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He smiled at her, ordering his scotch with a please and thank you.
She frowned at him, setting down the glass a little more heavily than necessary, keeping a firm grip on it and sloshing in a short measure. Putting the bottle to one side, she leaned on the bar, tapping her neatly manicured nails.
"What?" he asked, reaching for the glass which she pulled back.
"What's your IQ?"
"Uh, what does that have to do with the drink you're holding hostage and why do you ask?"
"'Cuz to the outsider you look like a tw*t with a death wish."
"'Scuse me ?"
"What the hell were you thinking, Flyboy? That rescue last week at the paint factory. Did you even think before running into that warehouse? I mean, ffs, you barely made it out before it blew up."
"But I did make it out, along with the three guys who were trapped in there."
Hannah growled, rolling her eyes to stare at the ceiling and clenching her hands into fists. Taking a deep breath, she leaned towards him.
"Watching that live footage, do you have any idea how scared I was?"
They both froze, staring at each other before Scott asked the uncomfortable question.
"Why would my being in danger scare you, of all people?"
She blinked at him, resolutely silent, it was the question that had kept nagging at her all week.
"Just... Don't do it again."
"Really? You're asking me to stay out of trouble, with your track record."
With an impatient sigh, she wiped the spilled scotch from the bar.
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I am definitely intrigued, looking forward to seeing where it goes!
WIP WEDNESDAY!!!
How is it Wednesday again already?!
I've been letting those Scott/Havoc ideas run amok in my mind these last few days and this story has been so much fun to play around with so far? It's not going to follow on from the prompt piece like I'd originally planned, and chapter one still needs to be checked over before posting, but for now here's the opening lines:
Hannah was twelve when she made her solemn vow. Kneeling down at that bedside, she had taken the cold hand, clasped it tight, and swore her silent oath. Invisible ink had tattooed those words onto her heart; she was bound by it now. Hannah had squeezed her eyes shut, disallowing threatening hot tears to leak and stain her cheeks. She completed her promise with a prayer. To give her strength. To help her through it. Lord knew she'd need it.
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Take The Edge Off
Nick Amaro x F!Reader
Rating: Explicit
Wordcount: 3464
Warnings: dirty talk, discussion of sexts/sexting, swearing, car sex/sex in a semi-public place, unsafe sex, biting.
Summary: You and Nick have been trying to find the time to hook up for days. Eventually, you resort to desperate measures to take the edge off. Written for the 'I can never seem to get enough of you' square of @storiesofsvu's bingo. This one was entirely @misscharlielulu's fault. (ao3)
The first photo felt a little silly. You had gotten all dressed up and ready for Nick to come over after work - which had really involved undressing, save for some thigh-highs - only for him to cancel on you. Major case, couldn’t get away from the precinct, short staffed, the usual interruptions. In your frustration, you had wanted some sort of payback.
Which had led to you propping your feet up on the headboard so you could take an artful shot of your legs, clad in your stockings. You know all too well how much Nick likes them, how distracting he finds it when you wear them around him. So you sent the photo off without much thought and went and had a cold shower.
You had come back to a flurry of text messages on your phone.
N: You can’t just send me stuff like that
N: I’m at work.
N: Once I get done here, I’ll come over
N: You’re in so much trouble
Smirking to yourself, you had sent a quick reply.
I hope so.
Your hopes had been dashed again when your phone had rung less than an hour later - instead of Nick, it had been your editor. Some socialite causing havoc uptown, he needed something for the Ledger’s website. The stockings had come off, you had taken the train uptown, and Nick had gotten an apologetic text trying to reschedule for the next night.
It had been the pattern of the last few days. You had gotten bolder in sending Nick photos - never with your face visible - and downright filthy texts, and he had responded with plenty of dirty messages of his own. Neither of you had been able to find the time to get together all week, and judging from the texts, he was feeling the frustration as keenly as you were.
Tonight, blessedly, your schedules aligned. Nick was on a late, so you spent more time than strictly necessary getting ready; picking out nice lingerie, making sure your aesthetician hadn’t missed anything when you went in for your wax last weekend, shaving and lotioning your legs. It’s going suspiciously well, and you’re beginning to wonder if your luck has finally turned when you hear a key in the door.
Luckily you’d dressed, despite an agreement that you’d have the place to yourself for the evening. Your roommate barges into the apartment, looking as though she’s run all the way up from the subway station, her boyfriend in tow.
“Sorry, sweetheart. I know I said I’d stay out, but Ned got the train up to see me, isn’t he so sweet?” Hannah manages, barely pausing as she passes you in the lounge. “Doesn’t your friend have his own place you can go to?” You want to argue back, but her bedroom door slams before you can get a chance.
Not that you have much room to argue with her, since her parents pay half the rent on the apartment. Instead, you return to your bedroom to find your headphones and turn your music on as high as it’ll go before any noises start up from Hannah’s room.
Yes, Nick had his own place, but the whole point of him coming to you was because you lived closer. Less time to wait, after days of dancing around one another. In good traffic, it was barely a ten-minute drive from the precinct to your apartment. From your place to his would take over half an hour, even without accounting for traffic. Frustrated, you flop back onto the couch.
You could text Nick and tell him about the change in plans. The last thing you want to do is reschedule. Whatever you have with Nick might be casual, but it’s still been far too long since you last had sex with him. Before you can do anything, your phone vibrates against your stomach.
N: I’m downstairs, can you buzz me up?
You must have missed the sound of the intercom thanks to your headphones. Instead of buzzing him into the building, you grab your bag and head downstairs, only taking your headphones off once you’re safely out of earshot of Hannah’s bedroom.
Nick is standing right outside when you open the door of your apartment building. If he’s surprised that you came downstairs, he doesn’t show it. Instead, he crowds you back into the lobby and kisses you. Nick’s arms wrap around your waist, holding you tight to him as he kisses you with an intensity that takes your breath away. His full lips are soft against yours. When his tongue dips into your mouth, your knees nearly buckle. It’s been too long.
“We can’t stay here,” you blurt out as soon as he breaks the kiss. You curl your fingers around the lapel of his blazer, trying to keep him close even as you tell him he has to leave. He frowns down at you.
“I thought your roommate-”
“Her boyfriend surprised her. Can we go to yours?” Given that he’d been willing to spend the night with you, you feel safe in assuming that neither of his children are around. And despite the vague, ill-defined boundaries the two of you have tried to establish, you’ve spent entire weekends at Nick’s place before. Nick sighs deeply, bumping his forehead against yours.
“There was an accident on FDR Drive, the traffic’ll be terrible.” He groans, arms still holding you close. You know he must be feeling as frustrated and needy as you do.
“If it gets really bad, we could always just fuck in the car,” you say teasingly. “Take the edge off.” At least that makes him chuckle, the corner of his eyes crinkling as he smiles. Keeping one arm around your waist, he leads you back through the front door.
“You’re a menace, kid.” Nick squeezes your waist as the two of you walk towards his car. “You cannot send me photos like that when I’m on a stakeout with Benson.”
“Photos like what?” You ask, widening your eyes in feigned innocence as you open the car door. “You mean like the one where my tits were practically falling out of my bra and-”
“Yes, like that. I work in sex crimes, it’s a bad look if I get turned on at work.” He slides into the driver’s seat, and you don’t miss the lingering look he gives your legs as he throws his blazer into the backseat. His shirtsleeves are rolled up, and you can’t help admiring his forearms.
“I don’t recall you complaining.” You cross your legs, letting the lace of your thigh-highs show. “In fact, shall we review the evidence?” You retrieve your phone from your bag, opening your messages from Nick.
“You’re not funny,” Nick starts, but he’s doing a poor job of attempting to sound grumpy. You make yourself comfortable in the passenger seat as he starts to drive, scrolling back through your messages.
“I’m not trying to be funny, Detective, I’m making my case. You said that I can’t send you photos like that when you’re at work, but here you are straight after the fabulous photo of my tits telling me ‘they’d look even better with my come on them’.” You watch gleefully as Nick’s hands tighten on the steering wheel; there’s little you enjoy more than attempting to rile Nick up like this. He’s doing a very good job of pretending to be unaffected, but you can see the faint smile playing at the corner of his mouth.
“Guilty.”
“And at one-thirteen AM the same night, you sent me a very vivid description of what you were thinking about while you jerked off. Do you need me to refresh your memory, Detective?” You can’t even complain about the lack of photos on his part; the texts he had sent back had been plenty descriptive.
“I was there, I remember.” Nick’s smirking now, that roguish grin that you love. The two of you seem to have hit the traffic that he warned about, but you keep going.
“I’ll remind you anyway. That long message, telling me that you got yourself off thinking about the time you fingerfucked me under the table at that dive bar downtown. How badly you wished you’d taken me into the bathroom and fucked me in one of the stalls. It was quite the text to wake up to.” You prop your feet up on the dashboard, your skirt riding even higher around your thighs. The motion draws Nick’s eyes, and you can practically feel his gaze dragging over your skin.
“Well, I hope it at least gave you something nice to think about while you were in your staff meeting.”
“Oh, it did. One of the few upsides of being a woman; you can be as turned on as you like in public, nobody’ll ever know.” The traffic is inching forwards, but you feel like you could crawl out of your skin with how aroused you feel. You glance over at Nick, pleased to see he appears to be suffering as much as you are.
The two of you have spent the better part of the week engaged in long-distance foreplay; being alone but unable to do anything has to be driving him as insane as it is you.
“You think you’re that good at hiding it?” Nick asks, taking advantage of a red light to turn his head and look you in the eye. “If anyone would have looked twice at you in that bar, they would have known.”
“That’s different, you were edging me. Everybody can see if a guy gets hard in public; if a girl gets wet, nobody sees.” You tilt your head, examining the cars around you. Before you can change your mind, you lift your hips up just enough to be able to hook your fingers into the waistband of your underwear and slide them off.
