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Day One of Pins and Patches Week! (See the prompt list here!)
Day One: Crushes/Gaze
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Michael was not pathetic. He was actually very cool. But cool in an “I don’t actually care about being cool” kinda way. He was above lowly concepts like “popularity.”
That’s why it was so annoying that Jake Dillinger really was that hot. And that Michael couldn’t stop staring at him in English. Him and his stupid smile and his stupid dimple and his stupid-
The bell rang, startling him out of his daze. He started shoving stuff into his backpack.
“Can you just admit you like him?” Jeremy sighed, leaning on Michael’s desk.
“To whom are you referring?” Michael asked innocently.
They fell into step as they joined the hallway stream. Jeremy elbowed him.
“It’s obvious. Like, really obvious.”
“I’m thinking pizza for lunch today.”
“Michael,” Jeremy yanked him to a halt just outside the cafeteria. “It’s not a big deal. Everyone has a crush on Jake.”
“Well I do not. I’m not obsessed with these dumb social hierarchies like some people.”
Jeremy snorted. “Yeah fuckin’ right,” he mumbled, pulling the cafeteria door open.
Michael held his ground. He was not going to admit to being a glasses-wearing loser who had a crush on the varsity basketball star because that was stupid and cliche and life was not an 80s romcom.
The next day was Friday and Michael was considering leaving at lunch. His last two periods were photography and econ. He was passing econ easily and photography was a bullshit class anyway. The teacher gave them vague assignments and spent the whole period with his eyes glued to his computer. Michael would be fine.
He’d survived math and bio and psychology. Now he just had to get through English. He was currently surviving by playing hangman with Jeremy.
He was puzzling over Jeremy’s five letter word with no a’s s’s or m’s when Jeremy suddenly elbowed him sharply.
Michael looked up. The slide show projected onto the board said “Group Presentation Partners.” Michael ran his eyes down the list. He caught on “Heere” next to “Duke” and groaned internally. He kept reading.
“Holy shit,” Jeremy whispered.
“No.”
“Holy fucking shit.” Jeremy was practically cackling now.
“No. No. Absolutely fucking not,” Michael hissed.
“Why’s it such a big deal? I thought you didn’t even like him,” Jeremy teased.
Jake Dillinger stood up, scanning the room. “Who the fuck is Mell?”
Michael slid down in his seat. Jeremy, shedding his social anxiety for the sake of humiliating his best friend, raised his hand and pointed at Michael.
“Sick.” Jake sat back down, apparently assuming Michael would come to him.
“Have fuuuun,” Jeremy sang, shoving Michael out of his chair.
Michael gathered his things as slowly as he could and then dropped into the chair across from Jake. “Uh, hi.”
“Hey.” Jake nodded but didn’t look up from his phone.
Michael was about to suggest they start brainstorming when Jake glanced at the board which now had the instructions up and said, “I’ll do the summary, you can do the critique, and we split the literary devices?”
Michael blinked. “Um, yeah. Sure.”
“Cool,” Jake jotted something on a piece of notebook paper and ripped it out sloppily. He passed it to Michael and stood up. “See you.”
Michael watched Jake go over to Rich’s table.
Jeremy slid into his vacant seat. “What’s that?”
“Project notes.” Michael shoved the note into his pocket. “Shouldn’t you be with your partner?”
“She’s already assigned me my homework. She pulled her laptop out and put headphones on. I don’t think she wants company. What’s the note say?”
“I told you, it’s about the project.”
“I saw numbers.”
“It’s a list.”
“Horizontal numbers,” Jeremy insisted.
Michael huffed and pulled the paper out and read Jake’s messy scrawl.
M: Critique, lit dev. 1-3,
D: Summary, lit dev. 4-6
Underneath their assignments, he’d written his phone number.
Jeremy nodded seriously. “So he wants you to call him.”
“That’s not what it means.” Michael shoved the paper back into his pocket.
He wasn’t planning to call, obviously. The project was pretty straight forward. The sections all stood on their own, so there was really no need for them to actually work together. Except, they needed something to actually present. A slideshow or a poster or something. And they hadn’t discussed that. So, they needed to figure that out.
Michael’s finger hovered over the call button. He hesitated. What if Jake didn’t answer? What if he did?
“Hello?”
“Hi,” Michael was sort of surprised. “Um, it’s Michael.”
“Oh, yeah, what’s up?”
“Um, we need to make a slideshow. Or something. For the project?”
There was a lot of talking in the background as Jake thought about that.
“Yeah. How bout we meet somewhere for lunch tomorrow and figure it out? Bring whatever you’ve done so far, yeah?”
“Yeah. Okay. Sure.”
“Cool. See ya.” Jake hung up without waiting for a reply.
Michael showed up to the cafe Jake had texted him about. It seemed like one of those places that would charge him way too much for a single drink, but he pulled the door open anyway. He scanned the small seating area and spotted Jake immediately. There were only two other people there. Michael skipped the order counter and made his way over to the other seat.
Jake looked up. “Hey.”
“Hey.”
“I made a slide show thing.” Jake flipped his laptop around. He’d selected a basic premade template and written the topic on each slide.
Michael inwardly grimaced at his color scheme. “Are we… attached to that? Design wise?”
Jake looked at the screen, confused. “Uh, no?”
“Okay good.” Michael pulled the laptop toward him and started digging around the Google Slides settings. He found a better template and changed the colors, opting for earth tones instead of the garish orange Jake had been using.
Jake was craning his neck, trying to see the screen.
Michael finished and returned the laptop to him.
“Whoa, that looks way better.” Jake looked up at him. “How’d you do that?”
“Gay magic,” Michael said without thinking. His face went red. “Um, sorry. That was a bad joke.”
Jake just snorted, already directing his attention back to the slides. They worked for a while longer, even though, once Jake had emailed Michael the link, there was no real need for them to be in the same place. Mostly, they worked in silence. But every once in a while a question would come up and they’d chat for a few minutes, usually getting mildly off topic, before slipping into silence again.
Michael’s phone buzzed and he was surprised to see it had already been two and a half hours. He hastily started shoving his stuff into his backpack.
“Sorry, totally lost track of time,” he muttered. “I gotta get home.”
“Okay.” Jake leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms above his head. “I should probably get back too.” He looked at Michael. “Free tomorrow? We could probably finish in a couple hours.”
Michael faltered, frozen in his tracks. “I-uh- yeah? If you wanna meet up. I just thought-I mean yeah. I’m free.”
Jake gave him a weird look. “That sounded like a lie.”
“Not a lie,” Michael shook his head. “I just didn’t think you’d wanna actually meet up again if we didn’t have to?”
“Why not?” Jake shrugged. “You’re cool. Plus I hate being home.” He stood and grabbed his backpack, sliding his laptop inside. “Same time tomorrow.” He walked out.
Michael stood there, staring after him. There was probably something worth investigating about that “I hate being home comment,” but Michael couldn’t think about that right now. Because Jake Dillinger had just called him cool.
#pinsnpatchesweek#bmc#Jake Dillinger/Michael Mell#my writing#hoping I’ll be able to keep up with these 😭 I have so many ideas and I’ve started most of them but work has been killing me lately
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Aspirations pt. 5
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Notes at the end this time, all I'll say here is - I hope you guys get what you want from this Chapter!
A couple of date nights don't go quite to plan...
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“5 ceviche and one pumpkin, please.”
“Yes, Chef.”
“Marcus, where are those desserts for table 7?”
“One minute, Chef.”
“One minute too long, keep it moving.”
“Yes, Chef.”
“Faster please guys. I’ve got orders backing up. T, you good babe? How you finding the new menu?”
“I’m good, baby - it's gorgeous. Got sirloin in three minutes.”
“Beautiful. Carm, you got the dauphinoise to go with that?”
“Yes, Chef.” Syd took a note from Richie as he passed through the kitchen, “birthday on table 9. You gonna sing Rich?” She teased lightly.
“Sure I am, Chef.” He winked, walking out with the desserts for table 7. Carmy appeared at her right hand side,
“Only 4 duck left, Chef.”
“Thank you, Chef, noted. We've done 16 duck so far today, really great addition to the menu. Must be the plum sauce.” She scribbled a note and passed it to one of the waitresses to let them know. Carmy stayed by her side, “you good?”
“Yeah. Yeah, you’re just… really fucking good at this.” Her pen stilled on the tables she was working through. They’d hardly spoken in over a week, occasionally one making more of a push at reconciliation than the other but ultimately going back to stalemate each time.
“Thank you.” She said, sincerely. She risked a real look at him rather than just off over his shoulder as she’d had to do for the last few days. She gripped the countertop, blue eyes full of so much… something taking her breath away. In the restaurant, she could hear Richie singing Happy Birthday; she couldn't help the grin that broke out across her face. She took a breath and got back to calling out the orders. Back to stalemate. She tried desperately not to care, but if she’d missed him before, then she was really, really missing him now. His friendship, their easy connection, all of it.
“You ready for tonight?” Tina asked,
“What’s tonight?” Carmy asked across the stations,
“Niña bonita got a hot date!” Tina winked.
“Oh fuck no, Syd - is she kidding?” Richie asked.
“Appreciate your concern Richie, but I can look after myself.”
“It’s him though, isn’t it?”
“Yes Richie, it’s the fish guy.”
“Fucker.” He muttered, grasping Carmy’s shoulder as he walked past. Carmy didn’t say anything.
“Isn’t that guy a total douchebag?” Marcus asked from his section.
“Ella no se casará con él.” Tina muttered.
“No me casaré con nadie, T.” Syd replied.
“Yo, English?” Marcus called out.
“She’s allowed to have some fun. Idiots.” She said, throwing a glare towards Richie, Marcus and Carmy who’d kept his head down and stayed out of the interaction.
“Last twenty minutes Chefs, do I still have your focus?” She slammed her hand on the counter,
“Yes, Chef.” They all called back.
“Thank you.” They fell back into silence, listening only to Syd’s calm instructions. As each station was completed, they started their clean down. Carmy came back to Syd just as Richie made his way into the kitchen.
“Doors locked, Chefs.”
“Thanks Richie, we good?”
“We are, great night out there. Happy customers.”
“Excellent.” She beamed at him.
“Hey cuz, Claire’s out there. She ok to come through?”
“Uhh, just gimme a minute. Syd, can we talk? Please?”
“Ahhh, Syd's not the only one on a date tonight, huh Jeff?” Tina grinned. Syd nodded and went to the back doors. Outside, Carmy lit up a cigarette.
"I wanted to apologize. You were right." He sighed, pacing. "You're always fuckin' right, Syd. It's nothing to do with me who you date, and I'm sorry. I have no right to try and tell you what to do. I want you to have a good time. I need to get my shit together." He held her gaze with pleading eyes,
"Thank you. I know you and Richie want to protect me or some shit, but -"
"It's not my business, I know." She nodded.
"We need to fuckin' figure out how we get back to before," she started, "this isn't fair on anyone and…"
"And?"
"I miss you. I know you have Claire and it's selfish, but I feel like if we get back to how things were, then that fixes everything."
"What if we can't go back to how things were?" He asked quietly.
"Carm, I can't help you fix - or not fix - what's going on with Claire. You need to do that yourself."
"I know. I'll do better, I'm trying to do better." She nodded and went back to business while she had the opportunity,
"So the duck and the ceviche are really clearing up off the new menu?"
"Yeah, we should hold some extra ingredient stock from next week."
"And we'll do a family party night in a couple months? The Sunday before Christmas?"
"Yeah, Nat's got it planned in."
"Ok. We should go back in, finish up." She went to put a hand on his arm, but stopped herself at the last moment. She was back in the kitchen just as Claire came through,
“Hey everyone.”
“Hi Claire Bear,” Richie greeted her with a hug. Syd started working through the night's orders until Tina came over.
“Why don’t you get ready to go chica?” She murmured, “I’ll clean up.” Syd knew Tina had picked up on the tension recently, even more so in the last week. She gave a small nod.
“Yeah, if that’s ok?”
“Long as you come back here and show me your look. I wanna see how you clean up!” Syd took off to the office with a laugh, getting her bag from her locker on the way past. She closed the door behind her, took off and folded her whites carefully. She had two options for her date and as she looked at them both, she was suddenly torn on which to wear. She pulled open the door an inch or two and called out for Tina who appeared quickly. “What’s up?”
“I dunno what to fucking wear?” The shorter woman laughed and pushed her way into the office. She looked over the two options while Syd nervously twisted her hands. She could hear the others calling out their goodbyes - Marcus, Ebra, Gary, Angel and Manny all out the door as quickly as possible behind the front of house staff. Eventually, Tina picked up her suggestion and put it into Syd’s hands. She’d taken the top from option one and the skirt from option two and combined them. “No, no that’s not one of the choices - it’s too much, we’re only going to a cocktail bar -”
“You’re going out to have fun, you have legs for fuckin’ days and you’re hot as shit, Syd. You can dress up sometimes, y’know?”
“Jesus fuck, I’m gonna need some fucking alcohol.”
“Yes baby, liquid confidence!” Tina grinned, leaving her to change. Syd did as she was told, she knew she’d never hear the end of it if she defied Tina. She changed quickly, twisted her braids into an updo, and headed back out to shove her things into her locker and get her shoes. From the open doorway, she heard Richie whistle,
“Holy fuckin’ shit, Chef.”
“Don’t say it.” She warned,
“Don’t say what?”
“That I’m… I dunno, dressed like I’m asking for trouble, or whatever workaround you wanna use to say I’m dressed inappropriately.”
“Do you feel good?” He asked, sincerely. She nodded. “Good. You look fuckin’ great, kid. And despite what you might think, I want you to have a good time.”
“Thank you.” She smiled gratefully.
“Yo Tina, fuckin’ see this fit Syd’s got goin’ on!” He called out immediately. Syd finished putting on her shoes and went back out to the main kitchen to get her phone.
“¡Muy caliente baby!” Tina smiled happily. At the commotion, Claire came back through the swing doors, closely followed by Carmy.
“Wow, Syd, you look great!” She exclaimed. “I love the skirt!”
“Uhh thanks guys,” She pushed her phone into her bag, “can we stop with the whole… compliments thing now please? Jesus, you’re making me awkward as fuck.”
“Hey, are you gonna be ok?” Carmy asked,
“Yeah.”
“Just… he’s a dickbag, that’s all.”
“Carmy, I’m sure Sydney can look after herself.” Claire pointed out,
“I know she can," he turned to Syd, "but if he tries anything and you’re not interested, just… call me. Or Richie, and -”
"I will be fine. Do not make me pepper spray you.” Syd mumbled. Claire laughed,
"I can't believe they're so protective! Well we're going. See you guys later."
"Just forgot my phone in the office, I'll be right behind you." Carmy told her. Syd crossed her arms across her chest, conscious that he hadn’t stopped looking at her since he’d walked back into the kitchen. She felt wildly under (over?) dressed. She remembered her blazer on the back of the office chair and went to get it. He followed to get his phone, but took the blazer from her, holding it out for her to step into. She slid her arms in and rolled up the sleeves while he straightened the collar, his hand dropping to graze her hip as she started to step out of reach. “Have a good night, Carm.”
“You too. Don't fuckin' hit me, it's just you…-” He started, "you look beautiful." He finished, his voice tense. She shook her head,
"Don't. You're really not making this any easier for either of us, Carmy." She sighed and went back out to the bright kitchen to pick up her bag, Richie kissed her on both cheeks,
“Hey, you call me if that jagoff tries anything y’hear?”
“I hear you. Thank you.”
“See ya later, beautiful girl.” Tina hugged her.
“Bye guys, see you later.” She unlocked the front door ahead of Carmy and Claire and stepped out into the cold night.
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Fish guy was indeed a dickbag. As much as it pained her to admit that everyone had been right, she couldn’t deny it. He was rude to bar staff, arrogant, and he hadn’t stopped ogling her all night. His eyes felt like the greasy sheen from the fryer that she couldn’t quite shift. She was halfway through her third cocktail and she knew it would be her last. She wanted to know that she was still in full control and she knew that a fourth cocktail would remove some of that. They both finished their drinks and she picked up her bag,
“Thank you for tonight, I think I’m gonna head off.”
“You don’t want another?”
“No, no thanks.” She went to think of an excuse but reasoned with herself, she didn’t need an excuse to get out of a bad date. A simple ‘no thanks’ should be enough. And if it wasn’t she always had the threat of setting Richie on him.
“Can I see you again?”
“Umm… no. I’m not really up for dating at the moment. Lots going on at work, y’know.”
“Plus the whole thing with Carmy?”
“The what?”
“Yeah, Rich said you’re, like, into each other but not ready for each other… whatever. Anyway, it’s cool. I know they think I’m an asshole and they’re probably right. Hell I’m not gonna pressure you into anything cos they’d fuckin’ murder me for sure.”
“Yeah… y’know you shouldn’t pressure anyone, right? Like, just cos I have Richie or Carm ready to throw hands… other women have people ready to do the same thing y’know?”
“Oh god, I know. I’ve had my nose broken plenty of times.”
“Huh. Should maybe listen to sense then?” She suggested wryly, she'd make sure Richie passed the message along to staff at all restaurants in the area to avoid him. “Have a good night.” She left some cash on the table to cover her drinks, and went back out into the cold. It felt like a pitifully short time that she’d been in the bar. She checked her phone, it was barely midnight and thanks to the cocktails, she felt wide awake. She walked in the direction of the restaurant where she could call an Uber and wait in the warm. She dug her keys to the back door out of her bag and switched on the single strip light over the pot wash. She took a glass from the bar and poured a glass of wine from a bottle on the family shelf and then sat on the floor of the locker area with her back against the cool wall. She scrolled through the Tik Tok's Richie had sent, and replied to his and Nat's check in messages with a thumbs up. It was nice to enjoy the silence of the kitchen she adored. She heard the back door open softly and close again and rose to pick up a knife from the magnetic strip on the wall, she held it up in front of her.
"Who's there?" She hissed, cursing herself for not putting on more lights, she recognised the broad shoulders immediately though, "Carm? Is that you?"
"The fuck are you doing here, Syd?"
