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e-dubbc11 · 3 months

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If you'd like to here's a wee request for your winter sleepover! ☃️

F!Reader, Frank, and Billy are friends but Bill knows damn well that you and Frank have been eyeing each other up for ages but neither has been bold enough to make a move. Maybe he intervenes and stages something cute or where they're forced to be together alone, and things get fluffy and sweet between them ☺️🥰

Stef! Thank you for sending in this ask! I’ve never really written for Frank as the object of the reader’s affection before but this was fun! I hope you like it!

Bullseye

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Frank Castle x F! Reader; supporting character Billy Russo

Warnings: Swear words, mentions of a divorce and a miscarriage, mention of the death of Frank’s family (Billy was no part of it in this little au, I can’t write that, I just can’t), and fluff

Word Count: 1.5K-ish

Summary: You join your friends dart league. She thinks it will be good for you to get out of the house and also thinks someone new might catch your eye.

A/N: I guess you could say this is my first Frank fic. Just a little meet cute. I wasn’t sure who to tag for this one, I hope it’s ok I just put everyone from my Billy tag list on this one

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

“What do I know about throwin’ darts?!” You asked with narrowed eyes and a slight scowl on your face, planting another dart near the bullseye.

“You know a lot more than you think you do, that’s for sure, y/n!” Jamie said. “I’ve never seen anyone that has picked it up like you have.”

Taking a sip of your beer, you replied, “Jamie, I’m just messin’ around, I don’t know shit about throwin’ them, let alone enough to be in the league with you.”

She took a sip from her glass.

“Come on! It’s just for fun anyway! I get a break from my husband and the kids for a few hours a week and you…” she paused, “You get a break from your couch.”

“HEY!” You said, slightly perturbed at her statement. Although she wasn’t wrong. You haven’t really been out much since your divorce.

After a couple of beers and a few casual rounds of darts, you agreed to join Jamie’s league. She had been wanting you to join and be on her team for awhile now. She also thought it would be the perfect way to get you out of the house and among the land of the living again.

The divorce was hard on you. After your miscarriage, your ex-husband withdrew from you and there was no coming back from it. The distance was too far and he thought it would be best if you just separated. HE thought it would be best…he didn’t care what you wanted.

But if he didn’t want to try and work through the pain and the hurt of it all, then you didn’t want to either. He found someone new right away and his new wife was ready to give birth any day now which is why you were out with Jamie, trying to drink your problems away…even if it was just for a little while.

“Ok, that was a little harsh. Your ex is a dickhead who abandoned you at your lowest point and I would do anything to see you genuinely happy again.” Said Jamie.

With a shy smile, you said, “I’d really like to be happy again too.”

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Your weekly outing of throwing darts was a lot more fun than you thought it would be. Plus, the scenery was great…Frank Castle and Billy Russo. Billy was traditionally handsome, deep brown eyes, well-groomed beard, nice clothes, and a sexy voice. But Frank…there was just something about him that drew you in.

He wasn’t traditionally handsome like Billy but Frank just had something that had you stealing glances when he wasn’t looking. The deep gruff tone to his voice was incredibly sexy; you could tell his nose had been broken on more than one occasion but that just made him more attractive to you.

Jamie let him teach you the rules and regulations of the game. She knew he would have to get close, possibly put his hands on you to show you some things. She kind of had a feeling you might be into Frank.

“Is THIS why you wanted me to join?!” You whispered yelled into her ear.

Jamie’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Whaaaat? Nothing wrong with a little handsome scenery. If I wasn’t married, I’d ride Billy like a rented mule but I thought Frank seemed more like your type.” She said.

Looking over at Frank and Billy talking, you bit back a smile and turned back to talk to Jamie. “Frank is very handsome and he’s very sweet. He has sadness in his eyes though.”

After you said that, Jamie went on to tell you that Frank had a family. He had a wife and two kids. Billy had told her what happened to them, helped Frank get even for what those assholes did but it’s not like it brings them back.

That story broke you. To have your whole family taken from you and there was nothing you could do to stop it sounded excruciating. You had lost a baby but nothing like what Frank had been through.

Billy and Frank were still talking.

“Frankie…” Said Billy.

Frank, continuing to practice, replied, “Yeah…what is it, Bill?”

“I’m gonna go out on a limb and say that y/n has a little bit of a crush on you.” Billy said with a wide Cheshire cat smile.

Frank took a glance over his shoulder at you.

“Ya think so huh? Well you would notice that, right Bill?” Said Frank. “She is beautiful but her eyes are sad. Wonder what happened to her?”

Your first week of playing darts, you had a little too much beer and told Billy about your divorce, your miscarriage, and how your ex walked out on you. It probably wasn’t one of your finer moments but it was out there now and you couldn’t take it back.

Anger stretched across Frank’s face. “Fuckin’ scumbag.” He growled.

Billy had a serious tone to his voice. “Look Frankie, she's experienced loss too albeit a little different from yours…you should talk to her. Plus, she blushes every time you look at her.”

Frank stopped throwing darts, looked at Billy and replied, “A loss is a loss Bill, it hurts no matter what. Yeah, maybe I will talk to her.”

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You and Frank continued to dance around each other for another few weeks. They were filled with stolen glances and smiles. Frank did give you a few lessons on how to throw a little better.

You could feel his warm breath against the top of your ear, the way his shoulder touched yours when he would stand behind you, and the gravelly tone to his voice gave you goosebumps as he was giving you pointers.

“Good…line it up now, yeah? That’s it. Now remember, a short hard flick of the wrist and…let it go, sweetheart. That’s better, stable grip and not too tight. Attagirl.” He said with a smirk.

It wasn’t easy to get a smile out of Frank but it looked good on him. You, on the other hand, were elated after hitting three bullseyes in a row.

After taking a sip of beer, Frank asked, “You been divorced long? Sorry, I’m not exactly subtle. Bill mentioned it to me.”

“Yeah, I told Billy a lot that night, didn’t I.” You said, slightly embarrassed.

“Bill has a big mouth sometimes but he’s trying to help.” He said. “He’s tryin’ to play matchmaker is what he’s doin’.”

Heat rose to your cheeks, you felt butterflies in your stomach, and warmth stretched across your chest. You tried to cover your face a little so Frank couldn’t see you blushing.

Frank brought up your divorce but you decided against talking about his family; maybe you would just let him bring it up if he ever felt comfortable enough to.

Noticing it was a little too quiet in the bar, you took a sip from your glass and looked around. No one from your team was in sight, not Jamie, not Billy…nobody. You only saw members of the team you were supposed to be playing in a few minutes.

“Frank?” You asked.

“Yeah sweetheart?” Asked Frank, holding the dark and aiming it at the target.

“Where…where did everyone go?” You asked.

With narrowed eyes and a furrowed brow, Frank took a quick look around the bar, then took a look outside. Billy’s car was gone and so was Jamie’s. Frank stormed back inside and took out his phone as you tried to stifle a smile.

“I’ll kill him; he’s my ride home.” Said Frank.

Frank stepped away so you couldn’t really hear his conversation with Billy.

As Frank walked back to where you were standing, you asked, “What did he say? Where are they?”

Frank smirked, putting his phone back in his pocket, he replied, “Well, he said he’s not telling us where they went, that they forfeited the match, and we should relax, have a drink and get to know each other a little better. He’ll be back later to get me.”

“They forfeited!? I HATE losing! Jamie knows that I HATE to lose!” You said with clenched fists and through gnashed teeth.

“I hate to lose; Bill does too but he always said if it was for the greater good then it was ok.” Frank said in a low voice with a slight smile.

You smiled warmly at him. “You must be the greater good for him then.”

Frank inched closer, you could feel his warm breath against your eyelashes as he replied, “I guess I am. He’s a good friend.” Pointing at your glass and walking away from you, toward the bar, he asked, “You ready for a refill, sweetheart?”

For the first time in a long time, you had gone through a stretch of time without thinking about your ex-husband or feeling sorry for yourself.

Maybe you were finally ready to move on with your life and enjoy the little things in it like darts with friends and drinks with a handsome man with kind brown eyes.

“Oh…yes please. I am…very ready.” You said softly.

You were definitely excited for more nights like this.

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soberrsoon · 10 months

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NEW FAN HERE! 🤍

Can I request a Tom x Reader. Where they used to be childhood friends then got separated. But then she got famous and he saw him at an award show but she didn't recognize him but he did. And at the end they got together or something. It's more like a slow burn romance.

T. KAULITZ x READER

★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you unknowingly meet with your childhood friend after being separated.

★ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: swearing

★ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i love this idea sm omggg 😍 my feeds been super dry and my fav writer hasn’t posted in weeks!! 😭 i wasn’t gonna post since i’ve been lazy but i figured you guys must be bored too, not having anything to read lately so here it is!! ❤️

when you were young, you lived in germany. you had a happy life there and lots of friends until your parent decided to move over to the states, but it wasn’t an easy process since you had already made many friends. you don’t remember much of germany now, only holding on to but and pieces of distant memories. your parents would tell you a lot about it though since they remember more than you. they told you about how you were best friends with another boy in your neighborhood and that when you left, he cried all day. you unfortunately don’t remember him at all but you try not to dwell on it since you were a major popstar now.

when your family left germany, your mom signed you up for tons of talent shows and pageants. you were enrolled in vocal lessons until one day you had your big break. many years later, you were a household name and almost everyone knew you. it was now present day and you were getting ready for an awards show. you heard that a german band would be there and you were excited to finally put your german to use. in the dressing room, you got your makeup done and got changed into a beautiful gown. you just knew you were going to get the award this time, after all you worked so hard to get to where you were.

you finally made your way to your seat and you greeted fellow celebrities. you were looking around for the german band but to no avail and before you knew it, the ceremony was starting.

awards after awards were announced before the ‘singer of the year’ award was presented. you were practically at the edge of your seat, praying your name would be called. your hands heart was almost beating out of your chest as the announcer opened her mouth. “and the award goes to… ______!” she said as the crowd all cheered and clapped. you were crying tears of joy as you walked up to the stage to receive your award. as you gave your speech, you noticed someone in the crowd that caught your eye. he was wearing clothes ten times his size and he had locs.

you thought he was cute and you two made eye contact for a split second before you finished your speech up and went back to your seat. after the ceremony was over, a lot of other celebrities walked up to you and started congratulating you. after that, you did a few interviews and headed to the after party, not before getting changed though. you slipped into something less formal and more casual and you were on your way.

surprisingly, you didn’t know many celebrities at all so you stood by yourself until a familiar face walked up to you. it was the cute boy you saw at the awards ceremony. “hi,” he said, studying your face. “hey,” you replied with a smile, glad that such a cute boy was talking to you. “what’s your name?” you asked him. he looked upset by that question and his expression changed. “oh, i’m tom,” he said.

you didn’t understand why he looked so upset and you thought it had something to do with you. “do you remember me?” he asked. you started thinking about everyone you’ve ever crossed paths with in your life but nothing came up. “i’m sorry, i really don’t. where do you know me from? have you heard one of my songs before?” you asked. he looked really upset now and let out a sigh. before he could say anything a bit with very big black hair walked up to tom. “tom what are you doing? let’s get some drinks!” he said before looking at you.

“hey isn’t that ______ from when we were kids?” you heard him whisper in german. you realized that he was in the german band that you had heard of. “well, talk to you later then,” tom said before leaving with his twin, his face filled with sadness. they left so quick that you couldn’t get a word in. you started thinking about your childhood, hoping to scrounge up some memories about a boy. you couldn’t think of anything until you thought about what the little boy that cried when you left for the states that your parents would talk about. you stood there for bit, trying to process what had just happened before going to catch up with tom.

you had felt bad for not remembering him so you figured you would go and apologize. the party venue was big so it took you a while before you found them. tom was by the couches, sitting with a girl. you don’t know why, but you were a little hurt. you watched him for a bit not knowing wha to do. this left you in an awkward position, you didn’t know whether to approach him anyway or just leave and hope to catch him some other time to apologize, you went with the second plan. before you left though you felt a hand on your shoulder. it was tom’s twin. “hey, ______,” he said.

you didn’t remember his name, “hey…?” you replied back. “wow, you really don’t remember me huh,” he said. “it’s bill,” you felt bad again for not remembering yet another name. “bill! right, sorry for not remembering. it’s been awhile,” you said awkwardly laughing.

“tom’s really upset isn’t he? i didn’t mean to hurt him, i seriously didn’t know. i remember a little now though, from what my parents tell me at least,” you explained to bill. “it’s alright haha he’ll get over it, maybe you should talk to him,” hills suggested. “well i tried but he’s a little occupied,” you said, pointing at tom on the couch with the girl. “he’s always like that by the way,” bill said. “i figured,” you replied.

“wanna get a drink?” bill asked. “i was about to go but sure,” you said, following him to the bar. you didn’t notice tom’s eyes following the two of you though. you and bill talked for a bit before he suggested going back to his hotel room. “i’m not looking to do anything i’ll regret, you know,” you said to bill. “oh! of course not? the party is just really loud and i want to get out of here,” he said. you sighed with relief before you got up and followed bill to his hotel.

at this point the both of you were already drunk. you guys started messing around in his room, you put some of bill’s clothes on and you guys tried on tom’s and raconteurs clothes for a bit. you were in the middle of impersonating tom and you didn’t notice the door opening. bill looked mortified and told you to turn around. you face dropped and turned super red when you’d aw tom behind you. bill immediately started laughing when he saw your face.

“uh…” you said not knowing what to do. you started undressing immediately, ripping tom’s clothes off your body as slipped back into yours. “i’m really drunk right now and we were wearing each others clothes and,” you kept on rambling before tom said something to bill. “why would you bring her here? the room is a mess!” he said to bill. he rolled his eyes and ignored tom before looking at you. “uh anyways i need to tell you something. i do remember you from when we were kids. my parents would tell me about you and how you cried when i moved,” you explained to tom.

“uhm anyways i should get back to my hotel,” you said before letting tom speak. “i’ll walk you,” he said. you shrugged, “why not?” you asked, leaving with tom. “bye ______” bill said. “do you remember the games we would as kids?” tom asked. “a little i suppose. thinking about it now i didn’t do much as a kid,” you said. “yeah, i remember i would always be the one to knock on your door,” he said. you both laughed as you walked. you looked at tom more and more and you couldn’t help but think he was extremely attractive, just your type.

