#-- want to have to move any stuff to clear a path to the door to get this table outside. There's not enough maneuvering room to move --

[warping-realities]

Parental Pressure 

Eddie watched the personal trainer's video for the thousandth time as he was getting closer to the little gym for his first class. He had snuck out of his house super early and quietly because he knew Nick, his old man, wouldn’t approve of his son wasting time on this kinda stuff. He became a single father really young, back in high school, and now, at 35, he did everything he could to make sure his kid didn’t follow the same path. Becoming a doctor was Nicholas Rousseau’s biggest dream, but early fatherhood messed up his chance to hit the books at college. Not that he blamed Eddie for it; on the contrary, they usually had a solid relationship, except when Eddie strayed from the plans his dad laid out for his future. If Nick couldn’t get into med school, Eddie sure as hell would, whether he liked it or not. And now, with less than a month before college kicked off, Eddie was having doubts about the path laid out for him. So, in a rebellious move, after getting an invite to check out Rocco “Rocky” Mancini's gym, an Italian bodybuilder who moved to the States, now retired and not exactly a big name in the game, who a few years back started hustling as a personal trainer and, according to the promo video on Eddie's Instagram, was looking for young men to boost his portfolio. It looked like that gig wasn’t going great either. The first person to sign up would get a month of free daily training. Perfect for Eddie; after all, a month of training with an expert before college would make things way easier when he had to hit the gym away from his overprotective dad’s watchful eye. Surprisingly he was the first one to sign up! And so, the young  skinny man, with light brown hair found himself stepping into the dimly lit gym at 6 AM.

As he stood frozen at the door, anxiety washing over him, a monstrous figure approached, strutting with swagger, muscles bulging looking like they might burst from the thin layer of skin wrapping them. With a fuller beard and looking at least five years older than in the video Eddie had seen over and over, the guy oozed confidence and a certain arrogance. But those weren’t the only things he was giving off, as it became clear to Eddie when the dude came up to him with a sweaty hand extended to shake, a distinct animal musk dominating his senses.

“You must be Eddie! Nice to meet ya, kid; I’m Rocco, but you can call me Rocky—everyone does. Welcome to my little temple. So, you ever trained before?”

“Ahn, no... I wanted to, but my dad... no, I’ve never trained.”

“Feeling a little bit of Daddy Issues here? Just kidding, son! Where’s your workout gear?”

“I thought, since it’s the first day... I... didn’t bring any...”

“Damn, son, you weren’t kidding when you said you’ve never trained; you don’t have a clue! But don’t sweat it, we’ll fix that! You can wear the shirt; I’ll get you some shorts.”

“I... don’t wanna be a bother.”

“Son, you came here to train, and train is what you’re gonna do. I don’t know what your pops taught you but it looks like you got a lot to learn from me. First thing, you gotta be more assertive—don’t be scared to say what you think or do what you like.”

Hearing that, Eddie felt something shift inside him; the fear and anxiety that had been eating at him for weeks seemed to fade away. He wanted to be there, and nobody was gonna take that away from him, not even his old man.

After hitting the locker room and putting on the shorts Rocco lent him, which were way too big in the legs but surprisingly just right in the waist, Eddie went back to the main room where the personal trainer was waiting for him.

“We gotta fill those shorts, son!”

“That’s why I’m here, Mr. Mancini.”

“Hell yeah! That’s the spirit but none of this Mr. Mancini nonsense; you either call me Rocky or coach.”

“Yes, sir, coach!”

“That’s right! Now, back to our chat, you said you’ve been training for a while, but how long is a while, son?”

That info was totally wrong; he’d never trained, right? But why did he have fuzzy memories of sneaking out to hit the school gym before class during his senior year? If he hadn’t trained, where did those small but tight muscles come from?

“I’ve been training for almost a year, coach, but I don’t think I’ve seen much result.”

“Two more things to teach you, son: first, we’re never happy with the size we are, and second, even so, you’re never gonna downplay your achievements; you’ve done something that most people can’t even pull off. Be proud of that.”

“I... I’m proud, yeah!” he replied, realizing the coach was speaking the truth. He had a lot of pride in what he accomplished, even though he knew he was still far from where he wanted to be.

“Awesome! Now you’re talking like a real champ. But enough chit-chat, let’s see what you’re made of.” Rocco said before putting Eddie through the most grueling workout he’d ever experienced. His self-taught training hadn’t prepared him for this level of exhaustion. After half an hour of intense agony, they took a break, and Eddie tried to recover before what he knew would be another half hour of torture as Rocco praised him.

“Damn, son, all that fuss you had with your pops to come train with me in your junior year was worth it. You’re huge; another minute and that shirt ain’t gonna hold!”

Still exhausted from the workout, Eddie took a moment to wrap his head around what the trainer had said. A fight with his dad...? And training here for at least three years...? No... it didn’t make sense... but then he saw his own reflection in the gym mirror, and he was... fucking swole! And that... that wasn’t just possible; it was thanks to the time he’d spent caring for his body all this while, even with his dad breathing down his neck.

“Thanks, Coach, but I’m still not anywhere near where I wanna be!”

“Well, if you get closer, this shirt definitely isn’t gonna hold. I’ll grab you one of mine, or you can train shirtless until the other clients show up, son. In the meantime, figure out how to get that thing off, but I doubt it’s coming off without tearing. Maybe you should film a video for your social media; I bet your followers will go wild!”

“Haha, I don’t think that they will care, and I feel kinda uncomfortable putting myself out there. So I’ll take the shirt.” Eddie replied as the coach returned with an enormous shirt in hand and offered it to him.

“Son, there’s no reason to be shy about showing off; you sculpted that body for a reason. Don’t tell me that’s another one of your dad’s ideas? You never cared much about what he thinks, and I’ve known you since you were a little brat, fourteen years old, showing up on opening day to get an autograph!”

Once again, Eddie felt something shift inside him; the cordial relationship he had with his overly protective dad was turning into a conflictual one, with both of them constantly arguing about the expectations they had for Eddie’s future, which drove him to practically live at Rocco’s gym, where he helped with maintenance or took care of the place to keep training without having to pay.

“You’re right, as always, Rocky; it’s just that, I dunno... I think this crowd that needs to post everything they do is kinda empty and vain.”

“Son if you don’t show off your gains, you won’t grow your followers, and so what if it seems kinda empty? What matters is being seen. And nobody builds a body like yours without a bit of vanity. I’ll let you keep training; I’ve got a client in twenty minutes. If you need me for anything, just holler.”

“Rocky, I can train better than a lot of pro bodybuilders, man! You know that!”

“Son there’s a fine line between confidence and arrogance! You can strut around all you want with your followers, but don’t come at me with that!” Rocky shot back, though he couldn’t hide a smile of approval.

As the trainer moved away to organize things for his client, Eddie focused on finishing his remaining exercises. Kicking off his sneakers and heading to the squat rack barefoot, he stacked plate after plate until he formed a sizable pile that would surprise anyone. But the truth was, despite the insane weight, it was relatively easy for Eddie. Next, he hit the leg press and finished with deadlifts using a bar that weighed more than a baby rhino. When he sat down to do his last exercise of the day, calves, a distinct funk emanated from his armpits, but mainly from his giant size 14 bare feet. Looking at himself and feeling pumped, he couldn’t resist pulling out his phone to shoot a TikTok video. He was in the middle of recording when Rocky interrupted him.

“Damn, kid, you reek! No offense, we all have a little man funk; I know how it is, but clients are gonna start showing up, so take a shower and let’s get to work.”

“Damn, coach, sometimes you’re worse than my dad.” The kid replied, stopping the recording.

“I am your father, boy!” The older man shot back with a sinister grin and a predatory look at the younger man before continuing. “And if you really wanna please your fans, be a show-off; don’t hide your assets, son; show off that chest and those abs, but hurry up, ‘cause this place is gonna be packed soon. We’re not the biggest gym in town by luck, Wardo. This young stud pose might please your fans, but the morning ladies prefer when you play the part of the innocent bambino.”

This time, the wave of strangeness hit Eddie so hard that he felt dizzy and nauseous, exacerbated by the potent funk he was putting off. And for the first time since he stepped foot in that gym, he fully realized what was going down as he automatically took off his shirt and walked toward one of the gym mirrors, a gym which seemed to expand with every step he took, turning from a small studio into a gigantic complex. As his skin took on an olive tone and his dark brown hair curled into perfect black curls, while his nose turned aquiline like a Roman emperor from antiquity, Eddie struggled within his own mind while Edoardo Mancini took control. If someone could hear the debate between the two, it would sound something like:

“Dude, I am... no, we are what you’ve always wanted to be! Pops gave you this chance; why not embrace it?”

“’Cause I... I’m going to med school...”

“You never wanted that; we never wanted that; that was Nicholas’s thing, not ours. This is our chance to be whoever we wanna be!”

“No... we are what Rocco made us; we’re just trading one controlling dad for another!”

“Not even close, dude! We chose this path; he didn’t pressure us! We followed him out of admiration, and that boosted both his success and ours; we’re legends in the fitness world!”

“Rocco was a mediocre pro... he’s using us for leverage!”

“And what’s wrong with that? We’re getting something out of it too! And how is that different from Nicholas pressuring you?”

“I... I... don’t know...”

“Dude, if you didn’t want this, I wouldn’t be here. Chill and enjoy; besides, Pops already got what he wanted from us. He’s not gonna pressure us to follow in his footsteps. We can be whatever we want: bodybuilders like him, or fitness models, or even kickstart an acting career; and I’m not even talking about porn, even though this big guy between our legs would be a hit. Just accept it.” Wardo said, stroking the giant cock in his mind and in real life.

“I... I... damn... this feels so... fucking... good!”

“Wardo! Wrap it up, kid, and stop playing with that thing; we got a new client coming.” Rocco scolded his son.

“Damn, Pops, another ruined video!”

“You weren’t gonna post that, kid; you wanna get banned from social media?”

“I was just messing around...”

“Kid... you’ve got five minutes to take a shower and get your ass to the front desk.”

“Okay, Dad! Did you hear that, folks? The great Rocco Mancini has spoken, and the good son obeys! I’ll be back with updates soon.” The young man said before stopping the recording.

“I’ll edit it so nothing racy gets out; don’t worry, Dad!”

“Five minutes and counting!” Rocco replied with fake irritation, but in reality, he was puffed up with pride for his son as he headed for the reception, spotting a man in his mid-thirties, wearing glasses and an outfit that screamed he’d never set foot in a gym in his life.

“Good morning, sir; welcome to Rocky's Gym; I’m Rocky Mancini, the owner and head coach. Are you looking for something?”

“Good morning, I’m Nick Rousseau, and I’m actually looking for my son; his phone tracker showed he was here just a few minutes ago before it suddenly stopped working.”

“Tracker? Isn’t that a bit much? Anyway, how old is he and what’s he like? We haven’t had anyone too young around here today, except for my own kid, but if I can help you out…”

“I... I don’t know...”

“You don’t know? What kinda dad doesn’t know how to describe his own kid?”

“I... I...” Nicholas replied, his voice filled with genuine desperation, which made Rocco feel a bit of sympathy, but not enough to stop him from making the next call.

“Hey, Wardo... Wardo!!! Damn kid never listens! Edoardo Mancini!!!!” Rocky yelled while watching Nicholas slightly tremble at the sound of that name.

“What’s up, Pops? I’ll get ready in a sec.” The handsome young man replied as he prepared to flex the powerful muscles that no kid his age could get without maximum dedication, watched by his dad and the other boy.

“Not that, you insubordinate ragazzo! This guy’s looking for his son; has anyone younger shown up today?”

“Nope!” He replied, giving Nicholas a quick glance over the shades he was wearing just for style before turning around and finally heading to the locker room.

“Sorry about that, teenage boys; you know how they are.” Rocco said, smiling at the other man.

“I... know?”

“Didn’t you come looking for your son?”

“Son?? Son... no... I don’t have kids... do I?” Nicholas replied, looking both confused and desperate.

“Are you feeling alright? I’m no doc, but I can try to help.”

“Doc... doctor? No... no need... I’m a doctor.” Nicholas replied with more confidence.

“Seriously? That’s awesome! Doctors are always good clients; they know how to take care of themselves.”

“Client?”

“You didn’t come here to train? We’re in a gym, after all.”

“Of course... I came... to train. You come highly recommended.”

“Modesty aside, it’s because I’m the best. I normally don’t take new clients, but we could use a doctor to evaluate our clients, so we could do a trade; you wouldn’t happen to be a sports doc, would you?”

“No, I…”

“Awesome! Just what I needed! But I can tell you’re already in shape!” Rocco said, grinning. “Let me show you the gym. Normally, this would be Wardo’s job, but the kid’s been so focused on his influencer career that he’s slacking here... between us, I’d rather he be a bodybuilder like me, but I think a dad should respect his kid’s wishes; don’t you think?” Rocco asked, and without waiting for a reply, he continued. “Don’t you wanna have kids? Are you single or married? Dude, if you’re single, I gotta introduce you to my sister; no disrespect to her, ‘cause my mama raised me right, but between us, she’s a total smoke show...” And so he went on while Nicholas followed, not realizing that with every word spoken, his reality was adjusting to the other man’s desires.

Minutes later, Rocco stepped into the locker room bathroom and watched his son recording another video, already showered but still unable to shake off the musk that surrounded him, maybe because he was still wearing the same shorts from his workout. He admired his boy, feeling proud knowing all this was his hard work paying off.

When the young man finished recording, he turned to him.

“Wardo, finish getting dressed and come out here for a minute; I got a surprise for you.”

….

“Hey guys, Wardo Mancini here, and I’ve got some awesome news! You’re probably tired of seeing my pops in my videos, but today, besides him, I wanna introduce you to someone else.” He said, repositioning the camera in the packed gym.

“This handsome fella next to my dad is my doctor, Nic Russo, and on top of that, he’s my uncle, married to my dad’s sister. And now for the biggest news: he’s about to be a dad, and he asked me to be the godfather of his boy! Just think about the genetics of that kid with a dad like this and an uncle like my pops. My uncle says the kid can be whatever he wants, but we all know the iron bug is in our blood, and as far as his godfather is concerned, Rocky Russo is gonna be a champion bodybuilder!”

[mxqdii]

nott into you - m.s

pairings: nott reader x mattheo riddle

summary: reader's brother is theodore nott and develops feelings for his best friend mattheo

warning(s): drinking, brief makeout drugs.

not proofread

FRIDAY:

my hands tangled in his hair, the smell of his cologne and cigarettes filling my senses, everything just feels right.

it's funny how a week can change everything.

okay! i know this looks really wrong, but i can explain.. let's go back to where this all started, monday.

-1 WEEK PRIOR.-

MONDAY:

i sit in potions, bored as ever at snapes lesson, feeling eyes on me.

i look over seeing mattheo riddle staring, which isn't totally weird, considering we've been friend's since first year, just abnormal.

this time it's different though, like some weird tension in the air, i feel as if red smoke is filling my lungs and calling out mattheo's name.

snapping out of it, i clear my throat and focus my attention onto the horribly boring, lesson

the class ends sooner than later and i take my time to collect my stuff, not noticing mattheo waiting for me.

i head to the door and meet eyes with him

"waiting for me, riddle?" i question and his lips curl upwards

"i might be, walk with me will you?" he asks and i nod, following wherever he's going.

"i noticed you staring" i mumble

"yeah and i noticed you drooling" he says and i scoff

"you think too highly of yourself riddle" i professed

"mmh i'm not so sure about that, have you met your brother?" he adds on and i realize

my brother, shit.

this flirty banter shouldn't even be happening right now, considering if theo saw he would absolutely loose his shit.

"yeah thats theo, uh- anyways i gotta go, nice talking to you riddle!-" i say in a rush, walking the other direction.

TUESDAY:

i hear the door open and look up seeing pansy, i'm currently in the slytherin common room working on some extra homework.

"hey" she says, plopping down next to me

"hey pans whats up?" i ask, putting my books down.

"okay so, i know this is a long shot.. buuuttt, there's a party tomorrow and before you say no just please please think about going!" she says the last part really fast and i laugh

"who's throwing it?" i question and she squints her eyes

"we are..?" she mumbles and my eyes widen

"pansy what!?!" i yell

"okay i know it seems bad, but some first years accidentally heard me saying how slytherin parties are the best and one thing led to another and all of a sudden i had to prove it was true and now everyones expecting a party tomorrow night and i need your help!" she rambles and i sigh

"fine."

later that day, i cross paths with mattheo again.

who cares what my brother thinks or wants for me, it's my life.

"hey mattheo, sorry about yesterday" i say with a smile and he nods

"don't worry about it sweetheart" the name makes my cheeks flush.

we kinda just stand there looking into eachothers eyes for a moment, i'm not sure how it was, but i definitely looked full of lust.

he moves closer to my ear, whispering

"you're drooling again"

i roll my eyes throwing in a, "you wish"

WEDNESDAY:

the party is all set up, and it took HOURS.

me and pansy had to rush right when classes ended to get everything ready

we're supposed to start the party in an hour but before doing that, me and my friendgroup decided to have a little fun

me, pansy, theo, mattheo, draco, enzo and blaise decided to play a friendly game of truth or dare before letting anyone else in.

"y/n" enzo says and i let out a shakey breath, not noticable enough for anybody to hear though.

"yes enzo?" i respond, eyeing him in anticipation

"what'a a dirty secret you've been hiding lately?" he asks and i smirk

maybe i could fuck with these people in a way that wouldn't expose me, but in a way... would?

"well enzo, so glad you asked. recently there has been someone catching my eye... someone who's off limits, someone i'm not allowed to touch, you could call it forbidden, but i prefer the term secrecy." i say with a smug smile, avoiding any and all eye contact with mattheo

before anyone has time to say anything, the clock chimes and the doors to the common room open, the room flooding with people from all different houses.

the rest of the night was kinda a blur, except for the end of it.

i'm too drunk to even function right now, feeling vulnerable and anxious.

god this is why i don't go to parties.

"hey beautiful" a random gryffindor says and i make a face of disgust

"jus' leave me alone" i say in hopes of peace, turning around to walk away, but instead he grabs my wrist.

i turn back to look at him seeing the no-good look on his face

"oh no" i mumble

"are you gonna like.. do bad thing's to me" i ask

i'm never drinking again i feel like an idiot.

"you just consented to it so i might as well huh baby?" he says and i groan.

"i actually have a-" without thinking i grab someones hand, anyone to get me out of this situation would be great

"mattheo?" i say looking up, seeing its him who i grabbed

well, i was going to say boyfriend but mattheo works too.

the gryffindor boy's expression quickly changes from being in control to being scared shitless.

i'm too hazy to even feel right, not paying attention to the bickering mattheo is doing, the way he's absolutely screaming at this boy.

my hand tugs mattheos arm, causing him to look down at me

"mattheo please- just get me out of here" i say, leaning onto his arm.

fuck i'm not supposed to feel like this

THURSDAY:

the last thing i remember, is mattheo dragging me out of that party.

i think he was carrying me? or was it theo? i don't really remember.

i turn over, opening my eyes seeing mattheo next to me

what the fuck.