"I could ask you the same thing. Bad date?" She taunted, "Wait, stop. That sounded shitty, I apologize." He shrugged,
"No need, you nailed it. Can you put down the knife?" She put it back on the wall. "How about you, what happened on your date?" Syd sighed.
"Turns out you guys were right, he was an asshole…" She sighed heavily. "You can say I told you so now."
"I'm not gonna do that. I've been way too fuckin' much of an asshole myself the last couple of weeks."
"You said it," she rolled her eyes.
"I'm distracted and distant as well. Who fuckin' knew, huh?"
"Ouch. Well, I have a terrifying co-worker who scared the shit out of my date," she shrugged. "which, turns out, wasn't a bad thing, but I am never telling anyone in this building if I go on a date again." She laughed. "I didn't mean to threaten to pepper spray you earlier, by the way. I mean, I did. And I would if I had to. But I wouldn't, like, enjoy it. Much."
"Good to know." He looked over to her, "So I'm guessing you're not gonna see him again?"
"God, no. He was sleazy and gross. I've decided I'm not the dating type." She leaned her hip against the cold stainless steel counter to take some pressure off her feet.
"You're not?"
"Nope. You gonna fix things with Claire?" He shrugged,
"We keep just goin' round in circles, y'know? Same argument every time. I'm too distracted by this place, working too fuckin' much, too distracted by you -"
"Me? I haven't -"
"I know. You haven't done anything. It kills me that you've been so distant. It doesn't mean you don't distract me." She kept her eyes on the counter, absentmindedly rubbing at a dried water mark with her thumb. "I'm the shittiest boyfriend. I'm pretty sure I fucking spent more time wondering if that fucking prick was touching you than I did asking my girlfriend about her day."
"That is very shitty. I would say she deserves better but… well. That would make me the dumb one."
"You're not dumb."
"I know. But I do dumb stuff all the fucking time. And she does deserve better."
"So do you." He'd moved from leaning against the walk-in, to standing next to her by the counter, she could feel her heart pounding. The day in Nat's kitchen felt like a lifetime ago, the last time they'd had even the briefest physical contact. Her hands shook with the effort of staying under her control. She felt the warmth of his body as he stood at her side, it radiated from him and she realized she was cold. Legs still bare in an empty kitchen, gone midnight in early November. She leaned in, just a little. Her eyes fluttered shut as his nose grazed her cheek, her breath shaking almost as much as her hands. He covered her hand with his own, laughing softly at how cold they were, "Fuck, baby. Putting you on pastry next." He teased. His breath danced across her neck, making her shiver,
"Don't you fucking dare," she warned. She felt a tiny kiss behind her ear, her body betraying her with a whimper she was certain he'd heard. His other hand came to rest on her hip underneath her blazer, his thumb finding the sliver of skin where her top had come untucked. She didn't feel cold anymore, she felt like her whole body was alight. He held her hip with the most imperceptible grip, giving her exactly enough space to move away but silently begging her not to. She let his hand turn her slightly on the spot so she could face him better. She kept her eyes closed, felt his kiss on her jaw and her cheek before he paused. He rested his forehead against hers, one hand coming to the nape of her neck while the other stayed on her hip. She could hear only their shared breath, smell the citrus from the three sidecars she'd had forever ago, the beers he must have had. She can tell he's giving her enough time and space to say no. She finally opened her eyes, "this is the worst idea either of us have ever had." He nodded against her, his nose bumping hers,
"Probably." He agreed.
"I do dumb stuff all the time."
"So do I." She pressed a chaste kiss to his lips before pulling back the tiniest amount. She barely had time to register his reaction, there was just enough time to see a longing and an intensity she'd never seen before and he was on her, capturing her mouth with his own. Syd pulled the thick arms of his jacket down, letting it drop to the tiled floor with a dull thud. She brought her hands up to his hair and let them rake through it lightly. His kiss was desperate and wanting, as she broke contact to tip her head back and catch her breath, he moved to the column of her throat. As he nipped at the soft skin there, he made her moan, tugging his hair a little in surprise. His faint whine has her rolling her hips against his,
"Jesus fuck, Carmy," she gasped, "I am not going to fuck you in our kitchen," she could feel him laugh somewhere in the valley of her breasts. He'd slipped off her blazer and was pulling the straps of her top down her arms, she pulled him back up to her. Both breathless, pupils blown, "I mean it." She told him as firmly as she could. He kissed her again, so softly, so gently, it made her knees buckle.
"Heard," he whispered with a grin. "Beautiful, fuck you're so fuckin' beautiful." He went back to her collarbone, the hollow at the base of her neck. Her hands slipped up and under his t-shirt, feeling the taut muscles on his back. She could feel him through his jeans, hard against her thigh. He toyed with the hem of her skirt, "Syd, can I…"
"Please, please… I need you," she cried as he took one of her nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and biting gently. His deft fingers moved her underwear to one side and slipped inside her, she shuddered against him, her head dropping to the crook of his neck.
"Holy shit, baby," he hissed, holding her tightly to him. He thrust his fingers into her torturously slowly, building her orgasm from so deeply inside she could hardly breathe. "I've got you," he murmured through kisses, "I've got you." His thumb brushed against her clit and she rocked into him. She grasped at his shoulders as she got closer and closer to the edge. "I want this… you, always." He kissed her hard as she came, swallowing her moans as she clenched around his fingers, his name on her lips. He worked her through the orgasm, holding her up against the counter while she regained her breath and stopped shaking. She kept her forehead on his shoulder as he smoothed her skirt back into place and pulled the straps of her top back up, leaving small kisses on their path. She played with the soft curls at the nape of his neck, "you good?" He asked quietly, his nose against her cheek. She moved to look at him, her warm brown eyes still blown with lust.
"I don't know how I'm ever going to look at you in this kitchen again," she cringed. He laughed,
"Same. It's all I'm gonna fuckin' see." She stepped slightly to the side of him, needing space and air between them.
"We really fucked up. What if we ruined everything? This is… this is everything to me," you are everything she added silently.
"I won't let that happen, I promise. We carry on, and in March we're gonna get you a fucking star. I want to give you everything, Syd. You deserve it. That'll never change." She brought a hand up to his cheek,
"I want it for you too." She sighed heavily, exhaustion taking over.
"I'll take you home," he offered. "Then I gotta figure some shit out." She hummed in response,
"Yeah. This can't happen again, Carm. It just can't."
"I know, and it won't."
"And I'm not going to lose my best friend over this either."
"I'm sure Nat appreciates that."
"I meant you, asshole." She rolled her eyes, her mouth scrunching to disguise the smile. "Come on, I need sleep." She pushed him towards the door and he took her hand in his own.
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..... verdict? When I tell you I had an existential crisis on this Chapter! 😅 I had no idea you guys would be so mad at Carmy! But then, Syd is everything so I totally get it!
So I hope I redeemed him just enough for you! And I hope you're happy with the tip over from friends to something more... 🤞
I'm pretty proud of this one, hope you liked it!
#the bear fanfiction#the bear fx#the bear#the bear fanfic#the bear fan fic#sydney x carmy#syd x carmy#carmy x syd#carmy x sydney#carmen x sydney#syd adamu#syd x carmen#sydcarmy#sydney adamu#sydney and carmy#sydney x carmen#carmy berzatto#carmen berzatto
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Unknowingly A Meta AU? owo ? Tim with a Dream Manipulation power he doesn't know he has? Because it can effect HIS dreams. And no one ever mentions it.
His parents? Wearing all sorts of gifts and old jewelry from various sites. They are gucci. Completely untouchable. So the few times Baby Tim DOES show up in there dreams as a kid, when they are in house, they write off as "weird but pleasant".
After all? Who doesn't like to dream about playing with your kid? Going to a fantastical theme park or something? Having a family picnic? It's JUST a nice dream, right?
But! Not everyone has such protections.
And Baby Tim? Gets fixated. Curious. Falls asleep wanting to KNOW. Perhaps, thinking about one member of the Wayne family or another. And since his range is growing? Wayne Manor is juuuuust close enough. Barely, at first. Then easily.
And it's innocent at first. Of course it is. He's just a small child, full of questions. Was Mr. Batman like him as a child? Where did Mr. Pennyworth come from? What was living in the circus like? And so? They dream.
Bruce, playing with a child his age, on the lawn as his parents watch on fondly. Alfred, back too his youth, full of mischief as he runs the streets of his little English town along side friends long dead. Made young once more. Dick, laughing, underfoot, as he and his new friend run roughshod all across the setup site. His parents fond but exasperated.
Such meaningful dreams.
Private, though.
No need to mention them. Or realize the whole household is getting such dreams all at the same time.
And the dreams persist. Tim forever having questions. Or just wondering. Not thinking much on WHY he seems to have such vivid dreams. He's always had them. Surely everyone does. Storybooks certainly seem to suggest that.
Dick leaves. Jason comes.
Dick notices he's started having... nightmares. Chaotic, dark, brooding dreams. Of failure and lose. He doesn't connect things... yet.
Jason doesn't fuckin TRUST these happy clappy, golden sunshine n puppies dreams. The fuck is this? The fuck are YOU? Tim doesn't see a reason to lie. It's just a dream, right?
Uh huh.
Riiiight. Say, Timbits, you ever been tested for that Meta gene thingy? Asks Jason, who has clocked what's happening here, basically night one.
No, why? Asks the clueless neighbor kid.
Before Jason can think of a... polite...ish... way to call him thick and his parents dense as bricks, he wakes up. Gets to spend the whole day looking into the Drake's. Finds out the kid is basicly isolated in that great big house of his. Decides he's... NOT gonna be saying anything.
Welcome to dream land, you little weirdo. Just don't scramble his brains or touch stuff he says not too.
Then? Dick visits. Tim is thrilled. And Dick? Gets his first GOOD dream in weeks. No "what if's", no haunting seconds too late, just? Good moments. Everything languid and lit by golden light. Untouchable.
Perfect.
Him and Kori, between missions, exploring each other. Everything pleasure and light. Grinding. Gasping. Groaning in pleasure as they found just the right angle, sweat catching the light like diamonds. She was beautiful. HE never felt more desirable.
But something niggles in his brain. A sense of being watched, that hadn't been there then. Fascinated little eyes. Blue. Not Jason. Poorly hidden in the corner of the room. He... he should be alarmed. Focus. This isn't for little eyes. Should kick him out. But Kori's here. And everything is soft and so GOOD. He keeps getting lost in that instead.
Is aware, so aware, of little eyes that trail his body like eager hands.
It shouldn't make everything better.
But it does.
And NOW? Now Tim has NEW questions. As puberty closes in fast and without mercy.
And Bruce's dreams certainly have answers. His every desire and fantasy laid bare. Past loves, current lovers, fantasies about coworkers. Being watched. A curiosity. An amusement, perhaps? His brain struggles to pull free of the pleasure and focus.
But eventually, his iron will allows it. He HAS trained for this, after all.
He gets the jump on the... imp? Fae? Youthful looking creature. But touching them just pulls him back under. So he kisses them instead. Strips them. Hands finding places that make them squirm. He's not sure HOW he finds himself fucking them, but he never wants to stop.
And after that? Neither does Tim. He'd never imagined THAT was an option! It felt AMAZING. Which leads to all manner of wet dreams. For every Heroic guest Bruce has. During the day? Prim and proper, everything above board. But in SLEEP? They are pounding their new brother/son incoherent.
Just? Imagine them trying to trigger wet dreams? Trying to get attention in the evenings, so he'll think about THEM before bed. Pouting when their dreams were pleasant nothing instead of Tim Time. The guilty PANIC of guests who TOTALLY boned Timmy drooling and fucked stupid in the Dream Space, now having to sit across Batman, and pretend they didn't do that. Not realizing he totally let them.
Can't get caught, if it's not physical! Dream Sex!
-🐼🐼🐼
and they're completely guilt free because its a dream😌😌😌
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Greetings everyone! So uhm. its been a while since my last liveblog post. there have been some circumstances that made me really not wanna read, but now they have passed and I have risen from the ashes like a glorious phoenix and I can resume my divine mission of complaining about this mediocre-at-best book series to an audience of as many as 60 people if you can believe it. Also we're back to the style of post where I just jot down all my thoughts bullet-point style because my life is in shambles
Anyway, last time we had a chapter where literally nothing happened except for Lucien showing up at the very end, so lets see what he does in this chapter 47
I still cant believe its been only two months since Feyre started permanently living at the night court and forgiving Rhysand for torturing her, its taken me longer to forgive people at my school who mildly annoyed me. Also wait, Feyre was UTM for three months, shes spent more time consecutively being tortured by Rhysand than consecutively having a good time with him wth
Feyre stop fuckin jacking the bat boys off challenge (impossible!!)
Ive seen this part where Feyre talks about the bat boys being so much stronger than Lucien in english where shes like "Lucien may have trained to be a warrior, but Cassian, Azriel and Rhys were Warriors" like oh fuck, we gotta get out of here!! those guys are Proper Nouns!! But in the german version, this line is just "Lucien may have trained to become a warrior, but Cassian, Azriel and Rhysand were warriors" because nouns are always capitalized in german and not just when theyre Super Epic and Cool so you cant do that thing that english books do with proper nouns, and Idk i think thats pretty interesting
Something about Feyre being all like "theyre hunting me, its like Im their prey" really pisses me off, I think its because it could be cool and thematically relevant but instead its just kindof nothing
Speaking of which, Lucien coming ip to her and saying "We've been hunting for you" is so forced, it reminds me of how Tamlin would say these weird objectifying things to Feyre alllll the way at the start of ACOMAF even though hes never said shit like that before, except this is way worse because who on earth would say it like that?? hello?? If you were looking for someone who went missing, you'd say like, we've been searching for you or we've been looking for you, not we've been hunting for you thats just insane
HUH?? which high lord gave her the ability to slow down time??? Thats so overpowered and I dont remember anyone ever talking about it
Oh, of course they cant just be afraid of Feyre, they have to be afraid of Rhysand who just showed up
Did this motherfucker really take the time to change his outfit just make his dramatic entrance just a little more dramatic? Honestly, if it was any other guy I would think thats so iconic, but because its Rhysand just wearing his fucking black tunic again I just want him to explode
"Has your mother, the Lady of the Autumn Court, not taught you that you should listen to a lady?" why he have to say that Lucien's mom is the Lady of the Autumn Court thats so awkward. Also yeah, it sounds more awkward translated from german to english because they use both 'Lady' and 'Dame' (which is german for lady) in the same sentence, but its still just a very bad line
This is actually kind of interesting because Im guessing Lucien called Rhys a dirty son of a bitch in the original and then he growled because its like, oh Lucien insulted his lovely mother that he loves soooo much, but its been translated here as 'Hurensohn' (lit. 'whore's son') so it gains this additional layer where Lucien is not just insulting his mom also using a word that's like a trigger for him which makes it much more impactful imo. good job, Ms. Ernst
The fact that Feyre is getting on Lucien's case for siding with Gamlin over her is mighty ironic when you consider whats gonna happen in acosf, but also Lucien right now and the IC in acosf are making the same choice of listening to their close friend of several centuries over his gf that theyve known for like a year. Like, yeah, obviously its super shitty in both cases but I do get why they did it. And thats not even factoring in the political power Tamlin and Rhys have over their friends, like, it really doesnt matter if you "dont enforce rank" because youre the super special ones who were literally chosen by god to rule, you have an inherent authority over the people around you
This is all so frustrating because I do sympathize with Feyre for feeling abandoned by Lucien because that is essentially what he did, but I really dont like how hes portrayed as being unambigiously in the wrong for caring more about politics or himself than Feyre when its like, first of all, politics impact sooooo many people of course making sure that the SC at leats looks stable from the outside is more important than Feyre's mental health, and second of all, Feyre also pretty much only cares about herself. Which is her right btw, she has been very traumatized, she should be prioritizing herself for a while now, i just dont like the way the narrative frames this whole thing
Honestly, Feyre's kinda slaying rn. Her with her big spooky bat wings being all like "when youve been trapped in the darkness for so long it becomes your best friend" is kinda cool, idc
Okay, nevermind, she slayed for exactly one line and then she was nearly choking on Tamlin's name "because of what Rhysand did to him" girlie that was centuries ago why are you making this about him when he was being abusive two months ago* *i dont think he was actually being abuse but thats the framing of the narrative so im just going with it
I would usually properly translate this line but my brain isnt up to it at the moment, but its onpage 528 and I think you'll know which one I mean if you look at it, but I dont really understand Feyre being like "if I had stayed at the spring court and just given myself over to my own misery, I wouldve learned to take pleasure in other people's pain" Is it trying to justify Feyre being needlessly cruel by implying that it was inevitable and that her UTM trauma would've made her become like this no matter what? First of all, you cant say that for sure though and second of all, wowweweee Sarah Janett Maas knows soooooo much about mental health, she should become a psychiatrist, no degree necessary
"You are dead. You and your entire damned court." ohhhhhh so THATS why they call him death incarnate. Someone bring him back to life so no one ever calls him that again
??? Feyre was talking about how weird she felt about her lack of feeling when she was speaking to Lucien just now, but she was thinking about feeling guilty for desjring Rhysand?? what. Am i just being stupid rn or are those things no in any way related
man this chapter was exhausting
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mwahahahaha i love your ocs. giggle. OK 1, 3, 21 AND 22 FOR VIOLET, RILEY, MIA, N KAI 🤭🤭!!!!!
GAY ASS!!
1.Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?
Riley: Yes tf. (she regularly beats the shit out of them) 192792927392847 of them. NO space on her bed. There's barley space for her 💀 her faves are the ones she got from Jack and Leo (even if she doesn't have them anymore)
Kai: YES BAAHAHHEJR but he's embarrassed and only has a few. They're like. Those ones from hot topic w skeletons n shi. Idk what u expected from him.
Violet: Naur. She got her girlfriend :3 tiddy > stuffed animals. She thinks they're cute though
Mia: No bc she's too embarrassed, plus she got her man so
3. Ask them to describe their love interest
Kai+Violet essentially the same shit, “ethereal, beautiful, etc etc” yk. Except Kai can’t spell or pronounce ANY of the fucking words 😭😭 Kai don’t let anyone else say that kina shit if he don’t know them though, shit is not flying.
