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trying-harder-then-u · 4 months

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Johnny's Daddy

Johnny has been my friend since forever, and while we grew apart in High school, we would always make sure to comfort each other through all the tough times. He helped me with my breakup, and I helped him when he lost his job.

Johnny was always on the smaller side; Puberty Hit never really got to him, and while he never got the muscles he wanted, he eventually became quite happy with his body and my numerous numerous offers to wing man him and help him get a girl were always turned down.

Earlier today, my phone pinged while I was at work. Johnny had messaged me:

"Hey man, could you come to my place after work?"

"Sure? What do you need?"

"I'll explain when you get here."

Me and Johnny had always been open and clear without ever really needing to talk outside of texts, so I thought this must be something big if he wanted to talk about it at his place, so after work finished up, I got in my car and drove to his apartment in the city. After a good 50 minutes of driving through the winding roads, I finally arrived.

As I opened the door, he came and hugged me. "How was the drive?" "Nothing special, just some traffic jams and that stuff," I responded. For the first few hours, we just hung out talking about life and playing games before I finally asked why he wanted me here: "Well, I wanted to tell you I was gay." he blushed as he said it, "Damn man, thanks for telling me; I'm glad you trusted me enough to tell me, do you want to go to a gay bar or something?"He shook his head at my question: "You don't understand; I've been trying to get a boyfriend for awhile now, but it never works out, and I wanted to ask you if...." "I'm sorry, man," I interjected. "I love you like a brother, but I don't feel the same way about you." "Okay, sorry, I hope we can still be friends," Both of us laughed awkwardly at the incident, but decided to hang out some more. At about 6, we were both getting hungry, so he ordered a pizza, and he got up to grab us a drink. I heard what sounded like pills rattling in the kitchen before he returned with some beers, caps removed. "Thanks, man," I said as he handed me one. Taking a sip, I thought it tasted funny, but I just shrugged it off as the pizzas had just arrived and i was starving.

As we ate and played video games, it became latter and latter, and the beers piled up, each tasting stranger, then the last. At some point, my mind started to became fuzzy. "Ugh, I don't feel good," i said. "You don't look good either. Maybe you should just sleep here for the night."Johnny commented, Too tired to argue, I ended up on his couch and fell asleep quickly as he went back to the room. "You'll be fine; I bet you feel like a new man tomorrow morning," he called as he closed the door.

That night, as I shuddered in my sleep, my body began to change, moving around as my stature grew, stretching from 5 feet 8 to 6,2. My flab melted away as my skin tightened around new abs that began to push out one by one, and calves became strengthened along with arm muscles. My round face gained structure as a square jaw and clear skin gave my face a new, more attractive look. But it wasn't just my body changing; my dreams began to shift; thoughts that I used to have about women became directed towards Johnny; as I dreamed of dominating and using him, the apartments that we each had eventually became one, just as my place had his boyfriend cemented, and soon I was picturing him submitting to me every night. As these dreams peaked, I felt my dick pulse, lines of cum shooting out as my rock-hard cock lengthened, growing longer and longer inside my underwear from it's normal 4 inches to a monstrous 9, and my boxers turning to briefs as they were soaked in my semen. The transformation was over, and my new place in the world was confirmed.

The next morning, Johnny smirked as he walked in to be greeted by me staring at him in nothing but my briefs. "I have a job for you, boy; I need some services," I commanded, His dick jumped up, and his body shuddered as he moved towards me. All memories of my past life disappeared as he wrapped his lips around my dick; all that mattered was teaching my boyfriend his place.

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ladykailitha · 1 month

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Icarus Part 5

And here we arrive at the second post today. I'm just trying to move through my backlog so that I'm down to my preferred three ahead. Glitters is at the rut, so only a chapter or two left to write, so that's almost done. Soulmates is to filling the gaps in the "In Media Res" scene and is nearing its end, too. Which means with any luck, I'll be down to just three WIP at the end of the month: Moonlight, Boy w/a Bat, and this one.

In this chapter, we have Eddie being a menace and giving Steve and Robin the fright of their lives. And because my Steddie never take anything slow, they kiss about it.

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4

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The last spot on The Fallen’s American tour was Pasadena just to flip Dustin’s shit now that he was in Hawkin’s, Eddie was sure.

Eddie bought nose bleed seats because he didn’t want to throw Steve off of his playing. The last thing he wanted was to embarrass him and take the spotlight off their music.

He tucked his signature locks under a hat, removed his face piercings, and made sure all his tattoos were covered. He wore an Abbadon hoodie over his regular clothes and got into place in his seat.

He watched the whole show with great enthusiasm, banging along to his favorite songs.

Eddie was most of the way through the show when the twelve year old boy next to him clocked him for who he really is.

He put his finger up to his lips and winked. The boy nodded solemnly and he turned back to spectacle in front of them, like he hadn’t seen the frontman for the biggest metal band in the world sitting in the nose bleed seats for The Fallen.

Eddie lucked out on that one. Boys that age were of two schools of thought regarding secrets, either everyone knew or no one did. He stumbled on the latter.

Thank god!

He really didn’t want this to blow up on him before he got a chance to surprise Steve.

The concert was even more amazing than the one in Indy and Eddie’s skin was just thrumming with excitement as he paid off a member of stadium staff to send the flowers to the dressing room.

They let him wait in the wings without telling anyone who he was. He wasn’t sure how long it would take for Steve to get his flowers. But he wasn’t bored. He watched the roadies and techs scramble about breaking down the set pieces.

He saw two of them carrying Astraeus’s wings and they were even cooler close up. He could that they weren’t just glittery blue, but actual galaxies and constellations.

He was about to ask if he could touch them when a woman in a stylish, black pant suit and sunglasses came storming over to him in a panic.

“Eddie Munson?” she hissed. “Come with me, now!”

Eddie grinned. “Right with you, darlin’.”

He followed her all the way to the dressing room, hands in his back pockets and a skip in his step.

****

Steve was tired. Fuck he was so tired. He scrubbed his face trying to get the sweat off.

The dressing room was heavily guarded so that he could get out his getup to shower and get the patina of being on stage off of his skin.

He would get back into Abbadon before he walked out, but he just needed to be him for a moment.

He stepped out of the shower and looked around at the gifts from fans. The management had put in the ones they thought he would want to see the most.

In the pile was the most striking blue roses he had ever seen. They were almost a midnight blue. His favorite color and his favorite flower. He walked over to them slowly as he dried himself off with the towel.

There was a simple note.

“I know your secret, sweetheart.

But don’t worry, it’s safe with me.”

Steve’s hand shook as he read the note over and over again. He made a dive for his phone, towel forgotten on the floor.

He sent off a quick text to Robin.

-Find Eddie Munson, now!

He got a message back with just one word.

-How!

He replied.

-He’s here

Steve dressed and then sat down on the sofa, settling in to wait. Ten minutes later there was a knock on the door and he put the mask up to his face while the door was open, intending to lower it again. But seeing Eddie standing there with a feral grin on his face.

He wavered, unsure.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie said, his grin never leaving his face. “Did you like the flowers?”

The woman looked back and forth between them in confusion. “What’s going on?”

Eddie turned to her. “You see, Robin, I figured out that Stevie here is the lead singer of an up and coming metal band. And that you two have been keeping secrets.”

Steve dropped the mask in shock, revealing his face. “How?”

Robin took off her sunglasses. “Who told? Who the fuck do I have to sue?”

Eddie smirked. “No one.”

“You’re trying to tell me,” she said with a scoff, “that Mr Double Super Senior figured out something that had been so closely guarded for the last couple of years?”

“Yup!”

Steve stood up and threw the mask on the sofa. He walked carefully over to the man he closely regarded as his best friend, the high heels of his costume clicking on the wood floor.

“How’d you do it, Eds?” he whispered when he got close enough. “How did you figure it out before the press, before our friends who are literal geniuses, before my own fucking parents?”

Eddie lifted up Steve’s jaw up with his fingers and then tapped on the two moles on the side of his neck. The ones Eddie always thought of as love bites.

“My moles?” Steve asked, unsure.

“I noticed them when I went to the concert with Dustin in Indy,” Eddie said softly. “That’s how I knew it was you.”

“Have you got some obsession with moles or something?” Robin sneered.

He shook his head. “Just Stevie.”

Steve gasped. “Oh.”

“Oh,” Robin repeated. “I’m still going to have to make you sign an NDA. I’m sorry. I know you won’t tell, but I have to be sure.”

Eddie nodded. “Send it to my lawyers.”

She nodded and slipped out of the door, barely opening it wide enough for her to exit. She put the glasses back on and decided she needed a drink. A big one. Maybe three.

****

“Sit down, sweetheart,” Eddie cooed. “I know how exhausting shows can be and you did it in high heels.”

Steve let out a watery chuckle but did as he was told.

“I never thought that someone would figure it out,” he said shakily. “I’m so scared right now.”

Eddie wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close. “Oh, Stevie. I didn’t think it would frighten you, otherwise I would have just kept my mouth shut.”

Steve looked him in the eyes. “I’m not frightened of you or that you would tell. It’s just that old adage of if you want to keep a secret between two people–”

“You kill one,” Eddie finished grimly. “I know, baby.”

After a few months of silence Steve whispered, “So you’re obsessed with me?”

Eddie burst out laughing. “Yeah. Have been for years.”

“How long?” Steve asked biting his lip and playing with the sleeve of his hooded coat. He looked away not sure he really wanted the answer. Was this new, because he was in a metal band? Was it recent, with Steve not being as readily available as he was before?

“Since high school.”

Steve’s head snapped up and he looked at up at him in awe. “Holy shit, Eds, that’s forever.”

A soft, fond smile spread out over Eddie’s face, his dimples deepening to sharp lines on his cheeks.

It was Steve’s favorite smile of his. And one he was learning might just be for him and him alone.

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie breathed, “I know.”

They were so close, their breath mingled together, their noses brushed and Steve’s eyelashes fanned out, almost touching Eddie’s cheek.

Steve let out a gasp and Eddie closed the distance. Their lips met and Steve would swear for years to come that there were god damned fireworks. There had to be. Nothing and no one had ever felt like this. It was warm and soft and hot and sexy and bright and dark all at once. Every nerve ending lit up where just their lips touched.

And then Eddie cupped the back of his head and whatever thoughts that were in Steve’s head flew out the window. Every fear, every anxiety, every doubt went running for the hills. All he needed in this very moment was Eddie.

Until the end of time.

“Wow,” Eddie breathed when he finally managed to pull away.

Steve could only agree. “Um...can you meet me at my hotel?”

Eddie licked his lips. He wanted to take Stevie apart right then right there. But it would put Steve in danger of being discovered.

And that could not happen.

Now that he knew Steve’s secret, now that Steve was letting him in. Like all the way in, he would do anything to protect him.

“Yeah, baby,” he agreed. “I’ll meet you there. Message Celeste,” he winked, “and let her know to sneak me in.”

Steve relaxed that final increment. He kissed him fiercely. “Thanks for understanding, Eds. I love you so much.”

Eddie blushed, shoving a strand of hair into his mouth to hide his face. “Ah, sweetheart. There’s nothing to thank me for. I’d burn the world down for you if you asked.”

Steve kissed him again. “I think it’s best if I go out first and then message you when the coast is clear.”

Eddie nodded.

He was still in disguise. Only four people knew who he was. The kid, Robin and Steve, and the dude he paid to get the flowers in Steve’s dressing room.

Which Eddie would send his own team of lawyers to make sure the man didn’t so much as breathe the wrong direction.

He would then, of course meet with “Celeste” and “Abbadon” to construct the perfect cover story for Steve being on the tour with Corroded Coffin. Provided Steve said yes.

Twenty minutes later, Eddie emerged from the dressing room to see only a couple of roadies still milling around.

He blinked at one of them for a moment, but then the guy disappeared around a corner and he couldn’t be sure.

He would swear later it looked like Simon Olsen. Steve’s friend. But that couldn’t be right? Couldn’t it?

He shook himself off. He had a hotel to get to and paparazzi to dodge.

Eddie slipped into his old middle school persona. The one from before he moved in with his uncle, Wayne. The one where he could shrink in on himself.

Become... not invisible, per se. Not important enough to be worth a look at.

He removed the hoodie and handed it to fan lingering outside. He roughed up his hair, untied the shoelaces on his boots, rubbed dirt on his knees and hands.

Once his new disguise was in place, he shambled down the street and people moved right through him as if he wasn’t there.

Eddie had to fight down a grin. People were eaten up with curiosity on how he could avoid getting papped no matter where he went. And this right here was his secret. Appear homeless and no one would give a damn.

He got into position and texted ‘Celeste’ he had arrived. He took the time to smooth out his hair and stretch out his spine. Walking hunched over like that hurt as he kicked and screamed into his late twenties. Something he never thought he would reach.

He texted Jeff to let him know he wouldn’t be back to night and settled in to wait.

Soon enough he was led up through the back way and then into Steve’s hotel room.

As soon as the door closed, Steve was on him.

“Are you okay? Did anyone see you?” And then, “Why are you so dirty?”

Eddie burst out laughing. “Just a little thing I learned from dear ole dad about walking about unseen. So just let me clean up a bit and I’m all yours.”

Steve bit his lip and nodded nervously.

Eddie chuckled. “Unless you wanted to join me in the shower?” he said over his shoulder.

Steve perked right up and followed Eddie into the en suite bathroom, kicking the door closed with a grin.

****

Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

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yanderesimp2000 · 1 month

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Extreme Yandere Adam x Fem reader Chap 1/5 Start of your new life !MINORS STAY AWAY!

