#Did a practice run with one of my older works a few weeks ago.

[jo-harrington]

Saganaki (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Pairings/Relationships: Older!Eddie Munson/Reader

Warnings/Themes: First Date, Blind Date, Awkwardness, Fluff, Food/Eating

Note: I feel like I've already written something with a traditional Chicagoland greek diner in Magnificum et Horribilis but while that one has more of an air of "together despite it all, in order to overcome it all" I also wanted to feel a little more fluffy about it. A love letter, if you will. I've been feeling a little bit of a "romanticize your life" vibe lately about all of the stupidest places you could think of and this was one of them.

Tagging @bettyfrommars because she got a 10 minute voice note about this a few weeks ago. I'm going Friday morning and I will be getting my bowl of cream of chicken and rice soup. AND MY CHEESE. And @deathbecomesthem because I know you need a little bit of simple and light. (No pressure to read on either of you. Love you both.)

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Enjoy!

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You wouldn't say you hated much in life but you hated blind dates. Hated them with a passion.

You didn't know anyone who specifically liked the concept of a blind date, but it always seemed that the people who said they disliked them as much as you did were always the first people to try to set you up with someone they knew.

"My husband's mechanic. You'll love him."

"This guy who works at the mail room at work. He's a hoot."

"The neighbor's nephew. He works at the post office."

And you were kind about it, always went through the motions and attempted to set these dates up. But they always fell short without fail. They were obnoxious or selfish or rude. Most importantly, none of them ever made you laugh. Then, after the night was over and you vowed never to see the guy again, you'd get the "I'm so sorry it didn't work. You know, I always hated blind dates."

So you didn't know why they kept trying. Actually, you didn't know why you kept graciously agreeing, and you eventually put your foot down.

Well, you tried to.

Your friend, Jen, made one last ditch effort. One final blind date and then you would never need to do it ever again. According to her, at least.

"How do you even know this guy?" you had asked over the phone. "I know everyone you know."

"Friend of a friend of a friend," she simply dismissed. "And you would've known him already if you had come to the last Garage Beer Friday last summer."

You wondered for a moment if she had tried to set you up with this Eddie guy back then. Had your unseasonable cold saved you from disaster? You couldn't bring yourself to lick a doorknob to contract another disease to avoid this again. You hated being sick more than you hated being set up.

"He'll be great!" Jen promised when you didn't respond. "Besides, you need a date for Stef's wedding, and he's already invited!"

"So he's John's friend?"

"I think they work together."

"You think?!" You sat upright. "That's it, I'm not going."

Jen proceeded to yell at you through the phone until you finally relented. Which was the reason why you were sitting in a booth at the local greek diner. It was right before the post-church rush on a Sunday morning, and you were impatiently waiting for the final blind date of your life to show up.

The blue-haired waitress was kind enough to refill your coffee twice, and did not pressure you to touch the enticing bread basket at the center of the table or to order. But you knew that kindness was running out. Along with your patience.

Where the fuck was this guy?

It was at the exact moment that you'd slammed your coffee cup on the table, ready to call it, that a body slid into the other side of the booth.

"I'm sorry I'm late. In my defense, Jen shouldn’t have suggested the morning after daylight savings." The words were blurted out, out of breath, and all in one messy string of sound. Like he'd been practicing it on the drive here and was so eager to get the words out, it didn't matter if they were coherent or not.

Rosy-cheeked, wide-eyed, and with a bashful grin, Eddie was the grown man equivalent of an eager puppy. A mutt of a man, at that. His long, frizzy hair was still a little damp at the ends, and he had a worn leather jacket over a flannel shirt with some fraying on the collar, with ringed fingers that nervously tapped on the top of the table as soon as he had a second to breathe.

Of course, you weren’t judging him for what he wore. It looked comfy, worn like a second skin, unlike other dates who were stiff and clearly out of their depth. You’d done the same; worn something tried and true that you wouldn’t feel too uncomfortable in. But still cute. Just like him.

No, what really spoke to you was that he seemed exactly the kind of guy who would fit in at Garage Beer Fridays. A little weird, a little unruly. The kind of person with a personality already baked in who looked like they had stories to tell. The type of stray that naturally gravitated towards your ragtag group of friends. If he was already in good with your friends, he was good people.

"Daylight savings was last week, actually," you announced after a beat. Said lightheartedly, you were signaling that this diner, this booth, and you were safe from further judgement. Well, as far as blind dates went, that is.

The record-scratch moment that occurred in his head was immediately evident on his face. Cute confusion.

"No it wasn't," he muttered with a chuckle. Then his brow furrowed slightly. "No...was that why I was late to...oh shit. I'm so sorry I'm an idiot."

He shook his head and chuckled, and then reached into his jacket and produced one, slightly crumpled, tulip for you.

"My uncle always said never to show up to a date empty handed," he explained as you took the flower from him. You ignored the electricity that tickled your fingers as they brushed against his. "Figured a rose would be too much."

"It's perfect, thank you." You grinned as you felt your impatience evaporating. "Unfortunately I don't have anything for you. But maybe we just start with a cup of coffee."

You reached across the table to flip Eddie's cup over and then waved the waitress over for a top off.

---

You'd gotten the typical "getting to know you's" out of the way fairly quickly. Names, what you did for work, how you both knew Jen. Then, once you had a chance to look at the menus, you got to the real meat of the conversation.

Because Eddie, it seemed, was a regular at Omega Family Restaurant.

You'd been clued in as he schmoozed your waitress for an extra bowl of little creamer packets, and although she had expertly brushed off his charms, she had returned with the creamer and referred to him by name.

Only for you, Ed.

"I'm her favorite," he explained as he dumped an absurd number of sugar packets into his coffee. Shake, shake, rip, dump, toss. Shake, shake, rip, dump, toss. It was a comical rhythm and you wondered if all that sugar made him sweet too. "But, uh, I'm usually not around in the mornings. I'm in a band. We play a few regular gigs in the area. Jen said you like metal?"

"I've been known to attempt to deafen myself in the car before work," you replied.

"Hell yeah, baby. You should come see us sometimes. Anyway, all of our gigs are usually late. We needed a 24 hour place to call terra firma. With pancakes, of course." His spoon went into his cup and it clinked against the sides as coffee sloshed over the lip and onto the paper placemat.

"Of course." You smiled into your own coffee cup.

"And," he abruptly pulled his spoon out to point right at you, "a free bread basket. Which I notice you haven't touched yet."

"I was trying to be considerate and not eat the croissants before you got here," you explained. "But you were late, so..." You reached over and grabbed the flaky pastry with an exaggerated gesture.

He hummed judgmentally and you shot him a questioning look. "No, I just think it's interesting you went for the croissant and not...I dunno, the poppy seed muffin."

"I mean, if we're here long enough, all of those pastries are getting eaten," you announced unabashedly. "What is this bread basket psychoanalysis?"

He reached over, letting his hand undulate in the air until he chose the chocolate muffin. You didn't know it then, but it would become the first of many thesis-level Munson philosophies that you would hear about in your life.

"There are few things more sacred in life than the bread basket at a greek diner," he began with the air of a scholar. He slowly peeled the liner off the muffin as he spoke. "Not even the bread basket at a steakhouse! At a steakhouse, you're paying for good bread and butter. At a diner, this is a gift. Welcome, we're about to treat you like a part of the family. We're happy to see you. Have a pastry, an old family recipe made with love.

"You chose a croissant, which means you appreciate the craftsmanship of laminated pastry. You like nice things, you like butter. Poppyseed muffin? You don't care what people think of you. You also don't work in a job where they drug test. But most importantly? If you decided not to have a pastry altogether? That would be a cardinal sin. That means you don't appreciate the bread basket, you don't enjoy the mundanity of the every day, and that would've been the end of our date, in my humble opinion."

Your brows jumped in shock at his closing statement. "You're awfully judgy for someone who doesn't want to be single."

"Judgy? Sure." He narrowed his eyes at you and popped a piece of the muffin in his mouth. "But not weird? Not a freak?"

"It's not the worst way to gauge the quality of person you've been set up with," you admitted after some contemplation.

Eddie beamed. Not the easy smiles and smirks he'd been giving you so far during your time together. It was a smile that morphed his face into something of sheer beauty. And your heart skipped a beat as you desired to see that smile more.

"As long as you don't judge anything else I order," you added as an afterthought.

"Wouldn't dream of it, sweetheart."

---

Unfortunately, that plan went to shit immediately because judgement seemed to be the theme for the rest of your date.

Good natured judgement, sure. But judgement nonetheless.

As it turned out, you were both incredibly opinionated when it came to food.

It wasn't something you'd ever consciously considered yourself to be, seeing as you were the furthest from a picky eater possible. You ate everything. But you had preferences that came to light when it was time to place your orders. Eddie's hawklike gaze caught every twitch of your brow and scrunch of your nose. And you had done the same in return.

"What's that look?"

"What's what look?"

"That one?"

"Excuse me, but you've got a look too."

This led to you bickering across the table as you continued to consume the bread basket.

"Who puts mozzarella in their omelet? It's swiss or cheddar or nothing."

"Mozzarella is the reason there's a cheese stretch. And you're one to talk. Who orders ranch on their caesar sirloin sandwich instead of caesar? It's in the name."

"I don't like the anchovies."

"You can't even taste them."

"No, but I know they're there."

At some point, Eddie had reached across the table and flicked at the tips of your fingers lightly.

It tickled. You giggled. You were not a giggler.

What the hell was wrong with you?

Back and forth you went as you scanned over the menu and went over your preferences. Waffles verus pancakes versus french toast. Minestrone versus cream of chicken and rice. Rice pudding versus spumoni.

It seemed that every time you compared preferences, you were at odds with one another. But that was the best thing about them being preferences, you didn't explicitly dislike what the other person liked. Just preferred your own. So it didn't stop either of your utensils from sneaking across the table to steal bites from each other's plates once the food had arrived.

"You put too much syrup on your pancakes," you cajoled.

"Well they're my pancakes, sweetheart," Eddie joked before flipping the short stack over so you could access the pancake that wasn't absolutely doused in butter and syrup. "You put too much hot sauce on your eggs."

"They needed something," you defended and he pointedly hit his fork against the glass Heinz bottle that sat between you. "Don't tell me you can't handle spice." You pointedly cut a particularly bland looking portion for him to take.

There was one item on the menu you had yet to discuss, and Eddie was the one to cross the metaphorical line in the sand.

"How do you feel..." Eddie paused as he swirled a fry through a pool of ketchup. He avoided your gaze, either through fear or shame, you couldn’t be sure. “About saganaki?"

You twirled your fork thoughtfully and asked "versus what?"

"Versus nothing." He shrugged. "Just...wanna know what you think of it." He leaned back in his seat and stretched his arms over the back of the booth, the complete opposite of the defensive, avoidant body language he had just moments ago. He was open, welcoming your response. Even if it was one that he wasn't going to like.

Flaming Saganaki was in a league of its own, and Eddie was right not to put it against something else. Briney cheese doused in brandy and then set aflame at your table in a brilliant spectacle. Squirt a bit of lemon on it once the fire had burned out--or to put the fire out altogether--and it turned gooey and a little roasty and a little funky.

It was a divisive dish and you'd sat through plenty of arguments with friends and family alike over ordering it for the table to share, and you're sure Eddie had experienced the same.

Even though you'd had the lowest of hopes for this date, it was actually going well and you really liked him. His humor, his smile, his je ne sais qois. You didn't want this whole thing to derail over saganaki of all things. Should you tell him the truth? Or not?

"I love it," you said confidently, shoulders pulled back.

"Bullshit," he hissed at you and leaned forward, elbows placed on the table as he tented his hands in front of his face. "Nobody likes saganaki."

"I do," you insisted with a scoff. "I like the corner pieces, actually, because they get the best crust."

"But it's stinky."

"Sometimes the best food is stinky food."

"It's not even greek!"

"Yes it is! It's greek cheese! Halloumi. Kasseri!"

"It's weird."

"It's a tradition," you insisted, getting a little hot under the collar.

You mirrored him, leaning forward to meet his challenge. But instead of tenting your hands, you fisted the cloth napkin in your lap. Wringing it. It was your turn, now, to wax poetic about a food; you knew this date was over anyway if this was anything to go by, just as you feared. Who knew cheese would be your undoing. Another anecdote never to tell your nonexistent grandchildren.

"It's a Chicago diner staple," you spat at him. "It's a spectacle, and you don't have to eat it if you don't like it, but you have to respect it. You have to clap when it comes out of the kitchen. You have to say opa when they light it on fire.

"And it's my favorite part of coming to places like this," you said with finality. "So if you can't deal with that...I guess this date is over."

You stared at him, stared him right in the eye, and he stared right back at you unblinkingly. That warm brown gaze that might as well have been made of molten fire the way it glinted in the incandescent light of the fixture overhead.

Finally, he blinked. And the serious facade fell away as he grinned. "Well good!"

"Good?" you asked, confused.

"Yeah, good." He nodded. "You passed my final test."

"Oh you son of a b--" He cut you off before you could get the expletive out.

"Listen, I don't like liars and I don't like people who pretend to be something they're not. I like real people. And sometimes, that's the last thing you get from someone when you go on one of these blind dates. I took a chance, and it was worth it. You're worth it."

You were at a loss for words.

He had a point. Blind dates...any dates really...were full of pitfalls and fake personalities and best behaviors. And sometimes you got to see authenticity peeking through, and sometimes that was a bad thing. So you couldn't fault him for this...because it was working out. For both of you.

But did it have to be over cheese of all things?

"It's also really good," Eddie continued after a few seconds. Your attention snapped back to him. "Because I placed an order for us to share while you were in the bathroom and if you didn't like it, this was gonna be really awkward."

And you couldn't help but through your head back in the biggest laugh, before you threw your napkin right at his face.

---

By the end of the date, you were so full of good food and good spirits from each other's company. Eddie had insisted on getting you a slice of their cherry cheesecake to go.

"It's a staple," he said as you waited in the line along the bakery case to pay. He leaned down and practically had his entire face pressed to the glass to ogle the beautifully lit cheesecake with shiny glazed cherries atop it. "I'm getting a slice to eat for breakfast tomorrow. So you in? Or no?"

He was also a sweetheart who paid for the absolute mountains of food you both had consumed, even though you insisted that you could pay for your portion.

"My uncle would roll in his grave," he said, elbowing you as he pulled bills out of his wallet. "He's not dead, by the way. But I think he would drop dead, let us bury him, roll over in it just to make a point."

"Nice to know where you get your flair for the dramatics from," you teased.

He smiled that big, bright smile again that made your heart flutter.

After he paid, you walked outside and hesitated to part ways, awkwardly figuring out how to say goodbye after such a perfect final blind date of your lives.

Eddie, once again, was the one to finally cross the line. No tricks this time, though. No tests.

"So, next Sunday?" he asked as you fiddled with your keys. "Pancakes and chicken and rice soup and saganaki?"

And you didn't hesitate to say yes.

[wnbawag]

Don't Let Your Intrusive Thoughts Win Part 10

Pairing: Breanna Stewart x OC!Griffin

Summary: Griffin, the 9th 2024 WNBA draft pick, was an unusual case, coming out of the University of Kentucky. You see, Griffin was short. Not just WNBA short, like short short. Like Griffin was barely 5’2. The Liberty, the team she was drafted to, loved to call her the shortest player of all time, but Griffin loved to 1. Remind them that Shannon Bobbitt was also 5’2 and 2. That she was definitely taller than Shannon. So she was the second shortest WNBA player of all time. The Liberty would roll their eyes at her, basically as one. 

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 1.2k

Note: I'm realizing now I never gave this poor child a last name. If you read these notes, send me a suggestion.

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Stewie and Griffin stayed up late that night, talking long after the movie was finished.

They agreed to keep talking, both wanting open communication about how they were feeling.

After Griffin had yawned about a hundred times, Stewie walked her back to her apartment.

As Griffin stood in the doorway, she looked up at Stewie who had one arm leaned against the doorway, looking down at her. Deciding to ignore the little voice in her head that was telling her she was stupid, Griffin stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Stewie’s middle, squeezing the older woman. 

Stewie couldn’t stifle her grin, keeping one hand leaned against the doorway and let the other wrap around the rookie.

She could get used to this.

—

That Monday, it was going to be Griffin’s first day back on the court in practice. She was looking forward to seeing how her newfound strength would change her game.

Stewie waited for her outside her building, the two walking to the subway together. They grinned like idiots the entire time, brushing shoulders like middle school lovebirds.

Stewie couldn’t keep the grin off her face the entire way to Barclay’s.

