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

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May I offer a smol chibi Bunny Angie for your Easter?

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

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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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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.

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Day Ten: Surgery

Characters: Logan Walker, David "Hesh" Walker

Word Count: 843

Warnings: Mentions of Torture, Limb Amputation

Notes: I know I missed day nine yesterday, but I'll get around to that eventually. Things have been really tough this week. As always though, this is also posted on AO3 and you can find my list here.

When Logan’s arm was initially broken by Rorke, it would later be reset and casted during the early days of his captivity. But just when it was healed enough, his captors would break it once more before repeating the process all over the course of a few months, during which he was also forced through other inhumane torture practices all in an effort to break him not only as a ‘Ghost’, but a man as well. When his brother and teammates recovered him, Logan’s arm was broken again. Once more, it would be reset and casted, but his condition would only worsen. All signs pointed to infection, which was rooted in his inflamed arm that wasn’t healing like it should’ve been. After running a few tests and examinations, and given the repeated trauma, the possibility of amputation was brought up.

To say that Logan was gutted would be a big ass understatement, but there were no other words to describe his shock. Hesh, who had been with him from the moment they rescued him, seemed to grieve along with his brother. Even if Logan was able to get over the infection, who’s to say that he would be able to have a functioning arm again? But if he didn’t get over it, he would die from the infection…

The doctor left the room to give the two brothers time to discuss their options, but the moment the door shut, Logan already had tears slipping down his face. 

“Logan…” Hesh began, but didn’t say anything else. What could he say? There were no words on this earth to rid his little brother of the pain he was in, and it certainly wasn’t going to give him a better arm. 

“What am I gonna do?” Logan asked rhetorically, “I don’t know what I’m gonna do- And what about Rorke, I can’t-”

His breath hitched emotionally, his grief-stricken eyes shifting into anger, “I want to kill him, David. I want to strangle him with my own hands, but now…”

Logan’s face scrunched up as he choked on a cry, to which his older brother pulled him in for a hug, allowing him to sob into his shoulder. None of this was fair. None of it… 

“I can’t let you fight alone…” Logan almost wailed, “What am I gonna do if you guys are gone…!?”

“Shh…” Hesh squeezed him tightly, like he would when they were kids hiding from the thunderstorms and tremors, “We’ll look out for each other like we always do, Logan. After what he’s done–-To dad, to you, to everyone... Rorke isn’t getting away with this.”

Logan didn’t respond, only hugging Hesh tighter with his one working arm. 

“But all I want right now is for you to be okay,” He continued.

“I have to be there too…! I can’t…! I can’t live like this-”

“Logan—”

Hesh pulled away, almost forcing Logan to look at him.

“I can’t lose you again…” He said, holding onto his little brother with desperation.

It didn’t sound like the wrong thing to say, but Logan didn’t seem so assured either. He too, had just gotten back the only family has left, and if he wanted to live, he was undoubtedly going to lose his arm and his career. 

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They amputated his arm off from the shoulder, and Hesh had never seen Logan look so shut down. Not since they lost their dad, not since the Federation attack ten years ago, and not since their mom passed away. Food went untouched, feelings were left unsaid, and his will to live was missing. Hesh knew Logan was strong, and with time, he was going to recover to live the rest of his life and thrive from it even with a missing limb. But for now, he allowed Logan to grieve and to process every emotion that came with it.

“You want to know the worst thing Rorke did to me, David…?” Logan asked one day. 

Given the rhetorical delivery, Hesh didn’t answer, allowing Logan to continue, “He left me alive… And this is how I’m going to live the rest of my life…”

Hesh’ lips twitched to speak, but he held back from saying anything.

“The easiest thing he could’ve done was kill me…” Logan continued, “I think that’s what he wanted to do when he realized that he could never turn me against you… So he started breaking me, like he did with everyone else… And he made sure I was awake for every moment, and alive by the end of it…”

He finished his sentence in a near hiss. 

