#I was gonna put this at the beginning of the fic and then went nah this is best served as flashbacks

[nehswritesstuffs]

banish every gaslight; let clarity shine - Part 4

I’ve been waiting to get to this stuff for a while you have no idea. It’s a little longer than the prior chapters, but it’s worth it.

Part 1 [FFN/AO3] - Part 2 [FFN/AO3] - Part 3 [FFN/AO3]

A pair of children, sick and alone, stumble into Spider Miles with hate in their hearts and their lives on a timer. Then, a surprising thing happens: they acquire a sister. [3136 words; AU where there is a Third Corazón, whose existence makes Law’s life hell]

Sixteen years earlier, in an entirely different ocean…

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Lami squeaked quietly as she tried to not cry. Her entire body hurt as she hid in the cart, feeling every bump in the cobblestone road shift the bodies above her. Law pressed two fingers to her lips—they had to be quiet. The little bit of light that filtered through to them was enough to hit his eyes and show how large and terrified they were; he was just as scared as she was, and they both needed to hold on a while longer. As they traveled, they could feel the ground beneath them shift to something softer before the cart finally came to a stop.

“Ah, shit, we’ve got to dig too?” came an irritated voice. It must have been one of the soldiers. “Breathing’s tough enough in these fucking masks.”

“We wanted to wear surgical masks, but no… it had to be rubber gas masks,” another soldier griped.

“Yeah, fuck this,” a third chimed in. “Let’s just ditch the cart and say we thought we didn’t need to dig—all in?” A small chorus of voices agreed and their heavy boots began to walk away into the distance.

Silence.

“A-are they g-gone…?” Lami whispered.

“I think so,” Law replied. He wiggled his way out of Lami’s sight and carefully—quietly—removed himself from the cart. After a quick look to make sure none of the soldiers were there, he found his sister’s ankles amongst the limbs in differing stages of Amber Lead and rigormortis and pulled her out, her shirt getting caught on someone’s hand that had long-ago calcified. She began to panic, but he deftly unhooked the fabric from the stiff fingers. “See? We’re good.”

“Law…? Where are we…?”

“It looks like the campgrounds,” he said, taking a better look around. There was a pile of shovels near one tree, along with a container that looked like fuel accelerant. The clearing across the way had several mounds of dirt that were too neat and orderly and large to be anything but fresh graves. He remembered how it looked in the cemetery when their neighbor passed away before the Amber Lead began to take its toll—that was supposed to be their fate next, burned and buried in a pit with everyone else from the cart. “We need to get out of here, and quickly.”

“…but where will we go?!” Lami asked, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. She watched as her brother climbed back onto the cart and began tugging clothes off corpses. “Law?!”

“It’s only going to get colder, and they won’t miss them,” he claimed. He tossed down two thick cloaks, a coat, and a thick sweater before hopping back down to the ground, a pair of boots in-hand. They were not the correct size for Lami’s feet, but they would work, since she hadn’t put on shoes in months. “Come on, let’s go.”

“Where…?”

“Somewhere we can get them back,” he said darkly, taking her hand in his. “We need to first survive, but then… they’ll be sorry.”

The two children ran into the woods and did not look back.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

“Bloody fucking hell… look at them,” Diamante smirked. He and Trebol towered over the pair of brats in the trash heap, having stumbled onto them eating moldy bread. The boy was a bit older than the girl and was holding a knife as though it would protect them. “…and what do you plan on doing with that, lad?”

“Don’t touch my sister,” the kid growled. “All we want is to die taking out as many people as possible, so if you know what’s good for you, you’ll let us be.”

“You’re not going to get anywhere like this,” Trebol snorted. He sucked some phlegm back up into his sinuses and chuckled. “You’re Flevench—how much time you got, kid?”

“Thirty-eight months,” the boy said. “My sister has thirty-six.”

“A doctor told you that?”

“Our parents did,” the girl said, trembling. “They were really, really great doctors! They were murdered by soldiers!”

“You two are little kids,” Diamante scoffed. “How do you plan on taking out all these people?”

“We’re going to join the Doflamingo Pirates,” the boy stated. Diamante and Trebol both laughed. “You’ll see! We’ll join them so we can help cause as much destruction as possible!”

“Why do you think that the Young Master should waste his time on you, hm?” Trebol wondered. The boy swallowed hard and adjusted his grip on the knife. “We only take serious applicants.”

“We are serious,” the girl chirped.

“Yeah,” her brother agreed. “We won’t have peace during the three years that we have left, so why should anyone else get that luxury?”

The children waited with bated breath as the adults in front of them grew quiet. Diamante and Trebol both looked at one another and nodded before turning around and walking away.

“If you’re really that serious, then follow us,” Trebol chuckled. “If not, then have fun eating garbage for the rest of your lives.”

Law and Lami looked at one another and nodded—this was it.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Flying through the air, Law grabbed onto Lami and did his best to land on his back, cushioning her fall. He glared at the man staring out the window at them, feeling just slightly vindicated when he caught himself on fire.

“Jackass,” he mumbled. He looked Lami over, seeing that she was shivering. “Hey… you alright…?”

“Yeah,” she whimpered, nodding into his shirt. “Law… I want Mom and Dad…”

“We’ll see them soon enough,” he said as he hugged her.

“Wow! You survived!” Lami and Law looked to see the two kids from the Donquixote Pirates—a large boy and a girl in a maid outfit—scurrying over to them. The girl helped them stand as Buffalo watched over his shoulder for the adults. “We thought you were dead for sure!”

“Law makes sure we don’t die,” Lami told the other girl. “He’s really smart and good at taking care of me.”

“If you’re so smart, then why do you need the Family’s help?” she deadpanned, turning her attention to Law. “They say smart kids are the ones who leave.”

“We need their help because we are not going down quietly,” Law hissed. “What’s it say about you that you’re still around?”

“I’m clever—that’s different,” the girl retorted. She then looked at Lami, her face brightening. “Finally, another girl! If you convince the Young Master to let you stay, then we are going to have the best time. Better than we got now at least.”

“I thought we already had another girl,” the boy mentioned. The girl punched him in the arm.

“Dellinger is a boy, you dummy,” she scolded. “He’s part Fish-man, so his junk hides like theirs, but he’s definitely a boy! You’d know that if you changed his diaper!”

“Then why’s Giolla acting like he’s a girl?”

“…because Giolla is also stupid and thinks she can just make him a girl because she wants to,” the girl sighed. She rolled her eyes and turned back to Law and Lami. “So, how about it? You gonna see if you have what it takes?”

“We know we do,” Law said. Seas, this girl wasn’t getting it. “Can you get us back in?”

“Mmm… I might be able to pull a few strings,” she said with a grin. She then stuck out her hand. “Name’s Baby 5.”

“Law.”

“Lami.”

“I’m Buffalo!”

“Those are weird names,” Lami noted quietly.

“That’s because they’re codenames,” Baby 5 scoffed. “Almost everyone in the group has them.”

“We’ll be dead soon from acute Amber Lead poisoning, so I don’t see the point,” Law shrugged. Baby 5 scowled at his answer, which made Lami giggle. Instead of chastising them, Law held out his hand, which Baby 5 looked at warily, then shook. “To all the chaos we’ll cause in the meantime.”

“To the chaos.”

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

It was somewhat easy to adjust to living on Spider Miles within the construct of the Donquixote Pirates. Law and Lami were able to eat good food every day as they tried to stay healthy enough to contribute. While Law studied and trained with the adult members of the Pirates, Lami was often laid up in bed and unable to do much of anything.

“This sucks,” she pouted. Baby 5 was setting a tray down on the bed next to her as the younger girl was very tempted to throw her book across the room. It was just the two of them that evening, as most of the crew had gone out on an assignment and would not be back for a couple days and baby 5 was assigned to watch over the younger, bedridden girl. “Why does my Amber Lead have to be so debilitating?!”

“Do you even know what that word means?” Baby 5 asked.

“Well, yeah; it means it makes it so I can’t do anything,” Lami replied. She tried to sit up against her pillows and the other girl jumped in to help. “Ow…! I hate this so much!”

“Law-nii’s working on trying to find a cure,” Baby 5 reminded her. She then handed her a hot chocolate, only to get a stare. “What…?”

“Why’d you call him that…?”

“Well, I’m two years older than you, and he’s two years older than me, so I decided we can be siblings,” Baby 5 reasoned.

“What about Buffalo and Dellinger?”

“Weird cousins…? I don’t know.” She sat down next to Lami with her own hot chocolate and the girls cuddled in close for warmth. Baby 5 looked at the book that was sitting on the blankets and tilted her head. “What are you reading?”

“Noland the Liar,” the younger girl replied. “I know it’s a little babyish, but I like it.”

“Yeah…?”

“Yeah… but it’s weird.” Lami opened the book and flipped to a page towards the back. “The book we had when I was a baby showed him crying.”

“Crying…?” Baby 5 scrunched her nose. “Everyone knows Noland laughed at his death, like the Pirate King did.”

“Our book was our opa’s when he was little, and he got it from his opa, and all I know is that it was old and that old is also sometimes different.” She touched the illustration and frowned, seeing the large white patch on the back of her hand. “Bee…?”

“Yeah…?”

“If Law-nii doesn’t find a cure for us, you’ll remember us, right?”

“I’ll always remember you,” she promised. “Why do you ask?”

“I… I guess I’m just scared.” She took a sip of her hot chocolate, avoiding eye contact. “I guess that’s kind of babyish of me too, isn’t it?”

“No… I think it’s brave,” Baby 5 admitted. She put an arm around Lami’s shoulders and hugged her. “I’d be scared too if I were in your situation. Law-nii better find a cure for you both soon… I… I don’t want to be alone again.”

“…but you have Buffalo and Dellinger!”

“Yeah, but they’re not like you two. They’re not…” She sighed. “I dunno… it just seems right being with you and Law-nii… almost like… we can be a family… like I belong with someone… like I’m needed.”

“That’s silly—everyone’s needed by someone,” Lami decided. “That’s silly to think otherwise.”

“…really?”

“Really.” The girls sat there with their hot chocolate, staring at the book illustration, before Lami nodded her head decidedly. “Can I need you to be my big sister if you need me to be your little sister so you’re not alone?”

“Yeah. We can need each other to be sisters.”

…and that was the end of that.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

It was a few days before the rest of the crew came back from their mission, the Numancia Flamingo overflowing with money and treasure. Instead of helping to unload the ship, Law went directly to the balcony where Lami liked to read, hugging his baby sister tightly upon seeing her.

“It’s been so long!” Lami squeaked. She put down her book and pulled her cloak a bit tighter around her shoulders to ward off the autumn chill. “You were gone for ages!”

“It wasn’t even a week, you silly thing,” he scoffed. “You make it sound like I can control how long we’re gone.”

“You could’ve stayed,” she pouted.

“I’ll stay when I’m not feeling good, so I got to make sure I get as much done when I can.” He exhaled heavily as she simply leaned against his chest and shoulder, forcing him to hug her. “Come on… it’s not that bad…”

“I still missed you.”

Figuring it was a good a time as any, Law dug into his pocket and hid something in his hand as they sat down together. “Here, hold still.” He took the clasp off Lami’s cloak and replaced it with a new one, which glittered in the evening sun. “Prefect.”