MIAS GONNA CALL HIM A FUCKING LOSER 😭😭 but like “he’s such a loser <3..you say that shit and I’ll fucking kill you though, perra.” N then “he’s so cute, even though HE doesn’t think so”
Girl…don’t ask Riley cause you ain’t leaving. THIS LIT APPLIES TO ANY OF HER POOKIES SHE WILL NOT SHUT RHE FUCK UP BAHHAHAWNKENE (she’s insane.)
22. What would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw?
Kai: he’s only ever had one boyfriend, so he doesn’t really know, but like. It’d be some transphobic shit. He’s a cannibal so like, there’s really not much that’s going to bother him
Riley: it took a LOT for her to be done w Jordan..so..honestly, you’d have to do something FUCKED up. She’s so clingy and honestly unstable/used to abuse n shit that she’d rather deal with it than break up. W Jordan it was the consistent cheating and abuse, like, he didn’t love her, at all. He was in it because he loved how dependent she was on him, that she didn’t leave because of his bullshit, until it got to be too much. So it’d be like that :3
Mia: Touching her without consent. Accidental or not. Absolutely not. Like, holding hands, hugging, kissing, shit like that’s fine. If it’s accidental you got abt .5 seconds to try to apologize. Or seriously calling her a whore/slut/anything like that BECAUSE of what happened. WORLD STAR‼️‼️ YOURE FUCKIN DEAD (either way you’re dead tbh…)
Violet: has also only had one actual relationship, so she doesn’t really know, but it’d be like, cheating, though she wouldn’t react so violently (probably.)
22. Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What’s their go-to?
news flash they all fuckijg LOVE being called pet names
Kai: HE WILL ACTUVALLY IMPLODE IF HE GETS CALLED A PET NAME (ESPECIALLY SHIT LIKE PRETTY BOY OR HANDSOME GOOD GOD) he’s not really huge on calling other people pet names other than if it’s romantic, to him, they’re separate from nicknames. He’s not really good at English (help that poor little gay boy he’s Japanese and dyslexic) so he prefers saying them in Japanese. AINT no one know what he saying but it’s usually along the lines of: cutie, pretty boy, and bunny :3
Riley: shocker!! Didn’t get called pet names before, so. Yeah. She fuckig loves them, esp from pookies <3 SHES DEPRIVED‼️‼️‼️ Also not big on using them unless they’re romantically, she’s basic 💔, shit like babe, baby, cutie, darling, honey, or some like. Animal/flower that reminds her of her bookie :3
Violet: 🤯🤯 shocker she’s also fucking deprived, but she only likes them from women. Bc. Lesbian. She actively does. Not. Like being called pet names or nicknames by men. Usually using shit like her gf (picking up on mannerisms) but also beautiful, love/lovely.
Mia: does not like them from anyone besides her pookie, trauma shit lmao. She doesn’t care if people call her nicknames, but pet names are pookie only shi. LOVESSS to say shit in Spanish, mostly Mi Amor/Mi vida <3 she think she romantic asf abt it (she is.)
#SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER I GOT DISTRACTED N SHIT FUCK#Yuri <3#Oc: Kai Miller#Oc: Riley Morgan#Oc: Mia Jacobs#Oc: Violet Jones
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roleplay request!
yo! a call for any stranger things roleplayers, i’m looking for an eddie munson!
this got really fuckin’ long, just sorry in advance. please read it through if you’re interested!
| style |
i prefer to roleplay on discord; tumblr can get a little messy for me and i like to make neat lil’ servers for them, if that’s cool with you! if not, we can work something else out!
i’m pretty flexible with how we roleplay! i’ve done regular written paragraphs but i’ve also done bots [this would have to be on discord]. i’m down for whatever you’d like to try!
for written paragraphs: i can do anywhere from lit to advanced lit, but i’m not strict on anything! as long as we have consistent responses that are 3+ lines and detailed, i won’t have any trouble with the occasional short response! i know dialogue can sometimes be difficult to extend. i love grammar, though! i won’t grade you like your language teacher would, but i would really like it if you put the effort into your writing! [if english isn’t your native language, don’t sweat! just let me know and i’ll understand!]
for bots: first, let me explain what bots are in case you’ve never heard of them! basically, it just means that we would use a discord add-on to the server to add “bot characters” that we can use to interact with each other! if my explanation wasn’t clear or if you need more detail, message me and i’ll explain better! now, onto specifics: for bots, length is obviously going to be way shorter because the roleplay will be mostly dialogue-based. i’ll have a narrator bot that should act as the exposition outside of the characters. that said, when you write for your character, there should be some detail about their feelings while talking, so that there is still some story in the responses.
we can do doubles, where i play a character for you and you play a character for me! we can also just do the one pairing. up to you. i’m totally cool with having background relationships, too.
i do NOT do asterisk roleplay [ex: *she sits down*]
| characters |
i watched stranger things a while back, but i just finished rewatching season 4 and i am on an eddie high [the man is just, chefs kiss]. that said, i don’t necessarily have the deepest understanding of who the characters are, but i feel like i can play them relatively well. in that sense, i won’t expect you to know the characters like the writers of the show do, but i prefer that you stay close to how the character interacts [aka: manner of speaking, reactions, personality, etc.] i understand, however, that many of the situations we come up with won’t have happened in the show and we will have to be creative with how we believe the character would react in those scenarios!
i like playing female characters, but i am totally down to play a male character for you as well! the only character i feel like i will have to study a bit is lucas, otherwise, feel free to ask me about any other character.
i am one hundred percent open to oc/canon pairings and would be so happy to meet your oc! please have a little bit of background info so i can get to know them! :)
canon/canon pairings are also totally cool!
lgbtqia+ friendly! all gender identities and sexualities are welcome!
i will be using my own female oc which i would like to pair with eddie! i can give you her info when we discuss the roleplay!
i’m not a big fan of characters that are perfect in every sense of the word, i think they’re called “Mary Sue” characters. dynamic characters have their own flaws and can be bad people sometimes, i absolutely love that! the more realistic your character is, the better!
for character pairings, i would like to develop plot and real chemistry between the characters before we jump into getting them together. make them really go through it before they realize they like each other. [my favorite trope is enemies to lovers, so you might see some of that bleed in ;) ]
| world building + plot |
don’t let this list fool you, i am actually pretty liberal with how i build storyline. i am not an expert writer and i don’t ever expect anyone else to be, although most likely you’ll be better than i will :)))
au and non-canon compliant plots are absolutely game for me! whatever ideas you have, bring them on. canon storylines are also totally cool! we can find ways to make it specific and fun for us!
my main themes are fantasy, romance, sci-fi, some angst, fluff, and just general tomfoolery. i love adventure. i tend to stay away from heavy topics, but we can integrate some of those into the plot [after all, it gives the story substance].
i am nsfw friendly [in fact, i love smut lmao] but i am looking for overarching storyline, not just nsfw. sfw is also good! no sweat with whatever you’re into. just a warning though, there will definitely be drug and alcohol use.
i currently don’t have many ideas but i would love to brainstorm together!
| kinks + hard limits |
this should go without saying, but for an nsfw roleplay, no minors! 18+ O N L Y!
i have a lot of kinks. my character tends to be submissive, but she’s actually a switch! so, there you go ;)
main kinks [i’m not good with kink names]: bdsm [typically rope or being tied with fabrics], choking, spanking, spitting, marking [bites n’ such], hair pulling, degradation, pet names, cnc [pretty much just somnophilia], oral sex [both receiving and giving], possessive behavior, angry and/or rough sex, and above all else, affection [corny, i know], plus much more that i cannot currently remember
i love the idea of characters being mean to each other because they like each other [see: enemies to lovers], but love and gentle treatment is also very, very nice.
hard limits: anything that involves children, incest, bodily substances not including come [i am too grossed out to write the other ones, but i think you know what i’m talking about], necrophilia, snuff, abusive behavior of any kind, sexual assault or coercive/forced behavior, weapon play
there may be other stuff, but again, i am kinda brain dead at the moment so if you’re curious just ask me while we discuss. if there is anything not on these lists, i would also recommend you ask ‘bout that!
also, please no nudes or propositioning. i just want to have fun, make friends, and roleplay!
| about me |
i am 20! my pronouns are she/they. i am abrosexual, also known as fluid.
you can call me ‘drea!
i am multi-fandom: other fandoms include kamisama kiss and harry potter [there are more, but those are my mains atm]
i swear like a sailor, just as a little warning.
i really love making friends with the people i roleplay with! we can talk about all the stuff and shoot the shit. i don’t bite and i’m unhinged so we’ll have fun if you like to get weird.
always feel free to tell me if something is happening, if you need to talk, or if you have any questions/concerns, i am here as a fellow friend and i would love to be there for you!
please share your favorite stuff with me: music, shows, animes, etc! i love learning about new things and i do not judge any preferences so, share share share! [if you’re comfortable doing so, ofc]
if you have any other questions or want to talk about maybe roleplaying, shoot me a message! i would love to hear from you.
#eddie munson roleplay#eddie munson rp#stranger things rp#stranger things roleplay#roleplay#stranger things
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Chapter Six of " Whiskey & Cigarettes"
ps : I'm not good at english.
DRIVE ME CRAZY—
I drove her to the bar she kept mentioning, and then I returned home right away. I changed into my pajamas, and consumed the stake she had cooked for me, observing that it was tasty despite being a little cold at the time, I stepped outside to my balcony up in my room, and lit up a cigarette.
I'm not the kind of person to smoke nonstop. I sometimes smoke when I'm stressed or just need a time to loosen up.
And cigarettes made me remember a long-ago promise to my mother saying that I'll never do alcohol or cigarettes like my father did when I was a child, and I failed her by breaking that promise.
Every time I thought of my mother at night, I felt horrible and break to pieces.
My father told a big fat lie about my mom's death. Declaring that She died from a terrible illness, wasn't even true.
My father poisoned her after their argument that night; back then, they were a toxic couple. With both of my eyes, I saw it as clear as crystal.
I could still feel the pain of how my father would constantly mistreat my mother and how, whenever I stood up for her, I would receive the same discipline as my mother.
He made me call him "Godfather," which is funny because I wasn't even permitted to mention his name.
Prieto "Papa" Vargas.
The name of the person who murdered his own wife in front of his unico hijo. My own father is my greatest enemy.
I took a mouthful of smoke and let it out.
ring! ring! ring!
There are always these fuckers trying to ruin my great fucking night whenever I smoke.
I answered the call with an irritated grunt.
"speak." I instructed the caller as I took a mouthful of smoke in and exhaled it
" Hello ? Are you Celesté's boyfriend ? " the caller inquired, Uncertain of the boyfriend part.
" Yes, why is that ? " I asked, i had to admit i like the sound of that "boyfriend" thingy but i preferred "husband" more anyway.
" Celesté's drunk as fuck here and we don't know where she live at right now since she told us she already left her old apart—" the caller got interrupted by the noise coming from the background
" Hiél is a good- gooood~ kisser~ i like him~" I heard Esta (Celes) from the background, I stood up straight and put my cigarettes in the ashtray that was next to me.
" I'll pick her up, don't fucking leave her there all by herself, got it ? " I instructed the caller who I think might be her friend, Unless I'm mistaken.
" Y-yes of course ! why would i leave her here !? that would be so rude of m—" After hanging up the phone, I hurried to my closet to get my black hoodie before running downstairs to get my keys and leaving the house. Fuckin' hell she's drunk ?!
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" Hello ! are you her ride ? " The person who called me was guiding Celes at all times while holding her on her shoulder.
" Yes, that's me." I approached the two who were looking at me; the girl who appears to be Celes' friend had a really concerned expression.
I pulled Celes from her friend and opened the passenger door. I brought Celes to the seat in bridal style. God this woman must be mad.
I locked the door and faced Celesté's friend. Fuck I should have taken my four-seater vehicle.
" What happened to her ? " I questioned Celes' friend in a cold attitude.
" You see— I— I told her to not drink another glass but she didn't listen.." The unknown figure said.
At this point, I'm just pleased Celes is safe and just doing okay.
I exhaled with relief.
" There is no uber at this time, therefore I'll call someone from my office to bring you back to your house safely. " I took my phone out of my pocket.
" Hello Mr. Ice ? " One of my employees responded. thank god.
" I have a friend here- sorry what's your name ? " I turned to face the person in front of me.
" Lia, it's Lia " she stated
" Okay, I have a friend here named Lia who is unable to book an uber; pick her up and drive her home safe and sound; I'll send you the location." I stated,
" Sit down on the bus station; they should have arrived by now. Just be mindful of your surroundings." I turned to face Lia and pointed toward the bus station that was nearby.
" Thank you very much, and please take care of her.. mr. Ice ? " She hurried to the bus terminal and smiled up at me as she did so.
I then proceeded to my car, where I sat in the driver's seat. I started the car and sped away, beeping Lia to say goodbye and thank you as I went.
While we were traveling, Celes spoke often about silly things.
" You know Hiél ~ I'd kiss you every single time if i was your wi— wife~" she turned to face me and grinned. I chuckled each time she mentioned my name. she's cute.
" I'll kiss you too." I had a smile on my face as we headed home.
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I parked right in front of my residence, walked around my car to get to the passenger side, I leaned forward and grabbed her heels and lifted her in a bridal style.
She wrapped both of her arms around my neck and continued to give me little kisses on my face and neck. This woman is just clumsy and touchy when she gets drunk
She continued to hum a song, and even her murmurs sounds adorable.
We went inside as I went upstairs and brought her into my room. sliding her carefully to the bed. God, her skin on mine felt so soft.
I got up and grabbed a set of pajamas from my walk-in closet.
Changing her clothing could be unpleasant to anybody, but I have seen her body far more frequently than anyone else. She trusts me with her body, and I know this for myself. I'm not a pervert who freaks out every time I see a woman's body. Lol that's crazy. fuckin' hell who am i even explaining to ?
" Hiél ? " Celes talks a lot while asleep when she's affected by alcohol, and I've learned to adapt to that. However, sometimes I just record what she says and send it to her the following day to make fun of her. lol
" shush baby, I'm changing your clothes stay still for me mhm ? " I murmured. While still changing her clothes.
She informed me she feels more comfortable without her bras after I unclipped them because she never wears one to sleep.
" Hiél, i love you~ " she gave me a flying kiss as I was gathering her clothes off the floor. I love her. i love how everything about her is so perfect.
" I love you too, Está" I gave her a kiss on the forehead and took her worn clothing into my arms, then tucking her in my comforter to keep her warm before going downstairs to wash them.
I used to call her Está back when we were just in high school, and using it again made me feel so content. ha. i don't know what this woman did to me i love her anyway.
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(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Thursday (Part 2)
Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday (Part 1) Friday Saturday Sunday
Spotify Playlist (collaborative)
Warnings: panic attacks, swearing, puking, concussions, mentions of injuries/bullying, homophobia
Word count: 5,138
After school, you were sitting on the couch as you furiously typed on your keyboard at an extremely fast pace. You were on a roll with these essays, they were probably going to be finished by the time you had to go back to the school to get on the bus with the team. You figured that you could even finish Annie’s essay and get started on Sammy’s US history presentation on the sociopolitical climate of the United States in the mid twentieth century to today. However, instead of covering a variety of topics like the rubric requested you to do, you were only going to talk about the significant events that happened to the LGBT+ community starting with Stonewall and going to Obergefell v. Hodges. You were also going to go in depth about how even if there are more opportunities available and more laws set in place to protect for LGBT+ people in the present then there were in past, members of the LGBT+ community still suffer heavy discrimination in the workplace and in the public. With receipts of course, the assignment required a minimum of three pictures per slide, and the group chat was a perfect source.
After that was done, you would email Sammy’s teacher (you had her last year for US history and you knew that she had a son in the grade below you currently transitioning from female to male) that you were the one that did her project and send screenshots of Sammy calling you slurs. Luckily for you, you had receipts of her being transphobic in the past that you could also send. Everything was effortlessly falling into place for you today.
As you were typing, the front door swung open and two overly excited fifth graders ran into the house and up the stairs. A tired Schlatt followed them. “I will never know how the hell Phil keeps up with them.”
“I dunno, maybe because he’s already raised three kids before.”
You watched as your uncle jumped and whipped his head over towards you, his hand clutching his chest. He lightly glared at you, “christ kid don’t do that, you nearly gave me a heart attack.”
You smirked at him before turning back to your laptop to continue typing the essay. You were almost done with the conclusion paragraph on Annie’s essay and you wanted to get to Sammy’s presentation as fast as possible. As you were typing, you felt a warm air fan across your neck and your uncle’s voice right next to your ear, “whatcha typin?”
You lept off the couch and almost fell into the coffee table before steadying yourself and deadpanning at Schlatt. “I was typing an essay before you interrupted me.”
He snorted, “it looked like you were on a roll, just thought I’d see what my beloved niece was writing. Can I read it?”
Your eyes lit up as an excited grin split your cheeks, “yeah, but lemme catch you up real quick. Adrian, Sammy, and Annie got mad at me a few days ago and wanted me to do some homework for them as a sort of payment. But after they pulled that little stunt in the lunchroom yesterday, they decided to be little bitches to me and call me slurs. So naturally, I decided to change the essay prompt into an in depth analysis about discrimination LGBT people face from their peers on the daily. My english teacher’s really against homophobia and the project’s worth twenty five percent of our overall grade, so it’s perfect.”
While you were rambling on and on about your detailed plot for revenge, Schlatt couldn’t help but be proud of the person you’d become. A major part of him was impressed that you came up with a detailed plan so quickly, that meant that his cunning nature was rubbing off on you and that made him ecstatic. Sure you mentioning not being straight was new to him, but he was prepared to accept you for whatever you identified as. He didn’t care how people identified, he just cared if they were good people. And his niece was one of the best kids he knew. He’d let your slip up slide for now until you felt comfortable enough to properly come out to him.
“That an amazing plan, fuckin brilliant. Though, you could do more.”
That piqued your interest, “I’m listening.”
“Do you have any blackmail?”
Your eyes glinted with sudden understanding, “why yes I do, uncle dearest. I just so happen to have thousands of texts from them talking shit about each other and basically the entire school. And them being incredibly racist. They would be destroyed if that came out.”