“I’m alive, David… And I don’t want to be…”

Eyes growing heavy with his own tears, Hesh pulled Logan in for a tight hug, but this time his younger brother didn’t hug back

“I’m sorry, Logan…” He managed to say, and he was. 

He was sorry that Logan was going through so much pain. He was sorry that he had allowed Rorke to take him away like he did.

Though grateful that his brother was still alive, Hesh was sorry for everything.

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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

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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. 

[instantmiraclekryptonite]

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."

[foreverdolly]

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.

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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.

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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

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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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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~

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-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. 

[beyondspaceandstars]

Happy Engagement

Relationship: Loki x Reader Warnings: contains some dark elements: manipulation Summary: Loki has always thought of you as his and there isn’t anything he won’t do to keep it that way. A/N: I’ve been sitting on this one shot for a while! I had the idea for it months ago and finally wrote it and then it just sat on my computer while I wrote other stuff but I figured since I don’t have anything really new this week it’d be perfect to put out! I hope you enjoy it because I greatly do :)

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Loki had always been an interesting force in your life.

You two met when you were just children in school. You two were the official unofficial outsides of your school year — he was a prince, you were a peasant. Despite his royal standing, he’d play with you at recess. For these outlier ways, you two never interacted much with the other kids, life practically forcing you two to one another.

At such a young age, you hadn’t realized how significant this bond would become. As a child, you were just glad someone was talking to you. He shouldn’t have even been looking at you, should’ve maybe been disgusted with your presence alone. You should’ve been some onlooker, amazed by him and his magic but you weren’t — well, except for the magic part. His magic was little when you were kids but it drew quite the amazement from you.

Over time, you two naturally grew with one another. From childhood into your teens and still, now, you two made an unlikely pair of best friends as young adults. All of this though did not come without some bumps along the way.

In your teens, Loki had almost completely shut you out. For some reason, he seemed to be acting embarrassed by you. Your mother had warned you this may happen but you thought he was different, swore he was, unless his sincerity was like the many other tricks he played. Eventually, supposedly after some talking down from his brother, Loki appeared back at your door asking if you wanted to go for a walk.

This disappearing and coming back had become a habit for him over his teenage years and into adulthood. Loki never explicitly told you why but you could tell there was something eating away at him. It had been there a long time and it felt like disassociating himself with you was his solution.

You thought everything was coming to an abrupt end when you fell pregnant. You had been seeing a nobleman who was a regular customer in your parents’ shop. He was absolutely charming and delightful, practically swept you right off your feet within minutes of meeting. Your parents were ecstatic when he asked to court you.

You yourself were stunned but you ran to tell Loki about it. He was speechless. You tried telling him about the man but something in Loki snapped. He got unreasonably upset, spewing hateful comments about the man, practically forcing you out of his chambers in the process. He went radio silent again.

You tried to ignore losing your best friend — again — and focused on your new relationship. He wooed you endlessly with dates to lavish dinners and dawning you in lovely gowns. It was all so much more than you had ever expected in life. He’d tell you you deserved it and whisper sweet nothings in your ear as you two would get so lost in one another.

A bit shamefully, hypnotized by the romantics of it all, you gave yourself to him. Tangled in the sheets with him as your guide, you let the man you felt you would marry have every last bit of you.

And for a while after, it was blissful. Nothing had seemed to change between you two until he announced he had to go away for a bit. Confused, you asked why suddenly now facing the fact you were losing another person in your life. He explained he was needed by his father on a different realm, part of the family "business," as he described it.

Days after his departure, you learned you were pregnant. Around this time, Loki popped back up in your life. You felt relieved having someone to confide in but when you told him of your pregnancy, he was far from the supportive force you thought you’d get. He didn’t yell or get upset per se but he was beyond stunned.  

He left for a bit then but can back in less time than last. This time he brought along baby supplies and congratulated you. It was a complete one-eighty from his prior behavior but you accepted it, gratefully. Loki ended up being your main person throughout the pregnancy as clues of when your boyfriend would return were nonexistent.

