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burntb4bydoll · 1 year

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Reunion segz with Bill maybe? Getting back together with him after a bad fight or maybe you’re his ex from his early tokio hotel days/you’re an ex member of the band 🤭🤭

I got another request very similar to this that i haven’t done yet so here you go lol!!

Bill Kaulitz x Reader

Summery: you see Bill at a party after not seeing him since you broke up

Warnings: unprotected sex, maybe a little bit of scratching, sappy reunion ngl, Bill being protective of you🤭 idfk you guy just have cute fluffy sex??

You walk into your friends house and are immediately hit with the scent of alcohol and weed. The house was dimly lit so you couldn’t really recognize anyone in the room. Sighing, you walk towards the kitchen. You weren’t necessarily in the partying mood, you really only came because your friend begged you to. Which you thought was kinda strange because usually they arent so insistent on making you come to things like this. And of course the person who invited you was no where to be found.

You took a step outside by the pool and thats when you saw him. Bill fucking Kaulitz, your ex boyfriend, standing by your friend and a couple random people. Now it makes sense why your friend wanted you to come so bad. You had just recently told them how you missed him. Bill looked away from whoever he was talking to and locked eyes with you. His eyes widened as he watched you from across the patio. God, you could just die right now. The way he’s looking st you like your the most beautiful being on the planet makes your heart beat faster.

“Hey y/n! Come over here!” Your friend called out. You felt your heart drop when you realized there was no hiding from him. He stared at you the whole time you were walking over. “Y/nnn im so glad you’re here, look did you see Bil-“ you cut them off by pulling them away from the scene.

“What the hell? Why didn’t you tell me he would be here?!” You whisper-yelled at your clearly drunk friend. They just laughed and handed you their drink.

“Y/n its fineee just have a drink and calm down!”

“Fine? F/n. I look like shit, and I am not anywhere near ready to see him without rethinking our whole break up-“

Someone slammed there body into yours, causing you to stumble into a nearby table. The person was clearly pissed off and drunk. They took a step towards you and you backed up.

“Watch it dumbass! Get the fuck out of the way next time!” Before you could say anything you saw someone come up behind the angry man and yank him away from you. No fucking way. It was Bill. You’re stomach erupted with butterflies when you saw how protective he still was over you.

“Don’t talk to her like that! You’re the one who can’t handle your fucking alcohol.” Your jaw dropped at his tone towards the other man. You hadn’t even talked to him since you guys broke up, and he still cares about you? You grabbed Bills arm and tugged on it a bit, trying to get his attention.

“Its ok, he’s just drunk he’s probably not even gonna remember this. Just calm down.” He let go of the guys shirt and gave him a shove in thr opposite direction. “Thank you. I would have been alright though Bill.” He clicks his tongue and looks down at you.

“Yeah well, I’m not gonna let anyone treat you like that. You don’t deserve it.” His voice comes out softer than you expected. You couldn’t help but smile at the sweet man in front of you. “Do you wanna go somewhere else and talk..?” He asked, shifting nervously.

“Um, yeah..yeah sure.” You tried to hide the shake in your voice as you followed him out of the backyard and up the stairs of your friends house. Once you reach your friends guest room, both of you step closer to each other. You can’t stop the words from coming out of your mouth

“Bill, I miss you..”

“Shit.. I miss you too.”

Neither of you moved. You just stood there, inches away from each other. Your eyes move from his to look at his lips until he grabbed your face and kissed you. You close your eyes and hum at the familiar feeling of his lips on yours. He pushes your body against the door, successfully keeping you in place.

“Missed you so bad Bill. Feels so lonely without you.” You mumbled against his lips. Bill softly moans at your words.

“I never stopped loving you honey. ‘Could never love someone else the way I love you. Your my soulmate.” You could hear the genuineness of his words. You whimper quietly, trying to hold back tears. “Hey, hey no. Don’t cry sweetheart, I’m here now. I can’t let you go again.” You pull him back down to kiss you again, running your hands through his soft hair. He spread your legs with his knee and lifts it up to rest against your clothed heat. (I actually hate that im sorry) You let out a shocked gasp and put your arms around his neck to support yourself.

“Bill please, ‘want you so bad. I need you.” You use the most sweet tone, hoping to convince him to not tease you. He smiles widely and laughs a little.

“Ok, ok hun, are you sure? I don’t want this to be something you regret.” His giggly tone faded into a concerned one. You lean up to kiss the corner of his lips,

“Of course I’m sure Bill. Fuck, I mean I’ve thought about this every day since we broke up.” His smile returned and he kisses your forehead.

“Lets get these and pants off of you you, yeah?” You giggled and nodded watching him pull down your pants and underwear. He slipped his hand between your legs and groaned. “Shit, you really did miss me.” He teases, knowing damn well he’s just as needy for you. He pulls his hand away from you and pulled his own pants off. He goes to take off your shirt but you stop him,

“No, no just fuck me please. I need to feel you now.” You whine to him, practically begging.

“Alright sweetie calm down, I got you.” He picks you up, making you wrap your legs around his hips. He lined his tip up with your entrance and leaves little kisses on your face as he pushes into you. You groan and dig your nails into his shoulder. He doesn’t even let you catch your breath before thrusting his hips into yours.

“God you feel so good! Needed your dick inside me so bad!” You moan, not even caring about how desperate you sound.

“I know, I missed this fucking pussy. So perfect for me, so so perfect.” Both of you were basically high off of each other’s presence, having been so close for so long then not seeing each other for months. He speeds up his thrusts and grips your hips tightly. You feel euphoric, running your hands all over his body, trying to feel every part of him.

“B-bill I’m gonna~ shit I’m so close please don’t stop!” You yelped, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Shhh. Its ok honey, cum for me, please. Please cum.” Both of you were begging for each other, but neither of you felt any shame. You both knew you were meant for each other. You arch your back and let your orgasm rush through you. Bill whimpers at the feeling and his hips stutter. He finishes inside you and you are both left panting and groaning.

“Would you please take me back y/n?”

#bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel smut #tokio hotel fanfic #tokio hotel #tom kaulitz x reader #georg listing x reader #gustav schafer x reader

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remotepixel · 4 months

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headcanons for platonic peter parker who wants to be your brother sooo bad

AAAA ok i want to say thank you so much for requesting !!!!!! i was literally so excited when i saw it lol.

I set this around Homecoming but didn't specify too much.

TW: yandere themes!

I imagine Peter always wanted a sibling.

-As a bullied, ‘weird’ kid, he grew up wishing he could have someone to hang out with when no one else wanted to.

-Of course, his parents always said no (since it obviously isn’t as simple as young him thought) and he never pestered May and Ben about it, too busy grieving and learning the struggles of money, but the idea lingered well into his teens.

-And, when he met you, he couldn’t help but think maybe God was granting him his wish.

He would be very clingy (to put it simply).

-If you’re in the same school, he’ll make you sit with him and his friends at lunch, walk you to and from lessons, anything to keep himself glued to your side.

-If not, he’ll be constantly checking his phone, texting you 24/7 (or calling you if he can), to the point I wouldn’t be surprised if he got a couple detentions for it.

-He acts like being away from you is the worst thing to ever happen to him.

-Like if doesn’t get a constant reminder that you’re not ignoring him and you’re just busy he’s gonna drop dead.

Outside of school, he would normally invite you around his house to build lego Star Wars or binge old movies no one else your age knows.

-I think he’d really like having things only between you two - like an inside joke or a project you work on together - both because he has an excuse to talk to you, and because it makes it seem like you’ve know each other your whole lives (something he wishes desperately was true).

I imagine Aunt May seeing you two hanging out one day, squabbling about how to properly ensemble the last piece (he’d probably go with your judgement no matter what though), and tells him something along the lines of ‘stop fighting with your sibling’ as a joke.

-The way Peter’s face would just be 😯 before breaking into a massive smile that permanently stays on his face for the next month.

-Like, even Aunt May agrees that he’s your brother, that's basically the same as her adopting you, yeah? no-

Peter is a bit delusional if you couldn't tell.

-Like, the way he constantly called Happy because he convinced himself that it was gonna go through eventually? Yeah, you’re getting the same treatment.

-He assumes you feel the same even if you so much as look at him (I bet he’ll think it’s some ‘sibling secret code’ and look at you in the same way so it looks like he understood).

That isn’t to say he’s ignorant to your emotions though.

-He copies your feelings in a way - like, if you’re sad, he’ll be as well, if you’re angry at something, he’ll be angry, etc.

-He isn’t one for violence but I don’t think he would care if Spiderman webbed/roughed up a few people who were annoying you (I don’t think he’d do much more unless you were in serious danger or he got too caught up into his feelings like in no way home).

I can’t believe I didn’t mention this before but he would be so jealous if you actually had (a) sibling(s).

-Like, he’s supposed to be your brother, but now he has to compete with people who know you so much better than he does? People who get to live with you and say you’re related without getting funny looks?

-(He lied to MJ once and it immediately backfired- he just wanted someone to actually think you and him were siblings, ok? Is that really a crime?)

-I don’t think he would have it in him to be outright mean to them, but he wouldn’t be overly nice either, just neutral enough to hide any jealously and not get banned from seeing you.

He tries not to come across as pathetic (don’t tell him he lowkey is-) but he’s never had much of a family before. Sure, he has Aunt May but everyone else? Dead, just like that.

Siblings is a whole new world for him and he just wants to be there for you, be your role model like Stark is for him, and prove that he can be the best brother ever.

I have re-read this but my tenses might be messed up </3

#RemotePixel #platonic yandere #yandere mcu #yandere marvel #yandere Peter Parker #platonic yandere Peter Parker

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some-of-us-watch-the-sunset-too · 10 months

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hi!! i understand if you don’t feel comfortable writing this but could you maybe do a lil thing where someone from the gang realizes reader tried to like. die. and the gang kinda comforts them? again u don’t need to lol

Mental health with the boys

A/N: i’ve got these two asks that are kinda similar so i’m gonna write a bit of a combination of the two. i’ll also say i’m not very yk- all knowing when it comes to this stuff so i’m only taking from my own experiences.

Tags: angsty fluff maybe?

if you told him you were struggling with your mental health Darry would most likely be the most sensible of the boys in the sense that he’d help you find a therapist over just helping you deal with stuff himself. he’d always be there for you when you needed him and he’d help you come up with coping mechanisms. if it was an ED he might make a meal plan with you and you could come over to the curtis’ every evening for dinner if that helped you to eat. he wouldn’t put pressure to eat though of course.

Soda would be like darry in some ways but also he wouldn’t be in other ways. If he found out you were struggling he would be the most caring and supportive person ever in your healing journey. i honestly doubt that a therapist would be his first thought process but it might come a little later. i think he’d try to keep things lighthearted for the most part to try and help you maybe to forget your problems for a little while when you’re together.

Ponyboy, oh poor pony. he really wouldn’t know what to do, especially since he’s so young. he’d try to comfort you hand help as much as he can but he would most likely go to darry for advice on what to do. the one thing i think he’d do well is noticing when you’re getting anxious or something. maybe you tap your foot or bounce your knee, maybe you fiddle with your pen or switchblade or something. whatever it is he’d notice and when he does notice these things, he probably won’t say anything but he’d put his hand on your arm and then if he knew that you didn’t mind hugs when you were anxious he’d hug you.

Dally..as much as i wanna say “he’d be so supportive and always there for you blah blah blah” he wouldn’t really. i mean he’d try to understand but since he’s spent his whole life burying his emotions and ignoring his problems that he wouldn’t know where to begin when trying to help someone else. because of that he’d go to darry for help, so then like i said in darry’s section he’d help you find a councillor or a therapist or something. one thing that i like to think is that when you come home from your therapy sessions that you talk about stuff like coping mechanisms that you can use and then dal would start trying to use them. in some way, you’d be learning how to heal together.

Two-Bit ml, he’d be very different than you might think he would. i mean in the film specifically (in my opinion) he’s presented as always joking and quite frankly- dumb. in the book he is presented similarly but he has a few moments where he can get very philosophical even (dk if that’s the right word or not) when he talks about what life is like for the greasers. given these i think that Two would be very helpful, i honestly think that he secretly has his own stuff going on so he might be able to relate to how you feel and he would 100% help as much as possible. same as pony he’d notice what you do when you get anxious so he’d be first to help you when you do.

I love Steve but if you started crying in front of him he’d be so awkward. he doesn’t really- get sad. he gets angry instead. so he has no clue what to do when someone cries in front of him. he’d go to soda for help on what to do. then soda would go to darry and basically what he does it what darry would do. just like dally over time he’d start to adopt the coping mechanisms you learned and he’d start dealing with his own things too. he’d start journaling. don’t ask why, he just would.

Johnny…well as always with johnny im kinda stumped so ignore how bad this is ok? johnnys sweet, but he’s dealing with so much he just finds it hard to help you yk? you two would lay in the lot and vent to each other but i don’t know if either of you would help each other too much? i say maybe you would convince each other to get professional help n stuff though. in school you two would sneak off together if one of you needed to get away from everything for a bit. again like some of the others, you’d learn to heal together, only this time you’re both aware of it. unlike dal and steve who would try to hide it.

#the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #dallas winston #darry curtis #sodapop curtis #johnny cade #steve randle #two-bit mathews #dallas winston x reader #ponyboy x reader #johnny cade x reader #steve randle x reader #darry curtis x reader #sodapop x reader #two bit x reader #darry x reader #sodapop curtis x reader

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jttwlmkaddiction · 5 months

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Can we talk about Macaque for a minute?

Ok so we do know that Macaque doesn't really have the whole picture for happened to him/between him and Wukong.

Maybe Wukong doesn't really know either. I think Wukong is angry with Macaque for the Jade Emperor incident, but for all we know Macaque might have been killed before he went on the Journey, or while he was on it. Wukong's expression watching the cursed Macaque seems kind of like regret or guilt, but it could be something else. It could be his version of Macaque listening to Wukong talking to MK on the cliff, his moment of realization of what Macaque has been through.

