the windows. You were so embarrassed and could feel yourself unraveling. 

The kitchen door slammed open and out walked your supervisor. He was fuming. Throwing out a string of curses before his eyes even landed on you. Tears welled in your eyes as you braced yourself for the routine berating that you’d get every time you messed up during your shift.

“You useless fucking omega!” He seethed, “Can’t do anything right. What are you good for besides laying on your back?”

Midoriya was furious and was itching to use black whip and yank out his weak beta fangs one by one, but he noticed the change in your scent and saw the way your body shook in fear and shame. He was on you in an instant. Pulling you against his chest and releasing calming pheromones. His hood came off in the process making the crowd gasp when they saw his green curls.

Long story short— he broke your ex-supervisor’s hand, told him you quit, and carried you bridal style all the way to his home. He explained that you would never be setting foot in that place again and that he’d be taking care of you from now own. When you tried to protest between sniffles, he just shushed you and pressed your face closer to his chest. 

You were now sitting in the bathtub while Deku rinsed conditioner from your freshly detangled hair. Izuku kneeled behind the tub with his chin resting on your shoulder. He was content. Humming softly as the pads of his fingers traced your skin. Neither of you spoke. His hands felt so good on your skin—it was easy to just “let go” like he suggested when he first undressed you. Your heavy eyes had shut at some point but fluttered open when his hand ventured down to part your thighs.

Izuku nuzzled against your neck just as his fingers slipped through your sticky folds to circle your clit. Soft kisses pressed against your skin left a burning trail down to your scent glands. His tongue rolled against the flesh eliciting needy whimpers and whines. You bared your neck—encouraging his musings, gasping when sharp fangs began to prick your skin. The hero chuckled darkly loving the way you melted for him. So pliant. So perfect. 

“Being so good for me right. So good. Spread those legs a little more, that’s right. So pretty” He cooed sweetly, “Love takin’ care of you like this. You like it too, don’t you baby?” A particularly lewd moan was the only response you could muster given the fact that he’d just slipped a thick digit in your needy hole. “ ‘course y’do, bunny. ooo—you got so t-tight just then. Wanna be my little bunny?” Izuku suckled at your glands sending your omega into a frenzy. She was screaming, crying, desperate for him. You wanted him so bad that you could taste it. “Please ‘zuku. Wan’ it back. Need it, Alpha” you hiccuped, grinding your cunt against the heel of his hand. “Want it all. Wanna cum. Wan’ your cock. Wanna be yours, mark me please al-ahhh~~

Sharp fangs pierced your skin immediately sending you over the edge. Izuku suckled at the mark, prolonging your climax. Your body eventually settled in the pink tinged water, exhausted. Your eyes fluttered shut but you felt something hard prodding at your lips.

“Say ahh, bunny”.

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Other woman pt.3

"You said it'll be ready in 30 minutes?" Reiterating what was previous said as his concentration was focused on scrolling through his Twitter feed.

"Yes,sir! May I have a name for the order?" The waitress on the other line had asked.

"its for suna rintarou. Uhuh,yeah.thanks." the loud beeps of the phone plays in his ear and he sighs and walks to get his hoodie.

Walking back afterwards to kitchen while Passing by a dirty pile of dishes in the sink only to open up an empty fridge despite a few bottles of alcohol and one or two waters scattered on different levels of the shelves.

He twisted the cap off chugging the water like a man quenched with thirst in a dry desert. The cold splash of the water hits inside his stomach making it grumble.

The feeling makes him reminisce of what he had given up. A Table full of warmly made food despite Ria's busy schedule giving him a kiss on the lips as she sits across from him and they talk and joke about their day. Now it sits in the dark with blanket of dust on it and empty with just two chairs that are never sat on anymore.

He taps the tips of his shoes on the ground to get his heel in. It's something use always did and it became a habit for him after spending time with you so long.

That's what these days for him consisted of now. mostly training. Think of you both. Home.think of you both. takeout. Think of you both. Sleep. Dreaming of you both. Repeat. After Ria had walked out he never heard from her again until he got divorce papers served a month after the ordeal. In a state of anger he had called your number and left an angry voicemail he wish he hadn't. He knows you didn't mean to be a homewrecker. You were kept in the dark as he wanted just like everyone else. The twins always just wrote it off as suna being suna. Just like he wanted. But in that moment he couldn't stop himself from his unreasonable. He was blaming you. Eventhough it was himself he hated more for losing the woman that stuck by him. The words he had spoken to were meant to hurt you in the moment and from the punch Atsumu had laid on him he could tell it accomplished what he wanted it to do.

Atsumu and him got suspended by the coach for a few days after that. Suna spent it mostly trying to reason with Ria who had blocked his number after the first 10 calls back to back. He spent it mostly blaming you for thay unpredictable call but the feeling becoming fruitless as his conscious takes over his reasoning.’

He had listened to the voicemail again a few days later and cringed at the harsh tone of speech he had used. Regretting what was said,he never attempted to talk to you to apologize a part of him still placing all blame on you.

He shakes his mind from his thoughts as he pulls into a parking space. This is one of the places he had planned to take you to a week before everything happened.

It was fairly busy but not as it usually was. He had walked to the hostess desk and asked for his order.

“It’ll be ready for another…10 minutes give or take.” She said and he nodded as a response. He could see her lips purse together as she wants to say something. The pen in her hand fidgets towards him and he puts it together.

“Do you want an autograph?” He asked and the blush takes over her face.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be a bother. You’re just like my dad’s #1. We watch your every game.” Suna slips the pen from her grasp and one of the spare napkins on the side of the cash register. He smoothly writes his names on it and hands it back to her.

“Thank you.” She scatters off to get his food before he could even give a response to her. Laying on a near by wall he goes back to his focus on his phone texting a few people and reading articles that contained his name name. By coincidence an article written about some famous basketball team was in there and as he read it through it he couldn’t help but admire the pictures that were taken. He couldn’t hold back his shock seeing your name as the hold the place of photographer.

Come to think of it ,he never asked what you did for work. He never asked about much about you to be fair. He didn’t really want to know about your life long as you stayed pretty and by his side when he wanted you to be.

You were so different than Ria so naive and easy to manipulate. Just a simple girl from the country side that he could tell a few sweet nothings too and she would forget anything.

His head shoots up from his phone when he catches what he makes out to be your laughter over the tables of people conversing.

Searching the crowd to see if it was just his mind playing with him only to spot you in a simple purple dress.

You were on your phone while the seat in front of you was empty. He saw it as an opportunity to walk over.

“Yes, you have to go to bed. It’s almost 11 be glad you guys stayed up THAT long.” He over hears you.

Coming to a full stop in front of you he takes all of you. Your face slightly fuller from before while your body is more chubbier than before. The dress is doing nothing more than complementing your newly given figure. Your make up adding to the beauty of your face makes it to were he can’t take his eyes of you.

Feeling his burning stare on your person. You meet his eyes and you’re both stuck in a staring contest for a minute before you purse your lips together and scowl as you silently talk into the phone.

Not seeming to get the hint he comes to sit in the empty chair.

You scoff at his audacity, “excuse me? Someone is sitting there.”

“I don’t see anyone. Besides I just want to talk with you.” He reasons and you place your phone face down lift and quirk an eyebrow up.

“Well sorry if I don’t want to talk to someone who had a whole marriage going on when he started to date me! How do you just keep hat a secret from everyone? I thought Atsumu and osamu were yer best friends? I should kick yer ass for hurting them.“ talking as if he cheated on them and not you.

“i just wanted it to be a secret. I didnt need the paparazzi on my ass about every little outing i had with ria.“ suna says as if it was a logically reson.

“no your ass just wanted to cheat in secret without the world knowing how big of an asshole you were.“ spitting back and he held up his hands in defense.

“listen, im just trying to talk. Its been 2 years an-“

“and last time i checked you said all you wanted 2 years ago over a voicemail. Let me try to remember those words exactly. Hmmm,“ you pretend to think for a moment before snapping,“ wasn't along the lines of ' you ruined my fucking marriage. I wish i never met you and you were nothing more than a easy lay that would come running whenever i called.’ that was word for word ,right?“ tucking your hands under your chin waiting for him to confirm it and he hangs his head in shame.

He got drunk two weeks after the divorced finalized and went on a stupar taking his anger out on you the ghost feeling of the punch that he was left with had risen.

“I wanted to apologize. I just couldn’t find the right words.”

“Right words? There are no right words for what you fucking told me. ‘An easy lay who came running when you called’ that’s all I was too you. My love meant nothing. what I thought we shared meant truly jack to you,” he could see the whites of your eyes turn a ting red and you dab the water lines of your eyes so it didn’t ruin your eyeliner, “do you even know what I went through? The stress you had put me under when when I was still carrying my babies. I was hospitalized for two months or I could’ve lost them but you didn’t care. You only cared about blaming your mistake on others.”

“Babies? You had multiple?” He slumped down in his chair

“two of the most beautiful girls.“

Silence ovee took the table and suddenly the lights of the restutrant turned off and workers came out with candles lighting the place some placing one on random peoples table and the rest coming towards you.

placing three candles around the table while the rest of the workers go into a form a line letting the waiter that was serving you that evening through with a cake.

Shaped into a heart with the words ,“ will you marry me?“ on it with a ring box sitting open to show a diamond ring.

You sputter out of embarrsment, “i think you might have the wrong table.“ you laugh the situation off and the lights of the resturant come back on as the diners and workers look around in confusion waiting for someone to speak up.

Heels click in a a quick panic on the ground as a tall woman tries to catch her breathe and composure while coming up to your table, “That was actually meant for me to ask you.“ she smiles sheepishly and folds her arms over one another while looking at the male figure whos gawking at her newly founded presence, “but this is quite the surprise too.”

“Ria?” He says silently.

An//: ʕ •̀ ω •́ ʔ SURPRISE SHAWTY! ria and you make such a cute couple <3 the next part will be the final part to the series. What words are going to be said?

#x chubby reader #x plus size reader #oc x you #oc x y/n #haikyuu x plus size reader #haikyuu x self insert #haikyuu x chubby reader #suna rintaro x you #suna rintaro x reader #suna x y/n #suna x you #suna x reader #suna rintaro x y/n #oc x self insert

[mistresxxx]

Couldn't resist

Ghost x afab reader

This man has been stuck in my head for MONTHS so I had to write. Once again I'm barly getting into writing sumt so please give me a break. This was kinda rushed, I wrote this in about an hour. Nun the less enjoy

Summary: all of task force 141 were having drinks at the base, you got a little to flirty with alejandro.

Warnings ig? - foul language, p in v, rough sex, a drip of praise, ghost just being an asshole. I honestly feel like this man dosent know what calm sex is. He's just aggressive, 18+ minors go away thank you ♡

It just started off as drinks, harmless really. All of task force 141 got done with a mission and thought they'd celebrate with some drinks at the base.

You where not new but had only been apart of 141 for a year. Price walked in with a bottle of vodka "this is apart of my personal collection so you lads should be happy im sharing" he laughed "just pour some shots captain" you smiled back " impaciencia somos ahora?" Alejandro spoke before taking a sip from his beer. You took a shot and looked at him "solo tratando de pasar un buen rato" he leaned in "Sé cómo mostrarte un buen momento hermosa." You smiled "me gustaria eso señor~" you purred. Before you and him could go any further ghost slammed his gun on the table. Which made everyone look over at him "oops" he looked at you.

After that ghost grabbed a bottle of bourbon and went to his room, soup tried shouting "COME ON L.T LIVE ALITTLE" but all that was herd was a slamming door.

The night was calm, soup, gaz and ruddy where playing uno while plastered. Alejandro and price where sitting at the table sipping on there beers going over paper work and you where just watching the three boys act like 5 year Olds. You got tired and decided to go to bed.

The next day was another mission so the boys had to shake the hang overs, which they oddly did well.

Before 141 head out they said goodbye to alejandro and ruddy since they where getting on a plane back to Las Almas. Alejandro went to shake your hand and pulled you in "Quise decir lo que dije princesa" you pulled away wide eyed he smiled at you and started walking away "hasta pronto hermanos" ruddy yelled. You felt a pair of eyes on you, of course they where ghosts. You just walked away.

Price had you and ghost stationed on a building, 2 snipers ready if need be. The rest of the men would infiltrate the building and try to get the drug lord out as peacefully as possible but everyone new that wasn't going to happen.

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"Do you two have eyes on the target?" Price asked. "Yes sir" you and ghost both spoke, "alright good we're going in now, wait for my call. Soap and his team will go in a little while after us, out."

You leaned back looking at ghost who was still staring threw the scope of his sniper. "He said he'd call it you don't need to keep watch" you spoke matter of factly "don't care" ghost sharply stated. You rolled your eyes and asked "what's been with you lately? You slammed your gun down on the table last night when me and alejandro were talking and you stared daggers into me and him early today." He stayed silent, you then got more annoyed at how dry he was acting so you decided to push his buttons. "Ohhh I know what this is about, you don't like we where flirting with eachother?" He still said nothing trying his dambist to just stare down the scope. You pushed further "come on ghost we fucked once. one time. Dosent mean you get to be mad im was flirting with someone else." Nothing said. And futher you pushed "what is it you scared he might fuck me bet-" your words where cut off with a hand aggressively put around your throat. "You need to learn to shut the fuck up." He looked down at you "oh so he dose speak" you chuckled. Which just pissed him off more. "What do you want "y/n" you smiled "for you to fuck me obviously."

Before you could react he had you up against the wall. "We're making this fucking quick. Pants off." He spoke annoyed. "Yes sir" you smiled. You pulled your panties and your pants down to your ankle. he lifted you up on top of a box that was in the room with you to. He slides 2 fingers in "already wet for me? Fucking slut, you wanted this." You grinned your hips "mmhmm maybe I did" you smile "you annoying little shit." You can see him roll his eyes threw the mask before pumping his fingers into you faster. "Ghost we're entering the building you see us?" Soap asks over the coms, you forgot soaps team hadn't gone in yet. Your eyes widening. "ghost how copy" soap questions "you stay fucking quite" his hand that was on your neck moves to click the button to speak "affirmative I see you. Y/n just wouldn't shut up." He chuckles before shoving his fingers as deep as possible into you. You throw your head back and moan before soap can hears, ghost cues off "ha alright I'll let you two know if we need your guys help sit tight. Out" soap says before entering the building. That was the least of ghost worries "copy" after ghost answer he takes his fingers out of your cunt. "Get on your stomach" Ghost commands. You happily do so "good girl~" he spoke, which made you clinch around nothing. all you could hear after that was the sound of his belt unbuckleing and his pants hitting the ground.

He lines himself up and bends over so his mouth is right by your ear " you annoy the shit out of me so I'm gunna fuck you then your gunna shut the fuck up and stop acting like a fucking slut. Got it." You look up at him "yes sir~ please just fuck me" he chuckles "pathetic" he then slams into you, he gives you maybe a minute to adjust before he sets a relentless pace, your head hanging low while you moan in ecstacy. "Yes fuck, oh my go- just like that" you don't know what your saying at this point you just don't want him to stop. He grabs you by the throat and pounds into you more "you voice is so- ah fucking annoying" he is fucking you like he hates you and for some reason it turns you on more.

He's hitting all of the good spots, you feel that knot in your stomach tighten "fuck gho- im gunna uah c-cum" you whine "then play with your clit and cum. I'm not doing all the fucking work." He won't admit it to you but god the way you moan when he fucks you sounds so good but he has to be quick you two are on a mission for fucks sake. It's not long before your cumming, your back arches one hand on the box the other going from your clit to his hand that's on you hips. "Fuck yes oh my God yes" ghost slams into you a few more times before he pulls out and starts to put on his pants.

"Wha but you didn't cum?" You start to fix your hair and pull you panties and underwear back up, he gets closer. "Were on a mission, if im gunna make a mess out of you I'll do it back at the base. You got what you wanted so now I'll get what I want later." You smile and look up "oh so well continue this later?" You ask smugly "sit down and shut up."

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Mission went successful as always and once everyone was back at the base and everyone was in there rooms. You where at your desk doing paper work when your phone dinged, you looked over at it when it read *message from L.T*

"Time to hold up your end of the deal princess"

#cod mw2 #mw2 smut #mw2 fanfic #mw2 ghost #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley smut #simon riley smut #smut.

[mindswriters]

stuck with me - eddie munson

summary: there's no way you're leaving eddie alone, not even when he's accused of murder and you're about to face monsters from another world.

pairing: eddie munson × female!reader (almost gn except for using the word girlfriend one single time)

warnings: established relationship but not public to everyone, you also didn't know about the upside down before (joined the gang when they were looking for eddie), half of it is basically a rewrite of s04e03 so yes, it has spoilers, probably typos and maybe grammar errors, suggestiveness towards the end but far from actual smut, curse words and I think that's it.

word count: 2.5k

a/n: another eddie fic because, well, i'm obsessed. wrote it last night while i should be studying for the test i'll have in a couple minutes, so please be kind and leave your note to supress my lack of intelligence and interest in physics! hope y'all like it!

“Delivery service!” opening the door, you and Dustin sing song with a smile, showing the amount of bags in your hands to a startled and breathy version of Eddie.

“Jesus H Christ, you scared the shit out of me, you pricks.” he says dropping his broken glass bottle and coming up to greet you.

“Hello for you too, my outlaw boyfriend!” you joke before giving a quick peck on his lips, hands too busy with bags to give him a proper hug.

“No funny in that but yes, hi, baby. What’s all this?” Eddie says peeking through the bags Robin and Steve had already dropped on the table.

“Junk food and beers.” Robin says in a breath, leaning against the door.