“What is it?” she wondered, looking at the clasp. It was an ornate brooch, with many intricate swirls and designs. “It looks familiar…”

“It was Oma’s,” he replied. She looked at him, confused, and his heart broke just a little. “I was looking for a souvenir for you after I looked at the coins and…” He brushed his fingers over the metal, the stars and large tree of the city’s old crest mocking him in its silence. “I remember this was one of her favorites—made before Amber Lead became a common addition to everything. Opa had gotten it for cheap because of it—they were just married and struggling. I remember her telling me—that’s how I recognized it. The soldiers must have cleaned out Flevance of all its non-contaminated valuables.”

“…and you know it’s hers for sure…?”

“It still has the inscription on the back from when Opa gave it to her.” He saw as she curled up and put his arm around her protectively. “I’m sure the lady running the shop didn’t know.”

“It’s still wrong.”

“It is, but it’s ours now, and it would have been ours before, so it’s with the right people again.” He tucked her head beneath his chin and sighed heavily. “One day the world will know.”

“We’ll make them pay,” she agreed, sniffling.

Except, what hope did they really have? They were just a pair of siblings, quite possibly the last known descendants of the White City, and the clock was ticking.

“Ah! There you are Law-nii!” The siblings looked and saw that Baby 5 was standing in the doorway looking very put-out. “Gladius said that you had brought something back!”

“Yeah, for my sister, not for you,” he fired back. Baby 5 went close to them and looked directly at the brooch that was now holding Lami’s cloak in place. “It was plundered from our grandparents’ house—it’s safe.”

“Oh, wow…” Baby 5 tilted her head curiously at the item, taking note of the design she knew she’d seen before, but only once or twice if that. “That’s so pretty! Lami, you’re so lucky!”

“I don’t have anything else from Oma, so yeah, I am!” She then pondered for a moment. “Except… her hair…? But hers was gray and mine isn’t…”

“Opa meant when Oma was younger her hair was your color… the brown parts, anyhow.” Law patted Lami’s head as she buried her face in his shoulder. He glared at Baby 5, a chill running down the girl’s spine, before she gathered herself up and scowled right back.

“Well…?” she asked accusingly. He raised an eyebrow at her. “Where’s my present?”

“You’re not my sister,” he replied.

“Uh, yeah I am.” She watched as Lami sat upright and wiped tears from her eyes. “Tell him, Lami.”

“Bee and I decided we’re sisters while you were gone,” Lami said. “So she’s your sister now too.”

“You can’t just be sisters because you said so,” Law frowned, wrinkling his nose. “You never even met our parents.”

“So…? Young Master calls us all his family all the time, and we never met his mom and dad, and he never met ours!” Baby 5 folded her arms and made sure that her brother and sister were concentrating on her and not on being sad. “I’m your sister now whether you like it or not!”

“Why you gotta act so stupid?!”

“I’m clever, and clever people sometimes do smart things, like find family!”

“She’s right, Law-nii! She’s our sister now!”

“I can’t take care of two of you!” the lad protested. At that, Baby 5 lunged forward and threw her arms around him in a hug, which he tried to break out of before Lami joined in, the two girls trapping him against his will.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

“RISE AND SHINE, LAW-NII!”

Groaning, Law turned over in bed and pulled his blanket up over his head. When the fabric was stolen from him in a chorus of giggles, he tried hiding under his pillow instead.

“Leave me alone!” he grumbled.

“…but Law-nii!” Lami whined. “It’s your birthday!”

“I don’t care!”

“Well, you should!” Baby 5 insisted. “We prepared a party and everything for you!”

The tween poked his nose out from the safety the pillow. “You did not.”

“We did too!” Lami said. “I told Bee-nee when your birthday is! You can’t hide in here all day!”

“I can and I will!” Law grabbed the blanket back from Baby 5 and wrapped it tightly around himself in and effort to create a cocoon to shield from his sister and… his sister…? Things were a little vague in that regard. Was Baby 5 his sister just because she and Lami decided so? He was too grumpy and emotionally-spent to even begin considering the idea… that they might have family outside of themselves… family after their parents…

“You’re mean!”

“Baby 5, go away.”

“Cora-san, can you help us?”

Before Law could react, he was being picked up and thrown out the window by a familiar set of hands. Thankful he at least had his pillow to help land on, he glared back up at the bedroom window once he was on the ground, Lami and Baby 5 giggling in the open pane while Corazón was walking away. He trudged back inside only to be assaulted by the two girls and pulled into a room where everyone from the Family was waiting for the party to begin. The decorations looked like Lami and Baby 5 made them, though they reminded him of how his classroom would get decorated when someone in school had a birthday. Tears stung his eyes and he had to swallow hard to prevent himself from breaking down in tears.

Only two more birthdays were coming his way, and shit did he hate it, but this…? This he almost liked. Not that he’d admit it, of course.

[thepersonperson]

Ok so i kinda binge read all of your blogs in your pinned post and GODDAMN the gojo ones BROKE me it's not like i already didn't have a fair clue about the entire Gojo's loneliness and cruel treatment that's inflicted on him but going onto it in such deatail...oh my god... it's 2am here and i'm literally sobbing

i'm someone who's always been a part of either twitter or IG fandom and most of the times its either people (dudebros especially) are always completely mischaracterising Gojo, making him some kind of god who they can project themselves onto or either its just thrist posts or satosugu, female fans do have an emotional knowledge and understanding to it and it's no surprise how male fans perceive him but now when I think about it it's just so sad and unfair like even in real world people DO NOT see him for who he truly is (they just see him as the 'strongest' or 'nah i'd win' iykwim) and always ignore his vulnerability and emotions aspects of his character that makes him HUMAN oh my god it's making me sick. We don't deserve Gojo Satoru.

He is such a well written character, truly one of the best and Gege knew what he was doing when he made him such a prince charming, undeniably beautiful man to ecer exist and I think that just makes people completely ignore the core of his character.

I'm sorry if it ended up being a yapping session (you don't have to reply at all!! we cool)

I just couldn't help myself, your blogs seriously changed my life. If I loved Gojo before now I love him even more and most importantly I accept him for who he is, all these powerscalling seriously takes away so much of his character but sadly there's nothing we can do about it.

And let's not even start on the whole homosexuality romance stuff, there was no hope to begin with given the rise of dudebros in recent times.

brb gonna go cry more...

I love it when people yap at me don't worry about it.

Ok Anon. The timing of this ask is crazy because in the post you mention there was an interesting convo going on in the replies. I want to include them in my response to you.

Replies on the post mentioned by the anon from @userdemerda and @creatorizuru below the cut.

Thank you for the compliments.

Tag me in whatever fic you create userdemerda. (I actually went from an anime-only to a manga reader because I wanted to better understand Gojo to write a Gojo/Jogo fic. Part of the reason I started my yapfests was to write a Sukuna/Gojo fic. So I totally understand the obsession.)

This all is the power of Umineko. It's difficult piece of media to get through, but it very much encourages accepting people as their whole self rather than just the bits you enjoy. I really wanted to see all the love Gege put into the characters to better understand them.

On STSG...

Though the dudebros are less homophobic than they usually are with JJK, there are still some that can't fully embrace the queerness a part of Gojo's character. It's really important to knowing how he works. So even if you don't like the ship, you still should acknowledge that Geto is someone Gojo deeply loved.

As much as I like those two together, I would have loved to see Gojo move on in a way where he can carry the loss of Geto more like a charm than a curse. Everyone loves a good tragic first love, but second loves that acknowledge loss are quite rare.

On Gojo's end...

Gojo is one of the most traumatized characters in the series. And since JJK has otherwise done a good job showcasing how people cope with trauma, I can't accept the ending's pacing and tone as someone who has recently started recovering from my own. It's a slog, non-linear, and it takes a lot of time.

When I want Gojo to come back it's because I'm so sick and tired of extremely traumatized characters getting killed off because creators don't know how to handle or even want to depict their recovery process. It really mirrors how people irl will just give up and leave you to rot.

Yuji and Megumi were having a pretty good long-term display of the recovery process right up until the end. One of the things about trauma is you can't ever go back to the way things were. You can try, but it's always just kind of there. It doesn't have to be a bad thing. Just a thing you accept. Sadly, JJK dropped the ball on that.

Especially with Sukuna. Acknowledging your trauma is the first step. You can't cast it aside and move onto the next life like that. I cannot vibe with one of the other most traumatized characters needing to die to get his recovery process started. He was in denial way more than Gojo. You can't just flip on a dime like that. I wish I could just flip on a dime like that.

And the last point from userdmerda:

"speaking as a person who lives with post-traumatic stress and has big problems healing from the past all i want is to move on and be mentally healthy and i wish so much that satoru could have had that"

That's why Gojo's death and the world moving on like he never existed feels really bad. I think it's because that's often how traumatized people like him get treated irl. You can see the negative response even in the Japanese fans. It's like your worst fears of no one ever really caring about you because your trauma makes you too difficult to be around being realized.

And I decided to discuss that more in depth in this sort of follow-up post. Hopefully you all get a kick out of it.

[beeloovedd]

Scary? Your divine

Just a quick little fic I thought of

No warnings that I can think of

Omega laughs as terzo jokes

"Yea! So Nihil was like "you better not be going out again" and you know what I did?" Terzo asks with a cheeky smirk

Omega rolls his eyes with a smile

"oh? What did you do?" He asks, already knowing the answer

"I went out again! But this time in the sheer top, leather pants and the heeled boots just to piss him off more!" Terzo says with a laugh

"Your such a trouble maker!" Omega says between laughs

Well Omegas known Terzo since he was just a cardinal since he played for the other Papas

They've always got a long well

maybe a bit too well

They flirted, cuddled, hangout outside of band practice or recording and we're definitely more then friends

But one thing was, Terzo's never seen Omega's face

Omega always Wore the mask

He's taken off the mask around the other ghouls and in the ghouls den but immediately has to put it on around the clergy since it's a stupid clergy rule

Terzo loved Omega and of course was gonna wait untill Omega wanted to show his face to him but the thought and wonder was always in the back of his mind

They've slept in Terzo's bed but Terzo still hasn't seen his face there either since Omega fell asleep after Terzo and wakes up before him

Terzo decided that today was the day he was gonna see Omega's face if Omega was willing to show

Terzo takes a small deep breath and looks over at Omega who is sitting at Terzo's desk tuning his guitar

"Hey Megs?" Terzo begins, a smirk resting on his face

Omega looks up "hm?" Seeing Terzo's smirk already tells him that this probably won't end up well

"Would you ever show me what's underneath the mask?" Terzo asks, running a hand through his hair

"is it allowed? I'm pretty sure we're not supposed to be unmasked outside of the den" Omega asks, not scared of showing his face but scared of getting in trouble with the clergy

Terzo shrugs

"I'm Papa now, the Clergy's opinion and stupid rules don't scare me" Terzo says while checking his nails

"did they ever really scare you? You were just telling me how much of a trouble maker you are!" Omega laughs

"Nah, they never did, but still! I'm Papa now and they can't do anything about it!" Terzo Laughs

"but, would you be comfortable with showing your face?" Terzo asks, looking at Omega