These two juicy bits? I think they're the same.

Anyway, Macaque also has a pretty drastic tone shift in his character but it's pretty justified. We don't know when he was brought back, but is implied that it was recent. So from his POV he is still VERY angry at Wukong for whatever he thinks happened (or not). He was killed, he was angry and he woke up on the REALLY wrong side of the bed and his ex-friend is in the spotlight, being an idiot as usual. he might not even realize that he'd disappeared for so long.

He is terrified of LBD. He doesn't want to do a dang thing for her but he has to, and he's mad at Wukong so why not? And his treatment of MK? Hit Wukong where it obviously would hurt the most and messing with Wukong 2.0 is probably cathartic. He knows the Monkey King won't let anything happen to MK, and he's pissed that he seems to have been forgotten and replaced. Guy is HURTING and they are superpowered monkey demons. He even tells MK he should probably talk it out but he'd be there all day.

Is he wrong for it? Absolutely, but he was in a REALLY bad mood and also terrified of being ded again.

But the moment he is freed from LBD there is an *immediate* shift. He even calls out that he's free, almost like he's expecting everyone else to be as thrilled as he is, like he can FINALLY be on team good guys for real. He tries to get MK to leave, he saves him and takes him where he needs to be (though he is nowhere to be found). He helps the gang with no hint of any ill will (just a lingering pessimistic attitude). He and MK's bonding time obviously meant a lot to him, enough that he keeps paying attention to what he's up to, waiting to jump in and help when Wukong inevitably fails him again.

#monkie kid #lmk #lego monkie kid #macaque #wukong #lmk mk #lmk mei

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sugar-omi · 9 months

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Is it ok to make a request after the last one? Like everything about the eloping was just a dream in this one. And Mc is still married to Cove but after getting that nightmare they get all guilty over something that didn't happen and fear if they'd actually do something that would hurt everyone, especially Cove that badly. So they decided to isolate themselves somewhere no one would find them for a while with little explanation to Cove when they leave. Any location really like a cabin in the woods idk. They were supposed to be only there for a week then a woopsie happens and now they get stranded for more than a week. You're choice on how it ends and whether they tell Cove or not about the dream.

Seeing Cove suffer hurts me so I wanna see the MC suffer (more) :)

HAHA I LOVE IT, YESSS LET MC SUFFER !!!! also ik i wrote it as a "y/n" post but i was like imagining jamie as MC/"y/n" and inserting myself in cove's happy ending <3 lmaooo no one said "y/n" couldn't be someone else 😋 i imagine a lotta ppl read y/n fanfics with their oc's or the default name though too but yes tysm for this ask bc this heals my heart, this is smth i would do!!! one time i read 2 separate fics with character A died and in the other fic character B died n i was like "oh okay theyre happy together now<333" ITS SILLY BUT IT MADE MY HEART FEEL BETTER

[read the post mentioned above: "leaving cove for baxter"]

tags : Hurt/(No) Comfort, step 4/wedding dlc, nightmare about cheating, running away, keeping secrets, arguing <3 (cove snaps abt you leaving)

synopsis : you have a nightmare about leaving cove, so you run away to calm down. maybe you should've taken a different approach...

you wake up in a cold sweat that night.

you're shaking and trying not to wake up cove because his arms are wrapped tightly around you but you can't help the tears running down your face.

somehow you shake yourself from your husbands hold and go to the bathroom to cry...

that morning you're very distant, and since cove has to leave for work as he's been away for awhile for your wedding and honeymoon, he just kisses you and tells you that you will talk later.

when he comes home you sit him down and tell him that you've just going through a bit of depression and burn out, and that you're going to go visit lee for a week and come back.

cove frowns up, of course he understands what you're going through and he understands that things are hard but do you really need to go away?

"y/n, please. i understand you're going through something but, can't you stay? isn't there anything i can do for you?"

you shake your head, "i'm sorry, it's just 5 days and then i'm coming back. i just.. i just need some time."

cove feels a bit angry now, you just got married and everything was fine, you were happy yesterday and now you've done a total 180 overnight and won't let him help you!

"y/n you can't just leave, i really don't understand what's going on."

you shake your head, standing up and releasing your intertwined hands. "i just need a little break, i promise i'll be back soon."

you do go visit lee like you said, but after the 2nd day she leaving town for a show.

"i'm gonna miss you!" lee squeezes you in her arms, not wanting to let you go. "you just showed up, its gonna be forever before we see each other~" lee whines.

you laugh, patting her back. "its okay lee, we'll get together soon."

she pulls away, needing to leave soon if she doesn't want to miss the train. "okay.. i'll call you everyday! have fun on the rest of your trip, okay?" a worried look comes on lee's face, taking your hand in a soothing manner. "i hope you can work through that burn out."

you nod. yeah, burn out...

lee sticks her hand out the window, waving the whole way (thank god someone else is driving) until you can't see each other.

you sigh, walking to your car and make your way to the hotel you booked for the rest of the week...

the beach reminds you of your honeymoon... you aren't sure why you're torturing yourself like this.

you sigh, thinking about the dream. well, nightmare to be correct.

there was nothing inherently scary. but since it was from a first-person point of view, your mouth moving out of tune with your thoughts and everything happening so vividly, it was scary enough.

you feel tears well up in your eyes as you think about everyone's reaction.

would your ma really tell you to stay away from the house like that? and lee.. you can't imagine not talking to her.

fuck, you're crying... just thinking about everyone's disappointment and the scorn on everyone's face is enough to send chills down your spine.

you cringe, thinking about cliff and krya, their messages and how cliff looked so distraught when he saw you when he came for the last of cove's things on your nightmare.

you couldn't bare your in-laws hating you. cliff has always been someone important to you, and now he's your father-in-law. he's a sensitive soul as well, and he loves cove so much. of what had happened was real... oh man, the simple idea of how much regret cliff would have makes your body shake with sobs.

and even though you try not to think about cove's reaction to you leaving, its so prominent in your mind.

you start wiping at your tears, even though there's no one around since this is a little edge of beach off the edge of a hiking trail near your hotel, you feel so ridiculous for crying over this.

you sniffle and go to stand up.

it's getting dark, you've off the trail, and you have an early day tomorrow.

the only problem is... you're a bit lost.

you didn't realize how far you were. you're back on the trail but do you go left or right? does it matter if it all leads back to the hotel?

you swallow, you're so fucked.

everything is just going wrong.

first, you get lost on the shitty trail and don't find your way back until daybreak, and now your car isn't starting up, and the mechanic said it'll be a few days before they get it up and running.

you sigh loudly and fall back into the bed. thankfully, the hotel let you extend your stay so at least you have that going for you...

you startle from the sound of your phone ringing... it's cove.

you hesitate to pick up, you still feel sensitive, but you miss cove, and you've already texted him about the situation for the most part..

"hey, cove.."

"y/n! are you okay?" cove's worried voice crackles over the phone.

"yeah, i'm alright, uh.. listen, cove."

you trace the stitch pattern of the quilt on your bed. "apparently, it'll be a few days before the car is up and running. something about a busted something, i don't know what he said. i wasn't, uh, paying attention very well..."

cove sighs. "y/n... I'll come get you or something, and then we can talk about this, okay?"

you feel your heart pick up. "no! th-theres no need for all that, you just hold down the fort, tell the fish I said hi." you laugh shakily.

you can practically hear the frown in his voice. "y/n. why did you go on this trip, seriously. what are you hiding from me?"

cove's voice is rising and cracking with tears at the same time.

it breaks your heart. you can't answer him and it just makes cove more upset.

"do you regret marrying me or something? is that why-!"

"no!" you exclaim. suddenly regretting your outburst but you can't help but deny it since that's not it and you don't want cove to think that...

"then fucking tell me!" cove is obviously crying at this point. "all I know is my spouse left for a 'break' and is now telling me they don't want me to pick them up? be fucking serious y/n!"

you exhale shakily, wiping your own tears.

"i'm sorry..." you whisper, burying your face in your hand.

"sorry for what, y/n? leaving me after we just got married? lying to me? shutting me out?"

cove's voice is deep and his words have an edge.

he's right though, what are you apologizing for? you're acting out and letting your problem consume you...

there's silence, and then cove mutters over the phone.

"... do you not love me anymore?"

you snap up, sliding off the edge of the bed as you snatch up the phone. "no! it's not that! don't say that!" you cry, "I love you so much, cove! don't even think otherwise!"

cove is silent. since you can't see his face you can't decide if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

"you know what i... i can't take this right now. I'll call you later."

the phone clicks.

now all you're left with is silence and your own thoughts...

when you finally come home it's 11:47 at night.

cove should be asleep but instead he greets you from the door.

you swallow, psyching yourself up to go to him.

something about the way he watches you from the moment you came into view on the street, to watching you pull your bags out the trunk and then maintaining eye contact (more like boring holes into you since you can't look him in the eye.) as you creep up the pathway to the door of your marital home.

he's silent. just watching. no "hi" or "I love you" or "I missed you, I barely survived while you were gone", just.. silence...

you finally look at him. his eyes are hooded with lack of sleep if the eye bags are any tellers, and yet he stands in front of the illuminated doorway like an unmoveable wall.

your heart skips and clenched. what if he doesn't want to let you back in?

you go to speak and he talks over you.

"was it worth it?"

you gape at him, frowning at his question.

"of course you can't say anything. what did I expect..." cove pinches his temples between his thumb and forefinger.

you gather up some words, uselessly trying to grasp for forgiveness.

"i.. i thought it'd be better if i worked things out on my own... i'm sorry.." you fiddle with the keychain on your luggage. "i shouldn't have done that and uh.. I'll deal with my problems without running away.."

cove watches you blankly. he can't believe you're serious.

"you're not gonna tell me, are you?"

you don't nod or shake your head. you just look at the ground and pray he forgives you.

he stands in front of the door for awhile longer, before he takes your luggage, a little more like snatching it since he grabs it by the side of the handle and tugs it out of your hands, pulling you forward.

"come inside. did you eat?"

you gape a bit, wondering how cove can care for you in a time like this but it reminds you more of a mother who's making sure her naughty child doesn't need anything else before they receive their punishment..

you shake your head. "i'm not hungry right now.."

cove doesn't nod or insist you eat like he normally would. "shower and go to bed then. I'll join you later."

you nod, letting cove's orders sink in.

the bath water is getting cold. and the sound of the echoed sound of water clapping against the edge of the tub makes you self-conscious.

you stand up, letting the water run off of you and robotically dry yourself with a towel before slipping into the clothes cove threw on top of the sink for you.

when you slip out of your bathroom, the bedroom is dark except for the moonlight coming through the window.

you tenderly tuck yourself into bed and close your eyes. waiting for something. anything. maybe for everything to become undone or for time to move past this.

just while you start to get deep into your thoughts, tears pooling in your eyes, cove's footsteps thump against the floor, and you halt your breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

the bed dips on his side. you don't feel him leaning over you or getting into bed and so you turn around, looking at the broad expanse of his back and waiting.

"you're not gonna tell me, are you?"

you say nothing.

"not what's wrong? what happened? how can I help?" cove's desperate at this point. "nothing?"

you pause, fingers twitching because you want to reach out to him but if you did he'll just shrink away from you for sure.

"I don't know.." you finally mumble.

cove hangs his head, fiddling with something in his hand and he lays down without looking at you, flipping over once he's gotten under the covers.

you're both awake, there's no way he isn't and you touch his back.

he doesn't flinch like you thought, nor shake or tell you to fuck off.

so you creep closer. maybe that's a bad idea, wrapping your arms around him as the worst he can do is reject you but you missed him. and everything is eating you up that you just want his comfort..

he let's you, surprisingly.

you rest your forehead between his shoulder blades, curving your body against his.

you reach for his hands, finding them clenched weakly around something.

you wanna shake and cry when you realize it's his wedding band...

he let's you take it from him, and he holds onto your other hand that's tucked under his body.

you shakily slip the ring back on his finger.

maybe, maybe one day you'll tell him.

but when the next morning comes, and cove greets you with a bright smile and "good morning" that only has half his usual cheer, and he continues it for weeks until months have passed since then and it's as if nothing happened, you aren't sure you ever will.

#our life: beginnings & always #olba #cove holden #cove holden x reader #cove x reader #cove x mc #cove holden smut #cove our life #our life cove #cove holden x mc #cove holden x reader angst #angst #hurt/comfort #hurt/no comfort

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atom-writings · 1 year

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WAIT A SEC..... you'd do reqs for the batman 2022? if not, i understand, but if you do: can i get uhhh what dano!riddler would look for in a (gn) partner? and/or headcanons on what kind of boyfriend he would be?

(Edward Nashton X Reader) General Relationship Headcanons

(Gender Neutral) Headcanons ~ A/N YES YES YES ok sorry guys skipping ahead for this bcs i want to write it ok thank you. Everyone go listen to mook right now

Trigger Warning: Edward Is Not A Healthy Person Much Less a Healthy Boyfriend, possessiveness kind of? Swearing, also.

Edward is a simple if not unstable man. He’s always been uncontrollably attracted to those that can take care of him. Those that are more like housewives and mothers compared to hard workers. Of course, that’s not to say that he’s only into women. Not at all.

But what he really wants out of a partner is someone willing to focus all of their emotional energy on him. He wants to consume your thoughts, to become that voice in the back of your head. So no matter where you are, you’re caring about him more than anything else.

Because of that… he’d also prefer a S/O that isn’t too independent. There’s nothing more satisfying to him than coming home to you… sobbing because of his absence. Because god help whoever else makes you cry.

Someone weak and unassuming would be perfect too… it just feeds into his ego. Being able to tower over you, grab you and pull you in whichever way he likes… it makes him feel high. He’s always been seen as so sensitive and feeble, so being the strong one out of the two of you, god, he just absolutely loves it.