"g'morning princess" he says and i wince, feeling the light hit my face.

"what time is it?" i ask and see him look over to his bedside table

"like 10" he says and my eyes widen as much as they can.

"it's thursday mattheo we have class!' i yell, attempting to get up

his arm lightly pushes me down

"you need to rest, do you remember what happened last night?" he asks and i shake my head

"you were drugged and you passed out." he mumbles and my eyes widen

"who the fuck drugged me??" i exclaim

"i don't know" he says and i sigh, thinking about last night trying to remember anything i can.

i don't even realize how close me and mattheo are, the way he's shirtless and the way the sun hits his eyes, his morning voice, his soft sheets.

i look down seeing me in his shirt and i quirk an eyebrow which he notices

"no don't worry uh- pansy changed you not me" he reassures and i smile.

the rest of the day we end up just talking and laughing in his dorm, only leaving for food and water.

i gotta admit, it is awfully suspicious me leaving with him last night and waking up in his dorm, now us ditching and spending the whole day together.

but like i said before, i don't care what my brother thinks.

FRIDAY:

i'm currently getting lectured by snape for missing class and i can't help but let my mind wander to mattheo

lately, thats been all my mind is full of.

the tension has been getting thicker and my desire for him has been getting needier.

i need to tell him.

i rush out of snapes lecture as soon as he's finished, rushing to the common room.

what am i even doing, i'm being way too impulsive right now, it's fine i only live once, i have to do this. i tell myself

i reach the common room and run upstairs, knocking on mattheos dorm frantically

he opens the door and i smile, suddenly feeling all of my words leave my mind, going completely blank

then i remembered, i dont need words to tell him what i need.

without thinking, i grab his cheek and kiss him, it definitely caught him by surprise, but it did for me too.

without breaking the kiss, he leads me inside and closes the door, pinning me against it.

my hands tangled in his hair, the smell of his cologne and cigarettes filling my senses, everything just feels right.

an abrupt knock interrupts us, mattheos hand covering my mouth

"dude come on, snape is pissed you missed class and his lecture, we gotta go" a voice comes from the other side of the door.

fuck, it's my brother.

a/n: let me know if u guys want a part 2<3

[hidtired]

Unfortunate Timing [Part 3]

(Daryl Dixon x Reader) Masterlist

Description: You found out your pregnant early into your relationship with Daryl Dixon. To make matters worse? The apocalypse happens a few days later! (not fully canon)

5.4k words

Warnings (Pregnancy, gore, sexually themes, violence, fluff, walking dead stuff, ect.)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 etc.

It was clear Daryl was near a breaking point. With the unsafe camp and your near death experience mixed with his missing brother you couldn't blame him. You knew he didn't have a healthy way of processing emotions. So he was on a war path this morning. You knew the only way he dealt with big emotions was through angry. He of course never directed it at you. In fact while you had laid next to him in the morning he was proud that you handled yourself. He was contemplating most of the time staring off to the top of the tent. You thought he was still stressing himself in that already anxious head of his. But after he told you he was proud you saw that maybe he was just enjoying the fact you were in his arms and not dead.

It was when you all decided to go to the CDC and you were sitting in Daryl's truck that you said something that made him feel the true weight of his responsibility. "I'll follow you." He looked over to you before turning his attention to the caravan in front of him. He was confused but you went on, "Any choice and decision. I'll stand with you unquestioned, my life and are child's is under your protection." His heart slowly dropped into the pit of his stomach.

Worry and a sense of responsibility he's never had before felt crushing. But another feeling he didn't expect sat within him. To be wanted and trusted in such a way burned his heart into a fire. He was determined. He was already willing to give his life for you and his... his kid. It was something he didn't question. You inhaled deeply before speaking again,

"Don't you dare think that gives you permission to go and die on me... I can't do this without you."

He slowly slid one of his hands off the wheel and into your own. He brushed his thumb back and forth, "As long as m' still breathin' so will you." You smiled at the implication, moving your other hand to rest on the hand he had on you. He wants to stay alive to make sure you'll both be ok. You nodded in thought, "Then you agree that your life also rests under my protection?" He turned to you with a lifted brow, his face giving a 'really' expression. He didn't like the thought of you risking your life for him but, he guess he understands you don't like the fact he would do the same. Being cared for was something he never got, until you. He watched as your hand move to rest on your stomach. Now that is something both of you would protect together. He bites his lip knowing you started this conversation to make him realize this wasn’t all on him. His eyes move to the road watching the RV roll to a stop.

The honking sound telling them the RV must have died just like Dale said it would. It had but also Jim just couldn’t take it anymore. You’ve never been around someone who’s been bitten before. So to see how it was killing him was gut wrenching. He seemed at peace with it. Sitting in the wind under a tree. You and quickly stated a ‘rest as well’ before excusing your way back to Daryl’s truck. You were bound to get emotional over it and didn’t want to be a wreck in front of everyone. You had reached the door of the truck, tears streaming down your face. Something felt like this would be something that often happened… losing people.

You manage to pull yourself together before Daryl got back to the truck. The ride on the road made you drift asleep. You were in a weird position crumpled into the door with an arm thrown over your head. Daryl found it funny but not before questioning how you could possibly find it comfortable. He knows you are always tired nowadays and he worry's its due to a lack of nutrition. But he lets you sleep only waking you a few miles away from the CDC. You stretch from your odd position. A crack releasing from your neck with a sigh of relief. You rub your eyes looking around. Daryl almost spoke quietly close to a whisper, “We are close, wanted ta’ make sure you were fully awake in case we have to run.”

You hum still stretching a hand moving to your breast. They have been irritating you recently. One of the many wonders of pregnancy. Daryl had caught you with a displeased look on your face. He gave you a questioning look with a smirk, “They look bigger…” You look to him with shock and then back down. He childishly snickered as you swatted at him. You tilt your head while still looking down, “Are they really?” He gave a mischievous smirk causing you to roll your eyes. You had not thought that maybe you would have to get a bigger bra. Not that you could just go buy one anymore. The playful mood in the car would soon turn sour at the arrival of the CDC. Empty, bodys lay scattered and not a soul to be seen.

Standing at the closed doors hoping for the safety it once thought it provided. It almost seemed fleeting until Rick noticed a camera move. Daryl was hearing none of it. He was mad at the decision made and him going alone with it. Your safety now compromised because he didn’t make the right call. Even just after your admission to trusting him he felt like a dumbass. He pulled you to him and felt one of your arms pull around him. The grip you held onto him telling him of your fear. Just before he could try and pull you away to safety, back to the truck, a bright light came pouring out of the newly open door.

One lone man sat in the whole building. You thought it was strange and somewhat eerie. But he did offer assistance so he couldn’t be that bad. A few of the group ran back to collect some things. Daryl gave you that look of, ‘please don’t’ so you understood he would get your things. The price of entry was a blood test. This doctor wanting to make sure none were infected. Which was fair but god did you not like getting blood drawn. Shots you are fine with but having your blood taking from your body disgusted you for some odd reason. Blood itself was not the issue. The thought of having your blood taken still rolled into your mind, a thing that made your heart race. You went after Daryl but he stood next to you waiting for you to finish. The man you now know as Dr Jenner started the process. You caught his eyes flick to your stomach.

He seemed to maybe suspect something but you were at that stage in pregnancy where someone might not speak on it, just in case you weren’t pregnant they didn’t want to call you fat. When he placed the needle in your arm you quickly moved your eyes anywhere else. Heart racing with discomfort. Your eyes focusing on Daryl which he didn’t like the plain fear he could see on your face. You seemed to ease out after it was over, but trying to stand your vision spin. Daryl managed to keep your balance for you. It wasn’t until Jacqui almost collapsed that the doctor learned that you all were a little undernourished. So now here you all are going down an elevator at the promise of food.

It was cramped going down farther than you thought. Daryl getting you out of your thoughts by pressing you back into him. I’m sure he saw your body rigid. But he didn’t really, he moved you into him subconsciously. Eyein the new person trying to determine whether he was a threat or not. The gun slung around him not really helping in his case, “Doctors always packing heat like that?” His awkward response eased him no less. You however at the mention of spaghetti threw caution to the wind. Following the group in a small hallway Daryl right behind you. He saw your happy bouncing at the promise of a carb filled meal. Most of your complaints to him in your pregnancy was the cravings driving you mad. Saying something along the lines of ‘when undead situation is handled your getting me any food I ask for no matter the time!’ Another thing to get you excited was the doctor mention a hot shower.

You smiled at him giddily practically dragging him off to a room. He dropped both of there bags by the door and just watched you be happy. You popped in the bathroom while struggling to kick off your pants in a hurry. Daryl chuckled, ‘Slow down would ya, thought you wanted to eat.’ He could hear you ruffle with your clothes still. Your voice echoed in the bathroom out to where he sat himself down, “There still time while their making it!” He leaned back smiling to himself at your antics. The light through the door got dimmer causing him to look up. You stood in your underwear and bra, hands behind your back trying to unclip it. You gave him a look he hasn’t seen for a while, “Well you just going to sit there or join me?”

He was stunned for a second. He leaned forward looking dumbfounded for some reason. You tilted your head to the side slowly turning back to start the shower. He was stood now hesitating for a second before slowly approaching, maybe it was the fact you both haven’t done anything for a while, mostly due to lack of privacy and him always off around the camp. Perhaps the stress still swarming around him from this place. Despite that he wasn't going to give up this opportunity so he walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind himself. He saw you finally manage to get free of all your clothes. He started to unbutton his shirt when he saw you looking in the mirror at your belly. The first you are probably seeing it in a reflection. Your eyes swirling with thought but soon landed on him with a smile.

You then elected yourself to help him with getting his closes off because he was to slow. You replaced his hands with yours and started undoing the remaining buttons. He smiled down at you, "I don't know, last time we showered together we broke your curtain." He got you to laugh at the memory and you gave your own snarky remark, "Well, if you slip this time try not to take me down with you again." He cringed remembering how he landed with you on top of him. Merle had made a comment about the huge bruise he had on is back, how 'you must have gotten your ass kicked!’ He just ignored him not wanting to say he fell while having shower sex. Releasing the thought he then realized you said 'again'. As be pushed his shirt off while you started on his jeans he gave you a smirk you yourself hadn't seen in a while, "Again huh?"

You smile bashfully back to him, "I'm a hormonal mess, and I can't say that you having been looking extra hot as of late." He scoffed thinking you were kidding. But then you looked up at him seriously causing him to mumble and small... "oh." He smiled raising his hand to move your hair off your shoulder. He pushed it away from your face while you undid the clasp to his jeans. Your hair was noticeably longer since the beginning of this shit show. Finally freeing him of his clothes you bounced back over to the shower. He rolls his eyes and follows you knowing you ran to be under the water before him.

He watched as water ran down you and it sparked a sudden calm from him. To see you doing something that used to be so normal felt crushing. He walks up behind you wrapping his arm around your waist. He knows he hasn’t been exactly himself lately but here he is holding the soon to be mother of his child. He just hopes that you know that even if he has never said it out loud, he loves you. You knew it perfectly well while enjoying the warm water of the shower and him leaning into you. You had thought maybe you both would take this chance to clean yourselves in a shower for the first time in months but his hands were telling you something else.

He was leant forward kissing you down your neck. Causing you to sigh and lean back tilting your head to the side. His hands moving across your body causing you to giggle. You turned around looping your arms around his neck and seeing him smirking down at you. Months of not having a proper shower only to not use the time for one to actually clean yourself. Instead it was spent with a man seemingly remembering how much he wanted to touch you. Back at the camp he was unwilling to throw you around to teach you self defense. It wasn’t until you were pushed back to the wall of the shower in a flurry of harsh kisses did he seem to freeze. He was a gentle lover but could have times where he got excited and went a little rougher then normal. Which you never had any complaints with but in this moment of pause he was a little unwilling to do what he would have. For example again, your shower curtain. Ya not really a great thing for when your prego.

He was pleased with himself by the end of there shower. Like all the bruting was because he was sexually frustrated. Maybe you should have made an effort sooner if you knew he would be walking away with such a pep in his step. Granted you remember why you haven’t done much because if you thought you were tired before, then you were sure to look like you were in a daze. Maybe that look another factor to Daryl walking around so prideful. You would be lying if you haven’t been wanting to jump him for the last month. So maybe you were a little sedated. You wrap your hair up into a towel after getting everything but pants on. You sat there thinking while just holding them about to go on. Lost in space at something Daryl grunted into your ear a few moments ago. The thought sparking a nice warm fuzzy feeling.

‘M’ baby is the one you got in yeah. M’ girl with my baby~’

Daryl watched you sit there with one pant leg in while you stared at a spot in the carpet with your mouth slightly open. Thoughts clear as day, “You done drooling over there? Or you want’n to see if foods done?” Your mouth snapped closed as you took a moment to process what he had just said. Then you proceeded to jump into your pants while jumping to the door. To think he had made you forget about the food inflated his ego he got going. He followed you taking the towel out of your hair and opening the door while you shuffled forward looking down to clasp your pant button.

This was not only a big meal but big morale boost. Stepping into the kitchen to take a seat at the table you waste no time digging into the spaghetti before you. A blessing for a craving you’ve had. One point alcohol was being passed around the doctor took clear notice of you not drinking any or being offered any. You were too busy trying to convince Daryl to just drink already. All those times at the bar he always used the excuse of having to drive home. So you’ve never seen him drunk because and I quote, “I’m a mean drunk… don’t wanna do that to ya.” But you incurred him to let loose because this was probably the only time he would be able to for a long time,

“Come on hun! Drink because I can’t!”

He had definitely eased since the shower so he finally caved and excepted this opportunity. He still didn’t want to get to drunk but he wouldn’t mind being a little tipsy. The fun antics going on in the room was swiftly crushed by Shane. You sat uncomfortably as Shane pushed Dr. Jenner for answers, “So when are you gonna tell us what the Hell happened here, Doc?” His random aggressive outburst caused the room to fill with awkward silence. Rick cutting in saying what everyone else thought, “Come on man, not now.” Shane snapped to Rick, “It’s why we’re here right! This was your call. I want to know why we came here to just one man, why?” Shane’s words to Rick sending red flags in your mind. Then the depressing story of what happened at the CDC dragged the once happy mood back to reality. Felt by all if Glenn stating, “Your such a mood killer dude.’ to Shane didn’t say it all.

It was eased back into a happier state with a pouting Shane in his corner of shame. You payed no mind to it anymore. Daryl was acting more like himself while getting himself and Glenn drunk. Daryl was having to much fun getting Glenn to drink that he himself had way more then he was wanting. It was fun to watch him stumble while he tried to stand. Your laughing getting his attention causing him to point a finger at you, “I don’t wanna hear it from you “miss tipsy”.” The nickname making you giggle. After a while he leaned over the back of your chair as you talked to Dale. He didn’t even put his arms around you just laid them out over your shoulders. He wanted to go, a nonverbal action you have learned he did. So you excused yourself wishing everyone a goodnight. Daryl had an arm over your shoulder while you walked down the hall. “You drunk off your ass?” He sighed leaning into you more, “More than I would have liked to be.” He sure walked like he was.

“Let’s get ready for bed then.”

The room you had claimed had a small couch and cot. Daryl had already started to wrestle with his shirt before you had the door open. Now shirtless he sat down and leaned back slumped. You snicker to yourself while going to take your damp hair up out of your face. He sat there watching you before saying, “Your so pretty.” He was still slumped with his head tilted to the side looking at you. You walked over to him and he held is hands out for you to come sit on his lap. But you grabbed his hands and looked down at him, “Come lay down with me.” You pulled at his arms before he got up and trapped you against him. He shuffled back until flopping on the bed with you. You were lying on your side with him behind you. His hands moving under your shirt onto your baby belly. He curled into you from behind tucking his head down into your neck. You heard him mumbling but couldn’t understand him. But you caught a bit of it to put in context.

“-lucky. I made my pretty girl a mama.”

You smile at his drunk rambling. Reaching to his hands to your stomach and lightly drifting your nails up and down his arms. So much for being a ‘mean drunk’. Then he started on another tangent but this time lifting his face for you to hear him “An I only thought love was something that you would either kill for or die for. But for you? I’d live for. You’re something to live for.” His hands move across your stomach and he whispered, “You both.” Your heart raced at this, you would classify that as a confession. He has never said verbally ‘I love you’ but this in so many words was just that. He damn near was about to make you cry. But instead you shuffled back into him feeling that he was so relaxed he might have fallen asleep already in your silence. That didn’t stop you from whispering back to him.

“I’ll live for you too.”

That morning started with a hungover and grumpy Daryl. You were also grumpy. Daryl had thrown up earlier that morning and that got you to throw up. Now your stomach felt like a loop of acid reflux. You elected to stay in bed because you also were experiencing vertigo, so maybe Daryl wasn’t the only reason you threw up. You may have gone to make sure he was ok but the spinning feeling and noises he was making set you off. Daryl was off to the kitchen to get you a plate of breakfast. When he came back to the room he laughed telling you how fucked up Glenn looked, “He is swearing off alcohol, so may have over did it with him.” You smile at him while you sit in bed eating the food he brought back.

He then paused before he started biting his nails, “Hope I didn’t cause you trouble while drunk…” You chuckle shaking your head still chewing. Swallowing you looked up to where he now leaned on the wall, “Oh please, ‘mean drunk’ my ass! You were just being a sweetie!” Now you were teasing him about it, “After all I’m so pretty remember?” He looked relieved but also grunted before move for the door, “Doc gonna show us something. I’ll tell you about it when I get back.” You hummed in agreement going back to eating. Sitting up you felt like you were on a boat, so dealing with whatever Jenner was going to nerd out about wasn’t worth getting up for. Before Daryl went out the door he called out from behind him, “Be right back, ‘pretty girl’.”

Now even 20 minutes later did Daryl walk back in with a broken look. He sat down on the bed near you and stared at the wall. You would wait for him to gather his thoughts. Something bad happened, or he learned something he didn’t want to either way it didn’t look good. He moved to sit with you on the bed against the wall. He slowly put a hand on your stomach, “Everything’s gone.” You link your fingers with his and lean onto his shoulder. He went on, “It’s lookin like these dead assholes aren’t going anywhere.” You clench your teeth at the thought. You understood what he was saying. If the world was to ever be fixed, it wouldn’t happen in a long time. So your fantasy of a hospital could be kissed goodbye. You had a foolish hope that eased the fear for your child… and yourself. Childbirth before technology had a high fatality rate, for mom and baby.

So your brain was on overdrive after the rug was pulled out from you. Daryl had leant his head on top of yours which got a small sniff out of you. His arm now going to pull you into his side. You struggled with not bursting into tears while asking him something, “We’ll be ok, right?” He turned to you wiping away a tear that slipped out, “We got this.” He explained to you more what he found out. Like the scan of how the infection killed the host then took over the body. Relieving a fear that these people were conscious while doing this. They weren’t people so that made it easier to justify killing them. You both sat there talking until the air flow seemed to still. Daryl perked up feeling uneasy. Then people started to gather into the halls also noticing the lack of air flow.

