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Let me spoil you

(love language series- giving/receiving gifts)

Cata Coll x reader

Inspired by the love language giving and receiving gifts- Cata is constantly trying to spoil you throughout your day.

I hate how I ended this but love that I managed to keep it a reasonable length. Last one in the series is Alexia hoping to save the best for last. Should be out in the next few days, probably not tomorrow.

The rest of the love language series:

Perfect. A.Bonmati x reader. Quality time.

Silent communications. M.Leon. Physical touch.

Broken. P.Guijarro. Acts of service.

You know I love you. A.Putellas. Words of Affirmation

Masterlist

You yawned as you pushed open the door of the locker room. Obviously you should’ve gone to bed earlier last night instead of trying to finish the book you’d been reading. You did finish it though and it was worth it probably. It just meant today was going to be somewhat rough. It sure would’ve helped if you had time to grab coffee on your way but of course you had slept late.

When you made your way to your locker, you noticed a to-go cup and pastry bag sitting in your cubby. You stopped in your tracks, thinking about where it would’ve come from before you locked eyes with Cata. She gave you a knowing smile from where she sat across the room.

“Bon dia, mi vida,” your girlfriend made her way over to you, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek.

You were about to pull her into a hug when Patri yelled across the room at you, “Ay, (y/n), can you tell your girlfriend to bring some for the rest of us next time?” Your only response was an eye roll and shake of your head while Cata grumbled at her in Spanish, trying to hide the growing blush on her face. It was cute how she knew her friends would bug her about “going soft” for you but still was willing to do it anyways. Especially today, when her leaving your coffee in your cubby would surely catch someone’s attention.

Your girlfriend sat down next to you while you started to get ready for training, “hey, thank you for the coffee, amor.”

She shrugged, brushing it off, “I figured you were up late since you said you were almost done with that book you’ve been reading. I assume you stayed up to finish it?”

“You know me too well, Cata Coll,” you chuckled lightly at her as you took a big drink of your coffee, relieved by both the caffeine and how well your girlfriend knew you.

“If you need something to read next, I picked up a book for you that Ingrid was talking about, it seemed like something you’d like. You could come over after training?”

You stood up now, offering her your hand to help her up, “you know I’ve told you that you don’t need to keep buying me stuff,” you left a quick peck on her lips as she stood up to join you. “But I will absolutely be coming over after training. Maybe we could take a nap together?” You looked at her hopefully, already expecting how exhausted you’d be after training. Cata gave you an excited nod as you joined Patri and Pina to walk out to the pitch.

You ended up training late, staying to work on penalties with Alexia. Cata already knew you’d be meeting her at her place when you were done so you took your time making your way back. When the two of you reached the locker room, you noticed a small pile of things in your cubby that wasn’t there before.

“Cata leaving you things again?” Alexia smirked at you, knowingly. She peeked over your shoulder as you looked at what your girlfriend had left for you- her hoodie that she had been wearing this morning, a protein bar, and a small note from her.

Hola, mi vida! Hope you had fun with Alexia! I’ll be here whenever you’re done. Don’t take too long though, I’m making your favorite! Drive safe and see you soon. I love you! -C

She had signed it with a heart, just like she always did which made you smile. You loved how she always left you notes like this instead of just sending you a text. The way that it took her more effort to find something to write on and write out her thoughts for you instead of just texting you on her way out the door made it feel like she really cared about you getting the message. You put the note in your bag, saving it to add to your box of other notes from her, while finishing off the protein bar.

Cata always seemed to know exactly what you needed no matter how small it was. There were times when she’d drop a significant amount of money on you without a second thought but it was things like this that you appreciated the most. The day to day things. The things that just made your life that much easier. Things that made it clear that she was constantly thinking about you and making sure you had everything you could possibly need.

Once you had showered, you threw her sweatshirt over your head and made your way to her house. As soon as you got in your car, you smiled at the polaroid picture your girlfriend had given you that always sat on your dash. It was a picture of the two of you, on a trip she had planned for you. You were sitting sideways on her lap with your head on her shoulder, smiling straight at her while she smiled for the camera.

Hanging above the polaroid was a friendship bracelet that dangled from your rearview mirror. Cata had made it for you of course. It had both of your initials surrounded by beads in each of your favorite colors. Some might say it was childish but you absolutely loved it. You loved the constant reminders of her in your life. When she had given you that bracelet, she had just returned from international break, excited to show you what she had made in her limited down time. That wasn’t the only one she had made you, you had plenty more sitting on your dresser at home as well. You cherished everything she gave you, keeping every note, every little gift. You could never thank her enough for everything did for you and the ways it made your life so much better.

When you made it to your girlfriend’s house, she greeted you from the kitchen. She seemed to be just finishing making dinner and just as she promised in her note, she had made your favorite.

“Hola, mi vida! I see you found my sweatshirt?” she smirked at you as you only rolled your eyes. She knew you were always chilly after coming inside from training but never thought to bring a sweatshirt of your own. “Food is almost ready. I stopped by the store to pick up some ingredients, which slowed me down, but it looks like it’s perfect timing.”

You joined your girlfriend by her side, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “Hmm, gracias Cata. You spoil me.” You cuddled into her side for a hug just as she set your plates down at the table.

She placed a long kiss on the top of your head, “you’re easy to spoil.”

The two of you were lulled into a comfortable silence as you ate dinner together. You enjoyed the slow evening with her after such a long day of training.

Both of you seemed to be lost in your food when suddenly she pushed her chair back and quickly stood up, “I almost forgot! Look what I found on my way home from the store!”

You watched as your girlfriend ran over to the counter again and grabbed a small bundle of flowers to show you. You couldn’t deny how perfect they were. “Gracias amor, they’re beautiful. But you really don’t have to-”

“I know! I know I don’t have to but I want to. Please just let me spoil you today?” She stuck out her lower lip, pouting at you, knowing you wouldn’t be able to say no to that face.

You rolled your eyes at her but couldn’t hide the smile on your face as you pulled her into you. She was always spoiling you with things like this and somehow still managed to surprise you as if it were the first time. You cupped her face in your hands as she smiled widely at you, proud of herself for finding all your favorite things. All you could do was pull her into a deep kiss in hopes of communicating how grateful you were for her. You felt her strong hands grab your hips and pull you even closer so your bodies were pressed against each other.

You hummed against her in appreciation for the sudden contact. You broke the kiss slightly. “Can it be my turn to spoil you now? Please?” Cata responded only by kissing you again, even harder, taking your surprise as an opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth.

You groaned against her, knowing you could never fully express your appreciation for her. She had no idea how grateful you were for the random things she was always leaving for you. The amount of thought she put into everything she picked out for you was priceless and no amount of sex would be enough to show her how much you loved it. It would have to do for now though and you sure would try- not that Cata could complain.

The rest of the love language series:

Perfect. A.Bonmati x reader. Quality time.

Silent communications. M.Leon. Physical touch.

Broken. P.Guijarro. Acts of service.

You know I love you. A.Putellas. Words of Affirmation

Masterlist

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citrusy-lemons · 10 months

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pancake-cakes

tasm!peter x reader

summary: late night cravings bring out some deeper feelings.

author's note: HOLY SHIT, count on me to go MIA for a month after posting. honestly tho i'm so sorry, i've got school and extracurriculars and projects and shit and i haven't really gotten time to write and my schedule is still super hectic, hopefully i'll be able to get other stuff out soon but no promises :/

let me know what you think? constructive criticism is welcome and please be nice :)

see, the middle of the night wasn't meant for this. it's to sleep and dream and pee.

not for baking a cake without having most ingredients of the cake. but you'd gotten a sudden craving and it was a weekend tomorrow, so bad decisions were inevitable.

did you have a million assignments to do? maybe. but peter also had a million assignments to do and he was still here, so technically, he's also making bad decisions. he was aware of that fact.

mind you he did try to convince you to go back to sleep at first but you wore him down. he didn't put up a big fight, he never did, against you.

he's convinced himself that he was only there to watch over you and make sure you didn't slice a finger or spill the flour, not to help you out with your late night shenanigans. but he was cutting up the strawberries so, really, he didn't have a strong resolve.

"you know, i think that when the box says 'pancake mix' you're supposed to make pancakes," he said, turning to you, who was reading the back of said box.

were you trying to bake a cake in the middle of the night with pancake batter cuz you didn't have the stuff for the cake and didn't want to go to the grocery store to get it? kinda. would peter have gone and got the stuff himself if you'd asked? yes.

"i didn't listen to you the last 17 times, i'm not gonna listen to you now, and besides," you said, pouring the mix into a bowl, "a pancake is just a cake but made on a pan instead of an oven. we're just changing the recipe a bit," you shrugged, like it was obvious and he was the stupid one.

"there are so many things wrong with that sentence, i dont even know where to begin,"

"here's a hint, don't."

you were being mean, you knew that. you didn't mean it. peter knew that. and you knew that peter knew that but you would apologize later. he knew that. he sighed dramatically.

"you wound me,"

you rolled your eyes at that. pretending to be annoyed at him was easy. wiping the smile away from your face when you were around him wasn't.

"if i had a dollar for every time you're wounded, i'd be filthy rich."

he glanced up at you. he knew that that wasn't completely a joke, it had a bittersweet tone to it. was that the reason why you were up at this ungodly hour? peter knew that you'd been stressed lately, he didn't know he had a hand in that.

"hey, you wanna tell me what's up?"

you didn't meet his eye, but you did stop fiddling with the bowl. almost immediately, you grabbed the knife out of his hand, mumbling, "you're cutting them all wrong,"

you both knew that wasn't true. one of the perks of having grown up with may was that peter was a fantastic cook. he'd been doing this sort of stuff forever. you needed to get better at excuses.

he gently laid his hand over yours to stop you and said your name softly, pleadingly. a long pause. you complied.

"it's just that," you started with a sigh, and dropped the knife, "you're my best friend peter, and i know that being spiderman means a lot to you," hesitation creeps up as you get to the actual issue. peter senses a 'but' coming. you look at him.

"but you come home every night with bruises everywhere, in pain, and i know you say that they'll go away in the morning and they do but," you're rambling now, he doesn't stop you.

"you have to see it from my perspective, i-" another sigh, you look away, "i get scared, peter."

oh. you were worried for him. he wonders how he didn't realise that before. that time he came home with a stab wound and you looked like you were going to cry he thought you were nauseous at the sight of blood. peter was an idiot.

"i know i shouldn't but i dont like the thought of you getting beat up every night." you were talking with your hands now, "imagine how you would feel if i came home with bruises all over my body and told you not to worry and that i'll be fine in a couple hours." you looked at him again. there was a sort of pain in your eyes. peter wishes it weren't there.

"it doesn't feel good peter. and you assume that i'm supposed to be okay with it?" you took a deep breath and closed your eyes, turning back to the strawberries. your hands were shaking.

peter thought about it. about what you'd said. you were scared for him and he understood that. it couldn't have been easy to be with someone like him. but he couldn't very well abandon spiderman. it was a part of him now. he knew that you knew that, but at the same time, he understood your point.

he thought about how he'd feel if the roles were reversed. if you came home with the type of wounds he did every night, he would be terrified. he couldn't blame you, of course he couldn't.

but he was spiderman, he had a responsibility, an unspoken vow to this city. he had opportunities and powers that no one else did, and he wanted to do good with it.

he hadn't asked for it, but he still had it. if he gave up being spiderman, he didn't think his conscience would let him live with it.

"i'm not asking you not to be spiderman," you spoke, finding your voice, "of course i won't do that. i'm just saying..." you trailed off, unsure of what you wanted and whether you were allowed to have it.

peter took both your hands into his, silently begging you to look at him. you did.

"i know what you're saying, and i understand. i don't blame you, i get where you're coming from and i promise, i'll be fine," he said, softly. he knew you were anxious about his safety.

"i can't give up being spiderman, and i know that's not what you're saying, but you have to understand, i can't not do it, it's a part of me, and i swear i will be more careful," his brown eyes bore into yours, willing you to understand. you blinked and unconsciously looked to the floor.

"but what if, being careful isn't enough one day? what if it isn't just some robbers or burglars but some other things? what if it's one of those aliens or mutants or something and you can't defend yourself? what am i supposed to do then, pete?"

you closed your eyes again, trying to stop the tears. peter's heart was tearing itself knowing that he was the reason for them. how could he tell you that him being the cause for your tears hurt more than any knife in the world?

"hey, look at me," he said, searching for your eyes. you shook your head but looked up at him anyway, the tears in your lashes resolutely not giving in to gravity.

"nothing is going to happen to me. i've handled stuff like that, you know. i know you're worried and upset but i promise, nothing will happen. you need to trust me, okay? we're going to be fine. please, I need you to trust me."

he said your name like it's the last time he'll ever get to, not in a way a friend is supposed to.

you sniffed, "i trust you, i do. it's this city that i don't trust," you steeled yourself, "but if you're sure, and you believe we'll be fine, then i do too."

he cracked a smile then, and pulled you in for a hug. a tight one. neither of you let go for quite a few minutes. you relished in it.

"god, okay i know i'm being silly, i'm sorry," you said after you'd pulled away, rubbing at your eyes.

"you're not being silly, don't be sorry. it's completely okay and valid. don't ridicule your thoughts, you're allowed to feel," peter said, in a scold-ish manner that he'd no doubt learnt from may.

"and please step away from the strawberries, and go back to butchering your so-called 'cake'," he said with a teasing smile, bumping his hips into yours to move you back to the bowl of pancake mix.

you scoffed incredulously, back into your playful demeanor, "excuse you, i would have perfected this pancake-cake if i weren't feeling sleepy right now, so, unfortunately for you, you won't get to taste this deliciousness, whenever i do get to make it,"

"oh, what a tragedy, i won't get to torture my tastebuds with whatever concoction you manage to brew up,"

you shoved at him, not that he moved an inch, and grabbed the plate of cut strawberries.

"just for that, i'm gonna eat these strawberries in bed using your pillow as a table, and you know i can be a very messy eater," you laughed like an evil sorcerer and ran towards the bedroom.

peter, horrified at the thought of sleeping on a sticky pillow, ran after you, forgetting that he had sticky hands himself. (pun intended, i'm sorry i couldn't not do it)

"come back here you!"

the pancake mix in the bowl, the half pack of strawberries waiting to be cut, and the anxiety were all left forgotten back in the kitchen.

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justagalwhowrites · 11 months

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Lavender - Ch. 21

When someone you dread comes to the QZ, Joel takes matters into his own hands. A continuation of Lavender Ch. 1-20 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: Description of past SA, PTSD response, torture. No use of Y/N. 18+ only, minors DNI!

Length: 7.2k

Friday, April 17, 2015 - Four Years Later

“So you’re not going to be Dr. And Mr… Fuck, what was his name again?” Andrew snapped off a bite of jerky.

“His first name was Simon,” you said. “I’m not actually sure if I ever got his last name.”

“So you’re not going to be Dr. And Mr. what’s-his-name why?”

“Because he had a weird problem with the fact that he’d sometimes have to share a bed with my best friend,” you shrugged.

Jess groaned.

“He was fine with it at first when he assumed the best friend had a vagina and he thought he could finagle a three way out of it,” you said, taking a drink of water. “Got a little less OK with it when I said the name Andrew…”

“You guys don’t even do that much anymore!” Jess said. You and Andrew both looked at her for a moment. She sighed. “You do that every time I go outside the QZ don’t you.”

“It’s like you don’t know me at all,” Andrew kissed her temple. She sighed, leaning into him.

“Almost like he’s attached to his wife and has a hard time coping when she’s out dealing with the end of the world,” you said. “He’s just strange that way…”

She rolled her eyes.

