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ArTw boys if they followed us back to Mid Earthium

Based on this undone prompt provided by @sleepytwilight

Context: one of the gang somehow went to Mid Earthium with us (we dragged one of them there's no escape) now they are stuck with us til who knows when

Tw: Nothing too serious, Sirius being a red flag, its mostly crack I don't know how to write sad stuff

Arcturus

You found him in your kitchen on the ground, confused

"S-Summoner? What...where is this?"

"This is your house..??"

Poor baby was still confused even after you explained to him what happened.

Oh well, it just means he can know more about Mid Earthium culture (and the Summoner)

You both found out that your imprints with each other still work here (Arcturus was knitting at home and you summoned him to the florist to ask him which flowers looked better)

He found the crustiest animal shelter once and was absolutely horrified (You had to give therapy afterwards)

*in tears* "These poor things are sitting in their own waste-WHY IS THAT DOG BEING CRAMPED UP IN SUCH A SMALL CAGE"

You both came back home with your own personal petting zoo after that. (Let's assume our house is big enough)

He takes care of all the plants and animals in the house for you

Now your house is not only a petting zoo, but also a jungle. Yay.

He helps old ladies cross the street.

Literally the best housemate you could ever ask for.

He was amazed when you pointed out that he was an actual star in Mid Earthium.

The star Arcturus literally looks like him IT GLOWS ORANGE AJHSKHDKAKJGH

Very sweet.

*arcky appreciation*

Spica

You were in your nearby public library and saw Spica lecturing some kids about yelling in the library.

How Spica of him, you thought.

After bringing him home and explaining the situation to him, he was surprised to say the least.

At least now you would be by his side.

After 1 day your house now smells of coffee

Because he makes you coffee every morning (you drink it out of politeness and your love for Spica, despite the coffee being very bitter and like a 100 degrees Celsius)

Your house is also suddenly 10 times more organised

He has a considerable amount of free time now that he doesn't have to do work for the Guide Committee 25/7, so he can finally catch up on sleep.

And you can also bring him outside more

In which he gets major culture shock, because my dude used to like ballroom music and people articulating themselves in proper English (or whatever language I guess)

"Summoner, what does 'pogchamp' mean?"

Yeah. Time to teach this man about the internet.

I don't know about you, but I feel like Spica would fall for internet scams, because they don't have that stuff in Bound Arlyn (or maybe Spica just never used the internet.)

If you have any work to do, he will be watching very closely over your shoulder.

You try to teach this old man how to play online games and fail.

"...How do I know which team I'm on? How do I crouch?"

I think you should just let him read Mid Earthium books instead.

He is a very considerate housemate, doesn't really bother you unless you go bother him

He feels so weird not doing anything since he is overworked most of the time at Contell, please give him something to do.

Your imprints still worked, you summoned him from the living room to the bathroom because you were too short to fix a lightbulb (admit it you are short because so am I)

Alpheratz

You found him on a bench, being questioned by the police whether he was some homeless guy or not.

You manage to bring him home and explain to him what was going on (I mean as if we know what's going on)

I feel like he would either be really surprised, or just not care.

His logic: No Spica nagging = good

He spends most of the time asleep on your couch or somewhere in the house, or maybe the backyard if you have one.

He honestly would not care less, but his mood would be better overall because no Spica, and also no Schedar.

So you may be able to convince him to do stuff (maybe)

Your imprints work pretty much fine, you were trying to figure out how to wake him up from his century long coma on the couch, so you went to your room and summoned him there

It worked yeah, but he just went back to sleep, but on your bed.

Ah well.

He would be more than happy to accompany you around though, because Spica isn't there to show up out of the blue.

He can reach the high shelves for you.

If you are shorter than him (me), he will tease you for being short, because Pollux isn't around.

"Give me back my phone."

"But can you reach it?"

"..."

"That's right. You can't. :)"

You hit his face with a pillow

You may have to do your chores on your own though, you could try asking Alpheratz and there is a 50/50 chance he would help you

He helps you get more sleep as well, it is stressful being the Summoner in Bound Arlyn after all.

Pollux:

You found him in a park. On a swing set. He was taped to it.

Somehow, you were not surprised.

Little boy was overjoyed to see you.

You tried to explain what was happening to the best of your ability

He was a little confused, but that was all forgotten when you offered to go out to explore with him.

You took him to 7eleven, where he got a shit ton of snacks, because who's gonna stop him, not you.

He was so excited to stay with you without anyone else.

He also ensured that you had to clean up some stuff because the bad luck be bad lucking.

Anyways, you made the mistake of introducing him to social media

Its too late now he has actual followers now

Ah well.

Get ready to do tens of hundreds of tiktok challenges

It just feels like a very Pollux thing to do

He runs around everywhere, he wants to see everything in Mid Earthium and then compare it to the boundary

"Wow, everything's so...bleak. I mean not you of course, you're really pretty-I MEAN YOU DIDN'T HEAR ANYTHING-"

Someone calm this tsundere down please he's feral

Would attempt to help out in the house, ends up giving up half way through

Your imprints work, you could not find Pollux anywhere in the house so you summoned him. Apparently he was hiding in the closet eating half the candy in the house

Loves dragging you around the place (he's adorable ahgjhgsajhg)

Vega

You both went back to Mid Earthium at the same time, together, so you both appeared back in your room

You were very enthusiastic about showing Vega around, BECUASE HE'S TECHNICALLY BACK HOME

Let's say you 2 lived in the same neighbourhood and you still live there now.

Bring on the nostalgia.

You showed him around all the places you used to go (according to Vega, since your memories of your time with Vega as a kid were non-existent)

Some changed, some didn't. Vega was really emotional after that (wait I didn't mean to put in all the feels no I'm not crying you are)

Vega would be either really teary or really happy, or both because he can finally spend some quality time with his beloved best friend <3

You both are inseparable the whole time, and if you have to leave the room, he can and will wait at the door until you are back

and don't take too long or else he will be sad (or he will break the door down and find you himself.)

All the time you both had was extremely wholesome without even trying and Vega was simply overjoyed just to be able to be with you.

Sometimes (read: every time) he would come into your room to cuddle with you because he has been overwhelmed with all The Feels ™

I literally love Vega he's adorable

Your imprint works, not because you needed to summon him (he was always by your side anyways), but because you know there's always this bond between the sorcerers? (amplifier stone type stuff or something)

You guys did build a blanket/pillow fort in your living room and cuddled :)

He is the most normal housemate because he knows how things work, except you would not leave your side for more than 10 minutes.

"Please stay by my side, Summoner."

Very sweet 100% chance of survival.

Sirius

You did not need to find him. He found you.

He somehow found where you lived and climbed through the window when you woke up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water (He refused to reveal where he spawned in to)

May Ursa Minor, Polaris and heck even Lilith from obey me why not, give us all strength to survive this

This man can and will tease you about the 2 of you living together in the same house

He has definitely suggested that the 2 of you could share the bed, but stopped before you could throw him out.

He has, despite the locked windows and door, came into your room at 3am in the morning in the form of a dog, just to bother you. You know, just because.

Polaris please come pick your kid up. I don't care whether you're dead, in the void, or is an ice monster.

Barks at people as a dog for no reason.

Got used to living in Mid Earthium very quickly.

Has most definitely pretended to be your boyfriend, up to the point where even you are confused. (gaslight gaslight and gaslight even more)

Will find a way to cause chaos.

Still pretty protective of you though, we don't talk about what he said in chapter 13

Will take you out pretty frequently (interpret it however you want)

You can never find him, so you do summon him to your side when he isn't already (he knows where you are he's just being a stalker dw)

Is very happy that he can have you all to himself, without other people questioning his questionable behaviour.

Will either help out in the house, or knock down glasses like a cat and stare at you dead in the eye.

"...Sirius please. It's 2 in the morning."

*Happy barking noises.*

"What do you want?"

"Can I be the little spoon?"

"Get out."

He somehow makes it seem like he lives in Mid Earthium, and not some wanted criminal from Bound Arlyn.

He's a menace, a hot menace, but a menace nonetheless.

#yeah i have not finished the assessment book i have been tasked to finish #in fact i have only done 15 pages #but arcana twilight takes priority #arcana twilight #arcana twilight arcturus #arcana twilight spica #arcana twilight alpheratz #arcana twilight pollux #arcana twilight vega #arcana twilight sirius #arcana twilight summoner #arcana twilight headcanons

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snake tank (part one maybe?)

little snake lady can have a borrower. as a treat. ~2100 words cw: captivity, dehumanization, neglect, cruelty, violence, fear, pet…treatment? - I don’t want to call it pet trope because that implies sentient pets are normalized and this is weird and awful in-universe as well. not actually vore! idc if you interact from that side of tumblr, but you'll be disappointed if that's what you're hoping for

Poe

I threw myself against the glass one last, futile time as I heard the door on the far side of the study creak open. My fingers nearly brushed the lip of the prison I’d been placed in, nearly caught onto that ledge that might let me pry open the lid and make an escape. I was still in the air when I felt his eyes land on me. My fur stiffened as his heavy footsteps approached. His towering form blocked out what sunlight had filtered through the closed window as he sat at his desk.

“You quit that, now. You know you aren’t getting out. Unless you’d like to try speaking with me again?”

I turned to face him rather than wait for him to spin the jar I was sitting in. I slunk to the floor, drawing up my knees as if they could shield me from his . He looked annoyed this time, rather than intrigued. I shook my head and stared at my hands. It wasn’t as if I would want him to dump me into his cold hands even if he wasn’t upset. I was bruised enough.

“I don’t have anything else to say. Sir,” I said.

He rolled his eyes.

“There's no one else!" I insisted. “It’s just me, the others ran away months ago, I’m the only one left.”

It wasn’t the truth, though by now it was close. The Copper family had moved out after Mellie reported that the master of the house was now collecting dangerous, exotic pets in his showroom. It was just the most stubborn of us left, or the most foolish.

“What to do with you, then?” the master of the house hummed.

He tapped a finger on the glass thoughtfully, right behind my head, in case I needed the reminder that my skull was no larger than the tip of his finger. I grimaced and looked back up at his face, where his wide lips twisted into a grotesque smirk. I closed my eyes as they curled back and revealed his teeth. My stomach twisted as he kept talking.

“My …friends tell me your kind is more trouble than you’re worth. But perhaps I could get some entertainment out of you?”

“Let me go, please. I’ll leave. I won’t bother you again,” I begged.

“Oh, but I do believe you owe me, little thief. How long have you been squatting here, hm?”

I slumped and curled in on myself. I had thought maybe, just maybe, if this guy cared for a zoo of strange animals, he might have a thread of compassion hiding in his oversized heartstrings. I’d—god, I had bet my life on it, hadn’t I? And now I was going to pay up.

Entertainment.

Hecate

A hand lifted away the log that I’d been curled up under.

I flinched awkwardly at the sudden light, then rolled to face the front of my enclosure. The man liked it when I “looked” at him. I couldn’t tell if he knew I was blind or not. All my eyes told me was that there was a large, blurry shadow standing over the tank. It could’ve been a tree, for all my eyes could understand.

I knew it was him though. I could sense his blazing warmth through other means. More importantly, I could smell him.

The hands. The nice hands. The man. Hugh Morton.

I smelled something else, too, something new. Another person, maybe? I listened intently for another heartbeat, another guest. I didn’t want to be shown off right now. I wanted to go back to sleep.

His hand reached back down to ruffle my hair, then run a rough finger across my scales. He rumbled something about feeding and I slumped back down to crawl back to bed. I wasn't hungry enough to want to fight and for all the good these hands did, they never killed my meals for me like the last ones did.

"Don't be so fussy, Hecate, I’m giving you a treat,” he chided. The ground shook as he flicked a finger against the glass wall. “You must get bored lying around in there all night.”

I huffed and and backed into a better position, against the side of one of my ceramic caves. I was still nursing a bite on my flank from my last dinner.

I licked the air as Hugh slid open one half of the wall. I frowned. The prey was not a creature I knew. Hugh’s hands dangled a warm shadow by a long tail, then flicked it into the soil and the prey squeaked as it landed. It didn’t smell like a rat or any other rodent I’d encountered before. It did smell afraid.

It already understood it was being hunted. I didn’t like that. Scared meals fought back. I had scars to prove it.

Hugh scoffed in annoyance as the creature scrambled towards the opening in the glass. He knocked it back into the enclosure several times while I waited for a chance to strike.

“Don't make me break your legs," Hugh sighed.

The creature stopped moving. Strange. Its little heart was hot and hammering. Was it trained? Why would anyone take the time to train food?

Maybe it was afraid of Hugh’s voice.

I took advantage of its stillness and lunged. It turned to run in the split-second before we collided. It slammed into one of my open arms. I fumbled as it flailed, then got myself curled around it anyway.

It felt strange against my scales. Not furry. Not naked. Synthetic. Was it wrapped? Humans wrapped their food, but not mine. They used those crinkling papers. This was wrapped in something soft.

Was it clothed?

I hesitated in my confusion and the prey bit back. Something long and sharp stabbed in between two ventral scales. I flinched, hissing, and the prey slipped away. It left the sharp thing behind, but it didn’t bleed. I put a hand on the sharp thing and realized it wasn’t a tooth. It had some kind of handle. Plastic. The point was metal. Some kind of tiny knife? I swayed uncertainly and let the little creature run.

What was he feeding me?

Poe

It had never occurred to me that there might be peoples other than humans and my own kind living in this world. I wish I had the time to found out.

The caged creature I had been placed with was, as most things were, comparatively massive. Its front was that of a vaguely humanoid woman, small, but still at least twice the size of my own top half. Her eyes were vacant and unfocussed. She was pale, fat, and lined with scars that told me she had much more experience than myself in fighting.

The bulk of her body was what truly scared me. She was a python that trailed lazily across the near half of the terrarium. She was coiled, so I could only guess at her true length, but her girth was easy to make out. I regularly crawled through tunnels narrower than this snake, making it all too easy to understand what would happen to me. That the master of the house had returned my thumbtack seemed like a joke. I had no prayer here. This would be a cruel combination of all the worst deaths I'd been taught to fear—caught, crushed, and consumed.

Entertainment!

I wanted to refuse him the satisfaction. I let myself lie down and cry as the master of the house threw me back into the dirt with an unambiguous threat. I might as well. No one else would know to mourn me for weeks, even months.