"Did he know you were carrying his child when he left?" Loki had asked you one night. You two were sitting in the living room of the makeshift house you had acquired. You didn’t feel very good that this was the home you were bringing a child into when you knew her father could’ve provided her with a better one. But, at the end of the day, it was a roof over both your heads.

You crocheted another knot in the baby blanket. "No, he didn’t. I didn’t even know."

Loki gave a passing hum at that answer. He didn’t ask about your boyfriend very much after that.

Once your baby girl arrived, she became your entire world, your entire focus. Between caring for her and working to provide, you had little time to worry about your boyfriend still being gone. But it wasn’t as lonely as it may have looked because Loki was always by your side. Working around his royal duties, he’d take time to come visit you and your daughter even sometimes staying for dinner or to play with her. You didn’t miss how he was unintentionally becoming the father she was missing. You never said anything, though, always biting your tongue as you waited for her father to return.

Hope began to face on that front after your daughter turned three. Maybe he was just a footnote in your life, a foolish hopeful dream, but at least he had given you the lovely gift of your child. You weren’t giving up, still placing him in the boyfriend spot of your mind, but you couldn’t deny doubt crept in. Maybe a relationship of any capacity just wasn’t in the cards for you.

Or so you thought.

As Loki continued with his royal responsibilities, he was growing older and more powerful. That’s when the rumors of marriage began floating about. Your mother had brought it up to you once asking if you met any of his potential suitors. Your stomach did a somersault. You didn’t even know there were suitors, let alone met any of them. You tried to keep your cool and just told her no.

Who these suitors were and if they really existed, you never found out. You never even had the guts to ask about them especially after Loki pulled you aside one night after a dinner at the palace.

He rarely ever invited you to dinners with his family so to get this spontaneous invitation, you didn’t hesitate to attend. He even allowed you to bring along your daughter. She was playing with some servants’ children when Loki asked you to the garden.

"Feeling like a nighttime stroll?" You asked with a little laugh. Loki just smiled.

"There’s actually something I want to speak to you about."

"Oh," you frowned. "Is everything okay?"

Loki nodded. "Yes, yes, everything is fine." He looked up at the sky, almost lost in thought as you walked. You thought for a split second how lovely he looked. "I’m sure you have heard by now the…talk about my anticipated engagement."

Your heart practically stopped beating at that moment. Your hands instinctively gripped at the skirt of your dress as if you were ready to run away at the drop of a hat. Trying to keep your voice stead, you said, "Yes, I believe my mother mentioned that to me the other day."

He shot you an unreadable side glance. Your hands gripped the fabric tighter. Why were you feeling like this? Was that…jealousy you felt? You didn’t understand where that had come from. This was your best friend. Your prince best friend. He was bound to get married and have a lavish life with his bride. You couldn’t stop that, you couldn’t change it.

"Do you know anything of the women I have been offered?"

Was this another one of his cruel jokes? You wanted to vomit all over the bushes of flowers passing you as you walked. You managed to shake your head in response. "I’m sure they’re all wonderful."

He scoffed. "More like they’re all incredibly boring."

You gasped, "Loki, I’m not sure you should be speaking that way of them."

"It’s doesn’t matter," he shrugged, "because none of them are what I want."

You didn’t know if you actually wanted to know what he was seeking. You looked at him wearily.

You two walked in silence for a moment. Loki was now watching the ground intensely. You couldn’t believe how much his gaze was wandering. It must’ve been for courage because the next words out of his mouth were ones you had never thought you’d ever hear. From anyone.

"I believe you could be what I want," he said. He spoke your name so softly. "I’d like to ask for your hand in marriage."

You stopped walking, your legs suddenly unable to move. Your eyes grew wide as complete shock raced over you. You didn’t know what to do, too scared to speak because you didn’t know what was going to come out. Your first thought was that this was one of his magic tricks. Maybe he wasn’t even here, just a clone of him as he wished to make a fool of you. It wouldn’t be the first time but he had never been so cruel.

"You’re not saying anything," Loki noted. He had stopped a few feet ahead of you, completely taken off guard by your halt.