“What are you doing?” Nick asks, barely blinking as you toss the damp black lace over your shoulder into the backseat. You tug your skirt back down just enough to cover yourself and give a nonchalant shrug.
“Thinking of ways to save time when we finally get out of this car-” you start, a horn from the car behind you cutting you off. The traffic has inched forward since Nick took his eyes off the road, and he turns his attention back to it now.
“I told you the traffic would be terrible.”
“What would you have preferred, we stay at my place and try fucking to the sounds of Hannah and her boyfriend going at it in the next room? Or should we have gone to the precinct and done it there?” You tease, yelping when he playfully slaps your thigh. He keeps his hand on your thigh, his thumb stroking over the black lace of your stocking.
“I hate that you have a roommate.”
“Sorry, Detective, we don’t all make six-figure salaries. With what the paper pays me, you’re lucky it’s just the one roommate and not five. And I definitely wouldn’t live close enough to the precinct for you to come over on your lunch break when you need to take the edge off.” You cover his hand on your thigh with your own, squeezing gently.
His skin feels burning hot against yours, even with the barrier of your stocking. You tip your head back against the seat, any clever comment dying on your tongue. His fingers are so close to where you want them, just inches away from the apex of your thighs.
You let your eyes flutter closed, your imagination running wild. In the dark corner of a dive bar with a table obscuring his hands had been one thing; you’re not sure Nick is actually bold enough to slide his hand higher, where anybody could look through the window and see.
Still, the idea alone has your breath catching in your chest, your legs spreading subtly wider. The tension in the car is so thick, you crack your window just to let some fresh air in.
“You get bored of reading out sexts?” Nick asks, and you don’t even have to open your eyes to know that he’s smirking at you.
“I made my point,” you manage, hyperfocused on Nick’s thumb stroking your thigh. It’s such a light, gentle touch, but you’re so pent up that even that is driving you to distraction. In fact, it distracts you so well that it takes you a while to notice that the car is moving faster than it should be if you were still stuck in traffic.
“Did we get past the traffic already?” You ask, opening your eyes finally. The road certainly looks clearer, but you’re not entirely sure which borough you’re even in right now. Nick’s hand is still on your thigh, but he’s focusing on driving.
“No, I ah- I’m taking one of your suggestions.” It’s all the explanation he offers. You frown, trying to remember what you’ve said.
“I wasn’t serious about fucking in the precinct. Not that it wouldn’t be kinda hot, but Benson seems like she could be really scary-”
“We’re not going to the precinct,” he says evenly. Your frown deepens and you glance around, searching for some clue as to where Nick is driving you. The streets are growing quieter, and you swallow thickly when you realise he’s driving somewhere that the two of you won’t be seen. Nick seems to know where he’s going; you trust him.
It’s not long before Nick pulls into a nondescript parking garage. Your heart is beating so fast that your chest aches. Neither of you speaks as Nick finds a space tucked away behind a pillar and parks, as though some sort of spell has settled over you both and a single word will shatter it.
You can’t actually be about to do this. One of you will break. One of you has to.
Your seatbelt clicks softly as you release it, but the sound echoes through the space like a starting pistol. Nick undoes his own, his hands finding you before you can open your mouth to ask about positioning and dragging you across the car, onto his lap. You situate yourself as best as you can in the confined space, banging your head on the roof of the car as you try and straddle him.
Nick’s hand slides into your hair, cupping the back of your head and pulling you in for a kiss. If the kiss in the lobby was intense, then you don’t have a word to describe this one. You can’t breathe, but it doesn’t matter. You could die a happy woman, being kissed like this; Nick’s tongue licking against yours, a low sound rumbling through his chest as he pulls you closer.
Your fingers find the buckle of Nick’s belt, your back curving awkwardly to give yourself the space to move. There’ll be no finesse here, but the two of you are long past caring. It doesn’t take you long to undo his belt and pants, and you feel his breath hitch when you slide your hand under his waistband.
He’s already rock-hard to your touch, and Nick breaks the kiss to moan into your neck as you take him out. His breath is hot against your skin, his hands sliding down to grasp your hips. With your free hand, you clutch his shoulder as you align the tip of his cock with your entrance and slowly sink down onto him.
You feel every inch of him stretching your soft walls. The consequences of no physical foreplay, though you’re at least wet enough that it doesn’t hurt. You bite your lip, trapping a moan in your mouth. Nick’s fingers flex on your hips. It’s rare that he lets you ride him and you can feel him itching to find a degree of control in the situation.
You tip forward when he bottoms out inside you, burying your face against his shoulder to stifle your moan. One of your hands clutches at his bicep; the other grabs a fistful of his shirt over his free shoulder. A full-body shudder runs through Nick, and he gasps against your neck.
“Oh fuck, baby-” he chokes out, his grip on your hips so tight you wonder if it might bruise. You’re not even moving, but that familiar heat is already radiating out through your body, lighting up your nerve endings. You keep your face pressed against Nick’s shoulder as you give a testing pull of your hips upward.
He hisses into your neck through gritted teeth, every muscle he has held taut as he tries to cling onto a degree of restraint.
“There’s not enough room in here, is there?” You ask in a whisper, your voice hitching as you sink back down onto him. “You can’t grab my hips and bounce me on your cock like you want to; I’d hit my head.” You feel his low groan reverberate through his chest. Knowing you need to be quick, you start to fuck yourself onto him, riding him as best as you can in the cramped space.
Nick brings one of his hands up to cup the top of your head, keeping your face tucked against his neck. With your head still, he rolls his hips to meet your movements. The shallow thrusts make the head of his cock push up tight against your g-spot with every pass, sending pleasure lancing through you. You turn your head to moan against his shoulder, muffling the sound in his shirt.
“That’s it, baby, ride me,” Nick manages, his voice tight. “You feel so fucking good, my perfect girl, just like that-” He knows hearing him will help you get over the edge - ever the gentleman, wanting to make sure you come first.
He needn’t have worried. The sheer relief of being with him again after wanting him for what felt like weeks, and the illicit nature of what you’re doing gives everything a sharper edge. You’re so wet you can feel your slick halfway down your thighs.
It’s dirty and fucked-up, and it’s so fucking perfect.
“Oh Nick-” you pant into his shoulder. Your whole body is thrumming, like you’ve touched a live wire. “You make me feel so full, wanna feel you all the time, fuck-” You’re rambling, careening closer to that orgasmic high. Another low groan rips through Nick as your cunt clamps down around him, muffled by him nipping at your neck. The feeling of his teeth on the delicate skin is enough to send you over the edge.
You chant his name mindlessly as you come, your face pressed so tightly against his shoulder to muffle your voice that you can’t breathe. Everything in you pulls tight and then lets go, delicious heat racing through your body until you can feel it in your toes.
The force of it makes you sag forwards against Nick, boneless. He takes over, rocking deeper and pulling you tighter against his body. You swear you feel his cock throb inside of you, the feeling making your cunt clamp down around him in turn.
Nick groans into your neck as he spills inside you, filling you up as he holds you as tightly as he can without hurting you. You’re both breathing raggedly; neither of you tries to move for a long moment.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” Nick murmurs eventually. You can’t help but snicker, your head still resting against his shoulder. You hear the click as he cracks his window; you assume the glass has steamed up. You resist the urge to swipe your hand against it like Rose in Titanic.
“Me either. Nicholas Amaro, SVU Detective, fucking a girl in public,” you tut teasingly. Your knees are starting to ache, but it’s not enough to make you move just yet; you’re enjoying being draped over Nick like this, still split open by his cock.
“What can I say? You’re a terrible influence, kid. I can never seem to get enough of you.”
“Oh, I’m the bad influence?” You sit up, shuddering at the feeling of him shifting inside of you. He’s giving you that smile; the one that oozes charm and shows off his dimples. Before you can object further, he kisses you. It’s softer this time, unhurried. You could stay here for hours under different circumstances.
“The worst,” Nick murmurs when he pulls away, running his hand down your back. “You incited a cop into committing a misdemeanour.”
“You were the one driving”, you point out. “If you wanted me to behave myself, you could have handcuffed me and ignored me ‘til we got back to your place.”
“Oh, don’t worry. The handcuffs’ll be waiting for you when I get you home.”
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since you mentioned "you know who" on a recent post... ever since that whole thing happened, and those two accounts were deleted, i've been thinking... this person (because it's always been one person, obviously) has got to be out there on this site again rn, with a new alter ego, persona or wtv, and we don't know who it is :/ and have no way to tell, at least for now we do know that at least, they're a bad liar (and also it isn't lost on me how recently after that whole thing went down the blogs who were coincidentally the most vocal about the whole deception started getting a bunch of anti/accusatory/malicious asks... it just seems a bit odd to me) ngl i'm kinda worried about the havoc this person might still have left to wreak
anyway i hope you have a good one xx one good thing i got from the whole event was discovering your blog!
preach preach PREACH.
i apologize to everyone for posting about discourse especially this type of discourse, but with them coming back with what appears to be an agenda to terrorize the cod community, it feels necessary.
literally that’s exactly what i’m (and others) thinking. the fact that all of those accounts (talking abt barracks bunny fics) were made around july 12, and their first posts were all about said fics that they don’t like, it reminds me of how myka/“hannah” only made their acc like 2 weeks before all the drama. and the blank acc that’s involved reeks of sheheal.
all of those accs are centered around being in the military and giving advice to fic writers based on their military experience, which is exactly what all of mykas accs were doing. claiming that they reached a certain rank at a young age, which myka did + claiming to be one of three female machine gunners. when that’s. not true at all. there’s not just three. this isn’t a fanfic.
they’re claiming to be a USMC just like myka did. literally everything is just like myka/“hannah”. every fucking thing.
i have a screenshot that displays damnkid using the same attitude towards gaz and gaz erasure that was displayed during the myka situation.
myself and fulltacs have already been blocked by one of those accounts that we suspect (pretty much know) are myka.
in general, if i remember anything/if anything else happens ill reblog this post with additional commentary.
check out fulltacs blog for any incoming info <3 thanks to her for these screenshots
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Audio Drama Sunday!!!
