#anyhow just felt like talking about him so maybe im in love fuck you

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Being Frank Castle's Daughter in Hawkins Pt 7

Gif Caption: Top Gif: Matt Murdock from Marvel's Daredevil Bottom Gif: Will Byers from Netflix's Stranger Things

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Reader: 17-18 age range | Female

Characters mentioned: Frank Castle (MCU), Matt Murdock (MCU), Karen Page (MCU), Peter Parker (MCU), Curt Hoyle (MCU) Dinah Madani (MCU), Steve Harrington (ST), Joyce Byers (ST), Will Byers (ST), Jonathan Byers (Breifly, ST) Jim Hopper (ST)

A/n: with a heavy heart I say Billy Hargrove was not talked about today :(

Warnings: none? Surprisingly. But shits about to get real next part 😈

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So you introduced Steve to the group

He was terrified to meet Matt

And stuck his hand out introducing himself

"Did he stick his hand out?" Matt asked.

"Yeah." Y/n spoke as Matt laughed, "Your hand gonna have to fine mine, Mr.Harrington. I'm blind."

Oh s h i t

Steve already feels that he fucked up as They shake hands

"You're the one Y/n writes about." Matt smiled, "nice to meet you. Though her brail could use some work."

"Haha." Y/n laugh sarcastically.

"Seems it's hard for her to swallow." Matt spoke leaning into Steve, "means it's true."

Y/n rolled her eyes as Steve laughed shortly.

You introduce him to everyone else as well

He fears Karen.

Mostly because she was talking about Pistols and calibers with Frank before Y/n introduced him.

Karen's happy to meet him, but he's still terrified.

You guys like your weapons

Gun background made sense with Frank being in the service

totally wasn't because of all the Punisher and Daredevil stuff

That I might add has been kept a secret besides Billy and Max

props to them for keeping silent too

Anyways so now you Peter and Steve are playing with Legos in the living room on the floor while you make small discussion with Matt and Madani

"Lego Steve." Y/n smiled handing Steve the little Lego man.

He chuckled, "Lego Steve indeed. Love the hair."

Y/n smiled, "I bet you do."

Not peter gagging in the background

"Oh yeah parker?"

"Yeah- Lets go!"

"Alright let's go!"

One intense game of rock paper sisscors later and him winning and you "dead on the floor"

"As a win. Im taking that last muffin"

"Oh like hell you are!"

Pushing each other for the last Muffin as you both pull each other down constantly.

"Come here Mr.Harrington." Matt spoke, "Lets speak outside?"

"Uh. Sure." Steve spoke standing up, "Do you-"

"Need help? No." Matt smiled, "I've mapped out the house by now by wall. Glad there aren't stairs inside."

Steve followed Matt who felt along the wall till they were outside.

"Matt, Don't scare the kid." Karen spoke.

"It'll just be a little." Matt explained as he walked out the door.

"If he cant survive Matts talk he's sure not surving Franks." Madani pointed out, Frank sliding her a glass of water.

"We'll think of you foundly." Curt spoke taking a drink of his own water, "and often."

Steve gulped as he walked out the door, it closing behind him.

"Mr.Murdock-"

"Matts fine." He spoke.

"R.right." Steve agreed, "Steve will be fine then."

"Very well then." Matt told, sitting down on the small patio bench, "sit. Sit."

Steve took the seat next to him, "You're very special to Y/n, do you know that?"

"I'd very much hope so sir." Steve spoke, "She means much to me."

Matt smiled in Steve's general direction.

"You've been in her room."

"What!?" Steve spoke, "No. No!-"

"Your hair product has a very...recognizable scent," Matt answered with honesty, "You and one other guy,"

"Oh. Him?" Steve asked, "Y/n said Thor was over- you know, friends with an Avenger, just common New York...stuff..."

Matt nodded, he could sense the shift in Steve's mood: "That makes you jealous."

"What!?" Steve spoke, "Pfft, no...Okay a little- Y/n said you were smart."

Matt chuckled, "lets just say the whole think about being Blind and your other senses heightening is true."

Steve smiled in response, not that Matt could see.

"Anyhow." Matt starts, "I'm not asking you to taks care of her, or provide for her. Im asking you to be there maybe you can't physically because somethings come up with family, or your locked away, what ever it be I ask you to be there for her mentally, for her worst and her best."

"I'd love to be there for her. In anyway I can." Steve spilled out, "as cliché as it sounds I'd do anything for her."

Matt smiles once again: "good. Because My Y/n's been through quiet a bit. She's a good kid, she has a big heart."

"And Im very glad I get to see that side of her." Steve told.

"Good."

Dad talk from Matt? Slightly terrifying

But it makes sense, with how close they are

So Steve's determined to impress him.

Along with everyone else who came to visit

Him and Matt make small talk on the porch, Matt wants to know this guys

He also jokes about not getting him and Y/n in trouble, for you know sneaking into Y/n's room?

Yeah lets hope Frank doesnt know about that

Sooner or later though, you're outside whining to both them to come back in

"Aw. Did I take your boyfriend away for too long?" Matt teased but Y/n was silent, a flustered expression held on her face, Steve hadnt expilcitly asked to be her boyfriend.

"Uh...just...lunch. if you want any..."

You brought them inside where everyone was having lunch.

Except Steve pulled you outside

"You okay?" He asked, "You looked nervous."

"Yeah. Yeah." Y/n spoke.

"Hey." He stopped her, "you can tell me."

Y/n was silent for a moment "...My...Boyfriend."

"Yeah." Steve smiled small, "do you like that? I..certainly don't mind it at all. Comin' from you and all... I suppose I should have asked you to be my girlfriend before I kissed you...all those times...Officially and all. So. What do you say? Me and you? You and I?"

Y/n chuckled, "Yeah. Yeah I would enjoy that. Alot..."

Steve's smile grew, "Well then. We kiss you know. Make it completely offical."

You could only laugh and kiss him.

Thank god for blinds or Frank probably would of pulled you apart

But soon you two both go back inside and you all eat lunch together

You Peter and Steve basically squared off the end of the table as a kids table.

Then the phone rings

And Frank stays on the phone

"Y/n." Matt leaned over, "listen. See who's on the phone. Call it seeing how far your skills have come."

Y/n nodded looking down at her plate in silence and closing her eyes.

"What is she-"

Matt lifted a finger to his lips the small group of boys going quiet as they watched Y/n.

"Its Joyce Byers." Y/n responded opening her eyes and eating her food again and taking a drink of water.

"Joyce Byers?" Steve asked, "Johnathan's mom?"

"Who's Joycer Byers?" Peter asked.

"Wait Johnathan? The guy I sit with at Lunch?"

"You sit with him at lunch?" Steve argued.

"Yeah whats wrong with that?" Y/n asked.

"Just uh." Steve spoke, "Rather you sit with me. Ya know?"

"Who's Joyce Byers?" Peter asked, "I litterally have no idea who Joyce Byers is."

"It's Frank's friend." Y/n spoke louder catching the others attention.

"Castle? With Friends?" Madani spoke, "Not possible."

"Yep. She stayed over and everything." Y/n added.

"Y/n I swear-"

"He was even nice enough to-"

"Im throwing you in the lake."

"Like you could catch me- OH SHIT"

So lunch is actually spent with you two running around.

He ends up catching you as they all watch from the Back porch.

"Okay! Okay Uncle!" Y/n pleaded.

"Nope."

"What!? Come on! I said I Uncle!"

So now your being thrown in the lake.

Peter goes to get you a towel

Just for you to drag him in and act like Peter got the upper hand

Steve will save you! He'll be your knight and shining armour

Just for him to be pulled into the lake.

"Alright fuck it." Madani spoke pulling off her shoes as she walks towards the lake.

"Yeah Im comin." Curt spoke pulling his coat off.

"Wait for me." Karen added.

Cue heart to heart with your two dads

Matts so happy to see you enjoying a normal life and so is Frank

But deep down Frank knows you miss New York

And Matt tells him you'll never stop missing New York its just something you'll always have in your heart

Apparently you guys were all having a water and mud fights for such a long time that Joyce even got off work to come over and say Hi as Frank had recommended.

Joyce gets to meet Matt. And her sons with her, had to pick him up from a friends

Will's a quiet one who rather much just wave silently and is more intrested in watching you pick up a "grown" man aka steve and easily toss him over your shoulder into the lake

And then wreslting to stay above Curt while Peter comes up behind you

"Dad! Dad!"

"Y/n. No- Y/N NO!l"

Now your chasing Frank around covered in mud and lake water.

You manage to jump on his back hugging him.

"Ah! Alright Alright!" He laughed Y/n smiling as she laughed as she hugged him he holding the back of her knees as he brought her back to the back.

"Means I can do this-"

"No! No! No!"

It was too late he had rushed and thrown her back into the lake.

It was a good day and you all went out for Pizza near the hotel the group was staying at.

Thats where you got to talk to Joyce and Will more.

Will was alot more open to you

He thinks your "werid" like him, in a good way of course

You just understand him more than his own friends does he feels like

And talking about how you like dressing up for Halloween

Not no witch either or black cat

Actual "nerd" coustumes

"You should go trick or treating with us." Will suggested.

"Oh. Sorry bud. Im going with the wheeler kid-"

"Mike?"

"Yeah, you know them?"

"There my friends!" He cheered.

"Really?" Y/n asked, "Thats cool! I'd love to go with you all together then."

"Have you ever played D&D?"

"No. What is it?"

"Duegons and Dragons?"

"Im up for anything if it has a good dragon in it." Y/n answered.

You're offically Will's best friend

Well Female Older Teen Best Friend

We all know you cant replace Mike

So you two talk back and forth, he's telling you about Ghost Busters and D&D and your talking about New York and Heros

You actually show him your shoes they've wore out but the faint paint of the Punisher's Skulls covers your soles.

He thinks there super cool and says hes somewhat of an artist himself

Then you guys play tik tac toe on a napkin

Joyce is glad he gets along with you

Apparently Will doesnt get along with a lot of people

He told you they call him Zombie boy

You use it as a compliment to try and make him laugh

"Oh! Dead Im dead!" Y/n spoke theratically then slumped back in her chair, "Surpise! I've come back for my sweet revenge!! Raaa!"

He laughs and you tell him you have his back, after all you tell him you were bullied as well and look how badass you are

You also tell him you've got his back if he ever needs it

You werent expecting The Sinclairs to be there

So when Lucas came running up to Will happily from the little arcade section you were introduced

He was a sweet boy and was almost unbelieving that girls could be nerds

So he was happy another nerd was joining the party

Yet he didnt know about you Joining D&D that has to be a group decision

Whatever that means

But its a small town

So here comes Cheif Hopper

"Tension..." Karen mummbled to Y/n.

"Yeah no kidding." Y/n answered eating a cheese twist.

So you watched as Hopper tried to Size Frank up

But it didnt work much as you know

Frank just stood up to shake his hand and well the tension got worse

Luckily the tension Hoppers giving off gives you the ability to just burry youself in your milkshake

Because remember you totally didnt get pulled over by him with a whole bunch of aliens in your car

"Lets get out of here and too the arcade." Y/n whispered to will, "I got a 5 we can turn into quaters."

Will nodded quickly as the two got up, Y/n kissing Steve on the cheek beforr rushing off with Will to escape the akwardness

On the few machine's they had you won him a little stuff animal, the one you clip on your bags

You didnt expect him to like it as much as he did.

He beat you in street fighter 3-1.

Your pride is in shambles but oh well, you made a kid happy

Both unfortunately and fortunately enough, everyones gotta go there seperate ways

You all say your goodbyes and you promise you'll Call Matt tommrow maybe you both can do something he can meet another on of your friends

After all you had to go see if someone followed through and that threat you made *cough* neil *cough* and see that he was in jail

Your glad things are starting to finall Mellow out for you

You have a nice boyfriend, your dad has a great girlfriend and she has a sweet kid with an old soul , you're families here, You protected your best friend and his sister

What could go wrong?

Well. Alot actually

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Barly

Carly: [some time after her fun times with Alison because the gals had to cleanse themselves in water and have a reset moment and generally just be allowed to live]

Carly: I’m sorry

Bartley: Why, what for now?

Carly: everything @ bonfire night idk

Bartley: It wasn’t so bad

Bartley: and you didn’t 😱👻 to make it weird, the less good parts

Carly: k grand

Carly: weren’t expecting the air to be cleared this quick but

Bartley: Not surprised you’re feeling the fear this morning, like

Bartley: s’why everyone hates Mondays, I reckon

Carly: im not 🍀🐇🌠 how u r to be feeling that type of way

Bartley: I weren’t even pissed, be why

Bartley: Notice Ronan was off his face too though, by the end

Carly: you was too busy 😍💋🥰💞😘💓’d be why bb

Carly: how are u to raise a glass when youve some lass always on your face 🌺🐝

Bartley: You sound jealous

Bartley: Another zombie girl situation, was it?

Carly: what of another 🤠🤎 for you wasnt it?

Bartley: I don’t know, I’ll not see her again so it doesn’t matter

Carly: u could if you’re after it mattering 🍯💛

Bartley: Tah for the permission, Carls

Carly: I mean cos shes a mate of alis brother & hes a mate of mine

Carly: if you want to see her its not like youd have need of searching every pop up shop for a lass on till

Bartley: You’re well 💔

Bartley: Mosey boy should still have her number, somewhere in his contact list, you can find her

Carly: my god shut up gobshite 😅

Bartley: 😏

Bartley: I just mean, that girl talked too much, when she weren’t attached to my face, I’m not after seeing her again off my back

Carly: ah now theres sense course thats why you was on her constant not cos u like her 😏

Bartley: I’m not being mean, don’t think she even asked what my name was either

Carly: im not calling u mean boy it was a party & yous both had your fun

Bartley: The comparisons are never far off

Carly: youre never far from slagging me but hey i was trying to see how long we’d go before you started

Bartley: Am not

Bartley: the only reason you like Ronan is because he has no opinions of his own and that suits you

Carly: oh please hes loads of opinions of me & they dont suit no more than the 1s the rest of yous lads have do

Bartley: Yeah right, I know how dead easy he is to convince, we do it all the time

Carly: whats it you reckon I’m here wanting to convince him of?

Bartley: I don’t need to say it, you know

Carly: I dont

Bartley: Nah, you’re after tricking me into slagging you already sos you win, more like

Carly: yea cos what a victory thatd b like

Bartley: Your shit game, play a different one

Carly: im playing none im only telling you I’m not after him

Bartley: Does that mean you’re after Moses again

Bartley: better warn his mammy, like

Carly: no never

Bartley: Believe that when I 👀 it

Carly: cant u believe it hurt us getting rated?

Bartley: no, ‘course it did

Bartley: but has he tried to apologise to you yet?

Carly: hes swore to make my life a misery cos i dont fancy fucking him no more, where it was left, more or less

Bartley: Jesus, well

Carly: i think this heres where im meant to warn yous all hes hoping you’ll all get yourselves involved in them fun & games like im scared or care

Bartley: He’s not said anything, not when I’ve been there

Bartley: maybe he was already half-cut when he said that to you, didn’t really mean it

Carly: yea maybe

Bartley: Sounds it

Bartley: he’ll have found someone else to bother by now, forgot all about that

Carly: dont even know how to make a girl feel special w his threats

Bartley: I’m just saying, don’t be scared

Carly: he dont scare me

Bartley: Good

Carly: its your turn to the now

Bartley: My turn to what?

Carly: scare us

Bartley: Not Halloween no more

Carly: only a week gone somehow

Bartley: your getup were a lot scarier craic anyhow 

Carly: least yous all dressed up loads of lads from school never far as I saw

Bartley: Mosey fancies himself enough to love all that

Carly: are you not to bother yourself next year then?

Bartley: I felt like a divvy

Bartley: different for lasses, you all love it

Carly: 🥺 I loved waiting to work out what youd picked to be 💔 for that as the last time & end of an era

Bartley: You’re such a pisstake

Bartley: I’ll try and think on before the day of next time, or go looking alone, so the best costumes don’t get nabbed

Carly: or you could let us make u 1 ❤️🎨✨🧡🧵💚💄🖤 cos I am not a pisstake

Bartley: Oh, sure, be the easiest way to go about being a massive one 😅

Carly: nah youve just massive issues w trust

Bartley: I don’t

Bartley: you’re not serious anyway

Carly: yea I am

Bartley: Maybe then

Bartley: is a whole year off now - 1 week so you’ve got time to be dead ❤️🎨✨🧡🧵💚💄🖤

Carly: yay 🖤🧡🎃🖤🧡👻🤍🧄💀🖤🧡🎃🖤🧡

Carly: dead excited to prove myself

Bartley: You who offered, moody

Carly: you’ve a whole year to work out for yourself when I’m being serious

Bartley: I already know the answer to that

Carly: u so dont

Bartley: Yeah I do, you’re never bloody serious, that’s your problem, girl

Carly: youd not handle me if I was

Bartley: That a threat of 😤 or 😭?

Carly: Id reckon its a reminder of when I tried to talk to you serious at the party & your eyes near fell out your head for the size they went

Bartley: You didn’t mean to say it, was being polite ignoring it

Carly: k eejit youre never polite, your problem

Bartley: Oh, so you let that pair walk all over you but I’m the rude one, how’s that work

Carly: yous can all be, sure, enough of it to go round, hows that?

Bartley: It don’t, you’ve no sense or shame to let him act like that just because you reckon him pretty

Carly: i know ive not, everybody knows ive not

Bartley: You could, you’re not totally braindead

Carly: i feel it

Bartley: act it out enough times for it to be all you hear, sure you do

Carly: it was all i heard before I acted up any time

Bartley: It’s not totally your fault

Carly: remember I go weird when youre nice

Bartley: yeah, don’t stop you having a go the rest of the time, weirdo

Carly: 👶😭 what go like?

Bartley: You can only take a joke off Moses when you want him to fuck you

Carly: hes no jokes when he wants to fuck me or he don’t

Carly: the lad’s loads of things but not gas

Bartley: I never said he was funny

Carly: it werent about him making us laugh

Bartley: no shit

Carly: y talk about moses when it only makes you 😤😠

Bartley: You made it so its all that’s to be said when your name comes up

Carly: wow k then

Bartley: What? You know it’s true

Carly: i never knew that was all you had to say to me but theres us told

Bartley: If you wanted to be mates with us, you wouldn’t have done what you have

Carly: right yea ill be off 😶💚👋

Bartley: For fuck’s sake, can’t you just admit that you did wrong, like

Carly: i have

Carly: what else are you after 🩸🙏📿?

Bartley: A sorry you don’t stick to don’t mean anything, you know

Bartley: You lot never do

Carly: wes done w each other, me & moses, I’m sticking to it

Carly: & ro’s just a friend now

Bartley: Believe it when I see it, yeah

Bartley: You can’t expect everyone to be convinced of that yet

Carly: take long as you need 🤠

Bartley: Whatever, you never listen to good advice

Carly: give it & maybe i’ll

Bartley: You want to do what you’ve done and are gonna keep doing

Bartley: why should I even bother

Carly: you’re not listening yourself I said ⬆️

Carly: but don’t bother w me & my 🍃🌱 if youre no believer in it

Bartley: Prove us wrong, no one’d be happier for you to stop fucking things up

Carly: k 💚

Bartley: K yourself, nightmare

Carly: don’t call me that 

Bartley: calm down

Carly: no

Carly: you sound like him & youre not

Bartley: I’m so sorry I’m not him, Jesus

Carly: you shouldnt b sorry

Carly: nobody is after you being him

Bartley: He’s a bit of a liability but he’ll come round, probably

Carly: I hope he does to yous all

Bartley: There’s only so wild people will put up with but he’s not like that bad

Bartley: long as he’s grafting, not fucking with other people’s families, he’ll not be going anywhere

Carly: yea, he’ll come grand once he grows up

Bartley: Still be a gobshite and a poser but you know

Bartley: worse crimes

Carly: yous lads have all committed them

Bartley: Not my family, not like his, their daddy lets them get away with all the stuff he still wants to

Carly: don’t start me on their daddy, I know my place that much

Bartley: Don’t be grim, or accuse him of that sort of carry on, people get strung up by their balls for less

Carly: not me who hes carrying on with if hes round this caravan

Bartley: There you go, how can any of them be expected to carry themselves with respect when he’s their example

Bartley: If their mammy had any backbone yours would be without hers, you don’t make it that obvious, in front of her and everyone she’s to live with, feeling sorry for her 

Carly: sure, ive no argument there, sorry if youre expecting 1

Bartley: I know you don’t like yours as much as she reckons it so

Carly: I like her how any girl of my age does her mammy, problem lies in her not wanting to act the part

Bartley: or her age

Bartley: I’ve seen you go all dead when she’s acting the maggot, it’s pure shaming, no one proper blames you for her being that mental

Carly: everyone instead reckons i take after her id rather the blame

Bartley: It’s just the same as them, how are you to be better, you’ve no daddy to take the pair of yous in hand either

Carly: Im not mental though

Carly: whatever else I am im not, k? Youve to know that’s so

Bartley: I didn’t say you were, only as a joke

Carly: i cant laugh @ it sorry

Bartley: Alright, alright

Bartley: you’re hanging, I get it

Carly: I hate that youve 👀 me away 💀👻

Bartley: The others don’t notice, not that they’ve ever said and it’d be a weird thing for me to bring up to ‘em

Carly: whyve you?

Bartley: I dunno

Carly: if youre to be looking @ me im to put more effort into being prettier 💄💅✨

Bartley: you’re not

Carly: i know im not thats where the effort is 🎀

Bartley: Leave off with that, you know what I meant

Carly: are you leaving off 👀?