"I-I don’t understand." The words felt so heavy forcing their way out of your mouth.

"I don’t believe I stuttered, dear."

Your jaw dropped, surprised it hadn’t hit the floor already. He was seriously asking this. Loki, a literal prince, and your best friend, was asking for your hand in marriage. But — But you just didn’t know why. Why would he ask such a thing? Not only were you an unwed mother, he knew very well about your boyfriend. It was almost insulting he’d think you’d give up just because business or whatever it was was taking a while. You didn’t even want to begin to think about what this could all mean for your daughter.

"Loki… I… I don’t know. This seems crazy—,"

"Crazy?" His expression turned dark. You suddenly regretted the word despite it holding true. "What is so crazy about me wanting to take your hand? I thought this could be good. You and your daughter would have everything you’d ever want. You’d be a princess for crying out loud!"

You flinched at his anger. You had never seen him so enraged before. It made your whole body stiffen.

"I see. This… This is very generous of you but my boyfriend…"

Loki chuckled but there wasn’t any humor found within it. "Of course. The nobleman." He rolled his eyes. "Tell me again, dear, how long has it been? Do you really think he’s going to just show back up one day?"

"Of course," you nodded. "He told me—,"

"He’s not coming back."

You began shaking your head, growing more and more upset as the seconds passed. "You don’t know that."

Loki sighed, defeatedly. "I do know that, dear." A heavy pause. "I know that because I’m the one that sent him away."

You were certain in that moment your heart had stopped. Everything had stopped. You could barely tell anymore how you got from point A to point B.

"Wh-What do you mean?"

"What I mean is I’ve had my eye on you for a long time," he explained. He was standing so tall making you feel minuscule. "I always thought you could be just right for me but then that nobleman waltzed into your life. Granted, he wasn’t me. He couldn’t give you what I could but he tried his best." Loki shrugged. "I had no choice, really. He threatened everything. He derailed my plan but it’s alright. I think after tonight it’ll be back on track, correct?"

You held your hands up in defense, practically begging Loki to slow down. Your head was spinning. "You sent away the father of my child?"

Loki sighed, sounding actually regretful. "Truly, that wasn’t ever my intention. I didn’t know he was going to do that."

"And you think since you forced him out of the picture, you can swoop in and ask for my hand in marriage? We never had a courtship! Are you even hearing yourself?"

"I’m a prince, darling." He sounded so casual. "We do not court like the rest of you."

Gosh, you felt like you were going to vomit. Your hands fell to your stomach as you tried to calm yourself. You had never heard Loki separate you two so clearly before. Like he had drawn a line, definitively.

Your words tasted like venom as you forced yourself to speak. "Can I at least think about it?"

"I’m afraid not. They’d like an answer tonight."

Tonight. That was what this dinner had been for. You weren’t invited just out of the kindness of his heart. You had been attending your own engagement party.

"Loki, this… I— This is insane. You’re— You’re insane—,"

"Am I, really?" He pressed, taking a few steps closer. You trembled under a darkened gaze you had never seen before on him. "I’m not sure that’s how you should be speaking to the man trying to offer you a bit of… stability."

"Stability?" You repeated. "You think that’s all that I want?"

"Would this not grant your daughter a better life? The little shop of yours is only getting you two so far, dear."

The shock had worn off as you were now being filled with rage. "Don’t you dare bring my daughter into this anymore," you gritted. "Of course, I want nothing but the best for her but I also deserve someone who will truly love me. You’re — You’re just asking to fulfill some royal commitment and trying to pass it off like this is some big, grand gesture to help me."

Loki looked a bit taken back by your words. Even you were a bit surprised by yourself. You didn’t know where this fight was coming from within you. Probably from the depths of motherhood, if you had to guess. But it felt good in a way.

After a heavy moment, Loki asked, "Was I so wrong to assume this proposal could actually help us both?"

That was the real kicker of it all, you thought. This actually could help you both.

"I want to marry someone who loves me."

