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steddiealltheway · 10 months

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Part Six of Six of Meddling :( I'm so sad. Part One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Ao3 Link.

And I would once again like to dedicate this story to Cass (@henderdads). I hope it's as fluffy as you like <3

Eddie's location shows that he's back at his apartment like Robin had said. Steve isn’t sure why he thought he would be somewhere dramatic like on some random hill overlooking the city – especially since Eddie doesn’t like heights.

So, Steve makes the quick drive over to his tiny apartment and sits in the parking lot. It’s going to be okay. It’s all going to be okay.

They’re finally going to talk.

Steve makes the familiar walk up to Eddie’s place and hesitates outside. There’s the loud sound of Eddie playing his electric guitar on the other side of the door. He sighs when he realizes it’s “Master of Puppets” which is his so called “battle song” whenever he’s about to face something really bad.

Well, this isn’t good.

Steve sits in front of the door and waits for the song to play out. He isn’t going to interrupt Eddie mid verse and piss him off any more than he already has.

Two people end up passing him in the hall and giving him weird looks, but Steve just smiles up at them tightly and waves. He eventually closes his eyes and leans his head back against the door.

He’s always enjoyed listening to Eddie play, but he’s never listened when he’s been the source of Eddie’s inspiration. He just wishes it was a good type of inspiration.

As the song comes to an end, Steve tries to prepare himself to stand up and knock before Eddie starts another one. But he lingers when he hears Eddie curse under his breath and unplug his amp. He hears the muffled, “Goddamnit... lying... son of a... bitch. Oh, this is so stupid, this is so stupid. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.”

And Steve is too busy feeling sorry for himself that he doesn’t register the words are growing louder as the sound of footsteps approach the door. Then, the door opens and Steve falls back against the ground.

“Steve?” Eddie asks above him.

Steve groans and grabs his head. He hopes this doesn’t trigger another concussion or migraine.

“Shit,” Eddie says. He steps over Steve and holds his hand out to help him up. Steve grabs it and lets himself be pulled up and led to the couch. “I’ll be right back,” Eddie promises.

Next thing he knows, Steve has an ice pack wrapped in a towel placed in his hand. He glances up at Eddie. “I’m fine. I don’t need this.”

Eddie crosses his arms and looks down at him. “My apartment, my rules. Put the ice pack on your head.”

Steve feels around for anywhere tender and hisses at one spot he touches a little too hard. It’s not raised or anything, plus he usually has too much adrenaline to feel pain after he’s gotten a concussion, so Steve is pretty sure it’s just a bruise. He puts the ice pack on it anyways, not wanting to argue with Eddie. “Can we talk?” Steve asks.

Eddie shrugs and sits in the worn leather chair in his living room. “About what?”

Steve tries not to roll his eyes. “About the fact that everything was going so well today, and we were supposed to talk until you saw that text from Jordan.”

He watches as Eddie shifts uncomfortably in the chair and starts picking at his nails. He sighs and looks at Steve. “It’s fine. We were just doing a favor for Robin. We don’t have to make a big deal out of it. There was always a deadline for this whole relationship thing, and I just cut it off sooner than planned. But if she needs me there to make Veronica comfortable, then I don’t think she should date her.”

Steve sighs and puts his head in his hand. He’ll have to touch on the whole Veronica thing later so Eddie doesn’t get sidetracked. He puts the ice pack on Eddie’s wobbly coffee table then rubs his hands up and down his legs nervously and asks, “What if I wanted to make a big deal out of it?”

“What?”

Steve runs a hand through his hair, trying to settle his nerves. “What if I wanted to make a big deal out of it because Jordan means nothing to me? I wasn’t lying earlier when I said I wasn’t seeing anyone. I hooked up with her three weeks ago and haven’t talked to her since.”

Eddie just laughs and shakes his head. “You don’t get it, do you?”

“What?” Steve asks exasperated because he would really love if Eddie explained things to him.

But he isn’t prepared for Eddie to look him in the eye with so much hurt as he asks, “Steve, over the past three years since you’ve met me, do you remember me going out with anyone? Mentioning anyone?”

Steve shakes his head. Honestly, it was just never something Eddie brought up. He just thought he wasn’t comfortable talking about those things.

“I wasn’t lying tonight,” Eddie says. “Since the moment I met you, I have fallen for you so damn hard, but every single time I’ve thought the timing was finally right and I was about to confess my feelings, you’ve mentioned someone new. It’s been three years, Steve. Why did you never consider me?” Eddie’s voice breaks at the end.

Steve shakes his head. “I just didn’t let myself think I had a chance with you.”

“Bullshit,” Eddie says.

Steve points at him. “Don’t use that word. You know what it means to me.”

Eddie leans forward in his chair and slowly says, “I do, and that’s why I call bullshit.”

It hurts hearing it from Eddie, so Steve stands up and starts heading to the door.

He stops in his tracks.

Maybe Eddie’s right. Maybe Steve needs to be honest with himself. He’s always thought of Eddie as a fantasy out of reach, and in the process, he’s set himself up on so many pointless dates that he knew wouldn’t go anywhere. He was honestly self-sabotaging since the moment he met Eddie because...

He walks back to Eddie and stops in front of his chair. “I was scared, Eddie.”

Eddie scoffs.

This only makes Steve upset. He throws out his arms. “In the past three years, when have you ever seen me have a serious relationship?”

Eddie is silent for a moment, considering before he answers, “Never.”

“And why do you think that is?”

Eddie shrugs. “Because you’re not a relationship guy?”

“Bullshit,” Steve says. “It’s because I was scared of getting hurt again. You remember what I said today at the bar. The whole reason we were supposed to talk.” Eddie looks down. Steve swallows hard and drops to his knees in front of the chair, forcing Eddie to look at him. “I have been scared of you since the moment I laid eyes on you because I knew you could so easily break my heart.”

Steve hesitantly puts his hands on Eddie’s knees and squeezes. “And I was scared of hurting you, too.” He pauses and adds, “Then, Dustin would kill me.”

Eddie lightly laughs at that, and Steve’s heart soars. He laughs with him. “You know it’s true! He would kill the both of us if we hurt each other. God, he’s probably already going to kill me.”

Eddie softly cups Steve’s cheek and says, “I wouldn’t let him do that to you.”

Steve leans into his hand and turns to press a soft kiss against it. “Today was one of the best days of my life, and I don’t want to spend another second pretending that I would be okay not reliving it every day. So, can we please finally get the timing right, and will you please go out with me?”

Eddie stares at him hesitantly and sighs with a smile. “Well, I feel obligated now that you’re on your knees practically begging for me to say yes.”

Steve laughs and shoves his shoulder. “Shut up.”

Eddie mimes zipping his mouth closed and throwing the key away.

“Oh my gosh, Eddie, just say yes.”

Eddie smiles with his lips still closed and gestures to his mouth then shrugs.

Steve puts his head in his hands and asks, “Are you going to make me humiliate myself by trying to find the key?”

He gets a tap on his shoulder, and he looks up to find Eddie nodding with an evil smile.

Steve sighs and stands up. “Why can’t I just have a normal boyfriend?”

“Can’t call me your boyfriend when I haven’t said yes,” Eddie argues then slams his hand over his mouth.

Steve just laughs as Eddie’s hand slowly slides down to reveal his big smile. Steve grabs both of his hands and pulls him up into a hug. He holds on tight as Eddie slowly wraps his arms around him.

“Yes, by the way,” Eddie whispers into his ear.

Steve pulls back. “Yes?” he asks.

Eddie nods with a breathtaking smile. “Yes.”

Steve lets out a sigh of relief before pulling Eddie into a kiss - their first kiss as a real couple.

They both smile into the kiss, pulling away every so often to laugh and whisper things like, “I can’t believe this is finally happening,” and “I’m your boyfriend,” and “You’re my boyfriend.”

And yes, all of those comments end up being Eddie as Steve confirms each with another kiss. But they both end up smiling so hard that they have to pull away and rest their heads against each other.

“Jesus H. Christ,” Eddie says, “How long are we going to have to lie to Veronica about when our relationship started.”

Oh no.

Steve sighs and pulls Eddie to the couch. “You might want to sit down for this...”

He recalls what Robin and Nancy told him, and Eddie ends up nodding and saying, “Yeah, I was wondering how Veronica would feel about Nancy and Robin being so weirdly close. But this makes way more sense.” Steve finds his reaction to be way more tame than his until he asks, “Want to go over there and make them pay?”

Steve shakes his head with a smile. “I think making them wait in suspense is the best way to torture them.”

“And how long do we want to make them wait?”

Steve shrugs. “A few hours, maybe longer.”

Eddie smiles. “And what should we do during those hours?”

Steve presses a kiss against Eddie’s cheek and says, “I have a few ideas.”

“Me too,” Eddie says as he moves to capture Steve’s lips with his own.