Omega looks away and thinks

"You don't have to, it was just a thought-" Terzo begins then gets cut off by Omega

Omega sighs and puts the guitar to the side

"Yes I would, but please, I can promise you I'm not the most beautiful ghoul out there" he says with a small quiet chuckle

Terzo sits up and chuckles

"Nonsense, no matter what you look like I can promise that your the most beautiful ghoul out there" terzo says with a smirk

Omega stands up and takes a deep breath before pulling off his balaclava

Terzo's eyes widen as Omega's short yet somehow sparkly dirty blonde hair drops out

Omega holds his mask

"you wanna do the honors?" He asks yerzo

Terzo quickly nods and gets up

"yes please" he says as he puts his hands on Omega's

"you ready?" Terzo asks, wanting Omega to be comfortable and 100 % sure he's ready

"I'm ready" Omega says as he lets his arms let go of the mask, now it only being held up by Terzo

"3, 2, 1" Terzo counts before taking off Omega's mask

His eyes widen as he sees omegas face, Sharp face shape, Dirty blond hair, blue eyes, star freckles, almost cat/animal like features and bigger fangs along with a scar on his cheek

Omega blushes a deep lavender and looks away

"I'm sorry if it's.....scary" he says quietly

"Scary? You're absolutely Divine" Terzo says with a blush creeping onto his face

Omega blushes and looks at him with wide eyes

Terzo moves a strand of hair from Omega's face, admiring his beautiful features

Omega's nails dig slightly into his palms from the anxiety

Terzo leans forward with a smirk

"May I?" Terzo asks for a kiss

Omega smiles, a fang poking out slightly

"You May"

🫶

[naviaknell777]

Hello again! (Gosh am requesting a lot)

Can i please request rottmnt of leo x little sister!mutant turtle! reader?

Request type: fic, comedy, platonic, happy ending.

Plot: the story is about reader who's about 10 years old, of course she's rarely allowed to get out of lair due to her age and her begin weak but god she have such sonic energy, she can't stop running, jumping..etc.

So it's obvious on patrols the brothers have to leave someone behind to babysit her & it's leo's turn, leo was understatementing babysit job as he put reader in living room to watch mlp and went to his room to read a comic book, time pass & he went to check on reader only for her to vanish, leo panic as he go get the baby tracker Donnie made for reader & he found out she's outside the lair.

So leo's job is to find reader, get her back home before his brothers find out or he won't hear the end of it from raph especially.

“Babysitting”

ROTTMNT - Leo x little sister! Reader

Notes: not proof read, and might have made it unintentionally a bit angstier than I hoped hehe. Enjoy!

“Okay, Leo, it’s your turn to babysit,” Donnie said as he played around with the tech screen projected from his armband, using it to investigate further about the wild mutant activity going on upstate.

“Oh, sure, I’ll babysit” Leo started, inching a bit closer to Donnie “But if you three get pizza afterward without me - I mean us… We won’t be happy turtles.”

“Yeah! I’ll beat you all up!” Y/N exclaimed, jumping to the conversation and now standing next to Leo.

“Uh-huh, sure, okay” Donnie mumbles, still focusing on his tech. Y/N reached up and tugged on the long ends of Leo’s mask, pulling on it to get his attention. When he looked down at her, she smiled, latching onto him and climbing up his form, pulling herself on him and climbing up to sit on the top of his blue shell.

Leo sighed, “I feel like you’ve been getting more and more rambunctious lately, [nickname]”

“Nah, I’m just growing taller” She replied.

“My calculations say at this rate she’ll be as tall as Raph when she gets around our age… but regardless, we should get going,” Donnie said, his tech screen dissipating and looking to Raph and Mikey so they can start heading out.

“Haha, I’ll be taller than you when I’m your age, Leo, you’re such a loser!” Y/N teased, letting go of Leo and falling backward onto the floor.

“Also, don’t forget to set an alarm for 8, Leo, she’s gonna need to eat by then and -“ Raph started.

“She can’t remember for herself?” Leo asked.

“Nope!” Y/N answered “Too lazy, and I don’t have a phone yet”

“Oh, and Y/N!” Mikey rushed over to Y/N, grabbing her face “do not watch the ending of season three without me, I have a sense It’ll be really good, okay? Or else I will not be a happy turtle.” Y/N simply nodded, feeling a shiver down her spine.

“Okay, see ya!” Mikey headed towards the sewer exit first, followed by Raph.

Donnie turned to Leo, “Remember to not let her on the surface, okay? The last thing she needs is to get hurt” He headed out as well.

“Pfft, Donnie can be such a stick sometimes, I know you won’t go above to the surface, especially without me, right, [nickname]?” Leo turned to Y/N.

“Well… Why can’t I go out again?” Y/N mumbled, focusing on playing with her fingers as she now said cross on the floor.

Leo sat next to her, placing a hand on her shoulder, “You’re too young to go by yourself, Y/N… you haven’t had as much training as us, if something bad happens, you won’t be able to hold your own… you know? It’d just be better if you don’t go into the city with us in the first place.”

Y/N continued to look down and just nodded, “Yeah, I get it, that makes sense.”

“Great!” Leo stood up, “Now if you excuse me, I got some reading to catch up on, [nickname]”

“Huh? You’re not gonna hang out with me?” Y/N, looked up at Leo as if the tender moment between them hadn’t happened. ‘Does he really not care…or does he not know what he just said to me?’

“Well, now that the bros aren’t here it gives me some quiet time to read the Jupiter Jim special edition issue where he fights laser unicorns on Pluto! But don't worry, I’ll be sure to hang out with you later tonight, okay? I gotta come out here to make you food anyway” He said, walking towards his room with his hands behind his head.

Y/N nodded, getting up and wiping away some loose tears she tried to hold back, “Okay, that makes sense.. I’ll just watch some My Little Pony then”

“Sounds good, [nickname]!” Leo said dismissively as he locked himself away in his room. Y/N stood up, attempting to swallow away the knot in her throat that was getting tighter. She walks over to the recliner that Splinter was sleeping on, puts the My Little Pony DVDs in, and projects it on the white screen. She sat next to her father’s chair, hugging herself as she sighed, and pressed play.

. . .

Leo grumbled when he heard his alarm for making food for Y/N go off, pulling away the Jupiter Jim comic that was on top of his phone and stopping the alarm. “Okay, time to feed the rascal…” he mumbled, taking off his blanket and leaving his room to the kitchen.

He prepared some frozen pasta in the run-down microwave, food stains, and splatters covering the appliance inside and out. “I’m making some leftover pasta for you, [nickname], Don’t complain about it, 'cause I think it’s the last edible thing in the kitchen” He yelled towards the living room, still facing the microwave as it headed up the frozen dish. He then opened the utensil drawer, “Now, do you want the big fork or the small fork? I know you love your small forks, but they’re all in the sink and I don’t feel like doing the dishes, and it's faster to eat it with a regular-sized fork, right?" He turned around and made his way to the living room,

“Heard what I said? [nickname]?” He didn’t see her anywhere. He looked around for her in the living room where My Little Pony was still playing.

“Tell me that my friends are lying to me and avoiding me because they don’t like my parties and they don’t want to be my friends anymore!” A pink character said on screen that took his attention for a second, growing a bit more tense as he continued his search for Y/N. He checked her room, and all of her brother's rooms, and reluctantly, he checked the sewer opening, seeing it left ajar a bit.

Leo smacked himself in the face, “Why’d she have to go up there of all places! Ugh if Raph finds out…” He races towards his room, getting the emergency tracker that Donnie had made previously in case of emergencies. He checked the tracker, “Where… where is that…?” He looked at the tracker, turning it upside-down and reading the text of Y/N’s location “New Jersey?! How’d she manage to get all the way to New Jersey already?”

. . .

In reality, following the train system, it was only a thirty-minute ride to a university in New Jersey, but Y/N was on the move. She jumped from building to building, albeit a bit clumsily.

“Ah, that wind feels so nice! Ah, and the stars are so pretty!” Y/N said to herself, continuing to run and smile in the process, feeling freer than ever before - the feeling on the concrete on her feet, the wind in her face, the refreshing cool spring air in her face. She stopped on the last building of the block, looking up at the stray stars that peeked through the city smog.

She took a seat at the edge of the building, tightening her loose mask and looking up to the stars. “If only Leo could enjoy this with me…”

“Why didn’t you just say that? That way I didn’t have to go on this wild goose chase to find you, Y/N!” Leo yelled from across the building, trying to catch his breath. Y/N turned around, tensing a bit seeing Leo sweaty and tired from trying to find her, seeing him hold the black device with a purple screen that was glowing light.

“What? You tracked me or something, Leo?” She said.

“You left without telling me”

“You were sleeping!”

“That doesn’t matter, Y/N!”

“You would’ve gotten mad at me for wanting to go outside the lair…”

“I wouldn’t have, I promise. But you know the rules-“

“I don’t like the rules”

“They’re there for your safety, Y/N! You’re not strong enough yet, we-“

“But I made it here all by myself and I’m fine! You guys just…” Y/N sighed and took a seat, legs dangling over the edge of the building again. Leo walked over to her, sitting down next to her. “I feel like you guys make me seem weaker than I am… I can do things too, like cook for myself, go out, at least with you guys…”

“We don’t let you cook because with your speed you spill everything, make a mess, and put a fork in the microwave”

“You guys didn’t tell me it would explode! And you leave all your dishes out for bugs to lick at, you’re messy too!”

“…okay well to be fair I didn’t make that rule, Raph did.”

“And I don’t like that Raph won’t let me do easy things, like using the vacuum and stuff!”

“I think he’s worried you’ll explode that too… we could barely afford a new microwave, [nickname]”

“Yeah… but, like, you guys don’t trust me with things. Or myself. It makes me, um…” Y/N started growing a bit more nervous, the knot in her throat coming back, preventing her from speaking.

“Sad? Is that what you mean?” Leo asked. Y/N nodded. Leo wrapped his arms around her, enveloping her in a tight hug, and she soon returned it, her eyes watering a bit.

“I’m… sorry, Y/N. I suppose we’ve just seen you as our baby sister for too long.. You’re growing up… and literally, too, I sure hope you don’t end up being as tall as Raph, that’s a bit scary to imagine. Regardless, I’m sorry… Why don’t we go home and talk about this with our brothers, okay? I suppose the rest of them, including Raph, need to realize that you’re out a baby anymore. Does that sound okay?”

His sister nodded, and slowly let go of the hug. Leo gave her a soft smile, wiping away the stray tears on her cheeks.

“Let’s go home, yeah? Before our brothers find out you snuck out, especially Raph… He’ll go bananas. It’s a long way home… I’m actually proud that you managed to get here by yourself without getting hurt, and I saw you running, I’m impressed how fast you are! How did you find your way all the way to New Jersey anyway?” He asked, standing up and taking Y/N’s hand in his.

She signed to him as they journeyed home, “I just followed where my heart took me.”

——

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[twoturtlesinabathtub]

so I think you mentioned you were working on a new fic in your series. what all has been happening with that? any new details? I’m eagerly awaiting the next chapter :)

Yes! Fic 4 of 5 is coming along nicely—it's just been going a bit slowly, since I'm dealing with some health issues and have been prioritizing those. I'm glad you're excited haha, so here's a sneak peak at the beginning of the fic.