Loki seemed to debate around the idea mentally. "I’m certain that within time something could bloom. I’m not a psychopath, darling." He smirked. "But I truly can’t believe you’d give this up all for the minuscule chance at love, the hopeless thing that got you where you are today."

You gasped. "I would’ve had true love if you hadn’t banished him away!"

Loki let out a humorless laugh. "You are so adorable, you know that?" You flinched as he got close enough now to place a hand on your damp cheek. You were practically forced to look in his eyes as he spoke. "That man was nothing but a spoiled brat and I refuse to believe you actually fell for his game."

You felt yourself crumbling down again. Way beneath him. "He… He was really…"

"Don’t you dare try to defend him, do you hear me?" Loki spat. That darkness was washing over but this time it felt like a storm you couldn’t escape. "I will not have my bride speak such niceties about another man."

"Your bride—,"

"While I’ve enjoyed this little midnight confessional, we have some good news to share with everyone, don’t we?"

You didn’t know what to do. What to think anymore. He wasn’t letting up. You were trapped. It was like the prison gate had shut behind you. You were stone-cold now, completely under his control. You were giving up in complete defeat. You could scream until you were blue in the face but you were running in circles. At least your daughter would know a home.

"Yes."

Loki’s face lit up. He removed his hands from you. "Fantastic," he said, heading back towards the palace. You helplessly followed beside him. He wrapped an arm around your waist and said, "Happy engagement, dear."

[chasingpj]

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬

pairing: percy jackson x child of zeus!reader and jason x older sibling!reader

requested: yes!

warning: two curse words, mentions of stealing, death of a parent, and i believe that is it!

category: headcanons, fluff

a/n: i may have gotten too carried away but... i had a lot of fun writing this haha. i hope you guys like it!

pre-relationship

you and percy invented the phrase power couple but coming together took a while

your relationship dynamic would be very similar to thalia and percy's at first

you're both natural-born leaders, so you guys butt heads very often

you're more calculated and organized when it comes to things and percy being impulsive really annoyed you

he's lucky that even though he is impulsive, things somehow always work out in the end

if it wasn't for annabeth urging you guys to get along, you probably would still be at each other's neck

how did she get you guys to get along, you may ask?

she locked you guys in a storage closet :)

and said figure it out ♡

this happened after a friendly sparring practice turned into a full-on fight with your powers

annabeth insisted she wouldn't let you guys out until you declared to be friends

at the time, you were like, percy will never be my friend, ew

percy was just as annoyed

after a good hour of bickering and resisting your urge to choke him out

you guys found that you had a lot in common, actually?

huh, who would have known?

apparently annabeth

you guys talked about your life outside of camp and bonded over the worst teachers you've ever had

turns out, percy wasn't that bad

you'd never admit that out loud though

after a while, you started to feel things

were percy's eyes always that pretty?

yes, they've always been

oh look, those freckles over his nose? adorable

did you just call Percy adorable? yeah, you did… gross

you tried to deny your attraction to him

you were pretty sure this was a cruel joke from aphrodite (it was… more for your dad's than for you guys, though)

then you started noticing changes in his behavior too

now you guys were sharing blankets at the campfire when it got chilly

he even shared the blue cookies his mother sent him too

that's when you should have known he was down bad

both of you have awful sleep schedules

you hated sleeping in cabin 1

it was clearly built not to be slept in, and every few days, you found yourself having late-night conversations with percy at the docks

once the harpies snuck up on you and percy told you to get in the water with him

you didn't know how to swim, and you were kinda horrified of open water

you wanted to refuse, but you were cornered on the docks

you either jumped or got eaten

the last thing you said was that you couldn't swim before percy didn't give you a choice

he grabbed your hand and jumped in

his arm wrapped around your waist to keep you in the air bubble he had made around you guys

at first, you didn't focus on it

too busy trying to defend yourself from his teasing

he continued to mimic the way you screamed when he dragged you into the water

"wow, you can fly, but you can't swim?"