“Who knew I’d be a part of the codependency club…. Well, hopefully now that the new batch of guards are coming in they won’t need me as much,” she sighed. “They’re supposed to be getting a few other people who are equipped to go help with field psych evaluations with this bunch…”

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Andrew muttered. “They’re only after muscle, they don’t give a shit about anything else.”

“Isn’t this group supposed to be pretty big, though?” You asked. “We’ve got Marta coming in to help with processing for health screenings in like an hour…”

“You say that like it’s not going to just be more goons,” Andrew said. “With all the shit that’s going on… There was a shoot out just a few blocks away the other day. FEDRA’s losing their grip.”

“They ever bug the clinic break room we’re going to be next on the executioner’s block,” you muttered.

“Makes me nervous, talking about this stuff here,” Jess said. “No one likes it but…”

You were quiet for a minute.

“Any other dates coming up soon?” Jess changed the subject. “I still liked Sean…”

“He did stick around for a bit,” Andrew nodded. “He lasted, what, four months?”

“Yup,” you nodded. “I liked him, too. But, you know…”

They didn’t respond. They didn’t need to. Sean had said “I love you” and had expected to hear it back. You just weren’t comfortable lying to him. He didn’t stick around long after that.

“Nothing on the books yet,” you shrugged. “We’ll see what happens.”

“You’re just going to end up fucking Tommy again,” Jess narrowed her eyes at you.

“Yeah, I don’t know if I should be proud of you for figuring out how to have casual sex or if I should be frustrated with you figuring out how to do it with just one person,” Andrew said. You glared at him. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s very on brand for you…”

“Hey,” you cut him off. “Why are we talking about my sex life? I don’t get to talk about your sex life…”

“Ours is boring,” Jess shrugged. “Yours is way more fun.”

You weren’t sure if fun was quite the word you’d use for it.

Yes, you’d managed to branch out a bit since your split with Tommy. It took a few months but, when a guy in line for rations had asked if you wanted to hang out sometime, you’d said yes. Sure, you ended up having nothing in common with him but it was a start. Something you were now comfortable doing. Now you were having dates somewhat regularly. Even if you weren’t always sure you understood the point of it.

You’d only been broken up with Tommy a few months when he showed up at your door late one night, just before curfew. You were already in bed when he knocked on your door. You frowned. Even months later, you recognized the knock. You all but jumped out of bed and tore the door open.

“Hey Kid,” he gave you his signature, cocky smile. His bicep was bloody.

“Of course you’re bleeding,” you sighed, opening the door. He smiled sheepishly but came inside. “You’re always fucking bleeding.”

He sat on your bed where he always had as you’d stitched him up and shrugged out of his shirt, hissing as the fabric passed over the cut on his arm. You gathered the supplies and turned on enough lights that you could see what the fuck you were doing.

“Who’d you piss off this time?” You asked, cleaning the knife wound. It was jagged.

“The usual,” he said. “Believe it or not, this isn’t how I wanted to see you again…”

“Weird that you still go out and get into trouble then,” you muttered, checking the wound before starting to suture.

“I’ve been thinking about coming by, saying hi for a few weeks,” he said. “Missed you. Weird not seein’ ya all the time. This was just… the push I needed.”

“Everyone else OK?” You asked, glancing up at him.

“Fine,” he said. “Tess made it out unscathed. Joel’s leg is better. He just got decked in the face this time out, which he probably deserved for somethin’ else stupid he’s done lately.”

You laughed a bit at that.

“Probably did.”

By the time you’d stitched him up, it was past curfew.

“I can take the couch,” he said, but you waved him off.

“We shared a bed for a year,” you replied. “Just shower first, you’re gross.”

You were reading when he climbed into bed beside you.

“Kind of a weird place to ask it but, think we could be friends?” He said. “Meant it when I said I missed you. Don’t expect anything else but I’d like to be friends.”

You looked at him for a second, the shadow of familiar longing in you. You ignored it.

“I’d like to be friends, too.”

And you were just friends, for a while. It took some adjustment but you liked Tommy as a friend. He was funny, he shared a lot of the concerns you had about FEDRA and what was going on in the world, he was unfailingly kind.

A few weeks after you broke up with Sean, the two of you were sitting on your couch, watching a movie Tommy had found on his last trip outside the QZ, Cruel Intentions, something you’d never bothered to see before. You liked it well enough but the sex scenes… you hadn’t had sex since the split with Sean. The scenes were making you fidget on the couch, rearranging yourself to try to get some kind of relief from the ache between your legs.

The movie finally, mercifully, ended and Tommy looked at you.

“Proposition,” he said.

“Shoot.”

“We have sex.” You raised your eyebrows, he pressed on. “As friends. We’ve already done it, I have a good time, you have a good time…”

“You’ve just got a one track mind,” you rolled your eyes at him.

“No,” he said. “I can just tell when you’re turned on and I’m tryin’ to be a gentleman.”

You glared at him.

“No strings, no pesky feelings, just sex when we both want it,” he said. “That’s it.”

You thought for a second. Could you do that? You supposed the last time you’d had sex with Joel it had been just sex. You’d kind of hoped it would be more but you knew that it wouldn’t be.

“Just sex?” You asked.

“Just sex,” he nodded.

Just sex with Tommy turned out to be pretty damn fun. It wasn’t something you did all the time but it was enough to you from being too focused on the sex part on the rare occasions you did try to date someone new. It was easy enough to cut off when he found someone he was interested in or you did and easy enough to fall back into when you were both single again.

It was during one of the “just sex” periods that Tommy brought you to meet some of his… friends.

He’d just gotten back from a smuggling run and had a pack full of stuff when he showed up at your door with a broken finger.

“Figured why try to fix it myself,” he teased you. You just rolled your eyes and let him in.

“So I’ve been thinking,” he said slowly as you set his finger. You just raised your eyebrows at hm. “I’ve got to run this stuff to a meeting tomorrow night. You should come.”

“What kind of meeting?” You frowned.

“Just some like minded folk,” he shrugged.

“You’re being awfully cagey, Miller,” you said. He shrugged again. You smirked a little. “I’m not going to a swingers club with you…”

“Damn, killing all my dreams here, Kid,” he teased back.

The next night, he came by the clinic as you were finishing, the pack on his back, and led you across town to a building that FEDRA hadn’t done anything with yet.

Your body tensed. It reminded you of being outside the QZ, like a clicker or a raider was going to jump you at any second.

“You’re OK,” he said quietly, leading you down a hall. There was a firefly insignia painted on the wall where he turned.

“Tommy,” you hissed. “Are you mixed up in…”

“Just listen to what they have to say,” he said quickly. “It’s not what you think.”

“Don’t know what the hell kind of death wish you have,” you muttered. He ignored you.

The meeting was informal. It was Tommy, a handful of other people and a woman named Marlene who seemed to be running things. They didn’t seem to want to talk openly with you there, but they seemed to have enough understanding of whatever the fuck it was they were doing to not need to say much explicitly. Something told you that Tommy had mentioned bringing you along before.

After the meeting, you hung back with Tommy and waited until Marlene was alone.

“This is the friend I told you about,” he said, nodding at you. Marlene looked you over.

“So you’re the doctor,” she said.

“So they tell me.”

“Tommy says you’re doing some research,” she said. You glanced at him. “I’d be curious to learn more.”

“Not a lot to say at the moment,” you shrugged. “I’m trying to use some preexisting research on slowing the growth of fungal infections to see if I can develop a way to stop cordycep progression after transmission. Like an emergency injectable or, maybe someday, a vaccine. So we can have time to excise or amputate the infected tissue. I haven’t found anything that works yet, though.”

“What if you thought a little bigger,” Marlene said.

“Bigger.”

“Bigger,” she nodded. “Bigger like a cure. Like it doesn’t matter if you’re bitten beyond needing some stitches. Bigger like we get our fucking planet back.”

You laughed for a moment before you realized that she was being serious.

“You’re talking about developing a cure for cordyceps,” you looked at her.

“I am,” she said. “And I’d like your help. You don’t have to only develop what FEDRA wants…”

“FEDRA barely tolerates the work I’m doing now,” you scoffed. “I’m not developing this for them, I started doing this on my own and my boss was willing to let me use some facilities to do it in…”

“But a cure…”

“A cure is so far beyond unlikely,” you said. “We have nothing to build a cure off of. Right now, I’m looking for a bandaid…”

“Bandaids don’t do much for bullet holes,” she replied.

“When you’re the one patching people up, you come talk to me about bandaids,” you snapped. “Until then, let the professionals handle it.”

She laughed darkly.

“Didn’t think you’d be such a supporter of FEDRA,” she said.

“I’m not,” you replied. “I’m just a realist. I wish FEDRA just didn’t exist but they do and we’re stuck in the reality we’re stuck in. I’m not going to sit here and wait for some magical cure to manifest, I’m going to work with what I have and try to do what I can to make it better.”

She considered you for a moment.

“If your research pans out,” she said. “Would you consider sharing the formula with us?”

“Yes,” you said. “Of course. I plan to give it to anyone who asks for it. A hope for survival shouldn’t be a tool for power, I don’t intend on just giving it to FEDRA to leverage as they see fit.”

“We have a lab,” she said. “Out west. We could provide you all the support you’d need…”

“No,” you shook your head. “No, I’m not going out there with infected and raiders if I can help it. And my life is here. My friends are here, the clinic, the kids at the school… I’m not going anywhere.”

She sighed.

“Well, Tommy knows how to reach me,” she said. “If you change your mind. Which I hope you do. You would be an asset to our mission.”

Tommy walked you back to your place in silence. He stopped outside your door and you just sighed.

“You’re being an idiot with them,” you said. “Don’t let it get you killed.”

You doubted he listened to you.

Marta poked her head into the break room.

“Just got word from the front gate,” she said. “They’re heading our way.”

“That’s my cue,” Jess said, getting up and stealing a kiss from Andrew. “See you when you get home. Try not to wear yourself out.”

“I make no promises,” he said. She rolled her eyes, waved by to you, and left.

Andrew looked at you.

“Ready to get fucked by FEDRA?” He asked.

“Sounds like your average Friday to me,” you replied, cracking your neck, downing the rest of your water and heading to the exam area.

Things went smoothly at first. Marta and Andrew divided the men up, each of them handling intake for half of the 100 or so troops FEDRA was sending in from other QZs and training facilities. Then, the men went back to the exam area where you and the other doctors and nurses did quick exams and sent them on their way. You were on your 14th exam when you knocked once on the exam room door and went inside, without paying much mind to the name on the chart. “Hello,” you said, opening the file. “I’m…”

“I remember you.”

You looked up. Your stomach clenched. You had to swallow to keep from vomiting. Your heart pounded. Your hands shook. It took everything you had to not run.

You looked down at the file in your trembling hands, skipping over the first name and going to the last, even though it was burned in your memory, just like his face.

McCarthy.

“Always wondered if you’d made it through,” he smirked at you. “You look good, hardly know it’d been 12 years. How old were you then?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” your throat was dry. “I’m just here to do a quick exam.”

“Oh, c’mon now, I know what we had was more memorable than that,” he said, looking you up and down. Your stomach turned. “Know it was for me. You had… Well let’s just say, been looking for a girl to measure up since.”

“I just need to take some vitals,” you managed, getting the blood pressure cuff off the wall.

You barely remembered taking his vitals. Everything sounded like a high pitched whine, you could hardly hear or register anything he said. You were hyper aware of the feel of everything in your body, of every blood vessel, every muscle, every function. Breathing took conscious effort. So did blinking, swallowing. All you wanted to do was throw up.

After what felt like an eternity, you stepped back from him.

“You’re all set, Officer McCarthy,” you said.

“Have to look you up now that I’ll be in town,” he smirked. “Good to know that I can just start here.”

You knew your eyes must look like dinner plates, so wide and afraid. He seemed to like that.

“See you around, Doc.”

He winked, closing the door behind him. The second he was out of the room, you locked the door and doubled over the trashcan, throwing up. Your body just rejected everything you’d eaten that day, coughing and choking in its rush to expel it.

You’d spent the last 12 years pretending that McCarthy didn’t exist. That it had never happened. When he came to mind, you tried to shove the thoughts down, tried to avoid them, deny that there was anything to think about to begin with.

You rinsed your mouth out in the sink and tried to keep your tears under control before you rushed out of the exam room to find Dr. Lee.

Thankfully, he was just stepping out of an exam room when you did.

“Lee,” you said quickly. “I need you to cover for me, I have to go home.”

He groaned.

“Come on, we’re slammed…”

“I know,” you said, looking up at him. “But how often do I ask to go home early? I have to go home, I can’t…”

He looked at you and frowned.

“Yeah,” he said. “Get out of here.”

You all but sprinted for the door and out into the sun. You took moment when you got outside, doubling over with your hands on your knees to catch your breath before starting your walk home. You needed to curl up under your blanket, feel safe in your own space. It seemed like you might snap in half if you didn’t. You’d just started to calm down, to get your heart to stop racing, when McCarthy stepped out from an alley and grabbed your wrist, pulling you back down it with him.

You froze as he put your back against the wall, his arms caging you in.

“Now I know you remember me, pretty thing,” he smirked. “I’m the guy who saved your life, the lives of those kids you were with, you wouldn’t forget a guy like me…”

“You have me confused with someone else,” you could barely talk. He ran his nose over your cheek, smelling you.

“Bet you still feel the same,” he said. “Bet I could find out…”

“Please,” you choked. “I just…”

“Hey!”

Suddenly McCarthy’s body was pulled away from yours and Joel was in front of you.

“The fuck is this?” He asked, facing McCarthy. Your hand went to your chest, clutching the fabric of your shirt, desperate to get your heart to slow down. “Because it looked an awful lot like you were hasslin’ this girl.”

“No trouble,” he said. “Just… an old friend. We go way back, all the way back to the outbreak. Don’t we, Sugar?”

Joel looked over his shoulder to you but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

“Get the fuck out of here,” Joel snapped. “Catch you botherin’ her again you’ll regret it.”

“Careful who you talk to,” McCarthy tried to step up to him, but Joel had several inches on him. “Probably don’t want to piss off a FEDRA officer.”

“I don’t give a shit who I piss off,” he growled. “Get the fuck out.”

He stood there and watched him go before he turned to you.

“Hey, Baby,” he said gently, reaching for you. You flinched back, your stomach turning.

“Please don’t touch me,” you managed.

“I just want to help…” he began but you cut him off.

“I know,” you said. “But just… don’t touch me, please don’t touch me, just don’t touch me…”

“Won’t touch you,” he said, hands up. “Promise.”

You nodded quickly, trying to not hyperventilate.

“Want to talk about it?” He asked, standing close enough that he could catch you if you fell, far enough that you didn’t feel like you needed to cower away from him. You managed to shake your head. “Want me to get someone? Like Andrew or Jess or… I could get Tommy.”

You just shook your head again, holding onto the wall, trying desperately to ground yourself. Joel hovered, watching you.

“I’ll be fine,” you glanced up at him. “You don’t need to stay…”

“Not going to just leave you here like this,” he said, voice gruff. “Especially if you won’t tell me why.”

“Doesn’t matter,” you said, standing up straight and leaning back against the wall. You took a deep breath, closing your eyes and focusing on your diaphragm, pushing it low in your stomach to draw as much air into your lungs as you could. You breathed out slowly.

“You left work early for it,” he said. You lifted your head off the wall and opened your eyes, looking at him. He shrugged. “I try to stay away from you. Usually safe over here right now.”

You scoffed a little.

“Didn’t know I made it unsafe for the big bad smuggler,” you tried to smile but you weren’t sure that it worked. Judging from Joel’s expression, it didn’t. “Really, it’s fine. I’m just going to go home, have a drink, put on some music. Maybe take a bath. I’m fine.”

“Who was the asshole?” He asked.

You winced.

“I really don’t want to talk about it, Joel,” you said. “I just really don’t, OK? Please don’t make me. And please don’t say anything to anyone about it, I’d just rather pretend this never happened, OK?”