Steve can’t believe that this could’ve been his life for the past three years, but luckily, they have all the time in the world to make up for lost time.

But they still should’ve done this way sooner.

-:-:-:-:-:-

One year later...

“Come on, Steve. We’re going to be late!” Robin yells.

Steve stares at his reflection and fixes his hair a few more times before he pulls back to stare at his outfit. He laughs at the yellow sweater that Eddie insisted he had to wear on their one-year anniversary before running off to help Nancy with some emergency.

He’s not sure why Robin didn’t leave instead of him considering that the two girls now live together, but he doesn’t question it too much. Eddie was ready, and Robin said she wasn’t.

He’s also not sure why Robin is fussing so much about getting to the bar on time when the four of them could celebrate both their anniversaries at any time of the day.

“Come on, Steve. We can’t keep Nancy and Eddie waiting for too long or else they’re going to have to keep stalling and insisting that two other people are coming. But what if they don’t believe them? What if they get kicked out for loitering, huh? Then, where are we going to celebrate at? There’s no fair this year, and I think Eddie would die if we made him ride the Ferris wheel again. So, hurry up!”

Steve stops staring at himself and turns to face Robin who has been pacing in the doorway and frantically texting on her phone for the past five minutes. As far as Steve knows, they’re both going to be right on time and probably early if they leave in the next few minutes, He crosses his arms. “What are you hiding?”

Robin looks at him with wide eyes, very much giving away that she is hiding something. “Nothing!” she squeals.

Steve raises his eyebrows.

Robin stutters a bit then sighs. “Fine, I’m just nervous about the gift I got for Nancy for our anniversary.”

“I thought you already gave her it?”

Robin’s eyes flicker to the left. Another giveaway that she’s lying. “It’s another gift.”

Steve rolls his eyes and walks past her. “I know you’re hiding something from me, but you’re right. We’re going to be late if we don’t leave soon. So, let’s go, Buckley.”

He keeps pressing it during the car ride over until Robin launches off on a rant about the new lingerie she bought for their anniversary that she doesn’t think Nancy will like and goes into far too much detail about it. So much so that she only finishes her rant once they’ve pulled into the parking of the bar.

“Steve,” Robin says.

Steve stops and turns to her.

She says nothing.

“What?” he asks.

Then, he gets concerned as tears fill her eyes and she smiles wider. “Nothing, I’m just so happy.”

Steve stares in horror and confusion as Robin gets weirdly emotional. “Yeah, okay, let’s get you to Nancy,” Steve says, stepping out of his car and following as Robin practically skips to the bar.

He stares as she proudly holds the door open. Yeah, things are starting to get weird-

He stops in the entrance to the bar and stares at the rose petals on the floor. What?

There’s a guitar strum, and Steve watches as Eddie starts to play on the stage with the horrible acoustics. He recognizes the song from the first night they met, and stops in his place, as mesmerized as he was when he first saw him.

He plays it the whole way through before he puts his guitar back in his case and comes back to the mic. “Hey, everyone, and especially you Steve.”

Steve smiles but then startles as he notices there are definitely more people than just him and Eddie in the place. In fact, it’s... everyone he knows. Dustin... the rest of the party... even Eddie’s uncle Wayne is there.

“A year ago, Steve and I finally got together after I pined after him since the first night we met here in this very bar. Now, the song I just played wasn’t romantic at all, but it’s the song I was playing when I first laid eyes on Steve. And I have never been the same,” Eddie says resting his hands over his heart in a mixture of sincerity and just for the dramatics. “But, a year ago, when we lied to the waiter about our anniversary and scored Robin here some free cake-”

“Hey!” Robin interjects.

Everyone laughs, but Steve, Eddie, and Nancy know it’s true.

“Well, I told the waiter that in one year, I would be back to propose to Steve.”

Steve’s heart skips a beat as it all connects. He feels tears fill his eyes much like Robin as Eddie gets off the shitty stage and makes his way to Steve. He takes his hands. “Steve, I have loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you. And I can’t imagine a life where you’re not in it forever. And with that being said, I think it’s only fair that I get to be the one that goes down on one knee since you went down on two to ask me out.”

“Gross,” Dustin says.

“Not like that!” Eddie yells at him. He mumbles, “Christ, kid is going to ruin the damn moment.”

Steve can’t help but think that nothing could ever ruin this moment.

Eddie then pulls a ring box out of his back pocket and gets down on one knee. “Steve, will you marry me?”

Steve feels a tear slip down his face as he nods and happily laughs out, “Yes.”

He tugs Eddie up and hugs him tight, as everyone starts cheering and flooding around the two.

Later, Dustin, Nancy, and Robin start arguing about who is the reason they got together, but the couple is quick to humble Robin and Nancy reminding them that they’re both the reason they almost ruined their relationship forever.

Nancy apologizes as Robin argues that it still worked out in the end, but Dustin takes it as a victory.

Eddie just laughs through it all, insisting that it was actually his impeccable guitar skills that got the two of them together, and they would be nowhere without it.

But Steve knows deep down that no matter what universe they are in, he and Eddie would somehow end up together.

Thank you to my dear tag list and everyone for sticking around for this story and leaving such kind comments <3 I hope you enjoyed

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fayesia · 7 months

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Hello, I hope this doesn't bother you but I had an idea for mike schmidt. Imagine him and the reader are fighting and the reader leaves him. Ever since the reader left him he starts to loose his mind cause he needs the reader to function. Abby notices her brother's situation so she makes it her mission to get him and the reader back together.

Short and Sweet — mike schmidt x reader

a/n: Hiii ofc u r not bothering me! Thank you for the request, congrats you’re the first one so i’m very much appreciative!!! I hope i did justice to your idea, again i’m kind of new to all of this but hopefully you like it :D

“god your so selfish do you even think before you act!!”

You can feel the eyes of people passing by as they return to their cars and pack away their shopping. Except you don’t care, not when this is the third time Mike has forgotten to pick Abby up from school.

“come on at least say something!”

“GODDAMNIT, i’m sorry ok!!”

“well sorry’s not enough Mike! Because when i get home from work and she comes running into my arms having already had a bad day at school it’s on you for making it worse” you exclaim back to him slamming the car door shut.

He does the same, quickly started the engine and driving with rough movements.

“oh yeah, now what? you’re gonna get us both in a car crash, leave your sister alone again-“

“oh my god ENOUGH OK shut up!!”

You fumble with your fingers looking out the window, not in sadness or fear but rather an immense amount of anger. You knew that your emotions would take over your response and you were not going to cry in front of Mike as if what he said effected you.

He parks in the driveway, opens the trunk to collect the groceries and rushes through the front door. You follow after him entering the bedroom and collecting all your things from the closet and bathroom. carrying your duffel bag, you make your way retrieving any items left around the house. Your wallet, keys, shoes and a picture of you and abby are collected as you leave back outside to your car parked across the road.

Sitting down in the drivers seat you stare blankly ahead slowly lowering your head to rest against the steering wheel, soft crys quickly turning into loud sobs that rack through your body. They continue until you reach your apartment, gloomily walking into the place you haven’t been in for months, having spent most days of the week at Mikes house. This place doesn’t feel homely like his though, rather it’s cold and depressing reflecting how you felt right now, which really wasn’t helping.

You’re pulled away from these thoughts as your phone starts ringing. ‘Abby bear’ flashes on your screen as you clear your throat to remove any hints of you crying.

“Hi Abby what’s up?”

“why did you leave” her shaky voice almost has you in tears again.

“what did mike say honey? i’m not leaving forever i just needed to get some stuff from my place”

“he said you were gonna be gone for awhile but would come back. I think he’s lying though his eyes are all red like he’s been crying and he hasn’t moved from your spot on the couch”.

As you listen to her soft voice explain all of this more tears drop down to your chin.

“i’m sorry abby i just think we need a break from each other i don’t know for how long but its something that needed to happen sooner rather than later. I promise i’ll come by and visit you soon, maybe Friday for this weeks movie night?”

“Yayy ok sounds good”

“i have to go now sweetie but make sure you finish all your homework and then you can relax”

“ok byee y/n love u”

“bye abby bear i love you too”

ending the call, you’re left with a gut wrenching feeling spending the rest of the evening crying yourself to sleep on the couch. pitiful? maybe. but you really needed this and now was the right time.

While you spent hours sleeping the pain away, Mike was basically doing the same thing. Abby walked up to him handing him a tub of ice cream “i heard from a movie that eating ice cream makes you less sad after a breakup”

“that’s not true Abby”

her face drops a little at this, Mike quickly trying to cover up his mistake.

“but thank you, why don’t we both eat ice cream and watch a movie”

“ok!!” she settles herself next to him, cuddling into his side with blankets strewn across their laps.

Abby was not very knowledgeable about breakups, only being ten years old herself, and the most she experienced in the romance department was having a crush on the fastest runner in her class.