“so bill tells me you’re a flirt,” you said to tom. “he did? oh yeah i guess, if a girl’s hot then i have to approach here, right?” he said. you weren’t the type to do one night stands. you’ve always wanted something that would last. “wouldn’t a solid relationship with someone be good too though?” you asked. “i guess, my last girlfriend cheated on me though,” he said. “sorry i guess?” you didn’t know what to say. you thought about how different tom was from when you guys were kids, he had really grown.

“why did you move anyway? i was really hurt when you left,” he said. “i dunno i guess my mom wanted to live in the states. did you kiss me or something?” you asked. “yeah, i missed you a lot. i even tried looking for you,” he said. “well now i feel bad for moving,” you said while laughing. “anyways my hotel’s right there,” you said, pointing to the building nearby. “wait, can i get your number?” he asked. “sure,” you said as you reached for his phone. you saw his contacts list and he had a lot of girls in there. as you walked up to your room, you were a bit disappointed by tom’s new personality, he really was a player.

you developed a crush on him over the past week, which you didn’t want to admit. he would call and text you all the time now, initiating hang outs just like when you two were kids. you decided to tell your friend cassie all about it at her house. “yeah so basically that’s how i met him again,” you said, finishing up your story. “oh i’ve heard about him, he’s really popular with the girls right?” she asked. “yeah, i saw his contacts list when he asked for my number and it was filled with girls,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“so are you gonna go for him then?” she asked. “i don’t know, it’s kinda weird right now. he’s always asking to hang out but at the same time, sleeping around with girls. maybe he only sees me as a friend,” you said, disappointed. you looked down at your phone and noticed a text from tom. “want to hang out at my place tonight?” read the text. “he’s asking me to hang again,” you told cassie. “you going?” she asked. “i can’t say no,” you said as you replied to his text with a smile. “they’re going back to germany soon, i don’t know what to do,” you said. “honestly shoot your shot, what’s the worst that could happen? if it doesn’t work he’ll be back in germany and you won’t have to see him,” she said. “that’s smart, i’ll probably do that then,” you said.

as you left cassie’s house, you called tom, asking about tonight’s plans. “want to get dinner?” he asked. “sure, pick me up in 30 minutes,” you said before hanging up. tonight was the night you were going to confess since he was leaving in a few days. you guys have spent the past 2 weeks together, tom decided to stay with you for a bit before going back to germany. you thought he must’ve been crushing too since he went to such lengths to be with you so your confession must be plausible. you got home to get ready, making sure you looked extra dolled up tonight.

tom locked you up right on time and he had already picked the restaurant. like a gentleman, he opened your door for you and you guys walked in. you noticed someone was staring at the two of you thought but you brushed it off as a fan. “what’re you getting?” he asked. “i don’t know everything sounds so good,” you said laughing. “i’ll get whatever you get,” he said as you blushed.

you decided to get a simple pasta dish and it turned out to be delicious. after you guys finished your food, you thought it was time to tell tom. “so tom, we’ve been spending a lot of time together building up our lost childhood memories and i just wanted to say that i“ before you could finish, the same girl you saw following the two of you appeared out of no where. apparently it was one of tom’s failed talking stages by the way they were talking to each other. tom was practically undressing her with his eyes, totally checking her out.

“what a coincidence to see you here tom!” she exclaimed and gave you a look. “not,” you thought in your head, she was totally stalking him, crazy bitch. you looked at tom, hoping he would brush her off or something and continue with dinner. he didn’t though but instead started talking to her leaving you in an awkward place. they were going at it for about 5 minutes before you decided to get up and leave. you didn’t say a word as tom called out for you. “______ wait!” he said.

you tried not to cry as you walked home and to make things worse it started raining. you had no umbrella, no car and most importantly, no tom. when you got home you went straight to bed. the next morning you woke up to calls from tom. he texted and called you multiple times but you just ignored them all and got up. you started making coffee before you got a call from bill and of course you answered. “oh hey bill,” you said, faking enthusiasm. “hey ______, you okay? tom told me that you weren’t answering your calls,” he said sounding worried.

“oh yeah uhm yeah. things are kinda weird right now. i don’t really want to see him anytime soon so,” you explained. “that idiot,” bill said and you could just tell he was rolling his eyes. “but yeah, tell me how the flight back goes okay?” you said before hanging up. you have up on your coffee and went back to bed, laying there for a few minutes. you heard the doorbell ring and you checked the peep hole. it was tom, the last thing you wanted to do was see him so you ignored it. he kept banging on the door and calling your name. “i know you’re in there!” he screamed. the neighbors started looking out to see what all the noise was.

you were starting to get embarrassed so you let him in. “what do you want?” you asked. “______ i’m really sorry about yesterday,” he started off with. “i got carried away seeing my ex and i just forgot all about out date, but i really like you. i wanted you to know before i left,” he said. “if you really like me then how did you forget about our date? i was literally sitting right in front of you,” tom looked sad and you didn’t understand why. if anyone should be said it should be you. “don’t look at me like that,” you said. “______, please,” he pleaded. “look. i like too but if you’re going to waste your time on other girls then just leave now,” you said.

“i promise ______, i won’t do it again,” he said. “really?” you asked. “really,” he said before looking at you with his puppy dog eyes, you couldn’t help but be persuaded. “whatever,” you said as you punched his shoulder with a smile. he broke into a smile too and gave you a hug. “come to germany with me,” he said suddenly. you wish you could but you were just starting a project. “i really can’t tom,” you frowned. “i’m going to be busy, but i’ll visit okay?” you said. he looked upset and you couldn’t help but feel bad.

a few months passed now and tom was still in germany and you were of course in the states. you still kept in touch with tom, but you had a surprise, you were going to visit him without his knowledge. bill was in on the plan and you had just gotten off the phone with him as you finished packing your bags. your flight was early tomorrow morning and you couldn’t wait. you didn’t sleep a wink that night since you were so excited and you couldn’t wait to get in the plane.

you woke up exhausted but you knew it would be worth it in the end you texted bill to tell him that you were on the way to the airport now. you boarded the plane and you were completely knocked out through the whole ride. bill met with you at the airport to give you a ride when you landed. he told you about how much tom had missed you and you were really glad he wanted to see you. when you got to tom’s house you opened the door slowly. he had his headphones in and he was sat facing away from on the kitchen table. you gently tapped his shoulder and his face when he turned around was one you wished you had taken a picture of.

he quickly sat up and gave you a hug, holding on tight to your waist. he spun you around before giving you kisses all over your face. “why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” he asked. “i wanted to surprise you!” you said while blushing. he gave you another hug before giving you a kiss. at this point bill was in his room, ignoring you two. tom showed you his room and you guys relaxed and unpacked before he showed you all the places you two would go to as kids before you guys went home and cuddled to bed.

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k4katsujin · 4 months

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new year's hangover☆

lil drabble where you befriend ghost at the tf141 new year's party... what can possibly go wrong?

content: drunkness, socially anxious-ish reader, ghost being ghost, passing out and hickeys.

author's note: UHHH HAI IM BACK?!?!? icl im kinda hating myself because im posting a drabble instead of a full work.... am sorry.. mi bad mi bad... also im waiting for friday for new invincible content because the brainrot is REALLL

also pls pretend i posted this on new year's eve... HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YALL BTWWWWW

shotout to @unabashedcroissanttreefan bc i want to make her bitter /hj, and to @michelleart8 ! <3

anyway enjoy and pls reblog

wc: 1836

"will you be coming at the new year's party tonight?" price asked as he noticed you filling some paperwork in the common room.

"i dont think so" you sigh, "im not that much of a social person, and i still have a lot of paperwork to fill in,let alone medical files."

"are you sure?" price asked, worried you might overwork yourself, but then an idea suddenly came to his mind. "i heard the lieutenant will be there as well, rumors have it you have a crush on him, so it'd be a good opportunity to actually talk to him, instead of just- avoiding him like you do."

the thought of captain price having noticed you had a crush on ghost sent a bright blush to your cheeks, but you waved those thoughts away.

"even if he was here, that doesn't mean i stand a chance with him" you reply, losing focus on your paperwork, now that the lieutenant was mentioned. "we barely talk anyway, and he seems to hate me so..."

"he seems to hate everyone" price chuckled, "dont take it personally. did the fact that he will be there change your mind?"

"i dont know" you sigh, but your little smile was betraying you. "it will depend on whether i have finished filling those files. at what time will it start?"

"around 7!" price replied with a subtle smile, feeling like he convinced you to come. "oh,and, you can come in a casual outfit, no need to pull up the formal uniform", he winked and left.

the few hours that separated you from the awaited party came, and all of a sudden a sudden peak of anxiety invaded you.

what if everyone made fun of your awful social skills? what if you didnt dress well enough?

your overthinking stopped as you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket; surprisingly enough, it was a text from price.

are you coming? ghost is here 👀

you chuckled as you put on a comfy sweater, and headed to the common room.

"you came!!" price greeted you, smiling brightly at you. "make yourself at ease, go get yourself something to drink, and who knows? maybe alcohol can help you make a move on our lovely lieutenant" he chuckled, before handing you a cup of alcohol.

"do you... want to get me drunk so i could get rid of my social anxiety?" you asked price, raising an eyebrow.

"maybe" he chuckled, already sounding drunk, "is it working?"

"not reall- ouch"

you blushed brightly as you noticed ghost was the one who stumbled into you.

"oi," he said, sounding slightly drunk as well, "im sorry. must've lost my balance, probably drank too much already. you're y/n, right?"

"y-yes," you nod, still not over the interaction, praying he didn't notice the bright blush on your cheeks, "why?"

"because..." he tries to articulate, and nearly fell on the floor, "ive been meaning to tell you... you're doing a great ass good job... dont let my mean words convince you otherwise, k?"

"oh-" you said, taken aback by this sudden demonstration of kindness, your heart melting. "thank you lieutenant..?"

the evening went on, until the cheerful "happy new year!!!" resonated in the walls of the tf141's buildings, everyone happy to finally greet the new year.

the party then came to an end, and so you decided to stay a little longer to help clean the room. once you got done, and got ready to head back to your quarters, you noticed an odd figure.

was ghost... asleep? he sure seemed to. he probably passed out due to all the alcohol he had drank, and you couldn't blame him.

that's how he somehow ended in your quarters - and if you were to be honest, carrying a man as massive as him was NOT an easy thing, but you somehow managed to. you tried your best to put him in a comfortable position on your couch, but bringing him here was already kind enough, wasn't it? so you just left him laying down on the floor, covering his massive frame with a blanket, and put a pillow under his head.

"this sure was a strange new year's day" you thought out loud, "happy new year lieutenant"

just in case something happened to ghost, you decided pull an all nighter (?), and you were right to, well at least, soft of.

in the middle of the night, ghost woke up, seemingly not over his hangover.

"i'll tell you what, y/n, ive always been in love with you." he mumbled, barely able to stand.

your heart dropped at this confession, but you had to stay lucid: he couldn't possibly mean it, it had to be the alcohol, right? that would make no sense if he was in love with you.

but you couldn't help to secretely wish what he was saying was true, after all you know the saying: drunk words are sober thoughts, and now you really hoped the saying was true there.

"lieutenant,you're drunk, you should go back to sle-"

he interrupted you by kissing you, first on the lips, and then moved on to your neck, leaving a little trail of hickeys here and there.

you gave in the kiss, you knew it was wrong, but it felt so good, but quickly waved those thoughts off: it was wrong in any way. he was your superior, and drunk, you couldn't abuse his drunken state like that.

but the feel of his lips on yours sure felt like heaven...

as if nothing happened, he smirked softly as he pulled out of the kiss, and resumed his peaceful slumber on your floor.

however, the next morning was nothing like that.

"looks like someone had fun last night" ghost grumbled as he noticed your many hickeys. "what the fuck am i doing here? and where even is here, and did you poison me? why is my head pounding?" he asked, back to his usual stern self, and you would actually be surprised if he didnt.

"youre in my quarters" you reply as you handed him a cup of anti hangover tea. "i brought you here because we were the only two remaining at the party, and you passed out. and hum... about the hickeys, how much do you remember from last night?" you ask as you look away, embarassed at the thought of last night's passionate kiss.

"i dont remember shit, why?" he asked, sounding more annoyed than mean.

"okay i..." (you sigh) "promise not to get mad at me if i tell you?" (he shakes his head, annoyed) "okay, so... you confessed yesterday." you blurt out, "but that is not all." (you gulp.) "we also kissed and... you gave me those hickeys."

"oh." he said blankly, and you could feel the blush in his voice, despite his mask.

"yeah.." you chuckled awkwardly, not daring to look at him, "but i have one question though. were you honest when you said you... 'always have been in love with me?"

your heartbeat quickened as you waited for his answer, but you had to know.

"would it be weird if i said yes..?" he asked, unable to look at your eyes, and your heart nearly missed a beat. "i mean, youre always doing what youre told to despite the fact that i treat you like shit and... i don't know, i guess that made me develop a kind of soft spot for you... do you happen to feel the same way..?" he asked, and you could feel the vulnerability in his voice.

"i- i think i do..?" you replied, both confused and relieved. "i mean, i always thought you hated me but.. this feels a bit rushed. can we do it again?"

"okay" he nodded, "how does 'hello, my name is simon riley, known as ghost, lieutenant from the task force 141, and i am in love with the wonderful y/n' sounds?" ghost chuckled with a soft smile, loving at you with loving eyes.

"much better" you reply with a soft smile, butterflies fluttering in your stomach, way better.

later on that day, when you and ghost headed to the briefing room hand in hand, price couldn't help but let out a small laugh.

"see? seems like alcohol can do wonders" he whispered, and it made you let out a small chuckle as well.

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Post ACOSF Elucien snippet

Elain stared absently at the wall of the strange apartment. Not strange in that it looked odd, honestly most homes in Velaris had a very samey feel to them, but in that she hadn't expected to find herself coming here of all places. But where else did she have to go? There was not one place in this city that she could call her own. And going to her room in Feyre's new home was not an option. Not while the others were still there recovering from the night of Nesta's mating ceremony.