you rolled your eyes, trying to defend yourself

you called him annoying, and he playfully threatened to let you drown

you guys joked and laughed, staying a little too long underwater

after your laughter ceased, you found yourself looking into his eyes

the both of you became quiet

suddenly his arm around your waist, the way your chests were pressed against each other made you horribly flustered

and you're not sure what you were thinking

actually, you weren't thinking at all, but you leaned in and kissed him

like really kissed him, it was a proper kiss

ahhhhhh!!!

probably would have kissed him longer if the water nymphs didn't giggle, exposing their little audience

once you pulled away, they scattered, ready to gossip about what they saw

the news made it to atlantis pretty fast

after the kiss, things were so awkward

you avoided him for days, and he avoided you

annabeth felt the tension, and she was upset because just when you guys were getting along, suddenly, you guys were avoiding each other

the battle of manhattan was approaching soon and the last thing anyone wanted was for you guys not to get along

you both avoided annabeth’s questions, not ready to confess what you guys had shared

eventually, annabeth kept pressing you about what happened

you blew up and admitted that you made out with percy in the water

annabeth was speechless before she burst into laughter

you didn't understand why it was so funny at first

but then you did

the both of you laughed until annabeth said that she wasn't surprised at all

the battle of manhattan comes around, and in the urgency of the moment, you guys were able to rise to the occasion

your movements, thoughts, commands were completely coordinated

you guys were an extension of each other, kicking ass

at the end, you were both offered immortality

the offer took you back to a conversation you guys had where you spoke about how you'd never want to be immortal

the both of you exchanged looks before you simultaneously denied the gift

zeus was offended x2

after that, you guys returned to camp half-blood

the both of you were upset at the campers you've lost and trying to recover from the adrenaline of battle

you and annabeth sang percy happy birthday and the three of you sat together and ate blue cake in a comfortable silence

weeks passed, and one day, you're met with annabeth barging into your cabin asking when you and percy are going to talk about your kiss

it was the last day of camp, and she was insistent on you talking to him

you reluctantly agreed, mainly because annabeth threatened to lock you in a storage closet again

you guys sat on the dunes in silence for a while

the both of you wanted to confess, but neither knew how to do it

after some silence, the both of you spoke at the same time

you stuttered over each other and then began bickering back and forth on who should go first until you blurted out that you like him

you cringed and looked away as percy froze in his spot

it was silent for a moment before percy whispered, "I like you too."

cue your second kiss

your teeth slightly bumping with his since the both of you were smiling so much

and you swore you heard thunder in the distance even though there were clear skies

relationship

you lived in a foster home on the other side of manhattan, so you guys saw each other every weekend

you guys went on movie dates, long drives, and you would sleep over pretty often

for the spooky season, you went to haunted houses and carved pumpkins

you watched horror movies together, teasing each other when one of you jumped and tried to cover your face during the scary parts

you went to his place for Thanksgiving and you arrived early so that the both of you could help sally cook all day

you and percy put blue food coloring on the mashed potatoes

for the first time ever, you felt like you were apart of a family since sally had welcomed you with open arms

everything was going great but then december came around

the last time you saw percy, you guys were christmas shopping for his mom

your last day of school ended a few days after his, so you planned to meet at CHB

but when you got there, you found out he never arrived

you called his home from the payphone in the big house

sally was relieved to hear from you, a part of her hoping he was with you

but you both found out that neither of you had heard from him in a few days

meeting jason

you and annabeth tried everything to find him

then you got a dream from hera that the answer to where percy is was with the guy with one shoe

you arrive and you find this blonde kid and not your boyfriend; you were kinda actually very annoyed

but this blonde kid felt familiar

you weren't sure what it was, and then you heard his name — Jason Grace

surely, it was a coincidence that he shared the name of your missing brother

you were too young to remember his disappearance

the only remembrance you had of him was a picture of the both of you as toddlers sitting happily beside thalia

you always wondered who was the little boy in the photo and it wasn't until a few years ago did thalia tell you about him disappearing

you were a bit wary of him at first, especially since he had no memory of where he came from

