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imbored1201 · 4 months

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hiii!

could you write something where teen r lives w ona and is always attatched to her but then lucy moves in with her and now r is upset bc she has to actually use her own bed and ona ends up buying a new bed or something.

Ona’s Follower

Lucy x Ona x Teen Reader

Word Count: 2k

Yours and Ona's bond ran deep; the two of you had played in Manchester together. You were just 15 when you started playing with her; it was your first season coming from the academy, and she convinced you to move to Barcelona with her.

She always took care of you, and you practically followed her everywhere. She enjoyed the company though, teaching you everything, like how to cook her favorite Spanish dishes and even trying to teach you Spanish.

You feel the moment you really got attached to Ona was when she comforted you because of your frequent nightmares.

The two of you ended up being roommates when staying at a hotel with the United girls.

You had hoped you wouldn't get a nightmare. That didn't go your way, considering you had one.

You were woken up by Ona, who held you that night, and the next night, you had another one.

Back at the apartment, you continued to sleep in Ona's bed. You realized sleeping with Ona helped you a lot since you stopped having nightmares, and it turns out Ona hated being alone in a bed to the point she had a lot of stuffed animals on her bed while she slept so she didn't feel alone.

It was a huge win for both of you.

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You noticed something was going on between Ona and Lucy. Lucy was coming over every day now. You would always find them cuddling on the couch, and she would even pick you guys up to take you to training and games.

You liked Lucy; she was funny and always brought you candy, and you always destroyed her in FIFA, so it was fun.

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Then the next step happened. Lucy moved in. You were panicking, to you, that meant you and Ona couldn't sleep in the same bed anymore. That made you disappointed, even sadder, watching Lucy unpack all her things. The good thing about it was that you were able to see Nala every day now.

"Want to help me build this?" She was referring to a new dresser she had gotten. "Sorry, Luce, I need to go riding around." Lucy grinned, happy you were actually using the bike she had given you.

Ona was always complaining that you spent too much time in your room, so Lucy got you a bike, hoping it would motivate you to get out and go around the city.

That bike ride took a little bit longer than you intended. You did get caught up in your own head because, by the time you knew it, it was nighttime. Way past your cerfew.

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"Ona, calm down; she's fine; she probably just got caught up." Ona's eyes widened. "What if she got caught up doing something she isn't supposed to?" Lucy sighed, regretting her word choice.

"Ona, she's a good kid; she knows not to do anything bad. She'll be back soon; you're tired; come on." Lucy led her to bed. Ona continued to stare down at her phone, waiting for any little text from you.

She spent a couple of minutes lying down in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. "She has a key, Ona. Come on, you have to let the kid do her own thing at times. She'll be back soon; if it makes you feel better, I'll stay up and wait for her." Ona sighed and nodded.

By the time you got home, Lucy had already fallen asleep. She did wait an hour though; she was worried too, but once she finally received a 'I'm okay' text from you, that worry went away, and she fell asleep spooning Ona.

Once you finished your routine, you went to Ona's room. It was just a habit of yours at that point, and when you saw her and Lucy sleeping cuddled up in bed, something burned up inside you. Jealously and sadness. Tears started to build up in your eyes

You know it was probably childish, but it was just something you were used to. Ona had been your anchor; every time something went wrong, you went running to her. With Lucy there now, you felt like you couldn't do that anymore.

You gently closed the door and walked to your room. It was weird sleeping in your own bed for once. You hadn't done that in forever; you grabbed one of Ona's hoodies that you stole and laid down, using it as a pillow. You hoped you wouldn't have a nightmare and fell asleep.

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Lucy was the first to wake that morning; she hated to admit it, but she completely forgot she didn't see you come the front door; she got lost in admiring Ona's beauty to remember.

When Ona stirred, the first thing that came to her mind was you. She thought about last night and quickly sat up, not needing any time to fully wake up.

Lucy noticed Ona's panicked expression when she looked at her. "What?" She asked, getting up. "Where's Y/N?!" She was panicky, walking out of the room to search for you.

Lucy quickly got up and followed her as Ona checked the living room and kitchen. Lucy checked your room, and there you were. Using Ona's sweater as a pillow and holding onto a stuffed teddy bear, Lucy won you at the fair. She even won Ona one, then bragged about being too good at everything.

"Ona, she's in here," she quietly said, gently closing your door. Ona was about to barge into your room, but Lucy gently grabbed her. "She's sleeping." Ona sighed in relief and went back to the kitchen to make apology pancakes for you.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Lucy put her hand on Ona's hips. "Fuck Lucy, we shouldn't have slept in the same bed. I'm sorry. Y/N, she always sleeps with me; the poor girl gets these bad nightmares, and they stopped when she started sleeping with me"

Lucy looked understanding and thought for a little bit. "You know, we need to get a bigger bed anyway; it would be beneficial for everyone and maybe even encourage a little more action," she smirked. Ona raised her eyebrows. "Lucy, we are not talking about sex while there is a child in the bedroom."

"Of course not; that's why we send her to Mapi and Ingrid's. What I'm trying to say is, let's get a bigger bed so she can sleep with us."

Ona's face lit up, and she immediately grabbed her car keys. "I'm going to look at bigger beds," she told Lucy, and left. Lucy quickly took over, smirking to herself for being a genius.

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That whole day, you only came out to eat the pancakes and for dinner. Lucy took control and barged into your room. You ended up crushing her in FIFA again.

It was now 10 p.m., and you were thirsty, your eyes hurt from playing video games all day, and you had done nothing productive all day. Mostly trying to get used to the fact that your room was actually going to be your room for once.

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"What's wrong?" Ona asked noticing your frown, you jumped, almost dropping your water. You weren't expecting Ona and Lucy to still be up at this time watching their romantic movies. "Nothing, just thirsty."

"Come watch the movie with us." Lucy made room between her and Ona. You shook your head, "I'm going to bed." Lucy didn't give up, though; she got up and threw you over her shoulders.

"Luce," you whined. She threw you on the couch, and Ona was quick to hug you, so you couldn't get up. You sighed, paying attention to the movie.

You were exhausted by the end of the movie, the comfort of Ona being next to you made it harder to keep your eyes open. You let your head fall against Lucy's shoulder.

"How about you two snuggle in tonight? I'll take the couch. Then we'll go get the thing tomorrow." Lucy winked at Ona at the last part. You were confused but too tired to argue. The bed was being delivered tomorrow morning; it was just up to Lucy to bring it in on her own and build it.

Ona led you to her room, where you collapsed on her bed. “Did you have any nightmares last night?” She asked as she got in beside you. You shook your head, rolling into her body and cuddling into her chest. She wanted to apologize for making you sleep in your own bed that night, but you had already fallen asleep.

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Once again, you woke up to no Ona. You huffed and got up, stealing a sweater that you were pretty sure was Lucy’s. “Ona?” You called out.

You heard the front door opening and someone grunting. Nala started barking at whatever it was, so you made your way to the noise, thinking it was Ona. You let out a sad sigh when you saw it was Lucy. You loved her, but all the woman made was eggs in the morning, and you wanted Ona’s special pancakes again.

"Where's Ona?" You asked Lucy, who was struggling to bring in a mattress. "Store," she spoke out of breath.

"What are you doing?" You asked. It was pretty obvious, but your brain was way too confused right now, and you had to ask questions. She let out some deep breaths before speaking. "Putting in the new mattress"

"Can I help?" She shrugged. "Sure, pull it," you grunted as you did what you were told. Ona wasn’t actually sure if the mattress would fit through the door; she just hoped it would. "Finally,” Lucy said, when the mattress finally got past the door.

You were Lucy’s helper, playing with the tools, giving her whatever she needed, completely forgetting about your hunger. She proudly patted your back when everything was finished.

"This calls for ice cream." She put a hand on your shoulder and led you out. You looked at her confused, but just went along with it. "I haven’t had breakfast," she shrugged. "It's fine.”

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"Kid, you know I'm not going to take Ona from you, right?" You paused from where you were eating your ice cream and nodded, but you weren't actually sure how you felt.

"Ona adores you; trust me, in a house fire, she would save you over me." You smiled at that. “But it’s fair; I would save Nala before the both of you."

"You promise you'll take care of her?" She nodded before adding, "I'm going to take care of both of you, I promise." She put out her pinky finger, which you took with yours.

"That's why we bought the new mattress; it's bigger so all three of us could fit on that bed," you had a confused look on your face again, "Won't you be uncomfortable?" Lucy shook her head and let out a little laugh.

“Of course not; at this point, you’re my stepkid, you’re my favorite stepkid, and Nala is my favorite kid." She smiled proudly at that, and you appreciated it in a way. "Thanks, Lucy; I guess I understand why Ona fell for you now." “I’m just charming, ain’t I?” "Nevermind"

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You still didn’t believe Lucy was actually comfortable with you being there, which is why you got ready to sleep in your own bed again. Lucy broke into your room once again, a rare stern look on her face.

“What are you doing?” Lucy asked, her arms crossed. “I don’t want to disturb.” Lucy once again threw you over her shoulder and carried you to the bed.

She set you down close to Ona who smiled at you.

“Sleep bebita,” Ona spoke, spooning you. Lucy got into bed, leaving you squished in between them. Lucy got closer to you, making you push her away. “You have all that space over there."

“Shut up and let me cuddle you." You rolled your eyes and squirmed away from her, but she felt you relaxing after a couple of seconds. Your eyes were closing, and in a couple of seconds, you were out.

“Thank you for making an effort with her, Lucia.” Lucy nodded as she stroked your hair.

“I’m just the stepdad that stepped up, ain’t I?” Lucy grinned, Ona rolled her eyes, holding you tighter. “Buenas noches Bronze”

#woso x reader #woso community #barcelona femeni #woso fanfics #lucy bronze #lucy bronze x reader #ona batlle #ona batlle x reader

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just-a-jock · 7 months

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Happy late Halloween. I hope you guys enjoy this Halloween special. Aaron miller is my favorite fitness influencer and always want to use him in story’s but always want to save him for something good. I ended up saying fuck it and writing the below. Let me know if you like it!

ROOMMATE CLONESTUME (Halloween Special)

You would think having a fitness influencer as a college roommate would be like winning the lottery. Being able to see pieces of eye candy almost every day, almost practically shirtless all the time, but it’s not all sunshine and rainbows. You see Aaron Miller was your typical douchebag straight jock bro behind the camera. Always calling me fag but always saying he’s just joking and I need to toughen up. Of course, you would never catch him like that on camera, always playing like the fun-loving jock goofball. Thankfully he’s leaving tonight to go to some stupid Halloween party at the frat house.

“Yo fag! How do I look” I hear his voice call from the living room

“Fucking hot right! All the chicks are gonna be all over me begging from some of this Miller cock” he said while smirking and flexing in front of the full-length mirror in the living room

“Yeah I’m sure they will Aaron” I reply while rolling my eyes and begging he would leave soon.

“You know some other frat across campus invited me to their Halloween but I already promised my bro I’m going to Alpha Omegas party. Feel free to accept my invite”

"I think I'm good, I got to finish my term paper but I guess thanks" I replied thinking it weird why he would think I would somehow fit in at a frat party

“Well, bro the invite is in my room and feel free to use last year's costume.. might be a bit big haha. Anyway gotta go before the good Pus gets taken” Aaron said taking one last pic for his IG story and heading out

“Thank god, I can finally work on my paper,” I said heading to my room. I walk by Aaron’s room and notice his door ever so slightly open. I ended up looking in and seeing a paper which I assumed was the invite lying on his messy bed next to what seemed to be the black Spiderman suit he wore last year for Halloween.

“Wow, did he really think I was gonna put that on” I say as I continue to walk further into the room the scent of stale gym clothes and musky axe cologne lingered in the air.

As I get closer to the bed I keep looking back and forth from the costume and the letter. I don’t know why but I ended up grabbing the costume something about it was calling me. The silky satin feeling of the spandex with the scent of stain sweat and beer, most likely from last year's party. “Maybe I should try it on” I whisper under my breath.

I start to undress myself in Aaron’s room until I’m standing in just my briefs. I look around feeling kinda risqué in his room half naked, but something felt right about putting this one. I slowly start to unzip the costume looking into the dark interior. As I started to put on the costume I could immediately tell it was quite a few sizes too big and especially since Aaron had worn it previously certain areas were stretched out more than usual. I slowly start to pull the costume up my body as I get halfway to putting it on something feels wrong

“No no why am I doing this I need to work on my paper” I say snapping out of the hazy confusion but as soon as I try to take off the suit I knew something was wrong

“What the fuck” The rest of the suit starts to climb up my slim body and sticking to any skin it touches. I tried to remove it, but the suit just snapped back almost like a second skin. “STOP” I scream as it continues to travel upwards my body covering all the way up until it reaches my neck. I soon hear the noise of a zipper closing and a cold feeling riding up my back. I immediately reached backwards trying to catch the self-moving zipper before it closed all the way, but I was too late as soon as I grabbed the zipper head I felt it disappear from my hand as the suit started to close up leaving no seam behind.

“What the fuck is this, how does this happen” I continue trying to take off the suit but it just gets tighter and tighter until a moment where I lose control. “What..” my body starts to move slowly by itself it feels like I lost control of anything the suit has encompassed. I start to move towards Aaron’s nightstand, grab the remote to his TV and turn it on. I was immediately blasted with the audio and imagined Aaron almost like he was starting off one of his annoying Instagram videos.

“What is going on PEEEOPLES! Or should I say fag” he said chuckling to himself at the uncreative nickname he has bestowed upon me.

“WHAT THE FUCK AARON WHAT IS THIS” I scream at the tv as my body stands still disobeying my mind.

“ you’re probably going “what the fuck Aaron?” or some shit like that but no bother bro, this is all recorded. No one to help you now haha. You see I was tired of having some fuck ass roommate that I couldn’t share anything with so I looked online and found this powder with some special powers. I sprinkled it on my old costume and all I had to do was wait for the next person to wear it. I knew you would be tempted. I mean who couldn’t” he says as he flexes his bicep.

“So anyways, I got invited to this banger party and said yes but some other frat also invited me to theirs and like fuck I couldn’t be in two places at once. So I thought and figure maybe you’ll like to go but couldn’t have some loser gay fag representing me so I decided you needed a small makeover. That special powder is gonna make you into me and you won’t even remember ever being your faggy little self. So hope you enjoy the party bro and remember the party is not complete till a girl gets bred.” And with that the TV shut off but before I could react something went over my head shutting my eyes

“Fuck fuck get this off of me” I say noticing that it was a mask probably to complete the stupid Spider-Man costume.

Soon the changes started to happen I felt the suit tighten but at the same time expand. It first started with my feet growing to a large size 14. The changes travelled upwards as my calfs and thighs started to expand giving me tree trunks for legs. I knew I wouldn’t be able to fit in any of my pants anymore. Soon I felt a pain in my stomach like I was kicked by a boxer

“UGH FUCK” I say as I fall on my knees. While I couldn’t see anything under the suit I knew abs started to form one by one leaving an impressive six-pack behind. As I looked down I started to see my chest push out. Creating a shelf right under my head. Two massive pecs now jutted out of my body and now I had to make an effort if I wanted to see any part of my body below my pecs.

The change travelled outwards as the suit forced me to do a double bicep pose typical of what I see Aaron do when he’s back from the gym. Soon my biceps and triceps started to expand like crazy. My muscles became sore as they grew to match his arms exactly.

Lastly, the feeling travelled up to my face and I felt the muscles crack inside my skull and the fat draining from my cheeks. I was screaming in agony until the pain suddenly left.

My body Finally fell down to the ground like a puppet dropped by its owner. I slowly get up and start to remove the mask and notice the zipper has reappeared. I zip the costume just until it hits my waist. My body was sweating from the changes and I needed to know what happened.

I knew Aaron had a mirror in his closet and ran to the door to open it. Nothing could have prepared me for what I was seeing…

An exact copy of him was standing right in the mirror.

“No no, this can’t be… I can’t be him” I say panicking not recognizing my own body in front of me. I tried to figure out what I could do to change back and started to run to my room, but as soon as I reached the door to exit, I came to a sudden halt.

I looked down which was difficult trying to see over these massive pecs and realised I still had the costume on. My eyes widened as my legs started to walk me back to his desk and force me to sit down. I tried to fight back but to no use. I was losing control… soon my arm started to move toward the computer and turning it on

“No wait, stop please” I scream at my unresponsive body but it continued to move on its own.

As the computer turns on a pre-loaded video comes along with it...

YOU ARE AARON MILLER

“NO NO STOP” I scream realizing it was hypnosis

Clips of Aaron flexing and pictures of his body invade the screen between phrases.

YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN AARON

FLEX

JOCK

MUSCLE

My eyes started to become glued to the screen against my will. I tried to resist but I couldn’t. Soon I noticed my arms moving again. They move downwards and started to push the costume lower until *pop* my cock bounces out.

“No… please let me go,” I say as the arm reaches for my dick and starts to jack it off slowly at first.