It hadn't just been the necklace... It was everything about the situation. How happy Gwyn looked as she twirled around in a corner with a veritable pack of shadows. How Azriel watched her with the smallest of smiles on his face. I'll bet he never thought that kissing her would be a mistake... Elain thought and immediately regretted it. Gwyn deserved to have someone look at her like that. It wasn't the preistess's fault. Wasn't that why Elain had refrained from commenting on the necklace till Gwyn brought it up herself? Azriel had watched them warily. Actually, warily was putting it rather mildly. He'd looked about ready to launch himself out of one of the nearby windows when Gwyn had approached her. Like he'd expected her to point out who he'd originally given the necklace to. As if she would ever be so graceless. She should have given him a good knock about the ears for thinking so little of her. Elain had simply said that the charm suited Gwyn and casually changed the subject so she wouldn't have to think about it a second longer. And then she'd found the first opportunity to excuse herself. And come here.

She'd started walking in the direction of the apartment without thinking. She just needed to get away from everyone. The inner circle. Nesta's new friends. All of them. Separately she could handle these developments in her life but they just kept coming. And before she knew it she was at his door, practically weeping that she didn't know where else to go.

"Damn, another one?" A hushed voice came from the next room and Elain lifted her head from one of the pillows. "How long did you live in Spring, and you still can't keep a house plant alive?" he spoke again and Elain blinked in surprise. Had she seen any houseplants last night? No, she'd been far too busy spiraling and kicking Lucien out of his own damn bedroom. Elain sat up and rubbed her face. She'd been so busy thinking about herself that she hadn't even considered that she might be intruding on his already sparse free time. She slowly got to her feet and paused as she caught sight of her reflection in a full-length mirror sat next to his armoire. She frowned. Not night court black but the charcoal grey was close enough. Who was she fooling with this getup? She might have shredded the dress with her bare hands if she had something else to change into. Elain shook her head and moved past the mirror to the bedroom door.

When she opened it she was struck by a few different things. The first being Lucien at the stove in his kitchen. The sleeves of his white shirt rolled up to his elbows as he cooked his breakfast. And second, the poorhouse plant he'd scolded himself about earlier. She tentatively approached and gave the pot a look. Yikes. She winced slightly at the condition of it and when she looked up she found that Lucien had turned in her direction. He stood very still, like he was scared she might bolt if he made any sudden moves. She cleared her throat lightly,

"Do you mind if I ask what your pot of mud used to be?" she asked and Lucien slowly set his plate back down on the counter.

"...it's a peace lily," he replied quietly and Elain snorted. She immediately covered her mouth and she knew her face had gone quite red. "I- Gods, I'm so sorry. That was so rude." Shit. SHIT. She was going to crawl under a rock and die. But then Lucien started laughing. His own face tinted pink. "I knew it was bad. In my defense, the flowers in Spring don't need maintaining." He pulled another mug down from the cupboard and Elain made sure she was looking at the dearly departed lily when he looked back at her. "Would you like some tea?" She folded her hands together and considered. "That won't... will it?" she couldn't bring herself ask finish the question aloud. Lucien filled the mug with hot water and set it on the counter next to her with a teabag and a spoon. "I don't think so. But just in case." Carefully, Elain slid the mug toward herself and did her best not to stare at his forearms. The bond was making maintaining a normal conversation excessively difficult this morning. But he walked back across the kitchen to grant her the space she need to think. Maybe he needed the space too. She dropped the teabag into the mug of water. "Thank you... for helping me." She tapped her spoon lightly on the counter. "It's alright. I... know what it's like to not feel like you have anywhere to go." Elain nodded to herself. How close she must have struck him last night with those words. I didn't know where else to go...

She rubbed her eyes and sighed heavily.

"I should go before Feyre sends the city guard out to search the streets for me..." Lucien considered her for a moment.

"Would you like me to walk you back?" And that offer... she swallowed and shook her head. "N-no... that's alright... I need some time to think before I see them." And I won't be able to if you're right next to me... she didn't finish. Lucien didn't insist though. If Elain wanted to walk herself back home after commandeering his bed for a night then he would let her. Something about that twisted her heart in a way she couldn't think about right here. More space. She needed some distance from him before she considered what it meant that she'd come here to escape the others.

Elain finished her tea and Lucien saw her to the door. He paused when he opened it though.

"Is something wrong?" she asked and he tapped his foot sharply. Weighing a decision apparently. He sighed and buried his hands in his pockets.

"You can come here any time you like, Elain. Even if I'm not around. There are wards on the door but... they'll let you in." He didn't look at her, instead staring hard and the ground between them. "I... thank you, Lucien." she spoke quietly and he nodded without another word. Without much else to say Elain turned and followed the Sidra back toward her sister's home.

#elucien #anti elriel #anti e/riel #elucien fic #snippet I might develop later #the only time I will ever talk about that stupid necklace

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perpetualexistence · 3 months

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The Alley Cats: A fun little Team CIRRRRH AU

(I could have tried to go for consistency with either all vectors or no vectors, but I feel like the inconsistency is more appropriate for this AU.)

So, time to share the AU I alluded to in my last post with Team CIRRRRH being gremlins to José!

It's a high school AU where each member of Team CIRRRRH have been made into social outcasts in their own unique and special ways. Plus Eva. I just couldn't bring myself to separate Team E-scope.

No one else would have them, so they started hanging out in an alley one of them found behind the school to avoid the bullying and the glares.

From the outside it looks like utter garbage. But if you go through the garbage and past the corner, you get to their little cove with a beat up couch, a stolen vending machine, a punching bag, and other little personalized touches they've added to make their place more cozy.

Alejandro's the newest addition and their self-appointed leader. He does not like his new status on the bottom of the totem pole in school. So, he leads the others towards schemes that will get them (him) back into the good graces of everyone else. Or to get revenge on those who made them into outcasts. It really depends on how well Alejandro can manage to herd these cats on a particular day.

There's only one main rule in the alley (aside from the ones Alejandro tries to impose). If someone finds their way into this alley all on their own, they're automatically an Alley Cat.

After all, if you're that desperate to get away from everybody, you probably need a group of friends more than anything else right now.

(More details about the AU under the read more, I just wanted to separate it from the basic premise.)

I'm still coming up with ideas for this AU! It's definitely a more casual one filled with wacky shenanigans. I'm retconning two of my previous posts into this au as party of the wacky shenanigans. Because they, along with the idea itself, were all inspired by a very specific animatic that you'll see in the second post. I just want to add links to them both here so they're consolidated in the same place:

Alley Cats vs. José Pt 1

Alley Cats vs. José Pt 2

Most of what I have now is trying to nail down exactly how each of these little goobers became an Alley Cat. Some of them I have a more clear idea that'll get their own posts soon enough, others are just a thought. So far, I have this:

Alejandro - Used to be a popular kid that DID a good amount of the bullying towards the Alley Cats. Thought he was leaving the country and decided to let loose. Turns out his father changed his mind. Oops. Actions, meet consequences.

Noah - Has personal beef with Justin he refuses to explain. Tried to make Justin into an outcast. It backfired horribly.

Izzy - Pulled one too many wacky hijinks that resulted in other people getting injured. The final straw was when she exploded something that ruined a good thing for everyone.

Eva - She issued her anger towards one of the sweetest people in the school to the point where she hospitalized them. She might have avoided juvie, but it sure doesn't feel like it.

Owen - Outcasted by association. He started hanging out with at least one member of the Alley Cats (still trying to figure out if it's just Noah or a combination of Noah, Izzy, and Eva) because he really didn't think anyone deserved to be outcasted. Refused to turn his back on them to save his own reputation.

Tyler - Fumbled the winning point during the big game (still trying to figure out which sport he plays when I don't do sports). Made worse by the fact that this would have finally put the school on the map towards being taken seriously. Combined with bitterness towards favoritism that allows him to stay on the team despite him being a bad player, he got socially kicked out of the team even though he's still physically on it.

And a later addition:

Duncan - Pretty much did the whole cheating thing with Gwen as in canon. Doesn't get why he's here. Essentially becomes New Alejandro once Alejandro starts getting that sweet sweet character development.

If you have any questions about this AU, please feel free to ask away! It helps me come up with things.

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jeweledflowers · 1 year

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Hello Rose-san!!! Today I'm here to request Who made me a princess with Dazai Osamu Reader! I just got this ideas when im watching meme about Dazai Osamu it's from channel Sakisayaka They made meme really good!!! You should watch it once ^^

hello, darling! how are you doing, how has your day been? sorry, it took me a while to complete this i decided to do this in headcanon format.

i'm on writer's block so like, sorry for the short and horrible hcs

nonnie, i assume you meant reader with the personality of Dazai? because that's what i did, and reader is gn. hope you like it, nonnie!

𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚. || 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐌𝐞 𝐀 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬; 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌.

𝘐𝘫𝘦𝘬𝘪𝘦𝘭;

ijekiel.exe has stopped working

he's so concerned-

At first, he's a bit off put by the whole mafia thing,

like.

r u ok.

comes to the conclusion that ur rlly not.

he honestly feels bad for you, he knows you're lonely

and once he learns that you're searching for a reason to live??

he's dumbstruck. he's never really thought of it, you see. he's lived a busy, stressful yet fairly luxurious life, so he didn't really question things like these.

now he is having an existential crisis

starts giving you small things, like a book to read before bed, or a new set of clothes that you didn't really need, for the third time that week and it's only Tuesday

𝘑𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦;

she follows you around because of concern and sympathy

she's so sweet ily jennette

finds out about the mafia and is like::

'why would you kill people?'

so you don't really explain much but she finds out

she feels horrible! she can't imagine what you must've gone through. hugs and desserts galore

you sneak her out to town sometimes, much to her delight

well,,, meet your self-proclaimed best friend <33

𝘓𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯;

is immediately a bit on her guard

even more on her guard after finding out that you're a member of the mafia

but then she learns about your suicidal tendencies

ahaha... she doesn't leave you alone

goes full mom mode on you

lily's cookies 🛐🛐

treats you like you're 3 but she really doesn't mean to--it's unintentional

will stop spoiling you if you ask, but will be a bit hurt

𝘈𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘶𝘴;

'wtf is wrong with this kid'

is his first thought

As though he's one to talk

anyways. really casual around you. as though you're a street kid and not a member of the mafia.

but deep inside, he feels really... uncomfortable?

i mean...he doesn't get it. why would you want to die?

has stopped you multiple times from suicide attempts and will keep stopping you.

'you gotta live, kid.'

𝘍𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘹;

'uh... child that's a knife.'

'I know.'

'You'll die.'

'I know.'

'Painfully die.'

'I don't care.'

how you two met, basically

sweating on the inside, how do u interact with a mentally ill mafia member

tries his best to make you take an interest in life

brings you along to tea parties with claude and athy (its vvvv awkward)

gives you a tour of the palace grounds

tries to convince claude to let u and athy be besties

small things, but he's trying

𝘗𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘱𝘦;

she is so weirded out

seriously, that hairstyle? that attitude? that no life personality?

oh honey no.

feels weird too. like, this kid (cause you're younger than her) wants to die. willingly die.

takes it like... you haven't died. why do you want to know what it feels like.

gives you the most expensive gifts. like, you need a separate room for those gifts. makes you eat with her even though all the meals are quite and deadass awkward cause both of you won't talk.

𝘋𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘢;

look, diana approaches life in a free spirited way. she lives everyday like she doesn't truly care.

which might be true

anyways, thats not the point.

when she meets you, she's like::::

'okay what the fu-'

(although i highly doubt that diana would swear)

she catches you trying to commit once, and then she's like, 'Please don't do that ever again'

and no one can refuse diana

𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘥𝘦;

oh.. you want to die? interesting. maybe he should indulge you.

'your majesty, no!' (felix)

aaanyways

he doesn't really care about you, he's just intrigued, after all, it's not everyday he comes across someone like this.

but as time goes on, he starts to see his younger self in you. and it unnerves him.

he thought he finally pushed away those memories, finally got away from his past

it kind of haunts him.

most of the time, he doesn't convey this directly to you, but if the massive pile of presents is any indication

𝘈𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘢;

..what-

she's trying to live

you're trying to die

swears that she won't let you die

and promises to give you reasons to live

athy 😭

#who made me a princess #wmmap #wmmap x reader #who made me a princess x reader

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blackfemmecharacterdependency · 9 months

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Good Cooties

Nobody:

Nesha: Takes a very traumatic horror story and instead makes it fluff.

They generally checked in right before bed and then again, first thing in the morning. Chris had never been so communicative with somebody before, but after everything that knowing Dalton had put her through, she didn't mind going a little above and beyond with check-ins.

Whenever one wasn't feeling 100% at bedtime, they had a sleepover, just in case something would go down. Time passed, and nothing did. Well... nothing too unusual, at any rate. He had nightmares sometimes and they'd wake up and sort through it. Sometimes he simply couldn't sleep, so he'd just watch her a while, glad that she wasn't losing any rest on his behalf, but annoyed that the bed was so small that they both couldn't really fit on it without being cuddled up.

Upon mentioning it, she reminded him that when he was trapped in The Further, "Your little booty body was nestled right here, between these yummy thighs." He couldn't argue with it, and the description of her thighs made him want to drop the conversation completely, so he'd said, "Well, you said you have good cooties," laughing awkwardly, and snuggling up behind her, hoping his body wouldn't betray him for the closeness of a soft, warm body and the unavoidable friction of natural sleep movements. Fortunately, that never went down. Even more fortunately, neither did any wild trips to The Further.

Things that did go down: her roommate absolutely thought that he was an obsessive boyfriend and his new roommate was confused that she slept over but they never had the need to tie something on the doorway for him to give them some time. "So... she just sleeps here sometimes?" He'd asked, "Or are you just always finished by the time I get in?"

"We're just friends!" Dalton had said, uneasy and blushing.

Foster, when they got alone, asked, "But, seriously. You're definitely smashing that, right?" It irked him. Him speaking about her like that. "I mean.. I know that you aren't that much of a lover, but I figure it's different with you two, because of, you know... the stuff.."