You’d think he would like someone who struggled as he has, but it’s actually the opposite. He would prefer someone stable and healthy, for one simple reason. If you were as tortured as he was, he wouldn’t be getting a lot of your attention and sympathy, would he? He wants you to fix him… he’ll get around to doing the same for you sometime later though, don’t worry.

However, he would despise having a successful partner. It feels like you’re… looking down on him, PITYING him, just like everyone else. No, no, he has to be the one holding position over you, not the other way around. That’s not to say he sees himself completely as superior to you, though.

As high as his standards may seem, he is an incredibly forgiving and loving boyfriend. You’ve brought him out of the darkness countless times, and he could never do enough to make up for that. Or at least, that’s what he tells himself.

He’s very, very, very clingy. Anytime that he can be, he’s with you. At home, he’s always holding you close by your hips. On the train to and from work, he insists you come with him so he can hold your hand. At work, he’s texting you constantly. That’s probably the main way his selfishness comes out… he just needs your constant attention and approval.

Anytime that he can, he shows you off. If you’re shy about PDA, that’ll hurt him a little bit. He wants to bring you around, his arm wrapped around your shoulder, just to prove to everyone that he can. Very much a… “You jackasses thought I couldn’t do it. But I did. I got a partner. And they’re incredible. You miserable bastards wish you had a partner like I do,” … complex.

Although he likes more house-wifey S/Os, when he gets home he loves to pamper you. You’ll have to beg him not to make you dinner after he gets out of work most nights. After all, isn’t that what he wanted you to do for him?

Maybe trade out “taking care of you,” for “taking care of his disgusting apartment.”

He’s put up with so much in his life that it’s hard for him to get truly angry with you. Like even if you slapped him across the face, he’d probably just tear up and ask why you did that, compared to screaming and throwing things. (Well, it’s a different story when he’s in his whole… Riddler mood.) He just can’t imagine hurting such an innocent being who has done so much for him. It makes him a little too forgiving.

But it just makes him even more of a teddy bear around you. And who doesn’t want that? Sure, sometimes he goes mad and brutally executes the corrupt elite, but more importantly he is doing it all to make a better world for the two of you to share! You deserve it, you know?

#edward tag #riddler x you #riddler x reader #riddler x y/n #edward nashton x reader #edward nashton x you

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my-rose-tinted-glasses · 6 months

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So many things have been written already, but since I can't stop thinking about it, I need to write some stuff down. Or as @twig-tea would say #typed so that I can stop thinking it.

We could talk all day long about what the show intended to say or not, what the show intended to portray and what message was actually all of it about.

But, as with most things, we will never know for sure. And you know what? It doesn't matter.

Because when you make anything for others to watch, as soon as the product leaves your hands, you give up any control you have over how it is perceived. That's, more often than not, the hardest part in creating anything. You lose all control over the thing, and all you can do is hope that what you wanted to do, was what people wanted to see, and what you wanted to say, was what people heard.

Sometimes these two things don't match up.

So, I won't speculate any more about what Jojo and co. wanted to say with this, or what they wanted the take away to be.

I'm fan of Jojo. Not in the way of, everything he's done was perfect, but I adore Gay Ok, I completely enjoyed 3wbf and warp effect surprised me weekly in a good way. I was happy. I was content. And maybe that set my expectations too high, because my biggest feeling about ofts finale is disappointment.

Before anything else, I fully admit by biases influenced my viewing of some things, but that is unavoidable.

I started this show relating a bit too much to some of the characters and that made it hard for me in the beginning. Specially when you have people talk about this characters in such a way that, at times, legitimately made me feel bad about myself. So basically I had to create a barrier. And look at this show in a more critical way. I still felt emotionally connected to the chars, but in a different way. And with that critical view came a whole set of new problems.

Whatever the direction the show was heading in the beginning, got completely lost somewhere in the middle. And I'm strictly talking about the writing now. The show lost all coherence in character development and any type of episodic theme went out the window.

I’ll start just referencing the frame works. (very well documented by @slayerkitty) They started as some sort of commentary that we could point to and say, that’s what they’re trying to say about this, that's the lesson this week. That got abandoned.

As I’ve written before, when the show started and we were introduced to the characters, we were led to believe that Boston, Ray, Mew and Cheum were the mains and where going to have equal weight throughout the show. That disappeared when Cheum did. It turns out it wasn’t that way after all. And as we started to see couples forming, or at least coupling happening, we knew who the mains were again. Because we got some (Top not included) of their backstories and povs.

The fear crept in here, that, because it’s gmmtv, we were heading to shipper land and all was but an illusion. But still the in p’jojo we trust was strong so we collectively, said to ourselves – It can’t be that. This is the messy show, with the messy gays, this is Jojo! And at least for me, that’s where it all began to fall apart. Genuine character growth got substituted for easy conflict, depth of character got substituted by fluffy couple moments that seemed out of place. [That is also why the beginning of Top/Mew was so divisive for so many people. Because, it could be cute in any other show, but it couldn’t be here. Because once again - This is the messy show, with the messy gays, this is Jojo! ] We got no accountability for most actions, no genuine character growth for most characters and in the end, nothing feels earned. And personally, it pisses me of when chars don’t get what they deserve, and worst, somehow end up on top, or thinking they are on top, or are morally superior.

But, even if that didn’t make me angry, it’s lazy writing. It’s conflict for conflict sake, it’s new storylines/characters that bring excitement but no follow through. it’s trauma as the easiest way to give a character depth (which I hate with a passion), it’s moral lessons that have absolutely no place here (This is the messy show, with the messy gays, this is Jojo! ) and worst of all it’s wasted potential. I might write more about this later, or on rewatch, but for today this is what I needed to type.

#still angry but less #maybe...#only friends the series #rose rambles #ofts

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todayisyourturntolose · 7 months

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Share pdude hcs??? 😈

ok soooo. idk if you mean one pdude in particular sooo imma do the basic ones! (p1,p2,p3,p4)

good lord it has been forever since ive been able to write down my hcs for these sillies, and i have a whole bunch so i'll put it under le cut :)

-well versed in ASL, uses it in overwhelming situations

-sunglasses double as prescription lenses (i give this hc to basically all of the other dudes, but i think p1 would need glasses more than any of them)

-probably the smartest of the other dudes. essentially a polymath. if you ask him a question about almost anything, he'd probably give you a reasonable answer

-surprisingly good at drawing. does better with drawing portraits rather than full body. has a very scratchy and rough looking art style

-(technically canon bcuz of like, the war journal) writes in a journal (essentially a diary, but he'd rather die than call it that), mainly writes about his emotions and internal struggles, but sometimes writes about the other dudes and his experiences with them

-cannot go to sleep in silence. he's gotta have music on or some sort of background noise or else his mind starts to wander

-physically can't stay in one place without moving. whether it be rocking in place, tapping his foot, or shifting his weight from one foot to the other, he's always making some sort of movement.

-actually pretty friendly to those around him. he just has a pretty short temper, getting easily agitated by things (or people) around him

-besides p1, probably the skinniest of all the dudes. mans is all bones compared to say p4 or p3

-champ is his emotional support animal. he's been through a lot, and champ is basically his only refresher from the hell he lives in

-strangely flexible...can slip through fairly small cracks and corners easily

-has a LOT of vocal stims. this mf meows whenever he sees a cat. he makes random noises to himself. he repeats things that he hears others say

-got a surprisingly good amount of muscle on him. goes to the gym pretty often. definitely flexes whenever he gets the chance

-slight southern accent. very noticeable when he gets angry or when he talks fast. if you point it out to him, he'd probably get really embarrassed

-average r&b enjoyer. out of the blue, p1 once asked who luther vandross was, to which p3 gave an almost hour long lecture about the importance of r&b and why it's one of the best genres to date, why old r&b is miles better than new r&b, quizzing p1 on different artists, etc

-also an unironic country music enjoyer. he begs and pleads the other dudes to let him play just a little bit of johnny cash whenever he's offered the aux cord. maybe a bit of dolly parton. hell, probably some shania twain, if he's feeling bold.

-a fairly good singer. he's no freddie mercury, but to say he's horrible would be an overstatement. knows what songs are in his range, and which ones aren't. isn't really one to sing out loud in front of a lot of people, though. (one time, he sang to p1 in an attempt to calm him down during one of his moments. it worked, surprisingly :0)

-one of the happiest dudes. at this point in his life, he's not nearly as violent as the others (he still has his moments, of course, but he's not one to just spontaneously go ham) and just sorta accepts things as they are

-a genre GOD. this man listens to pretty much everything. his favorite genres are funk, nu-metal (or metal in general), pop, and r&b (he and p3 bond over their fav artists)

-while champ is basically an emotional support animal to p2, to p4, champ is more of a service dog. he's getting older, which means he isn't able to do things as easily as he used to, so champ is there to fetch things for him and in general, just help him with daily tasks

-very confident with who he is. he isn't embarrassed by the things he does. he takes pride in being different.

-doesn't give himself labels when it comes to sexuality or gender. it's not that he's against it, he just prefers the idea of being unlabeled. (though, i personally hc him as being pansexual and transmasc. you go grandpa.)

-DAD BOD. a fair bita muscle, though. he's pretty strong compared to the other dudes.

-has an array of random talents. one day he'll just start juggling randomly and be like "oh, this? yeah, i picked it up a few years ago. nothing to write home about, to be honest."

aaaaand that's all! sorry if it's a lot, i just rlly have a lot to say abt these goobers (and even more to say abt the dudes i didn't include!)

#postal #postal dude #postal 1 #postal 2 #postal 3 #postal 4

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bratshaws · 2 years

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goodness gracious 19. brb x oc

a/n: HEH hi, hi guys......um........im...going through it! Going through it but I managed to finish chapter 19!! hope you guys like it, I missed writing and Im glad my mental health allowed me to finish it. also, I tried get as much info as I could in Little Italy ( again remember im not amurican ok tha nk )

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: no rooster :(, bea avoiding talking to the last heads of the Hydra, overprotective parents.

chapters:

1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10/11/12/13/14/15/16/17/18

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@peachiicherries @mak-32 @lizziespidiepridie @roosterswifey

“So, you called your brother and your sisters.” Shells asked Bea while watching her friend hold herself upside down on the pole, her thighs clenching on the iron bar. The blonde stood by with her hands on her waist, keeping an eye on Beatrice and keeping alert if she needed to help her come down quickly.

“Yeah,” Beatrice, the upside down view of Shells’ face was weird but she got used to it quickly, holding herself as straight as possible “It wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be.” she begins, “Marina honestly said that it was about time and she almost asked Derek to see if any of his doctor friends would be interested in me. Michael got a bit…I don’t know, he was a bit surprised, but he said he was happy for me.”

“Did he?”

“I mean,” she furrowed her eyebrows, “He spat out his coffee, which was what I thought Sabrina would do when I told her about it. But he wasn’t angry or anything.” she slowly dangles her body forward to slide down the pole, wiping the sweat forming on her temple, “So…it’s been going well so far.”

Shells hums, going to her own pole with Bea close behind, assuming the position her friend was just seconds before - albeit with a lot more grunting and cursing - “Now there’s only Guillermo and your parents.”

Beatrice lowered her eyes, “Yeah…I’m not…really confident about the three.” Was she probably overthinking? Maybe, but she knew her parents and Guillermo way too well, especially considering her oldest brother took a five hours flight just because her parents asked him to check on her. Not to mention her dad. God her father. Beatrice sighed, looking up at Shells’ upside down pose in silence, choosing to change the subject “Did Bob…message you yet?”

The blonde looked at her friend with her eyes stilling, then she looked away. “No. Did Rooster?” the brunette shook her head negatively, “Yeah, well, they did say they’d be outta contact for a while right?”

“Yeah…” Beatrice looks down at her thumb where her ring used to be, rubbing the slight discoloration on the skin there, “I hope they are okay.'' He has to be, he has to be okay. Which he is, he is okay, he’s safe. God she missed him so much already, three days and she’s already missing him. She only relaxed whenever she inhaled his scent on the Navy hoodie she took home from Sunday, it helped her sleep.

“But you know what?” Shells’ voice snaps her out of her thoughts, “I’m going to prepare him a feast for when he comes back.” her friend has that specific smirk on her face, the one that always screamed ‘i am up to no good’ . “I’m going to go to that nice sex shop downtown, buy myself an arsenal of sexy stuff and prepare something that he will never forget.”

Beatrice widened her eyes, looking around the studio in fear someone else heard their conversation, but they were too busy with their own training and the music pumping prevented them from hearing anything but the song. However…that genuinely made something in Bea’s head spring up “...you and Bob…already did it?”

“Oh yeah,” Shells chuckles, “That sweet face of his hides a lot of delicious secrets.” she says, rolling off the pole to land on her feet, “Not to mention, I have a whole gallery of nudes I’ll send him.”

“Nudes?” Bea questioned quietly, looking down at her hands with her lips parted. She…could do that, right? She could send some to Rooster…but she didn’t want it to be just a simple nude, she wanted it to be a lot more…sensual? Some mood lighting, perhaps? She looks up only to see Shells leaning an arm on the pole with the same smirk still on her face, one eyebrow going up, “I-I was just thinking!”

“Hmhm, about giving Rooster a nice gift he could unwrap back home huh?” Bea blushed a bright red, “Girl, why are you blushing? You think I didn’t see those bites on your neck? Or the way you two left the club? Or how you didn’t come back home on Sunday?”

“I–I never…” she lowered her voice, biting her lower lip, “I never sent anyone a nude, I don’t know what to do.”

Shells smiled, tilting her head then sweeping a hand over her body, “That's why you got me, I’m going to guide you in this journey young grasshopper.” she leans closer, “We should go to the sex shop after this, get you settled for him. What do you say?”