It would turn out that my inborn will to survive was stronger than my desire to spite the host I'd lived under for so many years. I rolled out of the way, only a split second two late, as the snake woman pounced. She caught me in the crook of her elbow then shoved me into a wall of scaled muscle. The python whipped around me before I could take a breath. I barely had the space to think, never mind resist. It was sheer luck that wedged my thumbtack between two plates of her underbelly.

And it was enough. She spasmed and let go of me.

I fell forward into the dirt, coughing to refill my aching lungs. I don’t think she had left any part of me unbruised, though didn’t waste time taking inventory of my injuries.

“Hey, don’t let it get away now, girl, get up!"

I scowled up at the master of the house as I pushed onto my feet. There was nowhere for me to get away to, not while he was leering over the open door.

I didn't understand him.

I didn't understand how a thinking creature such as himself, with all his power and all his resources, would resort to blood sport for entertainment. The study I'd spent my life beneath had a beautiful library. Page after page told of the world's endless mysteries, of beauty and majesty and life for him to go out and pursue. And he would choose to spend his time watching some monster eat me alive.

I saw the snake-woman moving out of the corner of my eye. My stomach twisted at the utter silence of her movement over the dirt even before she started sliding towards me, and then it was like a switch went off in my head. Gone was higher thought, blown away by the sheer force of the ancient instinct to run.

The terrarium was full and well-decorated, with plenty of greenery both faux and alive as well as several dark spaces to hide. I doubted any would shelter me, this place had been built for her.

I had nowhere to go and I ran and I ran and I hit the glass and I ran and there was a branch so I climbed it and I reached the ceiling and there was more glass and I turned around and there she was crawling after me and I jumped and her hand brushed my leg and I kicked and she fell around me like an avalanche and it was over.

Her long body surrounded me and as soon as I moved, she struck. Walls of scales encased me again and this time, no tack would save me. Everything went dark.

Several seconds passed. She loosed her grip. I heard the master’s muffled voice droning through her flank. I took a breath and shuddered. Long minutes of silence passed and the knot she’d wrapped me in fell away.

I admit I didn’t know much about snakes, but she didn’t seem to be very good at this.

I sprung to my feet, desperate to get at least a few inches between us again, but her hand wrapped around my face. She grabbed the back of my shirt’s neckline with her other hand and I thrashed as she pulled me off the ground.

Slowly, her palm pulled away from my face. She rubbed two fingers over my eyes, traced the curve of my nose, and drew a thumb across my lips. I bit down as hard as I could. She barely flinched, just wiped a little blood off on the side of my face.

“Beb?” she croaked.

Her blank eyes narrowed in concentration as her tongue flicked out of her mouth and brushed against my nose. Tasting me. Her lips twitched. I felt cold.

“No, please! Please, please, please, kill me first, please,” I cried.

She tilted her head to the side. Her tongue flickered twice more and both times I flinched. She babbled something in a tortured voice.

“Please,” I begged. “If you can even understand me, please, just kill me before you eat me. I don’t want to suffer.”

She frowned and hissed several times. My blood trembled through my veins. She slowly shaped her tongue around some word I did not know. She patted my head and sighed, then set me gently on the dirt beside her and slithered away.

Hecate

The prey had the face of a person.

The little thing was clever enough to talk, but not smart enough to understand me. They were small like a hatchling. They ran on legs like a bird.

They screamed and cried so I let the little one have some space, whatever they were.

I hoped they would come back to me. They were very warm. Like the sun, but in a person. Like food. Like Hugh.

Like this lovely little cave in the back of the tank. I curled up and burrowed into myself for a cozy rest.

I hoped they wouldn’t try to kill me.

#should I post this at a normaller hour? probably. and yet.#g/t #giant/tiny #g/t writing #my writing #g/t whump #snake tank #oc: poe #oc: hecate #you can tell the owner guy's not important because he doesn't get a tag lol #anyway I think I'm failing at least one class this term yay yay. I have an essay due tomorrow. I finished this instead.#amwt

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Glass Eden - Entertainment

your pet lady-snake can have a little borrower, as a treat contains: giant/tiny (size difference), non-human whumpee (borrower and lamia/naga, both tiny), captivity, pet trope, dehumanization, forced to fight, communication barrier, nonbinary whumpee, female whumpee. note: this is the same the piece posted on my other blog as "Snake Tank", but I'm moving the story over to this blog so I don't have to worry about """crossing a line"""" or whatever taglist @whumpsday

Poe

“You quit that, now. You know you aren’t getting out. Unless you’d like to try speaking with me again?”

“I don’t have anything else to say. Sir,” I said.

He rolled his eyes.

“There's no one else!" I insisted. “It’s just me, the others ran away months ago, I’m the only one left.”

“What to do with you, then?” the master of the house hummed.

“My …friends tell me your kind is more trouble than you’re worth, more often than not. But perhaps I could get some entertainment out of you?”

“Let me go, please. I’ll leave. I won’t bother you again,” I begged.

“Oh, but I do believe you owe me, little thief. How long have you been squatting here, hm?”