Again this is far from comprehensive because I am a feral podcast monster, but here’s what stuck out to me this week! Mostly spoiler-free, unless you count vibes as spoilers!
🗡️ Cry Havoc! Ask Questions Later managed to have a happy? Ending? Honestly the way it managed to be a hilarious historical sitcom with an ending that chilling was MASTERFUL. Great job writers, y’all are fantastic. It is obviously not absolutely true to what we know about Roman history, but it is true to the spirit of it in a way that’s really satisfying for me personally.
🦀 @thesiltverses oh MAN. The way this story says again and again that you cannot earn your way out of being trampled by a system that doesn’t care about you hits every. Single. Time. And what are you going to do, try to remake that system? There are always going to be people who can’t handle that and fight against you, to their own detriment. This story is fantastical and exaggerated, but it’s always so real at the same time.
👁️ @hellofromthehallowoods is trying to kill me, straight up. I have no idea what Halloween will bring for this show and i’m dying. It’s very difficult to predict storylines on Hallowoods and that’s something I love about it. Will this pair break up? Will this pair die for their cause? Will this pair find each other again, even through death? Shoutout to the great guests this episode, I always enjoy seeing who Mx Wellman invites into the world.
🔎 @knovesstorytelling okay look, y’all, I have never read Northanger Abbey, so I don’t know why Kit’s being told to pack her bags and get out, and I am so UPSET. What’s going on????
📉 Within the Wires is back!! And my WORD, the juxtaposition of this season being motivational tapes while listening to the current season of The Dream about life coaches?? I am transfixed and horrified, let’s GO.
🎟️ @longcatmedia Mockery Manor. I love these clowns so much. I love that Bette is really smart and really dumb at the same time. Everyone’s acting is top notch, but I’m especially a fan of Karim Kronfli in this show. Everyone knows he’s got the range, but it’s so fun listening to him be this fussy little guy.
👻 One of the shows I’ve been catching up on is Ghosts in the Burbs, a deceptively spooky and delightfully witty single-narrator ghost show. I’m listening through the Lilith arc and….woof. WOOF. I know how it ends and it’s still terrifying.
🩸 IT’S HEMOPHOBIA DAY, omg, everyone please check out Hemophobia, I am so excited for Hemophobia. It’s sitting in my queue staring at me with that creepy-ass logo art. I’ve talked with CSW about this show and heard the trailer—religious trauma horror with amazing sound design and an amazing cast??? You kidding???? I am drooling over here. Join me, won’t you?
🧟♀️ This week is also the premier of The Dead! As soon as that feed appears I’ll be putting it everywhere, and I’m so excited to show everyone the first series. You’ve heard of snakes on a plane….
💐 On my end, as Re: Dracula continues its march to the finale, this week I find myself recording Inn Between and The Dead. I am still trying to make rent ahead of my new job’s first paycheck, so if you liked this post or the other things I do, would you consider sending me a ko-fi?
Now if you’ll excuse me, I will be listening to Hemophobia very quietly and very scared by myself in the dark. Until next week!
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"I must say, Ma'am, you speak your mind freely for an English lady." remarked Captain Tracy.
"Possibly because I am twenty seven years old and have the good fortune to have a good fortune." replied Lady Hannah, "My poor spinster sisters, after several years on the marriage mart, must take whatever they are offered whereas ladies like myself are referred to as 'eccentric'".
"'Eccentric? A euphemism for 'extremely wealthy'?"
"Indeed."
There was some "Regency!AU Tracy" chatter going on today. I only noticed on the sidelines because the ancient piece of Virgil with that horse was dug up and what I read amused me in a good way (and today I needed nice things, it was a frustrating day at work)...
But yeah... while I have no time for a larger random picture these days (I have a few deadlines for other pictures) I at least wanted to contribute with a random messy sketch of Virgil and Scott (whom I think would be some kind of naval officers in a Regency setting - which explains the random epaulets). Also, no claim whatsoever on historical accuracy of the outfits. Far from it!! (They are not super recognizable, I am aware... it's just a sketch after all and I just wanted to jot down the vague idea.)
It might actually be a scandal for the two most eligible bachelors of the county... duchy... (whatever) to hide from their guests to discuss some random naval strategy instead of making the ladies swoon while dancing. And I am sure the two are great at dancing. Perfect courtly manners to flaunt...
Anyways. This was a nice exercise and managed to distract my brain. Now it's back to commissions and the art trade that's due soon.
#regency tracys#havoc hannah#yes so I ship Scott and Hannah through multiple planes of existence#scott tracy#thunderbirds are go#thunderbirds fanfiction
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just got around to the latest chapter of tgstlth and i just had to say: you've done a wonderful job as always❤️ beautiful writing!!
my favourite part of the chapter is Ciel genuinely not realising the effect he has on people and merely thinking of it as Sebastian's "trick". cannot imagine the havoc he would wreak if he ever discovered this power (and how Sebastian would be his primary victim)
stay safe, and i hope you have good days ahead❤️❤️❤️
Thank you so much, I'm so glad you enjoyed this chapter!
The moment Ciel consciously realizes how else he can manipulate people will probably lead him to an inner crisis, but he wouldn't be able to resist - and yes, I think Sebastian would be his immediate and the biggest target :D
Also, as a result of this older post, I decided that in the end of S2, after Hannah turns Ciel into a demon, she will transfer her powers to him, including her status as a succubus. So a lot of possessiveness and some angst are guaranteed to ensue in more way than one))
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As everyone knows I'm a super huge fan of Assistant To The Villain by Hannah Nicole Maehrer. And today I discovered this manhwa which really reminded me of ATTV!
It's called "I Will Become the Villain's Poison Taster"
Basically our mc reincarnates to the body of one of the main villains of this tragedy novel she read just as she is waiting execution and she finds out she's immune to any kind of poison. She gets saved by the ml which is the main villain of the story but she doesn't know he's the main villain since he looks different from the novel description. Things happen and she starts working for the ml as a poison taster in his store and meets with a bunch of other villains in the book. The main goal for mc is to not get entangled with the main characters since she doesn't wanna die.
The story is so cute and I'm loving it so much. All the characters are so funny even the side characters are so entertaining and lovable. Mc and ml have such a funny dynamic between them and they're freaking cute together. Also the communication here lemme tell you👌✨️ no stupid misunderstandings whatsoever! Also ml knows that fl is transmigrated he figured that since chapter 2! Yeah I know I too was surprised that can happen!
Both main characters are very well fleshed. Both of them have personalities and their own goals, they're not just 2 characters meant to fall in love and just that. The plot is also very interesting, not anything super original but it's not so clishe it's become repetitive and boring, it does have it's own originaloty thoug and it has some very nice world building. The characters alone hook you up and never let you go they're all so fun. Also the artstyle is amazing, the artist really pays attention even to the tiny details.
So if you enjoy a found family between a chaotic band of misfits who always cause havoc and an adorably cute romance between a villain and their employee than give this manhwa a read!
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Your First Valentine's Day Together {Pt. 2}
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MDNI
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This one includes the creeps the other one was missing.
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Creepypasta Head-Canons
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GN/Reader
Warnings: None
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Trenderman
Expect to receive a full bouquet of red roses and a specially tailored dress/suit just for you in your favorite design/color. Will take you to a beautiful underworld restaurant in your new dress/suit and order you the finest wine.
"Only the best for you, Y/N." "Awww..."
Splendorman
This is a special SPECIAL occasion! He gets to celebrate his love for you! He arranges an extra special tea party just for the two of you, expect tons of heart shaped treats, cuddles, praise and kisses! You're just the cutest thing ever to him!
"Splendyyyy! I love it!" "And I love YOU my little flower!"
Jason The Toymaker
He's not new to the concept of Valentine's day but has never had any reason to celebrate before. Will most likely give you an extra special teddy bear made with love, this teddy will certainly watch over you whenever Jason is busy! Also will give you a nice private little coffee/tea date. (Jason is one of the more possessive ones)
"I'll never leave you, Y/N. You're mine." "Thanks, Jason."
The Dollmaker
He's often pretty quiet and a little distant but still loves you and looks forward to spending time with you. His gift is a bit creepy but I promise he means well, however the doll that looks suspiciously like you that's now sitting on your shelf still gives you the creeps. At least he's letting you hang out with him while he works today.
"So... This is your office?" "...."
Kagekao
Ah yes, that familiar demonic cackling fills your ears. He's quite an openly affectionate partner and is beyond excited that you wanted to celebrate Valentine's with him. You two have a nice little date with wine and then cuddle up to drunkenly watch some horror movies. And in typical Kagekao fashion he teases you everytime you flinch.
"Kekeke~ Don't tell me this scares you, Y/N~ You're with a demon~" "Shut up... I'm not scared."
X-Virus
He doesn't really understand the point in giving you flowers that will only wilt and die, therefore he gives you a whole ass house plant. That way you two can care for it together as plant parents. Aside from the house plant you have a fun little date where you assist him with experiments- and by assist I mean you stand far away while he wreaks havoc and support him lovingly at a distance.
"Isn't this cool, Y/N?" "Yeah! Really cool!"
Suicide Sadie
She absolutely adores you and hopes to make the day as lovely as possible. Taking you to a beautiful little lake in the woods, where you can spend your day chatting, swimming and hanging out under the big blue sky. She gives you a pretty rock she found at the bottom of the lake.