Bartley: I weren’t looking through your window at night, don’t make it sound weird

Carly: its weird u know something they all dont but no surprise

Bartley: Maybe Ro knows, seeing as you twos are so close these days

Bartley: wouldn’t be after telling you if he did

Carly: wes further apart than ever these days but thats my own fault so

Carly: theres only ali who ive let 👀 can’t stop her same as you

Bartley: You can’t stop me

Carly: I dont want to

Bartley: There you go then

Carly: what do you want boy?

Bartley: you talking my ear off, what do you want, girl

Carly: if that was true youd of stayed w me @ the party not your girl [her name]

Bartley: I were being polite, you’ve already been told

Carly: you don’t like me when im high

Bartley: Not really, no

Carly: but I don’t myself when im sober

Bartley: I’ve seen it before, you’re too young and not a bloke

Carly: idk how to make you understand what youve not seen

Bartley: Probably not my business, you don’t have to

Carly: probably cant be inviting you to look in my windows or you’ll be 😤😠 @ me

Bartley: You like mental, even if you don’t wanna be called it

Carly: nobody likes for proper mental

Bartley: nah?

Carly: im not after being locked up where ali’s brother is

Bartley: that’s a bit different, Carls

Carly: i dont feel no different to it unless i take something that changes how 

Bartley: They reckon he killed her, you’ve never done nothing like that, don’t be stupid

Carly: he never she killed herself & sometimes I get why you know

Bartley: you’re not to say things like that

Carly: im no catholic saying or doing isnt off limits

Bartley: We’re right and that’s wrong though

Carly: is it?

Bartley: Yes, you twat, shut up about it

Carly: see, you dont like us when I’m not high neither

Bartley: Why would you say that? Nothing is that bad, is it

Carly: cos

Carly: idk [her mum] had this fella round whos bad enough & i thought hed away when i took myself off w ali but hes no moved himself all that far

Bartley: Go on, what’s his craic?

Carly: - craic

Bartley: Yeah but

Bartley: you seem scared or like, idk

Carly: im too tired to b on how she wants or turn him off hows needed 🥱😴

Bartley: Get him to go outside for a smoke or something

Bartley: just give me a bit, to sort it, yeah

Carly: im not bringing my trouble to you

Carly: no, like

Bartley: We’ve all sisters and nieces here, why do we want that sort on our site

Carly: hes been told im older theyre all of them lied to shes my big sister or best mate, its her craic

Bartley: She’s delusional, he’s got eyes

Carly: men use em to see what suits not whats real

Bartley: Not proper men

Carly: come on shes never filling this caravan up with proper men

Bartley: She can’t be trusted with anything, obviously

Carly: ill go back out idc

Bartley: For God’s sake

Carly: youre invited unless youve work on tomorrow

Bartley: you can’t just bring that up and then drop it like that

Carly: I can’t do fuck all else & im to be sure not letting you

Bartley: I wouldn’t on my own, I’m not thick, I told you give me a second

Carly: you might still be hurt hes a grown man & youre not no older than me

Bartley: No I won’t, I know how to fight, tah

Carly: idk that he dont too, catch yourself on, will u

Bartley: he’s to be outnumbered, calm yourself down

Carly: rich of you telling us to be calm when youre about to 💪🥊🤕

Carly: stop yourself please

Bartley: why should we?

Carly: i said please

Bartley: You should want it handled, why would you not

Carly: how you mean to handle it’ll knock me 🤢🤮 worrying over you

Bartley: None of us will get hurt and he shan’t come back, whatever lies your mammy is telling, it’s easy

Carly: its my fault if any of yous do & even if it werent i care whatever happens

Carly: more than I ever am about where that fella puts himself

Bartley: Why would you tell me and then say we can’t do anything about it

Carly: idk 😵‍💫 i didnt mean to

Bartley: For God’s sake, girl

Carly: I’m sorry

Bartley: Forget it just get out of there and go find Ali

Carly: shes busy or id not have left her

Bartley: go sit in [the communal middle bit where they have the bonfires and whatnot, you know where I mean] then

Carly: [do and send a pic from there, not of you because you don’t wanna show yourself in the state you’re clearly in, but so he knows you’re there] 

Bartley: Alright, good

Carly: i’m doing what im told you have to yourself & not have a scrap w my ma’s latest

Bartley: I shouldn’t listen to you, by all rights

Carly: but youre decent, a good boy 

Bartley: Calling me that isn’t helping your case, like

Carly: what’ll I call you then like?

Bartley: Call you a pisstaker

Carly: idm id have heard worse if i stayed in

Bartley: you’ve not convinced me not doing anything is the right thing to do 

Carly: do something else & you’ll quit thinking about it

Bartley: I shan’t

Carly: im grand now

Bartley: You could’ve put some clothes on, you’ll freeze

Carly: where are you even 👀 from? fuck

Bartley: out my window, which is the opposite of what you said, don’t act like I’ve got a hockey mask and a baseball bat

Carly: don’t look @ me for the now how about 😳

Bartley: You need a blanket, something

Carly: im no going in for it id sooner 🥶

Bartley: [throw one out of your window, can’t just come out, obviously]

Carly: [go grab it and wrap it around yourself while stood right next to his window, could just wait til you’re back seated so he can’t see you as well but obviously we’re not gonna do that]

Bartley: [doing the smallest wave as if you are locked in here, stepping back and out of sight after a pause like that’s enough]

Carly: [doing an oh you kind of lol before she heads back to where she was before, looking over her shoulder as she’s walking though cos you know he’s still lurking even if you can’t see him]

Carly:  💚👽🌱🦗🍐🍃🍏🍀🧃🥝💚

Carly: still idk what to do w how sweet u can be

Bartley: I’m not sweet and I know what it’s shorthand for

Carly: i dont tell us

Bartley: Yeah you do and it’s why you go for lads like Mosey who aren’t sweet

Carly: i got wrong reckoning he was or could be

Bartley: That’s the mammy in you, reckoning he could do no wrong when he’s so sweet when he wants something

Carly: nah its the little girl in us he said hed protect me & I so bad wanted him to

Bartley: He were never after that, don’t think it’s important to

Carly: im stupid

Bartley: if you’d have known, wouldn’t have half the success rate he does, you’re not the only one who falls for it

Carly: 1 of these days youll answer that I’m not 🎱🔮

Bartley: one of these days, you’ll act it, yeah

Carly: took the blanket for a start

Bartley: It’s a start

Carly: & your 👋💚

Bartley: You were doing your best Samara impression, be why

Bartley: 😶 not move on else

Carly: k you hate being called sweet enough to b after me taking it back 🍋💔

Bartley: A bit like your costume

Carly: was gonna do her from the exorcist but it felt like tempting fate for 🤢🤮

Bartley: Be gas to see your head do a 360 though

Carly: oh would it now

Carly: im fair flexible but idk if id go that far

Bartley: Not an 🦉

Carly: ill do you that carry on when shes off down the stairs 

Bartley: 🤣 will ya now

Carly: yea

Bartley: Wait ‘til the next party, would look pure nuts doing it out there on your own

Carly: wait til im somewhere w for proper stairs

Bartley: can’t call anything ‘round here more than steps, true enough

Carly: maybe for your birthday 🎁

Bartley: Where are we after going with stairs then 😏

Carly: id say ali’s but your girl would probably be there & outshine me w her 🎭🩰🎨🎬✨

Bartley: You don’t need to call her that just ‘cos we can’t remember her name

Carly: shes that cos shes after you so bad

Carly: her name’s [whatever it is]

Bartley: Only for the night

Carly: all the nights yous are in the same place

Bartley: And how often do I find myself at 🎭🩰🎨🎬✨ shit, girl?

Carly: you liked it at ali’s did you not? & you wasnt behaving so as youd never be invited again

Bartley: She’s decent craic, sure

Carly: ali or [this gal]

Bartley: Ali

Bartley: I don’t know about her family, mind

Carly: i told you her sisters not well like

Bartley: I know, I know

Carly: she hates me but the rest are decent themselves

Bartley: She wants Ali back, to be sure

Carly: course id have her to myself too if there was any say to be had in it

Bartley: Alright, gay

Carly: the girl’s magic ❤️🍄🧡🐅💛🌞💚🍀💙🧿💜🔮

Bartley: As bad as Ronan, you are

Carly: why arent u?

Bartley: What do you mean?

Carly: y dont you fancy her?

Bartley: ‘Cos Ro does

Carly: did you before you knew about ro?

Bartley: He has for ages, not exactly subtle 

Bartley: She’s pretty, sure, but you don’t do that to mates, nor family

Carly: k true enough

Bartley: I’d say you were about equal, anyway, you know

Carly: what? ah no

Bartley: why not

Carly: why would that be so?

Bartley: I dunno, you’re different but the same

Carly: I wish we were the same

Bartley: Are you jealous of her?

Carly: I’m too happy for her

Carly: but its shite i cant b as happy for myself as well

Bartley: Dunno why you girls can never be happy with yourselves

Carly: it isnt only for how pretty she is though

Carly: its how smart & nice & brave & loads else ❤️🍄🧡🐅💛🌞💚🍀💙🧿💜🔮

Carly: & for her family, all she has

Bartley: Don’t all that make you like her less

Bartley: a 🤏

Carly: no, shes never looking down @ us how id probably if I had all she does

Bartley: suppose not

Bartley: Is the smug cunts who are the worst, aye

Carly: you 👀 the girl over her fence?

Bartley: Yeah, nearly shit myself, she were proper giving it The Ring vibes, her

Bartley: nosy neighbours is one big reason not to have a house

Carly: youre making us wanna watch it now boy chuck your 📺 out

Bartley: bit more rock and roll when they weren’t flatscreen

Bartley: We could watch it, if you lot want to hang out like proper friends, me, you, Ro & Ali

Carly: 📺❤️📼💛🍿💚

Bartley: Something like that

Carly: ill find my hairbrush out before to not scare yous

Bartley: and no pea soup if we watch The Exorcist too

Carly: pissing myself on your carpet would be - craic too but its k ill not be out here in your blanket til then hed not the stamina to have

Bartley: If he’s not gone by [a time we’re deeming too late for her to be outside by] I swear

Carly: oh hes laying down the law

Carly: are you to be my brother or my daddy now?

Bartley: Behave yourself, it isn’t funny, all this

Carly: am like a 🐶 left out sure enough

Bartley: She’s such a

Bartley: you shouldn’t have to do this

Carly: [excuse me being EVIL by saying this man comes outside to smoke and is literally and blatantly chatting Carly up like she isn’t 12 years old, here not replying because we’re here going dead again while this man is the most grim]

Bartley: [not you having to rush out so dramatically this man is gonna be shook until he sees you’re just a teenage boy, coming over and putting your arm around her shoulder like come on, get up, trying not to look at or acknowledge this creep right now because you’re blatantly fuming]

Carly: [this poor girl has left the building because you just know that gross man was too in her grill and touching her and I’m soz we cannot, purely moving because this boy is moving her rn, the audacity of her mother and the boyfriends she picks]

Bartley: [direct her into your caravan via holding her shoulders, this man better hush because if this boy has to fight you, his fam will come out and fuck you up, gotta know where you are, honey; sit this girl down on your sofa like all that’s happened is a change of seat and your jaw isn’t clenched so tight you feel like it’s stuck that way]

Carly: [get back inside to the age appropriate lady or leave sir those are your choices, you can’t be that stupid, god only knows how long poor Carly will stay put before she’s finally back in the room and then is hugging her knees to her chest, still wrapped in this blanket, and risking a look at this boy like he’s gonna be mad at her instead of the fucked up circumstances in which she finds herself through no fault of her own]

Bartley: [not really helping you think otherwise with our face like thunder over this but can’t help being that bitch I’m afraid, the way we kept glaring out the window ‘til that dude went away and are now just pacing lowkey, putting the telly on, as you pass and clearly catch her eye, like that is the most comforting thing you can manage in these circumstances]

Carly: [looking away from this boy SO immediately when he catches your eye because genuinely feel like a kicked dog in this moment as if everything is your fault and you’ve done the wrong thing over and over again from the second you got back from having fun with Alison ‘he’s gone, I’ll myself’ taking this blanket off and trying to neatly fold it but you’re all shaky and upset so you can’t and it feels like an impossible task ‘sorry’ as if it’s for the folding fail and not everything]

Bartley: [the ‘wait’ coming out a bit too fast and loud, so you’re going redder than your mad face already is because don’t want her to think you’re scared of this man, kicking this blanket aside because I highly doubt you’re neat, you’re teenage boys with your own space lmao and you could not care less about said blanket right now ‘just chill’ as if that’s an easily achievable thing]

Carly: [when it makes you jump because it’s sudden and loud and you didn’t expect him to say it or anything in fact and that makes you feel even more embarrassed and sad than you already do, like there are literal tears coming to this girl’s eyes about it that she’s trying not to shed in front of this angry boy ‘I can’t’ so quietly because you dare not express how !! and true that is when you already think he thinks you’re mentally ill ‘I’d-’ stopping yourself cos you were about to say something about needing to get drunk/high again there and you know he hates it and doesn’t understand ‘I can’t’]

Bartley: [‘please don’t’ when you’re saying please but you’re also wincing because you in no way know how to handle this or what you’re meant to do now she’s here and so are you ‘you’re to tell her never again’ as if this is a thing that will work because got to say something and it should be a warning she listens to ‘or I will’]

Carly: [‘I’ve tried for years and years’ in that resigned way of you have and it hasn’t changed anything ‘at the first, I think I was 10, Christ knows how old I looked to him’ with a shrug because you do know, you aren’t a girl who looks older and that’s the tea]

Bartley: [just cursing this man out in your own language, as well as all the others before, under your breath but so angrily ‘you’d be better off without her’ as the thing you say in English and more directly to her]

Carly: [when you probably understand most if not all of what he’s saying anyway because you’ve always lived here and thus have picked it up like a 2nd language basically ‘she’s my ma, still’ said like whether she acts it or not because she absolutely never does but you have love for her and want her to nevertheless]

Bartley: [the noise of scorn that honestly deserves at this point, ma’am, shaking our head because ‘my point remains’ throwing yourself down into the armchair/other sofa because a lot of pent up emotions and nowhere to put them right now so having to do everything in a dramatic fashion]

Carly: [‘without her I don’t know where I’d be’ because truly where would they put you gal ‘except not here, sure look, maybe that’d be better but I’m not after going off’ just like this is my home soz everyone]

Bartley: [still shaking your head, shrug your shoulders, only stopping shaking your head when you put in your hands and breathe out in frustration]

Carly: [‘yeah’ like yeah I know, cos we’re frustrated by our lot in life too sir but we don’t feel like there is anything we can do to change it other than the unhealthy coping mechanisms we have]

Bartley: [‘your room have a lock on it?’ in such a matter of fact, resigned kind of tone because you don’t know what else you can do right now]

Carly: [shake your head because you’re not the sort of girl to be doing DIY like that to keep yourself safe, Ali is but you’ve clearly not expressed how badly you need one and it’s not every dude your mother brings home who’s acting like this ‘but I’ve the bathroom’ like that’s fine]

Bartley: [looking at her like no it is not before looking to the TV you put on as if you’re watching it remotely ‘we’ll put one on’]

Carly: [looking at him only when he’s looking at the TV despite the fact we all know he can feel it ‘okay’ quietly cos we’re accepting this not fighting him on it or saying anything bants etc]

Bartley: [not looking back, just nodding because can’t commit to any more, switching the channel, to something you can at least say you want to watch, opposed to whatever just came on when you put this telly on]

Carly: [getting up to go like you can just quietly slip out like a little ghost as though you were never here but obvs stopping before you get to the door and turning back like - because you wanna thank him for what he did but you don’t know how to because it feels SO big, literally nobody cares about this girl but Alison and that cannot be overstated ‘you are decent, a good boy’ said sincerely like no bants or lies detected]

Bartley: [looking over at her like you did not just say that but you can’t help but do a little smirk, almost as if it’s against your will with how tiny it is but still, rubbing the back of your neck ‘away with you now’]

Carly: [doing a lil smile back because she can’t help that either ‘you’re not to watch me’ like he’s gonna be at the window lurking until she’s inside when it’s not far to go at all, but ofc said like he absolutely can and she doesn’t mind because she doesn’t and in fact wants him to, wrapping her arms around herself in preparation for how cold it’ll be outside and how much she doesn’t really wanna head back there cos her mum will either be in a mood this man has left and wanting to overshare about it or her bestie as per and wanting to keep the party going and neither is the wanted vibe]

Bartley: [flipping her off for calling you a stalker but you’re grinning back more openly so she knows you’re all good here, even if you know what her mother is like and do not envy her going back, you can’t offer her an alternative ‘take the blanket’ as a throwaway comment as she hugs herself because it do be chilly]

Carly: [doing the kind of pure and happy lol she did at bonfire night which is usually reserved for Ali only and/or being high as she slips out of the door, waving off his blanket offer like no no I couldn’t possibly ‘it’s yours’ as if he needs it more here for his TV watching]

Bartley: I’ll get you a lock after work tomorrow

Carly: 🔒💚

Carly: ill sleep for the knowing of it

Bartley: I’m glad, go get some, said you were tired

Carly: you’ve work ill let you get your head down bb

Bartley: 👌

[loousir]

[Satyr} Insecurities

Soft Male Presenting NB Satyr x Male Reader

Dakota

Warnings: Dakota get comforted by you after a sudden breakup and you end up confessing, they realized they like you too, mentions of alcohol (tho not explicitly stated other than beer), two faced boyfriend (now ex)

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Currently, you are on your way to third wheel for your best friend, Dakota. This guy that Dakota was dating was one that you really did not like. He was all sweet and kind around Dakota but the second they turned their back, he was a complete jerk. You knew you should tell Dakota but they just looked so happy being with this guy that you didn't want to ruin this momentary happiness.

Anyhow, both of you were walking down the street to a small yet busy pub that he had asked Dakota to meet. Dakota had asked him if you could come and he said yes but you knew he would have said no if that didn't ruin his "perfect boyfriend" image. You developed feelings for Dakota years ago, long into your friendship with him but you never confessed. You knew they didn't feel the same so you decided to just try to be the very best friend you could be.

Dakota pointed out the place you two were going and you followed them up to the front door. You opened it for them and they almost instantly spot their boyfriend, going over to him and hugging him. You smiled a sad smile and looked at the two before joining them at their table. He had sent Dakota off to get drinks for the three of you. "How have you been (R/n)?" He looks over to you with a not glare for once. "I'm breaking up with him."

Your eyes widened slightly. "What?" He nods. "Yeah I got hit pretty hard in the face with reality after the last time we met." His whole demeanor had changed from what it was before. You tried to say something but Dakota came back with a beer bottle and two glasses. They set one of the glasses down in front of you and handed the bottle to their soon to be ex who's demeanor went back to perfect boyfriend mode.

You smiled at Dakotas smile before taking a drink of what they got you. "Ah, (R/n)! Did you see the new episode yesterday? It was so good!" Dakota said before going on to ramble about bits and pieces. (R/n) smiled and nodded, chatting about said episode with Dakota.

A few minutes had past with the three of you talking before (R/n) decided it was time to bring the bad news. "Dakota." They looked up to (R/n) who looked like he just accidentally kicked a puppy. Dakota noticed and went to grab his hands to ask what's wrong but he pulled away. You looked away out of courtesy but still listened in. "I'm sorry Dakota. I dont think we can be together anymore. Its really me, not you. You've been nothing but good to me and I want you to be happy but it can't be with me."

"Maybe we'll see each other around. Don't worry about paying for drinks, I'll cover it on the way out." He said standing up to leave. Dakota couldn't seem to process what what happening as they watched their now ex-boyfriend walk away. "Kota, let's go." You said standing and grabbing their hand.

They didn't move but instead started to shake slightly. "Dakota, please." You pulled them up and practically dragged them out of the pub and stopped when you were a block away from it. Dakota hadn't said a word but held on tightly to your hand. "Do you wanna go back to your house?" You asked, looking to them. They nodded softly, more hair moving to cover their usually covered eyes.

You squeezed their hand gently as the two of you walked back to Dakotas place. It wasn't too far from the pub so neither of you saw the point in taking the car. After a few minutes of walking, Dakota stopped, making you look back. "Im... S-so sorry... I... I cant..." They tried to say something but ended up almost collapsing, legs shaking like crazy. You caught them before they could and opted to carry them the rest of the way.

Dakota holds onto you and cries into your neck. You gently rub the back of their head and whisper reassuring words into their ears. After a few more minutes of walking, you make it to the house and carefully unlock the door and close it behind you before taking them upstairs to their bedroom. "I'll go grab some water. I'll be right back ok?"

You head back down stairs, lost in thought as you grabbed water from the fridge before heading back up. You didn't expect to see what you did though.

Your body stood ridgid with shock. Standing in front of you, staring back with wild and afraid eyes was your best friend of 5 years. They looked like they were wearing pants but they weren't. Their legs were covered in dark brown fur, same colour as their hair. Your eyes followed the soft digitigrade shape down to the cloven hooves in place of feet. A small tail to match laid tight against their body.

"Dakota..?"

You breathed out hesitantly. They seemed to snap out of whatever trance they were in for a moment and they started to shake. "Hey... Hey whats wrong?" You asked as you very slowly approached them, as if the wrong step could send them sprinting away. They didn't say a word and you eventually got to their side. You very carefully grabbed their hand but they pulled it away faster than you could blink.