Entertainment.

~~~

Hecate

A hand lifted away the log that I’d been curled up under.

I knew it was him though. I could sense his blazing warmth through other means. More importantly, I could smell him.

Then, the hands. The nice hands. The man. Hugh Morton.

I smelled something else, too, something new. Another person, maybe? I listened intently for another heartbeat, another guest. I didn’t want to be shown off right now. I wanted to go back to sleep.

"Don't be so fussy, Hecate, I’m giving you a treat,” he chided. The ground shook as he flicked a finger against the glass wall. “You must get bored lying around in there all night.”

I huffed and and backed into a better position, against the side of one of my ceramic caves. I was still nursing a bite on my flank from my last meal.

I licked the air and frowned as Hugh slid open one half of the wall. This prey was not a creature I knew. Hugh’s hands dangled a warm shadow by a long tail, then flicked it into the soil and the prey squeaked as it landed. It didn’t smell like a rat or any other rodent I’d encountered before.

It did smell afraid.

It already understood it was being hunted. I didn’t like that. Scared meals fought back. I had scars to prove it.

Hugh scoffed in annoyance as the creature scrambled towards the opening in the glass. He knocked it back into the enclosure several times while I waited for a chance to strike.

“Don't make me break your legs," Hugh sighed.

The creature stopped moving. Strange. Its little heart was hot and hammering. Was it trained? Why would anyone take the time to train food? Maybe it was simply afraid of Hugh’s voice.

It felt strange against my scales. Not furry. Not naked. Synthetic. Was it wrapped? Humans wrapped their food, but not mine. They used those crinkling papers. This was wrapped in something soft.

Was it clothed?

What was he feeding me?

Poe

It had never occurred to me that there might be peoples other than humans and my own kind living in this world. I wished I had the time to find out more about her.

The caged creature I had been placed with was, as most things were, comparatively massive. Its front was that of a vaguely humanoid woman, small, but still more than twice the size of my own top half. Her eyes were vacant and unfocussed. She was pale, fat, and lined with scars that told me she had much more experience than myself in fighting.

As entertainment!

And it was enough. She spasmed and let go of me.

I fell forward into the dirt, coughing to refill my aching lungs. I don’t think she had left any part of me unbruised, though didn’t waste time taking inventory of my injuries.

“Hey, don’t let it get away now, girl, get up!"

I scowled up at the master of the house as I pushed onto my feet. There was nowhere for me to get away to, not while he was leering over the open door.

I didn't understand him.

The terrarium was full and well-decorated, with plenty of greenery both faux and alive as well as several dark spaces to hide. I doubted any would shelter me, this place had been built for her.

Her long body surrounded me and as soon as I moved, she struck. Walls of scales encased me again and this time, no tack would save me. Everything went dark.

I admit I didn’t know much about snakes, but she didn’t seem to be very good at this.

“Beb?” she croaked.

Her blank eyes narrowed in concentration as her tongue flicked out of her mouth and brushed against my nose. Tasting me. Her lips twitched. I felt cold.

“No, please! Please, please, please, kill me first, please,” I cried.

She tilted her head to the side. Her tongue flickered twice more and both times I flinched. She babbled something in a tortured voice.

“Please,” I begged. “If you can even understand me, please, just kill me before you eat me. I don’t want to suffer.”

Hecate

The prey had the face of a person.

The little thing was clever enough to talk, but not smart enough to understand me. They were small like a hatchling. They ran on legs like a bird.

They screamed and cried so once Hugh gave up on watching me eat, I let the little one have some space, whatever they were.

I hoped they would come back to me. They were very warm. Like the sun, but in a person. Like food. Like Hugh.

Like this lovely little cave in the back of the tank. I curled up and burrowed into myself for a cozy rest.

I hoped they wouldn’t try to kill me while I slept.

#are borrowers even prominent enough that a non gt audience knows what that means? I don't remember.#whump #whumpblr #whump writing #my writing #p: glass eden #oc: poe #g/t #g/t whump #tiny whump #oc: hecate #lamia #tiny whumpee #tiny #naga #this is probably a terrible time of day to post idc

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erosdsire · 2 years

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‘[Bubblegum, Bubblegum] Eddie Munson x reader

Summary; the four times Eddie tried guessing your bubblegum flavor and the one time he got it right. Along with a sudden stroke of confidence, a movie night, a nosey friend, and an applebees dinner date. {3.5k words}

Warnings; fem!reader. MDNI. Reader is depicted to be feminine and is called she/her but not necessarily afab. little flashbacks are in italics. eating. reader has long enough hair to be able to hide behind it.

Eddie hated his job, to say the least. Sure, he had Steve and Robin to help him if he needed if the register got stuck or something wouldn't scan, but the problem was he had to deal with the public.

Eddie Munson wasn't too popular with the public.

There was always someone who gave him a glare (it either made him wanna roll his eyes or recoil in fear) or simply refused to be helped by him. Someone once told him they'd rather live in a corner of hell than buy from a place that would hire him.

"Yeah, well, I refuse to sell to someone who looks like they were raised in a zoo!"

Not his best comeback, but it got rid of the close-minded idiot.

So, when he noticed you walking in wearing a pretty long skirt and a shirt he was sure your parents would call "too short", he expected the worst.

You absentmindedly chewed gum as you sifted through the box labeled 'new on vhs!'. Eddie could barely read the handwriting- robin had written it- but he thought you got the hint. And so he kept his distance.

Don't speak unless spoken to was the golden rule for someone like him.

"Excuse me, honey," you asked. He knew he should be panicking right now because you surely had bad intentions, but he was panicking over the sound of your voice. Perfect, he'd describe it.

A chill went up his spine. "Uh-" he shook his head to snap out of the fog. "Yeah, sorry, what do you need?" It came out ruder than he meant.

You smiled, a soft giggle escaping your lips. "I was wondering how much this is to buy?" You handed him a tape.

He pointed to the sign that was above the box. “12.99,” he answered. It was just a ploy to talk to him, but he clearly didn’t get it. He was cute, you thought.

“I know...” you got closer to him to read his nametag. “Eddie.”

His brows knitted together. “So why did you ask?”

“Just wanted to talk to you. You looked lonely.”

he didn’t know whether to thank you or to feel insulted. So he did both. “Thanks?”

Your smile faltered. “Oh! No, no, no, I didn’t mean it like that, I just-” you sighed. “Sorry.” you ended with.

And to that, Eddie smiled. You might not have been as awkward as he was, but you certainly were to some degree. It comforted him to know he wasn’t the only one.

There was a pregnant pause. Eddie cleared his throat. You tapped on the counter. “So, uh. Do you actually want that movie?”

You forced down a laugh. “yeah.” he took it out of your hand.

“What flavor gum is that?” This was his attempt at small talk.

“Guess.” you rested your chin in your hand, laughing when he eyed you.

He took a second to come up with an answer, trying to time his breaths to smell it. “Apple?” he finally guessed.

“Nope. Grape.”

Eddie smiled as he rolled his eyes, handing you your change and the movie. “Have fun with your new movie, you goof.”

“Maybe we can watch it together?” Even you were surprised by the sudden confidence.

And suddenly every bone in Eddie's body was made of concrete. “What? Seriously?”

Your smile was back, wider than ever. “yeah! I think it’d be fun. Plus, it’ll get you out of this shit hole for a night, right?”

He took a moment to answer, but he never intended on denying you. “Okay. Why don’t you meet me here tomorrow after I close at ten? Who’s place works better for you?”

“Does yours work?”

“If it didn’t, I wouldn’t have asked, sweetheart.” Of course. Duh. You felt silly even asking. “So tomorrow at ten?”

You nodded, giving him a salute as you walked backward toward the door. Eddie laughed, and you had to turn to hide the flustered look on your face.

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Ten o’clock came faster than it had before, you thought. It was just a silly movie date at his place, but you made sure to look decent anyway. Not business or going out decent, but jeans and one of the few not-stained shirts you had kind of decent.

At least it’s something, you mumbled to yourself. Eddie smiled when he seen you outside the store, making your way to the door with an equal smile on your face.

“Hey, honey,” he mimicked the nickname you used for him the day before. You rolled your eyes with a smile.

“Good evening, kind sir,” you joked, taking a bow. Eddie had to stop himself from falling with laughter. He wasn’t sure what was so funny about it, and quite frankly, neither did you, but he was damn near laughing his ass off.

"you ready?" You asked awkwardly, fiddling with the bottom of your shirt.

Eddie calmed himself, realizing you were feeling uncomfortable. Looking back, he wasn't sure how he knew. He just did. It was instinct. "Yeah." He nodded.

"I usually walk here, I'm gonna need a ride to your place if that's alright?"

He nodded again, offering a smile. "come on." The jangling of his keys startled you slightly. You were trying to push down every bit of nervousness that coursed through you, but it was obviously not working.

Eddie placed a hand on your back to guide you to his van. It smelled clean. You didn't realize it because this was your first time in it, but he had cleaned it for once— for you— and nothing could have stopped him from feeling proud of himself when you mentioned it.

He did the same with the trailer. Wayne gave strange looks watching his nephew run frantically around the trailer doing every chore he could think of but nodded in realization (and surprise) when Eddie explained it was for a date.

“At least I think it’s a date. I’m not sure, she didn't give me very much information. Do I look okay? maybe I should shower.” Eddie nodded frantically. “yeah, thats a good idea—”

Wayne laughed. “Alright, son, calm down. I’m sure it’ll be fine. If this ‘she’ has a problem with our place looking a mess, then maybe she isn’t the one for you.”

Eddie thought he was right, but cleaned anyway, wanting to make a good impression. Showing how messy he can be can wait for another date, he thought. Then he thought he should ask. “Is this a date?”

the question caught you off guard, you thought the answer was obvious. You nodded slightly, turning to him. He did look pretty in the dim light. “Yeah, but if it’s alright with you, I don't wanna call anything ‘official’ yet.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s okay! I’m not really ready for that either yet, I just wasn’t sure whether or not to call this a date.”

You didn’t seem off-put when you pulled into the trailer park, and Eddie took that as a good sign. You weren’t quick to judge. Although he supposed if you were, you wouldn’t have asked him out in the first place.

He opened the front door for you, moving for you to walk in first as he held the door open. “Welcome to my humble abode. Well, humble little trailer my uncle made me start paying rent for.” he sighed a nervous laugh.

Thankfully, you laughed with him. “Family can be harsh sometimes.”

“let me set up the movie.” you handed him the tape. “there's drinks in the fridge if you want something. I’ve got soda, little juice boxes, water bottles, and beer if you’re really feeling it.”

“Oh, no thank you. I’m chewing gum. Helps me relax sometimes.”

Eddie smiled. He knew he smelled something on you, he just didn’t want to make a fool of himself asking in case you weren’t wearing any sort of scent. “What flavor?” he asked, instead of his first thought, which was What scent?

A smile formed on your features as you sat down with him. “Guess.” you smiled up at him, and he had to stop himself from just kissing you right then and there.

“Don’t kiss her on the first date, you dope!” Wayne had said. “You don’t want her to think you’re doing this for something else.” Eddie walked away from the conversation.

“Well, you were chewing grape yesterday, so I'm gonna say that.” He thought it was a smart answer, and the thought of you possibly changing flavors had never crossed his mind. He was proud of himself before you even told him if he was right or not.

You shook your head no. “uh-uh. It’s cinnamon.”

He sighed in disappointment and pressed play on the movie.

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“Don’t get me wrong, it went well... Actually, it was perfect. I just don’t know when a good time would be to see him again.” you rolled your eyes as your friend laughed on the other end.

“If it was so perfect then don’t stall seeing him again! maybe he’s the one,” you were pretty sure she was joking about that last part.

And so, you did. You walked over to his work with full intentions of saying you liked him, the date, and would like- love- to go on another one. But those plans flew out the window upon what Robin said when you walked in.

“Hey, Munson! your little lovebird is here!” She noticed the shock on your face and froze. “Oh! Sorry, did I freak you out? I didn’t mean to, I promise. I’m just very impulsive, and—”

“Okay, Robin, that’s enough. You’re just making it worse for the poor girl.” Eddie pushed her towards the break room. As much as she wanted to continue to apologize, she got the hint and left you two alone.

Suddenly the air was simultaneously awkward and comfortable. Only Eddie Munson could manage that, but he just rolled with it. “So, um,” he started. “The other night was fun. The movie was great.” he brushed a hand through his hair, eyeing your face for any sign of regret.

“Yeah,” you mumbled. “great movie.”

His eyes went wide, mistaking your tone for sarcasm. “I mean you were great too! Is that something appropriate to say?” he wondered aloud, only making you laugh.

“It’s more than alright. I was just wondering if you’d wanna do it again?” Okay, half the mission accomplished.

Eddie smiled so wide he thought he’d break his face somehow. “Yeah, yeah, that’s okay! I would love to.”

“Eddie, you look like a crazy person!” Robin yelled from the breakroom door. Eddie turned to flip her off, and she walked back into the room.

“Sorry about her, she’s kind of a nut case,” he apologized.

You laughed, and the butterflies returned to his belly. “It’s okay. I’m just worried about when I’ll get to see you again for a date?”

Eddie froze again. Even after already having been on a date with you, he was still surprised you’d want to be with him. This time you had to snap your fingers at him to get him back to reality and away from his daydreams.

“You alright there, honey?” You asked teasingly, a laugh bubbling up in your throat. “Looked like you were on another planet for a minute.”

Eddie smiled dopily, looking at you as if his pupils were hearts. “I’d love to go on another date with you. What were you thinking? Movie? Dinner? I’m up for anything, really!”

You smiled at your feet. He was so excited to go out with you, and since you were single all your teen years, you thought no one would be this happy to be with you. And yet here he was. Eddie Munson is practically on his knees for you just for a chance at a second date.

He was worried he was being too dramatic. He was overselling himself, he was sure of it, but the look on your face proved him otherwise. The smile you wore was nothing but ecstatic. You were just as happy, and yet flustered, as he was.

“Dinner sounds nice,” you answered. “But we’re splitting the check, cause there’s no way I’m letting you waste your money on me.”

“It wouldn’t be a waste, honeybunch. You’re the perfect person for me to spend my minimum wage an hour money on.” You both laughed. Eddie snorted, causing you both to fall into a fit of laughter.

You could also hear Robin laughing from the other room.

You were halfway home when you realized you hadn’t set a date or time. you thought about running back to the store, but it was already near dark out, and that wouldn’t be too safe. So, you ran home and called the store, hoping your sudden Mr. perfect hadn’t closed yet.

Luckily, he didn’t, and the phone rang for just a few seconds before you heard, “You’ve reached Family Video, how may I help you?” Eddie sounded tired, and you suddenly felt bad for calling. He was probably in the middle of closing, hoping to get home and go to bed.

“Hey, Eds,” you said, breaking the small silence.

“Oh! Hi! What’re you calling for? Did you forget something here? I can bring it to you if—”

You laughed, cutting him off. “No, I just realized we agreed to a date but not a day or time.”

Eddie huffed out a laugh. He truly was worried something had happened or he did something wrong. “I can pick you up on Saturday.” He heard you pop a gumball in your mouth, and smiled.

“What time?”

“Say seven? Is that a good time for dinner?” he was already thinking of his guess.

“Yeah, that works,” you answered through a yawn.

“And one more thing, sweetheart. What flavor gum is that?”

Your brows shot up, eyes wide with surprise. “How did you know I was chewing it over the phone?” you laughed.

Eddie smiled to himself but hoped you could see it and smile with him. “I’m gonna guess…” he drew out the word. “Juicy fruit?”

“Nuh-uh.” you laughed at his exaggerated groan. “It’s grape again.”

Eddie didn’t say anything. Just hung up the phone, and now knew his life mission was to guess your bubblegum flavor correctly.

—

Applebee’s was the only place Eddie could think of to take you.

Sure, it wasn’t the best place in the world, but it was at least something. You were promised a dinner date, not a good restaurant. He didn’t think you cared, though. In fact, you seemed thrilled to be taken out to an actual restaurant instead of the alternative, which was staying in with crappy microwave food.

“You look nice,” Eddie complimented. “Like what you did with your hair.”

You pushed a stray strand behind your ear, smiling at your feet. “Thanks. You’re the one taking me out, this was the least I could do to thank you,” you teased, admiring the way his face got red. You dressed up for him. He was thrilled.

Some people gave you strange looks when they realized you were on a date in Applebee’s, of all places. Eddie glared back when you weren’t looking. “Can I get you two anything to drink?”

You looked to Eddie, waiting for him to answer. “I’ll take a tea, thank you,” he said.

The server wrote it down. “I’ll have one too, please.” The server nodded, then walked away.

“You seem nervous,” Eddie pointed out. “Did I do something?”