"Here, darling. This reminded me of you." "Thank you so much! I love it!"
Roadwalker
Her idea of a nice romantic date is taking you on a long hike through the woods, just talking and admiring nature. Taking in all the scenery she surprises you with a puppy. What could be a better gift than a sweet little bundle of joy?
"Is that- is that a puppy?!?" "Sure is, Y/N! I was hoping we could raise it together."
Scarecrow Girl
She's super nervous about Valentine's Day, hesitantly giving you a bouquet of half dead flowers and... Grass? Well, she's doing her best. It's heart warming how shy she is about asking you if you'd watch a movie with her. How can you say no?
"Well.... What about that new romance movie...?" "That sounds great."
Vicky Genocidal
Brings you a box of assorted chocolates and a heart shaped pin. She takes you on an exciting date at a festival that set up in the nearby town, wearing disguises you two ride all the rides, play a bunch of games where she wins you a ton of prizes, buy a bunch of snacks and end off the day with a ride on the creaky little ferris wheel. It's not overly romantic but it's still nice when she kisses you.
"Did ya like it?" "No.... I loved it."
Hannah The Killer
Joyfully drags you along with her, little to no explanation, to a theme park. Not that you're complaining. She tries to win you prizes but sadly sucks at the rigged games, getting pretty pissed off- however you're luckily able to calm her down with some popcorn. You spend the rest of the date having snacks and riding rollercoasters.
"We should do this again sometime, Y/N." "Yeah but next time let's avoid the prize booths."
Candy Pop
Ah Yes- a date with an over excited demonic jester man. He doesn't go for chocolates instead offering you a box of assorted lollipops, and puts on his own private little comedy show for you in your room. It's quite endearing and ends in cuddles.
"I love making you laugh." "Thanks, Candy."
April Fools
She treats the day as more of the perfect opportunity to go on a pranking spree! So your date with her is just you guys going around and screwing up everybody else's Valentine's Day. It's fun to get into some mischief though! That is till Jeff figures out you're the ones who put hot sauce in his protein bar-
"Best date ever!!!!" "Yeah! We should keep running though Jeff is catching up!"
Zero
Decides the best date idea is to have a lazy day, it's just you two laid in bed doing absolutely nothing the whole day. There is nothing she'd rather do than just be with you.
"I have to pee." "Me too."
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Scott scowled in the direction of the pile of rubble which had been a shopping mall. The damned building was nearly new, built using the latest technology and materials so architect and construction companies arses would be hanging from sharp, painful walls if he had anything to do with it.
Beside him, Virgil was discussing with the local fire chief who had led the rescue, finalizing their comments for the report while Gordon packed up the last of their equipment in the pod.
It had been a bloody mess, they'd rescued more survivors than expected but as always, each person the teams failed to bring out alive was one person too many.
Chief Halford tugged his helmet off and ran a hand through his grey, sweaty hair.
"My guys are bringing out the last pair they could find." he said, groaning at the stiff cramp in his neck.
There were calls for extra hands as firefighters slowly emerged carrying a stretcher with a young woman strapped to it.
They had immobilised her neck with a brace and she had cuts on her face and arms, her dark jeans had traces of concrete and plaster dust and dark patches here and there which were likely more bleeding injuries.
Her shoulder length hair was brown but the ends had been bleached and dyed blue and around her right wrist was a charm bracelet.
"What?" murmured Scott under his breath. "No." he said a little louder, starting to walk towards the group, then running. "No-no-no-No-no!"
"Scott?" Virgil called after him.
Stopping next to the stretcher, Scott looked down in horror at a familiar face.
"Is she alive?" he asked, fighting a wave of nausea, brushing blood stained hair from her pale, lifeless face.
"Yes, but we need to evac her now."
As the paramedics took the stretcher and moved towards the ambulance, Scott kept pace with them, grabbing Hannah's hand. Virgil had caught up with him and was surprised not only to see who the injured woman was but also his brother's reaction.
"We're taking her to Pearce Memorial Hospital, if you wanna meet us there?"
Scott nodded mutely, watching as the doors slammed shut and the driver fired up the engine and their sirens, pulling away and speeding for the hospital.
"What the hell?" Scott groaned, rubbing his face with his hands. "Why was she even here? This isn't her neighborhood, she's supposed to be working today! She told me she was working the lunch shift."
"Was that Havoc?" asked Gordon.
"Her name's Hannah!" snapped Scott, without thinking, digging his phone out and plotting the quickest route to the hospital. He needed to be there when she woke up. When, not if. Because she had to. She had to wake up, if she didn't... Well, that was a possibility Scott didn't want to consider.
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Bestie hi! Its been far too long. I'll blame it on life being occupied with work and summer travel. In fact, just had flights for my trip connecting through DFW, and ofc thought of you now ha. How are you, all well?!
Shall I start w some rambling re the amazing new fic?: Just incredible writing/work overall, no surprise and Ive so enjoyed reading.
Really looking fwd to the reunion of P's mini and his Pookie! Perhaps he can let something slip a bit about their past to Stephie? She cant be the only one wreaking havoc with her mouth for once ha. The one year contract- how dare you 😅 I ached at all the parts referencing A's wishes for a partner. And P flinching at just the word family! Im still here trying to wrap my head around A ever not wanting to marry P, but I know youll end up connecting the dots beautifully (and remedying this outrage lol). Currently torn on whether youre evil enough to have P upset Stephie at any point in this 😐 the way it would kill everyone The flashbacks are always impeccable (painful)!
Other news/notes: P looked and did great at her appearances. That stylist really gets her and is phenomenal! Those idiots in love (affectionate) together in MT ��. Azzi dear, the nails again, please.. the shorter hair is cute. Whew, that Hannah Hidalgo mess. Yikes yikes yikes. No girl. Though I did at least appreciate the numerous funny tweets that whole thing managed to create (and good clap backs). The recommendation is prob late now, I meant to mention a while back - saw 'Power of the Dream' and thought it was a good watch. So much respect for the players it covered. Boy, are we gonna need the WBB girlie pops to step up in a big way again this fall. Ugh
Thats all from me. Have the very best Wednesday! -☕️
Ah bestieeee hi I missed you! It has been a while and I'm glad to see that you're back <3 I'm doing pretty good babes, how's everything with you? I'm assuming there was no wife-sighting while flying through Dallas but just know I'm still rooting for the two of you!
YAY! I'm so glad you're liking it so far! Drew and Stephie's are gonna be like that one tiktok sounds where it's like "who are you?" "bitch i'm the owner of this house" but yeah it's gonna fun.
Liiiisteeeen Stephie can't be happy and joyful the whole time and Paige can be a bit of an idiot so like...it just writes itself you know? (The answer is yes btw I am absolutely evil enough if I choose to be)
ALL HAIL BRITTANY fr like thank god for that woman because she's really saving Paige from herself let's be honest. Also her makeup team is flawless.
THE NAILS lmao listen once was coincidence, twice? Oh Pazzi....
Ugh yeah that's so unfortunately like I really was and wanted to continue rooting for her but that shit's just gross and honestly lowkey made me kinda sad cause how are you like that in the year 2024 but I guess that's just life.
Ooooh I've been meaning to watch power of the dream and now that you're recommending it, I definitely will!
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Thundertober Day Twelve: Hospital
The days are going by so quickly. Day 12 is here already! Almost half-way through! I wrote from The Mechanic's POV a couple of days ago, so I thought I'd give Havoc a go. Since we know so little about her (and Fuse) most of this is based on headcanons I devised whilst writing. If I had more time, I'd probably go into a lot more detail. But, for now, I hope what I wrote works. (See end for a bonus note).
AO3 here
Days: One ~ Two ~ Three ~ Four ~ Five ~ Six ~ Seven ~ Eight ~ Nine ~ Ten ~ Eleven
Warnings for: Hospitals and mentions of past trauma. Havoc’s plans are rudely interrupted by International Rescue… again. Tagging: @thunder-tober @skymaiden32 @idontknowreallywhy @mrmustachious (just going to put it out there that if you want to be tagged in any future Thundertober pieces, or future pieces in general, let me know and I'll tag you too!)
Hannah hated hospitals. She absolutely hated them. The way the clinical smell of hand sanitisers and bleach seemed to get up her nose and linger for eternity; the way the florescent lighting pierced through her eyes and felt like it was burning a hole into her retinas if she dared look up at one; pristine uniforms discarded on chairs that lined the walls that were synonymous with the institutions. All of it was a cold reminder of her past.
It was all unnatural, at least to her. It wasn’t a place where people always got better. Most hospitals contained a morgue for a reason.
She had managed to push past her fear. She had to, if she didn’t want to face the wrath of The Boss again. Clarence had already left her, off on his own pursuit of supplies from the upper floors of the wing. Even in a hospital that was abandoned Hannah had to remind herself to breathe. It didn’t help her all that much. The impersonal aura seemed to cling to the doors and walls. The very essence of the building itself seemed drenched in the stench of anti-septic and latex gloves. The quicker she got what she came for, the quicker she could leave.
Equipment was strewn around the corridors. As she stepped over cables and and fallen ceiling plaster, she wondered how much still worked and how much was a lost cause. It didn’t matter. Even if she had been a fixer instead of a destroyer, she wouldn’t have had the time to check whether she could repair those instruments or not. Her job was simple and it was on a time-limit. The GDF would only be diverted by their little distraction for so long. Her job was to pick up items that The Boss had asked for. The scanners and machines that go ping weren’t on the list and so, they were left in the dust.