“Two things. One, never call me that again. Two, perfect. Keep it as leverage if they try to do something. You don’t pull out all the good cards in the first round, you wait for the right moment to strike so you can win. You need to constantly defend yourself against other players and anticipate their every move. If you leak everything right now, you won’t have anything to use against them if they have something up their sleeve you didn’t know about. Patience is key in things like this.”
You absorbed every single word that came out of his mouth like it was the holy gospel. Although he was your uncle and you loved him with all your heart, but he was a sly bastard when he wanted to be. He knew his way around fighting and manipulating people just right, so you were incredibly happy that you were on his good side and he absolutely adored you. Though questionable and morally gray, he was giving you advice because he cared about you and you’d be an idiot to not heed his advice.
“That’s genius, Uncle Schlatt. What would I do without you?”
“You’d get along just fine without me, you would’ve gotten there eventually. You’re smart. I’m just givin you a little push in the right direction.”
“I honestly would’ve never thought about waiting, I was so dead set on getting revenge that I would’ve just leaked everything all at once. I want them to feel how I felt when they were around me. I-” you paused. Would this make you the same as them? You’d be screwing up all their grades, Adrian’s job, and Sammy’s athletic career. You came to the chilling realization that you’d be the same as them. You’d be as manipulative as they were. “...Uncle Schlatt, would that make me the same as them?”
“Fuck no! You’re always gonna be better than them no matter what. When they’re at their best, you’re always gonna be a whole lot better than them. They deserve what’s happening to them, it sounds like they put you through so much shit the past few years. I actually think you could do a whole lot worse to them if you’re willing to put more work in, but it’s your plan and if you think that what you’re doing is too much,” he darkly chuckled, “you wouldn’t like my idea.”
“You’re right, they deserve everything I have planned for them. God, I don’t know what I was thinking, ‘would that make me the same as them,’” you mocked what you said earlier, “what a load of shit. Anyways, thanks Uncle Schlatt. I’m gonna get back to writing this. They’re due tomorrow and I wanna finish as much as I can before I have to go.”
“Alright, whaddya want for dinner? Phil’s gonna be like thirty minutes late from work so I’m cookin tonight.”
Oh no. No, no, no, no. That man can barley cook boxed mac n cheese, let alone anything else. He’d burn down the house if you left him alone in the kitchen with the stove. “On second thought, why don’t I help you with dinner? We can make some chicken alfredo.”
“Awe, you’d rather hang out with me than finish your homework? Ya really do love me. C’mon let’s start.”
The process of making dinner was… interesting. Multiple times, Schlatt almost spilled boiling water on himself and he even managed to burn the pasta while it was in the water. How he even managed to do that you’d never find out, you had your back turned cutting up vegetables and herbs at the time. That was when you subtly started to take over in the kitchen, giving him smaller tasks while you handled everything else. You felt bad for Tubbo, his father can’t cook for shit.
By time you finished, about an hour passed and Philza had come home and changed out of his work clothes. The two adults sat at the table discussing something that you didn’t pay attention to while your brothers and cousin were in the living room waiting for you to finish dinner. Finally, you set the table and it was time to eat.
Because you couldn’t have many fatty foods before any matches or practices, you had made a separate plate for yourself that only had plain pasta, chicken, and broccoli. You were surprised with how well it turned out, you were following an iffy recipe you found on the first link Google brought up.
After dinner, you went upstairs to put your uniform on and pack a little bag full of things you might need: a small blanket, some snacks, a water bottle, and a portable charger. Oh, and fuzzy socks and a pair of crocs. You could never go wrong with fuzzy socks and crocs. Feeling a vibration in your pocket, you pulled out your phone.
Hales : )
(Y/n), I’m omw to your house
Gonna give you a ride to the school
(Y/n)
Hales you don’t have to give me a ride, I can drive
Hales : )
Don’t care
Omw, be there in like 7 mins
You swiped out of yours and her conversation and opened up the family group chat
(Y/n)
I don’t need a ride to the school, Haley’s giving me one
She’s gonna give me a ride home too
Dadza
Alright, thank her for me
Tell her I said good luck too!
Uncle Schlatty Patty
Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do
Dadza
(Y/n), do everything he wouldn’t do
Uncle Schlatty Patty
Fuck you I’m a good influence
Dadza
You’re really not
Wilby
^^^^
Technology Sword
^
Uncle Schlatty Patty
Fuck all of you
You heard Haley’s car pull into the driveway and dashed out of your room with your bag. Just as you put your hand on the doorknob, a hand stopped you.
“Coat.”
You grumbled as you reached past Philza to grab your coat. After you slipped it on, you were pulled into a hug. “You’re gonna do great out there. I know you’re gonna win this, we’ll be watching in the stands.”
“Damn right she’s gonna do good, she’s my niece after all.”
Schlatt pulled you away from your father’s hug and tried to ruffle your hair before you swatted away his hand, “don’t. You have no idea how long it took me to get a perfect ponytail. I have an ungodly amount of hairspray and bobby pins in my hair right now.”
“Fine. You’re gonna kick their asses tonight.”
Tommy and Tubbo pushed past Schlatt and both tackled you into a hug making you stumble slightly back.
“Kick their asses good (y/n)!” Tommy cheered, making you crack up before one stern glance from Philza completely stopped you. “Tommy, don’t say that. (Y/n), not funny.”
“Alright, Haley’s waiting for me. I gotta go, love you guys!” As you turned to walk through the door, you could hear your family following you and shouting “good luck”. You felt heat creep up on your cheeks as Haley rolled down her window and wove at your family with the biggest grin on her face.
“Thank you! We’re gonna take home the gold for sure!”
You hopped in her car as she rolled up the window and chuckled. “I love your family, they’re always so full of energy. It’s refreshing to see compared to how boring my family is.”
You glanced at your entire family gathered on the front porch. Tommy and Tubbo were practically vibrating with excitement, Wilbur and Techno calmly smiled and wove at you, Philza was grinning widely at you as you saw his mouth forming words that you couldn’t hear or read, and Schlatt was grinning cheekily at you. You raised your hand to wave at them as they vanished from view when Haley pulled out of your driveway. You smiled softly, “I love em too.”
The car ride was relatively quick with the same soft indie pop music floating from the speakers and an easy going conversation with Haley about the match tonight. You both thought that you could beat the other team if everyone focused 100% and played exactly like you guys did in practices. If everyone did that, you would be unstoppable.
Luckily for you and Haley, you were the first ones in line to board the bus so you two got the back seat with Zara and Jazzy sitting across from you guys. The hour long bus ride passed quickly and lively with you four passing around your phone and playing some mad libs, you were sure that by the end of the last game you four were laughing and crying. Sometime in the middle of the trip, you noticed that Haley would start to lean on your shoulder and continuously glance at you as she laughed. You desperately wanted to believe that it was because she liked you, but she was straight and she was your best friend. She was probably trying to make sure you were having a good time.
When the team had gotten to the opposing school and left the locker room to stretch in the gym, you could hear your family start to scream your and Haley’s names from the front row next to you, Tommy and Tubbo being the loudest amongst them with Philza trying to get them to quiet down so you could focus. You felt your cheeks heat up as you smiled at them and Haley wove enthusiastically back at them. Zara was laughing at you two. Stretching went by in a flash and before you knew it, you were on the court facing the opposing team.
The first match was won by the opposing team by five points. The second match stretched on and on until it was won by your team narrowly by two points. The team was going to have to shape up in the third match if you guys wanted a chance at winning, the opposing team was good. Before the third match started, Coach Williams called for a time out so you guys could talk about strategy. Before Haley could go back onto the court, you pulled her aside.
“Hales, we need to do what we practiced. The other team won’t be expecting it at all, I’ve been setting you up this entire game. They’re never going to expect you setting me up for a spike.”
“When are we going to do it though? We need a better plan.”
“I’m sure the opportunity will come and both of us will recognize it. We just can’t do it too early in the game though, that’ll ruin their surprise.”
“(Y/n), I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“When do I not Hales? We gotta get gold this year.”
The third round went by with both teams constantly swapping places until you both were tied fifteen to fifteen. You saw the ball flying towards Haley, giving her the perfect opportunity to set you up for a spike. “HALEY NOW!”
You watched as her face hardened in determination as she pretended like she was going to spike it by jumping high in the air and stretching her arms back, making the opposing front row players all gather in front of her. Much to their surprise, she launched it towards you as you leaped up and went for the kill. The stinging of the ball hit by your wrist and the smack sound the ball made when it slammed onto the open gym floor was something you’d never forget as the crowd around you went wild over the unexpected play. You could hear the high pitched screaming of Tommy and Tubbo over everybody else. Glancing at them over your shoulder, you saw them jumping up and down on the gym floor and looking at you with awe filled eyes and gaping mouths. The rest of your family looked at you with similar expressions, their cheers echoing in your mind. Winking at them, you turned back to your team and went straight to Haley. Clapping a hand on her shoulder, you pulled her into a quick hug, yelling over the raving of the crowd. “HALEY WE NAILED THAT!”
“HOLY SHIT I DID NOT THINK THAT WAS ACTUALLY GONNA WORK!”
“You have such little faith in your setter! You wound me Hales.”
“Well, I would have more faith in you if you weren’t chaotic on the court, sweetheart.”
You felt yourself surge in happiness at the nickname, but you couldn’t afford to focus too much on it. Your team only needed one more point to win best in the state and go to nationals. It would be the first time in your team’s history if you reached national level, and you’d be damned if you were the one to screw it up for them.
The last rotation went on for a while, each team fighting tooth and nail for the state championship title with clashing determination. You tried your best to block every hit and try to set Haley up for a spike, and you were successful for the most part, only missing a few blocks. You saw the setter adjacent to you set the spiker up for a spike and jumped up in time to try to block it, your arms stretched upwards and your palms out. Only, the ball didn’t hit your hands. It collided painfully with your nose, ricocheted off your face with a thwack and sailed over to the other side of the court. Your head whipped back as your body followed suit and flew backwards onto the floor. Without giving you any time to react, your head bounced back and cracked against the polished hardwood floor of the gym. Everything went black.
“...(y……”
“..(y/n)......”
“(Y/n).”
You faintly heard someone calling someone’s name over the continuous ringing noise. Was it your name? It felt right, so it had to be your name. You peeled your eyes open to see a blurry figure hovering over you. It was swirled with tans, browns, and backs. After a while of the figure repeating your name, it slowly became more recognizable, albeit appearing twice in your vision. It took you a while to figure out who this was before your muddled brain recognized Haley.
“Hales! There’s two o’ya. Twice as beautiful babe…” You slurred out as you attempted to smile at her.
“Oh thank god, PLEASE WE NEED A DOCTOR SHE HIT HER HEAD!” Her usually angelic voice gritted against your brain like sandpaper making you cringe as pain exploded in your head.
“God babe you’re so loud, why’s so bright? I-wha's goin on?” You blearily tried to move your head to look around only to be stopped by a pair of large hands on each side of your head gently holding it in place. You moved your laggy eyes around to look at the figure. He was a blonde man with blue eyes and a hint of stubble on his chin. His eyebrows were knitted together and he looked… he looked… your brain worked to figure out why he looked how he looked. Who was he?
“Please don’t move hun.” His muffled voice was baritone. You squinted at him trying to figure out who this man was.
“Who th f-fuck… why?”
“I’m your dad hun. Do-do you not recognize me?” You made a noise in the back of your throat as your stuffy brain finally put a name to the face.
“Dad- wha’s goin on? I’on feel so good…”
“Shh, I know, I know. Just stop moving and talking. Everything’s fine. I’m here. You’re okay.”
“Mmk… Dad, where are we? I’ont know- you’re so quiet.”
“Stop moving so much. You’re on the floor in a gym. You just won your team the state championship. Now stop talking please.”
Huh. So that’s why everybody seemed to appear from above you. You strained your eyes to look around you, but you could only see your dad’s face hovering above you. “Shit I- who’s aroun’ me? Where’s Hales?”
“I’m right here sweetheart. I got the doctor, Mr. Minecraft.”
Your dad’s face moved away from your vision so fast that it made your head spin and your stomach twist. Another face appeared above you that you once again didn’t recognize.
“I’m Doctor Martin, can you tell me your first and last name?”
“Uh, (y/n) Minecraft?”
“Good, what month are we in right now?”
“Nov-November?”
“Close, it’s late October. Can you tell me who this,” he pointed to your dad, “is?”
“S’my dad Phillip.”
“That’s your dad Philza.”
The questioning stopped as he suddenly shined a blinding light into your sensitive eyes. You hissed as you tried to move your head away from the offending light only to be held in place by your dad’s hands. Your head spun as you moved too quickly and a wave of nausea hit you, making you groan and move your arm to cover your eyes. Your hand was stopped by something warm and soft wrapping around it and holding it tightly. Everything was so overwhelmingly and painfully bright and loud. You wanted to make it stop.
“Mr. Minecraft, your daughter appears to have a concussion. I don’t have the tools on hand to determine the severity of it, but it’s worrying that her pupils are asymmetrical, she’s delirious, and has slight memory loss. I understand you live about an hour away from here, and it’s alright for you to take her to a hospital closer to your house. Make sure you keep her alert.”
Your delirious mind only registered about half of what came out of the doctor’s mouth. You mumbled gibberish as you once again opened your eyes to look around. You were only briefly able to crane your neck to the left. Several figures large and small were standing behind your dad. Your family, your mind supplemented. Slowly, your mind was starting to recognize your surroundings even if there was currently double of everything and everything was blurry.
“I’m going to help you stand up. Do ya think you can do that?”
“Yeah Dad.” You lifted your upper body off from the ground with a gentle hand on your back helping you sit up. Fighting the wave of nausea that slapped you in the face, you reached up to rub at your eyes. A hand once again stopped you. You peeked your eyelids open and lightly glared at whomever stopped you. “Hales you’re lucky you’re so cute I woulda slapped you. I like holdin but you’re bein annoying. Stop.” You attempted to make your voice sound firm, but the words that came out of your mouth were slightly slurred.
She was silent as she helped her dad haul you to your feet. Once on your feet, you saw the room spin and felt yourself start to sway slightly. An arm wrapped itself around your shoulders and pulled you close to them so that your weight was supported. They were a little taller than you were making it easy to lean on them.
“...Can you walk?” A deep, monotone voice rumbled the chest of the person you were leaning against.
“Mhm. ��M not weak.” Though your limbs felt like they were made of molasses, you placed one foot in front of the other slowly. The person moved alongside you, “you’re doing so good, keep going.” That sparked familiarity in you as you stopped in your tracks and tried to look up at the person you were leaning against making the person tighten their arm around your shoulders when you almost fell over.
“Tech?”
“Yeah, it’s Technoblade. Just focus on walking. You’re almost out of the gym.”
When you realized that you were out of the gym, you sighed in relief. It was so much quieter and darker. Though it was still relatively bright, it was better than the gym.
“S’better.”
“When we get her to the car we can give her some sunglasses or something if it’s still too bright for her.”
“Wilbs-”
“Focus on walking.”
You huffed in irritation, “don’ tell me what to do bitch.”
You felt Techno’s body jolt slightly as he chuckled, making your head throb at the sudden movement. “Just walk.”
When you walked outside, you shivered as you felt the cool air nip at your exposed skin. Right, you were in your volleyball uniform. “I’ll go pull the car around, you guys stay with her.”
You saw a tall brunet start to walk away from you. Uncle Splat? Uncle Schmat? Whatever his name was, you were sure he was your uncle. You tried to snuggle closer to Techno, craving warmth but never being satisfied. Where was your uncle?
After a while, you saw a car moving towards you and blinding light pointed right at you making you cringe away and groan. Techno started to slowly walk towards the car. “C’mon (y/n), you’re almost there. When you’re in the car you can relax.”
“Tommy, Tubbo, and Techno, you’re in the back row. Schlatt can drive and Wil, you’re taking the passenger seat. I’ll stay with her in the middle row so she can have some room to lay down.” Tommy and Tubbo were with you? Why weren’t they talking, they usually were very vocal.
“Tom, Tubbs didja like the game?”
They didn’t say anything as they climbed into the car. Did they not hear you?
“They’re just… tired (y/n).” Your dad’s voice reassured you as he took Techno’s place holding you up.
“I wanna nap. ‘M so tired.”
“You can’t sleep yet. We gotta get you to a doctor first.”
“Mm. Makes sense.”
“Let’s get you in the car hun.”
As he helped you climb into the car, you felt an overwhelming wave of nausea wash over you making you lose your balance and almost faceplant into the cloth seats. You felt yourself being gently, yet urgently taken out of the car and led to grass as you felt your esophagus shorten. Something burning made its way up your throat and spewed into the grass. You felt someone rubbing your back as you puked up your dinner.
When you were done, you reached up with a shaking hand to wipe your mouth. “You feelin better? Think you can get back into the car or do you need to sit down for a bit?”
“Car.”
After some difficulty, you were successfully in the middle row of the car laying down with your head on Philza’s lap. Soon enough, your shoes were taken off and a blanket was draped over you.
“(Y/n), what do you remember?”
You scrunched up your face as you squinted at Philza’s face. “I remember playing volleyball with Hales. She’s so pretty, she’s straight though. I remember the other team hitting the ball, me jumping, then nothin. Wha’ happened?”
You watched as Philza winced, “well, you got everything right so far. You got hit in the face with the ball so you fell and hit your head on the floor. You were passed out for a minute before you woke up. It was a pretty nasty fall, we’re going to the hospital now. How’re ya feelin?”
“Head hurts, ‘m seein two of everything, an I can’t think.”
“Do you know what a concussion is?” You nodded in his lap slightly, “you probably have one.”
After a while of talking, you were slowly starting to come to your senses and your speech was clearing up, but your head was still too stuffy to think about what you were saying before you said it. You didn’t have a filter.
“Do you wanna tell us about your week so far? Do you remember most of it?”