“That and a lot of unnecessary things that Y/n made us grab too.” Steve complains rolling his eyes to you, who was organizing your own things in a corner.

“Toilet paper is needed, Steve.” Max mumbles, taking a seat in an old cooler box that was around.

“Yes, it is. But mixtapes, D&D magazines, and super-secret polaroids are not.” now leaning against one of the walls, Steve keeps muttering.

“What? You brought my D&D magazines? And our super-secret polaroids?” Eddie stops his search for food around the bags to at once look at you.

“Yes, I did. God knows how much time you’re gonna be stuck here.” you smirk dropping your backpack carefully in the ground, going towards the boat to take a seat for you.

“Shit, when did you get them?” he asks excitedly, grabbing a Yoo-hoo bottle and a box of Honeycomb, before joining you in the boat.

“Probably when she made us wait a full round of 15 minutes outside her house, which wasn’t even in the same direction as the supermarket.” Dustin said arching his eyebrows in your direction, earning a roll of your eyes.

“Would you guys just stop complaining?” Max scoffs to the boys.

“Yeah, we have important stuff to talk about here.” Robin completes and you thank them with your eyes, because you knew that Eddie was about to ask why you made them stop by your house.

“Thanks, girls.” you murmur while forcing a smile to Steve and Dustin.

“Okay, hit me then, what you’ve got?” Eddie shrugs saying for them to continue.

“So, we got, uh, some good news and some bad news. How do you prefer it?” Dustin asks carefully.

“Bad news first, always.” Ed responds with his mouth full from eating desperately, making you frown to his gross attitude.

“Alright, bad news. We tapped into the Hawkins PD dispatch with our Cerebro, and they’re definitely looking for you. Also, they’re, uh, pretty convinced that you killed Chrissy.” Dustin explains, Eddie’s eyes almost popping out of his head.

“Like, 100% kind of convinced.” Max completes twitching her eyebrows.

“Which makes 0% kind of sense.” you add your own opinion, even though it’s not necessary since Eddie knows that you guys believe him.

“And the good news?” Ed asks, wondering if you could really bring something good at this point.

“Your name hasn't gone public yet. But if we found out about you, it’s only a matter of time before others do too. And once that gets out, everyone and their shadow-minded mother is gonna be gunning for you.” Robin said all at once, being the rational thinker in the situation.

“Hunt the freak, right?” Eddie says with a crack in his voice, due to his anxious trembling lips.

“Exactly.” Robin agrees but offering a concerning smile.

“Shit.” the metal head whispers, making you bring your body closer to his, arms brushing as a small signal of comfort.

“So, before that happens, we need to find Vecna, kill him, and prove your innocence.” Dustin concludes the plan, which sounded easy if told in the voice tone he used.

“That’s all, Dustin, that’s all?” Eddie rhetorically asks, kind of incredulous that the kid was being serious with him.

“Yeah, uhm, that’s pretty much it.” the younger boy confirms shaking his head, supported by Steve who also nodded positively.

“Oh, you guys are being serious. Of course, you’re being serious.” you scoff, thinking about how crazy this plan sounds to you and Eddie.

“Listen, Eddie, I know everything Dustin is saying sounds totally delusional, but we’ve actually been through this kind of thing before.” Robin calmly says, trying to put some hope into you.

“I haven’t.” you state staring between her and Eddie.

“I mean, they have a… a few times, and I… I have once. Mine was more human-flesh-based, theirs was more smoke-related, but bottom line is, collectively, I really feel like we got this.” she finishes with a positive smile. If you and Eddie were cartoon characters, you’d surely have question marks above your heads right now.

“Yes. We usually rely on this girl who has superpowers, but, uh, those went bye-bye, so…” Steve finally says, still searching words to explain what’s on his mind.

“So, we’re technically in more of the…” Robin tries to help him but is not successfully also.

“Kinda…” both of them starts to mumble random words, making it hard for you and Eddie to follow.

“Brainstorming phase.” Max interrupts, catching everyone’s attention.

“Brainstorming.” Steve repeats snaping his fingers at her when she finds the perfect word.

“There’s… there’s nothing to worry about.” Dustin splutters followed by a thumbs up from Steve, making you and Eddie exchange shocked looks. Before you could say or question anything, you were all startled by sirens wailing on the street.

“Shit.” Steve runs quickly to one of the windows.

“Tarp. Tarp. Use the tarp.” Robin says before following Steve, you make quick work in getting out from the boat and helping Eddie hide under the tarp.

You all run towards the small windows of the cabin when the sirens increase, seeing two police cars and an ambulance fast crossing the road in the direction of the woods. Thank God they wouldn’t pay any attention to Rick’s house by the lake, or you’d be screwed.

“Holy shit, what now?” you say running your hands through your hair.

“Follow them. Let’s follow them and find out what happened, it must have a clue for Vecna or something.” Robin says, Steve searching in his pocket for the car keys in the next second.

“Eddie, stay there and keep it cool. We’ll come back as soon as possible.” Dustin says when leaving the cabin with the others.

You were about to follow them when it passes through your head, what if we don’t come back? The thought alone making you stop in your tracks and look above your shoulder, seeing how Eddie tried to peek discretely from under the tarp. With everything that happened on the last two days, you couldn’t leave him alone, not again. You just left the night before because you needed to get supplements, and you wouldn’t have asked for Steve to stop by your house if you hadn’t considered the possibility of sticking with Eddie before. His D&D magazines, mixtapes and super-secret polaroids weren’t the only thing you got from your house, but also some clothes and necessary items for you, you just didn’t want to tell it to the group because you knew they would question your risky decision.

“Hey, Dustin!” you yell, running towards the boy and directly grabbing his backpack.

“Come on, Y/n, what are you waiting for?” the boy huffs wondering why you’d stop him in the middle of a hurry.

“Where are your radio-receivers? The Walkie-Talkies?” you ask searching around his things.

“Here, but why do want them now?” he answers opening another compartment and handing you one of his radio-receivers.

“Come on, Y/l/n, we don’t have the whole day!” Steve calls from the car, Max being the only one who waited for you with the door open.

“I’m sticking with him.” you confess to Dustin while closing his backpack.

“You´re what? Y/n, that’s risky, you never dealt with this before, what if-“ the boy starts rambling, but you are quick to shut him down.

“I’m here for him, it makes no sense in leaving. It’s decided, I’m staying.” you say earning a warning look from Dustin “We’ll be ok. Teams, remember? If anything, we’ll call for you.” you offer an assuring smile.

“Shit, okay. Just be careful, and don’t do anything stupid.” the boy warns with a sigh before running alone towards the car.

“Good luck.” you wave your receiver in the air when you notice the confused faces from Robin, Steve and Max.

Besides understanding your message, they still hesitated for a second before listening to Dustin and starting the car, leaving you behind. Taking a deep breath, you watched the car slowly disappear within the road, already taking backward steps to come back into the cabin. When you turned in your feet to face it, you saw the tarp in the exact same position it was when you left, saying that Eddie was still there, sighing, you closed the metal door carefully, trying to make less noise possible and not startle him.

“You can uncover now. It’s clear.” you say approaching the boat again, and Eddie was fast to get up when he heard your voice.

“Y/n? What the fuck are you still doing here?” you can feel how worried he is by the mix between his tone and face expression.

“Uh, they thought it was better for one of us to stay?” you answer but in a doubting tone, you know Eddie, he’s stubborn and overprotective when it comes to you doing things because of him.

“Don’t bullshit me, I heard Steve calling for you.” he gave you a serious stare, making your eyes involuntary switch to the ground “Come on, baby, it’s fucking dangerous for you to stay here. The police are looking for me, and soon the whole town will be doing so. I’m innocent, yeah, but it’s kinda hard for me to prove it right now, but now you? You have nothing to do with that.”

“Yes, I do.” you firmly say, forcing yourself to look at him after being caught “I’m your girlfriend, best friend, and when we established that we agreed that we were stuck with each other for life. There’s no way I’m not sticking with you.” you protest getting closer to him inside the boat.

“We said that when we weren’t dealing with murders, haunts and supernatural shit.” he scoffs rolling his eyes.

“So what? It doesn’t change anything for me. And don’t act as if you would hesitate to do the same if I was the banished one.” you accidentally let your voice sound a little too irritated, gulping as soon as noticed it.

“Baby, it’s just… I don’t want anything bad to happen with you. If what Robin said about this another world is true, I believe that what I saw happening with Chrissy is just the top of the iceberg. I don’t want you to go through this.” he says looking back at you, his hand hesitantly gripping above your knee.

“I didn’t want you to either.” you shift closer in one motion, grabbing his cold hand in your small one “It’s decided Eddie, I’m not changing my mind. If something bad happens, it’s gonna be to the both of us, but I’m sure that if we stick together, like we always did, we’ll fucking kill it and have freaking amazing stories to tell our grandchildren in the future.” you assure him with teary eyes but also the shadow of a smile.

“Fuck, I love you.” he breaths out after a moment of silence from him just staring right into your eyes “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” he whispered between soft kisses, starting by your hand and tracing all the way up your arm.

“You don’t have to do anything. We’re made for loving each other, remember?” you smile caressing his left cheek with your delicate hand “I love you too, Eddie the Banished.” you softly laugh using the new nickname he gave to himself, before kissing him romantically.

“Hm, you know what?” he murmurs against your lips as soon as the kiss starts to become more passionate.

“Uh oh, here it comes. What is it, Eds?” you asked already knowing that he had something not so usual in his mind.

“I guess I won’t need those polaroids anymore, uh? Now that I have you here with me.” he smirks, while putting a strand of hair out of your face.

“For God’s sake, Edward!” you laugh playfully shoving his shoulder and calling him by his name “You really telling me that, even in the actual scenario, the first thing that comes to your mind is our carnal deeds, Munson?” you point around the cabin and the boat you’re in, arching one of your eyebrows when staring at your boyfriend.

“Hey, don’t shame me for that, Y/l/n. Or you’re gonna tell me that you weren’t thinking about our carnal deeds when you brought the blessed polaroids to me, uh?” he said cocking his eyebrows, his tongue lightly smothering his lips when he noticed you had nothing to say against him “Ha! See, I’m right. You dirty little thing.” he claps his palms startling you, but immediately jumping in your direction to cover you in ticklish kisses.

“Okay, okay, I surrender! Maybe I was, but it was me trying to help you!” you laugh defending yourself, trying not to fall out of the boat.

“Yeah, you can help me now, you know, up close and personal…” he whispers moving his messy kisses to your neck.

“Hold on there, Casanova.” you smile carefully stopping him “I’m not sure if I feel like doing it under a tarp at Reefer Rick’s dirty cabin.” you chuckle.

“Yep, kinda nasty, I’m sorry.” He grits his teeth, kissing your hand as an apology.

“It’s okay.” you smile widely back at him “Actually, I’m kinda hungry, and I bought noodles, cheese and bacon… So, how about we get to the house, put our mixtapes for good use and cook ourselves a decent meal, huh?” you suggest grinning.

“What if someone sees or hears us?” he gives you puppy eyes.

“They won’t. We can always keep the house closed, and I’m almost sure that Reefer Rick would totally listen to the same records as us.” you say while getting up from the boat.

“Maybe you do have a point.” he shrugs, grabbing his jacket from under him.

“Plus, up there he probably has a bed, or even a couch, which is much more comfortable than a boat and a tarp.” you smirk reaching your hand out for him.

“Hell yeah, they’re definitely hearing us.” he matches your expression before grabbing your fingers and getting up to follow you.

Deep down, you know that this is short-term joy, a way you easily found to forget about all the shit that’s happening to you both right now. But that’s why you’re here, to help Eddie unwind at the same time you keep growing this everlasting love for each other, because honestly, it doesn't matter if the world is ending out there, as long as you and Eddie are together, you’ll always be happy.

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #stranger things #st4 #stranger things imagine #eddie munson smut #joseph quinn

[minhosimthings]

Hold Me Without Hurting Me

Chapter 2: Germanium and Gin

A/N: In which an old friend fills your life with flowers again, along a bumpy sided road.

Pairings: Ceo!Jay × Ceo!fem!reader, includes rest of Enhypen and certain other groups

Warnings: angst-fluff, hurt/comfort, friends to enemies to fake dating to enemies to lovers, Mentions of food and alcohol, swearing, nothing much but it's a bumpy story.

Story prompt: If I had a flower for every time I fell in love with you, I would walk in my garden forever. (This story is based on the language of flowers.)

A/N: second part y'all there ya go have her all to yourself. Im feeling kinda DEMOTIVATED by I still wrote it cause hot girl thangs. (It's actually depressed girl things but whatever) I'm currently writing both the third chapter and fourth chapter and once I finish both of them I'll post the third one. Cool bye love y'all.

SERIES MASTERLIST

"Hey Y/N." You had never expected the evening to go like this. Most of the times whenever you attended things like these, your words would be completely ignored and undermined by your fellow heads of companies, because apparently a woman has no right to power. But this time, they actually listened, hanging on to each word you said, like a child handing onto her teddy bear. And now here you were, alone in the meeting room, with Jay sitting opposite you. Everyone else had gone already and you had told Jungwon to go and sort out the paperwork with Heeseung, whom you had successfully joined businesses with.

"Mr Park there must be a reason as to why you asked me to stay back so please spit it out." Jay looked at you with a sad smile. His mind was swirling around and he couldn't wrap it around his brain that his best friend was currently sitting in front of him.

"Y/N, stop calling me that." He said, to which you scoffed. "Why? Isn't that your name." He glared at you and you glared back. If he was going to act like he hadn't left your heart broken, then so be it. "Y/N why are you acting like this?" You rolled your eyes and got up from your seat, swiftly moving towards the vases stuck to the walls. You plucked out some of the flowers, arranged them and threw them into Jay's lap. Germanium, Hydrangeas and Yellow Carnations. "Figure it out Jay. Just fucking figure it out." You left the room, leaving Jay speechless and slightly heartbroken.

"Ma'am? You really shouldn't drink that much." You were sitting in the bar along with Jungwon, who seemed very concerned. "Jungwon, what's the meaning of life?" You asked him, to which he silently took your glass away from you. "Ma'am we really shoul-" "WHAT IS LOVE?" you shouted out, startling the few people at the bar. Jungwon sighed heavily and hid his face behind his hands. "Is she ok?" A man crept up behind Jungwon. "I honestly don't know- Mr Park!" Jay was standing behind Jungwon, hands in his pocket and a bouquet in his hand. He looked over at you, slumping your head over the bar table and smiled. "I assume you are her assistant? Well would you allow me to take her up to her room? Suite 186 I believe?" Jungwon stood shocked with his mouth open and could do nothing but nod at Jay, who had already went over to you, putting his hand over your shoulder. "Y/N? My yarrow? Come on we have to go now. You're too drunk." "Jay?" You gasped and clapped your hands, "JAY! I MISSED YOU WHEN DID YOU COME HERE?"Jay chuckled at your behaviour and grabbed you by the waist. "Come on my yarrow. Let's go. Jungwon wasn't it?' he turned to a blushing Jungwon, "Could you come up later and give her this bouquet in the morning? Oh and give her basil water when she wakes up. It usually gets her out of her hangovers." Jungwon stuttered a yes and took the bouquet, turning back to the bar while Jay gently guided you to the elevator.

"Y/N? Hey. Hey woah!" Jay caught you before you fell to your knees. "Jay-" you whispered, letting the alcohol get to your system. "Yeah I'm here. I'm here." Jay whispered back, gently lifting you up and letting you support yourself on his shoulder.

Jay's heartbeat increased at an alarming rate as he gently put you on your bed. You looked so pretty, he thought, more prettier than you looked when he had left and as he brushed your hair out of your face, he felt a pang of regret hitting him. Of course you would give germanium and yellow carnations. You hated him with every cell of your body and you wanted him to know that. "Don't remember any of this in the morning alright my yarrow?" Jay gently kissed your forehead and left, gently closing the door behind you, leaving you in troubled sleep.

"Jungwon what the fuck." You breathed out. You were sitting in the living room with Jungwon whose eyes were on the verge of tears. "Ma'am he told me to give these to you. Mr Park." "Oh my fucking god." You slumped onto the sofa. This was definetly not how you were expecting your Friday morning to go. In your mind, you would have been cheerfully sipping a margarita along with Jungwon, and going to cat cafes. But the universe never really bent to your will, so here you were with a baby blue bouquet of pink carnations and forget-me-nots wrapped in a silk bow.

"Jungwon do we have another meeting tonight?" You put your hand up to your head, running your fingers through your hair, and untangling all the knots made in it, due to you sleeping with unmade hair last night. Jungwon checked his phone, quickly tapping his fingers against the glass. "Uh no ma'am. But-" he looked up at you sympathetically, "Mr Park has requested a meeting with you. Privately." You groaned as you picked up the coffee cup in front of you and sipped it. Well atleast something was bringing you comfort right now. "Oh and Ma'am, he has another request." Jungwon said, his face filled with worry. "Just spit it out Jungwon, I'm already dead." "He wants you to bring him flowers."

You adjusted the collar of your coat as you made your way up to the bar. You had met Sunoo and Sunghoon on the way, who seemed to have been catching up after not seeing each other for a long time. They gave you sympathetic smiles as you told them what had happened and advised you to just get it over with. But as you stood in the elevator, with a bouquet in your hand, you had the feeling in your stomach that this was definetly not going to get over quickly.

You stepped out the elevator and entered the bear to find hundreds of men and women sitting and drinking merrily. The smell of whiskey and lime juice hit your nose as your eyes searched for Jay. You spotted him sitting near the bartender in what seemed to be the center of the bar. He was wearing a blue polo shirt with white pants which tightly fit his legs. You bit your lip, to remind yourself that you are supposed to be angry at him.