JOCK

BRO

Soon the images changed. More of Aaron joking around with his friends, drinking, partying and working out. Videos of him fucking and breeding girls always started to appear. I knew some of them from school

BRO

DUDE

BREED

Soon the jacking off started to pick up speed as more and more of the hypnosis and reprogramming started to settle in. My brain was trying to fight a losing battle. I was able to gain a small amount of control to see my cock as I noticed it starting to expand. Slowly it lengthened from its original 5 inches hard …. 6…7….8 until I reached a mighty 9 inches. My hand started to lose grip as the girth also started to grow almost not allowing me to fully encompass the cock with one hand. Next, I felt my balls change they started to lower until they fell into a pouch inside the costume that no doubt used to be where the original Aaron had his. They grew larger as my moans started to overshadow the video. I felt a kick in the balls as I knew my old cum was being eaten by the new alpha cum Aaron produces

“Pls… uhhh… stop this” I say with the last residuals of will I had as my arm continued jacking my new cock until it reached near orgasm

“No….”

BREED

“Pls…”

JOCK

“I don’t”

YOU ARE

“Want thi….”

AARON MILLER

“FUUUUUUUCK”

I cum all over my body and my room as I snap out of the horny daze

“Fuck that was good. Now gotta get to that fucking party before someone takes all the good puss”

I get up from the desk and shuffle over to my closet to grab a used cum towel and wipe myself off.

I grab the costume from my waist and pull it all the way up zipping the costume as well. I smirk in the mirror knowing all the chicks are gonna want some of this Miller cock.

The original Aaron’s plan worked perfectly. He now had a complete copy of himself running around breeding and partying. He finally had someone he could share everything with, himself! Of course, people asked questions but he just said it was his twin brother.

#jock #muscle #biceps #hunk #jock tf #nerdtojock #pecs #jock strap #gay to straight

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ezshellshocked · 28 days

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⚡︎ ┊ TMNT : Finalized designs & Headcannons.

⚡︎ ┊ Finished my official designs, now I can make comics and such without them looking different every time. !! HEADCANNONS BELOW IMAGE, FOR ANYONE INTERESTED.

⚡︎ ┊ HEADCANNONS.

Leonardo

Cannot be sneaked up on (Will catch whoever tries)

Lots of night terrors

Light sleeper

Loves bubblegum

Superiority complex

Talks to himself out loud

Really good at lying (Best liar in the family)

Always smells good

Very overprotective (especially over Mikey bc he's the youngest)

Annoying older brother vibes

Argues with Raph the most

Sleeps with one eye open (literally)

Allergic to dogs

Only turtle who CAN cook

Can't watch horror films (they freak him out)

"IDC" Thinks about it for hours

"I'm not scared!" Freaks out

Hates bugs

Raphael

LOVES Halloween. (Has decorations all over his room)

Heavy sleeper

Snores but says he doesn't

Mr.Sarcastic

Picks on Don the most

Swears in nearly every sentence

Metalhead

Bedroom? No, Mancave. (Barely leaves his room)

Talented artist

Plays the bass guitar

JUGALLO RAPH REAL!!

Hates everything and everyone.

Edgy middle child attitude

"IDGAF!!" Starts crying

Likes Mikey more bc he can playfight rough with him.

True crime >>>

Horror movies >>>

Works out to calm himself down

Only shows his "cool" art to his brothers, keeps everything else hidden

Always looks angry no matter what

Can't control his tone of voice (Speaks really loudly, and aggressively)

Hates being told what to do

Deathly terrified of roaches

Missing a tooth (From a fight with leo)

Donatello

Very very VERY tired

Mr.Fix-it

Germaphobe

Neat-freak

Really picky with food

Won't eat spaghetti or most noodles bc it reminds him of worms

Hates wearing most clothes because they make him feel trapped

Gets hiccups when nervous

Doesn't drink coffee, though likes energy drinks

Must double check everything a billion times

Throws a fit when someone messes with his plans, or things

Swears as much as Raph

RARELY in his room, mostly in his lab.

Hates the smell of dust, sage, and greasy food

Likes collecting pens

MOOD SWING KING!!

Paranoid all the time

Insomniac

Almost always accidentally falls asleep in his lab.

Sticky notes, sticky notes, sticky notes

Can only draw mechs and vehicles, cant draw anything else

" We're poor as dirt " Has thousands of dollars hidden in his room.

Has to wear glasses but doesn't around his brothers (they pick on him :( )

Likes psychological horror better than visual horror.

Slouch king

yells a LOT

Listens to techno music when making inventions

#1 oingo boingo fan

Has slight bucked teeth

Speaks with a lisp

Michelangelo

Spoiled younger brother vibes

Loves video games

A LITERAL GOD AT DANCE DANCE REVOLUTION

Hates being left alone, or away from his brothers for long periods of time

ALWAYS asking Donatello for money (usually a yes)

LOVES candy (especially sour)

Borrows April's camcord to take stupid videos

Cracks every bone in his body when nervous

"The vibes are off right now…"

" Dudezz!! " " Chill out brozz " type of guy

Wears braces!

Always doing stupid shit

PRANK LORD

#ILOVEBEINGATURTLE!!!!

Sings in the shower

Puts on whole concerts for no reasons

Plays the drums

LOVES play fighting with Raph

Likes cooking, but cant do it good.

"CAN WE KEEP IT!!"

"I licked it, it's mine"

Steals from everyone, thinks its funny

Hides Donnie's tools for fun

Talks too fast

#digital art #artists on tumblr #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #tmnt redesign #tmnt design #tmnt headcanons #tmnt 2012 #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt michelangelo

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wannaseewhatshangin · 11 months

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Love theif<3

You and Dallas were currently roommates, or actually hallmates. You lived at Buck's so you could work, Dallas lived at Buck's because he wanted to sit on his lazy ass all the time.

"Shut that music up, Y/n!" Dallas yelled from his room.

"How about you shut up, Dickface!" You screamed back.

This was a daily thing, it was like Buck was taking care of two hot headed kids with anger issues.

He could be funny sometimes but he was just impossible to like. Ya'll have been fighting since y'all met, since y'all came together as a gang.

You knew the Curtis brothers because they lived next to you for your whole life, and then here comes Dallas trying to make you miserable.

Two-Bit, Soda and Steve said it's because he likes you, but you never believed that shit.

Dallas came in your room, and just stared at you.

"Can I fucking help you?" you asked, waiting for a stupid response.

And you were right about the stupid response because he knocked everything off of your dresser and onto the floor, laughed, and ran out also leaving the door open.

"Ughh!" you exclaimed before stomping over to Dalla's room.

You slammed open his bedroom door, making him jump a little.

"Hey, man. Easy on the door"

"Fuck you, Dally." You cursed.

"You wish." He said back, smirking.

God, that stupid smirk on his stupid face.

"Why do you do this to me? What did I do to make you fell like you have to fuck up everything?"

"Oh quit your bitchin- also that's mine." He said guesturing to the sweatshirt you were wearing.

He would be lying if he said he didn't think you look cute in his sweatshirt.

"So? you take my stuff." you said.

You picked up your lighter, which was sitting on his nightstand.

"My lighter." you said, holding it up in his face.

"It lights my cigarettes better than matches."

"My cigarettes that I just bought yesterday night. I know because I wrote My name on the inside."

"oh yeah, ay while your bickering can you hand me one?"

"My blanket." you said, snatching it off of him.

"It's soft!" he said, trying to get it back.

"Ugh! I'm gonna kill you" you said, jumping on top of him, starting to smack him on his arm.

He grabbed your hair, tugging hard at it.

"Ow you bitch! Let go of my hair!" You yelled before grabbing his hair, giving him the same pain.

"damn, I didn't know you were a freak like that." He smirked, half just tryna get a rise out of you, and the other half was actually impressed.

"Shut up, you are a freak just as much as I am. Now let go!"

You started to pull harder, taking both of y'all onto the floor, continuing the cat fight out into the hallway.

"You let go of my hair first and then I'll stop."

You paused for a second, thinking it over,

"You lyin?"

"Honest."

You slowly let go of his hair, before being tackled to the ground.

"You are a fake ass bitch!" You said, trying to get loose.

"Aww, you mad? Nah, you know you like playin around with me."

Before you could say something back, y'all were interrupted .

"What in the actual fuck is going on in here?" Buck's voice was heard, interrupting the fighting.

"Tell Dally to stop being a bitch! He keeps taking my stuff, coming into MY room and completely messing it up, it has been like this since we've met each other and I'm sick and tired of it!" You screamed.

You could see Buck's face, it looked like he was thinking.

"Yall follow me." He said plainly.

The two of you followed him, wondering where he was taking ya'll.

It was your room.

"Hey what are-" before you could finish, the door was shut.

"Hey! Let us out! I don't wanna be in here with him!"

"Well learn how to wanna be in there with him. Ya'll aren't coming out until y'all become besties." Buck said through the door, locking it.

You sighed, turning around, seeing Dallas laying on your bed, playing with your stuffed animal.

"Aww don't be mad Ms y/n." He said, making the stuffed animal look like it was talking to you.

you rolled your eyes, nudging him a little, telling him to scoot over.

You brought out some candy from your drawer and your remote, turning the TV on.

you threw a pack of candy at him.

"Shrimp dick." You said, your eyes still on the TV, finding a movie for y'all to watch.

"Biatch." He said, opening the candy and eating some, passing you some as well.

There was definitely some progress made, since y'all are sharing food and actually sitting down on your bed next to each other. And the insults decreased slightly.

))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

"I think he's the killer, what do you think?" You asked, taking some candy out of the bag.

"I agree, he's creepy as fuck. He looks like he about to jump through the screen and slice me."

He laughed, looking at you.

He kept his stare going for at least 10 seconds,

"What?" You asked, rubbing your face, thinking you had candy on you.

"You know I don't hate you right?" He asked, pulling the cover around him more.

You sat in silence before answering.

"Then why did you tease me, bully me and all that shit since we met." you questioned, taking some candy from the handful that you had.

"Because I like you" he mumbled, secretly hoping you didn't hear, even though he wanted you to know.

"You serious?" you asked, kinda scared he was just trying to fuck with you.

He laughed.

"Girl if I bully you for that long without giving up, I'm pretty fucking sure I'm serious. Is it bad that I like you?" He said, starting to get insecure.

You had a smile that could just make him cry and shook your head. before grabbing his hand.

He stared some more before leaning his head on your shoulder, pulling the cover over the two of you.

He just wanted to lay with you, maybe Buck should do this more often.

#dallas winston headcanons #dallas winston x reader #sodapop headcanons #johnny cade #johnny cade headcanons #johnny cade x reader #sodapop x reader #ponyboy curtis #ponyboy headcanons #ponyboy x reader

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fishech · 2 years

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𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒀𝒐𝒖: 𝑲𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑯𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍

𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐂𝐲𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝟏𝟎𝟎% 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬.

◈𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐢 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐦𝐦𝐚'𝐬/𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲◈

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on my birthday, Keith took me to a flower field, near his villa

(The sweet scent of flowers surrounds us, it's so beautiful and relaxing)

Emma: "Keith, thank you for bringing me here."

Keith: "You said you wanted to have a picnic here on your birthday. I'm happy to be able to fulfill your wishes"

Gently being pulled to sit on the blanket, while wearing a white flower lace dress, which was also a birthday present from Keith.

Keith: "I'm glad you like it"

Keith gently caresses my hair, which was slightly disturbed by the wind.

Keith: "Emma, I said it as soon as the clock hit 12, but I want to say it again, Happy birthday. I'm glad to celebrate the day you were born together like this."

Keith: "I hope I can make you smile a lot today"

Emma: "hehe, I have already smiled so much today"

Keith wore a gentle smile and opened the lunch box that he brought.

It was filled with hearty dishes, they were all made by Keith, a size that was enough to satisfy his needs.

Emma: "I love you……They all look so delicious! Just looking at this makes me hungry. Is the box over there a candy?"

Keith: "Yeah. But it wasn't me who made it, it was 'him'."

(Cupcake tart, baked goods - they look so good, maybe even better than the ones in the shops)

Keith: "Which one do you want to eat? I'll fix your plate"

Emma: "Thank you for pampering me"

Emma: "Salad, sandwiches, fries, pasta, and hamburgers, please."

Keith: "Eh, everything!? Don't force yourself to eat. Ah, It's not my birthday, but I feel so happy."

Contrary to his big body, he wears a shy smile and it is cute. Keith, as I requested, put all the dishes on the plate.

Emma: "It's delicious!"

every dish has such a gentle taste that it makes you never want to stop eating. Keith just stared at me without taking a single bite from his food

Keith: "You're so cute, Emma"

he muttered while relaxing his eyes happily

(I should feel embarrassed but...)

My heart started to beating hectically as if to tell me that I was happy.

After we finished eating, we took a walk in the flower garden while holding hands, and spent a relaxing time enjoying the sweets made by Keith and the ‘mean Keith’ ".

(It is a relief that my birthday is sunny.)

my stomach is filled while leaning on Keith's shoulder, reading a book together.

(Coming to the gardens, eating Keith's homemade food, and reading a book together..)

(The more I think about it, the happier I am)

(What makes me happy most of all was that I saw Keith smile a lot.)

Keith: "….....…."

(Keith?)

Keith suddenly looked up with a restless atmosphere. Even though I should be looking at a book, my gaze does not follow the letters at all.

Emma: "Keith, is something wrong?"

Keith: "Huh?"

Emma: "I thought you seemed nervous, Is something bothering you?"

Keith: "I was thinking about basking in the sun"

I could see his eyes swam slightly.

(Is he lying?)

Emma: "because it's sunny?"

Keith: "That's right because it's sunny."

I closed the book, and Keith touched my shoulder

Emma: "Hmm?"

Our lips met, the kiss that went on from one, to two kisses, then three times, our lips finally parted

Keith: "I also wanted to kiss you"

(I feel like this is not a lie)

The sudden appearance of a beast made my heart beat faster

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It was when the stars began to shine that I finally understood why Keith was fidgeting.

Keith, who was sitting by my side on the bed, turned his body towards me.

Keith: "I feel like I haven't celebrated enough"

Emma: "I think rather it has been too celebrated"

hearing my words, I felt a heat glow in the depths of his golden eyes

Keith: "There is no such thing, you only have your birthday once a year"

Keith: "I was able to grant your wish to go to the flower field, but.."

Keith: "I started to think that I could have prepared other places and presents that would please you…Sorry, for suddenly saying something like this"

(I didn't know you were thinking about it this so much)

Keith values my birthday more than I do

Emma: "with your words, I feel like I've received another present"

Keith: "...No!"

(It's no good……)

At times like this, Keith is surprisingly stubborn.

Keith: "I want you to tell me if you want something from now on."

(What I want)

let me think about it....

I suddenly remembered what happened in the flower garden, and my mouth opened before I thought.

Emma: "I've always wanted to do something"

Keith: "If I can make it come true, I want to make it come true. Emma, I want you to tell me."

Emma: "I understand. Well then..."

Keith: "Huh? yes, what is it?"

Keith who braces himself gently, I endure the shame and touch his shoulder.

Keith: "....!"

Then, while kissing his lips, I hesitated and pressed his shoulder.

Even though it was a weak force, the large body falls to the bed without resistance.

After kissing, like the one we had in the flower garden, we parted our lips.

Keith: "……..."

Keith: "This is more of a present for me..why did you want to do this?"

Emma: "I wanted to do what made keith happy."

Keith, who had a surprised face, relaxed his face

Keith: "Emma I am so happy, you're adorable."

With that word, I understood that the wall that had blocked shame until now collapsed.

Emma: "I'm sorry, I got carried away because it is my birthday"

Emma: "Um I got enough presents-“

When I tried to pull away from Keith, I was grabbed by my waist.

(Ah….)

When I nervously lowered my gaze I am met with a different beast-like eye looking up at me

Keith: "If you're in the mood, let's have some fun"

Emma: "Hey, Keith, wait…!"

A big hand pulled my head down and entranced me with a deep kiss

It is completely different from the time of the flower garden, the intensity of this kiss, made the inside of my head feel mushy.

Keith: "I thought I'd be smart about today"

Keith: "but if you say "Please bully me", I have no choice but to come out."

Emma: "I never said anything like that!"

Keith: "It sounded like that to me"

Emma: "There is a limit to your perversions"

'Mean Keith' annoys me and makes my heart race

(I can't stay calm at all)

Emma: "But I'm glad to talk to you before the date changes."

Emma: "I'm sure you were watching, but the sweets, all of them were delicious and I ate them all. Thank you for your wonderful present, Keith"

I kissed him on the cheek as if to convey my gratitude.

In his gold-coloured eyes, the heat of innocent joy different from Keith's gentle ones emerged

Keith: "...I certainly understand why he thinks he's not celebrating enough."

Emma: "What?"

Keith: "Nothing"

Keith raised his upper body and put me on his lap.

Keith: "since I came out, I have to say it properly"

Keith: "Emma, happy birthday, I will look forward to this day every year.”

Keith: ".…….."

Keith: "Thanks for liking me, someone who is quite troublesome"

Keith: "I'll be honest, only on your birthday?"

(....it's too much of a celebration.)

My chest hurts so much because the emotions that I feel are so big

When I hugged Keith strongly, a big hand stroked my back hesitently even that was like a present to me.

My birthday was a day when I felt nothing but happiness even though It was a long day.

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝟏𝟎𝟎% 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri jp #translation #ikepri keith #keith howell

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declinlalune · 11 months

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Bold Lies & Half Truths || Andy & Jazz

TIMING: current. LOCATION: the common. PARTIES: @notpigmeat & @declinlalune SUMMARY: jazz is trying to impress his date. andy overhears and is both confused and concerned. CONTENT WARNINGS: guns (not used)

Andy stuck her phone in the front pocket of her flannel, deciding the 5% battery wasn’t worth wasting. It was harder to want to go home after Kaden’s tumble with the wolf, and though she had a variety of questions to ask him, she couldn’t bring herself to actually get them out. She wanted desperately to understand the guilt he could feel so that she could help him absolve it. But where would she start when she hadn’t even handled her own? Andy half-wondered, too, if Alex would blame herself for what happened to him. The thought made her sick.