They looked at you with such fear that you could barely even tell if it was your sweet Dakota anymore. A tense moment passed as you had seen his eyes for the first time. You gently took their hand again and pressed their palm against your chest. They could feel your heart pounding, theirs was probably just as fast. You and Dakota had this thing where if one of you were panicking, the other would place a hand on the heart of the one whos panicking. It usually ended with a hug but it was really just a comfort thing that Dakota had started with you when they had a panic attack in public. Once they had seemed to realized, some lever must have flipped as they pulled you into a tight hug.

"(Y/n)..."

You hugged them back, gently placing a hand on the back of their head to keep them close. A silent minute had past before you felt your shoulder getting wet again. "I'm so sorry." It was barely a whisper but you heard it. Neither of you said a word after that. Dakota pulled their head out from the crook of your neck and rested their forehead against your chest.

"I didn't want you to find out like this..." Their voice was small as they spoke, hands gripping tightly to the back of your shirt. You carefully set a hand on their cheek, coaxing them to look up to you. Their eyes were red and slightly puffy from crying. The bright green, almost yellow irises stood out against their pink-ish scleras. "Your eyes are so beautiful." You mumbled out without thinking.

Dakota blushed and looked away. "I know you probably don't wanna talk so let's sit down and I'll go first." You lead them over to the bed and both of you sat down. "Judging by your reaction you didn't want me knowing about the whole... Lower half thing." You paused to look at Dakota who nodded. "Sorry." You said, still processing everything. Dakota shook their head. "N-no... I..."

"I don't know what to say..." Dakota said with a heavy sigh. "It's ok. You don't have to say anything-" They cut you off before you could continue. "(Y/n) I've lied to you for 5 years about it! Of course I have to say something!" You looked away from them and sighed. "I would be lying if I said it didn't upset me that you never told me what you were." Without hesitation, you grabbed Dakotas hand again, staring at it as they let you intertwine your fingers. "But I always had a feeling you weren't exactly human anyways... Of course I wanted to know but I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable around me."

Dakota looked to your eyes, tears welling up in theirs again. You could see that they wanted to apologize for not saying anything but you just shook your head. "Kota, I could care less that your a Satyr. If anything I like you even more." You mumbled the last part but they still heard it anyway, signaled by the blush that rose to their cheeks yet again. Dakota placed their free hand on your cheek and made you look back to them.

"I love you so fucking much Kota. You don't even know. I'm sorry. This is probably a lot on top of me finding out about probably your biggest secret and the... Y'know." Dakota shook their head. "Its all been so overwhelming. I'm honestly surprised I haven't passed out yet." You let a small huff of a laugh pass as they pulled your face closer to theirs. "You seemed to have calmed down a lot." You mumbled out.

Dakota nodded. "Yeah. I guess I'm... Relieved... I've known you long enough that I know you when you aren't feigning truths." They pause for a moment. You took this moment to observe their tear stained face. "(Y/n). I dont ever want you to leave me." Their voice had been shaky since you found out about them being a Satyr but it was even worse when they said that. "I couldn't truly live if you weren't in my life Kota."

They looked at you with wide eyes. "Sorry, said something weird didnt-" You were cut off by a pair of soft lips against yours. You carefully kissed back, tangling your hand in their soft, fuffy hair. The second both of you pulled away, Dakota smiled and pulled you into a tight hug. "Kota-" "I think him breaking up with me was the best decision ever." You furrowed your brows, really confused.

"What? Why? I though you two were happy together." Dakota nodded. "I was happy. But I also saw how unhappy you were. A-and it made me realize... Just how much I wanted to make you happy because you make me happy." You couldn't say anything but just looked at them with surprise. "Can I... Can I kiss you?" You asked quietly. Dakota laughed and nodded, pulling you into a kiss.

Your hands decided to test the waters a bit and you gently ran a hand through the soft fur that coat their leg. They shivered and gripped onto your shirt, leaning into the kiss more. You pulled away and let your hand linger on their thigh. "Did... Did you really mean it when you said that you liked me more knowing I was a Satyr?" You blushed and laughed awkwardly while looking away. "Yeah... I didn't realize I said that out loud."

Dakota let out a gentle laugh and pulled you into a tight hug. "Let's take a nap, I'm tired after crying so much..." You nodded and kissed their neck softly as the two of you laid down.

"Please stay by my side."

I originally started this one shot at the paragraph that starts at "Your body stood ridgid with shock." so sorry if everything above it seemed weird-

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[junova]

↬ 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 | 𝐫. 𝐝𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐞

abstract — the one where ransom gets a taste of his own medicine, but you happen to be so much sweeter than he’s ever been. 

pairing — ooc!ransom drysdale x fem!reader 

wc — 4.1k+  im so sorry lmao 

warnings — cheating (if u squint its very vague), angst, fluff, slight self deprecation, ransom is kinda nice idk, i want a soft!ransom drysdale now pls, this is also very messy so read at ur own risk!

[m blabs] — howdy howdy! first time ransom fic. woot woot! still kinda finding my voice w writing so i hope you like it! <333 

His mouth set in a hard line as you continued to curl into his chest, the span of your confidence seemed to be wiped away with a nightmare from the past. Part of him was upset you hadn’t told him anything, the blind leading the blind, as you stepped foot into his family event. Seeing the last person you’d ever thought would be there. 

Surely by now, he thought you would trust him but it was more than evident you still didn’t. You persisted on hiding everything from him, anything you were sure might tick him off. 

Well, Ransom wasn’t necessarily known for biting his tongue.  Although, in your presence, he was learning what to say and where to say it. 

It really surprised him. Not one woman had been able to tame him, not since he’d be fucking everyone in sight. His desire was endless and not one single individual would be enough for his fill. 

Then, he found you drunk and sobbing on the concrete, right outside of the bar he was exiting. To this day, he still couldn’t tell you why he stopped for you. He never really paid attention to anyone if it wasn’t to his own benefit. Ultimately, meeting you was, even if he wouldn’t realize it then. 

You flinched from his touch when he patted your shoulder, gently asking if you were alright. If anyone asked him, Ransom would surely deny he felt you pull at the strings of his heart in an instant. 

He just knew. 

Maybe it’s why it took him so long to accept it, to believe in what he felt for you. Definitely not because you did nothing but be the most wonderful human he’d ever met. More had to do with him. 

Ransom dropped you off the first night you met in your small apartment downtown, definitely on the rougher side where he thought his Rolex sporting his wrist may get stolen. 

A cute little thing like you living in a neighborhood like this — didn’t make much sense to him. Then again, it certainly checked out with his privilege why he didn’t. 

Truly, Ransom didn’t realize how fortunate he truly was. Of course being a trust fund brat gave him the ignorance to live in an unmatched state of bliss. 

He still remembers the moment. 

Watching as you fumbled with your keys, finding it more than difficult to open your front door. It was cute, with your tongue poking out between your lips in concentration. Now, he wondered how he’d forgotten why he’d gone to get hammered at the bar in the first place. 

“Here, let me help.” New to Ransom, he offered a giving hand. Grabbing the key from your jittering fingertips before unlocking your door. He tried to hand you back your keys, but you pulled him so close, your chest touching his own. Dragging two rapid hearts through your apartment. 

“You smell like him.” A dopey smile on your face lighting every dark sight of Ransom, not that you’d know it did. “I smell like who?” 

“My ex-boyfriend.” Your hands cupping his cheek, but you were too drunk to realize how Ransom flinched from your touch. 

He didn’t push you away either. 

“But he definitely didn’t look this good.” Defying all laws of his own nature, Ransom let you stay in close proximity to him as you felt him up. Your hand resting on his chest, traveling lower stopping at his stomach. “Definitely didn’t feel this good.” 

He watched as you sighed, your puffy eyes were only slightly swollen and the mascara was still staining your skin with the rest of the makeup you wore. If anyone had asked him, you’d looked like a wreck but he still found you alluring. 

Ransom always liked his women looking more than fucked out, usually from gagging around his cock. Not crying over a broken heart. Nope. He definitely did not like dealing with a woman's sorrow. 

“He never let me touch him though. Guess that should have tipped me off.” You let your hands travel back up, wounding themselves around his neck before they applied more pressure — pulling him into you. 

Ransom found you pretty confident for not even knowing anything more than his first name and the car he drove you in. You were definitely craving attention and maybe he’d be more than happy to oblige but the little voice in his head Dr. Shoal told him to listen to was being a pestering, little bitch. 

What did Ransom want? 

Right now he wanted to drown himself in some sweet ass pussy. He knew you would give yourself easily to him, especially in your drunken state. Clinging onto him like he was a vine. 

The smaller part of him, the better part, knew you were drunk out of your mind. Absolutely plastered, but you had to stand there looking like a goddess. 

He didn’t really know why he was letting you touch him, maybe in hopes the deeper, darker side of him would win like it always did. Ransom knew better, even if he tried to hide it from everyone including himself. 

He liked you. From the very first moment, he knew he’d have to get you. Whether it cost your own sanity or his, Ransom didn’t care. 

It’s why he left you drunk and alone, safely tucked into the comfort of your sheets with his number left in your phone. Even taking the liberty of texting himself from it. 

He could never be too careful. Letting you slip through his fingers was simply not an option. 

Thanks to him, you didn’t forget about him. 

The next morning your memory only held vague images of a handsome stranger helping you home, thankfully he seemed to be nothing more than a doting gentlemen. The first for you to ever come across. 

Until later in the afternoon the following day, Ransom introduced himself and checked up on you, worming his presence into your life. 

Then he kept talking to you everyday, surprising even himself in the matter. Truly, he couldn’t help it. Part of him loved how gently you spoke to him on the phone. No one ever talked to him with such a level of care. 

He always warranted yelling, usually he was the one who stirred the pot. He enjoyed it, and thrived in a chaotic environment. It’s what he grew up in. Ransom was more than comfortable with his own family yelling and cursing him out until the sun came up. He did just the same. 

So, whenever you sweetly asked him how he was, it threw him off guard. 

Not a single soul even cared or bothered to ask him anything. Truth be told, Ransom was a sack of shit treating everyone like they were the gum beneath his shoe. It didn’t matter who talked to him — Ransom was simply more superior in every conceivable way. 

He would succumb to not a single soul. Paving his own way through life, with only the money from his trust fund of course. 

Then the two of you fell into each other and he could pinpoint the exact moment he did. 

The weeks and months blended together. He couldn’t really tell you why he was still lingering around, while he got nothing in return. You did get him off once or twice, but he wasn’t fucking you like he really wanted to. 

Maybe it was the innocence in your eyes pulling his soul into the very little good he still had left within him. Or maybe it was the way your thumb dragged over his cheek when you thought he was in slumber, blissfully unaware of your touch. 

More importantly his favorite thing, the way you let him hold you when the two of you cuddled. Your arms wrapped tightly around his waist, bouncy cheeks pressed into whatever knit sweater he decided to wear that day. 

It was all the little things, unknowingly making him fall in deep like he never had before. 

Unwelcoming to him, his mother came barreling in one Sunday afternoon, while you slept in his arms. Even as Linda screamed his name, you never jolted, out like a log. Safe in the peace he kept you in. 

Linda looked annoyed, irritated he even had company in the first place but not surprised. What truly shocked her was they both had clothes on.  Not truly believing Ransom was capable of such a sinless interaction. 

He knew what she wanted; he didn’t even have to move from his position to continue a private conversation. Not that it would get him off the couch, and out of your embrace in the first place. 

“I said no. Don’t know why you bothered coming here.” Linda angrily sighed. “You should at least show up.” 

Ransom didn’t notice, but subconsciously continued to run his fingertips up and down your spine. Linda did. She noticed that he didn’t even care she was judging him, but let you remain unbothered sleeping in her son’s embrace. 

“It’s for Walt. You need to be there.” She stepped closer, hoping the increase in her volume would wake you. “I expect you to grace us with your wonderful presence as does the rest of the family.” 

The sarcasm dripped, attempting to coax him out of the four walls he never seemed to leave. Not recently, anyhow. 

“I already told you, I can’t.” Now Ransom was irritated and he really wished she would calm the fuck down. It was one day, one event. There would always be another, that much wasn’t lost on him. “I have plans. Send him my best.” 

Assuming it was the rumbling of his chest when he spoke, you moved jolting yourself in his arms, before remaining still again. His heartbeat continues to soothe you. 

“You have plans? What else could be more important than your family?” The louder Linda’s voice grew the more you stirred, pissing him off. 

He really needed to change his locks. 

Even if he had no intention of going, he needed his mother to leave. Really for your own sake — trying to save you from Linda giving you a cold shoulder followed with a third degree burn. 

“Fine. I’ll go. Can you just leave?” She accepted Ransom’s submission, before looking at your figure. Sound asleep and clinging to her one and only, sinking your claws into him. 

She really didn’t like the way Ransom was looking at you. Linda was positive he would never be able to care about someone other than himself, but here he was, holding you close to his chest. 

Almost like his life depended on it. 

“Who is she to you?” With a raised eyebrow, eyes narrowing to you before meeting back with Ransom’s cerulean blues. 

“I don’t know yet.” Ransom paused looking down at you, so beautiful. Holding a light so pure, so radiant; he hoped no matter how cruel he could be, he’d never act like that towards you. “Maybe someone I don’t deserve, but want to be better for.” 

His rough, calloused fingers drawing mindless patterns on the exposed skin of your waist. He didn’t know what Linda said next or when she left. 

Time seemed to stand still, his confession hitting his chest fiercely. He let himself sit with it for a moment, before you woke up. Enjoying a moment where he didn’t have to deal with anything, he didn’t have to say a word. 

He could just enjoy the moment without eyes judging him or you questioning why his eyes seemed to shine just a bit brighter whenever you were around. 

It was the first of many. Moments where he felt small pieces of himself chipped away into your care. Planes of existences within him no one had ever scratched the surface of. 

Much like right now as you cried into his chest, begging for mercy. 

Because you were afraid. Terrified you had made the worst mistake, an unforgivable one. You lied about your past and to Ransom it felt like more than a betrayal. More accurately he felt a dagger in his heart placed strategically with your murderous hands. 

He’d never felt such empathy and pain at once. Maybe he’d never been empathetic a day in his life at all. 

Until now. 

To make matters worse, he knew his entire family was watching the whole scene from the window. It wasn’t from worry or concern for either one of you. Mainly all of them enjoying pain being inflicted on Ransom. 

Linda of course wallowing in her ego, he could practically see her bask in her own pride. Another thing she’d been right about checked off the list. 

The rest of the family watched the two of you fight with shiteating grins permanently stamped on their face. They’d never seen Ransom care about anyone but you. To watch the relationship he held so close to his heart blow up so publicly, only fueled the fire to Ransom’s rage. 

Except Harlan. 

Even through his hot, beating anger Ransom was trying his best to comfort you. To calm you down even if you had been the one to be caught red handed. Harlan couldn’t believe it, someone Ransom seemed to care about more than himself. 

More than any of his family. Not that Harlan was offended. Well, maybe a little, but more so he was thrilled his grandson finally found someone he had to grow up for. Someone he had to earn, not buy. 

No bribes. No schemes. No games. 

Just you. 

“Hugh, please talk to me.” How could he? It’s not like he had much to say. Maybe he did, he just wasn’t sure how to get the words out without hurting you or himself. 

“I know I lied and I fucked up, but please — we need to talk about it.” Soft hands reaching for his own, but he brushed them off, his hands snaked higher on your waist. “We should have talked about this the moment you met me.” 

Dead silence is all you were met with as he walked the fine line of pushing you away, leaving you behind and pulling you closer than he ever had. 

“You’re right. I should have told you the truth but can you blame me?” He met you with solemn eyes and his own heart beating rapidly. “Yes I can.” Ransom was trying to act cold and distant but the two windows to his soul told a different story. 

“That’s fair.” Even as he was holding you, Ransom still felt like he was a galaxy away. He was withholding himself from you like a turtle retracting into their own protection. A year ago, before he met you, he knew he would have never even recognized it. 

Now, you made it possible for him to be aware of just how much he had changed. He broke old habits of his own just to please you so when you disappointed him, this unreachable high standard he held you to, it shattered his sense of self. 

“Did you still love him?” Ransom questioned you. “I did. At the time, he’s all I ever really knew. I thought that’s what love felt like. The only image of love I had was the one he gave me. So, I ran with him and it crushed me.” 

Ransom had to pretend the words you were speaking didn’t split him into you two. The image of you falling in love with someone else was enough to make him wanna strangle your ex. 

His friend. 

“Then we just got into one really big blow out. Right in the bar in front of all of his friends I had met for the first time that night.” You reached for a chunk of his sweater, clenching the material in your hand, like you were trying to convince yourself to let the words fall from your mouth. 

“He told me how much I’d been irritating him and I couldn’t help but notice every girl he flirted with and touched right in front of me.” You tested the waters, placing both of your hands over his chest, the beat of his heart calming you down. 

“Then I just cracked. It was only one of the many fights we’d been having over the course of the past few months. Everyone single argument pushed me closer to the edge, until the last one actually did.” You sighed, watching as he frowned. 

“I ended things that night, before getting thoroughly plastered and soon enough crying on the cement. Wasted and lonely out of my mind, until I met you.” You moved your hand from his heart, cupping his clean shaven face. 

“You made me realize I never knew what love really meant or felt like.” This piqued Ransom’s interest. 

You said love. 

Could a tragedy bring out the words Ransom craved to hear more than anything in the world? 

Maybe you cared about him, more than anyone ever showed him. But loved him? How could someone be as hateful as him be worthy of someone like you? 

Even if you had broken his heart, he’d done far worse to more people than he could count. He wasn’t really in a place to judge but it didn’t change the fact it still hurt. A lot. 

“Hugh.” You heard him gulp rather loudly. “Yes?” His tone came out as more of a question than a response. 

The silence he gifted you was unsettling at the very least. “You've barely said a word.” He was surprised he didn’t scurry off in his beamer the second he saw the guilt reach your eyes. 

He was surprised he hadn’t let his anger take over and let the rage he felt inside body take it all out on you. 

He was surprised he somehow couldn’t inflict a single hateful word towards you, even as you sat with his heart in your hands. 

In pure bliss of just how much you owned him. 

“I hate it. This fucking corner you’ve back me into. Not to mention for the prying eyes of my entire family to watch the show.” The sharp tone he uses sensoring you. “You used me just to get back at him.” 

“Like I was some pawn in your game and I really even shouldn’t be mad.” He paused, trying to choose his words as carefully as he can. “I’ve done the same thing to so many different women. Used them and threw them out at my earliest inconvenience.” To your surprise, even Ransom’s, a single tear left his eye showing you how much you really meant to him. 

You hated yourself for letting it get to this point. 

“But you? I could never even think about hurting you. I could never live with myself if I treated you like everyone else because you’re so much more than that to me.” The tears continued to roll. The dame Ransom kept shut his entire life, opened because of you and he just wanted to make it stop. 

He would give anything — even you. 

He just wanted to not feel like a piece of shit for once in his life. For a moment, he thought he might have a chance to be something more than the picture he portrayed in everyone’s mind. You showed him maybe it was more complex than it seemed. 

“I just assumed I was that for you.” You sighed in frustration, softly wiping his tears away. “You are, though. You are more than that.” 

“Then how could you be so okay with lying to me?” The crease between his eyebrows only created more of an indention as he felt the anger trying to escape out of him. 

You let the tension get to you first. 

“Because I-I was scared if I told you the truth, you’d never tell me.” You puzzled him once again. You softly reach up between his furrowed eyebrows, the pad of your thumb smoothing it out. 

“Tell you what?” His mind was clouded with the possibilities of what he could have missed. 

“I can’t spell this one out for you.” You were tired of being the one to do everything first. Even if your intentions weren’t free from fault once you realized who he was, your feelings for him were anything but. 

“I don’t know what you want from me. You only let me fall for you because you knew how much it would hurt him.” He bit back, growing impatient and tired. “Any other time, I would have cared. Probably would have been more than happy to assist. But you made me-” 

Then Ransom cut himself off, jumping out of the swing and away from you. 

“I’m sorry. I can’t do this. I thought I could.” He literally sprinted to his beamer, but you chased him. 

You were hell bent and just as crazy as he was. Maybe it’s why it worked for as long as it did. 

“Hugh! Get back here.” You were running, thankful you’d gone for a more casual outfit today, the sneakers supporting your feet far better than the heels you’d usually wear. 

Maybe if it was someone with a normal childhood upbringing you would have just cut your losses but this was someone who chose to be called Ransom. 

This was someone who chose to run away from love and care because the only affectionate way he knew how to treat someone was to throw money at them. 

This was someone who had the communication of a ten year old because that’s when his own mother didn’t bother to mess with him anymore before sending him off to boarding school. 

This was someone who didn’t know how to love — and to be loved. 

By the time you caught up to him his was digging for his keys, but he couldn’t fucking find them. 

“Hugh Ransom Drysdale.” Your tone was sharp and he knew you meant business. “For once in your life, stop running away.” 

“Why not? What good has it ever done for me to stay?” His back was facing you, his broad shoulders stilled with the rest of his body. Almost like he was ashamed of what he was hiding. 

“I can’t speak for everyone else. I can’t speak for your mother or for Richard. For Harlan or for anyone else you thought might abandon you and really did.” You inched you way closer until you knew he felt how close you were to him.

“I can only speak for me.” Giving yourself, the final piece of you to a man who might run away from it. 

You were so close he felt your breath on his back, and it made him tremble. He was shaking, terrified of it all. You didn’t let him be for long. 

Intertwining your fingers with his, as he kept them at his sides, rubbing your thumb along the palm of his hand. 