(hey this is my first post here Just wanna say my english might be bad since I'm from Armenia but I'm excited to post here I USED ALOT OF INSPO FROM OTHER ADAM WRITES TO here are the TWS

Kidnapping, Adam being an incel as usual, threats of violence , Degrading, Manipluation, Violence, Noncon listener, threats of SA ,Gasliting, narcissism and rape if that's not your cup of tea SCROLL

Your are an angel You made it into Heaven recently Heaven would be like a paradise but is kinda like your old life in the big city You have to get a job buy things and Just deal with the classic shit of reality even though your in the FUCKING PROMISELAND

You decided to just be what you did back in Yerevan city and just be a secretary but it was the person to hire you that was strange it was Adam the First man when you met him you expected him to be some wise, kind and Gentle soul but instead you got a creepy, weird man child that you needed to cater to at every Second, Like you could just be standing in Adams office when he says "hey bitch bring me that soda bottle" the bottle was 2 inches out of reach. It seemed like he took pleasure in seeing you be miserable he always said "good girl good good girly" LIKE YOU ARE A FUCKING PET

Every second of your time with Adam was hell he was rude gross and was a FUCKING MISOGYNIST today while you were giving him a back massage he said "yes good girly" again as usual like you were a fucking pet but then he said "that's all you women are good for to serve men" this Made you even more angry but hey the pay is good and that Leeds to today You walk in sad as usual into Adam mansion when he starts making comments about something your already insecure of your wings he rubbed your wings and he then said "heh bitch your wings are so dirty you a fuckin slob yknow that but a hot one at that" he then Grabbed your ass and that's when you broke "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME" you yelled "I QUIT" you then storm of and back into your apartment crying about the insult of your wings and just fed up in general But that's when you get a text from Adam he always texted you when you were working for him but you quit it read "You really thought you could leave me you DUMB WHORE I treated you soo well I gave you everything you could of wanted and this I how you repay me I don't even need you you stupid fucking slut"

You were used to Adams shit by now but this this was just something else you text back "Adam stop messaging me Ill be back tomorrow at 10 am to get my stuff from my office and you better not try ANYTHING" he then responds "why would I try to interact with a brain dead whore anyway" that hurts you but you brush it off "being verbally abused by that dickhead isn't worth the pay" you thought before going to sleep

The next day you woke up at your alarm you got dressed but on a casual Black hoodie with Sweat pants because you weren't doing anything today other then going to Adams mansion to pick up your stuff. you flew over to his mansion only A 13 minute fly before landing at the door you were nervous but you knocked you waited and waited until someone opened the door "wow the whore really had the nerve to show her face again' He snarled "well I cant be to mad at you your fucking hot all we have to do to make your perfect is Shave down those ugly wings" he said in a arrogant tone. You walk inside and go to were your stuff is before you hear Adam locking the door 'what the fuck are you doing Adam" you snarl His mask lights up into those annoying little circle eyes he looks like a giddy child

"well I Talked to The big man upstairs if you get what I'm saying and since he would NEVER Say no to his precious Adam his first creation the person who gets ALL his love and affection he said I could keep you since your such a low ranking angel and you have no family in heaven no one will miss you " He still looked like a giddy child while saying this as all of a sudden He pulled out a stunning ring filled with jewelry and gems and luxury "cmere" he says before Walking towards you he towered over you, you were a quite short and small angel being only 5,5 and he was a Huge 13,2 foot angel. " ADAM THIS IS NOT FUNNY" you yelled at him but he said "Bitch? its not supposed to now were gonna cuddle and snuggle because Im feeling lonely and you cant do JACK SHIT" he sounded firm and serious you were scared and try to make a run for it but were tackled down "fuckin bitch your not escapin" he said before tossing you over his shoulders and taking you into his room upstairs and throwing you onto the bed before "cuddling" with you which was more like Wrestling a teddy bear he managed to restrain you with ease and he giggles "I love small girls like you so short and weak easy for me to... Manhandle" he says in an ominous tone you keep squirming and this just makes him giggle "so feisty" he says "don't worry my little Slut I'll fix you sooner or later I'll break your brain down till its just mush then I'll rebuild it to my liking and then you'll be loyal to me just me unlike those last 2 whores I married ill make sure you never leave" he says in a low coo ''i don't like you adam' you hissed he then got surprised "oh talking back to me don't you know who I am Im Adam the first man and your my new Wife you were created from my fucking rib you have to that me for your existance Im a superior being and your just my Wife you should me grateful so many people would beg to be in my presence and your trying to leave it ungrateful whore" he hissed as he started down at you you noticed he was starting to undress first his shirt then his pants then his Underwear but he kept that stupid mask on

His dick is fucking massive it was huge or maybe you are just small but damn and around it is just a bush of his grey hair He even has a piercing on his cock and his dad Bod OMG but as much as you hate it he was hot "like what you see" Adam teased you try to squirm away only angering him Well if your gonna resist I guess I'm gonna have to fuck that tiny pussy lose he said eagerly before starting to Teasing his cock around the hole "sh sh sh sh sh shhhh let it happen" Adam cooed "your my new wife you like this you have to your just in denial" he giggled before saying "Oh your sooo small My dick might kill you I bet I'd bet I'm like I don't know fucking 11 feet taller then you and my dick is huger then anything I've bet you've seen" he teased while rubbing his cock at the entrance of your pussy "damn it I just cant hold back" Adam yelled "p-p-please stop Adam" you whimpered but it just turned him on more as he said "going in bitch" suddenly you feel his entire dick in you it was huge and painful you were not enjoying yourself but Adam was "f-fuck babe I'm fucking you loose" he laughed as he kept fucking me so hard I felt like I was gonna throw up blood and organs he rearranged with every thrust it felt like a new bone in your body was being reangared you tried to flap your useless little wings which just made him think you were even more about how precious you are "that's so cute the only thing I dislike about you is your wings they get in my way might have to clip your wings soon" he teased scaring you He kept thrusting and more and more got hurt the more you pleaded whimpered yelped winces or squealed the more turned on he got as he was thrusting he laughed at the bulge in your stomach from his dick "it went to far in you really do like this ya whore"

You let out a whimper when he said that and that was the turning point he said "f-fuckkkkk I'm cummingim cumming" before long ropes of the warm jizz entered your pussy "yeah get pregnant bitch that's your only purpose breeding machines for men" he said at you and said let me clean myself up He then gets a rag and clean you and him up before seeming to get more gentle

"look I'm sorry when I get horny I go feral this is not how I am most of the time your just so fucking hot I just c-cant control myself" he said while cuddling you "I love you I really do and this world is cruel you have no family here no friends Nobody I'm the only one you have so im taking you under my wing figurative and literally" he said laughing since he tucked you in between his warm chubby chest and his soft comforting wings he then gets really soft and says "I've seen you on your own and your in so much danger so many people will try to take advantage of you and you have nobody to run to but me so I take it as my duty to protect you and coddle you like the cute little toy your are" he says that in a low coo while petting you his soft voice seemingly temporally calming you down you start to stop Wriggle and start giving up and snuggling into him causing him to turn bright red "their ya go girlly your a good little Beliver right so you should worship me if it wasn't for me you would not me alive you would not of been a thought you have to thank me for everything and disobeying me is just like spitting in the face of God it will get you banished to rot in hell ya get that" he pats your head as you cuddle into his chest since he's so big you look like a little housecat on his chest ''thats it just let my voice soothe you to sleep once you wake up tomorrow your life will be soon much better he teased as you snuggle against his body "nighty nighty" he says before you drift off to sleep

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dellalyra · 1 year

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Hey,i saw your reqs are open! So if i may, can i request for gojo with a fem s/o who i as strong as him but no one knows that since she hides that from EVERYONE. (Maybe she thinks shes alone with a curse and she is toying with a special grade curse and easily kills it, and gojo accidentally sees that and is like.... You're stronger than you let ppl know?)

Thats it and i hope u have a great day!!

Family Formation - Part Nine

Summary: Satoru discovers the extent of readers cursed technique.

CW: fluff, canon typical violence, mentions of mythology, fluff, fluff, teen satoru and reader (17/18), the elders (angry face)

A/N: this was SUCH A FUN REQUEST I love reading about powerful readers so this was a lot of fun to write, I wrote it this was bc I also felt I needed to explore their dynamic pre-relationship and also Y/N’s cursed technique before I get to other *ahemshibuyaahem* parts of the story. thank u all so much for all the love and support :) <3

Recommended Listening:

Brutal - Olivia Rodrigo (reader’s fight)

The Fruits - Paris Paloma (the explanation)

The Tradition - Halsey (the backstory)

Won’t Bite - Doja Cat (the ending)

The sunlight reached its peak, reflecting off Satoru’s bright white hair. Geto was bored and taking a ‘rest’ day and Shoko… well, she threw a water bottle at home when he even approached her room. That left you, he needed someone to hang out with, something to do because all of this hanging around was going to drive him even nuts than he already was. He text Shoko, asking where you were since you two were joined at the hip usually and you weren’t answering your phone. She replied telling him you’d been sent on a mission alone that morning – some abandoned orphanage down by the Shinjuku district. The next line nearly made the man’s eyes pop out of his head – a semi-grade one? Alone? You were only in second grade and the same age as him. Only a 1st year. Sure, you could hold your own in a fight but – this seemed like a reckless match.

Pulling on his sneakers and bomber jacket (not wearing his uniform felt weird) he Googles Shinjuku Abandoned Orphanage and finds an article about one being shut down 3 years ago due to the children speaking of ‘witnessing paranormal activity’, it had been closed due to the terrible publicity surrounding it. He rang for a driver and pointed him in the right direction.

A 20-minute ride was filled with Satoru thinking about how he should have been sent on this mission – not you, he was the strongest sorcerer alive after all. He kept telling himself the gnawing feeling in his gut was excitement for a fight – not worry, he wasn’t worrying about you. No, not. Why would he?

He could hear Suguru’s voice in his head from their last mission together.

“Bro, you love her. Just accept it, my guy. It’s clear she’s into you too.”

The car pulls up and Satoru unfolds himself from the back seat and waves the driver off. The building in front of him is surrounded by barbed wire fences, it’s been vacant for a long time if the boarded-up windows set in the building’s imposing front are anything to go by. He could sense a strong cursed energy, definitely a semi-grade one – along with something else, something stronger. Something far more ancient and far more powerful. It was familiar but different.

He had to find you.

He pinpointed the location where both energies were – third story, east wing, 5 doors down the corridor. He raced his way down thinking about how he’d love to practice his techniques warping abilities so he could quit all this running around. Maybe someday in the future, he’ll be able to just *poof* into a room. He was surely gonna do that to annoy Shoko.

He slowed down, nearing the room as he heard a familiar laugh coming from the room.

He knew that laugh, it always made his heart skip a beat – but why were you laughing now?

You were meant to be in danger. Not that he was hoping to be your knight in shining armour so he could see that shiny look of adoration in your eyes – no, that’s ludicrous.

The door was hanging off its hinges and nothing could have prepared him for what he saw inside the room.

You.

Y/N.

But – different.

You stood, your stature still miniature in comparison to his lanky, boyish frame but you seemed so much larger now, your presence was pulsating through the room – overwhelming to anyone but him.

Your feet were bare on the concrete floor and you seemed to almost hop around your prey, your tiny little hands, nails usually painted a pretty pale green – we’re still pale green but not your nails, no – claws were protruding out of your dainty little hands. He could see from here they were as sharp as any cursed knife. Your hair, seemed longer and wait, were those… vines? Vines and leaves seemed to grow from your head as naturally as the hair itself, mingling with the pretty cascade of your hair down your spine. Your eyes he so often couldn’t take his own off were alight and you were talking, and when you opened those pretty lips that he flirted with you about how much he’d like to taste your lip gloss – leaving you to tell him to save his flirts for someone he was into (both of you were so oblivious to the obvious feelings that you held for each other that Shoko and Suguru might cry if it went on any longer), he saw two sharp as needle fangs, pearly white on your pillowy lips.

You were completely and utterly ethereal.

What shocked him – was the mess in the middle of the room. A grotesque mess of a curse – horrifyingly long, spindly limbs attached to a body that was just stretched mottled skin over bones – the whole body covered in beady eyes, almost insect-like. The creature had no discernible head, just those torturous limbs. He’d seen worse things before.

He had seen your techniques, you could do things like to make a wall of thorns to deflect curses - he’d seen you summon whips of vines to lash at and bind a curse, he’d even seen you seemingly have a chat with a ladybug one day. And of course, your marksmanship with your cursed longbow was unrivalled, sniping shots that seemed impossible. He knew you were a very capable sorcerer, the most intelligent he knew in the school (even beyond Nanami). Your love for books helped that too.

What shocked him was what you had done. It looked like the very earth was cooperating with your every whim, grasses and vines and tree branches had broken their way through the floor and were caging the fighting curses limbs as they grew weaker and weaker against your onslaught. There was a beam coming through the ceiling, moonlight? At 2 pm? It seemed to sear and burn the curse in licking flames as it shot down onto it before returning to the shape of a small, silvery orb and absorbing itself into your palm.

“You lay here, waiting each day for night to fall, didn’t you? To prey on these children, to torture their little minds with fears and terrors – to be the monster under their bed. The children who were already scarred and frightened – but you knew that, and you loved it, didn’t you? Oh, you loved the feeling of drinking up the screams of those innocent children – and do you know what that makes you? It makes you a monster. Funnily enough, my family were taught and raised for one destiny, but me especially, I was born with ancient rage, and I was born with the strength for one thing – to kill monsters, just like you.”

And with that, you notched an arrow into your bow and muttered something under your breath.

“You won’t harm anyone anymore. Sleep well.” And with a smile, the arrow tip glowed a soft gold and flew threw the air into the restricted body of the curse who was quickly engulfed in a golden light as it screamed and fell, returning to the ground as nothing but dust.

“Nurture the earth now, do some good for the world.” You whisper, low enough that Satoru could barely hear. How you still manage to keep your heart so soft will always amaze him.

Satoru’s phone dropped from his hand, and you spin, notching another arrow into your bow and aiming directly at his head.

You gasp when you realise who’s here.

“Gojo, what are you doing here? How long have you been there?” You ask, lowering your weapon.

“Y/N. What the fuck. YOU HAVE CLAWS.” His jaw was hanging open, hardly believable image of what he’d seen.

That ancient energy wasn’t another curse, you hadn’t been in danger – you had been the danger.

You sigh. Gojo would have found out sooner or later, guess it was sooner. A part of you was worried about what he’d seen, would he think it ugly? Would he think you cursed? This boy – you had accepted your feelings but even though you thought (idiot) he’d never love you back, you didn’t want him to think any less of you.

Well, no escaping this conversation now.

“Wanna grab boba? I’m done here so, we can grab some on the way back to school. I’m guessing you have some questions.”

Uncharacteristically quiet, he just nods.

You walk ahead, slinging your bow on your back and taking out your phone. He sees you dial Yaga’s number.

“Hey, yeah it’s all done. Just as we thought.” You say, and he hears the deep rumble of his sensei’s voice through the speaker.

“Yeah thing is, I’ve had an unexpected visitor. Seems someone thought I might not be able to do it alone so showed up at the end. Yeah, I have it handled. Yup, exactly who you think. Yaga! Stop! I’ll see you later.”