But not as sick as the guy feeding information about a raccoon into his date’s ears. Something about sharp claws and venomous teeth? Had she heard that right? It was possible that this was something she didn’t know about, but from where she was sitting, she could tell there was nothing off about it. It was just a regular raccoon. Andy let him speak a moment longer before she pointed towards it. “So it’s really dangerous? How?” Maybe she’d let him fumble over his words so that the date could see what a giant jackass he was being. Maybe it was about impressing them, but even though Andy didn’t hunt and she hadn’t since she was young, there was something about lying about non-dangerous things being dangerous that made her frustrated. What if this person went around killing all the raccoons they could find from now on?

Jazz looked away from his date for a moment to the woman asking questions. "Perfect." He thought. "Yeah, so the scientific name of this little guy is 'Raccooness Ruderalis'. One of only 2 marsupials on the continent. They're known for their venomous bite and cantankerous demeanor." He said. Jazz knew he was full of shit but they didn't. All he knew was that his date liked wildlife and funky creatures. Simple stuff to make up. After all, he was a scribe. Not that the title of scribe really meant anything, honestly. His date stepped closer to him. Obviously, intimidated by his words. Jazz grinned. "Don't worry, I'm an expert on these like this. You're safe." He winked at the frightened woman as she squeezed even closer to him. 'Yeah I'm busting some cheeks toniiiiight.' He thought to himself. And indeed, if things kept going as they were he'd definitely be getting some cheeks that night.

“Raccoo…” Andy didn’t bother finishing the name that he had made up. She had to admit, he was at least giving descriptors that could exist in a town like Wicked’s Rest. “How do you get rid of them?” She looked at the racoon that was minding its own business in the trash can with an arched brow. If it went up any further, it’d disappear into her hairline. The guy’s date, however, seemed fascinated by the information that he was providing. “An expert?” Andy leaned her weight onto one hip as she watched the racoon fumble around with a candy wrapper. She had half a mind to snatch it away. “Do you work in animal control or something?” She asked, trying to remember if Kaden had mentioned a co-worker giving falsified information away. “It does look really scary. What if it jumps out and bites us?”

"Silver bullet," Jazz answered quickly. He knew that question was coming sooner or later. "We don't wanna hurt the specimen tonight but yes, silver bullets would do the trick." His dates eyes sparkled as she listened intently. "But what if he jumps out at us?" She asked.

Jazz was less prepared for that question. But he's been pulling excuses out of his ass for years.

"Not to worry. I'll handle it." Jazz pulled a pistol from his back pocket. He twirled it around his finger trying to imitate a western movie he'd seen. He nearly dropped the gun. You'd think that anyone seeing this would think he's an idiot. But not his date.

"I'm a great shot. Everyone in the Scribe Society has to be." He explained pulling yet another assertion out of thin air. His date marveled at his claimed ability biting her lip slightly. Jazz noticed. He was pleased.

"And yes little lady, I'm an expert." He said through a grin at this random bystander. He winked and returned his pistol to his waistband.

"I suppose you could say I'm in a type of animal control. I'd explain what the Scribe Society is but you may not understand."

“A silver bullet?” Andy watched the man as he explained what they could do to get rid of the raccoon. And then he was pulling a gun out of his pocket? Why did he have a gun in his pocket?

It was highly unlikely, she realized, that this man was a part of the scribes at all. He was blatantly lying, and for what? To get laid? If it hadn’t been for the gun, then maybe Andy could have sat by quietly and listened to him spin lies, but she wasn’t sure she could stay quiet any longer.

She got up from the bench and approached him. “I didn’t know that they gave weapons to the scribes.” She had no idea if they did or not. Andy didn’t go to them, mostly because they worked with hunters, and the last thing she wanted was to be associated with any of the hunters (aside from Emilio and Kaden, apparently) in Wicked’s Rest.

“I know what a scribe is,” She said now, but not to him. Instead, it was directed towards his date. “What else do you know about the raccoo– whatever it was called.” She crossed her arms over her chest, gaze sweeping to the waistband where he kept his gun. Andy hoped that he at least knew how to properly care for it, above all else.

Jazz paused for a moment. His mind flashed to earlier that day. He was sitting at his desk organizing files about various fae and creatures. It was so quiet that you could hear the clock on the wall tick it's seconds away. He looked up at the other scribes. One was sleeping at their desk. Another was eating a sandwich they brought from home. He knew he couldn't tell his date that this was his day to day. Hell, he wasn't even supposed to talk about being a scribe in the first place. He gazed in the eyes of the woman that was interrupting his date.

"Weapons are standard issue, little lady. This one is my own though." He pulled his shirt to the side just a bit to reveal the gun.

To be honest he knew nothing about raccoons. He would have to pull something from the very crack of his ass if he was to continue the ruse.

"Raccoonus Ruderalis. Yes, a very common creature amongst these parts. They can take a man's arm off in one bite. And… umm, you see how they look like they have a mask on? It's actually a trick to make you think they're regular raccoons. Tricky little bastards…."

Complete nonsense. That's what was spilling from his mouth. He didn't care. He'd had a dry spell since he'd gotten to Wicked's Rest. He'd never been longer than a couple of days without the company of a woman when he was still a boxer. The lack of panties in his life was driving him mad.

".... And that's why they have thumbs." He finished.

Jazz was annoyed by the woman but he didn't show it. Though the bead of sweat on his forehead likely gave him away.

He flashed a view of the gun again and Andy felt her stomach twist. Even if scribes were allowed to have guns (which she still had no clue if true or not), she wasn’t sure that this guy was a true scribe. She stared at him, expression edging on incredulous now.

“Tricky little bastards,” She repeated, gaze flickering to the raccoon that was unfazed by the three humans’ presence. Andy fought every bone in her body that was telling her to call him out. Maybe he knew what he was doing with the gun, maybe he knew how to protect himself. In a town like Wicked’s Rest, there was no judging anyone for having a weapon for self defense. Hell, she had a knife in her bag.

But what if that silver bullet was turned on the wrong person? What if what he said he knew was bullshit and somebody paid the price?

“They have thumbs?” Andy hadn’t realized that raccoons had thumbs. That was new information at least. She looked to his date, who still seemed completely enamored with him. She couldn’t believe that somebody was buying this shit. “Do you know about their cousin?” She decided that instead of calling him out on the spot, she’d provide some bullshit of her own. Maybe it’d spin him in the hotseat and he’d give up and decide to never lie about this kind of thing again.

Andy thought for a moment before continuing, knowing she needed to be as convincing for his date to believe her, too. “Racinitis Raconulus. They spit poison from their mouths when they’re upset. I think you might be mistaking that one for the cousin species.” This felt oddly like the woman with the white hart. “And they also can take off somebody’s head completely clean off with the spikes on their tail.”

"'Racinitis Raconulus' was only recently discovered a few years ago. In fact I know the man that did…." At this point he was talking without thinking. Why was this chick pressing him so hard??? There was no Racinitis Raconulus. She knew and he did too. "I'm just trying to get some ass." He screamed in his head.

"As much as I'd love to keep this conversation going I'm sure you noticed in have a date." He said with a slight frown, that signaled for her to get going. "So, if you'll excuse is…"

“You know the man who discovered Racinitis Raconulus?” If she could just take the focus off the fact that he was carrying a weapon, maybe she could pull him to the side and ask him if he were really a part of the scribes. He was getting himself involved in a world that didn’t seem to suit him, what with the lies.

Maybe this was a tactic, she thought. But Andy wasn’t sure if the scribes would approve of that. She blinked at him as he tried to cut the conversation. Was there really much more she could do? She didn’t know him, and it was clear that he didn’t care about the misinformation he was spreading. “How can I reach you? In case I have more questions.” She didn’t want him to think she was trying to hit on him, and she didn’t want his date to misunderstand, so she quickly added, “my girlfriend and I really want to keep ourselves safe.” That was a bullshit lie. She didn’t have a girlfriend, but whatever.

Jazz was fed up at this point. His frown has turned into a scowl. This was the first date he's had since he's been in Wicked's Rest and tho whole thing was about to go belly up because of this random girl.

"How do you reach me? We're in Connecticut. Look for the one Black dude." Jazz said rudely yet sincerely. His date have him a playful elbow to the ribs as if to tell him to be nice. She smiled at the interrupter and excused herself to a nearby ladies room. Jazz took this opportunity to set things straight. He waited until she was out of earshot before starting.

"Yo what the hell?!?!? I'm tryin' to grease these here butt cheeks and you blowin' up the spot!" He said angrily. He had a habit of letting his southern accent come out when he was irritated or upset. His Texas drawl was on full display.

“This isn’t Connecticut, this is Maine.” Andy stared at him, watching as the woman he was with excused herself to the bathroom. At least now she could ask him what this was all about. While she didn’t exactly feel like outing her knowledge of the supernatural, it would be better to tell him she knew that he was lying then let him continue to do it, right?

But she hadn’t expected his frustration. “You’re– what?” Men really would say anything. Where was the respect? It was clear that this man had none. Either for her, or for the woman he was trying to take home. “You’re lying to her. I know you are. You’re a scribe? How? Where?” She stared at him. “Do you know how dangerous it is to tell somebody how to kill something like that? It’s just a raccoon! You seem charming, you can probably woo her in ways that won’t send her off gunning down every mammal she sees.”

"Connecticut, Maine. Who cares? We're in the middle of Crackerville. Aight?" He said condescendingly. Maybe he was being a bit harsh but, he had to get his rocks off and this chick was the only one standing in the way.

"No shit I'm lying. You think they give Scribes guns? Scribes are pacifists. I got recruited to be one but apparently their background check missed a few things." Why was he explaining? He didn't know honestly. Maybe if he came completely clean she'd back off.

"Look, this girl is a certified redneck. She loves hunting, guns, and guys who knows how to use them. I'd bet money she's been killing racoons a lot longer than I've known her." He said. Jazz rolled his eyes. He had been pretty damn ridiculous with the raccoon nonsense.

Jazz took a deep breath and exhaled sharply. "Thanks for calling me charming. My charm is a slow burn. I need her back at my house tonight. Not next week. Understand?"

He had a point. Andy sighed and pushed a few stray hairs out of her face. She didn’t want to tell anyone how to protect themselves, especially when her own methods might not exactly be normal.

But he admitted he was lying, and even though it was small, she felt a little bit victorious. Andy grimaced. “So you’re not actually going to do anything stupid?” Because if he wasn’t just making shit up or believed in the things he was making up, that meant he was aware, and that in itself could be better than the alternative. But that still begged the question of whether or not his date might take him seriously. She listened to him as he explained his date and the love for hunting racoons and her grimace deepened.

“Okay, whatever. Get laid, do whatever you want.” She noticed that his date was heading back towards them. Andy took a deep breath. She could flatline his chances right now, she realized. But there was a certain kind of humor in this, even if he did seem like a bit of a tool. “He just taught me so much,” she remarked, gesturing towards their shared interest. “I’ve got so much… knowledge.” The grimace morphed into a bright smile. “You’ve got yourself a lucky one. Now I know how to protect myself.” Besides, if she ever needed information, she had a way in.

"Always happy to educate, citizen." Jazz winked. He knew she understood. Everyone has been through a frustrating dry spell. Since she didn't call him out this particular dry spell was all but guaranteed to end in just a short time.

Jazz looked at his date who was beaming with happiness. He looked at the woman who had helped him seal the deal. "My name is Jazz, if you're ever in need feel free to contact the Scribe office." He said this only half genuinely. She may have helped him out but she was oh so close to sending him home alone.

“Oh, I will.” The woman seemed desperate to leave, too. Maybe he had a certain kind of charm that Andy was immune to. Or maybe she really was just as simple as he was. With a tight lipped smile, she brought her hand up to wave at him.

Hopefully he knew how to protect himself from the real dangers that Wicked’s Rest had to offer, and hopefully he knew when was the right time to pull a trigger. Not that she wanted him to at all, but the faux knowledge had her on edge. “Appreciate the knowledge, Jazz. Looking forward to picking your brain a little more later. Enjoy your night.”

It pained her to turn her back, but she could use this to her advantage one way or another.

"She was nice." Jazz's date said.

"Yeah she was. So… we headed back to my place?" Jazz asked.

"Actually, I'm on my cycle so I think I'm gonna head home…"

#para: bold lies & half truths #para: jazz #gun tw #wickedswriting

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nobully · 1 year

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w-wash/bandage?

nonverbal starters | wash wipe something off their forehead, cheek, so on; bandage patch them up when they get hurt.

"I said I'm fine."

"Uh-huh, try telling that to Zhilan when he sees your face."

That gives Break pause, enough that he almost touches himself before thinking better of it. "What's wrong with my face?"

"Maybe worry about your legs first—they're shaking pretty bad."

"You—!" Break lifts his cane to retaliate, but that turns out to be a bad idea when his knees give out beneath him. Luckily, Wang Yi's been expecting this from the start and catches him before he falls, swooping the irate man into his arms and up the steps to Townhouse 202 before the guy can protest.

"Hey so—ow, stop whacking me?" Wang Yi complains when he gets smacked multiple times with the tip of that cane. "Get your key and let us in."

"Put me down."

"You think I want to princess-carry you in public? Hurry up, I see someone coming down the street." With a grimace, Wang Yi shifts his weight in his arms. "Or else I'll actually drop you next."

It's uncertain whether he's fibbing, but Break does hear footsteps and decides the humiliation he knows is better than the embarrassment he doesn't. Keys are produced with alacrity before Wang Yi takes them (from cold, cold fingers), unlocks the door, and lets them both in.

Once inside, Wang Yi endures more thwacks to his head and shoulders as he calmly carries Break through the foyer and up the stairs to his bedroom. He sets him on the bed and backs off before the guy can jab him in the stomach next.

"You can drop the cane now, we're in your room."

"I can tell that myself, you fool."

"Yeah? You wanna keep playing know-it-all with grime on your face?" Wang Yi's voice fades slightly as he steps away, and Break almost believes he's going to leave. But of course he doesn't. Instead he hears the sound of a faucet running—is Wang Yi washing his hands?—before the guy comes back a few minutes later to pick up where his taunts had left off. "Makes you look like a self-entitled three-year-old, you know that?"

He closes in and Break gets defensive again, stabbing out but missing him this time. "What grime—"

"Right here," a voice mutters far too close as a warm cloth wipes at his cheek—and Break realizes now, the water running was for him. He tries to jerk away, but Wang Yi's somehow got him by the shoulder and his cane—where is his cane, he had it a second ago—

"Your cane is on the floor, leaning by the bed," Wang Yi says next as he moves to clean a different spot. "I've already got one bruise to explain away, I'd appreciate not getting any more—"

Break kicks him in the shin.

"Dammit, Xerxes—" Wang Yi staggers forwards, just close enough to grab Break's arm and squeeze.

Xerxes Break pales with a muttered oath.

—

"You're such a brat, you know that?"

"You keep accusing me of being a freak, but did you forget types like yours are the kind I like to pick on most?"

Hands work quickly to wrap bandages around Break's injured arm, the sleeve pushed up and out of the way. The limb's owner has settled for lying dramatically on the bed, hand flung over his eyes as he grimaces through it all.

"So you're saying you're getting a kick out of this?" Break mutters back just as Wang Yi pulls hard enough to make him hiss. "By the abyss, your bedside manner is atrocious."

"If I was any nicer to you, you'd just make it a point to use it against me," Wang Yi retorts before finishing things up. "What were you doing fighting a bunch of teenagers over candy anyways?"

The body beneath him stills as Break holds his breath. The next second a colder voice issues from its body. "You were watching?"

"Who else do you think called the cops?" Wang Yi mutters. "You don't have to settle your grudges in private all the time, you know."

"I don't recall asking you how to live my life."

"You live yours, I live mine. I didn't interfere in the actual fight, did I? Look how well that turned out for you." He gives the arm in his hands a small shake. "You're lucky they didn't slash an artery."

"Are you lecturing me right now?"

"Nah, I'll let Zhilan handle that," Wang Yi replies, then adds before Break can protest, "and if you don't want to give him a heart attack, you'll let me fix you up so you look less awful when you see him."

"Is this why you followed me home?" Break shifts enough to turn his head in the direction of Wang Yi's voice. "I noticed you around the first block, you know. Thought I'd wait to find out what you were up to, until you came and met me in front of my house."

"Yeah well, you were starting to look pretty strained by the end so I figured I'd better catch up."

"If you hadn't stalked me in the first place, I wouldn't have wasted so much energy on keeping up appearances?"

"If you hadn't gotten hurt in a stupid spat with some brats, would I have needed to tail you at all?"

"They weren't brats, they were hooligans. Trying to steal from a defenseless blind man—"

"Not so defenseless when you brained the leader on the head, were you?"

"Exactly. Which proves my point—I didn't need your help. I was handling them just fine. Now you've gone and shoved your way in, as you always do, when nobody's ever asked—"

"Too bad, what you need and what I want are two different things. Eat up," Wang Yi adds, and stuffs a lollipop between Break's lips the next time he opens his mouth.