She got called into a pre-practice meeting with JJ and Sandy, discussing plays for the upcoming game against the Mercury.

Griffin hadn’t been at team workouts in three weeks, so when she pulled her shirt off to replace it with their practice jerseys, Sabrina surprised her by immediately catcalling her.

“Damn rookie, you’ve been working out, look at those shoulders!”

Griffin sent the girl a wink over her shoulder.

“You should see my abs,”

Sabrina swore she laughed the entire way to the court. 

—

After running the normal stretches, warm up drills, and shooting drills, they started to run a scrimmage.

Stewie, who hadn’t been near Griffin during the warm up, found herself beside the smaller girl in their team huddle.

She couldn't quite ignore how there was sweat dripping off biceps that she swore weren’t there when she carried her off the court all those weeks ago.

During the scrimmage, Griffin was definitely playing more carefully than she did before. But it was hard to ignore how much stronger and faster her passes were, how much more effective her screens were.

Even though she was still getting run through on screens, she was able to hold her footing instead of getting pushed to the ground.

That was enough improvement for Coach Sandy to be over the moon.

Sandy had them finish with a few 1v1 plays, deciding that Griffin vs. Stewie would be a fun matchup to end on.

Stewie had immediately assumed she would have this in the bag, with her experience and height advantage.

She hadn’t accounted for how damn fast the rookie was. The cross over the Griffin pulled then stepped back for a quick release three had Stewie’s plan of going easy on her crush out the window.

When Stewie got the ball after her shot, she was sure to play as physical with Griffin as she would’ve against anyone else, boxing the smaller girl out with her long legs, physically holding her back with her taller frame.

But when she jumped up for her mid range jumper, she was surprised to see Griffin jump up with her.

Stewie only got the shot off by a few inches over Griffin’s attempted block, accidentally coming into the rookie’s space on the way down, knocking her off her feet.

Stewie smirked down at the rookie, hearing her team’s cheers from the sidelines.

“That was a good try rook, I think you forgot I’m the GOAT,” Extending a hand to the rookie who had fallen to her knees, who was also rolling her eyes.

As she pulled Griffin to her feet, the smaller woman got in her space, talking just low enough so that only Stewie could hear.

“If you wanted me on my knees, you could’ve just asked,” 

And left Stewie as a spluttering mess, walking back to the sidelines with a swagger of someone who hadn’t just lost in 1v1.

—

They would be in Phoenix that weekend, playing the Mercury. 

Griffin was over the moon.

Stewie almost felt jealous from how much Griffin talked about fucking Diana. 

DT had been one of Griffin’s favorite players to watch all throughout high school and college, she loved watching the vet get numerous techs, how physical she was.

Griffin fully expected to get her ‘Welcome to the W’ moment from DT.

Stewie was a little nervous about it.

Griffin could tell Stewie was on edge about the game, she definitely knew Stewie was getting a little jealous of how much she was talking about Diana. 

So when Stewie was a little too riled up while lecturing the team on defence, Griffin made the decision to mess with her, just a little bit.

She spent the rest of practice subtly riling Stewie up in a different way. She bent over to tie her shoes just in front of her, made she when she fell down after a foul - she spent just a second extra on her knees looking up at wherever Stewie was, touched or held Stewie’s bicep every time they were near each other, and her final stunt? She mentioned how great her bruised ribs had healed, going as far as to pull up her practice jersey so her sports bra was on display and grab Stewie’s hand to place it basically on her underboob.

Safe to say Stewie was a spluttering mess by then.

Since it was a little too much fun for Griffin, while they were in the locker room after practice, Griffin pulled up a sexy picture she had taken a few days ago.

She had ordered a new all black matching set and was admiring it in her mirror, along with her newfound muscles, and couldn’t resist snapping a few pictures where her cleavage looked delicious.  

So, what was the harm of texting one to Stewie?

Stewie naturally pulled her phone out mid conversation with Nyara and Leo and promptly choked on air.

Leo and Nyara were quickly trying to hit her back to help her breath again while Stewie threw her phone into her bag with a force that drew the attention of the entire locker room.

“You okay Bre?” Sabrina asked hesitantly, clearly confused by the events unfolding.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Stewie gasped, sending Griffin, who was trying her best to hold in her laughter, a glare.

“Hey G, we gotta go or we’re going to miss our train,” Stewie said in a ‘don’t test me’ voice, causing Griffin to school her features and grab her bag, hurrying out the door with Stewie.

Sabrina and Nyara sent each other a confused look.

“Don’t they just take the subway home?”

—

Stewie’s arm snaked around Griffin’s waist once they left the locker room, pulling her so that they were chest to chest and her other hand went to Griffin’s chin, tipping it up to meet her stare.

“You are in so much trouble, smalls,”

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#TomcatTails

#TomcatTuesday

That Time I Bagged an F-16

I’ve written quite a bit about the challenges when flying the F-14A Tomcat against the F-16 Viper. It’s a very formidable Fighter, highly maneuverable, light weight, nearly 1 to 1 thrust ratio, fast roll rate, 9+ G capable, etc., etc. In contrast, the F-14A is much larger, heavier, .75 to 1 thrust ratio at best, slower roll rage, 7 G capable, etc., etc. It’s similar to two boxers, one with longer reach, more muscles, and better footwork; you know how it’s normally going to end. You’ve also heard me quote the Red Baron about the importance of “the man in the box”, vice the box itself. That will always be true but in reality, some boxes are REALLY good and can make even a mediocre pilot fairly formidable. At any rate, enough excuse making.

As one gets better in the air-to-air arena over time, you learn your own personal limitations but also discover a few of your own techniques that seem to work for you. The more time you spend on it, your BFM (Basic Fighter Maneuvers) get better and better and your skills improve, just like any endeavor (mental or physical or both). Wikipedia, for what it’s worth, has a pretty good section describing BFM in great detail and defines them as:

“The tactical movements performed by fighter aircraft during air combat maneuvering (ACM, also called dogfighting), to gain a positional advantage over the opponent. BFM combines the fundamentals of aerodynamic flight and the geometry of pursuit, with the physics of managing the aircraft's energy-to-mass ratio, called its specific energy.”

OK, pretty good start. The advanced stuff comes with practice and experience and instruction by the highly qualified bogey drivers at the Aggressor squadrons and for the purposes of this #TomcatTail we’re talking about the VF-126 Bandits at Miramar, CA.

When you’re between cruises and deployments, Fighter Squadrons have time for Unit Level Training (ULT) that doesn’t require the rest of the air wing to support. This is great since the squadrons are pretty scattered (Tomcats/E-2s at Miramar, S-3s at North Island, Hornets in Lemoore, A-6/EA-6 at Whidbey Island). This is also the time you take on some new Nuggets and focus on the basic A/A and A/G skills. One way we did this as a community was an annual flight line wide contest known as “Fighter Derby”. While the specific rules escape me (it WAS 30 years ago, please), it’s essentially hosted/run by the Bandits and all squadrons field 3 or 4 sections to compete against the rest of the squadrons on the base.

As you may imagine, something like this got HIGHLY competitive. As such, so was Bombing Derby that measured your A/G skills with precise times on target, etc. There were a number of other flight line contests and awards to be won at Miramar that all factored into the annual competition to win either the coveted “Battle E” for excellence or the even MORE coveted “Mutha” trophy for the most shit hot, coolest squadron on the flight line. The Mutha story would take a book, so I’ll leave it to another time, but that was THE trophy to win.

Our squadron, the VF-24 Renegades, began to prepare for the contest by focusing strictly on ACM for a couple weeks. We assigned crews to their specific sections (two planes are a section, four planes are a division). Just my luck, I got paired up with our only former Bogey Driver from VF-126, “Space”. Space was one of those rare salty dudes that just seemed older than he should be and spent a long time as a Lieutenant, eventually got selected for Lieutenant Commander, but likely wasn’t going much beyond that. That’s not a dig by any means, he just managed to stay in the cockpit his entire career and didn’t get those “checks in the block” that put one on track for higher ranks.

He was a WIZARD with the Tomcat because, as you’ve heard me say often, them damn Bogey Drivers were just SO good at ACM in any platform they flew. He had F-16N Viper time, A-4M Skyhawk time, and F-5E Tiger II time. He could transform the often lumbering F-14A Tomcat into quite the nimble minx (mostly) and would routinely beat up anyone in the squadron. He knew when to control energy to keep the fight going, when to transition into a vertical looping fight or a slow flat-scissors fight, and when to sell the farm (knots) and take a lethal shot. All in all, that’s a GREAT guy to go into Fighter Derby with!!

The day comes for VF-24 to throw their sections at the Bandits and it’s (naturally) beautiful weather. As I recall the scenario, we’d meet in the Restricted Area 2301 West to the west of MCAS Yuma. That’s a huge training range with a TACTS range inside of it (tracked your aircraft) as well as a great target complex called “Cactus West”. A little Fighter lore; years ago the VF-2 Bounty Hunters (callsign “Bullet”) lost a jet out there due to a departure and flat spin. It impacted in a mountain pass in the Barry Goldwater Range and to this day, the site is called “Bullet Pass.” (aircraftarchaeology.com/f14goldwater.h…)

Space and I launch out of Miramar, as ready as we’ll ever be (me at least). After our transit to R-2301 we check in with Range Control and check in with the Bogeys. They were already on-site as they’re doing one engagement per section (you get one run) so they can cycle through 2 or 3 sections pretty easily before they have to RTB to Miramar. Today, a Viper and a Dog (A-4) are on the menu. Or is it going to be Tom Kitty for lunch? We’ll see.

The basics here are that you start with a 30-mile set to give both sections time to acclimate and maneuver as needed to provide the most advantageous merge. The overall score is determined by time-to-kill and if you lose anyone. Key to note is that this is a training evolution. The Bogeys are going to give you a HARD problem, but not an IMPOSSIBLE problem. They will fight you hard but they will not just spank the shit out of you. You’re being judged on how you engage, how you react to perceived bogey mistakes, if you make any mistakes, etc. Again, I will be a hard fight but you can both survive. The question is can you kill them faster than everyone else?

So the set up is ready and we call “Fights On”. Space is on the left (lead) and I’m on the right in 1 mile combat spread, stepped down about a thousand feet (don’t be co-altitude, too easy on the bogies). As we march in, we get radar on the Bogies. At this point we can see two, about a mile apart but don’t know which one is which, Viper or Dog. What you DON’T want to do here is let them “bracket” your section (where both pass outboard me and Space….kiss of death) and you don’t want to meet off center so either Space or I go down their middle; also not good. Best scenario is you bracket THEM, and Space on the left turns right to attack my guy with angles and me on the right, turn left to engage HIS guy with angles. Classic “switch”. Break the hands/pens out, take a minute and think that through…..I’ll wait.

Once you’re within 10 or 15 seconds of a merge, you’re not allowed to try and cross over someone’s nose to change the pass from left-to-left to right-to-right because you could screw it up and collide nose on. Not good (but frankly not painful as you’d never know it happened). As luck would have it, we face the Kobayashi Maru; we’re getting bracketed and can’t maneuver to change it. Wonderful. And I get the Viper……down my right side. Nuts.

As I’m merging with the Viper I take a peak at the Dog passing down Space’s left…..oooh, he’s going nose high right. Towards me but nose up. I have several options, mostly bad, but one that I think might work. Space follows him nose up near vertical to get separation, the Viper turns across my tail and starts pulling for Space, and I elect to roll right and pull OUT of the fight and away from the Dog. Strange, but it works out. You’ll see.

So I’m pulling for my life to get back in the fight, the Dog is struggling to catch up since I got such separation, and the Viper is chasing Space up hill and left. After a 180° I then pitch it pure nose low (straight down) and roll my lift vector to where I THINK Space and the Viper are going to be in about 20 seconds and pull….HARD. The lift vector is an imaginary plane coming out the top of my jet and it’s where you’re pulling to in space. Did I say I was pulling HARD?

After a few seconds, the gray-out starts to impact my vision. When you’re pulling that many G's and you’re body is fighting 7 times the force of gravity in sometimes awkward positions in the cockpit, it’s not hard to let the G get in front of you. You’re doing your “HOOK” maneuver, straining your stomach to keep blood in your head and your G-suit is full inflated, but sometimes it’s not enough. If you’re sitting there looking straight ahead, imagine your peripheral vision going gray at the far left and right and then slowly getting more gray toward the middle, and eventually it takes a circle shape where 80 or 90% of your view is now gray. That’s gray out. The harder you pull the smaller that circle gets. If you ease off, the circle gets bigger. You’re conscious, you talking to your RIO (in this case “Watts”) and you’re flying your jet, you just can’t see all that good.

The timing wasn’t quite right to ease the pull yet; that’s the instinctual part of ACM. You just KNOW how fast you’re turn rating across the sky and you just KNOW when you’ll be nose on the bogie based on where he was and what he’s was doing 30 seconds ago. You just KNOW. I can’t really explain it past that.

I keep the pull on and I’m mostly grayed out for a few more seconds. And then it’s time. Relax the pull and Voila!, I’m in a nose up position looking at beautiful blue sky. And wonder of wonders there’s a Viper in my windscreen and his left rear quarter is showing me some leg. He’s closing in on a shot on Space but my Sidewinder seeker head is already staring to growl. Quick finger fire to get the ‘Winder to lock and “Fox 2 the Viper in a left turn…….kill Viper.”

The Dog is still a bit behind me and not nose on and Space keeps his hard turn in and gets nose on the Dog pretty quick. I come hard left now to get the Dog to chase and he does. A few seconds later Space bags the Dog with a ‘Winder at about a mile. “Knock it off” and head home for a quick debrief and probably beers at the O’Club. That tended to be the default at Miramar.

We didn’t win Fighter Derby that year but our flight did reinforce a few key lessons:

1. I’d rather be lucky than good.

2. Even a blind squirrel finds a Viper once in a while.

@RSE_VB via X

[this-is-moony-lovegood]

Grave Digger AU (Bones AU) Sneak Peek

I am ONE scene away from finishing my Bones AU/Grave Digger AU buddie fic that I have been working on since the end of season 6 and I wanted to share a final snippet with you before I post it. Hopefully tonight, if not, tomorrow!

As a reminder here is the fic synopsis:

While working a case of the serial kidnapper, the Grave Digger, Forensic Anthropologist Dr. Evan “Buck” Buckley and Etymologist Dr. Howard “Chimney” Han are kidnapped and buried alive until the $8 Million ransom can be paid. After receiving the call, Special Agent Eddie Diaz and the forensic science team at the Jeffersonian must race against the clock to find where the Grave Digger has buried their friends before they run out of oxygen.

Enjoy the sneak peek! Let me know if you want to be tagged when I post it! :)

Since Eddie started working with Buck and the Jeffersonian, he has seen bodies found in a lot of weird places: the stomaches of bears, inside of walls alongside a stash of drugs, in a 1950s fallout shelter, a garbage truck, oh, and only a few weeks ago floating in a water filtration plant. Yeah, that one made Eddie stock up on bottled water, and seriously consider only showering at the bureau or Buck’s apartment for at least a week. However, getting the call about this case takes the cake when it comes to dump sites. “My superiors say to let you look at the flying saucer.” “It’s not a flying saucer.” Eddie says, dismissing the park ranger’s wild claims, as he and Buck step under the crime scene tape. “It sure looks like one.” “Come on, Eds, at least check it out first.” Buck says, humoring him. “You know Chris is going to love the idea of us discovering aliens.” “Local kids dirt biking saw something shiny poking from the dirt.” The park ranger continues as the two of them approach, and okay, Eddie has to silently admit that it does look a teensy bit like a flying saucer sticking out of the dirt. He could see how a couple of rambunctious pre-teens with wild imaginations could mistake whatever the shiny, capsule door was for something out of a sci-fi movie. But come, on? Aliens in L.A.? Isn’t that more of an Area 51 thing? “They dug it out, looked in the window, and saw aliens.” “Did you look?” Buck asks. “Yes, sir. Then called for back up.” “Why?” “On, the account of well, they are, aliens.” He shares a look with Buck, and finds that he too has his eyebrows raised. However, while Eddie knows his are out of skepticsm, Buck’s are definitely from curiosity. His whole body is practically vibrating with excitement. “Alright.” Buck says, crouching down and dusting off the glass window a little more. No more than fifteen seconds later, he turns to Eddie, the smile on his face having turned into a grimace. “Do you want to take a look?” Nodding, Eddie carefully pulls off his sunglasses and crouches down next to Buck, so close that their shoulders are brushing. The glass is still a little dirty so he has to squint to see inside, but he instantly recgonizes the outline of two skeletons in matching navy and red track suits. They’re sitting on the floor of the - well, Eddie doesn’t have a better word for it other than spaceship at the moment - with one of them wrapping their arms around the other. Whoever they are, their last moments were spent holding one another. However, what really gets Eddie is their size. He might not be a forensic anthropologist like Buck, but he’s been doing this a long time to have a pretty good idea of what he’s looking at. “Oh, are those what I think they are?” He asks, hoping he’s wrong. “As long as you’re thinking they’re two adolescent human males.” Kids. Two kids who are likely barely that much older than Christopher. God, cases like this made his stomach lurch. With one look at Buck, he can tell he feels the same way. “How long?” He wonders aloud. “The amount of dehydrated tissue suggests the tank is sealed and intact. Years.” Years? These boys had been trapped down here, clutching each other for years… he doesn’t even want to think about what their parents must have been going through for that long. Oh, this is going to be a hard home visit to make. He’ll have to take Buck. He’s much better at softening the blow when Buck is at his side. Sighing, he turns to the park ranger and says, “I liked it better when you thought they were aliens.”