You hang up the phone, just as you reach your favourite boba shop.

“Drinks are on you, Satoru – you gatecrashed my mission.” You smirk.

“Hardly gatecrashed if I turned up and feared for the safety of my pretty face!” The shock had worn off now and he was just in awe and desperate to hear what the fuck he witnessed.

He ordered you both your usual orders and sat across from you at a secluded table outside. You notice the dewy drop of sugary tea on his lip, his skin glistening under the golden sun. God. How can someone be that beautiful, surely it’s illegal?

“So sugar - you’ve been hiding something from your dearest darling best friends, haven’t you?” He looks at you with eyebrows raised.

“Not my choice. It’s a complicated situation. Yaga thought it best to keep it under wraps until I’m 18.”

“I hear ya – but the question still stands: keep what under wraps? Here was me coming to my princess’s rescue,” your cheeks flushed at his (what you thought) casual flirting.

“It’s a long story – you sure you’ve got nothing better to be doing, Mr Honoured One, no ladies to dazzle with those pretty eyes of yours?” You laugh, slurping up a brown sugar Pearl.

“Oh I’ll always have enough time for you, sugar, plus – am I not dazzling a pretty girl now?” You both giggle it off, unaware that he’s being serious and that you were dazzled by him long before today.

There’s a beat of silence.

“My family’s inherited technique. The elders think it’s long extinct but I was born with it. Legend says my family is descended from dryads, forest spirits, you’ve known that nature is the root, no pun intended, of my technique since the start but – it goes a bit deeper. I’m listed as grade two, but only because the elders don’t know the truth. I’m meant to hide everything until I’m 18, so only 5 months left to go anyway. The elders will throw a bitch fit when they find out. Your ancestor La and mine worked together, and when I was born my mother and grandmother chose to keep the technique hidden until I was legally an adult and could make my own informed choices about whether or not I wanted to stay part of the jujutsu world. The elders… don’t take kindly to my family. We’re kind of considered outcasts, like the Inumaki clan.” You say, taking a breather to sip your drink.

“Why? Your mom is so nice” He adds in.

“Ah well, my family, we’re very much a matriarchal family. The women have typically done everything in their power to fight the elders on their idiocy. Given that they’re old, sexist men – this didn’t go down well. So we’ve typically been hounded by them. Then, I was born. Not only the heir to my clan but a woman which ancient cursed abilities. Our family has always scared them, but I’m their worst nightmare trifecta. I made a deal with my family, I’d keep it secret until I’m 18, then I’m free to do as I wish..” You added, smiling, because in truth – being the bane of the elders’ lives was a source of pride.

“So they hid it until you can make your own choices, and take the helm of the clan leader at 18?” He asks.

“Yeah, my mom just wants a quiet life. She’s travelling the world writing of jujutsu sorcery and my grandma is holding the fort. We’re not quite the Gojo’s, Zen’in’s or Kamo’s – but we’re a very old sorcery family, so we’ve influence enough.”

“Y/N. You know you’re not grade two, right?” He asks, dead serious.

“I know, Gojo. I’m special grade. Yaga is a friend of my uncle’s so he agreed to keep it all quiet.” You finish up your drink.

“Gojo – what I’ve told you, only Yaga knows. This stays between us, okay?” He nods and crosses his heart.

“And don’t worry, you’re still the strongest. I’m just good backup.” He giggle, swinging your bag over your shoulder and motioning for him to follow.

“You say that part of your technique is ancient? And thought extinct? Which part? Now you’ve told me I wanna see everything.”

You look back and forth between the streets, and you find an empty alley.

You stop.

He stops.

“Snow leopards are your favourite animal, right?” You ask and he wonders why his heart skips a beat at you remember such a silly detail.

He cocks an eyebrow and agrees.

“I’d tell you to close your eyes, but it won’t do much good.” And with that, a flash a golden light encompasses you and instead of the oh so pretty girl he loves seeing in front of him is a snowy white, fluffy, golden eyed leopard.

And in a flash, you’re back in front of him.

“I can’t do it for long. It’s still really taxing to do and zaps my cursed energy.” You say, gripping his elbow and making your way back to the main road.

“Y/N. I hope you know. That might have been the coolest thing ever. Oh! Can you do like a little mouse so I can just hide you and carry you around in my pocket all day and give you cheese and –” his enthusiasm is cut off by your loud laughter.

“Maybe when I’m stronger Satoru, then I’ll stay with you all the time and you won’t have to follow me to my missions when you’re bored.” You’d text the driver to pick you both up.

“Hey! I was worried! I didn’t know you were some freaky nature fairy when I left did I? !” He grins, and god he looks so handsome in the late afternoon light.

You swat his arm.

“You’re one to talk Mr. I have nearly the same number of eyes as a spider.” And with that he tosses your much smaller form over his shoulder.

“Hey – you might be cool but I’m still the strongest and right now, it’s time for me to demonstrate that.” You half heartedly thump at his back as you laugh at him to put you down.

The car pulls up, a curious gaze from the driver who is thoroughly confused by why you’re over Gojo’s shoulder.

He tosses you into the backseat of the car.

“That’s for keeping secrets from your bestest friends ever.” He flicks your forehead, buckling your belt.

You just roll your eyes.

The drive back home is filled with idle chatter, but Gojo can’t stop thinking about how goddamn fucking perfect you are. You’ve always been strong, kind, beautiful, sexy, funny but god the feral determination he saw in you today shook him to his very core. You say your goodbyes as you head to shower and sleep, but your phone buzzes that night – with a terribly photoshopped picture of your face on a mouse, captioned – ‘btw- ur technique, it’s really beautiful Y/N, I’m really hpy I saw you like that, and thx for telling me, u nd ur secret r safe w me ’. You can’t fight the smile on your face, a weight lifted off your shoulder now that the boy you love knows everything about you – well, except that one secret. The one that you’re hopelessly in love with him.

Maybe some day.

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justapigeonn · 2 months

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the thing i don't understand when ppl try to defend gray wing's constant bootlicking of clear sky is they'll always bring up the argument 'well DUH they're BROTHERS gray wing would never want to believe that clear sky's a bad person!!' but that entire argument goes out the window when you make them remember that gray wing literally threw hands with clear sky upon discovering he'd exiled their younger brother jagged peak after breaking his leg.

gray wing travels to clear sky's camp to confront him PERSONALLY and when clear sky outright admits that he cast out jagged peak because he was 'weak' and 'no longer useful' to him or the group because of his disability, gray wing's first thought is to get PHYSICALLY VIOLENT with clear sky because he understands how fucked up and selfish his mindset is - and this is only book 1 mind you. he KNOWS that clear sky is willing to abandon those less physically capable than him out of his own selfish interest and physically fights him over it and is still understandably seething over it when he gets home and then we proceed to never reeeally see that side of him towards clear sky again (until one notable scene we'll get to later) even as clear sky gets progressively worse and more violent.

this bit has been discussed time and time again but for the sake of expanding my point - later on in the books when the moor cats come across bumble on the verge of death, gray wing himself and the others hear clear sky sheepishly admit from his own mouth that after finding her alone on his territory starving and desperate, he beat her to the point that she fell unconscious and he left her to her own devices

clear sky severely downplays the situation and claims to only have given her a 'cuff to the ear' but because we've already witnessed him murdering a mother cat over a simple territorial dispute first hand through the eyes of thunder, the likeliness of this being a lie is almost absolute. and what can gray wing do all while bumble is bleeding to death on the ground and turtle tail mourns her? he worries about how clear sky's reputation might be tarnished in the eyes of the moor cats :( as if that wasn't already the case after his wrongful exile of jagged peak and his unnecessarily aggressive and territorial behaviour. all of a sudden keeping clear sky's name squeaky clean is of the utmost importance to him despite him not really caring about about that at all in the previous book and merely standing up for what was right and giving his brother the piece of mind he deserved.

but ok, what happens when gray wing witnesses clear sky murder a cat with his very own eyes? - not just any cat mind you, but an old tribemate and beloved friend/ally of gray wing. surely he'd believe it and act accordingly right?? yeah!.....

....for roughly 5 minutes. even CLEAR SKY HIMSELF appears shocked

later on in the early chapters of the blazing star it's only reinforced

but yeah while that's all the text i can be bothered to sieve through right now, all in all gray wing had like 2 notable moments standing up to clear sky before resorting to being a spineless apologist for him. we KNOW he is capable of standing up to him and gray wing KNOWS what clear sky is capable of and what he's done but then he switches gears for little known reason. there's compassion and then there's sheer stupidity and gray wing repeatedly displays the latter.

i have no problem with gray wing still retaining some level of nostalgia and love towards clear because at the end of the day, yes, they are brothers they grew up together and were at one point exceptionally close, but that doesn't leave him any right to downplay the god awful things he did and protest when others are rightfully hateful towards clear sky.

anyways stan thunder idk why the fandom was always so adamant about casting him to the side and cultivating a rivalry between the two brothers when thunder was always a far superior foil to clear sky in every conceivable way

also p.s. please don't let me stop you from liking gray wing if you want to this is sheerly an over the top rebuttal to a common argument i see used to defend the author's poor writing choices

peace and love ✌️💞

#warrior cats #dotc #wc #warriors #gray wing #clear sky #tw ableism #tw animal death

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niafromheaven · 29 days

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Best of Wives, Best of Women

Paring:AngelicSword (Emilute), past GuitarAngelicSword (Adam x Emily x Lute)

Rating:Teen and up

Themes:Major character death

Plot:Lute knows she's going to die soon. She knows she will be gone before Emily gets up in the morning.

Lute woke up to her alarm. As the commander of the Heavenly Host, she was now in charge of the exterminations. They had an early extermination scheduled for this morning, at 5 AM. She didn't know why, but something about today gave her an off feeling.

She couldn't place it, but she had a feeling that she should cuddle the woman laying next to her before she left.

“Emily...” She shook her wife. “Emy, wake up love...” Lute smiled as the older woman slowly stired. “Lute?” she yawned, stretching out. “What time is it?”

“Almost time for me to leave, hon. I thought I would wake you up to cuddle a little before I left..” Lute scooted closer toward her, and Emily scooted into her embrace, throwing her leg across Lute's thigh. Lute wrapped her wings around the shorter woman, her wings acting as a blanket for the both of them. Before Adam had perished in the extermination 6 months ago today, he used to cover them both up like this as they all three snuggled together.

Now, since he was gone, they had cuddled the same way together. They missed him dearly, that is why, against Emily's worry and wishes, Lute had continued the exterminations. Those demons had taken their lover from them, but no matter what, Emily couldn't bring herself to hate them. Lute, however, could. Lute didn't forgive easily. Lute held grudges.

Her forgiveness didn't stop Emily from being worried, by no means. She had dreaded this day for months.

Minutes passed by, and Lute unwrapped them from her wings. Emily clung onto her, now suddenly full of anxiety.

“Lute... don't go...” Emily whined, bringing herself to look up at her. “Please..”

“Shhh...” Lute shushed her, wiping the forming tears away from her eyes. “It'll be alright, darling.. you'll see me in a couple hours..”

Emily shook her head. “Lute... I'm scared... what if you don't-” She started shaking, burying her face in Lute's chest. “I can't lose-”

Lute put a finger to her chin and lifted her head up. “Hey... You won't. I'll be back in 4 hours, sweetie.” She reassured her, smiling. “You're not going to lose me.”

“You promise?” Emily held her pinky finger out.

“I promise.” Lute intertwined their pinkies together, then they brought their fists to their mouths, kissing on it.

Emily let her go, and Lute got off the bed. “So long as you come home at the end of the day... that would be enough...”

Lute smiled at Emily's words, putting on her uniform and helmet. She started to walk toward the door, before a pair of arms wrapped around her torso, pulling her back flush against the woman behind her.

“I love you..” Emily said.

“I love you more.” She turned to face Emily, “Hey, cheer up...” She took Emily's left hand and kissed it, eyeing the wedding ring on her finger. “Best of wives, best of women...”

Emily giggled, as Lute placed a kiss to her lips.

And before Emily could say anymore, she was gone.

But that's okay. She'd be back in 4 hours.

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4 hours passed.

Then 6.

Then 10.

Lute should have been home so many hours ago. Where was she?

Emily sat in their living room. 5 more hours passed. Then a day. She had tried calling Lute's phone, it always went to voicemail.

Maybe if she texted?

Wifey❤

[Hey Lulu? It's been a day, is everything okay?] sent at 11AM

[Lulu, when are you coming home? I miss you..] sent at 1230AM

[Lute,please come home...] sent at 1023PM

None of her texts were ever read. Reality slowly set in for Emily as she realized...

She was gone.

Lute was never coming home.

Ever.

Adam was gone. They had lost him. Now Lute was gone... Emily was completely alone now, without her wife and husband.

Emily buried her head in her hands, falling back and curling up in a ball. Why? Why her? Why them? Why did this have to happen?

She grabbed a pillow, hugging it to her chest. She then wrapped her wings around herself in a protective blanket. In her mind, she was cuddling Lute while Adam wrapped his wings around both of his best girls. They were happy. They were together.

They were alive.

Now, Emily had another halo to add to the one sitting in the drawer in the bedroom... if it had even made it back to Heaven.

Adam was gone. Lute was gone.

All Emily had left now were memories.

Memories of what once was, and what could have been.

End

#guitarangelicsword #angst no happy ending #hazbin hotel fanfiction #emilute #angelicsword #guitarsword #guitarspear #guitarangelicspear #Nia_from_Heaven

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fountainpenguin · 9 days

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"I'm not the kind of girl to get messed up with you- Hello! ... You're all right, but I'm here, darling, to enjoy the party..." (x)

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New Dog's Life chapter today! ~ 3rd Life series fan-season

Chapter 31 - “Flame (Etho, Skizz, Pearl)”

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Scar files a microaggression complaint with the HALO team. Pearl helps Scott settle in while he recovers from glitchy code. They have a spat that's not about a sticker.

Meanwhile, SnifferMyFeet and Etho separate their souls… and start an honest talk about Sniff's identity as Sniff, not Joel. It was needed. It's for the best.

(First 900 words under the cut)

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Etho - Fox

Status: Resting

Self-taught programmer, full-time hero

💙 💙 💙

He gets it now.