It was... true, officially. But, he knew how this looked. Even his mom would ask about her in the same way that she'd asked about people he'd dated previously. Was Chris coming home with him during the holidays? "She has her own family," he'd casually mentioned, then had to pretend not to notice as his family gave each other knowing looks because he spent most of the holiday texting, calling, or video chatting with "Chris" They said her name in a certain way too. A singing way, obviously taunting him. Well... his siblings did. (Foster had roped Kali into this mess, too). His mother instructed them to leave him alone, though he could tell it amused her, from her face, and he knew she liked Chris. She always asked about her.

That was why they probably would never happen. He had nightmares sometimes, panicking about being possessed again, about hurting her. Sure, he would wake up to find her there, safe and sound and if awakened by his nightmares, quick to comfort him, but.. that entire thing was now forever a part of their story. And what type of love story could come out of something like that?

His parents had loved each other for years, and this entire ordeal had separated the two of them. Foster broke into his thoughts with, "I think that I'd want somebody who already understands what you've gone through. I imagine by the time I wanna meet people, it's gonna be a whole damn thing trying to make it normal, when the topic inevitably comes up. You've got a cute girl who still bothers with you after literally seeing you at your worst. Possessed by an entity. How could it get better for you?"

"We're just friends!"

"She let you blow on her hooter the first night!" Foster teased. Dalton wasn't a big fan of Chris and his brother exchanging words, but they had each other's information, so now he always had at least this one story for ammunition to make Dalton a little bit uncomfortable, and Chris was the type to overshare casually. Chris and Foster got along well. Dalton could only imagine their powers combined if she did come around the whole family...

Which, eventually, she did. By then, they were dormed together, again. She had gone to see housing about it. Her best friend, suffering from a sleep issue, their roommates, often inconvienced when he woke up, the fact that this very office had already roomed her with him before, so what was the big deal? Chris either could talk you into hating her guts and wanting her gone, or doing whatever it is she was saying, and that day, with that member of staff, she got herself back into the room with him.

Now, they could go to sleep in their own beds, and if something happened, there the other was, just on the other side of a small room. They didn't even have to cramp themselves into his little bed as much, and whenever they did, she didn't have to get up earlier to get ready from a different room, or to go back to her own. It was cozy, and comfortable, and they had a routine.

They had gotten numerous sleeping masks, so that Chris could find something to assist her through the nightlights. Whenever she was in Dalton's bed, she didn't really notice, because her face was usually burrowed in the bed or his body, for lack of room. By the time it was time for her to go home with him, she knew which mask she needed for which type of night, whether or not she should have earphones, and how many pillows she could bring before the bed couldn't fit the pillows and two people their sizes.

She had been in his corner since the moment he confided in her, and even when she didn't want to engage, she found herself unable to just leave him alone, and now she feared that she was far more comfortable with this man than she ever planned on being with anyone. But. She was never one to reject a good thing, and it seemed like maybe Dalton Lambert was a good thing. It certainly always felt good to fall asleep in his arms and wake up next to him. Chris was a fan of feeling good.

His family was nice. She was excited to finally shoot the shit with Foster, in the flesh, and that did not disappoint. Dalton had been hoping that she would help dispel the rumors the Lamberts ran wild with, but despite pursuing math, Chris had a deep passion for chaos, as far as Dalton was concerned. "So, he never told you that we made out at a frat party?" She had asked a VERY intrigued and impressed Foster.

"He never told me that he WENT to a frat party!" He complained.

"Yeah, I sorta made him. That's a gift I have, getting Dalton to do stuff that he is not fond of doing.." Dalton pressed his lips together and continued working on a drawing.

Whenever Foster heard about the frat boy who called her ugly, he looked livid but was soon appeased by the thought of him being promptly kicked in the dick afterward. "I used to say that I wouldn't wish that on anybody, but it sounds like this is the guy that makes me change my beliefs.." They chatted for a little while longer before Foster was going to leave to go hang out with friends. "I'm super glad that Dalton has you," he said on his way out. She simply offered a salute, then looked at Dalton's jaw tense as he pretended not to hear that.

"You okay?" She asked. He shrugged. "You know... whenever I was with Grandma Perkee over the last holiday, she told me that you are very pretty and that she'd love to meet you. I said, "Yeah. He is very pretty, huh? He's kind too. A little introverted, but such a likable person. I don't think he likes me like that, though, Grandma. You might want to be less excited about meeting him." He paused and looked at her. "Well, next she told me, "If somebody is in you life, and they're nice to you and you like them and you're both having a good time together, that's gonna excite me, no matter what you call each other..." They stared at each other a moment, before she concluded, "So, we don't really need to discourage or encourage your family from thinking I'm your girlfriend or into thinking it. They see how we are together, and they know you're in good hands. Whether we're friends or more, they're gonna feel the way that they feel about me because they love you and you like me."

He gave her a little smile. That was a good way to put it, and made it less stressful for him whenever he overheard Kali ask, "Is Dalton your boyfriend?"

Without missing a beat, Chris answered, "Well, Dalton identifies as a boy, and he's definitely my friend, so what would you do if I said, "Yes?"

Kali gasped and with a wide smile asked, teasingly, "Do you loooooooove himmm?"

Chris smiled right back and asked in a whisper, "What would you do if I said "yes" again?"

Kali giggled and covered her mouth, either in excitement or surprise. Dalton never said stuff like that. He didn't smile about it. He always got irritated and denied it all. Kali smiled, and offered, "I'd say, I think that Dalton loves you too."

Chris's smile changed, ever so slightly. Dalton noted it as he finally stepped into view. She leaned towards Kali and told her, "One thing about me? Everybody loves Chris." Kali nodded in agreement, then finally noticed Dalton.

"Oh! It's your boyyyyyfriiiiiend," she sang. He just smiled, shaking his head.

At bedtime, Chris offered, "Pretty cool that your mom doesn't mind our sleeping situation. I'd say it's because she knows we aren't doing it, but she kinda seems like she'd be cool with it, even if we were."

"She is a part of the 'everybody' that loves Chris," he said, casually, preparing the nightlight. Chris paused, with a grin, then silently resumed putting on her bonnet.

By the time that they climbed into his bed, she pushed close and started wrapping her arms around him. He froze and gave her a confused look. "What? This is how we sleep."

"Yeah, in the dorm on the tiny bed. This one has room for us to stretch out more."

"Yeah, near the edge of the bed, where the monsters are. Your sister tormented me with Barbie play today. I wanna be up on you tonight." His body relaxed a little bit. "Besides, I sleep better when we're cuddled up." It tensed again. "My God, Dalton... are we not allowed to say stuff like that to each other?"

"No. Yeah... I just. Yes..." His Adam's apple was leaping in his throat and she watched it bob as he nervously searched for his next words, "I, uh... sleep better with you right here, too." She nodded once, settled her body around his and stared a little bit longer. Dalton's face came in closer, but then he stopped and just looked into her eyes. Her normal playfulness was never present when she was sleepy, but whatever else was there in her eyes, he wasn't exactly used to.

Chris offered a smile and teased, "What? Were you about to kiss me?"

Quickly, he said, "I would never do that without asking first." She closed her eyes, smiling, and nodding. "Cou.." Her eyes opened and he was staring at her lips, "Could I? Kiss you?" Chris smiled and moved closer for him to do so. It wasn't caught off guard like the first time, and it wasn't long or steamy or deep. It was tender, and quick, but lingering.. "Good cooties," he mumbled against her lips, with a smile.

"Very," she said, smiling against his, as well.

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holding you is like the new past

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chapter one

“shots, shots, shots” the screaming was ear splitting.

i threw back my third shot of the night as my eyes found mikasa and felt the grin spread from ear to ear. she was the one familiar face in a crowd of at least a hundred people that i would be spending the next four years of my life with.

i found myself taking my jacket off and throwing it on a counter with no regard to how i would find it later. i couldn’t tell if the temperature rising was from the amount of bodies in the room or the alcohol in my system.

energy was running rampant, the adrenaline high of the people in the vicinity had me feeling bubbly as i made my way through the crowd to where mikasa was standing.

“you are so getting plastered tonight,'' mikasa screamed over the music.

“that was in fact the plan.”

the room had definitely started spinning more than it was just seconds prior, and i had begun to lose my bearings of the room around me when mikasa reached out and put her hand on my arm to steady me, “woah, how many shots have you had? might want to start slowing down”

my wide grin turned into a pout, “okay, mom.”

i snapped a hand over my mouth. immediately as i said that i could hear the slur in my voice and knew that mikasa was right. one more shot in such a short amount of time would surely lead to a blackout.

mikasa had her arm around my shoulder, keeping me steady, guiding me through the crowd. i took in my surroundings again watching as people entered and exited the room. all dressed differently, all living their separate lives. i would get to know and work with at least a dozen of these people. it felt weird like i could tell this was an actual path i was stepping on. i felt mikasa’s grip move from around my arm down to my wrist pulling me to an abrupt stop. figuratively and mentally.

i looked over at mikasa to see what that was about to find her almost frozen in place.

“OH MY GOD, did you see him? '' mikasa's eyes widened like saucers. “that has to be the most attractive man I have ever seen in my life.” mikasa was practically ecstatic with joy.

“where?” i frantically looked around trying to catch a glimpse at who she was so excited about.

the crowd surrounding me was much larger than before but i followed mikasa's hand as she pointed out a taller guy with short brown hair. he was mikasa's type to a tee. tall, lanky and probably an asshole.

“he’s definitely your type” i offered halfheartedly.

“see this is why we are friends, we will never have to fight over a man” and that's when i noticed the guy standing behind him with his back against the wall.

i took in his medium length blonde hair and black rimmed glasses. he was cute in his own way. a rare kind of cute. he looked kind and he had an expression of boredom like coming to this event was not by choice. the way he stood was almost casual but i noticed the awkwardness in the way he held his arms. he definitely did not want to be here.

“he’s going to take shots, come on.” mikasa pulled my wrist and suddenly i was being pulled through a crowd of people with no remorse for my heavy stumbling and sudden clumsiness. as i reached the table, mikasa was looking up at you with puppy dog eyes and you knew what she wanted.

“hey, would you mind if we took shots with you?” i hoped he heard me so i wouldn’t have to repeat myself because thinking too much on the matter would make me overthink taking another shot.

without a word he poured two shots and slid them down to the both of you. “sup, names eren”

his arrogance fit him. the words slid off his tongue like confidence was all he had ever known. i got why mikasa felt drawn to him but i found myself taking quick glances at the blonde standing less than ten feet away.

“hey, i’m mikasa” her once strong headed personality faded into a stuttering mess.

eren didn’t seem to pay much attention to her and turned to the blonde to bring him over to the table. i quickly picked up the shot glass and held it up to tap against mikasa’s glass before tossing it back. i hated the taste and made a face and laughed at the embarrassing trait.

looking at mikasa i could tell she was waiting for her in to talk to eren, and that’s when one of my favorite songs came on.

the alcohol was settling in my stomach so i didn’t think much about what i did next. i sized up the blonde one last time and walked over to grab his hand.

“let’s go dance” i eagerly grabbed the blonde’s hand and drug him out to the middle of the floor where other people were dancing. he acted surprised like no one outside of eren talked to him at parties like this.

a faint blush spread across his face “i’m armin”.

armin, the name suited him, his voice was cute, he was cute.

“hey sorry for this. i guess it was kind of weird to just drag you out here. i didn’t even ask if this was okay.” i knew the embarrassment would hit in the morning but right now my favorite song was playing and i wanted to dance.

“no it’s fine, it just surprised me” he was being nice about it. of course he was being nice.

i offered him a faint smile but the moment felt tense like whatever happened next was completely out of my control.

he wasn’t a dancing type, his once hidden awkwardness as he was standing still became prevalent when he was forced into the middle of the room. conversation slipped my mind, but i was used to this. the gut feeling when i knew there was nothing else to say, but armin saved the day.

“so what’s your major?”

“i’m a bio major with a concentration in mechanisms of disease”

“no shit me too”

a smile spread across my face. i would be seeing him around, maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea. i needed more friends than just mikasa after all.

“let me guess someone in your family died too?”

he had a questioning look on his face and you thought maybe this wasn’t the best choice of words.

“damn guess no one has individual experiences” he grinned and i realized i had more in common with him than i thought i would.

“or maybe we just have a lot in common? favorite color 3…2…1”

“blue,” you both said in unison.

“totally unfair, you heard what I was going to say.” armin protested.

“you totally waited until you heard me say bl and then finished with me.” i said feigning innocence.

“how in the world would I have done that? you gave me no reason to think that we were supposed to say it together.”

“okay fair, fair,” i glanced over to check on mikasa and eren and saw that mikasa was alone and eren was nowhere to be found. i guess armin thought i was looking for a way out because from the corner of my eye i saw his smile fade.

“it’s okay you can go back to your friend, guess talking about school isn’t what you want to be talking about at a party,” armin seemed as if he might be disappointed. his smile had faded and he tried to play it off as annoyance.

“oh no, I was just checking on my friend to see if she was…” as i turned back i saw that he was gone.

my heart was caught in my throat, i looked around to see where he ran off too, but he was nowhere to be found.

i caught mikasa’s attention and she walked over to where i was standing.

“no luck?”

“none at all, some bitch beat me to him, while i was trying to hype myself up she just swooped right in.”

mikasa had begun to slur her words and i knew she was catching up to me.

“bitches totally ruthless” i shook my head.

“soooo are we going to talk about what just happened with you and the blonde”

“nope, way too humiliating. another shot?”

“another shot!”

as i took my next shot, the rest of the night became hazy and i still don’t quite remember the details.

i figured armin got sidetracked and left. surely i would see him around and talk to him then but that was years ago and i haven’t talked to him since.

#aot fanfiction #aot x reader #armin aot #armin arlert #armin x reader

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doctorstethoscope · 1 year

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Fluffy February Day 2 || Honey

our first YMP universe blurb!!! so excited for you guys to read this one <3

pairing: hotch x reader

wordcount: 516

contains: food consumption, minor innuendo

It’s too bright, you think to yourself in the moment after you’ve roused yourself back to consciousness but before you open your eyes. You sit up with a start, looking around the room before you remember where you are. Vermont.

Aaron had passed the baton yesterday, with Haley and Jack by his side. A new President had been inaugurated. He went to the inaugural ball. As you did, separately.

And then, when the night was over, the Secret Service shuttled you both to a waiting jet, and it took you home.