Daryl had stood behind you in the door way but when Dr. Jenner walked by ignoring peoples questions, Daryl pushed past you slinging words his way in worry now. You followed behind the growing group of worried people. Stepping into a very open panel room with a red clock on the wall. The group stood in the middle when Jenner finally started to explain, “The system is dropping all the nonessential uses of power. It’s designed to keep the computers running to the last possible second. That started as we approached the half-hour mark. Right on schedule.” You look over to the clock that was counting down.

A wave of uneasiness fell over you. You move closer to Daryl while he started yelling to the Doctor, “Air seems pretty ‘essential’ to me!” He took notice of your closer proximity and how you looked around cautiously. Jenner pauses at the steps that lead up to the work stations in the big room. Everyone has followed and is grouped around. Everyone turned to Jenner for answers. "It was the French." Andrea clicked her tounge at him, "What?" Jenner sighed sitting down in a chair at a computer, "They were the last ones to hold out as far as I know. While our people were bolting out the doors and committing suicide in the hallways, they stayed in the labs till the end. They thought they were close to a solution." Jacqui now voicing her confusion, "What happened?" Jenner turned to her, "The same thing that’s happening here. No power grid. Ran out of juice. The world runs on fossil fuel.  I mean, how stupid is that?" Shane was about to start but was cut off by Rick, "To Hell with it, Shane. I don’t even care. Lori, grab our things. Everybody, get your stuff. We’re getting out of here now!" But before anyone could move a alarm started. Carl said with a nervous tone, "What is that?" A voice spoke through the speakers,

‘30 minutes to decontamination.’

You were now grabbing Daryl's arm in fear causing Daryl to speak up, "Doc what's going on here!" Jenner scans his badge and enters code into a security pad. Rick yelled turning to everyone, "Get your stuff and lets go! Go!" Then the doors all started to closed. Glenn yelled in anger, "No. Did he just lock us in!? He locked us in!" The kids started to cry in panic to there moms. Daryl makes a run at Jenner, "You son of a bitch!" Rick grab Daryl while yelling for Shane to help him. You sat there in shock with a hand over your mouth. Daryl continued to yell while being restrained, "You locked us in here!" T-Dog now joining in to stop Daryl, "No, stop! Don’t!" When Daryl was pushed back he made his was back to you and pulled you into him at the sight of your eyes becoming glassy. Rick now spoke to Jenner, "Open the doors." Jenner sat there calm, "There’s no point. Everything topside is locked down. The emergency exits are sealed." Dale now taking the chance to speak, "Then just open the damn things." Jenner just shook his head.

You saw Rick stare at the clock that was now 28 minutes. You watched as he slowly turned to Jenner, "What happens after 28 minutes...?" Jenner sat up straighter, “In the event of a catastrophic power failure... in a terrorist attack, for example... H.I.T.s are deployed to prevent any organisms from getting out.” Rick shuffled from foot to foot in concern, “H.I.T.s?” Jenner sighed putting his hands on his hips, “Vi define.” A robotic voice of a women filled the room through speakers, “H.I.T.s - high-impulse thermobaric fuel-air explosives consists of a two-stage aerosol ignition that produces a blast wave of significantly greater power and duration than any other known explosive except nuclear. The vacuum-pressure effect ignites the oxygen between 5,000 and 6,000 degrees and is used when the greatest loss of life and damage to structures is desired.”

Everyone was stunned. Jenner speaking immediately after Vi, “It sets the air on fire. No pain. An end to sorrow, grief... Regret. Everything.” He said it like this somehow made everything better?! You felt Daryl squeeze you and you held him back. This crazy prick was going to kill you all! You felt the deep vibration in Daryl's chest as he roughly spoke, "Open the door." T-dog used the axe he had to start hitting the door, Daryl went to try and open the door to. Jenner just look defeated, "You should’ve left well enough alone it would have been so much easier." Lori now spoke up while holding her panicked son, "Easier for who." You felt that sinking feeling again. Jenner's voice fading out in the back at you felt blood rush your ears. 'All of you. You know what’s out there. A short brutal life and an agonizing death.' Memories of your aunt killed, being near the edge of the water and almost getting killed by two walkers. You moved your hand to your stomach. You had just talked to Daryl about the future. Asking if now in the changed world could you be enough for this child. Sound of Daryl's voice bring you back from thought, "BUT YOUR HEAD ANI'T!"

He was pulled back before being able to hit Dr. Jenner with the axe in his hand. Jenner once again not fazed and he turned to you, "What do you not get by everything is GONE! There is no world for that baby of yours." Daryl again tried to get to him but was held back by four people. You looked down with tears in your eyes, but also anger burned in you. Taking two steps closer to him you quickly punched him in the face. Everyone gasped in surprise but you continued by grabbing him by his lab coat collar. "That is not your choice to make for me!" Rick had gently grabbed you by the shoulder pushing you back. Rick now with hands on his hips spoke calmly to Jenner, "She's right. You’re lying about no hope. If that were true, you’d have bolted with the rest or taken the easy way out. You didn’t. You chose the hard path. Why?" He huffed, "It doesn't matter."

"It does matter. It always matters. You stayed when others ran. Why?"

Jenner looked down in thought, "Not because I wanted to. I made a promise." He looks back up and points to the screen, "To her. My wife." Lori glanced to the screen, "Test subject 19 was your wife?" Jenner slowly nods, "She begged me to keep going as long as I could. How could I say no?" Something felt like it was shifting. The clock was now ticking closer to its end. You had pushed everyone off Daryl while Rick spoke. You replaced everyone's hands on him by wrapping your arms around his middle, leaning into his chest. "I told you topside’s locked down. I can’t open those." Jenner walks back to the security pad and unlocks the door. Daryl went straight to action grabbing your hand and pushing you to the exit, "Move it! Move it!" You heard others feet behind you. Making your way down the hall you swiftly grabbed all your bags. In the lobby there was another problem of getting out again. T-dog and Daryl tried breaking the window with axes but it was bullet proof. Some how Carol had a grenade she found off Rick. Taking cover the window exploded, finally freeing you of this ticking time bomb.

Everyone rushed out killing the walkers who took interest in the noise. You made it to Daryl's truck with Daryl opening the door for you while jumping in himself. He leaned over you seconds later a wave of heat rushed over you. The explosion was loud and shook the truck. Once Daryl rose off you, you looked up to the now demolished building. You and Daryl then looking back to each other, tears filled your eyes while staring into his. You sobbed in relief, adrenalin slowly leaving your body causing you to shake. Daryl moved to hold you while breathing a sigh of relief himself, "See? We're ok." You sniffle while Daryl start moving to drive away from this walker magnet of a building.

This was now officially the end of the world.

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Mother-Hen

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Reader who has those over the top mother-hen vibes colliding with the grumpy asshole that is Logan Howlett. Who at first avoids Reader like the plague. Growling out how he wants nothing to do with them. To which they don't take any of it to heart, having done this dance a dozen times over.

Seeing it for it was. He didn't want anyone to get close as it meant caring and if he cared about someone, it could then be used against him. And that was simply more unnecessary heartbreak to drown in a bottle of whiskey over. Oh, but it doesn't stop Reader from bulldozing that down.

It all starts when Logan brings a relatively new mutant down to their room instead of the infirmary after a group mission. 'Scared of hospitals and the like. You were the next best thing,' he gruffs out. Seeing the extent of the injuries from how torn up the mutant's clothes are, Reader clears the table, grabbing their first aid kit. Logan laid them down.

Watching from the sidelines as Reader prepares a needle and thread, stitching the mutant's skin together. 'Your turn,' Reader wets a rag to get rid of the dried blood around Logan's already healed wounds. 'I can do that myself.' Too tired to fight against it altogether, Logan takes the rag. 'Thank you, now go. I'll watch over the kiddo.' Their foot now in the door. Letting him leave to the shadows.

The next time they cross paths is late at night when Logan’s abruptly awoken by a nightmare. Deciding to go take a ride on his motorbike when he smells spices in the air. His nose leads him to the kitchen where he sees Reader cooking up a large pot of soup. Their hair tied up into a lump, resting on the nape of their neck. Sleeves rolled up as they chopped vegetables and chicken to go into the broth. The sick season was close upon them.

'Why are you still up, cooking soup?' Logan spoke up after leaning against the wall, his tone accusatory. 'Because of how often everyone forgets to eat. Plus sometimes after missions, it's nice to have something you can just heat up.' Reader answers, watching out of the corner of their eyes as Logan sits down.

'Not to pry, but what's keeping you up?' They had always thought he had a weariness to his bones, outside of the added adamantium. ‘Couldn’t sleep,’ comes his short reply. Not really wanting to talk about it. ‘Touchy subject, got it. Well, you can stay if you like and I can dish you out a bowl when it’s ready. Need someone as a taste tester anyways.’

Logan doesn't respond but ultimately stays, the coziness of the kitchen was better than how he'd feel, standing alone, under the stars. Genuinely desiring company for once; Reader's company.

'Here you go,' pushing a bowl towards him. 'Thanks,' not bothering to blow on the still hot soup. Reader nods, going back to packaging the soup in deli containers. Moving stuff in the fridge around to make room. Logan, after finishing his bowl, takes up the mantle of cleaning the dishes.

Waving away Reader's 'oh, you don't have to do that.' Saying that he wanted to. That and his calloused hands were accustomed to manual labor. It was the least he could do in exchange for some well cooked food, as shown by the grin on his face.

Logan realizes they’ve wormed their way into his heart when he finds them passed out cold on the couch in the common room. Chuffed that at the very least, Reader seemed to have been taking a moment of relaxation for themselves. The battered old tome he had lent to them had fallen to the ground mid-reading.

Their neck at an awkward angle that would definitely hurt in the morning. ‘Really got yourself into a pickle here.’ Taking a minute to argue with himself, running the pros and cons of what he was about to do. Cause yes, he could simply toss a blanket over them and call it a day yet his gut was telling him that wasn’t enough.

‘C’mon, wake up bubs.’ Jostling them by the shoulders, helping them up to a standing position as they’re still half asleep and groggy. ‘Logan?’ Hands guiding them by the shoulders. ‘Yea, it’s me.’

Not realizing in their state that Logan was guiding them towards his room and not theirs. That is until they see all the Americana type decor. ‘What are we doing in your room?’

‘Was closer…the common room’s no place to get sleep with all the busybodies trudging in and out. That and your neck looked like it was killing you.’ Explaining like it was obvious. Sitting on his usual side of the bed, Logan held up the duvet. A silent way of telling Reader to get in.

Too tired to argue with how homy the atmosphere is, they oblige. Climbing over to rest their head on Logan’s chest. His heartbeat easily lulls them back to sleep.

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A Demon’s Ache — Part 6

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He can’t do it

He knows he’s a coward

But he just can’t face you

He can’t confront you, he doesn’t have it in him

Especially not after what he did outside your door

And since then, whenever he’s seen you walk by, whenever your paths have met, he’s had to turn away because of the guilt and shame fluttering in his chest

Even just this morning, when you offered him a smile as you passed him down the hall, he could barely face you

It looked like you wanted to talk to him, but he couldn’t even bring himself to look you in the eyes, much less have a civilized discussion with you

He’s a fucking coward

You probably think he’s upset with you

He doesn’t know what to do with himself, doesn’t know how to deal with the mess he’s created

So, he eventually resorts to the one person that’s offered any kind of help up until this point

He reaches the familiar clearing lined by the rotting wooden fence

And he almost can’t believe his misfortune when he sees that you’re there—flushed, panting and sweaty, chatting with Hoodie and Masky by the edges of the training ground

That’s right, he remembers you’ve been training with Hoodie recently

He tries to force down the jealousy blooming in his chest like familiar heartache

And he almost turns away to avoid you again

But then Hoodie looks up, and a grin appears on his face at the sight of Jack approaching

The proxy looks back down at you, then nudges his head towards the demon

You turn to look at what he’s gesturing towards

And then Jack locks eyes with you

Fuck

He can’t keep running away from you

He takes in a deep breath to steel his nerves, then keeps walking to join up with the three of you

The two proxies nod at him, and you offer him another smile, similar to the one you gave him earlier today

God, that smile

“Came here to train as well?”

Hoodie’s voice snaps him from his daze

That’s right, he should probably stop staring at you

He clears his throat, tries to act natural

“Yeah,” he lies, and then to sound more believable, he adds, “I figured you could use more practice after I won so easily last time”

Hoodie snorts

“Hey, hey, don’t act like I didn’t get a few good ones in on you”

“You? Land some good hits on him?” Masky suddenly interjects with a sarcastic huff, “c’mon, man, your lies are usually more believable than that”

“Watch it, old man, you’re in no condition to start a fight,” Hoodie playfully threatens his partner with a light kick to his leg, which has Masky grunting in pain

And that’s when Jack finally notices the crutches leaning up against the fence next to Masky

“You fucking—“

Masky makes a move to retaliate, but Hoodie jumps back, and the injured proxy can’t go through with his attack

“What happened?” Jack asks, interrupting them with a nod toward the crutches

“Twisted my fucking ankle,” the proxy answers, shooting a death glare through his mask at his partner, “and then I got a nice little ax jammed into my calf. Damaged some nerves or something, I don’t know”

Jack hums

What would otherwise be a grave injury for a normal human was usually just a minor inconvenience for one of Slender’s proxies

The perks of getting your soul snatched up by a devil, Jack supposes

“You sure you don’t want me to take a look at it?” he offers, but Masky just shakes his head

“I’ll be fine, just sitting these sessions out for now”

“He’s using it as an excuse to take a vacation,” Hoodie teases, and he laughs as Masky fails to attack him again

“You son of a goddamn fucking—“

“Alright, alright, children, break it up”

You move between the two proxies, acting as a barrier to get them to stop annoying one another

Jack feels another pang of jealousy, but he manages to mostly just ignore it

You shake your head, grinning as the two men keep flicking and annoying one another over your smaller form

With a chuckle, you sigh

“Anyways, I’ll let you guys do your workout," you nod at Jack and Hoodie, “I gotta go take a shower”

Jack wants to say something as you’re leaving

He wants to apologize, wants to have the courage to just openly talk about what’s going on between the two of you

But it’s like there’s a disconnect between his brain and his mouth, and he suddenly doesn’t know how to speak

He’s going to have to stand there and watch you leave again

You’re a few feet away when you turn to face him, much to his surprise

“Oh, that’s right,” you say, and Jack’s ears perk up attentively, “we’re thinking about having a campfire in the backyard tomorrow. You in?”

“Of course,” he answers immediately

You smile, and the sight has him feeling all warm inside before he’s reminded of the cruel truth

He can’t trick himself again

Can’t trick himself into believing you’re into him the same way he’s into you

“Great, I’ll see you then!”

And with that, you walk off

He watches you leave, hearing the irregular pattern of his heart beating against his ribcage

He’s only snapped out of it by Hoodie yet again, who walks up behind him and offers a few friendly pats on the back

“Ah, young love~” he snickers

There’s a pause, and then Jack groans, smacking his hand to his face

“Is it that obvious?”

“Obvious?” Masky repeats the word, and Jack looks back at the injured proxy, who folds his thick arms over his chest, “Even an eight-year-old dead kid was able to pick up on it. You’re beyond obvious. You’re hopeless”

Jack groans again, and Hoodie’s condescending back pats do little to console him

“Relax,” Hoodie says, and Jack does not, in fact, relax, “She doesn’t have anything against you, y’know. You guys just need to work something out”

Jack tries not to groan again, just because three in a row seem like a bit much, at this point

“That’s the thing,” he starts, “I just—I can’t. I can’t talk to her. It’s like something gets in the way, or,” he shakes away the very recent memory of what he did in front of your door, “it just never works out”

“Listen, you’re making yourself panic. Just don’t overthink it; she’ll hear you out no matter how much you stumble over your words”

“Which you seem to do a lot around her,” Masky snickers, and whatever’s left of Jack’s confidence deflates just a little bit more

Hoodie shoots Masky a look, but all that does is make him laugh again

“Look man, she invited you to the campfire thing, right? Why don’t you try to talk to her before then? And if that doesn’t work, maybe try to find a way to spend time with her tomorrow morning or something”

Hoodie’s words do little to encourage him

Masky must notice, because he eventually adds, “I say there’s no point in waiting that long. You have something to tell her? Do it now—waiting around will just stress you out even more. You’re not doing yourself any favors by building it up in your head”

There’s a pause as Jack considers his insight

“…Ok. Alright. You’re right, I have to do this”

The demon nods to himself

He’ll just have to bite the proverbial bullet; things won’t get any less awkward between the both of you if he doesn’t do anything about it

And, really, what’s the point of waiting?

“There we go, that’s the attitude,” Hoodie gives him a few more pats on the back, “you got this, man”

When he reaches your room this time, it’s open

He knocks on the open door, calls out your name, but there’s no response

He tried giving you plenty of time to shower and come back, but maybe he’d been too eager and hadn’t waited long enough

The rational thing to do is leave and come back later

But, for some reason, he doesn’t

It’s like he’s pulled into your room, like he can’t stop his instincts from tugging him forwards—a puppet on the strings of his desire

The faint smell of your arousal lingers in the air

He breathes it in, and his abdomen immediately clenches in response

He’s being inappropriate again, he knows it

He shouldn’t be doing this

But fuck, you smell so fucking delicious

He swallows thickly

His thoughts are teetering between wanting to stay and knowing he should leave—especially before you walk in on him

And then his sight lands on a pair of lacy underwear that you left at the foot of your bed

He freezes

He shouldn’t

Christ, he really, really shouldn’t

But he notices the wet patch you’ve left on them, and it’s like he can’t help himself

He pockets them and walks out

There’s a sick sense of guilt clinging to him as he reaches his room

You’d almost think he’d be used to that feeling by now, after all the inappropriate things he’s done

But this feels like he’s just crossed yet another line

Either way, that guilt isn’t strong enough to get him to return the panties to your room

It’s not strong enough to stop him from pulling them out of his pockets and running his fingers over the wet spot at the center

And it’s most certainly not strong enough to stop him from balling them up to his face and inhaling deeply

As soon as he does, he’s done for

His lust overrides any remaining rational thought

Your scent drives him feral

He groans, already drunk off the thought of you

Another deep breath, and he’s practically drooling

It’s no use trying to hold himself back, he’s already a goner

Getting on his bed, he quickly undoes his pants, letting his hard-on spring free, and with his dominant hand, he strokes his erection from the very base all the way to the tip

He grunts, trying to imagine it was you wrapped up around him instead of just his hand

He presses your panties closer to his face, bunching them up, teasing the wet spot at his lips so that he can just barely taste the remnants of your arousal

Friends

Would you still hold that sentiment knowing all the filthy things he does while thinking of you?