It's like ice in your water. It's like marshmallows in your cocoa. It's like wind beneath your wings. The final week before he's due back in Between (reluctantly, but definitely due), Etho flops on his bed and sprawls his arms to either side. Is he giddy? He doesn't mean to be, but this feels…

… Oh, it's a game-changer. Which is exactly what he texts Cleo after scooping up his admin panel. They won't see it if they've left their private server, and since Session 2 of Dog's Life could be starting any day now, there's no telling how long that may take.

Etho: hey so Etho: remember after limlife 4 or 5 when we talked about burnout?

Grocery shopping. For a family dinner- he and Cleo both made one (like a peace offering) in a way that wasn't really flirty married life roleplay, but more like… regular, everyday person roleplay. Did all their shopping together so they wouldn't cook the same thing. Call it 'date night' if you want; he walked her home and there might've been a little 'dramatic logout' roleplay in there. We don't… We don't need to go into detail about it.

To some people that's romantic and to some it's completely gross. Not really sure why… It's a natural process, isn't it? Soul-eaters can't help being what they are, and you may as well snap at endermen hybrids for struggling with eye contact or shame unthreaded players if they expose their glitches instead of keeping them covered up. This world's too big and life too long for arguing. Do you really want to make enemies and be rude to people who are going to carry the echo of your words for the rest of their lives?

Lend a helping hand. Extend a little kindness. Be polite. Respond to the hurt. Try not to avoid responsibility when others are counting on your strength. Sit with the injured, even when the night is cold. They're simple goals, but so easily forgotten these days.

Etho: I think you said if I felt stuck then I should break my routine for a while

Nothing happens for several minutes. Etho rotates words without meaning through his head, then types out something else.

Etho: you were right. I get now why you go on adventures with Martyn. Why you let him and no one else log you out all the time. Thanks for the advice. Let me know next time you need a favor. Rating this cycle 10 of 10 and I owe you big xD

He takes a long, guilt-free nap in his cushioned bed. Catching up on block updates and videos really drains a guy (especially this close to the end of the Hermitcraft season, not to mention Vault Hunters and a Life series on top of it), but he spent all morning prepping the bed and it's already providing every agonizing tick of its worth. Two hours later, he's stirred awake by a buzz on the admin panel.

ZombieCleo: yay! So glad that worked for you <3 I want to hear all about it. Maybe in a couple weekends you can watch MCC with me and the kids + Martyn? If we catch a minute alone, I can recommend more stuff you might be into ;)

The kids refers to Bdubs and Scar, who skated through Limited Life like energetic teenagers spreading their wings. It's goofy, it's endearing, and Cleo's got her roleplay voice on because she knows it makes him snort. His tail gives a twitch as he tries to keep a smirk from creeping out behind his mask.

Martyn, huh? he muses, but doesn't say that. Cleo circles between lovers, friends, and exes like a pollinating bee.

Etho: whoaaaa Etho: inviting a fox? that's dangerous! ZombieCleo: nose out of your tail, fur boy Etho: dibs on Martyn, I see ZombieCleo: If you're serious about returning the favor, Martyn says Rhetoric's down here and this might be our best chance at smash and grabbing from your mum's museum Etho: Hm… ZombieCleo: I mean, you did leave my eggshell when you rescued Grian and that other soul

Yeah- it looked distressed. Now Sniff's down here. He can actually talk now when he couldn't before. Honestly, not the worst decision he could've made.

If anyone's going to try getting into the Fox Dragon's museum, a fox has the best chance of doing so. It's kept separate from the nesting cave where souls respawn, but even the deadliest traps won't keep foxes out since they'll just respawn. Unless they're traps that can't be dodged even with careful planning, or some sort of system that short-circuits code. The phantom roost is nearby, right? Frankly, phantoms are excellent trackers, they can fly, and they're probably the fastest of all non-swimming hybrids, so a phantom alone provides great security as-is.

Etho: I'll think about it. Not tonight, though. Full moon fox face isn't for me. Also if there are raiders there then that's probably the worst time to show up ZombieCleo: Fair ZombieCleo: I can think of something else, but if you ever get the chance, I want it back Etho: duly noted ✌️ ZombieCleo: btw say hi to Scar and Bdubs when you see them. They've been cracking nonstop jokes since you disappeared. One can only imagine they're attempting humor to bury immense throes of pain Etho: D:

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His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x reader p. 19

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Hey babes! I hope you are all enjoying the story so far! Your feedback and interactions are always appreciated! Thank you all for being here and giving me your support. 🥹I love you all! ❤️Happy reading and enjoy! 💕

A/n: Where is Bradley? Why hasn't he texted or called us yet? Is he okay? Is he just nervous? I hope he comes back soon. Isn't he thinking about you and Leia? Doesn't he miss you girls? At least you get to visit Mav today! It's Leia's first time at the hangar!

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: cursing and so much LOVE my heart FUCKING EXPLODED 🥰

Please don't take my work, I will find you.

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It was the next day and you were getting ready to head over to Mav’s. You wanted to be polite, so you made your famous, chocolate fudge brownies as a dessert for after dinner. Just as you changed into your clothes the oven timer went off. You went to turn off the oven and you took them out. “Perfect.” They smelled so good. You loaded Leia into the car along with the brownies and Mav’s sign that Leia made for him. You were about to pull out when Leia yelled at you.

“Momma wait! I wanna bring my daddy’s wings to show papa Mav!”

You looked at her unbuckling herself in the rearview mirror, “Where did you leave them, baby?” You weren't really paying attention to what your daughter had implied. What she had planned, you just went with the conversation without thinking about what she really had said to you. It didn't register.

“In my secret spot! I'll be back.” She jumped down and ran into the house to retrieve them.

After 5 minutes she returned back to the car. She buckled herself back in, “I got them!”

It was a 30-minute drive to Mav’s hangar. It resided right outside the Naval base. The big metal doors were open so you drove right in. You parked your car off to the side away from his P-51 Mustang. It was such a beautiful plane. You remember back in college when he took you up in it for the first time when you and Bradley came down to visit him. It was the coolest experience of your life.

Mav came out from the housing he had within the hangar. He had an apron on and was holding a spatula. “Hey you’re early!”

Leia ran up to him with his poster. “I brought it, Maaav!”

He gave her a kiss on top of her head, “Thank you so much, sweetheart!”

“We had to make sure papa Mav was going to be on time for his bedtime.” You were carrying over the brownies and you hugged Mav and gave him the brownies as he laughed.

She lifted up her pin to Mav. “Look! I have wings!” She had a big smile on her face.

Mav looked at her confused. “Where did you get those, sweetheart? Did you find that on the floor?” Mav was so confused. He was looking around him to see if he had dropped some more pins.

You gulped and your eyes went wide, “oh shit…”

Leia held them up higher to Mav, “No they’re my daddy’s! He’s a pilot like you, Mav!”

Maverick looked at you with a really confused look on his face, “Y/n… who’s wings are those?” He narrowed his eyes at you his mouth slightly open.

You looked down and started to bite your lip, “Oh um. Mav.”

“Y/n. I asked you. Who’s wings are those?” He was serious, he stepped closer to you. Narrowing his eyes more at you.

You looked up at Mav and your breath stuttered, you're about to speak. You looked over to the door that Mav had just emerged from.

And then an all too familiar raspy voice saved you, “They’re mine, Mav.” Bradley came from the same door as Mav, he wiping his hands on a dish rag. “Those are my wings.” He gulped. He looked at you and then at Leia.

You were frozen. There he stood, was this a dream? Your throat got dry. There he was, tanner from the last time you saw him, his rosy cheeks burned from the sun, hair falling perfect even though it was a little messy, his aviators sliding down his nose, his famous Hawaiian shirt, but this time he wore a long sleeve under. He was like a dream. A sexy hot fucking dream. A sexy dream that was here and alive.

Mav stood there with one hand on his hip the other holding the brownies, “You mean to tell me this whole time, you and Rooster had a child and no one cared to share it with me.” He looked at Leia, “Did you know this too?”

She shook her head no. “Well, what the heck!” He was speechless. “I mean this is great! I’m feeling so many emotions, I'm so confused.” He looked at you both amazed. He held his arms out and hugged the both of you. “I always knew this was going to happen. Penny owes me $50.” He laughed. “I will give you all your time.” He walked back through the door behind Bradley.

He walked back through the doors laughing and talking to himself, "What are the freaking odds?"

You looked at Bradley and then over to Leia. Your daughter was never one to be shy, but at this moment she was super shy. She held the wings close to her and was looking down at the floor. She would look up slightly from time to time at Bradley and smile. But she kept her head down.

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[I was listening to a thousand years the original and pt.2 while writing this part, I sobbed y’all. Enjoy.]

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You stepped towards Bradley and tears filled your eyes, "Hi." You smiled up at him.

He smiled back at you and started to blush more than he already was, "Hey, sweetheart."

You held his hand and ran your thumb over it, “Would you like to meet your daughter?”

Bradley took a deep breath. He walked up to Leia and got on one knee in front of her.

“Hi Leia, do you remember me from the beach?” He took off his glasses and tried to meet your daughter's gaze but she was glued to the floor.

Leia nodded, “I do… Hi Bradley.” She looked up at him slowly and smiled.

“I have a present for you, baby.” He got up and walked over to his bag and grabbed a little toy plane. He knelt back down to her. He had the plane behind his back. “I have a super cool gift that I’ve kept for a long time.” He pulled the plane from behind his back. “This is an F-14 Tomcat. My dad gave me this when I was a kid. I took very good care of it. Do you think you could take care of it for me, sweetheart?”

She took the plane gently from his hand and nodded, “I promise to take very good care of it.”

He pulled her in close and whispered in her ear. Leia started to giggle. Bradley pulled away and laughed. “That stays between you and me, okay?” Leia nodded and stepped back.

He smiled back at her. “So I heard you have something for me?” He rested his arms on his knee and leaned closer to her.

“I have your wings…” she was holding them to her chest. “I took very good care of them when you were gone.” She opened her little hands and there was his pin.

Bradley smiled and put his hand on her hip and pulled her closer to him. “That was so sweet of you to do that for me, sweetheart.”

Leia stepped closer to him and put her hands out for him to take the wings. “I told momma that I would keep them safe until you got back so I could give them back to you.” She gestured for Bradley to take them.

Bradley gently grabbed them from her hands and looked at them. He smiled and rubbed Leia’s arm. “Thank you so much for doing that for me, sweetie.” He looked at his pin and held them to his chest. “You took such great care of them. They’re better than when I left them.” He grabbed Leia’s hand, “I thought about you every second I was gone.”

Leia looked at him and blushed, “I thought of you too.” She was still shy.

Bradley pulled her in for a hug. He wrapped his arms around her slowly and held onto her so tight. She hugged him back and laid on his shoulder. “I missed you so much, sweetheart. I'm glad to be here with you now.”

He closed his eyes tight holding in the tears. “I really couldn’t wait to meet you, Leia. And now that you’re here, I wanted to let you know that I love you so much. I hope mommy reminded you every day. You mean everything to me.”

She started to cry, Bradley cupped her cheek and wiped away her tears. “Don’t cry, baby. Daddy’s here and I’m not going anywhere.”

She jumped into his arms crying. Bradley just held her and rubbed her back, “Shhhhh baby. Daddy’s got you.” He picked her up and rocked and bounced her while rubbing her back and then holding her head to his. “Daddy’s always got you, sweetheart.” He held her so tight. Another memory to stain his mind.

You cried at their interaction. If you would have told yourself this was going to happen when you found out you were pregnant, you would have called yourself stupid. But here it was, happening. The day you had always dreamed of. Your baby girl meeting her dad and him being so loving the moment he laid eyes on her. Your heart felt so whole, it felt like it was going to explode. You couldn’t take it. You walked over to both of them. Bradley looked over to you still embracing your daughter. You got up on your tippy toes, you put your hand behind his head, and slowly and gently pulled him to you. You kissed him taking in everything. Your heart exploded at that moment. He was here, with you and your daughter. You pulled apart from him and he smiled at you. “I love you so much, y/n.” You looked up at him and caressed his cheek, “I love you, Bradley Bradshaw.”

Leia got down from Bradley’s arms. She was smart, she just knew. She gave her mom and dad their moment. Plus, she would get to have her dad forever. She slowly walked over to the door of Mav’s house and went to go be with him.

Bradley pulled you in by the waist. “Is this real?” He ducked his head down to place his forehead on yours. “Are you really here, y/n?” He cupped your cheeks, “You are so beautiful, baby.” He kissed your face all over. “I was scared I was never going to see your beautiful face ever again.” He looked at you in awe, a tear streaming from the inner corner of his eye. You wiped it away.

“I’m here Bradley.” You said in a soft whisper.

You looked deeply into his eyes. He picked you up and spun you around taking in your scent. He let you down he looked at you and shook your head, “You are perfect, y/n.” He tucked your hair behind both of your ears and pulled you in for another kiss. This one is longer and deeper. All the emotions that have been building up, all into one kiss. He was yours, in this moment he was all yours.

He pulled back, “I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you!” He yelled the last one. You both giggled together. “God! I fucking love you.” His heart was racing, you could feel it. “I’m the luckiest man in the world. I have a beautiful daughter and a beautiful girl.” You felt butterflies. Did he really mean what he is saying? Did he really want this? Us? You smiled at him, you had no words.

Mav peeked his head out, “Hey love birds, dinner is ready!”

Bradley had his hand out to guide you to the door. “After you.” He bowed a little.

“Hang on a second here.” You placed a hand on his chest. “When did you and him become besties again?” You cocked your head to the side narrowing your eyes at him.

“That's a story for another time, y/n. Your brownies are calling my name!” He kissed you and ran ahead of you.

“Bradshaw!” You ran after him and he ran through the door and you were right behind him.

After dinner, Mav gave Leia a tour of his hangar while you and Bradley trailed behind slowly. Bradley had his hands in his pockets and you had your arm looped into his. You laid on his shoulder and took in his presence and scent. This felt like a dream. You two watched as Mav showed your overly excited daughter around. She was making noises as she flew the plane Bradley gave her around. Leia was jumping around as she held Mav’s hand. She was so fascinated by all his memorabilia from the Navy. Mav stopped and put his helmet on Leia’s head.

“Hey! That’s a good look on you, sweetheart!” He knelt down in front of her and held onto the helmet. Mesmerization flooded his eyes as you and Bradley looked on. “Hang on right here, Leia.” He patted his helmet and opened his locker. He looked at a picture and pulled it out slowly. He was smiling with tears in his eyes. “Bradley, y/n, come here.”