PS. Also, this fic is over 20k. Would you prefer to read this in two easier to read parts or one solid 20k chunk? Vote below and let me know.

[pocket-lad]

CH 3- Really Real (Gravity Falls g/t)

1 ● 2 ● 3 ● 4 ● 5

Evie couldn’t believe that after all this time, after all they’d worked for, everything would be destroyed by two clueless children.

To interfere, or not to interfere…

The kids hardly trusted their own grunkle right now, so it was hard to imagine they’d trust her, a freaky tiny person they had only met a few weeks ago. Their hesitancy toward her almost definitely had something to do with the fact that she resembled a creature they’d find in one of Ford’s journals more so than a person. And in their heightened emotional state, if they didn’t trust her, it could be very bad news.

They located the shutdown switch. It was a matter of seconds, it was now or never. To interfere, or not to interfere. She took a deep breath, and-

But Evie didn’t have to decide. Just before Dipper could turn the portal off, Stan charged into the room. “Don’t touch that button!” he screamed, chest heaving.

Evie could only listen as he pleaded with his niece and nephew, begging them to trust him, explaining that all of this was for family. In his panicked state, he couldn’t seem to get to the actual point, and before he could, gravity turned off again. They were so close, less than a minute until the portal opened…

Distracted, Evie lost her grip on the metal machinery bolted to the ground. She scrambled for purchase, but just as with everyone else, floated aimlessly into the air. The weightless sensation was odd, particularly the inability to go anywhere. There was nothing to spring off of, no momentum to be gained. And so she floated right into everyone’s eyeline.

“Staaaaan,” she called out nervously, a warning that she was in the room. With everything floating around her, there was no doubt she’d get lost in the chaos, and when gravity finally did decide to come back, she didn’t want to get stepped on.

Luckily, all she got from the twins (and Soos) was a shocked expression. She supposed she would be the least surprising thing they encountered today. Hell, they were still convinced Stan wasn’t even their grunkle.

She used this lack of reaction to her advantage. “You have to listen to him, guys! Stan loves you so much, he would never do anything to hurt you. But you have to let the portal open!”

“What?! You’re in on this, too?!” Dipper cried.

A large wave of energy burst from the portal and forced them all in the opposite direction. Evie hit the wall hard, and seconds later felt the vibration as everyone else slammed into it too. The only person missing was Mabel. Her foot snagged on a wire, and she was now the only one with the capability to turn the machine off.

“Look into my eyes, Mabel! You really think I’m a bad guy?” Stan pleaded.

The girl looked so scared, so unsure. Her eyes darted around, tears leaking out of them, and everyone could practically see the gears turning in her head, the heart pounding in her chest. But Mabel let out a deep breath, let go of the console, and said, “Grunkle Stan, I trust you.”

The portal finished its countdown.

Blinding light enveloped them all and a strong force of energy assaulted them. Evie’s grip on reality faded, and she blacked out.

It was only a few seconds before her eyes cracked open. She was on the floor, surrounded by random clutter. It was a miracle nothing fell on her, but the day wasn’t over. Unconscious giants were just beginning to regain consciousness, so she needed to move. Fast.

Evie stumbled to her feet, but before she could run, a pair of black, heavy boots stopped her dead in her tracks, her arms pinwheeling to maintain her balance. Attached to those boots was a person. He was covered head to toe in dark fabric, but when he pulled away his visor and mask, Evie knew it could only be one person. He was much, much older than before, but it was him. She knew it.

The ground rumbled as the humans pushed themselves to a stand one at a time, but she didn’t dare take her eyes off of Ford, scared she might lose him again if she looked away for even a second.

Stan spoke first. “Finally! After all these long years of waiting, you’re actually here!”

In the blink of an eye, Ford lashed out and punched Stan square in the jaw. Evie leapt out of the way as an argument bubbled between the brothers.

“What the heck was that for?!” Stan demanded, cradling his jaw.

“This was an insanely risky move – restarting the portal!” Ford said. “Didn’t you read my warnings?” His voice was deeper, more gravelly than Evie remembered. She also couldn’t imagine him, out of all people, throwing a punch like that at another human being. It wasn’t in his nature. At least, it never used to be…

“Warnings, schmarnings. How’s about maybe a thanks for saving you?”

Ford scoffed. “Thank you? You really think I’m gonna thank you after what you did thirty years ago?”

“What I did? Why, you ungrateful-” It was Stan’s turn to attack.

Evie knew this could only go in one direction - bad. Despite her reservations about placing herself in the middle of brawling giants, somebody had to step in before they killed each other. “Woah, hey, calm down!”

Ford’s head snapped toward the faint voice. At the sight of the strange being standing on the floor, he whipped out his gun and aimed it in her direction.

Suddenly, everything went dark. Evie couldn’t see, and her feet were swept out from underneath her. She felt her body rise stories into the air, but when the motion stopped, whoever held her did not let go.

“What kind of maniac points a gun at someone three inches tall?!” Stan said, and the way his voice enveloped her told her she was in his hand.

Ford’s sarcastic, muffled voice made it through to her ears. “I don’t know, perhaps it has something to do with the fact that you just pulled me from the nightmare realm . Forgive me for being so paranoid!”

“Stan, let me go!” Evie hollered. She shoved at his sweaty hands, unable to budge them even an inch.

Fine .

She was too frazzled to deal with this right now, so she bit down on one of his fingers, and knew she was successful when she heard him cry out. His grip loosened. It loosened a little too much, actually, and soon Evie found herself hurtling to the ground. She hit the floor with a pronounced ‘oof’. If she wasn’t so light, that fall would’ve killed her. As it was, her bones ached even worse on account of it being the second rough impact with the ground that day.

Evie groaned, knowing she had to keep going, despite wanting to lay there forever. After two deep breaths, she ran to the pile of junk she was perched on previously. It only put her at knee height for Ford, but it was better than on the floor.

“Ford,” she said, calling his attention down to her. “It’s me��It’s Evie.”

His cautious eyes searched her up and down, looking for something to latch onto, waiting for some kind of memory to trigger. He racked his brain for any tiny beings he would have met in the last thirty years, but nothing came to light. “I’m sorry, do I know you?”

Evie, now slightly panicked, turned to Stan to gauge his reaction. He seemed preoccupied with sucking on his injured finger. She was on her own.

“Yeah, of course you do. It’s me. I lived in your walls, I - I helped you build your portal. You have to remember!”

A long moment of silence stretched between them. His expression was unreadable, cast in a harsh, dark shadow. But then he spoke. “Oh…oh yes…Evie…”

Slowly, Ford knelt down and reached for her. On instinct, she backed away. This was a man she hadn’t seen in thirty years. The last time she did see him, he threatened to hurt her. He probably would have if he managed to get a hold of her. This, combined with the bloody, blistered state of the hand that plowed toward her with anxious, curled fingers, made her weary.

The hand stopped inches away from grabbing her. Evie forcibly let out a breath, visible in the cold air, and regarded all six fingers frozen in time. They floated in mid-air, waiting for her to make a move.

She took a cautious step forward, and then another. She stretched out her arms and grabbed the tip of his pinky finger with both her hands, feeling the dry, rough skin on hers. She looked up at him, and the shadows no longer concealed his face. His expression was soft, inviting, a sharp contrast to the tattered, worn state of his hands.

Evie was almost too scared to ask. “You’re really real?”

Ford laughed, which shook his hand ever so slightly, and Evie wobbled in place, still holding on to his finger. “I’m really real,” he said. “At least, I think so.”

Their reunion was interrupted by a loud, high-pitched voice. “Hey, hi. Mabel here. Quick question: What the heck is going on?!”

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Next

[bitesizedpoetry]

Answered Asks under the cut. Compiled these into one post because I have too many queued posts already.

[An update on this ongoing project—I finished all the excerpts. The queue keeps reaching the limit of posts allowed, so I'm just adding the final ones, but will run out within a few weeks. This blog will then be back to the normal queue.]

So glad to hear, thank you.

@oceanflowerbird Brought a smile to my face knowing this has become part of your day. Thank you for telling me. It's frustrating to read about what he had done. Even his own words can't save him, no matter how hard he tried to justify his actions (for instance, his letter to Sylvia's mother that he sent a month after her death). I avoided his writings like the plague for quite a while. But I finally read his poetry about Sylvia and letters a few years ago, primarily out of curiosity—What did he write to Sylvia in response to those love letters? How did he talk about her in his poetry and his letters? What did he write others during the affair? After Sylvia found out? What was he writing to his mistress throughout their affair? And after Sylvia's death? His letters to his children with Sylvia, if we isolate his role as a father in those precise moments, were the only pieces of his writing that made me think he was alright.

Yes, lovely stranger. I appreciate you asking. I'm hoping you are, too? This is one of my motivations why I wanted to finally do this project (been wanting to do this for years, actually, but kept procrastinating). A lot of Sylvia Plath's written work is actually full of hope. The ones that get a lot of attention are the more depressing ones, and that's understandable. But she was also full of humour. Though her humour was dark at times. In fact, the way that she described The Bell Jar, which a lot of people read as depressing (and it is, as well as quite problematic in certain parts), is as "a serio-comic", not "High Art, but it is good & funny", "a pot-boiler", "just practice", and once we read it through this lens, despite the topic, it does have its funny moments. How she talked about food and the fashion of the time usually makes me smile too. And the way she talked about her writing process can be quite inspiring. I'm still working on tagging the other quotes but here's what I have so far (the first line of links has a few older quotes from other authors, but the more recent ones are by Sylvia):

Hope 🌻 Happiness 🌻 Love 🌻 Nature 🌻 Food

...in love 🌻 ...being funny/sarcastic/glad 🌻 on...fashion 🌻 ...writing

And (I'm going to post this soon but here's a link) not a lot of people know, but she wrote a heartwarming children's book that was published posthumously and illustrated by Quentin Blake, who was best-known for illustrating Roald Dahl’s stories as well as the first Dr. Seuss book not illustrated by Seuss himself.

@onceuponabibliophisla Hi, I'm so glad to hear this, thank you! Got a few more in the queue.

Hi, happy to hear, thank you. Yes, you can read more about it in her letters, where she talked the most about it in detail. It's published in the 2nd volume of The Letters of Sylvia Plath (edited by Steinberg & Kukil). Here are a few excerpts:

The latest is the Ouija board we made; listen to this: we made a simple board by cutting out letters of the alphabet and arranging them in a circle on my coffee table, with a “yes” and “no” at opposite points, and put our fingers on a wine glass; we got the strangest answers, and worked & worked; all the heat went out of my arm—it must take terrific heat energy to move the glass from letter to letter; we got the most unusual spirits—named Keva (very infantile, who swore a good deal; said she lived “in core of Nerve”, both our nerves & belonged to both of us), then Pan, who told us there was a life after death, that he lived in “God-head” and claimed “Iv world enough”. (Letter to her mother, Sunday 28 October 1956)

Ted & I tried a new ouija character “G. A.” last night who claimed to be able to predict the football pools (a fortune of £75,000 is given away each week to the winner!) (Letter to her mother, Tuesday 13 November 1956)

We did our Ouija board for the first time in America & it was magnificent fun: responsive, humorous & very helpful. It seems to have grown up & claims it is quite happy in America, that it likes “life in freedom”, that it uses its freedom for “making poems”, that poetry is made better by “practise”. (Letter to her mother, Saturday 5 July 1958)

The ouija-board also told Ted to write about “Otters”, so he is doing so, & the beginnings sound quite good. (Letter to her mother, Saturday 5 July 1958)

Slowly, slowly, I write poems and they are about cadavers, suicides, Electra complexes, ouija boards, (Letter to Ann Davidow-Goodman, Friday 12 June 1959)

She only really became interested in it (and the occult, in general) under Ted Hughes' influence. He also regularly "hypnotized" her. After approximately this 3-year period, they largely seemed to stop using it.

@autumnbell32 Thank you 🌻 You put into words how I feel reading most his work, and especially when reading about what he did. It took awhile for me to finally read his letters and poetry, too (might not bother with his short stories/fiction). But yes, it really does give us a fuller picture of Sylvia's life.

Please, take all the time you need. It's going to be sad here for a few more weeks. As requested by someone, I did add content labels for a while, which hid the posts until you clicked to view, but then I kept getting messages that I shouldn't do that because it is literature, and shouldn't be censored. I do agree with them for the most part. But I'm not fully sure, considering tumblr's rules and all. Leaving it without the content labels for now.

See you again soon, dear stranger 💕

@facepalmmylifeu Oh, didn't even notice her birthday today. Do read more on her! I recommend the biography, A Lover of Unreason. It gives us a better insight into who she was and how she became such a woman, particularly in the first part about her upbringing. I think it was the best part of the book, but I didn't include excerpts here because I mainly chose parts that were relevant to Sylvia's story. At the beginning, there are instances where you feel bad for her, up until you read about her history of infidelity, the moment she meets Ted Hughes, their affair, the events after Sylvia's death, and of course, what she did to her own child—that feeling almost completely goes away. Unfortunately, the authors become a bit too subjective at certain points as well. The Collected Writings of Assia Wevill is also quite good. Her last letter to her father (and most of her writings toward the end of her life) is heart-wrenching and gives us her reasons for her final act. I've posted it in parts on this blog.

[marcia-11111]

Somewhere only we know - Sae Itoshi x fem! reader

It's a fluff with some angsty pieces. Reader is a captain of the coeducational team of Real Madrid, the new idea of World's Soccer Association. A mention of reader's sad past. Sae may be a little ooc.

Sae Itoshi is a character who belongs to the authors of the manga and anime "Blue lock".

h/c - hair colour

e/c - eye colour

s/t - skin tone

Please don't translate, plagiarise nor use my works on other social media platforms, etc.

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As harsh, cold, and distant as Sae Itoshi has become since his arrival in Spain, he was still only a human. The wind caused his reddish-brown hair to move. The new idea of the World Soccer Association dismayed him. Coeducational team? What a farce. Playing with women didn’t bother him, but having more people on his contact list was indeed troubling. At that point in time, Sae certainly hadn’t thought he would meet the bane of his existence. As much as Y/N L/N was an infuriating woman with her beautiful h/c hair and s/t skin, he could not have removed the picture of the striker from his head. How dare she have flashed her sparkling e/c eyes at him? Did she not realize how he must have felt next to Y/N? 

A Japanese prodigy. A genius midfielder. A member of Real Madrid's youth team. An asshole. A handsome male who is rude to interviewers. Because of his outstanding soccer career, the older Itoshi earned numerous titles and nicknames. Everything would have been flowing altogether if it weren’t for the new captain of Real Madrid’s coeducational team, Y/N L/N. He remembered their first meeting too well. No matter how hard he tried, he persisted in having forgotten her; he could not have done so. 

That Monday evening after practice. One week ago, when Sae’s teal eyes met Y/N’s e/c one, he kept his distance, never exposing that his distant nature was only a facade. She came up to him. 

“Leave me be. You probably know who I am, so I won’t bother with saying anything more to you.” He said it coldly. His demeanor didn’t discourage her. 

“A kind of peculiar way to introduce yourself to the new captain of Real Madrid, Sae Itoshi. I do not have to announce who I am either.” Y/N chuckled. Of course he knew who she was—Y/N L/N, the ex-captain and ex-striker of the Brazilian pro-team, Jackals. Her former teammates were such prodigies as herself. Even though she was already a star, Sae could not have been less bothered by the woman’s presence until their gazes met for the first time. He felt a bizarre feeling—it wasn’t butterflies, but a sense of familiarity. The midfielder noticed a bandage on her right arm, not having dared to ask what had happened to her. 