“Tell me who he is and I’ll drop it,” he said. “Won’t tell anyone.”

You searched his face for a moment.

It had been a long time since you’d been this close to Joel. Probably since the night you’d walked him back to the QZ with his broken leg.

It hadn’t been as complete of a shut out as the year before, at least. Not this time. You’d occasionally bumped into him when out running errands. He’d give you a nod of acknowledgement, which was better than you’d really expected. He’d come into the clinic once - you saw him in the waiting room - but Andrew put him with another doctor. You’d even seen him once at his apartment. You’d come by when Tommy said to meet him there, he’d said not to worry about Joel. But Joel came home as you stood in his living room, waiting for Tommy to grab the last of whatever it was he needed for whatever it was you were going to do - you’d since forgotten all that, too distracted by seeing Joel. He’d just stood there for a second, frozen, looking at you. You’d smiled tightly at him. He just went to his room, brushing past Tommy on his way by.

His hair was starting to gray, but otherwise, he looked the same as he had for as long as you’d known him. His picture was still on your bedside table. You slipped it into a drawer if you were having Tommy over or you were seeing someone but outside of that, you had a reminder of what he looked like before beside you all the time. It still killed you to look at him, made your heart ache with missing him and who he was to you once.

In spite of everything that had happened between you, you didn’t think he would hurt you on purpose.

“I don’t know his first name,” you said, looking down at his feet. “His last name is McCarthy.”

You managed to look back at his face.

“Please, Joel,” you begged. “Don’t tell anyone, please don’t tell anyone. I just want to pretend like it never happened and I can’t… if people know I…”

You were starting to hyperventilate again. You closed your eyes and forced yourself to take a deep breath and hold it for a moment before releasing it slowly. You looked back at Joel.

“I’ll do just about whatever you want, just please don’t tell anyone,” you said quietly.

“Won’t tell anyone,” he said.

You nodded, relieved.

“I’m walkin’ you home though,” he frowned. “In case that fucker shows up again.”

You just nodded, not feeling up for fighting with him. You tried to gather yourself for a moment and then started off, Joel staying an almost awkward distance from you as you made your way through the QZ. Like he wanted to be close but not so close that he might risk accidentally touching you or have someone thinking you were walking anywhere together. He didn’t say anything, just looked over at you every minute or two like you were a bomb he was expecting to explode.

“Thank you,” you said, stopping at the communal door to your building. “I appreciate your help with him. I wasn’t prepared for that, I will be now.”

He just nodded gruffly.

“It was…” you paused. “I don’t know if good to see you is the right word but… It was nice. Seeing you.”

He paused, looking you over for a moment.

“You too.”

He crossed his arms, watching you. It took you a second to realize that he was waiting for you to go inside. You opened the door.

“Night, Joel.”

“Night, Kid.”

***

Joel waited until you were inside to go lean against the building opposite yours, in an alcove where he was tucked away and largely out of sight. He was pretty certain this McCarthy fucker hadn’t followed you but he wasn’t about to take any chances.

Whatever that asshole had done, it was bad. Joel had only ever seen you that horrified once, when a raider had his hand around your throat. The way you’d panicked when he’d reached for you…

He ground his teeth. He needed to know what this man did to you so he could make sure it wouldn’t happen again.

Joel stood sentry outside your apartment for hours. After the clinic closed, he saw Andrew go up, but he was only there for a few minutes. You must have lied to him, he doubted he would have left if you’d told him the truth of it. He waited until curfew was only minutes away and went home, making it inside just in time.

“Out late,” Tommy observed, sitting on the couch.

“Got held up,” he said.

“Trade go bad?” He asked.

“Turned out OK,” Joel replied.

Tommy didn’t press. He wondered if you’d ever told Tommy whatever had happened. The two of you had stayed close after breaking up, you might have told him something you’d never told Joel…

He could think of just one person who would almost certainly know. McCarthy had mentioned the outbreak. Andrew must know, must have some idea.

Tommy went to bed but Joel stayed up. He’d told you that he wouldn’t tell anyone. You’d begged him not to tell anyone. But he needed to keep you safe and to do that, he needed to understand the threat. But what you didn’t know wouldn’t hurt you.

The moment curfew lifted in the morning, Joel was out the door, walking quickly to Andrew’s. He had to pound on the door a few times and it took a few minutes for him to answer, looking half asleep.

“Miller,” he said, stifling a yawn. “Thought I wouldn’t have to deal with your shit anymore.”

“McCarthy,” Joel said quickly. “FEDRA guard. Name mean anything to you?”

Andrew’s eyes went wide for a moment before he grabbed Joel by the shoulder and pulled him inside, closing the door behind him.

“Where’d you hear that name,” he asked. He looked wide awake now.

“Not important,” Joel said. “Who is he. What’d he do to her.”

“He here?” Andrew growled.

“Tell me what he did.”

He looked Joel up and down before he laughed darkly.

“God, you never even tried with her, did you?” He asked. “To busy with your own shit so she never told you…”

“What did he do.”

Andrew glanced down the hall, making sure Jess was still asleep and looked back to Joel, his voice low.

“He fucking raped her is what he did,” he spat. Joel’s stomach twisted. “She’s never called it that, she never calls it anything. She likes to pretend it never happened but that’s what it was.”

“What happened.” Joel’s teeth were clenched. His whole body was coiled like a spring. He needed to hit something, the energy and rage needed to go somewhere.

“We came to a check point,” Andrew said. “Two guards, both armed, three of us. I was a kid, I was 18 but I was a kid and Jessica… She was trying to take care of us. They had guns and he told her the way to get through, made it clear he’d start shooting if she didn’t listen. She gave me the gun, told me to protect Jessica, he took her to the woods… She never told me what happened, she never talked about it. She just came out different. I should have fucking killed him, I should have shot him the second she gave me the gun…”

Joel felt like he was going to be sick. He’d left you. You’d been alone with two children and his child inside you and you’d been forced…

“Where is he?” Andrew snarled. “I’m going to rip him apart…”

“One of us needs to be there for her and it can’t be me,” Joel replied. “Needs to be you. She trusts you. You take care of her, I’ll take care of him.”

Andrew looked like he wanted to fight him for it but eventually he gave him just a single, stiff nod. Joel turned to leave before he turned back to him.

“Pretend you don’t know,” he said. “Promised I wouldn’t say anything but… Couldn’t protect her if I didn’t know what I was protecting her from.”

“When are you doing it?” Andrew asked.

“Today,” he said. “I’m going to hers now, make sure he doesn’t show up. I’ll get her to work OK and take care of him, dump him somewhere tonight.”

“He shows up at the fucking clinic and I’ll kill him,” Andrew said, his voice eerily calm. “I don’t give a shit.”

Joel nodded once. This was the first time he remembered ever really liking Andrew. He could leave you in his hands at the clinic and you would be safe, that he knew.

He all but ran to your apartment, leaning against the building across from yours, waiting for you to come downstairs. He’d been waiting for about an hour when he spotted you. You’d French braided your hair, like you were expecting a long day. You hadn’t put on ribbons.

He caught you quickly.

“Good morning,” he said, falling into step beside you. You nearly jumped out of your skin. “Sorry, wasn’t tryin’ to scare you.”

“What are you doing here?” You asked, frowning up at him.

“Making sure you get to work safe,” he said. You clearly hadn’t slept, you looked exhausted.

“I’m fine, really,” you said, continuing on. Joel walked beside you. You frowned at him again but didn’t argue the point. He walked you to the front door of the clinic in silence, you just giving him a tight smile and a small wave before going inside. Joel found a spot near the door he could wait, make sure McCarthy didn’t come in before Andrew got there.

Andrew spotted him on his way in, stepping over to him and keeping his voice low.

“He probably came in with the transfer guards that showed up yesterday,” he said quietly.

“Temp housing,” Joel said.

“Exactly,” Andrew replied. He looked Joel up and down. “Good luck, Miller.”

With your friend on site, Joel finally felt safe leaving you.

Moving to hurt the man who hurt you quickly eased the tightness in his chest. He may have failed you 12 years ago but he wasn’t going to fail you now.

He went home and got supplies. He didn’t intend to make McCarthy’s death easy. He needed to make sure he had what he needed to make it worthwhile.

Joel stood at the edge of the small market that was near the temporary housing for FEDRA employees. He figured McCarthy would need to come through here at some point. He was right.

Shortly after noon, McCarthy came through the stands, pondering what there was to buy. Joel waited until precisely the right moment, reaching out and grabbing the man by his collar and pulling him into a darkened alleyway. He yelped but it wasn’t loud and it didn’t take the man long to recognize Joel.

“You again,” he smirked. “Here to apologize?”

“Here for information,” he growled. “What did you do to her.”

“To who?” The man smirked challenging him.

It was a dumb move. Joel was so mad he couldn’t see straight. He grabbed the man by the throat and thrust him into the wall, hard enough to make him cough and choke.

“Tell me,” he demanded.

Now, the man just looked scared. He punched McCarthy hard across the face, enough to knock him out, and slung him over his shoulder, moving quickly for the abandoned building he’d spotted earlier.

He ducked inside, going for an interior room where his screams wouldn’t be heard.

There was a chair in the room, and old folding one. He tied the man to the chair and smacked him to bring him around.

“What the fuck?” He looked around, straining against his ties, his eyes wide. “You don’t know who you’re fucking with…”

“I know exactly who I’m fucking with,” Joel said. “I think it’s you who doesn’t know.”

He pulled out his knife and took the second chair and pulled it up close to McCarthy’s, getting right in his face.

“Tell me what you did to her,” Joel said.

“Look,” he said quickly. “It was the outbreak…”

Joel sighed, opening the knife and shoving it into the man’s thigh. He screamed, doubling over as well as he could given his bonds. Joel smiled.

“You’re going to tell me what you did to her,” he said. “I want to know it all. Tell me what you did to her.”

“Please,” he whimpering now. “I swear…”

Joel pulled a pair of pliers from his pocket. He held McCarthy’s head still as the man started begging and pleading. It fell on deaf ears. He pressed the pliers around his one of his middle teeth and pulled.

It felt good, expending energy this way. He was taking action, doing something. It didn’t even feel like he needed to pull that hard.

McCarthy screamed, blood pouring from his mouth. Joel gave him a moment to catch his breath, watching him bleed. He liked his blood. He wanted to see more of it.

“What did you do to her?” He asked through clenched teeth.

“She wanted it!” He sobbed.

“Wrong answer,” Joel ripped the knife from his leg and thrust it into his shoulder. The man screamed again. “What did you do to her.”

“Took her into the woods!” He screamed, panting for breath. Joel gave him a minute to pant. He could wait.

After a minute he spoke again.

“How did you get her to the woods, McCarthy?” He asked. The man’s eyes glistened with tears.

“I…” his voice cracked. “I told her I could give them a code to get through the other checkpoints in exchange…”

“In exchange for what?” Joel patted the man’s knife wound on his leg. He cried out again.

“In exchange for sex!” He cried out. “I told her I’d trade sex for safe passage, said I didn’t know the next time I’d see a woman, I didn’t want to waste it…”

“Did you have a gun?” Joel asked. The man looked confused. He grabbed his face, holding his cheeks harshly in his fingers, forcing him to look at Joel. “When you told her you’d trade for sex, did you have a gun?”

“Yes,” he sobbed. “Yes, I had a gun…”

“So you threatened her,” he said. “You threatened her and the children she was with.”

“No,” he man moaned. “That’s not… I swear, it wasn’t like that…”

Joel sighed and pulled the knife from the man’s shoulder before he thrust it into his uninjured leg. McCarthy wailed.

“I threatened her!” He panted, gasping. “I knew what I was doing, I wanted her and knew how I could get it so I threatened her…”

“And you took her into the woods,” Joel said. The man nodded. “With your gun.” He nodded again. “What did you do then?”

“Told her to get undressed,” he groaned. “Told her she had great tits… once she was naked, told her to lie down…”

He choked and cried. Joel sighed, reaching over and smacking his face, forcing him to look at him.

“Then what,” Joel’s voice was harsh.

“I…” he swallowed. He looked terrified. “I got on top of her…” His voice broke. “Please….”

“What. Next.”

“I put my dick in her,” he groaned. He was crying now. “I fucked her…”

“That’s not what you did, is it?” Joel grabbed his hair, holding his face close to his own. “Call it what it was McCarthy!” He screamed it. “What did you do to her!”

“I raped her,” he sobbed it out. Joel released his hair.

“Where’d you touch her,” he asked. He looked confused. “You touched her when you raped her, right? Where.”

“Her chest,” he sniffed. “Hips, waist…”

Joel remembered the parts of you that made you freeze when he touched them, parts of you that never made you freeze before. He wasn’t sure you even knew you did it. Now he knew why.

“That it?” Joel asked. He nodded. “You cum in her?”

“Please…”

Joel pulled the knife from his leg.

“You don’t seem to fucking get it,” he growled, getting in his face. “I like hurting you. I want to hurt you. I don’t need much reason to but you saying please? Makes me want to hurt you more. I want to fucking flay you alive every time I hear you beg. So answer the goddamn question,” Joel thrust the knife into McCarthy’s other shoulder. “Or I will do what I want.”

“Yes!” He cried it out. “I did, I came in her…”

Joel sat back, panting for breath for a moment, looking McCarthy up and down. He was covered in blood. He was weak, slumped over like he couldn’t hold himself up.

Joel wasn’t done with him.

“You know she was pregnant when you did that?” He asked. McCarthy lifted his head just enough to look at Joel. He shook his head. “Well, she was. With my kid.”

He stood up, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows.

“I wasn’t there to protect her then,” he said, flexing his fingers before curling them into fists. “But I am now. Can’t let you live with what you did, McCarthy. I have to kill you for her. But when I make it hurt? That’s for me.”

He swung, punching him in the middle of his stomach, knocking the air out of him.

“And I’m going to like it.”

***

The clinic had been fairly quiet that day, quiet enough that your mind wandered to places you didn’t want it to.

Andrew was no help. He was oddly withdrawn, only really responding when prompted, not initiating much conversation himself. But he didn’t fight you when you put on Joni Mitchell, so you were taking what you could get. You were dreading going home but didn’t have a reason to tell Andrew you wanted to sleep over, either. You were debating about how up front you wanted to be when there was yelling outside the clinic.

“Help!” Someone screamed. You looked to Andrew for just half a second before running for the doors.

Two FEDRA soldiers were hauling in a third man, holding him by his underarms and knees, the man’s body totally limp. He was so covered in blood you were almost certain he couldn’t still be breathing.

“Jesus Christ,” you said before yelling over your shoulder. “Kristen! Trauma!” You turned your attention back to the men. “What happened?”

“Don’t know,” one said. “Just found him like this, he transferred in with us there’s no way someone here hates him enough to do this yet…”

“Let’s get him back,” you said, Kristen running up to you as you headed back toward the exam rooms and the surgical suite. “We need O-, a lot of it…” She glanced around you to the injured man.

“Not sure that’ll make a damn difference,” she said but she ran to obey.

“We’ll start him in an exam room,” you said quickly. “Want to try to maintain a sterile area in the OR but I’m sure we’ll need it…”

They carried him into the exam room and lifted him onto the table. You quickly washed your hands and gloved up before diving in, looking the man over. Kristen ran in with the O- and quickly hung it as you cleaned up a place on his arm to start a transfusion.

“Do you even know who this is?” You asked the men who carried him in. The man’s face was beaten beyond any kind of recognition. His lower lip was barely hanging on, eyes swollen shut, nose crushed.

“He had his dog tags,” one man said. “It’s Lewis McCarthy…”

You froze, your stomach twisting. Your head spun.