Still looking at the picture, the two of you made it over. Mav looked at Bradley handing him the little picture with a smile on his face. Bradley took his hands from his pockets and you unlooped your arm. Bradley stepped towards Mav and grabbed the picture.

Bradley started to smile. “No way.” He laughed a little bit and brought the picture closer to his eyes to look at. “Man, this was so long ago.”

“Leia come here, sweetheart.” Bradley called over while still looking at the picture. He knelt down and put the picture up by her head. “Y/n, look at this.” He looked up at you smiling.

You came closer to examine the picture. “Smile, baby girl.” Bradley told Leia. She started to smile really big. Bradley grabbed your hand as you came closer. “Does she look familiar?” He chuckled.

You got really close and saw that the little picture was of Bradley when he was around Leia’s age. He was wearing Goose’s helmet and smiling.

“Oh my gosh…” you were smiling and covering your mouth.

“She’s your twin, Rooster.” Mav patted his back and knelt next to him. Bradley gave him the picture back and Mav kept looking between the picture and Leia. “She looks exactly like you.” Then Mav looked at you, “And I can’t believe I said she was a copy and paste of you… she is literally him!” He pointed at Leia.

You shrugged your shoulders, “I told ya, Mav. She is Bradley Junior.”

Leia came around by Mav and took the picture from his hands. “That’s your daddy when he was your age, Leia.”

She looked at Bradley and smiled. “Why does the helmet say Goose?” Bradley opened his arms and Leia came to him. She sat on his lap while he was squatting.

“Goose was my dad’s call sign.” He placed his hand on her leg and patted it.

“Where is Goose? Will I get to meet him too?” Bradley gave a small smile to your daughter and sighed. “Sweetheart, you won’t be able to meet him. But we can visit him and I can tell you so many cool stories about him.” He patted Mav’s helmet which was still on her head.

“Okay.” She smiled at Bradley. She wrapped her arm around Bradley’s neck, “Do you have pictures of Goose?” Bradley placed his hand on her belly before standing up. “I don’t have any with me, but I know Mav has some.”

He grabbed her hand and walked her over to the workbench where Mav had his helmet on. Leia took his helmet off and held onto it. Bradley picked her up so she could look at the pictures. He was pointing to all of the pictures that Mav had on his wall explaining who everyone was in them.

“That is Goose. That is my dad, Leia.”

She smiled, “You look like Goose.”

Bradley nodded. “This is my mom, her name was Carole.” He got close to Leia’s ear and whispered, “she was the coolest mom ever. Don’t tell mommy.” Leia nodded at Bradley and zipped her lips and threw away the key.

“That’s Mav when he was younger with my dad.” He looked around and pointed, “These pictures are from when I played sports as a kid and when I joined the Navy.”

Leia looked at the board of pictures, “Is that picture you and Mav during the mission?” She pointed to the middle picture of them holding onto each other and smiling.

“Yes. Yes, it is.” She looked around some more, “That’s you and momma!” It was one from when the two of you graduated from University. Mav had taken a picture of the two of you with your degrees.

Mav came to stand with you. “He’s a natural with her, isn’t he?” You kept looking at the two of them while they bonded over pictures, “He sure is.” You started to feel the redness creeping into your cheeks and ears. Mav patted your back and threw his arm over your shoulder to hold you closer. “He's going to be a great dad. He's a great kid. He’s exactly like Goose.”

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I have no words. 🥹 My heart feels so full and I hope yours is too! I am so happy rn. 😭 Now that the cat is out of the bag, what will the future hold for you? So besties, should I leave the story here or would you like to see more? Let me know! ❤️ I'll see you in the next part, maybe! 😉🫶🏼

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mayajadewrites · 4 months

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Almost - Levi Ackerman x Reader

Chapter 2 - Sushi Dreams

Summary: You and Levi hang out for the first time outside of the coffee shop.

Once you park your car in your driveway, it's 9:22. People just started their work day, school day, or day in general. You've experienced about a hundred people with several different attitudes and coffee orders, but only one mattered.

Medium black tea.

You peel off your clothes and turn your shower on, letting the warm water hit your skin. You wanted to take a nap, but the anxiety in your stomach is telling you that you will be up all day thinking about Levi.

Casual dating has been all you've been doing these days, rarely followed by genuine feelings. Levi has been a part of your day to day life for 6 months, even if it's only for 5 minutes. You've cherished those 5 minutes and have mentally begged for more.

Levi's attitude is what drew you in. He never caused any issues, his voice was stern with "fuck with me and watch what happens" attitude, which made you giggle. Your sarcasm bounces off of his so well that other people think you've been friends for years.

After your 'everything' shower (because... duh you're hanging out with Levi Ackerman) you put on a cozy outfit for the time being. A slouchy white sweater, leggings, and your favorite slippers.

You grabbed the book you purchased last week off of your dresser and sat at your chair, drifting into a whole different world through the words on the pages.

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Your phone buzzed in your lap so you jolted awake, realizing you dozed off reading your book.

3:45 PM

Shit.

Glancing at your phone, you see an unknown number has texted you.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: You took too damn long to text me. I'm assuming you fell asleep, your eyes looked tired this morning. It's Levi.

How the hell did this man find your number?

He's the CEO of Ackerman Inc. Of course he found it.

You sigh and start typing, hoping he's not currently watching your text bubbles pop in and out because you don't know what to say.

You: I'll take that as you caring and not saying I looked like shit. I'm awake now.

Levi: Good morning. What time did you want to do dinner?

Dinner? You assumed you would be doing something casual like a walk in the park or something, but dinner?

You're not sure what you expected though - this is Levi Ackerman we're talking about.

Tapping the side of your phone, you look around your room, thinking of what the hell you're gonna wear to a dinner with Levi. You needed to give yourself time to get ready because lord knows you need it.

You: 6?

Levi: Send me your address. I'll be there at 6. You better be ready.

If this was anyone else, you would've text them saying you'll meet them there and you would probably show up 15 minutes late.

But you know Levi, and you know how punctual he is.

You sent him your address and threw your phone on your bed, frantically going through the clothes in your closet. You didn't want to seem like you were trying too hard, but you also didn't want to look like you just rolled out of bed either.

After pulling together an outfit (after 10 other ones) you finally felt satisfied with what you chose. A casual black bodycon dress that hugs your curves, a black long coat, floral black stockings, and chunky knee high black boots.

Your hair is in a half-up, half-down style with your front pieces framing your face. Makeup - simple. A little black winged eyeliner, glowy skin and a nude lip with a clear gloss on top.

After all, you were going out with Levi Ackerman, you needed to look the part.

You look down at your watch - 5:55 PM

Taking one last look at yourself in the mirror, grazing your hands over your curves, you feel your phone vibrate in your purse.

Levi: I'm outside. No rush since technically I'm early.

Deep breath.

You lock up your apartment and see a black Range Rover pulled up in front of you. The passenger window rolled down slowly and you saw a peek at his jet black hair, then his stone eyes.

When his eyes met yours, you felt your heart skip a beat. His face didn't change, but your cheeks flushed pink as you walked towards his car.

Levi got out of the drivers seat and walked to your door, opening it for you. His eyes scanned your body, every inch of it. "Good morning."

"Good morning, Levi." You take his hand as you get into the car, taking in everything about this moment.

His car was in immaculate condition. It was spotless and smelled amazing. No dust or trash anywhere, and you could see a small air freshener in the vent.

"You clean up nice." Levi spoke as he got in the car, putting his seatbelt on. He put one hand on the wheel and started turning it, putting his other hand on the back of your seat.

Ugh.

"Thank you. Where are we going?"

"My favorite restaurant on this side of town. It's quiet and the food comes out fast." Levi glanced at you, making sure his eyes went right back onto the road.

"Can I know what kind of food it is? What if I'm allergic?"

"Relax. We've talked about it before. Sushi."

You smiled thinking about how Levi remembered a small detail about your day-to-day interactions with him.

As you approached the sushi spot, you realized that this is one of the more upscale sushi restaurants in town. You could never afford to eat there, but you loved the pictures people would post on Instagram of their meals.

After Levi parked, you pushed your door handle to open it.

"Not a chance." Levi pulled your door closed, only to get out of his seat, walk to your door, and open it for you. "When you're with me you don't touch doors."

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"Mr. Ackerman, it's a pleasure to see you!" The hostess said, grabbing menus. "Oh and you brought a date!"

Levi nodded, pressing his hand to the small of your back to lead you in. "Yes. 2 please."

The hostess lead you to your table, small and secluded, just how you pictured it. Levi pulled your chair out for you and handed you a napkin.

You've never been treated like this on a date. Usually the guys you date want to either watch movies and "chill", or go to some fast food restaurant. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but it's the exact opposite of what you're experiencing right now.

Your eyes met Levi's, who were already on you. His eyes were half lidded (per usual) and his suit looked impeccable. Like he just got it from the dry cleaners.

"Date?" You smirk, flattening the napkin on your lap.

"We've known each other for 6 months, I think I know you enough to take you out on a date." Levi sipped his water, his eyes still on you.

"I didn't even know you saw me like that."

"Well did you think I just wanted to be your little regular?" Levi's tone changed. His eyebrow was raised but you couldn't help but stare at his lips.

"I don't know." You shrug, tapping your fingertips on your thigh. "You're not very easy to read, Levi."

"So I've been told." He nods, motioning the waiter to come over with his hand. "Can we get the classic sushi platter, please? Do you want any appetizers?" Levi looks to you, pointing at the menu.

"Um, edamame please." You close your menu, handing it to the waiter. "Thank you."

☕︎⋆˙⟡♡☕

You and Levi could talk for hours. You never ran out of things to talk about, and frankly you wanted to learn everything there is to know about him.

"How was your day today?" Levi asked you, popping a sushi roll in his mouth.

"It was good, I read a bit then fell asleep, as you know. How was yours?"

"The same as every other day." Levi sipped his water. "Reports, meetings, presentations, nothing new."

"At least tomorrow is Friday." You finished eating the last roll on your plate, pushing it away from you. "I'm stuffed."

"What did you think?"

"It was delicious. I've always wanted to come here." You look around the restaurant, in awe of the atmosphere.

Levi paid the check and helped you put on your coat. With heels on, you're about the same height as him. You notice he picked off a piece of lint off your shoulder, smoothing it out with his palm.

Levi said his goodbyes and ushered you to his car, making sure you got in safely. The ride back to your place was quiet, but a good type of quiet. You caught Levi glancing at you one too many times for it to be a mistake.

"Thank you so much for tonight." You smile, taking your seatbelt off. Levi opened the door for you and took your hand to help you out, taking one last look at you.

"Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow." Levi nodded, leaning his back against his car.

You didn't know if you expected him to try and kiss you, but you definitely wanted him to.

"See you." You turn around and walk up the steps to your apartment building, Levi staring as you as you lock the door. He waited until you got into your actual apartment door before getting into the drivers seat and driving off.

Was that a date? Are we friends? Are we going to date?

So many questions swirled through your mind.

Bzzzzz.

Levi: Sweet dreams.

You held your phone to your chest, butterflies erupting from your stomach.

You: Sweet sushi dreams, Levi.

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twisted-turtels · 3 months

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Crossed Paths (Pt.5)

Author's note: sike i ended up finishing part 5, but i will have to take a break. this fic literally consumes my mind (not joking. i was writing some of this in my histology class). i also have some of my first exams next week so...yeah

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 6

Crossed Paths

It’s been a week since Jordan last saw Farleigh. She’s been studying for her exams, and as much as she likes Farleigh, he’s a distraction. They have obviously texted every now and then, but they have mostly been brief exchanges. She couldn’t help but feel guilty about neglecting Farleigh, wondering if he felt the same way. Jordan hangs up her steamed uniform on her bathroom door; why do we have to wear a uniform to take an exam?

As Jordan is washing her face, she hears her phone ringing. She looks down to see Farleigh calling. With a mixture of surprise and excitement, she answers the phone.

“Hey, Farleigh,” she says excitedly.

“Hi, Jordy. What are you doing right now,” Farleigh asks.

“I was just about to hop in the shower and lay in bed,” she looks at her clock, 8 pm. It’s kind of early to go to sleep.

“Oh well, I was gonna ask if you wanted to get something to eat,” Farleigh answers, “But seeing as you’ve already showered, I can bring some food instead?”

Jordan agrees, “That would be great, honestly. I’ve been so focused on studying that I haven’t eaten much.”

“I don’t think you’ve tried the chicken shop nearby. I’ll bring us some food from there. I’ll see you in 30 minutes, yeah?” Farleigh confirms and hangs up.

Jordan puts her phone down before giggling and washing her face off.

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Jordan is sitting on the couch watching Bad Girls Club when she hears a knock on her door.

“Delivery,” a fake high-pitched voice says.

Jordan rolls her eyes before getting up and answering the door. On the other side of the door is Farleigh, standing with two bags in his hand.

“I have come with sustenance,” Farleigh says as he pushes past Jordan.

Jordan looks at him in disbelief, “Umm, excuse you,” she follows Farleigh into the apartment.

Farleigh places the food on her coffee table, “Girl, come sit down and eat this food.”

Jordan laughs at Farleigh's dramatic entrance and follows him to the couch, “Alright, I’m coming,” she says playfully before sitting next to him on the sofa.

Farleigh grins, pleased with himself. “What do we have here?” Jordan asks.

Farleigh opens the boxes of food to reveal an assortment of chicken wings, fries, and sauces.

“I got us a mix of everything,” Farleigh answers, “figured you’d want to try it all.” He looks up at the TV, “Bad Girls Club?”

“What? You’ve never watched it,” Jordan asked, mouth already stuffed with fries.

“I don’t really indulge much in American culture. I’m in England most of the time,” Farleigh explains.

Jordan nods her head in understanding, “How often do you go home?”

“Maybe twice a year, usually in the summer, I’m at Saltburn,” Farleigh mumbles.

“Saltburn,” Jordan looks at him in confusion.

Farleigh looks at her with a sly smile, “Yeah. It’s my aunt and uncle’s house, Felix and Venetia’s parents,” he puts his food down before wiping his hands with a napkin, “Do you wanna come?”

Jordan bites into a chicken wing as she gives Farleigh a side-eye. “Come where?”

“To Saltburn,” Farleigh continues.

“Am I allowed,” Jordan asks with more confusion evident in her voice.

“Of course you are. I invited you, plus Felix invites people every year, and my uncle doesn’t care,” Farleigh insists.