The wing she was scouting, a pain management clinic, appeared to be endless. The wards were far apart from one another which made no logical sense. Long passageways led onto more hallways. There were remnants of colourful strips along the linoleum flooring that once had directed patients to the different departments that were housed in this specific building. Hannah didn’t need to try and follow them, which was probably a good thing given the state some patches were in. If she had to rely on them, she would have become lost incredibly quickly. Luckily for her, her scanner contained all the information she needed to know about the layout of the hospital, but that didn’t stop her from occasionally glancing down at the purple strip every now and then to see if it concurred.
Eventually, around half an hour after leave Clarence in the entrance, Hannah found her ward. The hospital had only recently been abandoned, which meant it was a prime spot for scouting for supplies. What The Boss wanted the supplies for were beyond her knowledge, and Hannah knew better than to ask. She threw off her backpack and placed it on the nearby bed, open and ready to be filled.
It seemed others in the area had already been scouting the place as the broken cupboards looked to be already empty for the most part despite the hospitals recent closing date. To her surprise, there were still some orange tubs left in the side cabinets and IV bags still sealed hanging from the stands.
Carefully, Hannah began to fill up the rucksack. Her haul wasn’t as impressive as she had anticipated, and she began to hope that Clarence had had better luck on his ward. The bag was only half full. Knowing The Boss, he wasn’t going to be happy. Then again, he probably would have found some fault even if she had filled the bag up. It was rarely a win-win situation when it came to him.
From the hallway outside, she briefly heard a scuffle of shoes. At first, Hannah told herself she’d imagined it and that her paranoia was playing with her mind. She packed up the rest of the bag and swung it over her shoulder, ready to leave and get as much distance between herself and this infernal hospital when two figures burst through the ward’s swing doors. Hannah paused.
When she and her brother had caused chaos at the nearby quarry, they had foolishly not thought about the ramifications of them being involved. The duo’s only goal had been to keep the GDF busy and it had seemed like a solid plan at first, but now, seeing a member of International Rescue standing in front of her, an injured man hanging off his shoulder, it seemed like a very big miscalculation on their part.
It was one she would make sure she would not make again.
“What are you doing here?” Hannah eyed the door. If she was fast enough, maybe she might be able to make a break for it.
“I could ask you the same thing.” Scott Tracy replied, lowering the man from his shoulder onto one of the nearby beds.
Hannah ignored the grunts and groans from the wounded man. “Those aren’t clean.” She found herself warning him. “It’s not very sanitary.”
Scott gave her a look. To her credit, she didn’t cower. Hannah never cowered. In fact, she straightened her spine and stood to her full height. It was nothing on International Rescue’s commander, but it still made her point; that she was able to stand her ground.
“Why would you care about that?”
Hannah observed him as he began looking through the cabinets, ignoring the way the man on the bed was rocking in pain. Blood smeared across his face, his frayed shirt and had even stained Scott’s blue uniform. “I don’t care. I was just making an observation.”
“I’m guessing we have you to thank for the mess down at the quarry?” He asked whilst frantically searching the cupboards that Hannah had already looted.
She gripped the strap of her rucksack a little tighter and offered up her best mischievous smile. “Impressive wasn’t it?”
Scott didn’t seem to hear her, instead slamming one of the cupboard doors closed with a suppressed yell. “Nothing! Absolutely nothing!” He breezed past her, seemingly forgetting her existence or just actively choosing to ignore her presence, and returned to the injured man on the bed. “I’m sorry, Ketan, but we’ve got to look elsewhere.”
“I-I-I can’t.” The man whimpered, struggling against Scott as the latter tried to lift him again. “I-I-It… Hurts. C-can’t…”
“You have to!”
For all that International Rescue were — mainly a very large thorn in her and her crew’s side — she had to give credit where credit was due; they never gave up. Part of her thought it admirable. Part of her thought it foolish. If she was in his position, there would have been no question as to what she would have done.
The man wanted to be left to die?
Fine.
She wouldn’t have even showed up to help rescue the trapped workers down in that quarry to begin with.
But, watching Scott be persistent with Ketan, watching him continue to fight for the other man’s survival, hit home for a moment.
Perhaps it was the venue in which they found themselves currently, but Hannah watched Scott battle Ketan for the man’s own life in the same way she watched those nurses battle for her mother’s life all those years ago.
She refused to admit she was being soft, or that she even had a good bone in her body. She wasn’t a hero, for God’s sake, and to even think of herself that way led to utter disgust building in her gut.
Yet, she still did it.
Hannah lowered the bag, opening it and retrieving the goods she’d pilfered earlier. She laid them out across the bed next to Ketan’s. Scott’s eyes were on her, Hannah could feel them boring into her back. She refused to look back at him.
“Take whatever you need.”
Scott moved to her side, most likely to examine the meds she had just willingly given to him, but it still made her flinch away.
She wasn’t a good person, but she had just done a good deed and it took every ounce of self-will to not start doubting herself. Every part of her screamed to change her mind, to repack that bag and run. Going back to The Boss empty handed was a ridiculous idea, even more so given the fact she’d just aided his greatest enemy in the process, but Hannah didn’t have the strength to listen to those fears today. She was tired of being scared of the ramifications of dealing with The Boss. At least this way, Ketan had a chance of survival in a way that her mother hadn’t…
She tried not to shudder. What the hell was wrong with her?
“Than—”
“Don’t!” Hannah picked up the rucksack and tucked it under her arms, retreating away from Scott before he could finish that line of gratitude. “Don’t thank me.”
And then, without looking back for fear of feeling, she was running.
Quick end note to say that this was a lot longer (double the length) when I first wrote it, so if you are interested in hearing more... Well, this is one of the pieces that might actually get expanded at some point.
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Sombra had been defeated, and the Bureau was victorious, not without casualties of course.
After wounds were treated and deaths were mourned, Riley Colton, otherwise detective or inspector of the Bureau, invited all her friends to go to Pacific Bay to relax and celebrate this victory. Of course, Riley had more planned out…
While the pacific police department got to know the Bureau, Riley went over to the hacker of the department, Hannah Choi, not without being tackle hugged by Amy first.
“Riley! It’s been so so long! I missed you! I’m so happy you’re visiting!” Amy said as she squeezed Riley tightly. “Y-Yes…Good to see you too Amy..! I need to go- find Hannah for…Something! I need to…do something,” Riley muttered, her cheeks going slightly red. Amy noticed this, giggled a little, before wishing Riley luck.
“Hannah- Can I speak to you for a moment?” Riley asked, pulling on Hannah’s sleeve. “Huh? Sure,” Hannah and Riley walked off to discuss whatever they had to discuss…Jack watched as Riley and Hannah walked off, a bit confused. Meanwhile, Elliot was disappointed that the only other hacker wasn’t there to wreck havoc with him (he’s bored and restless now).
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“Okay…I can definitely lend you my speakers for the time being for your confession,”
Hannah told Riley.
“Thanks so much Hannah- I really really appreciate it. This is…A really really big thing to me- and I really want to impress him,” Riley told Hannah.
“Yeah I know. You got this man!”
Hannah gave Riley a big thumbs up and a smile to encourage her friend. Riley gave Hannah a nervous nod, a crooked smile forming as he couldn’t deny the anxiety and slight embarrassment that welled in their stomach at the idea of performing a love confession to their crush. But he bas been practicing her singing and Japanese so long- they could do it! He’d make a performance that Jack was bound to love and remember for the rest of his life!
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Later, everyone had gathered at the beach for a beach party! Drinks and food were provided, with alcohol free options being available for anyone who didn’t want to end up hungover the next day, and for Elliot’s sake. Jack and Lars were in the sea, playing beach ball.
“Okay Lars- I think I’m gonna tell Riley how I felt about him! She supported me during our time in the bureau, and I really really want to spend more time with him,”
Jack told Lars as he threw Lars the beach ball. Lars laughed a bit, secretly aware of what Riley was planning later.
“Yeah yeah- Good luck bro. I’m sure they like you back,”
Lars chuckled. That was when Jonah and Elliot swam over and started splashing water all over Lars and Jack- And it soon became a giant water fight. In the background at the beach, Carmen and Hannah were helping Riley get two of the speakers out. Riley was getting insanely anxious, beads of sweat trickling down their face and his hair almost seemed messier than before.
“Chill out Colton! You can do this. Stand straight, deep breaths! You could handle murders, you can definitely do this,”
Carmen said, grabbing Riley by the shoulders and giving her a “get your shit together” speech. Riley nodded.
“Yes- Thanks Carmen,”
Riley nodded, as he grabbed the microphone that Hannah had left on the speakers. Elliot meanwhile was starting to drag Jack back to the beach with Jonah, mumbling cursed and wondering why he agreed to do this, while Jack was yelling and questioning what was happening. After Jack was forcefully brought back to the beach and dried, Hannah handed him a laptop.
“Huh? What’s this for? It better not he to show me embarrassing pictures of myself.”
Jack questioned, while Hannah rolled her eyes.
“Shut up and take it. You got a performance to watch!”
Hannah gave a vague explanation while stepping away while snickering her ass off. Jack was still in doubt, but his heart almost bursted out his chest when he saw Riley standing opposite him, in his swim trunks and cardigan, holding a microphone anxiously and trying to get their shit together.
Come on Riley- You solved countless murders and dealt with obnoxious people you can do it! You can sing a stupid confession to the guy you had a dying crush on for months!
Riley thought to himself, before starting to sing. Their voice cracked at some points, as they held notes they never knew they could held. They never sang much, and they suddenly wished they practiced much more than they did.
Jack had his eyes on both Riley and the laptop’s screen, as a melody of a language Jack was foreign with spilt out of Riley’s mouth, filling his ears as the laptop translated every word that rushed out Riley’s mouth.
Jack and Riley could slowly feel their cheeks starting to burn up as Riley found it harder and harder to choke out that melody of their admiration and desires, their grip tightening over the microphone as they sang out the last lyric with as much passion and emotion they could cram into their voice without cracking from the stress and pressure. Finally, the music died down and Riley was coughing and choking for air after the stunt. They did not have the lung capacity for this. And then Jack tackled them, causing them to crash to the floor as he aggressively hugged them.