She did know however that the way Mike was acting was not healthy for him. He spent hours on the couch or in bed, barely eating and if he wasn’t doing that then he would be at work or picking Abby up from school, sometimes they would go and get frozen yogurt which Abby loved the most. She just wished you were there with them like before, when the three of you would go together and spend hours having fun at park.

Abby knew she had to do something, anything she could to get things back to the way they were and she knew just the way to do that.

It had been a week since the break up and neither you or mike seemed to be doing to well in Abby’s opinion but she had a plan set up and tonight she was putting it into action.

Mike received a message from you, his eyes widening as he read, “meet at the park 6pm” a short and simple text. Effective too with the way Mike jumped up running to the closet to pull out his nicest shirt and trousers, and then to the bathroom to shower and prepare him for the night to come.

Abby giggled to herself as she heard the commotion from her brother, taking his phone she started phase two of the plan.

‘bzzz’ you flayed your arm around in an attempt to grab your phone, a yelp coming from your throat as you read the message on the screen. A singular sentence from Mike that read, “meet at the park 6pm”. You expected to read more but that seemed to be it. Short and sweet. You layed out a simple long sleeve top and your favourite pair of jeans, readying yourself for an everything shower.

Soon it was 5:55 and both you and Mike climbed up opposite ends of the hill to the park situated right at the top. There in the middle was a bench and that bench was surrounded by rose petals, with a rose bouquet in the middle, and the bench itself was surrounded by mini lights illuminating the area with a gentle yellow tone similar to the sky’s as the sun set. All of this of course was done courtesy of Abby and you were quick to realise when mikes face was filled with shock when stumbling over one of the yellow lamps, it was clear he was not the one who had set this up. However that didn’t matter to you, the feeling of being swept off your feet into Mikes arms instead was all you were thinking about. He pulled you close to his chest whispering how sorry he was over and over again into your hair as your head rested against his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat. You silently basked in the feeling of his comfort you dearly missed for that lonesome week the two of you spent apart, not quite ready yet to utter the words ‘i forgive you’ and he knew that after all the hateful words he’d said.

Instead you both sat together on the bench looking out at the setting sun, content with each other presence and no words. As nightfall was falling upon the park Mike grabbed your hand “gotta get back now, Abby will be waiting” he brushed your hand with his thumb for awhile almost hesitant to say something as you waited patiently. “do you want to come?” you break out into a smile, “of course, i always want to go with you”, you reply already dragging him by the arm to the directions of his house.

His house which you knew inside had a very nervous ten year old girl who would see you both walk through the door holding hands and celebrate the most out of all of you.

~unedited~

#mike schmidt #fnaf #fnaf movie #josh hutcherson #five nights at freddy's #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt imagine #mike schmidt x y/n

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sacharinee · 1 year

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hey! so i’ve noticed all your office references and it’s one of my favourite shows ever <3 i was wondering if you’d write something where the reader and bf!peter are both obsessed with the show and quote it at any given moment, confusing (and probably annoying) everyone around them. i love your fics by the way!!

pairing: bf!peter parker x reader

w/c: 800 ish

a/n: dinnertime with the avengers edition! peter and reader being an annoying power duo. a crap ton of office references obviously. this is so weird and all over the place BUT it was so much fun writing. i tweaked ur request a teeny bit to them simply saying lines from the show, but everyone is just as confused and annoyed lmao i hope ur okay w that!! this is also my first time writing with the avengers so i tried my best on getting them right. thank u so much for requesting this!! i had an entire office marathon playing in the background while writing this

“the food looks great, nat,” you take your seat at the dining table.

“yea, it’s amazing, thanks for cooking tonight,” peter chimes in.

you both are sat at the dinner table in the lavish dining room among the earth’s mightiest heroes, who also happen to be your colleagues.

“wait, where did you learn to make all of this? i never pegged you as a cook,” tony questions.

“i’m not,” the redhead answers, “my fake mother used to make this dish all the time when i was younger,”

“awe, that’s adorable,” thor replies.

“right before she and my fake father sold me and had me brainwashed.”

the others freeze midchew and stare as scott drops his fork against his plate.

nat clears her throat, “so anyways, enjoy,” and takes her seat.

the rest of you begin placing heaps of food onto each other’s plates and digging into the meal in front of you.

“well, um,” tony sips his water, “how ‘bout you kids, get any good action tonight?”

peter raises his eyebrows at him, “us? oh yea, we got a good chase during patrol tonight,”

“it was super fun,” you add.

“well what’d he have on him?” wanda asks.

“he was, uhh,” you purse your lips as you hesitate, playing with the food on your plate and quieted your voice, “a-uh, a wanted animal rapist.”

wanda shakes her head at you in repulsion, regretting having asked you.

“that is so disgusting!” the god announces, food spilling out of his mouth.

“thor, close your mouth, you look like a trout.” steve reprimands.

he dismisses his comment and goes to steal the mashed potatoes, eating straight out of the bowl with no shame.

“did he put up a good fight against you guys?” bucky questions.

“well he wasn’t exactly intimidated by me, i usually let y/n play bad cop while i just web them up,” peter admits.

you’re chewing your food while you watch bucky and your boyfriend converse, “see what i told you? you gotta take control, pete. ask yourself this: would you rather be feared or loved by your enemies?”

“easy,” he answers, “both. i want people to be afraid of how much they love me.”

nat pokes her tongue to her cheek and tilts her head in confusion.

“oh, that reminds me,” you nervously chuckle and pull out the slip tucked into your back pocket, “i need you to pay for my speeding ticket, tony.”

“again?! y/n that’s the second time this month!”

“that criminal guy was a surprisingly fast driver. besides, life is short. drive fast and leave a sexy corpse. it’s one of my mottos.”

“goddamnit, y/n” tony mutters and shakes his head in disappointment.

steve interrupts, “you should listen to him, young lady. seriously, what would happen if you were in a speeding car crash? why do you think those laws are enforced? it’s to keep everyone safe. so you better straighten up the attitude before you get yourself k-”

“cap, you ignorant slut.” you’re tired of everyone treating you and peter like little kids, “you want to talk about being safe? are we forgetting about banner’s little experiment that went wrong the other day? he almost blew up the tower!-”

“wait, what did you just call me?” the soldier looks at you dumbfounded.

“what did i- … what’d i say?”

“you just called me a-”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about. i talk a lot so i learn to just tune myself out.”

“you and me both,” strange clips.

“wow,” you respond, feigning hurt, “sorry i annoyed you with my friendship.”

tony, having enough, intrudes, “you know, i think i have to put you and peter through some training again.”

the boy skeptically squints towards the man and chews his food slowly, “...what type of training?”

“sensitivity training. all this trash talk is-”

“oh my god, not again,” your head falls back as you groan, “i’ve changed, tony. i’ve learned to keep my unmannerly thoughts to myself every time i see someone wearing white socks and dark shoes.”

“uh that’s definitely not true,” bucky cuts in, “just yesterday you called me out for wearing sandals.”

“exactly! sandals! who the hell still wears sandals, you look like you just got off the boat. i don't need to see your hairy toes,” you shudder in disgust.

“yea, mr. stark,” peter reverts his attention back to tony, “we don’t talk trash,” he shrugs.

“we talk smack,” you finish.

“okay… and how are those two any different,” the man challenges.

“well,” peter clears his throat, “trash talk is hypothetical. like, ‘your mom is so fat she can eat the internet.’”

“totally,” you eagerly nod your head in agreement, “but smack talk is happening, like, right now. like, ‘you’re ugly and i know it for a fact ’cause i got the evidence right there,” your hand motions in a circle to the person in front of you.

“are you calling me ugly?” thor sniffles.

“i don’t know what the hell you just said, and i don’t even wanna know,” tony wipes his mouth with a napkin, “but it’s happening. nine am sharp, do not be late. it’ll be quick and easy, not that hard. you’ll be in and out without the attitude.”

you pout as you and peter give each other a dismay look.

“that’s what she said.”

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lambtotheslaughterr · 15 days

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FREAK

A Rafe Cameron Oneshot

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

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Summary: Reader has rejected her silver-spoon lifestyle on Kildare for most of her life, choosing the more dynamic alternative lifestyle her mom lives. But willingly walking around looking like a pro 'eat-the-rich' among the rich has always drawn the unwanted attention of her childhood foe... and tonight will be no different.

Nine While Nine by Sisters of Mercy was playing quietly over Noah’s car radio as he pulled into your dad’s driveway. You felt your muscles tighten when you saw the sleek black Audi parked in front of Noah’s beat up Honda.

Goddamnit…

“What is it?” Noah asked, noticing your ire at the car in your dad’s driveway.

“Dad’s friends are still here.”

Noah clocked the time on the dashboard. “It’s almost 10, they partying?”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head disgruntledly, “My dad doesn’t party. He boasts & bitches.”

Noah snickered at that.