The two of you were practically giddy on the plane. You were simultaneously exhilarated at the thought of the first day of the rest of your life, and too stunned to believe that it was finally here. Haley had bought herself a little townhouse not far from Jess, and Jack would stay with her for a few weeks while you got settled before he came for his first visit.

You turn to your side and notice that you’re alone in bed, which, frankly, is completely unacceptable for your first morning together. You toss the blankets towards his side of the bed and slide out of bed, grabbing your robe before setting out to find him.

Your nose leads you to the kitchen, and Aaron in turn. “Go back to bed,” he says, turning back towards the coffee maker.

“Good morning to you, too,” you scoff.

“I’m serious, this is breakfast in bed, you’re not supposed to be out of it,” he teases.

“Mmm. I don’t want to have to change the sheets. Breakfast on the couch is just as good.”

“Breakfast on the couch, then,” he acquiesces, passing you a toasted english muffin with peanut butter, honey, and jam, along with a cup of coffee. You stay put, waiting until he’s finished putting his own plate together, and then guide him to the couch first so you can sit on his lap.

“The balls were nice last night,” Aaron noted casually. “Dinner was good.”

“Dinner was very good,” you agreed as you licked a bit of peanut butter off of your thumb.

“Secret Service was able to secure to the property line. So we don’t need an agent at the door or in the house,” he informs you as he brings his coffee mug to his lips.

“So we can be as loud as we want?” You joke with an exaggerated leer.

Aaron barks out a laugh, his grin splitting his face in half. You haven’t seen him smile like that since the early days, before he became President. You feel warm from the inside out. You made it. You both did.

You’re distracted by the sensation of Aaron’s fingers tickling at your hips. “You’re insufferable,” he huffs out in between chuckles. “Last night on the jet, and then again in the bed, and you want to go again?” He asks rhetorically.

“We have years to make up for. And a big house to christen,” you defend yourself.

“And the rest of our lives to do it,” he promises, pressing a kiss to your temple.

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romanoffsbish · 2 years

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A Chance Encounter: Dinner, and a Movie... Star

Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader

A Walk in the Park (Previous)

Warning: Angry Scarlett, Grief, Dead OC!Child, Depression ™️

Put it under one Natasha tag for exposure, hope it doesn’t offend like the Bucky ones do. 😳

Ever since meeting you at the park just two days ago Scarlett's been unable to get you off her mind, and the thoughts are completely all over the place. One second she's swooning over you and the way you made her heart feel lighter with every giggle, or the loving glance you'd cast towards all present children. She thought you were stunning, and she loved the way that you were entirely too easy to fluster, the happy news that you're single was just a bonus.

Then the next she's pacing around her room, engaging in a matter of mental gymnastics on as to why you'd been a volunteer at her daughter's school for the last four years if Angie had only been there for a years time. Deep, like really deep down she'd known you weren't some crazed stalker, but that same gut feeling she has about you has led her astray three separate times, and now she's justifiably paranoid.

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"Mommy! I'm ready to go, and I even got Carson dressed too, I put him in that cute sailor creeper and now he's playing in his walker. Are you ready to go yet?"

"Yes my love, I'll be downstairs in just a few minutes, make sure you grab the pie from the fridge." She shouts through the door, then she finishes her look up before heads downstairs, deciding that worrying won't give her answers that only you have, and she's itching for them.

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"Mama!!! Ri-Ri is coming over soon!"

"Yes she is, so tell me then honey, did you clean your room?"

"Yes! I cleaned it, and I even made my bed." She beams, and you smile right back at her while also making a mental note to go see the mess that is definitely her "made" bed before the company arrives.

"I'm so proud of you angel, go ahead and watch your cartoons and when you hear the knock on the door come get me."

"Okay mama, I love you!" She says as she throws her arms around your legs, and you rub her back with the hand that's not stirring the contents in the pot, and return the sentiment.

You'd weighed out your options for dinner, and after discovering the blonde beauty doesn't eat dairy, but her daughter devours it you decided to make a baked pasta dish, and created a smaller dish with her altered, vegan portion. Being the overachiever that you are you'd even boiled a potato for the baby; throwing half of it into a blender with the remaining scraps of chicken, and the medley of peas and carrots. Then you settled everything into the fridge, deciding that you'd bake it sometime after their arrival instead of just having it ready.

"Mama! They're here!!"

You finished washing the last counter off just as your daughter called out to you, and your phone dinged with a "motion detected" notification from the Ring camera on your front porch.

"Go ahead angel, let them in."

Angie sprung off the couch, hand making quick work of the locks, you stood behind her with a nervous smile as this is your first time hosting a celebrity in your house, and an intimidatingly beautiful one at that.

"Ri-Ri!" .... "Gi-Gi!" The girls squealed in sync, and after sharing a hug it was apparently your turn because the shorter blonde was slamming into your body without much of a warning.

"Hey there Riley, long time no see."

She giggles at your obvious joke, then once she steps to the side you look up to greet your remaining guests. To say you were stunned would be the understatement of the year, all three kids are dressed rather casually, but Scarlett was clearly dressed to impress, and you were left to wonder if she'd no longer been planning to stay for dinner and was just accepting free childcare.

Her hair was down in beach waves that fell right above her shoulders, and she decidedly kept her makeup light but the red lip definitely caught your eye. The shade perfectly matched her halter dress, and the jewelry she'd selected accentuated her slender fingers perfectly. Once she had quirked her brow in amusement you regained your senses, reaching out to take the pie, but instead coming back with an eager baby, which honestly helped to ease the rising tensions as the both of you wildly giggled.

"Mama, are you going to show her the special room full of her face?"

Well... Tensions were rising once more, and this time there was a thicker layer of uneasiness mixed within for your guest.

"Jelly... You have to think before you speak silly, you're going to make her think I'm crazy." You teased your daughter, who only tilted her head in confusion, then shrugged her shoulders in absolution before taking off with Riley's hand in her own.

"Well, I was going to throw dinner in the oven, but now I feel I should show you my collectors room to ease your mind, promise there isn't a shrine of prints of your face."

Even with the uneasiness gnawing at her she still feels she can trust you so she slots her hand with yours, allowing you to guide her towards the massive lounging room to the side of the living room.

"Oh." She snorts, looking over the room, and her heart is put to ease when all she finds is a massive array of collectors item's for The Black Widow, amongst many other Marvel characters, and there's even an entire corner dedicated to Pokemon, and all things spooky.

"Yeah." You awkwardly chuckle out, hand releasing hers, and she is quick to move around the room feigning interest in your vast variety of collectors items.

"So, you're a nerd..." You vaguely catch the whispered realization.

"I'm on a date with a nerd..." She further clarifies, and you're quick to gasp, so that's why she's so dressed up...

"I'm not a nerd..." You grumble.

"You so are though." She chuckles, hand holding up and observing the flocked Pikachu Funko in a comforting amusement, but then her face falls when you respond.

"If I'm a nerd then so is Riley, over half of that card collection was gifted by her." You muse, walking around the room and bouncing the baby on your hip all while failing to miss the way the blonde stews in a sudden switch up of emotions.

The anxiety induced anger truly clouds her judgement here, because how is it that you know such things about her daughter, things that she herself doesn't even know, and not only that but why are you so close to her that she's specifically gifting you cards. You're an aide three days a week, surely there were other children around for you to get close to, and what's the coincidence that you'd befriend her daughter while having a clear affinity for Marvel, and apparently her former character.

"This was a bad idea."

You still in your spot, wondering how you'd missed the sudden change in the atmosphere, and when you do face her your heart begins to hammer rapidly within your chest at the sight of her furious expression aimed at you.

"What do you mean?"

"Look, I don't think you should be in my daughters class anymore, matter of fact maybe I'll see about getting you barred from the school all together."

"Wait, Scarlett what's the problem, what even happened?"

"Why the hell are you so close to my daughter? More importantly, why did you work at her school all these years when you've only had a kid enrolled since last year? This whole situation has felt off for me, and I tried to overlook it because you seemed kind, and for Riley's sake, but now it's just all becoming too eery." She seethes, voice consistently rising, and you're just grateful for the kids loud music upstairs.

Oh... You do everything in your power to keep composed, but you can already feel your lungs stuttering, and your limbs going numb.

"It's not whatever you think it is, I promise I can explain, but please just sit down, and I'll go grab what I need to so that I can show you."

Everything is screaming at her to run out the door, to snatch her son from your arms and to never look back, but the clear signs of despair behind your glazed over eyes tells her to at least hear you out, and she'd be lying to say she wasn't curious about it all.

"Okay." She calmly replies, a far cry from her previous notion, and her anxieties lessen even more when you set a displeased Carson in her lap.

Once you exit the lounging room your whole entire body trembles while you head up the stairs. This will be the first time since his memorial service—so nearly two years ago, that you'll have entered his bedroom, or even looked through the box of memories past, and if not for sparing Riley the heartbreak of losing her ties to your family you'd have just let her leave thinking this poorly of you.

As you open the door you're thrown into a fit of coughs within the same instant, a cloud of dust having swooshed directly into your face. Then after the coughing subsides it's a never ending stream of tears, if you just close your eyes it's like you can still smell his unique mix of scents. He'd always smelled like a mix of cinnamon, white bar soap, and the outdoors which was a perfect display of his day to day life.

Nostalgia gripped at your heart when you saw the family photo that he cherished sat upon the bookshelf, and in a brutal show of irony there was a massive crack directly down the center of the glass frame. Not wanting to keep Scarlett waiting long you grabbed the box from off the rocking chair and made quick work of exiting. In all actuality though you needed out of his room, you were one moment away from collapsing in on yourself, the entire situation having proved too much for your heart to bare.

Scarlett nearly jumped out of her seat when your far more frazzled form returned to her, and it increased the itching beneath her skin, but a familiar book on top of the box had momentarily calmed her nerves.

"Um... So, the reason... Fuck.. I'm so sorry.." Your fluctuating tone startled the baby, and he immediately started crying, and when she really looked at you she could tell you'd been doing just the same thing, and her entire standoffish demeanor softened at the sight of you appearing so broken.

Scarlett immediately moved herself to the floor to be level with you, and Carson quickly fussed his way out of her hold, then crawled over to you in search of a mutual need for consoling. With shaky hands you pulled him against your chest, allowing him to nuzzle himself against you, and the comfort he provided you seemed to help you with the process of explanation.

"Um..." You tried, but when the words failed you, you instead opened the yearbook from Josh's Kindergarten year, and her eyes zoned in on your pointed finger.

"Joshua Valdez..." She reads, and a lightbulb immediately goes off in her head, she vividly remembers the little boy that her daughter proclaimed to be her best friend from the start, and her eyes sting at the moment of haunting realization.

Then before she could continue to connect the dots on her own you flipped the page to show the class activities throughout the year, an adorable photo Scarlett's vaguely familiar with floods her view.

Joshua—your beautiful baby boy with the sweet as honey green eyes, and dangerous dimples was smiling wide and holding a plotted plant in his hand, and Riley was stood there with her tiny hands over her mouth in surprise. Then directly beside it was the both of them on the ground, Josh miraculously holding the pot in the air with a bewildered expression on his face with Riley atop of him in a suffocating hug.

"I took those..." You suddenly mumbled, Scarlett's glossy eyes full of pity looked up to meet yours full of despair and you were quick to drop your gaze from her own because it was all just too painful to feel.

Next thing you pull out is a scrapbook, you file through it and stop when you found the section you were looking for, and you silently turn the book to her while holding her son that much tighter in an attempt to keep the burning tears at bay for at least another minute or so.

Scarlett notices the dated album, and realizes at the time of this birthday party she would've been on the press tour for Avengers: Endgame, and that Riley's father most likely aided her in the whole entire process, and she'd been left in the shadows of it all. Riley's smile never faltered in a single photo, Josh's was much the same from when they were playing on the bouncy house, or eating pizza, and it only grew while opening his gifts.

He'd been in the special chair with Pikachu ears suffocating his curly brown hair, and to no ones surprise, directly at his side—literally in the same seat, was Riley aiding him in opening the gifts. The final set of photos was a sequence that showed her getting up, then handing him a massive bag that Scarlett's sure she funded. Her daughters giddy expression gnaws at her already aching heart, and when she sees him pulling out the Pokémon memorabilia she understands your earlier commentary.

The silence around the both of you is far too consuming, you begin to lay out a few other keepsakes you'd found worth seeing, and once you found your voice again you elaborated on the photo album topic a bit more.

"His favorite was Magikarp, which at face value is a useless Pokemon, but if you wait it out with the tiny orange fish it becomes a powerhouse. He'd always been a fan of the underdog trope, never allowing people to pick on the easy to target kids, and always encouraging them to be great. He was so enthusiastic about it too, he'd tell me all about it when he came home on days I was off, and it always warmed my heart to see his passion for other's happiness, and he was just so incredibly kind. The best little boy a mom could dream up, and oh boy, the way he loved his little sister... He was perfect, and I'm not just saying that cause I was his mama..."

Everything about this situation pains her, being a working mother has never been an issue for her, and that's totally valid, but she never realized just how much she missed when away, it's like she's watching her daughters life unfold before her eyes and she's not even there. Then there's the far more heartbreaking fact that she just took what was meant to be a date, and turned it into a heartbreak festival, forcing you to face something she's not too sure you were ready to face, and it hurts her even more knowing you only allowed her to break you like this for the sake of her daughters happiness.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry, God I am beyond ashamed of myself for putting you in such a position. Never in my life had I even considered such a possibility, but I should've known better than to just assume the worst of you."

"It's okay."

"It absolutely is not okay, honey, you don't need to accept the apology, but I do hope you know that I mean it..."

"It is though Scarlett, you were just protecting your cubs, and if it was reversed I would've done the exact same thing. I promise I'm ok."

Silence falls once more, but this time it's clarifying, and Scarlett finally notices that you'd gotten her son to sleep once again, without doing anything outside of cuddling him, and it has her softly smiling your way.

"There's no sun." She notes, and your furrowed brows lead her to point to the sleeping baby.

"Oh, yeah.. I didn't want to hurt your feelings at the park, but babies tend to love me. I've actually been deemed the baby whisperer amongst my friends."

"Is that so?"