"Jay." You swiftly sat down beside him. He raised his eyes from his glass to look at you and smiled gently. "You actually came?" He chuckled and called for the bartender. "Yes I did because I assumed you wanted to talk buisness." You stated, "I'll have a Gin and Tonic please, no ice with a bowl of cherries on the side." You said to the bartender, who quickly disappeared to get your drink. "You've changed you know that?" Jay's eyes averted to you again, as he sipped his drink. Whiskey, you assumed, judging from the strong scent coming from the crystal glass. "Well was I not supposed to?", you scoffed, "Was I supposed to remain the same girl that I had been seventeen years ago?"

Jay's eyes faltered for a moment, before he cleared his throat and looked at you firmly again. "I want you to collaborate with my company." You choked on the cherry you were eating as you heard his words. Jay patted your back a few times and as you stopped coughing, you turned your face up to see him smirking. "Do I fluster you that bad, my yarrow?" "Don't you fucking call me that." You slammed your hand on the bar, catching the attention of some of the people around you, "Give me one reason as to why I should collaborate with you." Jay smirked again and took a sip of his whiskey, calling for another glass, this time, on the rocks. "Because my yarrow-" he leaned forward, "You're collaborating with Heeseung anyways. And his company is sponsored by mine. So why not just directly do buisness with me?" He took one of your cherries and ate it, showing off his jawline in the process, "It's much more efficient Y/N."

You gritted your teeth in order not to get angry. But before you could bite back-

"Is this man bothering you pretty?" You felt someone's hand touch your back. Naturally you flinched at the touch and looked back to see one of the pig headed men at the meeting. An ugly personality, you thought, both inside and out. He was definitely not less than forty eight. "Um- no. We are just-discussing." You told the man, turning back to Jay, who looked like he couldn't care less about what was happening. "Why darling?" The pig man chuckled and lowered his hand down to your waist, "Tell me if he's bothering you. I can get you out of here. Got a lot of dough you know?" "Thank you, but I am ok." You stated, trying to keep your demeanor calm, "Could you please not touch me?" The man obnoxiously laughed again and only lowered his hand further, making you shout 'Hey!'. "Oh come one don't play hard to get. You little whor-" He didn't get the opportunity to finish his sentence however, as Jay got up from his seat abruptly and held the man by his collar, holding him against the bar. All the attention of the room was on you now.

"Perhaps I should phrase it better for you." Jay growled, gritting his teeth tightly, "You. Won't. Lay. A. Fucking. Finger. On. Her." He let go of the pig man, who fumbled with his words for a bit, before quickly scantering off towards the exit stairs. Jay turned to you after everyone stopped looking at both of you, and instead of seeing a thankful face like the one he was expecting, he saw one of anger.

"I could have handled that myself Jay. Why the fuck did you have to cause a scene?" Jay raised his eyebrows at your words. "Not even a fucking thank you for that? Wow you really did change." You scoffed at the words coming out of his mouth. You picked up the bouquet you bought and threw it at him. "There you go." Your words were laced with sweet venom, "Take the fucking bouquet you asked for. And don't you talk to me again, except for in the meetings got it?" You finished your glass of cold gin quickly, and went away, biting your tongue as you got into the elevator. Columbine, daisy, hydrangea and orange lily, Jay counted as he looked at the bouquet properly. A rather ugly combination, he thought, not in physicality but in the meaning. He looked down at his whiskey, and swirled it, gulping it down in one swift motion before heading out the bar, a plan formed in his mind.

#jay #enha jay #enhypen park jay #park jay #enhypen park jongseong #jay fics #jay fic #enhypen fic #enha fic #jay fluff #jay angst #park jay angst #enhypen #park jay fluff #jay series #friends to lovers #jay friends to lovers #jay × reader #bye bye now

[sarahsmi13s]

Picture Perfect Tattoos

(not my gif)

pairing: bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw x tattoo artist!reader

characters: bradley bradshaw, the dagger squad, mickey ‘fanboy’ garica, jake ‘hangman’ seresin, goose and carole bradshaw (mentioned)

warnings: fem!reader, language, canon character deaths (carole and goose), reader’s mother was a marine, parental death, memorial tattoos, if i missed any i apologize

word count: only ~8.5k (i thought it was higher than that but i still apologize)

quick summary: bradley had always wanted something to memoralize his father, but he could never come up with anything he liked. until he meets you, a local artist that can relate to him on a level not many people can.

*********

Rooster had always thought of getting a tattoo in remembrance of his father. But he just didn’t know what to get.

He had gotten one for his mom when she had passed. The one for her was easy, her handwriting. “You got this! Love, Mom” was tattooed on his wrist. It was a copy of a sticky note she had put in his baseball bag for an away game she couldn’t make it to. He pitched his best game that night and has held onto the note ever since.

But for Goose? He wouldn’t know where to start. He could get so many things. He just didn’t know what would really show him who his dad was.

Rooster had always felt like if he wanted a tattoo, he needed to have it planned out and ready. He hated feeling unprepared.

“Why don’t you just get a goose tattooed on you?” Hangman suggested casually as he sipped his beer. Everyone else at the table looked at him with wide eyes before looking at Rooster. “You know, he’d actually find that really funny.” The other pilots relaxed, they weren’t sure what grounds the two were on considering the last time Hangman had the balls to talk about Rooster’s father nearly got them both kicked off the mission.

Rooster shook his head, and rubbed his nose as he sat up, “But seriously, I want something that really represents who he was. Or at least who he was to me.” He brandished his wrist to the group, “Like this. My mom wrote me a note and stuck it in my baseball bag. I pitched my best game that night, so I kept it with me. I still have it. But paper only lasts so long, I wanted it in the sky with me but I was too afraid I’d lose it if anything happened.” The group nodded, small smiles on their faces.

Bradley had always been a private person. Sure he was outgoing and could bring life to a party if he needed to, but he didn’t get close to people. So him sharing that little detail about his life showed them that he was letting down his walls.

Fanboy spoke up, “Why don’t you just get a consultation?” He said it like it was the most obvious option. Phoenix nodded, “Yeah, that’s actually a really good idea!” Rooster’s brow furrowed, “A consultation?” Fanboy nodded and sat up a little more, “Yeah, I mean, you know what a consultation is, right?” “Of course I know what a consultation is, Garcia. But they do those for tattoos?” 

The WSO laughed, “Yes! I actually went to one the other day and the artist was really cool, she nerded out with me over some things and it went really well. She had a few designs drawn up the next day and I go back to her on Saturday. I could give you her card if you want?” He was already reaching for his wallet, but Rooster held out a hand. “Give me a day or two to think about it and I’ll get back to you.” Fanboy nodded and got up to pull Fritz, Bob, and Omaha into a game of pool.

Everyone got up and went off to do their own thing, leaving Rooster to sit and observe.

He lifted his bottle to his mouth, finding it empty. He pushed himself up and walked to the bar to get himself another.

When he gets to the bar, the bell rings. He smiles and claps his hands, scanning the crowd for the poor soul that broke a rule. He spotted someone laughing with their phone in the air, bingo.

“What can I get you, Rooster?” Penny asked, leaning against the bar. “Just my usual, please.” She patted the bar, and was off to get his drink. Rooster turned and leaned against the bar, just watching the crowd but avoiding looking at his fellow pilots so he didn’t have to bring them a round.

His eyes landed on the back widows, watching the families on the beaches packing up as the sun began to set behind the water. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted a girl on a table out back.

There was nothing really special about her appearance, she wore a university sweater and sweatpants with her hair pulled back out of her face in a messy bun. But compared to the girls on the inside of the bar, she stood out. And Bradley was entranced.

“Here you go, Lieutenant.”

Penny’s voice pulled him back. He smiled at her, “Thanks Pen.” She smiled and turned to walk away, but he spoke again. “Hey, who’s that girl outside?” Penny followed Bradley’s finger and spotted her. She smiled fondly, “She comes in all the time. Sometimes she’s here with friends, sometimes by herself.” Rooster nodded, “Does she always sit outside when she’s here by herself?” Penny shook her head, “Not always.” He nodded and looked back out at the girl.

Even now, Penny could tell Bradley wanted to talk to her. He was obviously hesitant, not knowing the perfect way or moment to approach her. Same ole Rooster.

She smiled, “Hey, I’m a little swamped here with these drinks and she ordered cheese fries, I’d hate for them to get cold. Would you take them to her for me?” Rooster turned his head to her, “Uh, yeah, yeah sure. What’s she drinkin’?” Penny chuckled, “Water mostly. She had an Angry Orchard when she got here.” Rooster nodded and watched Penny walk to the kitchen to grab the food.

When she brought it back, she added a glass of water and a bottle of cider. Bradley nodded and headed to the back door.

Penny smirked and turned to Mav, who arched a brow at the look on her face. “What’s that look for?” She just shook her head and moved on.

********

You had been sitting outside the Hard Deck for a little bit now. Just watching the waves and the sunset, trying to find inspiration.

“Oh my gosh, brain, why can’t you just work?” You groaned, dropping your pencil onto the picnic table.

“Don’t be so hard on her, she’s doing her best.”

You gasped, startled by the new voice. “I’m sorry,” he laughed, sitting the tray he had down. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” Laughing as well, you shook your head, “No, it’s okay. Just-” You sighed, not really knowing what to say.

You laughed again and got off the table, sitting in the actual seat. You looked down at the tray and saw the cheese fries. “Oh, yeah, Penny sent me out here with those. Some poor soul left their phone on the bar, she got swarmed.” Smiling, you looked up at him, taking in his appearance.

He was a pilot, that much you could tell by the tags over his black t-shirt. You’d seen him around the bar before. He’d caught your eye the moment he came in, but you had been too nervous to talk to him.

“Thank you…” Your arched brow prompted him to fill in the blank. “Rooster.” You nodded, smiling. Of course, you already knew his name, well his call sign at least. But you thought it weird to just say it, he didn’t know you.

He smiled, “You’re welcome…” He copied your previous action. “Y/N.” He repeated your name and you're certain it gave you heart eyes. “Mind if I join you?” You gestured to the space across you, “Not at all.” Rooster sat down and surveyed your set-up.

“So, you totally don’t have answer and can just tell me to fuck off,” Rooster started, taking a sip of his beer. “But, why are you outside? Alone?” You shrugged and took a gulp of the cider he brought you, “I needed a change of scenery. Artist block thrives when you look at the same four walls.” “So you picked a bar?” You smiled, glancing inside to see groups of friends laughing or engaged in friendly competition. “Not just any bar,” you said, turning back to Rooster. “I picked The Hard Deck.”

The way you said the bar’s name with such pride and fondness had Rooster’s heart beating out of his chest.

You grabbed a fry, carefully moving it so you didn’t get any cheese anywhere before shoving it in your mouth. After swallowing it, you spoke again, “The atmosphere here is just phenomenal. It’s warm and inviting, the owner works here and she does a damn good job of keeping people in line.” You looked back out to the shore, the waves frothing seafoam onto the sand.

Rooster’s breath caught in his chest at the sight before him. The golden hour sun was hitting your face beautifully, it made your hair shine and caught the different shades of (h/c) in it.

He snapped out of his trance when you moved to face him again.

“And the view is just gorgeous,” you looked at him when you said that, trying your best to be subtle but obvious at the same time. Hoping that he would question whether you meant him or the beach. He seemed caught off guard but played it off, smirking behind the rim of his bottle, “I’ll definitely agree with you on that one.” You giggled and grabbed another fry before turning to your sketchbook, typing something on your laptop.

Rooster cleared his throat and pointed to your sketchbook. “You working on something specific?” You shook your head, smirking a little bit as you looked up at him before going back to your paper. “Not at the moment, no. Just trying to get the juices flowing.” You pointed to the fries, “Feel free to take some.”

Bradley watched you work, his eyes taking in everything on your face from the way your nose twitched and your tongue pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. He saw your brow furrow before you sighed and sat back.

You groaned and ran a hand down your face. “Everything okay?” You rubbed your eyes before turning back to him, “Yeah.” He hummed, “How long have you been staring at that screen?” “A few hours? Maybe.” Rooster reached over and slowly shut your laptop, obviously giving you the opportunity to stop him.

“How about you take a break? At least from the screen.” You smiled, “Probably should take a break from all of it.” You closed your sketchbook and placed it on your laptop, facing Rooster to give him your full attention. “And getting to know someone new might be a good source of inspiration.”

He smiled and from there you both talked about yourselves. Taking turns asking questions and getting to know each other.

******

Before you knew it the bar’s crowd was thinning and you hadn’t stopped smiling.

“Rooster!” You both looked towards the door, seeing a tall blond. The blond smirked and leaned against the door, “Oh, was I interrupting something?” As you went to shake your head, Rooster nodded and spoke up, “Yes, Hangman, yes you were. We were having a very engaging conversation.” He pushed himself off the frame, plucking the toothpick from his mouth, “I’d say. You’ve been out here for hours.”

Your brows shot up as Rooster turned to you. Both of you glanced at your respective watches. “Holy shit, we have been talking for hours.” You smiled at him, “Hours well spent, I’d say.” Rooster smiled at you, “Agreed.”

Hangman looked between you two, smirking to himself. “Well, I’m glad you got the foreplay out of the way. But Penny wants to close up, so go pay your tabs and then you can go at it. I’m going home.” He patted the wood and went in.

You laughed to yourself and packed your things into your bag. Rooster frowned with worry, “Hey, don’t mind him, he’s just-” “Being Hangman?” You asked with an arched brow, humor in your voice. He chuckled in relief that you weren’t upset. “Yeah.” You nodded, “I’m sure my friend would have said the same thing.”

It was silent as you shouldered your bag and you both walked in.

He opened his mouth, but you spoke first. “Look, Rooster, I really did have a good time talking to you. But I don’t just want to be a hookup, I don’t think you want that either. Or at least I hope that’s the case.” He nodded, “Well you’re right. I don’t want this to just be a hookup. I really enjoyed talking to you.” You smiled, “Good.”

Penny walked over to where you both were at the bar. She had a playful glint in her eye, “I was wondering where you disappeared off to. Here to pay your tab?” “Yes ma’am,” Rooster said, pulling out his card. “Put Y/N’s on mine too.” Penny nodded and smiled, “I’ll get right on that.”

You shook your head, “You didn’t have to do that. Pen-” You lifted your hand to grab her attention, but Rooster pulled it down. “I know I didn’t have to. I wanted to.” You pointed a finger, grinning, “I’m paying next time. Non negotiable Lieutenant.” He hummed, “We’ll see.”

A plastic tap on the bar pulled you and Rooster from each other. “There you go, Rooster. Y/N, when will I get the pleasure of seeing you again?” “It wouldn’t be as special if I told you, would it?” She laughed and you sneakily grabbed your receipt. “I guess not. Y’all have a good night.”

Bradley nodded at her before gently cradling your arm to lead you outside.

“Which one’s yours?” You pointed to the black 67 impala. “Holy shit, you’re serious?” You nodded, smiling, “Oh yeah. But I only drive her occasionally. My dad got her for me.” You unlocked it and slid your bag across the seat, before closing it and leaning on the car. “I’ve got a Tacoma at home I drive most of the time. It’s easier to find parts for that.” Bradley scoffed, “Tell me about it.” You giggled and glanced around the parking lot. “Which one’s yours?” He pointed to his Bronco. You nodded in appreciation, “I guess I’m not the only one with good taste around here. 75?” He nodded, smiling fondly, “Yeah, it was my dad’s.”

You nodded and turned to open your door, but Rooster beat you to it. “Thank you, Roo.” “Of course.” You reached over to your bag, turning your back to Bradley, and grabbed a pen, some cash and the receipt from before. You wrote down your number on the receipt and folded it over the money to conceal it. You put it in his shirt pocket, “Here’s my number. Text me when you get home, okay?” He chuckled, “I thought I was supposed to tell you that?” “We text each other, Roo. It's a mutual concern.” He nodded and smiled, “Right. Have a good night, Y/N.” You started your car as he closed the door. “You too Rooster.”

He watched to make sure you made it onto the road safely before going to his vehicle.

Bradley climbed and pulled the folded up paper you put in his pocket. It felt thicker than he thought it should have been. He read the note on the receipt. ‘I had a great night. Text me when you get home. Keep the change ;)’ His brows furrowed in confusion and he unfolded the paper, finding the cash in it. He laughed and shook head, sliding both back into his shirt pocket and heading home.

*******

Rooster texted you when he got home and called when he got your text that you made it home. Over the next two days you talked and texted when you had the chance. And he had invited you out for drinks on Saturday. But you had to decline because you had work.

And Bradley was a little mopey because of it. “Hey, what’s got you so down man?” Phoenix asked at lunch. “He’s upset ‘cause his girlfriend can’t come to drinks tomorrow,” Hangman said with his mouth full. Phoenix arched a brow at her friend, “Girlfriend?” Rooster shook his head, pointing his fork at Hangman, “She’s not my girlfriend.” “Not yet.” “I’ve known her for two days!” Coyote sat up, “Wait, is it that girl you were talking to the other night?” He nodded, “Yeah. And she’s really cool, I kinda want to see what you guys thought of her before I actually took her out. But she’s got to work and might not be able to come out tomorrow.”

Fanboy straightened up, “Oh, yeah, I might be late tomorrow. I’ve got an appointment with my tattoo artist.” “That’s right, you told us about that the other day.” “Speaking of,” Hangman turned to Rooster. “Have you given any thought to Fanboy’s offer?” Rooster tilted his head, trying to remember. “The consultation with my artist?” “Right! Right, uh, yeah. What the hell, you know. Worth a shot.” Fanboy fist pumped. “Actually, I’m gonna call her right now. And I’ll get you all set up for tomorrow after me. Sound good?” Rooster nodded, “Perfect.”