“I’ll think about it. I don’t want to intrude,” Jordan says nervously.

Farleigh reassures her, “I promise. You won’t. Plus, I’ll be there, as well as Felix and Venetia. It’ll be fun.”

Jordan contemplates. I have nothing else to do, “I’ll come. I’m not doing anything else this summer,” Jordan smiles reassuringly.

“Yes,” Farleigh claps his hands, “ Now that that's out the way, I also wanted to ask if you wanted to go to the pre-summer ball with me?”

“Don’t you only go if you pass your exams,” Jordan questions.

Farleigh rolls his eyes, “We both know you’ll pass.”

“I mean…I guess I’ll go with you,” Jordan teases.

“Who else were you gonna go with,” Farleigh sarcastically asks.

Jordan replies with a serious expression, “Oliver.”

“Be serious.”

“I am. Haven’t you seen him lately,” Jordan doubles down.

There’s a pause before Jordan laughs, “I’m kidding. I’m not going with that man,” Jordan grabs Farleigh’s hands and makes him stand up.

She looks Farleigh in his eyes, “Of course, I will go with you,” she says.

Farleigh's smile widens with Jordan’s acceptance, “Great! It’s a date then.”

Jordan grins at him excitedly, “I’m looking forward to it,” she says sincerely.

They stand there for a moment, their hands still collapsed, before Farleigh clears his throat, gesturing to the half-eaten food on the table, “We should probably finish eating.”

Jordan laughs, realizing they’ve been standing still, lost in the moment, “Right. I can tell you more about Bad Girls Club.”

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Amidst the jubilant chaos, Jordan and Farleigh emerge from the exam school together, hand in hand, cheering after successfully completing their exams, their faces flushed with excitement and relief. They’re greeted by a crowd of cheering friends, and sprays of champagne and silly string land on them from the crowd. They spot Felix on the crowd's edge and rush over to him.

He greets them with a wide grin, “Congratulations, guys!” Felix yells while placing medals around their necks.

Jordan hugs Felix with a beaming smile, “Thank you, Felix!” She turns to Farleigh and pulls him into a hug, “We did it,” she exclaims, her voice beaming with pride.

They break the hug and notice Felix greeting Oliver and placing a medal around his neck. Jordan exchanges a glance with Farleigh, a mixture of surprise and curiosity in her eyes. Farleigh gently pulls her in the opposite direction, “We gotta start getting ready for the ball, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, you’re right. I can’t wait until you see my dress. One of my mom’s friends is a seamstress, and she made the dress for me and sent it over just in time. It fits perfectly,” Jordan replies, her excitement evident in her voice.

“I can’t wait to see it,” Farleigh says with a smile, his eyes twinkling in anticipation. The two come to a stop, and Farleigh leans in to give Jordan a quick peck on the cheek, “I’ll see you later,” he asks. Jordan nods with a small smile before the two part ways, each filled with anticipation for the night ahead.

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After parting ways with Farleigh, Jordan walks back to her apartment, her mind buzzing with excitement. As she entered her room, she was greeted with the sight of her dress hanging delicately on her closet door. She walks up to the dress and grazes her finger down it softly, taking note of the delicate lace.

The room is filled with soft music playing in the background as Jordan prepares for the evening. Her carefully selected jewelry lays on the bed, waiting as Jordan fits into her dress. As she slips into the dress, she feels a wave of confidence takes over her body.

As she takes a final look in the mirror, she takes note of how the dress accentuates her waist, how her makeup accentuates her features, and how her braids cascade down her back. With one last glance, she heads out the door, excited for the rest of her night.

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As the taxi comes to a halt, Jordan gracefully exits, her purse in tow. She takes a moment to adjust her dress, her anticipation palpable in the air. With a confident stride, she approached the entrance of the venue. As she’s walking, she notices a recognizable head of hair. It’s Farleigh!

As she quickens her pace slightly, she finally approaches the tall boy. Standing on her toes, she playfully covers his eyes with her manicured hands, “Guess who,” she questions with a playful grin.

The hands grab her wrist and spin her around. Before she knows it, she’s twirling in Farleigh’s arms, a broad smile on her face as they share a moment of joy and excitement. Farleigh places her down, “You look beautiful, Jordan,” he exclaims warmly, admiration evident in his voice.

“You clean up nicely, Farleigh. Are you ready to go-” Before she could continue her sentence, she noticed Oliver standing awkwardly in front of them.

“Oh. Didn’t mean to interrupt your conversation,” she apologizes.

“It’s no problem-” Oliver answers before Farleigh interrupts, “I was just telling him how I like his tux.”

Jordan looks at Farleigh in confusion before agreeing, “Yeah, it is nice,” she looks Oliver up and down, “You clean up nice as well, Oliver.”

“Thank you,” Oliver answers nervously.

Farleigh straightens out Oliver's tuxedo, “It’s a rental? Right?”

“Yeah,” Oliver answers.

Farleigh grabs his wrists before showing them to Jordan, “Yeah, the sleeves are too long.”

Jordan nods her head, “It’s important to always check the sleeves, Ollie,” she teasingly chastises him.

“Always check the sleeves,” Farleigh teases, almost condescendingly, “But not bad,” he taps Oliver’s chest, “You’re almost” tap “passing.”

Farleigh grabs Jordan’s hand before starting to walk away.

Oliver questions, “For what?”

Farleigh turns around briefly, “ A real human boy.”

Jordan follows Farleigh, glancing over her shoulder at Oliver, shrugging her shoulders before pulling Farleigh into the event hall.

They enter the elegantly decorated hall. The room is filled with glittering chandeliers, soft candlelight, and vibrating floral arrangements. The sound of soft music fills the air, adding to the calming atmosphere. Farleigh squeezes her hand, a reassuring gesture that brings a smile to her face.

“Shall we sit,” Farleigh says mockingly before pulling out a chair for Jordan.

“Stop being corny,” Jordan laughs before sitting down. Farleigh waves over a waiter and takes two drinks from their tray, “Here you go, beautiful.”

“Thank you,” Jordan says before taking a sip.

“Drink as much as you want, but just to warn you, we have quite a drive tomorrow,” Farleigh states.

“How long,” Jordan questions.

“Six hours,” Fairleigh says.

Jordan’s eyes widen as she almost chokes on her drink, “Six hours,” she whispers yells.

“It’s not that bad, and we won't be driving. My uncle is sending a driver for us. Including Felix and Vee.”

“Ugh,” she puts the drink down and stands up, “this ‘Saltburn’ better be worth it,” she complains. Farleigh follows her movements, “Oh, it will,” he confirms.

“Do you want to dance,” Farleigh holds his hand out. Jordan nods her head and grabs his hand.

As they walk to the dance floor, Jordan mentions, “You know I’ve never slow danced before?”

“No,” Farleigh questions, “Not even at prom,” he asks in disbelief.

Jordan shakes her head, “Nope. Didn’t go to prom. I had no one to go with.”

Farleigh couldn’t believe what she was saying. “So you’re telling me that no one wanted to go with you? That doesn't make sense.”

“It’s a lot more that goes into it,” Jordan explains.

Farleigh nods, understanding that there might be more to Jordan’s story than she’s telling. As they position themselves for the slow dance, he gently places his hands on her waist while she places her hands on his shoulders.

“Sorry if I pushed too much,” Farleigh says softly, his gaze meeting Jordan’s.

Jordan shakes her head reassuringly and smiles, “There’s nothing to be sorry about. You didn’t know.”

Jordan lays her head on his chest as they begin to sway to the music. Their movements synchronized as they lose themselves in the moment. Farleigh’s eyes focused solely on Jordan.

xxxxxxxxxxx

As the night comes to an end, Farleigh and Jordan are in a taxi back to Jordan’s apartment. They share shy smiles as they bask in the quiet but comfortable ambiance of the taxi. Jordan leans her head on Farleigh’s shoulder, feeling the warmth of his presence beside her. Farleigh pulls her closer to his side as they share a comfortable silence, content in each other's company.

The taxi arrives at Jordan’s apartment. Jordan and Farleigh step out of the cab and walk up the steps to her apartment. They reach Jordan’s apartment door and stand in silence. Jordan speaks first, “I had a lot of fun tonight, Farleigh.”

Fareligh smiles warmly, “I’m glad I was able to make your night fun. I had a great time,” he pauses a moment before continuing, “Thanks for being my date.”

Jordan returns his smile, “Of course, Farleigh. Anytime.” She wraps her arms around his neck and hugs him, “I’ll see you tomorrow. 8am?”

“Yeah, 8 am,” Farleigh confirms before turning to walk down the stairs. Jordan stands partially in her apartment before yelling, “You better be up on time!”

Farleigh laughs before turning around, “I’ll set three alarms, just to be sure!” Jordan laughs before closing her door. As she leans against the door, she can’t help but smile. Can’t wait.

#farleigh imagine #farleigh x reader #felix catton #oliver quick #saltburn imagine #venetia catton #farleigh start #farleigh start x reader #saltburn

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roseworth · 1 year

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"At least I kept my promise."

holy prompts batman!

Big brothers, Jason decided, are not all they’re cracked up to be.

Dick had promised he was going to patrol with him tonight, and yet, there was no sign of Nightwing. Just Robin alone on the roof.

He sat on top of Wayne Enterprises, pulling his cape tighter around himself. The nights got cold when you weren’t moving, and his costume wasn’t exactly great with warmth.

He looked across the city at the Clocktower, checking the time for the hundredth time. Dick said he would meet him there at 11. It was nearly 11:15 now.

Jason huffed and kicked a pebble off the roof. He would wait a little longer, but that’s it. 5 more minutes. Or 10. Or maybe ‘til the end of the hour, just in case he decides to show up.

Jason had been so excited when Dick said that he would be in Gotham and would come patrol with him. Jason even made him pinky swear that he would come. It was a little childish, sure, but he wanted to make sure Dick would keep his word.

No wonder he didn’t want to come. Dick had all the Titans, and Jason was just some inexperienced kid that wouldn’t be able to keep up with him. Jason frowned to himself and crossed his arms. Fuck you, Dick. I can keep up with Batman, I could totally keep up with you.

Dick had probably set up a bunch of cameras to watch him wait and laugh at him for believing he would come, or something. What an asshole. He could just imagine Dick’s stupid smirk when he found out Jason fell for it.

He tugged on the ends of his cape and looked at the time again. 11:17. Dick should be here any minute now.

Any minute.

He looked up at the sky. From up here, he could see three stars if he squinted. Dick told him that one of these days, he would bring Jason somewhere outside of Gotham where they could actually see the stars.

That was probably a lie, too.

Bruce had given him permission to patrol with Nightwing tonight, so he was going to ask how it went after Jason got back home, and Jason would have to tell him that Dick never showed. Then that would lead to a fight between the two of them, and he was really sick of the fighting. He wondered if he should just lie to Bruce and tell him it went great.

The clock hit 11:20, and he made no effort to leave. Just a little longer and Dick would come. He promised he would.

He rested his head on his knees and sighed, looking up to count the stars again.

Any minute now.

He heard a grapple behind him, and he shot to his feet and turned around. Dick was standing in front of him, smiling apologetically. “Hey, Little Wing,” he greeted. “Sorry I’m late.”

“You look like shit,” Jason said.

It wasn’t a lie. His skin was pale, his hair looked disheveled, and Jason could see the bags under his eyes even with the domino mask. Not to mention the way that he was standing looked like he would be knocked over by a heavy gust of wind. So, yeah, overall, he did look like shit.

“I know,” Dick sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I was fighting Deathstroke with the Titans last night, and–” he cut himself off then shot Jason a concerned glance. “Do you know Deathstroke?”

“No.”

“Good. I need you to stay far, far away from him for the rest of your life, okay?”

“Um… okay.”

“Anyways, he kinda got the upper hand on me last night,” Dick said. “But I’m alright, and I wanted to come here.”

Jason narrowed his eyes. “You’re supposed to be resting, aren’t you.”

“Maybe,” Dick answered. “But some things are more important than bed rest.”

“You’re so stupid,” Jason groaned. “You’re gonna get hurt just because you wanted to patrol despite obviously being injured.”

“At least I kept my promise,” he pointed out proudly. “I said I’d be here, and I’m here, right?”

“You could’ve just texted earlier and said you couldn’t come, dumbass.”

“I didn’t want you to worry about me.”

“I’m worried now,” Jason countered, folding his arms and glaring up at him. “You’re on top of the tallest building in the city and you look like you’re about to pass out.”

“I’m not gonna pass out, I’m fine.”

Jason scoffed. “You’re real stupid, you know that?”

“Hey!”

“I’m serious, you’ve been doing this for, like, 10 years, and I’ve been doing it for one and I know that you shouldn’t be going on patrol when you’re seconds from death.”

“I am not seconds from death,” Dick said defensively. “Trust me, it’s not as bad as it looks.”

“You’re gonna get even more hurt if you try to do anything,” Jason said with an eye roll. “Come back home, and Alfred and I can staple you to a bed or something to make sure you don’t do any more stupid shit.”

Dick paused, then looked away. “I don’t know, Jay, I don’t think I should be back,” he mumbled. “It’s fine, honest. I promise I won’t patrol, but I can just go back to Titans Tower instead, it’s really okay. We can try again another night, yeah?”

Jason’s shoulders slumped. He mustered up the biggest puppy-dog eyes he could, the same expression he used to get Bruce to buy him a Playstation last week. “But Dick,” he said, pouting for emphasis. “You promised you would hang out with me tonight.”

Dick held on for about 5 seconds because closing his eyes and sighing. “Damnit, kid,” Dick breathed. “You’re good at that.”

“So you’ll come?”

“Fine,” he said with a smile, wrapping an arm around Jason’s shoulder. “Just never use that look on me again, okay?”

“No way, man,” Jason replied. “If it worked that well this time, who knows what else I can use it for?”

“You little shit,” Dick laughed, ruffling his hair. “You better not start using that power for evil, Little Wing, I don’t think we could handle you as a supervillain.”

“Careful, Dickie, I’d be the coolest supervillain ever. You better be nice to me now before I decide to change sides,” Jason snickered.

“Alright, Mr. Supervillain, do you want a piggyback ride home?”

Jason gave him a skeptical look. “Okay, but if you pass out on the way and drop me, you owe me a million dollars.”

“Deal.”

