#adrian forks

[mdshh]

Some more pictures of the big day 🥂

#ts4 gameplay #ts4 screenshots #ts4 legacy #forks legacy #carter forks #chloe mercer #tyler forks #sasha sanchez #aurora forks #adrian forks #robin wildflower by druidberries #liam forks #amy forks #jack forks #gen 2

[demigoddessqueens]

Imma spoon 🥄

#tvedit #netflix #castlevania #alucard fahrenheit tepes #alucard adrian tepes #alucard x y/n #alucard x you #alucard x reader #alucard castlevania x reader #adrian x reader #adrian tepes x reader #alucard x oc #adrian tepes #Adrian tepes x you #headcanons #Adrian tepes x y/n #imma smooch him #imma spoon 🥄 I wanna fork 🍴 😉😏

[lighthousepigeons]

Lia: You need to spend more time with Creigh.

Adrian, loud sigh: I would rather s*ab a fork through my eye.

Lia: For Anni?

Adrian: Fine.

[Later]

Creighton: Why did you bring me along on one of your jobs?

Adrian: My version of bonding time, now drop the pill in the water before the target comes back.

Creighton: *pours the sleeping pill in the water and stirs with his finger*

Creighton: *absentmindedly puts the same finger in his mouth*

Creighton: *passes out*

Adrian:

Adrian: Oh for fuc-

Adrian, carrying Creighton on his shoulder escaping: This is for Annika. This is for Annika. This is for Annika.

#rina kent

[soulmate-game]

I guess I have to make up for AO3’s crash by dipping into my google docs and uploading every chapter of The Heroes’ Game on here for you guys. Once I run out of reruns of The Heroes’ Game, I’ll just have to start cranking out new chapters/fics/one shots.

Sigh. Look what I do for my your boredom.

—*—*—*—*—*

Chapter 1

Soulmates. That gooey, gushy, over-sentimentalized, overly relied-upon concept that was unfortunately (or fortunately, for romantics) very real. But unlike stories or movies, it was not uniform. There was not one universal soulmark or set type of soul bond. There were romantic soulmates, platonic soulmates, even familial soulmates (a subdivision of the above platonic, more specific yet stronger due to the distinction). But not only were the types of soul bonds broken into three separate categories, but the variety of types of soulmarks that a pair (or triad, in some rare cases) could end up with was still being discovered. Already, there were almost a hundred different catalogued forms that a soul bond could come in. All of them studied and confirmed by both science and magic as being valid. Even the timing that a soul bond chose to reveal itself could vary individual to individual.

Which led to the current dilemma.

A certain half-Asian girl with her blue-black hair up in pigtails was forced to watch as a blond boy and Japanese girl gaped at one another. As everyone present watched, bright spiraling designs that seemed to be made of light itself etched themselves on one arm of both teens, starting from where their hands gripped one another. The blond had tripped down the stairs, only for his hand to be caught by the smaller Asian girl and bright light to erupt from their palms.

The half-Asian, half-French girl at the bottom of the stairs could only observe in mute dismay as a swirling foil of pulsing maroon light sank itself into the right arm of Adrian Agreste, bright neon green markings adding detail to the stylized weapon. A matching symbol, orientation flipped and colors inverted, etched itself in glowing light on the right arm of Kagami Tsurugi.

They were soulmates.

The only person in Marinette’s class other than herself without a visible soul mark or completed bond (until now), the only person Marinette had believed herself capable of being with, had a soul mate. And by the way they stared into each other’s eyes even as Adrien continued to dangle perilously over the concrete steps, it wasn’t platonic.

Marinette felt cold, as if someone had stuffed a funnel down her throat just to dump ice directly into her stomach.

When Chat Noir immediately stopped hitting on Ladybug only to apologize in private and reveal he had met his soulmate, Marinette connected the dots. The magic of the Miraculous helped protect the identities of the wielders, but could not hold up against significant hard proof. That, and Marinette was getting more and more immune to the lesser Miraculous magic as she trained to become the next Guardian.

On the rooftops, Chat was still her partner. Despite showing up less often during Akuma attacks or nightly patrols due to having dates, he was still reliable whenever he showed up. But as Adrien Agreste, he and Marinette had never been further apart.

—*—*—*—*—*

“Still sulking?” The all-too-familiar voice of Chloe Bourgeois cut through Marinette’s intrusive thoughts, the usually haughty tone surprisingly gentle. After quite a bit of time, introspection, and character development, Chloe had become a good friend of Marinette’s. Still incredibly hard to tolerate at times, but dependable.

The black haired girl just groaned, dropping her face into her hands. “He was my first real crush, Chloe,” the girl complained, clearly still hurt. “I loved him. Or I thought I did, anyway. You can’t expect me to heal from it all that quickly.”

“Of course not,” The blond heiress agreed easily, shrugging even as she put a forkful of food in her mouth. Maybe trying to have girl talk with Marinette on the fourth floor of a five-star hotel wasn’t the best idea, her short friend being incredibly uncomfortable in the atmosphere despite her personally made clothing being more than acceptable for the environment. “But it’s been two months, Mari. It’s time to straighten your spine, and get out there looking again! You don’t need Adrien, just like you don’t need Alya or sausage-hair or any of the idiots that flock with them in our class,” the girl reasoned. “Adri-kins is sweet, but he has the entirely wrong approach to Lila, you know. Convincing you to stay quiet was the worst advice he could have given. Staying quiet would never have allowed me to change or see that what I was doing was wrong,” Chloe pointed out. “Why would it work for her?”

“Adrien is just being careful,” Marinette defended weakly, pushing her salad around her plate disinterestedly. Knowing he was Chat just made her sympathize with his motives even more. He didn’t know Ladybug was in his class to back him up instantly, after all. But still, Marinette knew Chloe was right. Adrien might have good intentions, but his execution of them left a lot to be desired. “He doesn’t want another Akuma.”

“We get Akumas every week, he should just suck it up. We get even more Akumas from her lies than we would if everyone knew what she was doing,” the blond girl continued easily, not giving in to her friend’s weak excuses. “Besides, telling you to be quiet just puts you at the most risk of Akumatization. He should know that. It’s a miracle it hasn’t happened to you yet,” Chloe’s perfect babydoll-pink lips thinned as she stabbed a piece of chicken on her plate. “Lucky for all of us, not that he knows that.”

Marinette just sighed in agreement. “Can we just, you know, stop talking about this?” The meeker of the two asked gently, finally managing a mouthful of greens. “This is supposed to be our girl time. Ever since you transferred schools, we’ve had less and less time to just hang out.”

Chloe frowned, but gave in with a nod. “Sure, sure. Oh! Daddy told me about how you won that Wayne Enterprises competition for your class!” Chloé suddenly perked up, leaning over the table in newfound enthusiasm, her suddenly exclamation making the rich crowd around them side-eye the two teenage girls. Marinette flailed her arms in an attempt to get her friend to calm down and be quiet, an attempt that she should have known would be futile. All Chloe did was lean slightly back towards her own chair. “Well?! Are you excited to be going to Gotham?”

“Of course I am,” Marinette finally stopped trying to calm down her excitable friend. “Being able to travel to America, study the fashion of Gotham City, be inspired by the foreign landscape—“ Marinette sighed dreamily, not unlike the way she used to sigh over Adrien. Her hands even cradled her cheeks as she lost herself momentarily to her daydreams. Her hands dropped as the illusion was ruined by the memory that— “The whole class is going though, so it’s going to be an uphill battle to avoid Liar Rossi spoiling the whole trip.”

“Nope, you said you didn’t want to talk about her. This conversation will be sausage-hair free until dinner is over, at the least,” Chloe chided lightly. “I heard Bruce Wayne himself is inviting your class to a charity gala at the end of the trip, and that you will be presenting a speech as an honored guest and owner of the winning submission!” Chloé gasped suddenly, dropping her fork onto her plate with a cacophonous clatter. “Oh. Em. Gee. You’re designing your own dress, aren’t you? Who am I kidding, of course you are!” Chloé squealed in delight. “MDC, strutting her skills overseas, it’s glorious!”

“Shh, Chloe!” Marinette went right back to flailing her arms uselessly. “There’s a reason I haven’t publicly come out as MDC yet! Someone will hear you!” The short blue-eyed girl was looking around the room frantically. The waiters wouldn’t dare kick out the mayor’s daughter, but other patrons were already leaving early or requesting a different floor in order to escape the infamous Chloe Bourgeois Chaos. On the bright side, none of them seemed to be paying any attention to what the young rich girl had actually said.

“Oooh,” Chloe leaned over the table again with a wide, mischievous grin. “What if you finally meet your soulmate?” Her smile widened impossibly. “Of course you’d have an American soulmate. Someone blunt, maybe, to combat your constant worrying. He’d have to always tell you upfront exactly how he feels or else you’d constantly be worried about misinterpreting them,” the girl mused, completely ignoring Marinette’s groaning and moaning about how embarrassing she was being. “And everyone knows that nobody does Blunt quite as well as Americans. Ooh, I wonder what your mark is gonna be!”

“Hopefully something invisible,” Marinette finally spoke up, her remark a mere grumble as her nose scrunched up. “It would kind of ruin the whole secret identity thing if it was noticeable, right? Do soul bonds even care about secret identities? Oh no,” Marinette blanched, spiraling in true Marinette Dupain-Cheng fashion. “What if it’s on my face? The magic can’t hide something that identifiable! Everyone will know who I am, and then Hawk Moth will attack my family and isolate me and attack me out of costume or akumatize me, and then he’ll make his wish, and then world war three will actually happen, and—“ The ramble was thankfully stopped by perfectly manicured hands slapping over Marinette’s mouth, one blond eyebrow raised at her as Chloe kept the word vomit from continuing stubbornly.

“No. Stop catastrophizing, the worst-case scenario doesn’t always happen, girl. La—“ Chloe glances around the suddenly half-empty room and lowered her voice. “You know who is such a deep part of you that there’s no way your soul bond will ignore that. I seriously doubt it will cause your identity to come out.”

Marinette’s shoulders slumped in relief. She waited until Chloe removed her hands and sat back down before saying softly; “I just wish you could come with me. Then it would be bearable.”

Chloé gave one of her oh-so-rare soft smiles to the smaller girl, nodding. “I know. I wish I could go too, but I can’t miss a whole month of school. But you’ll have Alix with you, which is better than nothing. And besides, everyone in Paris knows I’m Queen Bee,” Chloe flipped her hair haughtily, making Marinette grin. “I wouldn’t want to intimidate Gotham’s heroes.”

“In other words,” Marinette started slyly, a teasing grin overtaking her lips as she avoided Chloe’s gaze playfully. “You don’t want to risk attracting the attention of Gotham’s rogues because you couldn’t handle them, right?”

Chloe spluttered in denial, tossing her napkin at Marinette in false anger. “How dare you! The Queen Bee can handle any villain!” Chloe became serious again. “Be careful while you’re over there, yeah? Me, Ryuuko, and Viperion can keep Paris safe while you’re gone but you will only have Alix.”

And Chat, Marinette thought to herself, but Chloe doesn’t need to know that.

“It’s better if Ladybug doesn’t appear in Gotham at all,” Marinette agreed, “So I’ll be as careful as possible. The less evidence anyone has to connect me and Ladybug, the better.”

Chloe nodded. “Of course. Now, did you see Clara’s last music video?” The blond heiress/superhero was turned into a common teenager again as she squealed in delight. “It. Was. Fabulous. And the dress you made her for it? I want one.”

—*—*—*—*—*

Of course this would happen. Marinette stood in the lobby of the hotel where her and her class were staying while in Gotham, with no classmates or teachers in sight and the bus she was supposed to board already gone. At least I’m fluent in English, or else I’d be screwed, she thought to herself. Resigned to the fact that she wouldn’t be able to catch up to the bus, Marinette instead went over to the hotel information desk and asked for directions to the Gotham Museum of History, where her class had left to visit.

At least she had money for a cab.

A cab that apparently decided to kick her out two blocks from her destination in favor of picking up a couple that were positively dripping in expensive jewelry. Marinette dusted herself off, adjusting her purse on her shoulder with a frown. She couldn’t blame him for looking after his own finances, but he didn’t have to chase after tips that blatantly. The girl didn’t even bother arguing with the man, simply handing over the cash she owed him before turning in what she thought was the right direction, if she was reading the map on her phone correctly. It was already dark out, not surprising considering how their plane had arrived in the afternoon and they only got a few hours to rest before visiting the museum as their first activity of the trip.

Quickly memorizing what she thought was the right route, Marinette tucked her phone back into her purse and smiled at Tikki, who hid inside it. “Alright,” Marinette whispered to her Kwami. “I hope I haven’t missed too much!”

Quickly closing her bag, the girl started off towards her destination.

And promptly got lost.

“I thought I saw it this way…” she groaned to herself when she realized she didn’t recognize anything around her, and it had only gotten darker in the past half hour she had been walking. At least being Ladybug keeps me in shape.

Marinette straightened her shoulders, resigning herself to retracing her steps for the twentieth time. She turned on her heel, walking forward as her bright blue eyes scanned her surroundings for anything that might lead her to the museum.

Until she realized the street was oddly empty, and a soft crunch of glass sounded from behind her. Marinette had prepared for this, at least. I’m being followed. Careful to remain calm and keep on walking as if nothing was wrong, Marinette strained her ears and eyes. She managed to catch a glimpse of her tail in a window— tall, broad shouldered, biceps like hams. The girl frowned. She could easily outmaneuver someone twice her size, but it would draw a lot of attention.

Firmly in Ladybug Mode, Marinette slowed down just enough to let the guy come a bit closer, before she veered sharply into an alley. Risky? Yeah, but it would be much less likely to make a spectacle of herself when she handed the guy his ass.

Sure enough, it didn’t take long for the guy to attempt to grab her. As soon as she felt his hand reaching for her though, Marinette easily clamped onto his wrist and used her momentum to hurl the assailant over her shoulder. The large body hit the gravel roughly on his back, letting out a moan that was half pain and half anger. Marinette backed up just enough to stay out of the man’s immediate range, her eyes continuing to dart around.

He hadn’t been alone.

His boots are good quality, so are his cargo pants. No gun, but several knives on his belt. Professional, not out to kill. Capture? As soon as Marinette saw two other guys dressed identically to the man now pulling himself back up to a standing position come out to surround her in the alley, she put it all together. Each newcomer had a tranq gun trained on her. Traffickers.

Ever the improviser, Marinette quickly rolled out of the way of the first few darts shot at her and grabbed a misshapen hunk of wood from the ground to block the next two projectiles like a warped shield. Lunging to her feet, she whipped the chunk of wood at one man with deadly precision, the plank hitting him square across the forehead hard and fast enough to knock him out.

One down. The guy she had initially thrown over her shoulder took advantage of her distraction to wrap his large arms around her, trapping her own against her torso. Not one to be trapped for long, Marinette jumped up and flipped herself upside down so that her legs wrapped around the guy’s neck, and twisted so that her body weight unbalanced him. Combined with his sudden lack of oxygen and field of view, the guy stumbled just enough for Marinette to get one arm free and slam her elbow into his most sensitive area. The guy released her with a howl, and Marinette twisted into a three-point landing. She paused only long enough to slam the side of her arm into a pressure point on howling man’s neck that knocked him out before springing up to face the—

Marinette paused. The last attacker was already tied up, a much different muscular form holding the cursing man a few inches above the ground.