“I’m sorry for the way I hurt you. Lied to you. You never deserved it. Never.” You thought it would be easier if he didn’t have to look at you while pouring your heart out to him. A theory proved to be right as he gave your hand a squeeze. 

“You’ve done nothing but treat me like a princess. You’ve done right by me, more than anyone else I’ve ever met in my life. It made me feel inadequate. My dark secret, always looming over us like a dark cloud of my own personal doing.” 

“I’m sorry I haven’t done the proper thing by us and made you feel like I used you. You had every right to feel it because I did.” You took a deep breath, mustering up the courage to face whatever the future held for the two of you. 

“I never expected to fall in love with a trust fund, playboy brat.” You felt him take a deep breath, like a breath he’d be holding all his life could finally be set free. 

“I love you, Hugh.” The next thing you knew he had you pushed up against the car, lips hungrily attacking your own. 

All forgiven because you love him. You actually were in love with him. 

He couldn’t fathom it really because you’d been the first. To accept him just as he was. The first to refuse to call him Ransom because you like the way Hugh rolled off your tongue better. 

You liked how he felt on your tongue, too. 

The first to tell him Fran and Marta should call him Hugh because you wanted to be the only one who got to. The first woman to cook for him, willingly and not attached to the Thrombey payroll. 

The first woman he had ever fallen in love with. 

The first one he’d stick around and not run away for. 

So, he kissed you. Hard. Softly whispering how much he loved you into the kiss, because maybe he wasn’t ready to say it outright. Loud and proud. 

Yet, he felt it with every bone of his body — no longer lost in the blues.

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[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

I’ve actually been meaning to ask this for a long ass time- temperature shit. Would these fuckers be into temperature play? Because I definitely think Sooga could use some ice cubes on ‘im.

I've NEVER done temp play before? Always been curious about it though? I feel like I'd be into the ice cube things-anyhow lets go!

The Gerudo desert was a hot place. Shocker. But because it was so scalding, it meant the yiga had to adapt to it. The suits alone sometimes didn't do enough, so they had to resort to other measures. Ice cream, chilly elixirs, and of course, ice cubes. The yiga stole a FUCK ton of ice blocks from the gerudo ice house, and the whole clan was reaping the benefits. Including Sooga. Sooga didn't show it, but he didn’t handle the heat so well- he tended to sweat like a whore in church. Kohga personally liked the scalding heat, but that didn't matter.

"Hey idiot. Here."

Sooga looked up from his spot on the floor (he was trying to meditate to forget how shitty he was feeling), suddenly getting smacked in the face with a cold, wet towel. Sooga chuckled, moving it from his face, and around his neck. He immediately looked less miserable.

"Thank you, Master Kohga. Truly."

"Yeah yeah, I know you hate the heat. You always try to fucking hide it, it's stupid."

Kohga sat right next to him on the floor, setting a tray down between them. A bucket of ice cubes, and two banana pops. Sooga took one of the banana pops, gratefully putting it in his mouth.

"Surprised you’re sharing these with me. Usually you hide them."

"You look like you're gonna keel over, so I'll make an exception this once. Enjoy it."

Kohga watched as Sooga helped himself. Maybe it was Kohga being a pervert, but damn did this man look pretty with something in his mouth. He watched as the ice cream dripped right down in between is tits. Sooga swore under his breath, looking around for a rag.

"Apologies, I wasn't paying attention. Do you uhm, have-"

"Eh I got it."

Kohga cupped his chest, before leaning down, and licking it off his chest. He didn't savor it like he'd prefer, but he could tell Sooga just wanted the possible stain off. He nodded in a 'your welcome' gesture, before continuing with his own treat. Sooga sat there, stiff as stone, totally and utterly confused. Kohga motioned towards him.

"Speak."

"I...I liked that. Why did I like that?"

That IS weird. They tried the same thing with whipped cream once, and as delicious as it was, Sooga didn't care for it. So, what made ice cream so different? Kohga thought on it for a second, before an idea came to mind.

"I think...I think I have an idea. If you're not too hot to play."

"Never."

Sooga could be in the middle of fending off loads of monsters, and STILL want to make love to him. He tossed his head back, took the popsicle whole, before peeling the stick away (god DAMN this man made it look effortless). Kohga leaned him against the bed, hand on his chest.

"Tell me how this feels."

Kohga exposed his titties (he COULD do this with his clothes on, but why wouldn't he get a proper view of these puppies??), cupping them in his hands, before latching his lips onto one of his nipples. He squeezed them in his hands as he sucked, watching as Sooga sighed in content. Titty play was more for Kohga, but he did like it fairly well himself.

"It's nice. Everything about you is nice."

Kohga pulled away with a nod.

"Okay, now tell me how THIS feels."

Kohga took an ice cube, put it in his mouth, sloshed it around his mouth for a second, before taking it back out. Sooga cocked his head a bit.

"I'm so confused as to what you're doing-"

Kohga latched his mouth back onto the nipple, and was that reaction BEAUTIFUL. Sooga stiffened on the spot, and his breath hitched yet again. Kohga pulled away, wiping his mouth and laughing.

"Ha! I fucking KNEW it! You ARE into cold shit!"

Sooga looked down at himself, flabbergasted. Nipples hard as hell, and a bulge in his pants.

"I'm...so confused-"

"Doesn't matter. Let's see how badly you need to cool down, big guy."

Kohga didn't let him speak as he crawled into his lap, planting his fatass right onto his bulge, and pressing his lips against his. Maybe it was the heat, maybe because this was was all something new, but when Kohga pressed his lips against his, he felt so much more eager. Wanted so much more of his tongue. Kohga used this as a distraction, pressing the ice cube right against his nipple. Sooga tried to pull away, mainly in surprise, but Kohga kept him still. He kept one hand wrapped around his neck, keeping his cute little thing from running off on him.

"Hey hey. Since when do you get all squirmy?"

Sooga averted his glance, for but a moment.

"It's just. Odd, how much you know. How you...do these weird, new things."

"You say it like it's bad."

"No no, don't-"

He paised for a moment, the coldness of the ice cube still at his nipple cascading dripping down his body. Contrast that to Kohga’s hot, thick ass, it was quite the contrast.

"Don't...misunderstand, I like it. I really do. I just...feel as though I cannot surprise you the same way."

"Always gotta be gushy with you, huh? Sooga, you're sweet. Really sweet. That's what I like about you. You're fun to play with."

Sooga was suddenly on his back, with Kohga’s lips against his own, and his hand. Oh his hand. It made that little cube travel from his nipple, to his stomach, each time making goosebumps form on his skin. Kohga’s body was hot, the air was hot, the towel around his neck was cold, the ice cube was cold. It was a contrast that made his poor little head spin. And that's why Kohga loved his dumbass.

"M-master Kohga, you're-"

"Shhh. You'll like it."

The ever shrinking ice cube cascaded down his perfect stomach (seriously, could fry an egg on this fucker, Kohga loved it), before it glided down to his cock. It was slow, cold, yet, Kohga’s hand was so soft, eager. Sooga was about to say something, when Kohga peeled away from him, putting his finger over his mouth. Silence. Sooga was always so chatty when he was nervous, self concious. Kohga USED to try to talk to him through it, and sometimes he still does, but he found that showing him was far more affective. So, after kissing his forehead (mushy, he knows), he decided to do just that.

He put what was left of the ice cube (if Sooga wouldn't be embarrassed by it, he'd be snapping some pics, because goddamn Sooga looked good when he was wet and ready) in his mouth, and after swallowing, he scooted himself in between his legs, pulling out Sooga’s cock. He didn't hesitate, grabbing his balls, and taking Sooga into his mouth. It must've been like sticking your dick in a freezer, he'd imagined. Sooga went still for a moment, and he thought Sooga didn't like it.

He was wrong. When Sooga felt him trying to pull away, he held onto his head, and used his legs to keep his body in place.

"Stay there. Stay...right there."

Kohga didn't need to be told twice. He slurped and sucked, just how he knew Sooga liked it. Slowly, with his lips wrapped around him firmly and his tongue exploring every inch. Sooga liked his fat tongue, he could tell by the way his toes curled. It was so cute. SOOGA was cute, laying there, letting himself be ravished by the much needed cold. The cold didn't last much longer however. Sooga never did last too long against his mouth, and in just a moment, his hot cum warmed Kohga’s cold mouth. Sooga's grip on him gave way; legs finally freeing him, and his hand flopping onto the floor.

Kohga chuckled, sitting up and wiping the cum from his chin. He'd lick Sooga clean, but he liked how messy and pathetic he looked.

"So, temperature play is something you like, I guess. You feel any better?"

"Y...yes, Master Kohga. Much better. Thank you."

"SOMEONE had to do it. Swear, you're the only Yiga who can't handle the heat."

Kohga finished off the rest of his (now fairly melted pop), watching as Sooga just sat there, limp.

"I can only handle YOURS, Master Kohga."

"Pfft. You flirt. You feel good enough to hop into the bath?"

"...I don't want to leave the floor. Its nice here. Think I'm going to cheat on you with the floor."

"You always did like hardwood."

Sooga looked up at him, in disbelief, before they both snorted like idiots. For a guy who so loved the cold,

He had nothing but a fiery love for his Master.

#asks #Kohga #Sooga #Lemon #okay but like #ice weapons being used as sex toys for sooga

[collecting-stories]

In My Head - Topper Thornton

Request: Im on such a Topper kick right now 🤪 and after listening to WAP on repeat (lmao it’s such a bop I can’t help myself 😂) id love to see something about topper and maybe Rafe too always admiring a care free, pogue reader from a distance and never having the heart to be “Kook”ish to them 🥺

A/N: I wasn’t exactly sure if this was what you wanted but this was just kinda where I went with it. 

Outer Banks Masterlist

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In the back of his mind, Topper was more than aware that he was being an absolute creep. You only knew him to see him yet here he was, standing by the stairs watching you dance with someone while he sipped at the jungle juice in his cup, hoping that some kind of liquid courage would transfer from the cup to his body. He doubted that though, it’d probably be like every other party that you showed up at and he wouldn’t do more than prop up the wall.  

If it was anyone else in the world Rafe would’ve been busting him for being such a loser and not just talking to you. Some convoluted pep talk about how he was Topper Thornton and he could get anyone he fucking wanted, including you, but Topper was pretty sure that even Rafe knew that wasn’t true in this instance. You were too good for him, hell, you were too good for most of the people on this island if not all of them. The touron you were talking to cracked a joke that you rolled your eyes at and Topper smirked behind his cup. Good, he thought, knock the kid down a peg. In was in that moment that you turned your head, eyes meeting Topper’s when he wasn’t fast enough to look away and you smiled.  

God, you smiled. He felt like he was in sixth grade or something. Trying to overcompensate for braces or his gangly appearance and sweating buckets every time he was put on the spot. All that from a smile. He wanted to cheer and hide at the same time. It was the stupidest crush and he was acting like he was in some kind of fucking Nicholas Sparks book but oh my god you were walking over to him.  

“Hey,” you shifted as someone walked passed, stepping closer to Topper and licking your lips as your eyes met his, “do you wanna dance?”

It was a handout, a giant neon sign flashing in his brain that this was the moment, you were giving him all your attention, looking at him like there wasn’t anyone else at the party and you wanted to dance with him. And couldn’t he just imagine that, bodies pressed against each other, sweaty in the warm living room of the kook house that was hosting the party. His hands on you, holding your hips, fingers brushing against the exposed skin of your abdomen, where your shirt ended and your shorts started. His eyes ran down your body again, a quick look that you caught anyhow, smiling at him.  

You had heard about the breakup between Sarah and Topper. It was the talk of every circle, kook and pogue alike. You knew the chances of Topper even looking your way were slim to none but you took the opportunity when it arose. Call you crazy but you’d always had a thing for the kook and now that Sarah Cameron was occupying her time with John B there was nothing stopping you from making a move.  

“Earth to Top,” you teased, waving a hand in front of his face as he seemed to zone out. “You wanna dance?”

“Dancing isn’t really my thing.” He said before he could stop himself. As the words rolled off his tongue though he wanted to scream. Finally, finally here you are right in front of him and he couldn’t even say the right thing.

“What is then?” You asked, determined not to let him slip away.  

“What?” He looked slightly dumbfounded. Were you really still interested?  

“Dancing isn’t your thing, so what is?” You repeated, “beer pong, I saw Rafe in the other room doing coke, though I think I’ll skip that one, or whatever,” you shrugged, tugging at the hem of your shorts.  

“I uh,” Topper looked away from you for a moment, glancing down into his nearly empty cup, “I could use a refill.”

He wanted to kick himself in the mouth every time he spoke. He’d never been this stupid around someone before though you didn’t seem to notice as you walked into the kitchen just ahead of him, Topper’s eyes straying down your body again, watching the way your skin glistened in the fluorescent light of the kitchen.  

You leaned across the counter, grabbing a cup from the stack and bending so Topper got a nice view of your ass. Being shameless was working for you, it was worth it to keep it up. You stood back up straight, holding your cup out to him and he took it, filling it with the blue jungle juice.

“Kelce made it so it’s strong,” Topper warned as you took a sip.

“Oh god...” You choked out after taking a gulp, the alcohol burning your throat as it went down. “That’s a lot.”

“Like I said,” he laughed, leaning against the counter next to you. He racked his brain for anything mildly intelligent to say, something that would convince you that he was funny and cool and worth knowing. That would have you wanting to know him not just as someone you could point out in a crowd but someone you actually knew, hung out with, maybe more but he was trying not to be greedy. “So, hanging with kooks tonight?”  

You rolled your eyes and laughed, “this isn’t gonna turn into a kook vs pogue thing is it? I think I’m being plenty friendly. You’re really gonna hound me for crashing a party?”

“No, no, sorry. I just meant, you didn’t come with anyone.”  

“How do you know?”

“I saw you come in and you were dancing with some random touron.” He replied, the filter that would’ve usually kept any weird comments at bay seemingly vanished in your presence.  

“Creeping on me Topper?” You laughed.  

“No, I just...noticed.”

“Well, you’re right. I came here alone.” You replied, taking another sip of the god-awful concoction Kelce had made, “though, I did come here hoping to see someone.”  

“Oh yeah?” He felt himself turning into that twelve-year-old again. Stuck in the middle of a spin the bottle circle, sweating as he hoped it spun the right way and he didn’t end up kissing someone he hated. “Who’s that?”  

You shrugged, looking so at ease with yourself that Topper would’ve never guessed that you were freaking out on the inside too. Now or never, the moment of truth, and not nearly enough jungle juice in your system to get you motivated for this. “You.”

“Me.” The word repeated itself in his brain. Me, me, me... “me, right, cool. Uh, me.”

“So, stalker, what do you say we partake in an activity that is definitely my thing?” You suggested, smiling at the way he licked his lips nervously, eyes narrowing slightly as he tried to put together your sentence.  

“Oh, yeah...okay,” he nodded dumbly as you grabbed his hand, leading him back into the congested living room, stairs in sight. You would have to thank Sarah Cameron for letting such a good thing go.  

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[marley--barbie]

STORYTIME PT. 3

Anyways got a little off topic huh? Umm about mid October, you know I maybe had 300 dollars left in my savings, no house. Still living with my parents. Still doing crazy shit with my "new best friend" when I met a guy but not just a guy, a man. So as I said I was 18 and he was 34, he did drugs also but he only did it to "party" he didn't do it on the daily but he would have his own and used it freely as he wished whereas the two teenagers(me and my coworker) were doing the shit every night basically.

So the guy I had met, turned into my boyfriend shortly after. He never asked me out or anything. I just went over his house one day and never left and been together ever since.(another storytime)

So seeing as I was just out of high school and my co-worker had basically just dropped out, we still knew some kids from high school and they would come over to my boyfriend's house all the time and for some good period of time we were all holed up in my boyfriend's house no longer snorting meth but now smoking it. Like we all stayed in this ONE room listening to music, drawing, on our phones, just tweaking the fuck out basically for months. Me and my coworker would you know leave for our night shifts and the high schoolers would go back to school every now and then or back to their house but everyone always ended up in the same room doing the same shit everyday.

So January comes around. About 4-5 months into my addiction. My coworker had lost his job and I was supporting like 4-5 drug addicts with my one check. You know I saw and dealt with a lot of shit like seeing a mom smoke meth with her 15 year old daughter. Seen that same 15 year old get with a 40 something drug dealer. The obvious high schoolers that we invited into our house to allow them to do drugs with us.  Hiding a runaway teenager. Smoking meth with a pregnant teenager and her own dad?? To finding out my coworker was shooting up. It was all a mess and to top it off, I had gotten fired from my job at the truck stop which i loved working at SO MUCH. I was hoping to move up in the company and become the general manager of my own store.

So after losing my job, I got really depressed. I would sleep all day, get up do drugs and go back to sleep like 12-14 hours later and just repeat. My co-worker wasnt living with us anymore necessarily because he was busy hoping from smoke house to smoke house to do his drugs and he'd come back every 3 or 4 days and just sleep and then leave again. We had all became so engrossed in our addictions.

So it was probably around March when eventually everyone had stopped coming over and our drug use died down just a little because no one had any money to support our habit. So my boyfriend got a construction job seeing as we were flat broke. We continued doing our drugs only not as often as we once were and we had definitely closed our doors to any tweakers wanting a place to do drugs.

So when summer came around, we actually went out and did things as a couple like traveling and started eating 3 meals a day again and kinda just becoming functional addicts like We kinda were in the beginning  We did our drugs and went about our day. It was no longer a fun party everyday, just getting by.

Anyhow, about september, after about a full year of doing dope, I had honestly gotten bored with it. My body had gotten use to the drug and I would sleep throughout the night again and it's high, like the monster energy drinks, has lost its affect on me. I had tried to talk to my boyfriend about stopping but he was too far into his addiction and i couldn't help but feel I was to blame for it.

So while conversations over ending our drug abuse was left under the rug, I continued our comfortable life with him and doing drugs. We had already stopped smoking it and went back to snorting it. Smoking on the occasion that snorting it wasnt enough to get us high.

About 2 months later, in November, I hadn't stopped completely but my drug use had slowed down considerably. Whereas I was maybe doing 5-6 lines a day i had went down to 1 and 2 on a bad day. And not too far into december I had went to only doing it when i felt like it which might've been every other day or 2. The fun of doing the drug had completely ran out for me, I was an empty shell of nothingness. I only did it because i didn't have a reason not too.

Then, come December 20th 2017, i took a pregnancy test and it came back positive. I had become pregnant with my first born. From that day forward I stopped doing dope and never once looked back. Leaving me 1,143 days sober today. My boyfriend eventually got sober before our baby girl was born. Now im not going to sugar coat and lie and tell you that I haven't thought about it because i have but i know i never will because my 2 children are more important to me than anything on this planet and my love for them blossoms more and more each and every day.

Thank you to everyone who stopped to read this long ass story. I have never been this candid about my addiction and i dont really know if this will help anybody but it feels good to actually tell my story.

THE END! FEEL FREE TO ASK QUESTIONS!

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[mochuelovelli]

ASOUE AU? ASOUE AU. Pt 1 (Characters)

Okay so I just posted a little doodle I did for an A Series of Unfortunate Events AU that I had been thinking about ever since I realized that Esmé was obviously Magica's VA (which was 3 days ago so oop). I don't have all the characters figured out right now (mostly bc quite frankly there aren't really enough adults that act so... neglectful towards the kids in ducktales). I'll list the ones I am pretty concrete on VS the ones I'm unsure or ones that I "reimagined" due to not everyone fitting perfectly in this world.

Characters that are Definite:

Glomgold as Count Olaf: Think about it, horrible actor/cosplayer (yes thats what he is). Both obsessed about riches, revenge and are generally incompetent. Really, Olaf is much more wicked in the ASOUE series imo (bc even tho Glomgold wants to kill Scrooge and steal his money. This anger only extends his wards if he wishes to use them against Scrooge and is less keen on the murdering of kids. Notice I said LESS). Not 100% if I want him to be as...well explicit as Olaf can be at times. Especially his characterization in the Bad Beginning if you know what I mean (pst it's child marriage)

Magicia DeSpell as Esmé Squalor: Like I said, this is a no brainer. She has the stage performance of Magicia with a bit of Mark Beaks Mom (forget her name) mixed in. Probably would downplay her love for fashion and replace it with an obsession with the occult. I would also not have her be obsessed with Glomgold, its more in character for Glomgold to be obsessed with her anyhow. It is also possible bc I tend to believe she is a more compelling villian in canon that she might take the place of Glomgold on the Island in "The End". But I also plan for Scrooges Number One Dime to replace the Sugar bowl so, maybe not.

Doofus Drake as Calmanita Splats: Duh, spoiled brat who is very creepy and probably has parents that want them dead? Instead of wanting to sing all the time he mainly wants to wreak things/people. He still definitely dresses up tho into a hodgepodge of things. It always changes and Glomgold is always annoyed by this but he likes him more than Magicia. She definitely wants him dead just like Olaf in the series (she really hates kids).

Duckworth as Larry your waiter: Yeah not much competition for this role. It was either him or Launchpad. Duckworth is too perfect for this role and he honestly will play a better spy than canon Larry. If I ever write it out a lot of the "fight scenes" and anime-esque "explaining how I fooled you" dialogue will definitely be reworked but still present. I will however not keep out the main theme of neglect or ignorance with the adults, they will still fail in that regard as always but will just not literally stand there and tell Olaf "We finally caught you, now let me explain why we are so smart oh no you set something on fire again". I mean...maybe for a Mr. Poe but not the VFD. Or...SHUSH I should say but more on that later (or in another post who knows?)