Your eyes went wide, quick to apologize. “Oh, no! I’m sorry, I’ve just never been on an actual dinner date before. I don’t really know what happens.”

Eddie laughed lowly. “Can I tell you a secret?” he asked, just above a whisper. He looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping. You laughed at his dramatics, earning a smile. “I’ve never been on a real date either. That’s why I panicked and cleaned everything before you came over for the movie.”

Leave it up to Eddie to make you feel silly for being nervous. Although, his admission did ease your nerves a bit. He was just as nervous as you were, but he was also just good at hiding it. Or maybe you just didn’t notice because you were up in your own head too much. Still, he managed to make you feel a bit better about yourself, and you silently thanked him for it.

The server came back with your drinks just in time. “Dates are more nerve-racking than I thought they'd be.”

“Yeah, but as long as they're with someone you like, thats alright, right?” He took his drink from the server, handing you yours.

You smiled shyly. “Yeah, I guess so.”

You ordered a strangely named burger you were intrigued about. Eddie ordered off the children's menu. He wanted to seem a bit more grown up and order something that was a genuine meal, but he saw the mac-n-cheese picture and just couldn’t help himself. The server raised a brow at him but took the order anyway.

You laughed when the server walked away. Eddie turned back to you, a wide smile on his face. “What? It looked good!”

“Hey, I don't blame you. The children's menus always seem better than the other food.”

Eddie nodded in agreement. “Right!”

There was a pause, but this time it only felt semi-awkward. He was growing on you. Becoming less of a stranger and more of a whatever was going on between you guy. You were sure you needed to talk about that at some point but now didn’t seem like the right time. You were too comfortable just letting this play out how it needed to for the moment.

You fiddled with your pockets, making sure the gum packet was still in one. Eddie noticed but didn’t mention it. He was actually planning on catching a glimpse of it before you put it in your mouth. Maybe the color would hint at what flavor it was.

“You know, I was also worried you wouldn’t like this place,” Eddie said, taking a bite of his food. Unlike how he thought you would think of him for talking with his mouth full, you thought it was amusing. He wasn’t embarrassed about it, and you admired that. Even if it was over something his uncle surely would have told him not to do. He acted as if it were normal to be imperfect and not always in ‘professional’ mode.

“No, it’s fine. I’m just glad we’re going out again.” It took a moment for you to realize you’d said that last part out loud. Eddie didn’t seem to mind.

“Yeah, I really like you.” now he was the one thinking aloud.

You smiled sheepishly, your leg beginning to bounce. “Thanks,” you said, not quite sure what else to say. “I really like you too.”

“Well, I should hope so,” he joked. “We are on a date, after all.”

You continued to eat in silence, just happy being in each other's presence. Maybe your friend was right about him being ‘the one’ as she put it.

Eddie smiled to himself, a small laugh leaving his lips. “Call me crazy, but I think this is the best date I've ever had.”

“This is the only date you've ever had.” The server handed you the bill, but Eddie quickly took it from your hands and stuffed the money in it before handing it back to the server.

“Yeah, but it’s the best thing I could have asked for! I’m with a pretty girl—” you blushed— “I had a good meal, and I’m happy.” Eddie absentmindedly chewed on the straw he took from the drink as you walked out.

You giggled, head down to hide your face in your hair. “Thank you for tonight, Eddie.” you put a piece of gum in your mouth, hopping into his van. White, he noticed. That could be anything.

“It’s really no problem. I wanna do it again sometime.” he smiled over at you. “Now, are you willing to tell me what flavor gum that is?”

A wide smile spread across your cheeks. “Nope. have to guess.”

And then he kissed you. He leaned over the console, hand on the back of your neck to pull you closer and kissed you. Before your senses could kick back in and you could kiss him back, he pulled away. “Regular bubblegum,” he said, acting unfazed about what he'd just done.

Your mouth fell open in disbelief, and you leaned over to kiss him again. He was sure he could melt right then and there. Cave, and let you do whatever you wanted to him, but he also knew he couldn’t let you slip away from him. So he settled for kissing you back, hands on either side of your face with such care you thought you’d be the one melting.

It was perfect, he was perfect. And then, you knew that your friend was right. You’d be loving this man for the rest of your life.

#stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie x y/n

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troublewithvampires · 10 months

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//climbs back on here

i am still shadowbanned for the moment but i wanted to at least tell y'all about my ideas to rewrite this mans. i'll update his carrd and bio n such here soon

not gonna talk about why i'm removing certain things bc that could be a whole separate post, but for now. just know this is how i'm taking salvatore away from bonesaw vic's entirely.

content warnings under the cut: salvatore-typical talk of dehumanization, forced/involuntary confinement, and starvation

instead of the zoo, salvatore was kept in solitary confinement for eight years as victor's personal plaything-slash-attack dog, never fed or allowed social interaction unless victor had someone he disliked and needed to have executed. a whole zoo operation allowed for too many chances for sal to escape, and this was the most effective way to keep sal in his place and isolated while driving it home that this was meant to be salvatore's personal hell. he wasn't a person, he was a tool, and so victor kept him as one.

(and by executions, i mean victor would feed people to sal as a punishment for double-crossing him, reducing salvatore down to a tool for him to use to keep his men in line.)

as for how he escaped? vic got careless during one of the executions, and salvatore seized his chance. he wasn't able to kill vic, but he was able to claw his face up bad before escaping into the night to lick his wounds.

the problem that arises here, now, is that this removes the natural avenue for him to have met billy/jason, as well as the root of their bond centering around billy helping salvatore escape. that's something i'm still gonna figure out, but i do have a few ideas brewing for that! road trip verse may end up being canon LMAO.

but yes, these are my thoughts! still workshopping the details, but regardless this is at least the general direction i want to go to make this character mine.

#❝ ain't no jesus here‚ billy boy ❞ 「 ooc 」#❝ there i was‚ a gangster turned vampire on the loose ❞ 「 headcanons 」#//sal the fact that you are SO goddamn well adjusted is a fucking miracle

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thenastyotherblog · 2 years

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Four, studying different types of phobias. She keeps frowning, growling, her tail increasingly thumping against the floor faster and faster until she just throws the book across the room.

"This is bullshit!"

"Language!" Tai scolds her, barely avoiding the projectile. "What's wrong pumpkin? Having trouble with your studies?" Must be, when he picks up the book he gets dizzy of how small the letters are.

Four just groans, sliding from the couch to the floor with a thud. "When I'm gonna treat a person with that kind of phobia? It's so ridiculous!" She says, voice muffled against the floor.

"You never know kiddo! Better be prepared" He meant this. His daughter's decision to be a therapist and help people with their fears was something, Tai was proud about. However, the psychotherapy field proved to be as ruthless as the hero one. It was not the first time and God know it wouldn't be the last, that he almost got hit with a book when Four gets upset about her studies. It had already happen before, Tai could vividly remember the pain. "What's the phobia? Can't be that silly"

Taishiro felt his kid's glare from the other side of the room. She had to push herself back up, sitting criss-crossed before taking a long breath.

"Luposlipaphobia"

There was a time where doctors assured Tai that even though Four's vocal cords healed, she wouldn't be able to properly talk.

And there she was, proving everyone wrong.

He stayed still in disbelief at the long ass word his daughter just threw at him.

"Pardon?" Tai faces twist as he tries to hold a chuckle.

Four's tail thumps the floor again. She knows her dad is trying not to laugh but even the name of the stupid phobia is so ridiculous how could he not? "Luposlipaphobia"

"And what's that?"

"You are gonna laugh"

"I wont"

"You are already laughing!"

"Come on pumpkin, tell your old man"

With a sigh, Four finally explains:

"is the fear of being pursued by timber wolves around a kitchen table while wearing socks on a newly waxed floor"

Tai wheezes the moment she is done explaining. What in the actual fuck?

"Dad! You said you wouldn't laugh!" Four yells, upset.

But the pro-hero erupts into laughter, trying to even imagine when that specific situation would even happen. "I mean! It-It could happen if you think about it!"

"IT WONT!" Four says, throwing herself into the couch. Tai sitting next to her, chuckling. "Chased by timber wolves?"

"Maybe they escaped from a zoo!" Tai suggests.

"Around a kitchen table??"

"They escaped and got into someone's house!"

"...wearing socks..."

"Could be winter, it's cold"

"IN A NEWLY WAXED FLOOR????"

"WOOD FLOOR!"

Four groans loudly into a pillow because, even when is so stupid, and ridiculous and improbable, her dad just pointed out that /IT CAN BE POSSIBLE/ and it infuriates her that he is right.

Taishiro chuckles again, rubbing her daughter's back. "Let's take a break, alright? I bring your favorite for dinner!"

"....ok"

"Now, want to tell me more about these?" Tai lightly hit Four's head with the ungodly big book she was studying.

"Weeeell- there is Arachibutyrophobia"

"And what's that?"

"Uuuuh, fear peanut butter sticking to your palate"

"That's scary!"

"It's not!"

"Is not? Care to tell me again why you won't eat peanut butter unless you have a glass of milk young lady?" Tai inquiries, rising an eyebrow.

Four's ears drop. "Ok, it is scary".

#4 the feral child #bnha oc #mha oc #taishiro toyomitsu #fatgum #i remembered that stupid phobia and this pop out

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w1llb7ers · 2 years

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Run Away, Turn Away, Run Away

(aka byler run away together but like rebellious celeb will x fanboy mike)

someone write an au where will is a famous model/YouTuber/or influencer and mike is will's fanboy but like his Biggest Fan. he will do ANYTHING to get tickets to his latest fan meet up, but he's not like all the other inconsiderate paparazzi, he actually values will's personal space and admires him from afar. making sure he never (even if he does take them) posts any pics of will on his days or nights out on the town (he will however, only take the pics to fanboy over later).

- (i got carried away, enjoy lmao)

so one day when will is taking his morning stroll, he bumps into mike on the street. will apologizes for not watching where he was going and mike wants to do the same, but his voice is caught in his throat. oh my god it's will freaking byers. he is absolutely stunned and manages a quick, “no, it was me too! it's alright.” to which will smiles and it's mesmerizing. mike thinks he goes blind for a few seconds before will snaps him out of his trance by asking him where he's headed. why is he asking me of all people?

“i'm just taking a stroll up the road and back down the block.” he supplies, bringing a hand to scratch at his neck. he's super nervous and he's afraid will can tell. play it cool.

“oh! what a coincidence, so am i. do you live around here?” will wants to know about my life. where i live. what i'm up to. is this heaven?

“uh, yeah. yeah, i do. just..” he gestures to a part of the sidewalk that cuts off and leads to a large area filled with trees and bushes. “over there. a small apartment complex. nothing much, but it's everything i need.” suddenly he feels a bit stupid. telling this celebrity about his needs. what would will want with that information?

to mike's surprise, will let's out a giggle. it's not a quiet one either, it's almost shocking how prominent it is amongst the bustling streets. the sounds of people walking their dogs, kids running down the walkways laughing and yelling to their hearts' content, cars zooming past them with each second that goes by.

cute. is all mike can think of at the moment. will byers is cute, adorable even. and he laughed, no he giggled because of mike. he can die happy now.

”what's so funny?” mike asks, suddenly feeling more than eager to receive an answer. he feels like time is running out and that his time with will needs to be well-spent.

will has a soft smile plastered onto his face, the corners of his lips lifting up as a memory of the laughter he'd just let out moments before.

“oh, nothing. you're just very interesting.”

him? interesting? now, that's something he's never heard before.

“i'll.. take that as a compliment.” he states, noticing a small tilt in will's head position, “unless that's not what you intended-”

will laughs this time, a hearty full-body laugh that almost knocks him over onto mike.

“it was. i don't normally meet people like you. usually it's.. different. they treat you like you're an animal in a zoo. waiting and waiting for you to do something new, exciting, or interesting.”

mike nods along as he holds onto each and every word that will's mouth utters.

“it's.. it's refreshing to meet someone that doesn't treat you like an exhibit. y'know?" will looks him dead in the eyes, a hopeful glint passes through. it's practically unnoticeable by mike.

practically.

“i mean, yeah. i've never dealt with something like that, but i can definitely expect it to be exhausting.”

will smiles brightly at him and mike feels like his world may stop right then.

“i wish i could...” a pause. a glance. his lips open slightly. another pause.

“eh, nothing. it's stupid.” will finishes, holding the inside of his arm against his chest.

“how stupid can it really be?” mike is feeling braver, more comfortable. it's almost like they've known eachother forever.

“extremely. i-” he looks up at mike, finally.

“i want to get away from it all. escape. but i...i can't.” he claims, lips pursed in a pout.

“who says you can't?”

“common sense.”

“screw that, then!” mike throws his hands up in the air. the sun is rising still and the light illuminates his face perfectly.

“what?” will asks, suddenly intrigued.

“screw common sense. if you want to get away, get away. if you want to run away, run away. if you want to turn away from the world, turn away.” mike pumps a fist in the air signifying victory.

“it's not that easy.”

“sure, it is. it's so easy, i could do so right now.”

“but you aren't a celebrity surrounded by media, are you?”

there's a silence between them.

“right..but that doesn't mean you can't hide from them. you have your privacy and you have your comforts. they don't know everything about you. it's all just shit they found online and chose to believe. their version of you is fake, it's an artificial you. be who you want to be.” mike spoke so fast that he almost tumbled over onto the grass near the sidewalk they're standing on. the air is leaving his lungs in small, short huffs.

“would you..help me?” will's voice tiny and filled with worry.

“help you? of course, i would.”

“run away with me.” the demand is clear in will's eyes and mike swears he's dreaming. no way there's absolutely no way he just asked me that.

he shakes his head, along with the thought.

“you- you don't even know my name and you're asking me to run away with you? that's not-”

“common sense? yeah, but you just said to screw it, right?” will isn't joking. mike keeps searching his face and/or body language for any sign that he's joking about this. but he can't find anything. it's probably the most sincere thing will byers has ever done.

“i-i know that, but-"

“but what? are you chickening out of your own idea?” will taunts.

“no- i am just saying we hardly know each other." mike claims. it's slightly true, mike knows will but will doesn't know mike.

“let's fix that.” will steps closer, he's taller by an inch and his hair hangs in front of mike's eyes as he breathes slowly. “what's your name?”

“mike. mike wheeler.” he chokes out. why is he standing so close to me?

“well, mike wheeler, will you run away with me?” will looks into his eyes and mike responds a little too quickly.

“yes.”

will giggles once again and grabs his hand, scanning the streets for crowds so they can blend in.

this morning, mike had been looking at pictures of will byers on his phone and planning to see him at his meet and greet that weekend, but now he's somehow on a train, heading who knows where with the man himself.

this is gonna be a long ride.

THE END :]

#me: someone should write this au #also me 2 seconds later: fine I'll do it myself #smalltown boy byler aus are my will to live #mike is will byers biggest fan it's true #au where will is taller than mike because yes #byler #will byers #mike wheeler #byler tumblr #stranger things #byler au #my writing

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celestialmango · 2 years

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1) Hehe, thank you for liking my ideas and thought. I'm a sucker for mythology and various monsters, soni like to think about all the different elements different types of monsters or creatures would have :D I can imagine centipede Glitch in that situation giving no context at all of protecting reader by swallowing, just hearing the others fretting and working and he goes something along the lines of "Let's just eat, eat eat them" While the others are horrified as dear reader is not food XD Both

2) are good, it's interesting possibly to have a more sweet centipede moon in one story (unless he is still an utmost gremlin who has had to be a gremlin towards reader at a distance and has had time to bond and is just too panicked about injured reader to even think of being a gremlin like Glitch) and a more mean moon in the other. Its been a long time since I watched men in black, I forgot that scene, but remember the one in the 2nd film ~Shy

🥭: ah, the worm lady, I remember her. As for Moon being sweet in the zoo that's cause soft Moon is in that one.

The alien one is Moon not wanting witnesses telling on him and Sun before Sun can get the ship off world, before he nommed them he really was planned to let them out before they left but...

Moon had never eaten a human before and found out humans were delicious plus their struggles felt amazing so he decided to keep them as a tasty treat/pet he would nom over and over again instead.