it wasn't until he conjured lightning with his sword, did you have no doubt in your mind that he was your brother

the first night you guys spent in the cabin together was awkward

you couldn't really catch up since he didn't remember anything, so you told him what thalia told you about him and your mother

you didn't reveal him everything, not wanting to overwhelm him and you had decided to call it a night before you went into detail

you explained the rest of the story after he came back from his quest

you tried to ask him questions hoping he’d remember more, but his memory wasn't coming back fast enough

both you and jason were growing frustrated, so one day you iris messaged thalia

the both of you came up with an idea to jog jason's memory by showing him things that he enjoyed as a toddler

jason was pretty sure it wouldn't work, but he went along with it

thalia recalled that the two of you really liked watching the flintstones as babies

so you and jason sat down and watched every season available on dvd

and well, it didn't work...

thalia also mentioned you both really liked sweets, so you tried to jog his memory with candy bars

you had to convince jason to sneak out of camp with you

he thought it was such a bad idea, but you reassured him he'd be fine

after reluctantly agreeing, jason and you escaped at night to buy actually steal candy bars from the closest gas station

jason panicked as he watches you shove candy bars in your sweatshirt

"we're gonna get caught"

"if you keep looking that scared, we just might," you replied a little too calmly

he tried to relax, but he just looked like he saw a ghost the entire time

on your way back, you may have electrocuted a harpy and fought a couple cyclops and all the fighting and running made you lose one of your snicker bars

you were upset, to say the least

unfortunately, after stuffing him with chocolate, that didn't work either

then you tried to show him the few pictures you were able to salvage before you were taken to the foster home after the death of your mother

jason sat in front of you on the floor as you pulled the box from under your bed

you smiled, finding an old picture of your mother, and you put it up to his face, taking in the similarities between the two

"yep, you look just like her," you confirmed as you smiled sadly

even though jason didn't know her, he felt a sense of pride when you had told him so

every time a memory would come back, you were the first person he told

when his memories with lupa came back, you were shook

and then you teased him, saying that he's basically a dog

once you threw a twig and told him to go fetch

he didn't find it as funny as you and leo did, but oh well

you also asked if he howled at full moons, and you were met with the straightest face you've ever seen on jason

it was the funniest thing ever to you

every week you guys kicked ass in capture the flag

you guys were more alike than you thought

it was guaranteed that whichever team you were on would win

in the months when the argo II was being built, you had a lot of times to bond with jason

your dynamic was really fun as you were a bit more rebellious and silly while he was a lot more responsible and mature

after the argo II departed

you reuniting with percy was something you thought about for months

you were so excited when the argo II was officially ready to fly over to camp jupiter

your pulse was thumping in your ears when you saw percy in the crowd

after months of worrying about where he was and if he was still alive, it was almost surreal to see him right in front of you

you lunged into him so hard, he stumbled back as you kissed him

just like your second kiss, the both of you were smiling so hard your teeth kept bumping against his

"i love your new look," you commented on his toga, and he snorted,

"yeah?"

"oh yeah, it's kinda hot."

the both of you laughed, content to be in each other's arms again

after getting on the argo II, you were the reason jason and percy formed some sort of a friendship

you were the mutual ground for the both of them since they had a soft spot for you

the tension between the two was something you couldn't disregard and you hated how weird it was at the beginning

if they butted heads, you tried to mend the problem

you understood both of them well enough to understand where they came from

at some point, you and annabeth thought it would be funny to lock them in a storage closet

so you did

they kept complaining to be let out but eventually, they gave in

little did they know that you were standing near the door and listening to their conversation

jason told him how you helped him a lot and all the ridiculous things you made him do

and percy shared stories of you from quests and at camp

the both of them laughed and bonded over having someone as amazing as you in their lives

"y/n is pretty great," percy smiles

"yeah, they are," jason agreed

needless to say, your heart warmed at the praise from your two favorite boys

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[sabo-has-my-heart]

Worried About You

My first poly piece! I like poly Marco x reader x Ace, so I wrote this. For reference, this is set in a post apocalypse. Reader is Gender Neutral. Fluff/Comfort.