“Mhm, it was shit. On Monday I had a panic attack and Adrian, Sammy, and Annie were being bitches to me all day. They fucked up my back. On Tuesday, they got mad at me for ditching them and they had me do their homework, had another panic attack, and Haley told me that someone took pictures of our boobs ‘n stuff and they were gonna leak it to the school if Haley didn’t stop hanging out with me. Haley and I almost kissed, but she’s straight. Pulled an all nighter and Wednesday I accidentally came out to Tech and Wil and had another panic attack. Annie, Adrian, and Sammy took more pictures of me through my window, Annie outed me to the entire school and slapped me. Another panic attack, skipped the last two classes and felt like shit the entire practice. Today Adrian and Sammy told me to kill myself and I had another panic attack. ’S about it.”
As you were going through your week, the hand that was previously gently stroking your hair had frozen as the car was enveloped in a tense silence. Luckily, Tommy and Tubbo were passed out in the back seat so they didn’t hear how bad your week was. Everyone awake knew that you had a few bad days this week, but they didn’t know the full extent of it. You watched as Philza’s expression had turned downright murderous, but you didn’t really care. You were busy talking about your week.
For the rest of the car ride, Philza asked you simple questions like what your favorite color was, your favorite animal, basically your favorite everything. Eventually, the car pulled into the hospital parking lot and Philza helped you get out of the car. “Schlatt, can you take the boys home so they can get some rest? I’ll stay with her.”
“Yeah, I’m on it. Don’t cause too much trouble (y/n), we all know you can raise hell.” He watched you for a reaction, but when you didn’t react, he coughed. “Well, I’ll see ya later kid. Good luck.”
The car drove off leaving you and Philza at the front of the emergency room building. “It’s gonna be a long night (y/n).”
“I gotta finish Annie’s essay and Sammy’s presentation though.”
“No you don’t, I’ll email your teachers.”
You two checked in with the front desk before moving to sit on the uncomfortable chairs. It was going to be a long night. You were so tired.
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dream smp high school au and what they'd teach:
i had to get it out of my system but i'm so happy with how these turned out
mr notfound: engineering (the engineering teacher never really teaches and kinda sits in his office but the entire school simps for him so there's always a teacher hanging with him. his curriculum is free form and an easy A but genuinely pretty damn fun)
mr. nap: gym (hes the nice gym teacher who says screw the pacer test and rope climbing and you guys just play basketball after running like 2 laps. he's super gullible and will let anyone sit out for any semblance of pain. that is until the film teacher comes into the gym, then he's a tryhard beating freshman up to make layups on lowered hoops)
mr. wastaken: physics (the coolest class that always does crazy expiriments with large falling objects and questionable usage of dry ice, people always think his experiments are fake but he'll be the first to give a class long lecture on why every single piece of his work is 100% accurate. there was this one incident when he used the engineering teacher to explain torque and it ended with mr. notfound being caught in his arms. there's pictures but he still denys it.)
mr. blade: advanced english lit (mr. blade has no time for freshmen and if he does like a frosh into his class they've gotta he the damn best. his class is based on old literature analysis and storytelling. his favorite unit being greek mythology. most of his assignments aren't just boring essays or stressful discussion. no one truly knows what mr. blades class is like until you've taken it, they're often heard chanting "blood for the blood god" before exams but the principal is yet to do anything about it.)
mr. awsamdude: comp sci/coding (sam is the teacher everyone adores, there's usually at least two people crying in his office before and after school but he always knows what will cheer them up! he tries to work closely with mr. notfound but he's busy with the physics prof so sam has gotten really close with his TA tubbo. they do all kinds of coding competitions and his class is known to be a safe haven for students of all kinds- "coding is for everyone!" he always chants)
ms. nihachu: art (known for the classroom with the best vibes niki insists on dropping the ms. and formalitys. she's the teacher with lofi playing and bean bags and couches in her beautifully decorated classroom. she has an open classroom meaning anyone can come in anytime and she is dedicated to making sure no one eats lunch alone. a couple times a year she goes on a huge rant about loving oneself and the value of not judging others, needless to say everyone adores her - especially the theatre kids as her class is constantly helping them with set design)
mr. soot: music/theatre (does he have a degree? unknown. does he teach anything besides music? couldnt tell ya. mr soot roams the halls during class hours that aren't his one choir period; popping into various classes to pretend to be a student or just all around goof off. his theatre program however, one of the best. he makes the most extravagant plays and musicals with barely any budget. after his show goes on he goes dark for like 2 weeks straight "recuperating" but no one questions because that kind of genius needs resting)
mr. frost: math (ant and red would TOTALLY teach math together and it would be so cute everyone would see them walk in and out of school together and ship them and their classroom would be a safe space for people to come out or even just hangout. ant would be a crazy good teacher who is understanding and not one of those asshole math teachers. he's the one everyone always wants to have haha)
mr. jacobs: film/freshman history (mr jacobs is the freshman heartthrob and senior best friend. he teaches film as history, film as lit, and frosh history - basically the easiest classes, but he makes them the most fun. in his lit classes they watch cartoons and search for literature similarities or historical evidence. in his history classes he goes on grand lectures often standing on tables to reenact his favorite history moments. occasionally he brings in his friends to re create a massive fight in front of all the history classes, it's scuffed but everyone always looks forward to them)
ms. puffy: head counselor (ms puffy is the sweetest soul and often is helping students with everything from their personal lives to college. she assigns the TA's and classrooms and works closely with mr minecraft to make the school as conducive of a learning environment as possible.)
mr. minecraft: the principal, the big man himself, mr fuckin minecraft. (he constantly looks sleep deprived and exhausted but he loves the students and teachers with his whole heart. he takes no shit from annoying parents or asshole students and is known to ban the entitled cruel students from all his favorite teachers classes, leaving them with the worst teachers. usually he can be found telling dream he can't have more money for explosives, begging wilbur to sleep and rest, and telling techno he's gonna have to teach a english 9 class eventually. that and dealing with his new TA's.)
our lovely teacher assistants:
ranboo: english TA (thought he was gonna get art with niki but puffy out him with the blade. originally he was terrified but he's growing on mr. blade with his deep analytical thoughts and similar dry humor. granted- he does have the most work of all the TA's because mr. blade makes him grade all the multiple choice tests, but he's really starting to love the english classroom.)
tubbo: comp sci TA (tubbo had been begging to be sam's TA since freshman year where he took almost all the coding classes in one year. plus, the computer science room is right next to the physics room in the science wing so he can pop over and see tommy all the time. tubbo and sam stay in the computer lab way later than philza should allow but they've made magnificent codes for the school. everytime tubbo points out he's graduating soon sam starts to tear up, but he knows tubbos gonna do big things, he's just gonna miss his goofy TA.)
tommy: physics TA (the pounding philza got on his office door when tommy didn't get wilbur was ground shaking. puffy and philza calmly explained that tommy has a knack for physics if he would just focus and genuinely learn from dream. "big D" as tommy calls him, wasnt jazzed either. their year as TA and teacher started rocky but dream would come to realize that tommy is more talented than he lets on and after speaking to wilbur and puffy he realized there was a damn good reason he was given tommy. he took it upon himself to turn tommy into the best student he could be. and tommy isn't one to back down from a fight. little did he know this year would be the best year yet.)
i'm so happy with this and i actually think i might expand it idkkkk :)))
#also there's a few inconsistencies like tommy irl says he hates math and physics but shhhh it works better#this makes me so happy n for what#dream smp#dreamwastaken#mcyters#dreamnotfound#dnf#karlnap#mcyter#sapnap#tommyinnit#wilbur soot#ranboo#georgenotfound#captain puffy#nihachu#mr wastaken#tubbolive#karl jacobs
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DIABOLIK LOVERS Para-Selene Vol.6 Sakamaki Subaru Animate Tokuten CD
Original title: DIABOLIK LOVERS Para-Selene Vol. 6 逆巻スバル アニメイト 各巻購入特典ドラマCD
Source: Diabolik Lovers Para-Selene Vol. 6 Sakamaki Subaru Animate Tokuten CD
Audio: Here
Seiyuu: Takashi Kondou
Translator’s note: I don’t know if they are popular in other countries too but aquarium dates have always struck me as such a typical Japanese thing. I’ve seen it so often in anime/dramas/etc. but in real life, I’ve never really heard of two people going on a date to an aquarium. :p If anything, it’s mostly just parents with their children visiting those places. I loved all of Subaru’s little tsundere moments where he would grow jealous over the fish because they captured his S/O’s attention. xD His bolder attitude near the end of the CD wasn’t half bad either. <u<
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The two of you are walking in public.
“Che...This fuckin’ sucks...The aquarium lures in visitors at night as well!? ...Do you really enjoy comin’ here with me?”
You nod, smiling.
“...! ...I see. Damn, guess you give me no other choice. I’ll keep you company then.”
Subaru suddenly comes to a halt.
“This pool attracted more people than I would have expected. What’s happenin’ over here?”
You explain.
"The Dolphin Night Show? Hmー”
You ask if he would like to watch.
“I don’t mind but are there any open seats left?”
You point.
“Hm? ...Ah, you’re right. Guess we can sit down there then.”
The two of you walk towards your seats.
*Splash*
“Oh. Seems like it started already.”
*Splash splash*
“Ah...Hm...”
*SPLASH*
“Haah...
...The fuck’s so interestin’ ‘bout this? It’s just a bunch of dolphins jumpin’ in the air and headbuttin’ some balls. ...Say? How much longer will this go on fo...Oh...Fuck. Look at her watchin’ in awe like a damn kid...”
*Splash splash*
You suddenly turn your head towards Subaru.
“...Eh? W-W-What!?”
You ask why he was looking.
“...W-Who says I was lookin’ at you!? Don’t be gettin’ the wrong idea, geez!”
The crowd cheers.
“M-More importantly, the dolphins are ‘bout to pull somethin’ again so shouldn’t you watch that?”
You turn your attention back to the show.
“...They call it a ‘big jump’ but is this shit really worth gettin’ so excited over?”
*SPLASH*
“...Woah! Amazin’...! So high...!”
The two of you get splashed with water in the process.
“...Ugh.”
*Clap clap clap*
“The water splashed all the way over here, huh...? ...O-Oi!? Are you alright!? ーー Actually, you got pretty soaked. Do you have anythin’ to wipe yourself down?”
You start rummaging through your bag.
*Rustle rustle*
“Aah...Then use that towel.”
You offer to wipe his hair as well.
“...Hah? Nah, I’m good.”
You insist.
“I don’t catch colds, so it’s fine. Instead you should worry ‘bout yourself, right? Your hair got wet as well so hurry up and wipe it.”
You act tough.
“Hell no it’s ‘fine’. ...Gimme. I’ll do it.”
You become hesitant.
“Oi! How am I supposed to wipe your hair when you back away like that? Come closer!”
Subaru scoots closer.
“Keep still, ‘kay?”
*Rustle rustle*
“...There we go. Guess that should do. ...Your clothes aren’t that wet at least. ...Oi. Why are you all tensed up? Also, your face’s red. D-Don’t tell me...You’ve got a fever!?”
You explain.
“...Hah? I’m too close? ...!! D-Don’t get all flustered over every single lil’ thing...!”
He moves away a little.
“Here, you can have your towel back. Also...Wear my jacket.”
Subaru throws his jacket your way.
*Thud*
“Stop complainin’ and just put it on. It didn’t get wet and...It should help you warm up a lil’ at least. I don’t want you...to catch a cold. (1)”
You thank him.
“No need to thank me, honestly. ...The show has ended so should we go to the next thing? There’s still other stuff you wanted to see, no?”
You nod before the two of you get up from your seats.
*TIMESKIP*
“...That bein’ said, the inside of an aquarium is darker than I expected. You better not trip, ‘kay? “
You tell him that won’t happen.
“Heh. I wonder? You’re a huge klutz, aren’t you? You’d definitely trip and fall while gettin’ distracted by the fish.”
You puff out your cheeks and protest.
“Heh. Let’s see ‘bout that. ...Let’s go.”
You suddenly stop walking.
“Hm? What’s wrong? ...Oh, jellyfish.”
You note that they are very beautiful.
“...Aah? What’s so pretty ‘bout these gelatinous blobs? They lit up, that’s all, right?”
You continue to look at them.
“...You like these guys?”
You suddenly start dragging Subaru towards the tank with jellyfish.
*Rustle*
“...Wah!? ...F-Fine! You want to go there, right!? Don’t pull me!”
You are totally excited about watching the jellyfish.
“Are they really that beautiful? They’re just floatin’, right? I don’t get the appeal at all...”
You continue to watch the jellyfish in awe.
“Haah...She’s totally enraptured by those damn jellyfish...I don’t get chicks...”
He continues to watch you in silence.
“...You’ve seen enough, right? Let’s go already.”
You want to watch the jellyfish just a little longer.
“Che...I’m goin’ ahead. I’ll leave you behind if you take too long!”
You try and chase after him but nearly trip in the process.
“...! Watch ouーー!”
Subaru catches you in his arms just in time.
*Thud*
“...Ugh. Haah...See, what did I tell you? You almost landed on the floor. You really are so clumsy.”
Your cheeks flush bright red.
“Wait. ...Hmm~? Look at those flushed cheeks...You’re basically tellin’ me I’m free to do what I want, right? In that case, I won’t hold back. I’ll suck you to my heart’s content, right here, right now.”
You protest.
“I won’t wait. If you don’t behave, I’m gonna rip apart your throat with my fangs.”
You immediately keep still.
“Hehe. Perfect. Just be a good girl, and I’ll make sure you enjoy it.”
Subaru nearly bites you but other people arrive.
“ーー Ugh. There’s visitors approachin’, huh? ...Fuck off.”
You frown.
“Oi, don’t get all worried over some other people.”
You shake your head.
“It’s not ‘impossible’. All you need to do is focus on me.”
You insist.
“Haah...Guess you leave me no other choice. If you’re that desperate, I guess I won’t suck you here.”
You sigh in relief.
“Why do you seem so relieved? I won’t suck you here, but you better don’t believe this is the end.”
*Rustle*
“If we can’t do it here, we can simply go somewhere a lil’ more private, right? In that case, we can both have some fun.”
Subaru grabs your hand.
“Let’s head home. We’ll continue where we left off once inside our room. ...I’ll give you my love until you fall apart.”
ーー THE END ーー
Translation notes
(1) Literally he says he would be troubled if she were to catch a cold, however, the expression ‘I don’t want you’ sounded more natural to me in English.
#diabolik lovers#dialovers#subaru sakamaki#diabolik lovers translation#diabolik lovers drama cd#drama cd
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of pubs and profs pt.2 [tom holland x reader]
➽ pairing: professor!tom x fem!reader (y/n)
➽ word count: 2.7k
➽ summary: for some reason, you just can’t say no to tom holland, even if you know that it’ll end in sadness.
➽ warnings: explicit language, mentions of sm!t
➽ a/n: you all voted for opap pt.2, so here it is!! enjoy! masterlist/taglist in bio!
Your heart was in your throat for the entirety of class, and it only got worse when Tom dismissed the class. You had been terrified for when class ended and you had to talk to Tom. You gathered your stuff in your bag and lingered awkwardly. Once when the room was empty, Tom got up from his place at his desk and shut the door, and then he turned to you. “I think we should… Address the obvious here,” he started. “I want you to know that I like you. I really do, but--”
“But we can’t be together,” you supplied quickly. “I know. I should’ve asked what your job was.”
“Well, there was no reason for you to,” Tom said. His eyes were focused on you, and the contact was too much; you looked down at your lap. As cliche as it was, seeing his pretty eyes only reminded you of your night and the way they glittered as he looked down at you. “I… I feel partially responsible. I knew that you were the right age to be a student, I just didn’t think about it, I was so distracted and blinded by…”
“By…?” You said. “By what?”
Tom shrugged. “You,” he said. “You are so beautiful, and… I was distracted by my own desires and wasn’t thinking rationally. Please don’t blame yourself; I’m as responsible as you are.”
You chewed the inside of your cheek, and you mumbled, “Guess we gotta break up, huh?”
“Would be for the best,” Tom agreed. “That being said, you… You left something at my apartment.”
You furrowed your eyebrows. “What?” you asked.
Tom laughed, his cheeks growing red. “You seem to have left your panties,” he said. “I put them through the wash, they’re all clean for you. Unless you’d rather me keep them...?”
You had noticed that you left your panties at his apartment, but that was the plan. In the best circumstances, you would have called him that night and asked about them, and you would have had an excuse to go back and retrieve them. However, given everything, you would need them back. “No, no,” you said. “You can keep them. Throw them away. Whatever.”
“Are you sure?” Tom asked. “They seem expensive.”
“Just keep them,” you said softly. “‘Cause how would I get them? Go to your apartment? You’d bring them to class? There’s no way to do that innocently.”
Tom sighed. “You’re right, I guess,” he said. “Well, at least one of us has our head on straight.”
You tilted your head in confusion, and Tom added, “It’s so, so wrong, but, darling… I was so happy with you. That sounds stupid, but I slept easy with you in my arms. I had gotten into a habit of not sleeping at all, but you made me feel happy and safe and comfortable enough to… Anyway. I have feelings for you, my darling, and I can’t just overlook them.”
“Tom, we can’t,” you whispered. “You could lose your job, I could get expelled. I like you a lot too, but we just can’t.”
Tom nodded, and he wrung his hands together. He was perched on the corner of his desk like at the beginning of class, and he said, “You’re right. You’re right, darling. You’re so smart… Well, I have my phone number in the syllabus in the event that email goes down, so there’s an excuse for having my number in your phone. I… I will see you on Friday, then, Ms. Y/L/N.”
You nodded. “See ya, Dr. Holland.”
“Alright, tell me about Tom.”
A pang of sadness hit your chest, and you looked up from your computer at Zendaya. “What?”
“Your new boyfriend,” Zendaya said, playfully jabbing your ribs. “I wanna hear about him.”
“Oh,” you started. You were dying to tell her all about the scandal that you had found myself in, but you were scared to admit it. “Well, his name is Tom. He’s from London.”
“How old is he?” Zen asked.
“Umm…” you started. “In his mid-twenties.”
Zendaya nodded. “His job?” she asked next. “Does he have one?”
“Yeah, yeah, he does,” you mumbled under your breath. “You… You can’t tell anyone this.”
“Ooh, is it juicy?” She asked, readjusting herself on the couch for the incoming gossip.
“Yeah,” you said. “He’s a… Umm, a professor.”