He did not plan on letting Sun know about them until they were very very far away from the planet he stole them from.

The boys have these venomous venomous fangs and appendages on their mouths like the bug alien in the first men in black for dragging prey in fast and keeping them from escaping while they're being swallowed alive.

For those who don't know what scene I'm speaking of here's the scene.

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Ye, boys have mouths similar to that.

#mango answers #🎃☀️🍬🌕🎃

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deathfavor · 2 months

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@shackld said: ❝ no one should even get to look at you unless you want them to. ❞ serpent lol

Possessive, territorial, and jealous starters

Serpent has long grown used to the way people stare at her ; like an exhibition for them to be fascinated by. They stare at her like an animal in a zoo. It's not so far from the truth, especially being taken into the MBCC. But there are times when she's brought out to help with missions. Like now as she helps Chief looking for their suspect hidden in the building. But Chief's never really seen how people see Serpent. Fear and greed are the two most common. Sometimes blatant desire.

" Chief . . . ? " Serpent pauses in her walk to look towards the Chief in surprise at the outburst of words.

It's a strange concept. One that Serpent can't imagine despite how how she tries to picture it. Not since becoming a sinner. And yet, Chief seems to be upset at the way people are looking at her. Why is she upset? Her signature smile wavers ever so slightly, but she reaches out to rest a hand on her shoulder and offers a gentle squeeze.

" It's okay, Chief. This is normal. I'm used to it. " Serpent says as she turns back to the busy room with a smile. Just because she's used to it does not mean its right. Serpent tries to move, but finds her feet stuck. Finally, she gives a small sigh. " I've been a show piece since I was little. For a long time, it was in the criminal underworld. I'm sure there's still videos on the dark web, since the snakes they had were illegal to own. I'm used to people staring at me. As long as it brings them joy, that's what matters. Right? " Serpent looks over her shoulder with a forced smile. She meant for it to come out confident, but it waves like she's not entirely sure.

It's another instance of the performer doing all she can for the happiness of others, even as the expense of being picked apart by the eyes of a crowd. Her discomfort doesn't matter. " I just try to think of it all as a performance, whether I'm on the stage or not. That's why a smile is so important! " She chirps, perfect smile in place. But it feels like lie after lie, trying to justify to the chief for others that do not care for her. They don't ; they only care for the happiness and escapism she can provide them. Deep down she knows this. And she chooses to ignore it for their happiness.

#shackld #chief shake sense into her #she really is just :) its fine #even with chief being TF no it is not ?#she's just ITS FINE ITS OKAY #oh serpent.... :(#᛭ — [IC] happiness evades the longing heart [SERPENT]

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lyxthen · 1 year

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I think my most memorable experience from Elementary School was The Toucan Incident.

It was a normal day of class, when one of my classmates (the one that had assumed the role of clown kid) pointed out, out of nowhere, "that's a weird bird outside", to which another classmate responded (this was the good student who is also a mean girl archetype) "no one cares about your stupid bird, Ian". And he was like, "No I mean it its got very pretty colors". The girl sighed, and looked at the window, and she said "oh my god there's a toucan outside". Class was suspended. Everyone had crowded next to the window, trying to get a look at the damn toucan. It was perched on a tree, as though it was the most normal thing, to be a toucan in the big city (well, not like the city is big, but its big enough that you don't expect wild animals to find their way in). The teacher could not get us to look away and go back to class, we could only stare at the bird in awe.

The leading theory was that it was an escaped pet. The school was in the "rich people" side of town, and we thought, well, maybe some mob boss or politician decided to engage in some illegal pet trade, as is usual. We had heard of people having dove, parakeets, and those were common enough pets. People living near the beach could more often have "exotic" parrots, because of (yes, unregulated) pet trade, though most of the birds were captive-bred, and gifted in the same way one gifts a new litter of kittens, it was still technically illegal to do because all exotic pets in the country must have the proper paperwork done. But we had never heard of people keeping toucans, anywhere. Closest thing was Macaws, which are really hard to get and most people are under the assumption that it's immoral to keep them captive at all unless you have a zoo facility (which, I can't say I totally disagree with) and that most of them are wild caught (which is BAD). But a toucan? Now, a pet toucan would be like having a pet tiger. You are clearly violating the law and have wild money to spend on it. And most of us had never even see a toucan before in real life: there is only one zoo here, and its more of a big cat sanctuary, so no birds there.

It eventually flew away, to our massive disappointment, but we couldn't really keep paying attention to class afterwards, and I think the teacher gave up because he picked up a book and started to read in his desk while we discussed what the hell had just happened. And, for years to come, we would tell the tale of That Time We Saw A Toucan and Didn't Have Class Because of It.

Later I researched a little more, and turns out that we are on the very tail end of the range of toucans, though the name of this specific species and its habitat are unknown to me. Perhaps it was really just a wild toucan that got lost. I like to believe that anyway, the other option is a little depressing.

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messy-gemini1 · 2 years

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Silco x reader and their unruly child and bastard aunt :)

Sevika: You have friends and I envy that. Silco: You're welcome to share my friends. Sevika: *looks at Jinx and Y/n* Sevika: I don't want those. ______

Y/n: Advice of the day kids, if you ever meet someone who calls Gatorade flavors the actual name of the flavor instead of just the color then they are a certified nerd. Sevika: Yeah but you have to specify, frost glacier or cool blue? You can’t just say blue because there’s more than one blue. Y/n: Blue and light blue, nice try nerd. ______

Sevika: Love makes people do stupid things. Jinx: I love everything! Sevika: That explains a lot. ______

Sevika: You played me! Y/n: Like the cheap kazoo you are! ______

Sevika: Isn’t a bit dangerous? Y/n: Sevika, please. We’ve in a lot of unexpected predicaments before and we always escape unhurt. Sevika: ... Y/n: Okay, we sometimes escape unhurt. Sevika: ... Y/n: Alright, we escaped unhurt once... Then we hurt ourselves in the way home. ______

Y/n: We're having another moment, aren't we? Silco: If by a moment, you mean me not wanting to strangle you for the first time since we met, then I guess we are. ______

Jinx: Every zoo is a petting zoo unless you’re a coward. Silco: I’m worried about you. Y/n: I'm never taking you to a zoo.. ______

Y/n, sniffling: Calm down, I’m probably not sick. It might just be allergies. Jinx: Okay, tell me this: are you like, really tired? Y/n: I have depression, what do you think? ______

Silco: There's something I have to ask about you-know-who. Y/n: Voldemort? Silco: No. Y/n: Is it Voldemort? Silco: It's not Voldemort. Y/n: You haven’t mentioned wizards once this conversation, so I’m gonna have to assume it’s Voldemort. ______

Sevika: What is wrong with you? Y/n: Loaded question. Elaborate. Sevika: ______ Sevika: Hey, Joe said he's coming over this afternoon. Y/n: Cool. Sevika: Do you know who Joe is? Y/n: JOE MAMA! Jinx, not even looking up from their phone: Damn, that backfired. ______

Jinx: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room. Silco: Screw that, I’m not kissing any of you. *Y/n walks in* Silco: Fine, I’ll do it. Rules are rules you know.

#arcane x reader #silco x reader #Jinx #Sevika #Silco #xreader #arcane league of legends #arcane fanfic #arcane netflix #arcane series

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sunsetfanfics · 3 years

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Rainy days

(Erling Haaland x Reader)

Hiii! Can please request a fluffy scenario with Erling Haaland? Something like watching a movie together? Thank youuu <333

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well, today was it. the day that you had been dreading the most was here,, aka the last day of vacation for your boyfriend, erling.

you had given it some thought and concluded that this was indeed the day you hated the most. because tomorrow you could at least busy yourself with the thought of him excitedly coming back home and telling you various tales from his first day back in training. (plus his usual reminder about how much he missed you never hurt.)

but today was just thinking about the inevitable, a knot forming in your stomach at the mere thought of not spending every day with him.

as a last hurrah, the two of you planned on going to the zoo today. neither of you had ever been to the dortmund zoo, so you decided today would be the perfect day to try something new. yet the second you peeked out the window you knew that your plans were ruined.

a sigh escapes your lips at the sight of the pouring rain outside, along with the droplets sliding down the window.

"everything ok?" erling asks, his raspy voice letting you know he just woke up.

you sigh again, turning around to see your boyfriend propping himself up with his elbow on the pillow.

"it's raining. the forecast said there was a zero percent chance of rain today."

erling looked down at the sheets, yawning before speaking.

"I'm sorry, that really sucks. but maybe we can do something inside for once! I mean, we're always running around and doing stuff outside, so maybe this is a sign to just find something to do here!"

you bite your lip and nod. "what should we do instead, then?"

"I don't know, but can we decide when you come back to bed? it's cold and lonely over here." he whines.

you grin before walking back over and getting underneath the covers, erling instantly scooting over and embracing you.

the two of you sit in silence for a while, just enjoying each other's company.

"sooooo,,, what do you want to do today?" he asks.

"finally warm enough to think about it?" you tease.

he chuckles, "yes, I am actually, thank you. but you didn't answer my question."

"uh,, I dunno. we could,, watch a movie or something."

"ooh, we haven't watched a movie in a while! what are you thinking?"

"um," you pause, "maybe,, umm, we can just go through netflix? or,, ooh! what about a marvel movie marathon?" you beam.

he smiles at your excitement, "sounds good to me, baby."

"yes! I've always wanted to binge wat- wait,, are we gonna watch it up here or downstairs?" you ask.

he hums, "why not here? we're already situated. I mean, unless you want to go downstairs."

"nah, I'm good right here." you reply, situating so you could face the tv and lay your head on his chest.

"babe?"

"hmm?"

"the remote is on your side."

you groan and lay there for a few moments before rolling over and grabbing the remote.

"here." you say, handing it to him, laying your head back on his chest.

"which movie do we start with?"

"I think the first iron man,, or something like that."

"sounds good to me."

you had been dreading this day for weeks. and yet, as you laid your head on his chest and felt his hand massaging your shoulder while you both watched superheroes run around fighting evil, you realized today wasn't so bad. perhaps the rain didn't ruin your plans, after all.

#erling haaland #haaland #bvb #bvb09 #dortmund #borussia dortmund #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #soccer fanfic #soccer fanfiction #football fic #football fanfic #football #soccer #erling haaland fanfic #erling håland #haaland fanfic #mine

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fanficbitch · 3 years

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Aaron Hotchner // Field Trip

A/N: You try to drop Jack off for a field trip, but it does not go as planned.

I pull into a parking spot in front of the school then turn around. “Are you excited for your field trip?” I ask Jack who is practically jumping out of his seat.

“Yes, yes, can I go now, mom?” he asks and I nod. He leans forward between the seats and I place a kiss on his forehead.

“Okay, please be safe!” I call after he runs out of the car. I watch him walk up to his teacher like I always do to make sure he gets in safe. Although, this interaction is different. His teacher stops him on the way in. Their conversation forces Jack to turn around and point at me. His teacher nods, then takes him by the shoulder and walks him back towards me.

They come to my window and I want to talk to her by name, but it escapes my mind. “Hi, Mrs. Y/L/N?” his teacher asks me.

“Yes, what’s going on?” I ask.

“So, I have Jack’s permission slip right here,” she says and hands it to me. I look it over briefly. I signed it about two weeks ago, a slip to the zoo, I remember.

“Yeah, is there a problem with it?”

“Well, there actually is,” she says. “In the place where a legal guardian needs to sign, you put your name.”

I almost laugh at that. “Yeah, I’m his mom,” I tell her.

“Well, not legally,” she says and my heart sinks. “Since you are not his legal guardian, this form is not valid.”

I’m left a bit stunned. Jack came home one day and just asked me to sign his form. I didn’t realize that it would cause so many problems. I guess I stay quiet a little too long because his teacher speaks up again. “I’m afraid Jack can’t come on the field trip today.”

I shouldn’t be as mad as I am, but anger boils inside of me. I’m his mom. Jack calls me mom. Why can’t I sign his forms for him? “Okay, Jack get in the car,” I say and he does so. I look in the rearview mirror and see him fighting back the tears as he buckles his seatbelt. Now I have to entertain Jack for the whole day and there is only one place I can take him: The BAU.

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“Are you excited about your breakfast?” I ask as we ride up in the elevator. We stopped at McDonalds and got a special breakfast today since he can’t go on his field trip. All Jack does is shrug and looks forward. My heart sinks. He has been talking about this field trip for weeks and it’s all my fault that he can’t go.

The elevator doors open and reveal the glass doors to the BAU. Jack has been here probably a handful of times. This isn’t exactly the easiest place to bring your child. The only reason I’m bringing him here because I don’t see any other options. Aaron is here, Jessica is at work and all my babysitters have the same job as me.

Thankfully, Jack’s face lights up when he sees Morgan. “Uncle Derek!” he shouts. Morgan swivels around in his chair and gives Jack a hug and a huge smile.

“Jackie!” he says then sets him on his lap. “I haven’t see you in forever. How are you?”

“Sad,” Jack frowns.

“What happened?”

“I can’t go to the zoo with my class,” he says.

“Why is that?” Morgan asks.

“Because mom messed up his permission slip,” I say, cutting in.

Morgan gives me a yikes look then turns back to Jack. “Well, you know what? I’ll take you to the zoo and it’ll be even more fun than today.”

“Really?” Jack asks.

“Really,” Morgan confirms.

“Okay, c’mon Jack, let’s go let dad know you’re here,” I say and he hops off Derek’s lap. Jack runs up the few stairs in front of me and pushes his way into Aaron’s office.

“Hey dad!” he shouts. Aaron quickly looks up and looks baffled at the sight.

“Buddy, what are you doing here?” he asks as he stands up. “I thought you were going to the zoo?”

“I was, then Miss. Warren said I couldn’t go,” Jack tells him. Aaron’s eyebrows furrow in confusion, exchanging looks from me and Jack.

“Hey Jack, do you want to go share your breakfast with Uncle Derek?” I ask.

“Sure!” he says excitedly then runs out of the room.

“What happened?” Aaron asks once Jack leaves the room. I respond by handing my husband the permission slip. He looks it over quickly then shakes his head. “I don’t see the issue.”

“Hmm, neither did I. But apparently, since I am not Jack’s legal guardian, the form is not valid,” I say.

Aaron scoffs. “That’s ridiculous. You’re his mom.”

“That’s what I said. But I guess it doesn’t matter unless it’s legal,” I say. Aaron turns around and marches back to his desk then picks up his phone.

“I’m calling that teacher to give her a piece of my mind,” he says as dials the number. But I hit the receiver before the call can go through.

“Listen, I’m not happy about this either, but we both know that I can’t sign his forms. You’ll just always have to do it.”

“But I can’t always do it. You’re home with him more than I am,” he says.

“I know, but we’ll figure it out,” I say and we’re both quiet for a few moments.

“Unless,” Aaron says.

“Unless what?” I ask, not liking his tone.

“Unless you legally adopt him,” he says and my stomach drops.

“What?” I screech.

“I mean that is the only thing that is missing. We’re married, he calls you his mom and you are his mom, it’s just not legal,” he says and I think on it for a moment.

“Are you sure that’s okay? I don’t want him to think I’m trying to replace Haley,” I say softly.

“You’re not replacing her. You’re just a bonus mom,” Aaron tells you. You’d be lying if you said you never thought about it. You’ve been wanting to adopt Jack since the first time you met him. He isn’t a step-son at all. He’s your son.

“If Jack’s okay with it, then I am too,” I smile.

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 3 years

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Wilfords Demands: Simple As That

Summary- 7.3k Curtis Everett x You. Realization of your predicament really sinks in, but Curtis wont simply let that happen. Wilford seems happy to extend the deal, after all Curtis is his favorite fighter, always has been. Confident that things wont be as bad as they could be, you and Curtis settle into preparing for the new child. Divider made by @firefly-graphics

Warnings- talks of pregnancy, hint of possible abortion (a sentence), smut. 18+ Only.

A/N- I can’t claim to know anything about pregnancy except what research has informed me. So descriptions will be vague and probably not accurate.

Chapter 4 / Wilfords Demands Masterlist

“Then my Dear, you better encourage Curtis to win.”

Those words sunk deep as you looked into Wilfords cold ice-sharp eyes, the way he was grinning as if this was a game. But it wasn't a game, this was your life, Curtis's life and ultimately the new life growing inside of you right now.

And right now it was better to stay with the devil you knew. Your hands flew to your still flat stomach, pressing it lightly while gasping out.