"You crazy bastard, you did it. You actually did it," said Chris, clapping Leon on the back so hard that he stumbled forward a step. "Welcome to S.T.A.R.S., man."

Leon chuckled, clutching tightly the new uniform that had been pressed into his arms about ten minutes before. It wasn't his favorite color—the olive drab of the pants and vest could only do so much for one's complexion—but he could do worse. He fleetingly wondered why the hell the shirt was so white. That didn't seem very practical.

"Thanks," he replied. "Hopefully it won't take long to adjust."

"Nah. You'll crush it, trust me."

Captain Marini seemed to have sensed Leon hadn't wanted to be the center of attention that day, and kept introductions brief—an unnecessary effort, really, since almost every S.T.A.R.S. member on both teams had seen Leon around the office several times over the past year or so.

The worst part had been what Enrico had said to Wesker a few minutes ago.

"I'm surprised you didn't try to snatch him up, first," Marini had remarked. Leon had been by Chris as his friend explained they'd be sharing a desk for the time being, and Leon had been able to overhear the two captains conversing, Wesker leaning against the doorframe of his office with arms casually folded. "Pretty sure we can whip him into shape fast," Enrico had continued. "I almost feel bad for yanking him out from under you." Miraculously, Leon had managed not to choke.

"A missed opportunity on my part, perhaps," Wesker had mused, and Leon had practically been able to hear the suppressed smirk in those nasal tones.

"Who knows? Maybe I can lend him to you, sometime. You know I don't mind sharing."

Chris had squinted at Leon. "That was one weird noise you just made. You had the chicken salad for lunch, didn't you? I told you it looked off," he tutted, shaking his head.

"I appreciate the offer, Enrico," Wesker had said, somehow sounding completely unaffected. "I'm sure Leon could prove flexible enough to perform well in a number of positions. You have good taste."

Leon's attention returned to the present, and he caught the tail-end of Chris saying Leon could look through any of the desk drawers he wanted, but the point man wouldn't be liable for any therapy bills that might ensue.

"What the hell, I'll even let you put up a poster," said Chris, slapping the wall next to his desk. "Except for Mötley Crüe. No goddamn Mötley Crüe. Got it?"

Leon snorted. "Got it."

"Good. And you'll want to talk to Richard soon—he loves to help the new ones out. Right, Rebecca?" Leon and Chris glanced over at the medic, who was seated near the switchboards at the end of the room; she glanced over her shoulder, gave the men a quick thumbs-up and a bright grin, then went back to studying the consoles like she could make them catch fire with her mind.

Leon couldn't help quirking a brow at his friend, even as a fought back a smile. "You're pretty excited—maybe just as excited as I am. Are you assuming me being around the office more means I can pick up even more of your slack?"

"You said it, not me," Chris replied, holding up his hands. "Besides, odds are we won't even be working the same hours very often. Bravo members usually take nights, so you're probably gonna mostly be working the graves shift—which brings me to my next point."

"Your what now?"

Chris's smile was wide and warm. "We should do something fun before your schedule's completely fucked. Jill," he said, turning to catch his fellow teammate's attention.

Valentine was cleaning her gun nonchalantly, boots up on her desk as she leaned back in her swivel chair. "Yeah?"

"You catch all that?"

"Obviously—you're four feet away from me." Jill smiled at Leon. "Good job, Kennedy." Leon returned the expression, albeit a bit self-consciously; he had to actively remind himself not to act like an imbecile in front of one of the people he practically hero-worshipped. "Knew you had it in you."

"Oh, uh, thanks. Yeah." Idiot.

"When does your new schedule start?" Chris asked, craning his neck to look back at Leon.

"Friday night."

"Perfect��plenty of time for you to sleep off a potential hangover." Chris turned towards Jill once more. "So, Harry's? Thursday? We can roll out the welcome wagon."

Jill smirked, slotting the magazine back into her gun without looking. "Like we need an excuse to get drunk. I'll ask around."

[marksbear]

Steve Rogers x a college aged guy on Christmas break. The reader is so excited to celebrate his first Christmas with Steve, full of kisses, a lot of gifts for Steve, and passionate Christmas Eve sex, along with going out to look at lights and celebrating Christmas with the avengers on Christmas Day

I rlly love Steve 🤭

Aww a Christmas request! Hope you enjoy the fic and have a good Christmas! And happy new years!--- Bear

I made the reader be in universty to add something into the plot y'know.

STEVE ROGERS X MALE READER

Y/n university finally released them for Christmas break. Usually he'll stay at his friends or family house during the break then celebrate Christmas with them.

Like last year Y/n and his friends threw the biggest neighborhood party ever. All of him and friends were drunk when they threw the party. It was one of the best days in Y/n life.

But now he has a boyfriend. "I'm becoming a real man." What Y/n said when his friend asked him to come to their house. Y/n was only joking and said

"Nah have to pass this year. Got me a man to take care of y'now? I'm turning into an adult now. Just gotta get kids now and a better job." Before Y/n leaves the University to officially start his break he hugs all his friends and stops by his favorite teachers classrooms before leaving.

His first stop was to the mall. He bought cheap and expensive gifts for his family and friends, but for Steve. He wasted all his savings for every single gift imaginable. He bought the best things money can buy.

After he was done shopping he went to his sister's house to drop off the gifts for her and her family. "Y/n! Hey thanks for the gifts. The kids will love this and my wife. But I gotta ask when you're gonna find someone you love?" His sister asks taking the gifts to her bathroom hiding them with Y/n helping her.

"I found a guy...Hes very sweet and kind hes so perfect you know. The type of guy I don't want to disappoint. Hes like my other half. And you are gonna flip when you see him." His sister sees that look in her brother's eye. The same look when she saw her wife for the first time ever. She lets out a smile trusting that Y/n is finally gonna be taken care of.

"The kids upstairs? Imma gonna bless them with an early Christmas. And that is seeing the best uncle in the world!~" Y/n runs upstairs to see the little devils.

TIMESKIP

After Y/n is done delivering all the gifts to his friends and family he drives to Stark tower. Y/n haven't met the avengers yet and is utterly terrified. But Steve gave him a heads up that no one besides himself and Jarvis/ Vision is at the tower.

Steve is outside waiting for Y/n and smiles bashfully when he sees Y/n car. "Hey handsome~" Y/n says kissing Steve passionately. "I was beginning to think that you weren't gonna show." Steve says pushing the eager Y/n thats trying to makeout with him in the freezing cold.

"C'mon lets take these inside." Steve says gesturing to the scary amount of gifts Y/n has for him that's all wrapped up. "It's our first Christmas together! I had to go big or go home! And plus I made my nieces and nephews wrap them for free."

ANOTHER TIMESKIP

As soon the two got all the gifts inside and under the huge tree Stark bought they went to Steve's room. Y/n goes to the TV and puts on a cheesy romance Christmas movie he founded the other day. While Steve brings snacks and drinks for their little movie date.

The two spend their whole Christmas Eve afternoon together picking what movies to watch, pausing the movie to makeout and hug each other, eating snacks and cuddling. Everything was just so fun and romantic Steve's room had a dim glow in it because the fireplace and the fire just added into the Christmas spirit.

It was during one of their makeout breaks where things turned lewd. They were just kissing with tongues exploring each other's mouth as Y/n slowly crawled into Steve's lap.

Steve takes Y/n waist massaging them as Y/n hands run his hands through Steve's hair. If it was just a regular makeout they would have pulled away from each other long ago. Y/n moves his hips grinding his and Steve's crotch together.Y/n blushes madly when he feels Steve hard cock pressed up against his ass.

Y/n pulls away from the makeout taking his shirt off as Steve watches his every move. Y/n leans back on the bed giving Steve access to his whole body. Steve crawls above Y/n kissing and biting his neck and uses his free hands to touch and pinch Y/n chest playing with his nipples.

Y/n fumbles around with his pants trying to take them off. As he takes his pants down he pulls his underwear off with them. All of Y/n clothes are scattered around the floor. "Y-your clothes..Take them ngh~ f-fuck Steve." Y/n couldn't finish his beg because his moan took over his words. Steve sits on the bed beside Y/n jerking his cock off slowly pleasuring the younger man.

Y/n tries to tug on the hero's clothes hoping he'll get the hint. "Words Y/n let me hear you beg." Steve tells him jerking his cock at a fast pace trying to make him cum early. "St---eve!~ please take your clothes off! plea-se I-I beg you. I'll be a good boy please!~""Good boy~" Steve takes off all his clothes throwing them somewhere on the floor before going back to jerk off Y/n. Y/n rolls his hips into Steve's hand as he jerks him off and avoids eye contact.

"Steve w--what are you~doing!?! Y/n shouts when Steve speeds up his hand and his grip on Y/n poor aching cock tighter. Y/n covers his mouth with his hand screaming and moaning into it as he cums all over Steve's hand. "Wha---what was thA for~ Steve please I-I just came~"" Steve looks at Y/n hole and asks. "Did you prep yourself on the way here?"

Y/n face becomes flustered and embarrassed and shakes his head yes. "I wanted it to be easier for you." Steve smiles at his generosity and uses the cum from Y/n lubing up his own cock. Steve slowly enters his cock into Y/n hole. Once he was inside of Y/n halfway he fucks him slowly and deeply hitting all of the right places.

His thrust was hard but still at the same time gentle. He held Y/n as he fucks him deeply with his hard cock. Slow skin slapping against each other can be heard from outside the door as well Y/n moans and whimpers too. Y/n feels the same tight knot in his stomach from before and his back begins to arch and his legs tremble.

Maybe it's the Christmas spirit but him and Steve seem more emotional this time round of love making. The two have done it countless of times but this seems so different. Y/n cock begins to twitch again and he lets out a long whine. Steve's cock brushes against his prostate making Y/n almost cum right there and then but instead he lets out the loudest moan yet and claws his back.

Steve sees the reaction and begins to aim his thrust into Y/n abusing his hole and prostate. It doesn't take a while for Y/n to feel his orgasm nearing. Y/n lets out pants as if he was a dog and his eyes roll back as he cums hard all over himself and his boyfriend. Steve isn't far behind letting out a moan and some groans as well.

As the two ride out their orgasms they're both in a comfortable silence. As Steve pulls out he flops on Y/n side laying down tiredly staring at Y/n handsome features.

COOL TIMESKIP

Hawkeye opens Captain America's door and lets out a wolf whistle. "Wow. Someone was being naughty last time." Clint says eyeing all of the clothes on the floor and the two figures in the bed. "Hot boyfriend by the way Cap. He's really pretty in the face." Clint teases earning a pillow in the face by Steve.

Clint shuts the door and leaves the room going back down stairs to open gifts.

Steve stands up from the bed and gives Y/n some of his own clean clothes as he finds some too. Steve puts the clothes on and picks up the clothes that were on the floor and puts them in a basket. "Merry Christmas Steve." Y/n says walking up to him. "Merry Christmas Y/n." Steve says back wrapping his arms around Y/n kissing him.

All the Avengers are down stairs opening and giving people gifts. They welcome Y/n with open arms and some even prepared gifts for you. Bucky got you a gift from the way Steve talked about you and everything. The Avengers hosted a huge Christmas party and played games and had drinks and food.