Batman.

“You know, you shouldn’t walk around Gotham at night,” a casual voice sounded from behind her, making Marinette swing around to face Nightwing. The blue vigilante was leaned against the wall, with the first guy Marinette had knocked out already tied up at his feet. “But that was pretty good fighting. You made a few unnecessary moves, but overall not half bad.”

A third figure dropped down from a nearby roof, making Marinette whip her head to the side for a third time. Ugh, I’ll get whiplash at this rate. How are they able to move so noiselessly? The last figure was Robin, who made short work of tying up the last guy before standing and staring straight at Marinette. He crossed his arms, and the French girl suddenly had the feeling she was about to be scolded.

“What were you thinking, leading them into an alley? Are you an idiot?” Were the first words Robin said, instantly making Marinette puff her cheeks out in indignation. How dare he?!

“Robin,” Batman interrupted whatever retort Marinette had been about to make. “Ducking into the alley made it less likely that anyone else would be caught in the fight. It was not necessarily bad a move. That being said,” the most experienced hero in the alley turned to the girl in pigtails. Marinette gulped. It was really intimidating, having Batman’s state focused solely on her. She forced herself to stand as straight as possible. “It was still incredibly reckless. You had no idea how many people were following you, or what their skill level was. I highly suggest you act with much more caution next time. Or better yet, don’t travel Gotham alone even during the day.”

“I’ll be careful,” Marinette agreed, the three heroes instantly picking up on her French accent. “This wasn’t exactly my choice. First, my class left the hotel without me even though I’m the one who applied for the contest that even allowed us to come here in the first place. Then, my cab driver kicks me out a few blocks from where I asked him to take me, and then I got lost. Merde!” Marinette threw her hands up. “It’s not my fault I have bad luck. And you,” she turned and pointed to Robin, about to give him her two cents about his critique of her. That is, until when fingertip actually made contact with his chest and both teens visibly jumped.

It was like static the moment they made contact, but nothing visual happened. Marinette was about to shrug it off as nothing when—

Her vision split in half, like a TV screen when someone was playing a two-player game. Suddenly she could see her normal perspective, with Batman to her left, Nightwing to her right, and her finger straight ahead pushing into Robin’s chest, but she could also see a second perspective.

A perspective where she stared straight at herself.

She watched as her own blue eyes widened in disbelief. She watched as she stumbled back a few shocked steps, and as Robin did the same in front of her.

“Mon dieu,” Marinette cursed breathily, unable to move her eyes from Robin or acknowledge the frantic questions being posed to both of them from Batman and Nightwing. The teens just stared at one another. “Of course my soulmate would be a vigilante.”

“Shit,” Marinette had no idea which of the three heroes said that, but they all seemed to share the sentiment. Shit, indeed.

Nightwing shifted and said; “At least all the traffickers are knocked out.”

—*—*—*—*—*

#maribat #mlb x dc #ml x dc #dc x mlb #dc x miraculous #damimari #marinette x damian #platonic jasonette #damian x marinette #daminette #romantic daminette #soulmate au #ao3 stuff #ao3 fanfic #ao3 author #ao3 writer

[starsfic]

Prompt: Who’s the Sexier Coven Head, Darius? or Adrian?

“Ugh, this again?”

Hunter looked up from the flapjack cooking in the pan at Darius’s groan as his guardian stalked into the kitchen. “What? What is it?” He smacked Eberwolf’s hand away from the forming stack. Darius looked annoyed as he sat down at the table- he always did look annoyed, but he looked much more annoyed.

“Something stupid the royalists did, trying to glorify the covens.” Darius tapped something and the scroll in Hunter’s pocket dinged. He pulled it out with one hand as, with careful practice, he flipped the flapjack onto the stack. He turned off the stove as he tapped the link. “Some idiot made a poll.”

“Who’s the sexiest coven head?” Hunter raised a brow and scrolled down. “Between you and Greye?”

Darius nodded. “I wouldn’t be surprised if the twerp made it himself. He’s always been jealous of my good looks.” He made a spell circle and the syrup and powdered sugar drifted over to the table. Hunter made an appreciative noise as he walked over with the stack, setting it down. “Honestly, this is the best he can do?”

“I wonder what the results are?”

Eberwolf croaked something and Darius seemed to allow a small smile to form. He finally chuckled, using a fork to grab a few flapjacks. “Thank you, Eber, of course it would be me-”

Hunter tapped Darius’s face on the scroll and winced. “Greye’s in the lead, apparently.”

“...excuse me?”

#my writing #TOH #The Owl House #Hunter #Darius Deamonne #Eberwolf #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #prompt fill #prompt fic

[trans-girl-nausicaa]

So I'm basically pro-guns in the same way you are. However I do wonder about the logic of "fascists and cops have AR-15s, so I do as well."

When it comes to cops at least, in what scenario are you gonna be in a shootout with the cops who are that heavily armed, and not be killed from being outnumbered, or arrested and imprisoned for life?

I feel like I'm missing the point. Is it more about safety in numbers? (Hence encouraging more left wing gun owners) or something else. Fully earnest enquiry.

First of all I must say that obviously I do not want to be in a shootout with the cops. I comply with all laws in my locale, including gun laws.

However I believe on principle that these jackbooted enforcers of the capitalist state should not have superior armaments to the working class.

there are a few cases of cops executing no-knock raids, not identifying themselves as police, and getting shot at. In cases where it was clear that the resident believed they were under threat of a home invasion, and not aware that they were shooting at law enforcement, the charges were dropped. For example: Adrian Perryman and Henry Magee.

Cases such as these will hopefully make police departments less likely to carry out the barbaric practice of no-knock raids.

When it comes to fascists, I think that one is fairly self-explanatory. They just literally want us dead, so I want equivalent (or better) weapons, training, and equipment. And not only for myself, but for my comrades and for all marginalized people. We are not safe, and I am concerned that the fash are going to continue to become bolder and more violent. The only ones who keep us safe are us.

Is an AR-15 “necessary?”

Well, I hope not. But if it becomes necessary for me, then there will be no time to acquire one and train with it. So I am training with mine at this time and hopefully it is not too late.

You may have seen footage of the Elm Fork John Brown Gun Club defending a drag show while armed with AR-15-style guns. Some might call that overkill. But the performers and patrons were kept safe. So perhaps it was necessary.

In short, yes, “safety in numbers” is very important.

[matteo-dambrosio]

“Life is a journey, and the road we travel has twists and turns which sometimes lead us to unexpected places and unexpected people. But in turn it always leads us to our destination.”- Igwe Daniel Kelechi.

The Unraveling

Everything you do in life will lead you to forks in the road, places where you sometimes need to make life altering decisions. There’s no backtracking. A decision needs to be made and I did, I made one - weeks ago, when I ended things with Ava Stamos, the woman I was dating yet hid from my parents.

My parents are traditional. They have that ‘old-fashioned’ way of thinking and I understand it, I do, even if I don’t agree. Years ago, they believed what was best for me was to marry a girl from Rome. She was kind and I had grown up with her, but we had no chemistry, no love between us. After several years, it was a mutual decision to separate before we began to resent one another and become people we didn’t want to be. My parents still want me to marry an Italian woman, preferably one from our region. How many times did my father threaten me? I would lose everything if I went against their wishes.

Yet I did. I kept my relationship from them. A Greek woman. They still don’t know about Ava and I had never planned on telling them. We ended things because the reality was, our relationship was not sustainable for years to come. Was I to keep my life a secret forever? I wanted to marry, have children, and enjoy life but all that, wouldn’t be possible with Ava.

I held back everything in my relationship. I couldn’t love her like I had intended or believed I would. I think I knew deep down that this couldn’t be so I didn’t allow myself to feel anything for her. I should have never led her on in the first place.

The guilt consumes me. I know I hurt her and now, I know just how much.

Adrian Stamos, her older brother, is explaining the situation and why he demanded I fly to Greece to speak in person. Everything he is saying is correct and I know this. I take the verbal beating I’m getting but I stop hearing him the moment she enters the room and now I know why I’m here even if Adrian hasn’t said it yet.

He stops speaking when he sees I’m no longer looking at him. He turns around and looks at his younger sister who had stopped in the doorway to Adrian’s study. She’s looking at him then at me before nervously placing a hand protectively against her swollen stomach.

I swallow the bile that seeps into my mouth and I close my eyes. Fuck.

#[ Matteo x 01 ]

[starsofmilos]

I’ll be the one PT 2 (Adrian Chase x reader)

Synopsis: Adrian swore he would always be the one to do and or be anything you needed. That includes your protector.

So this is a part two for the other one. You could read part one here. I wrote it to help me work through some past trauma and now I’m writing a part two also still trying to work through some stuff. I hope you enjoy. 

Masterlist

Warnings: mentions of past emotional abuse, PTSD, mentions of past sexual assault, mental breakdown, anxiety, mentions of sex, angst, comfort, violence, torture, reader is chased down

Ever since Adrian had found out what happened to you in the past. He’s been the definition of understanding.

Things have felt a lot better for you too. It felt like a weight had been taken off your shoulders. There was officially no more secrets between Adrian and you.

You both were happy.

“Good morning..” Adrian whispered in your ear leaning in to kiss your cheek. You smiled in content as he wrapped his arms around you. 

The smell of pancakes wafted throughout the kitchen. “Why are you making me breakfast instead of sleeping in bed with me?”

“Because you deserve a treat plus I’ve been wanting to make you these for a while..” 

“For?..”

“Just cause..well..it’s because you have been so..it’s cause I love you okay..”

“I love you too.” Adrian understood what you were trying to say. “I appreciate this, but I much prefer waking up with you in bed.”

You laughed turning the stove off to turn to him holding out the plate. “But pancakes.” 

Adrian chuckled, “Those do look good, but I think you look even better.”

“Yeah, but I’m not on the menu.”

“Darn. Guess I can settle for pancakes.” You yelped as he dragged you to the table placing the plate down before settling you on his lap. 

“Let’s eat together.”

“But I was gonna make bacon for you!” Adrian groaned grabbing the syrup to drown them. 

“No you’re gonna sit here and eat with me. I don’t need bacon. Just need you.” He picked up the fork cutting into them offering you the first bite. You scrunched your nose at him shaking your head.

“Eat!” 

“No! You take the first bite I made them for you!” Adrian grunted taking the bite before grabbing another forkful holding it up for you.

“There now eat. Have some now.” You accepted it smiling happily. Adrian hand fed you sharing his plate with you.

“I’m full..” You grumbled. Adrian grinned rubbing your thigh.

“Good. I’m full too.” You hummed feeling sleepy leaning your head in his neck. “I gotta get ready for work soon.”

“Stay.” Adrian laughed at your whisper pulling you to him kissing you softly. 

“I can’t. You know that.” You sighed getting up. 

“I know go get ready.” He grinned kissing you again taking his plate to wash it real quick. He got dressed grabbing his duffle.

“I’ll be back after patrol and when I do I’ll bring home some ice cream.”

“Cookie-”

“Yes cookies and cream.” Adrian kissed you once more giving you a small once over. A small part of him was screaming to stay. He had a bad feeling.

“You okay?”

“Yeah I’m gonna miss you. Call me if anything happens okay..”

“Of course. You’re only gonna be gone for a bit Adrian. I’ll see you when you get home.”

“Yeah. Love you bye.” You kissed his cheek locking the door for him before sighing deciding to clean up. It was your day off.

At least you were going too but then your phone buzzed.

‘Y/N?...’

You raised an eyebrow in confusion not wanting to answer, but also curious to know who this was. 

‘Um I know I’m the last person you wanna hear from but I’m in town and this is gonna sound weird but I looked you up. Do you think we could meet up and talk?’

‘Who is this?’ You finally messaged back feeling uneasy. 

‘It’s me..uh Darrel?’

Your breath hitched hearing a name you wished to never hear again. Your hands shook. You immediately moved to block the number stopping when your phone began to ring.

It was him.

“No. No. No...” You fell to the floor just staring at your phone feeling frozen. Every once in a while he would reach out again just for you to change your number and block him all over again.

You took a shaky breath just watching your phone vibrate over and over hoping it would end soon. 

The sudden thought of Adrian popped up into your head. He could help..

But you guys had just gotten somewhat back to normal since you had told him. He had been understanding and so delicate with you and the last thing you wanted was to burden him with this.

He’d want to know though.

You wanted him to know. A dark part of you wanted Adrian to handle him so you would never be in fear again, but you could never ask Adrian to do something like that for you.

You had always dealt with things alone. This would be no different. Adrian can’t know. What if he grew angry with you?..

The door opened hurriedly. Adrian panted a bit dropping his duffle bag seeing you sitting on the floor tear streaks down your face.

“Oh thank god..” He shut the door before falling next to you. “I’ve been calling you for an hour now! You didn’t answer! I got so fucking scared! Are you okay?”

You wiped your face nodding. Adrian grabbed your cheeks studying your face. “Why are you crying?”

“Sorry I just didn’t wanna answer my phone got distracted.” Adrian sighed pulling you on him.

“Wait an hour?” He nodded. 

“Yeah I’ve been calling for an hour.” 

You didn’t even realize you had been sitting on the floor for that long. Six hours had gone by with you just staring off into space.

“Y/N..talk to me please..what happened? Are you okay?”

You nodded hugging him tightly, “I’m okay..I just got scared..”

“Of what?..”

“Some things Adrian..I got scared of something coming for me..”

Adrian shook his head kissing your forehead, “Nothing is ever gonna get you not while I’m around okay?..”

“I know. i just got scared.” Adrian nodded not fully believing you, but it was obvious you were shaken.

He helped you to bed getting changed quickly to lay next to you. You curled into him immediately. Adrian gripped you tightly as you shook.

Adrian hadn’t seen you like this since you had told him about your ex boyfriend. He kissed your forehead as you shut your eyes allowing sleep to consume you for a bit. 

That sleep only lasted an hour. You awoke seeing Adrian’s sleeping face next to you. Your phone was vibrating again. He was calling.

You slid out of bed kissing Adrian lightly. “I’m gonna handle this..You always take care of me, but I will handle this for you..”

Clenching your phone, you answered once you were in the living room. “Hello.”

“Y/N..you answered..I’ve been messaging you-” You felt tears burn your eyes as you spoke.

“I know. Stop it. I don’t wanna talk to y-you. I want nothing to do with you. Don’t call or message me again.”

“Y/N Please! I just wanna talk! I miss you so fucking much-”

“No! It’s been years. Years and you fucking hurt me. You hurt me. I don’t wanna hear from you again. I’m finally happy with someone else and I will not let you ruin it for me.”

“Wait you’re with someone now-”

“I am not that it matter to you. I mean it never call me again.”

“We used to be something! I love you Y/N and I will never stop trying to win you back!-”

The phone was pulled from your hands, “I believe she said for you to fuck off.” 

Your eyes widened as Adrian snarled into the phone. “Who is this?” 

Adrian laughed at Darrel’s question, “I’m the guy who’s gonna shove my foot so far up your ass your intestines will be falling out of your mouth if you call her again.”

“Oh you’re the new boyfriend-”

“No I’m her protector. I’m her friend and I’m the last guy she will ever be with. If you call or if you come anywhere near her I will find you and I will fucking kill you.”

Adrian hung up tossing your phone on the couch glancing at you, “Come on.”