He sighs, the sound low and gravelly from somewhere deep within his chest

God, you’re fucking perfect

Everything about you makes him insatiable—it’s like you were made for him, made to torture him with his need

He grinds his hips up into his palm, feeling his cock twitch and throb in response

He imagines you clenching around him, making all those pretty sounds he’s heard you make recently

He breathes in again, another lungful of your scent, and it’s almost too much

He squeezes the tip of his length, and your name escapes him in a husky sigh

His hips wriggle up, pushing more of his length into his hand, and he imagines you on top of him, naked, your back arching as he fills your pretty little cunt up with the entirety of his length

He chokes out another groan, feeling his hips stutter impatiently

When he inhales, more of your scent floods his senses, and that insatiable hunger coils in his stomach until all of his muscles are tensing involuntarily

He’s burning for your touch

He snaps his hips forward, aching cock twitching in his hold, releasing a few more beads of precum at his slit

His tongue traces over the lace of your panties, and when your taste fills his mouth, he groans eagerly

“F-fuck—(y/n)~”

He sounds just about as desperate as he feels

He pumps his length in and out, in and out of his clenched fist until his shaft is slick with precum

He imagines you lapping at his stiff cock, he imagines bending you over and screwing you senseless

The fantasies he’s had countless times before replay in his mind as he uses your panties to help him get off

Knowing your bare cunt was rubbing against the lace not too long ago turns him on more than any kind of porn ever could

It doesn’t even come close

He curses, groaning, his movements growing increasingly rushed and frantic

His mind and body alike are consumed by his desperation

His fingers dig into the delicate material, and if he had any more control over himself, he’d be worried about tearing them

But he’s too far gone to care, too engrossed in the way the pretty lace feels pressing against his face to care about being gentle

When he licks at the wet spot again, he can almost imagine his tongue was buried inside your walls instead

He ruts into his clenched fist, the prominent vein curling along his shaft throbbing with equal impatience

He’s a snarling, groaning mess, jerking himself off like a depraved fucking teenager

He huffs at your panties, breathing you in, letting your scent and taste and even just the thought of you overwhelm him until he snaps

He pushes his hips forwards, his cock twitching and throbbing as he finally cums

His seed dribbles down his shaft, pooling in a mess at his pelvis, but he’s too euphoric to care

He gives a few more languid thrusts into his hand, riding out the high, before eventually stilling

He’s panting, chest heaving, your lace panties still bundled up at his face for him to savor

But it’s just not enough

It’s not the real thing

He won’t be satisfied until he gets you

There’s a brief pause as he lets the endorphins wash over him

And then, as he’s staring up at the ceiling, basking in the aftermath of his high, he thinks, fuck

He really just stole your panties to get himself off

He’s a fucking perv

Swallowing thickly, he tries not to think about your reaction if you ever found out

Instead, he wipes up his mess, going through the leftover box of tissues he keeps by his bedside for times like these

He should probably return your underwear, he realizes

But by this point, you’ve probably finished your shower, and you’re probably back in your room already

He’ll have to return them before tomorrow night, just so that he won’t feel so guilty seeing you at the campfire and knowing he still has them

He sighs to himself

Why does he have to make things so complicated?

Why can’t he just control himself around you?

After obsessing over you for as long as Jack has, the demon has become somewhat familiar with your routine

He knows when you’re least likely to be in your room

Which means he knows the perfect time to sneak in without you seeing him do so

So in the early afternoon the following day, he finds himself back inside your place with relative ease

Surrounded by your things, your various trinkets, clothing and furniture, it has a certain kind of warmth blooming in his chest

Everything in your room is so distinctly you

Not only does your scent mark it as your territory, but the way you’ve set things up, the way you’ve decorated—it’s all so obviously your space

It brings a smile to his lips

He can’t help it; he’s utterly head-over-heels for you

He should just drop off your panties and leave as soon as he can to avoid getting caught

But again, it’s like he’s only pulled deeper into your room

Like he's coaxed into invading your space because he’s too love-drunk and obsessed to stop himself

He notices some of the framed pictures you have scattered around, and he finds himself looking at each and every single one

Some of them are with you and different creeps from the mansion, posing or hanging out at various events

Others have people he doesn’t recognize in them, and he realizes he doesn’t know much about your life before you joined the mansion

He hums, taking one of the framed photos to trace over the outline of your face

You’re grinning at the camera next to someone he doesn’t recognize, your arm thrown over their shoulder

Both of you look like you’re mid-laugh

Your smile’s utterly contagious

His heart swells in his chest

It’s only dampened by the reminder that you don’t feel the same

He sets the picture back down, trying to ignore the bitter sting of unrequited love

Focus, he tells himself

He has to find somewhere to leave your underwear that won’t be obvious they were ever taken in the first place

Next to your door, he spots a hamper for dirty laundry

Bingo

He peeks inside, which in hindsight, he really shouldn’t have

He should’ve just dropped the panties inside, then left without looking back

Because there, amongst various t-shirts and jeans, he sees them—those fucking shorts

The shorts you were wearing when he ate you out, when he fingered you at the kitchen table

He swallows thickly

Twice now

Twice he’s had a sexual encounter with you, and both of those times, you were wearing these shorts

The shorts that hug your ass so perfectly, that show off just the right amount of thigh

He wonders if they still carry your scent

He can only imagine they do

Tentative hands reach out to them

He feels the fabric against his fingertips, and he’s reminded of the way your skin had felt against his knuckles when he’d stroked over your leg

He can’t do it, he realizes, he can’t return your underwear

It’s all he has of you

It’s all he can use when he’s aching for you

Would taking the shorts be too far?

In a split-second decision, instead of taking your shorts, he takes another pair of panties that’d been tossed into the hamper

Just like the first pair, he stuffs these in his pockets, then quickly walks out of your room

He’ll return them, he thinks, he’ll definitely return them eventually

He’s just not ready to return them just yet

Thankfully, no one catches him leaving your room

And he’s so, so close to reaching the sanctuary of his own room when, much to his mortification, he hears you calling out to him

He freezes in his tracks, his hand just barely hovering over his doorknob

“Oh, hey Jack, I was looking for you!”

He can barely look you in the eyes as he turns to face you when you approach him, but hopefully, you don’t notice anything suspicious through the cover of his mask

“About the campfire I mentioned—“ you pause, looking at him

It’s like the underwear are burning in his pockets

“Yeah?” he asks, trying not to flinch at how the guilt so obviously seeps through his voice

“I know I said it was supposed to be tonight, but we’re pushing it to tomorrow because it’s raining”

When he doesn’t say anything, because he just doesn’t know what to say, you hesitate

“…Is that alright? Do you still think you’ll join?”

He nods

He feels like a deer in headlights

“A-alright, well… I guess I’ll see you then”

He nods again

You seem to hesitate again, like there’s more you want to tell him

But then you turn and leave

And as soon as you do, he opens the door and quickly closes it shut behind him

He was supposed to return your panties

Not steal another pair

He’s only gone and made things worse yet again

What the fuck is wrong with him?

[sapphic-coded]

I Swear That I Don't Have A Gun

You grew up in Ohio with your father, brother, and sister. Your family was small and strange. Because of that, you were picked on relentlessly at school. Until another weird kid showed up. Her family moved in across the street from you. It wasn't long until the two of you became friends. Your friendship became the light in your life. Until it ended suddenly. Rumors followed your friend's disappearance. Russian spies. You didn't see her again until you crossed paths at work.

Series Masterlist

Natasha Romanoff x fem Reader

Warnings: Imaginary violence. Reader is a messed up assassin and doesn't like recon jobs. Expensive alcohol. Minors DNI.

Word Count: 4.3k

Author's Note: I'm back from vacation and I caught covid. I wrote this whole chapter while I was stuck in quarantine so I apologize if anything doesn't make sense. Thank you again for the endless love you have shown this series. It's really fun to write and I'm glad you guys enjoy reading it.

Taglist: @natsxwife @iliketozoneout @newawakening9 @natasha-1million @ilovemcuff @beholdagaywriter

Chapter Four: Between Fact And Fiction, Which One Of Us Changed?

Mount Vernon, Ohio – 1992

The bark was rough against your hands as your foot found purchase against a sturdy gnarl. You reached for the thick branch above and dug your fingers into the familiar wood. It took hardly a minute to pull yourself up onto the branch. Your movement was fluid. Practiced. You have climbed this tree more times than you can count. You settled onto the thick branch, and it held your weight with ease. The branch you sat on was nearly as high as the roof of your house. It afforded you the best view of your small neighborhood. 

You looked down and found Nat confidently scaling up the tree. The moment she was close enough, you leaned down and offered your hand. Her hand wrapped around yours and you helped pull her up onto the branch with you. Your legs swung lazily as she sat down next to you. The sun had already begun its descent towards the treeline, and you felt nothing but raw excitement for the approaching weekend. Your father was wrapped up in communications with his past self and had made it clear that he was not to be bothered. Which left a whole weekend free to do whatever you wanted. No hunting trips. No extracurricular activities. Just two whole days of sweet freedom. 

Nat swung her backpack around, pulled out something, and then leaned her bag against the trunk of the tree. She held out something in a long, thin shiny packaging towards you. Your eyes widened, and your smile grew at what was unmistakably a delicious fruit roll-up. You took it and immediately tore open the wrapper. You ripped off a bite with your teeth and chewed on the sweet snack happily. 

“Your parents are way cooler than my father,” you said before you ripped off another bite with your teeth. 

Nat smiled and shook her head as she opened up the wrapper. “My mom says this stuff will rot your teeth. Ashley had a bunch of these with her at school today. I traded a yoo-hoo for these.”

You didn’t know who Ashley was. Her face in your mind was a blend of every other face you passed in the hallways. 

“You said your Dad had company?” Nat asked as she ripped off a piece of her fruit roll-up. 

You followed her gaze to your driveway that was largely empty except for your father’s station wagon. “He does. It’s one of his past selves. He doesn’t know when. They keep changing their story.” As you took another bite, the front door of your house opened and your brother and sister walked out. Your brother was dressed in one of his nicer black suits while your sister wore a black slip dress over a brown and black striped T-shirt. As they made their way down the driveway, another car turned onto the street and pulled up in front of your house. You didn’t recognize any of the other teens in the car, but they all looked to be either around your brother’s age or older. 

You chewed on your snack as you watched your siblings climb into the car and drive off. You had no idea if your brother ever worked up the courage to ask Sadie to the dance. Ever since you met Nat, most of your free time has been spent hanging out with your friend. Not that your siblings seemed to mind. In fact, they both seemed to like Nat when they crossed paths with you two the other day. 

“My Dad wants to pull out our grill one last time for the season,” Nat said as she ripped off another piece of her fruit roll-up. “You should come by tomorrow. My parents want to meet you.” 

You looked over at Nat. You knew exactly what your father would say if you asked him if you could go. He wouldn’t just say no. He’d find a way to make sure that such an opportunity would never come your way again. He tolerated your newfound friendship with Nat because it made you look normal. It kept up appearances. But going any deeper than that could turn a stroke of luck into a potential problem. 

You knew all of this, yet you didn’t feel fear as you settled on your answer. Your father would find out. It was pointless to hide anything from him. But whatever punishment he would dish out felt shallow. Your thoughts were anchored on Nat, and how nice it felt to be around her. She offered no judgment whenever you mentioned your family. She could have left you once the other kids told her how weird you were. But she stayed by your side. 

So you said, “Okay.” And all you could think about was spending your free weekend with your friend.

Stockholm – 2010

As the car pulls to a stop, your father hands you a folded piece of pale, yellow scrap paper. 

“Call your brother,” he says as you unfold the piece of paper. Scratched in quick strokes of black ink is a phone number. “He wants to talk to you.” 

You fold the piece of scrap paper in half and look over at your father. He is dressed in a black tuxedo suit with matching polished black shoes. His black hair is combed back from his face and in the dim light of the car, it is nearly impossible to see the faint white streaks peppered throughout. The smell of his cologne hangs heavy between you two. 

“Why?” you ask. 

“He did not wish to discuss his reasoning with me,” your father replies. “He insisted on talking with you.”

You shrug and sit back in the cushioned leather seat. “Then I’ll call him later.”

“No,” your father’s reply is calculated and sharp. You imagine him standing above you and barking orders in that same tone of voice. Go. Fight. Run. Kill. “You will call him now. This is a very important night. We cannot afford another mistake like Amsterdam.”

You roll your eyes. “When will you stop with that? I did the job.” 

“I will stop when you stop distracting yourself with that spy,” your father snaps. 

You shift around in your seat so you can face your father fully. “First, you have no proof that she was ever a Russian spy.”

“I have mountains of evidence, Y/N,” your father is quick to argue. “You just won’t listen.”

“Second,” you continue as if your father didn’t say anything, “she is not a distraction. Every job you have given me since Amsterdam I have completed. Even the ones that draw her out.”

Your father shifts around in his seat to face you fully as well. He points his finger at you. “That is it. Right there. You have just admitted it. You are drawing her out.” 

“I am not.”

“She is a distraction,” your father presses. “What do you think will happen once she has you right where she wants you?”

You laugh and roll your eyes again. “It’s not like that. We are just talking.” 

“She is your enemy, Y/N.” 

You shift back into your seat and stare ahead at the tinted window partition that separates the front of the car from the back. You fold your arms in front of your chest as you bite back the same old retort. It has been a little over a month since Amsterdam, and just about three weeks since London. You’ve done three more jobs since, and she hasn’t shown up at a single one. The disappointment you’ve been carrying around is crushing. You thought she was starting to get close. You thought she had finally picked up your trail. But you were wrong, and you hated the growing silence between the two of you. 

You hear your father shift back into his seat next to you. You don’t know how else to explain to your father that your conversations with her are not distractions. You have argued your point so many times, but he doesn’t listen. But if the past three jobs were anything to go by, he won’t have to worry about her for much longer. If she lost your trail, then only luck would put her back in front of you. You can feel your frustration beginning to resurface. There was still so much left unsaid. You were hoping for at least one more conversation. 

“Call your brother so we can carry on with our night,” your father says. 

You unbuckle your seatbelt and open the car door. You step out onto a quiet sidewalk lit by the white glow of the streetlamp. The black Lexus you and your father have been riding in idles as you shut the door behind you. You make your way over to the payphone and dial the number written on the piece of scrap paper. As you wait for an answer, your hand dips into the pocket of your navy blue suit jacket. Your father had instructed you to dress up for tonight, so you had selected one of your favorite suits. Your suit jacket remains unbuttoned and reveals the white satin blouse beneath that scoops down towards your breasts. Your matching navy blue trousers run down the lengths of your legs and end at your black oxford shoes. 

“Hello?” your brother’s voice speaks through the receiver. 

You turn your back to the idling Lexus. “Hi.” You can hear your brother’s sigh.

“Y/N,” he says. “It’s good to hear from you. How have you been?” 

You shrug despite the fact that your brother cannot see it. You look down and kick a small pebble further down the sidewalk. “Fine. Work keeps me busy. You?” 

“Same,” your brother replies. “Long hours. Little sleep. Living off the vending machines whenever I’m not home.” 

“That sounds terrible,” you say. 

“It’s better than working for Dad,” your brother says.

You look over your shoulder towards the black Lexus for a moment. “Yeah…well…you do what you’re good at, and I do what I’m good at.” 

“Y/N–”

“Why did you want to talk?” you cut in. 

Your brother lets out another sigh. “I had a visitor last night.”

You look back down towards the sidewalk and spot another tiny pebble. You kick that one further down the sidewalk. 

“Your friend from Ohio.”

Your gaze snaps up and lands on the phone. Your grip on the receiver tightens as your heart starts to beat faster. 

“I’m pretty sure you know who I’m talking about since she mentioned running into you earlier,” your brother says. 

“She found you?” It’s the only question you can think of. Your mind is racing so fast. 

“I’m not that hard to find,” your brother replies. “It’s you she’s trying to find.”

Your free hand comes up and you press the palm of your hand against your forehead. You can’t fight back the smile that curls your lips. She’s trying to find you. And she’s closer now. It won’t be just luck that drops her back into your life. Just a matter of time. You can hardly wait. 

“She knows about your work,” your brother says. 

Your smile grows as you close your eyes. “What did she say?”

“That you’re really good,” he answers. 

You wonder how much she knows. Does she only know about your jobs in Amsterdam and London? “High praise from the dearly departed.” 

“Yeah, I…I’m sorry,” he replies. “I was just as confused about what happened. I just saw Dad twisting it into another one of his crazy theories and I…” 

Suddenly you’re back in Ohio standing in your front yard. The house across the street that once radiated an irresistible warmth stands cold and empty. Trapped in your small body, you feel numb. You don’t understand. 

“...I didn’t want him to hurt you more,” your brother’s words lead you back to the payphone. You open your eyes. “So I told you what I thought would give you the most closure.”

You run your fingers down the length of the phone cord. There’s something you want to say to your brother that has nothing to do with friends coming back from an assumed death. But you don’t know how to say it. So you stand there in silence.  

“We need to meet. All three of us.”

You blink and your brow furrows. “Why?”

“Because whatever Dad has you doing is more than just contract work,” he replies. “Your friend seems to think that your past jobs are all connected to something bigger. And knowing Dad, she wouldn’t be wrong.” 

You glance back at the black Lexus. “What else did she say?” 

“That she’s going to find you.” 

You wonder what she was wearing when she spoke with your brother. 

“Y/N, this is serious.”

You shake your head. “Fine. I’ll call you when I’m back at my place.” You say your goodbyes and hang up the phone. You tuck your brother’s phone number into your pocket and return to the car. The moment you settle back into your seat and shut the door, the car starts moving. 

The drive to your destination is not long. In less than an hour the car rolls up the driveway of a large luxurious mansion. The night air is cool when you step out of the car. The mansion’s large glass windows shine from the lights within. The quiet of the surrounding trees and gardens scattered throughout the estate reminds you of the peaceful quiet of your little cabin tucked far away. 

Your father’s orders are simple and straightforward. You are attending a party hosted by your father’s very important clients. Dine. Drink. Have fun. Don’t do anything else unless he tells you. You don’t argue. While you don’t care about these clients, you don’t mind entertaining yourself on their dime. 

The mansion is warm and bright when you enter. The sound of jazz music mixes with the lively hum of voices as you take in the sight of so many people all dressed in their finest suits and gowns. You don’t recognize any of them. Perhaps you should. These are all important people. People with some sliver of power. Certainly these people are probably CEOs or politicians or other important leaders. You wonder, as you casually walk further into the mansion, whether or not you’ve killed for these people before. 

The thought amuses you so much that you decide to make up stories for each stranger you pass. You had long left your father to mingle with his clients as you passed by two happy couples laughing at some joke. Your own lips lift into a smile despite not knowing what exactly they were laughing about. You just imagine shoving their old lovers, flames of passion long since burned out, off the roof of a mansion. Both couples looked like they owned mansions like this one. You imagine standing on the roof’s edge and looking down. You struggle to decide how strangely their bodies would break upon landing. It’s a hole in your imagination, but you are certain about the ring of blood that would surround the bodies. 