Y/n took Steve to go see the lights in his neighborhood and even showed Steve his family especially is sister who went all cop on and did an investigation on him.

"Hey did Santa give you one of the gifts I asked him to give you. My love for you..."

"Shut up Y/n."

THE END

[14carrotghoul]

FRIEND!! I just read and you can tell everybody and you have turned my brain into soup??? I already left a VERY unchill comment on ao3 but I have to also tell you here that this fic is epic and took my breath away. The amount of effort and thought you've put into it, the song/album names, the LYRICS, the break down of those lyrics, the fan interactions— it's all pure GOLD!! Also that your brain came up with this from that prompt??? I wish I could kiss your big beautiful brain

I loved how you got into the shoes of a celebrity manoeuvring social media and realistically depicted how much they would choose to share publicly and what it might still cost them.

And the bi-representation?? The in-betweenness and the decisions... I cried. It was beautiful.

Also, some of the tweets were HILARIOUS. You nailed Alex's voice and taking inspiration from Omar Apollo?? YES!!

I will take a long time to recover from this fic, thank you for sharing it 😭❤️

AHHHHHH THANK YOUUUU MY BRAIN IS SOUP TOO!!

My brain first cooked up a pirate au that ALSO got away from the prompt and then I was like nah this prompt is very lyrical and then the lightbulb went off

I had soooo much fun writing Alex being a little shit and then also SNEAKILY being a little shit w things like the post in my summary! Like I wanted fans to be like BRO HOW DID WE MISS THAT

I LOVED giving Alex such intentional words about being biracial that also (with time) applied to his sexuality. Like the opening says, he's doing this all with intention!

Writing the lyrics for miel was the moment I realized this was not gonna be a little 2k one shot lol I used to sing and play guitar in church choir and the hymns referenced were some of my favorite hymns to play. (My absolute fave is one of the pan de vida's but I can't remember which one, the chords were so prettyyyy) I still have all that dormant vocabulary and was like yeah let's do sacrilege 🙂‍↕️🙏

Omar is like a messier ACD to me lmao like he just feels like Alex but w more stoner vibes, sluttier, and way fucking taller hehehehe love him to pieces. He released a corrido cover of please please please as i was beginning to doubt the crj cover and I was like VINDICATIONNNN so it stayed in

But anyway thank you so much!!!!!! I'm really glad you loved it!!!!

[storiesfromhalcyontale]

Epilogue 2: A sense of Normality

I woke up in my bed, the past couple of months have been somewhat normal I guess. Asriel went into therapy after what happened with Crooler, I guess the image of him stabbing Lagravis still hurts him. Me on the other hand, well I’ve been gradually reintegrating myself back into my normal life. Today was actually my first day back at school, which made me feel all kinds of emotions. I wondered if anybody asked where I was. I looked at my phone deciding to message Asriel.

6:50am Sho: What time will you be in? Asriel: I’ll be in by Period 2 at least. Sho: Alrighty :D. Asriel: I guess I’ll be seeing you Period 2 then Sho. Sho: I’ll make sure to tell Akemi this. Asriel: Thanks Sho. Sho: You're welcome Asriel :].

I stretched and jumped out of bed, putting on my usual clothes, my headphones and a beanie. I grabbed the satchel Laval had given me and grabbed the equipment I needed for the day. I looked at the lion emblem on it and smiled as the gold shined in the radiant sun. I wondered what Laval and Cragger were getting up to in Chima, it made me somewhat happy to know that they had each other. I rushed downstairs and toasted some bread while I hummed. I looked around and saw Grillby making coffee.

"Morning Sho." Grillby said with a smile.

"Morning Grillby." I replied, waiting for my toast to be well…toasted "I'm guessing you're at work today?"

"Yeah.." Grillby sighed, drinking his coffee in delight, "It's going to be a long day."

"Is it?" I grinned, "Well when my school begins job placements maybe I can come work for ya."

"Thanks Sho.." Grillby replied with contempt, "But you're still 16, you can't really bartend and cater drinks can you?"

"Well not really but I can learn." I sighed, looking down at the floor with guilt. "I'm sorry for not telling you about Laval and Cragger." Grillby sighed, putting his hand on my shoulder.

"Sho like we've talked about, me and sans understand why you didn't tell us."

"But I still feel bad, man…" I replied, "If I just told you maybe me and Asriel wouldn't have ended up in Chima… I dunno if I can ever forgive myself for what happened there..” Grillby looked at me then hugged me.

"Sho none of that was your fault. You were trying your best." I hugged Grillby back, soon pulling away once my toast popped out of the toaster. I put it on a plate and swabbed chocolate across the bread, sitting on the counter to eat it. There was a long silence, one that I didn't like.

"grillby's right kid." I looked at the archway and saw sans standing there. He had a caring look in his eyes, "Even if you made some mistakes, you took every opportunity to try to help them. even when you were in chima, you took every chance to get yourself and asriel home." Sans jumped up onto the counter and put a hand on my shoulder "that kid is much more noble. honestly, i'm proud of you." I smiled.

"Thanks sans. I really needed to hear that." I finished my toast and jumped off the counter, washing up my dish. I grabbed my satchel and headed for the door, "Well cya in a bit." I shut the door behind me and took a breath in, I put my headphones on and put on Could have been me by the struts. Today was gonna be a great day, I thought to myself as I hummed the melody of the song. No matter what happens.

<- Epilogue 1

This epilogue is the shortest thing I've written I think. But I don't really wanna talk about the chapter, I mean it's just feel good and that's it. Nah, I wanna talk about the fic as a whole. This fic actually means alot to me, I mean it's not everyday someone meets their best friend through something they've written do they? This person literally inspires me and it's amazing how me randomly coming up with an idea in an English Lesson and randomly checking my emails to see that they liked it meant alot at the time actually. Still does today to be honest.

Now that SFAR is fully posted I can actually get to writing new content for this account. Which will be exciting!!!!

[sansaorgana]

Hii hi! Love your stories about Austin’s characters so mucchh!! Can I request a fic with Benny Cross x Wife! Reader together,, something like angst stuffs because the reader is pregnant with his baby. Lots and lots of feels and angsty stuffs please thank youu 😊 ☺️

hi, babe! 😘 thank you for your kind words 😌 it's angsty and all that in the beginning but I decided to give this story a happy ending, I hope it's okay 🥰

[ PART TWO ]

requests for benny are open 🥺🎀

When you came back home from the doctor’s appointment, Benny was not there yet. You hoped he would because he had left early in the morning and you were nervous and stressed with the news you were bringing. You took a shower and changed into more comfortable clothes before going to the kitchen and preparing some dinner. You didn’t even know if you should cook something for Benny or not. Just in case, you left him a plate with chicken, rice and vegetables in the oven as you went on the couch to eat while watching TV.

You weren’t paying much attention to the stupid show. You couldn’t focus. When you finished eating, the sun was setting already. You sighed and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes after yourself.

Drying your hands in a kitchen towel, you heard a familiar noise outside. It was Benny’s motorbike. You sighed and went to the hall to greet him after a whole day of being out. God only knew where.

“Hi,” you put your hands on your hips and he froze at the sight of your annoyed face. He sighed and closed the door behind him.

“Hi,” he greeted you and walked past you to sit on the couch.

“Where were you?” You bit on your lower lip and followed him. Benny looked up at you with furrowed brows.

“What does it matter? Same as always,” he shrugged his arms. “Come on, you angry or what? Come ‘ere,” he opened his arms.

“Are you hungry? I prepared dinner for you…” You pointed at the kitchen with your thumb.

“Nah, I’ve eaten already,” he answered casually and you chewed on the inside of your cheek.

It had always been like this. You should have known better by now that there was no point of cooking him dinners when he was out for a whole day. But still, it was something that was grounding you – something that was actually making you feel like his wife. 

With a sigh, you gave in and curled up next to him on the couch. He put his arm around you and pulled you closer as you clung to him and put your head on his chest, playing nervously with the hem of his vest.

“Benny, baby,” you started but he didn’t hear you, chuckling at some stupid shit on TV. “Benny,” you repeated and he looked down lazily.

“Hm?” He asked you.

“I gotta tell you something,” you bit on your lower lip and looked down but Benny lifted your chin gently to make you look at him. His brows were furrowed and he looked worried.

“What is it, kitty?” He asked and you swallowed a lump in your throat as you took a deep breath in.

“I had an appointment earlier today… At the doctor’s office,” you explained nervously, drawing circles upon his chest with your fingertip. “He had those blood results for me…”

“Yeah, and?” Benny asked and you could feel his heartbeat quicken its pace. You leaned in to place a kiss there, breathing in his manly scent.

You had no idea how to phrase it, how to say it. It felt nearly impossible to gain courage to say it out loud.

You were scared because the subject of children had never been discussed between you two. And you had no idea if he even liked them. You, however – you were happy. Yeah, sure, it wouldn’t be easy. And lots of things would have to change but you’d welcome those changes with no regret. You already loved the small, tiny little baby in your womb. Your child with Benny – the man you loved more than anything else in the world.

“You’re gonna be a daddy, Benny,” you whispered and hid your face in his chest, anxious about his reaction.

But there was no reaction. He seemed to freeze – his hand was not even caressing your back anymore. The only sound in the room was the noise from the TV and an old clock on the wall. He didn’t move a single muscle and after a while, you moved away slightly to look at his face.

“Benny?” You asked him. He kept staring at you and blinking very, very slowly. His pupils were widened and the corners of his lips trembled slightly. “Benny, baby?” You repeated. “Talk to me.”

“What do you want me to say?” He only asked and shrugged his arms after clearing his throat.

“I don’t know. Anything,” you moved out of his arms. You suddenly didn’t want to be close to him anymore.

“You wanna keep it?” He asked. You had actually expected a question of this sort but you had been hoping he would ask it in a more delicate manner.

“As a matter of fact, yes,” you crossed your arms and looked him up and down, angrily. “You don’t want me to?”

“Well, I mean, it’s gonna be difficult…” Benny sighed and looked up to avoid your gaze.

“Well, there must be some changes, obviously. I want you to stop riding with them guys…”

“Don’t ask for that,” he turned his head to give you an intense look.

“...and to find a proper job,” you finished, ignoring his interruption.

Benny looked at you as if you were crazy and then he snorted at you with contemptuous laughter.

“You really think in that pretty head of yours that it’s what it’s gonna look like, hm? That I’m gonna leave the road, sell my bike and go to work my ass off from 9 to 5?” He gritted his teeth.

“Why did you marry me, Benny?” You stood up rapidly, making yourself feel dizzy. But you didn’t want to even sit on the same couch as him at that moment. “I’m being serious. Why did you marry me? Because you wanted to live here at my house? You wanted me to clean you up after fights? Pick you up from the police station? Bail you out? Give you my money that I earn?” You were spitting out questions like they were bullets. “Because it’s hard to believe that you’re here because you love me.”

“What the fuck is your problem?!” Benny stood up, too, but he didn’t approach you. Instead, he went to the other side of the room and looked around angrily. You spotted his fists clenching and unclenching as the anger rose. But he would never lash it out on you, so he was looking for a different victim instead. “When did I ever fucking mention I wanted a life like this?!” He kicked the coffee table with his boot.