Mickey pulled out his phone and called the tattoo shop.

*******

You sat under a LED light, the sleeves of your flannel rolled up to your elbows.

“You’re doing so good, keep it up, I’m almost done with your linework.” You praised your client as they sat still as you tattooed their ribs down to their hip. The phone rang but you didn’t get up to answer it, letting the front desk handle it.

“Y/N, it’s for you!” “I’ll be there in a minute!” You filled out the last line of the butterfly.

Turning off your machine, gently patted their leg. “I’ve got the black outlines done, I’m gonna take that call and you can do whatever you need. Go to the bathroom, smoke, get some food, what have you.” They nodded and gently adjusted their shirt, “My partner’s bringing pizza.”

“Ooooh, hope he brought enough to share!” Your coworker and friend, Finn, said as he tattooed his client. “Hush, Finn-” “Actually, he is. I had them get one of everything.” Your jaw dropped, “You’re kidding? Really? You guys spoil us!”

“Y/N, the phone?” You pulled off your gloves, “Right!” You picked it up, “Thank you for calling Island Ink. This is Y/N.” “Hey, it’s Mickey!” You smiled, “Hey, Mick! What’s up?” “I just wanted to know if you had any open slots after me tomorrow?” You pouted as you tried to remember. “I’m pretty sure, but just let me check real quick.” You jogged over to your desk.

You pulled your planner out of the wall basket and opened it on your desk. You hummed as you found the date, “Yes, I’ve got a slot open after you. Why? Do you need to move it back?” “No, no. I’ve actually got a friend that is looking to get a tattoo. He’s not really sure what he wants, has to have a plan and all that.”

You stood up and grabbed a pencil, “Well, if it has significance, they’re best to be thought out and planned.” “Exactly, so do you think you could get him in after me tomorrow?” You smiled, “Of course, what’s his name?” “Bradley Bradshaw.” You hummed, nodding as you penciled him in, “Okay, Mr. Bradshaw is set for tomorrow.” “You’re the best!” “Tell your friends.” “Thank you.” “Of course, fly safe Mick.”

He hung up first and you gave the phone back to the front desk. Before you called your client back over you cleaned up your station.

*******

Mickey slipped his phone into his pocket, smiling victoriously. “You’re in! Just come in tomorrow with me. We’re just going to pick which one I want and then go over the price and time frame. So it shouldn’t take long.” Rooster nodded, “Thanks man.”

*******

Rooster followed Fanboy to the tattoo shop the next day.

When they pulled he noticed that there was only a blue Tacoma in the parking lot. “Where is everyone?” He questioned when they got out. “Oh, yeah, she’s the only one here on Saturdays. Does it for military workers so they don’t have to rush around to leave work.” “Oh, that’s cool.”

They walked in and the floor was empty. The bell on the door chimed to let whoever was there know someone came in.

“I’ll be out there in just a second!”

That made Rooster pause. He knew that voice. He had heard that voice on the phone for the past three days.

Only to cement his suspicions, you walked out from a back room, most likely an office, with papers in your hands.

You wore something casual, wanting to be comfortable but stylish at the same time. Just a simple pair of leggings and the sleeves of a worn out, bleach stained shirt were cut off and a plaid shirt was tied around your waist.

Rooster stopped walking completely and took you in. You had ink up and down one arm in a sleeve and little tattoos on the other one. Through the hole in the shirt, he could see tattoos on your ribs, and he was sure if you were wearing shorts, you would have tattoos littering your legs.

You looked up and made immediate eye contact with Bradley. You gasped quietly and nearly dropped the papers in your hands. “Rooster, hi!”

Fanboy looked between the two of you, connecting the dots. “Wait, Rooster, is Y/N the girl you’ve been talking about the past couple days?” Rooster blinked, getting himself out of the daydream he was in to look at Mickey, “Yeah.” He looked back at you, “You didn’t tell me you were a tattoo artist.” You shrugged sheepishly and pushed your hair behind your ear, “It never really came up. Much like your name, I assume you're Bradley.”

You had never heard his name, only his call sign, around the Hard Deck. And it hadn’t come up over the past few days.

He just smiled, “Yes ma’am.” Fanboy waved his hands in the air, “Wait, how did you not tell her your name?” He shrugged, “Never came up.” You cleared your throat, “Mickey, let’s get started. Bradley, you are more than welcome to look around, get a drink from the fridge or pull up a chair at my desk.” He nodded and started to look around, seeing portfolios on the coffee table and some pieces on the walls.

A few minutes in and Bradley was sitting next to Mickey at your desk and was flipping through one of your books, listening as you went over pricing and time frame for each tattoo option.

“Hey Bradshaw?” Mickey nudged Rooster’s knee. He hummed and looked up. “Which one is more ‘Fanboy’?” Rooster sat up to get a better look at the photos. “Well, they both scream ‘Fanboy’.” “Okay, but if you had to pick one.” “Garcia, this is going on you, get what you would be happy with.” Mickey groaned, “But I’d be happy with either one of these! I’m way too indecisive for this.”

“Well,” you started, gaining both men’s attention. “Both of these would take the same amount of time to do. I could maybe combine the two. Like I could….” Any words you said after that were lost on Bradley as he watched you get so into your work.

He was brought back by Mickey. “So, we’re talking same price and same time frame to get the best of both worlds?” You nodded, “Yeah, it may take a little longer to get started. But I could work on it tonight and send it to you and see what you think?” You neatly put the rest of the ideas in a desk drawer. “Yes, that would be perfect. Thank you so much, Y/N.” Mickey held his hand out for a handshake but you slapped it away and gave him a hug, “Of course.”

You smiled at Bradley, “Let me get him settled and then we can talk about you.” He nodded and took the seat Fanboy was sitting in. You went over to the register and handled that. “Okay, are you staying for this?” He shrugged and checked his watch, “I got time.”

Sitting down at your desk, you grabbed a notebook and flipped it open to the next clean page. You wrote Rooster’s name at the top before looking up at him, “Let’s get started.”

You twirled the pencil in your hand, “Okay, so, have you gotten a tattoo before?” Bradley nudged his nose with his knuckle as he sat up a little more, “Yes, I’ve got one on my wrist. I got it when I was 18. So, it’s been a while.”

Biting your lip, you held out your hand, “May I take a look?” He shrugged and placed his wrist in your palm, “Sure.”

You ran your thumb over the ink. “She had beautiful handwriting…”

Your compliment was breathy, but full of fondness.

Rooster smiled, “Yeah, yeah she did.” He looks from his wrist up to your face, eyes scanning your features.

In this moment, Fanboy felt like a third wheel. Seeing you two look at each other the way you were looking at each other, he thought it better to leave. Also this tattoo was very personal for Rooster; it’s for his dad, someone he had limited memories of and also talked little about.

He told Payback to call him and get him out of there.

When his phone rang both of you looked at him. He answered it quickly, “Hey PB! What’s up?” You watched him nod along to whatever was being said. “Well I’m with Rooster right now.”

Rooster waved his hand, “If you gotta go, go.” He looked at you, smiling, “I think I can handle it from here.” Mickey nodded, “Okay yeah, I’ll be right there.” He hung up, bid farewell and promptly left.

You and Rooster shared a look before laughing. “He is something else,” you said, shaking your head. “Yeah, he sure is.”

You let go of his hand and grabbed your pencil. “So, tell me what you want to get.” “I don’t know, honestly,” Rooster chuckled, looking at his lap a little sheepishly. “I’m sorry, I usually have things like this prepared…” “It’s okay, that’s what these consultations are for. Let’s try a different avenue. Why are you wanting to get another tattoo?”

Bradley clenched his jaw a little, swallowing, “My dad. I want to get a memorial tattoo for him.” You nodded, giving him a small smile in understanding, “Alright, that’s a start.” You wrote that down.

You tapped the paper with your eraser, trying to figure out how to phrase your next question. “What was he like?” You decided on just asking it as gently as possible.

Rooster chuckled a little, sighing at the end, “From what I remember… he was the life of the party, goofy, loud, bold…” You looked up at him, watching his face as he spoke. You could see the pain matched only by admiration.

“How old were you? When he passed…” “4, he was in a training accident.” You rested your arms on the desk. “I’m sorry, that must have been confusing for you. I know it was confusing for me,” you said.

Now, to be clear you didn’t mention that little fact about yourself to make it about you, but simply to show Bradley you could relate and sympathize.

He seemed to realize your goal and gave you a small smile, “Only a little. My mom had always been honest with me about things. But she made sure that I knew how much he loved me, loved us.” You nodded, smiling at him.

Bradley cleared his throat, “Do you have any memorial tattoos? Maybe you could help give me a direction to go?” You nodded, getting up to get closer to him. You sat on his left side and faced him.

Holding out your left arm, you exposed the tattooed dog tags on your bicep with a hand-written quote and signature accompanying it.

Upon closer inspection, Rooster saw that it was signed ‘Mom’.

“Your mom was in the military?” You nodded, smiling a little, “Marine Corp.” “What happened?” You tensed a little and Bradley noticed. “I’m sorry that was-” You shook your head, “It’s okay. She was in a bombing, died on the medevac. I was 5.” “I’m sorry.” You waved it off and sat back down, “It was a long time ago.”

“Tell me about your dad, or at least what stands out the most to you.”

The smile that graced Rooster's face was contagious. “He loved to play the piano. Remember when I said he was the life of the party? That’s why. He’d sing and crack jokes, everyone liked him.” You smiled, “He sounds like a great man, Rooster.” Bradley nodded, “He was.”

You wrote down piano, given that it was something they had in common. “Did he have a favorite song?” Bradley nodded, “Oh yeah, he had a lot of favorites. But-uh…” He trailed off for a second, a bittersweet smile making a short appearance.

“One of the last memories I have is him playing ‘Great Ball of Fire’ on the piano; with me on top of it singing along with him and my mom, my uncle and whoever his fling was at the time.” You both chuckled at the last part. You wrote that down too.

As you wrote little notes down, Bradley noticed a polaroid photo sitting on your desk. He picked it up and looked at it.

It was a photo of you on, what looked like, a dorm bed. You had less tattoos than you do now, but you look more or less the same.

“That was when I was in college, those were the days.” He could hear the fond smile before he looked up and saw it. “You look beautiful.” He watched the blush creep up your cheeks before smirking and looking back at the photo.

His cocky smile turned into a soft smile as he remembered his father. “My dad loved polaroids, he said they capture natural beauty in its purest form, that they memorialized a moment in a way no digital camera ever could. I couldn’t tell you how many polaroids he had of him and Mav up in the sky, or of me when I was barely walking, or of my mom when she was mid laugh.”

Tears had stung your eyes a little as Rooster confided in you.

You wrote down ‘polaroid’ and circled it. This was something you felt needed to be in the tattoo.

Rooster was still looking at the photo when he noticed what you were wearing. “Are you wearing a Hawaiian shirt?” You looked back at the photo, “Oh yeah, I wore it to bed a lot, or when I woke up.”

That put way too many thoughts in Bradley’s head.

He put the photo back, and leaned his arms on your desk. He tried not to be nosy but he couldn’t help but to glance at your notes.

He watched you place your pencil down, “Do you have any photos of him?” Bradley nodded, “Yeah, uh, just a second.” He pushed out of his chair and went to his Bronco.

When he came back he had a photo in his hand.

You gingerly took it when he handed it to you. He chuckled and rubbed his neck, “Unfortunately it’s not a polaroid. But it’s the only one I have on me.” You smiled a little and looked down at the photo.

It was a black and white photo. Nick was posed stoically in front of his plane, and you glanced from him to Bradley. “You look like him,” you said with a smile, gently sliding the photo across the desk.

Rooster chuckled and slid the photo into his shirt pocket, “I get told that a lot. I’m starting to question whether or not it's a compliment.” You smiled, “Oh it’s definitely a compliment.” Bradley arched a brow, “Are you hitting on my dad?”

Your face fell and you pointed an accusatory finger at the pilot across from you, “That was a trap.” He broke out into a laugh and you began to laugh as well.

“Oh!” Rooster reached into his pocket for his phone. You waited patiently as he scrolled through his photos. “Here,” he turned his phone around to show a photo of a photo, it was his parents and him when he was young. You held out your hand for him to place it in your hand. You took in the details, Carole wore a colorful dress, he wore a striped shirt, and Goose wore a Hawaiian shirt covered in hibiscus flowers.

You smiled, head tilting slightly, “You know, you really do look like your dad, but I can see your mom as well.” You gave him his phone back, picking up your pencil to jot something down.

Bradley’s brows raised in surprise, no one had ever told him that- save for his aunts probably. But it wasn’t something he heard often.

“You think?” You nodded, “Oh yeah, your curls and the way your eyes crinkle in the corners when you smile. But that smile is all your dad.” He smiled at you, a full genuine smile. “That one right there,” you smiled back.

Then an idea popped into your head, “What’s your favorite flower?” Bradley looked genuinely baffled by your question, “You plan on getting me flowers, Y/N?” You shrugged, “Maybe. Answer the question.” He chuckled, “Hibiscus, they were actually my dad’s favorite as well. They just help me feel close to him. But the amount of wildflowers I picked up when I was a kid was insane.” You smiled at him and quickly wrote down ‘hibiscus’ in your notes.

You sighed contently, “Okay, I think I’ve got a pretty good idea of how to approach this. I’ll try to get some sketches done within the week and get back to you when I have enough.” You both stood. Rooster wiped his hands on his jeans, shaking his wrist to adjust his watch, “You know how to get a hold of me.” You smiled, “I do. Let’s get you settled.”

After he paid for the consultation and you gathered your things, you both walked out.

Rooster stood guard while you locked up the shop. “Hey, thank you for today and taking time to really sit down and talk it out with me.” You turned and smiled up at him, blushing slightly at how close you were to him, “Of course. A tattoo is a big thing, not everyone can just find something and go with it. Especially something as important as this.” Bradley smiled and opened his arms, offering a hug.

You smiled and hugged him, “I’ll talk to you later Bradley.” He rubbed your back and gave you a quick squeeze. “I’ll text you later.” He walked you to your truck and held the door open for you, helping you up into the seat.

As you started your truck, his phone went off.

“It’s Hangman, hold on.” He answered it, putting it on speaker, “Yeah?” “Hey, where are you?” “I just finished my consultation, why?” “Well, Garcia’s already here so I figured you’d be with him.” “Oh he left early.” You both heard the man pause, “So you were left with the artist by yourself?”

Both of you could hear the suggestive tone in his voice.

“Hi, Hangman,” you spoke up, a playful smirk on your face.

“Bradshaw! You didn’t tell me I was on speaker!” Then it clicked, “Wait, was that the girl from the Hard Deck?” “It is, good ears.” “Well, in that case, take your time Rooster. Bye.” Jake quickly hung up.

Both you and Bradley lost it.

When you calmed down, he checked his watch, “Hey, it’s still pretty early, do you want to head to the Hard Deck? Let me properly buy you a drink this time?” You sighed and you watched his face fall. “I’m sorry-” “No, it’s okay.” “It’s not that I don’t want to, because I do. But I need to get Mickey’s tattoo finished and then get started on yours. I really am sorry Bradley.”

He smiled softly and gently pushed hair out of your face, “Hey, don’t sweat it. Maybe we could go to lunch tomorrow?” You smiled, nodding, “Yeah, that sounds nice. Or… you could come over and have a drink at my place? Order pizza or something. I make mean mac and cheese.”

“It’s not Kraft is it? If the powder isn’t mixed in well enough the texture just- blegh,” he said, obviously teasing. “Kraft? What do you take me for? It’s shredded cheese and bowtie noodles. Only the finest for you,” you teased right back, gently punching his shoulder. “I look forward to it.”

He closed your door as you rolled the window down, “I’ll follow you?” You nodded, “Try to keep up.” You winked and he shook his head, chuckling as he patted the door, “I’ll see you there.”

********

After dinner and a few beers, you and Rooster moved to the living room.

You sat up in the corner of the couch, your work iPad in your lap as your stylist bounced between your pinky and thumb. You had both tattoos Mickey picked on the coffee table and side by side on your screen.

Bradley watched fondly as you worked. Watching you intently as you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth. Watching your blue-light glasses constantly moving from the top of your head to the bridge of your nose. He thought it was cute that you got so focused, seeming to forget he was there as he watched Magnum PI on your TV – the Tom Sellek version, not the reboot.

“Finally, I finished!” You called out throwing your arms up as you dropped your things onto the table. Rooster sat up, “Can I see?” You smiled, passing him your iPad, “Yes!” He smiled and took it, looking over the perfectly merged tattoo for Fanboy. “Holy shit, he’s going to love this,” he complimented as he gave you the device back.

You smiled and sent it to Mickey, relaxing back as soon as it was confirmed to have been saved and sent.

Humming you sat up, your back popping as you stretched. “Snap, crackle, pop over there,” Bradley laughed. “Oh ha ha, you sound like my dad,” you laughed back reaching for your sketchbook to start on Bradley’s.

He rested his hand over yours on the book, “Hey, you just sat there for two hours working on that. Take a breather. You can start on mine later, I don’t mind waiting.” “Are you sure?” He nodded, “I’m sure. Just relax for a minute.”

You nodded and stood up. “I’ll be right back, I need to change.” Rooster nodded and watched you leave.

He sat back on the couch, just watching TV when something caught his eye. On a bookshelf next to your TV looked to be a photo album.

Being nosy, he stood up and went to look through it. As he did he saw a bunch of photos of whom he assumed were your parents. Younger versions of them, and then photos of you when you were a kid. Photos from when your mom came home from deployments when you were barely 3.