“But I'm pregnant, with Curtis’s child. You can’t give me to another while raising his child.” You pointed out, hoping that the facts would be on your side in this.

Wilford pulled back with a hearty laugh that made you feel sick, wanting to vomit hearing it. Claude to snickered at you as if you were to stupid to understand. Your confused look clouded your face.

“Girl, you think you get to keep that baby? No woman like you gets to keep them.” Wilford wiped under his eyes to clear the tears. You could feel the blood ringing in your ears now as panic settled in your chest.

“You are going to take away my baby?”

“Of course you stupid bitch, you all are not fit to be mothers. Other more capable women will take them, raise them.” Claude snapped out gleefully at your distress. Wilford leaned forward giving you what was supposed to be a comforting pat on the hand, which you pulled back to your chest out of his reach.

“Girl, you will birth that child and give him up to us. I might even keep this one for myself. If Curtis wins. I only keep winners. I expect you to be good to whoever gets to claim you after the tournament.” He shifted to a stand, putting his chair back. You were in too much shock to even comprehend what Claude and Wilford were saying to one another.

“Ah, Claude, you better take her back to Curtis. The pretty thing seems to be in shock.” Wilford sighed a bit. “If she wasn't a tail ender, I would keep her for myself. She is a lovely thing. I'm sure Curtis will do his best to keep her.”

You just stared ahead now while Claude pulled you to a stand with a mutter. “It is a shame Sir. But you don't really want to lower yourself to that.”

All of this was just mumbled nonsense to you, still rolling over what they said earlier, neither you nor Curtis were going to get to keep the baby.

Heading back towards the rooms, Claude paused you at the door and gave a nod to have it unlocked.

Curtis had been pacing the room. To watch him was like the large cats in the zoo, coiled muscles back and forth pacing, snarls of frustration escaping at his predicament. The creak of the door made him pause though and you stepped through, your arms wrapped around your midsection and a blank look on your face. That scared him. And when the door slammed shut behind you, you flinched and blinked suddenly realizing where you were.

“Y/N? Say something.” Curtis finally broke the silence, crossing the room to grasp your forearms, looking for another reaction from you. Anything to snap you out of the silence.

You blinked a few more times and opened your mouth to say something but the words seem to be stuck somewhere.

Curtis drew you to sit on the edge of the bed and lowered next to you waiting. Finally you looked at him, drawing in a breath.

“There's a tournament? And I'm the prize?” You asked it like a question, still disbelieving. Curtis’s face darkened with a nod.

“Yes. It's a gladiator style tournament once a year. I swear Y/N, I'm not going to lose and let anyone else have you. It’s why I have been training so hard.” He shifted in closer and let his hand rest on your thigh, squeezing lightly. “I have been training for these tournaments for years.”

You looked down at his hand and studied it a moment, his knuckles were thick with scar tissue, some still busted from use. Fingers dug slightly into your thigh, as if holding you to him in case anyone tried to take you.

Hands of someone who lived a hard life, but managed to be gentle on you most the time. You knew you would have to tell him the next part. This you didn't know how to deal with. It should have been joyful news, but it was so tainted by the situation. “I'm also pregnant, several weeks now. Did you know… when you got me pregnant that I wouldn't be keeping the child?” You cleared your throat a bit.

Curtis withdrew his hold on you, flexing his hand. “Y/N… I never was sure but I suspected. The other women I had with me, I never saw them again. I don't know what happened to them or if they were allowed to keep their children.” His shoulders hunched. “But you… Wilford told me you were going to stay. He told you specifically that he would be taking it away?”

You swallowed and pulled back into the bed, to use the wall as support, your legs stretched out before you and your hands resting on your stomach.

“He did, he plans on taking it as soon as I give birth.“ You say darkly, already feeling protective and deep sadness that you wouldn't be able to prevent this.

Unless… the idea was so dark, it made your stomach churn.

Curtis was quiet for that moment watching you, worried at how quiet you had turned. He made a move to touch you and you withdrew from him.

“Please don’t… just this once.” You asked and Curtis for the first time withdrew from you and moved to the chair at the table, rubbing a hand over his head.

Any other time this happened, it didn't mean much to him except that his current charge was leaving. But to hear that you had his baby growing inside you made conflicting feelings. Part of him was thrilled, for whatever reason he wanted to see you grow and need him. To cradle his child to your chest and whisper sweet nothings. Warming his bed and filling his life.

The dread followed close on that feeling, because nothing good ever happened on the train. Even if he won, you were still going to lose the child. And Curtis didn't think he could handle that pain, but more importantly, that you couldn't handle it. Pushing to a stand, he pounded on the locked door. Hard enough for you to jump “Curtis, what are you doing?” The door opened once more.

“I need to see Wilford.”

The guard shook his head. “Not till your appointed time.” Curtis surged forward, pushing the man back into the hallway wall and fisted his hand in his gear to lift him off his feet, snarling out.

“I need to see Wilford now.”

Let him come. Came a cackle in a walkie and Curtis let him go.

He didn’t look back as your panicked voice called to him once again. “CURTIS! What are you doing?” You were trying to untangle from the bed when the door slammed shut, the last view Curtis had of you was your look of confusion and panic.

Without a word, Curtis was escorted back to Wilford’s. Being let in, Curtis didn't even hesitate as he brushed past Claude, who huffed in annoyance. “Asshole.”

“You can’t take her child.”

Wilford was standing up in the engine. “Isn't she just beautiful Curtis? Every part of her has a function that keeps us alive and moving. I’ve worked so hard to keep her running so smoothly” Curtis went up the steps into the hellish thing, not finding the beauty that Wilford seemed to be admiring.

“Let her keep the baby.” He started again, clenching his hands at his sides to keep from grabbing Wilford. He knew if he did Claude would shoot him in two seconds, but the urge not to snap the man's neck burned through him.

Wilford finally broke from whatever he was admiring and turned sharply to ascend down the steps, leaving Curtis standing there. “You two can just make more Curtis. Why this time? You never cared before what happened to the women or children.”

“Because Y/N is staying with me, you take away that child and you will destroy a part of her.”

“Make her easier to handle then wouldn't it? No fight left.”

Curtis growled a bit. “She isn't a problem now Wilford.”

“Listen, I’m not an unreasonable man. You win, you keep it all. The girl, the baby. We will change the terms of your contract. You Curtis were always one of my favorites. If it makes you happy, then I can give you this.” Wilford finally said, acting as if he was doing Curtis a favor by the way he spoke to him.

“What's the catch? If I lose?” Curtis asked knowing there would be more and Wilford shrugged.

“Then you lose it all Curtis, just like always.” Wilford stated, snapping his fingers to have the guard come back in waiting for Curtis. “She belongs to the champion, she will lose the child and the terms of her contract with you will pass to whomever gets to claim her. Like I told your little Sweetheart, don’t mess up if you want to keep her with you that badly.”

Curtis glowered at him, straightening to his full height. “I don't plan on it.”

Wilford looked nothing but joyful and calculating. “Just what I wanted to hear.”

After that Curtis was directed to leave the engine, the steel door slamming in his face.

There is no other choice, not that there was much of one before going into the ring ever. If Curtis was to keep you safe, he was going to have to win. With that resolve, he went back to find you curled up on the bed, knees pulled up, arms hugging around yourself. As if you were trying to fold in on yourself and escape. Lifting your head when you heard the door open, Curtis could see the relieved sigh that escaped you. Your tension loosening in your hold as you shifted to sit at the edge of the bed. “What happened?”

“I just talked to Wilford.” He made his way to the chair at the table, easing down in it for a minute while the silence stretched between you two.

When Curtis leaned down to untie his boots, you ventured with your next question. Playing with your fingers. “About the child? Curtis if they take me away…” Your voice drifted, cracking a bit at the thought even passing your mind, let alone saying it. “Maybe it's just better that this baby doesn't come, you know? Maybe it's best to just-”

Curtis immediately snapped his head up, eyes blazing in anger as he barked out sharply. “Don’t even go there Y/N. You and that baby are not going anywhere.”

You quieted for a moment, looking down at your hands after his raise of his voice and you heard Curtis curse from his seat, moving to grasp your chin and make you look up at him. “Trust me okay Y/N. I'm not going to lose.”

You wanted to, you could see the resolve in his gaze as he made you look at him.

This sadness that was all over your face pained Curtis and he wanted nothing more than to take it away. His grasp loosened slightly on your chin, your eyes still uplifted to bore into his, but you made no move to pull away from him. He did what he could only think of to do, lowering his head, his rough lips pressed gently against yours and his hands sliding to cup your face. You were so soft in his hard life.

This time Curtis didn't demand you to open for him, he waited, the top of his tongue tracing the seam to be allowed in. The action spun your head, and immediately the tickle enticed your lips apart, allowing him to tangle his tongue with yours. Pressing you back as Curtis continued forward, you fell back into the mess of the bed, Curtis moving over you while never breaking the kiss till you had to pull away to draw in a breath. But he didn't stall, bringing his mouth down to your jawline and the curve of your neck, pressing his knee in between your thighs so he could slot his hips there to press his weight over you.

A while ago you learned how pointless it was to fight against him and now at this point maybe you no longer wanted to. He could give you mindless pleasure, let you forget the mess of your existence for just a few moments if you just let him. Curtis’s fingers expertly plucking away at the ties of your pants and drawing them down, muttering for you to lift yourself which you listened to, raising your hips under him while dragging your palms to brace against his back, digging in your fingers through the layers of his clothing to hold onto him.

“Do you promise Curtis? I don't care what happens to me anymore. But this baby, Wilford cant have. Please promise me.” You gasped slightly under him as you felt his fingers start to stroke you, seeking for you to open once more for him. Arousal pooling with each expert touch heated you to a warmth that couldn't be found any other way. He dragged your shirt over your head, kissing against the top of your breasts and drawing a nipple into his mouth to suck between his teeth while you started to wither at the sensations he was drawing out of you.

“I promise Y/N, you just focus on growing our baby, m’kay?” He grunted as his hand covered your fluttering belly, not yet round or even showing. But knowing it was in there and for once he was going to get to see it all happen stirred something in Curtis. Something he never wanted or cared for before. Flicks of his tongue traced around your nipples, the warmth of his mouth was such a contrast to the coolness in the air, it drew out these soft little gasps that delighted the man.

Your hips started to rock into his hand while he started to finger you, stroking velvet walls while he lifted his head to watch your reactions. Always so expressive, you fisted your hands in his shirt while your head tilted into the pillows with a soft whimper, knowing that you were close. Curtis was rewarded when your eyes glazed over and warmth flooded his hand while you clamped around him. “Good Girl, don't hold back.” He praised you while tilting down to kiss you slowly, swallowing the aftermath of your orgasm, the tiny whimpers of his name and your pleas for him to finish.

How badly you wanted him to finish in you now.

Curtis pulled back to yank his shirt off and shove his pants down enough to release his cock, stroking himself over you. Your eyes lowered to watch him and for the first time ever, you reached to wrap your hand around his length. “Oh shit Y/N.” His voice stuttered when you squeezed slightly. He hunched over you, falling to his elbow while you pressed him between your swollen folds, looking up at him with a bite to your lip.

“Promise me Curtis.”

Blue eyes that were once so damn harsh and cold towards you simmered heatedly. You didn't know how you could ever think of them as cold as they sharpened with desire. Curtis pressed his forehead to yours for a moment, whispering. “On my life Y/N.”

You gave a slight nod at his answer and his mouth pressed against yours as he started to press into you. The stretch had you gasping though, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck and pulling him down to press your mouth back to his, his hands held onto the side of your head as he started rocking his hips, dragging himself in deep to the place only he has ever been. Dragging against your sensitive walls, you wrapped yourself around him while placing kisses against his mouth, gasping whenever he dropped his weight on you and speared back into your heat.

With everything going on, you let yourself enjoy being with him. The push and pull, the feel of his heavier body pressing yours into the bedding beneath. His heavy length filling you till you were clamping around him to keep him there.

Your fingers curled into his neck, twisting into the short hairs at the back of his head, and Curtis continued pressing harder grunting kisses against your shoulder, his hands curling around under your arms and grasping your shoulders to hold you close as his hips ground into you, his pelvis pressing against your clit.

The rush of it all, the feeling of him kissing you so passionately while he kept claiming you to spiral under him was so much. A cold fire in your belly and the flutters in you turned to clamping, trying to hold him to you while you came.

“That's right sweet girl, just let it happen.” He grunted once more when your body under him locked, twitching as you dug into the back of his neck and your knees gripped his hips to rock with him. His hand loosened on your shoulder and pressed between your bodies, his palm slightly pressing against your stomach to feel how full you were from him and then fell between your bodies to rub your clit to bring you to arousal again.

“Curtis-” You whined and he nudged your head back, sucking on your neck, pressing faster.

“One more, that's it. I know it feels good.” He hissed feeling you buck underneath him. “Feel s’good, right?”

You nodded your head hurriedly while he played you so expertly, all those other times he had grown to learn what made you wither and whine for him, the only man to ever make you feel like this. Which after the stress of the day, you needed to go mindless. “So-so good.”

Nip of teeth with a touch of his tongue, had you arching, the room filled with the harsh sounds of his body colliding with yours and the squeak of the mattress underneath you. Your toes curled and you sobbed out, dropping your hand to cover your mouth to keep your orgasm from bouncing off the metal walls, but he jerked your hand down, filling your mouth with his tongue. Harsh thrusts turned to grind out his own release, warmth flooding you in an all to familiar pleasure.

You dug fingers into his shoulders and dragged him over you, quivering underneath him while pressing your face into his chest, willing your heart to start to slow while his rat-a-tat-tat rapidly in his own chest, deep inhales expanding his chest and pushing you into the mattress while he gasped for air. Curtis went to move, but you clutched tighter. “Dont, please not yet.”

Reaching underneath him, he pushed to an elbow and fisted his hand in your hair gently to pull your head away to look up at him. “I'm not, just be patient Y/N.”

Curtis eased down enough so he wasn't smothering you, but could lay his head on your chest, his arms looped around your midsection. His hips kept your thighs pinned underneath him and his belly pressed against your waist, keeping you under him.

“Soon I won't be able to lay like this on you, you know.” He pointed out after a few minutes and you slipped your hand tentative over his scalp and along the back of his neck. Another first he thought to himself while he closed his eyes to enjoy the way you were willingly touching him.

“I know… I actually never knew I liked the way it felt.” You admitted, having always pulled away from him before after they finished.

Curtis didn’t either, sex had always been a means to an end, there was no intimacy really in it for him. It was a necessity to survive, so he never allowed himself to enjoy it like this, it was simply good in the moment and when it was over, it was over. It never really occurred to him that it could be this simple moment of bliss. But feeling the softness of your body just cradle him so easily, your warmth envelops him into a lull of relaxation. Well, maybe he could get used to feeling this way.

Feeling this way with you.

“Curtis… I have to get up.” You said after a while with what he hoped was regret in your voice. Planting his hands against the mattress, he pulled himself off to lay at the side while you shifted out from under him to sit on the edge of the bed and reach down to grab something to cover yourself with.

“Why do you do that? Cover yourself?” He asked, while you slipped the shirt over your head so that it pooled down around your thighs. You glanced over your shoulder, where he laid stretched out, comfortable in his own skin.

“Why wouldn't I? It's not like I'm anything special Curtis. Also it's safer in the tail end to not get noticed.” You said while pulling to a stand and disappearing in the bathroom. Curtis frowned to himself, he could understand not getting noticed, but the other he couldn't agree with. He was still genuinely surprised that you were a virgin when you were brought to him.

When you came back out, running your hands over your shirt and moving to crawl back in the bed, Curtis reached over and grasped your chin in his forefinger and thumb. “That's not true Y/N.”