Beatrice hesitates for a bit,running her fingers through her ponytail as she thinks on it, but then she nods with her cheeks burning so bright she’d be used to signal planes. She tried to ignore the huge smile that split across Shells’ face, focusing back on finishing the class instead. Honestly it was a nice distraction from talking to her parents and final brother too, buying lingerie and other stuff? Yes, absolutely.

The class finished without issues, just Shells complaining about her muscles being sore but that was a common occurrence every time, with Tiff telling them she’d see them next week. Shells hooked her arm on Bea’s elbow, guiding the two to her Buick with a pep on her step. Beatrice didn’t know about the sex shop she talked about, mostly because she hasn’t been in one since she was twenty years old and was curious about…things…she couldn’t really talk about with her parents or siblings. Not because she was a girl, but because she was the youngest and they felt it wouldn’t be good for her innocent mind.

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the memory, she had sex ed at school. She wasn’t innocent at all, she knew things…maybe not hands on learning, but she knew the basics! Most of the stuff she ended up knowing she read online in fanfictions about her favorite shows, while she was safe from her family’s eyes in her room. Her first time was with Eric unfortunately, it wasn’t great, it was actually very quick and unimpressive, but for someone so young she thought it’d get better and that they were both nervous about it.

Her thoughts stopped when Shells parked the car in front of a black storefront, with the word ‘Silence… pleasure shop’ on dark letterings standing above the door. She looked around the street, noticing they were a bit farther from the common shopping center area. There was nothing that screamed sex shop besides the use of colors and the pleasure shop, the windows showed parts of the shop where honestly you couldn’t see much besides a few mannequins wearing negligees or short camisoles.

Shells was the first to enter, with Beatrice going right behind, her green eyes widening once she was inside. Well, it was a sex shop because what the windows didn’t showed was the amount of different apparatuses and clothing inside, especially the ones on the wall where the glass from the window couldn’t reach. There was the sound of heels approaching them, with Bea looking ahead to see a woman about their age with short platinum blonde hair and a vinyl styled dress, “Hello! Welcome to Silence!I’m Sydney,how can I help you two today?”

“Hi! So,” Shells looked around while rubbing her hands together, “We are trying to find something for our boyfriends, they were deployed on Monday and will be gone for two months. We need something to…make ‘em feel at home, you know?” Sydney lets out a knowing ‘ah’, then looks at the two of them for a while, squinting her eyes playfully.

She takes the two women to the back of the shop, where a staircase leads to the biggest area in the building, storage size almost, with things from floor to ceiling. Beatrice is so amazed by her surroundings she doesn’t hear what Shells is telling Sydney, only looking back when they reach the bottom of the stairs and the platinum haired woman is looking at her expectantly, “Oh, um…I…I dunno really what I’m looking for.” they had sex once, it was amazing, but she started to doubt herself on what he’d be into.

“Well, that’s what I’m here for!” Sydney smiles, “We can figure some stuff out, how about…let’s start with your favorite colors.”

“Oh, um…I like lilacs, teals, pinks, maybe something like light orange too?” She could see Sydney making notes in her head, all the while listening to her.

“What about your boyfriend? What does he like about you?”

What did Bradley like about her? She immediately blushed, looking at her hands, “Um…if he was here he’d probably say everything.” Sydney’s face softened, her hand touching her chest as she looked absolutely melted by that statement.

“That is so sweet.”Sydney said, “You are a very lucky girl. I think I have the perfect ones for you. Why don’t you follow me?” Beatrice blinked in surprise, how did she already figure something out for her? But she nodded, looking to where Shells was.Her blonde friend was holding up a nurse outfit in front of her body, then changing it to a police officer one, while there were several types of lingerie on the crook of her arms.

She wasn’t too far from her, so she just decided to follow Sydney to the other part of the store, watching the platinum blonde pick certain items from the clothing racks. It was so fast she couldn’t see much of what the outfits looked like, until they reached another counter where Sydney stood behind, putting everything on display.

She had never seen such pretty lingerie in her whole life: most of them were the colors she said, but Sydney told her that red was a great color for her skin tone. That made a shiver run through her, because those were Bradley’s words for her, so she agreed on getting something red. She didn’t get any outfits, because she didn’t know if he’d be…into that, he seemed to prefer her wearing his clothes more than anything else. Beatrice liked three of the ten options Sydney brought up, she had no idea how she figured out her size without asking her, but she liked the options she brought up.

She was never one who got a lot of lingerie in her life, most things weren't her size and if they were, they looked like only someone over seventy could wear it. She was very thankful of how the world changed when it came to plus size people, it wasn’t a lot of progress but it was enough for them to get more options in outfits.

Since she only had lingerie her purchase was a lot lighter than Shells’ was, her eyes widening when she saw her friend holding boxes of things she didn’t really want to know what it was. She was just happy with her purchase and she hoped Rooster would be as well, holding the black and red bag close to her chest, with a little smile.

There wasn’t much they could do once they got out of the shop, going back to Shells’ car once they completed their shopping, with the blonde taking Bea home with a grin that could probably rip her face in half at how wide it was.

Beatrice greeted Jolene before going up into the loft to put the newly purchased undergarments inside her armoire’s drawers, her smile faltering for a second as she checked her phone, unlocking to see that Rooster still hadn’t replied.

She shouldn’t be obsessed with that. He’s doing his job and she understood, no matter what her anxious thoughts would tell her, she believed him and his talent, she believed his team, she believed they’d all come back soon. So,with a deep breath she finished setting her new clothing aside to stand to her feet.

Nevermind she was also ignoring how she had to contact the final three. The so called last heads of the Hydra. She sighed, tsking in annoyance before standing to her feet, “I better get this over with,” she muttered to herself, thumbing down her contacts until she found Guillermo’s number.

Settling herself on her couch, with Jojo by her feet snoozing happily on the floor, Beatrice waited with baited breath for Guillermo to pick up. She knew her oldest brother hated video calls, so it was just going to be a simple talk by phone, a call she just couldn’t help but be nervous about.

The phone was picked up and he spoke before she could, “I was wondering when you’d call me.” his deep voice said from the other line, “Considering the topic you wanted to share.”

Beatrice blinked in surprise, then furrowed her eyebrows. How did he know? Oh…wait, Michael. Michael definitively told him already, “Do you have to be so ominous and cryptic?...you know what, don’t answer–”

“You have a boyfriend now.” he cuts her again, “Someone you met at the bar.” he didn’t sounded as disgusted as she thought he’d be when mentioning the Hard Deck, she hoped it was because their last conversation opened his eyes a bit more, “You’ve been together a month and hadn’t told anyone.”

“For good reason, don’t you think?” she retorted, narrowing her eyes at the open space of her living room, “You’d just scare him off.”

“If you think that then he isn't that brave of a pilot as you say he is.”

“Don’t talk about him like that, you don’t know him.” she even straightened herself on the couch, “This is the exact reason why I hesitated so much, you’d think there’s something wrong with him or that he’s not good enough and that’s not true! Bradley is the sweetest, kindest guy I’ve ever met, he cares about me.”

“We are yet to meet him.” he replied and she groaned in annoyance, tossing her head back against the couch, “We should come to our own conclusions, don’t you think?”

Beatrice bit her lip hard enough she was sure she tasted blood, but she just frowned even more, “You will meet him, when he comes back from deployment.” she explains in a huffe breath, bringing one of her fingers to her mouth to bite a cuticle out of nerves “But when I decide it too, just telling you guys about him is enough for now.”

“Is he coming to the wedding?” Guillermo asks suddenly, which makes his sister pause the chewing on her finger. He must’ve noticed her confused silence because he then added, “...aunt Martha’s wedding. In November.”

“No!No, absolutely not!” she said quickly once her memory wracked back in recognition, “There’s no way I’m taking Brad to the wedding. I want him to meet you guys, not the whole gang.”

“Dad will ask about it.” Guillermo says, “You know he will.”

Shit…he had a point. Her father, once he knows about Brad, would question if he’d join the celebration. It’s more of a test than cordiality, he’d make him meet all the other members , then he’d develop a strategy on how to get answers out of him. The wedding completely slipped her mind and now she had to figure out how to prevent Bradley from being thrown to the wolves, “I-I’ll figure something out, talk to dad.” her brother just hums, “I will talk to dad, not you.”

There’s an awkward pause, that Beatrice chooses to break with a sigh, “I like him, Gui. I like him so much…I just…want you guys to like him too. I don’t want to lose him.”

“You liked Eric too.”

“He’s not Eric. He’s anything but Eric.” she snarled, clenching her hand into a fist on top of her thigh, “Don’t you dare compare him and Eric. Brad is more than Eric ever thought he’d be.” Guillermo is silent after that, she could only hear his breathing from the other line, the sound of traffic mixing in the background meaning her brother was out around Manhattan if she wasn’t wrong.

“...you like him a lot.”

“I do,” the L word popped in her brain again, “I like him a whole lot, Guillermo.”

“...I won’t be cruel and say I’m not happy for you Bea. I want you to be happy and you know that, no matter how much you disagree with certain things I say.” she makes a noise of disapproval but says nothing else, “I want to meet him, whenever you plan on sharing him with us.”

She parted her lips, her eyes slipping shut as she let out a sigh of relief, “I will…I promise.” she whispers, “...thank you, Guillermo.”

“You are welcome, Bea…but you better get to mom and dad fast. You know they’ll figure out something is up soon enough…” his voice distances from the speaker, “I gotta go, I’ll talk to you soon. Bye.” she replies back her own goodbye before he finishes the call. Her phone drops down to her lap and her hands come up to rub her face, keeping her palms against her eyes in complete silence as she digested everything that had just happened.

Guillermo, while sounding displeased, didn’t stop her from going off about Bradley, even keeping his mouth shut when she defended him from his questioning and accusations. He was right in cutting the final heads before they get bigger, about dealing with their parents before, god forbid, they heard from someone else - Leo or Michael - that she was dating someone for a month.

She checked the time on her phone, chewing the inside of her lower lip in thought, meeting Jolene’s eyes as if the pittie would have answers to her torment. Shockingly, the auburn haired dog just stretched herself on the floor and fell asleep with her pink tummy up, alas giving her owner no answers.

So then, Beatrice thought with her eyebrows furrowed, there was only one thing left to do.

Little Italy was where she grew up, where they all grew up and where her parents remained in their golden years. Driving up the streets she knew from childhood, she couldn’t help but feel a mix of apprehension and nostalgia every time she turned a corner and saw a store that was there from the time she was just a young girl.

The colors, the smell, everything reminded her of a more innocent time in her life - innocent and sheltered- where she’d go with her mother or her nonna to the mercato on Saturdays to get fresh produce for the weekend lunches or when there would be the Little Italy Carnevale and she’d hide behind her father in fear of the Venetian masks parading around the street, with her face so pressed against the back of his linen pants it’d mark her skin.

God she hadn’t returned in months. Ever since she moved out.

She clenched her hands on the wheel, sucking in a breath of bravery as she neared her parents’ street, trying to keep her mind clean and eyes focused until she saw their house. It didn’t take long for the army green two story home to appear in her view, the tree in front still full and starting to brown while her mother’s red rose shrubs adorned the front, some of the leaves climbing up to the white steps railing. “It’s fine.” she whispered to herself, “I’ll be fine, there’s nothing to be worried about.” she licked her lips, her arms shaking with nerves, “It’s all…fine…just talk, you can talk to them.”

She parked the Subaru a bit farther from the entrance, not ready if her mother came slamming the door open. She wanted to think of how she’d act, “Hi mama, hi papa.” she whispered to herself, slowly sliding out of the car, “It’s been a while, yes I’m sorry for not calling I’ve been busy.” she rehearsed in her mind, her eyes moving up to the house “I just wanted to stop by and talk to you two, there’s something you should know…”

Beatrice clenched her hands around her bag strap, her steps weighing down on the wooden boards making them creak in complaint. She made it to the front door, the stained glass flower hid most of the inside from her view, but she could hear the sound of a piano being played.

So, she took another breath for courage, then pressed the doorbell. She heard the piano stop and then her father called her mother’s name, which in return she said she’d get it. The ‘thunk thunk’ of her heels only got closer, her mother opening the door just a fraction before a noise made out of her throat, “Oh my god!!” her mother, her sweet 5’4” mother - 5’6” in heels- with dark brown hair and perfect skin for her age yanked the door open.

You would think Beatrice was returning from war by the way she reacted: tears immediately falling down her eyes, her arms wrapping around her daughter’s neck and pulling her down to her height. Beatrice made a noise of complaint, coughing when her mother’s arms just squeezed, “Mom, mom, it’s fine–”

“My baby!OH my baby!!” Claudia shouted, pressing a series of wet kisses to her youngest daughter’s cheeks, cupping them to look up at her, “Oh it’s been so long! So long! Oh, I– Rafael! Rafael, Beatrice is home!!” her mother just tugs her inside before Bea could stop her, closing the door in behind her with a kick.

The two pitbulls, Jolene’s parents, immediately rose from their spots in the floral patterned couch to greet the brunette with the same excitement. Pomodoro and Marinara were their names, something her father made a tradition to all their pets: name them after food. The large dogs tumbled over each other, trying to get and give attention “Oh hey, hey guys!” Beatrice cooed, crouching down to let the pitbulls lick her face, “Enough! Enooough!” she tries to push them away while laughing, Pomodoro making sure his tongue licked even parts of her hair.

“Oh bambina,” Claudia smiled, gently shushing the dogs away, “Oh what a wonderful surprise, oh! Oh, are you hungry?”

“Um, no mama, I–”

“I’ll reheat the lasagna,” Claudia announces, already backing into the kitchen.

“But I already ate–”

“Nonsense! Nonsense! Go greet your father! I’ll call you when it’s done.”

Beatrice sighed, dropping her bag on the couch when she figured out her mother wouldn’t take a no, “Like always,” she murmured under her breath, looking up to the hallway next to the staircase that led to her father’s study, the piano still being played. She sighed, wiping her face from dog drool the best she could before she walked forward, her head tilting at the several pictures of her family members - and her own family- adorning the striped wallpaper, smiling when she saw the younger picture of her nonna and nonno on their wedding day.