When he turned a page, a photo caught his eye.

At first glance, he could have sworn it was you. Everything about it screamed ‘you’. But when he looked closer, more specifically at the date on the photo, he realized that this was your mother.

“I see you found my album.” He jumped at the sound of your voice, turning around, book still open in his hand. You were leaned against the wall, hands in the pockets of your sweat and oversized t-shirt thrown over your top half.

He fumbled around for an apology, “I’m sor- I just saw it- I didn’t-” “Rooster,” you smiled at him, easing his nerves instantly. “It’s okay. It’s not a big deal. If I didn’t want people to see it, I wouldn’t have put it where it was within reach.”

Bradley’s shoulders relaxed and he smiled, glancing back at the album. “You look a lot like her, your mom.” You walked over and looked at the polaroid. You smiled at it, it was the last photo you had of her. “She was gorgeous,” he said, looking at you, watching your eyes as they teared up. You let out a watery laugh, “Yeah, yeah she was.” You sighed a little, “That’s the last photo my dad took of her.”

He noticed your bottom lip begin to tremble and he put the book back. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to him. You welcomed the warmth with ease, gently crying against his chest.

“I miss her a lot. But I’m glad my parents took the time to make sure I had good memories and to capture what they could.” He squeezed you a little bit, showing you that he understood.

He grabbed the book again, “Why don’t you tell me about them?”

********

After talking for hours about memories of your mother, and him throwing in his own about Goose. You asked him to stay and once he agreed you both fell asleep on the couch.

The next day you spent a lot of time together, watching TV, he helped you clean, you got Fanboy set up for his appointment. You had breakfast and lunch together.

You had decided to rearrange your room, and Bradley provided his assistance.

As you cleaned and reorganized you found a polaroid camera your dad had gotten in the 80s.

“Bradley! Holy shit! Look what I found!” You ran up to him and showed him the camera, “This was my dad’s, he gave it to me when I moved.” Bradley carefully took it, but the excitement on his face mirrored your own, “My dad had this exact same one. I ran out of film for it though.”

You smiled and held up the box you had, showing him the unopened packages of polaroid film.

“Holy shit… Are you serious?” You nodded, smiling, “Every time we hang out- we use this camera or one of the other polaroids I have and take photos when we believe we should.” He nodded, “Hell yeah!”

******

It had been about two weeks and you were still struggling on Rooster’s tattoo. Everything you came up with, you weren’t happy with. You’d show Rooster from time to time if he was around- which he usually was. Everytime he said he liked it, but he could tell that you thought something was missing- that it wasn’t perfect.

You lost count of how many ideas you cycled through, all differing in styles. 

Nothing seemed to fit.

Until you were tattooing another client Friday night. 

She was getting a tattoo of Spider-Man holding up a camera, but he was framed by a polaroid style frame. “Oh my gosh….”

Your client looked at you, worried something was wrong with her tattoo. “What’s wrong?” You shook your head, “Nothing, nothing, I’ve just been stuck on this other client’s tattoo and I think I just got the perfect idea.” 

Later that night while you were at the Hard Deck, playing pool with Phoenix when Rooster came up behind you. “Hey, pretty baby,” he kissed your cheek. “Can you not kiss up on Y/N in front of all of us?” Fanboy teased, bringing his drink to his lips. 

You rolled your eyes and smacked his arm, making him yelp and hiss. His tattoo was still sensitive. “It was a cheek kiss.” 

Rooster laughed and intertwined his hand with yours, “Hey, can I talk to you outside for a minute?” It was mumbled in your ear so only you heard it. You nodded and passed your cue to Yale. 

When you got out to the back deck, Bradley turned to face you. 

“What’s up?” You asked gently, giving his hand a small squeeze. “It’s nothing serious, I promise. I just wanted to ask you in private,” he assured you. You nodded, “Okay.” “Why did you ask me to bring my dad’s tags?” 

You sighed a little, “I was wondering if I could borrow them until tomorrow afternoon? You can totally say no and I’ll understand.” “Can I ask why?” “For your tattoo, a really cool idea struck me at work today, but I physically need the tags to do it,” you explained, making sure to tell him your exact intentions.

“I can go into more detail, but I want it to be a surprise. You’ll get them back tomorrow night,” you held up your pinky. “Marines honor.” His eyes widened slightly at the promise, but he nodded and locked his picky with yours. 

He pulled the tags out of his pocket and placed them around your neck before tucking them into your (his) sweatshirt. He kissed your forehead, “I trust you.”

********

The next morning you were out and about early. You had to run by the flower shop and then go to the Hard Deck before Penny opened.

“Hey, Pen! It’s me!” You shouted as you came in. “Y/N, good morning!” She stepped out from the back, “How are you this morning?” “I’m good, I just need to get one photo. So hopefully it won't be too long.” She waved her hand, “Take your time.”

You nodded and set your stuff up. You placed both the branch of hibiscus flowers and Goose’s tags on the keys.

Stepping back you took a photo with your dad’s polaroid. You let it process before touching your props. “No, that looks weird.” You adjusted and repeated.

You’d do that about 8 times before you finally got the perfect photo.

You knew before the image became clear that this was the one.

*****

Later that night, you and Rooster were at your house.

He was lounging on the couch when you came in, a mischievous grin on your face.

Bradley skeptically chewed his popcorn, “I don’t know how to feel about that look yet.” You padded over to him, “It’s good. I promise.” You held out the tags, “First, like promised, here are your dad’s tags.” He took them and placed them around his neck, “Thank you.” You shook your head, smiling, “No. Thank you.” You pulled the photo out from behind your back. “Look!”

Rooster could feel your excitement as he took the polaroid from you. His eyes scanned it and he fell in love instantly. “It’s a beautiful picture. If it were possible, this is what I would have tattooed on me.”

You smiled and sat down, “Well, it’s a good thing you said that, because that’s your tattoo design. All I need to do is add a few more finishing touches.”

He looked at you, speechless for a moment before finally sputtering out a thank you and kissing your cheek.

“How does tomorrow sound?” He raised a brow, “Isn’t the shop closed on Sundays?” You shrugged, “Normally, but Finn is tattooing his old college buddy tomorrow so I figured that I could bring you in.”

He smiled, getting lost in your eyes as you looked up at him. “Do you do this for all your clients?” You shook your head, smiling brightly up at him, “Just you.” “Well, aren’t I special?” “You are, Bradley.”

If Rooster didn’t pay so much attention to your voice, he never would have caught the adoration in it.

He smiled at you again, placing the photo on your work folder before turning to you. “Thank you, Y/N. It really means a lot to me that you took so much time out of your life to do this.” “Of course I would, this is the first tattoo in a long time that I’ve ever felt personally connected with. I just knew I had to get it right.”

Bradley swallowed before he continued, “I think it's pretty obvious that over the course of the past month-” “I like you too, Bradley. A lot.” He sighed, his hand moving to cup your face, “Can I kiss you?” You nodded, “Please do.”

Smiling, his hand slipped to the back of your head, fingers gently tangling in the locks as his lips molded against yours.

******

The next morning, he was in your chair.

“You’ll only feel a little pinch man, it’s not too bad,” Finn said from his station. “Focus on your client Finn.” You rolled your eyes at your friend. “I would but he’s not as pretty as yours.” You arched a brow at him, “You really make it hard to believe you're straight sometimes.”

You all laughed as you focused back on your boyfriend, “But seriously, it shouldn’t be too bad. Let me know when you need a break okay?” He nodded, “Yes ma’am.” You gave him a warm smile before kissing his lips.

You prepped the area and placed the stencil on his forearm. “We’re gonna be here a while so, seriously Bradshaw. If you need a break, tell me.” He kissed your temple, chuckling, “I got it.”

Then you began and you were right, that tattoo took you nearly all day.

“It’s a good thing I added numbing cream before we started,” you laughed, as you cleaned it.

Bradley looked down at it, smiling at the blue of the hibiscus flower stood out against the brown on the piano. “It’s fucking gorgeous.” You smiled, holding up the original photo, “Want to do a comparison?” He nodded and you sat the photo on his arm underneath it. “Holy shit… if my skin wasn’t sore and puffy, I’d almost think it was the same photo.”

He looked up at you again, “Thank you, so much Honey. I love it.” There were subtle tears in his eyes, but you didn’t mention them opting to just kiss him instead.

Chuckling in surprise, he quickly reciprocated before standing up slowly.

You went to your desk to grab the fresh, clean roll of cling wrap and cut off a piece to wrap around his arm. “I’ll make sure you take proper care of that,” you said, going back to your desk.

That’s when you noticed it.

Finn had managed to find your old polaroid on your desk and snapped a beautiful moment of you and Bradley as you tattooed him.

You were tattooing him and he had obviously said something that made you laugh. Your head was thrown back and Bradley had this look of pure adoration on his face as he looked at you. “You look like your mom there,” he pointed out over your shoulder. You glanced back at him and then the photo, “And you look like your dad.”

You would take that photo home and put it in the album you had right in between a photo of your parents and a photo of his parents.

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thank you guys for making it to the end!

i have plenty more ‘x readers’ in the drafts so if you want more let me know

and my asks are open, feel free to request what you would like to see next

feedback is greatly appreciated!

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#bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw #x reader #tattoos #tattoo artist!reader #top gun imagine

[not-souleaterpost]

ENTP CRONA DUMP

Not going back on my word, just forgot to post a dump of "ENTP Crona" stuff I planed to just post all at once in a year, but after trying to stop doing stuff like that, I just thought I post what I had and be done with it.

, the thing even I don't really find funny, but I think I have to do it to get it out and book end it. A lot of it isn't really funny, some of it may sound a bit edgy or abrasive, but it's just in good fun, still putting it under the "keep reading thing" because of the amount and shittyness of the "content" Enjoy or yeah...sorry

ENTP Crona experiencing a soul rejection, screaming in agony because of not being able to deal with figuring out if "video games are art" or "video games aren't art" is the more contrarian oppinion at the moment

ENTP Crona reading shizophrenia symptoms on google "Wow, he is literally me"

ENTP Crona fleeing into the desert, going down a hole to cry

Ragnarok "Wait, the cow already killed Medusa a year ago, why we doing this bitch shit again?"

ENTP Crona "I posted a deliberately controversial and edgy meme into the group chat again, when they all see it, I wont be able to deal with how angry everyone will be..."

Soul: "You cant just nonstop spam shit on the internet, people will think you don't have a life"

ENTP Crona: "But I kinda don't..."

Soul: "Still writting on every single subject for 10 hours straight must be tiring and exhaustive, take a break"

ENTP Crona: "But I wrote everything in the last 5 minutes

Soul: "Heh, dont like partys either? Guess reading the room can be stressful even for somebody as cool as me sometimes-"

ENTP Crona "No, I can read it just fine, just then choose to say the thing that sets the roof on fire and regret it five seconds later.

ENTP Crona trying to figure out if Maka subscribes to the theory that Holden is a child abuser himself in "The Catcher in the Rye", only if yes, to arguee that not even the creep teacher was one and it is a misreading, and its actually about idk, read it in school so cant even come up with an explantion.

ENTP Crona trying to cheer up a crying Maka, after she got made fun of for liking bad music by Soul

"No, I like Speeding bullet 2 heaven too! Well except the Beavis and Butthead skits, even I am not that contrarian"

ENTP Crona curled up in the corner of the dark dungeon, not able to face the world, cause liking Ringo Star is to mainstream now but changing to hating him is just too painful...

ENTP Crona after everyone gets confronted with their lives just being fiction

"Well actually I prefere the anime ending"

But after mostly everyone agrees

"But, actually the manga works in a certain way afterall-"

ENTP Crona during the anime only scene where Maka and Crona talk about Maka's mom - its the same scene lol, remember those 4th wall breaking snide comments Crona barely managed to not blabber out loud lol

ENTP Crona "Marvel movies were allways bad"

Marie "Oh you aren't dumb and incompetent!"

ENTP Crona "Why did it took me 8 hours to put together the IKEA table?"

Marie "Oh dont be to hard on yourself, screwing in the table legs upside down could happen to anybody!"

Maka confronting Medusa: I'm here to save ENTP Crona and Mary!

Medusa: Nah, they both are still stuck in the maze going in circles

ENTP Crona after a tourist asks for directions in Death City: "I'll be honest, even though I am living here for years now, I myself cant deal finding my home without google maps"

ENTP Crona "I'm the Joker, baby! (Jared Leto version)"

ENTP Crona "-oh so a glorbo, or smol bean, cinamon bun is a charachter like Paulie from the Sopranos!"

ENTP Crona after trying to read "Finnegans Wake" "Damn, thats how high I still have to climb..."

ENTP Crona watching X:RA "Wow, I actually get 90 percent of the wordplay! This show is great!"

MGMT Patty : "Time to pretend..."

*ENTP Crona visualising all the different ways to take out and kill the people around*

Ragnarok "And I thought I was the psychopath! We aren't even eating souls anymore, whats guipi wrong with you?

ENTP "Grocery shopping is boring and I thought about the 3 different storys I'll never write down enough for one hour..."

ENTP Crona "-and that's why the metodology that is used to diagnose diseases by only relying on a checklist of data points that may have many different origin points is flawed

Stein "I am the doctor with 10 years experience, take your antibiotics prescription and get out!"

Stein, litting a cigarete after ENTP Crona goes out after apologising "Damn, the kid may be right, shit..."

ENTP Crona be like "Actually, I think Epstein is still alive"

ENTP Crona "Yeah Myerrs brigs and Horrorscopes are the same... Because they both actually are describing something and aren't completly wrong, if you know you know...

ENTP Crona actually getting a tatoo even though it is a stupid thing to do in general, because thats the only way to remember Maka's birthday. Cause aint nobody remembering more than 4 digits...

ENTP Crona using all experience and time to reflect, to start a dramatic uplifting speech that leads into Maka defeating the Kishin with a punch- Ah wait thats just what happened in the anime again lol

ENTP Crona: "I wore a dress for most of my life, yet that is not as embarassing as riding on an electric scooter"

ENTP Crona "Oh ofcourse I'm to scatterbrained and lazy to actually finish a webcomic, that's why I included an in universe callout by a charachter, so I will stay motivated out of spite and want of being better than those, proving the mean pixels wrong!"

ENTP Crona: -the setting being the aftermath of a nuclear testing site is a brilliant synedoche of our society pre and post world war 2, how the atomic age is nearly unrecognisable, being both so much more advanced that previous incarnations do not even look human in retrospect, while exagerating ourselfs into cartoon versions of ourselfs do to paranoia and stereotypes, shared faster and faster, that we soak up like Sponges, being the perfect worker and consumer in one - in a way thats Rock Bottom, the breakdown of communication, only restored by recognising the humanity of the other, even if they look at us with even more potent disgust than we already do.

Maka: Wait, I thought these iceberg videos were just supposed to list of fun facts and triva about Spongebob

ENTP Crona: What gave you that idea, Maka?

TERF Maka: I STILL hate J K Rowling

EC: "Borat is racist-"

M: "No the joke is that he exposes the prejudices of the common american person-"

EC "against Kazakhstanis"

M: "No no- wait... you are right..."

EC: "If MF Ghost was with the culture, it would have used Phonk instead of Eurobeat"

EC: "Where the fuck is Marioh Judah?"

*EC annoys excalibur into quitting*

EC :"Im like prince, everybody thinks In gay but actually im homophobic-"

EC: "Non-cellular phones actually had their purpose - like if somebody called them, you would either know nobody is home, or the person who answered could either inform you where the one you are calling is if you didnt reach the person or just find them - also the fact it was in the same spot ment nobody lost it and could allways find it when needed and it never ran out of battery, also-"

M: "If you don't like the phonecase I gifted you just say so...

R: "Dude, dont we still use mirrors for comunication"

EC "Think Im constrained by the limitations of canons?"

TRAD Tsubaki "Well they didn't make a sign of the cross in the church, so they kinda deserved being slayn by Ragnarok..."

M "Hey you are looking down, everything ok?

EC "Thanks for caring, but the thing is, to explain it all, all the connections and reasons and evidence would make me just look more weird and whiny, and this all, including the fact that I cant even say why I cant say without being whiny and long winged is part of it...

EC "I used trouble not descending into negative loops of self pity and disgust with myself and the world... But then I just developed a hyperfixation on not-having-hyperfixations"

???? Death: IDK

EC *reading the bible* "It even predicted people obssesing over lolcows with the whole golden calf story, damn...

EC: Rip Kissinger

EC: Slouching? No, I'm just posture-divergent

EC: I do love myself - one has to love even their biggest enemy...

EC in the future:

M: Are you really ready for children?

EC: I accidentally watched a trailer for despicable me 4, and after hearing all the pandering 80s song and repetitive family hinjix humor I just thought "Oh, how cozy would this be to watch with my Kids and Wife!"

So yeah, I CAN deal with it

#ENTP Crona #Crona #Soul Eater #Au #Soul Eater Au #worst thing I ever came up with #this is it #besides iceberg uploads and links #also by the end I abriviate entp crona to ec #includes a few bonus four letter modifiers for other charachters....