“I am not interested in talking with you.” The Japanese prodigy remained completely unfazed, despite a glint of surprise he (luckily) managed to contain. 

“Mhm. As if I wanted to talk with someone who has your attitude,” She replied calmly. “Y/N L/N.  Whether it’s a pleasure or not to see me for you, I do not care. My responsibility as a captain is to inform teammates of upcoming matches and not indulge in personal matters. You are a midfielder, correct?” Y/n added. Sae was flabbergasted. That woman appalled him to no end. Her beauty, her remarks, her personality. She is the new captain!? Good luck to members who cannot handle sarcasm and criticism. 

“... Correct.” Sae answered. His tone of voice was still as cold as the Arctic Ocean. He scanned the h/c’s woman's body, trying not to stare.

“Good. We have a practice match tomorrow. With FC Barcelona. Coeducational team. See you soon.” After having said that, his new captain just walked away. He didn’t want to be bothered by anyone; however, why did he feel the urge to run after her? He stayed in place, completely frozen due to the events of the past few minutes. The practice match against the rival team ended with a score of 4:3 for Real Madrid. Y/N proved herself one more time.

One month later, Sae found himself wandering aimlessly around the shores of Barcelona. Staring at the sea was his favorite pastime. It eased the mind of the young prodigy. The calm waves differed greatly from the people he was forced to be surrounded by. The feeling of the sand under his bare feet, freedom from any kinds of obligations, and hustle of the soccer world... 

What the boy could not have expected was to meet someone as strong and confident as Y/N, crying on the beach. She appeared vulnerable yet powerful, beautiful yet sad. 

“Why do you still haunt my mind? Why did my former team disband? Just why?” She sobbed to herself. They were the only two people on that shore. “Glass-shattered… That much for half a year not being present in the soccer world. Everything slipped through my fingers.” A young female took the sand in her hand and let it fall on the beach. “Just like this sand.”

Sae observed Y/N’s movements. She seemed so weak and strong at the same time. A fragile but poisonous flower. 

“Welcome back home, Y/N. In my hometown, which feels so foreign.” She sighed and sobbed. 

“Are you alright?” The question left the Japanese prodigy’s mouth before he could have ever thought about it. The weather and scenery didn’t match the scene before his eyes. Sae felt a sharp feeling in his chest—was it empathy, care, love, or sympathy? He wasn’t sure. The urge to embrace the cute woman in the midfielder's arms strengthened every second.

“No, I am not.” That answer was enough for him. Fuck it. Let him do what his heart wants for the first time in a while. Even if it was reckless for himself and his own career, Sae Itoshi hugged Y/N. The young male would be damned if he left her there alone without anyone to lean on. It was certain. He would not allow her to feel the same way he did after his arrival in Spain. Young, alone, and inexperienced in life. Some people have physical homes, others have spiritual ones, and some are lucky enough to have both. 

The male’s eyes widened when Y/N snuggled up to him. He stayed calm, but wrapped his muscular arms around the woman’s waist. 

“Do you have anyone to rely on?” He carefully stroked the girl’s back while she sobbed. 

“My parents are constantly not home; friends are abroad. My past is quite ominous, Sae… I had been the captain of the world’s best female prodigies in Rio de Janeiro. Everything ended when one of my teammates cheered. I was forced to disband the team. She shattered a glass trophy on my right arm; this is why it has been bandaged since then,” She revealed. “Barcelona is my hometown, but it feels so foreign.”

“...” Sae didn't answer; he just stroked Y/N’s back in a circular motion. “Shhh…” The girl started to sob again, this time into the older Itoshi’s chest. It didn’t bother him at all, contrary to what he thought earlier. Emotions were only an obstacle that prevented him from becoming the best. Maybe he was wrong. After all, within all his pride and coldness, Sae Itoshi wasn't a stranger to admitting his own mistakes. 

“Sae…” Y/N’s voice took him out of his train of thought. 

“Yes, querida?” The young male didn't notice that he used a nickname, which enhanced their proximity. However, the girl’s attention was somewhere else. 

“Could we dance in the streets of Barcelona? Please, Sae. It has been my dream since I was a young girl.” She whispered her request. Sae’s heart started to beat faster, no matter how hard he tried to collect this organ. 

“Yes…” Sae stood up first, helping the girl stand up. No matter how much he hated to admit it, he was still a caring person deep down. Behind the closed curtains and walls of ice, a warm heart beat. Sae Itoshi, in all his fame, glory, and achievements, existed as a human being, not a god. 

The girl softly smiled at him and jumped slightly. 

“There is a cozy area. Without paparazzi. I liked to go there when I was younger, with all of my troubles. The music always matches the feelings of a person!” Y/N exclaimed. Her e/c eyes examined Sae’s expression. When she checked for any signs of disapproval and found none, her precious smile brightened. The young woman intertwined her fingers with the man’s and showed him the way to the venue. “It’s here!” 

The music played. The rays of the evening sun illuminated the area. Y/N had never seemed more ecstatic than in that moment. Her skin and eyes were shining due to the light. Sae’s heart must have stopped beating. 

“美しい (utsukushii).” He whispered, not spotting Y/N’s curious gaze while she stared at the boy. Little did she know the word Sae said meant ‘beautiful’. 

“Shall we dance?” The older Itoshi didn’t reply but instead began to dance with her. ‘Somewhere only we know’ by Keane was played. Spain indeed felt like an empty, foreign land for him. The feeling of the sea nearing comforted both of them. Even though Sae could remember the streets of Madrid and Barcelona by heart, they have never given him a sense of familiarity. Always a foreigner, no matter where he found himself. And it appeared Y/N felt the same. Both of them didn’t have a place to begin. The world, which was once a cruel and cold place, seemed to have warmed along with their dance. 

Sae wrapped one arm around Y/N’s waist, signaling that he finally let her in. The other hand was intertwined with the girl’s. They kept on dancing in a comfortable place, such as the venue. They didn’t need any words to explain what they felt. The birds sang as the song continued. It wasn’t just a mere intimate moment, but an entanglement of souls. A lonely tear fell down Sae’s cheek. After so long, he found home in a woman. She was perfect. An angel. The light to his darkness, kindness to his mean nature. This was the place he had earned to find the sense of proximity that Sae Itoshi craved. After all that happened to him in Spain, the prodigy found happiness. 

“Y/N… I-” He couldn’t continue his sentence. The world would be cursed if she didn’t feel the same way as he does. Was it the end of everything? Their last dance? Or the beginning of something new? Even the gods themselves wondered. That endearing smile of hers—how much he wished to shield it from the world. Sae didn’t dare break the silence anymore. The romantic lyrics made his heart pound harder as the music reached its climax. Their bodies together felt like poetry. Not a forbidden one. The destined one. Everything fit perfectly, and they moved in sync. And once the music ended, gathering up his whole courage, Sae Itoshi made the first move: he hugged Y/N, embracing her tightly. 

“This has been wonderful... This song… It reminds me of you. Y/N.” He whispered as the tears fell down his cheeks. The young male was joyful when the girl let him embrace her. What he did not expect was the next question. 

“Do you finally feel at home, Sae? Thousands of kilometers away from your motherland.” He nodded, still clinging to Y/N.

“I do feel like I am at home, Y/N. I feel like I finally found peace in your arms. That is what I have always longed for," he confessed. For the first time abroad, the boy felt at home. “Do you mind if we stay like this for a little longer?”

“Certainly not. We can hold onto each other forever.” The girl’s voice made him smile. He kept holding her close to his chest. 

“I’ll be glad to stay like this forever.” He hugged her even tighter. The tears stopped streaming down his cheeks. 

“I have a confession to make.”

“I am all ears.” He didn’t let go of the young woman. 

“Barcelona has been my hometown since I was born. Currently, this city feels so foreign. The unfamiliarity terrified me. I had spent so much time abroad, resulting in my becoming a stranger here. However, today… I found peace with you. I finally feel at home.” Y/N revealed. She didn’t even stutter. Sae’s embrace tightened even more. 

“You know that I feel the exact same way?” A chuckle escaped the midfielder’s mouth. “I think I actually feel at home too, with you.”

“Maybe we are each other's destiny? Who knows? It fills me with joy. To be with someone, I don’t have to spend a lifetime translating my soul.” The girl looked into Sae’s teal eyes. He caressed her cheek. 

“It’s the most wonderful feeling I have ever experienced. Not having to translate my soul to you. Just one look, one thought, one word, and we understand each perfectly. I know I come off as rude, distant, and cold as well. We didn’t get off on the right foot. However, as the time went by, you showed me something more than a pretty girl with monstrous soccer skills—someone I could lean on. A person who became my home abroad.” Sae took a deep breath. “I love you, Y/N. And the world would be damned if my feelings were not reciprocated.”

There it was. She kissed him softly but passionately. The shock faded away quickly, and he returned the favor, tasting her lips for the first time. That day was his dream come true. He didn’t expect to fall in love and become smitten with someone. It didn’t matter now. After all, Sae Itoshi was still a human, even with all his medals and prizes.

[blackheart-6]

undertale noelle

explanation under read more (be warned, its long)

hi yall!

I've had an idea floating in my head for the past few weeks, and I've finally finished the first art(s) for it ^^

here’s the previews, and I'll start explaining this au under it (I've put a lot of thought into it, so I hope yall enjoy it 😁)

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okay, so pretty much the basis for this au is Noelle in Undertale, but I did 2 main changes; the first one is that she was born around a similar time to Chara and Asriel (like in [this old drawing|http://aminoapps.com/p/d8277i] I made a while ago), making them childhood friends, and the second change is that Shes a boss monster (which, as far as I know, there is no confirmation that only the dreemurrs are boss monsters, so I decided in this au (and as far as I'm concerned, in deltarune as well (there's a lot of reasons I came to this conclusion, but I don’t think anyone cares lol)) the holidays are boss monsters). so yeah, that's the basis of this au

so, here’s a timeline of events

It's all the same as canon (and all the major dates like Chara or frisk falling are my normal headcanons, regardless of au or not) until 200X, when Dess and Noelle are born (Dess roughly like 4 or so years older). then it's all the same until sometime in 201X, when Rudy dies (I imagine that, like deltarune, he is sick. with the deaths of 2 children, he considered family and all the other stuff going on, it made his sickness far worse, causing his death).

After that, in 202X, I had the first non-Chara human fall. in my mind I consider this one justice, but it doesn't really matter at all. I just went with justice because I have Noelle's horn broken in my design, so I imagine justice shot it. anyways, the human falls, and encounters Dess and Noelle in snowdin. even though asgore, at this point, as declared war on humanity because of Chara and Asriel's death, the holiday sisters had known a human for years, and they saw that humanity could be good. so, Dess approached the human and, in fear, the human shot her in the soul, killing her, and shot Noelle in the antler. Noelle, seeing her sister die right in front of her, and after every other tragedy Shes gone through, sort of goes into a rage and kills the human with her ice powers, turning her eyes permanently white and cementing her hatred for humanity.

After this, Dess's dust and the humans soul and corpse were found, but Noelle had run off into the woods, because the little rational part of her mind didn't want to hurt any of the towns people. She stayed there for a while, calming down as much as possible, before she returned home (side note, her mother is the mayor of snowdin here; not that important, but I thought I'd mention it) eventually.

from Dess's death on, Noelle had 3 purposes in her heart. to practice her magic so she could eliminate any humans she encountered ever again, and, when the monsters eventually became free, she would be able to fight in the war and prevent the humans from ever hurting the monsters again. and the last purpose? to see the stars. Dess had loved the stars (in theory) and had always wanted to see them, so Noelle knew she wouldn't give up until Noelle had seen the stars for Dess.

at this point, she waits until she's an adult, and the moves out to live in the woods, so she can practice magic without the fear of injuring any monsters, and because she's seen so many people around her die that she doesn't want to be around when more peoples she's known for years also inevitably die while she doesn't. She lives in a cottage in the woods, doing things like practicing her magic, working out, making food, reading books, sewing, and other random things like that to keep herself entertained. she originally didn't leave her house, and asgore, in his worry for her, would send her food and things, but as she got older and mellowed a bit, she would leave like roughly once a month to go buy things she needed and to meet up with asgore for tea. she would also go see her mother occasionally, but her mother was always trying to convince her to move back to snowdin and become mayor, which Noelle had no interest in doing.

Now I'll talk more about Noelle's relationships with the people in her life. She was very close to Asriel when he was alive and considered him like a sibling. and when Chara fell, she also grew quite close to them, admiring their internal strength. she was also quite close to her dad and sister before they also died, which is why she was hit so hard when all these important people in her life, who were supposed to live a very long time, died all quite close to each other.

Her relationship with her mother has always been quite complicated. even before all the tragedy happened, Noelle's mother (who I'll call carol) had considered Noelle the golden child who would take after her mayoral duties. young Noelle probably would have become the mayor if all the bad things hadn't happened, but once they did there was no way Noelle would ever want to be the mayor (being around all those people, knowing she would outlive them all sounded live a personal hell to her). and after the bad things, while Noelle still lived with carol for a few years, carol was trying to be a good mother and get Noelle to try and process all the bad things in a healthier way, rather than devoting her life to getting revenge. but Noelle was ruthless in her motivations, and she didn't really listen to anything her mother had to say. once she moved out, she didn't really speak to her mother in years, but one time when she was having tea with asgore, he mentioned how Noelle's mother wasn't getting any younger, and how Noelle should spend time with her mother, before she never has the chance to. This inspired Noelle to start talking more with her mother (maybe Noelle even has a phone at this time, so they call) and trying to let bygones be bygones. Eventually her mother does pass, but it doesn't hurt Noelle as much because she knows her mother lived a full life.

Noelle's relationship with toriel is quite complicated, so let's talk about that. When Noelle was younger, she liked toriel a lot, and was quite happy to call her family. but after Chara and Asriel died, and toriel left for the ruins, Noelle started feeling more complicated feelings for her. Noelle still tried to stay in touch with toriel, going to the ruins door and chatting through it, but one day after Dess's death, they get in an argument. Noelle thinks toriel running off to the ruins was cowardly and an awful thing to do, abandoning her kingdom in its time of need. and toriel letting the human leave the ruins, letting the human kill Dess, rather than taking the humans soul and going up to the surface and freeing the monsters was unforgivable. but toriel, who once lived on the surface and knows that humans aren't awful, refuses to kill any humans, and while she does feel awful about Dess, she couldn't have known the human would do that. both of them refuse to give in to the others beliefs, so Noelle declares her disgust for toriel and leaves the door and doesn't speak to toriel for a long time, not until the monsters are free. after the pacifist ending, Noelle and toriel start slowly reconnecting, just through hobbies and stuff, and avoiding the elephant of their fight. Eventually, they know they have to talk about it, and while they both do still agree with what they said (mostly), they agree that it's all in the past, and that there's nothing to be done now. They never become as close as they once were, but they do reconnect.

The main relationship in Noelle's life is her connection with asgore. even when she moves out, she still hangs out with him, and he is the one who built her house. They both mostly drink tea while chatting, but they both like the company. and, when Noelle gets a phone, they chat far more, just talking about their days and what they've done. I imagine Noelle had continued to talk to him the most because he had declared war on humanity, something she had greatly agreed with (she does agree with toriel on one thing though, that asgore should have taken the first soul he got and went to the surface, but she doesn't want to fight with him and lose the last connection to her old life).

and now I'm on her life after the pacifist ending. imagine her surprise when she gets a phone call from asgore saying to come to his castle, and that the barrier has been broken. She's probably in shock at this moment, knowing that this could happen any time, yet not truly believing things could ever change. She does go to new home in almost a trance, not knowing if she should dare hope. but, when she gets to asgores castle, she's greeted with the sight of the barrier being gone, and monsters leaving en masse. She also leaves and is greeted with a beautiful sky full of stars.

I have a lot of ideas of what Noelle does post pacifist, but I've already rambled way way way too much lol. I can't imagine anyone made it to the end of this mess of text, but if you did, I salute you. o7

oh yeah, I still haven't showed off my designs. whoops, I prattled on and on so much, I forgot to even show the art

so, here’s the first drawing

This is the base I used for the other 3 drawings. This is just showing off her fur pattern (which is pretty much the same fur pattern I give her normally). I tried to make her super fluffy, because I imagine its quite cold in the snowdin forests, so she's adapted to have fuller, longer fur. and I tried to give her a bit of aging on her face, to show she's an adult, but it's kinda hard to see. and her horn is broken, which I mentioned above (tldr, the human who killed Dess also broke her horn)

and here’s her first outfit

the outfit is based off the outfit I usually give dark world Noelle, but I got rid of the bell (I felt like it was more childish, which, there's nothing wrong with having childish things as an adult, but I wanted to show how she's matured) and I added more fur on it, for extra warmth. I also added sleeves for the same reasons. I gave her a braid in this drawing (I kinda regret that now, and wish I had changed the hairstyle, but I didn't want to change it) because I feel like Noelle probably gets bored and does her hair in different styles a lot (also why it's so long). and I gave her white streaks to show her age and because it made her feel more ice-like to me (and I made her hair fade to a lighter blonde for the same reason, and it's also a call back to an [old drawing|http://aminoapps.com/p/4g8sqw] I've made before where I also faded her hair). I imagine she wears this when she's outside in the forest.

here’s the second outfit!