“At our university?” Zen asked, and you nodded. “What does he teach?”
You swallowed thickly. “English lit.”
“Oh, does he know this Dr. Holland guy?” She asked. “I have his class tomorrow morning; you had him this morning, right?”
You sucked in air through your teeth as shame filled your chest. “I did, yep,” you said. “And he does know Dr. Holland… Because he is Dr. Holland.”
Zendaya sat for a moment, blinking at you. “You…” she started. “You fucked our professor?”
“I didn’t know he was our professor when I fucked him,” you scoffed. “C’mon, Zen, give me more credit than that! But we talked after class and we broke up. It’s better, ya know?”
“Oh my God,” Zendaya laughed. “Oh, that’s really funny, Y/N. You fucked our professor, that’s--”
“Alright, stop,” you said. Your phone buzzed against your thigh, but you paid it no mind. “I’m in mourning right now, just…”
“Oh,” Zen mumbled. “Shit. You really liked this guy, huh?”
“I did,” you nodded. “Like… Love at first sight. That’s stupid, but… I really, really liked him, and not just because he was good in bed. He was sweet and funny and so handsome, and we really got along. I... “ Your phone buzzed again, and you looked down to see a flurry of text messages from Big Dick Tom. “Oh, Jesus, he’s texting me.”
10:32PM - Big Dick Tom: I’m so sorry.
10:32PM - Big Dick Tom: I’m such an asshole please
10:34PM - Big Dick Tom: Please take me back.
10:36PM - Y/N: you shouldn’t be texting me right now. i already told you, i can’t be with you.
“He seems drunk,” Zendaya said, and you tilted your phone away from her.
“Invasive,” you chuckled, but your heart still sank. She was right; he did seem like he was drinking.
10:37PM - Big Dick Tom: I’m so sorry darling. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.
10:38PM - Y/N: you didn’t. just leave it alone.
Before you could properly close the conversation, your phone began to ring with a call. “Christ,” you mumbled. “He’s calling me now.”
“Put it on speaker,” Zendaya said, and you batted her away.
“What did I say about you being invasive?” you said, but did as she asked anyway. “Tom, what’re you--”
“I’m the biggest asshole in the world,” Tom said quickly. “Please, darling, please forgive me.”
“It’s already done, Tom,” you told him. “You’re forgiven. You really can’t keep texting me and calling me like this.”
“I know!” Tom sighed. “It’s fuckin’… God. I miss you.”
“I’m gonna hang up,” you said quickly.
“No, please don’t,” Tom whimpered out. “I just miss you. You’re so pretty and smell so nice, and I loved sleeping next to you. Can we meet somewhere? I wanna see you. I miss you.”
“It’s half ten,” you sighed. “Nowhere’s open. And we can’t do that anyway, we can’t be seen together--”
“Oh, fuck off!” Tom groaned. His accent was thick, his voice low, and you swallowed thickly. The sound of it was attractive, and you couldn’t stop the thought of him whispering in your ear with that voice, a hand in your hair and the other…
Your train of thought was completely derailed when you heard a shattering from Tom’s end of the call. “Tom!” you exclaimed. “What was that? Are you okay?”
“Threw a bottle,” Tom mumbled.
“Christ,” you whispered. “You’re drinking, aren’t you?”
“You know something? I am,” Tom said. “Why do you care, though? It’s not like we’re dating or anything.”
“I care about you, you dick,” you told him. “You’re acting like this isn’t hard for me too. I told you that we had something special, Tommy, and, if things were different… Ya know? I like you, you piece of shit, just… Christ, I’m coming over.”
“Why?” Tom asked.
“Because I don’t think you can be alone right now,” you said. “You’re drunk and throwing things.”
“What happened to ‘we can’t be seen together’?” Tom asked.
“Do you want to see me or not?” you asked.
There was silence for a few long moments, and you almost thought that you had misread the situation. Then, Tom said, “I do. How soon will you be here?”
“Give me like half an hour,” you said. “Please don’t do anything stupid until I get there.”
You remembered the way to Tom’s apartment, and you got there quickly. You had to knock on his day and wait for him to answer, and your heart sank deep when he revealed himself. Sweatpants and a t-shirt, his hair undone and frizzy with unkempt curls, his cheeks red with drink. He was holding his hand away from his body oddly, and you saw thin streaks of blood on his fingers and palm. “Hi,” Tom said simply.
“What happened?” you asked, taking his hand in yours. You saw a little glimmer of green glass in one of the cuts, and you tugged him to the bathroom, kicking the door shut. “Did you really smash a bottle?”
You sat Tom on the edge of the bathtub and began to look through the medicine cabinet for anything that could help bandage up his hand. “Felt like it,” Tom sniffed.
“Jesus,” you whispered. “Tommy, listen, we both know how terrible this is, but getting angry like this isn’t gonna help anything. Fuck, do you have any antiseptic?”
“Under the sink,” Tom told you. “I wish things were different.”
“Me too,” you admitted. You retrieved the bottle and a few cotton balls, along with a set of tweezers and a roll of gauze, and you sat down in front of him. Carefully, you pulled his injured hand towards you, and you began to extract the glass bits with care. Tom winced every so often and you apologized, and, finally, once that bit was done, you began to clean up the cuts.
“I…” you began. “I should drop your class.”
“Why?” Tom asked. “Am I… Do I make you uncomfortable?”
“No, no, no,” you said quickly. “Not at all. I just can’t focus. I’ll never pass.”
“Why can’t you focus?” Tom asked. “Is someone giving you a hard time?”
You had to remind yourself that Tom had been drinking. “You are, doofus,” you scoffed. “I can’t focus on the lecture when you’re the one giving it. If I stay, I’m gonna need tutoring out the ass.”
Tom pulled his hand away from you with a gasp, and you almost thought that you had hurt him, but the smile on his thin lips said differently. “That’s how we do it,” he said. “Tutoring. I tutor you! We get to meet at least once a week outside of class, in my office, alone… Would you want that, my darling?”
Your knee-jerk reaction was to say yes. After all, you did want to be with Tom, but anxiety kept you from instantly agreeing. “What if we get caught?” you asked. “It’s your job on the line, and my scholarship, I might even get expelled. It’s so… We just can’t.”
“But isn’t that a bit exciting?” Tom asked. “The rush of it!”
“You’re insane,” you huffed, grabbing at Tom’s hand, but he stopped you.
“Am I?” he asked. “Or am I actually smart?”
You chewed your lip as you considered it. The fact that you were even considering it at all was enough to make your breath falter in your chest, but you had to admit that Tom was making a good argument. Anyway, you only had his class for one term. 16 weeks. That wasn’t that long, in the grand scheme of things. You could do it, if you were careful. “Let me sleep on it,” you said softly. “I wanna do it, but… I don’t know. There’s so much at stake.” Tom nodded in understanding, and you whispered, “And you might think differently when you’re sober.”
“I won’t,” Tom said. “I’ll still think you’re the best girl there is.”
“You hardly know me,” you said softly, looking up at him. You wound the gauze around his hand, trying to cover the cuts, but his other hand cupping your cheek stopped you.
“That might be true,” Tom said. “But you’re special. I know it.”
“You are too, Tommy.”
The smell of coffee filled your head, and you squeaked as you stretched. It smelled different than usual, lighter than Zendaya’s usual dark roast, and your heart nearly stopped. It wasn’t coffee. It was tea.
You shot up in bed, gathering the blankets in your fists. Tom’s bedroom. Tom’s bed. Tom was making tea. You studied yourself, trying to assess the damages, and you found bruises littering your hips and thighs. If you could see your neck, you would bet that he had left hickeys there too.
You cursed yourself every which way to Sunday as you got out of bed. You knew what was bound to happen if you saw Tom again, and there you were, right back where the problem had started. Your arms felt weak as you shoved your shirt from the night before back on, and you whirled around. Bra. You had left your bra.
“Woah,” a low chuckle came from the doorway. Tom stood there, grey sweatpants and damp hair, absently stirring a spoon in a mug. “Late to class?”
“No,” you said quickly. “I need to--”
“Need to go,” Tom sighed. You saw a perfect mouth-shaped bruise just under his nipple, and the sight of it stopped you. You remembered every beat from the night before, every kiss, touch, breath, and moan, and the memory of his hands was enough to stop you dead. “Right.”
“No, actually,” you said, taking a breath. Your intentions had flipped as soon as you remembered, and you scrambled for an excuse. “Need to go to the bathroom. I don’t remember if I went after we finished last night.”
“Ah,” Tom hummed slowly. “What’s it called? UTI?”
“Yes, and they can be painful,” you said quickly.
Tom smiled, a sleepy, fuzzy thing, and he pulled you into him with one arm. His lips were warm against your forehead, and he whispered, “Good morning, sweetness. Glad you slept well.”
“Well, you nearly exhausted me last night,” you chuckled. Your arms circled his waist and you pressed your nose into his hard chest. “Would’ve been impossible for me not to.”
Tom landed a kiss in your hair, and he said, “I didn’t wake you up, did I? Seems to be my superpower.”
“No,” you said. “The tea did. I’m used to coffee.”
“Oh, my darling, you need to get familiar with tea,” Tom said. “I’m from Southwest London, we do tea.” With that, he offered you his mug, and you peered in for a moment, assessing the light tan drink, before you carefully took it and took a sip. It was warm and tasted good, lighter than coffee, and you nodded carefully.
“I think I like coffee better,” you whispered, and Tom gasped.
“You just insulted the whole of England,” he said. “How dare you.”
“To be fair, England deserves to be insulted,” you said quickly. “Most independence days that are celebrated are celebrating independence from your whack-ass country.”
“That’s…!” Tom began, then sighed. “Yeah, no, that’s fair. Well, do you want me to pop out and get you a coffee?”
You giggled. “No, I’m alright,” you said. “I’ll make it work with your pathetic leaf water.”
“Better than bean water,” Tom said, sipping his tea.
You laughed at him. “Did you really just shade me and sip tea at the same time?”
“What does any of that mean?” Tom asked. “Is that a meme?”
“Jesus, you’re not that much older than me!” you laughed. “I’ll have to teach you memes.”
“And I’ll have to teach you not to sass me,” Tom said. “You can get awful lippy, my darling.”
“I sure can,” you said and bit your lip as you played with the band of his sweatpants. “Want me to show you?”
“You little minx,” Tom smirked. “I’d never say no to you.”
#tom holland#tom holland fanfiction#tom holland x reader#tom holland angst#tom holland x reader angst#angst#fanfiction#prof!tom
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hi! first of all i just wanna say how grateful i am for your unending great headcanons, and for being one of those blogs who are always feeding my carlesme heart with content that sm*yer deprived them of. honestly, thank you. and idk if you've done this already, but i just wanna ask what do you think are the cullens up to during this pandemic? <3
tysm! I'm so glad people are enjoying the absolute drivel im churning out bc i have so much more coming.
I love thinking about how these guys are gettin on in corona. Most of my thoughts on this are headcanons shamelessly adopted from @askcarlislecullen and @gisellelx but ofc I have my own thoughts too! I'd really recommend you check out their fic Cien Años de Compañerismo on ao3 because it's some grade A Cullens-do-corona content imo
i personally headcanon that the pandemic has been hard on the Cullens but no one more so than Carlisle. He and Esme have been moving constantly since February 2020, following the hot spots around the world. He worked in Italy for two months at the beginning of the pandemic because he felt compelled to use his lack of fatigue where it was most needed. Briefly, he considered staying in Volterra for vampire-safe residency but Aro, as hospitable as he is to Carlisle, is undeniably creepy. Both he and Esme felt they would actually be safer living amongst dense human population in Lombardy. In March and April, Carlisle was working for entire weeks without break and when he did come home - for human appearance's sake - he was severely distressed, uncharacteristically short and anxious to get back. He's lived through a number of plagues in his time but, to this day, he's never seen anything like what he saw in Bergamo hospital.
Pretty soon he was drafted back home so he and Esme moved back to the US. Rosalie and Edward both hold medical degrees so they retrained and volunteered for the front of the pandemic. It was incredibly hard on both of them - Rosalie because, despite her inhuman strength and power, she could do nothing to stop innocent people from dying. She had never encountered innocent death before and it will take years to process when its all over. Edward because of his own undoubted medical trauma. Edward ended up having to take a long break in June of 2020 as the climbing sickness and death was getting to be too much for him. When he did return in October, he volunteered his effort outside of ICUs and emergency rooms. He takes much shorter shifts and Bella has learnt a lot about how to help someone suffering with PTS tendencies. Rosalie has resumed her newborn blood-resistance lessons with Carlisle and the extraordinary amount of time they're spending together have actually made the pair a lot closer.
As for the others, some of them have taken great advantage of online schooling becoming more widespread. Alice and Jasper took themselves to the South and are fuckin about on zoom school (fashion with a thesis on green-washing and, weirdly enough, philosophy and ethics respectively). Emmett and Esme are enjoying their time off. They wanted to dedicate some of their luxury to the pandemic efforts of course, but neither could hope to be around dying humans or vaccination centres without chowing down on somebody. Instead, they take semi-regular shifts with a volunteer domestic abuse support hotline because when Esme read about the spike in victims, she wasn't going to do nothing about it and so yes she drafted her son in too. They also donate ofc. She can't take too many calls without it getting too much for her so in her ample off time whilst Carlisle is working, she has thrown herself into multiple renovation projects. Emmett, with little to do besides keep Rosalie propped up, likes to help. He's only allowed to aid in demolition though as it's all he seems to understand. When Carlisle does come home, he immediately lies face down in Esme's cleavage in their room with the lights turned off. It's how he unwinds.
Emmett, Alice and Esme have all created tiktoks.
Bella was mid English Lit degree when the pandemic struck so she's just a stay at home vampire student.
Those that don't have to interact w society, generally don't. Getting temperature tested is honestly a ballache for someone without much of a body temperature. Carlisle, Rosalie and Edward usually just rub their hands on their foreheads really fast before going in. They also signed off on each other's lateral flows and covid swabs until the pandemic progressed to the point of human doctors just doing their own. Six needles were necessarily broken when they had to get "vaccinated".
It's weird and they're barely getting to spend any time w their loved ones in comparison to usual but the six of them that are living together are making it work the best they can. Carlisle and Esme have made a promise to take a year away from all work when this is all over as they've officially had history's shittiest 100th annivesary so far (they did do a lil something special for her 100th birthday but they'll also likely celebrate that again afterwards too).
rutabaga doesnt exist bc she creeps me out
#ask#raeser#the Cullens#see how neatly i shipped Alice and Jasper off#i dont hate them#i simply dont have any emotion towards them#they can come back after the pandemic okay#rip carlisle tho mans is fuckin tired#when will he get a break idk#i do love the idea of him and rosie getting closer over this tho#bc genuinely i think theyd be such a powerful duo being like the two smartest fuckers in the fam#also them having a real father/daughter relationship warms my cold dead heart#thank you for the ask <333
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Un-alone, Chapter 18
Here it is!
“Corpus Christi in Texas?”
“Yup, seems your boy’s mobile.” Fred was playing with a toothpick while sitting on the Frenchman’s couch, in his suite.
Lucien sighed from his bedroom.
“Do we know if he intends to settle there or is his US tour going to last any longer?” He asked.
“Apparently he had to meet with some folks in New Mexico but intends to settle for real in Texas. Some of his henchmen were spotted there already, but the man himself still has to join his goons.”
“Very well.”
Lucien walked to the telephone and composed a number.
“Allô? Oui, please let the driver of Agent J know that his stop should not be in New Mexico but at Corpus Christi, in Texas… Many thanks.” Lucien hung up the phone and went back to his room, leaving the door open.
“So you’re goin’ there too or it’s too easy for the great L to take care of, huh?” Fred asked with enough disdain for Lucien to frown from his bedroom. He had laid a suitcase open on his bed and was packing his essentials.
“I am joining him. He is still in training and has no idea how to even dress. How could one expect him to capture an everything-trafficker?” Lucien's voice said from the bedroom.
"Well, he's still technically in trainin' but you just called him 'Agent J', as if he was official…" Fred took a chocolate from the bowl on the coffee table. Lucien came out of his bedroom with a briefcase in his hand. “Think he has potential?”
"Thank you for letting me know where Mordankovich is." The Frenchman coldly answered and Fred raised an eyebrow.
“Don’t wanna answer?”
“Non.”
“Fair enough…” Fred took another chocolate from the bowl on the table and tossed the wrapping on it. Perle jumped on the table and started playing with the shiny bit of plastic.
“Perle, non.” Lucien came and took the wrapping away from her. “Chocolate is no food for you.”
“Meow!”
“C’est malpoli de répondre.” The Frenchman gently answered.
[It is impolite to talk back.]
Lucien threw the wrappings in the bin and Perle followed him around.
“What are you gonna do with it?” Fred asked.
“With what?” Lucien answered.
“With the cat? You gonna go to Texas with it? Also, I didn’t know you had a kitty… C’mere…” Fred extended a few fingers to Perle who came to sniff them. “Ouch! She slapped me with her claws!”
Lucien couldn’t help but smirk.
“Perle, ne lui fais pas de mal, s’il te plaît.”
[Perle, don’t harm him, please.]
The American sucked on his bruised finger and frowned.
"To answer you, Perle is coming along." Lucien said and crouched down next to the cat's travel box. He put a little soft blanket inside and dropped a few treats on it. "Viens, ma belle."
[Come, my beauty.]
Before obeying, Perle brushed herself on the Frenchman.
"Oui, tu viens avec moi. Je ne vais pas te laisser toute seule, non?"
[Yes, you are coming with me. I will not leave you on your own, will I?]
He gently scratched her head and Perle purred. She appreciated the scratches for a while before she decided that she had enough and the smell of those tuna treats inside the travel box was divine…!
"Never thought you were the pet ownin' type." Fred helped himself to more chocolates. "Hell, you couldn't even bear with people who wanted to work with you…! And now you got a kid and a fuckin' cat!"
"Well, if we are done, Fred…" Lucien walked to the front door. He put his coat on and wrapped a scarf around his neck. "If you don't mind, I need to leave."