You didn’t like him like this. You didn’t feel safe when he was like this. And now you had a child to protect as well.

“I want you to leave,” you stated calmly. Benny froze and looked at you with widened eyes. “I mean it. I want you to go away,” you repeated yourself.

“Fine,” Benny clenched his jaw and walked past you as if you were nothing.

You kept standing there and staring at the wall. The sound of him slamming the front door behind him startled you. And then you heard the engine running and he drove away. Only then you allowed yourself to cry.

Benny didn’t know where to go. First, he hit the road and was driving around alone for nearly a whole night. When he started to feel sleepy and his thoughts were still a chaotic mess, he decided to stop by Johnny’s house. He didn’t want to go back home and face you.

Your broken expression with tears pricking the corners of your eyes – it still haunted him. He was scared of going back home to the mess he had made. He was scared because he didn’t know how to pick up the pieces and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to pick them up. He didn’t think he’d be a good father and he didn’t think he was ready to leave the road, to give up his freedom.

He still remembered Johnny’s words – that he was everything the rest of the boys wanted to be like. And now? Now he would no longer be their idol. Now he’d just be Benny – he’d be like one of them. With a normal job and a kid, driving after hours as a hobby, no longer a lifestyle. Although you had mentioned you wanted him to stop riding with the boys at all. No, he couldn’t do that.

He loved you but his motorbike had always been first. He had never wanted to give up the freedom of being able to just hop on it and drive away when the situation would get too difficult. When the mess would be too big to clean it. And driving away was easier. Perhaps he wasn’t mature enough yet. And he was supposed to become a father? Funny.

Sometimes he was scared that he couldn’t love anyone more than his motorbike. Because this would make him a pretty hollow person – soulless. And he didn’t want to be soulless. At least not since he had met you.

He parked in front of Johnny’s house and knocked upon the door, afraid he would wake up him, his wife or the kids. But the sun was already rising and no one was asleep. Everyone inside that house was already preparing for the day – at work or at school.

Betty opened the door and made a surprised face at the sight of Benny.

“Benny? What happened? Come in,” she took a step back and he nodded at her walking inside. “Johnny’s in the kitchen,” she told him, already knowing that Benny would ever visit them only to see Johnny.

Benny went to the kitchen and saw his friend reading a morning paper as he was eating a toast for breakfast by the table. He furrowed his brow at the sight of Benny.

“You look like hell, son,” he commented and pointed at the chair in front of him. “You ever made it home for the night?”

“I did,” Benny nodded as he sat in front of Johnny, running his hand through his hair. “But I didn’t stay for the night.”

“What do you mean?”

“We had a fight, (Y/N) and me,” Benny sighed. “She told me to leave.”

“Jesus, what about again?” Johnny laughed. It was nothing new that Mr. and Mrs. Cross were fighting.

“It was serious this time,” Benny muttered under his breath and reached into his pocket for a cigarette.

“Not here, no,” Johnny stopped him as he shook his head. Benny looked at him, questioningly. “Not around the kids, for fuck’s sake.”

“Kids, right…” Benny hid the cigarette away angrily. “That’s the fucking problem.”

“What are you talking about?”

“She’s pregnant,” Benny confessed after taking a deep breath in.

“Your Mrs?” Johnny asked, to make sure. Benny nodded. “Whew,” Johnny whistled. “I mean, could have seen that coming.”

“How?”

“Well, you know how babies are made, I hope,” Johnny chuckled to himself. “When mummy and daddy love each other…”

“Oh, fuck off,” Benny rolled his eyes and Johnny kept chuckling.

“And what now?” Johnny became serious again.

“I dunno,” Benny shrugged his arms and played with his own hands nervously. “She wants to keep it. And for me to stop riding with you guys and find a proper job.”

Long silence occurred.

“It ain’t that bad, you know,” Johnny only said and Benny looked up at him, surprised.

“Ain’t that bad, really? That’s all you have to say?” He was surprised.

After all, it was Johnny who had wanted Benny to be his successor. It was Johnny who had been telling Benny that everyone wanted to be like him because he had no ties. Encouraging his wild behaviours… And now… This?

“D’you love her?” Johnny leaned in over the table to be closer to Benny and be able to look into his eyes.

“Yeah,” Benny nodded, without hesitation.

“Well, then, what else can I say?” Johnny opened his hands.

“But… The bike…”

“She’ll change her mind about that,” Johnny shrugged his arms and went back to reading his paper. “Don’t worry ‘bout it.”

Benny was confused. He stood up awkwardly and left the kitchen without a word. On his way out he heard giggles of two girls coming from the upstairs and he suddenly felt oddly nostalgic about something he had never had.

You were sniffling your tears back as you were closing the door in the morning. You might have had a sleepless night and morning sickness but you had to go to work. When you were pushing on the handle for the last time to make sure the door was locked, you heard a familiar sound of the engine behind you.

You turned around and watched Benny park his motorbike in front of the house. You looked at his face – he was as exhausted as you were. But you were still angry at him.

“Hey, doll, need a ride to work?” He asked you playfully, trying to lighten up the mood.

“Sorry, boy, I’m married,” you mumbled and began to walk down the street on your own.

Benny furrowed his brows and started the engine again to keep driving very slowly next to you.

“Yeah? And where is he?” He asked.

“God knows where. He’s an asshole,” you shrugged your arms, bravely staring at the road ahead of you and refusing to look at him.

“So why don’t you want to drive away with me, kitty?” He teased once more and that was enough for you.

You stopped and so did he. You turned around to face him – anger and frustration all over you as your eyes filled with tears again.

“Stop it!” You scolded him. “That’s not the way to fix it. Not this time. It’s too serious,” you clenched your jaw and a short silence occurred.

“I know,” was all he said before he looked down.

“I want you to pack your things and when I’m back from work, I don’t want to see you at home anymore,” you managed to say it without breaking down in tears although you had to swallow a huge lump in your throat.

You loved him… You loved him madly but was there even a point of this marriage?

“I want this kid, (Y/N),” Benny mumbled out and left you speechless for a moment.

“You… You what?” You asked.

“I want this kid. I’m gonna find me a job,” Benny looked up at you, afraid of your reaction. “But I… I won’t leave my bike, sorry.”

You felt so relieved as if a huge burden was removed from your shoulders. You squealed happily and jumped ahead to put your hands around him to give him a tight hug, nearly making him fall off the motorbike.

“Oh, baby, it’s… It’s fine,” you let your tears go but this time out of happiness. “Just be careful, yes? Don’t wanna be bailin’ my baby daddy out for the rest of my life,” you wiped your cheeks with the palms of your hands.

“I’ll try,” Benny grinned and fixed your hair, looking at your face lovingly. He hated to see you so exhausted and with eyes filled with tears. Especially when he knew he had caused all of this. “Now, hop on and I’ll take you to work, yeah?”

You nodded before carefully sitting behind him and wrapping your arms around his chest, pressing your face to his back. When Benny parked his motorbike in front of your workplace, you jumped off of it carefully – more carefully than usual. You cupped his face and fixed his ruffled hair.

“You’re exhausted, baby. Have you slept at all?” You asked.

“No,” he answered honestly.

“Go back home and sleep, yeah? There’s still leftovers from yesterday’s dinner in the oven, warm them up later,” you caressed his cheeks and leaned in to place a gentle kiss upon his lips. “We’ll discuss the details of… Of our little baby… When I’m back home. What made you change your mind, by the way?” You furrowed your brow.

“I just…” Benny didn’t know what to say. He felt even more awful now, when he saw how easily you had forgiven him. “I acted like an asshole, I know it. I was just scared. You know I never had a good example when I was a kid. That’s why… I am what I am now. But yeah, I don’t want to lose you. And the baby… Sounds scary but also kinda exciting,” Benny admitted with a smirk. “You’re gonna be a sexy mama,” he winked and you chuckled at that.

“And you’re gonna be a sexy daddy,” you pushed his arm gently. “See you later, big shot,” you kissed him once more and he booped you on the nose.

“See you later, dollie.”

MASTERLIST || BENNY MASTERLIST

[kickbutts-singsongs]

Ooooooh heck yeah let’s do this

1. I think my fav thing that happened was the leaks night when chapter 403 came out and everyone (and me) was going absolutely apeshit over a certain someone’s return and the Eye Contact™️ that was shared so yeah it was just such a thrilling experience and I really felt united with the fandom and overjoyed about Katsuki coming back

2. I started shipping bkdk last year, and funnily enough it all started during the second half of the togachako fight (“You really think I’m cute?” “The cutest girl in the whole world”). I was like that’s gay and then I got tumblr and read togachako metas and went that’s even gayer which then led me to bakudeku metas and that’s when I went oh wait these guys actually make sense oh shit it’s not toxic anymore holy fuck I GET IT NOW

(but if I’m being honest with myself, I subconsciously shipped these guys since the beginning but I was too blind (heteronormative) to see)

(like I made an oc pair that was bkdk coded and went but I don’t ship them irl ahhahaha what I def don’t save bkdk pins on pinterest or read bkdk fics or anything nope izu///ocha all the way guys)

3. The anti bkdk flag

4. Switches (but idk I don’t think about sex all that much lol)

5. Demi Katsuki and Bi Izuku just feel right to me

6. It’s a tie between the apology scene and the epilogue hospital scene

7. It’s been a hot minute since I’ve seen anything before season seven (I’m currently rewatching) but I think as of late Bones has really been capitalizing on the bkdk material so I’ve been eating good lollllll

8. My list of priorities is as follows:

handhold

dvk 3 (or d&k!!!!)

talk about feelings, romantic or otherwise (may be included in previous event)

crepes/amusement park date

relationship confirmed

9. Honestly? I don’t actually mind if they’re not shown as romantic. As long as it’s established that Katsuki is Izuku’s most important person and vice versa, I’ll be happy (queerplatonic bkdk is my ideal)

10. Nah I can’t imagine these boys with anyone else now they’re like my fav ship of all time!!!

(That being said: if Katsuki didn’t exist, rodydeku would be very cute lol)

11. Uhhhhhhh oh geez I think my top ten gotta be:

“Nobody else (Can take me higher)” by Jeka

“Dear Nikki-san” by blazingeyes

“promises kept” by gabstar

“save your tears” by starless_skies

“The Time Between Our Lives” by Fitzrovia

“in the dark, with you close, I can see” by comradekiwi

“109 Days” by amarisllis

“It’s a Leap of Faith” by SpiritedKaway

“last days of war” by antisora

“A Dangerous Game” by tsukithewolf

12. I mean, the volume 29 cover is pretty hard to beat 💀💀💀 but I think my fav in general is the class 1-A group photo (the one with the blue sky in the background and they’re all standing in front of the school). It’s my home screen lmao

13. I’ve never shipped any couple more than I’ve shipped bkdk

14. I just hope they become hero partners and are confirmed as each others most important person. That’s all I really need.

15. Oh goodness I’m not gonna cry I won’t!!! 😭

These boys mean so much to me, and so does this series. I honestly still can’t believe it’s about to end.