“Doc, I don’t think we can do much here,” Kristen said from McCarthy’s side. “He’s lost so much blood…”

“We should try,” you said, on autopilot. You tried to find the worst injuries on the man. He was missing teeth. He’d been stabbed numerous times. His whole body was covered in blood and bruises, not a single inch of him left unscathed. You swallowed before pulling down his pants to see what might be on his legs when you saw it.

“Oh my God,” you jumped back from the table and into Andrew, who’d come into the exam room at some point and you hadn’t noticed. He caught you.

“What?” Kristen asked before looking herself. “Oh!”

She jumped back, too.

Where McCarthy’s penis had been, there was nothing. Just an open wound. One of the men who brought him in gagged and ran for the trash can, throwing up. You stared at it, the place where the part of him he’d weaponized against you had been torn away. Andrew held onto you.

“We’re losing him,” Kristen said, her hand on his neck. “Doc, I don’t think… there’s nothing we can do here, there’s nothing we can do with this.”

You nodded, shaking as Andrew kept you upright. He looked to the men.

“You should go,” he said. “Don’t need to see this.”

They nodded, trembling as they left.

“I’ll go get a bag,” Kristen said, staring wide eyed at him. “Stuff to start clean up…”

She left you and Andrew alone with the body.

“Andrew,” you whispered. “Did you talk to Joel?”

“He had questions,” he said, voice flat.

“Oh my God,” you stared at the body. “What did he do?”

“The right thing,” he said, squeezing your shoulder. “The right fucking thing.”

A/N: AHHHHHHH THE McCARTHY CHAPTER. I've been waiting for Joel to go off on him since chapter 8 and we finally got here. So satisfying to write, hopefully satisfying to read!

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Request: Carl gets lost on a scavenging trip and Reader, althought although she grew up well protected in Alexandria, goes to search for him on her own. In the end Carl has to save her and they get caught in a storm and have to seek shelter somewhere and spend the night and some fluff occurs, maybe more, as you like

delivered <3

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You often wonder what dirt tastes like. Oh, you wondered what life outside of Alexandria was like. Was it terrifying? Were the stories about the flesh-eating monsters true? Well, now you know.

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You watched as Carl was talking to his father, Rick Grimes. After Carl lost his eye, Rick had been a bit tense. But you understood that. Family is family. You saw Rick hand Carl a gun. You had your arms crossed. You were sitting on a bench, just watching the father-son duo talk. "Yeah, I'll be careful, Dad. It's not like I'm going to get bitten by a walker. So, chill." He reassured his worried father. "Teenagers," he scoffed. "Be careful, okay? I want you back here by five." Carl smiled and nodded. "Y/N," he turned to look at you, "don't do anything stupid till I get back." "How can I? You're taking all the stupid with you." He gave his father one last hug before walking out of the gates of Alexandria, your home. "You're staring." You turned your head and saw Enid. "Woah! No, hi or hello, Y/N, it's so great to see you," you mocked, making Enid roll her eyes. "You really gotta stop staring at Carl. He's the leader's son, for Christ's sake!" "Sorry, mom," you muttered under your breath. You got up from the bench and went back inside your house. You looked at your watch. It was one p.m. He should be back by six, just like Carl's father said. Hopefully, he will be back soon. You missed him. No, you barely know him. Idiot.

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You've had enough of this. The adults were panicking; your friends were panicking, and so were you. But you had the guts to get up and find the eyeless boy. You were going to do it. You threw your hood up and sneakily started making your way to the armory. You'd never done this before. You had lived a very sheltered life in Alexandria. Hell, you didn't even know how to properly use a gun. Thanks to Deanna, you were a bit useless when it came to fighting. After all, you hadn't left the walls since the outbreak started. You were lucky to have found Deanna just two days after the world went to shit and blood. You opened the window and jumped in, quietly, of course. You quickly grabbed a gun and stuffed it into your backpack. You heard familiar voices outside the window. "I'll go, man. Anything for the kid." It was the deep and gruff voice of Daryl Dixon. You hadn't talked to him before because he seemed intimidating. But who knew that Daryl Dixon was just a big softie on the inside? "Nah, you ain't going to look for him. You're staying here. Me and Michonne will go. Take 'are of Alexandria, alright?" It was Rick Grimes, the father of Carl Grimes. "Fine. But if you ain't back, then I'm going after ya." You heard them start to walk away. You let out a sigh. If this was the kind of stuff the FBI did, then you wanted no part of it. But anything for Carl. He is your friend. You opened the window you used to come in and jumped out. You kept your hood up and ran.

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When you were running, you also overheard Rick talking about where Carl went to scavenge. In your eyes, he was so brave. Carl was supposed to be scavenging for a bunch of stuff in an old neighborhood near Alexandria. You'd never been there before. You tripped over a rock. "Shit!" you exclaimed. You heard low growls coming from behind you. You looked behind you and saw four walkers. "Oh, shit." You scrambled to get up, but then again, you tripped over your foot and started falling down the road. At the bottom was a river. You used your leg to stop yourself from falling. You held onto a tree as you tried getting up. But again, you heard growls coming from behind you once more. You turned around and saw fifteen walkers. This is it. This was the end of your life. Y/N Y/L/N died to fifteen walkers who brutally dug into her stomach and ate her. "Oh, God. Help me." But it seemed like God wasn't listening. The wind began to pick up, and the rain started to pour in heavily. The sky has darkened to a deep shade of gray. You heard gunshots and ducked. And in a matter of seconds, the walkers fell one by one. "Woah! You look rough, girl. And didn't I tell you to not do anything stupid till I got back?" It was none other than Carl. "Oh, my. It's you! I've been looking for you for ages now. You idiot! You could have died!" You scolded like an angry mother. "Sorry, Y/N." Oh, but who could resist that adorably handsome face? "I got lost. I've been tryna find my way back to Alexandria too." You laughed. "The brave and bold-" You started coughing uncontrollably. "Poor thing." He walked over to you and gave you his jacket, but you pushed it away. "No. No, I don't need it." "Don't need it, my ass! Take it!"

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It was storming heavily. You and Carl were incredibly wet due to the rain. "Are you okay?" He asked. "What?" "I said, are you okay?" he repeated. "Yeah!" you shouted. There were wet leaves on the ground, a few collapsed trees, and walkers. You barely knew how to protect yourself. But Carl was there. And he was all you needed. "Y/N!" You turned to look at him. "Over there. That's the neighborhood that I was looking for." You nodded and took his hand. The two of you ran towards it. Your shoes were muddy, your hair was a mess, and your shirt was half-ripped because of a branch, but you were still wearing Carl's jacket. You and Carl were also tired. But kept on running towards the nearest house in the neighborhood called "Clemenswood." Carl kicked open the door, and you two ran inside, panting. You were cold and started shivering. "Y/N, I'll be back. I'll see if this place has food. You stay here, okay?" He said softly. "Okay," you answered. You sat down on the cold, hard, and dusty floor. It looked like no one had lived or stayed here for a while. Moments later, you heard Carl rush in. "Good, you're still here. Anyway, I found a few stale bags of chips and two sodas. Is that fine?" he asked. "Yes," you replied. He smiled and sat down next to you. He opened one of the bags and handed it to you. "Thank you, Carl." You smiled warmly. ⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

You and Carl decided to spend the night in Clemenswood as the rain didn't seem to be stopping anytime soon. You looked at Carl, who was laughing at something you said. "I love you; you know that?" You looked at him in disbelief. He blushed. "I meant it in a friend way-like a best friend way." You smiled. "Well, then, lover, I love you too. You're a great friend." Carl took your hand in his and wrapped his comforting fingers around it. ⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰ You were lying next to Carl. His strong arms were wrapped around you. This is what friends do, right? "I love you. I do; you know that, right?" You smiled. "I do." The two of you sat up and looked at each other. He smiled and said, "Do you know what I want to do?" You grinned. "What?" you inquired innocently. "This." Carl leaned in and kissed you softly, his lips lingering on yours. ───── ❝ authors note ❞ ─────

DID ANYONE GET THE STEVE AND BUCKY REFERENCE?? AND THE REFERENCE FROM ONE OF MY BOOKS ON WATTPAD THE CLEMENSWOOD THING??? EEEEE AND LIKE OMG IM SO KILIG NA KILIG RN CAUSE OF WHAT I JUST WROTE HERE. OMG I STARTED BLUSHING SO BADLY WHEN WRITING THE ENDING ITS SUCH A BAD HABIT OMG OMG ANYWAY LOVE YOU @carlsdarling

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gabessquishytum · 8 months

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Dubcon mating with alpha dream except hob knows EXACTLY what hes doing:) hob has been all but throwing himself at dream all semester all "ohh wow i would NEVER leave MY alpha like that.. too bad i dont even have one :(" hell cut it as close as possible going to class through his pre heat just to hopefully give dream a wiff of how slick and fertile he is. Dream does not seem to notice. But hob is one of the few omegas in the school this year so hob thinks his chances are pretty good to be able to get him in rut. He follows dream to his office all smug and confident. But he wasnt prepared for how overwhelming getting held down and rut fucked was!! Hes trying to crawl away despite himself but only gets hornier when dream physically drags him back. Hob has fooled around before but never done more than some over the clothes stuff with an actual alpha.. dream gives him his first knot and latches his teeth to the back of his neck to mate him as well. Hob is a bit teary and dream still hasnt come back to himself.. his pants were ripped off his body along with his underwear but dream lays on top of him so hes not cold. Hob is determined to keep his alpha though. Hes got his gym clothes in his bag and he drags dream off to his own room, planning to hide long enough that the bond solidifies and an emergency break wouldn't be possible anymore :) good thing dream isnt awake to make hob see someone for that!! Hes got a weird sense of honor and hob is doing all he can to make the bond permanent before dream can get in his way :)

-🔪

Oh YES. Sneaky, sneaky Hob. This is excellent.

Hob is ambitious, ok? He’s been told all his life that he’ll never get anywhere or be anything. He sees it as his job to prove people wrong. So he has a plan: put himself through uni, get a fantastic fucking job, and get himself the most eligible alpha he can find.

Not necessarily in that order.

Dream is just perfect. Clever, rich, handsome. Hob can’t understand why anyone would leave him, but he’s not complaining. With Dream’s previous mating bond gone, Hob is free to make his move. He’s a little scared of how it will work out, but Dream has been nice to him and shown an interest in Hob! Not in a sexual way, but that’s only because he’s too professional. Hob is sure that Dream won’t object to them being mated. Hob isn’t the perfect omega, but he’ll do his best. He’s (mostly) a virgin, and he plans to take good care of his alpha. What more could Dream want?

And once he becomes lucid again, Dream is surprisingly compliant. He doesn’t seem angry. He panics at first, but once Hob assures him that he wanted Dream to fuck him and mate him, he just kind of… accepts it. He takes Hob home to his big empty house. He just seems pleased to have an omega around the place!

Hob gets his comeuppance for his sneakiness, because the house isn’t entirely empty. Dream soon introduces Hob to… his son. Orpheus is preschool aged and spends his time split between Dream and Calliope’s homes. Hob is suddenly thrust into the role of step-parent to a child who could conceivably be his sibling, while Dream breathes a sigh of relief because he really needs all the help he can get with Orpheus.

But Hob doesn’t believe in giving up! He rolls up his sleeves (figuratively and literally), speedily reads a couple of websites about blended families, and decides that he’s going to be the best fucking step-parent anyone has ever seen. He does regret his underhanded behaviour a tiny bit, but he’s made his bed and now he’s going to lie in it.

And he still gets to ride Dream’s dick at the end of the day, so… it could be a lot worse. Every time Dream grabs him at the waist and pulls him back onto his cock, shoving his knot more firmly into his hole, Hob remembers how it all started… and he’s honestly really looking forward to his next heat. Dream fucked him so good in his rut, so Hob is pretty sure that spending a pheromone loaded heat with him is going to be amazing. And maybe they’ll even make a little sibling for Orpheus :D

#🔪 anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw omegaverse #cw teacher/student #cw dubcon

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seokjinsonlyone · 6 months

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in which you get cornered...

a follow up to this drabble

When Tae asked if he could post a couple photos of you on Instagram it didn’t seem like a life changing moment. You were vaguely aware of the implications of the action, but you’d gradually shifted out of your social media era over the years so it didn’t seem like that big of a deal to you. Your main concern was making sure he picked pictures where you didn’t look like an ugly little swamp creature because he had a penchant for putting his phone in the worst angle possible at the worst time possible and snapping away. He was annoying like that.

But, the ones he wanted to post were cute. One was an off guard of you laughing at night on one of your walks, the flash was on but it was that perfect amount of blurry that made it trendy. The second was from your stop at Ikea a few weeks ago. You two were posted up in front of a mirror, you leant back against his chest, his arm secured around your waist. It was kinda hot. Made you two look like some sort of power couple. It was currently your home screen. So, you approved of his selections, liked the post a few days later when you remembered to open up the app, and didn’t think much of it afterwards. That should have been the end of it.

Apparently, it was not.

“I dated Tae last year.”

You look up from the sink where you were washing your hands and over to the girl fixing her lashes a few feet away. You weren’t sure how that concerned you or what you were supposed to do with that information. “Okay?”

“Don’t expect it to last long,” she warned nonchalantly.

“Excuse me?”

“It’s all great in the beginning. He’s super sweet, walks you to class, buys you coffee, all that good stuff. But pretty soon he’s going to get bored of you and he’s gonna drop you just as fast as he picked you up.”

You swiped a few paper towels, mulling over her statement. “It’s Taehyung,” you decided to address first.

And now it was her turn to ask the questions. “What?”

“Like you said, you dated him a year ago, and I have no idea who you even are, so it’s not Tae, he’s Taehyung to you now.” You didn’t like her addressing him so casually as if she had any type of relationship with I’m now. “And I’m not like you so I’m not going to presume to know anything about the nature of your relationship with him, but I’m guessing maybe it didn’t work out because you’re the type to accost people he’s close to in the bathroom.” You shot her a disgusted look and exited the room.

You were off put by the encounter. A little nauseous if you’re being honest because it wasn’t even the first one like it. Well, it was the first of his scorned lovers to approach you (and hopefully the last), but it seemed like everyone had something to say about you and your relationship with him. Even your friends from back home questioned how you bagged him. You know they didn’t mean it in a bad way, that Tae really was just that handsome and great, but everything was starting to get overwhelming, was bristling you in the wrong way.

What’s even worse was that you actually were about to meet him in a little cafe just off campus and you knew he’d be sitting there with a coffee waiting for you just like that girl claimed he did for her. You spent the walk over there frazzled, working yourself into a tizzy, so by the time you got there you were completely over it and him. You saw him looking cute and cozy in his oversized hoodie, waiting in a booth with your coffee reserving the spot next to him. You took the to go cup and tossed it in the trash. “Let’s go,” you commanded, not even making eye contact with him and walking back out the door.

It took a good twenty seconds before you could hear him catching up to you. “Hey! Hey!” He spun you around to face him. “Umm! That coffee ain’t cheap. Why’d you throw it out?”

You rolled your eyes, pulling out your phone and sending him $6 before continuing to stomp away. Of course he was worried about his money and not the fact that you’re so upset that you threw away a perfectly good cup of coffee. Maybe that girl was right. Maybe the end was coming soon.

“I didn’t mean for you to send me the money,” he huffed trailing behind you. “Can you just- Can we-“ He grabbed your hand to prevent you from getting any further away and dragged you to the bench a few feet away. He tugged you into his lap, his arms completely engulfing you so you had nowhere to go, nowhere to look but right at him. “Now, can you please tell me what’s wrong?”

You stewed in silence for a bit longer before spitting out, “Your ex cornered me in the bathroom.”

“My ex?”

“Yes.”

His eyes flitted around in thought. “Aaliyah?”

You scoffed. “Am I supposed to know her name?”

He breathed out a laugh. “I’m just– I haven’t had a girlfriend since, like, before I graduated? Like, junior year?”