#i havent written ANY robin jason for these prompts yet and thats a Crime #so here u go. brothers <3 <3 <3 #jason todd #dick grayson #robin!jason #dc #fanfic #my writing

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Stuck With Me: Peter Parker x OC

Cute Peter Parker slow burn, less spiderman action more just good ol awkward Parker.

Peter has been in a bad mood all month, but with soon to be divorced parents, trying to figure out what's wrong with him is the last thing Lani needs. Thankfully summer break is here. Lani, Ned, Peter, and MJ set off on the summer vacation road trip to California. Drama ensues

🕸️Chapter 2🕸️

Chapter 1

Master list

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He left me on read. He never does that, like ever. My thoughts begin to wander to attempt to make evenly winged eyeliner.

So much for keeping it positive.

Intrusive thoughts pile up in my mind. I'm not dumb enough to really believe that Peter now hates the mere thought of me; but the little "read" under my text makes me anxious all the same.

I being wracking my brain. Thinking of everything I have said to him in the past weeks. I mean maybe I said something to make him upset or did something and just not realize it. But honestly, it only makes me smile as I recall the jokes we cracked and fun we all have had. Nothing bad is really coming to mind.

My screen is still void of any text notifications.

I check my refection in the mirror, smiling. I usually try to stay positive when it comes to my appearance. And I definitely can't complain of how my butt looks my black maxi skirt. I adjusted my white crop top, making sure the tiny cross stitched spider was visible. After a quick click of my off brand Dock Martins I decided humidity was a virtue and mirror time was over.

It was already 5:15, I didn't feel quiet ready but Ned would be waiting.

~15 minutes later~

"GET IN LOSER WE ARE GOING SHOPPING!" I yell as Ned walks down the apartment stairs.

He gets in the car "Hey."

"Hey." My smile drops and I hope it's subtle. The tone of his voice worried me. Silence between us is uncommon. I squirm a bit in my seat.

Seeing as he isn't going to make conversation, I speak up.

"Did you get the texts from me and Michelle?" I say.

"Yeah, I have no idea what's wrong with him. Maybe we will figure out tonight" he says quickly, shrugs and looks out the window. Silence fills the car again.

I know you can't sound like anything over text, but Ned sounded a lot peppier when we were messaging. What was going on with my friends?

"We should go see a movie after." I make a lame attempt to kindle a conversation.

Ned seems to perk up a bit at this.

"Yes! The Joker is out!"

I laugh at this, I'd never been much for DC superhero comics. Especially when they are made up. It didn't really make a lot of sense why someone would make up a superhero and a supervillain when there are plenty to choose from that are real. Movie production companies have tried to profit off of rising superhero stars. The movies are never as good as the up close and real action.

I shrug "I'll see whatever you want bubby."

He winces at 'bubby' and goes back to looking out the window.

I feel my face getting hot. Ok mental note, after being called bubby for 3 years Ned now doesn't like it.

WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON WITH MY FRIENDS! Blasts in my mind. My only hope now was that Michelle was normal.

___

To my relief she was. We got to the diner at 6:04, Michelle sitting down at our usual table in the back. We try to sit in the back as to not disturb other customers. Our laughs are usually boisterous and frequent not to mention the cheeky jokes. And all being on the decathlon team, heated arguments or "debates" on some old dudes theories or such tend to heated. But we are high tipping customers so we don't worry about it too much.

"Hey guys surprised to see you have made it here alive." She jokes.

"I don't know where you got that I was a bad driver!" I motion for Ned to take a seat before I slide in next to him.

"Oh I think you know." She winks.

"what?" I look at her, perplexed before she shakes her head.

"Speak of the devil" she said just as Peter walks through the door.

The little bell at the top of the door gives a joyful ring. Peter flinches but his body quickly moved back into its slightly hunched position with a frown on his face. Oh great.

"Hey Peter!" I say as he sits down next to Michelle.

He looks into my eyes and gives a slight smile. But says nothing.

A waiter soon comes around with menus "Can I get you started off with anything to drink?"

"I will have a coke." Michelle starts.

"Same." Peter mumbles.

"Sprite." Says Ned cheerfully.

"Tea for me please and thank you." I say brightly, I had to stay positive. I am with my friends to get away from negativity, not have more of it.

Once the waiter left we all began talking. Peter slowly starts engaging more, and it seems to feel right again. Something about him is definitely off; though that does make me very worried about him, I know now was not the time to ask. I will just do my best to cheer my moody friend up.

I smile, mentally stepping back from the conversation, contentment filled my heart. There is nowhere I would rather be and no group of people I would rather be with. I mean they are the only friends I have...

Good Eats has become a favorite of ours. We started eating here for dinner or after school almost every weekend, for about 3 years now. It was cheap for the quality of simple yet delicious diner food. But it's usually pretty quiet in the evenings— (we learned the hard way to avoid it during the mornings where the line is out the door.) —a steady stream of customers usually taking things to-go. Which I don't get, a big part of this place being great is the aesthetic. It reminds me of a 70s diner and most likely opened then. Yellow booths, a jute box always playing great oldies music, kinda ugly wallpaper, and warm lighting. And the store owner is a really nice guy. He usually brings his grandkids. It's always funny when you get rung up by a 10-year-old or have your water refilled by a 7-year-old. Since we have been coming for so long so often, the owner has a special discount for us "I've got to treat my best customers right!" he always says I'm pretty sure it's just a %10 student discount. We usually tip as much much as we can.

I snapped back into reality when I heard my name. I didn't really know who it came from.

"What?" I said shacking my head out of the clouds.

"We were asking about the van. Summer break is almost here, when is Caroline gonna be ready?" Ned asks

"Oh right, I would say just in time for school to let out." I say.

We have been planning our summer break since school started this year. It will be our last summer vacation ever, so it had to be epic. I always get excited butterflies from it, but it is usually mixed with dread too. Dread because I know when I get home my parents will be officially divorced. Not that I haven't known this was coming or that it needs to happen. It definitely does, I have a cup bruise on the side of my head to prove it.

No, nope stop! I feel my eyes watering. Internally I let out a big sigh. This summer vacation has to be perfect. I don't know what I will do if it's not.

"Alright let's go over the plans one last time," Peter says.

I smile reaching into my purse, and pull out a small, light pink, piece of paper. 1-10 lists of things we need to do while we are in California. We had decided a beach trip is definitely what we need.

I clear my throat and begin to read.

1. start off at Stark Tower to go over things with Tony such as Hotels, food reservations, and tickets

Did I mention all of this was Peter's early birthday gift from TS himself. We are all pretty jazzed. And by that I mean we about shit our pants when Peter told us.

2. head out across the country stopping at the finest Tony Stark hotels (hotels with penthouse suites that Tony has frequent so much he just straight up bought the hotels.)

3 get to LA and check out our crib

4. beach

5. Disney Land

6. More beach

7. eat at a super fancy restaurant

8. ruins of Mr. Stark's Malibu mansion

9. Santa Monica Pier

10. hike to the Hollywood sign

It was a packed summer for sure, but it had to be the best, it just had to be. My last slice of happiness before I move away with my mom, before I move from Queens to which ever relative my mom decides to move close to. Away from all of my friends, who are more of a family then my real ones. Who have gotten me through so much, stuck by my side through it all. And even feeling upset makes me feel like I'm a monster. I want to support my mom, but I don't want this! I don't want to be away from them. Away...I hate that word.

"You ok La?" Ned asks his hand rests on my back, lightly rubbing it.

My cheeks grow warm with embarrassment- I was crying. And of course Ned's kind questioning made more tears flow. I quickly wipe my eyes with my sleeve, and give a quick fake smile to my friends. They look concerned, except Peter. He looks almost angry, this made me cry more. Amazing.

"Yeah I'm fine. I-uh-i yawned." I stammer, I yawned wtf, who would believe that?!

"What the hell Lani?! No one's yawns make them cry that much." Michelle said, her voice rose she was almost laughing at the dumb lie that came out of my mouth. But I knew she was just concerned.

Ned quickly drops his hand from my back, my head instinctively turning towards him. He's looking at Peter.

"I'm fine I, I-just." I paused. I had told them about my parents getting a divorce, but not much. More importantly, I hadn't told them I was moving, and I wasn't planning on it till the trip is over. If they knew it would just ruin the whole trip for me. Not to mention I was so scared to even say it out loud, it would just make it seem more real. I tried my hardest to not think about it ever. Yea I know it's is unhealthy, but it's how I'm coping now. Might as well let future Lani deal with it.

"It's just my parents divorce, it's getting close to the last of all the court stuff. I just, can't stop thinking about it." My face continued the hot embarrassed sensation. I felt my under arms tingle and I could feel their eyes in me. My eyes stayed glued on my hands like my left depended on it.

There was a small pause. Oh gosh this is embarrassing.

"Lani, no madder what, you will always have us. We love you." Michelle finally said. Her tender words caught me off guard.

I looked back at her, giving a genuine smile "Thanks, that means a lot."

But the little voice in the back of my mind kept screaming Except they won't always be there for you.

"Are you guys ready to order?" We all jumped a bit as the waiter had finally returned to serve us. She placed each of our drinks in front of us.

After we ordered I had asked if we could just forget I said anything, what I needed was a fun night with my friends. They all agreed and once Ned had brought up The Joker, a new conversation sprung. I was just happy to not discuss anything family related.

___

Once we had all gotten and eaten our food, we decided to head to the movie theater to watch The Joker.

"Ok how about Peter pays for drink, Ned pays for Popcorn, and Lani pays for the tickets?" Michelle suggests as we walk into the theater.

"Um, that's convenient, seeing as you pay for nothing." Said Peter, slightly annoyed "and we should all pay for our own tickets, they are too expensive for Lani to pay for alone."

Michelle give a little snicker before we all decide it was every man for himself/herself.

I walk up to the counter, and smile brightly at the young man at the register. "Four tickets for The Joker, please and thank you."

"Sorry The Joker is sold out." He replies in a monotone voice.

"What?!" Ned exclaimed "but- I just checked online like 5 hours ago."

"Sorry The Joker is sold out" he repeats in the same voice. I don't blame him, he has probably had to say this so many people tonight.

"Hey, guys it's fine we can just pick another movie!" I say trying to lift their spirits.

"It 2 is out." Michelle offers.

Oh no

"Yeah I'm down" says Ned.

Oh no

"Yeah me too" says Peter.

Shit

Three pairs of eyes look at me. I give a sheepish smile. I get scared very easily, they know this, but I'm willing to take one for the team... even if it means I won't sleep for a few da-weeks. "Yes, let's go see It 2" I say in a fake enthusiastic tone.

I turn back to the man at the register "um, four for... It 2 please."

___

The theater is completely empty, which makes it about 1099999373783298xs more scary. It's a pretty popular movie so the rows of seats absent of people makes it feel like the twilight zone. We look around, deciding to sit in the far back.

I see Peter hanging back, walking slowly behind us. Strategically, I begin to slow my pace; slipping behind MJ to sit beside Peter. If there is anything that will distract me from the killer clown, it's Peter. We enter the row and settled in. And Peter grabs my hand.

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ladykailitha · 1 year

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Oh For a Muse of Fire! Part 12

Thank you so much for the love this story has been getting. I love every comment and tag. You guys are the best!!

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“They want us to record a demo?” Jeff asked for the hundredth time since the agent had talked to them.

They were in the garage they used for practice the next day. They still were on the high of suddenly having an agent. Something that they certainly wouldn’t have had without The Queen’s Crown.

“Holy shit!” Gareth said, his voice high from the excitement. “They want us to record a demo.”

“Hell yeah, they do!” Eddie said clapping a poor stunned Brian on the shoulder.

They sat in stunned silence for a couple of minutes.

“This doesn’t mean we’ve made it,” Brian said softly, barely above a whisper.

“No,” Eddie agreed. “But making a demo to shop around to all the labels is a hell of lot closer than we were two weeks ago.”

Gareth let out a shuddering breath. “I thought that song would do it for us, you know. That it would put us on the map.”

“Hey,” Jeff said. “It still might. We just have to knock the recording out of the ballpark too.”

“Think of it as a campaign,” Eddie suggested. “You found the magical item, now you just got to get to the final boss. There’ll be other adventures along the way, but we’ll get there.”

They all nodded.

Steve was set to start his painting. Eddie was strewn out on a bed of red satin, his hair a halo around his head, his body beautifully stretched. Steve yearned.

He yearned to press his lips on the indent of Eddie’s collar bone. To taste the line where hip met leg. To run his fingers through those dark locks. To bring a flush to those pale cheeks.

Steve bit down on his lip. He couldn’t fuck this up. Not like what he did last year. He had to paint the whole thing. His face, his thighs, his cock. Steve couldn’t cover anything up or place anything in the frame that cover any part of Eddie.

Everything else? Was completely up to interpretation. He could Lucifer fallen from heaven (if you wanted to torture yourself with painting wings). He could be fair Lysander asleep from Puck’s flower. He could be from any myth, legend or story.

Steve had chosen Eros asleep when Psyche comes to him the first time. Because if there was anyone who fit the god of desire and love, it was Eddie.

He got to work on sketching Eddie’s outline. Choosing the scene carefully. And then when he was home he would work on painting the bed, using an old catalogue as reference for the four poster bed he wanted.

Every time Joyce walked by when he was painting Eddie, she would nod her approval and walk on.

“Fuck, Chrissy!” Eddie cried, burying his face into the throw pillows on her sofa. “The way he looks at me makes it very hard not to get aroused. And I cannot get aroused. I’ve tried thinking of horror movies, cataloguing my band t-shirts in order of when I got them, or even Jeff in a tutu!”

She patted his head gently. “Is this beer, ice cream, or Chinese food freak out?”

Eddie raised his head thoughtfully. “Chinese food.”

Chrissy nodded and went to go make their order. She squeezed onto the sofa between his head and the armrest. She began threading her fingers gently through his hair.

“Do you think he’s doing it on purpose? Like to fuck with you?” she asked softly. “Or you think he has the hots for you so bad it’s leaking out all over the place?”

Eddie slowly sat up next to her and put his head on her shoulder. “I want to believe it’s the latter. But we really haven’t done much except grab the occasional coffee. We text and call all the time, but I don’t know what means.”

“Have you told him you’ve had a crush on him for awhile?” Chrissy asked. Her and Pearl spent most of their shifts together complaining about how their best friends were morons that kept making googly eyes at each other.

“No...” Eddie said with a sigh, dragging his hands over face. “Because of the nude thing.”