This one is probably my least favorite, because I just couldn't get the colors right, so I'll probably edit it some other time. This outfit was based on the outfit color scheme I gave child Noelle. like you can see in [this drawing|http://aminoapps.com/p/d8277i], I gave her a red and green sweater and a brown skirt. but in the adult drawing I gave her a brown sweater and red and green stockings (I think I'm so clever lol). The stockings were also based on the red and green leg warmers I normally give her in her light world form too. I imagine she wears this outfit in her house, because it's not as cold in there so she doesn't have to layer as much

and here’s her final outfit (for now, at least. if people like this au I might do more 🤪)

for this one, I just gave her the actual dark world dress she had in-game. but in Undertale I like to think she put some magic on it that makes it cooling, so when she goes to other parts of the underground, she isn't super hot. I gave her an ice antler, mostly because I thought it looked cool, and because having a normal silhouette (from a distance) might make her seem less odd, so she can get around without being bothered. I gave her curly hair, like I used to do in most of my drawings (but I don't do as much) as a callback!

also, I totally forgot to include a ring in any of these drawings, but I meant to give her some soo-

Well yeah, that's all I've got for now!

if you've made it this far, have a cookie 🍪

and have a great day ^^

(this is 2k+ words long-)

[otterronpas]

CHIBI LORE

NOW

IDMEDITALY

NOW

ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE!!! So a select few of you may remember my OC/sona, Chibi! I used her a whole lot years ago when I was really active on tumblr, but now that I'm older and revamping my page, I thought I'd give her an update as well! Her lore will be under the cut because I WROTE A LOT SJDJH but do feel free to ask me more questions about her! I'll probably start drawing her more often, so expect to see some art of her sometime!

CHIBI LORE

Chibi grew up in a little village, raised by her father since her mother passed away while she was still young. Members of the village also pitched in to help raise her, so it was like she had one big family.

Magic was heavily taught and practiced in this village, and Chibi’s family had a long history of telekinetics. As such, she grew up learning telekinesis. She’s not a master at it, but she can use it well enough.

Chibi was a relatively quiet and reclusive kid, a bit eccentric at times. She was sometimes a bit slower to learn things in classes than others, but she was still able to learn the material well. Unfortunately, these tendencies often made her a target for bullies. 

Chibi’s main bullies came from “gang” or rival territories in the village. These kids were much stronger, much more powerful than Chibi; because of this, she did her best to ignore them and keep her head up. However, the bullying soon evolved into threats of violence; this was what gave Chibi the push to tell someone about what was happening.

The bullying was swiftly taken care of, and Chibi thought that was the end of it. And for a few weeks, it seemed like it was. Chibi finished her studies, and she was looking into exploring further outside the village. What she didn’t know was that the bullies were plotting revenge. They were convinced that Chibi thought she was stronger than them, that she was much better than them now that she had told someone about them. They wanted to do something big, something that would make her never want to cross them again.

This culminates in Chibi coming home one day to find her home completely trashed. Things were stolen, broken, it was a complete mess. Worst of all, her father was nowhere to be found. Just before she could call for help, the leader of the bullies revealed themselves to her. They berated Chibi to her face, saying that it’s her own fault they did this to her home, because she went and “tattled” on them. They told Chibi that she needed to leave the village, or else things would get much worse for her. Afraid for her own safety, she grabbed what she could and ran far from the village, as far as her legs could take her.

As a side note, Chibi’s father is still alive! He caught the gang in the act of wrecking the house, but was ultimately threatened into running away from the  village. However, the gang convinced Chibi he was dead.

Chibi camped out in the woods for a couple days, scavenging for any food she could hunt down and find. Most of these consisted of small animals, like birds and mice. It wasn’t as good as her village’s home cooking, but it was something. Better than starving, at least. She was surviving, but she knew she couldn’t live in the woods forever. She started seeking out shelter, looking for anywhere she could stay and get back on her feet.

Note: At this time, Chibi is around 16 years old.

Meanwhile, it didn’t take long for the village to notice Chibi’s disappearance. A search party was sent out for her, and they were soon able to find her living deep in the woods. They had planned to bring her back home, but Chibi informed them that she couldn’t go back home due to the gang’s threats. Knowing how powerful the rival territories were, the village agreed to help Chibi find a new place to stay. They eventually found her a home to stay in, somewhere close to the city. In a way it worked out, since Chibi was interested in visiting the city someday. They provided her with enough food, clothes, and funds to help her get back on her feet, and told her she’d always have them to fall back on if she ever needed it. With that, she said her goodbyes and set out for her new home.

Chibi would spend the next four years living on her own, and once she turned 18 she began applying for colleges in the city. She was accepted into a small city college that was decently affordable, but she knew she’d have to get a job to help sustain herself. After looking for a while, she picked up a housekeeping job, and she still works with this company to this day. 

[pickledbutt]

So I (17 F) recently got a new baby brother that was adopted from a distant relative so technically my cousin. I have been the one taking care of him the most since his arrival. I bath him in the morning and evening, I feed him, change his diapers, play with him almost all day and I even take him out with me when I run errands, because of this I've even gotten a few snide remarks from some old ladies before but that's ok cause I really only go out when I have to. I'm a homebody and I only go out when absolutely necessary.

Now unto the real reason I'm writing this, I started nursing school a year ago and believed I could go from my mom's house because I didn't want to go through the trouble of getting a place closer to the school. However it backfired on me since with me doing majority of the work for the baby I couldn't really focus on my education.

Now my brother (19M) came back from his university out of state, I'd say like a month ago. And for me the timing was perfect cause I was having exams in a few days and I really needed to study. He however wasn't helpful at all. He'd carry the baby when he felt like it and couldn't even change his diaper or get him to stop crying so nine out of ten times I'd still end up carrying him. Because of this I was only able to read in the middle of the night after the baby had gone to bed(he's almost 1 and he's really active). On the particular night that started this, I was having my practicals and I was not prepared at all so I asked my brother to just watch him for the night so I could study. I bathed him and handed him to my brother then went to study. I wasn't even able to get 30mins of studying in before my brother came in to tell me that the baby was hungry and I need to make food for him, I told him to just make it himself seeing as it's literally as easy as making cereal. He told me that he "doesn't know how to do it" which really pissed me off because you can't be that incompetent. Like if you don't want to do it I'd rather you just say that rather than say something so clearly a lie. Of course since I was annoyed, and lacking any proper sleep I snapped at him and asked him "you can't make him food but suddenly I'm the lazy one".

(There are multiple other examples where it's the same thing, I'm doing everything while neglecting my school- my brother comes home for a few weeks- I decide I can relax a little since he's here and he's older so he should definitely be able to do it if I can do it- they call me lazy or he says "I don't know how to do it" and my mom always supports him saying "I should do it since I can do it better" but suddenly I'm so lazy.)

Anyway it became a huge argument which in turn became a huge argument with my mom the next day. So my mom decided that since I'm so lazy I don't want to care for the baby(the wasn't my problem I love that boy to death) I shouldn't be allowed around him and my brother even added on that I shouldn't leave my room cause no one wants to deal with my bad attitude. So after about five days of this I didn't see the baby, and my brother was doing everything with him while being unable to go outside I caved. I couldn't stand hearing him cry and not being able to do anything because my mom decided I don't deserve him(again i love that boy to bits and in return he loves me just as much so i know that would stop crying). My aunt spoke to me about it and told me to just apologize, that she understands but if I really want to keep playing with the baby and taking care of him I should just apologize. So I did so and almost immediately after all the baby chores were back on my head only this time my mom had hired a nanny so I didn't really have to do anything of the bathing and diaper changing but I did still do them occasionally.

Now just last night my brother was bathing the baby, because we now take turns bathing the baby and the night before I had bathed him, and he told me I should go make food for the baby. I told him that he's going to be a while in bathing him so he's should probably wait until he's done to make the food and I can't make it because I have multiple assignments that are beginning to pile up so I need to focus on that. He said he'd come meet me when he's done so that I'll make the food and now feed the baby too. I didn't answer and decided to got to bed because I know that if I was awake then he'd tell me to do it. So I went to bed and I actually did fall asleep but guess what he woke me up to go prepare the baby food and at this point the baby was already asleep I'd already put him to sleep so I was like "ok" and I contemplated just going back to sleep because that's something he always does but decided not to and to just make the food. Before I could get up however he came into my room and was basically yelling at my to "stop sleeping and get up to feed this boy" I was annoyed because wtf why're you yelling at me so I yelled back "I already said I was coming didn't I?" He said I should just keep yelling and being disrespectful and went to tell my mom that I said I don't want to feed him. Which led to a whole argument where he said that I wasn't sleeping that I was playing with my phone and that he'd told me multiple times (mind you he decided that I'd make the food after he was done bathing the baby and he'd only come in twice after that).

Now this morning at about 5:30am I woke up to the baby screaming and crying, at first I was confused I was like is the baby crying noise coming from outside the house? So after about ten minutes I got up and decided to check. Turns out it was my baby brother and my mom was doing nothing about it. She was literally just watching him scream cry and wasn't doing anything so I made to carry him, cause I don't want him crying for God knows how long, and she said I shouldn't touch him since I don't care about him enough to feed him and was starting fights over it. I almost started fighting with her cause that's all she ever does she hears her sons part of what he asked me to do and not the reason I decided not to do it. If her son cared about him so much why couldn't he do the food for the baby???. So anyway I left, I decided that I wouldn't do anything else since everything I do is really anything and I'm the laziest bastard in the whole world. The baby cried for about 15more minutes and has been crying anytime my brother tries to carry him so my mom's been forced to do his morning routine with him which is something either I or the nanny does depending on our schedules. But I've decided I'm not doing anything.

Another thing that contributed to this decision was my brother stating that "I should go ask the people around (his friends with everyone) they're always asking why I'm carrying him out" this is something that I previously told my mother he'd say. Because it's like you're always outside and I'm always inside so of course the number of times you carry him out and people see you with him is going to be more than mine, but I can't even say go ask my friends because my friends don't come over. His friends would never come over unless he's here so they obviously won't see when I carry the baby even when I'm cooking or the times I spend the whole day with him cause I don't live outside lie my brother does.

[morrisxn02]

Eyes widened with a flicker of surprise at Monty’s plea that he told him a totally fucked up and fun story. Simultaneously?! Who did Monty think he was? Cara? If he were to make a Venn diagram of all the memorable moments of the previous summer, there would be a big circle pertaining to everything he considered fucked-up, a smaller circle with all things fun, and right at the intersection, there would be one single story – that is, depending if Monty’s definition of fucked-up was comprehensive enough to encapsulate the anecdote that had taken place just a few weeks prior.

“Look, I hate to disappoint–” And he meant it. There was nothing in this world Edward Morrison hated more than not meeting people’s expectations for him, but given how his summer had gone, most of his stories would certainly fall flat. “But I spent the better half of the summer in Manhattan, working with my dad.” While locals flocked to the beach, and his close friends got into their private jets to spend three months traveling around Europe, Edward was forced to sit inside an office on the 67th floor of a building in the Financial District looking over spreadsheets and fixing up Powerpoint presentations. “He got me started on this management internship program.” That was where most of the fucked-up stories were concentrated. And, still on the topic of the terminology of the expression fucked up, he assumed hearing about his father’s friends’ conversations about the current state of the world, or how his dad had consistently made a point of treating him like a waiter in front of the whole management team was not what Monty had meant. “And I know that it’s unfair that I’m complaining because so many people would kill to be in my position and blah, blah, blah.” Really, he was aware of his privilege, he just didn’t care, because not only did he dislike working with – or for, reader’s choice, really – his father, but he was also awful at it. “But honestly, it was quite dull…” He concluded with a little shrug of indifference. Dull was an understatement but wasn’t going to bore Monty with more details about pie charts and the consistent hum of the air conditioner.

“There was one thing a couple weeks ago, though, when I went abroad to visit a few friends.” He started, thinking there was no point in not sharing since they were already there. At least then Monty wouldn’t think that Edward – who hadn’t dislocated a shoulder while jumping off a window – had managed to have an even more boring summer than him. “We were hiking, and we veered off the path and accidentally wound up at a nudist lake. Which, frankly, isn’t anything out of the ordinary because, you know, it’s Europe, and people there will get naked the minute the sun comes out.” It was an exaggeration, of course, but the first time he had seen people sunbathing naked in the middle of Berlin, he was shocked to learn that that wasn't an uncommon common practice. “And I’m sorry if I’m being indiscreet, but picture this, an old man, wearing only his sneakers – think Sonic the Hedgehog, but older – starts running towards us and yelling that we should either take out our clothes or leave. It was just a really discombobulating sight.” So much so, that they felt like they had no choice but to comply with the older man's request.

It was underwhelming to not get any update on Sam's wellbeing. All that anxious effort put into asking, and then -- nothing. He didn't blame Edward for not having any news for him, though. If there was anyone he should've been asking about Sam, it was Ollie, but Monty felt like he'd lost the right to ask him anything about her already, long before he'd made sure to make a mess of their brief campus reunion. His expression dimmed, disappointment palpable as his lips parted in a silent 'oh' and his eyebrows pinched together. "That's good, at least, I guess. That you were able to do that. I hope it all… worked out." Monty sounded just as clueless as he looked, severely lacking in accurate knowledge of how the criminal justice system worked, let alone the ins and outs of a law firm. Could they offer Sam pro bono assistance? Did she even have a case worth making? There was no telling how well G had stacked the cards against her.

"It's fine." Fine was quickly becoming his favorite word this term. He was fine, his arm was fine, everything was fine. Monty gave a clunky shrug as he reeled himself out of the deep end of his worries, thinking for a split second that he should try talking to Jacqui about Sam, before his focus was solely righted on Edward. "I won't be attempting chin-ups anytime soon, but…" he trailed off, eyes widening in an obvious way to say 'not that I ever did before' while a bit of a smile tugged at his lips. "They put me back together again. I guess I fucked it up more by sleeping in my car for those first couple weeks of summer, though, 'cause I had to get surgery when I was finally home. PT wasn't all that bad. It gave me something do, at least." Monty's nose scrunched before admitting, "I was bored out of my mind for most of the break." And, with that said, it was probably more than obvious what he was about to ask Edward next. "How was your summer? Tell me something totally fucked up and fun happened, please."

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cherry bomb (pt 1) | fan!eddie munson x famous!reader

summary: eddie is devastated when he hears the news that his favorite guitarist quit her band with no explanation. he doesn't find out the exact reason until he runs into her. runs into you. temporarily moving in with your mother was never part of the plan, and staying in hawkins for any extended period of time is a nightmare, but she needs help taking care of her bar and tying up loose ends after the sudden death of your stepfather. "the hideout" is a dive on the outskirts of the small midwestern town- and it was your stepfather's pride and joy , and you intend on helping your mom upkeep it. your band gives you six months to change your mind about quitting. any later than that and they're going to be forced to replace you. that seemed like plenty of time to take a break from the fast paced life of a rock star. . . that is until you meet your biggest fan. that complicates things.

pairing: fan!eddie munson x famous!fem reader

word count: 6,135

warnings/notes: eddie is severely touch starved in this fic, and it's fuckin' adorable. i've seen a lot of fics where eddie is the famous musician, and i'm all about role reversals. basically you're a bad ass and eddie worships the ground you walk on.

“Well someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.” Gareth narrowed his eyes as he roughly swiped his drumsticks off of his father’s workbench. Summer was in full swing with fall right around the corner, so the garage was still stiflingly hot. Despite the fact that he had opened up the doors before the boys even showed up for band practice, it didn’t help cool it down any. He would have plugged in the big fan they had, but his mother complained about their amps possibly blowing out her circuitbox. It had happened one time two years ago, and she still talked about it every week. Gareth didn’t think that it was the heat that had Eddie’s panties in a twist though. He rarely complained about things like heat, especially since his uncle Wayne hadn’t purchased an A.C unit for their trailer until the year before last, and it was only because Eddie had gotten a summer job working at the record store in the Star Court mall. What the long haired boy hadn’t spent on a new amp, concert tickets, and a new spark plug for the van, he saved and squirreled away for Wayne to use as he saw fit. 