You blinked at him wide eyed, confused in such an innocent way. The corners of his mouth tugged a bit seeing you blink at him owlishly. “What's not true?” You wriggled into the dip in the mattress you had left earlier.

“You claim you're not anything special. You are beautiful Sweetheart. Especially now that your health is returning. I'm not the only one to notice.” His fingers loosened and trailed along your cheeks that were filling out and were always so warm against his fingertips.

You huffed a bit and your eyes went downcast while settling back in the bedding. “I don't know if that is a good thing.” You wrinkled your nose and Curtis reached over to let his hand settle on your stomach.

“You are not going anywhere.”

First Trimester

Changes started so subtly. One morning your stomach turned at the sight of eggs Curtis brought that had you sprinting to the bathroom and over the toilet. You grasped the sides as you gagged over it, and Curtis cussed while placing the tray down, following you in to stand behind you, pulling hair back and rubbing your back. Once you stopped gasping and fell back to sit on your ankles, he let go of you and went to the bathroom sink to fill a cup with some water for you to clear your mouth with. Taking it, you swished some water and spat it out before handing it back to Curtis. “Thank you.”

“What was it?” He questioned while giving the cup a rinse and reached down to help you to stand.

“Uhh, the eggs maybe?” You took a deep breath just thinking about it and felt your stomach roll again while moving to the sink and grabbed the tooth brush.

“Want me to get rid of them?”

“Can you Curtis?”

He gave a smile and rubbed your back once before exiting the bathroom, giving you some privacy. Going back out, you saw the offending pile of eggs was gone. Alot of it was trial and error. You soon learned that you had a constant craving for milk as well, which Curtis was sure to start adding to all the meals he brought you.

You craved back rubs and shoulder rubs, which Curtis was good at you found out. As well as being so tired. All the time. You took several naps throughout the day, which at first you apologized for. Curling up in bed to sit whenever Curtis caught you dozing off. One day with a sketch pad stretched out before him, making lazy swipes with his pencil, he gave a shake of his head. “Sleep. You have to listen to your body and right now you are growing a person, no wonder you are tired.” When you started to protest by throwing the blankets off you, Curtis gave you a hard stare till you sunk back down, blinking back at him.

“You are being serious.”

“Aren't I always Y/N? Finish your nap.” He said curtly and went back to his sketch. The sun heated through the glass and the beams fell over you, lulling you back to sleep. When you woke up later, Curtis was gone. But his notepad was left, which when you got up, you leaned over it to see what he had been working on.

A sketch of you stretched out in bed, your hair falling around your sleeping face. You could tell he had been practicing his shading as he did it from several angles, and one where you had rolled to your hip, sure to focus on your hand pressing against the slight bump you had.

When he came back, Curtis would offer to take you around the train as long as you weren't tired. At first you declined, worried about further run-ins with people like Grey, New Years Eve not far from your mind. But the more times he offered and you grew restless, you took him up on the offer.

The greenhouse car was one you always looked forward to, the natural lighting in it for the vegetation soaking into your body, the air felt fresh from the plants and you would wander the aisles to attempt to learn from the greenhouse workers what they were growing. Curtis simply watched as you started to get braver, ask questions and help with the weeding, just wanting to feel the dirt.

One day you two were sitting under the trees, Curtis nodding off in the warmth, and you were reading a new book out loud to him when you eased the book shut.

“Curtis? I need some water.” You mentioned and his eyes snapped open, pulling himself up to sit. You would have just gone yourself to get it, but you knew he wouldn't allow that. So you stayed there while he pushed to a stand.

“How about a snack to? You haven't eaten much today and I saw them picking the cherry tomatoes when we first came in.” He inquired.

Giving a nod, he soon dipped out of the aisle to get what you asked for and you tilted your head back to relax against the tree trunk. But your peaceful moment was short lived. A shadow passed over you and a snickering voice taunted you to spring your eyes open and pull your legs back. “Well well well, Curtis left his little pet to wander around all alone?” Grey moved to a squat in front of you, a few of his friends crowding around behind him, all leering down at you while you tried to shrink away. Your tongue swelled up, unable to speak. When Grey reached a hand out to touch you, you pulled further away.

“Don’t.” You finally were able to say, causing him to jerk his head back and laugh deeply at your attempt to put space between you two.

“Oh you shouldn't be scared of me, I was your friend on New Years remember? Curtis is the one who beat you, not me.”

You folded your arms around your legs to hold yourself away from him, but Grey wasn't allowing you to shrink away too much, his hand moving to touch your knee, grinning at the way you jerked. “Don't touch me.”

Grey shuffled closer, the men behind him closing in further till the space of the greenhouse seemed to no longer exist.

“You're like a little unsoiled dove, so innocent in all this. I promise you though once I take you, you won't be able to play this act anymore.” Grey said coldly, his gaze glinting with promise as it raked over your face. He was close enough to feel his hot sour breath washing over your face.

The tension stretched between you two and you felt like you were going to snap when a low deep voice came from behind. “Step the fuck back from her.” The group parted enough to show Curtis striding closer the handful of cherry tomatoes in his palm crushed to drip the juices and seeds from between his fingers and the tin cup of water sloshing over the edge as he sped up, pushing past the others to grasp the back of Grey's collar and fling him back. Grey easily straightened, pulling an innocent look as Curtis moved to block you from them. You scrambled to get up, using the back of his shirt to pull yourself to a stand and stay behind him. A barrier between you and Grey.

“I thought I told you not to go near her again?” Curtis’s rage was laced in his tone and Grey shrugged a bit.

“Just saying hello Curtis, I missed seeing your girl since the party.” You eased around Curtis a bit and Grey caught sight of you, aiming a wink towards you. “Till next time Y/N.”

You pressed in behind Curtis, your gaze looking down the aisle to see members of the greenhouse take interest. From afar it would appear to be just a passing of words, and the tremors going through Curtis told you how he was holding back from attacking Grey. If he did, it would all seem unprovoked, Curtis words and yours against Grey and his crowd. It wouldn't end good for Curtis.

Curtis watched long enough to make sure they were out of sight and turned swiftly towards you, wiping his hand against his jacket till the tomato residue was off his palms and touched your face afterwards, tilting you to look up at him. “He didn’t touch you did he?”

A firm shake no answered him and he offered the mug of water which you tilted back to calm your nerves and moisten your mouth. “No Curtis, not really.”

“Son of a bitch.” He clenched his hand at his side, looking over his shoulder again and you reached to press your hand to his chest, bringing his focus back on you.

“Let’s just leave here, please?” Last thing you wanted was Curtis’s anger to sit with him the rest of the day.

He took a deep breath to let it settle in his chest before turning to you blinking up at him and part of him softened. “Come on… Got somewhere else you might like to see.” Wrapping an arm around you, you followed along with him as you two made your way out of the gardens aisle. Your fingers played at his sleeve nervously as you glanced behind once more, but Grey was nowhere to be seen. The silver train door whooshed and crossed into another threshold. Once it closed behind you, you turned your focus to the area Curtis had taken you.

It was filled with wild greenery, and the echoes of songbird calls bounced off the towering glass of the train's ceiling. Your lips split into a grin when you stepped from Curtis hold, your gaze lifted to see brilliant colored birds darting around one another. “I remember coming through here when I was brought to the front, what is its purpose?”

“An aviary, the last birds on earth that we know of.” Curtis informed you, his head tilting back to look up in the treetops crowding against the glass of the train, straining for freedom that would forever be denied them from growing to their full size.

Curtis watched your child like wonder as birds filtered down to land on you, tiny trills and warbles inquiring as they inspected you. You stretched out your arms for other curious birds, hoping down to peck at your palm looking for food. You happened to giggle with the ticklish feeling and to Curtis it was far better then all the songbirds in the aviary.

You were such a light in Curtis’s life now. These kinds of moments where you seemed to forget that you were held against your will but found a reason to laugh, your eyes bright when they looked at him and you danced into a small circle, the birds lifting off of you in a flurry of cries and wings, so you could come back to him excitedly. Curtis couldn't believe that he once saw you as a job, something he had to tolerate.

Now he didn't want anyone else sharing his space with him.

“There were so many Curtis! I didn't know there could be that many on the train…” Your hands fluttered back and forth with your words, rambling about how much you loved the moment, thanking Curtis for bringing you when he cupped your face, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks and his eyes bright while looking at you. It paused you in surprise as his head lowered against yours and pressed his mouth against yours. This was a different kiss then any he's given you before.

But this was a gentleness that was asking permission, his hold cradling and gentled, slightly rough lips easily pressing against yours and the tip of his tongue just swiping as in a way of saying ‘Please?’

Your hands braced against his chest and slid around behind him, allowing him to swipe in and roll his tongue with yours, pulling you in closer to him till your body was flushed with his own, his hold sliding from your cheeks and sliding down your back. When the two of you parted, foreheads leading against one another, panting slightly.

That kiss simply took the air from your lungs and you could feel it meant something more this time.

More than being forced together or trying to comfort. This one had something behind it. Part of it scared you that maybe this man meant more to you then he had before.

Second Trimester

You sat on the edge of the bed, a hand braced against the curve of your stomach, waiting. Curtis was nearby, nose in a book but he noticed that you had moved up to sit. A curious glance looked over the spine of the book. “Whats going on?” He questioned as you sighed a bit, sliding your hand to another spot, scrunching your nose.

“He was just moving, I swear he was getting ready to kick.” you looked down at your now protruding belly, rolling your shirt up enough to slide your palm against it. “But feels like he has settled down.” Curtis chuckled softly and set the book aside on the table, moving to kneel on the floor before you and ease his hand around the sides, exploring for himself.

“That's because he's decided to treat his mama well.”

You snort a bit and roll your eyes. “More like he's saving it for tonight when I'm trying to sleep.”

Curtis smirked a bit, and rested his hands against your thighs, winking at you. “Well he does take after his dad.”

You shoved at his shoulder with a scoff, leaving Curtis laughing heartily while falling back to rest on his ankles looking up at you. Moments like these he seemed so boyish, his laugh was genuine and rare. But the longer you two lived together, the more you got to hear it. It was a pleasant sound, one that seemed to make you forget for a moment that you two were stuck together in a glorified prison. “We keep calling him he, do you think he is a he?”

Curtis shrugged a bit. “Honestly, boy or girl doesn't matter to me. But yea...I think it's a boy. Just feels right when I think of seeing him for the first time.” He admitted admiring the glimpse of skin showing where your shirt had ridden up.

It was also easier letting him see more of you. It probably helps that during your pregnancy, you had cravings. Serious cravings.

Which even now started to curl in your lower belly and clench your thighs slightly under his hands that still rested against them. He felt it and arched a curious brow as you shyly looked away as if distracted. But he knew, he shuffled in closer and slid his palms warmly back up to your belly. “You know you just have to ask.”

Caught. You knew you were caught and you shifted slightly, twisting your fingers together. “I don't wanna ask though. I mean it's not like your job to have to anymore.”

“Y/N- will you just lay back? You want it and I don't mind giving it.” He instructed, pressing you to lay back on the bed, leaving your legs dangling over the edge of the bed. His hands grasped in the band of your shorts and started to draw them down to leave your lower half naked and you folded your hands together to rest on your stomach, looking down your body to watch Curtis.

“You may not mind, but I still don't want you to feel like you gotta.” You rambled on as he brushed his chin against the top of your thighs to nudge them apart and drew one leg up over his shoulder, brushing a kiss to the inside of your knee. “Your damn kid is making me horny, but I have other ways to handle it whenever-”

Curtis rolled his eyes in amusement to your rambling. Honestly he would be happy taking care of you like this, seeing you pregnant was driving him crazy with want. Knowing he made you need him so much, be able to take care of you and see you satisfied in his bed. Right now nothing was better than seeing you post orgasm bliss. You were still going on above him, but he stopped listening, his goal now to make you forget about feeling guilty for wanting him. Flushing kisses up your thigh and he brought the other one over his shoulder, he heard his name while he dragged the tip of his nose through your curls and to your folds that were starting to glisten with arousal.

“Are you listening, Curtis?” you voiced above him and he snickered a bit while spreading your folds apart and lapping along your quivering cunt, hearing your question turn into a gentle moan.

“I was, but now I'm not Darling, because honestly eating you out is my main priority right now.” He lapped again, sucking on your outer folds and was rewarded with another gasp above him and your hand falling to his head, curling your fingers against his scalp.

“Do that again?” You breathed out and you felt his tongue curl through you once more, just making you pulse and arousal seep from you that he was quick to collect with a growl as he sucked on you. You let your eyes close and mind clear to just the sensations he was creating in you. His fingers massaged the tense muscles inside your thighs as he looped his arms over the top of your thighs and spread them just a bit wider, burying his face in between your legs. He found your clit and proceeded to tease it in just that way that had you arching your hips for him and whimpering into your shoulder till you couldn't keep quiet anymore.

“Oh god Curtis… Curtis…” You started chanting his name while he played with you, continued pressing his tongue in all those places that made your core clench and thighs quiver and strain in his hold trying to clasp around his ears.

“Just let it happen Y/N, why are you holding back?” He teased you, the graze of his cheeks scratching along the inside of your thighs that he released so they clasped around his head and your hands started to press his face into your center. He plunged his tongue into you, teasing your fluttering walls till they were driving you blissed out, rocking into his face till you finally did as he said, letting go and letting your orgasm wash over you till you were floating happily in pleasure, a sigh escaping you as your toes curled into his shoulders then they collapsed over his back, humming out your bliss.

Curtis rolled his shoulders to let your legs fall off, one last lap through your core and a kiss to the top of your mound before he sat back and massaged your thighs till the tension seeped through them. Planting his hands on the mattress to pull to a stand, looming over you as he pushed your shirt up to kiss the curve of your belly.

“Better?” He asked as he fell to the other side of the bed, his hand massaging your hip, the other hand running through his beard and you slid an eye open to see him watching you for an answer.

“Thank you, he's settled down.” Your hand slid over your curve and he mimicked your touch, feeling for himself.

“Perhaps he decided taking a nap was better than being aware of his parents intimate time.” He teased and you covered your face in embarrassment, sighing.

“You are terrible Curtis.”

He snorted with a grin while pushing up to a stand. “That I am. Alright, time for me to go to the gym. Do you need anything before I go Y/N?”

You shook your head while pushing up to a stand yourself and brushing past Curtis to reach into the little fridge to grab an apple. “Nah, I'm good. Afterwards do you think we could go walking somewhere? My back has been killing me and the baths are not helping so much anymore. Walking around seems to help though.”

He gathered what he needed while nodding. “Sure, we will do that when I get back.” Curtis promised before heading out, and you plopped down in the seat he occupied earlier, easing back a bit and picking up the book he had been engrossed with earlier, looking to see where he was. Taking bites of the apple, you suddenly felt the baby start to wriggle again, and this time he gave the kicks you were expecting earlier.

“Oh now you wanna be a wriggler. Apparently your father was wrong, you have been awake.” You chuckled a bit while settling back.

A whoosh of doors announced Wilford as he stepped into the enclosed space off the engine. Humming to himself as his eyes glanced over the screens to different sections of the train. Everyone was right where they needed to be, his eyes glinted gleefully appreciating the order of Snowpiercer. Everything so wonderfully balanced, just as it always has been. He was there god, giving them life. Each one he looked at was absolutely perfect, all constructed by him. Wilford viewed them as stories, each one he could maneuver in the way he wanted. Settling down in his seat, he twisted his chair towards his prize tv screen, the biggest and clearest one.

On the screen was a black and white version of Curtis’s room. So far Wilford had let you and Curtis have moments of domesticity. Let you two get comfortable, sure that your lives were going to continue being peaceful.