Strange, she never noticed her nonno had a mustache.

She shook her head then, walking faster until she reached the open door to her father’s study.Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata was being played when she stopped by the doorframe, a smile spreading over her lips when she figured out the song. Her father had his back to her, the large black console piano in front of him, while around him were bookcases, four on each wall of the room. The large window that overlooked his garden shone with the afternoon sunlight, painting the room in a light yellow.

Beatrice stood there, silent, while her father’s hand moved speedily across the ivory keys, his light blue shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, where she could see his old watch moving every time he pressed a key. His hair, once deep black, was now streaked with gray and was a bit longer below his nape. Even in his age, her father still had the thick voluminous mane of hair from when he was younger.

“Hi papa.” she finally whispered, noticing her father stopped playing, straightening himself on the seat, slowly turning his head to face her.

His glasses were low on his nose and the beard he had for so long was painted gray just like his hair, with the thick mustache over his lips. His light brown eyes warmed up before he smiled, pushing himself upwards away from the bench to step closer to his youngest daughter. Her father was just as tall as Bradley was, shorter than Guillermo but with a presence she was sure it’d make an admiral shake in his boots, “Beatrice,” his smile warmed underneath his facial whiskers and he opened his arms, bringing his daughter to a bear hug, “Bambina, how good it is to see you.”

Beatrice smiled, wrapping her arms back around her father’s torso, pressing her cheek to his chest to hear his heartbeat, “It’s good to see you too, papa.” she whispered, smiling when she felt him kiss the top of her head, “I’m sorry for showing up like this.”

“No, no no,” he chuckled, “There’s nothing wrong in visiting your parents.” While her father lived his whole life in Little Italy, he still had a thick Italian accent from being raised by his Sicilian parents. Something that also added to his whole intimidating aura. “We were wondering when you’d come.”

Beatrice smiled up at him guiltily, “I’m sorry, I’ve been…very busy.” her father’s eyes lost a bit of their shine and his smile faltered for a second.

“Yes, I know…the bar.” he pulls back from her, pulling his glasses off to wipe the lens with a wine colored handkerchief. “Guillermo told me.”

Of course he did, she thought bitterly, but she kept her eyes on her father, “It’s not so bad, papa. I have friends there,” she tried to say, only frowning when her father’s thick eyebrows crinkled in displeasure, “Like…Michelle, you remember her right?” he hums a response, still cleaning his glasses, “I work with her, and her aunt…and everyone there is very nice.”

“Men.”

“Huh?”

Rafael Schiavoni shakes his head with disgust, “Too many men in a small space, dangerous.”

“Dangerous– papa…” she lowers her eyebrows, “It’s not dangerous, I’m fine. See? I’m completely fine.” But her father just sent her a look by the corner of his eye, “Papa…”

“You should’ve stayed with your uncle, you know I do not like you working at a bar.” His voice is quiet, but weighs tons just like Guillermo’s words often did. She sighed, this was already going great wasn’t it? “So close to a naval base too. It’s not safe.”

“It’s not bad. I like it there.” she closed her mouth at the sudden look her father gave her,but she held her ground “I do…I like it a lot. I know a lot of people there, I have friends there….a-and I have,” it was stuck in her throat, the words just clung to her vocal cords like a sloth to a tree, “I-I have…u-um…” she had the best man she could ever ask for, the sweetest, kindest, funniest man she had ever met, “I have…someone…”

Rafael brought his glasses back to his eyes, narrowing them at her, “You have what?”

“S-Someone…” she moved her gaze away, looking at the Divine Comedy collection in one of the bookcases, “I have a boyfriend.”

Silence. It’s complete silence. Her father freezes up immediately, his shoulders locking in a surprised position, his own eyes widening, “You have a what?”

Beatrice bites her lower lip nervously, rubbing her hands together just trying to keep herself occupied, “I have a boyfriend.” she said, louder this time, meeting her father’s shocked gaze, “H-His name is Bradley. He’s… an aviator.” she clenched her eyes, waiting for her Sicilian father’s outburst, coiling a bit into herself. When nothing was heard, she peeked one eye open, looking up to see her father in the same position, only this time his mouth was parted, with his hands clenched into fists.

Rafael just blinked, looking at his feet, then back at Beatrice, with his hands on his hips “...an aviator.” He almost spat it out, “He’s– did you meet him at the bar?”

“I-I…yes but–”

“What type of bar is this?” he snarls, anger slowly morphing his features, “What type of bar-Claudia!” he steps around Beatrice to leave the study, his daughter’s panicked steps not far behind, “Claudia!” her mother looks up from the stove where she is reheating the lasagna, a sweet smile on her face, oblivious to her husband’s sudden anger.

Rafael stops between the two women, “Tell your mother what you just told me.” Claudia’s eyebrows furrowed, her green eyes meeting her daughter’s, her smile losing its force in confusion.

“...mama I have a boyfriend, he’s an aviator, his name is Bradley and I met him at work.” she says in one breath, her whole body shuddering with nerves, her eyes stinging with tears she couldn’t free yet. She would not cry. She’d be strong and defend him, defend her, defend their relationship.

Her mother’s lips parted in a silent gasp, her own eyes widening as she leaned against the kitchen counter, “You–but…Beatrice…Beatrice you– a boyfriend?” her mother’s voice rose a few octaves in surprise, her saliva going down the wrong hole and she coughed, patting her chest in surprise, “Oh…oh Dio Santo, an aviator boyfriend??”

“You two are acting like he’s a drug dealer–”

Her mother’s gasp only got louder, “He’s a drug dealer??”

“No!” Beatrice said quickly, “No!Oh my god! He’s not a drug dealer! But you two are acting like he’s…some sort of criminal! He’s not! He’s the best man I’ve ever met.” her father scoffed, crossing his arms.”I– you guys don’t even know him! Why the hell would you act like this? It’s so unfair for him, he’s—he’s sweet, he’s caring, he brings me flowers, flowers mama! He likes me…I-I just wanted to let you guys know.”

“You are still in the young love–”

“Oh my god!” she cut her father’s words, slamming her hands on the wooden kitchen table, “I’m not young,I am not a child, I am twenty nine! Twenty nine! I am no longer the little girl with pigtails, I am grown, I pay my bills,” she unfurls her fingers to prove her point, “I have a house, I have a job, I have a car, I pay for my own things without asking for permission! I–” her voice drops to a shaky tone, “I like him…and he likes me…why can’t you–why can’t either of you understand that…why is it hard?”

Her parents only stared in stunned silence, the pitties coming over to comfort the brunette by rubbing against her legs. The only sound in the kitchen was the crackling sound of the lasagna being reheated, the cheese popping inside the oven while the three of them stood there staring at each other. It was Claudia who finally said something, “Bambina… we just–” she sent a look to her husband, placing a hand on his arm, “We just worry about you…you know? Ever since you left home—it’s been so quiet.”

Beatrice’s eyebrows curved downwards, but her mother continued, “With you working with your uncle…there was at least the certainty you’d come home every day and we wouldn’t have to worry.” she looks up at her husband again, Rafael sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“We never liked you working at a bar,” he says, “When you told us…we just thought it wouldn’t be for too long, a couple months maybe, then you’d find something better. But one month went by, then two, then three and you never told us about stopping…then came the tattoos, then you moved out and now, now you are telling us you have a boyfriend.”

But Beatrice just frowned more, “It’s life.” she says, “It’s what you did, what mama did. You didn’t stay at home when you found your way,” neither of her parents replied, “Neither did Guillermo,Sabrina,Michael,Marina,Leo…why would I be any different? I know, I know you two worry, but I told Gui this and I’ll tell you: you can’t protect me all the time. I can’t…live life while being sheltered and covered from harm like this, nor will I let you guys talk ill about Bradley without meeting him.”

Her father met her mother’s gaze in a silent conversation, with Claudia sighing but nodding her head, “...yes, yes I suppose, you are right.” he says with his teeth gritted just a bit, “...when will we…meet him then? This Bradley.”

She blinked in surprise, her body relaxing when the conversation was finally going on the way she wanted, “When he comes back from deployment, in two months.” she licked her lips, “I’ll just have to talk to him, he already said yes on meeting you.”

Rafael hummed, running his fingers through his beard, “Is he coming to the wedding?” she shakes her head negatively without even thinking, “I think he should.”

“No!”

“I think it’d be a good idea, bambina,” her mother began, “He could meet the whole family that way–”

“No! No!” Beatrice moves her hands with her eyes wide, “No, no way! I won’t put Brad under that much pressure! Not like that!” not to mention it’d be too soon. When her parents say nothing else, she just sighs, “Please, just let me do this my way?” while they didn’t reply, she saw her mother nod once, her father only stayed with his arms crossed and looking at his feet.

She let out a breath of relief, closing her eyes for a second before she looked up at her father “He…he plays the piano,papa.” that catches his attention, his left eyebrow lifting with interest.

“...does he?” he questions, approaching the table only to pull a chair back, taking a seat while looking at his youngest daughter, “...tell me about it then.”

Beatrice’s mouth upturned into a smile right away.

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader

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tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang · 10 months

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What if the tokyo revengers cast were in a danganronpa killing game? Who would be the blackends, survivors, and victims.

Ok I've given it a bit of thought and have come up with this, a lot of them do have multiple placements though since I think it could go a few ways (also a quick warning, there will likely be a few danganronpa spoilers in here)

Takemichi- Survivor, I mean could we give him anything else? He had major mc vibes and is sure to make it to the end. He especially fits the danganronpa mc vibe since he also has that whole "I'm just a normal person, not as great as all these other students" vibes. He'd likely get a lot of character development and lead the group towards victory against the mastermind.

Hina- Victim, I'm sorry but the track record of the potential love interest surviving in these games are awful. She's bound to be a victim here, I could see someone taking advantage of her kindness to lure her into a trap.

Mikey- Killer, we already know that he's susceptible to dark impulses. Well I think these would be especially bad watching people he cares about as the game goes on. I feel like he starts off fine but as people keep dying his dark impulses get worse until he finally snaps.

Draken- Either survivor or victim, I think he could fit into either category here. There's a good chance he could get targeted in the killing game because of how strong he is along with his position to Mikey (if they were in the same one) but he's also strong enough to survive.

Chifuyu- Survivor, I think he would get through it, he's definitely both physically and mentally strong enough to.

Baji- Killer, now I don't think he'd kill in your traditional sense but he'd be more likely to kill in order to protect someone else or he'd pull a Gundham and kill to protect the group.

Mitsuya- Either victim or survivor, again I could see him being either. Mitsuya's very nice so I think he'd be popular among the other students but that popularity could be a double edged sword.

Hakkai- victim, compared to other characters i just can't see him being a survivor.

Pah- Killer, unfortunately he's easily provoked, I think in a moment of rage he would do it (as seen in the Osanai incident).

Peh- Killer or survivor, we've seen that Peh can be easily tricked so I think he could be tricked into killing someone. Or I could also see him having a strong will after Pah dies and continuing on until the end and escaping.

Kisaki- Killer or survivor, ok I think it's fairly obvious that Kisaki is capable of killing. However I think he could possible survive by using others to actually commit the murders while he's just the one planning them meaning he avoids the title of blackened.

Hanma- Survivor, I feel like this is a controversial one because you'd expect him to be a killer but I think he'd just be so interested by the killing game he wouldn't want to kill but just watch the other. Could be a potential Byakuya/Nagito/Kokichi by messing with the trials and lying to make them harder and more interesting to him.

Smiley- Killer, I actually feel like it's not because he wants to fight but because he thinks he's protecting Angry by doing it. Like maybe he heard someone was going to target Angry (could be just a rumour Kisaki came up with) and so he kills the suspected person first.

Angry- Survivor, I think he'd be heavily protected by his brother here, also add this with how strong and nice he is and he'd probably survive.

Mucho- Killer, we've already seen he's willing to kill.

Sanzu- Killer, he'd probably do it for Mikey

Emma- Victim, similarly to Hina she's just likely to be targeted.

Naoto- Victim or survivor, I feel like he'd be actually useful in the trials so he'd be a big priority for a killer to get rid of.

Inui- Victim, ok here me out here i know he's strong but he's also a loner aside from Takemichi and Koko, not interacting much with the group so I think that would make him easier to separate and kill, maybe making him a target.

Koko- Survivor, despite not being as physically strong as some of the others we've seen Koko navigate his way through the gang life and plenty of dangerous people before, even as a kid. So I think he'd get through this.

Yuzuha- Survivor, she just really gives final girl/ Survivor vibes.

Taiju- Killer, do we need an explanation here??

Kazutora- Killer or survivor, I could see him either killing someone in a panic (like with Shinichiro) or i could see him surviving with the rest of the group, especially after Baji's death.

Izana- Killer or survivor, similar to Kisaki, he could get his hands dirty or I could see him using others to kill for him.

Kakucho- Victim or survivor, he could fit either.

Mochi- Victim, I think he could be targeted due to his size and physical strength. Though I don't think he'd actually kill since he seems to have some kind of honour code.

Shion- Victim, he'd probably boast about how he'd definitely survive and then be the first to be killed.

Ran- Killer, oh dear the Haitani's would definitely hate the idea of being locked in a school the rest of their lives. Him and Rindou would likely team up to lock joints and beat someone to death, though since Ran would be the one giving the killing blow then he'd be the blackened.

Rindou- Survivor or victim, I could see him either be killed in revenge for what he did above. Or I think it would be pretty cool to see him have a kinda Fuyuhiko arc where he tries to gain back everyone's trust and fit in with the group, getting character development after his brother's death.

South- Killer, I think this is fairly obvious

Senju- Either victim or survivor- i just really think she could fit in either group, she kinda gives me Hina vibes actually (danganronpa Hina not tr Hina).