Well, can’t avoid it now, you thought to yourself. You purposefully snuck out of the house earlier that day. Your dad reminded you that morning that his friends, the Cameron’s, & their son would be joining the two of you for dinner that evening. You couldn’t imagine a worse way to spend a Saturday night. So, you called up Noah to see if there was any reason to get out of the house. Fortunately, there was a local punk band putting on a show in the city that he was going to go check out. You jumped at the opportunity & within the hour Noah rolled up & snagged you from your upper class demise.

It had been your intention to stay out late enough that by the time you returned home the Cameron’s would be long gone, but alas, they remained. What you dreaded most wasn’t the forced niceties or the judgmental look in their eyes when you walked in door wearing what you wore, but the fact that you’d undoubtedly have to deal with the worse Cameron of them all: Rafe.

“Thanks for the ride, dude.” You mumbled to Noah, your fingers gripping the door handle. But before you could get out, Noah snatched you by the back of your neck, bringing your mouth to his. You grinned into the wet & messy assault, your tongue piercing tangling with his own.

“Hit me up if you want a ride later.” He winked, pulling away. The proposal was tempting, Noah was always a good lay, but you didn’t miss the silhouette of your dad watching you from the window of his den. If you didn’t get out of the car, he would come out & yank you out himself. That would only be humiliating.

Giving Noah one last mercy smile, you hopped out, slamming his passenger door shut. His engine choked as he backed out of the driveway, one of the taillights out as he disappeared from sight. Once he was gone, you begrudgingly turned to face the opulent face of the four walls you called home. The extravagantness of it all made your stomach roll. You couldn’t wait for summer. Summer meant you could go stay with your mom, wherever she was. She was a tour manager for a popular alternative rock band & during the summers you would tour with her, getting to listen to angry music & spend your days with like-minded people. Not like the people you were about to see.

Just as you reached the front door of the house, it swung open, revealing your dad. He was dressed in his usual: a wool sweater with a collared shirt underneath it & a patterned tie tucked between the two. It always baffled you how he & your mom managed to make their marriage last for ten years. They were completely opposite of one another. Your dad a type-a personality who valued his reputation & networking skills, & your mom a rock musician turned manager who valued good times & good music. The only years she spent unhappy & apart from who she truly was in the decade & a half she was with your dad. Thankfully, they divorced when their differences became too great. Only bummer was she was forced to leave you behind, her job obviously requiring a lot of traveling.

“Dad.” You greeted flatly.

He glowered back, stepping onto the porch before you before closing the door till only a crack was left.

“Our guests have been wondering where you were. As have I.”

You shrugged, “Whoops. Had other plans. Sorry.”

“Mmm. We’ll deal with that in the morning. For now, go upstairs & change then join us in the den.”

You scowled up at him, “Fuck, do I have to? We both know none of us actually want me there. I’ll just embarrass.”

“Watch your mouth, young lady, & no, we don’t both know that. What I know is that the Cameron’s have been our friends since your birth & you will treat them as such like the polite young woman I raised you to be.”

“Raised me?” It hurt not to laugh at your dad. He didn’t raised you. He simply put a roof over your head & demanded your presence when his image mattered.

“Upstairs. Now. I expect you down here in less than five minutes.” He opened the door & you followed him in. The double doors to his den were closed, the Cameron’s likely whispering about you on the other side.

“And wipe that crap off your face. You look like your mother.”

Little did your dad know though, that was one of the greatest compliments he could give you. But it was still an attempt of an insult towards your mom, & that you wouldn’t settle for.

“Why wait, father? I should greet our guests.” You responded sarcastically. And before you dad could stop you, you swung open the doors to his den, stepping into the room as if you were making your god-awful sexist debutante debut.

“Cameron’s, hey!” You feigned excitement, “Long time, no see.”

It brought you subtle joy at the shocked look on Rose’s face when she took in your appearance. This wasn’t even the most dramatic you could look. You kept it tame tonight since you knew you would be rocking out at the punk show. If Rose could see you when you were really in your alternative element, she’d likely faint.

Your dad’s den was large enough to house a small library. There was a 70’s style pit in the center of the room where lounging furniture sat & that’s where the Cameron’s were sitting when you greeted them.

“_____.” Ward grinned politely, but it was clear that he was as done with your defiance as your father was. After all, Ward had seen for himself how you evolved over the years. Rose was still new to it all, having only been married to Ward for a few years. “You look…”

“Ah, yeah.” You glanced down at what you wore pridefully, “I was at a punk show. Not my best, if I’m being honest. I could look freakier.”

“Don’t we know it.” A third voice sounded & your eyes reluctantly fell to Rafe Cameron.

Memories of your childhood together & the years of adolescence flashed through your mind. Though Ward & your dad were considered close friends, the same couldn’t be said for you & Rafe despite being the same age & quite literally always seeing each other almost every day for nineteen years. He always tormented you, long before you began adapting to your mom’s look & lifestyle. But once you did? His mischievous behavior only intensified.

“Rafe, you’re looking…” You took in his pristine white button up that was tucked into a pair of slim fitting khaki pants. He dressed like every upper class fuck on this godforsaken island. It was an insult to humanity.

“…interesting.” It was all you could muster without drawing your dad’s mirth anymore than you already have.

Rafe smirked at that, eyeing you up & down.

“So,” you stepped down into the pit, taking a seat in a large leather brown chair, “what are we drinking?”

“She’s kidding.” Your dad commented as he joined the rest of you, his eyes casting a warning in your direction.

You could’ve battled him in front of his friends, it wouldn’t be the first time, but you were already getting under his skin as it was just by coming into the room looking as you did. It would be enough of a win for you.

“Your dad was just telling us that you’re thinking of going to university next year. Business, he says.” Ward informed you.

Oh? You glanced at your dad, shaking your head, This is news to me.

“Yes, I’m friends with the dean, as you know…” Your dad continued with Ward on the topic of your apparent conventional near future but your mind wandered, uncaring of the conversation. Walking in here to embarrass your father was fun at first, but your enthusiasm was quickly waning.

You watched as Rose listened intently the conversation happening between the two men. Always listening, never contributing. What a sad waste of womanhood.

But as you were observing her, you felt another observing you. Rolling your eyes, you finally faced the object of your detest. Rafe was leaning back on a matching couch to the chair you sat in, one arm draped across the back of the couch while the other held a glass of what you knew to be liquor from your father’s scotch collection.

Of course, you thought bitterly, Rafe can drink, but me, being the same age, cannot. It’d be…inappropriate.

“What are you looking at?” You questioned lowly, knowing that yours & Rafe’s dads were too into their own conversation to care about your own.

“Still figuring that out.” Rafe cocked a single eyebrow, “So, when you look in the mirror, do you get jump scared every time?”

“Ha. Ha.” You shook your head but smiled, unbothered by his predictable comments, “Come up with something new, Rafe. This ‘you’re a freak’ material you’ve been working with for a couple years needs to be revamped.”

Rafe chuckled lightly, his eyes falling to your legs that were covered in fishnet. He brought the glass to his lips, taking a sip as his eyes trailed back up the length of you before meeting your eyes yet again. Rafe had always looked at you as a form of amusement, but the look he gave you now made your stomach flip. And it took a lot to make your stomach feel in knots.

He slid to the other end of the couch, the end right next to you, & leaned forward so only you could hear what he had to say, “I’ve never fucked a dead girl before.”

It took all of your might to control your face. He was only looking to get a rise out of you. After all, you did just challenge him to try something new. But you didn’t expect that. It left you feeling more gross than you had before when he just perused you.

You turned to meet his eyes, your faces only mere inches apart, “Even when I’m dead, I would never fuck you.”

With that, you pushed yourself out of your seat, drawing the attention of the adults in the room, “Well, this has been great. But I’m tired. Got knocked around a lot tonight. Nice seeing you guys. Night.”

“_____.” Your dad called after you but you were quick to leave the room.

“I got it, Mr. _____.” You heard Rafe say to your dad, which only made you more irritable. All that mattered was getting upstairs to your room before Rafe caught up to you. Whatever he had planned, you didn’t have the energy to fight with him. Not tonight.

When you reached the top of the landing, you heard footfalls clambering up the stairs. And fast. You tossed a look over your shoulder, watching as Rafe took the stairs two at a time, that familiar mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Leave me alone, asshole.” You threw back, the door to your bedroom just ahead of you.

“Not so fast, baby.” Rafe caught your hand just as your other found the knob to your room. Your ripped your hand from his grasp, glaring up at him, “Do not call me baby.”

Uncaring that Rafe was behind you, you swung open & entered your bedroom. It was only after Rafe closed the door behind the two of you & took a moment to examine your room that you realized it had been a long time since he was in here. When the two of you were kids, your dad’s would make you play in here while they talked business. Back when it was white & pink. Now it was black & purple.

“Wow.” Rafe commented, “Like a vampire den in here.”