He doesn't exactly spit it out, but grabs the stick with his other hand to give Wang Yi a scowl. "This isn't strawberry."

"Yeah well, you weren't exactly on your best behavior." Wang Yi pats the bandaged arm. "I'm done, by the way."

Already? Break tries flexing his arm and realizes Wang Yi's telling the truth. The bandaging job...also isn't half bad.

"Feels all right?" Wang Yi prods. "I'm going by how I do Nicolette's, but you're not as muscular as she is so—hey!" He catches the foot aimed at his chin by the ankle. "Don't make me take your candy away."

"Stop treating me like a child."

A snort. "Like hell you're that cute." You're more like a ornery old man...

Break opens his mouth to spew more abuse when both of them hear the key turn in the door downstairs. The next moment a woman's giggle floats into the house, followed by a male's soft tones as he says something in response.

"It's Zhilan." "Nicolette?" Both of them blurt out at the same time.

"Shit." Wang Yi drops Break's leg and grabs the discarded face towel on the side. "I still have to finish cleaning your face."

"Give me that," Break snatches it from his hands. "I need a new shirt—the blood on the sleeve—"

"Right, do I just grab one from the closet?"

"Yes, hurry up!"

By the time Zhilan and Nicolette set down their shared shopping bags and make their way up to the second floor, Wang Yi is casually closing the door of Break's bedroom and turning to face them both.

"Hey," he waves. "The guy inside's changing, so he kicked me out."

"Oh, Wang Yi!" Zhilan brightened in pleasant surprise. "I didn't know you were dropping by."

"Yeah well, I ran into Xerxes on his walk and we decided to come back together," Wang Yi shrugs before looking over to give the dubious Nicolette a less-than-obvious look. She arches a brow at him, but gets the hint and keeps silent. "He should be done soon, though."

"Why is he changing?" Zhilan wondered.

"His clothes got dusty," Wang Yi cleared his throat.

"Oh, then I wonder if he needs help with the laundry—"

"Nah, there's not enough to make a load yet," Wang Yi butts in. He'd help Break throw his bloody top into the hamper and ran out as fast as he could. "Where'd you guys come from?"

"Grocery shopping," Nicolette pipes in next. "Oh, Lanlan was just saying how nice it'd be to make dinner for his boyfriend, so we brought all the ingredients here. He keeps saying how he needs to eat more!"

"But I was just telling her that you can cook too," Zhilan added shyly with a blush, "although I don't think Xerxes can take spicy foods..."

"I don't think he'll like anything I make, to be honest," Wang Yi says wryly.

"Then you can make something for Nicolette!" Zhilan encourages. "Since we're all here, I was thinking—why don't we have dinner together?"

"Oh, uh..." Wang Yi hesitates, and Zhilan's smile starts to flicker.

"That is, if you're not busy..."

"No, no of course I'm not!" Wang Yi amends hastily, "I'm just—I was surprised, that's all. Thanks for having me?"

Zhilan brightens all over again. "That's good. They say it's easier to eat with a group, so I was thinking...that might encourage Xerxes as well..."

—

One hour later, Xerxes Break and Wang Yi are sitting side-by-side at the same dinner table next to their collective boyfriend/girlfriend and trading barbed whispers between the conversations.

"I'll have you know," Break mutters first, "that I expect you to stay back and help wash the dishes."

"Then you better clean your plate," Wang Yi mutters back, "or else you'll be wasting all of Zhilan's hard work cooking."

"You think I want to waste it? I can't physically keep things down."

Wang Yi glances at Break's plate, then back at him. "How much have you eaten so far?"

"I've tried some of everything he made, if that's of any concern to you."

Zhilan calls Xerxes next, so they break apart while he deals with that and Wang Yi feeds Nicolette some of his steamed fish.

"What are you two whispering about?" she murmurs at him between bites.

"He's trying to figure out how to make his boyfriend happy."

"Oh? And he's asking you for tips?"

"Well if you think about it, I'm experienced with both sexes..."

Nicolette smacks him lightly on the cheek. "What did I tell you about bringing up Eiden in our conversations?"

"I didn't even mention him by name?"

"You think I need his name to recognize that whor—" And her lips are sealed when Wang Yi feeds her another bite of fish.

"If you like this, I'll make it for you next time?"

"Mmm...fine," she huffs. "Okay, they're done talking, should I grab Zhilan now?"

"Please."

She gives him a "You owe me" look before tugging on Zhilan's sleeve. "Lanlan! What was that vegetable you were telling me about?"

"Oh! The Jueyun chilis?"

"Yes, that one!"

"Well, you see..."

Wang Yi turns back and nudges Break with his elbow. "Why don't you just tell him you can't finish everything?"

"And disappoint him some more?"

"You could blame it on your arm."

"Since when does an injured arm hurt one's appetite?" Break hissed.

"If you're a brat, then anything's possible."

He gets a scowl in return. "I've already brought up the bandages once before dinner, I don't need to do it again."

"Ok, then how the hell am I supposed to help you?"

"Eat it for me."

"What?"

"What 'what.' You've got a working stomach, it'll be nothing to you."

Wang Yi pauses to squint at Break's plate. "Ok, I can probably manage it but you need to distract Zhilan while I do."

"And Nicolette?"

"She's already got me covered," he says and adds, somewhat smugly, "she always does."

"Tch."

"What tch, you're lucky I didn't tell her how I got the bruise in the middle of my forehead?"

"Oh good, I was hoping that one would stick."

"Aren't you supposed to be more humble towards someone helping you out?"

"Again, I never asked for your help?" Break huffs. "You're offering."

"Yeah, me and my bleeding heart..." Wang Yi grumbles. "Right, whatever. Get moving, we don't have all night."

Break gives him a slow lingering look (or the equivalent of one, if he could see) and slowly but surely rises to his feet. Zhilan's the first to notice, of course, and stops expounding on the history of Liyuen cuisine to glance back.

"Xerxes?"

Break makes a beeline for his voice and rests his hand on Zhilan's shoulders. "Zhilan. I forgot to thank you for dinner."

And then he leans down to kiss him.

There's a clatter—Nicolette's dropped her fork. The next second she's suppressing a squeal and digging in her pockets for her phone to film the moment. Wang Yi stares at them before he remembers he's supposed to clearing Break's plate and starts shoveling food into his mouth. Zhilan makes a little noise like a squeak, but even that flutters away as Break deepens the kiss between them.

Afterwards, Wang Yi figures he did all that for nothing, because poor Zhilan's too flustered to even think straight afterwards and flees out of the dining room with Break calmly trailing after him.

Nicolette puts down her phone and gives him a grin. "Whatever you told him, it worked."

"Huh? Ohhhh...right, yeah." Wang Yi grabs a napkin and wipes his mouth. "Anyways, you still hungry?"

Nicolette narrows her eyes as she licks her lips. "It depends on what's for dinner."

"Wait, what—oi, Nicole—mmph!?"

(And so, the first group dinner was a resounding success.)

#schleckermaul #answered;#drabbles;#another week another AU *stares into the distance*#long post #so this sure derailed but...i'm deprived and making my own food nobody stop me

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Naïve: Red Flags

Summary: Bucky and his red flags are flying high for y/n to see but her being the naïve girl she is she just keeps ignoring them.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: Angst (get ready for a cringe-fest!)

Word Count: 2k

Note: Here is the second part of Naive!! I hope you all like it!! Reblogs are much appreciated!! Sorry for any grammar mistakes didn't have a chance to proofread! So if there are any mistakes please let me know.

The first part of Naïve can be found here 🚩.

"You hate parties," Bucky started stuffing his laptop in his bag. "So why the sudden change of heart?"

Y/n shrugged her shoulders, cleaning up the pile of study materials they had just finished up with. "Figured I'd try going to a party for a change, get a taste of what college parties are like, maybe we could go together or something."

Bucky stopped what he was doing, placing the thick physics textbook on the desk next to him. He sighs, turning to look at y/n. "Look, I think we should go separately for now." He pauses for a moment, cautiously making his way towards y/n. "I know it's almost been two weeks, but I still haven't told them about us yet." He reaches out to brush a strand of loose hair from Y/n face. "But I'm planning on telling them soon."

Y/n rolls her eyes, pushing his hand away from her face. She turns around and goes back to cleaning up. She didn't want to hear his excuses. She was tired of the whole situation and just wanted him to get it over with already. Slamming the last bit of things against the desk in her dorm, she turned to him. Her eyes narrowed in on him as she spoke, "I'm not going to keep sneaking around, Buck."

"I know."

"Well, if you know, then why keep dragging this whole thing on?" She asked, frowning.

"I don't know." He shrugged his shoulders with a frustrated groan.

"You're lying, Buck." Y/n rolls her eyes. "I know you, and there's a reason behind your madness."

Bucky grabs his bag and quickly stumps towards the door. "I'm not arguing with you, Y/n. So when you're not in such a bitchy mood, text me."

"Fuck you!" She yelled as he slammed the door.

Y/n hadn't spoken to Bucky all week. He had texted her a few times apologizing, but she didn't have the energy to forgive him at the moment. It was hard for her to keep strong and not let herself give in and forgive him thought. Especially when he started sending her cute little chocolates and roses, some of the gifts even included cute little handwritten notes.

"Dear Y/n,

I'm fucking sorry I was such a cunt to you. Please forgive me! It's been miserable not hearing your voice."

Her roommate, Wanda, who she told everything to kept her strong. Every time she would text or call him, Wanda would dive on top of her and take her phone from her.

"No Y/n if he were sorry, he would try harder than some stupid candy and notes."

"But-

"No buts! We are going to get all prettied up and go to this party tonight and show him what he is missing!" Wanda smiled, pulling Y/n onto her feet. "Now come on, girl, get off your lazy butt."

"I'm regretting coming here." Y/m mumbles, tripping over yet another party goer.

"Watch where you're going!" The buff, goofy-looking guy yelled at her over the loud music.

"Sorry, excuse me." She squicked, looking up at him. He rolled his eyes and moved past her.

Yep, this is why I dislike people so much. She thought, making her way after Wanda towards the table of drinks. "What would you like to drink, Y/n? They have a beer, tequila eh some rum, and coke."

"I'll take a coke."

"You sure you don't want to try something different?" Vision, Wanda's boyfriend, asked. "I'm good. I don't drink, but thanks." She takes the cake with a smile and walks over towards a corner waiting for them to grab their drinks.

"Dude Barnes knows how to pick'em." A male voice joked.

Y/n eyebrows knotted together as she scanned the room for the owner of the voice. She spots the two guys chatting not too far from her and listens in.

"Shit, did you see how she was dancing on him?" The other guy asked.

"Josh, you know I couldn't take my eyes off her. But damn Barnes got his hands on her tonight." The first guy sighs in disappointment. "But let's go grab a drink."

"What the fuck!?" Y/n chucks her cup into the trash bin.

Wouldn't he do this to her? No, he couldn't. He would never do that. Weaving through the mass of people, she searched the party for her so-called boyfriend. Maybe it wasn't him. Yeah, perhaps it was some other guy with the last name Barnes. Y/n stops and chuckles to herself.

"Look at yourself acting all crazy, and you don't even know if it's your Barnes." She mumbles, running a hand through her now slightly knotted hair. In need of some fresh air, she makes her way towards the house's back door. Stepping out into the calm, chilly winter air, she let out a sigh of relief. She noticed some very familiar faces at a small fire pit, Stepping further out. Bucky and his friends all sit together laughing and passing what Y/n amused was a joint. On Bucky's lap sat a beautiful woman. She had one of her arms wrapped loosely around the back of his neck, and she was lightly kissing his cheek. But what lit a flame in Y/n was when Bucky turned his head to place a sweet peck on the girl's lips. His friends whooped and whistled as he and the girl got into the kiss, and oh Y/n was livid.

Without a second thought, Y/n made her way over to the group. It might not have been her brightest idea, but she wasn't thinking straight at that moment. "So, this is the reason you keep our relationship a secret." Bucky jumps away from the girl pushing her from his lap. He knew that voice and who it belonged to. "I can't believe how foolish I have been!" She yelled, running a shaky hand through her hair.

"Wait, maybe this isn't the best place to.

"To wait, Bucky? Let all your friends know we've been dating for six months and that you have been a pussy about telling them."

"Come on, please let's go somewhere private. Let me explain." He begged. He stands up and walks towards Y/n, silently begging her to stop. He takes her hand and tries to lead her away from his friends. "Let go of me, Barnes." She growled, pulling her hand from his taking a giant step away from him. "Anything you have to say to me, you can say it in front of your friends." She says, gesturing towards the shocked faces of his friends.

"This has nothing to do with them." He deadpanned.

She rolled her eyes and turned towards his group of friends. "Your piece of a shit friend right here has been dating me for six months, and he is a total pussy about telling you all."

"And?" Sam rolled his eyes, getting up, "I think this is embarrassing for you. I mean, look at you, causing a scene because our friend here only wanted to fuck you and not be with you. I mean, back off my dude."

"Sam, that's not true-

"Yeah, Sarah, don't you think it looks a little disparate?" Steve asked with a teasing pout interpreting Bucky.

"Guys, pleas-

"Oh..." Y/n murmurs, looking down at her feet. "I should go." Quickly making a run for it, she rushed back towards the house.

"Wait, y/n!" Bucky rushed behind her, "They don't know what they are talking about; none of that is true. Please talk to me for a moment! Let me explain!"

"No, Buck, everything they are stating is true! You have kept our relationship a secret for six whole months! Then I catch you with some girl! Just leave me alone!" She bit back, trying to hold in the tears that burned at the back of her eyes.

Bucky reaches out to grab the girl, pulling her in. "Please don't go." He begged to hold her close. "I'll do better. I'll be better Y/n." He begged, kissing her forehead.

Sighing, Y/n peeled his arms from around her, stepping away from him. Avoiding his sad glaze, she spoke, "No, I can't do this with you anymore." Turning away from Bucky, Y/n makes her towards her friends. She was ready to go. She needed to get out of the stuffed house and away from all the peering eyes of the party-goers.

"Are you okay?" Wanda asked once she got a good look at Y/n's face.

"Can we please go?" Y/n voice cracked as her bottom lip began to tremble.

"Are you sure you'll be okay if I stay with Vis?" Wanda asked for the fifth time since they had got back to the dorm that night. "Of course, Wan, you made plans before my night went to shit. Now go enjoy yourself." Y/n forced a smile, pushing her friend out the door of their dorm and handing her a bag of clothing and overnight supplies. "Okay, but if you need me, just call me, okay?"

"I will. Now go!" She laughs, hugging her.

Closing the door, y/n let out a large sigh. Part of her wished her friend had stayed and comforted her, but the other part was glad she didn't because she didn't want Wanda to see her ugly cry over a piece of shit guy, which she was currently doing. Her cheeks were stained with black mascara, and her hair, oh god, her hair was a complete mess. Knotted and disheveled, she threw it up in a bun. "Get it together, Y/n," She whispered, cleaning her raw face off with a makeup wipe.

Her phone chimed, catching her attention, grabbing the phone off the desk beside her. She rolled her eyes at the name that came across her screen.

Bucky Barnes

I'm genuinely sorry about what happened tonight. Please call me. Let's talk this out.

12:45 AM

The guys shouldn't have got involved. They had no right to say any of those things to you.

12:48 AM

They were trying to be a good friend to me.

12:50 AM

Bucky Barnes is Calling......

12:51 AM

Please call me back.

12:55 AM

I care too much about you to lose you.

01:05 AM

Y/n

You've already lost me. So please do yourself a favor and lose my number in the process.

01:15 AM

To be continued!

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xxblackballoonxx · 2 years

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The Heart Underneath: Chapter 4

***This fic is being posted simultaneously on FanFiction.net and Ao3. I originally began it in 2016, and then life was life, and now I'm bringing it back because it deserves to be finished! I intended this story to be canon, but I cannot accept the events of the beginning of Season 4, so I'll write it with the ending that I intended.***

Chapter 3 Chapter 5

The Heart Underneath

Chapter 4: 10 and 11

Martha's tenth birthday fell during the annual gypsy festival that happened each year on the very edge of Birmingham, in a large, open field. Peggy deemed Martha and Ada old enough to attend that year, and the family wanted to make it a special celebration for Martha's birthday.

Peggy had made both girls new dresses adorned with bits of lace and ribbon from other sewing jobs. The two ran through the Shelby house, screaming with delight as they twirled around and watched the dress layers fly up around them. John worried one of them was going to fall down the stairs and sat halfway up the first flight, ready to block bodies if need be. He was soon entranced by the white whirl that was Martha, her blonde hair flying around her head. She looked down at him and smiled, her eyes piercing through the hair whipping across her forehead.

John had started to realize that he liked Martha far, far more than just a friend. He always knew what he felt for her was different than how he felt about Ada or the rest of his family, but he was getting older, and he'd come to the notion that maybe he liked Martha. Fancied her.

Late the next morning, Martha's birthday, the Shelbys headed out to the gypsy camp, in a borrowed wagon from Uncle Charlie. Tommy held the reins, with Arthur and Peggy next to him. John and the girls sat in the back, potato sacks protecting the white dresses from the dirt of the wagon. John put his hand in his pocket for the tenth time so far, checking to make sure Martha's gift was secure.

John, Martha, and Ada spent most of the afternoon wandering the camp in wonderment, eating strange foods and watching the gypsy children run around barefoot and playing games that seemed to be from a very different world. John leaned against the side of a wagon, chomping on candy, while he watched Martha and Ada from a distance. They were playing with some of the girls from the camp, and he found himself daydreaming again.