Wilford grinned coldly while leaning forward to trace a finger over your form sitting in the chair, singing to your belly.

“That's right Dear… you keep on taking care of my baby so sweetly. You will be the perfect mother to my son.”

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to make a house a home {agent whiskey}

summary: just a soft weekend away in kentucky w/ our fave cowboy {for @zazzysseoul - thank u so much for ur support and i hope you enjoy!}

warnings: i think one or two swear words? but nothing else!

enjoy,

- jazz

Jack Daniels was good at reading people.

It was part of his job. He had to be observant, had to have a working understanding of body language and non-verbal signals. He was especially diligent about it when it came to you; it wasn’t a purposeful thing, but rather an instinct to keep an eye on the person he loved most in the world. He could read you like a book and some days, it felt like he knew you better than you knew yourself, and maybe he did. There was really no telling with Jack. Every time you finally thought you had experienced every little quirk and trait he had to offer, he managed to pull something out the bag. Whether it was his ability to predict a bad mood before it happened or the way he remembered every tiny little detail of a conversation, he was constantly proving himself to be one hell of a partner.

It was no surprise; Jack thought you deserved the best and so, that’s what he tried to give you. He didn’t often let people into his life, especially not after so much loss, but from the moment you’d met, he knew he could trust you. He’d always been a brilliant judge of character and he’d been completely right about you. You’d turned his entire world upside down; taught him how to love again and reminded him that the things he’d lost could be found again, just with a little care and patience. The empty house he used to come to was filled with love and laughter and little marks of you and him; photos from your various trips, magnets on the fridge, that he brought home from all the countries his job took him to, the little notes you left on his nightstand when you had to slip out for work before he rose. The first time Jack had come through the front door and almost tripped over your shoes, he’d cried - not out of anger or shock, but at the realisation that he was no longer alone.

Jack had the innate desire to look after you. He knew you could handle yourself but that didn’t mean that you had to. You’d been there for him in every sense of the world, and he wanted to do the same, to make sure that you felt appreciated every second of every day. In his mind, if you ever questioned his love or loyalty, then he wasn’t doing his job right. That desire translated into little things, rather than grand displays of affection; he’d do your laundry when you worked late, sent you sweet texts through out the day and brought you flowers just because. It wasn’t uncommon to find that Jack had filled up your car with gas without asking, or to come home to your favourite take out.

His biggest way, however, was in how well he knew you. Every slight change in demeanour and every variation in the tone of your voice was caught by him; he knew when you were okay, and he knew when you weren’t. He could tell when you were half-way between, and he’d do his best to bring you back to the lighter side. You take comfort in the fact he always had your back, no ifs or buts.

When Jack woke up early one morning to find your side of the bed empty, he immediately knew that was something was up; the second his palm reached out for you, only to be met with a fistful of cold sheets, he knew. You never got out of bed early. There could have been an atomic war happening outside and you still would have refused to move, insisting on five more minutes before nuclear winter hit. The bathroom light was off and there wasn’t anything you could have found in the kitchen. After all, you’d only arrived at the ranch a few hours earlier. You were both tired from a few long weeks at work and escaping the suffocating fog of the city for the rolling hills and fresh air of Kentucky felt like heaven.

Jack sat up, pausing for a moment. There was a gentle creek coming from somewhere; it was steady and rhythmic, ringing from the porch. His shoulder slumped wit relief - you were outside on the porch swing. At 6AM on a cold, winter’s morning. The relief was shorting lived.

Pulling on his robe, Jack rubbed his eyes and headed out towards the porch. Sure enough, you were the first thing he saw, shoulders covered by the plaid shirt he’d worn the previous day and fluffy socks gently brushing against the floor with the movement of the swing. The light above you illuminated you in a soft smoulder, a golden glow cast over you, illuminating your tired eyes and disheveled hair. He would have lectured you about the cold, had you not had a knitted blanket around you.

‘Bit early for you, ain’t it?’ Jack leant against the door frame, gently smiling when your eyes met.

‘What’s early when you haven’t slept yet?’ You aimlessly joked.

Lifting up the blanket, you silently gestured for him to come and sit next to you. Jack obliged, dropping down beside you and winding a large arm around your shoulder. He pulled you into his chest, placing a kiss on your temple. His warm body was a welcome feeling against the cold of the January air.

‘What’s keeping you up?’ He softly coaxed.

‘I don’t know, to be honest.’ You replied. ‘It’s just been a long week.’

‘I get that.’ His voice was slightly murmured. He pulled you even closer, chin resting on your head. ‘But we’re here now, sugar. I think we both need the down time.’

‘Definitely.’ You said. ‘Plus, the view isn’t so bad.’

The ranch overlooked a large field filled with cows and horses; it stretched out for miles, fading away into the distance into a seemingly endless close. The edges of the green pasture were tinged with the pink of a tonic sun rise, pushing away the dark of the night sky. It wasn’t often that you got to watch the sun come up, and it felt a little refreshing to see a new day come. It was fresh; a clean slate, young and naive, but full of possibility. An ironic thought, given that you and Jack were probably going to lay on the sofa the whole day and order take out.

‘You’re right.’ He murmured from beside you.

‘Are you doing that thing where you look at me when I’m talking about a nice view?’ You peered up at him, thinning your eyes.

‘You said it was romantic!’

‘The first five times, Jack!’ You chuckled, leaning up to press a kiss to his jaw.

‘Nothing is sacred anymore.’

You settled back against his chest with a smile. ‘I like it here.’

‘Me too.’ He agreed. ‘It’s nice to get away from the Apple. Everything over there if faster than a knife fight in a damn phone booth.’

‘And it doesn’t smell of pizza and...pee.’

You loved New York dearly; it had been your home for many years, and it was also where you’d met Jack. But, whether it was your permanent home, you didn’t know. There were some days when it all got so much. The city never quietened down and you could never quite escape it, even in the comfort of your own apartment. Out here, you were worlds away from that. Crickets were gently purring in the distance, and the only other sound came from the rustling of the animals in the field across the road. It was peaceful. Serene.

‘What if we moved out here when I’m done at the Statesman?’ Jack posed, almost as though he were shy about broaching the subject. ‘We could get a couple horses. Maybe a dog. Heck, if you want a zoo, I’ll get you a zoo.’

‘I’d like that.’ You smiled. ‘I mean living here, not the zoo thing - but a dog and horses sounds nice.’

‘Then a dog and horses we shall get.’ He grinned. ‘Oh! I can teach you to ride.’

‘Or I could just watch you do it.’

‘There’s not a single person in this here town who can’t ride a horse.’ Jack said. ‘Unless a pony would be better.’

‘Why not both? We have enough room.’ You reminded him. ‘Maybe we can re-tile the kitchen too. It’s not that I don’t like the green, it’s just it’s...’

‘...dreadful?’

‘That’s a nice way of putting it.’

Because you didn’t live on the ranch full time, neither of you had put too much effort into making it homely. It was liveable, by all means, but the television in the living room dated back to the first Bush administration and the kitchen was a little too lime for your liking. The place had come furnished by the old owners, which had been a big selling point for Jack. He just wanted somewhere he could live whilst he was in Kentucky and this place had been practical. It wasn’t until you and your eye for interior design came along that he realised how retro it was.

‘There’s a hardware store down the road.’ Jack said. ‘We can get a couple hours sleep and head down there later to see what they got.’

‘Maybe we can find something less green.’

‘I sure fucking hope so.’

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The next morning, you and Jack bundled up into some warmer clothes and piled into the Bronco, heading for the store downtown. The actual city was miles out, but there lots of little local and independent places. There were little cafes and restaurants, as well as farmers’ markets and fresh produce. You had thought about living here permanently before, but you hadn’t verbalised it until Jack had suggested it first. Given everything that had happened in the past, you’d wanted to do things at his pace, but so far, you’d been perfectly in tune with one another. That was a testament to your relationship as a whole.

‘I just smiled at that woman and she smiled back.’ You muttered to Jack, peering up at the store as you headed through the parking lot.

‘And?’

‘I once smiled at a stranger on the Subway and they told me to piss off.’

Jack chuckled, reaching out to wind his arm around yours. He tangled your fingers together, pulling you flush against his side. It was easier to show physical displays of affection here too. He was always a little paranoid in the city, given how busy it was and how easy it would have been to for an enemy to hide. That was another thing Jack did without thinking; taking tiny little precautions to protect you. He couldn’t even begin to think about losing you. And the thought never popped up here. Never. Only in the city, where everything was loud and overwhelming.

The store itself was pretty big - it was good for you, but confusing for Jack. You had Pinterest boards with inspiration for all your hypothetical future houses, whilst Jack couldn’t the difference between ivory and sand. So, true to character, he let you tighten your grip on his arm and drag him towards the kitchen section, eyes wide like a kid in a candy store. You had a green blank canvas to go wild on, because probably would have agreed to anything. It wasn’t that he was a walk-over, or because he was lazy, he was just genuinely terrible at interior design. Introducing him to build mode on the Sims 4 had been traumatic enough.

You didn’t have to decide anything immediately - after all, he’d said he wanted to move out here after he was done at Statesman. That was just as likely weeks as it was years. He did complain about his job giving him a bad back but you also knew that he enjoyed it. It was all he’d known for such a long time, and he’d worked hard to get to the top. Unbeknownst to you, he’d drop it all in a second if you wanted to relocate now. Even if he had the best job in the world and all the money he could ever want, the only thing Jack really needed was you.

‘Where do we even start?’ He asked, brown eyes staring confusedly at some paint samples.

‘We start with the most important rooms - living room, kitchen, bedroom.’ You replied. ‘I’m thinking something midcentury for downstairs. What d’you think?’

‘Midwhatnow?’ His brows furrowed.

You laughed. ‘Midcentury. So think...Bauhaus. Mid 60s sort of thing.’

‘Right.’ Jack nodded, getting a clearer idea. ‘How about you just to point to things and I’ll either shake my head or nod?’

Yeah, that sounded like a better idea.

And so, you began your trek around the store. Your Pinterest boards came in handy, especially for the kitchen - even Jack was grateful for them, because it meant you moved a little quicker. He did die inside a little when you grabbed a huge trolley and began piling it up with kitchen tiles, counters and cabinet doors, and even more so when you casually asked ‘you’re good at DIY, right?’

He didn’t complain though, not once. The sight of you rushing around the store, face lighting up at lamp shades and paint samples, was one of the best things he’d ever seen. Not only because it was hilarious, but also because it was the first time you really planned for your future. There was sort of an unspoken agreement that this was it, and that you were both in it for the long run, but neither of you had made any verbal plans together. You’d moved in together back in the city, but that had happened naturally. You’d started staying over and over more and more to sleep in his fancy Statesman bed and use his heavenly marble bathtub, and you came over one weekend and just never left.

After a few hours, Jack finally had to put a stop to your antics.

‘Okay, darlin’, I think we’ve reached the threshold now.’ He called. ‘We don’t need a new lighting fixture for the downstairs bathroom.’

You huffed. ‘Placing it back on the shelf.’

‘Fine.’

‘We’re gonna have a hard time getting in this car as it is.’ He held his arm out to you, signalling for you to come back to him.

‘I’ll have to come back for the upstairs then.’ You muttered.

‘We’ve gone from painting the kitchen to gutting the whole damn ranch, baby.’ Jack replied. ‘We’re only here for two more days anyways.’

‘Damn. I forgot about that.’ Your eyes widened. ‘I guess we better start today, then.’

This was supposed to be a relaxing weekend.

Relaxing!

And yet somehow, Jack Daniels was stood in the middle of his now half-demolished kitchen, a sledge hammer in one hand and a glass of his namesake whiskey in the other. He couldn’t deny that it had been fun to rip out the cabinets and tear off the tiles. He’d despised the colour of the kitchen for so long that it felt good to finally get rid of them, even if it meant that the tedious process of putting on the new ones came immediately after. You’d gone for simple black and white ones, with some mosaic ones for a...what had you called it? A feature wall or something. Apparently it added character (something he took your word for).

‘So what’s the paint for?’ Jack frowned, taking a brush as you handed it to him.

‘For the living room.’ You grabbed him by the shirt, dragging him out the kitchen.

‘But the kitchen isn’t done-’

‘- I’m bored of the kitchen.’ You said. ‘You don’t mind, do you?’

‘Course not, angel.’ He pressed a kiss to your forehead.

After grappling with covering the furniture up, you and Jack began to paint. It wasn’t too hard of a process; he just sort of whacked it on, whilst you had a much more meticulous process. So what if he got a splash of grey on the light switch? Actually, on second second thought, he should probably wipe that off.

Besides, it only took him five minutes to get sidetracked. The sight of you stood across the room, his red and black plaid shirt hanging from your shoulders, face screwed up with concentration and paint on your nose, was a distraction in itself. It was the sort of moment he wanted to get on a Polaroid, but equally, one that he wanted to savour. He always entranced by you, but sometimes that amplified. You weren’t even doing anything special - just...existing. But that was enough to capture his attention in its entirety.

He didn’t tear his eyes away from you - not until something cold hit him in the face, and a splatter of grey paint nearly hit his eye. The noise of your laughter pulled him back to reality, practically losing it as you doubled over, holding onto the fire place for support. You were lucky that it was his favourite sound but heck, you coulda dumped the whole bucket of paint on him and he wouldn’t have flinched.

‘That was rude.’ Jack folded his arms across his chest. ‘I’m gonna get you for that.’

‘No, you won’t.’

You dropped your paintbrush, suddenly leaping over the couch and sprinting out into the hallway. Trying to outrun a highly-trained government agent (a fact you sometimes forgot) might have not been your brightest idea, but you still managed to breeze past him and skid into the kitchen, almost tripping over a strewn tile as you did.

Jack was hot on your heels, arms reaching out to grab as you circled back into the living room. He managed to snatch you by the waist, pulling you down onto the sheet-covered couch - he was nice enough to use his own body to break the landing at least. You landed on his chest with a thud, still in a fit of giggles as he grabbed your face and planted kisses all over it. His lips were soft and warm, tasting of whiskey when they finally met yours. You tangled your hand through his hair in an attempt to bring him close, as though it were even possible.

You broke the kiss, rolling off of Jack and onto the sofa next to him, nuzzling into his side. The paint you’d managed to get on him was on you now as well, smeared down the side of your face and a little onto his shirt that you were wearing. Not that it bothered him all that much, because the sight of you in any of his clothes was worth a little bit of paint. You had a sort of rotation, where you would steal various garments and wear them until they lost his smell, before dumping them in the laundry and swiping some more. They were always baggy, scented with his aftershave and the faint smell of the leather from his car. When he was away on missions, it was the nearest thing you could get to one of his warm hugs.

‘Darling, d’you think, just maybe, that we should just pay someone to do all this?’ Jack gently suggested. ‘I can have a guy from the agency come in and be done in like three days.’

‘Three days? For the whole house?’ You peered up at him with a frown.

‘Their speciality is rebuilding places after we accidentally blow them up so this will be like a walk in the park.’ He explained. ‘Although, the kitchen isn’t far off. the place is lookin’ as messy as the farmers’ market after sundown.’

‘And Champ won’t mind you abusing Statesman resources like that?’ You teased.

‘The man is so rich that he buys a new boat when the other gets wet.’ Jack reminded you. ‘He ain’t gonna notice.’

‘You have a point.’ You nodded.

‘Besides, they’re better at decorating-’

‘- interior design.’ You cut him off. ‘It’s a house, not a Christmas cookie.’

Jack dropped his head against yours, letting out a groan. ‘You know what I mean.’

‘I know.’ You leant up to press another soft kiss to his lips. ‘I love you.’

‘I love you too, angel.’

Even though it was still a little far off, the glimpse that this weekend had given you into your future meant everything to him. He’d brought the ranch as a place to crash on business stays, and now you were helping to turn it into a home. At one point, he hadn’t imagine having a life to look ahead to or a house to decorate or somebody to love. Even though they were small, everyday things, you’d brought so much into his life, and he was never going to let you forget it.

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