You swipe a glass of champagne from a passing waiter. You take a sip as you enter a much larger room. Off in the corner, a live jazz band is playing while more rich strangers mingle amongst each other. You spot a group of six gentlemen standing underneath a large abstract painting. As they talk, you imagine crushing the head of their rival beneath the sole of your boot. The rival’s scream would be terribly short lived and replaced with the crunch of breaking bone. You finish off your champagne and exchange your empty glass for another when another waiter passes. You also snatch up a fancy looking appetizer that tastes of a lovely blend of cheeses. 

You sip on your second glass of champagne as you wander around the crowded room. Your fantasies about these strangers fuels you. Barely an hour passes and you have imagined killing so many people. You can’t decide which fantasy is your favorite. You are torn between running over a sheriff with a tank or smothering an ex-lover in their bed. Both fantasies have an alluring thrill to them. You are starting to lean more towards the tank when one of the waiters stops next to you with a silver tray full of more drinks.   

“Would you like a new drink?” 

You abandon your fantasies the moment her voice reaches your ear. You look to your right. Standing next to you is Nat. She is dressed like all the other waiters roaming the busy rooms. Her white collared, button up shirt is nicely pressed and barren of a single blemish. The black vest she wears over her shirt is also without a single wrinkle. Black trousers cover the legs you remember straddling you back in Amsterdam. Her red hair is pulled back into another intricate braid that you are starting to adore. 

You look down at the empty champagne glass in your hand. The light chattering of all the other guests does not falter. The band continues to play. You feel the same rush from London warming every inch of you. Your earlier worries suddenly seem so humorous. You thought you had run too far ahead. You thought you knew what to do after hanging up the phone with your brother. Slow down. Give her time to catch up. 

But she has already caught up to you. 

And you can hardly contain your happiness. 

Your smile returns when your gaze lifts to meet her stare. “I’d love one.” You set your empty champagne glass onto the silver tray she is holding, and grab a fresh one. 

“Are you enjoying yourself?” she asks. 

You take a sip of your third glass of champagne. “I am now that I have better company.” You gesture to the full glasses on the tray. “You should have some. It’s not very good, but it tastes expensive.” 

She turns slightly. “I’m working.” 

That’s hardly a surprise. If it’s not you working then it’s her. If she’s not working then you never see her. “When do you get off?” 

She doesn’t answer you, and you think you see a hint of a smile on her face, but another guest snatches away her attention before you can know for sure. You watch as she leaves and approaches the guest who called her over. The guest grabs two glasses of champagne before she walks off. You don’t follow. You stand there, sipping on your champagne, and watch. Every thought in your head is screaming for you to go after her. You still have so many questions. You still crave that blissful high you feel when it is just the two of you. You watch as she makes her way through the mingling guests. You finish your champagne the moment you see her disappear into another room. She shuts the door behind her and you can feel your palms start to sweat again. You know what this is. The invitation is blatantly clear. 

Your gaze sweeps around the gathered guests. You don’t see your father anywhere. Probably off talking to even more important clients. Perfect. You dump your glass onto the tray of another passing waiter as you cut through the crowd. Nobody else goes near the door as you get close. You turn and take one more look around at the busy party. Still no sign of your father. Just more strangers. You turn the doorknob, push open the door, and step into the room. 

This room is much smaller and not as brightly lit as the others. It looks to be some kind of entertaining room that only old wealth would have. In the middle of the room is a large wooden round table with eight dark brown leather armchairs surrounding it. Sitting on top of the table was the silver tray still full of drinks. Off on the right hand side of the room is an empty fireplace. To the left is a small bar where you find Nat. 

The door clicks shut behind you and muffles the noise of the party. You make your way to the table and settle into the armchair closest to the silver tray. “Are there any more of those fancy pigs in a blanket back there?” You grab a new glass off the tray and look over towards Nat. 

She turns around to face you. In her hands is a bottle of whiskey and two tumbler glasses. “No, but I think I found something better.” 

You smile as Nat sets the bottle and glasses down on the table. As she sits down in the armchair next to you, you reach forward and grab the bottle of whiskey. You examine the fancy label. “These people are always the same. They feed everyone the bad stuff and keep the good stuff for themselves.” You lift your champagne glass to your lips, tilt your head back, and finish the champagne in one greedy drink. You set the empty glass aside and reach for the two tumbler glasses. “I thought you were working.” 

“I am,” she replies. “I’m on break.” 

You open the bottle of whiskey. “Fun job?” 

She shrugs. “Recon.” 

You pour the whiskey into the two tumbler glasses. “I was never much of a fan of those jobs. Made the days feel long. I prefer keeping busy.” You set the whiskey bottle down before pushing one of the glasses towards Nat. She is watching you, and you love it. “But at least you have entertainment and good company. I spent my last recon job in a bunker.” Your smile drops a little at the memory. 

Her head tilts a little to the side. “The Idaho job?” 

You are about to pick up your glass, but stop. Your gaze had dropped to the fancy amber liquid. You try to remember when you had taken that job. It felt like a lifetime ago, but it couldn’t have been that long after your eighteenth birthday. That’s when you found your ‘groove’. When you had finally beat out the last bit of you that flinched every time you pulled the trigger. Your smile returns when you meet her olive green eyes again. How far back did she dig? Your fingers curl around the glass. “Two weeks spent in a place that smelled like piss and sweat. It’s hard to maintain your cover when you want to gag every time one of them goes near you.” 

“But you did,” she says as you lift the glass to your lips and take a drink of the whiskey. The smooth nutty taste washes over your tongue. “I doubt Hickman would have kept his back to you if he didn’t trust you.” 

The whiskey burns pleasantly as it goes down your throat. “Someone has done their research.” The memories of the Idaho job are still fuzzy, but you remember the weight of the shotgun in your hands. You remember the satisfaction you felt seeing Hickman’s body jerk forward from the deafening blast. The smell of gunpowder. The pieces of his head sticking to his desk. You lean forward and rest your arms on the table as you take another sip of your whiskey. “What do you think?” 

She doesn’t answer right away. Your heart is beating against your chest as you wait. You don’t exactly know what you want to hear from her. You just hope that it isn’t disgust. You have tasted bitter disappointment so often these past few weeks. You can’t take much more of it. 

“I think you’re really good,” she says. 

As your heart soars, you see a kind of sadness in her eyes that you don’t understand. 

“You have a very specific skill set.” 

Your smile grows as you lean back into the armchair. You hold your glass of whiskey in your hand. Her gaze never wanders from yours, and you don’t see any telltale signs of fear. It’s so common among all the people you meet when they realize what you are. But she’s not afraid. She doesn’t even look angry. It fills you with so much hope. It’s almost perfect. You just don’t understand why she looks sad. 

“Thanks for the compliment, Nat,” you say before you finish your whiskey. “I’m so glad you’re not dead. I missed having someone normal to talk to.” You see a flash of a smile cross her face. “We still need to catch up when we’re not doing all of…” you raised your arm and gestured with your hand towards the door. “...this. When are you free next?” 

“If you come with me, we’ll have plenty of time to catch up tonight,” she replies. 

“Tempting,” you say. “But I have a prior commitment I can’t miss. A family thing.” You stand up and set your empty glass down on the table. “But I’ll reach out after.” You turn and start towards the door. When you reach the door, you reach for the doorknob but stop. You turn and find Nat still sitting at the table. “Next time let’s do coffee.”

Her smile returns. It’s small, but it fills you with so much warmth. “That would be nice.”

Your hand falls upon the doorknob and when the door cracks open, the noise of the party spills into the room. You step out and back into the mingling crowd of guests. You allow your feet to carry you across the room as your mind begins laying the foundation of your next meeting with Nat. You end up so lost in your thoughts that you don’t notice your father until he is walking up to you with the proudest smile you’ve ever seen on his face. 

His hand settles heavily on your shoulder. “We’re almost there, Y/N.”

[yourreality-mp3]

Obviously, Yuri is a very shy person and Natsuki is a very outspoken person and they have clashing views or at least...they used to.

Their views used to clash and they'd get into very messy fights, one evening, after club, even nearly escalating to physical with Yuri getting so uncharacteristically upset that she bashed her fists down on a desk and shockingly, startled Natsuki into complete silence.

"Story Telling." - A Natsuri (Natsuki x Yuri) fanfic by yourreality-mp3

Part 1- "Conflict."

(Before the masterlist comes out, to read more; go to my blog and press on the tag "story telling" it will lead you to every part)

Both girls froze immediately until Natsuki gradually broke down crying and yelled for Yuri to leave her alone. Scared but not wanting to escalate things any further, Yuri did as she was asked and walked around the second floor of the school for about 10 minutes, overthinking and afraid that she had caused some terrible downfall to the club and that she hurt Natsuki.

Calming from her panicked state, she slowly opened the club room door and seen Natsuki hunched over with the quiet sound of her sobbing resounding in the room. "Natsuki?" Yuri slowly stepped toward her and got on her knees, "Is it okay if I-" Yuri began to ask, hands stopping just before reaching Natsuki's shoulders, Natsuki reluctantly nods and so, Yuri places her hands on the crumpled up Natsuki's shoulders. Natsuki's balled fists of anger and sadness uncurled as she moved herself to sit up on her knees.

"I'm fine." Natsuki spoke shakily, cold tears being wiped by Yuri's long fingers. "I'm sor-" Yuri went to apologize but Natsuki just shook her head slowly. "It's okay. It's my fault anyway." Natsuki's body shuffles and she rests her hands on her face, "I was stupid to have broken down in the first place." Her voice seemed to be getting more clear.

"You also don't need to help me, I don't need anyone's help." Natsuki slowly rose up and walked toward a window, wiping her cheek stained with tears and taking a breath, Yuri slowly followed. "You know," Yuri rubs her arm, "It's okay to want help." Yuri walks toward her slowly, Natsuki seems to ponder.

"I don't..." Natsuki's eyes water and she grips the window cill. "Fine!" She shouts, trying to avoid the tears that are already falling, "Fine." She repeats, somberly. Yuri makes her way to Natsuki's side and they stare out the window at the golden setting sun. "It's getting late." Yuri comments, Natsuki nods.

"I don't really want to talk about it just yet." Natsuki rubs her arm, feeling the several bandaids underneath her uniform, at one point feeling at a bruise and wincing. "That's okay." Yuri says, "It's hard to want to talk about something that hurts you, especially if you've never said anything about it before." Neither of the girls look at each other but Natsuki reluctantly hits her pinky against Yuris' and they interlock.

Before the doors to the school locked, the two girls exited with their pinkies interlocked. "I don't really want to head home too quickly." Natsuki mentioned after a long bout of silence. "Let's take the scenic route then." Yuri began to walk Natsuki through the bushy path that led to a park filled with beautiful large trees and a garden filled with flowers. It was beautiful at this time in the evening and it was a place that Yuri would visit frequently and it always managed to calm her nerves.

Yuri brought Natsuki to a bench and they both sat, "Did you bring a book you haven't read yet?" Yuri asked, fishing around her bag for the 4th installment in a book series she was passionate about. "Nah, I've read practically my whole collection." Natsuki puts her bag on her lap and opens it, "That's what makes me a pro manga connoisseur!" She giggles triumphantly and Yuri smiles gently at the sight of her acting like her usual self and even blushes a bit at Natsuki's use of a word she'd clearly learnt from Yuri.

"But reading the same stuff is kinda bumming me out." Natsuki adds, Yuri thinks for a moment before remembering how Sayori left all her notes in the first volume of the book series Yuri was about to read the 4th volume for and digs in her bag, "I know it's probably very boring to you but I have the first book of my series if you want to read that." Yuri fishes it out and rests it on her lap.

Natsuki looks down at the dusty old novel filled with coloured sticky notes and cringes at it, knowing it'll be too much for her to really want to grasp but then she thought of something. "If I read that, you have to read the first edition of my favourite manga." Natsuki, in turn, fishes around in her own bag and pulls out the first manga in a set; the cover has cute girls in cute outfits, all of it is amazingly eye catching and pastel and it's a little bit intimidating to Yuri at first glance but they both take each other's books.

"Crap!" Natsuki's phone rings and she quickly pulls it from her pocket, breaking Yuri's sudden immersion in the manga and snapping her attention to the other girl. Natsuki walks away, talking into the phone for a minute and then coming back, "I have to head home now." Yuri nods and they both silently put each other's books into their respective bags to continue reading them at home. They each have their bags swung over a shoulder and their pinkies interlocked again as they walk.

About 20 minutes later, they've made it just a block away from Natsuki's place and suddenly, Natsuki wraps her arms around Yuri, "Y-you really should ask before doing touching someone without permission!" Yuri yelps out, but slowly puts her arms around Natsuki and that moment of shock fades. "Thanks." Natsuki mumbles, "Of course." Yuri replies, still timid and just as fast as Natsuki's warm arms were around Yuri, they were gone, leaving Yuri a little dazed as she watched the other girl walk down the sidewalk.

"I'll kill you if a single page gets bent!" Natsuki yells, making Yuri blink and then she realizes Natsuki's manga was still in her bag and reaches out her arm to give it back but then, she stops herself and walks home...

Could this be the start of a budding friendship? Or maybe even, a budding romance?! Find out more next time when the chapters release!

[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

PURLY FLUFF ANYTHING PLEASE!!!

Workin' On A Project

A/N: This was pretty self-indulgent, so I'm gonna put these two together and hope that y'all enjoy this as much as I did. I really love writing these two and look forward to being able to write for them more often in the future! If you a smidge of Tarry at the end...well maybe you see something, maybe you don't. Who knows?

Pony shuffled his feet, waiting for the door to the Shepard house to open. He squeezed the strap to his backpack, tossed haphazardly over his shoulder and filled with everything he’d need for the History project, and looked down at the porch. The sound of muffled yelling and footsteps came from inside and Pony looked up as the door began to open, only to be met with Tim Shepard instead of Curly.

Tim raised an unamused brow and leaned up against the door frame, looking over Ponyboy through the screen door. He took a long drag of his cigarette. “You want something, Curtis?”

Pony cleared his throat and spun a little to show Tim his backpack. “Curly and I got a project to work on. He said I could come over today and we’d work on it.”

“He said that?” Tim echoed in a mocking tone, blinking owlishly and not moving from the doorway. “Well, shoot, I guess if Curly said so.”

“Tim! I said I’d get it!”

Curly’s voice was accompanied by his footsteps thundering down the stairs and he came into view only a moment later, with bare feet and ungreased hair, shoving his brother away from the front door and opening the screen door. Tim muttered something in Spanish Pony couldn’t quite catch before he walked away and Curly snapped back in Spanish as he dragged Pony inside by his sleeve.

“If now’s a bad time,” Pony started, looking between Curly and Tim’s retreating figure, “I can come back later or we can just work on this at school.”

“It ain’t a bad time, Tim’s just being an’ asshole,” Curly said. He raised his voice at the end and Pony could hear Tim muttering quietly as Curly pulled him toward the staircase.

Curly went up first, keeping one hand on Ponyboy’s sleeve as he led him upstairs, taking the familiar path back to his bedroom. The Shepard house wasn’t big by any stretch of the imagination, none of the houses in greaser neighborhoods were, but it had two floors and three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a big living room. Angela had her own room, but the two boys shared a bedroom, all three of them choosing to avoid their parents’ old room.

Angela’s door was closed as Curly tugged Pony along, but Curly gave three sharp raps anyway and Angela shouted out something else in Spanish that Pony didn’t catch.

“Why can't y'all ever talk in English? Do you have to talk in Spanish all the time?” Pony muttered as he pulled away from Curly’s grip and adjusted his backpack over his shoulders.

Curly grinned wolfishly. “Por supuesto, muñeco. Es mas divertido.”

Ponyboy rolled his eyes. Curly, undeterred, continued down the hallway and pushed open his bedroom door, ducking inside without waiting for Pony. The youngest Curtis followed anyway and shook his head as Curly flopped down onto his bed. Pony took a seat on the floor and tugged out his textbooks, spreading them out on the floor in front of himself.

“What are you doin’?” Curly asked from above him.

“Gettin’ our project stuff together,” Ponyboy reminded without looking back. “It’s due by the end of the week and it’s already Tuesday.”

Curly’s fingers brushed over the side of Ponyboy’s neck and he only jumped a little bit, startled by the gentle touch as he glanced back at the greaser to find him smirking.

“You didn’t think I invited you over to really work on that project, did you, Ponybabe?”

Of course not. Ponyboy wasn’t that stupid. But this project had to get done and Ponyboy was going to get it done, regardless of whether or not Curly helped out. He batted away Curly’s hand as the hood started to trace the shell of his ear and began to flip through the bulky history textbook.

“We’ve gotta read these pages,” Ponyboy said pointedly, tapping at the assigned passages and reaching for his notebook. “Then we gotta answer all the questions she put up on the board. You remember those?”

“You’re jokin’.”

“She talked about ‘em for twenty minutes, Curls, you’re tellin’ me you don’t remember them?”

“I remember you were wearin’ that one green shirt you got, made your eyes look greener than they normally do.”

“Shut up.”

“What? I’m tellin’ you what I remember!”

Ponyboy sighed and pulled his textbook closer. He scanned the two pages quickly before scrawling his name across the top of a fresh page in his notebook.

“You’re not gonna add my name?” Curly asked, poking at the back of Ponyboy’s head.

“Are you gonna keep botherin’ me?”

Curly huffed and withdrew his hand. Ponyboy waited a moment before adding Curly’s name to the header.

They sat in silence for a minute, Pony starting to answer the questions they’d been assigned and Curly staring at the ceiling, sprawled out in his bed. The peace only lasted a minute. Curly ran his fingers over Pony’s neck again and toyed with the collar of his shirt, slipping his fingers beneath it and reaching for Pony’s collarbones.

“Curly,” Pony chided, shoving the middle Shepard’s hand away. “We’re workin’ on the project.”

“You’re workin’ on the project,” Curly corrected. He slid his hand back and brushed his thumb over the spot beneath Pony’s ear, nudging at his chin. “I’m workin’ on gettin’ you up here with me.”

Ponyboy, to his credit, kept back the shudder of excitement as Curly tipped his head back, forcing Ponyboy to turn and face him. Dark cobalt met green-gray and Curly smiled, lazy and pleased.

“You wanna sit up here with me?” Curly offered, running his thumb back and forth over Pony’s jaw rhythmically. “We can work on that project later.”

“Your sister’s across the hall,” Pony murmured. He didn’t pull away. “Your brother’s downstairs.”

Curly raised his eyebrow and Pony realized just how similar he and his brother looked. “And?”

“They already don’t like me, Curly, you know that. I don’t need to give them anythin’ else to hate me for.”

Squeezing Pony’s chin once, Curly let go and shifted on the bed. “Get up here, ya idiot.”

Pony did as he was told. As he stood, Curly shifted to sit up against the headboard, leaving plenty of space for Ponyboy to take a seat. Pony sat by Curly’s feet, but after one look at the pouty look on Curly’s face, checked that the door was closed before sliding into the hood’s lap.