Scrooge McDuck as Lemony Snicket (sorta): Okay so OBVIOUSLY we can't have our "Lemony" have the hots for the McDuck siblings mom (yes another thing I must explain oh boy). Scrooge will still be gilted in love by, of course Goldie though I am still not 100% if she should play part of the the role of Kit Snicket (again NOT related to Scrooge) or should she be someone else entirely. Scrooge is basically the reason everything is happening in this AU just like the canon Lemony but writes sad letters to Donald and Della as well as Goldie. As you might of well guessed, Scrooge's Fortune is also the riches the McDuck's have.

Fethry Duck as Dr. Monty: Of course a snake lover will become a marine lover in this AU! Also of COURSE Mitzy will play the roles of the incredibly deadly viper AND the great unknown! Fethry and Dr. Monty not being mentioned by their family but also too enthralled with their studies to care all that much (but seriously thats fucked up ducktales). Totally made for this role. As far as setting goes this will be where the siblings will be underwater first but since the series already has plently of aquatic locals I will probably swap out the Lake Lacamose story with Peru or the Galapagos. Speaking of...

Ms. Quackfaster as Aunt Josephine: For narrative purposes it would make sense that Ms. Quackfaster would lose her edge as a brave and bold woman. For what exact reason I am still trying to figure out. Not sure if I still want to keep the "Ike" storyline, maybe she just got really spooked by FOWL. Maybe some creature from the Galapagos ate her leg or something.

Ma Beagle as Dr. Orwell: This particular role was sort of hard for me to cast due to the fact that Dr. Orwell is older and romantically involved with Olaf (at least its sorta there). I really didn't want to give this role to Owlson bc other than she isn't a bad person, she is also way too young. Ma Beagle already has a similar motivation im canon to want to reclaim Duckburg as Beagleburg so the Terrible Mills plot to frame the B for causing a fire in order to have control over the mill is very in line with Ma. I originally wanted the Beagle Boys be working in the Mill but since I am changing the setting to Egypt, I decided to use the people stuck in the pyrimid (idk what they are actually called) and will either use Amulet, Launchpad or Dijin as Cookie

Characters that are Mixed with others:

Huey Duck as the Narrative Role of Violet B.: I mostly imagined(?) the kid characters in a approximation of set characters from the books/series. For this reason, Huey plays the ROLE of Violet Baudelaire so that he can take the "inventor" occupation. I went back and forth on finding who would have Violet's quirk of using an object to help her think. My mind originally went to Webby since she has a bow and I wanted Huey's obsession with the Incomplete History of Secret Organizations to take the place of his JWG. However I reworked it so that Huey's JWG would act as Violet's ribbon with him having to flip through his beat up (and slightly burnt) journal to find a quick solution or just to calm his nerves. Something that applies to all the triplets and twins is that their last names are changed to "McDuck" mostly bc it sounds better that they are later called the "McDuck Murders" instead of the "Duck Murders" as well as Scrooges edited role in the kids lives. He has a mix of Klaus' social awkwardness and habit of talking at length about his special interests to whoever will listen. Huey is also the one who gets hypnotized in the Miserable Mill ep.

Louie Duck as the Narrative Role of Sunny B.: Pretty sure I swapped Louie and Webby for this role in my first post but whatever. I wanted to confusingly change Klaus' role into a "Charmer" or "smooth talker" (obviously still a work in progress) since I felt that Huey in DuckTales canon was always well researched as well a good mechanic and having two characters who pretty much fit the same role was... redundant. I also wanted to really make Webby's Sunny much more inline with her notorious/abnormal fighting abilities. However, I realized that instead of changing Klaus' role I should just change Sunny's characterization since I would have to rework it anyways since she was a baby. I also got the idea from recently rewatching the series and saw Sunny basically trick her way out of being trapped with the Hook handed man (i.e. Fernald). I will instead make Louie's role as what he functionally is in DuckTales (the guy who can talk his way out of anything). He would probably also say his occupation is "Defense Attorney" or something along those lines. He is also the one who gets captured the most but not by much. However while he still has Sunny's sarcasm, he also has Klaus' inherit skeptism and distrust of adults.

Webby Vanderquack as the Narrative Role of Klaus B.: Like I said in Louie's segment, Webby is changed to Klaus or more accurately the "Researcher" of the group. She is often the one who stays up late, researching ways to get out of Glomgold's schemes. Unlike Klaus though, she has more of the optimism of Violet but might not put as much belief into all authority as Huey might. She still has role models that she looks up to but isn't against bending the rules. She also unfortunately takes Violet's role of becoming "Olaf's bride" in the Bad Beginning. In the story she has always lived with the McDucks but didn't take their name and still had Mrs. B (until she was around 10, she was 12ish when the fire happened). However, she is still in the McDuck Will and therefore Glomgold hatches a plan to use her to get the fortune. She also tricks him by signing her name "Vanderduck" or "McDuck" instead of Vanderquack to make the marriage null in void. She is also a mix of Sunny since she is generally the most physically capable out of the children.

Dewey Duck as the Narrative Role as Quigley Quagmire: Okay honestly after a rewatch, I don't exactly know what makes Duncan and Quigley that different from each other. I'm pretty sure Duncan is the Klaus of his siblings but whatever. Dewey mostly just 1/2 of the reveal that two people survived the fire during the Carnival segment (which is changed to an underground wrestling theme for reasons to be explained). I am fairly certain that during the last part of the Village of Fowl Devotees I want Dewey be the one left behind with Webby and Lena that way we can have more time spent with him and Weblena/ Magicia v Lena drama. Dewey's occupation would be "Comedian/Host/Actor" . He also is the one the adults ignore during the first half and will be the subject of Triplet/only child jokes that the Quagmires face.

Gosalyn Mallard as the Narrative Role of Duncan Quagmire: Okay so like, no she isn't related or adopted by the Quagmires

Lena Saberwing as the Narrative Role of Isadora Quagmire: c'mon both these kids like poetry. Literally I can think of no other DuckTales kid that likes that (other than Webby but that was more of her liking Lena's stuff). She will still have her background as Magica's niece and might take some of the role of Fernald where he gets redeemed by betraying Olaf/saving Sunny. I am unsure by what extent though as she isn't going to be a henchperson of Glomgold or Magica. It might be that she is uses morally questionable ways to get what she wants/needs. Maybe she is "good" but has to commit a terrible act similar to how the Baudelaires have to burn down the carnival.

Characters that I am uncertain about or straight up don't have someone in that role:

Violet Saberwing as the Narrative Role of Fiona Widdershins: Like Fiona, Violet was also originally distrusted by a part of the cast (in this AU, it probably be Webby and/or Louie as Huey catches feelings lol). She is also obsessed with the occult not fungus and has to save probably Louie from losing his soul or something (wip). Violet more than any of the main cast of kids will probably act more like her canon self since she is naturally straight forward and booksmart. She probably gets forced to stay with Glomgold until her and Lena can escape again. Also since I didn't want it to be another underwater local and wanted it to relate to DuckTales17 a bit more closely I thought it be better if they were in the sky. Maybe Violet got the Sun chaser or maybe even the Spear of Selene. Maybe instead of going to look for their dads (since they are dead oof) they come back at The End to tell the McDuck Siblings et all that they might of found something...or someone important.

Boyd as the Narrative Role of Friday: This is definitely more of a stretch as really he is only Friday because in role only because I want him at the Island at The End so that he can save the siblings from whatever organic incident happens since he is still an android. I previously thought he could also fit the role of Fernald since he could go through a redemption arc easier due to him sorta going through one in the show. Its not out of the realm of possibility that Glomgold could have reprogrammed him to obey him (he might still do something similar I haven't figured it out 100%).

Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera as the narrative role of Hector: He probably won't faint as much as Hector but he will have to be pushed by the kids to be confident in himself during the Vile Village (which will probably change to a Capital city since I plan to rework FOWL into this). Maybe its similar to a military academy which makes having a set of rules make sense. Its also possible that Fenton escapes with some of the kids in the Sunchaser by the end of this.

Steelbeak as the Narrative Role of Fernald Widdershins: I mainly chose him because Steelbeak and Hookhanded man both most clearly are shown to be sympathic antagonists. They are still functionally villians, much more so than any of the children like Boyd or Lena who, yeah, have done bad things but in one case wasn't given the freewill to decide for himself or was but when she decided to stand up for herself she was literally tortured and had her freedom taken away (more so than in the beginning since. Steelbeak would, like Fernald, be making a choice as an adult man to be apart of a mad man's troop and was harden enough to commit murder if it meant he could impress his boss. But because he is not related to (by blood or otherwise) any protagonist I struggle to know where to put him. I might still have him defect during the end of what would have been the Grim Grotto ep and comes back with the Saberwings at The End. Maybe he brings Gosalyn back after finding her at some point, maybe he dies somewhere towards The End. Not sure.

Gladstone/Ghost of Christmas Past/News Reporter Lady as the Narrative Role of Mr. Poe/Mr. Poes Wife: wow this one is really confusing. My reasoning behind these picks is because The News lady would be a great pick for Mr. Poe's wife or at least a substitute as she has similar motivations in DT17. The biggest set back for her tho is that she has no reason to be on the Baudelaire case (or McDuck case anyways). Ghost of Christmas past is a bit of a stretch since why the fuck would he be in charge of making sure the kids had guardians? I mainly want him just bc of his motivation (or lack thereof) to do his job and being incompetent at it. Gladstone while making some sense that he also would be uncaring about where the kids go is also a stretch given he is a relative and he while he might not care 100% about their whereabouts he wouldn't lose them like Mr. Poe would simply bc he is so damn Lucky. Its possible to work that against him, maybe in a scenerios like where he drops off the kids but gets whisked away because some rando gifts him a boat. Still unsure.

Mrs. Beakley as either the Narrative Role of Jaclyn S (Mr. Poes Secretary/VFD spy)., Olivia C. (Librarian): I want Mrs. B to have a role which fits her being experienced and competent but also met a tragic demise. I might mix the experience of JS with the fate of OC. Poor Webby.

Justice Strauss as ???: I'll be honest, I am stumped with this one. This is a very important role to fill and I can't quite find an adult character that fits the bill of Justice Strauss. Mrs. B is too smart, Launchpad studying law while ridiculous, is something inline with the show but he doesn't have a DT17 motivation similar enough to Strauss where he's desires can be exploited nor has he really want kids in the same sense as Strauss. Drake Mallard is close since he is an actor but having him work with law is a bit of a stretch, I also think that making him somewhat bumbling is an insult to his character but Strauss is tragic since she WANTS to very much be the Baudelaires guardian but fails so much. Maybe in a safer world she could have been, maybe if they were luckier. She loves them so much, but they run away where she can't find them to at least try to be there for them and is left heart broken by the end. Whoever becomes JS is in for a world of hurt and I'm sorry. Goofy could also be a replacement, maybe Max died for more angst 😬.

Goldie or Daisy as the narrative role of Kit Snicket: This kinda gets really fanfic-y as neither of these characters really fit nicely into this role. Goldie definitely has the skill of Kit and her disregard for the rules but the pregnancy thing is... something. Not entirely sure if I actually want her to be pregnant but I also want a Beatrice II type character (of course she would be named Della II) but again very fanfic-y. Daisy I am more comfortable being the one who gets pregnant, she might take Olivias role as the new VFD recruit instead of Kits more seasoned one. All I know is that if either or both outcomes exist they will die also a Dewey Deanumont(?) Character wouldn't be the father it would of course be Donald or Scrooge depending who gets pregnant.

Jacques Snicket as ???: Another mystery for me. Functionally? Maybe Manny could play this role or even Launchpad (he really is just my go to for any character idk about huh?) Whoever it is will die but wont have a romance with the Olivia character(s). Maybe its Goofy lmao.

This is quite long enough, let me know if y'all got any more ideas. I'll edit this when I can since I am tired of writing. Please comment or reblog for suggestions and the like thx u. And please...Look Away while you still can.

#sorry this was so long and a bit incomprehensible #just wanted to get my thoughts out there and written down before I forget #might post more about episode specifics and will definitely draw some scenes out #if i can get it to work #maybe animate something 👀 #asks are open btw #feel free to ask about this au if ya want #id appreciate it #ducktales au #ducktales 17 #asoue au #a series of unfortunate events #della duck #donald duck #louie duck #scrooge mcduck #huey mcduck #Webby Vanderquack #dewey mcduck #violet sabrewing #lena sabrewing #magica de spell #launchpad mcquack #mrs beakley #Goldie O'Gilt #? #Daisy Duck #Goofy Goof #Ma Beagle #Mrs. quackfaster

[saibh29]

Mother and Daughter

Pairing: Kelly Severide x Reader

Warning: Language, fluff, Implied family issues

AN: Ok this one I enjoyed... immensely... 

Your mother is in town for a few days, which means your boyfriend is suspiciously absent

*****

Your mum was coming to the city, it was a biannual visit that she made under sufferance simply to say that it wasn’t always her commanding you to come home. She liked to sit on the high ground of moral vindication.

You loved your mum, you actually had a decent relationship now you’d grown up, moved away and didn’t have to live with her anymore. These visits though, even though they only lasted for a few days, tended to be painful for everyone involved. Your mum did not like the city, she didn’t like crowds of people, traffic, noise or the small bedrooms you had in your tiny apartment. She missed her own kitchen, fancy coffee machine, Women’s meetings and town gossip sessions.

You’d taken the morning off work to wait for her to arrive and had already set up the bed for her in the spare room. You’d also removed any trace of your boyfriend from the apartment. Kelly was allergic to parents and in the case of your mother you didn’t really blame him. Your mum was also allergic to men, after the mess your dad had made of their relationship you didn’t really blame her either. So, by silent agreement neither of them met, ever. Not in the context of ‘mother of your girlfriend’ anyhow.

You’d been sat on the window seat so saw the taxi pull up outside your block and your mother emerge, commanding the poor uber driver to remove her bags from the cab. How one woman needed practically a suitcase a day you’d never figured out, especially as her daughter, you, managed to travel for weeks with only a rucksack you’d had since high school.

Starting to assemble the requisite smile on your face you went down to help her with the pile of luggage.

“Mum”

She turned and caught sight of you enveloping you in a huge hug, your mother always smelt vaguely like fresh cookies and vanilla, it flashed you back to sitting in the kitchen of your childhood home nibbling on said cookies while in the living room your mum and dad screamed at each other.

“Y/N, darling” she held you slightly away from her eyes taking you all in. “You look skinny, have you been eating? I brought plenty of casserole and stews, you can put it in the freezer”

“Mum, you always say I look skinny, and how did you get TSA to let you on your flight with a load of frozen food”

“Hmmm” That was your mothers all purpose noise, mainly meaning the subject was closed and she wasn’t going to tell you anything more. Picking up the many bags you helped her carry them up to your apartment, dumping them in the kitchen. “Put that food in the freezer darling”

“hmmm” you copied your mums previous sound but did as you were told. It was more trouble than it was worth to try and disobey her.

Your mum was still stood in the middle of your apartment. “This place seems smaller every time I arrive”

“I promise you its not” how did the woman do it, in one sentence you were desperately trying to remind yourself that murder was not a good idea. “I have to go to the firehouse. I was just waiting for you to arrive” your mum was still staring around the room. “Maybe you want to rest?”

“Rest?” she finally gave you her attention again. “Oh, I'm quite rested. Maybe I’ll come to the station with you, I haven’t been there for quite some time”

Crap. That was what you’d been wanting to avoid. Trying to dissuade her though would only make her more determined to come with you.

“Fine”

“I'm sure the boys would appreciate some warm food”

“mum…” you whined but she was no longer listening, she’d gone to your fridge and was tutting in dismay at the offerings inside.

“We’ll stop by the market on the way”

“Ok” grabbing your bag you hustled her back out of your apartment and down to your car. It was going to be a very long day.

**

The guys as you’d guessed had been delighted to see your mother entering the station with you following behind, arms piled high with groceries. They’d swarmed your mum leading her into the station with smiles and hugs.

“Yeah don’t worry about me!” you snapped trying not to trip over your feet. “I'm fine”

The guys ignored you completely still fawning over your mum. Someone did come up from behind you though and the top two bags were removed from your arms leaving you with only one.

“I see she arrived”

“It’s been 2 hours Kelly, 2 hours and I want to kill either her or myself, I haven’t decided which yet”

“That bad?”

“She called me skinny! Mocked my fridge, apartment and now she’s here… my mother is here, where I work”

“Sounds terrible”

“Just don’t” you warned as he didn’t look all that sympathetic.

“Hey! Y/N get moving with those groceries your mum’s gonna cook”

Your eyes narrowed as you focused on Herrmann who was hanging out of the door to the mess room. You were about to say something scathing and generally unkind when Kelly cut in.

“Coming” he nudged you forwards. “Aren’t we?”

“Yeah sure… we’re coming” you went into the mess dumping the groceries onto the counters where you mum was already rooting around in cupboards bringing out varying pans and equipment.

“Your mum’s going to cook” Otis sounded almost dreamy as he leant beside you on the bench “real food Y/N”

“I heard”

“darling will you peel the veg for me please” you mum didn’t wait for an answer just pushed the peeler into your hands along with a bowl of washed vegetables. “and clean strokes Y/N, don’t attack it like a rabid dog”

“Sure” you got the word out around gritted teeth and snatched a carrot from the bowl. Obviously you were attacking it because soon after your mum grabbed the carrot snatching it from your hands in horror.

“Y/N”

“You said peel it”

“Yes peel, not chunk. Honestly”

Alright, that was it, you were done. Almost hurling the peeler back to the counter, you spun on your heel and stormed out of the mess room.

You’d gone to the locker rooms, sat on the bench in front of the lockers therapeutically letting your feet swing into the metal with a satisfying thump.

“Babe?” Kelly came carefully into the locker room, sitting down beside you his arm going around your shoulders. “what’s going on?”

“I can’t deal with her being here Kelly” you let your boots kick once a lot harder into the lockers. “Mum needs to be at home in that sphere and my life, you, my apartment everything else needs to be separate”

“I think most people feel like that about their parents”

“Helpful, Kelly. Very fucking helpful”

“Hey” he used his spare hand to take hold of your chin forcing your face around to look at him. “She isn’t here for long and in the meantime, she’s your mother.”

“So what, deal?”

“Yeah babe, you deal”

“What good advice Kelly”

You both jumped apart like guilty teenagers at your mums voice coming from the doorway. Her arms were crossed over her chest as she looked between the two of you. You’d never seen Kelly move so fast as he did then, lurching off the bench and going for the door. Your mum didn’t move though blocking his exit.

“Kelly Severide, sit down”

“I um… but…”

“Sit”

“Yes Ma’am” Kelly came back to sit beside you as your mum finally moved from the doorway to stand in front of the two of you.

“Y/N, you may technically be an adult, but you’re still my child. I'm sorry if that upsets you, I am never going to stop being your mother though and this is simply how I am”

“It doesn’t upset me” you felt like an ungrateful ass now. You knew your mum hated the city and yet still she came, still she wanted to see you. “I'm happy you’re here”

“Good, now…” she trailed off staring at the two of you.

“Mum?”

“This needs to stop”

“What?”

“Me pretending I don’t know about you two and you” she turned narrowed eyes on Kelly. “Is my daughter somehow not good enough for you to admit to dating?”

Kelly coughed and squirmed uncomfortably, looking at you for obvious rescue, you just shrugged though. “Don’t look at me, I can’t help”

“No Ma’am of course not”

“Do you love her?” your mum continued; she could be relentless when she was focused onto something. When Kelly remained silent, her hands went to her hips. “Well?”

“Yes alright” Kelly jumped to his feet. “Yes! I love her, I love your daughter”

“Well good” your mum then turned her interrogation to you even though you were fairly in shock from Kelly’s sudden declaration of love. “and you Y/N, why did you think you had to hide this from me?”

“I… um…” Kelly sat back down and took your hand in his own linking your fingers together. It gave you the strength to keep talking. “When dad left, you broke Mum. Ever since then you’ve had this vendetta against men. I didn’t want to hurt you”

Your mum stayed quiet for a minute before reaching out and pulling you to your feet severing your connection to Kelly. She wrapped her arms around you. “You don’t have to protect me sweetheart. I'm your mum. I want you to be happy, it’s all I’ve ever wanted” She kissed your cheek “Now, I have some food to cook” and with a final look at both of you she left the locker room.

Turning around so you could lean against the lockers you caught Kelly’s eye. “Hell of a way to tell me you love me?”

He shrugged standing up and catching hold of your waist, he pulled you off the lockers and into his chest instead. “the truth is the truth”

“I love you too”

Kelly’s lips claimed your own in a kiss that made everything but him flee your mind.

“Now, come on. I want to see what kind of food I can scrounge”

Laughing at that you let him take your hand and pull you out of the locker room again.  

 *****

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[introvert-no-chameleon]

Chapter 4: Making Amends

AO3

The snow crunched under Stan’s knees, soaking his pants and making the cold burning his skin. The pines that made up most of the forest towered over him more than he remembered, making it impossible to see more than a few patches of the inky, starless night sky. Snowflakes fell around him, their gentle descent a mockery to the cruel helplessness that was tearing him apart.

He couldn’t get back up, despite his brain screaming at him to do something, because Fidds was right there, and he couldn’t lift a finger to help him, he couldn’t stop it.

He couldn’t protect him—

“…ley…”

Wait. That was…but Fidds was in front of him—

“…up…”

He was—

“Stanley!”