"Mhm. The secret is feigning a lack of interest. If you just ignore the baby all together, they'll do everything in their power to gather your attention, it's proven foolproof for me thus far and continues to do so."

With careful movements you're able to transfer the baby onto the indoor hammock, then as you return to clean up you see Scarlett continuing to look through your photos.

"He's beautiful..."

"He was, wasn't he?" You correct her, speaking of him in the present tense is too confusing for your heart, so you have to remind yourself of the brutal reality.

"I'd always hated never getting to meet him." She admits, finger tracing over a photo of the best friends sharing their ice creams with a three year old Angie, and the memory fondly replays in the back of your mind.

"He honestly loved you, you were his best friends mom—Riley always talked about you whenever she could, and you were also one of his top three superheroes." Your sincere proclamation really just makes the guilt of the situation worse, but she's not going to put that on you.

"Only top three?" She feigns offense, and your honest giggle had her smiling from ear to ear, and all she wanted was to hear it again.

"What can I say? As sweet as the kid was he loved himself a good Hulk Smash, and he was always so entranced by Wanda's magic."

"All is forgiven..." She teases, and then quickly crawls over the memorabilia when she sees your body trembling with sobs.

"Hey, it's okay honey, I got you..."

"I-I miss him so much."

Scarlett hums against your temple, and continues to rock your already shaking body while you hopefully find the chance to let it all out.

"That day, when I got the call... I was supposed to be there, but my job wouldn't stop pestering me to work some overtime. So I'd sent him off to school with his Deda, and he left with the brightest smile on his face, and I remember that hug he gave me—it was so tight, as if the world was already aware of what was coming." Your voice cracked as the suppressed memory haunts the front of your mind.

"I didn't even send him off that morning with my normal 'I love you,' he died without hearing the three most important words a child should never go without hearing. One minute I'm making my four year old lunch, the next I'm racing off to the hospital because of some freak accident with a baseball bat that landed my son in critical condition in the ICU."

Scarlett watches the unwavering, and completely unfair guilt swirling beneath your gaze, but for the time being she says nothing. Her surprisingly strong arms just hold you tighter as your bodies shakes never stop.

"My precious baby got his wings decades too early, and now I'm supposed to just live on like everything is okay... A mother isn't supposed to bury her son, it's not meant to be like this, but those beautiful girls upstairs needed me so here I am, putting up the good fight..."

Your words hit her like a ton of bricks, because even the thought of losing her children hurts her beyond measure. What really throws her off though is just how incredibly broken you obviously are, and just how easy it'd been for you to have hidden it for all this time. It really dawns on her how focused on everyone else's grief you'd been that you never been made tot process your own.

"He knew you loved him Y/N, something tells me you told him frequently enough that he had no choice but to believe it to be true. I'm really sorry, and I know it sounds cheap, but I truly am heartbroken for you—you're also right hon. A mother's never meant to bury her child, and I'll curse the world with you for being so cruel. I'm so glad you're here, giving it the good fight, because I'm personally looking forward to getting to know you. I'm also eternally grateful for you and everything you've done for my sweet girl over the years, and for looking out for even when you had every right not to. You're clearly an angel sent from up above..."

Scarlett laid a gentle kiss to your forehead which in turn caused you to giggle at the strange feeling of her lipstick transferring to your skin, and she soon followed suit at the sight of you with her lips on you.

"Thank you Scar..." You simply whisper, having nothing else really to say in the moment, because processing all of it was too heavy a burden for your already struggling heart.

"It's honestly my pleasure Y/N, because holding you close is actually really nice."

"Wait. So, is this is a date? I promise you that I don't usually cry on the first one, I tend to save that for at least date number three." You joke, trying your best to cover the underlying panic in your tone because had you actually realized she meant it at the park you'd have been far more prepared.

Her raspy laugh warms your entire body, and you find yourself melting further into her embrace as the softness in her eyes works wonders to mend your heart.

"Yes Y/N, this was indeed a date, that's why I was so dressed up, but now I want to say it wasn't. Because you're right again, no first date should come with tears, so we'll just say no. Right now, we're just two mother's bringing their kids together for a playdate, and then next Saturday we'll be out on a date of our own."

Your body instantly relaxes at her quick solution, and you shift to be a bit more upright in her lap. You share a beat of silent, up close observation before she's clearing her throat.

"So, shall we go fix dinner now? Preferably before the girls come searching for us and find us in this compromising position that will leave them to ask so many questions we'll never have a chance to escape again..."

"Yes, we shall..." You giggle, and help the woman up off the floor before leaving her behind to tend to Carson while you work to pull yourself together a bit more to get the show back on the road.

Date or not, you definitely refuse to sit across from the stunning woman in your tracksuit, with your 'Kiss the Chef' apron still on..

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Dinner was nearly done when there was a knock at the door, so you made your way over to see who it could he as the blonde continued to toss the salad she'd just thrown together. Carson's currently attached to your hip, having woken up shortly after you left the lounging area and been displeased to find you missing, so now he's holding you hostage—you're certainly not unhappy though.

"Wonder who that could be, it's already so late at night, and I had no messages on my phone." You bounce off of the babbling infant, who knows nothing of which your saying, but he certainly wants in on the noise.

Far too preoccupied by the smiling infant you'd overlooked the peephole, and instead swung the door open to meet your unexpected guest. Face and mood falling at the sight of the unwelcome face stood in shock before you.

Well fuck... This was most certainly unexpected...

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4,002 Words

2/5–This one was rather loaded, and I hope not too heartbreaking...

This was made in honor of my personal Joshua, who really was the best big brother. He however loved Charmander and their evolutions.

Mine is Squirtle obvi 🤪

#natasha romanoff #scarlett johansson x you #Scarlett Johansson x reader #scarlett johansson x female reader #scarlett johansson imagines #scarlett johansson fluff #scarlett johansson angst #scarlett johansson x y/n #scarjo #scarlett x y/n #scarlett x you #scarlett x reader #scarlett x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x female reader

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The Breach: Part 1

Word Count: 2k

Magnus Bishop & Osiris Bishop, Magnus Bishop x Marcus Sharpe

A/N: So, Osiris Bishop is one of my ILW MCs, and also Magnus's cousin. And I just could not get this idea out of my head, so have this which takes place about a year after the main WIndverse plot

Part 2, Part 3

Magnus made a note to himself that next time he wanted to use vacation days he was going to use them to take out his nieces or he was going to visit Marcus. Going back into the very woods he’d nearly died in and then spending the day trekking through a cave system with a stranger and a paralegal was not his ideal vacation. But there had been no way he’d be able to find another way to get both him and Amalia here, and even less of a way he could tell Jina the real reason he needed the vacation days.

“What the shit…” Magnus gasped as he stepped into the cavern.

There, like it was just a normal part of the cave, was a swirling and pulsing portal of cyan light. It made the shadows of the cave dance and filled Magnus with this strange need to go and hide while also trying to pull him forward like there was a hook in his ribs.The most unsettling part was the warbling sound, because he couldn’t hear it exactly. It was more like it was coming from inside his head and he got the mildly terrifying feeling that he’d still be able to hear it if he turned off his hearing aids.

“Pretty much,” Amalia nodded.

“Welcome back to Westchester,” Val snickered.

Val was the stranger, a guy even smaller and scrawnier than Wind, with short hair dyed the cyan of the portal and blue eyes that made Magnus’s skin crawl if he looked into them for too long. Magnus had no idea what it was but there was something just slightly off about the guy that made him want to squirm. Maybe it was the baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire he held in one hand and rested casually on his shoulder.

“Does he have to be here?” Magnus asked Amalia, but Val spoke before she could answer.

“No offense, but I don’t give a shit who you are,” Val shrugged and put his hand in his pockets, the other tightening just slightly around his baseball bat. “I don’t know you and I sure as hell don’t trust you. Only reason you’re even in here is because Amalia vouched for you and I do trust her. But I’m not leaving you here without watching you.”

“Great,” Magnus muttered. “Am I clear to approach your highness?”

“Haha,” Val rolled his eyes. “Just don’t try anything.”

“Trust me I really don’t want to.”

Val lingered by the entrance to the cave while Magnus and Amalia slowly approached the breach. Now joining the warbling sound was a chorus of strange whispers that Magnus liked even less. This thing had really been here for centuries? How had Magnus never noticed? He lived in this town for 18 years! His parents died in this town, his foster home had been right on the edge of the woods, he’d spent weeks in a hospital only a few hours away. Apparently his old high school had been attacked by monsters! He’d gone camping in these woods!

The thing in front of him took his family. His entire family other than him and his sister had been wiped out, torn apart by unholy creatures. He didn’t care much, having always resented them for refusing to take him and his sister in. If they had, he never would have ended up separated from Vivian and he never would have ended up with Lily. But so many of them had been kids who had never done anything to him. Including Osiris.

But then they’d come back? Or, something that thought it was Osiris came back? Magnus could not understand that part. He wasn’t sure he wanted to either, especially seeing as his bloodline apparently has a strong connection to it. He’d needed to see it all, just once, to process and accept this part of his family and his reality. But then he was going to go right back to New York.

“They’re really in there?” Magnus asked.

“Yeah,” Amalia answered. The pain in her eyes was so raw in the cyan light as she wrapped her arms around herself. Magnus made a mental note to text Wind on the flight back and give her a heads up that Amalia would be upset. They could comfort her way more than Magnus could. “Sometimes they’re able to gather enough strength to visit for a few hours now. It used to be that we couldn't see them at all and they’d just do things like make constellations and make flowers bloom and send breezes.”

“My cousin is literally energy,” Magnus shook his head. “My dorky little cousin who cared more about that damn beanie Vivian gave them than whether or not they graduated high school, is basically a god.”

That’s…..rude………..not a……….dork……..

“What the hell?!” Magnus jumped back, almost stumbling on his own feet.

“Did you hear something?” Amalia asked with wide and worried eyes.

“You didn’t?!”

“The bastard was right,” Val scoffed. “You do have it in your bloodline.”

“No way, I am not dealing with Power blood,” Magnus shook his head. “This is crazy.”

“You’re dealing with this way worse than I did, and I punched somebody.”

Magnus whirled around to face the new voice and spotted them leaning against the cave wall, fluffy hair just peeking out from that damn beanie, and wearing a brown leather jacket over a maroon shirt that matched the beanieTheir eyes were an inhuman cyan that reflected the light of the breach in a way different from Amalia and Val, making their eyes look like they were glowing. Magnus didn’t recognize them like this, but it wasn’t hard to guess.

“Osiris?” Magnus checked and the new person nodded. “Shit. Amalia are you-”

His voice cut off when he looked to the side and saw Amalia frozen and still staring at him, Val too.

“I am regretting this trip so much,” Magnus muttered. “Tell me you did that and I don’t have to fight some magic monster.”

‘It was me,’ Osiris snickered, thankfully signing as he talked. ‘Surprised you’re here. When I saw you and realized you could hear the wisps I figured I should probably talk to you alone. I’ll see Amalia next time she comes by. But you, coming back home instead of sticking with your fancy lawyer job?’

‘You know I’m a lawyer?’ Magnus signed, not bothering with speaking if he didn’t have to.

Osiris shrugged. ‘The senator thing was national news. Happened to catch it.’

‘I have to ask,’ Magnus’s signs were a little hesitant as he tried to figure out how to ask a question like this in sign. ‘Are you really Si? Lia said you have their memories but think like them.’

‘Technically no,’ Osiris admitted. ‘The original Si died in the attack. They’ve moved on now. But I’m also them while also being my own person. I still remember you. I still like you and I missed you.’

‘Why didn’t you contact me or Vi after the attack?’ Magnus wondered. ‘We would have helped.’

‘I couldn’t have gone to New York,’ Osiris shook their head. ‘And I didn’t want to ask you guys to bounce around the West Coast hunting monsters with me.’

‘We still could have helped,’ Magnus protested. ‘You were just a kid. We could have sent money or something. We could have been in contact so you weren’t alone.’

‘I wasn’t alone. I had Lia and Horus,’ Osiris replied. ‘Look, it happened, it’s over. No point in beating yourself up about it now. Is that why you’re here? Don’t tell me you got fired.’

‘I did, actually,’ Magnus chuckled. ‘But not from this job. When Lia figured out we were cousins she told me everything. A lot of things were happening at work at the time so I couldn’t do much about it but now that things are settled I just had to see.’

‘The fact you could hear me from outside the breach means you definitely got the Power in your blood,’ Osiris told him. Though instead of signing the normal sign for the concept of power they preceded it quickly with the sign for ‘within’ so the two were back to back. ‘So if you really want nothing to do with this, run. Now. Leave and don’t ever come back. That tugging feeling trying to pull you into the breach will never stop and once you let the Power in it doesn’t let go.’

‘Aren’t you the Power?’

‘Yes. Also no.’

‘Does any of this shit make sense?’

‘Not to humans.’

‘Great.’

Osiris snickered and Magnus couldn’t help smiling a little bit. This wasn’t his baby cousin. Technically they’d never even met. There were all these little things slightly off about them that revealed they weren’t just not Magnus’s cousin, but not even human. And they were old.

But they still had that damn beanie, the stitching fraying in places from constant wear and distress. They still had that crooked smile their dad and Magnus’s mom had, which they both inherited from their mom. They still tilted their head as they thought about how to say something in sign and they still flexed their knuckles while they waited for Magnus to reply. It wasn’t at all his cousin. And somehow they were still his cousin. And after how their family had abandoned Magnus and Vivian…Magnus just couldn’t find it in themself to do the same to Osiris.

‘I’ll try to visit when I can,’ Magnus told them. Osiris may not be very expressive and they may have warned him to stay away, but Magnus still caught how their eyes lit up a little. ‘My boyfriend lives in California, maybe I can visit when I see him.’

‘Damn, you got someone to date you?’ Osiris snickered and Magnus gave them a one-finger sign anyone could understand. ‘Are you sure? I don’t want you to get trapped in this.’

‘Apparently I’m already in it,’ Magnus shrugged. ‘Or at least my blood is. Besides, even if you aren’t technically my Si, you deserve your family too.’

Osiris blinked at him for a moment, looking the most confused they had since they’d shown up in the cave. Then they hauled Magnus forward into their arms and Magnus chuckled as he embraced them. He was committed now. And he intended to keep his word.