"Oh, sure." Fred took an extra handful of chocolates and left. “Oh, before I forget…” Fred turned from halfway through the hotel corridor. “We’ve got a guy in Texas, E, he’s good with machines and stuff. G'luck!"
A few hours later, Lucien was aboard a plane. He stretched his legs in front of him and sighed as he looked through the window. He was thousands of miles above the ground and as late as it was, he couldn't even see the clouds beneath him. It gave him the impression that he was floating in space, far from the Earth and its problems, in a business class bubble, far from targets, ministries and intelligence agencies.
The lights dimmed out in the plane and most passengers slowly fell in Morpheus' arms. Lucien looked through the infinite darkness.
"Meow?"
"Dors, ma chérie. Je suis là."
[Sleep, sweetheart. I am here.]
Lucien had put Perle in the seat next to him, still in the box.
"Meow…" She complained.
"Je sais, c'est moins confortable que dans mon lit, sur le coussin à côté de moi. Mais on est dans un avion."
[I know, it is less comfortable than my bed, on the pillow next to mine. But we are on a plane."
"Meeeoooow?" She begged and Lucien sighed. He opened the box's door.
"Tu restes près de moi, d'accord?"
[You stay next to me, understood?]
Perle curled in a ball of fur on her master's lap. He scratched her and she gently purred, blinking slower and slower.
"Meow."
"Qu'est-ce que tu veux?" Lucien smiled. He could barely admit it, but he grew fond of Perle in a way he never thought he could.
[What do you want?]
When he left his suite in his hotel, he had taken a last glance at the living-room, and smiled. That cat had transformed his days as much as it had his environment. Now he had to commit to a routine to feed her, to change the water from her bowl, even though she preferred to drink from a tap, to take care of her. And he had to invest money in toys, scratching posts and even in a soft satin bed that she decided wasn't good enough for her. She preferred to sleep with him and wake him up in the morning, sweet headbutts and rolling purrs.
"Meow?" She asked.
"Fine, Fine." Lucien smiled and Perle rolled on her back, looking up at her master with her deep blue eyes. Lucien cleared his throat.
"Ne m’oublie pas,
[Don’t forget me.]
Je vais devoir m’en aller.
[I have to go.]
Ne m’oublie pas
[Don’t forget me.]
Tu ne dois pas pleurer.
[You must not cry.]
Même quand je suis très loin de toi,
[Even when I am very far from you,]
Tu restes dans mon coeur
[You remain in my heart.]
Je chante en secret chaque soir
[I sing in secret every night]
Pour que tu n’aies plus peur.
[So that you don’t feel scared]
Ne m’oublie pas,
[Don’t forget me,]
C’est à regret que je pars.
[It is with regret that I leave.]
Ne m’oublie pas,
[Don’t forget me,]
Quand je chante, tu es dans mes bras.”
[When I sing, you are in my arms.]
Lucien smiled. Perle had fallen asleep, just as Jérémy used to when Lucien used to sing this to him, in bed.
"Sir?"
Lucien's head swooshed to the feminine voice. It was an air hostess.
"He is adorable." She said.
"She is a female, but thank you."
"Oh, I'm sorry. What's her name?"
"Perle, or in English, Pearl."
"Beautiful name you gave her…"
They exchanged a smile.
"I'm sorry but uh, you're not supposed to let her out of her box for the duration of the flight."
"I apologise, Mademoiselle. Although, I suppose it doesn't cause too much of an issue if she is asleep?"
[Miss]
"Ah, I'm sorry, Sir, but…"
"Tell me, Mademoiselle," Lucien cut her. "Most people are asleep now, non?"
[Miss]
"Oh, uh…" The air hostess looked around them. "In business class, yes, I guess you're the only one awake."
"Non, I am not, for you are too." He gave her a smile and a twinkle of his eyes that only women could understand.
“Yeah, I’m on night shift duty.” She answered.
Lucien removed the cat box from the seat next to his. "Please do take a seat."
"But, Sir, I-"
"Please." Lucien insisted and the woman eventually yielded.
"Right…"
"It must be poetic." The Frenchman started, still lazily brushing Perle, asleep on his lap.
"What is, sorry?"
"Your position. Air hostess… Ah, you travel high in the skies, borders mean nothing to you."
"Well, that's a way to put it. And uhm… What do you do, I mean, apart from singin' lullabies to your kitty?"
"Ah, so you did hear me?" Lucien lowered his eyes to Perle who was sleeping soundly.
"I did, yeah." The hostess blushed. "You got a great voice, I mean, it's soothin'."
"Thank you."
"I can understand how she falls asleep that fast with ya."
Lucien raised his eyes to the woman sitting on the seat beside him. Through the dim lights, he saw her hat, assorted to her uniform, the twinkle of her brown eyes, the bright red lipstick and white and red foulard around her neck. Her jacket dived along her shy cleavage and as she crossed one leg over the other, the edge of her tight skirt grazed her skin, revealing her porcelain thighs.
“Why would that be?” He asked, half whispering, both to not wake the passengers around, even though the Frenchman had a booth for himself, but also for the thrill of it. He stared in her eyes gently, his front lock of ashen hair falling poetically between his eyes.
“You… You’ve got a beautiful voice.” She answered and looked away. As she swooshed her head, a lock of her hair fell from under her hat.
The Frenchman put Perle back in her box and put it opposite him.
“Mademoiselle?” He then asked.
[Miss?]
The young woman turned to face him, her eyes still lowered. Lucien guessed that her cheeks had turned pink even though, in the dimness of the low lights, he could not see it. He pushed the lock of hair behind her ear and she raised her head, slowly. She looked around, quickly. Everyone was sleeping soundly.
“Sir, I…”
“Oui?” Lucien answered with a dreamy smile. He knew where this was going, he could see it in the woman’s nervous breath as if he had been the one pushing her. In all fairness, he had been exactly that. He was one of these men that could whisper in people’s souls straight through his eyes. And he loved it. He felt nothing for the woman, even though she was far from repulsive. But it wasn’t his heart that wanted to see her breath hitch and her eyes flutter, it was his ego.
As impulsive as a blink, the air hostess bent on her side and pushed her lips on the Frenchman, who made all the efforts in the world not to smirk, not now, it would make her stop. Instead, and to encourage her, he gently slid his hands on her waist and pulled her closer to himself. Her hands found Lucien’s face and she kept on touching, her eyes closed. Soon, she removed her hat and Lucien started touching the collar of her jacket. She unbuttoned it herself before hungrily opening Lucien’s shirt. That was when the Frenchman looked deep in her eyes. Ha, she looked like a deer flashed by the lights of a passing car, thoughts racing but not fully hitting her head.
The hostess moved from her seat to sit on Lucien’s lap and that’s when he knew he had won. Not against her, he would never fight or compete with a woman, but against himself, against his old age, against all those years of remaining faithful to one woman despite her dancing on her own vows, trampling them with her stolen stilettos.
The hostess bit her lip to contain her heavy breathing and her moans as Lucien felt her hips grind against his crotch. He spent more time nibbling her neck, filling his lungs with the scent of his trophy, of his victory, he let his hands run on her golden sides, such a pretty cup… She wrapped her arms around his head, slightly ruffling his hair while he kissed her chest, chaste pecks just to push her to show her eagerness; because at the end of the day, Lucien was not particularly in the mood for more, nor was he against it. He was just proving a point to himself.
Oui, Marie, you thought only you could have anyone at your mercy with a blink of your eyes, hm? Well, I can too, and maybe I played with you too? Maybe I sometimes faked a few things with you too, huh? Who told you that I was that head over heels for you? Look at me now, my head in this woman’s chest. Mind you, I have barely met her and don’t even know her name yet, but here she is, begging for more of me. Do you see this, Marie? Do you? Do you see how I am playing now? Do you see this? Watch carefully, I will make her scream my name, as you used to, I will make her scratch my skin until she draws blood, as you used to, and who knows, maybe I will feel content and satisfied with her more than I ever was with you, you insolent, lying-
The air hostess had unbuckled Lucien’s belt and her hand was exploring the Frenchman’s lower stomach. As it slid down, more and more, wet kisses pressed to whatever corner of skin both could reach-
“MEEEEOW!”
Lucien and the hostess both froze on the spot, the woman pulled the panes of her open shirt back together.
“I-I should go back…” She said, as Perle jumped on the seat that the woman previously occupied, and showed her fangs.
Perle’s hissing screech left Lucien confused. The hostess left his lap and the Frenchman remained in a state of blank and utter confusion for minutes. The kitty hopped on her master’s lap and started to knead his bare chest. Lucien still had his shirt and his trousers’ fly open. His hair was a mess and on his lips, the taste of the hostess’s lipstick lingered.
“Comment es-tu sortie de ta cage?” He lowered his eyes to meet Perle’s.
[How did you come out of your box?]
“Meow.” She ignored him and brushed herself on him repeatedly.
Lucien sighed. He had got used to Perle’s presence, he had accepted her and adapted to her, but if she was going to “intervene” whenever he least needed it, well, that was something else!
“Meow?” She asked, tilting her head.
“J’étais occupé, Perle, et j’aurais apprécié que tu sois restée sagement dans ta cage. Pourquoi es-tu sortie? Et pour crier en plus?”
[I was busy, Perle, and I would have appreciated it if you had stayed put in your box. Why did you come out? And yelling, at that?]
Lucien looked away from her, visibly annoyed, even angry at her. He buttoned his shirt again and looked down to zip up his trousers when he noticed something that pushed him even deeper in frustration.
The Frenchman had spent so much of his energy being furious at Mary, releasing all kinds of anger against her ghost, that he did not even notice that his body did not show any signs of wanting to proceed with the air hostess.
Or was it just his advanced age and he needed a bit more… help for his body to show some eagerness?
The rest of the flight was spent inconsequentially. He landed, took a taxi and was driven to his hotel where he settled. A few phone calls later and Perle found a litter box, a few toys and a cat tree had appeared. That, and of course a piano.
Lucien had taken a shower and went to sit on the black, velvet seat, wearing his pyjamas and a gown. A cigarette was slowly fuming from his lips.
“Meow?” Perle jumped on the keys and then on top of the grand piano.
“Quoi?” He asked, the tiredness and annoyance taking away his usual politeness.
[What?]
She looked at him pleadingly with her round, deep blue eyes, as she slowly made her way to stand in front of him, before offering her head. The Frenchman sighed and bent his head forward to meet her with a soft headbutt.
“Non, je ne t’en veux pas. C’est juste… Bah.”
[No, I am not mad at you. It’s just that… Bah.]
He brushed his head against hers for a while and ended up closing his eyes, running his fingers through her long fur. When she backed off and he opened his eyes again, he felt like a different man, as if that incident in the plane had happened decades ago, or to a different man altogether.
“Merci.” He smiled at the cat who reciprocated by blinking slowly. Perle lay down on the varnished black piano in front of him and Lucien started playing.
As his fingers drummed the keys, his brain dwelled on the events a bit longer. The truth was that he had been completely indifferent to that air hostess. She was pleasant to the eye, oui, but… But Lucien was proving a point, not making love to her! There! He said it! His ego wanted to make love to her, not his mind, not his heart and not even his body.
He didn't realise it but his fingers were playing the same piece on loop, The Bard, by Brad Mehldau.
Even his body didn’t want to make love to that woman.
“Mon Dieu.”
His eyes snapped wide open and his fingers hung in the air as the realisation hit him.
His body had not been remotely interested in anyone or anything since… Well, not since he had left Marie and Jéramy all those years ago, non. God knows he had had to sleep with this or that, and he did, and his body happily played along. Non, his body had fallen disinterested in anything since he had learnt the truth about Marie.
“Mon Dieu…”
Lucien repeated as the last note he played still hung in the air.
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aaa oki then! could i pls have hcs for trish, bruno and johnny with a ballerina s/o? like, she’s shy about it and most of the times trains alone. like what do they think about it, if they help when she hurts herself (not that they wouldnt but most of the times i deal with it alone if u know what i mean ksbdks) and that sort of stuff ksbdj sorry im bad describing stuff and my english isnt the best but thank you!!💖💖
I don’t know much about ballet and ballerinas and some things may be incorrect, sorry about that, but I really tried to find information about it. Thank you for your request, my precious anon💚
Note: in this writing all characters are already in a relationships with S/o!
Bruno, Trish and Johnny x ballerina S/o
Bruno Buccellati
When he picks S/o up after her trainings he genuinely wants to feed her some delicious meal in his favorite restaurant, she looks so tiny, Bruno needs to feed her. BUT, all ballerinas are on a strict diet, and most of foods he’d like to offer S/o just can’t be eaten
Bruno peeked into the gap between the door and frame and he saw S/o practicing. She was so beautiful and nifty, she was like a little fairy dancing in a soft sunset light
Once Bruno had a day off and he decided to make a little surprise for S/o and visit her. He bought fresh fruits and a bottle of wine on the way to her house. Finally he was there, knocking on the door of his beloved’s home. S/o was so surprised to see Bruno and happily let him in
Bruno noticed that she was limping on her left leg and of course it worried him. “What’s wrong with your leg?” - he asked. “Oh, this? I got a little trauma from my recent training, nothing too bad, don’t worry ‘bout that” - S/o responded with a nonchalant smile, but, of course, Bruno didn’t believe her. “Show me” - “ Listen, Bruno, it’s not serious, just a couple of bruises, that’s all” - but he sat her on a sofa in a living room and took off her socks
Man’s eyes widened when he saw S/o’s feet, all covered in bruises and calluses, nails on a few fingers were missing. “Nothing serious, right?” - he asked rhetorically. Then he gently rubbed S/o’s cheek and said - “You don’t need to deal with that on your own. You can always ask me for help, and I’ll be right there”
Trish Una
When Trish was 7 she saw a “Swan Lake” on a TV. A little girl was so impressed with this “strange dancing”, ballerinas were so graceful and lissom, like a fairies from the other universe. Later her mom explained that this dance is called ballet and all the dancers had been studying for years to dance like this
She begged her mom to give her to a ballet lessons after school, but Trish didn’t think it would be that hard and painful, so Trish gave up on a ballet after the third lesson. Years later, she met S/o - a professional ballerina, who daily spend hours practicing and sharpening her skills
From the moment Trish woke up she felt bored, she tried to cook, clean her room, watch TV and listen to her favorite music, but she still felt overly bored. So she didn’t hesitate to visit S/o on her training and then hang out somewhere with her
When Trish arrived to the studio, S/o was practicing in, she was wondering why there was so quietly, and she didn’t meet anyone, even on a registration. “/Name/ are you here?” - “Trish, is that you?” - she heard from one of the rooms. When Trish walked in she saw S/o sitting on the floor patching up wounds on her toes
“Are you okay? Let me help you” - she said and started to carefully dress her wounds. “What happened?” - “Nah, I decided to take a little break and realized that my toes hurt,” - S/o chuckled but fell silent when she noticed the expression on Trish’s face. “Stop overworking yourself! You’re a human and need to get some rest! Now, change your clothes, enough of work for today, we’re going have some fun!”
Johnny Joestar
Every time Johnny sees her bruised feet his heart twists into a tight knot. He doesn’t say anything aloud but S/o can read a question in his eyes “Is that really worthy?” But he knows that ballet is S/o’s biggest passion, and asking this question will deeply hurt her feelings
But every evening Johnny helps S/o care for all damages on their feet and knees, he gently takes off all old dressings, applies healing ointment and puts on new patches. And when Johnny’s finished he slightly tickles S/o’s soles to make her chuckle and kisses one of her knees
Though he doesn’t understand why S/o’s still doing ballet, Johnny can’t deny that her dancing skills are amazing,. It hurts Johnny every time he bondages S/o’s sprained ankle or sees her bruised knees, but the way her eyes lit up while she dances, Johnny just can’t take it away from her
Johnny doesn’t approve of S/o’s diet in any way. “What diet? You’re a pansie, do you even weight something? I can see your ribs even though all your clothes, so shut up and eat your fuckin’ beefsteak, don’t cheese me”
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#bruno buccerati#bruno bucciarati#bruno buccellati#bruno buccellati headcanons#trish una#trish una headcanons#johnny joestar#johnny joestar headcanons#jojo#jjba#jojo headcanons#jjba headcanons#jojo part 5#jojo part 7#golden wind#vento aureo#steel ball run#jojo’s bizarre adventure#jojo no kimyou na bouken#anonymous#thanks for requesting!
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Hawkins High would have this reunion thing like all the kids who went there at the time would come like after 5 or 10 years to meet each other. So, what if Steve and Billy had something going on during highschool, but then Billy just left without saying a word to California, leaving Steve behind. They would meet each other there and Billy’s like more muscular and has a short beard. It gets Steve all hot just by looking at Billy, so they end up having sex 👀 (+ some angst too pls)
There’s smut
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Steve tucked his shirt into his jeans.
He stared at himself in the mirror, sighing as he untucked it again.
He had gone through his whole suitcase at this point, trying to find something somewhat okay to wear.
He huffed as he took off his shirt.
“Can you chill?” Robin was sitting on her bed on the hotel. He had begged her to come with him, even though she had no interest in going to the reunion. “It’s not like anyone that matters will be there.”
“Really? You’re not hoping to see,” he put on a dreamy breathy voice. “Tammy Thompson?”
She threw a pillow at him.
“Guarantee you Tammy Thompson is doing better things than going to the fucking Hawkins High School reunion.”
“Well, whatever those better things are, it certainly isn’t fucking country music.” She threw another pillow at him. He tugged on a new shirt.
This one was nicer, fit a little better. He nodded once.
“Are you finally ready? It’s been hours Steve. The reunion’s probably over.” Steve threw the pillows back at her.
-
They checked in at the front table, getting their name tags and proceeding into the gym.
Steve made a beeline for the bar, getting two shots to loosen himself up. He got himself and Robin some drinks, and mingled.
He and Tommy had reconnected a few years ago, met up for coffee when Tommy was in Chicago one day.
He clapped Steve on the back when they hugged.
“You look good, man.”
“Hey, you too. Where’s Carol tonight?”
“Oh, she’s all sick.” Steve stared at him. He grinned. “She’s knocked up! We’re having a fucking baby. Can you believe that?” Steve hugged him again. “So, when are you two gettin’ hitched?”