“Well, I’m sure you weren’t walking around this campus celibate for the past 3 years. I don’t know if it was a girlfriend, a hookup, a summer fling– whatever. She said she dated you last year.”

“What’d she look like?”

“Oh my god! That is soooo not the point.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry. What’d she say?”

“She told me all about how you used to walk her to class and buy her coffee and then dropped her when you had your fill. Told me to expect the same.”

He had that same lost in thought expression before his eyes lit up in recognition. “Are you talking about Emi?! About 5’6 with the blue black hair? Because we never dated. I helped her study sometimes, but that was it.”

“I mean. I guess. But, you’re not listening to me. I don’t care who you did or did not date. You don’t seem traumatized or jaded enough for me to worry about that.”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “Well… you don’t believe her, do you?”

You shrugged. “I’ve seen the greatest minds of our generation fall victim to a three month situationship.”

“This isn’t a situation. You’re my girlfriend, and I’m falling in love with you.”

Your breath hitched, eyes wide as saucers as you stared at him, nowhere near prepared for such an admission.

He unwrapped his arms from around you to cup your face, thumb lightly caressing your cheeks. “Don’t look so surprised. I told you I would,” he said softly before bringing his lips to yours and indulging you in the softest, sweetest kiss you ever had in your life. Pillowy lips slotted between yours, applying just enough pressure so that you know he’s there with you, for you. You melted into him, pressing your forehead against his once he pulled away, hoping he wouldn’t be able to notice how erratic he had your heart beating. He pressed another kiss to your cheek. “Now, what’s really the problem?”

You wriggled your arms out of his hold, to wrap around his neck and sighed. “I just don’t understand why.”

“I don’t know why she would do that either, baby.”

“No. I don’t understand why you like me. They always say don’t ask questions you don’t wanna know the answer to, so I didn’t. Didn’t wanna jinx it, but now it seems like everyone has something to say about us. No one understands why you’re with me, and I don’t either.”

He was silent for a few moments which you appreciated because you wanted a real answer. “I think you’re a really intimidating person. Like, you always look like you don’t wanna be bothered. Kinda mean, to be honest.”

“That’s just my face.”

“I know that now, but I’m saying when I first met you, you just seemed unfriendly and standoffish.”

“Okay. I get it. I’m unapproachable. Can you skip to the part where you tell me why you like me?”

He breathed out a laugh. “I mean, I don’t know. You’ve got that tsundere thing going on that kinda does it for me.”

You blinked at him.

“I’m serious! You act like you’re all big and bad, but really you’re just my baby.” You pouted. “See,” he stole a quick kiss, “so cute.” He was silent for a few more moments, simply enjoying the feel of you scratching lightly at his scalp before he started talking again. “And even when we were just friends, I could tell how much you cared about me. About everyone, really. And you care for people in the way they understand even if they take it for granted sometimes. It made me want to care about you, too.”

You cuddled him to you, satisfied with his answer. “I’m sorry for throwing away the coffee you got me.”

He squeezed you tighter. “It’s okay.”

“And block Emi, please. I’m pretty sure she cornered me because of your post.”

He opened his account and handed you his phone instead. “You can go through and remove whoever you think is gonna give you trouble.”

And in that moment you couldn’t help but feel like you were falling in love with him, too.

a/n: i blame tae's constant lives and boyfriend looks for this like what am i to do but to write about it 😔✊

#bts #bts fanfic #kim taehyung #taehyung fanfic #taehyung x reader #taehyung #taehyung fluff #kim taehyung x reader

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aconflagrationofmyown · 1 year

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Sarge and lil Mama Headcanons

I’ve never done a headcanon post and am rather dissatisfied with this one, mostly because I’m itching to write full fledged, descriptive blurbs and fics elaborating on these highlights. But this way y’all will get a little taste and hopefully something will spark your interest as I’d welcome any prompts, requests and suggestions for which ones you’d like to see written out in full 🌹

Warnings: NSFW…breeding kinks, lactation kinks, gender roles, housewife kink, innocence kink, free use, lots of kids, withdrawal mentions, Army Elvis being a hot tamale

The attraction starts a little differently from the usual romance, this man thought of you as the sweet and kitchen-skilled daughter of a Memphian music producer until one day Gladys opened her mouth to tell her impressionable son something along the lines of: “now there’s a pretty gal who would make you a marvelous wife and mother to your children”

Ever after that, this poor young man can’t help but think of you in that context, laying beneath him as he breeds you, swelling with his children, giving him little heirs to Graceland and then the whole cycle begins again…the other girls and the starlets are hot stuff and they’re all great for romance and sex, but when he’s alone in his room he wrings his poor cock out to the thought of filling you with his children and binding you to him forever. His intentions towards you are so wholesome they’ve turned primal, and it takes him ages to work up the courage to ask your daddy for your hand

This asking gets precipitated by two events: his induction into the army and the death of his mother. Without her in his life he can’t fathom making a home across the ocean without a woman, his woman, the woman his mama pointed out and he’s been married to in his head for a humiliating length of time

I mean, sure you’ve been trying to be a comfort to him whenever you two interact since his mama’s passing, and maybe you took more baked goodies over to the big house than strictly necessary, but it was all to make him get off the floor and stop looking so hollow, to be there for Gladys’ son and your father’s friend.

Here he’s been wanking to the thought of you swollen with his kids while you’ve been baking pies, finishing school and keeping your expectations for romance low.

But had such a fixed determination regarding your role in his life he forgets how little you’ve been let in on the secret. He’s been keeping his behavior circumspect around you as he distrusts what his instincts might compel him to do if he caught you alone wearing a dress and that perfume that sends him nuts

So it’s a shock to not really be asked, but rather told that you’re gonna marry him, like it’s something you owe the nation -like jury duty or the draft

And see, it’s gotta happen soon since he’s leaving and he wants to bring ya overseas with him and -well, that’s how you end up three months later laying beneath the King of Rock and Roll as he takes your virginity and makes you his wife,

He definitely tells you why he wanted you that night, praises you for being wife material and you preen under the weight of his adoration.And he absolutely asks you, as you both sit on the edge of the bed with his hand in your hair: “do you know what mamas and daddies do when they got to bed, lil one?”

You don’t, not really, all the “conjugal advice” dear sweet freshly married you got from your mama was to “be good” for your husband. So by golly you do it, you’re beyond good for him that first night and he coaches you through his voice tender, grounding and soft as he shows you

Wide eyed and fuzzy headed from the heat of his hand on your thigh you hear him explain, “the daddy goes inside the mommy’s kitty, baby”

It’s all alright, he tells your doe-eyed self, he’ll show you how it’s done between man and wife before God’s watching eyes, “thas’ it… spread ya legs lil.. no not that way… no.. goddamn it hang on honey lemme help ya”

And sure, partway through you’re asking “really Elvis? You’re not pulling my leg are ya? You’re really supposed to go inside me?” And he’s all, “How else am I gonna plant babies in your womb, honey? Gotta go far up in or else they’ll just get lost in your belly, with the cake you ate.”

He’s a bit insecure about the fact he has been long besotted with you and you’re merely fond of him. And so, both to assuage any guilt he might have over possibly pressuring you and to make you prove you want this -he has you on top, has you do the first impaling of your own free will

And he makes it so good for you that first night -after all, he wants you to look forward to him merging with you, he wants you to want to take him as often as he wants to take you, wants you to crave being filled, to be dissatisfied every minute he’s not inside you

He’s the one to teach you everything about such matters and as you’ve no set parameter or established sense of what’s “proper” or “dirty” you soak up every wicked trick he shows you. He gets to mould you into the perfect wife, perfect for his cock and his tastes, taking him just how he wants, whenever he wants, and your sweet self is in shambles from how good his foreign activity feels.

Now the papers, they’re having a field day. The colonel makes certain this sudden change of status is used for full image rehabilitation effect, there’s heaps of praise for Elvis the Pelvis repenting of his wildness and settling down, embracing the role of a wholesome family man.

When you visit him at Fort Hood and show up in your little sundress to the accompanying sound of wolf whistles, he's knocked flat on his ass by the sight of your pretty body filled out and matronly, a glow about you that suggests that finally you have the little piece of the puzzle of you that was missing before -him, a little bit of him inside you at all times

He pulls you aside for a frantic chat, eyebrows drawn together as he huffs out, u could so a specific like “Lordy, baby you been walkin around like that? glowin with your tits all big and swollen… shit... ain’t nobody look at ya too long did they?” “no elvis” “good answer lil girl i was bouta bust some heads in”

You have those twins right before he has to go overseas, and he forgets himself he’s so anxious he nearly crushes your little hand during labor

Elvis is a mess because you aren’t fit to travel and he has to leave you behind, no amount of money getting thrown around can allow him to stay longer, so he leaves you tearful, promising to get you over with the rest of his family and entourage

A nasty bout of mastitis makes your sicker than ever and delays any impromptu flights you might have tried to take, and Elvis is so worried for you since not even his mama is back home to make sure you’ll be alright, you’re all alone when he promised that you’d always be together as a family

One of y’all’s long distance phone calls gets bugged and recorded, sold to the papers and let’s just say that while the rest of the nation is choking on their eggs while reading a printed transcript of y’all’s dirty talk in the morning papers, you and Elvis are besides yourselves with anger and frustration that even this little comfort and closeness has been taken from you

It also disillusions the public regarding Elvis’ supposed reformation of character, he always has looked like he knows how to fuck, and now there’s swelling proof of that fact in you

Christmas is just around the corner -his first without his mama- and you’re healed up and mad enough that you pull some strings of your own and haul Grandma Dodger and the twins to an international airport and fly to Germany in Pan Am commercial class seats

That reunion at the airport?! Oh yeah, I’ve got a fic coming…let’s just say he missed ya, and he needs to inspect ya, make sure his boobs and his pussy are fully recovered

Reunion sex is trying to be hushed cause he’s living with other folks, but let’s face it, you two holler till the whole block knows what you’re up to, and you two can’t wait to get a house of your own

Succeed at that but then, it’s full of people often too

Which, seeing as how he wants free reign to take you every chance he can get, fill ya up again, that just won’t do. This is the true honeymoon of your married lives, and he’s got his little babies he wants to get to know

So yes, he rents other houses around the base for his family and entourage just so he can slip inside you whenever he wants, while you’re at the sink, or spread out on the kitchen table -undisturbed, save for occasional noise complaint - and talk, oh you two talk and this is where you truly fall in love with the man, not the legend

These days are the happiest of your life looking back, a taste of normality where you can look back and see your man coming home to you by six o’clock, dinner thirty minutes later, babies bathtime and reading time after that, and then the rest of the night to yourselves - alright, often you two fall asleep holding the snuggly little nuggets, let’s be honest…this man can hardly stand being parted from them more than he already is

Speaking of not being parted… cockwarming while nursing happens very often on the living room sofa, he helps support your tired arms and everything, and it’s almost boyish the way he peeks over your shoulder, his lips part and his eyes get wonderous as he watches his little ones taking their nourishment from your body

It doesn’t take you long to set up house and get into a rhythm, which means you notice when things are off -even if you two hadn’t much married time before all this. So it isn’t many nights reunited before you notice the addition of pills to his bedtime regimen and he tells you he hasn’t been sleeping well all alone out here, and you suggest an experiment… wearing him out before bed, and whenever he gets a craving in the night, you’re there for him to use… yes, we are gonna go full “breaking addiction through Free Use” here

Which is really just swapping one addiction for another -pills for pussy, but hey, it works and you haven’t been back a whole month before those tell tale signs reemerge and Elvis is the one to spot them first -half because he is so eager for it to happen again and for him to finally be apart of it, and another because this boy has studied the subject extensively in the interim and knows what to look for

This next pregnancy he is all over you, everything he missed before due to enforced separation he gets to watch unfold in real time, and to his consternation, he finds that you being pregnant is just as appealing if not more so than you fertile, his lust is magnified by gratitude now, as well as the sneaking suspicion that you’ve really finally fallen irrevocably in love with your crazy soldier boy

Elvis is so invested in your well-being when you are pregnant that he is reading all the recommended books, in between his army duties. This man lays in bed at night, glasses on, reading aloud to you by lamplight about all processes and symptoms, what stage your babies are at now (he swears it’s another set) and he goes to every doctors appt with you. He’s the one to ask tons of questions and actually tries to school the doctor on certain things, cause he’s a precious know-it-all with conviction

You visit him on base often and become quite popular with your goody basket, pretty smile and ripe tits -which drives him nuts when all the guys comment and notice that little Mrs Presley sure is a doozy… he just might haul you to the break room and take you on the pool table…and if they’re watchin him give it to ya real good through the glass doors?! Oh well, that ain’t his problem

After the third or fourth set of Irish twins the neighbors -and the general public- start to wonder if maybe this wholesome family might have a salacious underbelly…the other army wives pity you and your constant state of barefoot and pregnant, but your smug little face says: my man makes it worth it it

You two throw the best house parties over there, and in case all this talk of breeding has made you think this boy has forgotten his oral fixation…ha no, he mumbles his praises into your pussy for being such a remarkable hostess and an impeccable wife and mother after the guests clear out….sometimes before

This man, I am sorry to say, blames you and your tight little coochie for his trash pull out game, he’s all “honey, if you didn’t clench like a goddamn fury i-I might h-have a chance, but as it is, y-you gotta stay in p-p-possession of yourself if you want me to pull out, it’s the lady’s responsibility, i-it’s different for men, w-we can’t help getting carried away”

He tells you the condoms grit his foreskin so you burn them without a second thought, you’re addicted to the friction anyway

Riding him while wearing his army hat might be the first time you get a taste of submissive E, he goes from critiquing your salute and posture “straighten those shoulders out honey, drop that hand snappy, now!” (all while railing you from underneath ya) to being a glassy eyed mess when you cockily ask “you like that Sarge?” while swiveling on him like he’s an toy boy barstool

Returning stateside in the snow, in full view of a crowd of swarming fans and photographers with at least five more children than you two left with

For the next couple decades you rent out the entire top floor of every hotel you stay in just so the kids can freely run down the hall

#reposting for masterlist purposes #since the other links are deactivated #elvis presley #elvis fanfiction #sarge and lil mama #headcanon #mine #elvis imagine #elvis fanfic #elvis x reader #elvis x you

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I’m so blind by likeysoob

Episode 1

“You ever thought high school would be easy?” My mom looked up from her phone to answer me. “Oh no sweetheart. I always thought it was going to be hard.” At least I’m tying to look for some hope before high school starts. I look down at the table just being lost in my thoughts until my mom puts a plate of food in front of my face. “Thanks mom.” I said then begun to eat.

When I finished with my food, I went upstairs to lay in my bed. My eyes started to burn but I didn’t really feel sleepy. As the time rolls around 9pm, i decided to go on my laptop and watch some videos. I really dont have friends. They all left me for some reason. I guess i was boring? They were bad friends anyways. I have online friends but I dont want to talk to them right now.

My cat just lays on the floor by my feet. 2 hours pass by and i start to feel tired. I get up and change into my pjs then lay in my bed. My eyes slowly began to fall as i feel my cat snuggle by my feet. I hope that tomorrow will be a good first day of high school.