Stan blinked, gasping like a man who’d just gotten a gulp of air after almost drowning. He wasn’t in a forest, or anywhere outside, but in a warm bedroom. His bedroom, actually. He recognized the long scratch on the roof from that weird octopus thing that attacked them once. Crickets chirped outside, and one glance out the window confirmed that it was nighttime. A few stars hung on the navy blue sky.

The mattress that squeaked and groaned as he shifted on it while he got his bearings. The lamp was on, emitting a soft light that illuminated the face of the man who’d called his name. His Fidds, who still had those funny antlers and cute ears, and was, more importantly, okay.

“Oh, thank goodness….” His boyfriend held his hand to his heart, shoulders slumping with relief, eyes brimming with tears. He was about to let out the waterworks, and Stan wasn’t about to let that happen if he could help it, reaching to wipe the rims of his eyes with his thumbs.

“Hey there, Fiddlenerd.” He sounded like he had just gargled gravel, but at least he could still talk. His throat felt dry for the first time since he changed. “What I’d miss?”

Fiddleford sniffed. “Aside from ya bein’ the biggest damn fool to ever walk upon this here world?” There wasn’t any bite to it, although his waspish tone suggested Stanley would be hearing about this of the next few weeks.

Stanley chuckled. “Uh-oh. I’m in real trouble now.”

“Damn right ya are!”

“Y’know Fidds, you’ve been getting’ an awfully big potty mouth lately.”

Fiddleford snark back at him like he usually would. He didn’t even scold him. He just sat down at the edge of the bed, hands running through his hair.

Stan grabbed his hands before he ended up pulling at his hair, like he tended to do whenever his stress got too intense for him to handle. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I’m super sorry. Whatever I did—”

“What ya—Stanley, ya threw yerself at a monster expectin’ me an’ yer brother to up and skedaddle without ya! Then ya got yerself cracked!”

Ah. That explained the bandages and his aching back. “Hey, come one, I couldn’t risk ya or Ford getting’ killed. I thought I stood the best chance. How was I supposed to know that it had weird magic nightmare powers?”

“You were a wreck, Stanley! We thought—I thought that…ya weren’t gonna make it. An’ then I heard ya yellin’…”

It occurred to Stan right then and there that he had cried and curled into the fetal position in front of both of them like a giant baby. He groaned, covering his eyes. “I can’t believe ya saw that.”

Fidds sighed. He got in the bed and cuddled up to Stan. His hand went to his cheek. Fidds had heavy bags under his eyes, and he looked almost as bad as Stan felt. “It’s nothin’ to be ashamed of, darlin’. That creature’s neurotoxins do a number on ya.”

Stan, who had begun to pull his boyfriend closer, paused. He pushed him back far enough to look into his eyes. “How do ya know that?” He began scanning Fidds body for injuries and froze when he saw the bandages on one of his legs, stained with blotches of red.

Stan sat up, ignoring the first genuine wave of pain he’d felt since he transformed. “That thing—it. I’m gonna kill it.”

Fidds huffed and pushed him back down, scowling. “You’ll do no such thing. It’s long gone, anyhow.”

“Wait. I was out for hours, an’ ya got hit with that magic mumbo-jumbo too. Why’re ya up?”

“Well, I shook myself outta it.”

Stan’s jaw fell open.

Fidds said it so simply, as if he hadn’t gone through the same experience, of feeling nothing but panic, being forced to watch a horror show as if strapped onto a chair, unable to do anything about it except experience his deepest fears manifesting right in front of him.

“Fidds. Come on, quit pullin’ my leg.”

“I ain’t.”

Sweet Moses, he wasn’t joking. “How?”

His boyfriend’s face fell. “I know it’s hard to believe, Stanley, but it’s the honest truth.”

Stan remembered their conversation, and he wanted to kick his own stony ass for being such a fucking idiot. “Whoa, hold on just a minute there, Fidds. Let’s get some shit straight. I ain’t lookin’ down on ya. I never did. I guess I shoulda made that clear, but I ain’t the best with words.” He gave himself a moment to collect his thoughts, to piece together something he could say that would get his point across. “Fidds, do ya know how it was around here before ya came around?”

The man blinked, obviously not expecting the question. “No?”

“Ford was barely able to get himself to eat. He was practically living off coffee and four hours of sleep a day. And don’t even get me started on how much he showered.”

“Darlin’, I have no idea why yer tellin’ me this, especially since yer brother still bathes every three days and sleeps every four if he can get away with it.”

“Believe it or not, used to be so much worse. And I promise there’s a point to this.” He cleared his throat. “He would get almost killed on a near-daily basis by some monster or lab accident. We were using so many first aid kits that we were buyin’ a new one almost every week. I was losing my mind just tryin’ to keep that dumb nerd alive, and we’d fight even more than we do now. Between that and boxing, I thought I was gonna go bald or somethin’ from the stress.”

Stan felt his lips curl up into a smile. “Then he called you. You an’ your banjo and weird southern talk. I’m not gonna lie, when I first saw ya, I thought, “this scrawny nerd isn’t gonna last a day”.”

“Thanks, hon,” said Fidds.

“But! I was wrong. Because before I knew it, Ford was gettin’ his science shit done even faster with another big brain helpin’ him out. I was able to sleep, an’,” Stan gestured to the room around them. “This place actually became livable!”

Fidds was smiling with him, a blush dusting his cheeks. “Aw, shucks.”

“My point is, Fiddlenerd, that if it weren’t for you, me and my brother would’ve killed each other by now or somethin’. Outta the three of us, you’re the one who has a head on his shoulders. We’re a team, and we need ya as much as ya need us. Hell, we probably need ya more. I…I know I do, at least.” He stared down at his own hands. “I’m sorry I ever made ya feel like I didn’t.”

Fidds held on of Stan’s big hands with two of his. “I was bein’ stubborn too. I shoulda just remembered that ya say what ya do ‘cause ya care about me.”

Stan glanced up at Fidds to see the man’s look of utter adoration, those big blues that made Stan’s knees go weak whenever he stared into them. “Well, maybe I shouldn’t be too worried. Especially not since ya did a pretty good job savin’ our assess today.”

“Actually,” said Fidds with a small cough. “I wouldn’t mind maybe talkin’ to Stanferd and maybe hangin’ back more when y’all go on monster hunts once an’ a while.”

Stan held his precious nerd close. “As long as you’re not always stayin’ behind. Don’t wanna haveta drag Ford away from giant goblins all by myself.”

Fidds chuckled. “Speakin’ of, he wanted me to get ‘im when ya woke up.”

Stan made no move to let him out of his arms. “Eh, let the idiot sleep, he needs it. ‘Sides, ya need your rest too, I’ll be here in the mornin’.”

“Oh, alright, but ya best be prepared fer him givin’ ya an earful.”

Stan would’ve rolled his eyes if he didn’t have weird glowy orbs that probably wouldn’t get the message across. “Not that. Anything but that.”

Fidds didn’t say anything to that. Instead, he was biting his lip, fidgeting like he always did whenever he had something to say and wasn’t sure how to go about it.

“What is it, Fidds?”

The man frowned, his Adam’s apple dancing up and down a bit. “…What did that awful thing make ya see?”

Stan felt sick all the sudden, his stomach (did he even still have one?) feeling as if somebody had pulled it out and was twisting it as tightly as they could. “Why do ya wanna know?”

“Ya just seemed to be in so much pain, is all, and…” He swallowed. “I…I saw you, and Tate and Stanferd had been—y’all were killed. Probably by one of them monsters, b-but…”

He squeaked as Stan held him as tightly as he could without crushing him against his chest. “Jesus, Fidds.”

Already Fidds was shaking, and despite his victory today, Stan knew how those things stayed with you, festering in some corner of your brain and jumping out when you least expect them to. He knew that it wouldn’t be something that would be forgotten any time soon. The man still got nightmares from his kidnapping, and that hadn’t sounded as bad as that shit. Stan began rubbing small circles on Fidds’ back. It was practically a reflex by this point, to comfort Fidds whenever he’d start having bad anxiety.

“It’s alright. I-I know it ain’t—it ain’t real.” He sounded more like he was reassuring himself than Stan. “I…I didn’t wanna see that, but I realized that i-if I wanna make sure that don’t happen, I need to be brave.”

Stan sighed. “You’re already brave, Fidds, and ya probably wouldn’t be so on edge if Ford an’ I weren’t always charging head-on into danger like a bunch of knuckleheads.”

Fidds chuckled. “As if the two of ya would be any more careful if I asked.”

“If it means it’ll stress ya out less? Then fuck it, I’ll guilt trip Ford into being more careful.”

Stan knew that if he wanted, he could say he didn’t want to talk about what he saw, and Fidds wouldn’t push. That had been one of the many things he loved about the man, how he always seemed to know when to give Stan space. He knew that Stan would always come to Fidds when he needed to.

But Fidds had come clean, even when it got him all twitchy, and damnit, he couldn’t just chicken out now.

“You ah…you remember how my pa kicked me out after the…the thing with Stanford’s science fair project, yeah?” He pressed his wings close to his back. Just saying it made the memory come into mind, the hard shove onto concrete, his world destroyed in the blink of an eye as his pa’s red face and cold, beady eyes bore into him.

Fiddleford hummed, nodding. “I do.” The man’s shoulders were tense, and Stan already began to see the tell-tale signs of the thunderous rage in his boyfriend’s eyes.

Stan had only lived in the shack for about a week when he told Fidds about his pa kicking him out. He hadn’t exaggerated when he told Fidds that he and Ford couldn’t even be in the same room without Stan doing something to inadvertently set his brother off. While they had decided to try and make things work between them, all it took was a reminder of the past for things to get tense.

Fidds lasted about a week before he took matters into his own hands. After a particularly nasty argument that had almost ended in a fistfight, Fidds had made Stan some tea, sat him down, and, managing to be very intimidating for someone so scrawny, made him explain everything. He could still picture Fidds’ initial reaction. The shock, then the sorrow so raw that it was as if he could feel Stan’s own pain, then the chilling glare that took over his features when Fidds told him to stay right there, now, I’ll just be a moment.

Less than a minute later, he heard Fiddleford screaming at his brother as if he was about to rip his head off. There’d been so much heat in it, Stan found himself rushing up the stairs to make sure Fiddleford wasn’t going to start exchanging blows with Ford. It had been the first time Stan had heard Fiddleford yell and give Ford talking to that would’ve made their ma proud.

The two twins had been forced to talk out their issues, with Fidds glaring down at them any time they tried to step out of line or fight. They continued like that for hours, until somehow, Stan and Ford had actually ended up hugging things out, a tired yet proud Fidds grinning at them.

He’d be lying to himself if he didn’t admit that he’d begun to see Fidds as something more than just some bookwormy dork with a banjo after that.

It warmed him to see that Fidds still got pissed at the mention of it. Stan snorted in amusement. “Easy, Fiddlesticks. That’s all in the past now.”

Fidd huffed. He wore a cute pout as he folded his arms over his chest. “Then why on earth are ya bringin’ it up now?” The realization hit him before Stan could reply, his eyes widening. “Oh, darlin’. You saw that memory?”

“Not exactly.”

Fidds waited, arching an eyebrow.

“He hurt ya real bad. My pa, I mean. And…Ford was there, an’ he was just…letting it happen. I-I couldn’t protect ya. I couldn’t do anything…”

Stan’s lip wobbled. Fucking hell, he wasn’t gonna cry again, especially not twice in one day! He was a man, damnit. He—

“Now, ya listen to me, Stanley Pines,” said Fidds, his voice a soothing balm over his pain. “An’ ya listen well. Yer brother is not gonna kick you out again, an’ he would never let any of us get hurt. An’ even on the wild chance that somethin’ possess Stanferd to even try to do so, well…He’ll haveta deal with me.”

“It ain’t just that, Fidds. I…back with the gnomes, and with this stuff today, I…I wasn’t able to be there in time. The only thing I’m good for is punchin’ an��� liftin’ things. If I can’t protect ya and Ford, then…”

“You hush. Yer so much more than that to me, hon, an’ I reckon Stanferd would agree with me.” He placed his forehead over Stan’s. Fidds had to move his head at an awkward angle so his antlers didn’t get stuck on Stan’s horns, but they managed it, in the end. “So I don’t want to be listenin’ to that nonsense, ya hear?”

Stan let himself relax, uncoil all the tension that held his body taut. “Yeah. Okay.” Then, in a whisper:

“I love ya, Fiddlesticks.”

“I love ya too, darlin’. How about the two of us get some rest?”

Stan yawned. “Sounds good to me.”

His lips curled into a content smile as he drifted off, knowing Fidds was snug and safe in his arms.

*

On the third morning of the transformation incident, the trio found themselves in the kitchen, Fiddleford at the table coaxing himself awake with a cup of coffee, and Stan just leaning back on his chair as he watched his twin pace. The sun had bun to rise, soft rays exposing the small specs of dust floating in the air, which would disperse whenever Stanford walked through.

A week had passed, and thankfully, all of their wounds were healed. Not only had Stan’s cracks mended, but gold lines trailed his back where the cracks had been. Fiddleford had a hell of a time talking Stan down from trying to chip it off himself to see if it was real, and even more of an issue when Stanford heard the argument and tried to get some off Stan to run some tests. The three of them had run so many tests on themselves that Fiddleford found himself getting burned out. Finding a cure was apparently more complicated than they’d thought.

So, he couldn’t help but place his head on the table and groan when Stanford broke the bad news.

“It seems like we may be stuck like this for a while.”

Fiddleford lifted his head to frown down at their notes, sighing into his coffee cup. “Well, at least we ain’t suffering any severe side effects.”

“Y’mean aside from Ford and his new riddle obsession?”

“As long as he ain’t eatin’ nobody, I reckon it ain’t the worst thing.”

Stanley shrugged. “Eh, true. And hey, I gotta admit, this is kinda cool, bein’ like this.”

“Speak fer yerself,” said Fiddleford, whose antlers had been getting caught in the top of doorframes all week. “It’s to darn hot fer me to have this much fur.”

“While I do share your sentiment, Fiddleford,” said Stanford. “This does give us a wonderful opportunity to continue to study our new conditions. Perhaps we’ll find a cure then.”

Stanley had that goofball grin on his face. He pulled in Fiddleford with one arm and Ford with the other. “Hey, if anybody can figure this out, it’s you two nerds.”

Stanford smiled at his twin, adjusting his glasses. “You just want us to do all the work.”

“That too.”

Fiddleford rolled his eyes. “Yer still comin’ with us to that cave, so don’t ya start thinkin’ we’ll just let ya lay around the shack.”

“Yeah, yeah. What’s so special about this cave, anyhow?”

Stanford playfully shoved Stanley away. “It had some very interesting inscriptions on the wall, and a few spells I have yet to add to the journals. Some of them even appeared to be prehistoric! I managed to catch a glance at some of them while I was chasing Mothman.”

“He still hasn’t paid ya back?” said Fiddleford, raising his I-told-ya-so eyebrow.

Stanford cleared his throat rather quickly. “That’s not important. There was a curious mural in particular that drew my attention, of a strange creature we haven’t encountered yet, that may be native to Gravity Falls. If anything, it’ll at least provide insight on the town’s history.”

“Sounds creepy. I’m in,” said Stan. He gave Fiddeford a gentle nudge. “Ya feelin’ up to it, Fiddles?”

Stanford paused, catching on to Stan’s soft tone. He gave Fiddleford a reassuring smile. “If you’re not feeling it, buddy, I’ll understand.”

Fiddleford took a moment to appreciate the moment. He realized, not for the first time, how fortunate he was to be here, doing what he did with two of his favorite people in the world. How he could ever convince himself, even for a moment, that he didn’t belong here amongst the strange and the unknown with the Pines, was beyond him.

“And leave the two of ya alone wanderin’ some caves unsupervised? I think not.”

This was his home, his life.

He wouldn’t change it for the world.

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[the--blackdahlia]

You’re All That I Need Chapter 10 (Tommy x Nikki)

Title: You’re All That I Need Chapter 10

Summary: It’s the early 80’s and Nikki Sixx is in need of a band. There’s one condition: no other alphas. That should be fine, since he found three betas to fill up the lineup to become Motley Crue. Or, at least he thinks they’re all betas. A collab between myself and @callme-kaz2y5-baby​​!

Series Warnings: M/M smut (18+ only please), alpha/beta/omega dynamics, mpreg, language, slight drug use, protective Nikki, extremely funky timeline (might add more as we go)

“I’m fine,” Tommy told Mick, Vince, and Nikki months later. “Why are you guys all staring at me like that?!”

“Because you were just puking your guts out a few minutes ago?” Vince said with a shrug. “And you have probably a demon child in you.” Tommy glared at Vince. Mick knew he was two seconds away from strangling the frontman if something wasn’t done and fast.

"Tommy relax, it's our job to be worried about you." Mick placated. 

"I’m fine,” Tommy rubbed his head. “Why is this pregnancy thing such a bitch?” He felt an arm wrap around his waist and he closed his eyes, leaning into Nikki.

"Because your growing a person...and your amazing," Nikki hugged him. “How are you feeling, honestly?”

“I’m tired,” Tommy sighed, not able to lie to his alpha like he did the betas. “And I don’t feel good.”

“But I’m fine,” Vince mocked, making Nikki turned to look at him, eyes turning red as his alpha wanted to protect his omega. "Hey, hey, I didn't mean anything. We're worried too. Mick and I want Tommy to be healthy and the baby too," Vince placated. 

"Gah, I know, I'm almost as moody as Tommy is. Sorry babe." Nikki explained. 

"You're just protective, which is good," Mick told him. Tommy closed his eyes and rested his head on Nikki’s shoulder. He just felt so tired all the time anymore. Nikki sensed a change in Tommy then.

"Tommy, hey, are you sure your ok?” Nikki asked, voice filled with concern. "I don't know how to explain it but we need to get you to the doctor, now." 

Tommy was going to argue but the room started spinning, and he started to fall. Nikki held him up and together, him and Mick helped get Tommy to the car. Vince drove them to the ER, where Tommy was promptly whisked away for tests, leaving an anxious and worried Nikki to pace the waiting room. 

"What if something is wrong? I can't lose him," Nikki said pacing faster. 

"You got him here quick, so he’s going to be fine,” Mick told him. “You need to calm down. You need to be his rock," Mick stood and placed his hands on Nikki’s shoulders, stopping him from pacing. "Get a hold of yourself."

"Right, right," Nikki agreed, sitting next to Vince, who took Nikki's hand to hold immediately. Nikki looked at their hands, a little confused but yet comforted. 

"I....I told you I’m...we’re worried about him too ok, you guys are the best family I've ever had.... I just want everything to be ok," Vince admitted sheepishly. 

Mick sat down and threw his arm around the alpha, "we're your pack dude, you're not doing this alone."

Nikki took strength from the betas to pull himself together, "thank you guys, come whatever we will handle it." 

"Mr. Lee's family?" A nurse called. 

The three men shot up, "that's us" Nikki said. 

"Come this way. We have him in a room right down here." the nurse pointed down the hallway. After showing them to Tommy's room she added, "the doctor will be in momentarily." 

The three nodded and headed in, Tommy was laying on the bed hooked to several monitors. 

"Hey how are you feeling, babe?" Nikki asked reaching out to hold Tommy's hand. 

“Like shit,” He looked up at Nikki and gave him a bit of a smile. “I heard them say something about high blood pressure or something. Guess being hyperactive and pregnant isn’t a good combo.” He held Nikki’s hand, wanting the alpha to make everything better.

Nikki's presence seemed to soothe the omega, which helped when the doctor came in. 

"Mr. Lee, and family, thank you for your patience. It seems like Tommy is suffering from preeclampsia, in other words extremely high blood pressure, if it's not managed it can lead to complications with delivery," the doctor explained. 

"What can we do?" Nikki asked. 

"Well, I'll be prescribing a medication that is safe for him to take, but bed rest would be best for the remainder of the pregnancy," the doctor advised. Tommy was about to argue when Nikki spoke over him.

"You need to listen to the doctor," Nikki told him. Tommy sighed and nodded, taking the instructions the doctor had for him. Tommy pouted as the doctor left. Nikki cupped his face and had him look at him.

“I can’t be on bedrest,” Tommy told him. “We’ve got so much to do…”

"It can wait," Mick said. 

“But I…” He caught Nikki’s eyes and stopped talking. Vince rubbed his shoulder.

“It’s okay man. I could use a vacation. Maybe find me some sweet babes in Tijuana or something,” He winked at Tommy.

“Well, while Vince is catching every STD in Mexico, do I get to walk out of here or do I have to go in a wheelchair?” Tommy asked.

"You'll be wheeled out per protocol," the nurse that came to discharge Tommy, told them. Tommy rolled his eyes. 

She had a wheelchair waiting in the hallway, and brought it in for easy access. Tommy slowly got in it, ready to get home but hating everything that was going with it. Nikki knelt down in front of the chair while Mick and Vince stepped out of the room.

"It's gonna be fine, we could all use a break anyhow and we can keep writing music, just no recording or performing. I love you," Nikki soothed. 

“I know, I know,” He smiled at Nikki. “I love you too.” He relaxed a little, hearing Nikki’s words.

"Are you two love birds coming?" Vince called. 

“You’ll need to see your doctor in about two days,” The nurse told them as they got ready to leave. “Here’s the prescription from the doctor for your vitamins.”

“Thank you,” Tommy took everything he was handed. He knew once he was safe in bed, Nikki would go get the prescription and anything else he needed, instead of letting him do it. Tommy didn’t want to be an invalid, but honestly he didn’t really feel good today. “Do you want me to go with you to the store?” Tommy asked as Nikki wheeled him to the car.