“Look,” You sat on your bed & bent over to begin unlacing your Doc Martens, “can you just say whatever bullshit you wanna say & leave? I wasn’t kidding about getting knocked around a lot.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you weren’t.” He eyed you then, slowly approaching. You watched his shoes in your peripheral as you pulled your boots off. “I’m sure you got all sorts of bruises underneath there.”

Ignoring the curious undertone in his voice, you stood up, crossing your arms over your chest. Now, out of your boots, you felt much smaller compared to the tall & lean framed Cameron.

“Alright, what the fuck do you want? Hmm? Want to call me a freak some more, well go ahead. But make it quick.”

Rafe closed the distance between the two of you, his eyes holding your own as he reached for the strap of your slip dress. You smacked his hand away, giving him a look of disgust.

“I said it wasn’t ever going to happen, Rafe.” Jesus, what was his problem? He always liked to pick on you with his words, but never did he lay a finger on you.

“But I want to see.” He peered at you with those tantalizing blue eyes of his. They made you want to barf.

“See what?”

“Those bruises.” His voice grew lower, softer, as his eyes fell to your lips.

“Okay, get out. Now.”

Rafe smirked knowingly, raising his hand yet again, aiming for your strap. When you made to smack it away for a second time though, he quickly snatched your wrist. You didn’t have time to resist or stop him before he sunk his teeth into the veiny underside of your wrist.

“Ow!” You yelped, attempting to pull your wrist away, but Rafe’s grip was stronger, “What the fuck?!”

He glanced at you through his lashes, his eyes darkening. Then he kissed the teeth marks there. His lips soft, gentle. You didn’t like this new direction he was going in.

“Okay, Rafe, you got me. I’m spooked, alright. I get it. Your new material is working.” You admitted, but without admitting that he too was beginning to scare you.

“I’m just getting started.” He mumbled against your skin as he kissed up your arm, the lace of your long-sleeve top acting as the only barrier.

“That’s enough. Stop it.” You pleaded when you tried to pull away another time but he wasn’t letting go.

“I’ll stop when I feel like it.” He finally raised his head to glare at you, “Freak.”

You frowned but before you could retaliate, Rafe shoved you onto your bed. A shocked gasp parted your lips as you stared at him.

“What are you doing?”

Rafe ignored your question, focusing his attention on the old-school stereo you had on your nightstand. He closed the CD-ROM on the top of the stereo & your music was suddenly filled with the sounds of Black Cathedral by This Cold Night.

“Rafe!” You yelled at him.

But he was only stood there, listening intently as the darkwave instrumentals bounced off the corners of your room.

“You like this shit?” He asked, shaking his head, “I don’t get it.”

You eyed him warily, moving to sit up, but just as you were, Rafe was suddenly on top of you.

“But I don’t need to. I just need to get you.”

For a split second, you thought he was just playing some sick, twisted game. Any moment he’d stand up, point at you, & laugh. But when that didn’t happen & instead you felt his lips on your neck & his hands tangling with the netting of your tights at your thighs, panic flooded you.

“Stop! Rafe, what are you—”

But Rafe smothered your pleas with a kiss, his teeth sinking into your lower lip. You whimpered into the kiss, your hands attempting to shove him off. This had to be a joke! It had to be! Your fucking dad’s were downstairs! Right. Down. Stairs. They knew you couldn’t stand each other! Why was no one coming to check what was going on? Why was your dad not coming to demand you to turn off that music he hated so fucking much?

But no one came looking, & Rafe’s hands were successful in tearing a wide hole at the crotch of your fishnets.

You yelped into his mouth, & he took advantage of the opening, his tongue delving in. His tongue massaged your own, focusing intently on the metal ball at the center of your tongue.

“I wonder what that would feel like on my cock.” He mused out loud, & the image made your skin crawl.

Sure, you hated Rafe Cameron’s guts, & he yours, but still. You had known each other your literal whole lives. Now he was…he was… Was he capable of this the entire time?

“Rafe.” You managed to squeeze out as his hands fought to remove your dress from your body. You tried to use your own body weight to keep the dress on but Rafe practically tore it from you, the straps snapping as he did so. Before you knew it, you were left only in your lace top, black underwear, & torn fishnets.

Rafe was breathing heavily as he peered down at you, but a naughty smirk appeared on his face when he stared at your tits, “No shit.”

You felt heat bloom across your face & chest.

“Your nipples are pierced, too.”

You were deeply regretting not wearing a bra. You rarely did anyway, but tonight especially, you wish you had worn a layer of bras & a bodysuit that was almost impossible to get out off. Then Rafe would fail in his attempt to… fuck, you couldn’t even think it.

“Does Daddy know that?”

You looked away, shaking your head in disbelief.

“My, what a slut you are.” Rafe chuckled darkly, leaning forward until his lips sealed around one of your nipples through the lace of your top.

At the sensation of his tongue flicking your piercing, you screamed.

“Daaaad!” But Rafe was quick to clamp a hand over your mouth, the pressure harsh & almost painful.

“No, no, none of that, you freak.” Rafe seethed, “You never wanted your dad’s help before, think you can just beg for it now?”

You stared wide-eyed up at Rafe as he reprimanded you like an ungrateful child.

“Oh, c’mon, _____. It’s one of the things I actually like about you.” Rafe grinned knowingly down at you, “That you’re a strong, independent, ‘I-don’t-need-anybody’ woman.”

He leaned closer, “But I bet you’re regretting that now.”

Unexpected tears blanketed your vision. Rafe feigned a concerned smile, “Don’t worry, though. It’ll be our secret.”

Rafe left his hand over your mouth as he then tore your underwear from between your legs, the elastic of the fabric straining against your skin before finally snapping. If your body wasn’t already in shock you may have felt the sting of it, but what Rafe was doing was shutting your mind down.

You felt as if you were separated from your body but watching with your lids forced open as Rafe untucked his shirt from his pants & began unbuckling his belt. The music playing was loud but the metal clinking of his buckle was louder, an ear-bleeding loud that you typically liked, but not anymore, not right now.

“I always thought you were hot. Weird hot. But it wasn’t until tonight when you pushed me that I thought fuck it.” He chuckled into your ear. His other hand was in between your bodies & then there was a prodding at your entrance. You gasped into his hand, desperately gripping the bedding beneath you.

“So,” Rafe nipped the lobe of your ear, “fuck it.”

A hot pain coursed up the length of your spine as Rafe thrusted himself into you with one go. Your walls were dry & crying in pain as Rafe sheathed himself entirely inside you. Fresh tears kissed your eyes at the undeniable burn of his cock forcing you to stretch around him.

“Goddamn,” He huffed out, his usually kept hair falling forward to brush against his forehead. A vein popped there as he adjusted to your tightness, an adjustment you would never get used to but always remember.

Then he began to move, his hips moving slowly at first until your cunt began to lubricate itself, then he sped up. His hips snapped painfully against yours, & you whimpered into his palm. Your hands reached for the back of his head, your fingers tangling in his hair to try & pull him away, but as you did, Rafe only groaned at the action.

“I forgot you goth chicks are freaky in bed.”

You frowned, not wanting him to actually believe you were trying to enhance his experience, but he only grinned down at you, “It’s okay. Pull harder.”

Helpless & frustrated, you let go of his hair out of spite, but the second you did, Rafe gathered your hair in his other hand, yanking your head back hard. You yelped, though it was muffled, & Rafe attacked the column of your throat. He licked, nipped, bit, sucked. You knew that you would have hickey’s & bite marks from his assault. It made you feel like throwing up, something you wished would happen any moment so he’d get the fuck off you.

But Rafe only continued to fuck you, his grunts & groans muffled as he assaulted you with his mouth from your throat down to your partly exposed breasts. He caught another nipple in his mouth & tugged. The action surprised you, but it horrified you even more how your body responded to it.

“Oh, I think we like that.” Rafe observed, taking it upon himself to focus intently on your nipples.

Your hands found his hips, attempting to shove him off as he fucked you mercilessly, but when his tongue swirled around the metal rod going through your nipple, your fingers defied you, digging themselves into the fleshy part of Rafe’s ass.

Rafe hissed at your nails digging into his skin but he followed it with a pleased smile, “Let out your freak, baby. You know you want to.”

You glared hotly up at him, regretting how your pussy was beginning to clench around him, how your body moved closer towards him, not away. This wasn’t how you were supposed to be responding. Why was this happening to you?

But your body wouldn’t listen to you. When you wanted to claw at the sheets in an attempt to get away, your hands clawed at Rafe’s back instead. When you wanted to curse at him from behind his hand covering your mouth, you moaned instead. Rafe was working your own body against you as he took what he wanted.