[hayleythesugarbowl]

You Can’t Change the Past || a short story inspired by elena of avalor

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ summary: Jacques, Chancellor of Emelda, plagued by regrets, is used to helping his cousin run her kingdom. But when he meets some ghosts of his past and a villain returns is he ready to face it all?

word count: 6k

warnings: the formatting is a little funky!!

a/n: ok so i know i usually post x reader fanfiction but this is a short story i wrote when i was 14 (see also this cover art i did when i was 14) and I recently came upon it so i figured i’d post it here for you guys to see inside of young-me’s mind (I haven’t completely read through it since then so keep that in mind). this a very loose ripoff of elena of avalor so please also keep that in mind. little me didn’t quite understand the word copyright so we’ll just call it a little elena of avalor fanfic with name changes!! if you aren’t familiar with eoa, even better. forget i said any of that stuff about copywriting and just enjoy this fic that I myself made up entirely and marvel at my creative abilities. either way, let’s laugh at me together!! all jokes aside, all credit to the writers of Elena of Avalor, this is by no means my own thing. also i do apologize this is so long, you have my full permission to skim. i implore you <3💌🍓🩰

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Cold, empty, lifeless, Emelda was a small, mystical kingdom just outside of one of Spain’s main cities. It was spring, and normally Emelda was beautiful, lush, enchanting, and had crowded streets full of busy merchants and giddy tourists. But to anyone who had never seen this once flourishing city, it looked deserted as if no one had lived in it for many years. It was as if one busy day, everyone had fled suddenly, leaving everything forlorn. Hardly any people were in the marketplace other than the occasional runaway or stiff guard. Dark shadows filled the streets and not one sound could be heard. The only place that seemed to show any signs of life, was the elegant palace that sat on a hill overlooking the town. This palace was beautiful with marble walls and a sparkling, refreshing looking moat surrounding it. Tourists who walked into this castle were always dazzled by its display. It looked dignified, but cozy and inviting, or it used to. Now the palace was bare, dull, and even sinister. This is because the woman who now sat on the throne liked things bare, dull, and even sinister. This woman’s name was Francessi. Francessi’s appearance matched her evil disposition. Her pine green dress stuck tightly to her slender body. Her long black hair fell below her waist and crowded her pale pinched face. Francessi’s eyes were a dark, dark piercing green. A wand was clutched tightly in her hand. Francessi gazed at her castle in triumph. After she took care of the king and queen, she had all the guards take anything with any trace of cheer, or bright colors out of the palace. Francessi was ruthless. She was unforgiving. She had no mercy.

“Jacques!” Francessi yelled in her low raspy voice to her loyal and most trusted assistant. A man sheepishly entered the room. He stood by the cold-blooded queen’s throne ready to obey her every command. There was a hint of regret in his eyes.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

*****

“Jacques.” Jacques awoke with a start. He had barely slept that week. In fact, he had barely slept at all ever since he had taken up the job of Chancellor of Emelda, and this wouldn’t be the first time he had fallen asleep at the breakfast table.

“Jacques,” Christina said again, “I was going to take a walk around Emelda after breakfast, if you would like to come along.” Christina smiled at Jacques. She wore a flowing blue dress with white flowers painted on it. She had caramel skin and chocolate brown eyes. Christina’s silky cocoa hair was pulled into a high ponytail atop her head.

Jacques sighed, “I told you I don’t have time for useless recreational activities; there is work to be done.”

He picked a piece of lint off his jacket. Jacques wore a deep red coat buttoned up to his neck. A blue and yellow sash with the word “Chancellor” printed on it ran across his chest. His pitch-black hair hung loosely over his light brown face. Everything from Jacques’ tall black boots to his thin mustache reflected his uptight nature. Christina’s not cut out to be queen, Jacques thought. She didn’t take her work seriously, and in his opinion, nobody that innocent and naïve should be running a kingdom. At the young age of 16, Christina had recently been crowned queen and welcomed back into Emelda. After her parents were killed, and the previous queen was banished and sentenced to death, Christina was the only heir to the throne. As soon as the image of that witch entered Jacques mind, he felt a pang of guilt. He was reminded of the dream he had just awoken from. Jacques groaned. This dream had been haunting him for a year now. He had predicted that once that wretched queen was sent out of the kingdom never to return, he would shake the guilty feeling he always carried around, but still everything reminded him of that dark time.

“Well, do you maybe want to take this breakfast outside and enjoy the sunshine then?” Christina asked, bringing Jacques out of his thoughts. She looked at him with pleading eyes. Jacques had plenty of work he would rather be getting back to, but Christina looked so desperate to spend time with him that he couldn’t help but say yes. She was his little cousin after all. Jacques was also all the family Christina had left, and he understood she missed her parents. There came the guilt. Jacques knew it wasn’t his fault Christina’s parents had been killed. It was Francessi’s of course, but he still couldn’t help but feel responsible. He decided to drop the matter for now.

“I’ll help you carry the plates,” Jacques said to his cousin. Anything to take his mind off the past.

“The weather’s beautiful today!” Christina exclaimed as she and Jacques stepped out, carrying the plates, onto the front steps leading out of the palace.  Stretching out in front of them was the marble bridge that led from the castle high up on the hill, to the cozy town below. From here Christina and Jacques could see the whole kingdom laid out below them like items from a dollhouse. Jacques followed Christina’s gaze and saw that she was right; the weather was beautiful. The town was lively with people shopping and selling at the markets. Children were running through the streets carelessly, occasionally bumping into an annoyed merchant or cart full of fruit. Their laughter could be heard all the way up at the palace. The trees were just blossoming in the fresh air and a few small piles of snow that hadn’t melted were the only traces of winter. A slight wind blew through the trees and ruffled the feathers of the elegant birds.

“It is beautiful,” Jacques mumbled almost in a whisper. He sat down on the steps by Christina and continued to pick at his pancakes. For a while nobody spoke, and the two cousins just sat there and listened to the chatter of the townspeople and the chirping of the birds.

“My mother always said that if you looked down at the bustling village, and all the people beneath you, you would feel like the whole kingdom was yours,” Christina described finally.

Jacques chuckled, “I remember. Your father would always remind her that the whole kingdom was theirs.”

“And then my mother would say that the kingdom wasn’t theirs, they just watched over and protected it,” Christina narrated wistfully. She stared down at the town, “My parents always told me that one day I’d protect Emelda and keep it safe, and now I’m queen. I can’t believe it. I always imagined that I’d be as old as them before I became queen.”

And now she’s queen, Jacques thought. What he thought was that Christina wasn’t exactly protecting the kingdom, as he did most of the work.

“It seems like just yesterday you were crawling around the palace, hiding behind the curtains at bedtime,” Jacques said, instead of how much of the kingdom’s paperwork do “you” take care of?

“Old people always say things seem like just yesterday!” Christina snickered.

“Old?” Jacques challenged. At 47 with only a few gray hairs, Jacques didn’t consider himself necessarily old. Qualified to rule Emelda, yes. Old, no.

“Ok, I guess you’re not as old as,” Christina thought for a moment, “Agatha, the lady who always sells the spoiled milk and rotten fruit.”

“Or Martha the Maid!” Jacques announced playfully.

Christina giggled, “Or bitter Francessi!” Christina’s smile suddenly faded. Jacques grew quiet. The birds sang louder. “I miss them,” Christina said to her cousin. Jacques missed them too. He knew, of course, that he missed Christina’s parents more than Christina knew. “I just wish that I got to see them one last time, you know, before I was taken away for 10 years.”

“The guards took you away because they knew it wasn’t safe for you to stay in Emelda,” Jacques reiterated, more reserved now, “And they were right.”

“I know,” Christina answered, “I can only think of how different things would have gone if my parents left with me in that carriage. That reminds me, Jacques, when Francessi took over did you…”

“You can’t change the past,” Jacques interrupted bitterly, “Your parents stayed in Emelda to try and defeat Francessi and look where it got them. You said their job was to protect everyone. Well they failed, and it cost them their lives. Now you have been hastily left in charge, setting your parents’ kingdom, the kingdom they kept safe, up for failure once again.”

“You can’t change the past,” Jacques said again almost to himself, “no matter how much you wish it were so.” He walked up the stairs and shut the palace door behind him. With that he was gone.

Christina sat on the stairs in shock. You can’t change the past she repeated, as she tried to finish her pancakes.

Jacques walked through the castle doors. He hurried through the numerous rooms absently, while still obtaining good posture. Jacques scarcely looked around him. When he found himself in the throne room, he hesitated and stared at the regal looking throne sitting in the center of the room. He closed his eyes for a second, then continued walking, and didn’t stop until he reached his office.

Jacques collapsed into the chair at his desk. Work, he thought. Work always clears my head. Jacques started flipping through the pages on his desk but couldn’t stop thinking about Francessi. He looked for a pen but could only think of Christina, and as he tried to sign peace treaties with the neighboring kingdoms, thoughts of how he had blown up at his cousin filled his head. Jacques rolled his eyes. There was no way he was going to get any work done. Usually his royal duties were his favorite, and most time consuming, part of the day. Jacques wished he could just forget this whole day, but since he couldn’t, might as well try to collect his thoughts. He pondered Christina. He knew he would never do anything to harm her, at least not intentionally. Jacques remembered what he had declared to her, you can’t change the past. He was telling this just as much to himself as he was to Christina. He thought about Christina’s job as queen. Christina wasn’t going to fail Emelda, not with Jacques as Chancellor. He also knew that his cousin’s friends had all fled the kingdom or been killed, so the least he could do was help her. Jacques paused and remembered his old friend and associate, wondering where he was now.

He stared at the papers on his desk; this was going nowhere. The only thing he could think of doing was apologizing to Christina. Jacques didn’t have any better ideas, so he walked out of his office. It had been about half an hour since he had last seen his cousin, and he figured she was probably up in her room. The Chancellor had only walked a few steps when the doorbell rang. He decided his apology would have to wait. He couldn’t say whether he was disappointed or relieved.

Jacques walked rapidly down the grand stairs to the front door. As soon as he opened the door and looked at who was standing on the front steps, he wished he had ignored the doorbell completely. Standing at the door, smirking, was a man with a pine green blazer. A yellow scarf peeked out from under his shirt, like a mustard spill. His black-gray hair was slicked back, and it looked like he had put some of his leftover hair gel on his sharp goatee. Green eyes sparkling with pride, this was a man Jacques had hoped he would never see again.

“Hola,” the man said grinning, “old friend.”

“Why?” Jacques was having trouble finding his words, “Why are you here, Manuel?”

“Guess,” Manuel smirked. He stood there calmly, but his presence was sketchy, and it was unsettling.

Jacques composed himself, “Oh, I don’t know. To laugh at me? To borrow something of mine and then never return it? Steal from the queen?”

“Queen?” Manuel asked “Christina lived?”

“Yes, she lived but that’s not the point. I demand to know why you are back in Emelda.”

“Well, you know, I just thought since I’m no longer banished,” Manuel snarled. “I’d come back, visit the kingdom, take a vacation, and see my old and dear friend, El Segundo.”

Jacques adjusted his sash, “Nobody calls me El Segundo anymore; that was just my childhood nickname meaning ‘The Second’ because…”

“Because when we used to have races in the hallways of the castle, you’d always come in second,” Manuel cooed.

“Yes, well people call me Chancellor of Emelda now,” Jacques said, “because while you abandoned Emelda, and went running around breaking into people’s homes, I have been running a kingdom.”

“Abandoning Emelda and running around breaking into people’s homes?” Manuel repeated, “You know perfectly well that I didn’t abandon the kingdom, and I only stole to stay alive. If I’m not mistaken, you are the one who betrayed your kingdom, eh? If I recall correctly, you stayed in power while everybody else, including me and Christina, suffered.” Jacques stiffened. He knew there was no truth to this statement, right? “What do you have to say for yourself now, Chancellor?” Manuel mocked.

“I’ll ask you one more time, Manuel; why are you here?”

Manuel rolled his eyes, “I see you’re still as stubborn as ever. Same party-pooper attitude, now you just have a fancy-pants jacket and a custom-made sash to go with it. But if you must know why I’m here, look in the carriage.”

Manuel noticed for the first time that behind his old companion, sat a horse-drawn carriage. This carriage was stunning. It was a creamy white color with golden trim and sparkling gold wheels. The driver looked confused, as if he had just woken up and been put at the reigns. A window was carved into the side of the carriage, but a set of pine green curtains covered it so nothing could be seen inside.

Jacques looked at Manuel blankly, but Manuel nodded his head in the direction of the carriage. Jacques looked again. This time as he looked carefully, he could see something in the window. A hand pulling back the curtain ever so slightly. A pale slender hand with pine green nail polish. A familiar hand. Past the hand were a pair of dark, dark green eyes that Jacques felt were piercing him. The rest of this person couldn’t be seen, but Jacques could tell they were grinning from ear to pale ear. Jacques couldn’t see the rest of this person’s body, but he didn’t have to. He gasped. “It couldn’t be!” 

Manuel laughed triumphantly, “You’re not the only one who can partner with Francessi.”

“This isn’t possible; Francessi was banished and sentenced to death!” Jacques looked at Manuel, but he merely shrugged and leaned casually against the doorway.

“Francessi has her ways,” Manuel announced. “You know that wand isn’t just for show. You know how powerful it is, and how many lives were lost because of it.”

“Of course,” Jacques responded, “but that doesn’t explain why you’re working for Francessi.”

Manuel snorted, “Come on! You know more than anyone that Francessi has no mercy. You know that even if you try to fight her, she overpowers you. You know that no matter who you are, or what you believe in, at the end of the day you must stay alive. You know more than anyone that if you can’t beat them, join them.”

Jacques looked past Manuel at Francessi scheming in the carriage just feet away from them and shivered, “That’s still no excuse…” Jacques paused.

“No excuse to what?” Manuel continued, “Do you not remember when you used that same excuse to justify…”

Now it was Manuel’s turn to be interrupted. “Who’s there?” a voice called. The voice was Christina. She walked carefully down the stairs.

“Christina!” Manuel called, immediately changing his tone, “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you!”

Christina looked confused, “I’m sorry, have we met?”

Manuel smiled a fake smile, “I’m not surprised you don’t remember me. The last time I saw you, 10 long years ago, you were only a little girl. My name is Manuel Montoya, and I am your cousin’s oldest friend.”

“Manuel Montoya!” Christina remembered. “My parents used to invite you over for dinner almost every night.”

“The more the merrier, they would say,” Manuel added.

“Yes,” Jacques piped in, “you would always eat the food that Christina’s hard-working parents put on the table.” Christina frowned at Jacques.

“It seems like so long ago we were all sitting around the table laughing together, you know, before I was banished for 10 years,” Manuel reported, glaring at Jacques.

Christina sighed, “It seems like everyone in the kingdom was banished for a long time. Francessi caused us all much grief, but she’s gone now.” Jacques knew she was far from gone, and closer than they knew, but he didn’t feel like Christina would believe him. Not after he insulted her. Jacques thought about the whole truth and realized that there were parts of it he didn’t want his cousin to know. Besides, Manuel would probably have some scheme of his own to make sure nobody else knew that he had brought a villain back to Emelda. In fact, Jacques didn’t even know why Francessi or Manuel were here. All he knew was that Victor was shady, suspicious, and a con man. He had to figure out Manuel’s plan.

“It’s such a relief that witch is gone,” Manuel agreed, glancing over at the carriage that had brought him and his “companion” to Emelda.

Christina noticed Manuel’s glance, “That’s a beautiful carriage.”

Manuel looked around nervously, “Yes, well I’m very tired after my journey; maybe the Chancellor would like to invite his old pal in.” Jacques opened his mouth to speak, but Christina ushered Manuel in. Jacques knew Manuel just wanted to make sure Christina didn’t see the carriage, and its wicked occupant, but Christina was already showing Manuel to the dining room table. Jacques sighed, but followed them.

“…and this is where we all used to sit when my parents were done working for the day,” Christina was finishing.

“This all brings back so many wonderful memories!” Manuel said. “Which reminds me, Christina, on my way to the palace I saw a shop selling raspberries. Would you care to go and get some, and maybe bake one of your mother’s famous raspberry pies for us to enjoy later?”

Jacques figured Christina would refuse, saying that she could do that later and instead they should all spend some time together. Jacques was wrong.

“I’d love to! I’ll get going, and tonight we’ll have raspberry pie to celebrate the return of an old family friend.” Christina pranced out of the dining room towards the front door.

“I can’t wait; take your time!” Manuel called out. Jacques could tell he was impatient for Christina to leave. As soon as the two men heard the door close, Manuel folded his hands. “Alright Chancellor,” he began, “now that your ignorant cousin is gone, let’s talk business. It might surprise you to know that I’m not really in Emelda to visit an old acquaintance.” It didn’t surprise Jacques at all. He knew from the moment he opened the door that Manuel wasn’t simply here to vacation. “It may also surprise you to know that Francessi is weak now,” Manuel continued, ignoring Jacques’ silence.

Now this surprised Jacques. He frowned. Francessi, weak? He thought back to all his memories of the evil queen and couldn’t ever imagine calling her weak. Jacques might have reminded Manuel of this if Manuel had not, enjoying Jacques’ puzzled expression, kept rambling.

“Yes, Francessi is weak, which is why she needs me, and I need you.”

“Manuel, just tell me why you’re here.” Jacques was growing impatient himself.

“Ok, ok,” Manuel leaned back in his chair, “so desperate. Well I’m sure you know how it all began. Francessi took over the kingdom. Ten long years ago a powerful witch invaded Emelda and the nation suffered. She banished almost everyone. She killed the king and queen. She shut down Emelda. And when she did, I was sent out with no money, no home, and no hope.” Jacques rolled his eyes. Manuel always had a flare for the dramatic. Besides, Jacques already knew how the story Manuel was telling went and didn’t see the point in him telling it.

“Manuel, I was there when Francessi took over.”

“You certainly were,” Manuel said. “While I was trying to stay alive like everybody else, you were living in luxury. You were only thinking of yourself. You partnered with Francessi! You betrayed your family!”

Jacques gasped. He didn’t know what to say. “I didn’t partner with Francessi.”