"What about the one in white?" John overheard a boy near him say, in Romani.

"Which one?" His friend replied.

"The blonde. She's pretty. We should go over and talk to her." The first boy said.

John began fuming. He knew the two boys had seen him with the girls earlier, and he realized they probably didn't know that he could speak Romani. He felt pure jealousy coursing through him and once again, he knew that when it came to Martha, he was in way deeper than he had thought. He stalked over to the girls quickly, cutting off the two boys who had been talking about Martha.

"Let's go find Mum, she did ask us to check in with her at some point." John said gruffly, grabbing both their hands and pulling them towards the last place he'd seen his mum.

"Is something wrong, Johnny?" Martha asked, and he loosened his grip a bit on both their hands, trying to calm down.

"Nothing, I just didn't like the way those two boys were looking at you both. Come on, nothing to worry about, let's have fun." John replied, and attempted to smile back at her.

The girls nodded and followed his lead, both knowing he probably was lying. But it was John, who had always looked out for them, and they both figured he had his reasons.

That evening, shortly after supper, Martha and John sat under a large tree, separated a little bit from the rest of the family. John wanted to give her the birthday gift in his pocket, and he felt overcome with shyness, which usually wasn't a problem for him. He had laid down a small blanket under the tree, so Martha wouldn't have to sit on the dirt, and they both sat next to each other for awhile, enjoying the setting sun and peaceful air.

"Happy Birthday, Mar." John said quietly, pulling the small package out of his pocket and handing it to her.

Her eyes lit up and he smiled at her reaction, waiting nervously as she opened it.

"Johnny, I love it!" She exclaimed, pulling out the bracelet he had made her with a piece of leather string and some beads he'd come across in an old trunk of his mother's.

"Its nothing fancy, but I thought you might like it." John replied humbly.

"I love it, really. Can you tie it on for me?" Martha said, holding out her wrist.

John tied the leather string around her small wrist, his fingers slightly trembling. It pleased him to see his handiwork on her arm and it pleased him immensely that she liked it. Once he was done, Martha threw her arms around his neck, and he hugged her back, tightly. Whatever happened in this life, he knew that if Martha was beside him, everything would be alright.

A few weeks later, John came down with a fever and was laid up in bed for nearly a week. Peggy spent day and night at his side, sending Tommy for whatever she needed. Ada and Martha had been banned from the room, in fear that they would get it as well.

After supper on the second night, Martha sat outside the doorway, listening to John mumble to himself in a daze. Peggy had fallen asleep in the chair next to the window, and Martha crept in. She stood close to the bed and looked down worriedly at John's face. He was pale and sweaty, his arm flung out from the blanket, and his eyes moving rapidly underneath the lids.

"Johnny?" She whispered, not wanting to wake Peggy and be scolded.

He said something she didn't understand and rolled towards her, his arm partially off the bed. She took his hand in hers, something she had taken for granted for six years, and was hit with the sudden fear that he wouldn't make it through the illness.

"Johnny, please get better. You can't leave me here without you. We're supposed to get married, everyone says it. I love you, Johnny. Stay, please stay." Martha pleaded with him quietly, her tears dripping down her face.

John squeezed her hand and said her name, before falling back into a quiet sleep. Martha stood there for what seemed like forever, watching his face relax. She heard a sound behind her and whipped her head towards the door, finding Tommy standing there.

"You're not supposed to be in here, little one." He said, holding out his hand to her.

She looked down at Johnny one more time, squeezed his hand, and let go, tucking his arm gently back under the blanket. Tommy took her hand and slowly closed the door, before leading her downstairs.

"He's gonna be alright, Martha. He's a strong one, and I know he won't leave you and Ada here to fend for yourselves." Tommy said, trying to lighten the situation a bit.

Martha burst into tears again and Tommy took her into his arms, sitting on a kitchen chair. He rocked her slowly back and forth as she cried and buried her head into his chest.

"I don't want him to die!" She wailed, and cried even harder.

"He's not going to die, love, I can promise you. He's quite sick, yes, but he's not going to die. Listen to me, Martha, he will never leave you. I swear it." Tommy said sternly, lifting Martha's head up so he could look in her eyes.

She finally nodded and Tommy held her until she fell asleep. Get better soon, Johnny Boy, he thought, Martha needs you, we all do.

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porcupine-girl · 2 years

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Congrats on one million! I'd love to see a scene from one of your CP docs from the non-narrators POV, like when Bitty sees jack for the first time in Here come the Dreams, etc.

Oh hey, this one is easy because I've actually got it lying around! Soon after I wrote that fic I needed to get a few of the scenes from Bitty's POV out of my system, but I never really finished it so it never made it to AO3. But here's what I've got!

Oh, gosh.

Eric tries not to stare. It's hard, though, because Jack Zimmermann is one of the most beautiful men he's ever seen. Jack Zimmermann has a jawline that could cut glass, cheekbones that could cut his jaw, and an ass that you could bounce his cheekbones off of. Jack Zimmermann has also just walked into his cafe.

He's not particularly starstruck; it's not the first time he's been this close to the man, although maybe the first time without two helmets blocking his view. Jack is an incredible hockey player, one of the best of their generation, no doubt—and Eric knows from experience that he's exhilarating to play against. Maybe the fact that he has played against Jack is why he doesn't react like he would if, say, Sidney Crosby walked in—it's a lot easier to see someone as a person and not a celebrity when you've actually done the thing they're famous for with them, before they were even famous for it (well, before he was as famous for it as he is now).

But he'd want to stare at Jack Zimmermann even if Jack were a schoolteacher or a scientist. Hell, he could be a garbage man and Eric would find it hard to look away.

Eric reminds himself that he'll get to look his fill when Jack gets to the front of the line and focuses on the customer standing in front of him.

"Dude," Lardo mutters as soon as Jack is out the door, "were you just flirting with Jack fucking Zimmermann?"

"Oh, hush." Eric gives her a friendly shove. "That was not flirting. That was just chirping. Y'know, you hear about how he's so awkward, but he recovered pretty quick."

"You do like a guy with a dry sense of humor," Lardo says with a smirk.

"Oh my goodness, Lardo! I do not flirt with every hot guy who comes into the shop! I'm sure he's straight anyhow."

"Yeah, straight or deep in the closet," Lardo agrees ruefully. "Either way, he's definitely enough eye candy to go around."

Eric definitely does not say how charming he finds Jack's accent, or how unprepared he was to see such icy blue eyes when they're not obscured by a hockey mask. Lardo has enough chirping material as it is.

—

Lardo mercifully waits until there are no customers in the shop to start in on him this time.

"So. Jack Zimmermann remembered you. That's interesting."

Eric rolls his eyes. "Not this again."

"Just sayin'," she says with a shrug and a smirk, "when he said that thing about Georgia not liking pride flags, his eyes didn't go to the rainbow flag. They flicked right up to that one there." She points to the blue, purple, and pink flag above her head. "Not many straight pro athletes would even know what that means."

"Larissa Duan, that evidence is so flimsy you couldn't wear it in public without being arrested for indecency. And anyhow, even if by some chance he were queer—closeted, remember? NHL? Like he'd risk any of that to flirt with some random baker."

She just shakes her head. "You don't see how he looks at you when you're not looking, Bits."

He pauses in his restocking of the scones to give her an incredulous look. "Excuse me?"

"I mean, he's not being lewd or anything, but… he looks. It's kinda sweet."

Eric is relieved when a customer comes in right then, so that he has an excuse to get out of this ridiculous conversation.

—

"I, um. I saw this and it, uh, made me think of you. I thought you'd like it."

It takes Eric a moment to realize what's happening—Jack is handing him a book. Jack… bought a book for him.

Oh dear lord, Jack Zimmermann bought him a book because he just happened to see it and it made him think about Eric.

He finally gets his brain into gear enough to take the book, thanking Jack as he does.

Once it's in his hands, he sees it's a cookbook. A baking cookbook, specifically. Does anything baking-related make Jack think of him? He stares down at it for a few seconds. It's old. Really old. He flips it open and sees the publication date—wow.

"Wow." He flips a few pages and glances through a recipe, then another. "Oh, gosh, look at this!" He pages through it a bit more. It's not just an old baking cookbook. It was written with wartime rationing in mind. It's directly related to conversations he and Jack have had. "Oh my goodness."

When he finally manages to look up, Jack is fidgeting a bit, a light blush on his cheeks—is he worried Eric won't like it? Well, Eric certainly can't let that stand.

"That's so sweet of you, Jack, thank you. I love it."

As soon as the words are out of his mouth, he's embarrassed. I love it came out breathier than he'd intended, and his mouth had been far too close to saying something similar but entirely different.

This is not going to help his crush on Jack at all.

—

There's actually someone I'm interested in. But my career is definitely in the way of pursuing that at the moment.

Oh no.

Eric clenches his jaw and squeezes his eyes shut. This is stupid; he asked Jack about his love life specifically so that Jack would tell him about women he's seeing. He asked for this, thinking maybe it would help him put a lid on this crush of his. He can't go getting jealous now that it's happening.

He can be a good, supportive friend.

- Oh! Really?  - Tell me about her. Gosh, when do you have time to meet someone, anyhow?

There's a long pause, and Eric can't help imagining the long, gushing text Jack is probably composing, all about how she's the most beautiful woman he's ever met, and funny, and smart. Good, supportive friend. Good, supportive friend. Good, supportive—

I don't even know if they'd be interested, even if my job weren't an issue.

Eric stares at his phone for a second, eyes wide and unblinking.

Then he throws his phone all the way to the other end of his bed.

That text could not have said what he thinks it said. It didn't. It couldn't.

He gingerly stretches out and picks the phone back up. He can barely make himself look; what if he really is just imagining things?

What if he's not?

When he manages to look, it's still there.

I don't even know if they'd be interested.

Eric goes back and reads over the last few sentences they've sent each other.

Why would Jack say that? Eric said her, there's just no way that Jack would casually change the pronoun without thinking about the implications. Nobody uses they to refer to a specific person unless a) that person uses that pronoun themselves, b) the speaker doesn't know the person's gender or pronouns or c) the speaker is trying to hide the person's gender—and when the person they're speaking to has just referred to the same person using the pronouns for one gender, it's not really hiding at all. It's being coy. It's plausible deniability.

It's possible, of course, that Jack is interested in someone who uses they as a pronoun, or who is androgynous enough that he's not sure what pronouns they use. An NHL star being interested in someone who's nonbinary would be nearly as big a news story as his being interested in a man, so if that's the case, he's trusting Eric with a pretty big secret. Eric would think he'd be a little clearer about it if that were the case. You don't just go tossing that kind of thing into a conversation.

Which leaves intentional coyness.

#pg writes #omgcp #zimbits #million word promptapalooza

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Luke Randolph

獣を狂ゎす愛の蜜

The honey (nectar) of love that drives the beast crazy.

Part 1/1.

One morning, with light streaming in through the window---.

I was in front of the mirror, doing my hair.

My eye fell on a beautifully carved vial.

It caught my attention.

(I put on the nectar that Keith-sama gave me)

Tilt the vial and drip the nectar into the palm of my hand.

(Sweet smell ... Luke would love it).

As I smiled, I saw myself with sunken cheeks.

I felt strangely embarrassed to look at myself in the mirror.

I gently smeared the nectar from my palm around my neck.

Finished packing, I left the room.

Sariel asked me to look for Luke.

I went into the garden to look.

(I knew it. He was there.)

(He seems to be napping. I want to see your face.)

Luke is lying on the grass.

I walked over, making no noise, knelt down.

(Hmmm... Cute. I don't want to wake you up like this)

I reached down to brush my fringes out of his face. And he put his arm around me.

MC: .... Whoa.

As I collapsed, draped across his chest.

I could hear Luke's happy laughter in my ear.

MC: ...Luke, you're awake!

Luke: Hmmm, you smell sweet.

Part 1/2

Luke: The sweet warmth makes my heart race. It fills with joy.

(You notice the nectar.)

MC: I smeared myself with the nectar Keith-sama gave me. I thought Luke would like it.

Luke put his hand on my back and I lifted my body and hugged him tightly.

Luke: I like it a lot. I can smell your scent getting stronger.

He pressed his face against my neck, inhaling the scent.

My heart jumped.

MC: ... Ah

(Our lips are not touching, but I feel like I'm being kissed. ....)

(Am I the only one who is nervous?)

When I involuntarily flinched, Luke purred sweetly.

The scent of the fragrance attracts me even more.

I closed the distance between us. . .

Luke: Maybe I can't let you go like this.

Part 1/3

Luke doesn't want to leave.

Burying my face in his neck, I felt a surge of strength in my body because of the arms that held me.

(... I felt that he loved me. I wish I did, but it hurts my heart if it comes out of nowhere).

(I still want to be in Luke's arms...)

I struggled to suppress my heartbeat.

I exhaled, and then ----

Luke: Oh, babe, I'm going to get addicted to this smell.

Luke's hot breath tickled my skin. I felt a shiver.

MC: ... Ah

Luke: What a cute voice it is.

MC:.... Because..

(It's embarrassing, after all.)

I can no longer stand the embarrassment that rises in me, so I look away from Luke.

MC: We must go. Sariel-san, looking for you.

When I changed the topic and turned it into a mockery, Luke put his face on my ear.

Luke: Oh, that case....

Luke: I'll be there, but I'm not in a hurry, so don't worry.

Luke: So, it's just a little more.

The sweet return is full of color and fragrance ----

Part 1/4.

The heart began to beat loudly again.

I wanted to do something about it, and the moment I sneered at my lips

Luke gave me a small laugh and nuzzled the nape of my neck. I dropped a kiss on it.

The kiss was soft and at the same time, a squeak sound in my ear, and my body instantly heated up.

I was so excited.

(If you ask me like this, it hurts. I can't help but accept it.)

MC: ... Then just a little more.

MC: Because I want to be with you a little longer too.

Luke: Thanks.

Luke smiles happily and kisses me.

The kisses that start out as a nibble turn into something deeper as they are repeated and swallowed up by the breath. ----

MC: Ah.. Luke

As he twisted, Luke lifted his lips and laughed a little.

Luke: Your ears are red. Are you shy, cute?

Luke puts his chin on my shoulder and sighs sweetly.

Luke: I wish I could do this all the time.

MC: Hahaha... That's right

(When Luke hugged me, I felt comfortable. I want to stay like this for the rest of my life.)

Luke hugged me even tighter, as if to check the warmth in my arms.

I felt a small discomfort the next day.---

Part 1/5

In the kitchen of the castle.

Luke: I don't smell something

MC: I'm making a prototype of a new candy. MC: It's a honey tart ...

Luke: What's that, I want to eat a great meal.

Luke's eyes were shining and he was so cute that I couldn't help but smile.

MС: I know, tomorrow is the day of practice, right? I'll bring you something to take with me.

Luke: Oh, everyone will be so happy.

Luke: I can't wait till tomorrow.

MС: Fufu... I've got some baked goods. You can try some if you like.

When I offered him a freshly made tart Luke opens his mouth and closes the distance between us.

Suddenly, he stopped moving.

MС: What's wrong?

I asked, and she looked at me with somewhat feverish eyes.

Luke: I'd love some sweets, but I want you more now.

Luke took the tart from my hand and placed it on the table.

He pulls his arm straight in and embraces me in a hug.

МС: ....!

(Luke... I wonder what's wrong. He's kind of strong.)

(Skin hot to the touch...)

Just as this confusion was running through my head, I felt Luke's sweet breath on my neck and...

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yurtletheturtlehenderson · 3 years

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COSMIC - S3:E3; Chapter Three, The Case of The Missing Lifeguard - [Pt. 1]

A Will Byers x Reader Series

𝘌𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘋&𝘋. 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘙𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦.

⚠️: more Billy/Mind Flayer shenanigans, more Y/n being Not Straight™️ and slight, whatever the huffy, whiney hell Hopper was during a majority of the season

📝: yall, idk how to describe hairstyles so I'm gonna clear it up now; the hairstyle Y/n is doing on El is the coil ponytail she wears at the end in That Scene™️ 🥲🚚👋📝🛣

Yes, I regret the whole "sisters" failsafe I put in specifically to stop myself. But as it turns out, no I cannot suppress the gay. So innocent, mutual pining ahead! 🥳🎉🌈

||𝟑𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

A pair of sock-covered feet bounce happily on the carpeted floor as Madonna's Angel blasts through the radio on the dresser. Max jumps back and forth on El's bedroom carpet, singing into the hairbrush she had found on the nightstand. Beside her, sitting on the bed is the girl herself, sporting her new colorful look; engrossed in a selection of teen magazines that are splayed out before her.

"You must be an angel,"

El bobs her head along with the tune, careful of Y/n's hand weaving through her hair from where she's kneeled behind her on the bed. She grins up at Max before going back to her work, her lips moving as she silently sings along.

"I can see it in your eyes,"

Y/n finishes the last coil behind El's left ear, and pulls it together with the other, merging her hair into a ponytail at the nape of her neck. After she tightens the bright blue scrunchie one last time, she mutters a defeated, "Alright. I tried," before she maneuvers around El across the mattress and allows herself to fall back on the right side of the bed, her head propped up on the rows of pillows. She grabs a magazine, boredly sifting through it while El delicately feels around the back of her head with a smile, admiring Y/n's work.