“Better,” Curly murmured. He reached up and cupped Pony’s face in his hands before pulling Ponyboy down into an uncharacteristically sweet kiss. Pony’s hands found Curly’s middle, resting over his stomach as he leaned into the kiss. When they broke apart, Curly gave Pony’s jaw another soft squeeze. “My brother an’ sister like you just fine, I promise you.”

“They got a funny way of showing it,” Pony mumbled. He tipped his face into Curly’s hands, pressing a kiss to the hood’s palm.

“They’re funny people,” Curly replied easily. “They don’t hate you. Honest.”

Ponyboy let out a small huff and closed his eyes for a moment, tucking his nose to the warm inside of Curly’s hand. He stayed there, breathing gently before he opened his eyes again and glanced at Curly through his eyelashes.

“Pony,” Curly whispered, voice low and soft. “For somebody who’s been actin’ like he don’t wanna do nothin’ with me, you’re lookin’ at me like you really wanna do somethin’.”

With a quiet laugh, Ponyboy leaned in to give Curly another kiss.

An hour or two later, as it was getting close to dinner time, Ponyboy pulled himself away from Curly, causing the hood to let out a bothered whine. While they had spent the majority of their time in Curly’s bed, exchanging kisses and holding onto each other, Ponyboy had managed to get the majority of the project done. After bribing Curly with a few kisses, the hood allowed Ponyboy to continue working on the history assignment, provided that Curly could hold onto him and press the occasional kiss to his neck.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Curly asked as Pony climbed out of his bed. Curly’s voice was rough and he blinked in confusion as Pony started to shove the books on the floor back into his backpack.

“Home, Curls,” Ponyboy replied in an equally rough voice. “Darry wants me home by dinner and I don’t wanna get screamed at for comin’ home late.”

“You want me to walk you home?” Curly asked, pushing up onto his elbows and swinging his legs off the bed.

Pony shook his head and swung his backpack over his shoulder, eyes scanning the floor to make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything. “You don’t have to. Wouldn’t want you gettin’ jumped on the way back cause it’ll probably be dark by then. Ain’t like I got to walk far anyway, we only live a few blocks over.”

Curly flashed a smug smile. “Anybody who tries jumpin’ me’ll get exactly what they deserve.”

Snorting, Pony pushed weakly at Curly’s chest, smiling when the hood flopped dramatically onto his back. “Easy, killer. I’ll be fine. I’ll see you tomorrow at school, alright?”

“Alright,” Curly replied, smiling back. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Pony bent to give him one more quick kiss before he turned to leave, waving quickly before slipping into the hallway and hopping down the stairs. He headed for the door, shifting his backpack over his shoulder when Tim’s voice sounded from somewhere out of sight.

“Curtis, hold up.”

Not having a death wish, Ponyboy stopped and turned, looking for the eldest Shepard. Tim appeared in the doorway to the kitchen, another cigarette between his lips.

“Yeah?”

“Do me a favor, kid,” Tim said, blowing smoke out from the corner of his mouth.

“Yeah?”

“Next time you come over, bring your brother.”

Pony blinked. “Which- which one?”

Tim huffed a laugh and rolled his eyes like the answer to Pony’s question was obvious. “The big one.”

“Darry?” Ponyboy asked. “Why?”

“Doesn’t matter.” Tim took another long drag of his cigarette. “Now get outta here ‘fore that brother o’ yours comes down here lookin’ for you.”

Pony nodded jerkily and continued to go for the door, closing the heavy one behind him and letting the screen door slam shut on top of that. Whatever was going on between Tim and Dare…Pony didn’t want to know. He shook the thought from his head and started down the sidewalk, heading for home.

[danytrun]

Part 1 of my stupid little story 🤭

Anyways, I'm new to it, so any criticism is very appreciated!

I tried to make this as realistic as possible? Like, how the real Bullworth would be like to a new kid?? And it's not anything extraordinary, the main character is basically a nobody. I'm not sure if that makes the story boring or not, but that's how i wanted it to be 🥰

(I don't know how to start this so just scroll down and enjoyyy 🫶)

I practically jumped out of my bed at the sound of my alarm, comically letting out a yelp. I sat up, slamming the 'stop' button on my alarm clock, silencing the annoying ring. With a quiet sight, I ran my hands over my face, my pale skin stretching a little before snapping back in place when I dropped my hands onto the bed. I stared at the my dangling legs for a second, feeling like I just ran through hell and back. Though, I had to end my self pity moment quickly, getting up for the first day at Bullworth Academy.

As if my mom finding another boyfriend wasn't enough, they moved in together and sent me to a new school. I heard the place was filled with lunatics and maniacs, it didn't set a good impression. I had to spit out the thought with the toothpaste, before taking a sip water to cleanse my mouth out.

It was a boarding school, I knew that, and my mother said it was the only school close enough for me to walk to. She was obviously just too lazy to drive me there.

The sound of Grace's, my mother's, voice startled me out of my state, and I snapped my head towards the sound. "Danny! Come eat!" I quickly pulled on the AC/DC shirt over my other long-sleeved shirt and ran out of my room, slamming the door behind me.

When I got to the kitchen, I slumped down onto the chair, my brown eyes focusing on Steve, my precious brother. He had to move aswell, leaving his greaser gang behind in Texas.

Though, before he could command me to not oggle at him, I turned to the cereal in front of me, stuffing my face with fruitloops.

I knew that Steve didn't like me, so I didn't bug him. But no-one actually like me. I was a nobody at my previous school and I bet I will be a nothing in this school. And that didn't sound bad. I won't have people pestering me around. I would live a calm life, I hoped so.

"Now hurry, Danny." Grace smiled at me warmly, leaving a small peck on my cheek. "I'll visit you next month, honey" With those words, she straightened up, her hands leaving my shoulders. I nodded and stepped out of the house, taking a breath of fresh air. My digits instinctively went down into my pockets and I loosely followed Steve to school. He made sure that he didn't want to walk with me.

I stared at the ground as I walked, trying to avoid everyone and everything as I approached the school. When I finally lifted my innocent gaze towards the school gate, I was instead greeted with Steve, looking down at me with one of his signature glares. His brown eyes were pointed directly at me, and his gaze could burn a hole in paper if he tried hard enough. It scared me a little, but I just stared up, waiting for something, anything to happen.

"You won't talk to me, look at me or even breathe near me, you hear me?" He growled out, making me lean back a little. "I don't want you ruining my first impression."

I nodded almost instantly, my eyes widely staring at his facial expression when he spoke. With that nod, he stood up and flashed me one last look before stepping into the school.

I just stood there for a second, the gears in my head turning as I proccesed what just happened. After a minute, I shook my head and stepped towards the school again. That was ususal by now.

Peeking through the gate slightly, I cleared the coast and stepped in. My pace quickened towards the school building.

It looked fine from the outside. The school paths were fine to walk on, and more greenery than I expected. Trees, grass, bushes. All that stuff.

As soon as I passed the students of the school, I focused on getting into the school. I pushed the school doors open. I felt like I was a fish out of water in here. Though, before I could get to the principal's office, someone bloked my way.

I turned my head away from the stairs that led upwards and blinked a few times at the two boys in front of me. "Hey, new kid." The blonde one greeted me, crossing his arms over his chest. As much as I wanted it to feel friendly, it didn't. "Empty those rich pockets of yours." The other one barked out, looking like a feral dog with that messy orange hair and dirty Bullworth uniform.

An instant paranoid look crossed my face and I squirmed in my place. "I... uh.." I stuttered, swallowing the lump in my throat.

I didn't say anything, but I guess they took my simple 'uhh' as a challenge. The blonde one grabbed the collar of my shirt, making me rise onto the tip of my toes. "I know you have some money for us." His tone was threatening, and I couldn't help but comly.

As soon as I started scrambling with my pockets, he let me go. I took out a ten dollar bill, offering it to them, obviously frightened. My arm shook as the bill was snatched from my hand and firmly cheeked by the ginger bully. I looked at him, struggling to stop my eyes from glazing over, but I managed.

"See? It wasn't so hard, now, was it a new kid?" The orange haired kid snickered, smacking me on the shoulder. They exchanged a glance between each other and left, shoving past me to the main school entrance.

I let a breath out I didn't know I was holding, letting my brown eyes follow them as they left. Without second thought, I hurried up the stairs and stopped in front of the principal's office.

Great... I'll have to ask my brother for money now...

[stalkedbytrains]

Beneath the Electric Sky: Chain One Sequence Two: A Series of Minor Crimes

I introduced Io to Seth. There was already some tension there because I think Io realized he fucked up on the ride over.

"I'm Seth. You must be Io."

The pair shook hands.

"You got me," Io said. "You're the partner. Right, well you need someone to get inside and open a door?"

Seth bristled a little bit. It was clear he wanted to introduce himself as my superior or something more haughty and worthy of him.

"And you must be our conman. I'll be keeping my eye on you."

"Don't worry, you've got nothing I want," Io said as he gave himself a small tour of the apartment.

Seth scoffed. "You sure about that?"

"Yeah, I don't give a shit about new tech or whatever it is you're after. I wanted the dumbest, oldest stuff you can find. I was trying to steal a cybertruck."

My partner only got angrier. I quietly congratulated myself on picking the right person to bring in. Io could do the job and do it well, but pissing off Seth was a nice bonus.

Io was a pretty unassuming person. Average height, average build, average everything, which he would probably use to his advantage as not standing out in any significant way was something that could really work in his favor.

"What do you need to do this job?" Seth asked tensely.

"You have a hacker on staff? Because unless things have changed much more drastically than I'm aware of, Synthia certainly can't handle the asks. And no offense, Sep-"

"Seth."

"That's what I said. You don't look like you can hack your way out of this room."

I couldn't help but smile. "I missed you Io."

"Arc! Get in here! We've got a job for you!" Seth yelled.

Io moved next to me so he could conspiratorially whisper to me. "Arc? Really? Bit on the nose with that one don't you think?"

"I've always thought that," I whispered back.

The small in every direction tech walked into the room. If I was thin in a vaguely unhealthy way (I can't help my ultra-enhanced metabolism and the calories required to run this hardware) then Arc was deeply unhealthy. His hair was stringy and all over the place and the electronics poked out of the skin on his face, shoulders, arms, and hands.

He was also Seth's lapdog so I couldn't give a shit what he liked or cared for. He was supposed to do the tech support angle of this little trio and so far he had utterly failed to hold up his side of the job.

"Yeah, what's up?" Arc asked Seth, only looking to him for instruction.

"You're a hacker?" Io asked.

"Yeah, who are you?" Arc countered.

"Someone with a sense of style, Jesus," Io muttered mostly to himself but I heard it and cracked a smile. "I'm the conman. I need you to hack some emails for me."

"Oh, yeah, sure, it's not that this place is tighter than a nuclear waste dump site. I can barely peak at their servers, much less hack an employee's email. The Illuminated Path is next level."

Io rolled his eyes. "Then I suggest you find someone who can hack a single employee's email. It shouldn't be that hard to arrange a phishing scam or something. I thought you people were experts."

"Why the fuck do we need this asshole?" Arc asked indignantly.

"Because you assured me, multiple times, that you couldn't hack any of the security measures around the building, so I got us someone who can get me inside," I snapped at him. "If you can't get Io what he needs then I'm going to find someone else who can help me with this mission and I'll be sure to let Gareth know what dead weight you two have been."

"What do you want?"

Io shrugged. "A couple of back dated emails hiding in someone's folder. Preferably someone high up who is in charge of shipping and receiving. Then some angry emails from them into some subordinate's spam folder about a shipment that is overdue."

"What scam are you pulling?"

"A Trojan horse. I'm going to make a delivery and no one is going to look twice at me because we're playing the angry boss card. Oh and if you can get me a fake manifest and an invoice. Make them look good. If you make them look good enough and I get paid for the delivery then I'll count that towards my fee," Io said.

Arc opened his mouth to say something but Seth cut him off. "Do it."

"Fine. What are we delivering?"

"I'll let you know when we're done stealing it," Io said. "Synthia, let's go steal a truck or two."

"You want me to plant a bunch of emails for something I don't know what it is yet?" Arc asked.

"Well you're the one that said they've got top notch security."

"Synthia, stay with Arc, keep him on task. I'm going with Io," Seth said.

I scoffed. "You think I can keep the keyboard jockey on task? The little fucker never listens to a word I say."

Seth had a look on his face that looked like he tasted ass. Which was his default expression whenever I got my way.

"Fine. Check-in every hour. And we will be listening," Seth threatened.

"Sir, yes sir," I responded, saluting him with my middle finger raised. "Io let's go."

As we turned to leave, I heard Seth tell Arc to get to work, and to start pulling up files on anyone who might be connected to me named Lorelei.

Io was going to pay for that later.

[010·10]

"You work for a bunch of assholes," Io told me as we approached the overnight warehouse for one of the online distributors.

"Yeah I fucking know," I told him as I worked on punching a hole through the electric fence. "And now they know too."

"How the fuck do they know everything?"

"I've got just south of a trillion dollars worth of beyond top of the line technology in me. That kind of money and investment warrants a level of security that cannot be overwritten, ignored, or turned off. Everything I say and do is recorded in excruciating detail."

"Fuck," Io said once I was through the fence. "That's rough."

"Yeah, well. I'm sorry I brought you into this mess," I admitted. "Really. I'm sorry."

Io stopped halfway through the fence. "I truly don't think I've ever heard you apologize for anything."

"New body, new me."

"Well I appreciate seeing you again, getting into shenanigans again. And I'm sorry about before," Io said quietly, as if that would keep the myriad of sensor in me from picking it up. "I'll fix it, I promise."

I couldn't help myself. I shouldn't have been shitty but I had to do it. "I'll believe it when I see it."

After a few minutes of sneaking through the warehouse, dodging drones, and keeping out of sight of the one overnight, overworked, underpaid service worker, we found an access point that gave us manifests for everything being loaded on the trucks in the lot.

"Alright what would be easiest to con some... what are they again?" Io asked.

"Religious cultists and terrorists that are working with extremely illegal and bleeding edge technology. Working in most gene splicing and tech."

"Ah so religious scientists," Io said with as much sarcasm as he could muster. "Love that for them. We're going to need truck... let's see... eh... I think the one in row twelve slot b. Some centrifuges and other medical equipment. Should be helpful."

"Right, what are we standing around here for?"

"Well I'm going to drive, because you are always the worst driver, even now. Just... bad."

"Hey!"

"I also need you to steal me a uniform."

"That would make sense."

Breaking into the locker room and stealing a spare uniform was trivial and I did it in less than two minutes.

In fact, I made it back to Io and the truck he was supposed to be stealing before he had even managed to get the truck open.

"What were you saying about being better than me at this?" I asked.

"I was just waiting on you, the second we drive off things are going to start."

I rolled my eyes and waited for Io to get going. While I had nothing to do I messaged Arc that were were bringing medical equipment, and he should add that to his manifests and hacked emails and stuff.

"Alright we're good to go," Io said as the engine rumbled to life.

"We will be as soon as Arc is done doing his job."

my kofi that hosts early chapters

[tti-anonymousstories]

Program: Bluefire Wilderness Therapy

Record form: Edited journal entry (Edited for clarity, grammar, and spelling)

Approx Date: Feb 9th, 2020

Tw/Cw: Talk of ED, Physical intimidation, Restraint, Me being kind of an ass about ED (Only in the entry never said to her.) [Note written in for story context.] This will be a thread because this story spans multiple days and even weeks. These will be broken up by one post per day/entry.

DAY ONE

‘Today has been eventful, I didn't get out of bed at first and now AX is using it against me, placing blame and- anyway’ 

 [This is how I wrote it when I was 11.]

  ‘EL was stand-in chef but when I came out she said that I had to get the spread stick even though she has been stand-in because the ‘real’ chef was back, so that's my job now. The van got stuck in the mud and we had to push it until the tow truck got here to get it out and we had to walk down the road at Pano with our packs’ 

 [Panorama was one of the sites at Bluefire, it was very flat and spread out with a long path to the dirt road we were going to]

  ‘Once I got there I was the last ‘student’ to get in (Back row, far right seat.) I planned to work on my testing.’

  [It was psych testing- but here I go into a long elaboration of where everyone sat- all you need to know is that AL sat in front of me in a middle seat.] 

 ‘AL was complaining about being in the middle seat because “I do not want to elbow anyone.” Meanwhile, JL is drawing right next to her, not elbowing anyone. She asked me to move over, likely hoping I was zoned out (this would put me in the middle seat and her on the edge) I said no! At this point I was done with her shit- thankfully seniority benefits were gone because she used it to rig the pot schedule so even when she cut her food in half she wouldn't have to clear big pot.’

 [When you didn't eat your food you cleaned big pot.]

 ‘That happened about a week ago and it was just the straw that broke the camel's back apparently because I noticed it and it opened up the conversation in group, that combined with the carrot incident and other stuff it was enough for them to stop doing seniority benefits at all. Anyhow she gets upset enough we all have to get out of the van to re-arrange seating and have a ‘Standing group’ to share ‘I feel statements’ AL was guilt-tripping some shit and ended her statement by saying “And, I'm feeling suicidal.” But after that, we did enie-meanie-miney-moe to pick who got to sit where and she got a window seat but she still wasn't happy and refused to get in the van, while everyone else sat in the van she threw a temper tantrum changing the subject to big pot from the night before and talking shit about JL, she never said her name but she was making eye contact with her through the car door the whole time. A good old tantrum if you ask me. Also during standing group, she said that we were all putting the blame on her and that it was actually my fault, and that if I had gotten out of bed on time we would be on the road right now (even though I didn't set us back at all, and she would still be throwing a tantrum on the side of the road right now.) When we finally got her in the van I was writing (not elbowing anyone mind you.) She ‘Thanked’ us for not being able to call her brother for his birthday (not that we had any say in that.) Because she “Can’t” work on her accountability letter (She was actively writing). Bull. Shit. The only good part was the drive, there was a group of cattle that crossed the road with people on horses and dogs. [Apparently this is normal in Idaho??] 

When we got to the campsite we set up our tents, but banging the poles into the ground was fun. Then we got in the van and went to some dunes and you know what she does? She acts all buddy-buddy with me! “Isn't this fun?” “We should roll down it!” I ignored her. 

‘When we got back we needed to talk about the pot schedule, so we went to this pavilion at the campsite and- Shit. Went. Down. The first question was ‘Does the chef have to clean pots if it's burnt?’ -The answer was no, no big deal there. But the next question was ‘What if multiple people don’t finish their food?’ This is where it starts to go downhill. It starts with the punishment for both food waste and not eating minimum [8oz of the given food] to clean big pot and AL says “Well, I’m cleaning big pot every night because I can’t eat three meals a day” We came to the idea of five-minute increments. She said that since she would be cleaning big pot every night she didn't want help so it was amended to ‘Five-minute increments unless one person says they don't want help’ The next question was who was to clean a utensil if they used it to clean- but AL kept going back to “I will clean big pot every night.” And EL gets fed up and tells her that it isn't relevant and AL insists that it is. EL mocks her about it and gets up to walk towards her, “No the fuck is isn't relevant.” She starts getting up in her face. “I WILL FUCK YOU UP- I WILL FUCKING FUCK YOU UP!” She gets detained and says “I'm not gonna touch her.” they let her go and she storms off.