It wasn’t until you felt your heart begin to quicken, more than it already was, that you knew what was coming next. You felt your muscles begin to tense, preparing for the crescendo of Rafe’s assault. Rafe must’ve known too. His pace began to speed up, his groans shifting to growls as he chased the edge. You bit your lip, hard enough to taste blood, begging your body to not go through with it. But then Rafe other hand palmed one of your tits, & his thumb grazed over your sensitive nipple, & that was all it took to push you over.

A muffled wail sounded from behind Rafe’s hand as you felt your body shake & pulse. Rafe finally removed his hand from your mouth & you whimpered carnally. Though your eyes were half-way closed as you felt your orgasm rip through you, you didn’t miss how Rafe stared at you with half-hooded eyes, watching you cum around him. Then he brought his face down to yours, capturing your lips with his own as he filled you as deeply as he possibly could, his cock swelling inside the tight confines of your cunt as he burst.

You felt his cum coat your insides, filling you to brim before spilling out around Rafe & pooling underneath you. Though your body was still in a state of euphoria, you felt disgusted with yourself. You felt sticky, icky, & filthy all around. All because of him.

Rafe pulled out of you then, stumbling backwards as his feet met the floor. He was breathing heavily & holding a hand to his head.

“Fuck.” He huffed out, “I haven’t came like that in years.”

You stared up at your ceiling, the reality of what just happened crashing into you. Rafe Cameron had just raped you. In your own bedroom, in your own house, with your own dad just down the stairs. You knew Rafe was a bad guy, but you never knew he was capable of being worse. But he always enjoyed proving you wrong.

The clinking of his belt faded as the music returned & became the only sound you could really hear, apart from the blood rushing in your ears.

You couldn’t move, didn’t want to anyway. You just wanted your bed to morph into a black hole & swallow you until you were nothing. You felt like nothing.

The bed dipped between your legs & then you felt yourself being pulled upwards until you were in a sitting position. You stared aimlessly at the ground, your vision swaying as a dizzying headache took over.

Rafe captured your chin in his hand though, forcing you to look up at him. He looked just as he did before, just as clean & put-together & sane-looking as before. He chuckled softly, a smirk tugging on the corner of his lips as he peered at your face. But you couldn’t look at him. Instead, you looked down & that’s when you saw it. The mess he left between your legs, your fishnets ripped beyond use.

“Oh, don’t give me that.” He cooed, catching the shocked look on your face, “You freaks love your shredded shit. All I’ve done is add to it: tearing you up from the inside out.”

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SANZU BONTEN HEADCANONS

| Contents: General headcanons, relationship headcanons SFW , reader is written as she/her but can be considered gn, mentions of guns/weapons

General Headcanons

# he's actually bipolar asf. like can't make up his mind for shit.

# "babe i love youuuu !" then 5 minutes later "get away from me ?!" Like bitch make up your mind tf?

# idk why but I could definitely see Sanzu being Russian. He just gives off those vibes. he'll call you russian nicknames it actually makes your heart swell the way he says it.

# he'll talk about his katana all day and there's no way to shut him up after.

# i could definitely see him as the type to listen to 21 savage or nicki minaj. don't ask why but i can see it.

# he's an asshole in public but a total baby in private. can't get shit done around him when you two are alone. and he's not being a horny fuck, he just wants your attention and most fucking days you don't pay any attention to him.

# "baby baby baby baby-" "goddamnit- WHAT HARU?" ... "love youuuu !" "get away from me"

# has had 2 TikTok accounts, but they got banned because all he would post was him killing people. he's made like 3 other accounts but hasn't posted on anything yet.

# sometimes when you guys are in public he'll act like hes so tough until you get up all in his face with the scariest aura ever.

# weirdly enough he hates being touched on his hips because he very ticklish.

# loves when you kiss his scars and tell them everything you love about them.

# if he had the chance to get a million dollars just to punch you, he would probably would do it. then he'd ask if he could punch you again to get more money.

# sometimes gets way too high to put his shoes on correctly. you have to sit there and tell him that his shoes are on the wrong feet and he won't realize that until he goes to a bonten meeting and everyone laughs at him.

# heart eyes when you sleep, he's like a creepy stalker.

# "haru why are you in my room it's 4 in the morning-" "shut up and here, i just brought you some flowers." "Haru those are cattail plants."

# he isn't the brightest bulb in the room but can definitely tell when you're ignoring him.

# he was stupid enough to try and cook breakfast for everyone and nearly burned down the bonten estate. no one trusted him in the kitchen ever again.

# his unofficial love language is being annoying. He would ask "would you still love me if I was a worm" and whatnot.

# he’s terrible with spending. I feel like he’s never actually been financially smart aside from when he was a younger so DO expect to see him carrying a box of some guns imported from China or smth.

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Mine

Joel Miller x F! Reader

Genre: angst with a touch of fluff

Synopsis: You and Joel aren't a thing, so why is he getting jealous?

Warnings: jealousy, anger, kissing, cursing, Y/N insert, age gap if you wanted but no mention

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Jackson was such a nice place, with some really nice people. Somewhere you could almost forget about everything that was going on in the outside world and focus on being you. Being free.

The icing on the cake was that you were experiencing it with the people that meant the most to you. Ellie, a girl you had come to love as if she was your own. And Joel, a sort of brutish man who deep down just wanted to feel needed. They were your family.

As soon as you settled in Jackson, Maria had given you all some jobs so you could earn your share. You took the job willingly, it beat whatever it was you were doing in the QZ before.

Maria had assigned you to the kitchen after you told her you used to enjoy baking. It made you happy someone had listened to your interests. It also made you feel needed in this tight knit community.

On your first day you met the rest of the staff, including the chef, Luke, who you had seemed to hit it off with. He agreed to show you some secrets around town later on that evening and you were excited to learn all the ins and outs.

After a successful day at work, Luke had found you when you had just finished sweeping the floor.

"Hey, ready for that tour?" Luke said as he leaned against the door frame.

"Yep! Just let me put the broom away."

"Oh, I got it." He replied taking the broom from your hands.

It had been so long since you had seen someone that just wanted to help out another person. It was refreshing. You smiled to yourself and untied your apron, sliding it over your head. You hung it on your newly designated hook and went to find Luke.

You turned the corner running straight into him. You began to fall but he caught you by your waist. It was a bit of an awkward position, almost like he was dipping you while slow dancing.

He looked into your eyes and you swore you saw him look at your lips.

You were about to say something when someone cleared their throat from across the room. You glanced over to see Joel standing there with his arms crossed.

"Now, if you're done putting your hands on my woman, I'd like to take her home." Joel said, sounding disgruntled.

Your eyebrows furrowed at his words. His woman? Since when were you his?

Without realizing it you were returned to your own two feet. Luke retreated away from you with his hands up in surrender.

"Sorry man, didn't realize she was spoken for. Although that was purely friendly."

"Uh huh, I'm sure it was. Let's go sweetheart." Joel looked at your before stalking off. You didn't know what else to do but follow after him.

You tried to keep up with him but he was walking so fast.

"Joel! Wait up! I can't-" He stopped suddenly, turning to look at you. He looked angry, really angry.

"What the hell were you doing?" He said, venom dripping from his words.

"Luke he said he was going to show me around town, he was being nice!"

"Luke..." He said his name like it was a curse.

He scoffed before speaking again, "Nice my ass! He was trying to get in your pants."

"And so what if he was?" You really didn't understand what his problem was. Joel and you were never anything romantic. Although you wanted you two to be. You had started to give up on that fantasy because you never thought Joel would feel the same.

"He can't have what's mine." He stepped closer to you so that his face was inches from yours.

"Since when was I yours?" You were starting to lose your confidence in the argument. He was too close to you, you couldn't think.

"Since you decided to come along with Ellie and I. Since you made me fall in love with you just being so...so..." He lost his words and glanced at your lips.

"You love me?" You questioned.

"Yes, I love you. Goddamnit Y/N you're perfect. You're beautiful and strong and you are so good with Ellie. I just-"

"Fuck Joel, I love you too. What the hell took you so long to tell me?"

"Don't know, guess I was scared darlin'."

"Joel Miller scared? Now that's something I thought I'd never see."

He laughed. He placed his hands on your arms, rubbing the fabric over them.

"You make me so scared. I'm scared I'm gonna lose you or that I'm going to let you down. Hell! When I saw you with him I thought I was done for!" Another laugh.

"Do you wanna kiss me?" You questioned, reaching your hands behind his neck.

"More than anything."

He leaned down and met your lips. The kiss was slow. You could feel so much emotion behind it. One of his hands made its way to the back of your head, bringing you in closer.

"Fucking finally!" You two pulled away at the intrusion. Ellie was standing there with an exasperated look on her face.

"You two have been pining over each other for months! It's been driving us all insane!"

"Us?" You questioned.

"Tommy, Maria, and I. We all took bets on how long it would take you two to finally admit your feelings. Shit! I gotta go get my winnings!" And with that she ran off towards the houses.