Well, i woke up not good. My body hurts and i really dont know why. My mom was yelling at me saying i was late and now…“ I CANT BELIEVE YOU SLEPT THROUGH 3 OF YOUR ALARMS Y/N!” Yeah…she still is. I didn’t say nothing back and just let her continue. Soon, we were close the school and she was talking about basic high school stuff. Once we’re here, i unbuckle my seat belt and open the door to leave. “Oh and! No talking to boys! No boys!” I turn around towards her and smirk, “wasn’t planning on to mom!” I watch her drive off and smile to myself. “That’s because i like girls…”

When i reached the main doors, i took a look around. “Why is this school so big?” “I know right!?” I jump back in fear. I turn my full view onto the person next to me. Holy shit. Who sneaks up on someone like that? “Oh sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you!” The random girl apologized. I dont give 2 shits though. “Um yeah…it’s whatever.” I say, the girl smiles at me, man she’s pretty. “I’m Ning Yi Zhuo but just call me Ning!” She takes out her hand for me to shake and i do. “This is my 2nd year here and I’m still not use to how big it is…are you new here?” Ning asks me. “Um yeah actually, i just got here and yes, i do know where my classes are.” She smiles at me. “Great! I’ll see you around! The bell is about to ring!” Ning runs off. I actually don’t know where my classes are, i just don’t want to talk to people right now. I walk inside the school doors and turn the corner to see some boys already fighting. “Man it’s too early for this shit..”

After running around this whole school, i bump into someone who was clearly right in front of me…why am i so blind? I should really get glasses. I look up and see this girl with short hair. Damn, shes cute, why are there so many cute girls here?! “Oh im so sorry!” She said and i shake my head, “no it’s my fault, I wasn’t watching where i was going!” God this is embarrassing. “It’s fine!” She says, we stand there in silence. “Uh, sorry i got to go!” I ran out of that situation the fastest i can. Where the fuck can I find this class?

I soon found the class. Should i go in? Class ends in 10 minutes. As I’m deciding, the door swings open and a student walks by me. I look inside and the teacher is staring at me. “Sorry I’m…late?” You know, it really looks like i was skipping from the teachers point of view. “I’m sorry, im new here? I was having trouble finding my class…” the teacher only looks at me. The fuck? Bitch speak. I give him a side eye and go sit on an empty desk, hopefully it wasn’t that persons desk that just left right now. The teacher continues on with his lesson, im not sure what class this even is. I turn to the right of me a see this girl with light pinkish hair. All she does is smile at me and looks up to the teacher.

The bell rings, i get up from my chair and grab my bag. Before i could take a step out the classroom, someone calls for me. “Hey! You!” I turn around to see that pinkish haired girl from before. “Yeah?” I respond to her, “I’m Rei, what’s your name?” Her voice is pretty, “oh um im y/n!” I say awkwardly. Omg my voice cracked, im going to die now. “Pretty name, you’re like really pretty! You like to sing or dance?” It feels so overwhelming what she just said, my name pretty? me being pretty? “Yeah i really love singing!” I itched my neck. Great i look like a fool who doesn’t know how to talk. “That’s great! Me and my friends are trying to gain members for this music competition and id like for you to join!” She says while pulling something out of her backpack to give it to me, it’s a flyer. “See you around!” She walks off. I look down at the flyer she gave me.

Wow…the girl on the flyer is really beautiful….like really. Wait, they don’t even have what day!? I guess I’m going to have to message them. I put the flyer into my backpack and go to my next class.

The rest of the day was boring. No one interesting in my classes, rude ass teachers, and nasty lunch. Didn’t expect to the lunch to be this shit when this school is so big. So now I’m in my bed just laying down waiting for my mom to come home. I think high school will be easy, like what’s even going to happen this year? My life is boring.

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Bones Halloween Special

Paring: Lance Sweets x Hodgins!Reader x others(Platonic)

Summary: y/n Hodgins and her friends go to a haunted attraction for Halloween and they find something unexpected but not surprising for them.

A/n: this is a re-telling of an old greys anatomy fic I wrote, hopefully this one is better.

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Halloween was among us, I for one loved the holiday but with our job every day was Halloween. When I was a kid I loved dressing up and watching horror movies. None of my friends really cared for Halloween expect maybe my brother Jack and my fiance Lance.

But the last few years our group of friends started a tradition where we'd go to someone's house and watch a bunch of horror movies and eat junk food.

When we all got off work we headed to Temperance and Booth's house. While me, Cam and Angela were getting snacks, Jack and Lance were looking for movies.

While everything was getting set up we waited for the other guests while Booth and Aristoo watched the news for some reason.

“why are you watching the ne-”

“shh” Booth said cutting me off and turned the volume up. There was a lady standing infront of a haunted house on the TV.

“Tonight's is the opening night of DC's Great Balls of Fire, a haunted attraction that has caused some controversy in recent weeks drawing from local urben ledgends and actual serial killers... One maze is actually based on H. H Holmes, is this in poor taste, of just good old fashioned fun?”

Booth sighs and turns off the the TV. “sounds like just a bunch of over sensitive a-holes trying to shut down everyones Halloween fun”

“but if these are based off actual murders around here they could have families” Cam said. “hell, we probably solved a couple of them” I added.

“dude... What if it's haunted? Like haunted haunted” Jack said getting excited, Temperance was quick to rain on his parade. “actually, it's not possible for paranormal activity”

“well, we should still go” I said putting the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table. Angela rolled her eyes and stood up as the air fryer dinged “I'm gonna get the pizza rolls”

“I'll go with you” Cam added

“Aw, common Ang” Jack called out.

Not a second later Angela’s screams erupted through the houses then a cash sound followed along with what sounded like Cam's cackles. We all looked over to where the sound came from, confused. Angela came racing in shaking while Wendell followed, rubbing his head. He had crumbs in his hair and red sause on his face from the pizza rolls.

“What happened to you?” I asked, chuckling.

Wendell turned around and looked at Angela. “You hit me in the head with an air fry basket” Angela whipped back around. “Well you snuck up on me, what do you expect?”

“Where's the pizza rolls?” Lance joked as Angela sat down next to Jack with her arms crossed, Jack chuckled and wrapped his arm around her. “Aw, come on babe, it's Halloween everyone's entitled to a good scare”

“so we going or what? It'll be alot more entertaining than y/n and sweets' horror movie collection” Booth joked. “hey..” me and Lance both said.

“going where?” Wendell asked. “The Halloween amusement park thing just outside of the city” Cam said.

Temperance rolled her eyes. “it's just a bunch of cheep rides and haunted houses that aren't even scary. It's a waist of time”

“you scared Bones?” Booth teased, she just rolled her eyes. “with the stuff we see everyday nothing should faze us now”

“soo...” me and Lance both said looking at everyone.

“Sure, why not” Jack said looking at everyone for confirmation. “you in Wendell?” he nodded.

“cam? Arastoo?” I asked turning to the couple. She nodded with a big smile. “I've been in for a while.”

“yeah, it should be fun” Arastoo nodded.

“Come on Bones, it'll be fun” I said. Temperance soon gave in with a smile. Shee nodded making everyone cheer.

After transportation planning and a few extra details we all separated into three cars and headed out.

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“we made it!” me and jack cheered as the the both of raced in leaving the group behind.

“wait up guys! We still need tickets!” Angela shouted making us sighed and walk back.

The line was long but thankful we were towards the front. “lot of weirdos” Cam mumbled. A guy in a clown costume that was behind her and Temperance in line tried to scare them, It didn't work. Temperance didn't even flinch and Cam rolled her eyes.

“boo, so scary” Cam said sarcastically, Arastoo put his arm on her shoulder turning her away from the clown. Booth wrinkled up his nose and subtly moved closer to me and Lance.

We all finally got in with our VIP passes and the place was a sight to see to say the least. Before we set off Lance came up to me with a creeped out expression as he took my hand.

“Sweets we just got here, what's the problem?” Booth asked. He looked around a shivered.

“please tell me the ticket guy licked his lips at all of you and not just me?” I scrunched my noise up in discussed and Booth started laughing.

“would it make you feel better if is said yes?” I asked sweetly, his looked slightly annoyed now. “no, because I don't want so random dude doing that to my fiance” I chuckled which made a smile creep on his face.

“come on, let's have some fun” I said as all of us set off to explore the place.

Booth looked over to Temperance who just looked around slightly board but still trying to look like she was having fun. “this really isn't your thing, is it?” I asked her.

She shrugged with a smile. “I'm just happy to do something with Booth and you guys” Booth was about to lean down and kiss her head, but a guy in a clown costume scared us. Booth jumped in to Temperance's arms and Lance flinched and held on to me, me and Temperance both laughed.

“okay, that was fun” Temperance laughed. I chuckled and pulled Lance along to catch up with the other.

“haunted house?” Wendell asked. We all agreed making our way in. Arastoo and Cam went in first cleaning to each other. The first guy that popped out was bloody, cannibal like doctor making Angela jump into Jack's arms with fear.

She pushed him away like nothing happened. “and... That's just insulting” Temperance said pointing at the doctor as she walked by with Booth.

Strob lights and blood surrounded us as we walked into a canbilist farm themed room. The place was based off. The text chain saw mascara movies obviously.

“ew, that looks so real” Cam said looking at a dummy that was gutted to piece. I looked at it and decided to screw with her.

“that's probably pig intestines, it's what they used in Day of the dead” I said pointing at the dummy. Arastoo wrapped his arm around Cam and looked at me disgust. “how do you know that?”

“same reason I know that I know they used corn syrup for pigs blood in Carrie” I shrugged and Lance wrapped his arm around my waist.

Next we walked into a pitch black room. “okay... Something is gonna pop out” Angela mumbled clinging to Jack.

“hello?” Temperance yelled.

“they aren't gonna respond” Booth said as he looked around.

Strob light suddenly turned on and a bloody clown, taller then Booth came charging at us with a ax. Booth screamed and ran for it while Temperance laughed.

The final room was a back room full of maquines with wolf masks. “one of you are real” Lance mumbled. We successfully made it to the other side without getting scared which made Angela feel confident to walk through. As she went one of them moved and grabbed her scream bloody murder.

She ran out with Jack and the rest of us chacing her.

“that was so badass!” Jack cheered as we made it out to the end. Me and jack high-five then turned to our friend group, everyone seemed shaken up except Temperance.

After that we hit the cheeply made games. Booth and I went up agint each other while Lance and Jack went to a ring toss booth. Surprisingly I won and I wasn't gonna let Booth forget it. “yes! Suck on that!” he laughed and gave me the win.

“here you go” Lance said from behind me. I turned around to find my fiance Holding a little fox plushie he won. I smiled and thanked him with a quick peck on the cheek.

Angela, Cam, and Arastoo then came back with giant preziles and funnel cakes. “What did we miss?” Arastoo asked handing me my funnel cake.

“y/n whipped Booth in a Shooting game” Jack laughed. “yes, that's my girl!” Angela said high-fiving me as Lance took the paper plate and ate some of the funnel cake.

The dude running the Booth gave me my prize, which was a panda bear plushie. I thanked him and gave it Lance.

“i saw another haunted house when I was getting drinks... Sounds pretty scary” Cam said. “i think there's alot of clown crap, so it's probably based off IT or something” Arastoo added.

Booth's eyes bugged out in fear from behind me and Lance. Cam noticed and chuckled. No one knew of his fear expect me and Temperance. He reluctantly agreed as we headed off.

“you alright?” Lance asked, Booth pushed his shoulder slightly. “it's your day off Shrink”

“God, I hate clowns” Booth mumbled. Temperance stopped and grabbed his hand. “We don't have to go in if you don't want to... I'll stay out here with you while the others go in” he shook his head and pulled her along.

“no, let's go” Temperance rolled her eyes and tired to stop him but no dice.

We all went to the entrance which was old, rugged door with very scary written on it. “how scary is 'very scary'?” Angela asked walking towards it. I shrugged when she stopped and looked at me for confirmation.

“it's a haunted house Angie” Wendell said opening the door. Cam, Arastoo, and Jack went through first. Angela sighed and walked in with Wendell.

“ladies first” Lance said to me and Temperance. Booth nodded and pushed me forward. “yup, we're gentleman around here”

Me and Temperance rolled our eyes and went in before our husbands. Lance garbed my hand as we walked through a room full of glowing mirrors. The light flashed on and off giving it an eary feeling.

It went pitch black for a few minutes then the blue lights came back on. A Pennywise actor jumped out and pounded on the window. “holy shit!” Booth said grabbing on to Temperance.

“I don't like it here!” Lance added, hiding behind me.

“Awsome” I said as we watched Pennywise run around.

We rounded a corner and ended up in a room full of clown statues and plushies. “oh you got be fucking kidding me” Booth mumbled as he watched every single clown making sure one of them wasn't gonna move. All the clown Dolls then started to shake and their eyes glew as we walked pasted.

As we exited we saw everyone was waiting. “that was very disappointing” Temperance said as we continued to walk around, Booth's eyes bugged out as he tried to recover from his 'trauma'.

“yeah I expected a bit more fear” I said. The others came out after words and Angela looked just as terrified as Booth.

Jack stuck his hands in his pockets and motioned to another attraction. “welp, there one more... Might as well get our money's worth” Angela sighed and followed him.

I tunred to my fiance and my best friend. “you two gonna be alright?” Lance nodded and so did Booth. “as long as there's no more freaking clowns.” he mumbled.

The four of us walked In the last building, it was The smallest one and looked like the haunted mansion from Scooby-Doo. We walked through a couple of hallway that made it feel like an actual Scooby-Doo themed attraction.

It wasn't really scary, meaning it didn't even bother Angela. “I think this is the end” Arastoo said.

As he said that the ceiling started cracking, something fell through making dust fill the area. “that smell is disgusting” Angela gasped as familiar stinch filled our noses.

“that's a rotting corps smell” I said covering my mouth and leaning into Lance.

“that looks really real” Arastoo said making us look down, it was clean skeleton that was stained red. Temperance knelt down and looked at the Skelton. “y/n, do you have your flashlight?”

I nodded and dug it out of my bag, Temperance shined it on the Skelton. “why would they put a real skeleton in a haunted house?” Angela asked.

"who knows, the 60s through the 80s were known to use real skeletons in horror movies” I said shrugging.

Jack took out his phone light and studied the now crime scene. “yup, look here sis” I looked and saw a couple of magets and a few termites.

“it looks like she's been here for almost four days” I said.

“call it in Booth it's real” Temperance said standing up. “looks like a female in her late 20s”

“thank God... Let's call it and get out of here” Booth mumbled and pulled out his phone and left the building, Lance followed pulling out his phone too. As they left a scare actor stopped them. Booth wasn't having it, getting into agent mode.

“Hey, this is a crime scene now” he barked and pulled out his badge. The scare actor's shoulders slumped and he pulled off his mask, he was just a teen.

“really man, I just got this job” the boys ignored him and called the Bureau.

“one normal night... That's all I ask” I sighed and stoped the other visitors before they could see the dead body.

“let's get her back to the lab before it catches too much attention” Temperance said.

The part of the park that we were at got shut down so the FBI could get through. Temperance and Jack left with them to get evidence.

“well that killed the mood” Angela said as we continued to walk after everyone was evacuated from the crim scene. “not really” I said.

“well, I'm beginning to believe this place is haunted” Cam added, I sighed. “well let's get to the lab, we're not going to bed anytime soon”

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We spent most of the night cleaning the Bones and checking for injuries. We found out the victim was strangled to death with one of those plastic chains that's used for decoration. The victim was killed and left about three day ago, three days before the Halloween park opened.

Lance came into my office about two hours later with tired eyes. I smiled softly as he plopped down on the couch that was in there. “did you get the killer”

Lance rubbed his face and nodded as I lyed down with him. “it was that kid me and Booth ran into when we were making calls”

“why did he do it?” I asked resting my head on his chest. “he wanted the part the victim had, apparently he worked at the attraction for years and the victim got the job right on the spot”

I shook my head. “the girl was so young”

“all her friends said she was so excited to get the job” Lance said.

We talked until we fell asleep, I don't know for how long but we were suddenly woken up by my brother. “What?”

“you guys should go home, the case is over” I sighed and looked at my watch and saw it was not only the next day but time for work too.

“no because our shift just started” I mumbled and sat up carefully. Lance ground and rolled over and fell back asleep. I let him sleep and went into the lab.