Manuel continued, “No, you didn’t partner with her. You worked for her. You became her minion, which is exactly what I am doing now. Since you have a history with Francessi, I figured you would understand my dealing with her. After all, it was your idea.”

“It was not my idea. Do you think I don’t regret working for the woman who killed Christina’s parents?” Jacques asked. He could feel his ears burning.

Manuel ignored Jacques, “Why don’t you just calm down and let me finish my story. Anyway, after 10 brutal years enough people finally fought against Francessi and were able to overthrow her. When they did, she was sentenced to death. Banished, just like everyone else. She was weak. Well, I found Francessi and agreed to get her out of her punishment if she would let me assist her. I only wanted to stay alive, and so did she. Once I started to carry out Francessi’s orders, I found out the reason Francessi was weak. She didn’t possess her wand. The only reason why she couldn’t come right back and take over Emelda, was she didn’t have the wand that did all the work. If she had her weapon, you and your dim-witted cousin would be exiled, or worse. That is, unless you decide to support Francessi to get out of your mess again. The bottom line is, Francessi needs her wand. Which brings me to the plan. The part that involves you. Francessi has been looking all over the country for a material, a kind of jewel that can replace her old wand. So far, we haven’t had any luck. Until we came to Emelda. Francessi believes she has found the material that will work. The deep blue sapphire on Christina’s crown.”

Jacques paused for a moment to take all this in. Learning that the only thing stopping Francessi from stealing the kingdom was a crown that sat in the Royal Treasury, was more than unnerving. He thought back to that morning, and everything that had happened seemed petty now. What Jacques didn’t want to think about was how Manuel’s behavior seemed familiar. Desperate, revengeful, trying to stay alive, doing the bidding of an evil queen. Jacques could see parts of himself in Manuel’s plan, and he didn’t like it at all. What Jacques thought of instead wasn’t any less upsetting. Christina’s crown had belonged to her mother. He knew she wouldn’t hand it over to Francessi, and he told Manuel so.

“Oh, I don’t think you understand,” Manuel replied, “nobody’s handing over anything. Christina can’t know that Francessi is here. Why do you think I sent her to get those fake raspberries? No, Christina is not going to give Francessi her crown. I am. I will give the crown to Francessi, right after someone gives it to me. You. You are going to steal Christina’s crown.”

“I will do no such thing.”

“Oh, but I think you will,” Manuel countered, “because if you don’t steal that crown for me, old friend, I will tell Christina the truth. The truth about you. The truth about how you betrayed her. The truth about how you conspired with the enemy.”

Jacques froze. Steal from Emelda or tell Christina how he abandoned Emelda. Both seemed like betrayal. He would like to say Manuel wouldn’t dare, but he wasn’t sure.

“Speechless, El Segundo?” Manuel asked, “Well how about this, I’ll give you until tonight to make your decision. If you don’t give me the crown by tonight, I’ll expose you and all your secrets to your dear cousin. I’ll give you some time to think it over. Decide wisely.” With that, Manuel strutted out of the room. Jacques could hear the front door shut and the sound of the horse-drawn carriage rattling away. He figured Manuel probably had stolen a hut somewhere to wait with Francessi while Jacques thought things over. But he would be back. Back with Francessi in time for Jacques to deliver Christina’s crown. Or not; not if Jacques told the truth.

Jacques thought about Christina, looking in the market for raspberries she would never find. He sighed. He pictured the crown sitting in the Royal Treasury, and then he thought of the decision he had to make by tonight. Jacques imagined Christina’s reaction upon being told her only family member had abandoned her in order to gain power and security. He cringed. Stealing wouldn’t be so bad. Christina was out in the village, so she wouldn’t catch him. But then he remembered what would happen if he stole the crown. Francessi would use the sapphire on it to create a new wand, gain power once again, and take over the kingdom. What would become of him then? Jacques figured as a last resort he could, perhaps, work for Francessi again. He didn’t like to think that he could be persuaded to join a villain so easily, but he wouldn’t join her, right? What would happen to Christina? Emelda? He couldn’t imagine knowing he was the cause of Francessi’s redemption. Especially after what had happened last time. But then he thought of Christina. Innocent Christina not being able to trust him. Would he be fired from the position of Chancellor and not be able to do the kingdom’s work? He had no idea what to do.

Jacques stood up from the table. He decided to walk towards the Royal Treasury and think. Jacques opened the grand treasury doors that towered over him. When he stepped in, he was blinded by the sparkling jewelry and treasure laid out in cases, stands, and tables. The large windows let in all the shining sunlight. Amid all these valuables was Christina’s crown. It sat in the middle of the room on a grand podium made of solid gold. The crown sat majestically in the room, the light dancing off its deep blue sapphire. Jacques had been in this room before, but not often, and he was dazzled by its charm. He took a couple unsteady steps toward the crown. When Jacques was close enough to see his reflection in the crown’s jewel, he frowned. The man looking back at him looked troubled, like he had been 10 years ago. He wondered if Christina was right about him being old. Jacques took a deep breath. He took his hands out of his pockets and gently lifted Christina’s crown off the podium. Jacques held it carefully in his hands and felt its weight. He walked out of the treasury and headed toward his office to figure out what to do next. Jacques opened the door and standing there staring at him was Christina. He jumped, almost dropping the crown that had belonged to Christina’s mother. He anticipated that Christina wouldn’t be back for at least another hour. Jacques was caught.

“What are you doing with my crown?” Christina was as surprised as Jacques.

Jacques was stuck. “I was just…taking it out to clean it, as part of my job as Chancellor of Emelda.” He hoped this would work. Lucky for him Christina was trusting. Trusting for now.

“Oh, ok then. Well, I’ll let you get back to it. I just got back from town; I didn’t find the raspberries. Hey, where’s Manuel?”

“He, uh, went to the house he is staying at while in Emelda. He said he was exhausted.”

Christina nodded slowly. Jacques hurried past her, leaving her standing at the door to the treasury. Once Jacques was in his office, he locked the door and slumped into his chair for the second time that day. He set the crown down on his desk and examined it. He had stolen the queen’s crown. It didn’t feel right, even though he hadn’t actually left the palace with it. Manuel would be back tonight, waiting for Jacques to hand over the crown. He had time to think about what had just happened and what would happen, but he didn’t want to. He got up and flopped down on his bed. Francessi could take over Emelda again, he thought, and then he was out cold.

Jacques awoke to the sound of a low rumbling coming from outside. He thought it was thunder. It was Francessi. That was worse. The sun was just rising over the mountains. Night had passed. Jacques was late, but so was Manuel. Jacques watched the carriage pull up to the front of the palace. He sat up. The crown was still on his desk. Regret filled him. Grabbing it, Jacques walked down the stairs reluctantly. He hid the crown in one of his pockets right before opening the door. Manuel was there staring at him.

“We meet again.” Manuel rubbed his chin. “Have we made a decision?” Jacques had made a decision. He decided that he wanted Manuel out of Emelda. He decided that he didn’t want Christina to find out about his betrayal, and he decided that stealing the crown, and helping Francessi once more, was the wrong thing to do. Jacques had made many decisions, just not the one Manuel was looking for.

“Well,” Manuel waited, after Jacques didn’t answer him, “are you going to hand over the crown?” Jacques didn’t answer once more, he just straightened his back and grabbed onto the item in his pocket. He pulled the crown out of his coat and showed it to Manuel.

Manuel beamed, “Good decision, partner, good decision. I’ll be taking this,” he announced pulling the item from Jacques’ grip. Jacques looked at the floor. Helpless, he thought. The same feeling he had tried to avoid the last time he helped Francessi. “Well,” Manuel said, as he examined the crown, “I can’t keep Francessi’s waiting.” He walked over to the carriage and drew back the curtain for the first time. There was Francessi, pale, powerless, and staring daggers at Jacques. Francessi’s hair had turned from black to pure white. She was older than the last time Jacques had seen her, but so was he. Anything Jacques wanted to do; it was too late. Manuel handed Francessi the crown. She cackled and broke the sapphire off the crown and threw the rest to the ground shattering it. Francessi pulled out her old broken, dusty wand and stuck the sapphire on top. The wand illuminated the carriage. Francessi let out another sinister laugh and stepped out of the carriage. The wand worked fast. Francessi’s hair immediately turned a dark black, like ink being poured onto a blank page. Her wrinkles faded, and she drew up to her full height. It was transfixing, but terrifying to watch. Francessi walked up to Jacques, who took more than a few steps backwards.

“Thank you, Jacques.” She smirked. “I couldn’t have done this without you. As soon as the kingdom is mine once more, I will make sure to reappoint you as my royal assistant!” Jacques didn’t know what to feel. Terrible, relieved, guilty, petrified. Francessi started to say something else, probably about herself, but at that moment Christina walked into the doorway. Jacques felt history repeating itself in many ways. Christina screamed.

“Hello Christina, enjoying your job as queen?” Francessi said, “You won’t have it for long. What do you say you hand it over to me?” She pointed her wand at a frightened Christina. All Christina managed to get out was How? “How?” Francessi responded, “Why don’t you ask your cousin. We couldn’t have done it without him.” Christina soon realized that “we” meant Francessi and Manuel. She gasped at Manuel, but he just shrugged and leaned against the carriage.

“Jacques, what is she talking about?” Christina asked. Jacques looked at Christina. She looked back, but Jacques couldn’t answer her.

“I’ll tell you what she’s talking about,” Manuel piped in, “Jacques gave the kingdom to Francessi. He stole your crown and gave it to me. That is how her wand is back to its former glory. He was afraid the truth would come out if he didn’t steal from you, but the truth always has a way of coming out anyway. Christina, when Francessi took over this land 10 years ago, you and I, along with all the other Emeldians, suffered. But Jacques stayed in power. Your cousin answered Francessi’s every command in order to stay in Emelda and avoid being hurt. He betrayed you and everyone else in this kingdom. Some Chancellor.”

Christina looked at Jacques, “Is this true?” Jacques didn’t even care that Manuel had broken his end of the deal; he just needed to figure out what to tell Christina. Jacques opened his mouth to speak, but Manuel beat him to it.

“Of course, it’s true! And look, he’s let you down again, all because he was too afraid to face the truth and fess up to you. Well it’s over now, Francessi will take over Emelda once again, and this kingdom will fall!” Christina looked at Jacques and then turned away. She burst into tears. Jacques looked at Manuel in despair. Francessi stepped forward again.

“Yes, Manuel, thank you but I can handle my own tyranny now. But it’s true, Jacques is a traitor,” Francessi revealed, her hands on her hips. “Well, now that my wand is fixed, and Christina is in shock, the only thing left is to become Queen of Emelda. Now stand aside and let me finish this! Christina, unless you want to end up like your poor parents, I suggest you get out of my way,” Francessi aimed her wand at Christina. Jacques couldn’t take it. This was all his fault. All of it. There was no way he was going to get banished, but he wasn’t going to serve Francessi either.

He stepped forward and smacked the wand out of Francessi’s hand. She gave a cry of frustration. The wand landed on the ground halfway between Manuel and Jacques. Francessi started yelling at Manuel, telling him about the consequences of him not retrieving the wand. Manuel lunged for it, but Jacques beat him to it. He stepped on the wand, shattering the sapphire into thousands of tiny pieces. Francessi looked wildly at Jacques but as soon as the wand broke, she fell to the ground, crippling to the old woman she was without the wand to give her strength. Manuel hurried her into the carriage and got in, defeated.

“Until next time old friend,” Manuel said, and with that, he and his villainous boss were gone.

Jacques sighed with relief and frustration. Everything had happened so fast. Francessi was no longer a threat, but he still had the problem of his cousin.

“Christina, what Manuel said about me betraying Emelda, you should know that I only…” Christina hugged Jacques.

“It doesn’t matter,” Christina said gently, “you saved me from Francessi’s wand and stopped her from destroying the kingdom again. Whatever happened in the past, well, that’s in the past. Even if you can’t change it.” She smiled at Jacques.

Jacques looked at Christina and smiled back. Maybe she wasn’t the best queen or the best at running a nation, but she made a pretty good cousin. He watched the fading figure of Francessi and Manuel’s carriage until it disappeared. Jacques looked down at the kingdom of Emelda. He looked at the enormous palace behind them. He looked at Francessi’s wand, hopelessly smashed on the ground. You can’t change the past, Jacques thought, and maybe he didn’t have to.

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[comicbookddr]

Etharah Week Day 1: Domestic Life

Chapter 1

Description: Does Sarah find herself adjusting better to living with Ethan when she has to stay at his house for a couple of days? What does every day life look like for the two of them now that they're temporarily living with each other?

Rating: General Audiences

Word Count: 1,106

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“They’ll be home any minute now,” Ethan said as he peered through his living room window. It was already past midnight and Ethan’s parents were missing.

“They've been late before,” Sarah chuckled, reminiscing on the first time they met. He turned slightly to face her and smiled as well.

“Well I’m exhausted,” Benny yawned, breaking their gaze as they both turned back towards the window. Benny stood up from the couch and stretched his arms out, “I’ll see you guys tomorrow at school.”

“Be careful getting home,” Ethan told his friend.

“It’s only a few meters away, I’m pretty sure I’ll be fine,” Benny said as he attempted to open the front door. The hinge was stuck, and after a few pulls he was able to yank it open.

“You said that when we were 10, and I had to wheel your broken leg around for the entire summer!”

“Point taken,” He sighed, “‘Night Sarah!”

Sarah gave up on looking out the window as she saw Benny trek down the street, his silhouette disappearing behind the wall frame. She sat down on the couch and pulled out her Science textbook from her bag.

“You can head home if you like. Jane’s already asleep and I can wait for my parents to get home,” Ethan said, sitting down next to her.

“It’s okay, I’ll just study here until they get back,” She said as she opened her textbook.

“I’ll stay up with you then!” Ethan said back, scooching closer to see what page she flipped to.

After only 30 minutes of talking about anything but school work and studying, Sarah noticed his eyelids drooping and the yawns he tried to stifle from coming out. When she leaned over to grab her pencil case she caught him rubbing his eyes and let out a real yawn as he stretched backwards.

“You seem pretty tired, just go up and get some sleep, I’ll be fine,” She told Ethan.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, It’s not like I have the ability to feel tired or anything. Plus, they always pay me overtime,” She reminded him.

“Right. I don’t think I’d ever get used to that,” Ethan commented as he stood up.

“Eventually it becomes the new normal. I just haven’t gotten used to forgetting what being human is like yet,” Sarah said.

“Wow, that must be such a trip,” Ethan said back.

“I’m taking it one day at a time. I’ll leave when your parents get home. Now go to bed!”

“Okay babysitter! Just don’t leave an angry note for my mother!”

The two laughed with each other again, catching that glimmer of joy that flashed between their eyes when they went for a look, not daring to stare for too long out of fear for what it might mean for them. Sarah continued to study while sitting on the floor, her highlighters and pens littering the coffee table while she took notes and wrote her flashcards. Ethan stared at the ceiling until his heavy eyes couldn’t handle anymore and fluttered himself into a deep sleep.

Once the sun peered over the horizon and glimmered off the front room windows, Sarah started to get nervous. There was no word from Ethan’s parents, and there was no sign they had been at the house for the whole night. She packed all her things away, then attempted to figure out how their high-tech coffee machine worked. In the quite moments, it was the small things that appeared as useless to a vampire that Sarah found herself enjoying the most. When she was alone in her house before anyone woke up, pouring a cup of coffee and pretending like it gave her that caffeine boost to start the day made her feel… normal.

Ethan woke up in a cold sweat. His dreams always correlated with current events, and from what he could remember as he sped down the stairs, it wasn’t good. Sarah successfully flipped an egg on the pan and cheered at her success, before turning around and seeing a frightened Ethan still in his pajamas.

“I was making you breakfast… as a surprise,” She said, sliding the egg onto a plate arranged with fruit and a bowl of oatmeal. “This is something I used to eat all the time when I had the chance to make it.”

“Thanks,” Ethan said, swallowing hard and composing himself, “That’s really nice of you.” He couldn't muster up the power to give her a frown

“What’s wrong?” Sarah asked, her smile falling as well.

“My parents. Are they here?”

“I waited all night for them. They never came home.”

Ethan checked his wrist watch that he refused to take off, fearing that he’d forget to wear it one day and his entire schedule would be thrown off since he wouldn’t be on time for anything.

“I need to get Jane to school,” He said, dashing to the stairs to get dressed.

“I can take Jane! I need to head back home to eat and change anyway!” Sarah shouted to him.

She looked down at the plate of food and grabbed one of the strawberries, placing it in her mouth and making note that ones Ethan had were sweeter than the ones she remembered having years ago before she changed.

She heard a loud crash. She ran up the stairs within a second, only to see Ethan on the floor, groaning in pain.

“I fell down,” He said.

“I can see that,” Sarah said with concern (but laughing a little inside), reaching for his arm to pull him up.

“Where could they be? Why wouldn’t they come home?” Ethan asked, rubbing the side of his head.

“What if they’re actually in the house? Like that time they were turned into dolls?” Sarah questioned.

“Or what if they ended up skipping town again like when they were under that doughnut spell?” Ethan questioned back.

“Your parents really disappear a lot, don’t they?”

“But never like this. Never without precedent,” He responded, feeling dejected and staring at the floor.

“How about this: I’ll call them, and you get dressed. I can take Jane to school, and we can meet up before class.”

“Sounds good!” Ethan said, closing his door to get dressed.

He threw open the door real quick and turned to her: “By the way, thanks for making me breakfast,” He said with a quick smile before closing the door again.

And there it was. That glimmer of joy that only lasted the fleeting second between the two of them before moving on to their lives, that flutter in their chest giving them that power to conquer anything.