"Full of wonder and surprise,"

El's attention quickly returns to the magazine in her hands when she flips the page. She has to turn it sideways to see the whole thing. A young man, who El guessed to be just a little older than Steve, was smiling back at her.

Max's singing and dancing come to a slow when she notices El lingering on the page. With a chuckle, she discards the hairbrush from where she found it and kneels beside the bed.

"Oh, you found Ralph Macchio," Max simpers.

"Macchio?" El asks with a smile.

"Yeah," Max nods. "he's the Karate Kid,"

Both and El and Y/n jump when Max suddenly cuts the air in a mock karate chop and yells, "Hai-yah!"

They giggle and Y/n just rolls her eyes playfully. Particularly, at what comes next.

"He's so hot, right?" Max asks.

An amused grin glues itself to Y/n's face as her eyes peek out over the top of magazines to catch El's reaction. Y/n's smile spreads, buried under the pages when she sees El's face lit up in a blush.

"I bet he's an amazing kisser, too," Max says, drawing out a funny look in El's eyes. "Hey, uh,"

Y/n finds her eyes drawn to Max when she feels the old mattress dip a little under her weight. She notices a funny, almost intrigued look on her face.

"is Mike a good kisser?" She asks.

Y/n lets out an involuntarily "Blech!" At the question, discarding her magazine back to the pile with her nose scrunched up in disgust despite the smile still on her lips.

El laughs at Y/n, lightly shoving her knees that sat propped up above her as she shoots her a smile. "Not 'blech',"

Y/n has to readjust her head on the pillows to gawk up at El properly, a funny look hidden in her eyes.

"Wait, so is he like, actually," Y/n makes another face, failing to get through the sentence with a straight face. She laughs a little, putting a mocking tone in her voice. "'good' at kissing?"

El doesn't answer right away, much too confused with the direction this conversation had gone. She blushes again, giving her awaiting friends a bashful shrug.

"I don't know. He's my first boyfriend,"

Max is quick to correct her, but she does so gently. "Ex-boyfriend,"

El's face falls.

But Max is also quick to console her. She lands a gentle hand on El's shoulder, her voice going soft.

"Hey, don't worry about it. Okay?" El still doesn't seem too sure. "He'll come crawling back to you in no time, begging for forgiveness."

Y/n subconsciously fiddles with the ring pop still on her finger, a thin sheet of plastic still covering the candy diamond.

"I guarantee you, him and Lucas are, like, totally wallowing in self-pity and misery right now," Max's face scrunches up as she mocks the aforementioned exes. "They're like, 'Oh, I hope they take us back!'"

Y/n laughs, her left hand lightly smacking Max's arm, grabbing her attention.

"Yeah, but, Mike's probably more like," Max fights a sudden laugh when she catches the knowing look in Y/n's eyes. "'I hope they take us back! They have to—'"

Neither Max nor Y/n can fight the grin breaking out on both their faces as they finish in perfect sync.

-"take us back! Nyeh-nyeh-NYEH!"

Once again delightfully confused, El's stare travels between her newest best friend and her oldest; a warm feeling burrowing deep in her chest and gut, her stomach aflutter as she laughs with them.

"God, what I wouldn't give to see the look on their stupid faces," Max says, shaking her head wistfully.

El goes quiet, something neither of her friends miss.

"What is it?" Max asks.

That seems to snap everything into place, and Y/n props herself up on her hands. There's enough mischief in her eyes to match El's, and she quirks a brow.

"Wait. Are you serious?"

El only smirks, shrugging her shoulders.

"Will someone please tell me what's going on?" Max asks, only to find herself under two impish stares.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

El sits cross-legged against her dresser, the radio switched to static sitting just above her head. In her hands is the multi-colored headband Y/n had gifted to her over the holidays when her hair started to fall in her face. They both knew it could also double as a comfortable, makeshift blindfold in case she ever found herself traveling to the void again.

As she prepared to do now.

She hooks the headband over her head, pulling it down over her eyes as Y/n and Max took a seat.

"Is this really gonna work?" Max asks excitedly from where she's perched on the edge of the bed.

El nods, and Max's face lights up in awe.

"Holy shit, this is insane-!"

"Max."

"Right, quiet. I'm sorry,"

Y/n chuckles up at her noiselessly, completely understanding the excitement of it all. Particularly, since she had never once witnessed El demonstrating these powers unless it had been necessary.

Then came the waiting part.

Y/n had forgotten about the waiting.

It was all they could do. Wait as they watch El draw in a deep breath, allowing her mind to reach out to the person it had most.

She feels the imaginary water at her feet first, as she always did. It didn't take her as long as it used to to fine-tune the distorted voices cutting in and out, much like what she found her radio to do sometimes. But she did it soon enough.

She's back in the void, for the first time in a long while.

Part of her was worried it would be harder without as much practice as she got last year, but it wasn't.

The image that lay ahead of her was clear, the voices even clearer.

"What did I do wrong? What could I have done wrong?"

Mike.

He was laying on the couch. The one from his basement. El recognized it immediately.

And he wasn't alone, that much she had suspected.

"Do I have to go through this again?" Lucas asks, sounding tired.

He was pacing around the couch, rubbing his face. Will was with them, he was hovering over the small table she had sat at only years ago.

"I see them," El says.

Max lowers herself to the carpet, sitting next to Y/n who leans in curiously.

"What are they doing?" Y/n asks.

"Eating."

The crunch of Dorito chips Mike had shoved into his mouth was loud enough to echo out across the entire void. He continues through an obnoxious mouthful.

"I just don't understand what I did to deserve this,"

El has neared them now, and she turns her head curiously to Will when he scoffed. He looked frustrated, and he sounded it too. But El could tell he was trying to fight it for the sake of his friends' feelings.

"Look, it sucks that that happened," he says. "But why don't you guys try and take your mind off of it for-"

"For the last time, Will. No! Not now," Lucas says, turning away just in time to miss the boy's shoulders slump. He back to Mike, releasing a heavy sigh. "You didn't do anything, Mike. That's my whole point. You're the victim here."

El's eyes fall back to Mike, not all sure about what she was feeling.

"I know," he cries out. "It's just, why is she treating me this way?"

"Mike-"

"I don't know." Frustrated, he shakes his head. "What did I do wrong? What did I do wrong?!"

"Mike, stop it!" Will has to yell to be heard, but his friends eventually turn their attention his way. "you know what you did wrong!"

They watch him carefully, as does El.

Just grateful to have their attention, he softens just a notch "You messed up, alright? But there's just not much you can do right now,"

"He's right," Lucas sighs, bending over to move Mike's feet out of to make room before taking a seat. "I mean, we told the truth and everything,"

Will let out a bitter laugh. "No, you didn't! You got caught! You told them you were shopping for them, but that's it. You still kept lying about your Nana,"

Max and Y/n watch El carefully, the only indication something had happened came from her angered sigh.

"They lied about Nana," she says finally.

"Oh, I knew it," Max hissed.

Y/n merely placed her forehead in her hands tiredly as she waited for more information.

"But we still tried! That's gotta count for something," Mike cries, stuffing more food into his mouth. "I mean, shouldn't that count for something?"

"Mike, relax. Just... relax," Lucas sighs into his hands yet again, clearly exasperated. "And stop asking rational questions."

"I know, I know. You're right," Mike sighs. His expression quickly turned bitter as he sent his friends a sour look. "Because women act on emotion and not logic,"

"Precisely," Lucas nods. "It's a totally different species."

El's breathing grows deeper and for a moment the pair of friends fear the worst. But the truth was, while El didn't quite exactly know what they were saying, she knew it was foul.

"They say we are 'species'."

-"What?"

-"Come again?"

"'Emotion, not logic."

-"What?"

-"Come again?"

Will shifted on his feet, looking unsure as to what to say, or if he should at all.

"Will is upset,"

Y/n scoffs, looking between Max and El. "He should be if they're saying that shit." She fires, worry briefly taking over her anger over the doubtful thought seeded in her mind. Quickly she leaned forward.

"Wait, he wasn't saying that was he?"

Relief sweep over her when El shakes her head.

She finds her eyes on him again, looking as if he was trying too hard to fit in and not say the wrong thing. El hadn't known him for terribly long, but she knew enough to realize this shouldn't be normal.

"Guys," he says, his eyes darting to the small table he had been setting up. "Come on, it's ready. You already said you'd play a month ago when Dustin got back. I've been planning ever since! And I really think it'll help take your mind off of all this."

Lucas groans.

"Will! We already told you. Not right now," he shakes his head as if scolding a small child.

"They are upset with him."

"Why?" Y/n pressed, sharing an equally concerned look with Max.

"They broke up with you, what else is there to talk about?"

"Easy for you to say, you still have a girlfriend!" Mike throws back.

"'Easy for Will to say,'" El repeats.

Y/n could only imagine what they were putting Will through right now. Or just what her words could mean. Her guilt from having to cancel weighed heavier and heavier.

"He says..."

They all watch, El included, as all his frustrations boil over.

"Well, none of that matters now, does it?!"

Shocked at his outburst, Lucas and Mike break into matching, sour grins nevertheless.

"Then join us, Will," Mike says, sharing a smirk with Lucas. "Join us in trying to figure the greatest mystery of all; the female species!"

"What? What's he saying?" Y/n asked.

But she receives no answer. El had fallen quiet.

El cocks her head, her glare thrown to each boy like daggers, feeling an anger of her own. As well as a protectiveness.

That didn't last long, however. Not moments after, Mike seemed to be challenging his own foul behavior. His mouth opened up wide, letting loose a deep and billowing belch.

"Dude," Mike laughed lazily, gesturing around him as he grinned up at his friends. "You can smell the nacho cheese,"

El recoiled, her upper lip hooking in a grimace both in and out of the void.

She's relieved to see even one of them disgusted by his antics — Will, but it doesn't change her annoyance. But it was better, and far less confusing than Lucas who broke out in a sly grin.

"I get that beat,"

"What?" Mike mumbles in between picking his teeth with his tongue.

Baffled, El looks to Will again whose face pales. He quickly shakes his head, his words pleading.

"Oh, no."

"No, Lucas," Mike says, jumping in. "No!"

El watches curiously as Lucas's grin stretches wider — "No, Lucas!" — and he lifts his right leg — "Lucas! LUCAS!" — and...

El stumbles back in shock when the sound hits suddenly. It echoed louder than the burp had — far louder — and only grows louder as Lucas lifts his leg higher.

El rips the headband off her head to reveal her widened eyes, her shoulders moving and falling in a panicked-like state.

Never blinking, her mouth still wrenched open in shock, she turns to gape at her friends.

"What happened?"

She didn't answer.

"Are you okay?" Y/n pressed, fearing the worst.

She breaks out in a grin, a fit of sudden giggles sent her slouching into the carpet and her head landing in Y/n's lap. Max and Y/n welcomed her reaction with open arms, her infectious laughter spreading to them despite the utter bewilderment they were feeling. Y/n looked down at her friend, trying not to laugh.

El managed to peel her eyes open long enough to see Y/n's crooked smile poking into her view of the ceiling and she loses it all over again.

"What?" She laughs.

"What happened?"

El clutched her aching sides. Every time she tried to speak, the silliness of it all stole her words all over again.

It had been completely revolting and

angering. But it was also the most fun she'd ever had in that horrible place. This also being why it was so hard to wipe the smile from her face.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Will stumbled back as far away as possible from the massive stink cloud he was sure would drown him. Mike had stumbled off the couch, waving at the air as Will buried his nose in his shirt.

"Oh, man," Mike groans. "what the hell, Lucas?"

"Come on, that was impressive,"

"So was Will," Mike shoots him a knowing smirk. "Finally realizing the frustrations of the female species,"

"That wasn't what I said," he shakes his head, growing angrier by the second. "I said it doesn't matter if I have a girlfriend or not right now cause I can't see her! Both of us have to clean up your messes and it's the same reason why we missed our six month anniversary last month,"

Both Mike and Lucas wince. "Congrats?"

Will sighs, throwing himself in his seat at the D&D table.

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The cabin's front door was nearly thrown off its hinges as an inebriated Hopper stumbled across the threshold. The door slammed shut behind him, shaking the room as he huffed and puffed. Several times he nearly lost his balance just standing still, but despite the blurred vision and numbed senses he could still make out the muffled radio from his daughter's room.

That wasn't good. At least, that's all Hopper could comprehend right away before he pieced together why; that always meant Mike was here.

And the door was shut.

"Hey!" No response. "Hey!"

The ache of rejection and embarrassment he had been feeling all night had been drowned in bottles of wine from Enzo's, numbing a great deal when Joyce had failed to show. But it couldn't quite extinguish his anger, and that was all that was left now. And he had no problem channeling that into this moment.

In his drunken state, he manages to march across the living room without stumbling into anything and his voice rises behind his gritted teeth.

"When I say three inches, three-"

A small yelp and a short burst of hot hair stinging his sweating skin and knocking over the lamp on the desk was the first thing he registered after the boom of the door being busted open. Before him, was the sight of El and her friends lounging across her floor, flipping through magazines and gawking up at him.

He realized then what had happened judging by Y/n drawing in a deep breath, and dropping her head into her hands. She had clearly been especially startled being so close to the door and had inadvertently created a mini shockwave that swept across every loose item in the room. He could hear her cursing into her hands as Max glared up at him.

"Do you knock?! Jeez!"

"Yeah!" El repeated. "Jeez!"

At that moment, Hopper couldn't remember a time he had back-pedaled so quickly. He could hear his slurred words stringing together a nervous apology.

"Wo-wo-oh, hey," he gulps. "I'm sorry."

The three girls continue to gawk up at him from the floor.

"I thought that, uh-,"

"If you were expecting Mike, he isn't here," Y/n said.

"We wanted to have a sleepover," El says, still beyond excited at the thought of having one since Y/n told her about them almost a year ago. "Is that...okay?"

"Yeah,"

The word fell out of Hopper's mouth before he could will it, his entire demeanor melting away in relief.

"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah," he said, his voice going higher than normal as he stumbled through the tension. "Your parents know you guys are here?"

"Yup," Max says, and Y/n nods.

Blazing through the past few moments, or at least attempting to, Hopper waves his arm dismissively and his slurring intensifies.

"Uh, yeah, it's cool. Yeah. That's-That's really cool."

This was great! His "heart-to-heart" had worked. At least the way he did it. He couldn't count on his hands the number of times he had asked El about the others; silently hoping she'd take the hint and get him out of long, awkward discussion. But she never had, she only went on about Mike, and the more the summer stretched on the less he heard about Y/n or—

"Did you need something?" Max asks, snapping him out of his thoughts.

He hadn't realized he had been just standing there, swaying slightly and zoning out.

He was overstepping. He could see that now. And not just because of the embarrassment written all over his daughter's face.

"No, no," he says quickly, shaking his head and making a lazy grab for the doorknob. "Uh, I'll leave. I'll just let you... I'll leave you..."

His voice trails off before being swallowed completely when the door shuts with a click. For a moment, Hopper just stands there processing it all.

A smirk hooked his lips.

No Mike.

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happily ending catastrophies ~ Fred Weasley

summary: Fred is accidentally (and fortunately) at the right place in the right time, and is able to save a muggle girl's life.

pairing: Fred Weasley x muggle (female) reader

words: 5K

meaning of: (y/h/c) means 'your hair colour'

(kinda) warnings: (1) this plays after the war and Fred lives, because i refuse to accept anything else; (2) i'm not from the UK so excuse the possible mistakes i made about the underground; (3) also there are a couple time jumps, i didn't want to drag it for too long and had quite a few ideas i wanted to write

a/n: this was an idea born whilst i was studying for this year's most difficult exam at uni lol but i thought it was worth giving a shot so here it goes xx

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(y/n) wakes up to the sweet scent of some kind of flower filling up her nose and lungs. Despite the panging in her head she cracks her eyes open to find the source, though as soon as she takes in the totally unfamiliar room around her, the flower immediately gets forgotten.

What the hell?

She frowns, pushing her upper body up on her elbows to get a better look around. She has never seen this room ever before. Or has she? Suddenly she's not so sure as a foggy memory appears in her mind. Her glance travels across the cardboard boxes beside the wall on the floor, piled high on top of each other, then a desk, a wardrobe, arriving to the bedside table that has a lamp and several strange things - looking like some foreign country's small candies in colourful wrapping - on the wooden surface.

Sitting up fully she tries to move her legs to place them on the floor, but finds that it's much harder than it usually is - than it should be. All her attention turn to her legs now and the weird feeling that surrounds her left leg she hasn't noticed before. Carefully she lifts the covers that wrapped her body in a warm embrace to see what's wrong with her leg. A gasp leaves her lungs right away as her eyes fall on the cast wrapped around it from her knees straight to her toes.

In that exact moment the door slowly opens and her eyes snap towards the entering figure - a flaming red haired young man - whilst her fingers scramble to get the blanket back on her lower body, hiding the lack of clothing she's wearing as she's in nothing else but her underwear.

"Ah, you're awake! How are you?" He asks when his eyes connect with hers and slightly widen.

And his voice brings back everything. Literally everything to her mind about how she got here, all the memories flashing by in front of her inner eyes.

- - - - - - - flashback - - - - - - -

Friday the 13th. The day of misfortune and disasters. (y/n) huffs as she makes her way down the street towards the underground station to go back to her apartment. Now she knows this fact from experience.