Everyone was setting around with energy drinks and coffee. “I'm starting to hate Halloween” Cam mumbled and downed her coffee.

Jack wordlessly handed me a monster and sat down next to him, as I sipped it the lights went out suddenly.

“son of a bitch!” I sighed and we just set there in the dark too tired to do anything.

#Bones #Lance Sweets x Hodgins!reader #Lance Sweets x reader #Lance Sweets imagines #Bones x reader #Bones imagines #Jack Hodgins x reader #Seeley Booth #Temperance Brennan #Camille Saroyan #arastoo vaziri #Angela Montenegro #Halloween imagines #Spooky season

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prize-pig-collection · 1 year

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Only the Necessities

an inspirational story

Check out this post if you haven’t already. A recipe for a shake that’s about 3 gallons and almost 32,000 calories, and an update from the author who says she swears by it, and it’s a big part of what’s helped her blow up to 540 pounds as of about a year ago.

So that author @juliebelly and I were talking earlier. It turns out she’s 575 pounds now, and desperate to be 600 or more 😉

So desperate, in fact, that she wants one of these “little” shakes right now! But she said she needed a little motivation to get out of bed and to the store. Understandable at her size. Between that, and a little quirk of the recipe, that set off a little story in my head…

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I can’t imagine what the scene at the grocery store is gonna look like…

Either you’ll roll up to the checkout on a scooter that’s struggling to handle your weight (it��s only meant for 500 lbs, after all!), or you’ll be sweaty and red-faced from all the waddling around the aisles you had to do. Hopefully you didn’t bump into anything in the aisles, because bending over to pick things up just isn’t your thing… someone who works there is gonna have to deal with that.

So either way, there you’ll be with your gallon of ice cream, gallon of milk, 3/4 gallon of cream, 4 cans of condensed milk, box of brownie mix, and 5 bottles of chocolate syrup.

One look at you, and the stuff on the conveyor belt, and despite how impossible it sounds, the cashier will just know, somehow, that’s all destined to get down your throat as soon as humanly possible.

I’m sure all the other times you go grocery shopping, and pile up junk food at the register, maybe they tell themselves, “Oh she’s having a big party…” or “Maybe she’s stocking up for a few months while there’s a sale.”

But I think this random set of ingredients makes clear in their mind: “She’s gonna drink this all together. I bet she somehow gets off on it too. Clearly this isn’t the first time she’s done this, I mean look at her…”

Maybe they’ll even tease you a little bit. Call over a manager and ask, “Hey there’s a deal over in Dairy, right, where if you buy a gallon of milk, a gallon of ice cream, and a gallon of cream, you get some money off, or something? I was just wondering if I should tell this piggy… I mean person, oops!… that they should go grab another quart of heavy cream, to make it a full gallon?”

And it turns out they’re right, an extra quart would trigger the deal. It’s meant more for their commercial customers—restaurants, bakeries, and so on—but they’ll allow it for you. Nothing says a regular person can’t get the deal, just no one ever tried. Huh, that’s weird, isn’t it? Oh well, someone’s gotta be the first.

A closer look at you, though, and it’s obvious that to send you all the way back to the dairy aisle would be too much of a struggle. And there’s people in line behind you. You’re gonna need a little help if you’re gonna make this quick.

So the announcement goes over the loudspeaker: “Can an associate in Dairy bring over 1 quart of heavy cream to register 6? We’ve got someone here who wants the gallon of cream, gallon of ice cream, gallon of milk deal. The one that’s usually for business accounts? Just a regular person this time, but my manager says it’s OK!”

Then they realize: they didn’t actually ask you if you wanted the other quart of cream. But the way you’re eyeing the stuff already on the belt, trying not to drool, tells them they made the right call.

Good luck having the patience to get all the way home and firing up the blender before you start chugging away…

#it’s amazing what can pop out of your brain when you have the right motivation 😊#sorry for reposting #I thought this story might do better on its own

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theresattrpgforthat · 7 months

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Hello! Do you know what TTRPGs are out there for playing as members of a stereotypical western boyband? (With roles like ‘the brooding one’, ‘the sunshine one’, etc.)

THEME: Boyband RPGs

Hello, I found some games that are within the realm of playing a western boyband, but some of them might need some tweaking to get exactly what you're looking for.

High-Speed Boar-Band, by garvoy.

You are Teenagers. You have a Band. You have a Van. Tonight is your first ever Battle of the Bands! Also, you are Boars.

Ninja Turtles meets Scott Pilgrim, High Speed Boar-Band combines everything that's terrible about being a teenager with everything that's great about being a Boar. A One-Shot, One-Page TTRPG for 1-8 Players and a GM.

This is less about a western boyband and more about being teenagers trying to make it big, but it does give you some archetypes to play into, called Boarsornalities!. These include options such as Casanova, Wallflower, and Burnout. Your obstacles come in the form of police, family members, inter-band drama, and other bands. This game certainly lives up to its name - character creation looks sleek, requiring only a few dice rolls before you’re ready to go. The game is also divided into acts, so you’ll know exactly what you’re doing after each scene.

Limelight, by Session One Studios.

Limelight is a game where you play high school students who started a band. Can you balance your home, schoolwork, job and personal obligations and issues with life in a shitty band? Will you burn out, fade away or make it big-time?

Another high school band ttrpg, this game is more down-to-earth. You don’t have any special powers, and you’re just regular high-school students; but you have to find a way to balance all of the responsibilities of a teenager while also pursuing your dream. There are ten character types to choose from, as well as pre-generated characters if you want to get to playing as fast as possible. This game is an ashcan, so don’t expect perfection - hopefully the designers have more coming out soon!

Fantasy Boy Band, by AuContraire.

You play as bards in an unnamed generic fantasy land. The job market has been difficult and it turns out that there is even not that many jobs for artists. And this is how your adventure starts - instead of falling into despair - you and your friends from the Arts and Poetry Academy decided to form a boy band to finally achieve your well-deserved fame! You are the first ever boy band in those lands! Navigate through blood-sucking managers, the lacking equipment in villages lost in the middle of nowhere, people misunderstanding your art, fans in love and more!

This is a resource-management game that’s just one page. This game does have the different roles that you’re looking for - the shy one, the romantic one, and the bad boy, for example. You’ll deal with problems like the manager from hell, rival boy bands, and literal dragons. Your biggest obstacle is money: you need to be able to afford to get to your next gig with all of your stuff intact. If you want to play a stereotypical boy band but in a fantasy setting, this game is for you.

Sing As One! by Naomi Norbez.

Sing As One! is a TTRPG about being a singer in an up-and-coming group of young superstars. All of you came from different paths of life, and have varied ambitions & goals, but are coming together in your quest to make music!

This game is more targeted to replicate bands found in anime, so expect a game that’s more about helping you write a narrative, rather than replicating what it means to be an entertainer. Your character has two actions: I Want and Show Off. I Want actions are rolls that you make against a set difficulty, because your character is interacting with the world. Show Offs are contested rolls, rolls against opponents with their own skills. Show Offs happen in this game’s version of a battle, except you’ll likely be competing against rival bands or trying to escape rabid fans. If you want a game about dealing with the life of a star, Sing As One might be for you!

#tabletop games #indie ttrpgs #dnd #game recommendations #asks #boybands

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rustbeltjessie · 4 months

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It has been a hell of a few weeks. (Putting the rest under a cut because there's a lot of hard stuff.)

First I had a CoViD scare (was exposed, tested a bunch, never got it, thankfully); then I got some writing rejections/found out I didn't win some writing contests that were a big deal to me, and that made me super sad. (Sometimes rejections and losses just roll right off me, sometimes they hit me hard. This time they hit me hard.) Then I was busting my ass at my money-making side-hustle to make sure I could afford birthday presents for my youngest kiddo and Xmas presents for both kiddos + my partner, and I managed it, but I burned myself out. And then I basically had a nervous breakdown—it started on December 20, I had a really bad panic attack, the worst I've had in about 20 years, it lasted for over twelve hours. I felt a little better on the 21st and managed to hold it together for my kiddo's birthday celebration, but then the 22nd it started up again. I got the shakes really bad, like I could not stop shaking, and was also dizzy, and even though I was like 90% sure it was 'just' anxiety, I started worrying it was something neurological. Which of course made the anxiety symptoms even worse. So I went to urgent care. The doctor ran me through all the tests they do to check for neurological problems, and I passed them all. They diagnosed it as an anxiety attack and got me to a referral to the hospital system's behavioral health center. I haven't had an appointment with them yet, but hopefully I will soon. I was diagnosed with both Generalized Anxiety Disorder and Panic Disorder (or w/e it's called now) like 20 years ago, and did talk therapy + had a prescription for Xanax, but I haven't had any kind of anxiety meds or any kind of talk therapy in like...over 15 years. So it's probably a blessing in disguise that all this happened, because now I'll finally be treating my anxiety again instead of just trying to ignore it. Because that uh...doesn't work. In the meantime, I've been keeping my caffeine intake really low, because while caffeine isn't the cause of my anxiety, it certainly doesn't help.

Then on Christmas Eve, I had a flare-up of my chronic sinus issues, and I took another CoViD test, because a lot of my sinus symptoms mimic various CoViD symptoms. But I was CoViD-free, and despite feeling half-sick for it, I managed to have a nice Christmas Eve/Christmas despite it. Those symptoms cleared up on the 27th, and I was like: "Oh, good, maybe I can have a relaxing few days leading up to my birthday." And then I got into a big thing with my mom, it's a long story and I don't feel like rehashing it right now, but we were both hurt and angry. Fortunately, we worked through it the same day. Since then, things have been pretty good, but...now I'm having the anxiety shakes again. I drank more coffee today than I have been lately, and that's probably why. (Note to self: don't do that.) At least this time I know it's just anxiety, so I'm not spiraling thinking it's something else. I'm drinking a bunch of water, then I'm going to make myself a hot toddy and hopefully finally finish this fucking installment of my newsletter that I've been working on for a month now. It's been kind of hard to focus on writing with everything else that's been going on. And my birthday's in two days, and I'm tired. The end.

#rust belt jessie #personal #anxiety #covid19 #family #bad things #small good things

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whoreadsnowadays · 2 years

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Hello! I just read your most resent post, answering “splattysplattington”s request for the reader flirting back with Leo and him getting flustered. It was so cute and I was wondering if we could get a part two of the date they planned for that night? Either way the post was adorable and I love your writing

Thank you !! If Im honest, I'm not as proud of that specific work as I am my other ones I've posted so far, so to hear you all liked it so much, (enough to want a part two even!!) really means a lot ! Hopefully this is just as cute as that one was!

(And I have a half hour break period to write stuff let's go !!!!!)

Warnings: cussing, a pigeon is mentioned to be choking

Part 2 of ( Romantic ) Rise ! Leo x Gender Neutral Reader

Fluster The Flirt (One More Time)

Okay so.. maybe you should've agreed on a time.. or an activity.. or maybe talked this through for even a second longer.

Leo thought all of these things and more as he sat on a rickety park bench, watching a pigeon tear into a hot dog left in the grass.

He had gotten a little too excited and had made it to the park hours before he was meant to. At least he assumed? He really hoped he hadn't missed you, he doubted it, but he still hoped.

So here he was, watching this pigeon choke on a hot dog peice too big for it's throat.

He debated grabbing the pigeon to help, but as soon as he saw you on the sidewalk in front of the library, all thoughts went out the window.

He blinked owlishly as he watched you check the street before crossing. You had to have gone home to change, your new outfit was a bit warmer for the chill of late new york, and you were absolutely rocking it.

He had only spent a minute or two on his appearance, being too excited to even think about doing anything except grab some human clothes from his closet and rush out of the lair.

He only snapped back into reality when he realized you were fucking scaling the closed park gate.

He shot up and rushed over, looking up to see you were already at the top. "Holy- Oh my gosh what are you doing?!" He asked frantically, watching as you looked down at him with a grin.

"Climbing the gate? What does it look like I'm doing?" You snickered as he continued to gape at you, hovering his hands over the bars of the gate.

"Wh- that's so high up!" He continued to protest as you started your slow descent on the other side of the gate.

"Relax L, I've done this plenty of times before." You grinned, hopping down to your feet once you made it far enough.

He blinked, staring at you for a moment before shaking himself back to reality. "Right, okay. I guess that's fine, but just.. be careful next time?"

You smiled, rolling your eyes and starting towards the bench he was previously sitting on. "You're starting to sound like Raph."

He gasped, stomping his way over to follow behind you, "I am not! That was so uncalled for how DARE YOU!"

You laughed along as he ranted defensively, so far this didn't feel like a date at all, it felt more like two close friends just hanging out, and really that was perfect. You didn't feel any pressure to push yourself into romantic actions, and truly you were grateful.

And Leo had all but forgotten about his previous anxiety, simply happy to talk and goof off in your presence. He was so nervous about what this date had in store, what did people on dates usually do? Hold hands? Hug? Kiss? Oh god.

But now he didn't feel any pressure at all, he simply enjoyed the moment with you, and every moment after that.

And sure, when he got a little too cold without a jacket, you offered him one. And maybe that flustered him to no end.

And perhaps when you saw him sat there in your coat, it made your heart beat just a bit faster. And MAYBE you couldn't look each other in the eye for the next ten minutes.

But you both knew there'd be no rush for anything more than a simple clothing exchange. This was more than enough for both of you.

At least until Leo's brothers got word of this, then you were fucked.

#rottmnt x reader #rottmnt leonardo x reader #tmnt leonardo x reader #tmnt x reader #rottmnt leonardo #rottmnt leo x reader #tmnt leo x reader #rottmnt #Romeo Writes

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tavore-paran · 4 months

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Snowball Fight

Summary: Imp's first winter.

Through eavesdropping on conversations Imp had learned the weather getting colder was called ‘winter’ and the white stuff that fell from the sky and coated the ground was called ‘snow’. It had all been complaints; it was cold and crops couldn’t grow. The snow was deep enough that it had to be trudged through in some places and in heavily trafficked areas it was reduced to a dirty gross slush. Ice was slippery, dangerous and a nuisance to get rid of. Seemingly there were no redeeming qualities to this change in the weather.

Despite that, the group of children had begged to be allowed to go out in it and had eagerly rushed to do so once given permission. It was not Imp’s job to spy much on the children, even the ones in the care of the Horde soldiers, but it was odd behavior and investigating such was his job. So he followed them out.

It was bright and white outside. There was nowhere to hide other than in the snow itself which would make it hard to see anything in addition to being cold and wet. Which would make the bite of the cold air even harsher and it already had him feeling like he’d rather go back inside. Too wrapped up in whatever they were excited about though, no one seemed to notice him climbing up the exterior wall so he stayed to watch for now.

The group quickly split into two. One gathered up snow into small balls to throw at each other. The other started rolling up a big ball of it. If either had a purpose, Imp couldn’t discern it. The children tended to behave odd in general but this was a whole new thing that made even less sense than normal because everyone else hated the snow.

Imp stayed and watched for a while. Eventually the group rolling the big snow ball started rolling another which upon finishing the stacked atop the first for some reason before starting a third. Odd behavior with seemingly no reason for it. He could stay for longer and try to figure it out but it didn’t seem likely to make any sense any time soon.

So he scuttled back down the face of the building. He gathered up some snow and bunched it into as big a ball as he could comfortably carry in one hand. It was so cold it hurt his bare hands as he pressed it together but it was pretty - if it weren’t doomed to melt he’d have stolen it to hide in his nest with his other shiny things – so he could see the draw of making it but why throw it?

Once it was done, he took it back inside. It was warmer in here so it would melt much faster so wasting no time, he climbed up to the vents and started for Hordak’s sanctuary. Hopefully he was in and alone. Hordak didn’t like it when Imp asked questions when others were around.