"ELLIE WILLIAMS YOU DID NOT BET ON MY LOVE LIFE!" Joel yelled after her starting to move to go after her.

You grabbed his hand. He looked at you questioningly.

"Let her go. She's a kid, if you want to yell at anyone, I'd yell at Tommy. He's an adult, he knows better."

"You're right I'm going to go kill my brother." He pecked your lips and walked off in the direction Ellie just ran in.

You shook your head. God, did you love your family.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller fluff #joel miller angst #joel miller fanfic #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fanfictions #joel miller story #joel miller scenario #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #the last of us #last of us joel #the last of us joel #last of us #last of us fanfiction #the last of us fanfiction #ellie williams

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adarkermiserablecrow · 1 month

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As much as I love Tommy calling Buck 'Evan', it also kind of feels like an omen.

(Bear with me a little, the buck/evan distinctions get a bit uhh).

Canon reasoning aside, as symbolism, it's clear-cut. Evan is the man Buck used to be, the kid he used to be, and with this piece of himself finally falling into place, there's some healing to be had for that past version of Buck as well. It's the start of a journey, and Buck can't make it if Evan doesn't as well.

And I've seen Buck referred to as a mask, a protection of Evan, but I think he's the man Evan evolved into. He got the nickname in the fire academy and never looked back, and there's something obvious about the way he stopped being Evan just as he became a firefighter and found his place with the 118. (Buck 1.0 was a mask, at least in part, but that's another story.)

For years, he has been Buck. Maddie is the only one who knew him when he was Evan, and she does call him by his name sometimes. There's also Eddie's infamous listen-to-me-goddamnit line. But that line during the will reveal works because 'Evan' is so jarring, not just to the viewers, but to Buck himself too. Even in s6, Chimney calls him Evan in front of the Buckley parents, and Buck is in the background looking confused as hell. It's not his name anymore, not really.

And I guess what I'm trying to say with all this is that Tommy calling him Evan (while cute) feels like it sets up the relationship to end. Because Evan doesn't really exist anymore; he's a part of Buck, certainly. All of us carry our past selves around, we're never really free of the people we used to be. But Buck grew beyond Evan, he grew up a bit and found his place in the world.

He's back to being Evan now that he's finding his footing with this new facet of himself. But in everything else he's still Buck. And I'm not sure it's insignificant.

#'one of the things that make the pairing unique also spells their downfall' or smth idk #is this anything?#911 season 7 #911 spec #911 on abc #evan buckley #911 meta #i guess?#911 speculation #crow rambles while high on sleep deprivation #that tag is very literal it's 7am and Im only now going to sleep #buddie #911 #tagging it as buddie even though i didnt explicitly say anything about it but yknow.#911 spoilers #<- not really but you never know

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weemswife · 10 months

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Work exhaustion

Larissa Weems x Female reader

Summary: Reader works as a part-time assistant for a fashion editor, so sometimes she can have very long and exhausting days at photoshoots, and this day was one of them.

Author's note: so yeah this is my first ever fanfic that i have written so please be kind lol, and this fic is maybe more like ‘day in my life’ kind of fic and is more focused on the reader than Larissa. And the fic is actually briefly based on my recent workday but i of course changed many things. Btw i would love to know your thoughts on this fic, and please remember that english is NOT my first language. And this is probably the messiest fanfic ever lmao.

Warnings: a brief mention of sexual content, exhaustion, a bit of strong language, bad english i think that's it but please let me know if you think other ways. ty :)

Word count: 2357

*alarm sound goes on*

“Goddamnit” you mumbled quickly turning off the alarm so you wouldn't wake the sleeping woman next to you.

you checked the time on your phone and it was 6:40am. You weren't a morning person at all so it took all of you not to go back to sleep because you knew how long your day was going to be.

You quietly got up from the bed the two of you shared, you didn't want to wake up Larissa because the school hasn't started yet so she could sleep a bit longer than normally even though she would be doing work things on her computer during the day, she didn't have to wake up at 5am like she normally did. You walked to the bathroom that was connected to your large bedroom and did your morning routines, after that you quietly gathered all the things you needed from the bedroom and went to the kitchen/livingroom to change your clothes that you already chose last night, (the outfit was just a dark blue hoodie and jeans) after changing your clothes you started making your breakfast which was just a piece of bread with cheese and cucumber slices on it and of course you had your morning coffee.

After breakfast you took your favourite smoothie from the fridge and putted it in your bag because you knew that you needed something to drink during the day, you checked the time on your phone and it was 7:18am, two minutes before you had to leave, so you quickly checked that you got everything and putted your leather jacket and shoes on and then you opened the door of your so called apartment and left.

Walking through the empty hallways of the Nevermore Academy you took your headphones from the front pocket of your hoodie and putted them on your ears, after that you opened the Spotify app on your phone and pressed play on the ‘This is Fleetwood Mac’ playlist that you listened all the time and the first song that started playing was one of your favourites songs that Larissa actually introduced to you and it was song called ‘Say you will’.

When you finally got out of the school you checked the time and it was 7:22am, you had 13 minutes before your bus to the city you were today going would stop on your closest bus-station, so you started walking toward the bus-station on your normal walking pace which some people wouldn't consider as a normal walking because you were actually a very fast walker, you had always been that way and you believe that you got it from your dad because he was also a very fast walker and of course one reason could be that you were together with Larissa because literally her one step was same as normal person taking two steps. And in your opinion you didn't have problems with keeping up on Larissa’s walking pace when the two of you were walking in the forest or in just around Jericho.

When you got to the bus-station you checked the time on your phone and it was 7:31am so you still had four minutes left before your bus would be there.

The 4 minutes passed and you finally got on the bus where you would be sitting the next 40 minutes. The only thing that kept you together during the bus trip was music, it was probably one of the most important things in your life and as cliche as it was you believed that you couldn't seriously live without it.

The 40 minutes passed very quickly and you realised that your stop would be next. You waited for a moment before the bus stopped and you got off. You then started walking to a studio where you would start your day with the photographer, your boss and the model. You were supposed to be at the studio at 8:30am but when you arrived in front of the building you checked the time on your phone and it was 8:22am, you were early as always. Then you realised that the door that led into the studio was slightly open and you were glad about it, because if the door was closed you would have call your boss so she could open it and you really didn't like calling to her so now that you got the change you opened the door a bit more so you could get in and closed it behind your back.

From inside the studio was quiet so you thought that there was no one except you so when you walked a bit forward into the studio you almost freaked out when all of sudden you saw Annie. “Hi” said she “hi, what are you doing here?” you asked “oh well i’ll be the assistant for the photographer today.” she answered. “Okay well i'm happy that you’re here ” you said, you liked Annie even though this was the second time you actually met her, but she was much more energetic and helpful than you were. You didn't have anything to do so you just chatted a moment with her before she got a text message that she would have to go to the grocery store to get breakfast for your crew.

After a couple of hours everything was ready in the studio and you left to the location with the crew, you literally needed two cars because there was so much stuff that the photographer needed and also the clothes took a lot of space.

After you arrived at a small building that was in the area where the photo shooting would happen you were told that you would be staying the whole time in the building guarding the clothes etc.

So you just sat there and after everytime the shot for one look was done you of course helped the model change, there were 8 different outfits that would be photographed. Of course after your boss realised that you were just chilling during the shoots she made you do a million different kind of things that you had literally never done before.

The photo shoot took only 4 hours and when you were done you had to pack everything and carry all the bags to the car that would take them back to the studio. After everybody was ready you just left, it took a while to get to the studio but when you finally got there you started packing everything away with Annie.

After spending two hours in the studio packing all the clothes, shoes and bags with Annie you were finally free to go and you were exhausted. You thought that it was actually almost funny how tired you were, because all you did during the day was sitting around and help the model get out of the clothes and change in new ones, maybe it was the packing or the fact you slept only 5 hours during last night, or the lack of food or the fact you were working almost 10 hours straight, but honestly it didn't matter. When you left the studio and started walking towards the bus-station with Annie you took your phone from the back pocket of your jeans and texted Larissa:

“I’ll be home in one hour and i haven't eaten much today…”

You checked the time and it was almost 6pm so Larissa should be done with her work for the day, so you waited a few moments when you saw that she had seen your messages and then she started writing you back.

“Oh sweetheart, that doesn't sound good, i’ll make you something to eat when you get home:).”

You just replied with “<3”. And then you put your phone back in your pocket.

You realised that you were already at the bus-station so you waited with Annie for your buses to come, her bus came first so you said goodbyes and then she went in and the bus left. You checked the time on your phone and it was 6:01pm three minutes before your bus comes. So you took your headphones from your bag and put them on your ears and started listening to Fleetwood Mac again.

3 minutes pass and you are already in the bus where you will sit for the next 40 minutes again..