Steve looked at Robin, and they both burst out laughing.
“Oh, we are not together!” Tommy furrowed his brows.
“Haven’t you two lived together since fucking high school?”
“I mean, on and off, mostly. But we’re, uh, not compatible.”
They had each moved in with significant others through the years, but when everything got messy, they ended up right back together.
-
The evening ended up being, pretty alright.
Robin rolled her eyes when Steve said that, but she didn’t complain, so Steve called it a win.
They were out on the dance floor, tearing it up like it was still ‘85.
Steve was laughing with some asshole he used to be on the swim team with when his locked on the gym doors.
His mouth went fucking dry.
Billy Hargrove was standing there, looking cool as ever, and hot as all fuck in a tight henley.
His hair was short, and he had a fucking beard.
Steve turned around, ordering himself two more shots.
Last time he saw Billy he was tugging on his jeans, was kissing Steve on the forehead and was tiptoeing downstairs, boots in his hand.
He left the next day.
Steve did not want to deal with this right now.
It had taken him years to move on from Billy, taken him fucking years of crying into his pillow and letting beefy blond guys fuck him in dirty bar bathrooms.
Four STD scares and a lot of wine later,he was over Billy. Completely and totally over him.
And here he was, looking at Steve and biting his bottom lip, and Steve was totally not over him.
Billy swaggered up to him, leaning against the bar, his shirt pulling across him pecs.
He was fucking jacked. Definitely bigger than he had been in high school.
He tossed a leather jacket down, ordering a scotch for himself.
“Long time no see, Stevie.” Steve slammed both his shots.
“Yeah. ‘Bout ten years, Hargrove.” He pushed off the bar.
He was itching for a smoke. Had quit about four years ago, but something about Billy brought back all those cravings, all those memories of sitting in bed, sharing a Marlboro even though Steve hated them, their fingers brushing on each pass.
He pushed out of the gym, leaning against the brick wall outside.
He scoffed at the alleyway where Nancy shattered his already broken heart.
“Steve,” Billy’s voice was soft.
“I don’t wanna hear it.” He refused to look at him.
“I just wanna talk.”
“Oh, so you finally learned how.” Billy huffed.
“I should’ve told you I was leaving.” Steve made a face at him.
“Oh, you should’ve?”
“Look, I’m sorry.”
“Great. Thanks.” He tapped his foot. “Jesus, you have a cigarette?” Billy rifled through his pockets.
And pulled out a pack of teal American Spirits.
“God. You’ve gone soft.” Billy shook his head, lighting two in his mouth, passing one to Steve. He had several piercings in each ear now.
“Trying to cut back.” Steve took the cigarette.
“I quit years ago.”
“Well, sorry to break your streak.”
“Something about you makes me need a fuckin’ cigarette.” He took a long drag. “You and smoking just go together in my brain I guess.”
“I was hittin’ it hard back then. Probably always just smelled like smoke.”
“I always liked the way you smelled.”
And maybe it was the shots Steve had knocked back, or the way Billy’s earrings glinting in the light, but Steve leaned in, taking a strong whiff of his collar.
“Still like it?” Billy was smirking at him.
“Liked it better with the Marbs.”
“Well, two packs a day was probably gonna make me keel over soon.” He smiled when Steve huffed a laugh. “So, how are you? What have you been up to?”
“Jesus, we really doin’ this?” Billy shrugged at him. “I’m good. I’m in Chicago now. I’m an E.R. nurse.” Billy smiled at him.
“Good for you.”
“What are you doing? Since we’re making weird small talk now.”
“Been here and there. Worked in garage for a while, waited tables. Stripped too. I’m an English teacher now, if you can believe it.”
“Oh, come on. You act like I don’t know you. I mean, fuck, how many times were you my own personal English teacher?” Billy looked down, ashing his cigarette.
“You’re actually why I decided to study it. I’m in a high school now.”
“Bet you’re the teacher everyone gets crushes on. Get love notes on your desk, and all that.” Billy laughed, rolling his eyes.
“Nah. I’m a little more tough lovin’ than that. Don’t take any shit.”
“You’re too soft for that. Don’t front.” Billy smiled, looking down at his feet.
“One a’ my kids has pretty bad dyslexia. Parents won’t do shit about it. Makes me think a’ you.”
“Shoulda seen me when I got to college. Diagnosed myself.”
“Nurse Harrington for the win, then.” Steve laughed, smoke pouring outta his mouth. He stubbed out his cigarette.
“Where are you living now?”
“Santa Monica.”
“Explains the tan.”
“C’mon, Baby. I’m always this golden.” He smirked, waggling his tongue at Steve.
And it was like being back in high school, with Billy teasing him on the basketball court.
And Steve didn’t think, just grabbed the lapels of his jacket, smashing their mouths together.
Billy leaned into it, holding Steve’s face between his palms, pushing him with his body against the wall.
His beard scratched against Steve’s skin, lit a fire in his gut.
“Where you stayin’ in town?”
“Shitty motel.”
“Take me.” Billy’s eyes were wide in the dark. He nodded vigorously.
Billy pulled him by the wrist to the parking lot, dragging him to his car.
The same car he had in high school.
The blue Camaro still smelled the same, and when Steve turned around, the backseat was still sporting that stain, a little white smudge of Billy’s cum that had dripped out of Steve.
He smiled to himself as Billy started the car.
He put one hand on Steve’s thigh as they roared through town, heading down the service road.
Billy pulled into the motel. Was back on Steve in a second.
Steve danced out of reach, slipping out of the car with a coy smile.
Billy shook his head as he unlocked the door.
He pushed Steve onto the bed, climbing on top of him.
They wasted no time, tearing at one another’s clothes.
Billy pulled off his shirt, and Steve stared, brushing his fingers over his chest piece, a deer with white roses tangled in it’s antlers.
“Pretty.” Billy smiled down at him as he traced it. It was black and white, hyper realistic.
Billy leaned over him, kissing at his neck, trailing down his collar bone.
“You think ahead? Condoms? Lube?” Billy looked up at him.
“Who do you think I am? Was fuckin’ praying you’d be at that thing.” He kissed down his body.
Steve worked one hand into his hair, holding on while Billy swallowed up his cock.
“Holy shit.” He tossed his head back, one of Billy’s hands coming up to hold his own.
It was so easy, falling back into their old ways.
Billy knew just how to play his body. He got him hard and leaking in a second, moved his tongue so well, sucking Steve down.
“So good at this. ‘d forgotten.” He hadn’t forgotten how good Billy made him feel, doesn’t think he ever could. Just tried to push that shit away until he didn’t spend all of his waking hours thinking about him.
Billy mouthed down his dick, moving to suck lightly on his balls, spreading Steve’s legs open, and licking over his hole.
He pushed his tongue inside of him, sucking on his rim.
His beard was rough against Steve;s inner thighs, but he kinda loved it. Didn’t even mind the lame little pornstache Billy had grown in the summer.
Steve squirmed.
He hadn’t been with anyone in a while, didn’t get a lot of time off from work to date and fuck.
“Billy, just fuck me.”
“Haven’t tasted your sweet little ass in years, Pretty Boy.“
“Yeah? And who’s fault is that.” Billy sat up, looking at Steve as sincerely as he could with spit down his chin.
“You know, I really am sorry about that.”
“Billy, let’s just, talk about this later, okay?” Billy chewed on his bottom lip. Steve pushed his head back down.
He didn’t want to think for a moment, didn’t want to think about benders and crying at Robin while he threw up tequila and rainbow pills.
He let Billy work him open with his tongue and two of his fingers, let him dig into his prostate and bring Steve right to the edge.
Billy pulled off him, digging in a suitcase for a stack of condoms, a few little packets of lube.
He crawled back on top of Steve, rolling on a condom.
Steve spread his legs, rubbing the side of his knee against Billy’s torso.
Billy lined up, and pushed inside.
They both moaned as he bottomed out, his hips pressing flush to Steve’s ass.
He pulled out, his cock heavy, stretching Steve wide.
He rolled his hips, propping himself up with both hands on either side of Steve’s head.
Steve wrapped his legs around his waist, so much thicker than he was in high school. He felt up Billy’s body, feeling hard muscle before wrapping his arms around his shoulders.
“Missed your pretty sounds.” He was back on Steve’s neck, sucking bruises into the skin. “No one has ever made me feel as fucking crazy as you.” And he began fucking into him faster, harder. “Can you still cum with nothin’ but a cock in your ass?”
“Yeah. Been a minute, but if you-” he cut himself off with a moan, back arching as Billy shifted, hitting that perfect little spot.
He was all breathy, his voice high in his throat, eyes wide.
Billy was smirking at him, had doubled down, started going harder, rougher.
“I’m gonna-” He didn’t finish his sentence before he was cumming, his whole body going tight.
It seemed like he was cumming for fuckin’ hours, eyes squeezing shut as he made a mess of himself.
Billy was painting when he floated back into his body, had spilled out into the condom.
He kissed Steve’s temple.
“Fuckin’ beautiful.”
Steve closed his eyes, pretended for a minute that Billy had never left.
“Why did you leave?”
Billy was quiet. Steve still had his eyes closed.
Billy warmth was gone, and Steve cracked one eye enough to see Billy’s retreating back. He went to the bathroom, and Steve could hear the faucett.
He came back, the condom disposed of, and a towel warm and wet for Steve.
He cleaned him up, just like he used to.
“My dad kicked me out. Didn’t have a whole lotta choice in the matter.”
They had been planning a summer together. Were planning on hanging out at the mall and going to the drive in, and being stupid dumb kids.
“You could’ve called.” or asked me to come with you.
“Figured it’d be best if we just went our separate ways. Clean break.” Steve went still.
He was up in a second, shoving his clothes back on.
“Hey, you okay?”
“Fuck you, Hargrove.” He didn’t look at Billy.
“Steve-”
“No. It was not a clean break. It was messy and shitty, and I was over you. It took me fucking years, but I did it.” He wiped at his eyes. “Can’t believe I was so stupid, let you back into my life. What the fuck was I thinking?”
He jammed his shoes on, marching to the door.
Billy hadn’t moved from his spot on the bed.
“Have a nice life, or whatever.”
He slammed the door behind him.
It took him seven minutes of walking, and eighteen minutes of sitting next to the road crying his eyes out before he shoved a few quarters into a payphone.
Robin was back at their hotel room. He knew she was mad at him for ditching her, but when she heard the tightness in his throat, she softened, agreeing to pick him up.
“I fucking hate myself.”
Steve had his head pressed against the window.
“Steve, it’s okay-”
“No, it’s not. It took me so long to move on, and now, now I’m right back at square one.”
“This isn’t square one. You’ve done this before, you can get through it again.”
“But at what cost? I should’ve told him to fuck off. Not given him the time of day.”
“You’d feel just as shitty if you had done that.”
And he knew she was right.
She was always right.
He settled lower into his seat, let her take him back to their hotel, to his neatly packed suitcase and plane tickets for the morning.
He tried pushing Billy out of his mind.
Already had plenty of practice.
And all he wanted was blue eyes and a cigarette.
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My New Boss Part 2
Author note: So, first of all, I wanted to say I'm doing this because I want to learn my spelling, because English is not my mother language and because I enjoy it. If you find any spelling mistakes and grammatical errors. Please kindly inform me about them, I would be happy. Thank you and now have fun reading! :)
Inspired by: the series: what's wrong with secretary Kim (I haven't taken over everything, just a little. The rest consists of my ideas.)
GIF: My own
My first day at work
My first day at work and guess what? exactly I have dressed in an extra sexy way. I put on a short black skirt and then black long boots. A white thin shirt and a black suit jacket.
I made my way to the bus stop because I didn't have a car.
When I arrived, an Employee told me to go straight to my boss's office.
I went in and said
"Good Morning." He stood by the window and then turned around. He had his hands in his pocket and was walking in my direction.
"Good mornin" he says and stops in front of me. This time he wore a dark blue suit by looking so good again.
My heart started to play a rock concert again and I hoped he didn't hear the pumping.
He crossed his arms and says
"And did ya get ya chicken out of ya freezer?"
I looked at him confused but then I remembered what I said yesterday. I blushed and laughed
"Yes, I made it in time."
he laughs and says
"What did ya cook?" I was overwhelmed for a moment and then said
"I made curry chicken. It is an Asian food where you can eat it with a little rice and vegetables"
He smiles at me and then says
"Wow tha sounds very tasty. Ya have to invite me"
I laugh and say
"I will remember that"
He says
"Since ya were so nervous yesterday, ya also hugged me and then almost forgot ya confirmation sheet, I couldn't introduce myself"
He extends his hand and says
"I'm Ethan Jackson Foiss. Just call me Ethan."
His name is so beautiful so I said
"You also have a very nice name"
He smiles at me and every time he did I melt.
"It means strong, firm, or sure"
I then say
Ohh that sounds cool!"
We stood there and looked at each other but then he went to his desk, pulled his chair back, and said
"Sit down" I went to him and sat down.
He bends down to his screen and I saw a simple silver chain hanging from him with a silver ring inside that said "Ma"
"I will now explain to ya how ya can see what ya have to do tha next day and what ya have to do tomorrow"
I looked at him and tried to concentrate on what he was saying.
"Yer come to ma office in tha morning immediately and have ready wha I'm wearing for tha day. I hope ya have a good taste because ma old secretary thought I work in a fucking circus and am not a boss of a fuckin company."
I laughed out loud and couldn't hold it back any longer. While laughing I tried to calm myself down and apologize but I couldn't stop.
"Everything's fine. Let everything out" he says and starts laughing because of me too. I lay my head on the table and tried to calm down.
When I did I noticed that he was staring at me.
He went on and explained to me what I have to do. Then I realized his rings and his watch. The hand I saw in the kitchen who took the sugar. Then I walked out of his office and I didn't saw him all day. I went home and threw myself on the bed because it was a busy day.
Next Day:
The next day begins and I walk into his office. I went to his dressing room and saw all of his clothes. I got out gray suit pants with a white shirt and a gray vest with a gold chain attached. So I looked for a gold watch and a gold chain but I couldn't find any. I took out black, elegant shoes. I heard a door open and I turn around
"Boss?"
Suddenly he is standing in front of me only in boxer shorts and a towel with which he dried his hair
"I'm going to hell !!"
I say and turn around immediately.
"Sorry I didn't know you were naked" I say and shake my head slightly and close my eyes.
I looked at it. I saw the big thing that I saw yesterday and it wasn't an optical Illusion. I also saw that he has six-packs.
"Ya are goin to hell?"
he says with a laugh and says again
"Ya won't go to hell just because ya saw a man in boxer shorts" his voice comes closer and he says
"open ya eyes."
I open it and see how he was standing close in front of me.
"Wha do ya do when I stand naked in front of ya?" he says and starts looking into my eyes. He looks at my lips and I say
"Run and scream"
He laughs loudly and reaches for his pants.
He puts on his pants and says
"I have ma pants on ya can turn around"
"shirt"
I say.
He put on his shirt and then got a call
"Can ya make ma buttons I have to talk"
I went to him and help him.
"Aye? Oh, the meeting is already today? Ok. Aye. Got it" he says and then hangs up
"Can you take off your silver chain? I haven't found a gold one"
He sat in a chair and then looked at me
"This is ma mother's ring. She died. Tha's why I never take it off"
My fingers got weak and I said
"My condolences. Ok, I can understand that. Then there you go, the golden watch"
He put on his watch and I put his gray suit jacket on and straightened his hair.
When I was done he looked at himself in the mirror and said
"Ya will definitely remain my secretary"
I blushed and laughed.
He told me about the meeting and we went out and got in and drove.
"Do ya mind if I smoke?"
he asks me and I say
"no it is ok"
He lit a cigarette and smoked. Even that just looked so amazing. He held it to me and asks me if I want to smoke
"I won't say no to a train"
I pulled on the cigarette that was between his fingers and he smiled sideways at me.
We arrived and he held the door for me when I was supposed to get out.
We walked in and he says
"Ladies and gentlemen this is ma new secretary Kim Legacy."
one says
"Finally a good-looking lady."
Ethan sits down after pulling the chair so I can sit down and he says while looking at his paper
"Aye tha's right"
and turns a little red.
I had to look at him for the entire meeting and it was very difficult to look away.
We drove back and meanwhile he says
"And how was I?"
I say
"You were perfect."
and he says while turning slightly to me
"Is tha why ya stared at me the whole time?"
I blushed and started stuttering
"'no because you were so good"
I say and blush
He laughs and looks away.
I worked a little and then I went to my bus stop.
I put my headphones in my ear and hear a horn. I look up and see a black Mercedes and inside was my boss. He pushes his window down and says
"Look who I've found. Kim, get in!"
the people all look at me
"No, everything is fine, keep going,"
I say because I was so uncomfortable and he says it
"Mrs. Legacy. Tha wasn't a question tha was an order"
he bends over and opens the door.
I roll my eyes and get in
"do you have to embarrass me so much?" I say to him without looking at him.
He drives off slowly and says
"am I going to hell now?"
I look at him angrily and say
"Did you see how they all looked !?"
He laughs and stops at a traffic light
"They looked like tha because they were wondering who this good looking man is who picks up such a bonnie girl"
I laugh easily and my ears get hot
"You dream too much"
He suddenly comes closer and I push him back hard and scream.
He looks at me in shock and I say
"wha tha fuck was tha!!?"
He says shocking
"I wanted to buckle ya up. Did ya thought I wanted to fucking kiss ya?!"
I buckle up and look out the window. And Ignore him.
The cars hoot like crazy and he sticks his head out and says
"AYE!! Is good ya fucking prick! I'm already driving"
when I heard that I had to laugh because it sounds so funny because of his accent.
He drove me home and says
"For tha, ya have pushed yer boss ya have to invite me to ya. Home"
I turn around
"WHAT !? I thought we can’t do that"
he just looks straight and says
"We're friends from now on"
He looked so cute from the side.
"Dream on," I say and get out.
He yells after me
"It was nice with ya today! Don't forget ya
Chicken in the freezer!"
I had to laugh but I kept that until I got home. I closed the door and was in love. We get on so well and he's exactly what I'm into.
sexy but not arrogant and has a very funny sense of humor and is funny.
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