How had the world come to this? How had things turned out like this? Huddling in an old abandoned house, staring out the window and waiting for the rain to pass. You glanced over at your blond haired companion, one of the few silver linings in this bleak new world.

“Marco?” you asked, making the man turn towards you, letting out a slight ‘hm’, “Do you think Ace will get back okay? I’m worried about him.” you said, looking once more out into the rain. You hoped he wasn’t caught out in this.

“Ace will be fine, yoi. You know how strong he is, besides, he’s too stubborn to die.” Marco said with a chuckle, thinking about the black haired young man. 

“I know, but this rain, it’s-”

“Don’t, it’ll be okay, yoi. Trust me, it’ll be fine… come here.” Marco said, beckoning with his hand. You crawled over to the blond, sitting in his lap and letting him wrap his arms around you. It was a couple hours after the rain stopped that Ace ran into the house, slamming the door behind him. He had new cuts and scrapes, he was worn out, and he looked like he wanted to collapse, but he still smiled. His old green pack was replaced with a large backpack that he tossed on the floor in front of you.

“Sorry I’m late, I found a supermarket that still had food! The backpack was uh… found… on the floor.” Ace added, looking away briefly before glancing at you and Marco. The boy huffed, his cheeks bubbling out into a pout.

“Oh, so while I’m away doing all the hard work, you two get to cuddle up with each-” Ace’s sentence was cut off when you tackle hugged the boy.

“I was so worried about you!” you cried, arms wrapped around his neck as you held him close.

“Sorry, Firefly. Didn’t mean to make you two worry.” Ace said soothingly, running his hand up and down your back.

“It’s good to see you back, Ace, yoi. Even better to see you back with supplies.” Marco said with a smile, putting a large hand on his other lover’s shoulder. Ace smiled and nodded at the older man as you slowly pulled away.

“So what’d you make me worry so much over?” you asked, turning towards the pack that was still on the floor. You knew that there was a high chance that it was 99% food, but with his appetite, that was alright, at least you were all getting enough to eat.

“Well, since I had time to burn with all the rain, I ate while I was there, so I grabbed some other things we need like blankets, flashlights, all that fun stuff that you and Marco keep telling me I should focus more on.” Ace said with a grin, surprising you, “I did get food, but since I already ate, I didn’t need to grab as much. If we make another trip or two out, we could probably stay here for another few days, maybe a week or two!” the boy said, practically vibrating in excitement.

“We should still probably move on before the end of the week, yoi. I know you both want somewhere to stay for a while, but it’s safer if we don’t.” Marco said, making you both nod, a little bummed out, but still happy to have the supplies.

“I suppose you’re right, there’s no telling when people will realize this place still has supplies and come running.” you said with a sigh, feeling a little less cheery than you had been a moment ago.

“Don’t worry, little bird, we’ll be alright, yoi.” Marco said, giving you a small smile. You smiled back and nodded, wrapping your arms around him. You felt Ace behind you, wrapping his arms around you and Marco in a three way hug. Marco smiled at the younger man, leaning over you to kiss Ace’s forehead before placing a kiss on top of your head as well.

“We should take care of your wounds, Ace. Even something minor could get infected, afterwards, why don’t we wrap ourselves up in those new blankets you found and get some sleep, yoi?” Marco suggested, you and Ace nodding in agreement. As soon as Ace was covered seemingly head to toe in bandaids, the three of you curled under a fluffy blue and red swirled blanket that Ace pulled out of the bag.

“There were others, but I liked this one best.” he said with a small laugh, “actually, I built a blanket fort out of the leftovers while I waited out the rain earlier.” Ace added, a playful smile at the thought of his blanket fort.

“You dork! Making me worry while you build a blanket fort.” you teased, the three of you laughing, curled up under the blankets. While sleeping on the floor was significantly less comfortable than sleeping in a bed, it was made better by the presence of your lovers and the knowledge that they were both okay, for now at least.