The 40 minutes pass surprisingly quickly when you try your best not to fall asleep and you realise that your stop is next so you get out of your seat and wait for the bus to stop and you get out. After getting out your tired mind realised that you have to walk to the school, you were still exhausted. Honestly you wished that you didn't have to take another step today, but you really didn't have choices because it was too late to call Larissa to come and get you and also you didn’t want to bother her anyway. So you started walking the road that led to the school knowing that it would take much more time than it normally took.

Almost 15 minutes later, almost at the school you tried your best to walk even a bit faster knowing that in just a moment you would be at home with Larissa. Opening the main door of the school you started walking towards your apartment door, when you came face to face with a large wooden door you unlocked it with your key and went in.

Inside the apartment Larissa was buzzing around your small kitchen while making food for you, but when she heard you opening the door she immediately turned to see you coming into the room.

“Hi” you said with a small voice, you seriously didn't even have the energy to speak anymore.

“Hi” she answered while walking towards you she saw how exhausted you looked and when she was close enough to touch you she took you into her arms and hugged you.

She eventually let go and started walking back to the kitchen so she could finish the food.

“The food is almost ready dear, so please take your shoes and jacket off and go to sit on the sofa.”

You didn't even realise that you still had your shoes and jacket on so you took them off and walked slowly towards the sofa and tried your best to stay awake.

Meanwhile Larissa has finished the food she made which was chicken and rice because she knew you loved it. She then came towards you and sat next to you on the sofa while speaking quietly.

“The food is ready now sweetheart, you can eat it on the sofa but first you need to change into more comfortable clothing, i can go get the clothes for you but what do you want?” she almost whispered.

“Maybe an oversized t-shirt and my black pyjama pants would be nice” you answered.

“All right, i’ll be right back dear” she said while getting up from the sofa.

A couple of minutes passed and when she came back she saw you almost half asleep.

You were almost falling asleep until you heard Larissa’s footsteps coming towards you. Now she knelt in front of you and said,

“I’ll help you to change your clothes now if you allow me?”

You just answered by nodding your head.

Then she took the hem of your shirt into her hands and started moving it upwards.

“Darling, could you please raise your hands for me so i can take this hoodie off?” she asked.

You did what you were told and lazily raised your hands so Larissa could get the hoodie off easier.

After she had almost completely undressed you and the only things you still had on were bra and underwear, Larissa watched you for a moment while sitting on the floor in front of you.

Usually this sight would turn her on in seconds but she knew that you could fall asleep in any minute so she gathered herself from the floor and started dressing you in her old oversized t-shirt that had a picture of Stevie Nicks on it and after putting on the shirt she helped you into the pyjama pants.

After that she went back to the kitchen to get you some food, she then returned to the sofa where you were sitting and handed you the plate.

You started slowly eating the food that Larissa had made for you, while she sat next to you and watched while you ate.

After finishing the food you thanked Larissa and leaned your head on her shoulder.

She didn't first even realise that you had fallen asleep until she started hearing that you breath steadied and when you didn't answer anything when she whispered into your ear.

Larissa let you sleep for a while before she slowly stood up and you still didn't wake up. She then gathered you into her arms and lifted you up from the sofa and carried you into your bedroom.

She put you down on the bed and went to the bedroom to get your hairbrush and a small tube of gel that you put on your face every night before going to bed.

After she finished doing your nighttime routines for you and you were still sleeping Larissa just moved you so your position would be more comfortable and then she covered most of your body with the blanket so you wouldn't feel cold during the night.

She then left the bedroom and went back to the kitchen/livingroom and made sure that all things were where they should be so that you wouldn't have to worry about that in the morning.

After cleaning Larissa returned to the bedroom and started doing her own nighttime routines, letting her hair down and brushing it, changing into something more comfortable, doing her skincare routines etc.

After she was done with the nighttime routines Larissa climbed into the bed and carefully pulled your body close to hers so she could spoon you from behind, then she whispered “good night my love”

And closed her eyes.

#gwendoline christie #larissa weems #larissa weems fics #larissa weems x reader #principal weems

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littlerat2 · 2 days

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"Is now a good time to tell you we're dating?"

Ship: Romantic Prinxiety

Warnings: Kissing. I think that's it but as always, please feel free to let me know if there's any I should add!

Word Count: 822

AO3: Currently unavailable, cause I'm posting this on my phone, and I have no clue how to post on AO3 on mobile, and I'm on a bit of a time crunch, but it should be available on AO3 in a few hours (unless I forget).

Summary: Just some fluffy Prinxiety I wrote very late at night. Probably a little OOC, but it was like, 4 AM, so shhh. Originally wasn't gonna post it, but my friends really liked it, and one threatened to eat my social security card if I didn't XD

Authors Note: Thank you so so so much to @logan-the-artist and @cats-soups for beta reading this fic!! And thank you guys for your kind words, and also for just like, being fuckin' awesome people!

Virgil awoke missing the warmth Roman provided. They’d spent the night cuddling and watching Disney movies, and Virgil had actually gotten some good sleep. But now his prince was gone. He wasn’t there to kiss the pinch out of Virgil’s browline, and play with his hair.

He wasn’t having it.

He got up to look for his prince, shivering as his feet touched the cold floor. He checked the time. It was ten AM, about two hours before he usually got up. He briefly considered going back to bed, but goddamnit, he missed Roman, and he wanted a kiss.

So he walked out of his room and down the stairs sleepily. He was met with Patton, who was tidying up in the kitchen, humming a happy little tune.

“Oh, hey there, kiddo! You’re up early!”

“Morning, Pat,” Virgil mumbled with a yawn. “Have you seen Roman?”

“He’s in the living room with Janus and Remus,” Patton smiled. “Logan might be in there, too. I’m not sure.”

“Thanks,” Virgil said, offering a sleepy smile as he walked towards the living room.

That was a problem. Roman and Virgil hadn’t told the others they were dating yet. Not for Roman’s lack of trying. He’d been ready to tell the others for a few weeks now, but Virgil insisted they wait just a little longer. He wasn’t sure why. He knew the others wouldn’t care, but that didn’t calm his nerves. Thankfully, Roman was being very patient. He said they’d tell the others when Virgil was ready.

Virgil wasn’t ready to tell the others, per say. He didn’t want to have that awkward conversation just yet. But he was ready to stop hiding. And he really wanted to kiss Roman’s stupid face.

Then it was settled. He’d decided. He was going to kiss Roman’s stupid face in front of everyone. And then, he wouldn’t have to hide the fact that he wanted to kiss his stupid face ever again.

He stepped into the living room. Janus and Remus were listening to Roman talk about a podcast about gay vampires Virgil had gotten him into. He waved his hands wildly with each passionate word.

Virgil loved how passionate he could get. He loved listening to him talk about his interests. And he loved that he got to share this interest with him. He loved how excited he was to share with Janus and Remus, just like Virgil had been with him.

He made eye contact with Roman. The way his expression softened, just enough for Virgil to notice, and no one else. Oh, it had him smitten.

He all but sprinted towards Roman. He stood on his tiptoes, pulling Roman down by the collar of his shirt. He pressed his lips to Roman’s, his heart pounding in the way it always did when they kissed.

He could feel Roman’s initial surprise fade into contentment, if the way he smiled against his lips was anything to go by. Virgil smiled too, as Roman wrapped his arms around his back, warm and gentle.

He could feel Janus’ and Remus’ eyes on him and Roman, but oddly enough, he didn’t quite care. All he really cared about right now was the lips under his, and the man they belonged to. They were addictive.

He wanted to remain ensnared by Roman’s mouth, but figured he should probably let the taller man return to his conversation. So he leaned against Roman’s chest with a content hum, enjoying his warmth for half a second before looking up at him. A smirk grew on the prince’s face, his eyes alight with mischief, trained on something behind Virgil.

He turned around, seeing Janus’ and Remus’ mouths agape, shock plastered on their faces, as well as Patton’s, who had emerged from where Virgil did just a moment ago.

Roman burst into bright laughter that made Virgil’s chest warm. “Is now a good time to tell you we’re dating?”

The other three just gaped at them for a moment longer, not saying anything even as Logan walked in, his brows furrowed in confusion at the scene.

“Would anyone like to explain why we’re staring at Roman and Virgil?” He asked.

Janus just sputtered for a moment, before giving up. Remus took this as an opportunity.

“I- you- Virgil is dating my brother?”

“You didn’t know?” Logan asked, and Virgil shot him a look.

“You knew?”

“I may be trash at social cues, Virgil, but even I have picked up on the smirks you two share during dinner and movie nights,” Logan deadpanned. “And, my room is right next to yours. You two keep me up all night talking. You aren't exactly quiet.”

Virgil winced lightly. “Sorry about that.”

“That's quite alright. It’s well worth it.” Logan smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling softly. “You two have seemed far happier than I've ever seen you. I'm glad.”

“Aw, thanks, Lo.” Virgil elbowed Logan softly.

“Of course.”

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