[warmaidensrevenge]

Moving on

Pairings: Joseph Quinn x plus size reader x Evan Peters

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

A/N: Hey everyone. I am back. Still working on some fics and it's taking me longer to come up with endings. Seems like I'm at a writers block for two of my fics. If anyone has any ideas to help I would really appreciate it. Update: life sucks but I'm doing better. I have a trip coming up to see the love of our lives and I'm so nervous. I think I might be too in my head to comprehend that I'm going to meet Joseph Quinn. Hopefully things will get clear when I do. Anyways, this is a request I had sitting in my inbox forever. Thanks @generouspuppypuppy. It is different from your exact suggestion. But I still hope you like it. Thanks for reading. As always feedback is greatly appreciated and ask/comments are always welcomed. Kay love ya bye.

Word count: 3,250

I do not give permission for my work to be used or published anywhere else. Please be respectful to all creators.

Warnings: 18+ hurt/comfort, cheating, heartache with a happy ending.

Summary: One mistake, time apart, new love and a baby.

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You sat there in disbelief in what you just heard. You were just so happy this morning. Your boyfriend of 3 years just got home from filming. He had gotten a part playing a new character on Stranger Things named Eddie Munson. After 6 long months Joe was home. And he was sitting across from you on the couch, telling you he cheated on you with his co-star Grace. The moment you heard it, all the air was sucked from your lungs and your heart sank. Not knowing what to say so you just sat there. 

" Love. I'm so sorry. I never meant for it to happen." Joe grabbed your hand.

That's when you finally looked at him. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy. With tears rolling down his thin cheeks. It's been a while since you've seen him in person, and all you could think of was how skinny he was. 

You felt tears fall and you looked away from him to wipe them away. 

" Love…please say something." 

You didn't look back at him. You pulled your hand away and went to the room. Joe followed. 

He watched you grab your duffle bag and started shoving things in.

" No." He said, grabbing your hands. " Please. I can fix this."

You jerked your hands away and continued packing. Joe sat on the bed and cried harder. His eyes follow you back and forth throughout the room. He tried to talk but you weren't listening. Once you had everything you went to the door and stopped. With your back towards him you sniffled.

" I'm gonna stay in a hotel…I need time."

He stood up and started for you but you practically ran away. Joe caught your eye as you closed the door. 

"Love?"

" Goodbye Joseph."

His heart sank. You never called him by his name. The only time you had was when you first met. That was almost 6 years ago. He noticed you immediately while he was on the set for Howard's End. He honestly thought you were so beautiful. He remembered seeing you in a lot of small stuff. Mostly just plays. But he thought you were talented. And he was in love. Though at the time he thought being from 2 different countries that your paths would never cross. But boy was he happy to be wrong. Your part in the show was small. Which surprised him but the few lines you had were well done. His part was small as well so you guys spent a lot of time together. Before he knew it he lived part time in the US. He started off as your roommate. Then that turned into dating. 3 years later and he was never happier. He was ready to get married and start having kids. But he fucked all that up. A drunken mistake caused you to leave him standing in your guy's home all alone. He knew you all too well. When you were hurt or when you guys argued, you shut down and walked away. Later coming back to figure things out. And though he was breaking down, he hoped that tomorrow he would get to talk to you. But that's not what happened. One week went by and then another. He hadn't received word from you. On the third week he came home after a meeting with his agent and found that all your things were gone. Your side of the closet was empty. All your drawers were emptied and your side of the bathroom sink was bare. Joe leaned on the wall and sank down to the floor. Burying his face in his hands.

He cried harder than ever. " What have I done?" 

A good 20 minutes passed when he finally calmed down enough to call you. He went to the living room and saw an envelope on the coffee table. Inside was your 1 month move out notice. Joe's heart shattered. 6 years of friendship, 3 years of a life together and it was over just like that. That wasn't going to happen. You were his everything. So he called you. You had agreed to meet him later on and he had hope.

When he arrived at the coffee shop you were already there. The moment he saw you he could feel your heartache. You had a frown fixed on your lips and dark circles around your eyes. 

What have I done to you my love?

He approached you and you quickly glanced at him. Then looked at your cup of tea. He sat down and took off his jacket.

" I took the liberty of ordering you tea." Your voice was lifeless and distant.

" Th-thank you."

You didn't look at him but gave a thin lip smile. He took a sip of his drink. When he put his mug down, that's when you pulled out a magazine from your bag and set it in front of him. Turning to the page you wanted him to see.

" I got this that night I left…it says there that you and Grace admitted to having a crush on one another."

Joe felt the blood drain from his face and his heart started to race. You finally looked him in the eye and all he saw was sadness.

" I thought we had an open door relationship." 

" We-we do." He stuttered.

" If that's true then why did I hear about this in there and not from you?" 

" I-I…"

You sighed and brought your hand up to wipe tears away.

" Joseph, I love you. And I came here for that reason and that reason only."

Joe winced hearing his name. All he wanted right now was to hear you call him Joey.

" What can I do to fix this? There has to be a way."

You shook your head. " There isn't."

" No! Love please."

He reached for your hand and to his surprise you didn't jerk away. Instead you just stared at your hands for a minute.

" The only way you can fix this is if you could go back and have one less drink. Or if you left early and came home to me." 

" I…" his voice trembled. " So this is it? You're going to let one mistake throw everything we worked for away?"

You pulled your hand away and met his tear filled eyes with yours.

" It wasn't me who decided that for us. That was you. Not being honest with me from the start is what broke us. How can we be together now? I can't trust you…I love you. I really do. But I can't be with you anymore."

He watched you get up and grab your things.

" Take care of yourself Joseph."

He hung his head. " I love you Y/n. And I always will."

" I will too."

…

A year went by and you got the role of a lifetime. Starring in a new show called American horror story. Acting side by side with Evan Peters. He was amazing. His range inspired you. You guys had worked so well together that in seasons to come you and Evan were offered roles as each other's love interests. After the break up you and Joe kept in touch. When Stranger Things season 4 came out, Joe didn't expect the amount of fame that he would get. Suddenly his life was turned upside down. It was incredible, but overwhelming. He did so much and traveled everywhere. He was happy, but very lonely. Since you there had been a few flings. But none that he wanted to pursue. That was because he had already found the nice girl he was looking for. He knew that you had moved on, however he couldn't. Seeing you with Evan was awful. You looked at Evan the way you used to look at him. Which hurt him more than words could describe.

Evan was ring shopping. TMZ had caught up with him outside a jewelry store. Not wanting you to find out that he was in fact buying you an engagement ring, Evan went to the store next door. Evan knew from the first kiss you and he shared that he was going to marry you. At that time you were still hurting over Joe. Rightfully so. So he chose to be your friend and help you through the pain. And once you were better he asked you out on a date. First it was weird for both of you. But at the end of the night you kissed him. After that you guys became inseparable. 

Now it was a year and a half  later and Evan was ready to make you his wife. 

Joe and Jamie were both good friends with you and Evan. So when Joe and Jamie received an invite to watch season 3 of American Horror Story. They were excited. Joe hadn't seen you in months and knowing that you and Evan were together, he was going to try and talk to you. Maybe he could get another chance.

When he and Jamie went to your loft, he was extremely nervous. Then you opened the door. You looked more beautiful than he remembered. You greeted them with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. That's when Joe saw the worst thing ever. He saw a beautiful diamond on your ring finger. He was in such a state of shock he froze there in the doorway. 

" Common Joey. " You said with a smile. 

You grabbed his hand and pulled him along to join the party. Turned out not only was it a watch party, but an engagement party. You had said that you didn't want any presents or anything like that. That's why you disguised the party. You wanted not only to share the success of the show but to celebrate the happy news with everyone you loved. 

Joe was wrecked. He tried his best to fake a smile. But as the night went on his heart broke over and over again. He saw how truly happy you were and part of him was happy for you. But he couldn't help but remember when he made you that happy. He sat there watching you with Evan. Seeing that twinkle in your eyes again. He wanted to drink. But since the break-up he stopped. Jamie was talking to your brother Bill when he saw Joe in his head. 

" Hey Bill. Are you on good terms with Joe?"

Bill looked at Joe and nodded.

" Is there somewhere we can talk in private?"

Bill looked at you and you were cuddled up with Evan on the couch. Laughing away.

" Yeah. Let's go out to the terrace." He said.

Jamie got Joe and went to join Bill outside. They all lit up cigars and started talking. Bill had a heart to heart with Joe. And he admitted that he always thought he would be going to yours and Joe's engagement party. Joe was grateful for the conversation. He and Bill were on the outs after the situation. However, Bill forgave him once you did. Joe always thought of Bill as a brother he never had. Well the whole Skarsgard family was on a whole nother level when it came to famous family's. But all of them were close. And Joe loved that. He loved how family oriented you were. And the fact that Joe's mom absolutely loved you. She had never liked any of his previous girlfriends. But the second she met you she immediately approved of you. Maybe it was because you weren't selfish, or full of yourself. Sure you looked nothing like the women he had dated before. But you were still very beautiful. You were kind and very humble. Everything about you screamed wife material.

As he stood there burning out his cigar, he regretted the 3 years he waited to ask you to be his wife. He regretted his mistake and losing you. So he decided to put the plan to win you back aside and apologize to you. Jamie had to leave early due to an early flight. So he left Joe to grab an Uber. The party started to simmer down and Joe was going to leave. But he asked if you would walk him out. Which you happily agreed to.

You guys silently walked down the hallway to the elevator.  Joe pressed the down button and smiled half heartedly at you. The doors opened and he held out his arm for you to go in first.

You smiled sweetly up at him. " Thank you Joey."

Joe felt his heart flutter hearing you call him that. A nickname you gave him a long time ago. Once you were both in you reached over and pressed the ground floor button. It was quite a ways down but the silence you shared was nothing but comforting. It always was. 

Joe cleared his throat. " Did umm did you have a good time?"

You looked away from the red numbers that said the floor you were on to him.

" I did. I'm so happy you and Jamie came."

" Me too…just wished I could have brought you a present."

You scrunched your nose a little and let out a nose laugh. 

" Joey, you being here was better than any present you could have given us. Besides, we don't need anything."

Joe nodded and looked at the numbers counting down. That's when he noticed the music. The song was an elevator version of Dreaming of You. He looked at you and saw your head slightly nodding to it. It's been so long since the last time you and he randomly dance somewhere. Those times were usually abrupt but so special to him. Every time he swore he fell deeper in love with you. Now not being any different. He grabbed your hand gently and twirled you. You laughed softly and beamed at him as he pulled you into his arms, swaying you back and forth. For a minute you guys danced until the doors dinged and opened. Joe reached for the close button and continued to dance with you. 

In a whole year, this was the first time you and he were alone. And he wasn't ready for it to be over. 

" Love, I'm really happy for you."

Your smile got bigger and your eyes were just slits. Joe's heart melted all over again. 

" Thank you Joey."

He twirled you once more, pulling you closer than before. 

" Love, I know that I've apologized countless times for my mistake. But what I failed to do was apologize for not saying that I would never do that again…I did not apologize for breaking your trust and for ruining our future. I never apologized for the tears you shed because of it or the hurt and betrayal you felt…for all of that, I am truly sorry. "

You were quiet for a moment and both of you stopped dancing. You then lifted to your toes and placed one soft kiss upon his cheek. After, you planted your feet back to the ground. 

" I've forgiven you a long time ago Joey. There's no need sorries again."

Joe hung his head. "I-I know. I just…I just need you to know if there was anything I could do to take it back, I would have done it in a heartbeat." 

You cupped his face causing him to look at you.

" I know you would have Joey. And I love you. I promised I would always love you. No matter what happens from this day forward. I want you to be happy. I want you to move on and forgive yourself."

He nodded and felt tears coming. " I love you y/n."

You kissed his cheek again and gave him a hug. When you tried to create some distance between you two he squeezed you gently once more before taking a step back. 

" I better let you go. Your fiance might worry that I've stolen you away."

" Can't have him thinking that."

Joe gave you a half smile and pressed the button to open the doors. He took one last look at you and waved.

" Travel safe Joey.

He gave you a nod and took his leave. 

I will love you forever. He thought

…

That night when everything was cleaned up you and Evan changed into your jammies. Evan was getting the bed ready when you left for a minute. When you came back you were holding a single vanilla cupcake. 

" What's this?" Evan grinned sitting down on the bed. Holding his hands out for you.

You blushed and went to him. Sitting on his lap. 

" It's for you….there's a surprise inside." 

You lifted up the sweet treat and peeled back the lining. 

" Take a big bite Eban."

Evan chuckled. He absolutely loved when you called him Eban. When he first met you, you thought his name was Eban. And he just thought it was so adorable that for 3 months he let you call him that until someone finally corrected you. But after that he insisted you keep calling him that.

He kissed you briefly and then took a very big bite. When he looked at you, your eyes were wide and started to fill with tears. He quickly cupped your face.

" What's wrong pumpkin?"

You laughed a little and sniffled. 

" Eban, I'm pregnant…and according to this blue filling." You lifted the cupcake showing him. " We're having a boy."

He stopped mid chew and mumbled a 'w-what?'

" I…you know how I don't have normal menstruation?"

He nodded.

You looked down and brought your hands down to rest on your thick thighs. 

" Well turns out I'm four months pregnant. We couldn't tell because I'm…well big… and umm remember the one month where we thought I had a bad case of the flu?"

Evan started to chew. " Mmhmm."

You met his gaze. " Morning sickness."

Finally getting the cupcake down he licked his lips. " Pumpkin, you're not joking are you?"

You gave him sad eyes and frowned, shaking your head.

" Oh My God!"

Your eyes widened again and he pulled you into a kiss. After, he kissed all over your face and your neck.

" Baby, baby, baby! You're having my baby?"

You giggled and squirmed when he kept kissing your ticklish spot on your neck.

" Y-yes…. Eban…y-yes."

" Oh pumpkin. I can't! I'm so…fuck! Kiss me baby."

You laughed again before you did. 

" Mmmm….yes… you're making me a daddy baby?"

You smiled against his lips. " Yes I am Eban."

He kissed you over and over again until he abruptly stopped.

" Shit pumpkin. Do you want to get married before or after the baby comes?"

You gave him a tender kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

" Hmmm. Do you think if we have an officiate come this weekend, it would be too soon?"

Evan kissed you once more and slid you off his lap and went searching for his phone.

" What are you doing, Eban?"

" I gotta call our moms. They are gonna be so happy."

Your eyes followed him and he paced calling everyone you and he knew, to tell them to come over on Sunday for a wedding. After every call he would come to you and smother you with kisses. About an hour later he finally came to lay down. He put his hand on your belly and started running his thumb back and forth. 

" Can…can I make love to you?" He asked in his sweetest voice.

You leaned in and before you pressed your lips against his you whispered.

" Always."

…

@salenorona23

[allamalad]

FAN WEB COMIC

hello! this is my first attempt at a fan web comic, or a web comic in general i suppose, hope you enjoy! panels are under the cut to save space on your dash :] (trust me its a bit long) feel free to look through my acct to find more info on the ocs that will be in this!if you guys wanna see this on mspfa (ma paint fan adventures) let me know! I'm kinda just doing this for fun, this is kinda heavy beta territory, so details may be missing compared to the one that will be on ms paint fan adventures! I'll post it there with reminders/updates here! Hope you guys enjoy :]

Ps I'm not the best with grammar so if you see any mistakes I am sorry.

Your name is Alan Harper. You live in the middle of nowhere in Kansas, a clear plains area, only getting cut off by a nearby forest. You use to live with your uncle, but one day he simply never came back after going on one of his cryptid hunts. You never thought you'd live alone, but you aren't truly. There's one thing that your uncle has left behind that's been a thorn in your side, but you and your friends have discovered a game. A game that you hope will distract you from the responsibilities that have burdened you for years.

Alan: observe stuff

You enjoy creating story lines and visual artworks about the things that you love like aliens and cryptids, you also enjoy modding video games you play with your friends. You also like making costumes, those reminiscent of various creatures and animals. it appears you like hobby hopping, Some things look.. worse than others, but you don't care! You had fun making them.

Alan: observe shirt

This is your new shirt! One that is very cozy and looks awesome. It's not the shirt you usually wear, but it's amazing none of the less. It will definitely not get dirty whatsoever, you may be a farmer but you have standards!

Alan: observe figures

You have a figure of a knight and his mighty steed. Oh how you'd dream of being swept off your feet and taken away by a mighty knight. Protecting you at every moment, keeping you safe.

Alan: remember what you're doing

You nearly forgot about going to get your game outside.. you shake off your urge to go through your things. Focus.

Alan: Go outside and gaze fondly at your farm

Jesus you're fast- After swiftly moving through your house, not really caring for the details for the time being, You open the wooden door to the front of your cozy home. You get a whiff of that cool morning farm air. the moisture from the clouds above combine with the earthy tones of the crops you grow make you happy to be here. Sure there are responsibilities you have to deal with, this is your home you're stuck with it. But you love it, almost more than your friends.

Alan: go down the path

To reach your destination of the game you had bought, you need to travel down the path that leads to the main road. Of course, that means passing ITS pen. You hate that thing, but you also love it. Sure it's protected you, but it's also been the bane of your existence by eating crops and spitting on you every time you pass by. And just your luck, today, it got out, again.

Alan: stand and stare

As the tall furry beast turns towards you, it's white furry neck giving it an advantage in height. Your uncle's freaky llama, the one who got him into the supernatural in the first place. Somehow, this thing has.. interesting time abilities. None of them used on you of course, but most definitely used to escape it's pen whenever it wants to.

Alan: get around llama

You stand there for a moment, nervously gazing at the creature like one of those cowboy stand offs in the stories you enjoy. A couple more agonizing seconds, you bee line to the left. The llama keeps its eyes on you as it stands there like a statue, waiting. Soon, you were in the perfect position.

Alan: get kicked by your guardian

You feel an aggressively hard kick find its way into your back, it nearly knocks the wind out of you. You fall face flat onto the ground, weakly turning over to see the llama standing over you. It was almost as if it was trying to tell you whatever you were doing was a bad idea.

Alan: get trampled by your guardian

Just as you were about to get up, you feel a jab at your stomach, another at your hip, your shoulder- in a flash this thing starts dancing on top of you, jabbing it's hooves into each part of your body, stomping on you as if you were a pest. Or, like it was trying to REALLY tell you whatever you were about to do was a bad idea.

Alan: lay there for a bit

Finally, the torture was over. The beast finally gave up, but it didn't leave until after it gave you a petty spit in the face. You lay there like an old sack of potatoes, slowly decaying into soil, ouch.

Alan: get pestered

wincing as you slowly move your arm to grab your old flip phone which was vibrating in your pocket, somehow it gets a signal all the way out here, but you don't complain. it seems one of your friends was pestering you. BestBiochemist.

BB: Hey Alan, have you acquired the game yet?