She woke up a bit late that morning and didn't have time to drink her usual morning coffee in the comfort of her home, so she had to wait until her first break at work to drink one. When she just finished brewing a cup for herself in the small kitchen at her work, the handle of her favourite mug she kept in there broke and the now handle-less mug full of the brown beverage fell to the ground and shattered to a thousand tiny pieces, and if it wasn't already bad enough, the coffee splashed on her white shirt, colouring it light brown and leaving a wet stain behind all across her chest.

After that she managed to get through the day quite normally, right until 3pm, when her boss called her in to his office.

"The company is facing a hard time," his voice still echoes inside her head, making her shiver in sadness and anger. "I'm sorry, (y/n), the performance you showed us in the past two years was truly great, but you gotta understand that I have to decrease the number of employees. And that unfortunately includes you. I'm sorry."

If the way she worked was actually 'truly great', then why do they fire her and not someone else?

Well, probably her boss told the exact same thing to everyone he kicked out today, she thinks, but it doesn't help at all - it doesn't get her her job back.

So half an hour ago she packed everything in a box and set off to go back home, mentally raging about the cursed day. She has never believed in any superstition like this, but today she's changed her mind. Maybe all these things are true.

And that's when the next string of catastrophies starts.

As she's moving along the pavement next to the tracks at the station, the heel of her shoe breaks and she stumbles, her box flying away from her grip, all the contents of it scattering all over the ground. (y/n) tries gaining her balance back, taking a couple steps back, but the pavement disappears from under her feet as she reaches the edge, completely unaware of it.

She falls back, down to the tracks, and an impossible pain shoots up from her left leg as she lands, the air totally knocked out from her lungs. As she tries catching her breath, her hands move to lay flat on the ground so she can push herself up, but the world around her seems like it's spinning and she feels too weak to move a single muscle in her body.

Everything decelerates into slow motion and she glances around to see what she could do when something bright catch her eyes. A shiny warm yellow circle in the distance, getting slightly bigger and bigger with every second. She observes it carefully, thinking about how pretty it looks as she wonders what it might be. It only takes a second or two for her mind to catch up and suddenly she's more than aware that a train comes towards her and she's not capable to do anything to stop the collision from happening.

Friday the 13th.

Out of nowhere she feels a presence next to her, and just as she turns her head that way to see what's going on and her eyes fall on locks of bright red hair and a freckled face, the man has already grabbed her arm and with a fierce pull hoisted her up to a standing position. It feels like her arm is ripped out from her body, for a moment even the unstoppable hurting from her leg fades out to give space for the one in her upper body and she gasps before everything goes black.

- - - - - - - end of flashback - - - - - - -

The following events go by as a dozen of blurry pictures (y/n) can't make out in her mind and she blinks a couple times to get back to the present, to reality. She focuses on the redhead again, the last person she clearly remembers seeing.

"Where am I?" Her voice comes out hoarse and quiet and she clears her throat, waiting for his answer, knowing how she behaves quite rude completely ignoring his question, but she just can't help it.

She hasn't a clue where they could be, she's never seen a place like this in her entire life. It's obvious it's not a hospital. And after what happened it's just as obvious that she needs hospital treatment.

"The Burrow," he replies with a small smile playing on his lips.

And though she thought his answer would help clear some of the fog inside her head, it only confuses her more. Fred bites back the chuckle that threatens to burst from him seeing her cute frowning expression and waits for her to ask again, knowing it'll soon happen.

"The what?" The girl speaks up again, her voice now much clearer.

"My family home."

The confusion still stays on her face, and Fred truly can't blame her for it - who wouldn't be distraught after waking up in a stranger's home? Still, seeing the same expression he first ever saw on her face brings him back to the Tube station in London.

- - - - - - - Fred's flashback - - - - - - -

He's rushing down the stairs to catch the apparently soon arriving underground train, cursing his twin brother under his breath for winning the bet that resulted in the usage of any and every magical thing being forbidden for Fred for this whole week. Now he has to run errands adjusting to the timetables of muggle public transport and he's running out of time. Everything takes so much more time in the muggle world, and in the past few days he's grown to appreciate being born into the world of magic more than ever.

Arriving next to the tracks he catches sight of a dozen or so people there and relief fills his body. So the train hasn't left yet. He slows down to a walking pace and tries to catch his breath, and that's when he notices something weird about the people, something he has never seen in the past days when he used the Tube. They're all moving closer to each other, slowly making a tight circle, all of them looking in the same direction, as if something was on the tracks.

Curiosity rises in Fred and he makes his way to the edge of the crowd, standing on his toes to tower over it and glance down. His eyes immediately fall on a young woman lying there, one of her legs twisted in an abnormal way. She's looking to the side, towards the tunnel from where the train should arrive any minute now. Her expression displays confusion and slight fear, but her breathtaking beauty is still obvious, and it makes his heart skip a beat. His eyes slowly turn to where she's looking and he can see the light that swiftly grows brighter and brighter inside the usually dark tunnel, but his mind can't comprehend what he sees as all his thoughts are still only about the gorgeous woman lying there.

"The train's coming!" Somebody in the crowd shouts and that's what wakes Fred from his daze. His head snaps back and forth from the tunnel to the girl a couple times, so fast it's a miracle his neck doesn't break.

His body moves before he can fully think about his actions and suddenly he's pushing people away to make a path for himself in the crowd and he jumps down to the tracks. He hears a couple gasps from behind him, even a couple voices trying to inform him again and again that the train is actually soon there, but he doesn't care. All he focuses on is the task in front of him.

Squatting down he grabs one of the woman's arms and drapes it around his shoulder, standing up again as fast as he can, pulling her with him a bit harsher than he intended. She lets out a gasp in obvious pain, but he knows there's no time to be more gentle. Both of his arms move around her, one around her shoulder blades and one around the backs of her thighs to lift her up bridal style as he knows one of her legs is broken and she can't stand on it. And he's thankful for his own speed and thoughtful actions as he feels her body go limp as she faints.

The head-splittingly loud sound of a horn fills the air just as he turns around, signalling that they were noticed by the people on the train. As he takes the first few steps back towards the pavement he glances up, seeing two or three men already there bending down with their arms stretching in his direction. Fred quickens his pace as much as he's able to and practically throws the woman in the waiting hands, helping them pull her up by pushing her body from under, the screeching of brakes, iron on iron being the only sound that can be heard.

He stays on the tracks until he's completely sure that she's safe, than he grabs the edge of the pavement and swiftly pushes himself up, crawling on the cold surface until his legs are lying there as well. He feels a breeze moving against his back as the train arrives to the station, but he doesn't care about it, neither the cheering that erupts from the people around him, celebrating his heroic act, not even the burning feeling in his muscles from being strained. He just pushes himself up and stumbles to the woman, falling back down on his knees to be able to get a better look of her.

From up close he can see how she's even younger than he has thought, probably close to his age. She's obviously falling in and out of unconsciousness every other second. The word 'ambulance' enters his ears from the people around them, and he finds himself with a new task ahead of him. Somehow he has to get the girl away from this place and back to the shop so he can take her to the Burrow. Muggle hospital treatment isn't enough now, the wizarding world offered much better methods of healing. His mother will know what to do.

- - - - - - - end of Fred's flashback - - - - - - -

"And why am I here?" (y/n) continues asking.

"You broke your leg."

"Yeah, I figured, but shouldn't I be in a hospital then?" She tilts her head, raising an eyebrow.

"This is better than a muggle hospital," the young man shrugs.

"Mu... a what?"

"Ah, sorry. Slipped out," he let out a small chuckle, scratching the back of his neck in slight embarrassment.

Here comes the moment he dreaded. When he has to explain the existence of magic and the wizarding world to a completely clueless person and trying to do that without making a complete fool out of himself in front of the angel-like girl when she won't believe him - which he's sure she'll do.

"Wait, who are you? I don't even know your name," she speaks up again. "And how could I truly thank you for saving my life if I don't know even that?"

"There's no need to thank me," Fred protests.

"Of course there is!" (y/n) squeals as loudly as her weakened state allows. "Not everyone would jump down to the tracks when there's a train coming to save a complete stranger."

"Yeah, well, true," he mumbles, thinking back to how nobody did anything for her, anger filling his veins. Then he clears his throat, shaking his head to get rid of the negative thoughts and to focus on the girl again. "I'm Fred. Fred Weasley."

"Thank you for all you did, Fred. I'm (y/n) (y/l/n)," she sticks her hand out and a smile makes it's way to Fred face, matching the one on hers as he steps closer to shake her hand.

- - - - - - - 2 months later - - - - - - -

"I'm absolutely fine, Freddie, stop acting like I'm made of porcelain. I'm totally able to walk down the stairs on my own two feet," (y/n)'s giggling voice fills the air on the second floor of the Burrow when the redhead gently pulled her arm around his neck as he's done so many times in the past weeks.

"Alright, alright, I get it," Fred puts his hands up in surrender, backing away as laughter erupts from his throat and he turns his head away to hide the blush forming on his cheeks from the nickname she used.

Unfortunately he only gets completely face to face with his smirking twin brother who winks his way before pushing past him, a knowing chuckle sounding from him as he rushes downstairs, past (y/n), who follows him right away, only a bit slower, with Fred's careful, watching eyes trained on her back.

"See? I told you," the girl glances back at him over her shoulder after arriving downstairs, not stopping on her way to the dining table, only to stumble in a shoe someone left in the way. Fred immediately reaches out to grab her elbow and stop her from falling. From the strength of his attentive pull on her arm, instead of flying to the ground she crashes into his chest.

"I don't know, I'm not so sure," he teases, looking down with a smirk playing on his lips.

(y/n) moves her head up to connect her eyes with his, and Fred glances around her face, taking in the pink colour of her skin on her cheeks caused by the embarrassment of almost falling, then as his eyes reach the sight of her lips, he suddenly becomes almost too aware of how close the two of them actually are, and the breath hitches in his throat.

"Come on, kids, dinner's gonna get cold!" Molly's voice breaks the moment they shared and (y/n) regains balance, then gently pushing the boy away she turns around and limps the rest of the way to the dining table.

All of the Weasleys are already sitting there, watching the two of them appear in sight, and (y/n) has to bite back a giggle, still not used to the seemingly infinite number of redheads, all smiling wide and sweet at her. George pulls the chair she has always sat on ever since she was able to get downstairs out for her, offering a helping hand knowing that it's harder to sit down with only one properly working leg. Fred reaches out for her other arm just as she makes contact with George's hand, and the two of them don't let go until she's stopped moving.

She glances back and forth between the two boys sitting on either side of her, rolling her eyes at how overly protective both of them behave, when she's already told them hundreds of times that she's able to get by on her own.

The meal is delicious and the company is entertaining, just like it has always been since (y/n) stepped foot into the Burrow. Conversation flows without a hitch, only the occasional laughter breaking it for a second or two, and the (y/h/c) girl finds it hard to think about the inevitable - the moment that's coming fast, the moment when she has to leave these people and go back to her normal life. The Weasleys has become like a second family for her, and she fears that if she walks out that door, she'll never see them again. They're living a different life, in a completely different world. Their paths most likely will never cross again. She tries to brush off the sad thoughts, knowing that she'll have all the time to mope and grieve when she's back in her (ordinary and plain) flat on her own.

As she's helping Molly clean the dishes after the family finishes dinner, (y/n) pauses for a moment to glance at the redhaired woman. "Thank you for letting me stay here and for taking such good care of me."

"Oh, sweetie, you're more than welcome. It's our pleasure to have you here."

"That's true," Ginny chimes in with a joyful grin on her face as she places another dirty plate in front of her mother. "Your presence brightened up our boring lives."

"Boring?" (y/n) lets a loud laugh escape her throat. "Your lives are nothing even close to boring. Everything around here is breathtaking and spectacular."

"Is it though?"

"Try living my life for a week or so, and you'll know what boring really means," she shakes her head, the different memories and thoughts swiftly filling her mind as she turns around to lean the small of her back against the counter top, her eyes instantly connecting with Fred's, who's still sitting at the table, shamelessly watching her with searching eyes.

"I still can't believe there's a whole world of wizards and witches that we have absolutely no clue about. It makes me wonder how many things are there that's hidden from us. And it makes me scared how clueless we all are in the muggle world."

(y/n)'s only able to stand the intensity of his gaze for a couple seconds before she has to turn her head away, feeling the blood rush to her cheeks and heat them up. She swallows, only hoping that it stays unnoticed by the boy, but when she finally dares to glance back for the shortest of moments, she catches sight of a small smirk playing on his lips and she knows that nothing has gone unnoticed by him. Clearing her throat she tries to find something else to say, speaking the first words that come to her mind.

The newly learned word still rolls uncertainly from her tongue, not sure if she says it correctly, but when her restlessly moving eyes accidentally catch Fred's again, she sees a new kind of glint sparkling in his eyes, and it's enough to let her know that she used it correctly.

"It's not your fault," Ginny places a hand probably destined to be reassuring on the older girl's shoulder. "We're just too good at hiding it."

The two of them share a laugh, and unbeknownst to (y/n), it turns the shape of Fred's eyes into something that very much resembles a heart. His own heart flutters at the sound, the temperature of the room suddenly feeling too hot for him to bear, and he abruptly kicks his chair back, standing up and swiftly moving out of the house to get some fresh air and somehow try to cool the fire that's burning inside of his chest.

(y/n)'s eyes follow him, an eyebrow raised in question, deep in her thoughts right until the door closes shut again behind the boy. The sudden noise brings her back to the present and she shakes her head to get rid of the things running around in her head.

"Anyway, I gotta go upstairs and pack. I really have to go back home now," she sighs, pushing her body away from the counter.

"I'll come help you," Ginny immediately offers, hurrying after her.

Two and a half hours and a heart wrenching goodbye later (y/n) and Fred come to a stop outside her apartment's door, both of them feeling a previously never felt sadness fill their hearts.

All (y/n) can think of is flashing images of the flaming red haired boy. The way he sat at the edge of the bed she was lying in, telling her everything about the wizarding world. The way he lifted her up so effortlessly as if she weighed nothing to bring her downstairs when she was unable to walk in the first weeks. The way he walked her around the house and the garden, showing her everything and explaining things to her, adjusting to her extremely slow pace without a word. The way he showed her multiple of the products he and his twin brother sell in their shop, sometimes only speaking of their effects, other times even showing her, not caring with the fact it caused something inconvenient for himself as long as he made her laugh - which she did so many times and so hard that it made her sides hurt. The clothes he let her have when winter set in and her own became too thin to keep her warm, and the way the material smelled like him. The lingering touches of his calloused fingertips against the skin of her cheeks when he thought she was fast asleep - when in fact she was completely awake, fighting back the urge to press her face further into his touch.

In the meantime all Fred can think of is flashing images of the gorgeous muggle girl. The genuine curiosity that sparkled in her eyes whenever he told her about the world he's living in, the endless amount of questions she's asked him about anything and everything, the pure interest she showed from the first time he told her about the existence of magic. The way she bonded with each and every member of the Weasley family, finding a common thing with all of them and eventually making them all grow fond of her. The way she told him all about the muggle world and her own life, sharing all the details with him without hesitation - trusting him right away. The way his name rolled from her tongue - even more when she called him Freddie. The bubbling, loud laughter that erupted from her throat when he told her about the shop and all the pranks George and him did back in Hogwarts or when he showed her the products they now sell in the shop, the laugh that always made his heart skip a beat, the laugh he couldn't help but adore along with the fact that she seemingly didn't care the slightest bit how loud she is or how funny her laughter might sound. The way she looked in his clothes, always taking his breath away, making him wish nothing more in the rest of his life than to see that very sight every day as long as he lived - and possibly even after that.

"Well, thanks for getting me home," (y/n) points at the door behind her back as she looks up into his mesmerizing eyes. "And for jumping down in front of a train for me. And for letting me into your family home. And for taking care of me."

"It was the least I could do," Fred smiles sheepishly, his mind spinning, trying to come up with something to say that would keep the girl in his life.

"Bye, Freddie," she hesitates for a moment, then decides it doesn't matter anymore and leans in, pressing a soft kiss on his left cheek.

Fred's eyes flutter closed, heart bursting with the sudden feeling of love from both her lips touching his skin and the oh so loved nickname. He freezes, unable to think anything else than eight very important letters.

The girl moves back, fiddling with her keys to find the correct one, pushing it in the slot and turning it, gently shoving the door until it's wide open. She steps in, her eyes taking in the furniture and decoration she once loved but now finds unbelievably plain and mundane. A sigh escapes her lungs and she turns around to close the door - and wave once more the boy.

Fred still stands in the exact same spot, obviously not moving even the slightest bit since she backed away from him. (y/n) raises her hand to wiggle goodbye with her fingers at him whilst moving to close the door with the other hand, already feeling the tears blur her vision as she tries to take in the sight of him as best as she can to be able to remember him forever.

"Wait!" Fred exclaims, placing a palm flat against the wooden material to stop it before it fully closes.

This time (y/n)'s the one to freeze, hand pausing high in the air and she even holds back the breath in her lungs as she waits for him to continue.

"Can we meet again?"

Her eyes widen in surprise. She always thought that he'd never want to see her again. That he'd be happy to finally get rid of her and be able to continue his life as before. He wants to meet with her again?

"I... y-yes, of course," she stutters, heart stammering inside her ribcage so wild and loud, she's almost sure he can hear it.