Wakasa- Victim, if there's alcohol in this one then he likely dies while drunk, especially since he tends to pass out in random places.

Benkei- survivor, ok ngl I can't even explain this one he just kinda gives me survivor vibes for some reason.

Shinichiro- Survivor or victim, I think he'd play a leadership role similarly to Takemichi, the only difference being I think he'd take more of an active role with it (like taka) which could put him at risk.

Takeomi- Survivor or victim, on the one hand he seems to gain a fair few enemies but he's also very smart and supposed to be good with tactics so I could see him using that to get out.

#ok that took a while but i think i got all the main guys???#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers spoilers

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"You sure you're going to be fine without me?" Erling asked for the tenth time that evening.

"Baby, you already made sure everything is perfect, I have water here, food, snacks, phone, charger, remote, everything. Now go and do what you love!" I gestured with my hands to leave.

He has a game to play.

I'll be fine for a few hours without him.

"I may have done something else..." he said, leaning over me to kiss me, shirtless.

"Erling, what..." before I could finish the sentence someone bangs into the room, "where is the party?! Oh, my eyes!! PDA you guys!" She joked.

Olivia.

Why is she here? I was texting her not too long ago and she didn't mention she was going to come to see me or anything.

If looks could kill, the look I was giving Erling right now would have surely done the job.

"I must have forgotten to tell you I asked Olivia to come to keep you company while I'm gone. Oops, my bad, gotta go though, see you later girls, have fun!!" He kissed me one last time, before taking his shirt and jogging out of the room.

"He's... something..." Olivia said as she threw herself on the bed, on my side, since I was on Erling's.

"Now, what are we gonna watch babe?" She asked, taking the remote and scrolling through the recommendations.

"Something short, I want to watch the game after"

"Should I go make some popcorn?" She asked.

"I'll come with you," I said, slowly getting up.

"You sure? Won't Erling kill me if I let you leave the bed?" She asked worriedly.

"Nah, Erling is a softie, my baby kitten" I giggled, he's really like a baby kitten.

I love him.

"To you maybe, certainly doesn't look like a kitten on the field..." Olivia said while looking at the TV. We switched it to the sports channel and they were showing some Manchester city highlights.

Erling was celebrating full-on Viking after one goal screaming at top of his lungs.

Ah, what a sight.

"He's amazing" I admitted, sitting back on the bed again to watch some more highlights of my man.

We only left the room when it switched to Tottenham's highlights.

After we made some popcorn and tea, we went back to Erling's room.

We watched the short movie, gossiping a bit about life, music, actors, and a lot of random things, not paying much attention to the movie.

We switched back to the sports channel when the game was about to start, watching as they made their way onto the field.

"Aww, I love it when they have kids with them" we both cooed at the men.

"I'm guessing we are going to have quite a few little haalands around in the future huh? She smirked, seeing me so into the idea of Erling with kids, making me blush.

"Honestly, you know that the idea of having kids scares the shit out of me, or used to, but like, something changed since meeting Erling, I don't know, but I would love to have his kids in the future..." I admitted blushing and taking his pillow to hug it as we sat cross-legged on the bed.

"Awww" she giggled.

We watched the game start, it looked ok at the start, not the best but not the worst game.

Erling missed a few shots, trying to score heading the ball, but missed, then trying to score but got tackled by the other players making me groan "I hate to see him being attacked, especially like this, it's like 10 fucking guys on him!" I exclaimed, angry making Olivia laugh "What do you expect, your man is huge, he's basically bullying the defenders, of course, they need the whole team to handle him" she joked making me blush, yeah well he was quite huge compared to them.

But then right before the first half was done Tottenham scored a goal assisted by THEM "Nooo!! What is this bullshit!" I yelled, surprising myself and Olivia.

"Babe, slow down, I think you spent a bit too much time around Haaland, he's rubbing off on you!" She laughed.

"No fucking way in hell! Ederson I love you but what are you doing?!" I cursed, they are losing with a 2-0 score! 2 goals in 1 minute!

"What the hell, I blinked and missed 2 goals, not the best game for them, I've got to say!" Olivia shockingly said.

Then it was break time and they went back into the tunnels.

As they left we got a close-up of Erling, looking sad and tired and slightly angry.

Suddenly I feel so fucking guilty, it's all my fault, he barely got any sleep staying with me in the hospital, skipping meals and he donated his blood to me and then we got home and he took care of me... He didn't get much rest, my poor boy.

"Don't worry, he's stronger than that, he's Norwegian after all" Olivia said, rubbing my back.

"I just feel guilty, he's been under a lot of stress lately, everyone expects so much from him and now I fucked up and added my mess to his already full plate... I just think I'm a burden to him, you know?"

"Babe, this is how relationships work, you can't take just the good things and not the bad things, same as marriage, for better and for worst. You brought a lot of good things into Erling's life and he did the same for you, but life's not always good, he has bad moments too, it's not only you babe, like after losing a game right?" she said, and well yes, maybe she's right.

"Yeah, maybe you're right..."

"Of course I'm right, now look they are coming back on the field!" She exclaimed excitedly.

"Maybe Pep gave them a speech because they look ready to kill," Olivia said and I have to agree, they look determined to win.

And they score the first goal, Alvarez delivering an incredible one and they celebrate. Erling looks so happy and into the game, he has so many touches, which is not usual for him, he's happy to touch the ball 3 times and score 1 goal each but today he chose war, for sure.

"That's my man!" I yelled at top of my lungs as he scored, making the even 2-2.

"Girl chill, it's just a game" Olivia laughed but I couldn't help how happy I was.

The rest of the game went incredibly fast, they scored 2 more goals, ending the game with an amazing score of 4-2 and I was so fucking happy for them.

"I fucking love them! But Erling smashed it! That's my boy!" I happily admitted as we watched them celebrate, Erling was so happy, he yelled in his own Viking style as he went down in the tunnel, shocking the cameraman with the force, making me giggle.

"You've got to tell me all the spicy details, like babe, how the fuck do you handle that? Him?" Olivia asked, curiously, while eating some cheese puffs.

"I mean, he's a softie really... I'm worst to handle, he's the chill one in our relationship" I admitted reaching for some cheese puffs.

"Babe, there is no way he's all vanilla in bed! That guy is the definition of rough sex!" She said, quite unfiltered making me blush.

"I, well, we actually didn't, you know, like not that we didn't do anything sexual but like, you know..." I rambled, embarrassed.

"You haven't fucked?! You didn't have sex?! You have a beast of a man sleeping beside you, all hard muscles, toned body, he's fucking nordic, they are the hottest guys and he's also a football, oh god think about how fit he is, he could probably go for hours! And he's huge, I bet he's packing and you don't-" Olivia said

"Olivia!! Stop sexualising him! Do you like him?" I glared at her, feeling possessive and protective over Erling.

"Oh sorry, love, you know I'm quite a sexual person, of course, I think he's hot but he's not really my type, don't worry, I have my eyes on another footballer" Olivia winked at me.

"But like a girl how?" She insisted laughing.

"I haven't, you know... With anyone..." I blushed, feeling more embarrassed.

"You're a virgin?! What! How!" She said completely shocked.

"Yeah... Well, I don't know, I guess I haven't found the right guy..." I said, looking down.

"And now that you found Erling, do you not like want him to be your first or...?" Olivia asked.

"Of course I want him to be my first but like I wanted to be sure at first, we haven't dated for that long, and then well, I didn't tell him at first, because like how should I have told him? And he kept trying to, you know, and I didn't know how to tell him to stop, and it ended up being a bit of a mess... He thought I didn't find him attractive, or some bullshit, like how in the hell would I not find him attractive, he's the definition of attractive! And I was afraid to tell him that I'm a virgin like I'm older than him... And well, end of the story, I told him and he was shocked but like he's the greatest guy, told me that we will wait until I'm ready and well, he ended up comforting me..." I rambled, smiling as I remember how sweet he was.

"But then why haven't you, since?" She wondered.

"You think I didn't try, I want him but he's fixed on making sure I'm ready and making it special for me... I just want him" I groaned, but continued "and now this happened and he's gonna be even more careful around me..." I looked down, sadly.

"Ah, Haaland didn't know he was so romantic... But babe, he's got a point though, you need to recover first... Plus if it's your first time... It's not going to be easy, it's going to hurt and he knows it. My first time was the worst most painful thing ever, I did it with a guy I was dating, I didn't even like him that much and he was a dick, took barely any care of me, didn't give me any time to adjust and he didn't care if I enjoyed it... He came in like 2 minutes too and I just wanted it to be over, worst sex I ever had. Plus, he had a small dick, but back then I thought it was big, it felt huge with how much it hurt!" Olivia told me and I gave her a sad smile.

"I'm so sorry your first time was shit, Liv..."

"Yeah well, it passed, had great experiences since" she winked "the thing is Erling is gotta be huge, everything is huge about the guy, I swear, so please be careful, make sure you guys have some foreplay before or whatever you guys are into, maybe it's TMI but like you have a be really wet, and like make sure he fingers you first, or well, finger yourself, maybe use some lube too..." she explained making me turn red, I probably looked like a tomato.

"And also tell him how you feel, take things at your pace, don't rush, give yourself time to adjust, the key is communication" Olivia took both of my hands "And don't stress, go with the flow"

"Thank you, Olivia, really..." I hugged her, even though I'm not much of a hugger.

"Honey, I'm home!" Erling said and before I knew it he walked into the room and I couldn't help myself, I ran up to him and hugged him, pressing myself to his chest "You are incredible Erling Braut Håland! What an amazing game! I'm so fucking proud of you!"

"Thank you, baby, but you should be in bed! And no running! Nope, back you go" he lifted me up, carrying me to bed and putting me under the covers before getting in himself, cuddling me and kissing me "mmm you had cheese puffs," he said into the kiss and I giggled, "had some popcorn and cheese puffs while watching the game"

"Did you like the game?" He asked, playing with my hair.

"Of course, I loved it, although I must admit, I was determined to kill Ederson the first half, but he made it up to me when he assisted 2 goals" Erling pouted "I don't like how much you like Ederson, I'm getting a bit jealous..."

"Nah, don't worry he's not my top choice from the team, I also like Kevin, Grealish and Stones quite a bit, oh and Mahrez, yes, such a great guy!" I joked, kissing his pout.

"That's it...? Shouldn't your top contain someone else, at the front of the list?" He tried and I nodded "of course, you're right baby, can't forget the main guy..." he smiled brightly "Pep, the legend, mastermind of it all" He pouted again.

"No, but someone else, younger? Perhaps taller you know, 1.94? Pale skin, blonde hair? Norwegian??" He tried and I laughed "Hmm, never seen or heard of him but he sounds hot tho, totally my type" I joked, kissing him, moving my hand to untie his hair, running my fingers through the soft hair "I need to shower..." he sighed into our kiss, trying to get up but I stopped him "nooo, don't leave me, you just got back..." I put my arm around his middle and threw my leg over his "aww my baby koala, you're so cute" he kissed my hair, putting an arm around me, and hugging me closer.

"How are you feeling baby, is your tummy feeling better? Are you still dizzy?" He asked softly into my ear, making me smile.

I love how much he cares about me.

"I'm feeling much better now that I'm back in your arms again," I said cheekily, kissing his jaw.

"I feel the same way, I loved the game but I just wanted to come home to be with you, my love" he admitted, kissing my forehead.

"You didn't celebrate with the guys..." I said into his chest.

"Nah, I wanted to come home as soon as possible, that's why I didn't even shower there"

"Aww, you missed me" I played with his long fingers.

"Always" he turned us around, leaning over me as he pulled me into a kiss, or well, full-on making out. I pulled my hands under his shirt, touching his strong back muscles, flexing under my touch.

"Ummm guys, I'm still here...?" Olivia said, scaring us both, from the other side of the bed, looking at us as she ate cheese puffs.

"Oh, God! Olivia!" Erling got up from the bed, adjusting his shirt and running his fingers through his hair.

Both of our faces were red.

"Sorry, we must have zoomed out..." he tried to explain.

"Nah, you're fine, it's lovely to see how much you guys love each other. It's getting late anyways, I got to go" Olivia got up, searching for her things.

"Thank you, Olivia, really, for all," I said sincerely when she came to hug me.

"Thank you for keeping her company," Erling said, offering to accompany her to the door.

"Nah, don't worry, I know the way, you guys have fun! Remember no sex until she's fully healed, Haaland!" She joked making Erling laugh and me blush.

"Alone, finally..." I got up from the bed, walked up to him and hugged him from behind.

"How about I give you a reward for the incredible performance, what do you say, a handjob or maybe even a blowie, cuz I'm feeling generous today" I put my hands under his shirt, rubbing up and down his toned muscles, making him moan.

"Fuck baby, it sounds amazing, but it wouldn't be fair if you can't enjoy it..." he said sadly.

"Who says I won't enjoy it, I don't need to have an orgasm to enjoy making my boyfriend have one..." I said confidently, moving my hand to squeeze him through his sports pants, feeling how hard he already was.

"Fucking hell..." he moaned.

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blackjackkent · 3 months

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All right, back into Hector's playthrough... left off having just gotten Minsc and Boo! I'm so excited. :D

Next priority is to save Florrick, bc I gather that's on a time limit before she gets hanged, and then go after Wyll's dad.

Lots of exciting stuff to do. :D Quick stop at camp first though to make sure that Minsc is getting settled in smoothly.

"Jaheira... Boo is trying his best to explain, but I still do not understand your anger!"

"Do not hide behind your hamster, ranger! You do not understand because you do not *listen*!"

OK, so maybe not completely smoothly. XD

This reads to me as Jaheira having a bit of adrenaline letdown; she's been worried about Minsc since before she even got to the Shadowlands and now she doesn't have to be anymore, and there have been a lot of other backed-up emotions waiting their turn, such as anger for having put himself/her in that position in the first place.