“COLTON! GO OUT WITH ME!”
Jack yelled as he grabbed Riley’s hands desperately, like it was the last day in the world and he only had once chance to ask this.
“Y…YES- FXXK YES-“
Riley yelled as they clung onto Jack as if they had known each other for their entire lives.
“…That has got to be the corniest love confession eve- Ow! Carmen!”
Elliot yelped as Carmen slapped the back of his head.
“Let the love birds have their moment now,”
Carmen laughed, while Hannah was in the background taking incriminating photos to remind Riley of both the best and slightly embarrassing day of their life.
They spent the rest of the night at the beach drinking and eating and getting absolutely wasted. One thing for sure, Riley and Jack never let go of each other’s hands even once during the entire time. Tightly interlocked with one another, they’d never separate from one another (unless necessary of course).
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Good evening, good morning and good afternoon to you all. I am your host, Mystery Meat. Pleasure to be posting again. Expect me to vanish for another few months. I apologise for delays, but I will focus on myself for a while and disappear again! Also since I have a lot more studies now and my time is running out.
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HPB, Chapter 1 - A Vague Warning
Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader
Warnings: mentions of murder
Masterlist
Word Count: ~3,200
Note: Welcome to the second part of my Draco x reader fic, taking place during the events of Half Blood Prince!
Since the full, public reveal of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named’s return at the end of your last school year, he and his Death Eaters had come out of hiding more and more to wreak havoc and violence across the wizarding and muggle worlds alike.
Donna and Yvette had both carefully explained to their muggle parents the dangers of them accompanying them to places such as Diagon Alley, where not even the witch and wizard locals were safe. Most shops either had boarded up a few front-facing windows, or, if you squinted from the right angle, you could make out the glimmer of a magical ward. Your mum and Julien insisted on accompanying you and your friends through the shops, and afterwards Donna and Yvette both came back to stay with you until it was time to head to King’s Cross.
Even with the world as it was crumbling around you, the book list for your O.W.L. year was as long as it had ever been. The three of you sat around your living room, flipping through textbooks with growing trepidation while your mum and Julien worked in the garden outside. Buttercup, your King Charles Spaniel, had her head across Donna’s lap, and Wilbur, your white cat, bathed in the warm glow of the open window. Hagrid hadn’t even assigned a textbook for Care of Magical Creatures, so at this point, you were just trying to kill time before leaving for King’s Cross.
Yvette sighed dramatically and closed her book with a clap. “This sucks. Are we even going to be allowed to go to Hogsmeade now?”
“That’s what you’re worried about?” Donna asked incredulously. “Not the rising kill count of Dark Wizards abroad?”
Yvette huffed. “Well obviously, I thought that went without saying. But I’m sure that between the Order, Ministry Aurors and Dumbledore someone will put a stop to that. I just don’t want the world to stop spinning until they have. Is that so wrong?”
Donna raised her eyebrows but said nothing, electing instead to scratch behind Buttercup’s floppy ear.
You chimed in, “Some normalcy would be nice. And I doubt the only all-wizard village in Britain is at the top of You-Know-Who’s hit list. Aurors frequent The Three Broomsticks. Fudge used to frequent The Three Broomsticks. As for the new Minister, we’ll see.”
Just then your mum poked her head through the door, brandishing a trowel as she spoke, “You should be perfectly safe in Hogsmeade, but you must keep your wits about you! And stick together, no wandering off to look for Puffskein burrows this year, Y/N. Now, get your trunks together, we’re almost done out here.”
After a long, heartfelt goodbye to Buttercup and coaxing Wilbur into his carrier with a tuna flavored treat, you piled your trunks into the magically expanded trunk of Julien’s station wagon. Your parent’s accompanied you all the way to your first steps onto the train, hands hovering above their wands, where you found Herbert waiting for you in an empty compartment.
He grinned and lent a hand as you and your friends shoved your trunks into the overhead compartments. “Ernie and Hannah may join us later,” he said, “once they do their rounds.”
Donna laughed. “Hey Y/N, remember when I thought you might be dating Ernie?”
“What?” Yvette asked sharply. “Have I missed something?”
“No,” you said firmly, “it was just because of the DA meetings. Before you guys knew about it.”
Donna continued to tease, “The two of you strolled into the common room pretty late. He even opened the door for you.”
The train’s whistle screamed out and the car lurched.
Yvette’s eyebrows creased. “Well, to be fair, you could certainly do worse.”
Herbert was shocked. “Do you like Ernie?”
“No, no. Nothing like that. But he’s nice, though. And he made a good dueling partner.” She shrugged. “I wouldn’t judge if you did like him, Y/N.”
“Well that’s very nice but-” you stopped short as Wilbur’s paw began reaching out of his carrier and swiping at your shirt. “D’you think Ernie and Hannah’d mind if I let him out?”
The compartment door slid open.
“Surely not, go ahead,” Hannah said, entering the compartment with Ernie close behind. Wilbur gave the air a sniff before climbing out, stretching dramatically, and curling up on your lap. He allowed Hannah to pat his head.
“You seem in good spirits today, Hannah,” Donna remarked.
She laughed, and explained, “Prefect duty was just unusually pleasant this time round.”
Ernie scoffed. “Yeah, since Malfoy’s taking the day off, apparently.” A jolt plunged through your gut - you’d somehow forgotten another year at Hogwarts meant another year hearing about him. You still felt conflicted - no, conflicted wasn’t the right word. Angry, yes, at him for being exactly who everyone else had told you he was, since he was the kind of person who could use the terms blood traitor and mudblood in the same sentence. His father even had been arrested at the Ministry last year, undeniably in league with You-Know-Who. There was an entire article in the Daily Prophet about it, explaining that the Malfoy’s (apparently very old and very large) family mansion had been raided shortly after. Oddly enough, learning that had sparked some level of sympathy, for Draco at least. It had to have been difficult for him, even if his father deserved it. And you were also disappointed in yourself, that who you were beginning to think he was happened to be so far off the mark.
With any luck, your Herbology 6 would be with Gryffindor and Hufflepuff and you could avoid him altogether.
The train ride to Hogwarts was pleasant - the sun came out halfway through to cast a warm glow on the countryside, and Ernie and Herbert swapped stories about Peeves. When the snack trolley rolled by, everyone pooled together some Galleons to split a box of twenty chocolate frogs, then you opened all of them to trade cards.
Once settled in the Great Hall for the feast, you turned to Yvette to speculate about the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. He was a short man, with a round face and a mustache, and a snappy dresser. No one seemed to have any idea who he was. Then, once the pudding was unveiled, Professor Dumbledore arose and took his place by the great owl podium.
You half-listened to his welcome speech, really only interested in the new professor, and whether he had anything to say about You-Know-Who, and you didn’t have to wait long. Professor Slughorn, an old colleague of Dumbledore’s, had returned to resume his old positions as potions master. Potions? You looked around confused at your housemates, then over to the Ravenclaw table where a similar bout of confusion had struck.
Dumbledore continued to explain, “Professor Snape, meanwhile, will be taking over the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.” Another uproar followed and you sank into your pudding. There went the hope of an O.W.L. for that subject.
It was a relief to learn that your Herbology 6 period was, in fact, with Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, and it pleased Hannah and Ernie too, to know they could whisper questions in your ear whenever it suited them. Most of the Gryffindor sixth years you had already met through the DA meetings, and some of them even remembered you enough to ask what you were doing in the class.
The potions classroom had undergone a subtle change for the better. Under Professor Snape’s reign, the lighting had always seemed cast in that same cold-green glow you’d encountered in the Slytherin common room, but here it was almost cheerful. Almost. Though it was accompanied by Professor Slughorn grinning at the door and shaking hands enthusiastically with every student as they filtered in. Luna seemed particularly comfortable, launching off immediately about her father’s publication, The Quibbler, when asked. It was, easily, the best Potions class you’d ever sat through.
Professor Snape, in Defense Against the Dark Arts, had given a lengthy speech on the nebulous nature of the Dark Arts and had hinted more than once at the inferiority of Harry Potter’s instruction through Dumbledore’s Army. Thankfully, you saw a few others barely hiding their own eye rolls.
Zacharias Smith wouldn’t take no for an answer when he asked you to try out for Quidditch Keeper again this year. Apparently, since Ezra Miller had left Hogwarts, Wanda Clemm wanted to try for his spot as Beater. In the end, you relented, and thus found yourself on the Quidditch pitch with Yvette and the rest of them at the crack of dawn Saturday morning.
Herbert and Donna settled into the stands with a few others including Professor Sprout to cheer you on, and the tryouts commenced. As it turned out, Wanda Clemm made a fair beater, and beamed triumphantly when Zacharias offered her the spot. Yvette retained her position as Chaser, as did Cadwallader. Devon Summerby barely came out on top; Zacharias was not pleased, but offered him the spot anyway.
Then, Keepers were up. There were only two others vying for the spot: a fourth year you’d only met in passing, and Ernie Macmillan. You quirked an eyebrow at him, he responded with a shrug. You elected to go last, wanting to see how they did, and secretly hoping that one of them would be good enough so you wouldn’t even need to try out. Unfortunately, though, Ernie struggled greatly to turn quickly in the air, and the fourth year kept doing loop-the-loops in between the goal posts.
It was unavoidable, then, when your turn rolled around and you were able to actually block the quaffle, Zacharias offered you the spot confidently and you didn’t have the heart to say no after seeing the other options.
Yvette was characteristically excited, and her enthusiasm managed to rub off on you enough to make you grin by the time you got back to the common room.