"I was actually going to see if you'd stay in the car and make sure we don't lose Vince to some passing hot chick," Nikki suggested. 

“Hey! I’m not that easily distracted!” Vince called out. “And why do I have to go with you to the stupid store? I’m sure you have a list of things you want to get anyway.” Tommy groaned and rubbed at his head as a headache came on.

Nikki shot Vince a nasty look, "were you going to ride back with Mick?" 

“I just might,” Vince crossed his arms over his chest.

“Can you both just stop!” Tommy called out. “Jesus fucking Christ, you’re making my head hurt!”

“I’m not a doctor, but I think stress like this is bad for the parent to be and child.” Mick pointed out. Nikki’s attention immediately turned to Tommy, and Vince instantly stopped talking. 

"Thanks Mick, the fighting isn't good for any of us least of all Tommy. I'm taking Tommy home, once you and Vince figure out what your doing will one of you come sit with Tommy and the other can come to the store with me?" Nikki asked, looking exhausted. 

“I don’t need a babysitter,” Tommy told him. Nikki opened the door to let him into the car before heading around to the other side. “I’m sorry Nikki…”

"I'm not saying you do, but I want you to be safe, I would feel better if you weren't alone, and why are you sorry none of this is your fault?" Nikki checked in. 

“Because I’m a bad mate…” Tommy looked down at his hands. “You deserve a better one than me.”

"You are not, you are an amazing mate, I don't deserve you, with all the awful things I've done.... you're the one who deserves a better alpha..." Nikki trailed off, thinking maybe Motley Crue needed to be dissolved, that Tommy would be safer if he didn't have the band stress. 

“I’m just ready for this little one to be born already,” Tommy smiled. “They’re going to have so much fun riding my drum kit with me. I’ll get a little baby harness made and it’ll be awesome.” He looked over at Nikki. “I can go to the store with you. I don’t mind.”

"I know you don't mind but the doctor said bed rest babe and that's not bed rest. And we will talk about the baby in the drum kit...." Nikki answered, reaching out to hold Tommy's hand. 

Tommy held Nikki’s hand and felt his eyes get heavy. He wanted to cuddle into Nikki’s side, but the console in the car stopped him. Instead, he fell asleep with his head resting against the window, which was really fun when Nikki hit an unavoidable pothole.

“Fuck!” Tommy called out.

"Sorry, oh god sorry, are you ok?" Nikki apologized, looking at Tommy rubbing his head. 

“Yeah, yeah. Windows just are not comfy. Fucking potholes,” Tommy was grumpy. He always was when he was woken up from a nap and didn’t wake himself up. “Are we almost home?”

"Yup, 5 more minutes and we will be there, and you can nap in bed," Nikki supplied, "Do you have any requests from the store?" 

“Chocolate,” Tommy smiled. “And since I can’t have coffee, can I have hot chocolate packets?”

"Of course." Nikki answered. "Here we are and it looks like Mick and Vince are right behind us."

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[71tenseventeen]

Take My Hand (Take My Whole Life Too)-8

Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4, Pt 5, Pt 6, Pt 7

Warnings for sexual content, male pregnancy, non-hockey Sid. Sid and Taylor’s ages have been altered to fit the story.

Perpetual credit to my betas, @queen-alia and @icosahedonist as well as the GC and @ljummen.

They meet at a quiet pizza place at Sid’s suggestion.

As soon as Sid sees Geno on the sidewalk he realizes it was a mistake. He already has people stopping him and Sid can see the stress lines around his eyes as he glances up and back to the people around him.

Sid has no idea what the protocol is but he suspects it’s better if he stays out of all of that so he tips his head toward the door of the restaurant and ducks in, grabbing them a table in the corner of the dark, quiet dining room.

It takes another ten minutes before Geno finally ducks into the restaurant looking very harried but at least he’s alone. He immediately spots and heads for Sid, carefully avoiding eye contact with the handful of other patrons. He gets stopped anyhow and politely signs autographs and poses for pictures with a family of four before he finally makes it to the table looking more than a little stressed.

“Sorry, Sid. I was hoping since it Tuesday afternoon would maybe not be such a big problem.”

“No, I’m sorry. I should have known. Next time we’ll figure something else out, okay?”

Geno nods, looking very grateful.

“So…” they both start after an awkward moment and it breaks the tension. Sid gives a quiet laugh and Geno’s face softens.

Sid thinks maybe, finally, they can relax.

Of course that’s when a waiter arrives at their table and starts his welcome spiel before stopping completely and exclaiming, “Whoa! Geno! Hey man!”

“Hello,” Geno says cordially, but Sid can see the lines forming around his eyes again.

The waiter, “Braden,” he informs them as he shakes Geno’s hand and ignores Sid completely, is grinning ear to ear and turns long enough to call in the general direction of the kitchens. “Yo, Frank! You gotta get out here! We got Geno Malkin in the house!”

Sid sees Geno slump in defeat and sits quietly as he politely signs autographs and poses for pictures with what must be every staff member there… and a couple of construction workers who hadn’t bugged him when he came in. As far as get-togethers go, this is a disaster.

Geno finally asks Braden to please give them a minute with the menu and turns to Sid with a pinched expression, talking low and fast. “Sid, okay if we get food to go? I take us somewhere private to eat and talk. Don’t think this going to work.” He says it like he’s asking permission and Sid feels terrible.

“Yeah, of course.”

That’s all it takes for Geno to motion Braden back over.

It takes another twenty five minutes before they’re actually leaving the restaurant with bags of food and a pizza, Geno having left a generous tip.

He pulls his hat down over his eyes and seems to be trying to hunch in on himself even though there was no way someone that big is going to be able to hide. Sid follows quietly and they make it to Geno’s car with only a couple of people stopping him. As soon as Geno slides into the driver’s seat, he drops his head back and lets out a deep breath.

“Really sorry, Sid.”

“It’s not your fault. I’m sorry for suggesting this place.”

“Not be sorry. Let’s just go eat. Hungry.”

“Yeah, me too.”

Geno turns to him with furrowed brows. “You ok? Need to eat and drink now?”

“No, I can wait. I feel okay.”

Geno’s face relaxes a little then and he nods. “Okay.”

He takes them to the arena. It’s the last place Sid expected to find himself but it makes sense. When they go in, no one does anything more than give him a wave. Certainly no one seems concerned that he’s toting a bunch of takeout bags and has a stranger trailing along beside him.

And that’s how Sid finds himself eating pasta and pizza in the Penguins’ team kitchen.

It’s Sid’s turn to be jumpy, glancing nervously at the door every few seconds until Geno explains, “No practice here today. Not expect anyone around or I take us to private conference room.”

Sid breathes out in relief. “Okay.”

“So—” they both start again and Geno laughs.

Maybe this won’t be as bad as Sid feared.

Geno is enthusiastic about any mention of the baby and wants to know all about Sid’s appointments with the ‘baby doctor.’  He listens to every tiny detail—from the baby’s heart rate to Sid’s blood pressure—with rapt attention and asks what seems like a hundred questions.

Sid doesn’t mind. It’s nice to have a conversation about the pregnancy that isn’t revolving around what a crisis it is.

He likes how easy it is to talk once they’re relaxed, that Geno actually takes interest in his life. He isn’t just asking questions to have something to talk about—he genuinely listens to Sid’s answers and asks more questions, seeming to want to know everything he can.

He asks about Sid’s studies at the university and Sid spends several minutes talking about the courses he plans to take and his plan to teach someday. In turn, Sid asks him about hockey and they spend a good half an hour talking about the upcoming season. Geno seems pleasantly surprised at Sid’s interest and knowledge.

From there the conversation turns back to the pregnancy and Geno asks if Sid has talked to his family in the last couple of days. “For a few minutes last night. I told them I told you about the baby.”

Geno fiddles with the edge of his cup. “They know is me?”

“No. I didn’t tell them that much.”

“What they say when you tell them I know?”

Sid shrugs. “Not much. My parents are still hoping I’ll change my mind, I guess. But my sister is happy.”

“Glad you have her, at least. Hope your parents come around.”

“What, um, what about your parents? Did you, um, tell them about…?” Sid glances down at his midsection.

“I not tell them yet, no.”

“Oh. Right.” Sid’s not sure what he expected and he works hard to push back the pang that’s threatening to bubble up inside him

“Going to tell them, Sid.”

“You don’t have to.”

Geno frowns. “Not keep something like this secret from them. Is just hard, try to figure out how to say. Worry how they respond.”

“You think they’ll, ah, be upset?”

Geno sighs and runs a hand through his hair as he leans forward to rest his elbows on the table. “Maybe. Probably.” He takes a deep breath. “Mama, Papa very close to me but they not really know about my private life. Just not sure how they react when they find out, you know.”

“Find out about the baby or…?” Sid feels like it probably doesn’t need to be said.

Geno nods. “In Russia, be with guy very bad. Not safe.”

“Yeah,” Sid swallows hard. For the first time he’s thinking about consequences beyond the scope of Pittsburgh and the NHL and he’s suddenly grateful he’s from Canada.  

“Not something I need to tell them before but now…”

“Right. Now I’m pregnant and fucked that up for you.”

Geno looks up and grabs Sid’s wrist. “You not fuck anything up, Sid. Take two people make this happen. Was my choice, too and I’m not regret.”

“Well, I’ll understand if you decide not to tell anyone. I mean, I’d get it.”

“Not going to be that way. Just have to figure out best way. Maybe not be easy but I do because it’s important. Besides, better to tell now than someone here find out and they hear in press.”

Sid looks up, struck again by all the things weighing on Geno with this pregnancy.

“I guess we should probably be more careful around town, too. I mean, if it got out it would be bad.”

Geno sighs and runs a hand through his hair again. “Would be very bad. Here, maybe not as much but Russia… I probably can’t go back.”

“Oh god.  You can’t—” Sid shakes his head. Somewhere in his mind he knew it but hearing it like this brings it into stark contrast. “I can’t be the person responsible for that. I won’t tell anyone, Geno. I promise.”

“Not the kind of thing to keep secret forever. Eventually, baby born and grow. Seem impossible to keep thing like this secret.”

“We’ll do it, we’ll find a way.”

Geno shakes his head. “You really want that? Not so sure I do.”

Sid’s heart sinks. “What do you mean?”

“Even if we could keep total secret, what kind of life that be for our baby? What kind of life that be for us? Maybe not ideal and maybe some hard consequences but still a baby, still going to be child for us to raise. Our baby, Sid.”  To Sid’s surprise, Geno smiles and it fills him warmth.

“Only know for two days and already think about baby growing up. Want to teach him to skate and play hockey, want to take him to family skate and bring him to games.”

Sid realizes he’s smiling too. “Him?”

Geno’s grin brightens. “Have a feeling.”

“What if it’s a girl?”

“Not matter. Do all same thing. All that matter is she our baby, our family.” Geno’s smile stretches across his face. “We gonna get to love our little baby and watch him grow up. Maybe hard, little bit scary now but gonna be worth it, you know?”

And Sid suddenly has to blink back tears because in all the time he’s known about the pregnancy, he’d never felt like he could talk about his future with his baby, that he could look forward to it. It had hurt that everyone saw this as a burden, nothing but a crisis to manage. But now Geno is saying things out loud that Sid has barely felt allowed to even think privately.

“Yeah.” Sid has to swallow. “I do,” he breathes and he means it.  

“Wouldn’t trade for anything now that I know, Sid. Don’t care what happen.”

“But what about the team? The NHL, Russia?”

Geno meets his gaze. “We figure it out. Not want you worry about it, okay? Just focus on take care of you and take care of baby. Most important.”

Sid sighs. “I’ll try. I, um, I have a doctor’s appointment in a couple of days.”

Geno’s face lights up and Sid’s glad he told him. “When? Maybe I find way to go?”

“Friday at three.”

Geno frowns. “Have meeting.”

“Oh. Well, I…”

“I’m sorry.”

Sid takes a deep breath and forces himself to look at Geno. “You don’t have to apologize. I know you have responsibilities. Honestly, the fact that you care at all means a lot. So, don’t worry, okay?”

Geno nods, looking a little miserable. “You call me, tell how it goes?”

“For sure.”

“Maybe we get together after?”

Sid smiles because this is just all so much more and so much better than he ever expected. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

Geno drives Sid back to where he’d parked earlier. It’s still crowded and Sid knows they can’t linger with Geno idling in a no parking zone so he pulls the envelope out of his pocket and pushes it into Geno’s hands before he gets out of the car.

“What this?”

“It’s not all of it, not even close but it’s part of what I owe you.”

Geno frowns. “Sid…”

“Not negotiable. See you Friday.” He closes the door before Geno can reply

Part 9

#Take My Hand #my fic #mpreg #rpf #sidgeno #part 8

[unproduciblesmackdown]

hablerie replied to your post

“eclipse, meteor, satellite thanks comrade.....happy natl coming out...”

that last one, Felt It... or like when u should have been more vocally Hurt instead of being like :) no ur good.... handshake emoji

love my achievement of being less convenient and feelin fine with being ruder to people. i really do not need the respect of any rando i’m encountering who has no place in my life, for starters. i have the lack of patience and the temper but i Also have the curse of “so for eons you Had to Not Say things you were perfectly justified in saying to terrible people” evolution and also if i’m stressed i’m already less likely to talk anyways so sometimes you Miss The Moment. and the whole “woop accommodate everyone” reflex but i Do have the “inherent belief i Should speak my mcfreaking mcmind” and that’s something gained. love to be meaner than i used to be! im giving myself the trophy

just off the top of my head: some people who really had it coming:

various times in elementary/middle school i sure could’ve been smarter at teachers and occasionally other students

the chemistry prof at the place i went to college

the second manager/owner at my first job

the second general manager at my third job

the assistant who told me i needed to clean rooms faster at the free dental clinic. like, i’m not gonna halfass wiping down these rooms, laura. sorry if my sterilization adds a whole ten minutes onto this endeavor for you

the manager we didn’t even work for at my second job where you went store to store as vendors, who wasn’t even being rude to me b/c i was shadowing this other guy who actually knew what i was doing b/c for some reason this job was like “yeah you can start on our second busied weekend of the year, when we’ll have no time to actually train you” and anyways this one guy was going on a Huge power trip at the very nice guy i was working with that day, and he wasn’t the type to get angry about that, but i was and i quit that job soon enough anyways and should’ve gone off at him b/c i was this fucking close anyways and he deserved it

managers going on power trips not even at me but who i was about to lose it at anyhow

customers

more customers

other customers

one time i was making a delivery and trying to figure out where the crap it was b/c the address was to a cordoned-off mid-renovations building and i was trying to look it up on my phone and some 70-something lady comes up to help and then gets an entire attitude acting like it’s obvious that i was making this delivery to a fucking ship. a goddamn boat with sails docked half a block over. like, oh i’m sorry, you wanna look at this paper and tell me where they mentioned it being an entire nautical ship??? why are you being all goote samaritan if you’re gonna get shitty about it. keep walking your bichon frise or whatever. the rich people in that entire area, i swear to god

coworkers pushing the “i swear to god” limits: the person who i guess considered me amusing enough to talk to but would do things like, too pointedly call me stupid sometimes, which isn’t enough on its own for me to give a shit, but what took the cake for me was the time i had to walk away for the express purpose of Not losing my shit at her on a special day i stopped at a gas station before coming in for my shift, briefly experienced some sexual assault there, came in to work agitated and frustrated and complained about it and she chose to say “wow i can’t believe you let him do that” and a nice coworker later tried to apologize on her behalf but i wasn’t even having that lmfao like. no.

somehow even Beyond that though was the coworker guy who would just like, be a bitch to people on purpose, like the time i talked to a baker i never talked to before b/c she was bemusedly like “yeah he said [bitchly thing to say]” and i was like yeah he’s just like that at any random time?? he’ll just do that deliberately?? to anybody? anyways so after i’d worked there for like 10 or 11 months, he used our department’s computer for something and saw what is regarded-as-legally recorded as my name but obviously isn’t my name, and then walked past me and clearly Pretended to ~slip of the tongue~ call me by that wrong name. this would’ve been a great moment to just go all out cause a scene. act 2 scene 4, jackass

coworkers Just Transphobe Things moments........jesus

that’s just some of the highlights of my Saltine B/c Bitches list. in fact times where i’m like “hmm maybe i should’ve held back my temper there” are mostly times where actually my only mistake was that i wish i’d committed more to just mouthing off to everyone. like, i hate all of you, thanks so much, and prioritizing Don’t Cause Yourself Trouble has done very little for me and been a detrimental hassle. i Do have some lil victories here and there, but not nearly enough. and too often it hasn’t even been me getting to express frustration or anything, but rather “me having to keep my cool and calmly voice my thoughts while grown people like twice or twice point fifth my age (mostly men) have a tantrum 

oh yeah, and at my second job i was maybe the only (or one of two? three?) non-cis-man workers at the particular facility i was based at and we had to come in for this meeting and a women from corporate was there and so were some other men and one of them pulled something so horrendously sexist to her i should’ve just gone right the hell off then and there. so too should any of the other like forty people in the room! but. ma’am i’m sorry about your crap day. time travel back to just go “What The Fuck��� very loudly and clearly. fire me bitches, i only spent like five months at that place anyways

#hablerie #honestly love to be meaner; it is way better for me. hope to continue down the rude path of speaking my mind #already i've thought of like a half dozen other occasions i shouldve been way ruder #this isnt even accounting for my owed lifetime of flipping shit on my nightmare parents

[a-flower-crown-shark]

Bitches be like man claude is so hot I wish he was real 😍🤤😳🤪 not to flex but he is and I'm dating him

#fuck yall haHA #its u n c a n n y how similar they look #some days he shaves and does a lil side braid and its pre time skip claude #other he pushes his hair back and lets a lil stubble grow out and hes post time skip claude #he is i d e n t i c a l to him #also hes a little shit so #anyhow just felt like talking about him so maybe im in love fuck you

[junova]

Wishful Thinking [P.P] [S.R.]

Summary: AU!Peter just can't seem to let the past go and you with it. 

Pairing: AU!Peter Parker x Reader, AU!Steve Rogers x Reader im really a whore for au scenarios for reference peter is early 20s and reader as well (its just how imagined it tho)

Word Count: 3.5K+ 

A/N: Hey guys! It has been a hot ass minute since I have posted anything I have written and I’m little nervous if I’m being honest. Any feedback is welcome and appreciated! If you wanna give this post a little love, you would own my fucking heart. I really hope you enjoy reading this piece as much as I enjoyed writing it. It’s really close to my heart, as always pushing my emotional trauma into fictional characters! Yay! Anyhow, happy reading! 

“Don’t.” The moment those words left her mouth, he felt attacked. Who was she to tell him to not go for it? He hadn’t seen her in years and of all the places he could possibly run in to her, it was the place they met. The building which their love used to stand on and she had the audacity to say “don’t”. 

“Excuse me?” Hopefully, if he played dumb enough she wouldn’t know what he was planning. She wouldn’t be suspicious, but the way her eyebrow was arched told him differently. He definitely was not going to get away with this, easily. “Look at her. She’s happy.” 

“But do you know that for certainty? How do you know she’s getting what she deserves?” Wanda laughed. The audacity Peter had sometimes over you. Disgustingly, claiming you as if he owned you. “Because she’s no longer with you. The universe was doing her a favor.” He frowned. He wasn’t that bad of a boyfriend. Was he? 

“I loved her.” 

“Not nearly as much as you love yourself. Everyone in this room knows that. You showed everyone exactly who you were really are. After everything you put her through, do you really think it’s best to bring up the past? Just leave it alone.” 

Wanda words pierced through him roughly, but he had always been stubborn. Yes, he lied, but only because he was trying to protect you. He had a itching feeling if you knew the truth, you would have never been with him in the first place. In the moment, he had needed you terribly and even know with you a world away and wrapped in another man, he still needed you. For Peter, it went past a want. 

“But I-“ He countered back, before he was interrupted by the one person he had been trying to avoid. 

“Parker! You finally decided to show your face, huh?” Michelle hollered at her friend, but all he could focus on was who stood beside her. There she was. Less than five feet away from him, looking like a complete goddess. Obviously, she hadn’t changed one bit. Still appearing as beautiful as the last time he saw her, only this time they were all gathered for celebration. Instead of the unfortunate circumstances they had met under last time. 

Peter hated to admit, but she looked much happier. Her aura was practically glowing and he hated it. Selfishly, he hated that you looked happy because he was wrecked. Even if he had been the one to break your trust and heart in on crushing punch, it still pained him. Constantly, you were on his mind. Replaying the last conversation he had with over and over like a broken record. Maybe if he had chosen different words to break it down, you would have been able to forgive him. Maybe if he had actually told you, instead of you finding out on your own, your relationship towards him wold have been salvageable. 

Looking at you now, Peter began to feel even more of a goddamn idiot. Even now more than ever, he felt the insecurities of you being out of his league. He always knew it was a little too good to be true. That you, goddess in the flesh, chose Peter Parker to be your boyfriend. Out of every guy that came your way, you chose to be with someone like him. He swore you were the most beautiful person he had ever met in his life. The moment he looked into your eyes, he knew he was fucked. The purity of which they held made Peter forget about every little horrible event which happened in his miserable life. Wanting nothing more than to focus on you and he did for a while. He had the privilege to be the man on your arm. 