"We were the first to discover the cult. And if you had only waited, we might have marshaled our numbers and--"

"Good does not wait for evil to button up its britches! When it offers buttocks for the smacking, Minsc and Boo greet cheek with hand!"

Good old Minsc. XD

Hector and Co. are just watching this play out and looking sort of bewildered. Hector doesn't say anything yet though. In arguments among the companions he's traveled with longer, he has been willing to step in and take a hand, but I think he sees Jaheira and Minsc's friendship as something he stands a little outside of, and is even rather intimidated by. He's grown very close to the people he travels with, but the idea of a decades long friendship of such depth and shared challenge is outside his experience.

Say nothing.

"This mess falls on *our* heads, Minsc. The city under siege, its people poisoned by the cult - it all might have been avoided if you had just put your feelings aside and *listened*."

Hector tips his head thoughtfully to one side as he listens, and he feels a flash of sympathy for Jaheira. She is angry, yes - but at herself as much as Minsc. There is guilt under the words. She sees the moment of Minsc's capture as a turning point in the whole conflict.

And yet... had things played out as she describes, there is no guarantee things would have gone any better.

[INSIGHT] "Or the trail would have ended there, instead of leading you to Ketheric," he points out quietly. "The Prism. Me."

Jaheira glances sideways at him and scoffs. "I have seen too much to believe destiny has taken our side," she says bitterly. "Blind luck, perhaps. The point remains."

"You meant well, Minsc," she says - more calmly but no less pointedly. "But you exposed the city to harm. You helped the cult spread. And worse, perhaps, than any of this..." She swallows sharply, and her voice cracks almost imperceptibly. "You forced me to leave you behind!"

The emotional subtlety seems a little lost on Minsc, whose eyebrows and shoulders lift in an attitude of abject puzzlement. "But... this is where Minsc falls short of the understanding, Jaheira!" he says earnestly. "What else is a berserker for, if not to charge into danger ahead of his Wychlaran?"

...Oh. :(

Narrator: [HISTORY] The Wychlaran - wise women of Rashemen, each bonded to a berserker bodyguard for life. There is no higher title, nor deeper bond, in all of Rashemaar custom.

OK this is actually kind of sad. :(

In this particular worldstate, Minsc has already had not one but two witches. In BG1, he and Dynaheir were traveling together when Caden initially recruited them, and Minsc was devastated when she was killed at the beginning of BG2. And then, further on through BG2, Minsc eventually asked Aerie if she would be his new Wychlaran, which she accepted, because she is a tremendous sweetheart.

The big question to rationalize out here - given Aerie's kindness, Minsc's loyalty, and the fact that Minsc was one of Caden's best friends - is how Minsc stopped considering Aerie his witch, because Aerie and Caden are both super alive and happy and safe in Faenya-Dail, half a world away.

The only explanation I can conjure up is that we know Minsc definitely continued adventuring after BG2, and despite the narrator's point that a Wychlaran bond is supposed to be for life, I picture Aerie basically releasing him from the pact because she was no longer traveling/in danger particularly and didn't want to hold him back from his adventures by feeling like he had to be around for her. (And, to be honest, probably freeing herself a little as well from feeling like she had to be responsible for him in turn while she was trying to settle down with Caden, raise Quayle, and not think about that sort of nonsense so much anymore.)

Knowing Minsc, this would be a troubling development, because his role as bodyguard to a witch is critical to his identity. So it is not surprising to me that he would latch onto Jaheira as a replacement - she is one of his only remaining close friends, and she is an older, wiser woman with powerful magic.

That said, it's also not surprising to me that she doesn't respond positively to this discovery - she has seen plenty of his relationship with both Dynaheir and Aerie and doesn't want that level of bond with him (especially not if it is going to trigger him to dive headlong into a nest of mindflayers to "protect" her).

"Wychlaran...? Minsc, I am not your witch! You are not my bodyguard! This is not some high lodge of your homeland!"

"Boo agrees you are a queer kind of witch," Minsc says gravely. He still seems more puzzled than castigated by her irritation. In his mind, which operates in simple, isolated truths untouchable by nuance, his loyalty to her is simply not a matter to be questioned. "But this city is a queer place. And Minsc, you may have noticed, is sometimes strange himself."

Minsc pauses, considers in silence for a moment. "The titles matter not," he finally agrees after a little while. "Only this - when Minsc does as Minsc does and charges in to make a mess, Jaheira does as Jaheira does and finds a way to save us all anyway!"

Hector can't help a slight grin in spite of himself. He doesn't blame Jaheira for her irritation, and he shares her worries for the battle that lies ahead. But Minsc's greatest crime here seems to be loyalty heedless of consequence, and there are far worse failings to have.

"Aw, that's actually kind of sweet," he says; his lips twitch as Jaheira shoots him an exasperated glare.

"Ugh," she mumbles. "I fight alongside fools."

Minsc grins broadly, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet. "You hear that, Boo? We fight alongside a Wychlaran again!"

"I am your *friend*, ranger. I am not your witch!" Jaheira snaps. "There will be no ointments, or healing balms!"

Minsc's face twists with perplexed regret. "Not even for Boo?"

Hee. This is absolutely meant as a throwback to this banter with Aerie in BG2, and I love it.

I was definitely wondering previously if Minsc was considering Jaheira his new witch, so that confirms it. Poor guy. :( He just wants someone to be loyal to - as we all do, I suppose.

Jaheira is clearly not comfortable with it, though. She is, as we know, a person who keeps her own cards very close to the chest emotionally; a bond that deep and permanent is not something she would give easily, and certainly not without some Serious Discussion in advance. (To be honest this reads more like her being bothered by him just assuming it and using it as his rationale for acting irresponsibly; I could see a scenario where, had Minsc asked her the way he asked Aerie, she might have been more amenable.)

Maybe Shadowheart would be interested in a berserker bodyguard, Minsc. You should ask.

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latelyanobsession · 1 year

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Jailbird

summary in the wrong place at the wrong time. caught holding the bag. what rotten luck you have! hauled in on a 24-hour hold, how are you going to survive? will your boyfriend bail you out or leave you high and dry?

warnings cursing, illegal drug sales, mentions of underage drug use

word count 1,403

note based on a request: "Could I request something with eddie munson where his sweet innocent type girlfriend gets arrested because of something someone else did? Like shes being framed and didnt actually do anything and he has to figure out how to get her out of jail because he knows her fragile self wont last in there."

ok, but this is just genius! and quite frankly i think it's great. i've only made a few changes

As always any feedback is much appreciated. Thanks for reading!

Bouncing his leg, he looked at his watch as he sat on the edge of his bed.

1:47am. Where were you?

The phone rang. Eddie flying up and rushing to the phone, practically ripping it from the wall.

"Baby? That you?" he asked tensely.

"E-Eddie?" you voice quivered from the other end of the line.

He let out a huge exaggerated sigh, knees bending and threatening to give out under him.

"Baby!" he groaned in relief, a hand pressed flat to the wall above the phone. "Where the hell are you?"

"You were supposed to be back, remember?" He prompted, pressure in his voice.

"I... I'm in jail...." you practically whispered.

"What?!" Eddie shouted through the phone.

You winced holding the phone away from your ear.

"What happened?!" He yelled, not lowering his tone one bit.

There was a pause as you inhaled.

"Um... there was a wrinkle at Rick's house..." you spoke slowly.

Not good.

Grimacing, pulling his hand into a tight fist Eddie seethed, pounding the wall.

"What was that?" you jumped.

"Nothing..." he grumbled, "You ok?"

"Y-yah..." you looked around the station, "Uh.... I'm ok. But uh, Eds. I can't exactly call my parents about this."

Resting his forehead against the wall he sighed, "yeah I get it."

"Can you bail me out?" you asked hopefully.

"Lemme see what I can do ok?" Eddie replied.

"Ok. I uh... gotta go." You parted, hanging up.

Eddie stared at the receiver shoulders slumping.

"Son of a bitch!" he cursed, throwing several frustrated punches at the air.

You were at the Hawkins Police Station for what felt like ages.

Scared stiff. Trying to remain as calm as possible in your little corner of the cell they walked you into.

You were doing pretty well considering this was the first time that you had been jailed.

... That was until Officer Callahan brought in a pair of cellmates for you around quarter after 2am.

These two women were drunk and angry at one another. One sitting near you. The other sitting at the opposite end of the cell.

Their voices raised and echoing off the painted cinderblock walls as their dispute resumed from where it had been paused earlier.

You covered your ears and tucked up your knees, trying to be as small and unimposing as possible. Maybe they'd just eat each other whole and they wouldn't even notice you?

Suddenly a hand was on your shoulder. Sharp acrylics digging into your skin.

"Darla would you shut the fuck up?! Look! You're scaring the poor kid!" the ashy blonde rasped with a hefty cough.

"Like hell, Fran!" the younger woman with curly black hair retorted, "Kid's just a wimp! Do her some good to hear a real argument!"

Fran's nails raked up and down your spine, making you shiver with discomfort.

"Darla don't be such a bitch... look at her! She looks like a kicked pup!"

Their argument began to shift, becoming about you and your wellbeing without ever directly addressing you.

You had no idea how long their arguing went on for before Callahan finally came back, a cruller in hand.

"Ey!" he chewed thickly, "Ock it off... please?"

The women eyed each other hotly, and sat down. Fran sitting next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

Things finally settled as time continued to tick by. The women growing drowsy.

Fran falling asleep across your lap, stretched comfortably across the bench you shared. You didn't dare move for fear of waking her. Your back growing stiff and your tailbone beginning to ache.

What time was it? The night had to be nearly over... Your parents were going to blow a gasket if you weren't at the breakfast table.

Your father ran a tight ship. Your parents didn't even know you were seeing Eddie... as you conveniently slipped away on nights when your mother had book club or your father was at the VFW.

Speaking of... Had Eddie forgotten about you?

Was it that bad?

Of course it was.

You had seen things on the news... Heard the sound bites that President Reagan and your local politicians pushed.

Drugs were a menace. They needed to be wiped out. That there would be no sympathy. For anyone.

The earliest twinges of sunlight were rising on the horizon.

He wasn't coming.

You were marked. Another bad seed. Into the system.

You tilted your head back, sniveling. Trying to stave off the tears. But it wasn't working.

Your life was in shambles.

BAM BAM BAM

"Y/N?" a voice bellowed, followed by the distinct but rude wrapping of metal rings on a laminated countertop.

BAM BAM BAM

"YYYYYY/NNNNNNN?!?!" the voice yelled again, singing it out desperately. "Baby you back there?!"

"Hey you can't just come back here! — Wait a sec...!" Callahan shouted from down the hall, falling out of his chair. His feet sliding off the top of his desk in a frenzy to catch up. Tripping over himself.

You perked up, wiping at your eyes. "Eddie?"

He popped his head around the corner, caramel eyes softening as they washed over you.

"Hey babes."

"Eddie!" you hiccuped pathetically, shoulders trembling.

A hand grasped Eddie by the shoulder.

"Hey!" Officer Callahan wheezed, "You can't be back here..."

"But officer..." Eddie pled, "My girl has no business being behind those bars. It's cruel really..."

Your lower lip wobbled pitifully with hope as Eddie poured on the charm.

"It's just a case of wrong place wrong time... innit that right baby?" he cooed over his shoulder. You nodded furiously in response.

Callahan stretched his back, a creak in his spine pulling a wince on his face.

"Now I know you may think your girlfriend is an angel but we found marijuana on her..." he stated, "federal weight..."

Eddie paused, chewing his tongue as if this information were entirely foreign to his ears.

Nodding his head side to side, Eddie waved the officer to lean in closer.

"So you're telling me... that in your youth... you never once got stopped for weed?" Eddie charged, clasping a hand under his chin in thought.

Callahan paused, his eyes flitting from Eddie's face to yours and then back.

"Well I... " he began.

Eddie held up a hand. "So you're going to let this child..." he motioned to you. "This pristine example of Hawkins' future be ruined... for having weed?" he emphasized, eyes narrowing in feigned disappointment.

Callahan looked at you. You tried to muster up as much of a pitiable face as you could. Sniffing and letting a stray tear run down your cheek.

The officer groaned, pinching his nose, his glasses sliding up his face.

"Alright..." Callahan whined in exasperation, relenting. "But you better not tell a soul I let her out of here..."

He stared at Eddie. Then pointing two fingers at his eyes and reflecting them at you.

You nodded gratefully as he went to get the keys.

Stepping up to the bars Eddie grinned devilishly, arms crossed in triumph.

"You didn't think I was coming... did you?" he accused, tipping his head down, looking at you over the bridge of his nose.

Your face flushed as you quickly darted your eyes away.

"Eds... 'm sorry..." you mumbled tapping the toes of your shoes together.

He leaned against the bars, "S'ok baby... one lil mishap ain't gonna set me back too far. I got ways to make it up."

"And you can make it up too..." he hummed, biting at the pad of his thumb, eyes batting at you.

"Not the time..." you whined half-heartedly.

He smiled shyly.

"So aren't you gonna introduce me to your new friend?" Eddie pointed at the still dozing woman, who's head was in your lap.

You blushed, scratching the back of your neck awkwardly.

"Uh... this is Fran... it's a long story." you giggled.

Callahan returned with the keys, and fetched you from the cell.

After a few signatures and some light finger waggling you hopped into Eddie's van to get you home before your alarm clock would go off.

Parking around the block, you stole a handful of kisses before slinking back in through your window and under the covers.

"Did you have sweet dreams?" your mother asked, at the breakfast table.

"Y'know... at first it seemed like a nightmare... but yeah... they were pretty sweet." you replied thoughtfully, scooping a piece of melon from the rind before taking a bite.

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rickie-the-storyteller · 4 months

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Bephanie Snippet

I've been looking forward to sharing this one.

Hope you guys enjoy!!