“What’s up with the nude thing that prevents you from going after what you want?” She shifted on the sofa to prop her head up on her fist, her elbow on the back of the sofa.

“It’s already hard enough keeping everything down,” he gestured vaguely below his waist, “but add actually knowing what he tastes like, knowing what his skin feels like under my hands, my lips, my tongue? It would take all of two fucking seconds of him looking at me with those bedroom eyes and I’d be harder than that god damn concrete floor.”

Chrissy giggled. “Yeah, I could see how that would be a problem. That’s the best part about being a woman, when we get aroused, it’s a lot harder to tell.”

Eddie scoffed. “Which also makes it the worst part about being a woman because then it means the other person is fucking clueless.”

“Mostly guys,” she agreed.

“Are you glad you’re a lesbian?” he teased, going into tickle her sides.

She squealed with laughter and batted him aside. “Knock that off.”

Just then the doorbell rang. “That’s our food. Saved by the bell.”

Chrissy hopped up to get the food and paid. She set their food on the coffee table and began going through the boxes.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Eddie said. “I could have at least covered the tip.”

Chrissy laughed. “Babe, you’re working part time as model and getting paid by the gig. Save your money. I get paid $15 an hour plus tips. Believe me when I say, I’ve got this.”

He kissed her cheek. “I’m glad the Queen’s Crown is working out for you, sweetie. You seem so much happier since you’ve started working there.”

“Yeah,” she agreed. “And Diamond is thinking of hiring a third bartender things are going so well. It used to be that they only needed the one on week days and two on Fridays and Saturdays, which is when Diamond would step in and help. But with how well Garnet and I get on, we have more people coming in on the week days and we’re getting better tips, too. So Diamond wants to bring in a third so that Garnet leaves we’ll still have two at the bar.”

“Wow,” Eddie said. “I’ve been stuck in the same place for so long...” he spread out his hands, “I forgot what freedom was. We’ve been in the studio recording the last couple of weeks working on our demo to be shopped around.” He sighed heavily. “I’ve writing every moment I can. Hell, most of my best lyrics come from me just lying there for three hours. Well...the ones that don’t have Steve in them, anyway.”

Chrissy laughed. “Oh, I’m sure the lyrics that come from those classes are way to risque for radio.”

Eddie blushed and shoved hair in front of his face. “Shit, Chris. I don’t know.”

She ate her food thoughtfully watching Eddie push his food around. She nudged his shoulder with hers. “So what’s the real problem?” He looked up at her confusion. “I know you. There is something else that’s bothering you, love. You’re wound up so tight.”

Eddie shrugged. “I don’t know.” He set his food down and clasped his hands together, looking down at his feet.

She bumped him again. “You just talked about the freedom to write music, to get the chance to really do something with your life. But I don’t see it in your features, babe.”

“What happens to Steve if I do get a record deal and have to start touring?” he muttered mournfully. “What happens if we’re more than friends when we leave? I just feel torn apart. Having to chose between the life I’ve always dreamed, and my man of my dreams. I don’t know if I would chose touring with the guys if it came down it.” He threw his arms around her. “I would chose Steve every time and that scares me.”

“Oh.” She set her own food on the floor and wrapped her arms him. “Oh, sweetie. That’s why you have to talk to him. Because it sounds to me like those questions have answers only he can give.”

Eddie let out a sob. “What if the answer is that he doesn’t want to try because he doesn’t want to be left behind?”

She kissed the top of his head. “How would you be leaving him behind? Just because he stays in one place while you tour, doesn’t mean you’ve left him behind. It just means you’ve given yourself a home to come back to.”

Eddie looked up at her in awe. “Oh.” He snuggled in close. “You’re the best friend an idiot could ask for.”

She poked his side until he squirmed. “You’re not an idiot, Eddie. Anymore than you were an asshole about Steve. You can only work with the knowledge you have. And yeah, maybe some of your choices were pretty fucked up, you were able to move past it and become friends.”

Eddie let out a shuddering breath. And then another. “I love you, Chrissy.”

“I know, sweetie,” Chrissy murmured, kissing the top of his head.

“You wanted to know who Garnet is,” Jonathan snapped. “So that’s why we’re here.”

Nancy sighed. “Doesn’t this go against the bar’s rules or whatever?”

Jonathan threw his arms in the air. “I don’t care at this point. They all know who I am and I know who they are. Because shit happens outside of work sometimes and it gets revealed.”

Nancy rolled her eyes. “I’ll just go to the bar tonight like Onyx suggested.”

Jonathan furrowed his brow. “No. Absolutely not. Because if you do, you’ll get upset and if you get upset, you’ll make a scene and if you make a scene Diamond will ban you.”

It was Nancy’s turn to throw her arms in the air. “Can’t you just tell me who it is?”

“Because you wouldn’t believe him,” a warm, gentle voice said behind her.

She whirled around and gasped. “Steve!”

Steve smiled sadly. “Hey, Nance.”

She looked back and forth between Jonathan and Steve in shock. “He’s Garnet?”

Both men nodded.

“Pure coincidence,” Jonathan said. “I had been working at the bar for a year when we needed a new bartender. Steve came in with Robin and they were both hired.”

Nancy’s eyebrows shot up. “Robin works there too?”

“Yup!” Steve said with a smile. The smile slowly slid from his face. “Look. I know me turning out to be gay was hard on you. Especially with how it all came out. But just remember, I didn’t come out because I wanted to, it was because I forced to.”

Nancy buried her head in her hands, she looked up at him, anger sparking in her eyes. “If you hadn’t tried to be a hero...”

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t just hear you say that it would have been better for a girl to be raped and not realize I’m gay over what I did,” Steve snarled.

She opened her mouth to refute him but no sound would come out.

“I’m sorry it ruined your life, Nancy,” Steve said. “But it wasn’t just your life that was ruined. Do you know long it took for me me to walk down the street without people whispering behind their fingers? How long it took to be able to look at myself in the mirror because of the scars around my neck? I’m sorry I’m the reason you can’t trust Jonathan, but fucking hell Nancy, you aren’t as big as the victim you are making yourself out to be.”

Jonathan touched her elbow. “I didn’t know you felt this way. You need to talk to someone, Nance. That was some pretty messed up shit I just heard.”

Her lip began to quiver. “I didn’t mean that. I swear I didn’t. Because you’re right, that was so mess up.” She let out a shuddering breath. “The newspaper has someone...I’ll give him a call.”

Steve reached out and held open his arms to her. Nancy wavered a moment, looking to Jonathan. He nodded and she ran for Steve’s arms. He wrapped her up in a fierce hug.

“I’m sorry, Steve,” she whispered. “I’ve just been so angry for so long.”

He kissed the top of her head. “You’ve got a good boyfriend there, Nance. Take advantage of that, okay?”

Nancy nodded. “Okay.”

He gave her a brief squeeze and let her go. “I’ve got to get to class. But you take care of yourself, you hear?”

She smiled and let Jonathan lead her away.

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Lemon Lullabies

A Soft Frankie Catfish Morales Fic

I have wanted to write for Frankie for a little while. & then inspiration struck & I have had a bit of an emotional time writing this. I don’t like hyping my own writing but I adore this & it almost broke me. Yea it’s been a hard tough week, & this is the outcome

Word Count 1.6k

Synopsis: Frankie volunteers to look after the baby one night for the feed when your in a mood with him. This night end up healing the gap between you.

Warnings: this is all fluff, but I do advise not to read if you are a minor. It’s Frankie so drugs & alcohol & ptsd are mentioned. It’s just generally soft & a little heart breaking. Pining arguments & upset, feeling alone & worried.

Thank you for the read. All feedback is welcome peoples.

3am is when he is startled, the monitor echoing a small cry’s coming from the nursery. His little girl, all in lemon tonight, obviously needs feeding or changing or both. He is a light sleeper if he ever sleep. PTSD & all the years of drug abuse to try & cope are what means he doesn’t sleep well at all.

He’s just broken his promise to you, one more mission, for Pope & the boys. It’s the last one & you screamed at him when he told you. It’s been 3 days since he told you. You want to get over it, but you know this just means he will be flying without a licences & could lose his wings forever, it’s bad enough he’s just being investigated at the moment. His charm can only get him so far even with you. You’ve been civil to him but he can still tell your upset at him. Despite dreading him leaving, you actually want him to go, so then you can forgive him when he comes triumphantly home & help make a sibling with you for your little girl.

Frankie sees you move as the noises reaches your ear. He shhhhs you & whispers “I’m already awake baby I’ll do it, go back to your pleasant dreams•” a small kiss he plants on your shoulder & he gets up & tentatively leaves the room & heads to the nursery. There she is whining, you little lemon angle in her yellow baby grow. He turns on the light & picks her up rocking her gently. “Shhhh my love, daddy is here, I’m here” he sniffs his daughter & she’s not used her nappy, nothing is wet or heavy so she’s hungry. He warms the milk for her while he rocks her but he turns off the baby monitor, you hear the click in your room so you completely fall back into your slumber.

He tests the warmth of the milk & sits in the rocker watching his princess suck on the bottle, eyes now wide & huge much like Frankie’s looking back at him. He knew the second he held her he would do anything in the world to provide for her, this job should set you all up for life. He hummus to her & keeps his eyes on his most precious cargo he will ever have to look after. He rubs her back as he rocks once she’s drank the bottle dry, her little burps & gargles are music to his ear. Such beautiful noises. They warm his heart. He’s going to miss these noises in the few days he’s away but it will be worth it.

“There you go my beautiful” he says as he wraps her up back in the crib, “I love you my little lady more than you will ever know” he coos & she nuzzles into sleep. Frankie watches her & then slides in the little catfish toy he got her so she would always have something like daddy, the whiskers are made for teething eventually. He waits a few more minutes before leaving while turning the baby monitor back on. Slowly dimming the lights & creeping back out of her room into your bedroom. You’re completely asleep with no idea Frankie is back in bed, but he watches how you hold the pillow, it’s the exact same way your daughter gripped onto the toy. She’s gets that from her mummy. He’s always been in love with you & looking at you being peaceful in a world of dreams just confirms it.

He said he’d be 5 days on this trip, it’s now day 7. No text or email or call since he said he’s arrived, what had gone wrong, what was happening. You’re in the kitchen when your iPad pings. You leave your baby in her bouncer & lean over it. It’s a voice note from Frankie which is a delayed delivery from 10 days ago. Your heart stops. What has he sent you. You click play & hear his voice which says the following very calmly.

Hey ladybug (his pet name for you as he first saw you in a red & black spotty dress). I know you are upset with me for leaving in a few days time & I would be lying to say I’m petrified, but it’s not of the job, it’s because you & our little lemon here (clearly recorded on the night he went to feed her & let you sleep) won’t be within touching distance. You’re both the reason I’m sober, & happy, & feeling mentally good. Isn’t that right my Princess? (you can here her sucking on the bottle in the back ground) so I’m recording this now to send you when I’m on my way home, but I also want to send you something else. I love you both so much, ooh hang on I need to… & the voice note ends.

Frankie is on his way home. You sigh & look at your girl who’s oblivious to the world. “Daddys coming home, he will be here soon ekk” but then your iPad pings again. Another voice note message, delayed delivery again, titled things haven’t works out. You almost drop your iPad in panic. You click on the icon & it has a written message before it.

*Lady Bug if you get this I’ve not had signal in days & it’s likely something’s gone wrong, I hope it hasn’t but this is something for our little princess to hear as she gets older if I can’t look after her anymore*

Tears fill your eyes, there’s a huge possibility that Frankie is captured, hurt or… but no you dare not think about the worse option. You open the attachment called Lemons Lullaby by Daddy Catfish. You take a deep breath & hit play. It’s Frankie singing as he rocks & burps your little girl.

🎶Sweet baby Lemon don’t you cry

Catfishes fly high up in the sky

Sprinkling star dusts for you to keep

I’m going to sooth you right to sleep

You’re loved you’re adored & so much more

Even if mummy hates to hear you snore

My lady bug my dream

& every bit of a mummy she could be

I love her so I will not lie

I always hate having to say goodbye

So she will look after you & keep you close

You’re my clan my family who I truly love the most🎶

Frankie then sighs

I’m sorry I broke my promise, you’re the best wife, I don’t deserve you & I love you.

& the recording ends

You’re crying in the kitchen. You hit repeat & repeat & repeat. Hearing Frankie sing a made up lullaby for his little girl & you, has broken your heart. Your daughter even can recognise daddy tone & starts to babble. You save & email it to multiple email addresses & links & download it. You don’t ever not want to hear that lullaby, the idea of losing it hurts. Then it hits you that Frankie has only sent delayed messages that he recorded that night. He may not be coming home at all. It could be you & your lemon without a Frankie to help you. As much as he breaks his promises & drives you insane, he’s still your husband & you adore him. You stand there leaning on the kitchen counter crying for the rest of the afternoon not moving at all.

3am the baby monitor goes off & you in an exhausted emotional state go to your little girl. You’ve put her back in the lemon tonight, as your own comfort. You breast feed her & then start to rock her in the chair. You start to hum the rhythm of Frankie’s lullaby to her, soothing her. As she burps & your whisper good girl good girl to her, the words “Youre my clan my family, who I truly love the most” are said out loud. You turn your head & see Frankie standing in the door way.

A single tear falls down your face & a soft smile crosses your lips. His eyes are huge, his hair a mess from being under that hat, he’s even had a shave. But he’s still your Frankie. You wrap your daughter up in bed & Frankie leans in to stroke her face & hands her the catfish. Your hands brush against each other as they leave the crib & your eyes meet “I’m sorry” Frankie says & he pulls you close into him. “I’m never leaving you again, you are my home” you snuggle into his chest as you cry into him, feeling safe in his large arms. “I’m sorry to Frankie, I shouldn’t have let you leave when I was angry at you, I’m never going to be angry at you again my Catfish” Frankie lifts your chin “my lady bug you are my world” & he lowers his head to yours & kisses you delicately. Sweet & soft most unlike Frankie usually. You both look at your little lemon once more & head to your bedroom. Frankie gets in wearing his boxers & just keeps you close in an embrace. “I will explain everything in the morning properly, I’m sure you will understand baby” “you are here Frankie, that’s all that matters, promise me you’re here & we’re safe, that’s all I ever want my love” you yawn & fall asleep in his arms. “I’m never going anywhere” & then he sings “I always hate having to say goodbye” & he falls into blissful sleep, safe at home with his family.

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