Well, until now when Peter realized there was another heavy arm wrapped around her waist. One which certainly didn’t belong to him. Had she already moved on? So, quickly might he add. There were parts of him that didn’t blame you. He didn’t blame you for moving on so quickly to another, even if it was the man he had always been insecure of. God, how he wanted to say something to you when he found out. He wanted to be offensive about and blame you for everything. Even went as far getting hammered one night, mumbling to Wanda how you had broken his heart by finally getting with Steve. You had been the one to ruin the magical bond between the both of you. Nearly pressing your contact in his phone, before Wanda confiscated it from him. 

It was the first time it dawned on him that he wasn’t worthy of you. Not anymore. 

“Yeah, I did. Not feeling so sure about it now.” His eyes directed towards yours, which caused you to divert your own towards the floor. Peter giving you his full attention, even if everything inside of you was hoping he would look in any direction but your own. God, why couldn’t you just look at him like you used to. 

“Aww, lighten up Pete. It’s only going to get worse by the second.” The distaste in Michelle’s tone was rightfully placed. She was sticking up for you. Even when you had always been too polite to say anything negative towards Peter, she wasn’t that nice. It’s not like he didn’t deserve it. 

It did in fact get worse by the second. 

Obviously, you were uncomfortable being here. The body language you presented showed it all. Your body was turned towards the man holding onto you, your own body leaning against his. Peter noticed the grip you had on Steve like he was the anchor centering you. The one thing bringing you back down from your anxiety which liked to hold you above ground. 

This exact stance, is the one who you took with him many times. You shifted your body from side to side because you were anxious, scared even. You did it when you were uncomfortable and were contemplating one what to do next. Then, there was the head on his chest. Often, you had told Peter it was comforting. Instead of focusing on your heartbeat which only seemed to increase rapidly during a heightened situation, you liked to listen to something steady. Something that could bring you out of the distress you felt yourself taking a part of.  But the hand holding, that was new. 

Whenever you were having a panic attack, you always claimed you couldn’t be touched. But here you were having one, and Steve was touching you. Maybe you had lied to Peter, too. Maybe you liked to have your hand held when panic speed throughout your mind. Maybe it was just Peter’s hand you didn’t want to hold. 

“Michelle.” Wanda warned, but frankly she didn’t care. If anyone should feel like the bad guy, it wasn’t her but Peter. 

Peter fucking Parker. 

“Are you kidding me? We’re all just gonna act like nothing happened? Like we all haven’t seen each other in months because of this imbecile.” Peter flinched, leave it to Michelle to expose the elephant in the room and shoot it dead on the living room floor. 

“MJ, just leave it. Okay?” You finally spoke up. It was obvious you were uncomfortable. Hell, everyone had to be. You didn’t want to bring conflict within the group, even though Michelle had no problem with it. 

“He doesn’t deserve to be let off the hook just because we’re all friends.” Michelle was hell bent on defending you, but you just thought the past was best left behind. You certainly didn’t want to rehash the heartache you’ve been trying to move on from. 

“Clearly, I’m not, Michelle. Okay? Tonight isn’t even about me. Can we just focus on Natasha and Bucky? Please.” She finally caved, giving him one last glare before storming away. 

“Hey, I’m gonna go talk to Bucky. I’ll be right back. Promise.” Steve whispered in your ear, before kissing your temple. “Will you be okay?” He gave your hand which was intertwined with his own a small squeeze, as if to let you know he was speaking. You gave him a small nod, before giving him a light peck, letting him know you were going to fine.  Strutted off in the opposite direction, Wanda took that as her opportunity to stay. She sure as hell wasn’t going to let Peter do something unbelievably stupid with your boyfriend mingling in the same room. 

Peter was about to speak before you beat him to the punch. 

“Well, huh. That was….interesting.” Wanda breaking the unbearable silence between you and Peter. Huh, she expected him to say something. Guess he wasn’t as confident as he appeared. 

“Michelle’s sure on one tonight.” 

“More like on her second bottle of red wine for the night. Definitely, will not remember anything she says or does tonight.” Trying to forget Peter was sitting right there you continued to talk to Wanda. It had been months since you’d seen her and you really missed her. 

She was just asking you about Steve, when her husband called her, politely dismissing herself for just a moment. Cursing Vis for calling her, how was she supposed to cockblock the biggest asshole there was from across the room? 

Minutes passed until Peter found the courage to speak anything in her presence. “You look nice.” God, he really wanted to beat himself up. How could those be the first words he spoke to you after everything had happened? 

“Peter, really?” You questioned. Even now, he liked to play the dumbass. The oblivious boy who had done nothing wrong and that only made you want to cry in anger. But you had indulged yourself in those feeling for far too long. If he wanted to play, you were out for the win. Even if your entire body was shaking in fear, you wouldn’t let him know that. 

“What? You do look nice.” Endearingly enough, his chocolate brown swirls peered out with an innocence he no longer held. How could it after he had hurt the one who he promised to love? “I don’t know. I just figured you might wanna apologize first, before handing me a compliment like we’re friends.” Peter’s body shifted, adjusting the button on his dress shirt he was sporting. Now suddenly feeling suffocated by it. Pondering, if it had always been buttoned up to the collar or if he was just starting to feel it now. 

“We are friends. Before everything, we were friends.” You leaned closer, and suddenly he had forgotten how to breathe. “We were friends, Peter. Then we dated, then we broke up.” 

“And now, friends.” Peter weakly argued. Such a child, if only he would give up and learn his lesson. “Peter that’s not exactly how the timeline goes. You have to apologize. Maybe? Just a fucking thought.” He could hear the disappointment drip in your voice, scolding him like a child who touched a lit stove top. He should apologized. Scratch that. He should have already apologized, but Peter was stubborn. Something you knew a little too well. 

“For what? The feelings I felt were obviously justified, you’re with Steve.” There it was. The one thing you felt guilty for. Steve. Your precious Steve Rogers. The perfect partner which stayed hidden, right under your nose until he made himself known. It was quite recent, but it didn’t matter if you told Peter that. It wouldn’t matter that Steve waited until you were ready. It wouldn’t matter to him that Steve had waited until you stopped crying over Peter every night for three months straight. Not pouncing on you at your most vulnerable, but waiting for you until you stood on your own two feet. All of it didn’t matter to Peter. In his mind, the only thing he knew saw was you were with Steve and not him. Furiously enough, it made his blood boil. Even if he had dug his own grave, you just had to be with him. Out of anyone you could have picked, it was the man he felt inferior to. 

“Leave Steve out of this. He is none of your business. My relationship with him is none of your concern. The moment you lied to me about her, we were dead, Peter. You used me from the very get go. You didn’t want me, Peter. You never did. I was just a rebound for you.” Then it started, always with the hands. Fingers hidden under the bar, began to shake. You were scared of this conversation. Confrontation wasn’t something that came easy to you and Peter being the most stubborn man in the world, didn’t make it any easier for you. 

“Of course, I did. I only wanted you.” And the lying started. Again. 

“You wanted me for your own selfish reasons! I wanted a life with you, a future with you. I was a complete idiot and put my trust in you. Where did it get me Peter? It left me with everything blowing right up in my fucking face.” Peter’s face paled. Never had he seen you this angry, entirely filled with rage and it was all because of him. Every negative feeling you had ever felt for him was evidently suppressed, and now your emotions were resurfacing. You didn’t even care if you were making a scene. You needed to say what had been itching at you for months. 

“I-I-I d-do-n’t. What?” Quickly, Peter became a blubbering mess. He was sitting there not knowing what to say, when all you wanted was an apology. In fact, the only thing you wanted from him. You just wanted him to realize how selfish he had been, but he simply couldn’t meet the expectations set for him. 

“You still don’t get it. Do you?” His eye twitching and his hands shaking, entangled with his own revelation. Peter thought he was good boyfriend. He showed up when it mattered. Yeah, the ending of the relationship had been a little rough around the edges, but he though he was just protecting you. He would have never been good enough for you, so he settled for someone who was. At the time, he thought he was making the right desicison. 

He really was a complete dumbass. As he was here in front of you, he realized he had really fucked up. I mean, he knew he already had but actually hearing you say you wanted a future with him messed with his head. It mad had something to do with you never actually uttering those words to him in the entirety of relationship, but only when the t’s were crossed the i’s were dotted. It just seemed terribly cruel when you were so clearly out of reach for him to grip onto. 

“Pete, I loved you and I didn’t want anyone else other than you. Then, you made me your second choice. How do you think that felt? One day were solid, and then the next you were gone. You didn’t even give me a choice because you had already made one. You didn’t talk to me. You certainly didn’t trust me with your feelings and you no regard for my own. You ruined us, Pete.” Just like that the tears began to fall and you wanted to get the hell out of here. But you had to get through this conversation, not for Peter but for you. 

There went his heart, but it wasn’t for the tears cascading down your cheek, but for what you had called him. You called him Pete. He only let you call him that, always claiming he hated and much rather his full name. Ever since he was little, he was really never fond of nicknames. Of course, until he heard you say it. Then, he fell in love with the name Pete which was sung to the tune of your voice. Deeply, did he wish you were saying it different circumstances. He dreamed of it even, but this was reality. Not his fantasy where you would come back running into his open arms. 

This was it. If he ever wanted to be friends with you again, he had to make his peace with what he had done. Peter Parker was finally giving in. “I never felt good enough for you. After college, when Gwen and I had split up, I was miserable. I didn’t what I was doing with my life. Until I met you and this whole other side of me was unleashed. Every terrible feeling I had ever felt vanished whenever I was with you. You became this light in my life, quite literally guiding me through without even realizing it. Maybe I put you on a pedestal and that’s probably why I thought I can never give you what you needed, but I was scared. Okay? I was scared you would do the same thing Gwen did to me.” You laughed bitterly, the irony of becoming what he was so afraid of you. 

“You could have just talked to me. I always there for you, always. I never left until you made me. You could have just communicated what you were feeling and I would have listened.” 

“I wasn’t ready. How was I supposed to tell you? I was paralyzed with fear as you can tell.” You sighed, as he was staring at you with those honey eyes. The nagging, forgiving side of you just wanted to bring him back in. To comfort him until all of his pain vanished, but the stronger part how he left you for Gwen consumed you. 

“Pete, I know now, but can you honestly tell me that were completely over Gwen. If you went back to her, don’t you think there were still some unresolved feelings. Love or not, you still had feelings for her. It’s okay, I just, I’m really tired of everything going on between us. How it’s effecting our friends. Michelle can barely stand to be around you and that’s partly my fault. I probably told her too much and now she thinks differently of you. The mess should have stayed between us. I just want to clean it up, Peter. I want this all to be over with. I need us to be done. Clean slate. For you. For me. For Steve. For our friends. A new beginning where our baggage stays in the past.” 

Even when you were angry, you were still kind. You truly had the purest of intentions, even after he drug your heart through the mud, you held yourself with grace and mercy. None of which he knew how you held such a tight grip on. 

Suddenly it the revelation dawned on Peter, you were forgiving him. 

“I-I don’t know what to say.” Peter sighed, any plans he had to win you back had fled and the only thing he felt now was guilt. Even though he was one hundred percent in the wrong, you were the one to wave the red flag in surrender. Always being the bigger person when he was incapable of it. Really, when he didn’t have the will for it, but you did. For the both of you, no matter how much it hurt. 

Even if you weren’t getting the answers you had originally came for.  

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“How’d it go?” Steve’s arms found your waist, pulling you close to his chest. “Good, for the most part. I think we’ll finally be on speaking terms now. More accurately, I will finally speak with him.” Giving you a small peck to your shoulder, before turning you around so you were facing him. “Can I ask you something?” 

“Hmm.” You looked in his deep, ocean eyes. The love he poured into you, truly unmatched to anything you had ever felt. “Do you still love him?” 

“Like in love? Or just love? Two very different things, peach.” 

“Just, um, like in love?” His voice going up an octave higher, slightly afraid of the answer you would give him. If Steve could count on one thing, it was your honesty. Time and time again, you had showed him it was what you valued most. Considering your past, he understood why. 

“I was in love with my boyfriend, Peter Parker. The man who I thought loved me through and through. I pictured a life with him, and future with him. God, he met my parents even and they loved him to absolute death. My dad told me after we broke up, he even asked for his blessing. That he wasn’t ready, but some day he would be. Of course, the golden boy image Peter sold to them was more than believable so he gave it to him. Shit, like, how could he you know? Obviously, he was clearly still so in love with Gwen since he left me for her. I just wish I would have known about her, but he never alluded to anything about her and I never had a reason to doubt him. He was perfect with me. Right until it wasn’t. 

“So, no. I don’t. My love for him died the very moment he chose her over me.” You began to cry again, and god did Steve hate seeing you cry. Silently, cursing himself for even bringing it up in the first place, but the insecurity of Peter being your first love crept in. What if you had changed your mind one day? What if you decided one morning all was forgiven and left him? It wasn’t the most unreasonable thought. People can change. What if you would? But little did Steve know that you forgave Peter, but still were very much in love with the blue, eyed man in front of you. 

Immediately, Steve embraced you, holding you in his arms like they could protect you from any harm which came your way. Quite frankly, they very well could. In moments like these, everything else seemed to fade. He could make you forget about all the hurts of the past and center you on the future. 

“I wish I would have manned up and asked you before you met Peter.” Steve whimpered. He really had a want to protect you and it only made you love him more. You wanted to tell him so badly, but it just didn’t feel right. “I don’t. I wasn’t ready for you back then.” You joked half-heartedly. 

“I’m gonna pretend that you didn’t just gut me.” Once you started kissing him, he didn’t really have much to complain about. Sweet and soft, his lips slanted over yours perfectly. The familiar taste of strawberries invading your senses, slightly ecstatic he had finally started using the chapstick you had begged him to start using. You didn’t mind kissing his slight chapped lips, since it was Steve, but smooth was so much better in your opinion. 

“Doll, I’m sorry. I brought it up. I know it isn’t the easiest for you to talk about it. I really should be more mindful of it.” Even when he wasn’t trying, he was an absolute sweetheart. It only caused your heart to soar, more than ever. “No, don’t be. It’s important to me to talk about these things. To work through, them. You know? Evidently, I’ve never really been the greatest communicator, but I want to be. With you, I want to be better because this is the most important relationship in my life. Just you and I, peach.” 

You lowered your hands that were wrapped around his waist, before resting them on his perfectly shaped bum. You certainly didn’t miss the blush which spilled out over Steve’s cheeks, at your new position. “God, I hope no one ever finds out the reason you call me that.” Steve shamefully admitted. 

“Peach, have you seen your ass? It’s not like it’s a secret.” You giggled when he grabbed yours, and honestly you were surprised. He was never this forward, at least not in public. “Trust me when I saw no one is staring at mine, when you have an ass like that.” He gifted you with light peck before dragging you along to the group of your friends. 

But Peter? He watched the entire interaction. His eyes focused on you since you conversation had ended. It was clear you were over him, but he wasn’t over you. Surely, he could change your mind. He had done it once and he would stop at nothing to do it again. 

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LBC Episode 9 Review leggo~

Hmmm where should I start? It's currently 3+am in my country, I need to sleep 😴 but.. There's so much going on in Episode 9, I really want to talk about it so here goes.

I watched Episode 9 live then I quickly watch the Line TV version and to my surprise, the episode was already subbed?! 😱 Seriously, a huge thank you to JayBL for taking her time to sub for us hungry inter fans.

Now on to the first part - LOL Can again is being a whiny kid but how he kept rubbing his lips off cause of the kiss with Tin is seriously cute. And then you have Tin that snickered and said that Can finally shut up. Bro, you gonna need to keep doing that cause Can for sure ain't gonna shut up even if you guys are together. But that scene of Tin and Pete in their classroom.. I seriously want to slap Tin ugh. I salute Pete for defending Ae cause Tin needs to get through his head that not all people are bad, especially our Ae (and maybe Can). Now I really want to know what happened to Tin that got him like this. Oh, Pete being pissed at Tin was such a great scene to see. We rarely see Pete in such feeling, it's so satisfying to see so lol. But am I the only one that notice the slight change of Tin's face when he saw how pissed Pete is? Anyone? No? Nevermind. Anyway, Pond being nosy again and asked Pete whether they have sex or not and then you have Ping smacking his head. Man, I kept replaying that scene. Pond deserved that 😂 And then Chompoo came! I was wondering where did she go lol (I know some people, or is it majority? Don't like her but I heard she's a good person so I don't really mind her) And we have Pond being mischievous by saying that he wants to help Pete and make sure he gets Ae before Chompoo does lol. Then we have Pete meeting Ae but out of the sudden, Tin appeared?? I felt it was random. But it's a good thing cause Pond get to be mischievous again and try to make Ae jealous lol. You see that smirk Pond have? I LOVE IT.

Now move on to Part 2 - I'm not sure whether is it true that Pond is organising a porn party or he's just trying to force Ae to sleep at Pete's apartment so that they can do 'it'. If it's the latter, gotta salute Pond for being the captain of AePete haha. And we saw how he slipped in the condoms into Ae's bag and then start messaging. To those who've read the novel spoiler, he's actually messaging Pete to let him know that Ae is coming. I seriously love Pond here haha. And we finally get to see our cutie Good again! I seriously miss him. Our P'No being clueless of Can (again) lol but really, Can need to stop being 'annoying' if he tone down, I would have really like him. (Sorry not sorry) Ae finally came to Pete's apartment and being a sweet boyfriend, bought lots of food for both of them. Notice how their height difference aren't that big during that scene? 😂 Pond's plan worked cause you have Ae asking Pete if he really see Tin as his friend only. "He's a friend. I only have a feeling for you. Otherwise, I wouldn't.." Yeah, Pete. What do you mean 'you wouldn't'? 😏 But did you guys saw that Ae still have not taken off his sneakers? My asian ass is feeling irked about it lol and Pete isn't wearing any shoes (and talking about this, in Episode 8 when they checked out the apartment, they're walking with their shoes on and I'm like NO) Ooo Pete being a cutie after his shower and he updated his status in facebook after looking at Ae fondly sighhhh 😍. I was wondering why in facebook his name is Peach then I remember they have other names beside their nickname lol. Wait, it seems we have a slight uncut version in this part two? Cause I remember for sure there was no scene of Ae saying that he's hard live 😏 But what have you done, Ae? You stood up Pete again and then you see Pete being pouty. Sooo cute! 😚

FINALLY, THE LONG AWAITED SCENE IS HERE! Ae asking Pete if he's mad at him. Well, obviously duh. I really like how Pete was whiny about it and express that he too wants to have sex with Ae but Ae always stood him up lol. "I even cleaned it for you." "Because if it's you, I don't mind the pain." Fuck Pete, please stop being so cute (and being a 'salad' lol) ughh. NO WONDER THE CUT SCENE FOR PART THREE WAS SO WEIRD AND FUNNY. LIKE, I JUST NEED TO BLINK A FEW TIMES AND THE SCENE IS DONE SO IM LIKE??? BUT FCK, THE UNCUT SCENE WAS SO HOT. IT WAS SO UNEXPECTED FOR ME. I do wish they showed how Pete was undressed bUT THAT'S OKAY. THERE'S SO MUCH GOING ON. I WASN'T EXPECTING A LOT OF KISSING?? I MEAN I'M EXPECTING SEXY TIME LIKE LOTS OF GROPING ETC SO YEAH, EXCUSE MY DIRTY MIND. AND DID YOU GUYS HEAR THE NOISE THEY MADE WHEN THEY KISSED??? ASDFGHJKL 😍 AND THEN WHEN AE STOP KISSING PETE AND LOOKED AT HIM, PETE JUST CHASE AE TO KISS HIM AGAIN I'M- /DEAD. AND THEN AE. FREAKING. KISS. PETE'S. CHEST ?!?! AHHHHHHH !!!! AND THEY KISSED AGAIN IM GOING CRAZY I CAN'T STOP PAUSING AND REWATCHING IT AND THEN SQUEAL ABOUT IT AND THEN KEEP REPEATING THE CYCLE ASDFGHJKL 😍😍😍 BUT I NEED TO SAID THIS. WRONG CHOICE OF SONGS TO USE DURING THE SCENE?? LIKE, I FELT IT DOESN'T MATCH THE MOOD IN MY OPINION. Anyway, of course we can't forget the sweet scene after that. How Ae kissed Pete's cheek twice, Pete still feeling shy and Ae spooned Pete while they sleep sighh can I have a relationship as sweet as them? But seriously tho. You can't just gave us a hot and sweet scene and then slap us with a sad TumTar scene. I honestly ended up not interested in them cause I'm still going crazy about AePete (no offense) But poor Tar. Even years after that tragedy, he's still pretty scarred.

Finally it's the last part of Episode 9!

"He helps you to eat shrimp, so you have to do all the assignments for him this semester." "Anyhow, what kind of shrimps you are having? Why is it so expensive?" HAHAHAHHA PING PLEASE. EVEN IF AE DIDN'T EXPLAIN, HE KIND OF GETS IT LOL. CAN IS STILL NOT OVER THE KISS HAHAHAHAHAH POOR CAN And then Good suddenly can speak slightly faster than his usual slow way of speaking? LOL But fck, I guess he's thinking too much about the kiss scene that when he got hit on his head by a ball, he got a nosebleed lol And now everybody teased him about it 😂 Can must be so interested in Tin that he pulled Pete along with him just to ask whether Tin is gay or not lol and then he got tongue-tied explaining why he asked such questions lol. Anyway, THE PREVIEW FOR NEXT EPISODE. THE BATHTUB SCENE. AHHH!!! IT WAS NOT INCLUDED WHEN I WATCH IT LIVE SO THAT MEANS.. 😏😏😏 Now, another week of waiting for the next episode. AHHHH IM GOING CRAZY. I WANT TO REWATCH BUT IT'S TIME TO SLEEP SO GOODBYE 😘

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