TF: Well.. I almost did, I just need a moment-

BB: Why? is there a storm? A tornado or something? <:O The weather in that area has shown quite the aggression in recent time.

TF: No! well, it seems like there might be one today but thats besides the point! It got out again-

BB: What? oh! Your weird llama specimen?

TF: Yes, and it just beat me into the ground- I don't know why. He’s never been that aggressive.

BB: Hm. Maybe he’s just jealous you're getting such a cool game to play with your friends :]

TF: Heh, maybe. I'll pester you back when I get my copy. Connection gets spotty by the road anyways.

BB: Ok! Byeee.

BestBiochemist stopped pestering ThatFarmguy at 0600

[savagecowboy]

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑

A cursory search found the home devoid of life. It would do for the night. With the efficiency of the well traveled, they unloaded what few belongings necessitated quick access, and drove their stolen vehicle into the copse of trees surrounding the cabin; keeping it hidden from anyone on the main path. Chances were it was a summer retreat for the affluent, the theory confirmed upon entering and seeing the overly decorated nature of everything within-- most notably, when venturing into the largest room in the house.

The five of them stared at the kitchen as if discovering new, previously unexplored territory. For some, this was the first time they had ever really born witness to the modern, elaborate appliances the more well off could afford in the current age.

Some were foreign in appearance and function, others familiar, but with significant alterations. The regular occupants had made sure to clear out any perishables that might rot in their absence, yet the pantry was well stocked with dry goods. After making sure all the windows were fully covered, Severen slung his bag in a corner, pulling a chair out from the breakfast nook, sitting heavy in it. He stretched his legs out long, spurs jingling as he slumped down. Jesse had moved on to check the other rooms, just making sure— for the third time— that they truly were alone. Homer went into the living room, exploring the knickknacks the absent owners had felt worthy enough for display. That left Diamondback and Mae still staring at the glossy pine cabinets.

The few with glass doors displayed stacks of plates and drinking glasses, packaged foods and seasonings. Diamondback swung one of the doors open pulling down a box of Kraft Mac ‘n’ Cheese, she smiled at it, though her recall on the flavor was far distant. She shook it to hear the pasta inside, turning to face the others with a far off look in her eyes. “You ever think about this stuff?” Severen looks sidelong from picking grit out of his nails. “Ain’t nuthin’ but cattle feed” Diamondback smirks, playfully chucking the Mac ‘n’ cheese at him, he swats it from the air, diverting it from hitting him, tumbling it to the hardwood floor where it slides along to stop before Mae’s feet. The slightly crumpled box brings back memories. “I had plen’y a this” Mae chuckles picking it up, turning it in hand, looking over Diamondback’s shoulder to see what else is on the shelf. Jesse returns from his patrol, finally satisfied, looking from the women to Severen.

“What’r ya’ll doin’?” He eyes the other chair, Severen kicking it out for him. “Goin’ down mem’ry lane looks like” the Savage One answers idly, glancing up from his continued task, surveying the activity bemused, mildly disinterested. “Jess, you remember the last thing you ate?” Diamondback asks. Jesse hesitates, trying to push his mind back far enough to claim the past. He comes up empty. “No” he answers simply. “Smoked meat and beans” Severen answers from the other side of the table, staring at a hole in his jacket he thought he had fixed once before. Three heads turn to stare at him. He looks up shrugging his shoulders. “If it keeps, it eats”. “Hard to imagine you cookin’ in cast iron over the fire cowpoke” Diamondback laughs, it is not mean, but certainly aimed to make fun. Severen gives a mildly defensive scowl “It was good too. You think I had anyone to cook for me out on the trail? I know how to feed myself”. He goes back to his own business, put off from their discussion.

“I went over after supper”, Mae started, filling the silence, “I heated up one ‘a those Salisbury steak dinners…” the words, once begun strong now drifted off as the remembered images came clear. There was an evident conflict of emotions in her expression, too many other memories tangled about the singular recall. Diamondback instinctively reached for her, wanting to ease her internal pain, but it was Homer who broke the moment.

“What’s Salisbury steak?” He asks having moved silently into the kitchen from the living room. Jesse responds almost automatically, “You’d know it more as Hamburg steak, if you knew it”. Homer gives a small nod, yet does not seem to have an answer if he had any experience with the meal. “I ate a rat once” he offers instead. Severen laughs, “Had me plen’y a squirrel and possum, but rats?” He cuffs Homer, “How was it ol’ man?” Homer shrugs, “I think I was too hungry to taste it”. The other men give slow nods of understanding, they had known hunger frequently in their living days. Diamondback covers a laugh with the back of her hand, “The last thing I had was bathtub gin”, the humor overtakes her, “This cad didn’t even buy me dinner before turnin’ me!” Jesse breaks into a lopsided grin as his lover laughs. “I must be some cheap date!” Her laughter infects all of them to some degree, Severen and Homer the most mildly amused.

Mae looks back at the cabinets. “I know it doesn’t really taste right anymore, but you miss it?” “Sometimes” Diamondback offers, the other three keep their thoughts to themselves. There is a lull in the conversation as Mae grabs down another box, this one cake mix. “You think maybe we could…” there is a hopefulness in her eyes; as she turns them on Diamondback she receives the answer before she can finish the thought, “Yes, I think it’d be fun!” Jesse squints a little in confusion, “Do what now?” “We’re gonna cook a lil’ sumethin’” Diamondback announces with a toss of her blonde hair. “I don’ think we should go makin’ a mess—“ “Awh hell Jess, what’s wrong with a mess!” Severen interrupts him swiping the napkin holder off the table and spilling the handful of captive napkins onto the floor. “They ain’t gonna mind, report the place broken into anyway, let’em have their fun”. He says waving a hand dismissively in the ladies direction. Noticing the toothpicks on the table, Severen fishes one out, scrapping the scrap of wood along the uneven grooves of his sharpened teeth. Jesse looks slightly put off watching him; he voices no more complaints.

“Alright, I ain’t cookin’ though, never was any good at it”. “My sailor never peeled potatoes?” The Pale One jokes, Jesse chuckles, “Preppin’ maybe, but don’t let me near the pan”. He walks over and plants a kiss on Diamondback’s forehead, the two moving over to the pantry proper hand in hand, looking through the collection of dry goods the family left behind. “Homer, wanna help me bake a cake?” Mae asks hoping to include the quietest member of their crew. He gives a small grin, joining her in looking at the box. “Need a step stool to reach the counter lil’ man?” Severen jokes cruelly. The look Homer gives him would be deadly to any other. “Maybe I break yer legs and just use you” he snaps back, the challenge delights the cruel creature, inciting him to lean forward still seated. “Love to see you try, boner”. Homer bares his teeth, ready to spring at Severen, but is interrupted as the cowboy lurches backward, thrusting his hand up into the air to catch a metal can hurtling toward him right before it makes contact with his skull. “Why don’chu make yourself useful instead’a flappin’ yer gums” Jesse chides him, a clear ‘cut the shit’ command in his silver eyes. Severen grimaces, still he stands, turning the can around to see what he is holding. “Fine”. He snorts derisively, going over to the stove, throwing open the cabinets surrounding, searching for the household's collection of pots and pans. Mae has already taken down bowls, and dug out a set of multicolored measuring cups for them to use. “I don’ know what we’ll use instead’a eggs” Mae sighs, looking at the back of the box while Homer dumps the contents of the bag into a bowl. Diamondback slides her an unopened jar of applesauce. “This’ll replace it”, she gives Mae a wink when confused blue eyes are turned toward her, “Been outta eggs plenty in my time”. The women share a smile while everyone turns to their work, a newfound diligence set in place. While ingredients are measured, Severen stirs around an emptied can of beans in a sauce pan grimacing at the look of them.

“It ain’t gonna be nothin’ like what I used to make” “It says bacon and beans” Diamondback teases. “What I made was good, this looks…” he curls his lip, “regurgitated”. “Careful Severen”, Homer warns, “use words like that and I might think you were educated”. There is a strong temptation to fling the slop at his elder that is only quelled by the frigid looks given him as he raised the spoon in threat. “Could you preheat the oven Severen?” Mae asks politely, trying to intercede in their quiet row. The addressed stares from her to the collection of knobs, his lack of understanding making clear he had gotten lucky even selecting the one that had turned the right burner on.

“Which is that?” Diamondback looked over her shoulder thinking she might be able to assist, yet is brought up short herself; the last oven she had known involving wood or coal. Mae had to walk over, spinning a dial on the far right to a three digit number. “It just does that shit?” Mae shrugged with the casualness of those indoctrinated into the modern age. “Ya”. Severen caught Jesse’s eye the old partners sharing a companionable, mystified stare, one or both wondering what other conveniences had passed them by without their engagement. Mae went back over to Homer, supervising his mixing. Diamondback was busy emptying cans into a glass bowl, Jesse watching with his hands clasping her hips. They each continue their task in peaceable silence, Severen making casual remarks while raiding the pantry and cabinets for seasonings to save whatever is in the pot.

An hour later the blonde vaudevillian pulls a rectangular dish out of the oven and places it onto a trivet on the table. Beside it are a bowl of Severen’s beans and Mae’s cake, the frosting looking soft and melty as the two bakers had not waited for it to cool first; an advisement made by Diamondback a little too late to save it. The smells are not terrible, the canned meat of Diamondback’s meatloaf not as offensive as they had expected-- although the combination of canned beef and spam left all seated apprehensive. Jesse serves everyone a decent helping of the limited spread, five pairs of eyes staring with ambivalence at the meal. Regardless of the effort expended, all are unenthused about attempting to try what they know will be abhorrent to their specifically adapted tongues.

“Awh hell” Severen declares, shoveling a bite of meatloaf into his mouth. He chews a couple times, wrinkles his nose swallowing hard. His stomach cramps painfully causing him to slam a fist into the table making the cutlery jump. After a moment it passes and he hisses through his teeth “Goddamn”. “That bad, huh?” Diamondback asks separating chunks with her fork. Severen does not answer, he scoops a forkful of beans into his maw chewing methodically. It still rankles his tastebuds, but swallowing is easier, the pain-- mercifully-- does not come as intensely. He gives a series of facial expressions ranging from agreeableness to mild disgust. Lastly, he shovels in a decent helping of cake, which doubles him, his arms wrapped about his stomach, head banging on the table. “Mother. Fucker.” He chants in a staccato beat to the radiating pain. The rest of the table's attendees trade looks, poking at their servings with fresh misgivings.

“Maybe we ain’t quite ready to go doin’ anythin’ too crazy” Jesse suggests mildly, laying his fork beside his plate. “Seems kind of a shame…” Mae offers, staring at her slice of cake with a genuine, sorrowful disappointment. “G’on, try it” Severen pants, looking up from where his head lay beside his plate. A dribble of foamy, dark colored saliva is in the corner of his mouth, eyes wild with pain, a sheen of sweat on his brow. Mae hesitates, she surely owes him enough to join in the suffering, yet his abject misery is a pretty good warning of what would come; she of all of them does not have a good head for pain— not to that degree certainly. Diamondback leans over Severen, moving strands of damp hair away “You alright sweetie?” It is the most she has ever sounded concerned for him. He moans “Lemme alone”, making no move to stop her coddling. Mae swipes a finger full of frosting, thrusting it onto her tongue before she can second guess herself. At first she does not notice anything, it just tastes sour, chalky as she mixes it around her mouth, then she feels her throat contract, refusing the substance that has entered her mouth; insistent that it desist from trying to make it further into her body. She clamps her hands over her mouth, barely resisting the urge to vomit. She tries to swallow, but it won’t happen. Mae grabs a napkin off the table and spits into it. Balling up the mess, she tosses it onto her plate, looking miserably at Severen who really must be in agony. He silently allows Diamondback to rub his back as she hovers motherly over him.

The rest of the crew unseat themselves, pushing away from the wasted feast, the show clearly over as the main performer lies upon the stage in defeat. Homer retires into the living room, pulling out a tome, reclining in an overstuffed chair to drift into the world between words. Jesse is without his usual diversions of cards with Severen or curling up with Diamondback while she is caring for the aforementioned patient, so in true modern fashion takes the other easy chair, turning on the television. Mae, feeling queasy herself, lies down on the couch staring numbly at the images on the screen, hoping that the nausea ends soon. Diamondback half drags Severen to the bathroom where he is violently ill, then left to soak in the tub, "A remedy for all things" she assures the pitifully moaning creature. Once cleaned up herself, she joins Jesse in his chair where they cuddle uncomfortable, glad for one another until numbed limbs have them up seeking more accommodating furniture to relocate to.

The evening goes by in relative silence. The day comes and goes. At the rising of the moon they gather again, Severen the last to drag himself before the group. "Did you sleep in the tub?" Homer asks staring at the taller man with a smirk at the miserable sight of him. Bedraggled, he manages only a glare along with the word "No"; failing to add he had only made it as far as the bathroom floor. All packed up, back in their vehicle, Jesse meets each pair of eyes, declaring that they stick to the tried and true from now on. Silently to themselves they admit that the experiment had its fun, even better leaving the mess to someone else to sort out; gone the days of caring for stable homesteads.

"Any chance you're hungry Severen?" Jesse asks pulling out onto the main road thinking about where they might make their stop for the night, always thinking ahead to when they would again need to bed down. "Starved" he declares, rolling down his window to brace his arm along the frame, staring out into the night, a familiar gleam returning to his eye. Jesse smiles, knowing now with certainty that his old companion is much recovered from his bout of self inflicted suffering. "Good. Let's eat".

[bokutokiya]

{2.0}

Not long after conversing with the faction leaders Stan came over to reclaim his dog from you, not before launching into a lecture. “You can’t seriously be going through with following after the stick right?” Stan seethed out as he started to pace the length of your bedroom, you and sparky observing from the bed. “Do you have any idea what this is gonna do?!” He whips around and stares you down, fire burning behind his dark blue eyes. You could feel the tears before your vision blurred, letting out a choked sounding sob as you scramble to shove sparky’s leash into the raveonettes hands before promptly ejecting him from your home. Taking a few ragged breaths to calm yourself before making your way back into the bedroom and settling into your bean bag allowing yourself to zone out as you start to mess with the headpiece for your Elf outfit only to jolt when the window slides open. You look up only to see a mess of blonde hair before a body is dumped onto your bedroom floor, followed by a smaller body with a mop of brown hair. “Karen and Kenny McCormick, what the hell?” You shout as you pick yourself up as the two bodies situate themselves on your floor with matching smiles. “hey y/n! Kenny said you were doing something that made the others upset so we’re here to comfort you!” The smaller McCormick says before latching herself onto your left arm, while the older throws his arm over your shoulders. “That and I outgrew my dress so we need to get a new one!” He cheers, his parka hood pulled down so you can see his toothy smile. You laugh and shove Kenny off before pulling Karen out of the room and towards the door, “well we better get going then!” You call out.

After wandering around the cold mountain town the 3 of you end up at Starks pond, where everything started yesterday. While Karen ran ahead to look for rocks, Kenny pulled you aside, “I know the others aren't taking this as well as we are but don’t hold it against them. After middle school Kyle wanted to move on from the childish stuff we did, same with Team Craig. But I know a few of them are excited because you never seemed to want to play before” he says, interlocking arms with you as you keep step behind Karen. You let out a sigh and look at the sky, “Ken, you’ve known me for years, I loved playing make believe with you all. Heck I was even part of Freedom pals with you, but after what happened it felt almost like you all forgot about the incident and me.” You say, trying not to relive the incident. Kenny furrowed his eyebrows before coming to an abrupt stop “what incident Y/N? The only thing I can recall is Cartman banishing you into space time with Clyde and you suddenly vanishing from our franchise” he says, his blue eyes meeting yours. You let out a sigh “How is it I can remember your deaths but you can’t remember what happened?” You whisper before clearing your throat and forcing on a happy smile “regardless, I am the keeper of the stick fair princess! So, as of tomorrow we are enemies once more!” You call out, pushing into Kenny’s shoulder before bolting down the path, pulling a laughing Karen with you. “Well see about that Elf!” Kenny cries back before giving chase.

[foxsfiction]

Valentines Day Drabble

Dagon

Dagon takes a deep breath and clutches the bouquet of wildflowers to their chest. Their heart jumps to their throat when they hear your front door open. They turn around to face you with a big, goofy grin and red cheeks. They thrust the flowers into your chest. “Happy Valentines Day, chickadee!” They cheer. They shuffle their feet as you take the flowers and inspect them. “I know you’re probably tired of flowers, thanks to Dante, buuut I picked these. And looked up their meanings! …..They might not be the most accurate, though, aha,” Dagon scratches the back of their neck, “I’m not great at research and stuff, you know that. But I tried my best!”

They shake their head, “Anyways! I was wondering if you had any specific plans? For today? If not, I’d like to go on a little… walk. Show you something you might like!” You tell them you have some time before whatever you had planned, and would love to take a walk with them. Their smile grows, if it’s even possible. “Oh, good; great!! I’ll let you put your shoes on and stuff. Oh, and uh, leave the flowers here. You probably don’t want them to wilt or anything like that.”

Dagon takes your hand and leads you towards the direction of town. They don’t stop in town, though. They lead you right through, towards the woods. You both cross the railroad tracks and step onto the path. Then, they lead you carefully off the path towards a little clearing. A couple of thick blankets sit in the middle. A visibly full basket sits on those blankets. “Nothing like a picnic, huh? Little cold, but we should be okay,” Dagon says, letting go of your hand. They beckon you towards the set up, telling you all about what they’ve packed.

Tindra

Tindra smiles softly to you as you open the front door. “Hullo, angel. Happy Valentines,” She greets, presenting you with a clumsily wrapped box. The only way you could tell she was flustered was by her eyes, which are a little wider than usual. “I’ve cleared my schedule for you. Father wasn’t happy about that, but he can shove it. My only concern today is you and making you happy,” She says, a tiny bit of anger popping into her voice when mentioning her father. You move away from the door, inviting her into your home.

You manage to clear the kitchen for yourself and Tindra. She gently prompts you to open her gift. You easily tear the heart-decorated wrapping paper and open the box to find a pink, white and red desert tray laid out for you neatly; three cupcakes with perfect white icing, chocolate pretzels, marshmallows, truffles, and cookies along with some of your favorite candy. When you look at the blond across the table, she’s watching you intensely. She actually blushes when she realizes you’re looking at her, “Do… do you like it, angel?”

Laverne

Laverne smiles brightly as you open your front door. “Happy Valentines Day, lovey!” He borderline screams, holding out a giant box of chocolates and dropping a teddy bear that was tucked under his arm. He curses, scrambles to pick it up and winces as he holds that out too. His blush is bright, easy to see and his unusual fluster is admittedly cute. “I…. really have no idea what I’m doing honestly, lovey. Sorry if it’s too cheesy or cringy for you. I would’ve taken you to a fancy restaurant or something like that, but the idea makes me a little uncomfy. But, we can still have a good day around town! We can roam around the shops, and I’ll buy you whatever you want!” He rambles, showing off his nervousness. 

Seems you’d have to take the reins from here. But you know that no matter what you do, Laverne would be happy to spend the day with you.