During the week that followed, a growing foreboding grew in the air. There was a tension, a pregnant pause. You thought that maybe it was your luck avoiding Draco Malfoy wearing thin.
Then, during Herbology, Professor McGonagal had interrupted to pull Hannah out of class. She never returned. You learned later that her mum had been found, dead, earlier in the day. It was enough to remind you of the real dangers that existed just outside Hogwarts, and you had to scold yourself for forgetting. Draco Malfoy was the least of your worries.
The common room atmosphere took yet another hit. If even the Abbotts, an old pureblood family, weren’t safe, was anyone?
Zacharias, ever sensitive to the feelings of others, had reminded you brusquely of quidditch practice to take place in an hour. As anyone but Zacharias could have predicted, that practice did not go well. Everyone had one eye on the quaffle and the other on the castle in the distance, hoping that one of the people coming and going would have news about Hannah. But not one did.
You followed Yvette back to the common room after, thoroughly exhausted and hopeless, intending to flop onto bed and sleep through breakfast in the morning. When you thrust back the bed curtains, though, Wilbur sat, tail curled around him, purring happily.
“What’s that, bud?” you asked, spotting the corner of some kind of parchment under his bottom. You lured him off of it with a treat and read, “Come to the owlery at midnight, alone. It’s important. -SB.”
“SB?” you asked yourself. “Do I know anybody… maybe Silas Babbage? No, he left last year. Who in the world?”
“Talking to yourself again?” Donna asked, strolling into the room.
Yvette answered before you could, “Looks like Y/N’s got a secret admirer.”
“I do not!”
She shrugged. “Not sure who else would leave a note on your bed asking you to meet them at midnight.”
“What?” Donna exclaimed as she snatched the note out of your hands. She turned it over and over, incredulous. “SB?”
“That’s what I was just wondering.”
“Well are you going to go?”
You thought for a moment. The note gave no real indication of who you were meant to be meeting, and given the state of things, that could be dangerous. But, then again, it said to meet at the owlery so whoever sent it must be from someone already on Hogwarts grounds.
Finally, you nodded. “At worst it’s a prank, and I’ll complain about it to you both when I get back.”
You waited until the last Hufflepuff had gone to bed, Donna and Ywette Made you promise a full report before bidding you goodnight, and then you slipped out the huge round door. Wilbur had abandoned you hours ago when he realized you weren’t on your way to bed, and both Donna and Yvette had gone to sleep.
“Sipellum,” you whispered, casting the Disillusionment charm on yourself to obscure your form. It wouldn’t make you invisible, but it would be easier to hide from prefects in the dark corners of the castle. Your mum had insisted upon teaching you the incantation over the summer, and this technically was the first time you’d tried it. Surprisingly enough, it worked.
Carefully, you stepped lightly on the balls of your feet out of the castle. The outer doors were all closed except for the small courtyard between the great hall and the library’s wing, so you waited a few beats for whoever was on curfew patrol to pass, and climbed through an arch onto the grounds.
The lingering summer air made the night breeze warm, but you still shivered through your jumper. It was a clear night, too, the waxing gibbous moon illuminating the highlands sufficiently enough you never bothered to cast lumos. The owlery loomed on a hill above you.
So, you climbed.
Halfway up, you heard a muffled curse. Then another, and when you were inches from the door, “Get away, you mangy thing,” hoarsely whispered.
You tossed open the door and dismissed the spell; it was Draco Malfoy, sitting on a bench previously covered in owl droppings. Your eyes narrowed. He was shooing away a fluffy white cat, who was purring aggressively trying to head butt his leg, and yelped slightly at the sight of you.
“Wilbur!” you chided, ignoring Malfoy. “What are you doing here? Don’t touch that, you don’t know where it’s been.”
He ignored that last bit, asking, “This thing belongs to you?”
Finally, you leveled your gaze at him. The absolute gall it must’ve taken for him to summon you here tonight, after last year, astounded you. “This is my cat. Who is apparently a terrible judge of character. What in Merlin’s Beard is ‘SB’?”
He said coldly, “Study buddy.” You snorted. “It was the best I could come up with.”
“Well, I’m here. What do you want?”
He took a steadying breath. The summer hadn’t treated him well; his normally cold features were especially worn, harried even. Dark circles had appeared under his sharp eyes. He replied, “The Hufflepuff common room, is there a password?”
“Huh?”
“To get in - is there a password?”
There were barrels outside the door you had to properly knock on, and if you got the rhythm wrong you got sprayed with pumpkin juice, but you weren’t sure that really counted. “Uhh… Why’d you want to know?” He crossed his arms. “Okay, fine, not really. But it’s just outside the-“
“No, don’t tell me. Just,” he paused, hands folded in front of his mouth. “In the event there was someone attempting to enter to cause mischief, it would be advantageous for there to be some line of defense. In the Hufflepuff common room.”
You took a moment, blinking rapidly, to unravel what he could mean. “That’s… vague.” The thought of his father, a Death Eater, imprisoned in Azkaban flickered across your mind. “Do you… know something? What are you implying?”
A wall of ice descended behind his eyes once more. That was all you were going to get out of him, it would seem.
“I’ve said all I can. Goodbye, Y/N.” He turned and stalked out of the owlery, not even bothering to sneak or cast the Disillusionment charm. Still depending on his prefect status to keep him out of trouble, no doubt.
You waited a beat, fuming, wondering what the point of this meeting had been. Was it a prank? What had been the punchline? Was it possible he was actually trying to warn you of something important? Maybe he’d overheard something over summer. Or, maybe he just wanted you out of bed after hours for an excuse to dock house points.
After a heavy sigh, a groan, and a feeble kick to the bench, you recast the Disillusionment charm and went out as you came in.
“Donna,” you whispered, standing over her bed, “get up.”
“Huh? What? Ah!” She started awake, then rubbed her eyes. “Y/N, do you know what time it is?”
“Yes and this is important, get Herbert to the common room.” You moved over to Yvette’s bed and woke her next.
Your three friends assembled themselves on a plush leather sofa by the fireplace, still warm with embers, as you recounted the events of the evening, including just who was waiting for you in the owlery.
“Total transparency, I have no idea what it was all about. There wasn’t some trap waiting for me, no one jumped out to laugh. I don’t know what to make of it, “ you finished, hands folded in your lap.
Herbert frowned. “And he didn’t mention who would be trying to get into our common room?”
“No. Only that if someone were to try, for the purpose of causing mischief, it’d be better if there was a password. Or some other thing, I guess.”
Donna pondered. “And it didn’t seem like he was trying to trick you? He never asked where the common room was, though, right? So it’s probably not him playing some long-gamed prank.”
You shook your head. “At first I thought that must be it, right? Why on earth else would he go to these lengths to get me alone at midnight. It’s possible he was just testing how far I would go for a mystery. Or for some weird misdirection. But if I had to put words to it, he seemed… almost… afraid.”
“If you thought he looked afraid, he was probably terrified. That git’s facade could fool a boggart.”
Yvette shrugged. “After everything that happened last year, do you trust him?”
You let out a bark of laughter. “No. I don’t trust him. But I’m inclined to believe him. About the possibility of a threat, I mean.” They were quiet as you pondered. Beyond the grounds of Hogwarts, darkness was spreading fast. You knew they lived in fear of receiving similar news as Hannah had, and though you were loathe to admit it, so did you. It seemed unwise to ignore such a warning from someone who might have inside information. Thinking of just who that information could have come from, you shuddered.
Finally, Donna nodded. “I don’t think this is the sort of thing we ignore.”
Herbert agreed, “So how do we fortify an enchanted room, in an enchanted castle, under our teachers’ and everyone else’s noses?”
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Runaway - Chapter One.
So... because of certain criminal activity from my beloved @withmyteeth, the first chapter is here! I will leave it up to you guys, with how fast you want the chapters to come. 40 notes will unlock the next, but the majority vote on whether you want that to be immediate, or twice weekly will win, so be sure to let me know below in the comments. Chapters are all around 2k words or under, so a nice, quick read :)
Previous chapters - Prologue
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Words - 2,017
Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!
The Locust and Fly. She’d been there once before with Shonda, she recalled, many years ago now. It was quite upscale, Hannah not figuring it to be the first place the biker who pulled up outside it would take her, but then again, he had stated he’d take her to the nearest bar, and that was just what it was.
Climbing off the huge motorcycle, her legs still juddering from the powerful thrumming, she straightened her dress, glad it had been stretchy enough to hitch up over her thighs, and wide enough at the bottom to gather in her lap as they rode. Anything tighter wouldn’t have lent to motorcycle riding, not that such a pursuit was a factor in her original decision.
She took a deep breath, pulling her little compact from her clutch and checking her appearance. Her face was fine, but two miles on the back of a bike with no helmet had played havoc with her neat updo. Rooting in her hair, she began to yank out the many pins holding it up, Manny removing his helmet and shades as he leaned back against his bike, waiting patiently for her to finish picking her hairdo apart.
“So, I gotta ask. Why’d you run?”
Her reply was temporarily halted as she shook her head upside down, her shoulder length blonde waves finally free of their pinned prison, straightening once more. “I think that story will require the presence of drinks.”
He snorted softly, straightening up. God, he was tall. Reaching, his fingers touched a pleasant warmth against her collarbone as he retrieved a hairpin that had hung on, holding it up between his long fingers. “Missed one.” Looking down at her, he was free to notice the simplicity of her beauty, very pretty in an unfussy way. Bright blue eyes, blonde hair, pale skin, a good facial symmetry. White girls weren’t who he usually went for, and he never had before, but her? He could go for her. He probably shouldn’t, given the circumstances, but he could.