I went from hating Katsuki to absolutely adoring him, and Izuku was the first protagonist I ever felt like I completely related to. He brought me such comfort during the aftermath of the pandemic. Like, I too am sensitive and a crybaby and a nerd, and I verbally process things (mumble), and I had low self-esteem, and I had people in my life call me weak and put me down (and I mayyyy have projected those people onto Katsuki a bit…). And Izuku gave me hope that one day I could be like him, and that I’d rise up against the situations that seemed impossible and beat them anyways, and that the people in my life would eventually realize that they’re wrong about me (and one of them has!🥹).

And seeing these two boys grow and develop (especially after rereading the manga) is just something else. It’s crazy how I went from trying to ignore Katsuki and his hot-headed self to being so invested in his emotions and feelings and his devotion to Izuku like 😭😭😭😭

No matter how this series ends, it’s definitely going to hold a special place in my heart for a long time.

I’m gonna miss these guys so much

Q/A since the series is nearly over (answer any you like via reblog/replies/asks)

What is the best thing you have seen the fandom do since you have become a part of it?

How long have you been a bkdk/dkbk lover and what was the canon moment that made you start shipping them?

3) What is the worst thing or the most pathetic thing you have seen the antis do to try to stop our ship from sailing?

4) Do you prefer top!Bakugou/bottom!Midoriya, top!Midoriya/bottom!Kacchan, or them as switches?

5) What is your sexuality and/or gender headcanon for Bakugou and Midoriya?

6) What is your favorite bkdk/dkbk moment of all time?

7) Which scenes do you think the anime improved on or made worse?

8) How do you wish the series ends and hope bkdk/dkbk's character arc is resolved?

9) How do you headcanon bkdk/dkbk confessing their love and finally becoming romantic partners?

10) If bkdk/dkbk is your otp, do you have a secondary ship? If yes, tell me what it is and why.

11) What are your favorite bkdk/dkbk fanfics? (please send link if you can)

12) Which official art did you like the most and why?

13) Is bkdk/dkbk your favorite ships of all time or do you have another ship you believe to be even better?

14) Do you have any headcanons about future!Midoriya and future!Bakugou?

15) How do you feel about the series as a whole and the long journey Midoriya and Bakugou have gone on?

[muzanswaifu]

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Vexing Love

Sanemi x Florist!Fem!Reader

Here's a little tidbit from one of the requests I'm working on! Momma's been working so hard lately and ik you guys have been too so here's a lil treat hehe (sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes)

Warnings: Fluff, Sanemi is bad at flirting, Reader is sassy, Reader is a bad bitch, Sanemi has it bad, Nemi is allergic to pollen

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"Well hey you," she leered, a single brow raised as she fluffed up the daisies that laid on the front table at the entrance of her shop. "You finally gonna buy something or are you just hear to nag. I'm gonna start charging you by the minute y'know." The sly sparkle in her eye made his gut twist, sweat beginning to collect in his already clammy palms. He shoved them into his pocket before she could see.



"Nah, just here to see if this place is still fuckin' dead like it always is. No surprises there."



She scoffed, turning her head away in distaste, her hair wagging to the side so gently he wanted to fucking touch it, to run his hands through it and mess it all up. He didn't care if it smelled like flowers either. He'd enjoy either way.



"You're such an asshole! Maybe if you'd stop scaring away all my customers, I'd get more business," she hissed at him. He laughed at the insult, forcing himself to move along with it, despite the feeling that ate him slowly.



She thinks you're ugly



He shook his head of the stupid thought, instead lingering to stare at today's attire. She wore purple today, a soft shade of lavender that went quite nicely with the hair piece she dawned. The homemade fabric clung gently to her figure, the grains tastefully swirling around her body in the uniform pattern. The sleeves of this yukata seemed to be floral themed as well as the ends tattered along into delicate petal shapes. He liked this one more than her others. It was -



"Flashy."



She turned to him with a confused look, eye twitching. "What did you just say?"



"You look flashy," he repeated curtly, casting his eyes away. Compliments were hard to make, so she should appreciate that he put in the effort honestly.



"Flashy?"



"Yah."



"So I look too flashy to you?" she inquired, crossing her arms and cocking her hip with a glare. This wasn't going how he thought it would. Shouldn't she be thanking him or something?



"Uh no," he shrugged, "just the right amount."



She turned around from him, bundles of flowers in her arms that were wilted and grey, ready to be thrown out. Comically mirroring her patience. He could see the clench to her jaw and strain to her temple.



"You're so... - so clueless!" She stomped off angrily into the shop.



Sanemi was taken aback by her vexed response, hesitantly going in after her. He hadn't even noticed how scratchy his throat and nose had gotten with his distraction. How was she angry? He'd heard Tengen give his wives that line over a million time, and they practically dropped their panties on the spot. Did he say it wrong or something?



"What did I do?" he called after her.



"Let me guess, you're gonna say I smell weird again too?" she remarked, recalling the time he'd first met her all that time ago when he'd said the damning words, so unused to the smell of flowers as he'd avoided them without an after thought. But he hadn't had a reason risk it then.



He felt bad, truly. He didn't want her to think he was insulting her. He didn't want the relationship his parents had, his father constantly demeaning his mother to keep her confidence low enough that she saw him as better than. Sanemi wanted to make her feel good about herself! She deserved praise from time to time.



"It was a compliment!" 

"In what world?" she asked dramatically. He could see how her posture was cringed now, as if to hide herself from him. But the stance was short lived as she turned back around, finished with dumping her spoiled product.



"You're lucky I don't care what you think," she announced, fixing her hair, "Because I know I look good."



He pinched the bridge of nose and sighed. No, she was lucky she was fun to be around sometimes, or he wouldn't even give her the time of day.

[sapphicsmaximoff]

the play pt. 2 - maddy perez

Summary: cassie gets what she deserves

a/n: thank you all for still supporting my other fics, i got in a small accident a while ago, so even when i wanted to start this, i was VERY out of it, but now i’m good, anyways i hope y’all like this

Cassie waltzed up the stairs of the stage, giving a slow clap of applause. “Cassie, you’re being embarrassing!” You yell. The blonde looks back at you, pointing at you sternly. “Shut the fuck up, Y/N!” She calls out Lexi, and you seemed to get worried.

Suze hops on stage, attempting to diffuse the situation. As Cassie continues to speak, the audience boos her. “Well if that makes me a villain, then so fucking be it. I can play the fucking villain.” By this point, you sat back down and could feel Maddy’s growing frustration.

You squeezed her hand in solidarity, and she smiled at the contact. “Lexi, is this the part of the play of the play where I steal Jake from Marta?” That’s where she slips up.

TWO DAYS AGO

“So…are you gonna put that in? If you embarrassed Cassie like that, I’d give you my soul.” Lexi laughs on the other side of the line. “No, she’d hate my guts more than ever after this.”

“Wait, Hallie steals Marta’s boyfriend?” Cassie groans to herself, turning towards the audience member that spoke. 

“I don't know how many times I have to say this.” She groans. “They were not fucking together! Marta was literally fucking Y/CN the entire time!”

“How is that any of ‘Hallie’s’ business?!” You yell, getting more attention on you and Maddy sitting.  “Yeah.” Maddy speaks up.  “Not only was Hallie out of line, but she was fucking him the entire time Marta was talking about getting back together with him.” Your head swiftly looks over to Maddy with your eyebrows furrowed. 

If Cassie wasn’t so adamant on making herself look like a fool, she would’ve laughed at your reaction. “No... Why? 

“Because Hallie is a two-faced cunt." Maddy yells, riling the crowd up. “I'm not a cunt! You're the cunt!" The audience begins exclaiming as it becomes much more heated. “You're the fucking cunt, bitch!”

“Maddy! Jesus, calm down, calm down.” You can feel the blood rushing through her face, and you grab her hand. “Hey, calm down, she’s fucking mental. She’s just trying to get a rise out of you.” When Maddy turns towards you, it’s almost like she’s blowing out steam from her nose. 

“She knows damn well she doesn’t want to do that.” You nod, rubbing her back softly as you share a nervous look with Kat. “This is hell.” She whispers, making you grunt. “No shit.”

When you look back to the stage, it seems Cassie is tackling the actress playing her character as she was on the carousel horse from that night. She starts fighting the girl as carousel music plays, and Maddy has had enough. “Oh, this bitch needs to be put down.” Maddy slips off her heels, quickly running to the stage before you could stop her. You, Kat, and BB left your row, following her up the stairs. 

“Maddy, Maddy, Maddy! Wait!” You and Kat try to hold. “Maddy, beat her ass!”

Maddy had finally caught up to Cassie, turning her around and slapping her hard enough for everyone to hear. “Oooh.” You subtly chuckle as your girlfriend chases Cassie through the back and out into the hallway. 

“Y/N!” You snap back to what you were meant to do, and run after them. They run down the hallway, Maddy smashing Cassie face first into the brick wall, and you could hear a large thud. “Maddy, no!”

“Beat her fuckin' ass, Maddy! She fuckin' deserves that shit! She fucked your boyfriend!” BB yells throughout the hallway as you all run through the corridor. 

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In the girl’s bathroom, everyone but you and BB were sat on the counter. You were looking between the girls at each end when a vape pen came into your view. “You want some?” You shake your head no. “Nah, I’m good. Thank you though.” The girl beside you hums, going back to leaning on the wall. 

“Do you know what's funny?” Cassie speaks up with a light scoff to herself. “Nate broke up with me before I even went on that stage.” She admits, her eyes twitching as she thinks hard. “Don't worry. This is just the beginning.” Maddy says, getting off the counter, leaving the bathroom. 

You linger on the wall as the girls walk out, but Kat stops. “Are you coming?” You nod. “Yeah, I just need a second. Uh...do you need my keys?” The taller girl nods, and you hand her your keys, prompting her to walk out. 

You take a deep sigh as Cassie looks over to you. “Why are you staying?” You blink, turning to her. 

Your jaw clenches. “Ya know, in fourth grade...we were friends, and you kind of knew Maddy. We’ve known each other fro a long time...You haven’t grown at all. Have you ever considered that maybe...just maybe...you and Lexi had the same father, who left you both? Have you considered...maybe Maddy is so mad, not just because you betrayed her trust, but you know what her did to her. I was there for her, Cass. Have you ever really cared about anyone other than yourself? You push away everyone’s feelings to benefit you, and when someone doesn’t fit your perfect world, you resent, and blame, and lie. None of us are the villain, you were right, you don’t have to play a villain, because you already are. I hope you see it soon, he’s a lot more twisted. He’s still an abuser. Bye, Cassie, I hope it was worth it, ruining everything for a man who does not love you.”

You leave her with tears slowly trailing down her face, as you integrate into the hallway. When you make it out to the parking lot, everyone is sitting in your car, Maddy in the passengers seat. You open the door, and sit in the front, placing your seatbelt on. 

“Soooo, what now?” Kat asks. “Y’all are going home, and we-”

“Oh, nah, fuck that! I’m tryna get some food!”

You grab Maddy’s hand, tenderly kissing it, making her blush and bit her lip slightly. “I think Madeline wants to blow off some steam.” You bit you lip, licking them as you smile at the two in the back. “Ew, nevermind, take me home.” You laugh loud, putting the car in gear as you pull out of the parking lot. 

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When you’d dropped them both off, you pull up to your house. You got to your room, and ran a bath in the bathroom that connected to your room. Maddy sat on your bed, still cradling her foot. She’s now half naked, and so were you. You came beside her, kneeling before her on the floor. 