Thanks for reading! I wasn't planning on writing multiple chapters, but I got swept away with the writing so I'll try my best to update as soon as possible. I haven't had time to edit so apologies if there are any grammatical errors. Lmk what you think! Thanks for reading!

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[cephalofrog]

I'm getting into welcome home I guess so deep dive into some spoiler-y content below the cut.

a deep dive into the staff-only page.

I've had a horrible cold forming over the course of me looking into this today. coincidence??? (yes)

also I already wrote a bunch of stuff then tumblr deleted half of it when I ctrl+z'd then I tried to get it back and deleted the entire fucking post. today is not my day

the upside down + censored text reads:

Ring-ring. Hello? Can you hear me? Call back soon, please.

Ring-ring. Ring. Hello? Can you hear me? Call back soon, please.

repeated 6 times, followed by:

Ring. Ring ring. Ring. Won't you please pick up?

the images all appear to be taken wherever the question answerer (QA) is based, judging by the notes on the table and the entry in QA's notebook. this is mostly interesting since it means that, if the thing in photo 3 is the portal that connects the world of WH and our world, it's found wherever QA is located rather than wherever the welcome home restoration project (WHRP) is located.

I've tried to find the highest quality versions of each image.

update: did a bit of looking into the source and found alt text names for the images.

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not sure what this photo is of - the wall with the post-its on is either the one to the left of the desk (from our perspective) or the one opposite, since it has no visible grime. maybe the curtain hides the entrance to the room?

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photo of the full desk with most of the items in the photographs on. note the paint cans in the corner - if they're there on purpose, that could be important.

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the apple is fake.

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the block capitals handwriting appears to consistently be QA's. the mouseover caption mentions wally's name in the response email despite it not really being readable in this photo.

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I think this is stuck to a wall? but doesn't seem to be what is shown in the first photo? the note on the left was written by QA, and the blacklight note may have been as well (judging by the block capitals). this canonises some of the art from clown's website. interesting to see some spooky stuff involving frank becoming canon at this stage, given that he doesn't appear be aware of anything going on right now.

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an alternative angle of the desk, showing that another piece of the art from clown's website is on the wall. you can also clearly see a paint roller - again, if that's there on purpose, that's pretty notable.

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this blacklight note was most likely written by someone in the WHRP, probably the one who first received the envelopes (and therefore wrote the entry in the notebook in photo 18). the number of people in the WHRP is pretty unclear to me. more than one judging by the plural in the upper paragraph.

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note most likely written by QA.

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check out the weird black stuff around the edges of the paper. the paper on the far left has some of the content warnings for WH on. content warnings for the exhibition?

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the art style reminds me of wally but there's not really any way to know who drew this.

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written by QA. since the website is maintained by the WHRP it seems that the phones ringing are consistent between anyone getting involved with WH.

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the notebook on the left belongs to the WHRP, the one on the right belongs to QA. both post-it notes were written by QA. the script is the same as the one from the woxyve page.

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a better view of the pieces of paper on the floor.

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this looks so weirdly like a painting to me.

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I'm not sure what the drawings in the background are (the ones on the left are fully visible in the next photo), but I believe the main spread is from the WHRP's notebook, not QA's. I'm fairly certain the writing reads:

"The House

That Home"

inside the house, and

"You

You"

inside the heart.

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this is what I'm fairly sure on. someone let me know if I'm an idiot and there's a better photo/caption available somewhere.

transcript:

"Hello. <something unknown in top right corner>

My name doesn't matter. I am here to catalogue something. I'm not sure it's fully real. But it must be, I'm holding all the evidence in my hands. Pictures. Characters. Text I can barely read. It's called "Welcome Home", and it looks like it might've been a childrens <unknown>. Like I said, I can't tell.

It was sopping wet when I found it. When I first reached into one of the brightly colored envelopes, my hand was already covered in some <unknown> <unknown> material. It feels like antiques are always covered in some kind of grime. I'm going to <unknown> up what I have and do a little more digging.

There's only one name I can make out right now. Wally. Probably important but like I said I'll keep looking.

XOXO"

if anyone has any corrections or additions let me know.

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probably written by QA.

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a show showing the stuff on the right side of the desk. maybe notable that there are handprints on the wall.

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another piece of art from clown's website is canonised. I'm glad, this piece is cool.

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showing the signing from wally under the blacklight on the email with the worksheet attached. the text underneath the blacklight pen appears to be typed in all caps.

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post-it written by QA. not entirely sure what this is - the caption calls it a television but it is very small. the phone on the right is very different to the talking telephone toy.

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the text underneath the blacklight pen appears to be typed. judging by the worksheet email, it could be wally adding the invisible text, or it could have been the member of the WHRP who sent the email.

update: there are some other images, mostly decorative ones around the page with potentially notable names. this post is running out of image space so I'll make a new one with those: here

#welcome home #welcome home spoilers

[mattsturniolosmuse]

Hate Me No More

Summary: You and Soda have been enemies since sixth grade. You both work at the DX, and you always seem to be able to avoid him. But, Soda takes it a step further this time.

Warning: MDNI, smut, oral (m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, making out, teasing, haters to lovers, public sex, squirting

18+ only!!! Also I didn't edit so.... yeah. I also take requests!!!

*Flashback to grade 6*

You placed your invention on the table, beside your friend, Macy. The judges were just looking through everyone's project. As the judge past yours, he nodded approvingly and wrote something down on his clipboard, smiling. You knew you had it in the bag. You've won this thing every year since first grade.

You smirked at Soda, who was always second place. You stuck your tongue out at him.

As the judge approached the stage, he waved for everyone to quiet down.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am so happy to be here yet again. We have so much talent in this school, and I believe that everybody deserved first place." He glances down at his clipboard.

"I am happy to announce this years winner as..." You started to get up.

"Sodapop Curtis!" The auditorium erupted in cheers. You sat down, fuming. Your jaw dropped as Soda walked past your table and gave you the finger.

>>>><<<<

*Present day*

Clang. Clang. Clang. Clang.

The noise was driving you crazy. You knew that Soda was working on a car, but did he have to make so much noise?

"Oy! Shut the fuck up!" You yell into the back. The noise continues, louder, if possible. You roll your eyes and walk back into the room.

"I said shut up!" You scream over the clanging. Soda rolls out from the bottom of the car, a wrench in hand.

"Sorry, couldn't here. I was trying to drown out the sound of your existence." He said.

"Yeah, well the customers are complaining." Your said, crossing your arms. Soda glances at your chest. You smirk. Your shirt was low cut, and crossing your arms made your breasts look larger.

"Like what you see?" You say, walking back to the cashier stand.

"Get the fuck back here." Soda says. You stop, turning around.

"Why?" You say, annoyed. All of a sudden, Soda had you pressed up against the wall.

"Because I said so, brat." He replies, tightening his grip in you as you try to break free.

"Now. What I want you to do is get on your knees and suck me off." He says. Your eyes widen. Wetness pools in your panties.

"N-no." You say stubbornly. Soda forces you down on your knees.

"I said suck it." He says.

You had to admit, this side of Soda was turning you on. As much as you didn't want to submit to him, he had made you really horny, and you hadn't fucked anyone for months.

You slowly undo his belt, pulling down his jeans along with his boxers.

"Hurry the fuck up." He says impatiently. You lick all the way up his shaft, kissing his tip, angry red and throbbing. You take a tiny bit in your mouth, and Soda pushes you fully onto him.

"God! Right there." He moans, tugging in your hair. Drool drips down your chin, as tears leak out of your eyes. You gag.

"Does my cock taste good, baby?" Soda asks you. You moan in response. He pulls you off of him.

"What?" He asks.

"Yes. So good." You say, and he attaches your mouth back onto him. He twitches in your mouth.

"Swallow my cum, baby." He says, and his load shoots down your throat. You swallow, and he stands you up, smashing his lips onto yours. You pull away for a breath.

"I hate you." You say.

"Don't." He says.

He pushes you against the wall once again, pulling down your jeans. You grab the hems of your shirt and pull it over your head. Soda does the same with his own shirt. You moan at the sight of his abs.

"Goddamn." You say, kissing him. He smirks into your mouth, forcing his tongue into your mouth, clashing against yours. Soda's hand reaches around your back and unclasps your bra, letting it fall to the floor.

His lips move to your neck and chest, his teeth biting at the flesh, leaving hickeys all over. You moan slightly. Soda slips his fingers into the sides of your panties, slowly pulling them down.

"Goddamnit, hurry the fuck up!" You say. Soda chuckles.

"Jump." He says. You do, and he grasps your waist, his cock slipping into your wet folds.

"S-so tight." He moans out, pulling out and slamming back in.

"I need t-time" You moan, your nails digging into his back, surely drawing blood.

"Take it. You're gonna take my cock, baby." He says, pounding faster. More tears pour out of your eyes as Soda buries his face in your chest. You start meeting his thrusts with grinds, and he goes deeper inside of you.

"Soda! God, f-faster!" You moan, biting his ear. He obeys, fucking you at an inhumanly pace. You feel yourself clench around him.

"I-i'm so close" You moan out, going slack against him.

"I can feel you clenching, babe. Cum all over my cock. Let me know h-how good I make you feel." He says. A few thrusts later, you squirt all over him. He continues going, and he places you on the floor, releasing all over your stomach. He kisses your forehead, your nose, then your lips.

"You don't hate me." He says. You frown.

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't." You respond. He smashes your lips against yours.

"I love you." You admit. He smiles.

[vinjaryou]

💕 Thank you for sharing those writing questions with me, my dude. They're very good. Also, I have a few here for you in return! 1. Share a song that makes you think of [fic title] 5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write? 18. What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic?

you're welcome! I have quite a few memes in my drafts that I need to post/answer, eep, lol (and I might have reblogged your latest one too, XD)

a list of fanfic writer asks

1: share a song that makes you think of...

Did you have a specific one in mind you wanted to ask about? For this one though, I'll go with a more recent piece - both Godsmack's Under Your Scars and Seal's Kiss From a Rose both get me thinking about kintsugi. To get a little more specific, the former when Reilena notices the peek of one of Vincent's scars that he's tried to hide, and then when he gives her permission to undo his shirt and bare some of them to her, and the latter is when the piece turns more tender and sweet heat, the quiet end of the song going with Vincent's silent 'thank you' as they fall asleep in each other's arms.

5: what's a fic idea you've had that you will never write?

That is a very good one, because I'll generally jot down any idea I have, it just depends on whether or not it ever GOES anywhere, so I can't really say I'd NEVER write it, lol. I have notes for a werewolf AU - literally just a single scene - and then a random Tekken/FFVII scene that I still kinda want to put to paper just because I really like it (and it hammers in that Vincent Valentine would make more sense in the Tekkenverse than Akuma ever would, yes I am still very salty about him being randomly stuck in the Mishima storyline no I will not get over it, lol).

I have a bad tendency to put fics on indefinite hiatus more than just not write them - I have 3 multichaps that have been abandoned for different reasons, but I still have the notebooks and writing for them if I ever wanted to pick them back up (and I still know how one of them ends, even though I never wrote the actual ending, lol).

That said, I have a couple AUs with a former RP partner that I've put on a permanent backburner because they bring up pretty iffy memories. So I think we'll go with that. I'll never write (more) for those; the notes and scenarios that have been written will just stay in their folder for now.

18: what's one of your favorite lines that you've written in a fic?

'If it is a sin to love another, then may I be forever damned.' Wrote it in an unfinished Ancient Egypt Yuugiou canon/oc fic literal decades ago, and it still sticks with me to this day. Will I ever manage to work it into another fic? Hopefully, because I feel that it could work with Vincent and Reilena, too.

For a couple more recent ones...

“You deserve to live, to love and be loved, Vincent. You have atoned enough.” - Lucrecia Crescent, to sleep, and dream of the sweet

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“Can’t, or won’t?” Bluntly asked as he held an ashtray out, waiting for Vincent to drop the spent cigarette butt inside. Setting the plastic tray back on a nearby table, Cid leaned against the wall beside his friend, his own cigarette still stuck between his lips. “Maybe I don’t know yer entire life story – you keep that shit locked up tight, and it ain’t my place to ask just now – but what I do know is that we don’t have a lotta time left, and if you don’t do anythin’ now, it’s gonna be one more thing to add to yer list of regrets before our final showdown.” - Cid Highwind, if i had asked you out that night

(taking liberties with that last one, because I just really like how bluntly Cid tells Vincent to go say something dammit, XD)

#asheanon #thanks for the ask! #vinrei #i love rambling about writing feel free to ask more if you'd like! #so many links in this post it might get lost in the zelda timeline /bad joke #hi i ramble #also yes headcanon is that Vincent is an occasional stress smoker

[cloudlessly-light]

OH MY GOD STARTING FROM PAGET'S TWEET LAST NIGHT CAN YOU WRITE SOMETHING SMUT AND SOFT???

Hi Anon I really hope you meant the tweet of Paget looking at Thoms because this is what I'm basing the prompt off lol

Rating: Explicit 

Warnings: Smut, soft, kind of wondering if I even wrote something this soft? 

She never really noticed it. Never saw the glances directed her way, or the softness in his dark orbs from across the room. She never realized that her boss always looked at her first when the team all entered a room together, or that he sought her out in the crowd. She didn't notice because she was too busy hiding the way she kept staring at him. She'd watch him quietly, glance at him on the plane while travelling, study the bridge of his nose and the way his brow furrowed as he was stuck deep in thought. She loved to watch him because she was in love with him.  

She thought she’d be stuck being in love with him for as long as they worked together, but then one night she caught him. They were all seated around a table at a small sheriff's station in a town in Montana. She was leaning back in her chair, her head falling back as she tried to release the tension in her neck and when she looked up he was looking right at her. His eyes lingered on her neck, then travelled up until he met her eye and he didn’t look away, so neither did she. 

He looked at her in a way that made her heart beat faster, his brown orbs gentle and kind, a light in them she was sure she hadn’t seen since Haley.  

And suddenly she felt like couldn't breathe. 

The knock on her hotel door that night doesn’t surprise her but she can still feel the quickening of her heart, feel her breath somehow become a little shallower. She opens the door to find him on the other side, still mostly dressed in his suit but the jacket and tie are gone. 

“Hi.” She breathes and she feels silly, her cheeks already reddening at her state of undress. 

“Hi.” He looks almost as nervous as she feels and it calms her somewhat. “Can I come in?” 

“Yes, of course.” She steps to the side and as she does her shoulder connects to the wall with a thud, and she wants to curse herself for suddenly not knowing how to act around him.  

“Are you alright?” His eyebrows knit together as he steps forward, puts his warm, heavy hand on her shoulder and strokes it and she see it again, that look. 

“Yeah I’m fine.” It comes out quiet and soft and nothing like herself and she can’t seem to look away from his dark stare. “Hotch I-”  

Before she can finish his lips are on hers, soft and gentle as he slowly explores her mouth with his. She sighs as his tongue licks at the seam of her lips, wordlessly asking for entry as she opens her mouth to him. Her hands find their way to his neck, pulls him against her as his large hands circle her waist, thumbs stroking over her ribs in such a tender way. 

When he breaks apart from her she takes a moment to catch her breath as his forehead presses against hers. 

“Should we talk about this?” She asks quietly, her eyes closing as his hand strokes her cheek. 

“We will, later.” He promises before kissing her again, this time it’s a little harder, his lips pressing against hers with more urgency as he moves them around the small hotel room. 

She gasps against him as his hands move to the shirt she’s wearing, the warmth of his hands heating up her cool skin as he pulls the material of her body. She busies herself with the buttons on his shirt as he starts stroking along her body, gets her sleeping shorts off her legs before laying her down on the bed. 

Emily stares up at him as he removes the rest of his clothes before joining her on the bed. His large body covers hers as he kisses her cheek, along her jaw and down her neck. He licks over her pulse and smiles at it races under her skin. 

“I’ve wanted this for so long.” He whispers against her ear and she lets out a breathless moan. 

“Me too.” She wraps her legs around him, keeps him against her as he continues to kiss the skin he can reach. She feels him pressing against her, hard and hot as he grinds against her thigh, leaves a smear of precum on her skin and she feels the way she clenches around nothing. 

He moves in between her legs, lets out a low groan when he feels how slick she is against his cock. When he looks down at her with a silent question she’s already nodding. 

“I’m sure.” She says because she knows he’s about to ask and there’s not a doubt in her mind that she wants this.  

He pushed forward slowly, groans against her ear as she stretches around him, tight and hot and feeling like she was made for him. When he’s fully inside of her he kisses her again, smiles at the breathless sound of his name that falls from her lips as he starts to rock against her.  

She moves to meet each of his thrusts with a push of her own hips, grinds against him as her lips move against the skin of his shoulder and up his neck. She licks the sweat of his skin as he pushes her higher and higher.  

“Aaron...” She gasps as her orgasm builds agonizingly slow, making her feel like ever nerve ending was on fire.  

“Let go Em, let me feel it.” It’s almost pleading, the way his voice trembles just slightly as he moves a little faster against her, feels her clench harder around him.  

He kisses her as she starts to tremble against him, swallows down her moans as she falls apart underneath him. He keeps thrusting through her pleasure, drags it out for as long as possible until her moans have turned into low whimpers and her tight grip on his shoulders relax. When he comes only a few minutes later it hits him hard, the pleasure knocking the breath out of him as he grinds against her until he’s spent and panting. 

She kisses him as he rolls them over, enjoys the feeling of his hard body against hers as she snuggles into his chest. He strokes gentle fingers along her spine, pulls her close to him like he’s afraid that she’ll leave. But how could she when she felt the happiest she had in years? 

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