So, he did.

Over the next few months, Magnus tried to engage with Osiris’s “life” as much as he could without fully committing himself to the Power. He got the full story instead of just the summary from Amalia. He even met more of Osiris’s friends. Him and Jocelyn got along well, and he met Lincoln when they coincidentally happened to choose the same weekend to visit, Magnus visiting Osiris and Lincoln visiting both Osiris and Val who was apparently his brother? Val said it was a long story and Mags dropped it. He knew a thing or two about long stories. Along with Lincoln came Horus, who Magnus very vaguely remembered being friends with Si when the two were younger, same with Amalia. The three had basically been joined at the hip.

Lincoln also gave him the number of someone named Abel, who was apparently Osiris’s boyfriend. According to Lincoln, he’d heard about Magnus through the grapevine and wanted to meet him. So the next time Magnus was in California he took the time to head further north and meet up with Abel. The two ended up deciding to keep in touch and often ended up visiting Osiris at the same time. Overall, things seemed to be going okay.

Until, just like Osiris had warned, the Power caught up to him.

#magnus bishop #marcus sharpe #osiris bishop #playchoices #choices #into the windverse #laws of attraction #loa #bisharpe

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chin-chilla-7 · 1 year

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Hey! Could I request some fluffy stuff for dbh Simon x human reader!

Maybe a couple months after the revolution Simon and basically the original Jericho member's have been put under a protection program and human reader is Simons body guard and maybe Reader comforts him and they start dating?

Hey there, thank you so much for this request! I think it’s really cute. Also thank you for your patience because this has been in my inbox for a bit and it took me a while to get around to it so I do very much thank you for your patience <3

Simon with a human reader who’s his bodyguard after the revolution.

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The transition into everyday life was not as smooth as Simon would have anticipated. He had high hopes that the revolution would have changed everyone’s minds: would have shown that androids have just as much place here as humans do. Though, even with the mostly positive response after the revolution, people were still upset with how the revolution went, and he was one of the main faces of it.

While he did have the advantage of not being the only PL600 android to exist, there were still many instances in which he was recognized for being one of the main androids in the revolution. At the moment, nothing severe had happened, but he had had a few close calls.

This led to himself, Markus, North, and Josh requiring people to look after them: a bodyguard. Each was given a personal bodyguard to protect them if any human were to take it a step too far. North was the one most resistant to the idea.

“I don’t get it. I could care for myself fine before the revolution. Why do I need someone to protect me now that it’s after the androids are free?”

Her protests were overruled by the concern of safety. Personally, Simon understood the need for personal protection, seeing as he had come across some less-than-happy people since the end of the revolution. So, he was welcoming of his new bodyguard. Besides, he could use this as a way to connect better with humans.

Meeting you was easy: rather professional, too. At least on your end. Simon didn’t see the need to be professional if you were going to be around him all the time. You were quick to drop the professional facade, feeling relieved that you could be more casual. With the time demand for this job, the casualness made it less straining for yourself.

Because, to be a bodyguard for the main members of Jericho, you were required to be with him at all moments when he was out and about. And while he was at home, you were allowed some time away, but still had to be on call in case of emergencies. It was a high-demand job, but you found that Simon was so pleasant to be around that it didn’t bother you much at all. Definitely one of the better clients you’ve had.

As time progressed, you found there was less and less time you would step out from your job. Even when Simon was home and you didn’t technically need to be there, you stayed around. Simon never mentioned anything about it, either, so you took it as permission to stay.

Doing this job can get personal very quick: being with a person essentially all day every day meant seeing them at every part in life: seeing them at their best and seeing them at their worst. You’ve experienced both with Simon. You hadn’t known a lot of the events Simon had gone through while working towards the revolution, and while he didn’t tell you everything, he told you enough to put things together: he had been through so much and yet still remained so kind and sweet throughout it all. You admired that about him. Soon admiration became adoration and suddenly you found yourself having a crush on the android you had been appointed to guard.

It was technically against the terms of your work contract, so you kept it secret on your end. Though, this job was still very personal, so it was a struggle to separate your personal feelings from your work when your personal feelings were right there.

Though, nowadays, you swear that Simon’s gaze lingers on you longer than it used to. And the way he smiled at you was different from how he smiled at North, Markus, or Josh. You wanted to chalk it up to you blowing things out of proportion, but it seemed to be something the others noticed, too. Simon quickly came up to you when you returned from the bathroom, updating you on what he had been talking about with North and Markus, and when you looked over to the two, you saw the looks they gave. You were putting it together.

Maybe Simon liked you too.

This wasn’t something you brought up for another few weeks, because you still wanted to be extra sure, and you certainly didn’t want to violate anything on your work contract. Still, you were beginning to notice every little thing Simon did for you now and it was getting harder to ignore your own feelings.

Finally, one day you couldn’t take it anymore. Job contract be damned.

“What do you think of a date?”

The question was unexpected. You two hadn’t really been talking: you were at Simon’s home with you laying on the couch and him sitting at a desk writing in a notebook. His pen froze in his hand before he looked over to you, feigning some confusion.

“A date, like, the food? You know I can’t eat-”

“No, not the food. You know I didn’t mean the food. I mean a date, like, we go out and we do something and it’s a date. What do you think of that?” You reiterated, sitting up from your spot so you could better face the android. “I… I’ve been thinking about dating you for a little bit and it sounds good in my head, so I’m asking you what you think of it. How does it sound in your head?”

There are a few moments of silence as Simon stares at you. You could see a tint of blue fading onto his cheeks as you could see him process your words. He sits back on his chair, looking back to his notebook. “I, uh… well, I- I guess I’ve been thinking about that too,” he started, a small chuckle leaving him. You couldn’t see it well, but you could see the hints of a smile now on his lips. “And I like thinking about it, so I guess I would like to try it out,” he said, looking back to you now. “Would you, uh- would you like to go on a date?”

You returned his smile with your own, feeling a bit of giddiness from the question. “Yes, I would like that very much.”

The moment you answer, Simon shot up from his seat and began to move around the house. “That’s great. I haven’t really been on a date, so I don’t know the best thing to do, but I’m open to anything. I know we aren’t really formal anymore with the job, but if you want something more formal for the date, I can dress up- I don’t think I have anything super fancy, but I can still work with what I have in my closet. Do you prefer what I wear- I mean, I want to make sure we match on formality: I don’t want you to have put a lot of effort into your outfit only for me to wear, like, jeans or something. Plus, where do you want to go? I like going out to do something, but if you’d rather it be something less energy like a restaurant or something, that works for me, too-”

“Simon.”

Calling his name snapped him out of his rambling. He stood in the middle of the kitchen, looking over to you. He seemed to have realized his reaction, the blue on his face now more noticeable. “Oh, uh- sorry. I’m just excited,” he said sheepishly.

You chuckled, standing up from the couch to make your way over to the android. “You don’t have to apologize for being excited. I’m excited, too. But I think we should at least decide where and when we’re going to have this date, yes?”

Simon managed to laugh a little. “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. Thank you.”

You tilted your head at that.”Thank you for what?”

“For being you.”

#detroit become human #dbh #detroit become human x reader #dbh x reader #simon x reader #my writing #fic

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"The Weekend...." Pt. 2

(Previous)

When Sean decided to barge his way in here, the last thing I expected was for things between us to end up how they started. Although it may not seem like it, sleeping with my sister’s man was something I never thought I was capable of. I swear if he was anybody else, this wouldn’t be happening. But he’s not, and that’s a choice I have to live with. From the outside looking in, it seems like I’m a villain…A jealous, bitter, hater that’s hell bent on ruining her sister’s relationship. In reality, I’m not. Our history goes much deeper than anyone could imagine. Dana thinks I met Sean when she first introduced him. The truth is, I knew him before they laid eyes on each other.

We met at a small “get together” during my freshman year in college. He was there celebrating our school’s first March Madness Playoff victory since he once played. Initially I figured he came over to secure his, "Ho" for the night, so I casually brushed him off. His tune changed real quick after that, with him trying to assure me that wasn't the case. I let it slide and after a nice conversation, we exchanged numbers. To be honest, I didn’t expect much to come from it…Dana always told me that men like him were not going to give me the relationship I wanted. But shit, in the weeks following, that man swept me off my feet. Even though he asked me to keep everything private, I never felt like a secret. We spent that summer vacationing all over…From Sunlit Tides to Monte Vista, we went everywhere. He made damn good use of that NBA contract. Sean was it for me. He was my first real situation and what felt like my first love. Things were great until he started pulling away. Soon after that he told me we were done. I was hurt, but thankfully had school to keep me distracted. I stayed on campus most of my sophomore year, including winter and spring break. Going home consisted of Dana gushing over her new Boo and that was something I couldn’t handle. As the school year ended, they finally decided they were ready to go public. After all, it was his birthday and what’s a lavish party without a trophy standing by your side? She wanted me to meet him first so I reluctantly came home. As she was ready to leave he popped in to say hello. Humph, I tried so hard to hide the shock, embarrassment, and disgust from my face when I realized who was extending his hand. I swear, Sean had some mothafuckin nerve. Unfazed though, he continued as if he never knew me. Everything happened so fast that I could barely get a word out and before I knew it, they were gone. He eventually tried to explain, claiming that he didn't know we were sisters until earlier that day. Although it was believable with Dana's over protectiveness, absence on social media, and the fact that I hated talking about my family, the entire situation didn't sit right with me. I didn't know how to or if telling Dana was a good idea so I left it alone. Seeing them together hurt, especially with the way Sean ended things. But with school creating a nice distance, I was able to move on.

Everything was good. I had my life and they had theirs. Although Sean's place was our new home, I managed to keep myself separate from them for a while. But once they started having problems, humph, shit got messy. After arguments he came to me. It went from venting, to apologizing, to having regrets, to making his way to my bed. It's been three years since we first crossed that line. I don't get any joy from doing this behind my sisters back. And like I said, if he was anyone else. I fell in love with Sean first and as much as I tried to forget him, it never worked. Yesterday he finally admitted what I knew all these years...He loves me too. With Dana on verge of leaving, I don't know what will happen between us. One thing's for sure though...I'm about to put this lingerie set to good use.

"Well damn, you were just sleeping." *walking up closer* "You know, you don't have to get dressed. Security stays upstairs and outside."

"I know...I ain't worried about them."

"Okay?...Then why are you getting dressed? You leavin?"

"I don't want to but..."

"Then don't. If you turn around you'll have a good reason to stay."

It was impossible for him to hide his excitement when he saw what I had on. His smile, his dimples and his beat red face told me everything I needed to know. He was just as enamored as I was. Regardless of any conflicting feelings he had, there was no denying how he felt about me. I gave him a kiss that led to his hands planted firmly on his favorite spot. Shit, he needed that reminder. As things were progressing, with me unbuckling his pants, his phone started ringing. He ignored it, but after getting a text, he gave up, slowly pulling away.

"Just put it on silent Boo..." I said, gently stroking his dick.

"You know I can't..." *moves my hand*

"This is so fuckin stupid! Its only been two days since she found out about Julia and she's already calling. And you?...You don't make any sense! You finally admit that you love me but now you're doing this? You ain't have a problem fuckin me all over this room. What Changed?"

*Briefly closed his eyes* "I don't wanna hurt you Dee..."

"Well, it's too fuckin late for that! I don't get it. What happened to all your regrets? How you wish it was me? How long you've been in love with me? Be a man and stand on that shit! Dana will be fine, its not like you've been the best to her anyway. I can be your secret until you're ready. I clearly don't have a problem with it. Hell, you can keep doing your thing on the side too. Bitches like Julia don't scare me because you know where home is."

"Look, I would love nothing more than to have that with you but I can't. It's too risky and you know it. I'm a starter now and I'm trying to secure my biggest contract yet. That shit is gonna change my life, Dee. If it got out that we're together, it would be over. Controversy only works on tv and social media. I'm sorry."

"You always say that, yet you've risked it all every time we messed around. Moses knows. He hates me and definitely wasn't okay with it. What if he let it slip?" I said, as his phone rang again. "Oh my god, is she stalking you now?"

"No. She's waiting for me. I already talked to her when you were in the shower."

"So that's it? You're ready to spend the rest of your life with someone you barely love?"

"Don't do that. I never said no shit like that and you know it. You really think I put damn near six years into this without truly loving her? Come on now. She may not be the ideal choice, but it works. We can't always get what we want." *looks at his phone* "I gotta go. And yeah, about this...It ain't happening again. I fucked up, I'm sorry."

I hoped he'd turned around and realize the mistake he was making. Humph, but once that front door closed, I knew he wasn't coming back.

Just like the end of summer, freshman year, I was left heartbroken by his ass. I had been suppressing a lot while we went back and forth, only to have it all resurface yesterday. This love shit really feels different when its reciprocated...Damn it's not fair. After crying my eyes out, I grew angry. How does he get to play in our faces like this? I know I was wrong, but him?? I can't do these mental gymnastics again. I don't want to lose my sister but at this point it's gone too far. He did say "we all can't get what we want". She needs to know and he needs to pay. I'll find the right time to do it...Definitely before their wedding. Since I can't talk to anyone about him, music usually helps calm me down.

"Alexa, play Kill Bill by Sza..."

To Be Continued.......

#black simblr #sims story #ts3 story #dana #deanna #sean #story update #the weekend

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bradshawsbaby · 1 year

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Hello Lovely ☺️💗

No rush or pressure whatsoever to this but I’d be so wholly delighted to read the products of your wordsmithery with prompts 2 and 15 (separately is what I was thinking 😆 but if you wanna put them together more power to you👍🏻💗) for The Bradshaws. From that November prompts list. Only if you’re still wanting to write drabbles. 🫣💗 Okay thank youuuu 😘

💗💗💗

Anything for you, darling! You are literally too cute! ☺️ I have another request for Prompt #2 in my ask box, so I focused on Prompt #15 (Looking through an old photo album) for this one!

“Oh, honey!” you gasped softly, blowing away the light layer of dust that was clinging to the cover of the large photo album you’d just pulled from one of the many boxes strewn across your living room. “Come here!”