“You didn’t hear?” Jeff’s eyebrows pinched together as he slid the strap of his rhythm guitar over his shoulder. Gareth froze, his eyes widening as he realized that something big must have happened. The drummer was Eddie’s best friend. . . or, at least, Eddie was his best friend. He prided himself in the fact that he knew just about everything there was to know about the older male. “Did his dad break outta jail or something?” He lowered his voice, leaning in close to Jeff so that Andy wouldn’t overhear them. Jeff quickly shook his head. “No- Oh god, no. I’m pretty sure he would be halfway to Nebraska by now if that happened. You haven’t heard about the news? About Social Misconduct?” Now Gareth was beyond confused. Eddie was moving in what appeared to be slow motion, unlatching his guitar case, his eyes solemn. It looked like he hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep the night before. His hair was an absolute wreck, he had dark circles under his eyes, and he was wearing his old Social Misconduct shirt that Wayne had accidentally shrunk in the wash a few months back. “. . . No? Wait- don’t tell me one of them died, man. Social is one of my favorite bands and-” “Y/n left the band.” The second that Eddie heard his favorite guitarist's name, he let out a loud sniffle, his bottom lip quivering. 

Damn him and his sensitive nature. He’d been crying all night, having gotten a call from the venue up in Indianapolis where he had tickets to see their upcoming show. He was told that he would be mailed a refund, but none of that mattered. “You’re kidding. We were supposed to see them in November!” It was Gareth’s turn to let out a wail, his drumsticks falling out of his hands as he began pacing the expanse of the garage. “She was the heart of the band! I mean. . .” Eddie quickly joined in, standing up from the ground so that he could throw his own hands up in frustration. “She’s the entire reason why most people listened to them in the first place! I-I mean. . . She was a female thrash metal guitarist. She shreds. Is she going to join another band? What if she drops off the face of the planet and we never see her again. . . she’s a musical genius. I feel like my heart has been carved out of my chest.” He was rambling, tapping his fingers against his temples as he spoke. He felt like he was going to lose his mind. Social Misconduct had gotten him through some of the hardest years of his life. To say that he admired the guitarist was an understatement. She was his absolute hero. Females, especially in the metal and hard rock genre, were a commodity. Not only that but they were seen as the underdogs solely based on the fact that they were women. Y/n had managed to take that unfair stigma and smash it to pieces. Most metalheads worshipped her like a god, Eddie included. The “SM” shirt was absolutely tiny on him all thanks to his uncle- god bless his soul- so it fit him more like a baby tee than a regular shirt. It brushed against the top of his black jeans, and as he raised his arms, the hem of the shirt moved up his stomach, showing off the small patch of hair that grew beneath his naval and disappeared beneath his belt. 

Andy licked his lips, looking between the two fretting males, and decides that instead of comforting them, he’ll try to do the next best thing. Criticize them. “Don’t you think that the two of you are being a little bit. . . I don’t know. . . dramatic? The member’s probably got into a fight or something. We broke up for a month back when Gareth was a sophomore, remember?” Eddie’s jaw dropped, his brown eyes widening to the size of saucers. Gareth let out a deep groan, lowering his head into his hands. “Oh, you did not just say that.” The Munson boy mumbled quickly, shaking his head in disbelief. “They’re rock stars, Andrew. Professional rock stars. They just got done doing a world tour with Kiss. They wouldn’t just announce that Y/n’s leaving only for her to pop back up a week later.” Andy nodded his head, not noticing how stupid the point that he was trying to make was until the words had finally left his mouth. He bit his lip, throwing his hands up in surrender. “Yeah, you’ve got a point.” Jeff plugged his guitar into the amp, leaning down to fiddle with the volume. “Well let’s just get through today's practice, alright? It’s too late to cancel tonight’s show, and the last thing we want to do is make Miss Marie’s life even harder right now.” Eddie and Gareth sucked in a small breath, sharing a look before nodding in agreement. “No, no. . . you’re right.” Andy quickly held his hand out, gesturing towards the two boys. Both Eddie and Gareth were easy to motivate, so he was quick to raise an eyebrow at them. “What would Y\n do?” Gareth was quick to reach down, picking his drum sticks up off of the floor. “She’d probably get drunk and-” “No, no. . . what’s the other thing she’d do?” Eddie was quick to slide the guitar strap over his shoulder, clenching his jaw. “She’d play the show, no matter how upset she was.” Andy smiled, gesturing towards Jeff who gave him a thumbs up, letting him know that they were all set up. That had worked like a charm. “Well let’s do it then.” 

The Hideout was more of a dive bar than a restaurant. Sure, they had great food, but people went there for the booze, pool tables, and pinball machines. Some of the high school kids would stop by on the weekends to grab a greasy burger and play the machines until their pockets were devoid of all quarters, but the people that really kept the place afloat were the local drunks. The building wasn’t run down by any means, but most of the preppier Hawkins inhabitants liked to label the place as “unsavory”. They saw the motorcycles and muscle cars parked outside and turned their cheeks. It was situated quite a ways outside of town, far enough down the main road that it was within spitting distance to the interstate. A lot of truckers liked to frequent the place, and Miss Marie and her husband Stuart were nice enough to let them sleep in their trucks in the empty lot behind the bar. Speaking of Mr Stuart. . . 

“Are you guys going to the funeral?” Eddie asked, lifting up in his seat a little so that he could look at his friends in the rearview mirror. Jeff was quick to pop a cheese doodle into his mouth before handing the bag back off to Andy. “Of course I’m going. What about you?” Gareth let out a small sigh, stretching his legs from his spot in the passenger side seat until he heard his back pop. Eddie grimaced at the noise, giving the other male’s side a quick slap. “Gross, man. Keep your rickety joints to yourself.” Gareth was quick to flip him the bird as a response before turning to face Jeff. “I’m still trying to talk my mom into it. She never met Mr Stuart, so she thinks it’s weird that I want to go to his funeral.” Eddie knew that Gar’s mom could be a bit overbearing, and as aggravating as he thought that it was, a part of him was always a bit jealous. Sure, there were things that Wayne didn’t let him do before he finally turned twenty-one, but he never hovered. Eddie didn’t have a loving mother breathing down his back at all hours of the day, or a father that showed up to all of his baseball games as a kid. None of that is to say that he didn’t appreciate what he already had though. Wayne loved him when nobody else did, and that was enough for him. However, if he had hovered a bit more, last spring break might have never happened. At least. . . not with him so involved, at least. He gripped a little harder onto the steering wheel, fighting off the memories the best he could. He could feel the phantom pain from his many scars, rudely reminding him that they were still there and just as gnarly. “Mr Stuart is the only reason why we started playing live shows in the first place. Your mom should get that, man.” Andy folded the bag of chips up as he spoke, shoving them underneath the seat where Eddie was sure to find them weeks later, stale and full of ants. The chocolate eyed boy made a mental note to remember to throw it away once he got home, but he was positive that he would forget the second he got back into his car after the gig. “Let me talk to your mom. She loves me.” Jeff grinned at Gareth, who was quick to agree. “She loves you more than she loves me. Probably because you’re mister ‘full ride’.” Eddie smiled over his shoulder at Jeff, a silent ‘congratulations’ before facing the road again. 

Jeff had been waiting anxiously for the acceptance letters for what seemed like months, and made it the entire Hellfire Club’s problem. His GPA was great, his SAT scores were off the charts, and he was a dedicated young man that came from a working middle class family. None of the boys were surprised when the letter finally came back, stating that he had been accepted on a scholarship to the local university. The recent trauma had pushed Jeff in a direction that no one saw coming. Even Henderson had been stunned into silence when Jeff finally got the boys together and told them that he wanted to be a lawyer. Watching one of his best friend’s name get slandered had made him take a big step back, really honing in on what he wanted to do with his life. Anyone with half a brain would be able to see that the Munson boy was no murderer- it wasn’t in his nature. Jeff wanted to make sure that nothing happened like that again.

 Knowing that Eddie would eventually have to find a replacement for one of the beloved members of his band was a tough pill to swallow, but after a few days of wallowing in self pity, he learned to embrace the change. He’d been hanging posters up all over town, but no fishies had bitten the bait yet. Jeff was shipping off in two months, which meant he could kiss his dreams goodbye if he couldn’t find anyone soon. He was already twenty-two, and he certainly wasn’t getting any younger. He had wasted precious years repeating his senior year three times, and the possibility of getting signed to a label is higher when you’re young. Hell, Kirk Hammett had started the band Exodus when he was only sixteen, and joined Metallica when he was twenty-one. The talented guitarist’s golden years were ticking by. 

He might have been able to fight off demon bats, but time? There was no stopping that. 

Eddie parked right in front of the bar, turning his body so that he could face the boys all at once. “This is our first time seeing her since he died, so let’s stay on our best behavior.” Which meant that Eddie would not be buying Gareth and Andy beers, no matter how much they begged. The last thing he needed was for the two eighteen year olds to get wasted, stumbling around the bar like idiots. With the sweet middle aged woman in mind, the boys all piled out of the car, dragging their equipment right along with them. 

Forty-nine was too young. You didn’t understand how someone could be perfectly healthy one second, and then on their deathbed the next. It didn’t make sense to you. You hoped that being with your mother might bring you some closure, but all it did was make you feel worse somehow. Grief hits everyone in different ways. You found that it came in waves; the tide was either high or low. It struck you at random points of the day. You’d catch a whiff of a scent that reminded you of your step father, or stare too long at an old family photo that he had hanging up on the wall. Right now you were busy staring at the hole in a leather seat, your right knee propped up against the old booth so that you could wipe off the table tops. Your parents- the very same ones that had loved and raised you- had been busy trying to make ends meet, all while you were jetting off all over the world. You bought whatever you wanted, fucked whoever you wanted, and got paid to strut around onstage in leather outfits, doing what you loved. Your bottom lip quivered as you ran your finger over the tear in the upholstery, moving to shuffle back over towards the bar so that you could speak with your mother. “Why didn’t you tell me about how old the furniture was? I would have gotten you new seats made.” You rested your elbows against the varnished wooden bar, staring at her intently. 

She was setting up glasses behind the bar to get everything ready for the night. In about thirty minutes, once rush hour hit and people were off of work, the place would be packed. She waved you off with a flick of her risk, scoffing to herself. “You don’t need to spend any money on this old place. I’m doing just fine with the old furniture. People don’t care about what they’re sitting on. As long as I have good quality beer on tap, they’ll never stop coming.” That wasn’t the point and she knew it. Your mother had always been so against you helping them out financially. It drove her crazy thinking about you supporting her in any way. You were supposed to be her baby, not the other way around. You wanted your mother to feel proud of what her and your step father had built together. You wanted her to own a nice place. The Hideout was Stuart’s legacy, so you refused to turn a blind eye to all of the things that were going wrong in the place. “Mom. . . I have more money than I know what to do with. Honestly, it would make me happy if you let me fix some things around here. Just to give the place a little facelift- nothing major.” You assured, flashing her your most convincing smile. 

You never could understand why your parents had moved all the way to Indiana and bought an old building on the outskirts of a tiny town. You had already moved out by the time that they packed up themselves and left home. You had visited a couple of times over the last few years, but you never stayed long. Hawkins was small enough to where you felt claustrophobic after spending just a few days there. You regretted not staying longer while you still had that chance though. Now that your step father was gone, all you had left was a sinking feeling of regret. The least you could do was temporarily move in with your mother so that you could help her iron things out. You being there was the only thing keeping her together, and you could tell. She hadn’t fallen apart yet, but you’d be there for her when it finally did happen. At some point the levee has to break. 

The news of you leaving the band had already hit mainstream media. You were too scared to call up any of your old bandmates to check in on them, not wanting to know whether or not they forgave you for making such a brash decision. You knew that there would be offers to join new bands the second you got back into the swing of things- hell, Ozzy had already reached out to you. Ever since the death of Randy Rhoads, he’d been floundering to get back on his feet and find a good guitarist. You had half the mind to take him up on it. The boys had taken the news pretty well when you initially told them that you were quitting. Your father had died, and that was a good enough reason for you to take a break from the band. They had made it clear that they would leave the door open for you. As long as you gave them a call within six months, they’d be more than happy to take you back. Any later than that, they’d be forced to find a replacement. You had exactly six months to make sure that your mom was healthy and happy. 

“I just. . . I feel rotten about letting you spend your own money on me. I’m the parent. I’m supposed to be the one that helps you out, remember?” She gave your hand a soft pat, flashing you one of her famous smiles. It was painful, but you’d noticed that it didn’t quite reach her eyes anymore. You hadn’t said anything about it. “That’s the joy of getting old. It’s my turn to pay you back for all those years you took care of me. Being a single mom is hard, but you managed. Let me do something nice for you, ma.” You didn’t give her any time to object, rather you just turned on the heel of your boot so that you could make your way back into the kitchen to check on the cook. You wanted to make sure that he was fully prepped for tonight, and if not, you’d be more than willing to help. 

Your mother busied herself yet again with setting up the bar to perfection. She liked to have things neat and tidy. It made her feel less overwhelmed later on, and she was positive that her heart couldn’t take much more. “You boys need any help?” Marie looked up from her spot behind the bar, watching as the group of boys dragged their heavy amps through the front doors. “Nah, nah. We got it. We do this every Tuesday.” Eddie told her with a smile. He was a lot less animated than he usually was, and she was quick to pick up on the fact that it must be for her sake. He wasn’t sure how to treat her after the recent tragedy. “My daughter is here. You know. . . the one that I've told you that you’d like?” She always thought that you and Eddie would get along like a house on fire. She had been eager for you two to meet for years. She just wished that it wasn’t under these circumstances. Eddie hung back from the group as they began walking their way back out to the van, ready to grab another load of equipment. “Yeah? Must be good to have her home.” Eddie sauntered up to the bar, tapping his ringed fingers against the wood. He looked over his shoulder at the young couple that were seated in the opposite corner of the stage. They were deep in conversation, sharing a basket of curly fries. They were in for a rude awakening- Corroded Coffin played fast, hard and loud. “Where is she now?” There had never been any weird undertone in the way that Marie spoke to him about her daughter. You would have killed her if you caught wind of her trying to set you up with a blind date, and Eddie would have felt horribly embarrassed as well. 

He wasn’t exactly. . . Mr Popular. Not by any means. Unless it was his friend Robin, he never talked to girls. He practically repelled them. “She’s in the back doing something. She’s been staying busy these last few days. She’s so used to constant chaos. . . I think she misses it already.” She joked, wrinkling her nose a bit. Marie had never gone into too much depth about you, so he had no clue who you were, where you lived, or what you did for a living. What he did know was that the two of you dressed similarly and had the same taste in music. He was intrigued to say the least. It wasn’t every day that someone get’s the opportunity to meet a girl that’s actually into thrash metal. You were also the only real reason that Marie and Stuart allowed Corroded Coffin to play once every week. They were desensitized to your fast paced, heavy music. If anything, they actually had come to really enjoy it. “Chaos? What kind of chaos are we talkin’ about here? Does she live in a city or something?” Your mother nodded, turning her attention to the lemon that she was currently slicing up for garnishes to be used later. “Los Angeles. She moved out there the second that she graduated from high school. The girl saw a chance and took it. She’s always been independent like that.” Eddie felt a pang of jealousy. Sure, it was nice to be able to finally financially help Wayne out after all those years of constant care, but he would have liked to be able to move out and be on his own. There was a large part of him that was too scared to leave Wayne though. The man worked the graveyard shift at the plant, so Eddie had been the one to do the grocery shopping, cooking, and tidying up (even though the trailer was often a wreck). How was he supposed to do all of that by himself while he worked as many hours as he did? 

“In all the years that we’ve been coming here, I’ve never seen her. Is she that busy out in LA?” That came out a lot harsher than Eddie wanted it to, and he couldn’t help but flinch, snapping his mouth shut so hard that his teeth clattered together. He had never been good at socializing, and had a hard time picking up on social cues most of the time. His cheeks heated up with embarrassment, but Marie simply nodded her head. “She’s actually in a band. I mean. . .  she was in a band. She’s going to be staying with me for a few months to help tie up loose ends now that Stuart is gone.” The long haired man could have punched himself. He had gone out of his way to lecture the boys earlier about not bringing up anything too heavy around Marie, and here he was, pointing out her only child’s absence and reminding her of her dead husband. All it took was a two minute conversation, and Eddie had already blown it. “A-A band? What kind of band?” He tried to change the subject, flashing her a smile in the hopes of lightening the mood. “It’s your kinda music. Maybe you two could get together some time and “jam” out,” He cracked another smile, a laugh shaking his broad shoulders. Marie smiled back, giving his arm a small smack. “Or whatever it is you kids say.” “Play. We can play together.” Marie mumbled a quick “yeah, yeah” at his correction. Eddie was a good kid, and reminded her a lot of you. Maybe that was why she loved him so damn much. 