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I ignored the terrible pit of dread in my gut as I knocked on the door. I had been travelling for almost the whole entire day. I was here on a mission - determined to rebuild what had been broken.

What I had broken, to be more specific.

Something that El always says is that when you make mistakes, you have to take full responsibility for them and take the necessary steps to make things right. This was me doing just that. I was scared, but I knew that I had to put my own feelings aside... like how I should have done, to begin with. This isn't about me. This is about making amends with my husband. Ben. Who I haven't seen or spoken to in weeks.

"It's going to be fine," I told myself. Aloud. I needed to hear those words.

I stood at the familiar front door, my heart pounding with a mixture of nervousness and hope. Sooner or later, the door swung open, revealing you-know-who on the other side. I don't know if I was expecting that.

I mean, he was who I came here for. Of course, I was going to see him eventually. I wanted to see him. I guess I just didn't want to see him first. And I didn't think I would see him first, either... he's staying with his family. But I guess it's better this way. Get over the initial awkwardness of all this. Like ripping off a Band-Aid.

We both kind of stared at each other in stunned silence. It wasn't a tense silence, there was no deep sense of uncomfortability around it. But it wasn't happy or peaceful either.

I mustered up the courage to finally speak (since he clearly wasn't going to). "Hey," I greeted casually. At least, I tried to sound casual. In reality, I probably sounded like a robot.

I was expecting a lot. I was expecting rage, pain, yelling, and some good old-fashioned passive aggression. Maybe even tears, like how he reacted when he first found out.

I wasn't expecting what I got.

"Steph?"

Just my name. Barely above whisper volume. It sounded like a question, a plead, a forgotten feeling. Or maybe that's just how I heard it.

It gave me a small amount of hope that I didn't have going in. I don't know what it was exactly... maybe it was the fact that he didn't immediately slam the door in my face. Maybe it was the fact that he didn't scream at me about what a gross and pathetic slut I was (like somebody said he would... thanks, Reginald). Or maybe it was the look in his eyes. His face was a mixture of conflicting emotions. I could see surprise, pain, fear and uncertainty. But there was something else beyond all that in his eyes, something I hadn't seen in a while – a warm glow. Light. Hope. A glimmer of the old love that had once been the foundation of our relationship. Maybe even a hint of forgiveness?

Ok, perhaps that one was a stretch. But he wasn't completely angry. There was a bit of hurt and anger there, but not as much as I thought there would be.

It gave me a renewed inner strength that I didn't know I needed. I allowed myself to relax a bit and smile.

Maybe there was hope for us after all. Everything can get back to normal. Things can be ok in my life for once!

Stop it, Steph. This isn't about you.

Before I could say anything else, the sound of laughter and chatter filled the air.

I glanced past Ben to see a lively scene unfolding in the living room. His family – parents, siblings, nieces, and nephews – were all gathered, sharing stories and joy. It was a warm, chaotic contrast to the heavy atmosphere between Ben and me. And I wanted in!

I think Ben could tell, because the next thing he did was step aside to let me enter, saying, "You want to come in, then?"

I nodded, my smile growing even wider. In I went.

"Stephanie!" Ben's younger adoptive sister, Emily, greeted me with a tight hug. "We've missed you!"

I returned the hug, laughing. "I've missed you more, Em."

Toby (Ben's older adoptive brother) came up from behind me and joined in on the hugging action. "Highly doubtful, Steph. No, but seriously, it's been way too long. How have you been?"

Where to begin... maybe stressed out of my damn mind with this investigation? Guilty for almost wrecking my own marriage? Miserable for hurting all of my friends? Confused about where I stand with Bret (or what my relationship with Bret even is now... this has been going on for months now, and I still have no idea what it is. I don't even really know how I feel about him anymore. Not that any of this even matters. Man... I can't believe I've spent this long talking about Bret - none of this is about him!)?

All because I was bored. And because I could. I didn't think about the potential consequences. I didn't care about how my actions could affect other people.

Man... I'm such a callous bitch sometimes.

Self-loathing rant aside, it was around this point when I began to notice how curious Ben's family was. Everyone seemed to have a new question to ask. I felt like I was being interrogated or something.

"You remember Aunt Thedra, right?" Toby asked, gesturing toward a kind-looking woman with greying hair, who was engaged in animated conversation with a man I distinctly remembered to be Emily's husband Gareth. I nodded without saying a word, despite not recognising "Aunt Thedra" at all.

"You want to say hi to the kids, Steph?" Emily asked, picking up one of her children - a small boy, probably no older than 4 or 5. I found out that his name was Jacob, and that he was the middle kid in Emily's family of 5(!) young children. But he didn't seem too pleased to see me (the kid straight up burst out crying when he noticed my presence), so I said no for now.

"Stephanie, darling!" called the sweet, gentle voice of Ben's mother, Marian. "It's lovely to see you back here again. I'm making some dinner, do you want beef or vegetarian casserole?"

Such a kind woman. Right as I prepared to open my mouth and respond, however, I heard this:

"How come she gets to pick what we have?!"

It was Lily. Jacob's big sister. I say "big" but she really doesn't look that much older than him... maybe a year or two.

"That's Stephanie, Lily," Marian calmly replied. "She's our guest for the night, so she gets to pick what we're having for dinner."

Lily grumbled a little bit more, but eventually, she got the message. I'm assuming she's heard about me in the past because she seemed to have an idea of who I was. How do I know this? Well, once she was done talking to Marian, she turned to me and went, "So, are you Uncle Ben's special friend?"

I kid you not. Straight up said that to my face!

I had no idea how to respond to this question coming out of a five-year-old girl's mouth. But I didn't have to, because just then, Ben's father, Paul, welcomed me with a genuine smile, and yet another warm hug. "Steph, love. How are you? Thought you were avoiding us!"

"No, Paul," I smiled back, returning the hug. "I've just had a lot on my plate lately."

Ben has a pretty large and chaotic family. It's nice to be surrounded by all this noise at a time like this - when your heart and mind are fighting for your attention, and you're hurting after weeks of nonstop despair, it's almost nice to have a room full of distraction. Being in a stimulating atmosphere like Ben's childhood home was a refreshing break from the cold dead silence I struggled to get used to when he left the house.

For a moment, I could almost forget the storm that loomed between Ben and me. But I knew that I had to face the music sooner or later.

The evening went by pretty smoothly, honestly - much smoother than I thought it would. Of course, it helped that Ben and I were kind of trying to avoid one another. Mostly to maintain the peace. But also because I had no idea what to even say to him. Which is weird, since I've had hours of travel time to think of things to say to him!

I caught him looking at me from across the room at several points. His gaze held a weird mixture of curiosity and something else I couldn't quite place. I don't know what it was... I didn't want to give myself more false hope by convincing myself that it was forgiveness or understanding. It might be... but it was probably more along the lines of confusion. He seemed more conflicted than anything else.

I don't blame him. I'm confused, too. Not with him. With me. What's wrong with me?! I came here to fix things between us, and I have yet to figure out how to achieve this goal.

...That's a massive lie. I knew what to do. I knew what it would take. I just wasn't sure I had it in me. I was afraid.

How does that old expression go? "He who dares, wins?"

I came here to win.

I sat next to him on the sofa and tapped his arm to get his attention (he was on his phone).

"Hello," he mumbled awkwardly.

"Hey, Ben," I responded with a bit of that same awkwardness. "So, can we talk?"

"I think we should."

"Great. Should we go somewhere private, or-"

"DINNER TIME!" Marian yelled from the kitchen. For such a soft-spoken lady, she sure knows how to yell.

Patching things up with my husband is going to have to wait a little while longer.

Ben and I exchanged glances all throughout dinner. I was glad. Non-verbal communication was better than NO communication. Frankly, I was rather pleased that I no longer had to avoid eye contact with him.

Eventually, dinner finished up. Ben, being the kind soul that he is, helped Marian with the dishes and the clearing up of the kitchen. I stood outside and watched him help his mother out, and eventually, even Paul came in to do his part. He turned on some music, and the three of them had a little dance party as they did the chores. Marian called me in to come join the fun, but I didn't want to intrude on a sweet family moment.

"Nonsense," Paul laughed. "Steph, you are family. Come join us, love."

Why did hearing him say that almost make me cry, damn it

Anyway, once we were done with all of that, Ben, who was in a much better mood, took my hand and guided me to a more private part of the house, away from his family's curious eyes and ears.

We found ourselves at the bottom of the back garden. It was a place filled with memories of simpler times in our relationship - barbecues, surprise birthday parties, lazy Sundays, and stolen kisses. The air was charged with unspoken words as we faced each other.

"Your parents are so nice."

"I agree," Ben smiled. "They're the best parents I've ever had, that's for sure."

I laughed quietly at that one. Partially because I just wanted to laugh, and partially because I didn't know what to say. Or maybe I did, but I was scared of saying it. I had a feeling of where it would lead the conversation, and I didn't want to go there.

But he who dares, wins.

I want to be that "he." Even though I'm a she.

"How have you been?"

"Much better now that I have these guys," Ben replied, gesturing to the house full of music and family noise. That sweet sound of comforting chaos.

"I can imagine. You look great!" I offered, trying to keep the conversation nice and light for as long as possible.

"So do you," Ben sighed, his tone inscrutable. "Although you don't need me to tell you that, I don't think."

I sighed, too. "Oh, Ben. I've missed you so much."

Ben raised an eyebrow. "Have you?"

"Of course! God, these past few weeks have been a nightmare without you. Did you really think I wasn't going to care at all when you left without a word?"

"I don't know, Steph. It's not like you need me all that much anymore. You have someone else to play with when you're lonely and bored."

I mean... ouch. But true.

"Ok... I deserved that."

"Look, Steph... nothing you do or say is going to change the way you've made me feel. I appreciate you coming all this way. I appreciate that you probably feel bad, and that you might want to make things right, but what you need to understand is-"

"I do! I do want to make things right!"

"Let me finish. It doesn't change anything. I don't need or want anything from you. No apologies, no nothing. All I need is time to move on."

Sounds simple enough. That doesn't mean I'm satisfied with that answer, though. There's a lot more that needs to be said.

"I need to give you an apology, Ben. Because you deserve it, and because after all the hurt I've caused, it's the least I can do. I'm so sorry. I messed up. I know that completely, and I take full responsibility for it. It's not your fault in any way, so I hope you don't feel like it is, even a little bit."

Ben was quiet for a while after I said that. "Steph," he began, "I need to understand. I need to know why."

I'm still searching for the answers to that question myself. "I don't know," I admitted to him. "I guess it was a way to unwind. Or forget about how stressed the investigation was making me."

Ben's face sank when he heard that. "You could've just talked to me about it," he said.

It's true. I could've. But the thing is, that's not really the reason. I don't know what the actual reason is, but it sure as hell ain't that.

"I have no idea. It didn't mean anything to me, Ben. It still doesn't. And neither does he. We've stopped seeing each other, by the way."

"That's great! Problem solved. Yippee."

"Ok, stop. I know that things aren't going to get better between us overnight, Ben. I can accept that. What I won't accept is your decision to give up on us."

"What do you mean?!"

"'I just need to move on'? Sounds like quitter talk to me."

"You quit on us first!"

"It's not a competition, Ben! You and I are married! Married. Do you know what that means?"

"I don't know. Do you?"

Another excellent question.

"Yeah. It means that when things get rough, you deal with things together. As a team. Instead of fucking off to the other side of the country to stay with mummy and daddy because your wife is hurting your feewings. Actually fighting for your relationship and actively trying to make it work, instead of being a damn baby about it. That's what it means."

"Oh, my God..."

A little harsh, I know. But the longer the conversation went on, the more I knew that this was going to take more than a simple apology or a gesture of kindness and love. This was a trust issue. Ben just doesn't trust me anymore. And much like Rome, trust can't be (re)built in a day.

The argument went on until it finally reached its peak, with both of us standing on the precipice of emotional exhaustion. Silence lingered, filled only by the echoes of harsh words exchanged in the confined space. That was it. We ran out of stuff to say. We were done.

Except... not really.

Suddenly, it was almost as if he and I were being drawn together by an invisible force. Our eyes locked in a moment of shared vulnerability, and the charged atmosphere shifted. The anger and hurt that had fueled our fight transformed into a different kind of intensity. I felt my breath getting caught in my throat as I gazed at him. I still couldn't quite read his expression, but I had a feeling he was thinking what I was thinking.

Without a word, without a conscious decision, our lips met in a desperate and passionate kiss. It was a collision of conflicting emotions, a fusion of anger, desire, and the lingering traces of love that had not completely faded.

It was a disjointed, chaotic dance, a paradoxical blend of frustration and longing. It spoke of a history shared, a connection that, despite its fractures, had not entirely disintegrated. At that moment, the outside world faded away, and the only reality that existed was the collision of two souls desperately seeking solace in each other.

It was so... weird. And random. And beautiful.

When we broke away from each other, our eyes met again, now clouded with a mixture of confusion and a hint of something deeper. Hope?

I've got to stop seeing everything as a sign of hope, man.

Anyways, later on in bed, we continued having this conversation. Sort of.

"This whole thing has completely destroyed what we have. I don't know if we can even put things back together... at least not the exact way it used to be. Things'll probably never be the same ever again."

I swallowed hard, the reality of his words sinking in. "I don't want it to be the same, Ben. I want it to be better. I want us to be better. And I believe we can make it better, too. Don't you?"

Ben's expression softened, a hint of vulnerability breaking through. "You don't even know what 'better' means right now, Steph. And neither do I. That's something that'll take a while to figure out."

"Yeah..." I agreed, sighing. "But that doesn't mean we can't try."

I mean, look at us. We're practically halfway there!

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Book 2 is so dysfunctional, y'all. I'm just realising lol.

But yeah. This is a long one, but it's pretty packed. Hope you guys enjoyed it. Let me know your thoughts!

Also, who is your favourite member of Ben's family? I love his mum, personally <3

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