He reached his hand out towards you beckoning you close. You grabbed his hand yelping as he pulled you to him. “Are you okay?”

You nodded quickly worried he was angry with you. “Hey..”

He tilted your head up with his hand so you were both eye to eye. “I meant it if he comes near you or calls you. You let me know.”

“Okay..I’m sorry Adrian..”

“You have nothing to apologize for. Why didn’t you tell me though?”

“I was scared and worried..Usually I can handle it when he reaches out, but I don’t wanna do it anymore and I was scared you were gonna be angry with me-”

“Hey hey..I am not mad at you. I’m worried. I’m also confused why you thought you couldn’t come to me? Have I done something to make you not comfortable talking to me-”

“No! No you didn’t..I was just scared. I’m honestly terrified of him finding me..I always get scared when he reaches out-”

“Wait when he reaches out? This isn’t the first time?”

You nodded gripping onto Adrian tighter. “I usually handle it and change my number and block him. This time I didn’t wanna do that I’m tired so I thought I could get him to leave me alone..I’m sorry Adrian..”

He lifted you up carrying you to bed. “You don’t apologize. I’m sorry you’ve had to deal with this alone for so long Y/N. You have nothing to worry about though. I’m gonna be right here.”

“Promise?..”

Adrian felt his heart break hearing your shaky voice needing his reassurance. “I promise..” 

You sniffled kissing him as you both laid in bed together. Adrian cradled you making sure you were asleep before letting himself sleep. You were his everything.

You were the one who made him feel safe. You listened to him and didn’t make him feel dumb. You validated him and his feelings never once making fun of him. You were his person.

Adrian wanted to be your person. He wanted to make you feel the way he felt around you. So he’d be damned if he let this stupid motherfucker tear you down.

The next morning, you awoke early deciding to get ready to head out for the grocery store. Adrian had today off and you mostly worked from home so you took the days he was home to spend as much time as possible.

You kissed his forehead gasping when he pulled you down kissing you fully. “You smell good..”

“Thank you?” Adrian grinned sitting up noticing your attire. 

“You heading out?” You nodded. Adrian kissed you again getting up. “I’ll go with you. Where are we headed?”

“To the store for groceries..You don’t have to come I know you like to sleep in and we did stay up late last night-”

“No.” He kissed you again shutting you down. “I don’t want you out alone for a bit buttercup. So please?”

You nodded kissing his cheek. “Okay..”

Adrian smiled walking out with you. It became like this for the next couple of days. You appreciated it, but you had assumed since it had been a bit Darrel wouldn’t approach anymore.

“Adrian they need you on this mission.”

“But-”

“No! No buts! Look I love you. I appreciate everything you are doing, but it’s been a bit. I think we’re okay.”

Adrian sighed worriedly running his hand through his hair. “Look I’m not gonna go anywhere. I’m staying home finishing my newest report to send out. You’ll be back later today. I promise I’ll be fine.”

“Fine!” Adrian gave in seeing your small pout, “But you call me-”

“If anything happens. I’ll send you messages every hour on the dot and when you get home..”

You wiggled your eyebrows pulling him close. Adrian smiled as you kissed his neck. “Fine, but when I get back I’m gonna be the one on my knees got it?”

“Deal!” You hugged him tightly.

The next day Adrian got ready to head out checking everything one last time. He made sure everything was locked and his gun was in the safe. Easy for you to reach if you needed it.

He was hoping you wouldn’t. 

You pushed him away as he latched onto you kissing your neck. “Stop!”

He chuckled shaking his head, “You need to get going!”

“One more kiss?”

“Fine.” You sighed kissing him before grasping his face. “Everything is gonna be okay. I’m sorry I’ve been putting us through trouble-”

“You haven’t put us through anything. We’re okay and we’re still gonna be okay. None of this is your fault. I promise you Y/N. I love you.”

“Love you too..” You grinned feeling at peace as he walked out neither of you knowing of the man watching you both down the street.

Darrel was hurt and angry as he stared at you waving Adrian off before turning back inside. 

You had moved on while he still lived in pain and guilt. He had been searching for you hoping to win you back, but here you were with Adrian.

He wanted you back, but it was obvious you would never take him back. He hurt you too bad and even before hurting you, you could never really say you loved him.

The love you had for Adrian was the most purest and honest thing he had ever seen. You had never and will never look at him the way you looked at Adrian.

So he did what he did best.

He drank hoping to forget you, but he didn’t. Drinking always brought out the worst in people and he was a monster without alcohol so with it he became even worser..

It was why you had originally wanted to help him when he knocked on your door that night. The night he came in and tried to force himself on you...

The night that scarred you and made you believe you would never love or trust again. The night he took a part of you and never gave it back. 

You sighed munching on your bowl of chips watching Laurie Strode run up the stairs to avoid Michael Myers. “I wish they would bring up some more of the first movie into all the fucking remakes!”

A knock on your door interrupted your night. You looked at the door in confusion. You had just placed your food order no way it would’ve gotten here this fast. It couldn’t be Adrian.

He usually entered through the window or he used his key. Pausing the movie, you stood up warily jumping and dropping the bowl of chips on the floor as the person knocked on the door. 

“Shit.” You sighed avoiding stepping on it so no crumbs would be made as you walked to the door. 

The knocking became insistent, “One second!” You called out unlocking the door but not the latch.

“Yes-” Your breath hitched smelling a familiar scent. A scent you despised. The scent that made you open up and tell Adrian what had happened to you in the first place.

Your hand trembled as you gripped the door tightly ready to shut it. 

“Y/N..I missed you so fucking much! I’ve been wanting nothing more than to see you!!” He drunkly called out. 

You shook your head immediately shutting the door. He groaned banging on the door. “Please! I just wanna talk! I’m not gonna hurt you!”

You felt a lump form in your throat falling the floor as he knocked again. “Please! I missed you so much!”

Your hands reached up grasping your hair trying to quiet his voice. He cried kicking the door angrily. You flinched finally deciding to speak up hearing the door crack.

“G-Go Away!” 

“Y/N? Baby please! I just wanna talk!”

“Don’t call me that! Go away!” You screeched out feeling your throat strain. 

“Baby-”

“No! No! Away! Away! GO!” You waved your hands. You felt sick to your stomach. Bile rose in your throat as you heaved. “Leave me alone!”

“I saw you with him Y/N! I know you’re with someone else! I just wanna talk! Please!”

Flashes of the past played in your head. The last time he knocked on your door. You let him in feeling bad just wanting him to sleep off the drunk. Instead he had pinned you down.

“No! No! Leave!!” 

Your phone buzzed on the coffee table. Your eyes widened seeing Adrian’s name. You rushed to it answering it immediately. 

“Adrian?” You whimpered quietly as Darrel continued banging while begging. 

“No?..This is Chris he wanted me to call and check on you. He’s a little bit tied up right now-”

“I need A-Adrian..Chris I need h-help..”

“Oh shit. Are you okay?-”

“Y/N!! Open the fucking door!” Darrel cut Chris off. Chris pulled the phone back in shock.

“Who was that-”

“I n-need you to t-tell Adrian he’s here. He’ll know what I mean. Please Chris.”

“Okay. Okay. I’ll let him know-”

“OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR YOU BITCH! IT’S NOT FUCKING FAIR! WHY DO YOU GET TO BE FUCKING HAPPY?! I TRIED TO APOLOGIZE! I LOVED YOU! I LOVED YOU-”

“FUCK YOU!” You screamed out throwing a nearby object at the door. It was the bowl. You hung up on Chris growing scared no longer hearing him yell or bang on the door.

It suddenly hit you like a bag of bricks. The backdoors. You ran catching him just in time as he tried to reach for the handle.

He cursed as you glared at him after locking it. You ran to the bedroom locking the window Adrian would crawl into. 

You didn’t know he kept the guest room window open by accident.

Running to the safe, you began to input the pins stopping when you heard a thud in the guest bedroom.

You wanted to grab the gun, but the pin entry would’ve made too much noise and he would’ve made it out before you could grab it.

So you quietly walked away hiding in the bedroom under the bed. He walked inside sighing. 

“Come out Y/N! Please? I really do just wanna talk. I missed you so much..Seeing you earlier reminded me of how good you smelled. You look so beautiful..”

You bit your lip as he stalked around your bed. “Maybe we could make up and we’ll do things better this time. Cause let’s be honest that night you kinda were teasing me.”

You held the urge to gag at his words growing small bit of hope seeing Adrian’s throwing knives under the bed. You grasped one tightly hoping he wouldn’t find you.

“So I’m assuming this is your and his bedroom...Wow..it’s nice but I know we could have nicer.” He sniffled sitting on the bed. You raised the knife shaking as he began to untie his shoes.

Once the back of his ankle was exposed you swung the knife cutting the back of it. He cried out grabbing it as you slid out from the under the bed taking the opportunity to run out.

“FUCK FUCK! Y/N!!! WHY THE FUCK?!” 

“Fuck you that’s why!” You went to the safe pressing the buttons yelping as you were suddenly pulled back. 

“Baby why would you do that?!” You sobbed struggling in his hold wanting him off of you.

“Let me go! Let me go! Please! I don’t wanna be hurt again! Please let me go!!”

“I’m not gonna hurt you..I promise..” He sniffled as you continued struggling. “I said I wouldn’t I just missed you..”

Spit fell from your mouth as you sobbed growing tired. That stupid fucking smell was everywhere. It was on you again. 

Darrel cried with you loudly. Your hands clawed at his arms feeling overwhelmed.

“I don’t wanna be helpless again! I don’t want you near me! Let me fucking go!! PLEASE!!” 

“No I can’t! I want you! I missed you!! We’re gonna be together!”

“You’re delusional!! Let me go!!”

A gunshot rung out making you freeze. Darrel turned behind you looking in shock as Adrian stood behind you both in his suit.

“That was a warning shot. Now let her go or the next bullet goes between your eyes.”

Darrel dropped you immediately shaking as you stood up running to Adrian. Adrian reached out for you pulling you to him holding you close while still keeping the gun pointed at Darrel.

You sobbed into his chest feeling relief flood your senses. Adrian shushed you. “I tried to get him to leave I promise! I didn’t want him here! I didn’t want him on me again!”

“Shhh..I know buttercup..” You heaved slobber spilling on Adrian’s suit.  

“Who are you?..” Adrian turned to Darrel rage in his eyes. 

“You don’t get to ask fucking questions motherfucker. I’m trying to calm her down. I’ll deal with you in a bit.”

Adrian turned to you grasping the back of your head to keep you pressed into his chest. “Now sweetheart tell me what happened..”

“He forced his way in. I was trying to grab the safe but I had to h-hide.” You hiccuped struggling to speak. Adrian nodded shaking himself as you choked on a sob.

“He said gross things and h-he w-wouldn’t l-let me g-go! He wouldn’t let me go Adrian! That smell is everywhere! It’s on me! I-I can’t breathe!”

Adrian shushed you kissing your forehead. “Peacemaker!”

Chris walked in with Emilia behind him. Adrian pulled his mask off kissing your forehead trying to soothe you. You shut your eyes trying to get your breathing under control.

Adrian was livid.

He had never seen you so distraught and so scared. You grabbed Adrian tighter when Emilia grabbed your hand. “Can you get her out of here?..”

“No! No!” Adrian shushed you again. He grabbed his discarded mask putting it on your head.

His scent enveloped you overpowering the stench of alcohol bringing you some comfort and stabilizing you. 

“I’m gonna take care of this and after I’ll get you okay?..”

You rubbed your arms shaking still. “Go nugget. I’m gonna be right there with you in a bit okay?”

You gave in once he smiled at you following Emilia out holding the helmet tight on your head. 

Once you were a good proximity, Adrian turned to Darrel smiling at him before cocking his gun firing it once more hitting his leg.

Darrel screamed out looking up hearing Adrian laugh. “Man I wonder what will kill you will it be me or the blood loss from that nasty leg injury. Or right my girl also cut your ankle right.”

Adrian grabbed his ankle inspecting the cut you made whistling. Darrel struggled in his hold before yelling. Adrian had twisted his ankle breaking it.

“Sorry not sorry. Wanted to finish my girls job. She really cut up your leg huh?”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“Wait you’re seriously asking me that? You broke into my home which is a crime by the way. Terrorized the love of my life and not to mention the shitty thing you did to her in the past. It’s actually funny that a huge part of me wanted so desperately to hunt you down but I didn’t wanting to be here for her.”

“Your girl?! Y/N is not your girl-”

“I wasn’t done speaking fucker. I didn’t hunt you down because I wanted to make sure she knew she was more important to me than the anger I felt after hearing about you. I buried it knowing I could never use it, but you made the fucking stupidest decision and came here.”

Adrian chuckled before continuing, “You scared her. You made her remember something she wanted to forget and I made a promise to keep her safe and now that anger I buried has doubled. You’re screwed motherfucker.”

He cocked his gun shooting Darrel a huge grin.

You sat in the van sipping on a cold soda Chris had gotten for you. It had been about three hours since Adrian had sent you away.

“Is Adrian okay?...” Chris scoffed hearing you. 

“Yeah Vig is fine. I’ve never seen him that calm before. It was actually kinda scary. Usually he is almost unhinged but he was almost cold once you walked out. He was probably not wanting to show you just how angry he was.” 

Chris laughed before yelping feeling Emilia smack him while shooting him a look. Chris shrugged before glancing down seeing your eyes watery. 

“It’s my fault...It’s all my fault..He’s probably upset with me..”

“Uh no no! No! Trust me this guy has it coming. Adrian is gonna be okay and you guys will both be back home in no time! He could never be upset with you! He’s just angry at the situation you know it’s your past and stuff again!”

Adebayo and John’s eyes widened looking at Chris “Dude!” John yelled out as Emilia smacked him again.

You sniffled face crumbling as you pulled your knees to your chest crying into them. Chris panicked shooting a look at everyone wanting help. 

“Adrian is not upset with you! Your past is not your fault! Things are gonna be okay-”

The back of the van opened cutting Chris off. It was Adrian. He was cleaned up and showered. “Sorry i took long I wanted to clean up.”

Chris shot him an apologetic look pointing at you. Adrian smiled seeing you climbing in the van to move next to you. 

You looked up feeling his hand grab your face. You bit your lip sniffling as he wiped your tears away with his thumb. “Hey pretty girl..You still crying?”

“I’m sorry-”

“Nope. I don’t wanna hear one apology. Not a single one dude.” You laughed hearing him call you dude.

Adrian grinned helping you up. “I got her from here guys..Thanks.”

“No problem. We’ll visit when we can.”

You slowly followed Adrian to his car. The team had driven the van not too far from your home. They wanted to make sure it was easy to get back to Adrian if needed.

“Is it safe to go home?” You whispered out once buckling in. Adrian nodded with no hesitation. 

“Oh yeah trust me my dude it is more than safe. He is never gonna bother you again and I cleaned up everything.”

“Wait you cleaned up everything?”

“Uh yeah I wasn’t gonna take you home to that mess. I also cleaned up your potato chips.” You fiddled with your fingers a bit embarrassed.

“It’s cute. I noticed you were watching a horror movie. Did you wanna finish it when we get back?”

“No. I just wanna change and sleep.” Adrian nodded reaching out to hold your hand still keeping his eyes on the road.

“Did you wanna talk about it?” You asked him a bit hesitant.