“Is she a good singer?” Marie gave him a look as if to say ‘are you crazy?’ “That girl can’t carry a tune to save her life. She plays-” “Electric guitar. Lead.” You called out to them as you walked through the double doors of the kitchen, tossing a dish rag over your shoulder. You hadn’t heard the entire conversation, just the tail end of it. Giving the boy a quick once over, you made a mental note that cute boys did live in Hawkins, before turning to face your mom. “You’ve gotta eighty-six the the onion rings. Jim ran out of panko, and the next shipment isn’t until tomorrow.” You turned to face your mom, slowly raising an eyebrow at her wide smile. It was practically splitting her cheeks at this point. “Y\n, this is the boy that I’ve been talking about the last couple of years.” Ah- right. She had told you about the town reject that she had taken under her wing. You were impressed to hear that he had started up his own metal band all the way back in middle school. From what you heard from her, he seemed to be a pretty talented guitarist himself. “Uh. . . Freddie, right?” Your rings caught the dim overhead lights, your sharp, black lined eyes locked on him. 

He felt like he was going to piss himself. Or throw up- maybe both. Fainting was also on the table too. There was no way this was real. Eddie was probably still in his room, having a dream about you after crying himself to sleep due to the unfortunate news. He had conjured all of this up somehow. This was the most lucid dream that he’s ever had. “E-Eddie.” He squeaked out the correction, brown eyes wide as he stared at you. He wanted to have the opportunity to properly check you out. He’d stared at pictures of you for years- hell, he had a poster of you hanging up on his wall, right beside his bed for. . . well, obvious reasons. He couldn’t take his eyes off of your face though. Even in person, you were the most beautiful female he had ever seen. No questions asked. Girls like you didn’t exist. Couldn’t exist. He didn’t expect for you to be so tiny though, especially compared to him. He wasn’t the tallest guy around, but working with heavy equipment all day had caused him to build up a fair bit of body mass over the last year since graduation. 

You didn’t seem intimidated by his form though. You were a female in a mainly male dominated genre. You were known for your snarky comebacks and quick witted humor. He would know. He’s seen every interview you’ve ever done. It was easy to spot a look of recognition in somebody's eyes. You expected him to at least know your band name, but the look on his face told you everything you needed to know. The kid was freaking out. That and the fact that he was wearing a shirt with your band's logo on it. You shot him a small smile, reaching out to give his chest a quick poke. “Like your shirt, man.” Your mother blinked, her eyes widening as if she was just now putting two and two together. “So you already know who she is then? Oh, wow. That’s great! Now that formalities are out of the way, you guys should be fast friends.” You weren’t the type of person to take advantage of your status. You knew a lot of guys in the music business that took advantage of fans. Sure, your band had plenty of groupies, and you’d be lying if you said that you hadn’t gone on at least one date with a fan. You weren’t about to tease Eddie for it though, especially not in front of your mother. So you merely nodded your head, offering him your hand to shake. “I’m here all night, so I’m excited to see you play.” He seemed to move in slow motion, reaching out for your hand. His plush lips parted, mahogany eyes blown out wide. He looked like he was having a heart attack. After what felt like minutes the boy finally clasped his hand with yours, giving it a firm shake. His hand felt nice in yours, and his calluses were no joke. The guy was a religious player, you could tell just by the feel of his hands and the shape of the calluses. “R-Right. We go on in just a few minutes.” He spoke dazedly, his eyes bouncing over your features. He was trying to commit them to memory. “Yeah. . . I know. . .” You shot him a playful smile before motioning back towards the kitchen. “I’ve gotta help our cook with a few more things, and then I’ll be back out.” And with that you took a few steps backward, giving him a small wave before disappearing in the back. Marie was about to turn and face Eddie again, but when she moved to face him, he was already gone, the front door swinging closed. 

Gareth watched Eddie with wide eyes as the man collapsed to his knees on the side of the building, dry heaving loudly into the nearest bush. The drummer had only seen Eddie puke a handful of times, none of which had been because of stagefright. The long haired brunette could play the guitar in his sleep. Not to mention the fact that they weren’t planning on performing any of their newer material. Today's gig was routine. “Hey, are you alright, man?” Gareth approached slowly, not wanting his sneakers to get puked on. Eddie gave up after a few seconds, realizing that he was just nauseous due to shock and nerves, and that his lunch would remain in his stomach. “How do I look?” Eddie rushed to ask, stumbling to stand up so that he could brush his pants off. Gareth’s head reared back, his eyebrows drawn together in utter confusion. Eddie was acting weirder than usual, and that was really saying something. Maybe this was some sort of a test? Was Gareth supposed to go out of his way to compliment him or something? The mousy haired brunette had a girlfriend two years ago that would ask how she would look in the hopes of being fervently complimented. “You look great?” It sounded more like a question than a statement, and Eddie lurched forward, gripping the smaller boy by the shoulders so that he could give him a shake. “Seriously, dude. How do I look?” Gareth slowly looked down at Eddie’s black combat boots, trailing them up his ripped black jeans, to his favorite handcuff belt, and then to his shirt. Sure, the top had shrunk in the wash, but Eddie was in shape. He knew that some people might even see him wearing a tighter fitting shirt as androgynous and daring. He was wearing the same accessories that he always did. Same rings. Same chain bracelet, and the same guitar pick necklace was dangling from his neck. 

“You look like you always do. Why? Did you get a haircut and I didn’t notice or something?” Eddie’s shoulders slumped, taking a step back from him so that he could take a few seconds to calm down. He was positive that he was dreaming up until the point that you shook his hand. You felt very warm and very real. He was a nerd that spent his free time playing the guitar, planning dungeon and dragons campaigns, and reading fantasy novels. The metalhead wasn’t afraid to admit that he was the type of person that daydreamed on a regular basis. This wasn’t how he had imagined this situation would go down. He met you while wearing your t-shirt. He looked like an absolute asshole. Eddie hadn’t deluded himself into thinking that he actually had any sort of shot with you, but he at least wanted you to think that he was cool. “This needs to be the best show we’ve ever played.” He quickly called out to the boys, grabbing the wires from the back of his van before slamming the door shut. “What the hell is going on, man? You’re acting weird.” Jeff told him, finally joining in on the conversation. The wavy haired man held his arm out so that he could motion towards the building, keeping his eyes locked on his friends. “Marie’s daughter? The one that we’ve never met before? It’s fucking Y/n.” Gareth let out a small laugh, kicking at a rough patch of gravel. A few rocks flung across the parking lot, clattering loudly. “Come on man, cut the bullshit.” Eddie blinked, moving his arm up and down more wildly. “I’m not fucking with you, man. That's the reason we’ve never met her. Think about it- she leaves the band suddenly with no explanation? Her dad just died.” Andy shook his head. “Maybe she just looks like her? Her and Marie don’t have the same last names.” Eddie’s arms fell to his sides. “Stuart wasn’t her real dad. He was her-” Jeff snapped, pointing at Eddie as he finally clued in. “Stepfather.” Eddie pointed right back at Jeff, nodding his head. “Exactly!” His excitement quickly waned though, the ugly truth tickling at the back of his brain. 

He had made a horrible first impression. 

He had just stood there, gaping at you like a mouth breather. He was sure that his palms were dripping with sweat too. Was it too late to turn back around and just go home? He loved performing, but playing his guitar in front of you? He wasn’t sure whether or not he could make it through a single song without messing up, let alone an entire setlist. Gareth was quick to march away from the boys, off in the direction of the front door. He wanted to see whether or not Eddie was just seeing things due to his grief. The taller male reached out to grab the small drummer by the back of the shirt, effortlessly yanking him back. “Hey! What are you doing?” He hissed out, his eyes wide. “Are you crazy?” His voice raised an octave in his panic. “I just want to see her? Besides. . . we all have to go back in at some point.” The long haired brunette slowly loosened his hold on Gareth’s black W.A.S.P shirt, mumbling out an apology. Eddie stalked past the group after sucking in a shaky breath, pushing his way through the front door.  “Holy. Fucking. Shit.” Gareth’s voice is incredibly loud as he walks through the front doors, staring at you from across the bar. You had changed into a fresh shirt that didn’t smell like chili dogs and french fries, what with your mother living on the top floor above the bar. You had been busy talking to the middle aged cook, who had stepped outside of the kitchen to grab a drink. The second that you heard Gareth’s voice you looked up, your plush lips twitching up into a smile. You said something under your breath to the cook, giving his back a quick pat before walking over to them. “So this is your band?” You looked over to the stage, squinting your eyes so that you could read what had been painted onto the bass drum. “Corroded Coffin. Huh. . . Nice.” The youngest looking member of the group looked like he was going to explode, his cheeks a bright pink and his eyes wide. “Just pretend like I’m not here, guys.” Eddie ruffled the back of his hair, looking down at you nervously. “Yeah. Totally. We’re excited for you to hear us play.” More like they were dreading it. If you thought that they sucked, none of them would ever be able to live the embarrassment down. Suddenly Eddie felt like he was in the upside down all over again, performing like his life depended on it. . . because it really felt like it did.

[lovelyrots]

Scream For Me

Yandere Ghost face!Dabi x virgin!reader

Warnings - yandere, blood, threats (with and without a knife), noncon, no prep, swearing, implied kidnapping, choking, victim blaming? (I’m not sure but just in case)

Taglist - @stainedglass-wings

Masterlist

You groan and rub your face as the blinking cursor on your screen taunts you. It’s practically mocking you for your inability to write this essay for your class, this one essay that will make or break your junior year of college.

So far it looks like you’ll be asking for an extension. With one last groan you move away from your desk and head out to the kitchen. “Oh! Hey, how’s the essay coming?” Your roommate, Ochako, looks up from the small dining table where she’s buried herself in her class work.

“Don’t ask. You know it’s almost 7, right?” This prompts her to scramble for her phone and shriek as she runs to her room, presumably to change into her work uniform. “Crap! Why didn’t you say something sooner?!” She whines as she hurries out of her room and frantically shoves her shoes on. “Because I didn’t know you were still here. Drive safe, ok?” You don’t get a reply as the door is slammed shut and you can hear her thudding footsteps racing away from the apartment.

You decide to rummage around in the fridge before finding a couple slices from some pizza you had ordered a few days ago. In your quest to create some noise in the too quiet apartment you turned the tv on and listened for the beeping of the microwave as the cheesy news anchors talked about some story of a kid calling the cops on her older brother.

“Breaking news folks! There has been another break in and murder, making this the 5th one this week. On the scene we have Rukia Hanamura. Rukia, what can you tell us?” You lean forward in your seat as the camera feed switches to the reporter standing outside a normal looking apartment complex.

“According to police, this looks to be connected to the string of murders happening lately. Police said that the victim’s apartment had been broken into and nothing had been taken. They also had told me and other reporters that all the victims have been female, under the age of 30, and alone at night. As of this time, police are urging young women to make sure their doors and windows are locked, to stay in groups when they go out, and to call the police if they hear or see anything unusual. Back to you Tanaka.”

You yelp as the microwave goes off, then take a deep breath as you stand and double check that everything is locked up.

Paranoia slightly abated and pizza in hand, you make your way back to your room and lock the door behind you. Just as an extra precaution.

Hours later you were dozing off, your essay was almost finished and it was nearly midnight. Then your phone went off and you bolted upright in your seat as you reached for your phone.

The screen read as unknown and you were tempted to just ignore it but then you wondered if it might be Ochako using her work’s phone. So at the last minute you decide to take the call and with a yawn ask who it is.

“Aw, did I wake you? School work must be so exhausting.”

“Who is this?” A deep chuckle is the only answer you get as you stand and start pacing in your room.

“Let’s play a little game; if you win then I’ll leave you alone and go torment some other bitch. If I win though, well I’ll just wait to tell you what I’ll win.”

“No! Fuck off and leave me alone!” You pull your phone away with the intention to hang up but a banging caught your attention.

“Either you play my game or I come in there and slit your fucking throat.” Against your better judgement you tiptoe out of your room and look around the apartment. Everything looks the exact same, the door is still locked and so are the windows. “Looking for me, doll? You’ll have to try harder, now are you going to play or am I going to have to end this early?”

“Fine I’ll play your fucking game.” You say as you open the linen closet and take out your old baseball bat. “I’m going to give you five riddles; you get them all right and I’ll leave you alone. Get just one wrong though…you’ll see what happens.”

“Here’s your first riddle; a girl fell off a 20 foot ladder, but she wasn’t hurt. How?” You think to yourself as you quietly open the door to Ochako’s room to check that there isn’t some psycho in there and see nothing but the usual mess.

“She fell off the bottom step.” You reply and it’s quiet for a minute. “That’s one for you, I wonder if you’ll be able to get all five. When is it bad luck to see a black cat?” “When you’re a mouse.” “Nice, I picked a smart one tonight. You better hope you can keep it up. I am a body with a leg, an arm and a head but I look like I am naked and bare. What am I?”

This one has you stumped for a couple seconds before something jumps to the forefront of your thoughts. “A skeleton?” “Correct again, Damn I may not get to have any fun with you tonight. Which is such a shame, I’d have loved to hear you scream. I might still get to, all that pacing around has to have you on edge.” You immediately stop pacing and look around for wherever this creep could be.

“You won’t be able to find me until I want you to see me. A young woman is attending her mother's funeral. While there, she meets a man she has never seen before and falls in love immediately. After the funeral she tries to find him but cannot. Several days later she kills her sister. Why does she kill her sister?”

You turn as you swear you heard footsteps behind but there’s just a mirror showing your own scared reflection. “Um, she was hoping to, uh, see him at her sister’s funeral?” Another throaty chuckle assaults your ears, sending adrenaline racing through your body.

“Right again, man we’re already on the last one. I’ve been having so much fun watching you get so scared that I almost don’t want it all to end. Well I would just have to find some other bitch to kill, but at least you’d be alive right?” “You’re sick, has anyone ever told you that?”

“Oh, just my father and my old psychologist. Now onto your last riddle; Each morning I appear to lie at your feet. All day I will follow no matter how fast you run, yet I nearly perish in the midday sun. Take your time to answer by the way, I love to watch you pace around as you think.” Your skin crawls as he says that last bit.

‘Ok, let’s take it apart. Each morning I lie at your feet? Toes? But they wouldn’t perish in midday sun. Maybe shadow? That’s really all I can think off.’ You feel like pulling your hair out from the stress of this shit.

“Shadow! That has to be it, right?” There’s nothing but the heavy drum of your heart in the dead silence between you and this murderous stranger.

“Ding ding ding, congratulations you’re a smart little girl. I guess I’ll hang up and never call you again. Bye princess.” Your heart is still heavily beating as you fall back against the couch and let your phone and the bat fall out of your hand.

“I’m ok, once I’ve calmed down I'm going to call the cops and….shit. What do I even say? I answered some wackjob’s riddles and he left me alone? Maybe I’ll talk to Ochako and get her advice.” You rub your eyes with the backs of your hands briefly but when you drop your hands you almost screamed at the sudden appearance of a figure with a white latex mask, if it wasn’t for the gloved hand that darted to your mouth that is.

“I changed my mind, princess. I wanted to play with you a bit more, and I even brought a friend.” That same voice from earlier said as a knife is brought up to your cheek. “You did so well, in fact you’re the only one that’s gotten all five right. I’ve got a new little game cooked up, just for you. How loud can I make you scream?” Your eyes don’t leave the blade as it trails down to your neck.

“It’s a simple game; I make you scream with one of two things, or maybe both, and if I make you scream loud enough your neighbors call the cops then I take you back home with me. So if you want to stay here then you better keep quiet, ok princess?” You nod as much as you can with the blade pressed against your neck.

He moves his hand down to your neck and lightly squeezes it as he trails the blade further down your neck and stops at the top of your shirt. “Best hold still unless you want to be stabbed.” With that said he tears through your shirt, your bare chest exposed before his predatory gaze. “Naughty little girl, no bra?” That damned knife trails over one of your pebbled nipples, leaving a light red line in its wake. “Now I’m wondering if you’ve got anything under these shorts.”

You’re whimpering as he trails his knife down your body. “P-please, just leave me alone. I-I’ll give you money, just please stop.” You beg as he tugs on your shorts. “Hm, well since you’re begging and even offering me money…” he pulls away from you slightly and you start to think that maybe this will all be over.