Luckily he was in and indeed alone. He was at his workbench working on something, his stance stiff and intent. Imp had express permission to interrupt with important stuff. This wasn’t important but the snowball was quickly melting and wouldn’t last until a more convenient time.

Unnoticed, Imp made his way around around the wall to behind Hordak. He then threw the snowball, purposefully not hitting him but going past his shoulder to splatter on an empty part of the table.

Hordak jerked around with a growl. “How dare…” he stopped as his gaze found Imp. He let out a sigh as he brushed himself off, much of the tension leaving his body. “Why would you throw that at me?”

“Snowball fight!” Imp played back at him because that’s what one of the kids had shouted before throwing the first snowball. It hadn’t been a fight though, no one was dying or even bleeding, none of their shouts had been of pain. And there was seemingly nothing to fight over. No disagreement, petty or otherwise, or territory either side wanted.

“I don’t have time to play games with you and you have better ways to spend your time. So unless you have something important to tell me, get back to work.” With a huff, Hordak back around to clean up what was left of the quickly melting snow ball.

Imp headed down the wall and climbed up to sit on the table as he did so. “Why would you throw that at me?” he repeated before Hordak could repeat his order to get back to work.

Hordak stared at him in silence for a few seconds before replying. “You’re asking why they were throwing snowballs at each other?”

Imp nodded. It didn’t make sense. What could it possibly accomplish?

“I presume because they find it to be fun. Which is a concept I have little familiarity with, making me not a good person to ask.” He was the only person Imp could ask though, they both knew that. “Personally I find it a waste of time but forbidding such behavior accomplishes nothing as far as I can determine and thus I haven’t. So I suppose if you wish, you are free to play in the snow too as long as you don’t let it get in the way of your main duties. Understood?”

“Understood.” Seems this was going to be another one of those things Imp was just not meant to understand. But having been given permission to play in the snow maybe he would. Not a lot of course but perhaps stacking some snowballs on top of each other might make it make more sense. It was certainly worth a try, right?

#my writing #shera #she ra and the princesses of power #imp #hordak

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heartshaped-coffin · 2 years

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Go Hawkins

Eddie MunsonxCarver!reader

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summary: you and your brother are polar opposites. But starting at Hawkins where he is head of the basketball team, you are forced to become a cheerleader. Hopefully that won’t stop you from finding people with similar interests as you, real friends and maybe more at Hawkins high school.

type: slow burn romance

warnings: none, except Jason being a bully. pls let me know if you think otherwise.

A/N: I do use she/her but Y/N is not described further bc I wanted the character to be neutral for the reader to imagine, informing you all of this if you’d like to read it even though you don’t identify as female or use she/her pronounce. Hope you guys like it!

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“I can’t believe they let you on the cheer squad…” Your older brother shook his head as you stood as still as you could.

Your mother was taking your measurements as you stood in your new uniform to have it sewn to fit you.

“She’s a Carver, her brother is the captain of the basketball team. Of course she’s going to be on the cheer squad.” Your father spoke behind the news paper he was reading.

“She’s not really like the other girls on the squad.” Jason let his parents and you know.

“And I don’t want to be like them either…” You rolled your eyes.

The truth was you were only on the team because Robin were. She was on the team because of a girl. Only you and Steve Harrington knew that though. Robin had planned it and the easiest way to get a place on the cheer squad was to join together with Y/N Carver. The younger sibling of the head of the basketball team. So now that you were changing school, you were forced to sport this green colored outfit. Which was about so far away you could get from your usual attire.

When you were in middle school your family moved, Jason started at Hawkins high but you had decided to stay at your old school. It took an extra while to get there, now that you were in high school you had finally decided to change school. You didn’t really have a ton of friends at the old school, so there was nothing holding you back really. Jason had talked about how big Hawkins was compared to your school so you were hoping to find some likeminded people to make friends with. People with a great taste in music and stuff like that, not only these cookie-cutter people, like your brother. Hopefully you being a cheerleader wouldn’t stop you from meeting these people. You worked with Steve and Robin at the video store and you knew some of their younger friends also went to Hawkins. You hoped that Robin and the others would be okay with you tagging along with them, at least occasionally.

Since Jason’s girlfriend Chrissy was a cheerleader, you had already joined in on some practices with the cheer squad. Tomorrow though would be your first full day at your new school and later that evening there would be a game in which you had to attend, as the new cheerleader. Yay you…

Next morning:

”Y/N! I’m leaving!” Jason called out from where he stood at the door.

”Alright, alright!” You hurried down the stairs.

”You can’t be serious no.” He shook his head at the sight of you.

”What you held your arms out and spun around.

”That’s not- How are we even related? You look like one of the freaks of Hawkins high school.

It was gameday, that meant that the cheerleaders were wearing their uniforms throughout the schoolday. Which you were, but over the tiny cheercistume you had put on your oversized black jeanjacket, patched with some of your favorite bands.

As soon as you got to school your brother ditched you for his teammates. Leaving you to walk around trying to find your classes alone. Luckily for you, just as you were about to walk in the doors of the school you saw Robin pull up on her bike. You hurried over and as her bike were locked you both headed inside and down the hallways. As you got to talking you found that you had no classes together until after lunch but Robin promised to walk you to your first class.

”Wait wait wait! Who’s that?” Eddie whispered to hia friends as you passed them by.

“Who?” Gareth looked ahead searching for the target. So did the others.

“She has a jacket full of band patches. There a girl in this town with a good taste in music? Look at her. She must be a godess…” Eddie followed her movements closely as she strutted down the hall. Hoping to get a glance of the girl’s face.

”What class is she in?” Dustin asked but none of them knew.

It was now lunchtime. Feeling out of place, you stood looking around for a place to sit down. You walked up and down the area that was looking over all the tables. That’s when you heard your name being called.

“Y/N!?” Dustin exclaimed with a surprised smile on his face.

“Oh my God! Hey guys! You have no idea how happy I am that I ran into some familiar faces!” You hugged Mike and Dustin before looking at the others, greeting them with a smile.

“You’re a cheerleader?” Mike asked even more surprised.

“Go Hawkins…” You cheered sarcastically with a flat expression.

They all chuckled.

“Can I sit with you guys? I haven’t seen Robin around and I-“

“Sure! I mean, can she Eddie?” Dustin spoke turning to the long haired leader sitting at the end of the Hellfire table.

“Uh- ehm, yeah ‘course…” He stuttered barely looking up at you or the others.

“Ah thanks, I’ll just go grab some food. I’ll be right back you waved at the group before leaving.

“You know her!?” Eddie blurted out, hovering over the table.

“Uh, yeah Y/N she’s a friend of Robin, she works at Family Video with her and Steve. She’s really cool.” Dustin smiles.

“Oh she plays Dungeons and Dragons too, she’s actually really good at it. Yeah, and as you saw she’s into all that metal music too…” Mike nodded.

Eddie was speechless. How could they have been keeping her a secret from him. For how long?

“Oh! I just remembered! She’s the goddess you were talking about in the hallway earlier isn’t she!” Dustin teased a little to loud for Eddie’s taste.

“Shut up, man” He hissed as he hit his fist on the table.

Mike and the others couldn’t help but giggle as Eddie got flustered.

As you were returning to the table you saw the boys stopping their conversation, giving you their full attention. Just as you were at the end of the table across from Eddie, two cheerleaders carrying their lunchtrays walked up to you.

“Y/N! Come with us! You have to sit with us!” They gave you big smiles as they pointed to a table further away. Looking over you saw a table filled with cheerleaders and next to them sat the basketball team, and your brother glaring your way. You could tell he was not happy and a part of you wondered if he had sent the two girls to get you.

You offered the Hellfire table an apologetic look.

“It’s fine, see you later Y/N.” Dustin assured you.

“I’m sorry, talk to you later, alright?” You said as the girls lead you away.

You sat down with the other girls and looked over at your brother. You flipped him off as he mouthed ‘don’t even try to…’ to you. Returning your attention to the food on your tray, you did not indulge in the gossip and conversations of the other girls.

“Why is she even cheering? That’s so not Y/N…” Mike spoke as you were still the topic of conversation at the Hellfire table.

Eddie couldn’t keep his eyes off of you as you now sat on the other side of the cafeteria.

“Yeah, she seems to be so….” Gareth started his sentence.”

“Get her to be a replacement for Sinclair.” Eddie demanded looking at Dustin and Mike.

“What? But she’s a cheerleader. At the game Sinclair is playing at.” Gareth spoke.

“She would fit in better here in the Hellfire club though…” Dustin agreed.

“I should ask her shouldn’t I? Or I can invite her to our gig?” Eddie was brainstorming ideas on how he would be able to talk to you.

“I mean, she’s your godess…” Dustin made fun of him earning some chuckles from the others but Eddie ignored him.

“I should go over and talk to her. I’ll go over there now.” He nodded standing up.

“Eh, that’s not a good idea. Talk to her later in the hallway or something… don’t go over there now.” Dustin and the others tried to shut down his idea. To no avail as he headed for the table full of cheerleaders.

You sat at the very end of the table, with your back to the Hellfire table you didn’t see him coming.

“Uhm…” Eddie cleared his throat getting your attention.

“Hi!” You lit up as you saw him.

“Hey, I’m Eddie we met earlier at the-“ he pointed at the table where Dustin and the other sat, watching Eddie and Y/N.

“The Hellfire Club, right. What’s up? Eddie right?” You smiled, making him lose his ability to remember why he’d even come over here.

“Uh I was just… you have a great taste in music, at least by the looks of it, your jacket I mean…” he rambled.

“Yeah, you too.” You giggled pointing at one of the patches on his vest, you had the same one on your jacket.

He blushed, covering the lower half of his face with some of his hair.

“I was just going to ask if maybe you’d want to come see my band play? Next Friday?” He asked as he got a paper out of his pocket.

You took it and looked over the page. By now both the cheerleaders and boys on the basketball team had stopped and started to follow your conversation but neither you nor Eddie seemed to have noticed.

“That’s cool, I’d love to!” You beamed up at him, handing him the paper back.

“Cool, nah, that’s fine you keep it.” He gave you a more confident smile now.

But the paper was ripped out of your hand and as your eyes looked away from Eddie you noticed your brother.

“Do we have a problem here, freak?” Jason spoke standing right in Eddie’s personal space.

“No. Were just talking about my band.”

“No one gives a shit about your band. Or your devil worshipping music. Don’t talk to Y/N.” Your brother warned Eddie as he ripped the paper into shreds.

“Jason-“ you started.

“This is a land of free speech, I’ll talk to whoever I want to.” Eddie looked Jason dead in the eye.

You felt your stomach turn and your heart beat a little faster, scared of what your brother could do to Eddie but also excited to see someone stand up to your brother.

“Not to my sister you’re not.” Jason said. You could see the surprise on Eddie’s face as he looked back down on you. He didn’t say anything more.

“Now leave if you don’t want your ass kicked, punk.”

“Jason, enough.” Your brother’s girlfriend spoke up noticing that you were getting upset.

Known to be the only one to be able to calm him down, Jason listened and walked back to his seat but not before making sure Eddie left you alone.

You watched as Eddie made his way back to the others at his table.

Some of the cheerleaders had already left the table. You had kind of lost your appetite after what happened and so after you’d seen the Hellfire club leave their table you waited a short while before hurrying out the cafeteria. Out in the hall you caught up with Dustin, Mike and some of their friends.

“Hey…” You looked through the bunch and scanned the people around them. Dustin seemed to notice.

“He’s in the woods behind the school.” He let you know with a smirk.

“I just need to apologize for how my brother acted…” You explained.

“Yeah… Well, I’m sure he’ll be overjoyed to see you…” Dustin winked.

You blushed but hoped it wasn’t noticeable.

“Where do I…?” You asked looking around.

“Out that door. And you’ll see the trail going into the woods… You want us to come with you?” Dustin offered.

“No. Thank you, I’ll find it. See you guys!” You smiled and waved at the group in front of you.

As you got there you hurried down the small trail. You heard what you thought was Eddie’s voice talking to someone, this made you stop in your tracks to listen. Slowly you moved closer and as you stood behind a tree you could get a glimpse of Eddie. Upon hearing a girl laughing you moved further to your right. Her voice was familiar and as you caught a glimpse of her too you saw none other than your brothers girlfriend, Chrissy. The last person you would think to hang around someone like Eddie but also the last person you thought Eddie would be hanging around with. But then again, you didn’t know him that well, if at all.

You heard her thank him before standing up from where she was sitting at a table.

As Chrissy left you made your way out of behind the trees, catching Eddie’s attention at he closed what looked like a metal lunchbox.

“You hang around with all cheerleaders? Or just the ones officially connected to my brother?” You winked as you sat down.

“Uh, no…” Eddie chuckled scratching his head

“How do you know Chrissy?” You asked.

“I don’t… not really. She wanted something and I…”

“Is she cheating on Jason with you??” You looked

“What!? No! I sell.. uhm..”

“Does she buy drugs from you!? Are you her plug!?”

“No, I mean, yeah but this is the first time it ever happened…” Eddie admitted.

“Oh…”

“She seemed… are you two close?” He asked.

“She’s really sweet, God knows why she fell for my brother…” you rolled your eyes but earned a chuckle from Eddie.

“She seems really sweet. We were in the same talent show once, she’s a good cheerleader too.” Eddie spoke talking about Chrissy.

“Do you have a crush on her?” Your eyes narrowed, interested in what he would answer.

“Oh gosh no. I didn’t mean it like that…” he responded awkwardly and somewhat uncomfortable.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable…”

“No don’t be sorry… So, your last school? Were you a cheerleader there too?” He asked you, sitting down across from you.

“Oh no…” you shook your head. “I was the outcast. Into rock n’ roll, D&D, y’know…” you looked up into his eyes, he gave you an understanding nod.

“Yeah, I know…”

“But as long as you have good friends, who cares what others think of you..” you shrugged.

“You miss your friends? I mean from your old school?” He asked.

“I didn’t really have friends, I was spending most of my time at the library… I played D&D with some guys from the AV club that’s about it, I don’t really miss them though” you laughed, remembering those times.

”And a boyfriend?” Eddie spoke quietly.

”What?” His question surprised you.

”Do you have a boyfriend?” He asked again, taking a deep breath as he shifted in his seat, internally regretting that he even asked.

”Nah, I don’t have a boyfriend. The school wasn’t like this one, no cool guys there at all…” You chuckled, occacionally exchanging glances with the boy in front of you.

”And there are a lot of cool guys in this school..?” Eddie raised an eyebrow. Secretly scared that you had your sights on someone.

”You’re a cool guy…” You offered and felt your cheeks heat up.

Eddie looked up surprised at what you said.

”Thanks…” He hid his reaction in his long curls.

You looked at him making sure you hadn’t made an ass of yourself. You didn’t think so.

It had turned silent and just as Eddie was about to break the silence so did you.

“Hellfire seems cool!” You tried to not sound awkward.

“Yeah, it is, you should come to one of our meetings some time.” He smiled.

You nodded trying not to blush.

“This is kind of a stupid question… are you going to the game tonight?” You asked him.

“Heh, I’m not… we have a meeting tonight.” He explained.

“Alright, just checking…” you nodded understanding.

Getting up from your seat you put your backpack on again as it was time to head back to class.

“Maybe!” He called out getting your attention. “Maybe, uhm we are missing one player, if they can’t find a replacement… maybe I’ll see you at the game..?” Eddie sounded insecure.

“Okay, sounds good.” You smiled, before starting to walk again. “Oh and Chrissy’s gonna be there too!” You shouted from a far, turning around to see his reaction as you winked. He rolled his eyes with a chuckle.

“I don’t think I’ll notice anyone else if you’re down there busting out your little dance moves!” He replied while mockingly doing some cheer moves.

“See you ‘round Eddie!” You laughed.

“See you around Y/N…” His eyes on you as he spoke quietly, knowing you couldn’t hear him as you walked away.

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