“I mean there’s not much to talk about. He’s gone so there’s nothing for you to be worried about.”

“Adrian I know you don’t want me to apologize so I won’t but..I just feel like it is all my fault. everything is my fault..He said it himself when I was hiding..I was practically a tease that night when I was stupid enough to let him in. Chris said you were different and I don’t want you later on regretting this and blaming it on me or realizing just how much of a mess I am I hate myself so much and I don’t want you to hate me too..”

Adrian gripped the steering wheel pulling over. “Y/N. Nothing you do will ever change the way I feel for you. I’ve been wanting nothing more than to get rid of that piece of shit so I will never regret it especially since I know I did it to protect you and whatever happened that night and everything he did to you today has nothing to do with your smile or your personality.”

He leaned in pressing his forehead against yours, “And it is absolutely not your fault. I love you for everything you are. All the things you’re worried about me not liking. I love because they are you. You’re it for me buttercup.”

You smiled the first real smile of the night leaping into him for a hug. Adrian gripped you tightly kissing the side of your head. “Come on sweetheart let’s go home and get some rest.”

“Okay..I’d really like that.”

It would take you some time to heal from this. Nothing like this is ever easy, but Adrian would be there for you. To support you and be whatever you needed him to be while you healed.

You would be okay.

Both of you would. 

That night you laid in bed admiring Adrian as he slept. Snuggling close you kissed his shoulder lightly before shutting your eyes feeling safe and at peace.

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[operatorsdiner]

A full house: Entry 7

Wren sat silently in the farthest booth, staring out the window, waiting for Dante to bring them their order. The rain methodically thrummed against the roof of the building only adding to the boring atmosphere of the restaurant tonight. A sigh left Wren's throat as the soft clacking of a plate on the table in front of them drew their attention away from the outside world. “Order up,” Dante hummed as he wiped his hand on his apron. “Hawaiian roll french toast with honey glaze.” He smiled proudly. Wren's gaze turned to the plate in front of them staring down at the 5-star gourmet food placed before them. Sitting up straight they took the fork out of their napkin and began to dig in. Dante turned; leaving Wren to enjoy their 30 as he went back to share his creation with the others. Wren greedily dug into the food in front of them as they savored the sweet taste on their tongue. It wasn't often that the store was empty enough to allow Dante to work on his culinary skills, but when the store has been empty since 12 AM it's hard not to try and concoct something. Wren enjoyed any food placed in front of them though, not just Dante’s cooking. Compared to the prison food they consumed for 2 years, Dante’s food was like heaven on earth. Prison food wasn't too bad, it was filling; however, so was dirt, and the dirt was preferable. Getting caught shoplifting sucked and snubbed any job opportunity they had of getting a high position in any industry. Being stuck in a dead-end job with coworkers who equally hate their job brought them some solace though, as it meant they were not alone in this feeling of emptiness. Wren continued to eat as they pulled out their phone and began scrolling as they enjoyed their break. They had always done this when work was too slow and even when work was busy. The only time they weren't on their phone and would step in to help was when everyone else was struggling to do their job, which was always a complaint that they heard from everyone else.

Truthfully Wren didn't care what the others had to say about their behavior, because anything that they said could easily be proven as hypocritical. Dante and Enzo were chronic smokers and constantly took breaks in order to satisfy that craving, Alex was a mute and would get overwhelmed too easily by the basic dinner rush despite being the head cook, and Baylen was just Baylen. “Who are they to judge when they have their own reasons to abandon this sinking ship?” they pondered to themself as they continued to scroll. While Wren hated their coworkers' attitudes about their lack of enthusiasm for their job, they did admire their consistency; Dante wearing his evil eye and mixed metal jewelry, Enzo's dry humor, Baylen’s laid-back behavior, Alex's anxiety going full circle to confidence, Adrian's great customer service, and Vesper's ability to match the energy of customers. It was something that Wren could at least say was one positive of working here. The sounds of praise from Adrian and Enzo as Dante took their empty plates were nothing but background noise to Wren as they plugged their earbuds in to have their own personal bubble once more. 

Enzo looked at the clock and signalled to Dante to follow him. Leaning into the office, Enzo whistled to Alex and Baylen to grab their attention, “It's dead as fuck in here. Dante cooked up some recipe he’s working on in school if you want any, but we're gonna head to the back to have a smoke break.” He hummed as he leaned out again, not waiting for a response. Alex and Baylen looked at each other once more before Baylen raised his hands to do quotations, “‘Smoke break’, yeah sure.” He snorted sarcastically as he swivelled his chair back around to face his monitors. Alex chuckled as he swivelled back in his own chair. “I’m telling you, dude, either A) they’re secretly dating or B) they were tragic lovers in a past life.” Baylen hummed in response. “Maybe, or maybe they're just fucking gay but not gay for each other,” Alex grunted as he wrote the schedule for the next week. “Well, you know the deal. 20 dollars will be earned eventually.” 

Outside of the restaurant, Dante held the door for Enzo as they stepped out, pulling out their cigarette of choice, and placing it between their lips. Dante pulled out his zippo and waved Enzo closer as he held up his hand to prevent the flame from going out. They stood close until the tips of their cigarettes glowed crimson, soon pulling away. Dante squatted down to the concrete as Enzo stood next to him leaning against the brick wall behind him. “T’nights so fucking dead, dude,” Enzo grumbled as they took a drag and pulled it from their lips, ashing it to the floor. Dante hummed and exhaled his own disgusting gust of cancer while fiddling with his evil eye necklace. “I’d rather have a dead night than a full house. You know our pay is based on the entire day, so if we didn’t make shit one night it’ll be covered by the day shift.” Enzo snorted and shook their head. “God you're terrible for thinking that way, but I love it when you're right.” He smiled as he took another hit. They continued to chat and smoke, not caring about their surroundings as they enjoyed their time together, their conversation having no care until Dante was reminded of something. “Hey dude, I've been meaning to ask this, but do you know what happened to the freezer? No one really gave me a straight answer.” Dante glanced up to Enzo, hoping for the most deadpan dickhead they knew to finally give him some answer. Enzo stared straight ahead as his face scrunched in confusion; only then did they both realize how quiet their surroundings had become. “Well uh…” Enzo began dropping his arm holding the cigarette to their side. “I actually don’t kn-” Snap. Both their heads snap straight forward, staring at the woods ahead of them. The back of the building always unnerved the night crew. At night the only light there was the one at the back door, and it illuminated only the asphalt before the woods. The inky black of the unknown lurked not even 12 feet away, and it made Enzo queasy. There had always been rumors about those woods since he was a kid; a tall man that sent people mad and drove them to kill, a pale creature that looked human but would rip a man limb from limb with inhuman strength, and a demon made of so many eyes one would see the abominations of the earth reflected in them. All of them were just old folk tales, of course, made to keep kids out of the woods and away from the wildlife that could kill them. Enzo knew that so why were they frozen in anticipation? Why was their heart racing as they stared ahead? Dante was frozen in the same way. They were both grown adults, yet being told the same folk tales from a young age brought them the same terror. Snap. Dante scrambled on the ground and to their feet, moving close to Enzo while reaching into their back pocket to pull out their knife. Their hearts slammed in sync as they waited for something. The snapping of twigs seemed to get closer as Dante pulled out their knife and held it in their fist. The sounds grew closer and more rapid as he took a stance in front of Enzo, preparing for the worst. His heart raced as the noise came straight towards them as Dante sucked in a breath and took a step forward, ready to make the first and final blow. The sound stopped quickly as a small gray rabbit stepped into the light of the building. Dante and Enzo stared at the creature as it sat on its hind legs, cleaning its face before looking up at the two humans who seemed as if they were going to explode. Enzo let out a sigh of relief and placed their hands on their knees as they tried to regain their composure. Dante huffed as he began to chuckle and put away his knife, “Man, I think that's the hardest we've tweaked ever.”

“Hello my-” Dante and Enzo screamed and jumped into each other's arms as someone rounded the corner. The man also jumped back at the sudden reaction and shouted in surprise as well. After a pause, Dante lunged at the man, slapping his arm repeatedly and yelling profanities at him in Spanish. The man only laughed and used his shoulder to defend himself. “I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I know, I'm sorry!” he laughed as he took the beating like it was nothing. Enzo sighed and held a hand to their chest, feeling their heart thumping at a mile a minute. “Jesus Christ, Brian, you scared the shit out of us.” He sighed as Dante continued to slap Brian. Brian Thomas, another regular of the night shift, was one of the beloved customers amongst the crew and was a part of a little trio that frequented the diner at oddball hours of the night. He smiled a crooked gap-toothed smile at Enzo that could almost melt his bitchy, stone-cold heart. Almost. Dante finally stopped slapping Brian's arm and leaned into his chest, groaning loudly. Brian laughed as he wrapped his arms around Dante and rocked him back and forth“. Rough night?” he inquired as he smiled again. “Dead night.” Dante muffled through Brian's chest. “Ahh makes sense. You cancer-filled crusaders at least making it through?” He squeezed Dante. Enzo shrugged. “Yeah, to the best. Are the T’s with you?” Brian laughed and finally let go of Dante. “Tim’s inside giving Alex a panic attack and Toby’s off with friends. Before you ask, we're also shocked that he has friends,” he chuckled. Enzo nodded; straightening out his uniform and pulling open the backdoor. “Well, we’ll be in to serve you now. See you inside, Mr. Thomas.” Brian laughed as he nodded, turning the corner and disappearing into the night again. Dante and Enzo stepped back in and headed to their station to continue their jobs.

Wren leaned back with their phone in hand, occasionally looking up to peer at Alex on the verge of panic as they listened to Tim’s order. While Alex wrote on the notepad, Dante came up behind them and placed a gentle hand on their shoulder before taking the notepad out of their hand. Dante said something that couldn’t be heard over Wren's music as he wrote down stuff on his notepad and poured a cup of black coffee for Tim. Wren’s eyes flickered to the door as Brian walked in, sitting down next to Tim at the counter and patting him on the back. Wren grunted at the sight and sunk into their booth to look at their phone once more, drowning out the world around them. Tim and Brian had gotten up from the counter and moved to a table close to the door out of Wren’s line of sight. Wren scrolled through Facebook, observing all the people's life achievements they’d missed while they were in prison. Most things were to be expected, such as people getting married, having a baby, or getting a house; things that just received an eye roll from them. To their annoyance, their ‘30 minute break’ was interrupted once again by the door being slammed open and a figure looming at the threshold. Wren’s face scrunched in irritation as they looked at the man at the door from bottom to top. Beat-up black Adidas shoes that looked like they were about to tear away from the sole at any second, black pants stitched up with scrap fabric and handmade patches of bands Wren couldn't even imagine pronouncing, and a dirty white hoodie with random brown stains around the chest and sleeve. Wren moved on from the man's clothes and looked at his face only to feel all the judgment leave their mind as they recognized the man. He didn't seem to see Wren as he moved from the door to sit down at the counter. Wren ripped their earbuds out as they rushed out of the booth and behind the counter. 

“Dante, I've got this one. You take your break.” Wren promptly demanded as they yanked the notepad out of Dante's hand. Dante’s face twisted in anger as he turned to Wren. “The fuck’s your problem? I’m with a customer!” Dante hissed at Wren. Wren moved and stood in front of the man directly as they pointed toward the back of the building. “Go.” They said firmly as Dante glared back at them. “You’re a fucking asshole tonight,” he replied bluntly. He took the towel out of his apron and smacked it onto the counter before turning away to the manager's office. Wren kept their eyes on Dante until he was fully gone before they looked back at the man. “I thought you still had 5 more years, Jeff,” they said coldly. The man stayed silent for a moment before he leaned in and grinned his extended smile. “I got out on good behavior, Wren. I’m a changed man.” Wren couldn’t stop the shiver that ran down their back as they looked at the man's face again; Jeffery Woods, a serial killer, sat before them again. His curly black hair framed his scared face with patches of baldness from his burns and half his face and neck were rough and patchy from burn scars that covered most of his body. That wasn’t the part that unnerved Wren though- in fact, it gave them a bit of sympathy for Jeff- the thing that really unnerved Wren was the fact that Jeff did it to himself, completely of his own volition. The jagged, healed scars of where he had mutilated his face left the corners of his mouth extended to an uncomfortable degree, and the jagged form of his eyelids from him trying to cut them off made his eyes seem unnervingly wide. The jagged and rough skin always made Wren’s skin crawl when they were in prison together, but Jeff wore it with pride like it was a badge of honor. “You got new piercings I see,” they swallowed dryly as they looked down at the notepad in their hands. Jeff's milky blue eyes glimmered with joy, “Oh, you're the first to notice. Yeah, I got them as soon as I got out.” He pulled back his hair and showed off his ears. “How long have you been out, Jeff?” Wren asked bluntly. Jeff stiffened as his smile dropped and he folded his hands on the counter. “Same as you, Wren. And I'm staying with a few friends who are getting me back into the loop of life.” His grin slowly started to come back. Wren glared at Jeff when in the corner of their eye, they spotted Adrian stepping out of the office and heading over to Wren with an angered expression. Wren quickly leaned towards Jeff and hissed at him. “Whatever you’re up to, you do not bring it here, you hear me? These are good people. You stay the fuck away from my coworkers.” They quickly pulled away and turned to Adrian as he stood in front of them with Dante behind him. “I think Dante has it from here. You and I can roll silverware together,” he stated. Dante gently took the notepad and turned their attention to Jeff. “Don’t worry, Wren and I go way back. Just catching up with a friend.” Jeff grinned his extended, crooked grin at Adrian. Wren glared as they walked away, turning their back to Jeff and following Adrian. “Hey Wren,” Jeff called out. Wren turned around expecting an insult. The shout also caught the attention of Tim and Brian, bringing them out of their conversation. “With my new job, I want you to know I'll be seeing a lot of you and your coworkers around. We're all going to be very well acquainted.” He smirked. Wren’s face heated up and they turned away, rushing to the back to stop themself from flying over the counter and strangling Jeff. Brian and Tim’s eyes stayed glued on Wren as they continued to walk away then flickered over to Dante looking for an answer. Dante looked back at the two men and shrugged as he turned his attention to the man in front of him. “Sorry about that. My name's Dante, what can I get started for you tonight?” Dante placed a mug in front of Jeff and held up the coffee pot offering him some. Jeff curtly nodded at the offer as Dante poured him a cup and then slid two small bowls of disposable cream and sugar packets. 

“So how long have you been working here?” Jeff inquired as he brought the cup of black coffee to his lips. Dante pondered as he turned around to make Brian and Tim’s usual orders. “I’ve been working here since I was 16. So about 6 years on the 13th.” Jeff tilted his head as he rested his hand on his chin watching Dante crack eggs with one hand and cook them on the grill. “The 13th, huh? What's so important about that?” Jeff took another sip. Dante shrugs, “That's my birthday. So that's how I remember how long I’ve been working here.” Jeff hummed as he continued to sit and drink his coffee in silence. Dante continued to cook as Baylen stepped out of the office; turning on the radio as they grabbed the plated food from Dante. 

A town curfew has been set in place due to the recent uprising in missing people and murderers. Curfew is set at 9 o’clock at night and will be held till 5 am; lock all doors and windows as well as set up home security. If you see any suspicious behavior in or around your house, hide in a dark room and call the police. The emergency line will be on 24/7 for anything. If you see something, say something.