The extremely wide smile that splits his face in two hearing her answer makes it impossible for her not to mirror it, her own lips curving on their own accord. Fred, feeling the previous nervous shyness evaporate from his body and the always present confidence fill his vein up again, takes a step closer to her, then another until he's right beside the door, gently pushing it wider open again. (y/n)'s hand on the door handle inside goes limp, and she lets it fall down to hang loose beside her body as Fred steps inside.

When he's so close that she can feel the breath coming from his nose reach the skin of her face, his lips open again to let out a whisper. "Can I kiss you?"

The already abnormal rhythm her heart beats in gets even more uneven, and her head moves in a nod as she breathes out the word 'yes'. Fred's eyes sparkle up even more, and his hands slowly start moving up, one reaching out to gently caress her cheek whilst the other wraps around the small of her back. Slowly, extremely slowly he leans down, pausing for a second just before their lips could touch, and as a wave of impatience rushes through the girl, she raises her head and presses her lips against his.

Fred lets out a muffled chuckle at her eagerness before tilting his head and snaking his arm further around her torso to pull her flush against his own body, his hand that's resting on her cheeks moving slightly further back until his fingers completely disappear in her (y/h/c) locks, his lips moving passionately against hers.

She completely melts into his touch, feeling like she's floating in the air, as if she's only dreaming. But when they both run out of oxygen and pull away to fill their lungs again, their foreheads pressing against each other in search of support and their eyes connecting without problem, looking deep into his beautiful brown orbs (y/n) grows sure right away that it's truly reality, not just a dream.

"I love you," he breathes in-between his quiet pants, but it's enough to make (y/n) totally dizzy as a love-struck grin spreads across her face.

And in that very moment they both know that their story is just starting.

.::the end::.

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Here’s everything I started posting in 2020. Four finished fics and two long WIPs! I’m pretty proud of myself for getting this much done since my brain is half-way mush with everything else going on.

The Only Tree in the Forest (4/7, WIP, Steter, 16053 words)

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Low-hanging Fruit

Low hanging fruit - a thing or person that can be won, obtained, or persuaded with little effort.

Peter sighs down at the bound, shirtless boy that’s been dumped at his feet, then raises a questioning eyebrow at his betas. “Was all of this really necessary?”

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59 notes • Posted 2021-10-22 01:06:21 GMT

Sugarcoated by Shey

Stiles doesn't want to admit it, but his dad is right—he's trying to pack way too many minimum-wage hours into the five-week break before the new semester starts. But what else is a screwed over college student with a budget tighter than his worn-out skinny jeans supposed to do?

At least he's found some nice, distracting eye-candy to keep his mind off of his problems.

Chapter 3 is finally up!

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Sugarcoated

At least he's found some nice, distracting eye-candy to keep his mind off of his problems.

Epilogue

OMG It's DONE!!! I finished a long fic you guys!! I can't believe it!!!

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My Very Valid Explanation for All of the Teen Wolf Plot Holes

Here's a thought. Let’s go ahead and accept that TW is told from Scott's perspective. He’s the main character and the narrator. The plot revolves around him (often to the exclusion of other burning questions).

(Stop here if you don’t want to read about Scott being an unreliable narrator.)

That would mean that every time the audience is hearing about something that happened when Scott wasn't there, he knows about it because someone told him after the fact. That means the entire show is just Scott's retelling of whatever version of events he's heard about.

So using this Very Scientific Theory, all of the plot holes are places where either Scott didn’t care about an event, or times that people were straight-up lying to Scott about what happened.

Why did Jackson disappear at the end of season two? Why did no one go looking for Boyd and Erica? Where did Isaac disappear to when Chris came back without him? Cora? Danny?

You know who got an actual exit? Allison. The one Scott actually cared about.

This could also explain some of the really out of character stuff. Like, Peter’s drama-queen killing of Jennifer that doesn’t seem to change anything. In Scott’s world, Jennifer disappears, and obviously Peter murdered her because he wants to be Alpha again. And the big bad villain would definitely scream "I'm the Alpha!" after his horrible murder was completed.

Scott the Unreliable Narrator also explains all of the weird plot holes. Like Derek deciding to run off with Braeden. Peter teaming up with Kate for no apparent reason. Peter’s bizarre hole-filled story about Paige and Derek. The lack of discernible ages for half the cast or any kind of timeline since the fire. Malia’s entire existence.

It could also be why Stiles "doesn't have magic." despite some strong evidence that he was headed that way. Because by the time Stiles would have been able to use it (probably post-Nogitsune), his relationship with Scott was fractured enough that no one told Scott about it.

It would explain so many things if half the plot of TW was just Stiles going "no, buddy, you'll be happier if you don't know that Peter and I fucked like bunnies in the train station."

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I will protect her at all costs (chapter 2)

Disclaimer: please don’t hate me for it, if you don’t ship them please just don’t read it ok 🥲

contains: slow burn, Sniper falling in love with Kuon, Snipers view/thoughts, sexual fantasies, nudity, lemon stuff overall

It is a very long chapter I’m sorry

Note: please feel free to message me if you have certain romantic moments to include in the story! (Already running out of ideas oops)

It did not take long for us to find a bag of supplies. It was on a coffee table in some sort of lobby area. It seemed as if this building probably was meant to represent some kind of hotel, which I thought was a good thing, because that meant that there would be beds and showers to be found here as well. To our surprise, the bag contained mostly candy, which I wouldn't interpret as a balanced meal. However, the girl seemed to like this finding. It was only a matter of minutes before the chocolate residue stained the corners of my companion's mouth in a brown color. However, I preferred to smoke a cigarette at first and watch the girl devour her own body weight in the form of chocolate.

" This is fantastic! It feels like forever since I last ate chocolate! I faintly remember dieting before I entered this world too, so this must have been probably weeks since I held chocolate in my hand." Kuon said with delight. It was amusing to watch her enjoy sweets. Kuon's carelessness may be a burden at times, but her innocent character makes up for it.

" you partly remember your life prior to this, don't you?"

" Yes, not much to be honest. I'm sorry you can't," Kuon replied in a concerned voice.

"Tell me about it."

She gave me a visibly puzzled look before straightening her back so that she was sitting as straight as a candle on the sofa across from me, staring at her hands somewhat lost in thought. She seemed uncomfortable that I had now brought up this topic. Unfortunately, I could not take back my question. "Well," she began, "to be honest,the life I remember has not been the greatest, I guess." Kuon abruptly shook her head. " That's not true either. I was born into a rich family and had many privileges. My father owned a large company and had very high expectations of me from the very beginning. One day I was supposed to take it over. I was probably pretty lucky compared to other people. I was probably a big disappointment for him. My character was just not strong enough in his eyes. I also remember not really having any friends either, because I was privately educated. And anyway..." I could literally hear the lump in Kuon's throat as a tear began to stream down the girl's cheek.

" i'm sorry. You know, I didn't really mean to end up crying."

I felt my heart break once again, watching the girl grieve. I was surprised now, though, to find out that this yet seemingly uncomplicated high school student was actually carrying a lot of emotional baggage. I did not hesitate as I jumped up from my seat to calm the blue-haired girl. I really hated it like the plague when she cried. Trying to preserve my Coolness, however, I grumbled, "oh girl. What's wrong?"

I placed myself to her left, and pressed her against my shoulder while running my hand over her hair a few times. There was no way I could bring myself to face her, though. It would be too embarrassing and, after all, I was far from being the Prince Charming who would dry her tears with a silken tissue. Besides, I could not withstand the sight of her teary eyes. So there I sat, a weeping teenage girl wetting my blazer with salty drops of grief on my right, awkwardly staring off into the distance.

"It's, it's..." she stammered, not being able to form a word. "You're the first person I've been able to trust, and because of that, I'm kind of..."

She took a deep breath, "It makes me so unbelievably happy."

Almost for the second time that day, a cigarette nearly got stuck in my throat, but this time I was able to suppress my urge to cough. The girl seemed to really like me. But did I like her too? I would be lying if I said I did not care about her. And if she got killed, I could never forgive myself. It was astonishing how one could form such a strong bond with another person in such a short period of time. However, pouring out my entire feelings in front of her would not come close to the cool lifestyle I was pursuing.

" i'm also happy to have met you, Kuon.", i finally decided to answer after a moment of figuring out how to respond.

Kuon's face, which was still streaked with tears, started to smile again, which made me feel much relieved. However, it took her a while to completely stop her wailing . We remained in this position for a while, until at some point I realized that the girl had fallen asleep. Her head had lowered in the meantime even further toward the ground, so that after some time she was no longer leaning against my shoulder but much rather against my belly. When I noticed this after some time and looked down to the girl, a cute sight presented itself to me. Admittedly, on the one hand it felt nice to act as this girl's pillow. On the other hand, it triggered an immeasurable amount of embarrassment in me. But cool guys do like to take care of girls' comfort, don't they?

Therefore, I decided I'd rather not wake her up and hardly moved at all. I looked out the window to my right, watching the sunset and reflected on certain issues. I was thinking about Rika as well as the two girls we were trying to find and, of course, about Kuon and so many other things until my eyes started to close.

When I regained consciousness, the night must have settled in. Before I could even perceive my surroundings properly, I swiveled my head once to the left and once to the right and let my gaze wander through the room. Because the moon was particularly bright this night, everything around me had taken on a deep blue tone. It was so quiet around me that I could have heard a pin drop. In the next second I realized that I should not have fallen asleep in the first place. Somebody would have had to keep watch, after all! Crap! If an enemy would have come along the way, it certainly would not have been good for me and Kuon. I looked down to my thigh where the blue-haired girl was supposed to lie. I felt her place her head on my thigh at some point during the night, but when I looked down at my thigh, I could not find any girl. Where the hell was Kuon? A rational thinking person, as I was one, could of course assume that my companion did not necessarily have to be in danger, but could also have simply visited the toilet, for example. Nonetheless, my alarm bells started ringing immediately. Kuon was, after all, a young girl who, apart from the "rail gun", did not posses many possibilities for self-defense. So of course I was worried.

Without thinking much, I hopped up from the sofa, on which I had been napping a few moments before. In quick stride I wandered through the poorly lit hallway without really having a clue where I was heading. My head was foggy from the idea that the girl might be in serious danger. A few days ago, I probably would have accepted the fact that she was suddenly nowhere to be found and continued my journey. And now my stomach was already twisting at the thought of her getting in trouble.

Nevertheless, a short moment later, my heart pounding madly from the ever-repeating scenario in my head, I heard a noise at the end of the corridor. A soft, high-pitched humming was heard, drowned out by the pattering of many drops. Light emerged from the crack of a door on the left. Was she taking a shower? The feeling of relief spread through my chest, followed by some degree of annoyance. Why did the girl not wake me up? I took a few steps towards the door, but before I was about to reach for the door handle, I remembered that I should not do so. A gentleman never violates a lady's privacy. So I decided to wait.

I leaned against the local wall, one leg bent. Then I let my thoughts wander, while the pattering of the raindrops in the bathroom right next to me showed no indication of stopping anytime soon. A lady of high society must spend quite a bit of her life showering, I thought to myself. And before I knew it, the image of Kuon suddenly popped up in my head. In my imagination I pictured her body, wondering what it looked like completely naked. A bar of soap running over her plump breasts, leaving traces of foam on her soft, wet skin. A body swinging under the hot rainfall like a leaf in the wind, presenting its vivid buttocks. I wonder if she was shaved? Hardly had I been able to finish this dirty thought of mine and get mad at my filthy thinking when my ears picked up the sound of footsteps in the distance. And they were coming ominously closer.

Damn, I thought to myself and was about to reach for my rifle, only to realize that I forgot it next to the sofa where I had been sleeping. I had been so upset about her disappearance that I could seriously forget the most crucial item for our survival.What was I going to do? For a brief moment I was at a loss. Escape proved almost impossible at this point, since I was at a dead end and I could not force the approaching enemy down with any surrounding objects. Besides, if I escaped, it would only be a matter of time before the enemy would track down my helpless companion. In the next moment, almost instinctively, I reached for the door handle that led to the bathroom that Kuon had still claimed. Perhaps there were objects in the room that were suitable for fighting, or perhaps we could be lucky and not be found, I speculated in the heat of the moment. So I tore open the door and rushed into the bathroom, greeted by a hot haze that took over the entire area.

"Kuon!" I called out in a hushed tone.

Without hesitation, I pushed my way through the door that separated the shower from the rest of the bathroom as if I was walking through nothing. Until that moment, I had hardly given a thought to the circumstances of this situation. But at the latest, when finally the naked body of a schoolgirl jumped into my field of vision, I quickly realized this again. I was just about to violate Kuon's privacy. An obviously shocked girl looked towards me, that from 1 second to the other tried to cover herself desperately.

"Mr.Ma-", she was about to say, but I interrupted her raised voice by pressing my hand to her lips as quickly as possible.

While I was still in the act of stepping into the shower, I flicked the light switch in the same movement so that no sign of our presence could escape from the room. Maybe they would not find us here, I hoped at this point.

"There's someone out there," I whispered to the naked girl in front of me.

" if we are quiet, maybe we won't be found. If we are, then..."

Kuon replied to me with an unintelligible "Mmm" , which resembled the sound of a frightened gasp. My body had pressed so close to hers by now that I could feel the wetness of her skin soaking through my shirt. I had directed my face facing away from her so that I could sharpen my hearing for the footsteps I could hear. Furthermore , I did not want to add unnecessary tension to the whole situation. It was uncool enough to interfere with a naked girl taking a shower even if it was an emergency. My hand was still resting on her lips and even though I was wearing gloves and looking away, I could clearly feel the warmth building up in Kuon's cheeks. She was obviously blushing in this moment. But having her pressed against the bathroom wall while forcing my hand tightly onto her lips and not even keeping a distance of not 2 inches, I could not blame her.

For quite a while, we did not move at all. We listened closely to the footsteps, which came a little closer and finally slowly moved away from us again. Temporarily it was even so quiet in this bathroom that we could hear each other breathing. Kuon's breathing was fast and almost verged on hyperventilation in this situation. Because there was hardly any distance between our bodies, I could literally feel her chest rising and falling in short intervals. With each rise, her breasts brushed my upper body a slight bit. I tried, as always, to keep my composure and block out the fact that Kuon was completely naked. Only when several minutes had passed did my posture loosen and I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, we should be safe for now," I stated and let go of the girl.

I flipped the light switch and had to swallow.

Kuon had been naked before too, but it was only now that the danger was gone that I could really comprehend this fact. She had tried to cover her breasts with her hands and had simultaneously crossed her legs, looking down with a shameful expression on her face. However, the concealment attempt seemed to be unsuccessful for her. Although I only caught a glimpse of her appearance before I turned away from her as quickly as possible, I saw her entire beauty for a moment.Her breasts were in relation to her otherwise so petite body, large and plump. She had a narrow waist and perfectly shaped legs, in combination with her smooth, fair skin. And so she shaved, I could still tell. What remained most imprinted on my mind, however, was the look on her face.I of course preferred to see her friendly smile a thousand times more than this face that expressed pure shame. But I could not help but adore the sight of her big sparkling dog eyes looking at the ground helplessly.

My breath stopped for a moment, but then I quickly cleared my throat, my gaze already averted from her, scanning the room for a towel. I tried to hide the fact that I actually wanted to slap myself for the thoughts I was having. Luckily, my embarrassment was not visible through the mask. I had to change the subject immediately before the situation became even more awkward:

"Sorry, Kuon." , I mumbled. I was surprised myself by my harsh tone. It took me a while to recollect the words.

"You should let me know next time you decide to go somewhere else."

"Oh yeah right. I didn't mean to cause any trouble.", Countered the girl who also seemed to be a bit embarrassed. So it wasn't just me who was feeling uncomfortable about this situation. Without giving my companion another look, I threw a towel right over my head at her. I had a precise aim.

" I'm going to get my rifle. I forgot it in all the hurry near the sofa."

Just as I was about to open the door to step out, the girl interrupted my process by grabbing my arm with unusual intensity.

" can you come back here afterwards? Please?"

"That's what I was planning on doing anyway. I'll be waiting right outside the door," I replied, a bit puzzled by this question.

" but I have -." she interrupted herself, shaking her head slightly before continuing.

Then her facial expression regained its former composure, whereupon she gave me her typical, beaming smile. I could tell, however, that she did not mean it honestly. How I could tell that, I had no idea myself though. But did she want me to stay here with her?

" no you're right. I'll hurry up and be done in a few minutes," she said. While she was talking, she wrapped the towel around her body in a quick movement, fastening it in front with the help of a knot.

I had meanwhile turned my gaze back to her. Although Kuon was now dressed, it was difficult for me not to inspect her from top to bottom. Her entire body was still drenched in a hint of wetness, so that her skin was reflectingthe bright bathroom light. It was also slightly red from the hot shower water. I wondered if the red tint to her cheeks was also caused by that, or if I was responsible for it.I could not help but notice the way the towel just managed to hide all the places it was supposed to cover and yet was far too tight. If she bent over, a special view would present itself to me. Immediately I dashed this disgusting thought from my head. If I continued to reduce myself only to her appearance this could end in negligence on my part and I would not be able to protect her properly.After all, that was the most important thing. I also discarded this thought. Had this strange girl really become so important to me? Nevertheless, there was no place for interpersonal relationships in this world.Before I could get any further into this train of thought, I turned away again and finally walked out of the room. I was in need of a cigarette.

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