Your fiancé’s head popped up from across the room, where he had been engrossed in rummaging through a box of his own. With his backwards baseball cap and old college hoodie, he somehow managed to look both extremely casual and devastatingly handsome at the same time.

“What’s up, baby?” Bradley asked, wiping some dust from his hands onto the front of his sweatpants as he rose from his spot on the floor and moved towards you.

“I found an old photo album in this box,” you told him, smiling up at him from where you were sitting cross-legged on the floor beside the couch. “It looks pretty full,” you added, eyeing the width of the rather hefty album.

With just a few months to go before your wedding, and before you and Bradley moved into the new apartment you’d just signed for, there was still so much to do. But tonight had nothing to do with wedding planning. Instead, you had encouraged Bradley to bring boxes of his parents’ things over to your apartment so that you could go through them together. They’d been sitting in storage for a long time because they’d been too painful for Bradley to go through on his own.

“But if I have you with me, I think I can do it,” he’d told you when he agreed to bring them over.

Now he was sitting down beside you, one strong arm wrapping around your waist as he gazed at the large photo album resting on your lap.

“Oh my God, I haven’t seen this thing in years. My mom kept so many pictures in it,” he breathed out, almost reverently, as he reached out to brush his fingers across the cover.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see his throat constricting tightly. “Do you want to look through it or would you prefer I put it away?” you asked him gently.

Bradley glanced up and caught your eye, offering you a tender smile. “No, it’s okay. Let’s look through it,” he said, slowly flipping it open. He stopped immediately when he saw the words Bradshaw Family Memories written in a clear, bold hand across the first page. Running his fingers over the dried ink, his lips curved up into a nostalgic smile, tinged with only the tiniest hint of sadness. “That’s my mom’s handwriting. She wrote everything down in this thing,” he explained.

You smiled warmly, rubbing his back lovingly and letting him take the lead with flipping through the album.

Carole really had kept so many pictures in this thing. There were pictures of her and Goose when they were dating, pictures from their engagement party, and pictures from their wedding, all carefully documented with names, dates, and places, just like Bradley had said. There were pictures of Carole during her pregnancy, including a few old ultrasound photos.

“My baby when he was a baby,” you laughed softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek, which made Bradley smile. “Oh, and look at this!” you exclaimed excitedly, pointing to another photo when he turned the page. “‘Bringing Bradley home from the hospital!’ So sweet! Your parents look so happy,” you murmured, noting the expressions of joy on Goose’s and Carole’s faces as they gazed down at their precious son.

“They were,” Bradley said quietly, his eyes shining. “God, look how young they were.”

Younger than the both of you were now. It was crazy to think about.

Resting a comforting hand on Bradley’s upper arm, you leaned over and pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “I know they’d be so proud of you, honey.”

Swallowing slowly, Bradley nodded and dropped a kiss on the top of your head. “And I know they’d have loved you. They’d be so excited about the wedding.”

You nodded, laying your head on his shoulder and curling up against his side as he pulled you closer to him.

“I can’t wait to marry you, baby. To start our life together,” Bradley murmured, turning his head to look down and meet your gaze. “We’re gonna fill so many photo albums just like this one, so that one day our kids and our grandkids and our great-grandkids can look back and know how much we loved each other.”

“That sounds perfect, honey,” you whispered, managing to get the words out past the lump of emotion in your throat.

Sitting side by side, you and Bradley continued to flip through the album together, each page offering a new reminder of the ways Goose and Carole had loved each other, and their sweet boy.

Their love would live on forever, just like yours and Bradley’s.

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𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐬.

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‣ eddie munson x f!reader ⏃ stranger things masterlist | 1.9k words | slight angst, fluff, no use of y/n, mentions of blood, swear words, and drug use

‣ requested by @ninasixthgun : [ An eddie x f!reader after becoming back from the upside down. I was thinking about Eddie meet reader, who is a healer. She will help him to recover back his mental health and remove any bad energy in him (like Will, but from the bats). She will teach him meditation and herbs, which at first is not easy for him. But then they grow a cool friendship to the point that may have a crush one her because of how much she helped and how free spirit she is. But she doesn't want to read his intentions because she might think that they are not compatible. Maybe he can change her mind by demonstrating that he is a new man. He is no longer a disaster and has gathered his life. ]

‣ A/N: thank you so much for requesting! i had fun writing this, and hopefully you'll enjoy reading it! i'm getting into spirituality myself, so i'm not quite an expert, but i wrote to the best of my ability! fun fact, "china's rain" is a play on words of an incense i got last week :)

All he could do was stare at the clone in the mirror, his shirt soppy and burned with the ink of his torn skin. A skull bandana strewn across his forehead in mocking courage, it was laughable that he thought to put it on. He was a coward, a weak man who dashed from anything that posed a threat. This he believed wholeheartedly.

He should be dead. Should be. The teeth of the damned creatures embedded deep scars into his being, it was as if he was still there, defenseless in the Upside Down while those, things, nipped at him. It was pure, dumb luck he was still alive. He should be grateful, but again, ‘should’ is a strong feeling here.

Hawkins was done for. Vecna made sure of it, with his claws stretching across town, swallowing houses entirely and sucking them into his trap. Families were separated, innocent lives taken, communities destroyed. Eddie was one of many victims, he was by no means a special case. So why it hurt him so bad, he couldn’t find the answer.

One fortunate conclusion from this was his name had been cleared from the press. A demonic murderer deemed innocent, the freak is just a weird guy. The destruction shifted the focus from him to the end of the world. Nothing from last week mattered anymore.

His back never ceased to feel the stares, though. As he exited the hospital doors, it was as if the town of Hawkins hushed their murmurs to watch. Like Moses parting the Red Sea, Eddie dispersed the crowd with a limp, bandages from hip to collarbone concealed beneath his shirt. With no trailer to return to anymore, the high school gymnasium was his new home. Wayne escorted him there with tears in his eyes, still believing Eddie’s reappearance was too good to be true. Other survivors resided in the gym on beds with scattered belongings and lost hope. Eddie and his uncle were now to join them. It was interesting to find familiar faces amongst the broken crowd.

An annoying cheerleader from his English class, now broken in sobs in the arms of her grandparents. A basketball player who supported Jason Carver, now pale in the face. And right in the back near the donations stand stood proud Steve Harrington, though the more Eddie stared, the less proud and put together he appeared. As Eddie and Wayne rested themselves on the shitty cot that dared call itself a bed, his eyes fell over to another face he recognized.

“Hey Ed.”

The nickname threw him off. A casual term reserved for friendship, but he couldn’t recall ever having that. Why the sudden greeting, he was unsure. Who’d dare poke the bear who was a supposed killer just a few days ago?

..In the sea of red, you approached him.

“...”

He barely gave you a glance, a stiff nod and a flicker of his fingers as a wave.

It wasn’t surprising. He looked like Hell, probably just went through it, too. With hands in your pockets, you gave a quick glance to your surroundings before asking your next question.

“...You have a light?”

You smiled when he made eye contact.

—

He noticeably loosened up once you two were outside, away from all the noise. Your backs leaned up against the brick wall with a cigarette dangling in both mouths, a Marlboro Spearmint in your pocket.

…

It was quiet. Eddie almost looked too frightened to talk. You turned towards him as you dragged a hit, butt of the cigarette flaring up with your breath. The question left your mouth with the smoke.

“...How are you holding up?”

You watched Eddie exhale a cloud into the space in front of him. No response.

“I never believed what they said. That you were a bad person.”

It was the truth. Maybe it was useless speaking this to him now, or maybe it didn’t mean anything.

“..It’d be kinda cool if you were a real satanist, though. I’m kind of interested in it.”

You hoped to stir some reaction from him with that last statement, but nothing.

…Eddie finally scoffed.

“..Seriously?”

You coughed with laughter. “I don’t know. It’s interesting to go down the path everyone else is too scared to go down.”

Eddie stared as that sentence left your lips, waiting for the trick to happen and for the facade to drop. But it never came.

You sat out there with him until sundown, when the rest of the volunteers were dismissed, and the moon welcomed the sky. He opened up more and more as time progressed, the walls tumbling down the more you two laughed about the end of the world.

Perhaps Eddie didn’t remember, but you two did know each other before all this. You shared science with him. He sat two rows over from you. He was sleeping on his blank test sheet just a week ago. The hysteria surrounding Chrissy Cunningham’s death didn’t awaken some newfound urge to talk to him, you’ve actually been watching him for a while. His demeanor pulled you towards him, in a weird calling sort of way. Maybe it was fate that you two shared a Marlboro this day.

It became routine to borrow his light and lean against the brick wall for support. Eddie found himself looking forward to it, this strange recurrence that has now come to be. You looked forward to it as well.

“I actually brought something for you.”

“Is it Reds?”

Your rummaging through the backpack paused. He shrugged.

“..Cuz I’m getting a little tired of Spearmint.”

He sounded ashamed to admit it. You sighed. “Oh my god.”

“It’s not cigarettes but it’s something I think that’ll do you some good.”

Eddie scrunched his eyebrows together, confused at the skinny pieces of wood you held so carefully.

“It’s just incense, but I think maybe. I don’t know. You could burn some sometime.”

You offered him a stick, and it felt sweet, innocent even. Like he was back at recess in elementary school, pretending sticks were a signal of wealth in a child’s game.

“Smell it.”

Eddie raised a brow while lifting it up to his nose.

“Oh shit. That’s nice.”

You beamed. “It is, right? It’s called ‘China’s Rain.’”

He gave it another sniff. “You said you burn it? Is it like a candle or something?”

You tilt your head in emphasis. “Eh, kind of. It’s more like smoke, but I like to burn them to cleanse my room. If I ever feel negative or anything.”

You put a couple more sticks of incense in his palm. “I feel like you could use them because they help with healing. And since you’ve been dealing with some stuff the incense can help cleanse that energy.”

Eddie stared at the incense in his hand, then up to you. Then back down. Then up.

“Why’re you doing this?”

He watched you avert your glance from his, before meeting them again.

“Honestly…I just like helping people. I’ve always felt like I’m supposed to give love instead of receive it. I don’t know why, that’s just how it’s been for me.”

Eddie frowned. “Isn’t that like, a sad way to live?”

You shook your head. “Not really. I’m sure I’ll find it someday, just not right now, yknow.”

It baffled him. Your whole presence and way of living bewildered him. Maybe that’s why he’s come to enjoy your smoke sessions so much. He looked at the incense sticks again.

“Well, thanks for the..” He gestured to the incense, to which you smiled.

“..I really appreciate it.”

—

“I’m gonna be honest. I hate this.”

“It’s only been five minutes!”

“I can’t sit still like this, I feel antsy.”

“Pleaase.”

Eddie groaned through closed eyelids. You beckoned him to join you in a deep inhale and exhale. Inhale, hold, exhale. Inhale, hold, exhale. Inhale-

“I’m so serious, what’s the point of this.”

You collapsed into the palms of your hands. “Oh my god.”

Eddie sputtered and laughed, his legs coming out of criss cross to stretch in front of him.

“I’m sorry I don’t understand your whimsical ways.”

“Please don’t call me whimsical.”

You felt a knock on your ducked head. “It’s true though.”

The wind carried through the scattered leaves of the forest, the trees coming alive as if to agree with his statement.

“Anyways. I don’t think this one’s cut out for me. I liked your sticks better.”

You finally sat back up to catch his eye. And his stupid, stupid grin.

“Meditation isn’t rocket science, Ed. You literally just sit there and breathe.”

“Well, I can’t sit still to save my life.”

He was proving his own point by the slight bounce of his ankle and his fingers pulling up grass. You poked his calf.

“You should try it again sometime. It’s calming. Helps clear your mind.”

“How often do you do all this? Everyday?”

You shrug. “More or less.”

His eyebrows shoot up. “Damn girl.”

“It’s all about consistency. It’s hard at first, but once you make it a routinely thing, it’s easy.”

Well, that part’s true. Eddie knew all about consistency, considering he forced himself on a daily basis to learn a plethora of riffs from his favorite artists. At least, he used to.

“Agh okay. I’ll try it. Later though.”

He was quick to comment when you elevated, hopeful expression deflating with a smack to his shoe.

Though hours later, when the usual time for sleep kept him awake, Eddie sat up in his cot. Readjusting, he crossed his legs underneath him, his palms resting on the tops of his knees. With a deep inhale, Eddie closed his eyes. And breathed.

–

The next day, Eddie found you feeling lighter. The previous weight of nightmares and anxiety had lifted slightly, and the morning sun shone just a bit brighter. Your whimsical ways had worked.

“Hey. I got you something.”

Eddie eyed you suspiciously. What were you going to pull out of your sleeve now..

You handed him a box with a breathy laugh. A pack of Marlboro Reds.

“Since you’re so tired of Spearmint. You ass.”

A cigarette pack. A box of Marlboro Reds.

His chest ached from his agonizing pulse, his heart speeding up and thrusting at his ribcage with full power. All of a sudden he could breathe and not feel pain. The cogs in his veins began to turn again, pumping blood and life into his body. He found himself smiling at you as he dug out his lighter. Eddie watched you place the cigarette between your lips, meeting the flame with hooded lids, and he could feel himself laughing at the way you scrunched up your nose.

“Oh god. I haven’t smoked Reds in a long time.”

His cheeks were hurting. Was he grinning this whole time?

Weird how this was his life now. Was he allowed to feel this good around you? Was he allowed to move on and be happy?

The brick wall carried you down to your knees, cigarette dangling loosely in your grasp. Eddie joined you at your left, his shoulder grazing up against yours. He decided then that it was okay. He’ll let you continue to save him.

“You look relaxed today.”

He felt it, too.

“Yeah. I might’ve..tried to breathe last night.”

You smacked his shoulder, a wide grin on your face. “For real?”

Eddie cackled and caressed his shoulder. “Yess. Why’d you hit me, that hurt.”

“That makes me happy Edward. Real happy.”

This time he pushed you back, shaking his head as you lost your balance for a moment.

“No but seriously. I’m happy to hear that.”

You shyly dragged on your cigarette again, ignoring the way your mouth couldn’t contain its content. Eddie’s peripheral caught on, his own grin mimicking yours. A shared, mutual moment of bashful silence, and a pack of Marlboro Reds abandoned on the gravel.

He was going to be okay.

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