Dante turned his attention to the radio with a frown and turned up the volume, listening intently. Jeff hummed as he took another sip of coffee, “That's a shame. I have so much to do at night now that I’m out. That’s going to make things harder.” Dante turned around with a confused look at Jeff as Baylen placed down Tim and Brian's plates. Brian's eyes shot up at Baylen as he stared at them for a while. Tim looked up from his plate to Brian's face before turning his attention to Baylen as well. Tim squints for a second before having an undescribed look. The sound of Dante swearing took away Baylen's attention from the men as they watched him leave the counter and move to the back. As he made his way to the back Enzo moved to the front, giving him a weird look as the two crossed paths. Baylen looked back at the men and sighed. “Sorry about that, is there anything else I can get you?” Brian hummed as he looked up to Baylen, studying them for a moment, before cracking a smile. “How about that hangout I’ve been asking for for months? You can’t keep me waiting forever.” Tim turned his attention to Baylen as well. “Yeah, man. Come out and hang with us during the day for once.” Baylen shrugged and rolled his shoulders back as she looked over in the direction Dante had disappeared to. “Maybe later this week. If you need anything just holler. I have to check on my line cook.” Baylen turned around as they walked to the back to look for Dante. Enzo leaned towards Baylen as they walked by, “His necklace just broke, it's nothing life-threatening but he is kinda frazzled tonight.” Baylen sighed. Normally she wouldn’t think twice about her employees' antics but when Dante was ‘frazzled’ it could mean many things. Baylen headed to the back to find their line cook only to see the area empty with the backdoor cracked open.  Slipping through the crack and observing the surroundings, Baylen found Dante with his back to the door, leaning his head back with his hand against his mouth, seemingly swallowing something. Baylen sighed as they stuffed their hands into their pockets and walked up next to Dante. “You a’right?” Baylen asked as she looked down at Dante, a puzzled expression crossing her face. Dante sighed and scratched his neck as he reached down pulling out his second cigarette of the night, “Yeah, just... My necklace broke and it made me realize I forgot to take my meds and T shot. I can take my shot when I get home but I definitely need to take my other stuff now.” Dante hummed as he lit up the cigarette, taking a filthy hit into his lungs. He craned his neck up to stare at the stars covering the night sky. “You're usually so suspicious. Why aren't you freaking out about your necklace?” Baylen crossed his arms over their chest as they kept their eyes on the shorter man. Dante kept his eyes on the sky as he took another drag. He shrugged his shoulders and rolled his head over to look at the taller one. “Truth be told, I'm trying more to think logically. I get antsy too easily so I can't let my superstitions get the better of me. I've had this necklace for 6 years from my mama. It was only a matter of time before it broke. Plus she sends me one for every holiday, so I can just wear a new one tomorrow night.” Baylen only nodded and looked at the sky with Dante. They both stood in silence for what seemed like an eternity but was only a few minutes.  

The sound of the back door opening dragged their attention away from the night sky as they turned to see who could have caused the commotion. “Yo,” Wren said bluntly as they stuck their head out of the door. “Brian wants more coffee and I'm on my break.” Dante sighed as they dropped their cigarette to the floor and crushed it with the toe of his boot. He walked to the door and shoved passed Wren. “You've been on your break for the past 2 hours. You're dismissed for the day.” Wren scoffed as they watched Dante walk, turning back to Baylen. “He's not a manager. He can't talk to me like that,” they grunted as Baylen walked past, closing the door behind them. Baylen sighed and blankly looked down at Wren as they voiced their complaints. Wren scowled at Baylen, putting their hands up with attitude as they waited for Baylen to respond. “Hello?! Are you going to say something to him? He can’t talk to me like that.” Wren’s mood soured the longer Baylen sat in silence. Baylen looked down and pinched the bridge of their nose as they took a very grounding deep breath. Baylen’s eyes shifted to Wren’s face, watching as they continued to boil in rage. Baylen looked them up and down one more time. “I don’t have the energy or time for this Wren. You’re dismissed,” They stated, before turning and walking away. Wren scoffed and stomped their feet as they turned toward the coat rack, yanking their jacket off. They swore under their breath and huffed as they turned around one last time, watching Dante as he passed by, coffee pot in hand. Wren swung their hand up with force and proudly gave him the finger. Dante looked over his shoulder, eyeing Baylen, before forcefully smacking the coffee pot down and removing his apron as he made his way to Wren. A wave of fright and adrenaline rushed through Wren's veins as they quickly spun on their heel and rushed out the backdoor to their car. They quickly unlocked their door and hopped in, slamming the door behind them. They looked to the back door of the restaurant, and when they didn’t see a raging Dante burst through to come and key their car, they relaxed and turned the car on. It hummed to life with warm air flowing through the vents. 

Knock knock.

Wren jumped in their seat and whipped their head towards the driver's side door, seeing Jeff standing there with a shit-eating grin. Wren rolled their eyes and rolled their window down a crack to glare up at him. Jeff leaned down and looked at Wren through the crack. “Hey stranger, where you heading off to so soon?” He moved forward, resting his forearm against the top of the driver's side door and resting his head against his fist. Wren rolled their shoulders back as they closed their eyes, attempting to block their vision of Jeff's unnerving eyes. “I'm going home. My shift’s over,” they answered. Jeff hummed and nodded as he moved his head to look at the woods beyond the parking lot. “Well like I said before; with my new job, I'll be around more. Not gonna lie, it's really nice to see you. A familiar face in a new place, ya know?” He shrugged and reverted his gaze back to Wren. “Don’t worry though. I won’t be in your way,” He said as he pushed himself away from the car and slipped his hands into his hoodie pockets. “After all. I’m not here for you.” Before Wren could question what he meant, Jeff had turned on his heels and waved goodbye. “See you ‘round, Wren! Try not to cause any more issues than you already have in your miserable life.” With that, Jeff continued to walk away, out of the parking lot and down the winding road. Wren watched as he was slowly swallowed by the darkness, a stew of emotions enveloping them as they huffed, putting the car in drive. 

Same shit different day.

#creepypasta #indy horror story #horror #slenderverse wafflehouse #slenderverse #original character #original characters #the operator #liminal spaces #marble hornets #mod bat

[rwac96]

Know what I wanna see Satsuki being on the backfoot a bit.

Satsuki meeting Saphron and her family for the first time. I bet while keep her usual demeanor on the inside she's a bit nervous

There were a few things Satsuki Kiryuin feared, her mother being one of them. Her mother's plans coming to fruition is another, which lead her to make her school into what many would call a dictatorial state. Right now, the swordswoman was sitting at a dining table, sitting across Saphron Arc-Cotta, her wife Terra, and their son Adrian. The two women give the thick-eyebrowed girl a stern glare, while the two-year old toddler eats away at his meal.

"So," the blonde woman tilts her head, raising a brow. "you're dating Jaune?"

"I'm courting him," the oldest daughter of Ragyo says, sporting that confident frown on her face but was sweating bullets.

"Right, right," Saphron nods her head, using her fork to pick up her food. "so, does Jaune know about you making your school into a fascist, militaristic state?"

Gulping, the dark blue haired woman reaches out to pick up her glass of water, taking a quick sip. "R-Ryuko told him," she answers Jaune's older sister, "he was angry, at first."

"At first?" Terra spoke up, raising her eyebrows lightly as Adrian coos a bit while getting some food all over his lips.

"I explained why I did what I did," the swordswoman rubs the back of her neck, doing her best to keep her composure. "my mother's intentions, how she made my life a misery," she lowers her head. "He...well, hugged me."

Satsuki blushed as Saphron and Terra gazed at her with widened eyes, staring at one another. Meanwhile, Adrian hiccups, babbling a bit as he reaches out for his sippy cup.

#answer #answered #answer posting #answer prompt #crossover #crossover au #crossover ship #crossover shipping #kill la kill #rwby #satsuki kiryuin #saphron cotta arc #terra cotta arc #adrian cotta arc #cotta-arcs #early moon knight

[mdshh]

Everyone had the best time at Adrian and Robin’s wedding ✨

#was it cool in your childhood to take picture with the bride? 😂 #ts4 gameplay #ts4 screenshots #ts4 legacy #forks legacy #elli forks #blanche mitchell #liam forks #adrian forks #jack forks #carter forks #wren dayholt #robin wildflower by druidberries #victoria forks #gen 2

[starssaroundmyscarssblog]

𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐄, chapter four BURNOUT

pairing: percy weasley x fem!oc (olympia slughorn)

word count: 1.53k

warnings: none

series masterlist OR previous part

a group project.

snape's idea of a good first double lesson back, followed by an arduous hour long speech about the importance of o.w.l's and the necessity of an 'outstanding' in order to pursue the subject as a n.e.w.t level, was to reveal his teaching plans for the start of the year.

in the second half of the lesson he would let them pair up into groups of three, ( "not you slughorn, weasley needs one saving grace this year if he doesn't want to get stuck with an exceeds expectations" — percy's ears had flared up deep crimson and olympia begrudgingly dragged er feet over to weasley and wood's table, on the other side of the dungeon from cleo and terrence ) and they would present a research project when the term ended at christmas on a potion of their choice.

he didn't specify whether they had to be owl level, but olympia assumed any potions studied at newt level was okay to research. snape was fond of them "broadening their minds", after all. but lesson time would be spent first teaching the theory behind ingredients, the potion recipies and properties before the class would actually brew the potion in their last lesson of the week, with homework set on revision for their four previous years at school over the weekend.

olympia complained as she crossed the dungeon to percy weasley's table, whined as she ascended the spiralling stairs to the entrance hall after the bell had rung to signify the end of their lesson, objected to even entering the imaginary ten foot wide boundary she'd put around percy weasley as she stepped foot in the courtyard, and rattled on all throughout professor binns' hour long lecture about the salem witch trails.

for once her friends wished she wasn't talking, preferring her to focus all of her energy and passion into reading words on inked pages — that was if she could see the print over her own penmanship. terrence shut her up by shoving a handful of carefully picked bertie botts into her mouth, while adrian attempted to scale the stairs to the girls dormitory in effort to retrieve a set of flashcards to calm her down. marcus suggested flying up with his broom as they entered the great hall for dinner, but instead cleo produced a set from a pocket of her robes.

"never underestimate the power of carrying around a set of her flashcards. i've used them for everything; drawing on eye liner, making paper birds, throwing them at the hufflepuffs, asking people out to hogsmeade."

adrian looked up from his charms homework, an essay he'd been assigned over the summer, that he was completing the day before it was due. "is that why her diagram of bezoars went missing?"

cleo nodded minutely. blaise sped past their small end of the table, following after draco malfoy who was complaining about harry potter. olympia moped back into the great hall with terrence, who for once didn't look like he was listening to her — she was still banging on about percy weasley!

on the gryffindor table, oliver wood wasn't having much better luck, either. he continued shovelling food onto his fork and eating without a care, waving cutlery in percy's face as he spoke, "look mate, i don't get the problem. sluggy's amazing at potions, if we let her pick a seventh year potion for the project this term, you've been handed an 'outstanding' on a plate!" percy stabbed angrily at a pile of carrots on his plate, not flinching as one of the first years sat near ron blew up his goblet of pumpkin juice.

his gaze followed the two slytherin prefects as they walked into the hall and lowered themselves down onto the benches with their friends. "but she's still better than me. snape'll give her all the credit for chosing to study an advanced potion, he'll think she's brewed it and researched it herself without any help from us, and i'll be lumped with an 'e' like normal."

oliver sighed heavily. students around him began to shuffle out of the hall after finishing their meals, to head out onto the grounds so they could enjoy the last few days of warm weather. he took a deep sip of his pumpkin juice, caught percy's line of sight. "you're not worried about the student rankings, are you? because i told you last night not to worry about it."

"yeah, but then you told me this morning that slughorn's probably been revising all night, brewing and experimenting."

"and who's that going to help in the long run? she'll burn out before halloween if she carries on at the rate she's going. you'll be on the top of the list, perce."

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olympia slughorn was not going to burn out. she told herself when she tested her knowledge of ingredients in a forgetfulness potion. she told herself as she changed out of her uniform for prefects rounds. she told herself as she strode through a hidden passageway behind a tapestry on the second floor to get to the fourth. she told herself as she loitered near the portrait hole for the gryffindor common room while waiting for percy weasley.

prefects badge sitting to the left side of her chest, olympia broached the top of the stairs for the third time, tired of standing in one position to wait for him. she was just nearing her fifth completion, including the three minutes she had to stop as the staircases were changing, when percy emerged from the portrait hole, red in the face and seemingly embarrassed she was stood waiting for as long as he had been.

she made a show of checking her watch, like she had done with his missing tie. "punctuality not your forte?"

"fred and george." he mumbled, quickening his pace to catch up with olympia, who had already began to march down the corridor. it was an unspoken rule that they weren't to speak a word to each other, silence being more of a companion than the other.

there were a few instances when percy considered asking her if she'd seen anything out of the ordinary, but he decided against it. olympia had thought of telling him they were going to be studying felix felicis for their project for snape, but then remembered she hated him and didn't want him to get ahead of her. she would check behind each tapestry they walked past, and it was only when percy had dropped back and she'd turned around that olympia noticed something.

she smirked, snickered when he looked at her. "what?"

"nothing." she would reply, running through a list of plants she would have to ask professor sprout about growing in the greenhouses, as mandrake leaves weren't easy to come by in the herb garden at home. snape would have to let her have free reign in his personal supply of brewing ingredients, too.

they walked around in silence and completed a few laps of the seventh floor, finding nothing of interest. mrs norris streaked across the end of a corridor a few times, followed by her lamp-carrying master, who grumbled at percy and olympia as they pointed at their badges on their jumper. the night air was cold though, and a chilly september didn't bode well for the fore-coming winter months, olympia thought as they neared the portrait hole for the gryffindor tower, pulling the sleeves of her jumper down around her fists.

eventually they came to a stop infront of the portrait of the fat lady, who was lazily polishing a cut crystal glass against the great volumes of tule on her dress. percy and olympia both remained rooted to the spot, "aren't you going to go?" she asked, impatiently.

percy blinked, and then pulled his shoulders up higher. "i would, if you weren't going to overhear the password. merlin knows that sort of stunts you'd try and pull."

olympia scoffed and turned on her heel to leave, feeling the cold air tickling at her ankles. note to self, she thought as she began to trail down the staircases, don't wear knee socks in the winter. percy stood and continued to mutter to himself, watching over the his horn-rimmed glasses as she continued her descent through the school - he knew it was childish to keep the password a secret, but he wasn't going to take any chances.

but then, as he stepped foot into the common room, olympia's voice yelled back "i've chosen felix felicis for the project, pinhead."

percy shot back out of the common room and looked over the stone railing, as olympia smiled sweetly back at him from the sixth floor a few metres below. she disappeared down a corridor with a swish of her robes, leaving him more frustrated that before as he managed to slip in behind the portrait hole as the fat lady began to swing closed.

pinhead. she'd called him pinhead. it sounded vaguely familiar, and realisation dawned on percy when the snickering of fred and george emerged from beside the fireplace. they covered their mouths with their hands and darted away, quick as anything, up the spiralling stairs as percy rounded on them with a pointed finger and a "right you two, look here or i'm writing to mother again. . ."

next part here

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#harry potter imagines #harry potter oneshots #harry potter oneshot #percy weasley #percy weasley x reader #percy weasley imagine #percy weasley imagines #percy weasley one shot #percy weasley one shots #percy weasley oneshot #percy weasley oneshots #weasley #percy weasley x you

[lilyswh0re]

strings - adrian pucey

date: july 22, 2022

summary: adrian and his long term crush

note: inspired by strings by shawn mendes, maybeeee follows the plot of the swan princess *wink wonk*. y/n is a ravenclaw, just bc i love ravenclaws and have so many headcanons about them. race and body type isn’t mentioned but y/n uses she/her pronouns

warnings: angst?? def hurt w no comfort 💀 and adrian being an attention seeker also written from 1 am to almost 3 am so the editing was kept to a minimum

a/n: back on my adrian bs eh oh el (pls yall write for him more, i need it) y’all are gonna hate that ending LMAOO. ion like how this turned out, i might go back thro in a couple days to re-edit this bc jesus christ

a/n n°2: edited tf out of this

tags: @limerenze @loverssfevers @ghostofscarley @dayangestre

“mum, shut that off!” y/n frowned.