“Fuck no, now get on the floor like the bitch you are.” He harshly grabs you by the hair and forces you down onto your hands and knees on the floor, eliciting a quick yelp from you. Then you hear the fabric of your shorts being torn before you feel the chill on your bare body. “Whoops, didn’t think I’d tear right through your little panties. Guess I'll have my fun right away now.” He sighs and you hear a belt buckle being messed with while you try to crawl away from him, dread and pure panic bubbling up in your chest.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going? You’re going to stay right here and be my little cocksleeve, got it?” He grabs your arms in one of his hands and leans his whole body over yours as his other hand brings his knife up to your throat, just hovering above it. A quiet sob escapes you as you feel something poke and prod at your lower lips.

“Tell me something doll, are you a virgin?” You can’t get any words out so you just nod ‘yes’ and dread takes over as you feel the latex mask stretch a bit and let out a cry as you feel his cock bully it’s way into your dry hole.

“T-take it out! P-please! It hurts!” You beg as he continues thrusting and forcing his cock in. “Fuck, I love ruining you virgin cunts. Always so damn tight and sensitive.” You cry out and your eyes roll back as he fully sheathed himself in you. “Aw, is it too much for you sweetheart? Do you want me to take out my cock?” He tilts your head up slightly to look up at his masked face and watches as you struggle to say anything.

Anytime you start to get a word out he shifts his hips forward, slamming his fat cock into your already battered womb. “Hm? I guess since you aren’t complaining, you must like it. Don’t tell me you get off on being raped?” He mocks you as he guides his knife across your body, making little nicks and cuts until he reaches where you two are joined.

“P-please…’s too ‘uch.” You pant and arch your back as he hits that special spot that makes your brain short circuit. You shriek as he uses the pommel of his knife to rub your clit and quickly makes you see stars as your walls squeeze him.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me like a vice. At this rate I might just, fuck, keep you so I can, ah fuck, wreck this pussy anytime I want.” He groans as he starts hammering your insides as you ride out your orgasm. “‘Too, it’s too ‘uch. I ‘on’t wan to cum again.” You slur as the pommel keeps pressing and rubbing against that button of yours.

“Fuck, you’re gonna cum as much as I want you to. You should just enjoy it, it’s not like any other dick after this will ever satisfy you again.” Your tongue lolls out as he pulls you by your arms to hit your walls at a new angle. “Ahhh, you close already? You wanna cum all over my dick, baby?” He pants in your ear as you moan and push your hips back to meet his thrusts as you feel that same high get closer and closer.

The living room that once was silent is now being filled by your moans and the squelching of your juices as he pounds away at your pussy. Your legs are starting to ache and shake as you start to teeter on the edge of bliss. All it takes is just one more rough slam of his cock into your weeping hole to send you over that edge into an orgasm that has you seeing white and clenching even harder around the masked man.

You don’t even register that you started screaming until he shoved two fingers in your mouth, your arms now freed are the only things keeping you from completely going limp on the floor. “Shit, that’s it baby. Cream all over my cock, ah, like a fuckin’ whore.” He groans and pulls the knife away from your throbbing clit and you hear it land somewhere away from you two.

You whine as he briefly pulls out of your core and twists you around so you’re looking up at him before pressing your thighs to your chest and pulls his mask off, letting you see what he looks like.

Oh no, he’s hot

As he thrust back into your warm cavern he slams his lips onto yours and you whimper when he shoves his tongue down your throat. You feel like you can barely breathe with the position he has you in and each of his thrusts takes what little breath you have left.

You can feel that white hot coil starting to wind up again and whine into his mouth as your hands weakly push on his chest. “You, ahh, gonna cum for, ah, me again? Gonna squeeze my, fuck, cock and make me fill this pussy?” He pants and with a final harsh thrust of his hips sends you over the edge once more.

Your walls clench around him and he buries his face in your neck as his cock throbs once before spilling his seed into your waiting womb.

By the time you come down from your high you notice the ache in your legs and hips. As well as the copious amounts of your combined fluids trailing down from your sore cunt to a small puddle just under your ass.

You attempt to say something, or more likely beg for the man to finally leave you be, but just a pathetic whine escapes your throat. “Sorry if I was too rough, princess, but I just couldn’t help myself.” The distant sound of sirens catches his attention and you feel a spark of hope that maybe this is finally all over. “Looks like I’m taking you with me after all. I completely forgot our game, but don’t worry…we’ll have more than enough time to play some more.” He chuckles and drops your legs before wrapping his hands around your throat.

You try to free your neck but he just tightens his grip until you start to see spots dance on the edge of your vision and it isn’t long before you go limp.

Dabi looks down at the mess he made of his new toy and smirks at all the red trails he left on her before grabbing a blanket off the couch and wrapping her in it. Once he had his knife and mask tucked away in his pockets and his new toy over his shoulder, he made his way to the fire escape and climbed down to where he left his vehicle.

He drives off, like a bat out of hell, just as he sees a cop car pull into the apartment complex’s parking lot and a manic grin covers his face as he drives off with his toy.

[kpostedsum]

high | d.m

summary: you find an unhealthy way of coping after draco cheats on you

warnings: drug use (marijuana) angsty¿, cheating, illusions to sex

song: habits - tove lo

a/n: this fic isn’t meant to romanticize drug use in any way. i also know nothing abt weed so LOL and very rushed & not edited

masterlist | taglist

I eat my dinner in my bathtub

Then I go to sexclubs

Watching freaky people gettin' it on

It doesn't make me nervous

If anything I'm restless

Yeah, I've been around and I've seen it all

you had a few minutes left of your charms class which was your last class before the weekend. you wanted nothing more than to get out of here and cuddle up with your boyfriend— who was enjoying his free period right now.

draco was one of the best boyfriends you could ask for, the frequent dates, gifts, and attention— it was more than you could wish for.

“you’re excused. you essays are due at the beginning of next week” snapes monotone voice dragged on as you quickly packed up your things and made your way to the slytherin common room.

I get home, I got the munchies

Binge on all my Twinkies

Throw up in the tub

Then I go to sleep

And I drank up all my money

Days get kinda lonely

entering the slytherin common room your eyes immediately searched for a certain blond boy, yet he was nowhere to be found. you made your way to the boys dorms in hopes of finding him there but you’re quickly interrupted by two familiar voices.

“why hello y/n, marvellous weather we’re having today aren’t we?” theo asked looking towards the ceiling and smiling as if he were outside, blaise blocking your path as he did so.

“i’m not sure what weather you’re talking about since we’re inside but i am okay thank you” you responded with a chuckle, trying to make your way past blaise.

“wait y/n” he stopped you. “can i borrow the astronomy notes? i would ask luna but i can’t find her anywhere” blaise continued.

they both seemed awfully on edge and anxious, you figured it was just quidditch nerves getting to them since there was an upcoming game this week.

“i have yet to finish my astronomy notes, but i did see luna in the great hall if you want her notes. now if you’d excuse me i’d like to see draco” you said trying to push past the two boys who still wouldn’t let you through.

“forget malfoy! let’s do something instead, we’re so much more fun than him, right blaise?” theo said giving blaise a pointed look as he threw his arm around your shoulder.

“right you are nott, let’s go!” blaise continued also throwing his arm around your shoulder and leading you away from the boys dorm.

“what? no, i have plans with draco. now excuse me” you said pushing them both off and heading towards dracos door.

as you get closer to his door you can hear heavy breathing, pants and skin slapping on skin. you’re confused, you figured draco would be taking a nap or running over drills for quidditch practice. the closer you get, the louder the noises become.

“pans, you feel so good”

you recognize that voice anywhere.

You're gone and I gotta stay

High all the time

To keep you off my mind

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

High all the time

To keep you off my mind

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

quickly you turned your head towards blaise and theo who had their heads lowered in shame, refusing to meet your gaze. “is this some kind of sick joke, are you guys pulling a prank or something because this isn’t funny” you said seriously not wanting to believe what you’re hearing from inside of your boyfriends dorm.

“we’re sorry, we tried to convince him not too but he wouldn’t listen” theo muttered silently.

it felt like your world was breaking apart slowly. just not too long ago you were excited to spend a weekend with your boyfriend who you loved so dearly, the same boyfriend who you’ve been dating for years, the same boyfriend who gets jealous about how much time you spend with his mum rather than him.

with shaky fingers you put your hand on the door knob and quickly pushed the door open, already preparing for the worst.

there he was, wrapped up with parkinson in the same bed you two shared not even twenty-four hours ago. her body straddling his naked, just like yours was doing the night before. you stood there frozen, mouth agape— not even knowing what to do with yourself.

“baby, i can explain, just please— y/n please don’t leave” draco said pushing pansy off of him, shuffling on his pants and reaching out towards you.

“dont touch me, malfoy!” you yelled and everyone froze. “you lost the right to touch me the minute you even thought of touching her” you continued sending both him and pansy a glare with tears threatening to slip from your eyes.

“darling please, i can explain—”

“no draco, we’re done just leave me alone, please” your voice cracking at the end as you pushed past blaise and theo rushing towards the girls dormitory.

Spend my days locked in a haze

Trying to forget you babe

I fall back down

Gotta stay high all my life

To forget I'm missing you

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

it’s been days since you last left your room, days since you last saw draco. daphne would come by and check on you but you’d always dismiss her, wanting to be alone. regret is one word to describe how you’ve been feeling— you gave him everything and he threw it away so carelessly for a quick hook up.

you missed waking up against his smooth skin in his embrace, tracing the lines and scars across his porcelain skin as you waited for him to wake up, the way he’d try to kiss you in the morning without brushing his teeth and you wouldn’t let him because of morning breath— but he’d still do it anyways.

you missed him, but he didn’t want you anymore.

maybe it was something you’ve done, you’ve been quite busy with work recently so you haven’t been spending as much time with him as normal. he was probably lonely and trying to seek the attention you lacked to give him.

getting up, you stared at yourself in the mirror picking yourself apart. you were pretty, it was a well known fact around hogwarts, maybe he thought she was prettier. she was the life of the party and always up for some mischief whereas you preferred to do stuff in silence and would rather be with a small group of people. maybe he liked how exciting she was in comparison to you, she probably brought a spark of excitement to his life that you couldn’t.

dreading to feel something you quickly showered and got ready to leave your room hoping to run into a specific set of twins.

Pick up daddies at the playground

How I spend my daytime

Loosen up the frown,

Make them feel alive

I'll make it fast and greasy

I'm on my way to easy

“well what can we do for you today” fred said to you with a cheeky smile plastered across his face.

“do you have any muggle herb left?” you asked in a low voice making sure no one heard you.

“maybe we do, maybe we don’t” george said. “how much are you offering in exchange though” he continued.

“ten galleons for three ounces, is that enough” you said pulling the galleons out of your pockets and placing them in george’s palm.

“it was a pleasure doing business with you” they said in unison as fred placed the tiny baggie in your pocket so no one would see.

once you returned to your dormitory you quickly pulled out the pre-rolled muggle herb, lit it and let yourself forget.

You're gone and I gotta stay

High all the time

To keep you off my mind

Spend my days locked in a haze

Trying to forget you babe

I fall back down

Gotta stay high all my life

To forget I'm missing you

you started showing up to class late with red tired eyes, not caring about the looks you got. at this point every one knew what had happened but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

the muggle herb brought you a sense of bliss and freedom, a new feeling you haven’t felt before but something that you now craved.

“are you high right now?” draco said as he sat himself in the seat beside you.

“since when do you care about what i’m doing” you said sharply, not wanting to talk with him.

“love, you don’t smoke. who gave that stuff to you, i’ll kill them—”

“no you won’t.” you said turning towards him. “you won’t do any of that because you don’t own me and i’m not your girlfriend anymore. so mind your business malfoy, i’m sure parkinson’s waiting for you”

the rest of the class you both sat in silence working on potions that draco did most of since you weren’t in the correct mind state and he wasn’t willing to let his mark falter over your slip up.

you find it amazing how even when you’re on drugs he still looks amazing. the way his nose curves perfectly with a slight bump, and the way his hands move with caution as he pours the potion into the waste bucket.

“look, i’m sorry for what happened with pansy. it didn’t mean anything i swear, i don’t know why i did it but i regret it with my life” draco said breaking your thoughts, he looked older than normal and had dark circles underneath his under eyes. you wondered why he looked so distraught when he wasn’t the one who got cheated on.

“a sorry isn’t going to fix this draco” you told him. he knew you were right but he didn’t want to admit it. he hadn’t talked to pansy since the day you walked in on them, the guilt has been eating him up inside. he stayed silent and didn’t bother respond to you, he knew anything he said would have made the situation worst than it already is— but how he wished you were still his sweet y/n.

“now if you excuse me, i have some fun to attend too” you said leaving him alone as you made your way back to your dorm.

Staying in my play pretend

Where the fun, it got no end

Can't go home alone again

Need someone to numb the pain

You're gone and I gotta stay

High all the time

To keep you off my mind

over the last few weeks, you couldn’t remember the last time you were sober. you started skipping classes to smoke and avoiding your friends so they’d stop questioning your habits.

you were forgetting and that’s all that mattered, you didn’t care how it was affecting your health— it made you feel better. sometimes you wished there was another way, another way to forget how he held you at night pressing soft kisses to your skin, another way to forget the way he took pansy the same way he took you. you wonder if he feels as sorry as he looks, he’s the one who cheated so he can’t possibly care that much.

you hear two knocks at your door which quickly break you from your state making you more attentive, cleaning yourself up and opening the door. there stood draco— his eyes red as well, like hes been crying.

“y/n listen, i know what i did was wrong and that i tried to pretend it wasn’t me but please. i didn’t mean too, you mean the world to me. i miss you so much love.” he pleaded with you.

“y’know draco, i miss you too” you admitted. “but i’ve found a way to forget about you, maybe you should do the same”.

Gotta stay high all my life

To forget I'm missing you

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[thotsforvillainrights]

Hello :) i was wondering if you have any headcanon ideas for skeptic dating someone younger like 24-28 ( assuming hes like 30- 35) they are very smart and really good with technology but aren't super organized ( given his perfectionist personality) would he be interested in a relationship with them or is he someone who would rather be alone.

I thought if this a few days ago but I wasn't sure if this was a good question or not

(It’s a great question because I have another excuse to talk about Skeptic😊)

~I don’t have a title lol~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

-My biggest issue is letting my imagination run wild with characters I love. I’m going to be fully honest with you here. I don’t think he’d be interested in a relationship with literally anyone. I don’t think he’d be interested in dating regardless and I feel like it would be a really small chance (one in a million) of him falling in love with anyone. However, we have the magical power of fanfiction and headcanons! Therefore, I’ve come up with this:

-Being alone wasn’t so bad. In fact, he preferred being alone than having to be constantly around people. He even valued this at work when he got an office typically separated from anyone else. He found people to often be disappointing. Most fall short of their goals, don’t work hard enough, or don’t work at all. This was true at his company as well. Had it not been for the other board members stepping in, he would’ve fired more people than he did last month. The other members spoke of kindness or something like that. Giving people too many chances could lead to fault in the company and he didn’t want that. However, there was an exception to all this. You were hired not too long ago, no doubt a desperate attempt by the other board members to fill in the gaps when he’d fired so many people. He had low expectations for you as he did with anyone else hired. You proved him wrong.

-Within your first week of work you’d far surpassed people that had been with the company for almost a year now! You were smart and good with the tech which is something the company (and Skeptic himself) valued greatly. He found himself chatting it up with you ever so often about mundane things. Small talk as others would call it. He never felt the need to do this with many of the others, but with you it seemed to come naturally. Soon he found himself laughing at your jokes and quips. Then he shorty found himself taking lunch breaks and spending them with you. No it wasn’t love right? Of course not! I mean...I can spend lunch with a coworker right? He was in a bit of denial. He figured everything out when he realized how excited he was at finding out you’d be working with him on a company project. Didn’t take long for him to ask you out in a rather forceful ‘accept my feelings or I’ll fire you’ kind of way. You only laughed at this since you knew his threat couldn’t hold water. Especially with the way he was blushing and staring at the ground. 

-I’d say you two meld pretty well with each other. Your differences seem to not get in the way of how you feel about each other. The age gap for him isn’t that bad and he’ll admit he’s starting to think about how he’s getting older and that perhaps he needs to settle himself with someone. He’s glad he’s fallen for you. He cares for you even when you can be annoying with you practices...he’s talking about how you can’t seem to keep yourself organized. He knows he can be a bit messy himself so he tries to stay patient with you. He’ll work to pick up the slack if it means he can continue to be in your good graces and in your heart as well.