Hannah noticed it, too, the flicker of desire in his dark eyes. It made her stomach roll pleasantly, dropping her head for a moment, viewing the scattered pins upon the floor, all in a messy array. How fitting for her life at present, in the metaphorical sense. Looking back up at him, she watched his full lips curve into a smile, a set of perfect, pearly whites glistening in the mid-morning sun. “Let’s get you inside for that drink then, mamas.”
She nodded, smiling, lifting up the fishtail of her gown as she followed him, suddenly pausing to look back over her shoulder, scared they might’ve been followed.
“’Sup?” Manny spoke, noticing her reluctance.
“Just making sure none of his family followed us, or Michael himself.” Her eyes scanned the traffic a little more before turning back to him.
His eyebrows furrowed a little, holding out his hand to her. “Ain’t nothing gonna happen while you’re with me, Hannah. S’all good.” She could believe that, too, noticing the semi-automatic holstered beside his left hip. Reaching out, she took his hand, letting him lead her into the bar. They took a seat at the bar itself, the girl behind it taking their order, one beer and a large vodka with cranberry juice. Manny was just about to ask again about the story that had led to her jumping on the back of his Harley, when they were interrupted.
“Did you just get married? Oh, congratulations!” A middle-aged woman gushed as she approached.
“We did, and thank you,” Manny spoke before Hannah had chance, winking at her in a ‘go with it’ kind of way.
“May I see the ring?” she asked, taking Hannah’s left hand, but finding it lacking the presence of a wedding band. “Oh, you’re not wearing one?”
“My wife and I don’t wear our wedding rings on our fingers,” he then spoke.
“Oh! Is this a modern thing? Where do you wear them, then?”
She was a little slow on the uptake. “Use your imagination, darlin’.” His chirp, delivered with a devilish grin made the woman blush immediately.
“Oh, oh I, I see,” she floundered. “Well, congratulations again.”
Hannah couldn’t help the snort laugh, covering her mouth with her hand. “You’re bad.”
“Oh, y’all got no idea.” he winked, and her stomach fluttered. Oh yes, he was gorgeous, she couldn’t help but notice. “So, the runaway bride thing. Do enlighten me.”
She truly had no idea where to begin with explaining it, sinking her drink and calling for two more before she did, taking her phone out, ready to pay. Manny immediately closed his hand over it though, shaking his head. “I got this. No lady pays for shit when she’s with me. I ain’t a gentleman in many ways, but this one I am.”
“And if I argue?” she broached, cocking her head, her tongue touching the corner of her mouth.
“Then you need to remember who saved your ass and do as you’re told, don’t you?”
She couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, he’s sparky, huh?”
He leaned in a little closer, absently passing a twenty-dollar bill across the bar to the waiting server, her laugh making his insides feel warm. “As I said, y’all got no idea.” Catching his scent, Hannah tightened her crossed legs, the aroma of Armani He flooding her nose. She’d attempted to get Michael to wear it in the past since it was her favourite, but he never would.
“Anyway, about the running,” she began, taking a sip of her fresh drink. “I think I always had it in the back of my mind, that he wasn’t right, but tried to supress it. I thought it was my last chance at thirty-eight, that my age meant I was running out of options. And I am, really. The dating game is tough out there right now!”
His eyebrows fluttered. “Tell me about it.”
She found that hard to believe, being as good looking as he was. “So, anyway. It just hit me suddenly, when I turned around in the church and saw so few of my family there. Not even Shonda, my best friend attended, said she couldn’t watch me go through with it. That was when it dawned on me that she, my brothers, my grandparents, my other friends, my cousins, they were all right. So, I ran.”
“Makes sense that you did it then. Now or never, like Elvis said,” he began, sipping his beer. “So, what did Shonda and the rest of your family and friends have against him? What’s the beef there?”
She took a breath, realising that listing all his faults would likely make it all the more real, how stupid she’d been for it all to only hit her upon her actual wedding day, that he wasn’t the right man for her. It also wasn’t lost on her, how comfortable she felt with the stranger before her, enough to begin reciting that list. “He was, I don’t want to say controlling, because it wasn’t that, but it was things like everything had to be his way. He chose where we went, what we ate, what we watched, who we saw, live bands and the like, and all of my ideas were rejected.
“Also - and this grinds my gears the most - he expected me to look and act a certain way, too. I always had to be put together Hannah, you know? Like, I could never be Hannah who wanted to just be casual in her AC/DC t shirt and a pair of cut offs and Converse, I always had to be cute outfit Hannah, fully made-up face Hannah. Don’t get me wrong, I like looking nice, I’m an elegant woman, but not a hundred percent of the time! Even this fucking wedding dress, I chose it because I knew he’d approve of this one more than the one I really wanted!”
Manny raised an eyebrow. “Hannah?”
“I know what you’re gonna say,” she cringed. “It just hit me as I heard myself listing it all, I know, I know!”
“That’s controlling,” he confirmed, shaking his head. “What did the dress you wanted look like, then? I gotta say it, though. You look a total knockout in that one. Damn.”
The way he bit his lip as his eyes took a tour of her made her giggle, Manny pulling a questioning face at her. “Sorry, it’s just a never got a ‘damn’ from a guy quite as good looking before. In fact, that wasn’t even a damn. That was a dayum.”
“You might get a few more yet,” he winked.
Oh, the charm in him! He was smoother than silk, and god, how she enjoyed it, despite the utter chaos of her life, being flirted with by her knight in... denim, flannel and well-worn leather. There was a shiny bike, but no shining armour.
“As for the dress, it was shorter, just above my knee. Kinda made me look like a ballerina, which would have been fitting as I do ballet, not professionally or anything, but for fun and exercise,” she explained.
“Yeah? Can you get up on your tippy toes and all that?”
“I can,” she confirmed, sipping her drink. “It hurts like hell, but yep, I can dance on pointe. I do stuff for the local ballet academy, but yeah like I say not professionally. It’s a vicious world, and you can’t eat. This gal loves a big assed burger way too much to survive on a diet of steamed rice and vegetables. I have a loathing for healthy food other than fruit.”
“Agreed, it’s bullshit,” he snorted.
“Right? I like real food, and usually getting into a huge mess while I’m eating it. That’s another thing Michael hated, that I could be perfectly content with sitting back, watching the football, big ole’ bucket of KFC on my lap, but he’d want to go out someplace fancy.”
Manny snorted, sinking the rest of his beer and picking up the fresh one. “The more I hear about this Michael, the more I think you had a lucky escape, mamas.” He then reached for a menu from a little further down the bar, giving it a glance. “Half pound cheeseburger. I could go in for some of that, after your mention of big assed burgers. You hungry?”
“You know, I actually am. I didn’t eat breakfast, I was so nervous,” she revealed, Manny raising an eyebrow.
“Too nervous to eat the best meal of the day? Pffft, that should have told you everything. No one should be nervous, heading down the aisle. Excited? Yeah, I get that, but nervous? Nah. Nervous is for people who ain’t sure what they’re doing is right.”
She pressed her lips together thinly, nodding. “You know what, Manny? You’re absolutely right. I think I let my whole fear of being alone get the better of me, for way longer than it should have.”
“Why?” he immediately questioned, attracting the bartender and ordering the food before he continued. “I mean, I don’t know you, but you seem like a real down to earth chick, you’re beautiful too. Ain’t like girls who fit that description have problems finding a guy. Oh, and you mentioned football and fried chicken there, too. Who’s your team?”
She snorted softly into her glass, pausing from sipping. “Erm, Raiders! Like there’s any other team worth supporting!”
He rolled up his sleeve, revealing the tattoo of their emblem. “Right answer. Even though I’m originally from Arizona and so thus have love for the Wildcats too, Raiders were always my team. I’m kinda bummed they moved ‘em to Vegas, but no matter, man. I still love ‘em.” He paused for a minute, thinking it how uncanny it was. There she was, a girl who was gorgeous, nice, and liked burgers and football. And she’d literally ran from her wedding, right on into his life. Was it kismet, he wondered?
With nowhere to be, and nothing to do other than enjoy her company, he guessed he’d find out.
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🌈 Happy Pride! 🌈
This June, good things come in sets of six as I spotlight some of my favorite rainbow reads.
✨Category is: Shakesqueer✨
From Viola to Hamlet to the mysterious Golden boy and Dark Lady, readers of the Bard know there’s nothing straight or narrow about these texts…
Learn more about them under the cut
Besides his collected works, here are some other titles for Shakespeare fans!
Loveless by Alice Oseman (YA): Uni first year Georgia Warr has learned all about love from stories…including Shakespeare. As she and her friends perform snippets of several plays, Georgia discovers more about her identity and all the forms love takes Rep: aromantic/asexual mc, sapphic scs, nonbinary sc, BIPOC scs
Mortal Follies by Alexis Hall (Fantasy Regency Romance): Shakespeare meets Austen in Hall’s latest romance between Miss Maelys Mitchell and Lady Georgiana Landrake. Fans of “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” will recognize the narrator, who’s clearly been up to antics since wreaking havoc in the forest…Lord what fools these mortals be! Rep: F/F sapphic mcs, queer scs
Lady Hotspur by Tessa Gratton (High Fantasy Reimagining): Gender-bend “Henry IV” and fill it with sapphics? Yes, please! While it is a sequel to “The Queens of Innis Lear,” this one can stand on its own. Rep: F/F, sapphic mcs, queer scs
Golden Boys Beware by Hannah Capin (YA reimagining) What if you set “Macbeth” in high school and put Her Ladyship front and center? A lurid, poetic reimagining of a timeless, horrifying tragedy. Rep: sapphic scs trans sc, BIPOC
If We Were Villains by ML Rio (Mystery/Thriller): Once an actor, now a convicted killer, Oliver Marks reveals what really happened the night one of his fellow Shakespearean troupe members died. “One sin I know another doth provoke; Murder’s as near to lust as flame to smoke” Rep: questioning/unlabeled queer characters, M/M
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