“oh baby, it’s cute.” vacations with the pucey’s were always a pain, despite resting in the lush italian countryside. the pucey’s and l/n’s were neighbors and met in hogwarts and having two children around the same time means y/n and adrian were always pushed together. it worked when they were younger, much younger.

which is what her mother was showing off.

a tape of a three year old y/n and adrian, holding hands. partners in crime, or so he thought. in reality adrian was holding her hand and she couldn’t move it (because of the stickiness of melted popsicles gluing them together). she conveniently shuts off the tape right before y/n shoved adrian off of her.

the annual tape showing didn’t stop until their first year at hogwarts.

adrian, as talented as he is at quidditch, never really understood transfiguration; y/n—however—excelled. the ravenclaw common room, which was open to anyone who can solve the riddle, was surprisingly quiet. adrian disturbed that peace. loudly.

“y/n.” he gasped, as he had run from the dungeon to ravenclaw tower, “please…help me with…transfiguration.”

she rolled her eyes, “no.”

“no? why not?” his shoulders dropped. he knew why not, he also knew that bothering her would guarantee her attention.

“i have things to do,” y/n reference the scrolls of parchment laid out in front of her.

“but this will just be quick, i promise.” after a few moments and weighing her options, she agreed to help him, “oh sweet! thank you.” he quickly scurried to sit next to her.

“i’m not helping you now! i don’t have time!” y/n tried pushing him off her seat, “adrian, get off!”

“fine, whenever you have time, let me know. any time that works for you is fine.” his dorky smile was disgusting. he couldn’t believe she agreed to help him.

fifth year brought new hormones and new boyfriends. cedric diggory, hufflepuff quidditch captain and a lovely boy. adrian and him were quite similar, golden boys. her roommates loved poking fun at how she was dating adrian variants just so her mother wouldn’t be right about her and adrian. what fun would it be if her mother had be right all along?

“what does she even see in him?” adrian asks, with his nose wrinkled.

marcus and terence share a glance. terence sighs and puts his fork against his plate, “well, you see…he’s the captain of the hufflepuff team. he’s a prefect, probably going to be headboy—“

“—he didn’t almost set y/n on fire.” miles cuts terence off. graham elbowed him, “it’s true! she had to wear a bandage for a week.”

“she did that to guilt me-“

“it worked,” miles intersected.

“anyways anything he can, i can do better.”

“we don’t doubt that, ade, but—“ adrian lifted his wand, pointing it at the goblet in between cedric and y/n “—what are you doing?” terence groans as he watches the pumpkin juice begin to bubble( suddenly stopping when adrian’s wand is pulled out of his hand and presses into y/n’s.

safe to say, her relationship with cedric didn’t last more than two months.

that summer was emotionally horrible. three failed relationships, all thanks to adrian putting his nose in her business.

y/n spent her days in the grass, absorbing the sun and her nights in the local town square, swaying drunkenly.

unfortunately, she could not go if adrian didn’t go. this was part of their mothers’ plan to grow a relationship between the two.

tonight, y/n decided to take a shot of every type of hard liquor available to her, forcing adrian to take care of her.

“c’mon l/n, let’s go home.” adrian hooked his forearm under her knees and she rolled her head into his shoulder.

as they stumbled back into the l/n family villa, adrian helped her slip out of her shoes and into her bed. she was a giggling mess until the moonlight bled over adrian’s face.

“sometimes, i hate you, ade,” she whispered. her eyes wide with knowledge. “i think you hate me too.”

“i don’t hate you.”

“my friends think you fancy me. i think they’re stupid because you of all people should know that i would never go out with someone who treats me the way you do. i don’t think you realize how many opportunities you’ve ruined for me. i want to like you but you make it impossible.”

“i’m sorry.” adrian was uncharacteristically quiet.

“can you sleep next to me for tonight?” y/n asks, drooling a little bit.

adrian nods, moving around her bed to lay on the other side.

#adrian pucey #adrian pucey x reader #adrian pucey angst #adrian pucey fluff #adrian pucey fanfic #adrian pucey imagine

[tiannasfanfic]

Love is Colder Than Death

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader (Angst)

Summary: After a string of failed relationships, your best friend finally confronts you about one that changed you. (Crossposted to AO3)

Rating: General Audiences

A/N: No pronouns used in story (f, m or gn). I wanted to try my hand at some angst and was inspired by a line in the “Unrequited Love” prompt list I reblogged the other day.

C/W: Discussions about breakup and ghosting, emotional hurt for Reader, cigarette smoking, alcohol mention, general talk about sex (no details).

Word Count: 4,012

“Why do you keep focusing so hard on relationships that will never work?”

It was a blunt and very direct question. But your best friend, Terrence, was not a person that has ever been known for his subtlety.

“Why do you always seem ask me that?” you asked, pointing your fork at him. “Every single relationship I’ve had for years now, you ask me that question.”

“Because every relationship you’ve had for years now has been a shitty one,” he retorted, pointing his fork at you in return. “I swear, it’s like you’re not even TRYING to find a halfway decent man anymore. You’re just going out with anyone so long as they have both a pulse and want something more than a one-night stand. I swear, Y/N, you are-“

Terrence continued, but you tuned him out. You already knew what he was saying. He’d said it all to you before. And he was right. You were bouncing from one meaningless relationship to another just so you wouldn’t be lonely. You knew going into each one knowing they wouldn’t last yet did it anyway.

But what else were you supposed to do? None of these guys were the man you really wanted. The man you really wanted; you couldn’t have.

For today’s lunchtime ass chewing, Terrence had brought you to Fennel Fields. That was just the icing on the cake of what was already a shit day. You had been dreading this for days, ever since you got a phone call, not a text, an actual phone call from, Terrence. Terrence never called. He also never offered to come pick you up to take you to lunch AND pay for it unless he had a few things to say. While he always gave you the option of saying yes or no to these luncheons, you could only put him off for so long and you’d learned a long time ago that it was just better to get it over with as soon as possible.

You sighed and started paying attention again.

“-don’t know why you won’t let me try setting you up with someone again,” he was saying. “I’ve got a couple of coworkers I think you’d really like. I don’t know what happened last time with that guy from up here that was so bad, but it had to be just a fluke. You know me, I usually have a good eye for matches, or at least fun times.”

Oh, it was a fluke, all right, just not in the way Terrence thought.

“It wasn’t bad, really,” you shrugged. “It just didn’t work out.”

It was the truth, more or less. And that was as much as people needed to know. Or, at least, that was as much as you were willing to tell anyone.

Six years ago, Terrence had been staying on your couch in the one-bedroom apartment you had at the time. He had started college a bit later in his 20’s after taking a few years off after high school. He had been doing a fairly decent job of working his way through it up until he lost his job due to a fire. It wasn’t too long after that he also lost his apartment. You had given him a place to stay until he got back on his feet so his schooling wouldn’t get interrupted. It was a while before he actually found anything good, but, until then, he ended up waiting tables for over a year at the very same restaurant you were sitting at today.

It had been so long ago that neither of you expected anyone he knew to still be working there. But there was one person still there and, of course, it just so happened to be the one person in the world you would’ve actively paid money not to see.

You and Terrence were seated just a few booths away from the back and you were facing the door to the kitchen. You could easily see people come and go without looking over at the door, it was right in your line of sight. As if summoned by your discussion, the door to the kitchen swung open and Adrian Chase hurried out, a tub for dishes under one arm. You kept your attention on your friend.

As he approached the booth you were seated at, he stumbled slightly. Your heart sped up, but you didn’t look at him, choosing instead to take another bite so it didn’t look like you were just playing with your food. Which is exactly what you had been doing ever since it was brought out. You almost looked up when you saw his pace slow, but he ended up walking right by your booth to start clearing down the one right behind you.

You felt like an idiot. Especially a couple of seconds later when you felt a stinging along your lower lash line, and you realized you were on the verge of crying into your spaghetti. You quickly snapped your attention back to Terrence to get your mind away from that.

“-never could figure out what you see in that guy. John is absolutely no good for you at fucking alllllll.”

“I know,” you said with a frustrated sigh. “Which is why I broke up with him last night and he came by this morning to get the rest of the stuff he had at my place.”

Terrence froze with his fork halfway to his mouth and blinked at you.

“…Bitch, why didn’t you fucking say that when I first brought that douche up? You’d have saved me a tangent!”

You shrugged, listening to the clatter of dishes behind you as Adrian dropped them into the tub. For a second, you thought you heard a stifled chuckle among the clanking glass.

“You were barely letting me get a word in edgewise,” you pointed out, while pointing your fork at him again.

Terrence took his bite and thought it over.

“Fair point,” he said after he swallowed, pointing his fork at you again, too. “So, what’s your plan now?”

You shrugged, not really wanting to say much on the topic while Adrian was still nearby. You doubted if he was listening, but the proximity still made you uncomfortable.

“Come on,” Terrence pressed at your silence. “You’ve got to have some idea.”

“I don’t really need a plan,” you said, shrugging again. “It’s not like we were actually living together. He just had some stuff over there for overnight stays. He didn’t even have a key. His departure isn’t screwing me over financially. The only thing that changes is now I’ll be alone at night again.”

Terrence nodded. “You always were the smart one out of all of us on that shit. You never rush into anything like living together.”

“Never have, never will,” you agreed, your heart hurting for a moment after you said the words.

You both were quiet for a few seconds, each of you taking bites of food. You heard Adrian clearing away silverware and glassware before starting to wipe down the table. The worse part of this though? You could smell his cologne now. It wasn’t very strong, but he was moving around just vigorously enough that it wafted the smell your way. You were sitting just close enough, to get whiffs of it. It filled your stomach with butterflies and also made you feel nauseous. You were hoping he’d be done soon. You didn’t know how much longer you could keep the tears at bay. That fact really made you angry.

Wasn’t five and a half years fucking long enough to be over this shit?

Apparently not.

“Good,” Terrence said firmly, pointing at you again. “Now, you are going to stop dating for a while and you are going to take some time for yourself. Take as much time as you need. Weeks, months, years, whatever. Hell, I’d be fine with years so long as you get your head on straight!”

You couldn’t help but chuckle.

“But, in the meantime, you, my friend, are going to become a dick ho, like me,” Terrence continued. “You don’t need a relationship, but you still need dick. Trust me on this. I’ve been single for years and single life really isn’t that bad. Once you have access to a steady stream of dick that’s always on call and ready to pound the shit out of you at a moment’s notice, you won’t want a boyfriend, or the drama they come with, ever again. I know I certainly don’t.”

There was a loud clatter of dishes at the table behind you that made you both jump. It sounded like Adrian dropped the tub, resulting in a few broken glasses inside. Before you could be tempted to turn around and see what happened, Adrian rushed past carrying the tub back to the kitchen. You didn’t look at him, just sighed in relief that he was gone.

Terrence, however, turned to watch Adrian depart, then turned back to you with a raised brow.

“One of these days,” he said. “You really need to tell me what the fuck happened with you two.”

You shrugged. “Like I said, it just didn’t work out.”

“Horse shit,” Terrence snapped at you. “Nothing about the energy that flew between you two right then said, ‘it just didn’t work out.’ Something happened.”

You shrugged again, going back to playing with your food rather than eating. Terrence didn’t say anything, but you could feel him watching you as you stared down at your plate. You finally heard him sigh with resignation.

“Babes, I’m not trying to pry. Honestly, I’m not,” he said, lowering the volume of his voice as his tone changed from the cocky, sarcastic, overconfident gay man act he put on while out in public to just being Terrence, your best friend through thick and thin for 17 years. “I’m just really worried about you. You haven’t been the same person in years. Not since you were with him.” He gestured over his shoulder with his thumb towards the kitchen door. “And that really fucking worries me since you weren’t together for that long. Just a few months, about seven if I remember right. And it’s been, what? Six years and you still won’t tell me what happened?”

You stared at the table, silent. So, Terrence continued.

“I honestly don’t know if I should drop it like you keep telling me, round up some guys to go fuck his ass up, or what the fuck I’m supposed to do,” he paused to watch you for a few seconds. “It’s obvious he hurt you, and he hurt you bad. I’m just very, very concerned now about the how of it.”

You looked up at him then. Terrence had an expression of concern on his face that you didn’t see very often. This meant he was serious, and you weren’t going to get out of this without some sort of explanation. You were going to have to give him something, whether you wanted to or not.

You sighed.

“I don’t even know where to start,” you finally said after a period of silence.

“Let’s start with the end,” Terrence said. “Why did you guys break up?”

“No fucking clue,” you said instantly, dropping your fork on your plate and settling back in the booth with your arms crossed. “I still ask myself that same damn question sometimes.”

Your best friend blinked several times.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Terrence said, a baffled expression on his face. “Weren’t you there for it? It was your relationship. You should know why it broke, especially with how happy we all thought you two were.”

“It means exactly what it sounds like it means,” you said, with a frustrated tone. This is why you never told anyone. “I literally have no idea why we broke up. And we were happy. Everything was fine. Fucking fantastic even.” You sighed and closed your eyes. “Terrence, we were even talking about moving in together. He had already suggested looking at rings.”

Terrence’s eyes flew wide, his jaw dropped.

“No fucking way,” he said, in awe. “Seriously?”

You nodded.

It was a rare moment for Terrence, but he was actually speechless for a moment. It was a fleeting moment, but it still happened.

“Y/N, you’ve never moved that fast with anyone,” he finally said, slowly. “Like…ever. What gives?”

You shrugged. “Because I wanted to. It felt right. All I’ve ever done when it comes to relationships is follow my gut. For once, my gut told me it was okay to be reckless.”

Again, Terrence stared at you, speechless again. You knew what this all sounded like. You had always been the responsible one. Usually this was the shit him and your other friends were doing, not you. He was right to be shocked because it still shocked you.

“Anyway,” you said, wiping your eyes once more. The watering had stopped, but your lashes were a bit damp. “Doesn’t really matter now. The last time he came over, he acted really weird. Kinda cold, like he was mad, but he wouldn’t talk to me about it. He didn’t stay the night either, which was also weird. He just said it was because he had something he needed to do. He left, then he just stopped talking to me.”

Terrence blinked a few times. “What do you mean?”

“After he left my apartment that night,” you said, a knot in your throat. “He basically never spoke to me again.”

Terrence was staring at you. “He fucking ghosted you?”

You nodded. “He started leaving me on read that night. After about a week, I finally sent him a message asking him if we were broken up. A few minutes later, he texted back with a yes. I replied with, ‘okay.’ And that was it. I haven’t spoken to him since.”

Terrence looked like he wanted to cry.

“Oh honey…”

No, now you remembered. THIS was why you hadn’t told anyone before. The stupid sympathy you knew you would get. While you were fine with normal breakup sympathy, this was a different kind of sympathy you didn’t want. Especially from the people who knew you really well, like Terrence. They understood what this meant and the impact of all of this as much as you did. But at least you didn’t actually have to say the words “I finally fell in love and now I'm broken inside.” At least that part, more than anything else, was easily understood.

“Don’t do that ‘oh honey’ shit with me, you know I hate that” you said, a little harsher than you meant to then sighed. “Sorry, but this is why I didn’t want to talk about it. I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” Terrence pointed out.

“No, I’m not,” you agreed, feeling anxiety start to clutch your throat in its iron grip. “But there ain’t a damn thing I can do about it. I love him, he doesn’t love me, and I can’t seem to get the fuck over it. I don’t know why I can’t, I just fucking can’t. Now, can we please get out of here and go somewhere else if you’re going to insist on continuing this conversation?”

Terrence could see your panic attack rising up and now it was right under the surface of your calm facade. He nodded, taking his keys out of his pocket, and sliding them to you.

“Go wait in the car,” he said. “I’ll get everything squared away here. You want a to-go container for your food?”

Shaking your head, you grabbed the keys off the table and stood up.

“Nah, you can have it if you want it though,” you said, then headed for the car.

While you got in the passenger seat like normal, you went ahead and started the car to get the AC and radio on. It was in the middle of lunch rush, the restaurant was packed and shorthanded, so it might take Terrence awhile to get out of there. Fortunately, he had left his cigarettes in the car, so you rolled your window down and helped yourself to one. You didn’t smoke and never had, but you did have one occasionally to calm your nerves. This was your first cigarette in months. It wasn’t the healthiest way to deal with your occasional panic attacks, but oh well.

Within a few minutes, the music on the radio and the cold menthol burn in your throat had calmed you down. You even found your mood turn good as one of your favorite songs from childhood came on. Turning up the radio so you could hear every beat of the 80’s pop song, you quietly sang along just under the volume of the music.

This was why you didn’t hear it when someone tried to get your attention until they had to practically scream at you through the window.

“Hey Y/N!”

Jumping in surprise, you dropped the lit cigarette into your lap. This resulted in a few frantic seconds of trying to grab it before it burned your clothing while also trying not to burn yourself, only for you to drop it to the floorboard and have to repeat the process all over again. Finally, you got ahold of the filter end and chucked it out the window in aggravation. The person standing outside barely managed to get out of the way of the cigarette as it went flying.

You leaned forward and turned the radio down before looking out your window to see who yelled for you. Then you froze. You felt sick to your stomach. While he was standing upright and you were eye level with his hips, you would recognize that jacket/Fennel Fields uniform combo anywhere.

Adrian stood there for a second, then bent back down to look into the car. Your gaze met his and your heart nearly stopped.

He was just as gorgeous to you now as he was back then. It didn’t look like he had aged much in all this time. he even still wore the same style of glasses and had his hair styled the same. But you could tell he was filling out his work uniform a bit differently these days. The baggy clothing might hide his muscle tone from your average person, but not from you, someone who once had intimate knowledge of the body underneath it. You could see the difference in how his uniform fit him before and how it fit now, even if no one else could.

It definitely was not a bad look for him, but you pushed that thought away.

Adrian seemed nervous.

“Hi,” he finally said.

“Hi,” you replied.

It was quiet after that. You waited for him to speak, but he didn’t. He just stared at you like he was suddenly questioning all of his life choices.

“Did you need something?” you finally asked.

Adrian shook his head slowly. You saw him swallow heavily, then he finally spoke.

“I just wanted to see if you were okay,” he said, a bit if hesitation in his voice. “I was leaving and saw you smoking. You only smoke when you’re freaked out or upset.”

You blinked, your stomach clenching harder. He still remembered, even after all these years.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” you said, keeping your voice steady. Panic was taking ahold of your throat again, but you kept it at bay. “It’s just been a bad couple of days.”

“I heard you talking about that,” Adrian said, nodding, but then quickly stopped and added. “Not that I was eavesdropping, I wasn’t, I swear. I just overheard you by accident while I was working. I wasn’t trying to listen in on your conversation or anything. Why would I? That would be a completely insane thing to do. So, no, I wasn’t eavesdropping.”

Adrian’s face had turned red. You forgot how cute it was when he accidentally tattled on himself like that. You bit down on the side of your tongue to keep from smiling.

“It sucks, but that’s life,” you said, shrugging. “What can ya do, ya know?”

He nodded in agreement. Your phone vibrated in your pocket, so you fished it out to look at it. Terrence was just letting you know he was waiting to get his card back and would be out soon.

You set your phone in your lap then looked back out your window. You half hoped Adrian wouldn’t still be there when you turned back, but he was. Rather than looking at you though, he was staring at the ground, brow furrowed.

“What about you?” you asked him.

“Hmm?” he said, your words snapping him out of his thoughts, his gaze swiveling back to you.

“You look disturbed,” you said. “Or like you want to say something.”

Adrian started to shake his head, then stopped, sighed, and looked at you.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “From before. For being an asshole before, I mean. You didn’t deserve that. You deserved better than that. I should’ve just told you, I was just so fucking sca-“

Adrian’s mouth clamped shut and he turned an even brighter shade of red.

“I’m sorry,” he said again after an extended period of silence.

This time, Adrian left his apology at that.

You stared at him, your emotions shutting down to get you through the rest of this. You prayed Terrence would hurry up.

“Thank you,” you managed to say, then looked down at your lap.

Neither of you said anything else. You didn’t look at him again, instead choosing to start messing with the strand of beads Terrence had wrapped around the stick shift.

“I should go. I gotta get to my other job,” he finally said. “See you around. I guess.”

“See you,” you said, not looking up.

You heard him start walking away, only looking up when you were sure he wouldn’t be looking. You saw him getting into his Sebring. He had just gotten it when you met him, so it wasn’t a surprise to see he still had it.

Quickly looking away before he could catch you, you turned the radio back up. You hesitated for a second then grabbed another cigarette. Terrence opened the driver’s side door at that moment and got in.

“I’d ask how that went,” he said, watching your hands shake as you lit it. “But I think I already know the answer.”

You took a long drag off the cigarette. “Has he left yet?”

Terrence looked over towards where the Sebring had been parked.

“Yeah, he’s long gone,” he said, then reached over, taking your free hand in his and squeezing it. “Liquor store then my place?”

You nodded.

He nodded, letting go of your hand to put on his seat belt and start driving.

As your emotions crept back in and what Adrian said sank in, you felt the desire to scream start to rise in your throat. You swallowed it down for the moment, but that did stop the tears from welling up in your eyes. You hastily wiped them away with the back of your hand.

This was as close to closure as you were ever going to get. You knew that. While you still had no idea why it happened, or what happened even, at least you knew that he meant his apology. Adrian still couldn’t lie worth a damn. This was proven when he tried to lie about eavesdropping. It wasn’t much, at all, but at least it was something.

It also reopened all those old wounds you’d tried to convince yourself were just scars now. They weren’t healed at all, as it turns out. You’d never given them the proper chance to, really. They were still just scabbed over.

Once you were done with your cigarette, you leaned against the door with your elbow, covered your eyes with one hand, and finally let six years’ worth of tears fall.

There was no sign of them stopping anytime soon.

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[hope-to-hell]

Fulgurite Dreams part two: Geode.

Rated M for mildly smutty. Adrian Toomes x Reader.

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Once upon a time, there was a vengeful man.

No, that’s not it. Try again.

Once upon a time, there was a man who did everything right but still lost.

No. Not that either. Pay attention.

Once upon a time there was an ordinary man. He scrubbed his hands with black soap in the evenings and had dreams filled with numbers winding around stone columns, of schematics, of birds, of high clouds in the moonlight. And once upon a time, that man woke up on a bright clear morning, kissed his little girl on the cheek, and went to find his fortune.

Once upon a time, that man got fucked. It wasn’t his fault— how could it be? He couldn’t have known that his big salvage job would be pulled right out from under him, but it was; all he got was a not your business any longer and that was that. Numbers crawled through his veins even as he tried and failed to keep his cool; already he could see the hole he’d be in once he paid his crew and the lenders started calling. Debt waits for no man, without a care for the hurt it brings.

But hey. We all know how it goes: Adrian Toomes got his. He took to the skies and made his fortune— and then some. He lost it, too, in a desperate move that made him reach too far; all that waited then was pain and the long monotony of prison.

Bullshit.

Say he decides that last job’s not worth the risk. Say his path forks and he goes the other way, sharing out what’s left and saying you boys have fun. Say he drops Liz and her beau off at the prom with a smile and a wave; maybe he knows what Peter’s been up to and maybe he doesn’t, but either way it doesn’t matter anymore. He gives his shovel talk and sees them off; if he goes home to hole up in his workshop long past midnight, that’s his affair.

How’d it go?

Oh, you know. Just threatened to fillet the kid if he hurts my girl.

I bet he was terrified. Now, how about you come inside and I’ll take your mind off things?

(Hey kid, you okay?

Yeah. Fine. Just got in an argument after school, is all. Doesn’t even hurt.)

He doesn’t come in with the smell of autumn clinging to his hair anymore, and the armature no longer leaves sore and roughened patches from where it pressed hard even through his leather jacket. But he rubs his stubbled cheek along your thigh just the same; he listens to the weather forecast every evening and whispers the wind’s secrets into the tender skin behind your ear. Gotta catch the updraft, sweetheart. Let it carry you; all the power in the word can’t compare to the moment you really soar.

He comes home with canvas bags full to bursting. Damn kids are asking for ratatouille, of all things.

He comes home with grease under his nails. He scrubs and scrubs and scrubs and all he says is

(No, kid. You’re not okay. Look at me. I know. I know.

Then why didn’t you say anything?

Because you have to do it. It’s in your blood.)

He comes home and makes a beeline for the workshop. When you go to find him, the car’s outside under a tarp, and inside— inside, his wings cast their angel silhouette against the wall.

Thought you were retired.

I am. But I can feel which way the wind’s blowing.

You dream of the earth splitting apart, flinging a bright moon into the sky. Fragments of stone rain down as everything becomes hot, then cold, then silent. You dream of long shadows and of Adrian’s teeth sharp like knives. You dream of your limbs bound tight, watching chaos and destruction and the eons-long reordering of the world.

The scale is never zeroed out. Its weights are always in flux, and you can either account for that or be crushed by it. Adrian breathes soft and warm against your neck; his voice is burred with sleep. Easy, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere. His hand holds you steady as he eases inside, belly hair tickling the small of your back. Dreams don’t mean a damn thing. They’re just waypoints to get your mind from here to there. You think mountains have meaning? Or storms? They don’t care. They just are. He rolls his hips with infinite slowness, timed to the rise and fall of his chest. That’s the thing about getting older: you learn to savor what you have. And right now he has you, snug and secure in the long warm night.

Surprised you haven’t told Peter to run for the hills.

Wouldn’t make a difference if I did. He’s too damn stubborn.

Like you.

Hmph. Maybe. At least this way I can keep an eye on him. He rolls you under him and for a moment rests with his forehead against you, warm and sweat-slick and he isn’t nearly heavy enough, not with the way he holds himself up on his arms; he should be soft and weighty, all-encompassing. He should be breathing starlight into your skin; the soft rasp of his body on yours should whisper all the secrets he can’t say. And so you reach up and back to pull him down to you.

(Whether you tell her or not has to be your call. But you keep her safe, understand? Don’t bring your mess home to her.)

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[evabellasworld]

First Meeting at Fennel Fields

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Pairing: Adrian Chase x Agender!OC (Rue Iqbal)

Rating: 13+

Summary: 

Rue Iqbal, who recently moved to the town of Evergreen, stopped by at Fennel Fields to enjoy a meal when they made a potential romantic connection with the cute busboy, Adrian Chase.

A/N: This is part 1 of the series, Star Blossom. Stay tuned for part 2

It was a cold, late afternoon, with light gray clouds and a glint of sunlight in the sky. Driving in a silver car, Rue Iqbal admired the quaint town of Evergreen, with rows of mom-and-pop shops attached together and small trees and shrubs planted in every corner of the sidewalks, their light green leaves slowly fading into dark orange, reflecting the beginning of the autumn season. Their face was drenched with sweat and makeup and their ribbons loose from both sides of their curly hair. Wearing a light blue knitted vest with a slightly crumpled shirt and flared midi skirt, their Mary Jane shoes that Rue polished early in the morning had lost its shine, along with their white stockings that turned gray.

Despite their favorite song, La Vie En Rose, playing on the radio, Rue’s head was throbbing with slight pain and their right eye felt heavy, their left eye covered with eyepatch. But with their last meal after their mid-afternoon prayer, Rue’s stomach rumbled for hours, forcing them to drive to a nearby restaurant and eat as much as their heart desired. If they had the option, they craved a large paratha with thick, spicy mutton curry and a side of pakoras, just like how their paternal grandmother made them years ago. 

Unfortunately, grandmother isn’t here to cook their favorite food, let alone comfort their heavy heart and dried tears. They’re on their own, in a new place, without anyone by their side.

Parking their car in front of a restaurant called Fennel Fields, Rue stared at their reflection in their rearview and touched up on their makeup and hair, before spraying an ocean-scented perfume on their bare neck. Taking a deep breath, they emerged from their vehicle with their light blue handbag and approached the restaurant their co-workers raved about earlier. The interior of the restaurant was painted with warm yellow that harmonized with the mild lighting and toasty surroundings, and the scent of Bolognese sauce and fresh rosemary welcomed the only customer. 

All the seats were vacant, with saucers and a set of forks and knives placed on top of serviettes. Rue noticed that there were only a few staff on duty, and focused their gaze towards the round clock hanging in the middle, which was half-past five. As Rue glanced at the freshly mopped wooden floor, the restaurant hostess approached them with a warm smile on her face and a menu in her hands.

“Welcome to Fennel Fields,” she greeted. “Are you here to dine in or takeout?”

“I’m here to dine-in,” they replied in a cordial manner.

“Alright, miss, right this way,” she said, as she led them to their seat, which was a table with only two chairs and a painting of a willow tree on their right.

“Thank you,” Rue said, as they sat down and hung their handbag behind them. 

“You’re welcome, miss,” she responded, handing them the menu. “Feel free to take your time to browse through the menu and ring the bell once you’re ready to order.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” they said, browsing through the menu, hoping the restaurant had options for vegans and vegetarians, just like what their co-workers claimed. They were right‌, because there is a vegan section on the menu, which is completely plant-based. Five minutes later, Rue rang the bell and a waitress approached her table, with a notebook in her hands.

“I’ll have a Caprese salad with a strawberry Italian soda,” Rue stated, as the waitress wrote it down on their notebook.

“Will that be all?” she asked. “A Caprese salad with a strawberry Italian soda?”

“That will be all,” they affirmed, handing her the menu. “Thank you so much.”

“No problem, miss.”

As the waitress left, Rue leaned against their seat and as they listened to the tranquil music in the background and turned to a simple willow tree painting on their right, sinking deep into their thoughts. They couldn’t help noticing the yellowish-greenish colors that were used for the leaves, along with the shadow that casts underneath it with light gray colors. Rue remembered the willow tree in the park one sunny day, where they used to sit whenever they felt like their burdens were too heavy for them to carry on their back and weeped without shame and guilt from people around them. With orange butterflies fluttering and the scent of nectars in the air, it was the perfect way to feel home. 

But they weren’t home anymore. They’re in Evergreen, where there’s no sight of enormous skyscrapers and the mysterious green forest loomed at the edge of the town.

Before delving further into the new town, the waitress returned with their Caprese salad and a glass of strawberry Italian soda, bringing them back into the present. Rue thanked the waitress and glanced at their meal, which consists of fresh tomato slices, mozzarella cheese, and basil leaves, drizzled with olive oil and a hint of black pepper. It may not be vegan, but last they checked, mozzarella cheese did not contain rennet, hence, it was safe for them to eat. As they took a bite of their meal, they tasted the tanginess of the tomato and mozzarella slices mixed together with the pungent taste of basil. With the balancing flavor of the olive oil and black pepper, Rue’s eyes widened as they glanced at their meal, taking another bite and stuffing it in their mouth, satisfying their hunger. 

They then took a sip of their strawberry Italian soda with a red-striped straw, and sighed in relief at the sweet taste of the fresh strawberries that were mixed with the bubbly club soda and the cooling ice cube that refreshed their body, despite the cold mist fogging the restaurant’s window.  Despite the fog, however, Rue pictured the golden leaf that blew towards their bedroom window early in the morning, resembling the ones that were scattered near the willow tree. The street sweeper usually piled them up into a mini mountain, and Rue used to jump towards the pile and let the leaves rain towards their giggling face, until the sweeper showed up and cursed at them. 

That was years ago when they were still in high school. As their mind flies towards their past, they did not notice the busboy approaching their table, who had been admiring their beauty since the moment they stepped foot into Fennel Fields.

“Excuse me, miss,” a busboy asked, carrying a jug of strawberry Italian soda. “Do you want a refill of your drink?”

Rue focused their attention towards the busboy who was standing in front of them and traced their eyes from his head to his toned forearms, all the way to his leather black shoes, which looked almost worn out. Wearing a red cap with matching shirt and a beige apron, his bespectacled eyes reminded Rue of a forest at night, which complimented with his porcelain skin and dimpled smile. Rue could only sip their soda as they admired the handsome busboy sitting in front of them, who resembled one of those main leads in a Korean drama, except for the fact that he was clearly a white man whose age they could not guess. But if they had to bet, the busboy looked like he was either in his late 20s or in his early 30s, though not more than 31. 

Their eyes then moved towards his name tag on his apron before nodding in response. “I would love that, Adrian, thank you.”

He rapidly blinked at Rue’s response, gripping on the jug’s handle. “How did you know my name?”

“It’s on your name tag,” they pointed out, much to his relief.

“That makes sense,” he chuckled, as he poured their drink into their glass. “Though it feels weird that a customer would refer to a busboy or a busgirl or a busser by their names, since we mostly do the dirty work that the waiters don’t dare.”

“Yeah, bussers have to carry stacks of dirty dishes and refill drinks, which is really tiring. Like, I remember carrying 15 dirty dishes from one table and both my arms and legs were super sore.”

“Wait, you were a busser as well?”

“Yeah, it was my first job back in high school. Whenever school finished, I worked from around 4 p.m. to 11 p.m., and then woke up for school at 6, and then the pattern repeated.”

“I know that feeling,” he empathized with their experience as he leaned closer to their ears to whisper. “Not to mention you’re underpaid, a lot.”

Rue’s eyes widened as Adrian whispered in her ears, though they understood that he could not say it openly at his workplace since it might get him fired, or worse. Speaking of the workplace, Rue realized that they may have been taking loads of Adrian’s time, since he was still on duty right now. 

“You should head back to work,” they reminded him. “I don’t think your boss would be happy to see you mingling with a customer.”

“Please, you’re the only one here,” he snorted, as he took a seat and placed the jug on the table, facing Rue. “Besides, I was really bored and there’s nothing much I can do anyway, aside from wiping the table, which I’ve done that for like a hundred times.”

Rue burst into laughter. “You talk to customers when you’re bored?”

“Nah, I usually would be sitting in the back and listening to music, but since you’re here all alone, I thought you could use some company anyway, since you look lonely and all.”

“I appreciate that,” they replied. “So how long have you worked here?”

“Pretty long, I guess,” he shrugged, looking upwards. “Probably around a year or two. Or maybe three. I don’t know. I’m bad at math. Anyway, let’s talk about you. What do you do for a living?”

“I’m a high school chemistry teacher. Today’s my first day of teaching at Evergreen High School. Ever heard of it?”

“Oh my gosh, yes, of course I heard of it. I used to go there, along with my older brother and my best friend, who’s close with my older brother,” his eyes brightened, reminiscing his past to Rue. “If I could remember, Mr. White was my chemistry teacher, until he got killed by a drug lord, which I’m not sure how to feel, since chemistry isn’t my favorite subject and also the fact that I zoned out at every one of his classes.”

“So you and your older brother and your best friend, who’s close with your older brother, were alumni of that school?” they recapped, feeling goosebumps on their skin on Mr. White’s death. “Well, that explains why the superintendent hired me immediately after the interview.”

“I’m not surprised,” he shrugged. “A lot of teachers are leaving the profession, which I don’t blame them, since the pay is low and students can be dickheads sometimes. Are your students a bunch of dickheads?”

“So far, they seemed fine,” they laughed with amusement. “Though it’s too early to judge, since it’s only the first day.”

“That’s totally understandable,” Adrian let out a pleasant laugh, before proceeding to dig through their history. “So if you don’t mind me asking, where are you from, cause I’ve never seen you around town before, so yeah…”

“Well, I was born and raised in Malaysia, but I came to America when I was fourteen,” they explained, releasing a shallow sigh. “I lived in Kane City for eight years, which was famous for their willow trees, until I decided to move to Evergreen, where I’ve only been here for two days.”

“That’s a lot of moving,” he remarked. “So you must be a city girl, right?”

Rue chuckled in response, much to his confusion. “Did I say anything wrong?”

“I’m not sure how to say this, but I’m not a girl,” they clarified, pressing their hands together. “I’m actually agender, which means I don’t identify with any gender at all. Basically, I’m genderless, so yeah…”

“I am so sorry about that,” he babbled, aghast at his own behavior. “I should have asked before assuming your gender, which I did, and now I think I made things awkward between us.”

“No worries about that,” Rue assured him. “I get that a lot.”

“It’s still not an excuse to misgender you, though,” he looked down on the table, avoiding their eyes, before clearing his throat. “Anyway, to make things less awkward, what pronouns do you use?”

“I go by they, them, ze and zir,” they answered. ‘What about you? What pronouns do you go by?”

“I go by he and him pronouns, and I’m also a cis male, just to clear up the confusion between the both of us.”

“Alright, looks like we’ve cleared up the air,” they clapped their hands once. “So, how long did you stay in Evergreen?”

“Since I was born, which was practically my whole life,” he answered, gazing at Rue’s right eye. “I never left Evergreen, and I don’t think I ever will. I mean, I know it can be boring and all, with nothing much happening in this town, except for the fact that we were almost invaded by a bunch of butterflies, which I obviously have nothing to do with, but otherwise, there’s nothing much here except for a few crimes here and there.”

“Honestly, I would rather be almost invaded by a bunch of butterflies than to deal with corrupt cops and some billionaire who tried to poison our rivers,” Rue chortled. “Besides, butterflies are beneficial to the ecosystem since they contribute to our food production.”

“Yeah, of course,” he laughed nervously, wiping the sweat off his forehead. “Those butterflies are definitely beneficial to the ecosystem, alright. Anyway, let’s talk about your home country, Malaysia, since I’ve never heard about it before, so yeah, what’s it like down there?”

“From what I remembered, I would hang out at the esplanade with my friends while admiring the ocean up close, along with the blue sky above. I also remembered the alleyways with artworks of children riding on the bicycle and playing on the swing. I also remembered enjoying swimming in the river near my grandparent’s house and the water would be freezing cold, despite the immense heat outside. Oh, there’s also a rice field nearby as well, and it’s a beautiful sight when it’s being harvested.”

“It sounded like paradise.”

“It did, actually,” they smiled sadly. “If only I could stay there forever.”

“Do you miss your home country?”

“Yeah, I do miss Malaysia a lot,” they sighed. “I could come back there, but I’m not sure whether I would recognize it since everything changed for the past eight years.”

“Well, you know what they say, if you’ve been away from home for too long, you end up becoming a foreigner when you return home.”

Rue nodded as they stared distantly at their drink, contemplating Adrian’s words. Their memories of their eight years old self enjoying a strawberry ice ball replayed in their mind like a rolling film camera. They were sitting all alone in an open-air shop and counted every trishaw that rode past them on the quiet streets. The shopkeeper knew their parents well. Whenever Rue came to his shop, he always smiled and talked to them in their native language. Rue would love to go back to those moments, but they no longer live there anymore, nor speak their native language that their parents and teachers from her old school had taught. Even if they go back, they would no longer be the same little girl that everyone recognized. 

“Everything alright, Rue?” Adrian interrupted their thoughts, his brows wrinkled. “You seemed sad.”

“Yeah, I’m alright,” they insisted, grinning from ear-to-ear. “I was just taking a trip down to memory lane, that’s all.”

“Is it something I said, cause if it is, I’m really sorry about that.”

Rue shook their head. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Adrian. It’s just that I realized that I forgot how to speak Malay, which I used to be super fluent along with English, but since coming here, I could only converse in English, Japanese and Korean, which is embarrassing, cause I made an effort to learn Japanese and Korean but somehow I didn’t do the same with Malay, which was the language my parents and my grandparents and the rest of my ancestors have spoken, even during the colonial eras. So yeah, you’re right. If I returned to Malaysia, I’ll feel more like an American tourist instead of a Malaysian who returned home.”

Adrian can’t imagine losing the ability to speak his native tongue, but listening to Rue’s cries on forgetting the language that their ancestors have spoken made his heart ache. They would insist that everything seemed fine, but he noticed their suppression of tears through their right eye, since the other eyes were covered with an eye patch. He wondered how they lost half of their sight in the first place, though it’s not the right time to ask about it.

“It must be painful forgetting a language you used to be fluent in,” he empathized in a softer tone. “And I’m sure it hurts to feel disconnected from your home country and its culture. But I’m confident that it is never too late to re-learn the Malay language and reconnect with your culture. It definitely won’t be easy, but I’m sure it will be a healing journey for you and your family, if you’re still in touch with them, of course. Are you still in touch with your family?.”

“Unfortunately, no, but you’re still right,” they smiled at Adrian. “It’s never too late to re-learn the Malay language and reconnect with my culture. After all, we persevered through the colonial era and the Japanese occupation during World War II, so I don’t think I’ll give up anytime soon.”

“That’s the spirit,” he cheered, as he noticed their blue handbag hanging on the chair. “Is that a Kate Spade you got there?”

“How did you know?” they gasped, grabbing their handbag.

“It’s the leather for me, cause it’s made of crossgrain calf leather, which is the least expensive kind of leather and also more durable than the regular soft leather, perfect for carrying loads of stuff like files and books, since that’s what teachers usually carry all the time.”

Rue raised their eyebrows as they leaned towards him while still clutching on their handbag. “You have such eyes for details. Does anyone ever tell you that?”

“No, people just call me stupid and clueless, which is actually true, since I can’t tell who’s being sarcastic and I also don’t feel emotions like people do.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

Adrian shook his head. “No, it’s true. People always tell me that I’m dumb and that I talk too much, which is also true as well.”

Rue blinked at his statement, wondering whether he was pulling their leg. Surely, a man who accurately guessed the brand of their handbag would not be stupid, clueless, and dumb. As for the emotion part, Adrian makes them feel like they’re talking to a close friend that they’ve known for years instead of a stranger they just met an hour ago. 

“What makes you think that you’re stupid and clueless?” they asked, tilting their head to their right. 

“Well, one time, I noticed my best friend was really occupied with work and all, so I decided to help him do his laundry. Unfortunately, I may have used the wrong detergent, so his clothes pretty much turned pink. Understandably, he got mad and he wouldn’t allow me in his trailer for two weeks, so yeah.” 

Rue burst out laughing that they almost choked on their saliva, before clearing their throat and straightening their posture. “I don’t think I can consider you being stupid, since I also accidentally turned one of my white dresses pink. But honestly, at least I could wear that dress, since most of my clothes are blue and white.” 

“I threw my best friend's phone out of the car, thinking it was trackable, but his dad found him anyway because of his helmet. I realize now that it was a dumb thing to do.”

“Wait, helmets are trackable?” Rue bit their cheeks in thought.

“Well, my best friend’s helmet was trackable since his dad specially built it, and his dad is a racist nutjob‌, which you shouldn’t worry about, since he’s dead and I definitely have no part in his death, so yeah.”

“Okay then, that’s good to know,” Rue nodded. “So, you mentioned you have an older brother, right?”

“Yeah, I did,” he replied with a grin. “His name is Gut, and he’s like way older than me, like 13 years older, and he was alright. We only see each other during the holidays, since he has his own life and all.”

“Huh, it must be nice having a big brother. How about the rest of your family? Are you close with them as well?”

“Kind of, I mean, I only see them during the holidays, so yeah, it’s all good, I guess.”

Rue hummed in agreement as they stole a quick glance of the time. It was already 6.30 p.m. It dawned on them just how swiftly the past hour and a half had flown by, their conversation flowing seamlessly and effortlessly. Yet, Rue was hit with their most important part of their everyday obligations, which was their daily prayers. In 20 minutes, their next prayer would start, though they can’t bear the weight of leaving Adrian all alone, despite their short but captivating connection they had shared earlier. 

Letting out a resigned sigh, Rue took out a piece of a blue memo pad and a Sharpie from their handbag, puzzling Adrian with their unexpected action.

“Everything okay, Rue?”

“I would love to stay and chat with you longer, but I just realized that my next prayer starts in 20 minutes, which I can’t be late to, so will it be okay if I give you my phone number instead?

Adrian’s eyes sparkled as Rue handed him their phone number on a blue memo pad, which had an ocean scent attached to it. It’s not every day a pretty person like Rue would give their phone number to him. He felt like floating in the air as angels surrounded him with their soulful opera.

“Of course you can,” he grinned, folding the piece of paper inside his pocket. “I would definitely call you, after you’re done with your prayers. By the way, what time is your last prayer, cause I don’t want to disturb you while praying, you know.”

“You can call me at 9,” they suggested, getting up from their seat. “I’ll be done by then.”

“Sure thing, I’ll definitely call you at 9,” he got up with them. “I can’t wait to continue our conversations together.”

“I’ll be waiting,” Rue winked, before realizing that they only had one eye, prompting them to turn around and ignore his soft laugh behind them. “Just don’t be late.”

“See you soon, Rue,” Adrian waved as he watched them leave Fennel Fields. Looking down at the phone number that they gave earlier, he paced out of the restaurant through the back door and performed his signature dance move at the empty alleyway, not giving a fuck whether his co-workers were staring at him weirdly.

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