“Bubble bath, foot message, Drag Race?” Maddy smiles, nodding as you grab her hand, softly kissing it. “If I have no one I’ve really known, I’m glad I still have you.” You smile at her as she leans down, giving you a kiss. “I don’t deserve you.” She mutters across your lips. 

“Stop lying, and get in this bath.”

Maddy yelps as you lift her off of the bed, and carry her into the bathroom. 

tags:

@itsyouimagines @mjoiner-blog1​ @simp4nat​ @ateliefloresdaprimavera​ @ziayamikaelson​ @wannabe-fic-writer​ @miraclethethiredc​ @prettyplant0​ @diasnohibng​ 

[beauvibaby]

You’ll all be happy – Bradley Bradshaw “Rooster”

Summary: You and Bradley fall hard and quick, but will he make the choice to stay with you and be a stepdad? What will your brother, Jake, think?

Pairing: reader x rooster / reader x brother!hangman

Word count: 5.6K

Warnings: mentions of unhappy parents, brief mention of Goose’s passing, thoughts of anxiety/small mental spiraling, talk of child birth

A/N: here it is! I hope you all like it, this is the fastest I’ve written this long of a fic in over a year!

“Jake!” You clapped, coming around from the bar and hugging your big brother, he tried to remain calm when he saw how big your bump had gotten, nearly six months along, you were definitely showing. “Hey, Y/N.” Jake murmured, hugging you tightly, “I missed you, sis.” He chuckled, putting on his tough guy act but he was so protective over you, you two had it a little rough growing up and he was always there for you, he still was, just from a distance because of his career. “I missed you too, J.” You smiled, “so has this girl, I play your videos every night.” You added, rubbing your bump, he grinned proudly, “as you should, she needs to know who her uncle Jake is.” He declared, “now, you gonna get me a beer or do I have to complain about the service here.” He joked, making you tip your head back in laughter. “Penny wouldn’t be very happy about that.” You retorted, stepping back into your position behind the bar, snapping the top off the glass bottle before sliding it to your brother.

“Not afraid your navy buddies are gonna see you talking to me?” You teased as you popped over to him after serving some other customers, “nah, if they say anything they know I’ll screw with them.” He shrugged, earning an eye roll. “Don’t be a dick.” You muttered, making him choke on his beer. “You’re literally pregnant but I refuse to hear that word from your mouth, you're my baby sister.” He chuckled, “oh my god, don’t start, J.” You sighed, letting him think you were actually offended for a little bit before giggling and easing his nerves. He’d made the mistake of pushing you too far over FaceTime a couple weeks ago, it’s safe to say he found out how hormonal you really were.

“Bradshaw?” Jake called out, standing up from the bar stool, you glanced up, “well, damn man, what are you doing here?” This Bradshaw fellow spoke up, giving your brother a quick smirk, “I thought they only called the best back.” He added, you giggled under your breath, which didn’t go unnoticed by him. “Oh you’re so funny, chicken.” Your brother rolled his eyes, “Rooster.” The man corrected, you held back a small smile at that. “Can I get a bud light, please?” Rooster asked, sliding a five dollar bill across the counter. “Sure thing, pilot.” You quipped, he furrowed his brows, he wasn’t in uniform, he watched you huff and bend over to grab one from the cooler, your bump keeping you from being entirely flexible. “Rooster, that is my little sister, Y/N.” Jake announced when Rooster went to ask how you knew he was a pilot. “Sister?” He gasped, looking at Jake. “Let me guess, he’s never mentioned me.” You spoke up, the brunette nodding as he forced his eyes back to you.

“Well, nice to meet you and uh, congratulations.” Rooster said, waving towards your bump, “I’m not pregnant.” You deadpanned, making Rooster begin to panic while Jake got red in the face trying not to laugh. “Kidding.” You laughed, watching as he went blank and Jake howled out in a laugh. “Oh god man, you should’ve seen your face.” Jake mumbled as the two walked off to join the others, you shook your head with a smile, guys are too easy sometimes.

***

“Hey hun, I have someone coming to help you put up the delivery this morning! I don’t want you climbing up the ladder, he’ll be there at 7.”

You read the text from Penny as you worked in the office at the bar, the alcohol delivery just coming in now, they were loading the crates and crates of liquid into the back room while you worked on counting the drawers.

Time passed incredibly slow as you felt useless not being able to unload most of the order, but you were far too pregnant and wobbly to be lifting that much above your head on a ladder. “Hello?” You heard someone call out as you untapped another box. “In the back!” You responded, frowning at the broken bottle inside the packaging, “damn it.” You whispered, picking it up and going to chuck it into the trash can. “Oh, hi Rooster.” You smiled politely, instantly knowing Penny was playing matchmaker, you were smitten with him after that first meeting a month ago, and everybody but him seemed to know it. Even your brother was over the obvious looks you gave his co-worker, but he didn’t meddle, not wanting to get on your bad side before the baby came.

“Hi, Y/N, how are you?” Rooster spoke up, handing you a towel, seeing the way you were rubbing your hands on your pants after getting rid of the bottle. “Good, thanks for coming to help.” You answered him, “I’m sure Penny made it sound like I’m incapable because of the baby.” You added with a giggle, Rooster laughed softly, “that’s ok, I don’t mind. How is the pregnancy going?” He asked, gentlemanly, he had already begun placing bottles on the shelf where you had pointed him too. “Good, slow, I’m torn between wishing she was here already and being terrified for when she comes.” You answered truthfully, he shot you a smile, “a girl huh? I bet she’ll be as pretty as you.” He answered before going wide eyed, you did a double take when his words hit you. “Thanks.” You mumbled, smiling softly at him. “How is the training going?” You asked, breaking down the box after he finished emptying it, you two were working like a conveyor belt. “Good, I can’t really talk about it.” He shrugged, shooting you an apologetic look. “I figured.” You mumbled, holding in a grunt when you had a tight feeling in your stomach.

“Y/N?” Rooster questioned, turning to see you with your hands on your knees as you took a deep breath. “I’m ok, just Braxton hicks.” You waved him off, you had panicked and gone to the doctor over them last week and were now accustomed to it. “Oh, ok, are you sure?” He stepped closer to you, furrowing his brows, he wanted to help but he didn’t know how. “Promise.” You were back to your chipper self once it passed. Rooster went back to the order, and with you breaking down boxes, it was finished in record time.

“Jeez, mind if I steal you for every delivery day?” You joked as you looked over the fully stocked shelves, Rooster, who you had found out is legally named Bradley, laughed along with you. “I wouldn’t mind.” He answers truthfully, making you look away as you warmed under his gaze. “I hope this isn’t too forward, and I understand if you’re not ready to, but I’d like to take you out on a date sometime.” Bradley spoke up, he was walking alongside you through the dining room, you faltered in your stride. “I’d really like that, Bradley, but I’m nearly ready to pop, I can hardly bring myself to come to work, let alone go out for anything extra.” You explained, and it pained you, because you really wanted to go out with him, clearly he was genuine, who else would ask out a 7 month pregnant woman.

“That’s ok, whenever you’re ready, I’ll be waiting.” He smiled genuinely, “I’ll be completely honest with you, Jake told me to wait until after you had the baby to ask you out, but I just wanted you to know my intentions now.” He explained, shoving his hands in his pockets as you two reached the door, he was rocking on his heels. “Oh, Bradley.” You mumbled, “you talked to Jake about asking me out?” You questioned, nervously rubbing your bump. “Of course I did.” He answered easily, “wouldn’t want to start off on the wrong foot, you deserve better.” He added, frowning when you sniffled. “Sorry, sorry, it’s just the hormones.” You fanned your face, “how embarrassing.” You mumbled only intending for you to hear. “Not embarrassing, you’re growing a whole human, you’re allowed to be emotional.” Bradley declared, rushing over to grab a napkin for you to dab your face.

“Would you want to have dinner at my place? An easy date, maybe meet in the middle until the baby comes.” You offered, looking up at him hopefully. Bradley smiled brightly, “I’d love that, but you’re not cooking, either I cook or I bring takeout.” He leaned in and kissed your cheek, “I’ve got to get to base, but I’ll call you later so we can set a date.” He smiled, waiting until you agreed before he left.

***

You felt like a beached whale as you looked in the mirror, the maternity dress was comfy, and honestly a cute style, but you just felt huge, approaching the 8 month mark. You weren’t the skinniest before the pregnancy, and now it felt like it exaggerated everything you disliked.

Bradley rang the doorbell exactly five minutes before he was supposed to be here, which you relentlessly teased him for and he took every minute of it as he was so enthralled by watching how excited you were as you talked about your favorite show, that he agreed to watch. He could tell you felt guilty for putting it on, but he didn’t mind, he grabbed your hand as you two sat there in silence, jamming in as much conversation as possible during commercial breaks.

“Thank you, Bradley.” You mumbled as he slipped his shoes on, he looked up at you with a wide smile. “Thank you.” He repeated, “I’m very lucky to have gotten to spend the night with you, and I really hope we can do it again sometime.” He explained, sincerity dripping from his voice as he looked you in the eyes. “I’d love to hang out with you again.” You answered, maybe too quickly but it only widened his smile. “Great.” He mumbled, you felt bold and took the step closer to him, practically begging him to make a move. “Can I–“ “Yes.” You cut him off, giggling when he cupped your face, he kissed you gently, nothing too aggressive. You were like a puddle in his hands as he pulled away, “one more time.” You whispered, cracking one eye open to find him grinning at you, he kissed you again, feeling you smile against his lips.

***

“Jake, honestly, do you have to make it sound like I’m not capable of making my own decisions?” You sighed as your brother helped you, or really you watched him put together the dresser for the nursery, you sat in the rocking chair, rubbing your belly as the baby kicked hard. “I’m not saying that, Y/N. I just don’t want you to be hurt again, and especially the baby, you know you’d never forgive yourself if Rooster breaks her heart.” He explained, poking his tongue out in concentration as he tried to get the screw to line up properly. “I know, I promise I’m thinking about that, but he really cares about us. Honestly now, you know a guy wouldn’t shack up with a ready to give birth pregnant woman if he didn’t actually care about her.” You responded, getting up and going to hold the back piece still while he screwed it together. “That’s true.” He muttered, not wanting to admit you were right, you hummed, making him roll his eyes. “Face it, you can’t find a way to talk me out of this, because Bradley is a good guy and you just don’t want to admit that being with a pilot won’t hurt me.” You ranted, going back to the chair once he waved you off.

Jake sighed, putting the screwdriver down, he crossed his arms over his knees as he rested on them. “He is a good guy, don’t tell him I said that, I’m always going to worry about you. That’s something you need to come to terms with, and god forbid something happens to him like it did to his dad, I can’t watch you go through that.” Your brother trailed off, a distant look in his eyes simply at the thought. “What happened to his dad?” You questioned, Jake cursed under his breath. “He was Maverick’s RIO, he died during a training accident.” Jake whispered, you nodded slowly, processing this new information. “When was that? Do you know?” You murmured, “Bradley was only four or so.” Your brother spoke softly, seeing your eyes well up. “That’s horrible.” You sniffled, your mind wanted to go into a tailspin, but you refused to go there.

“Jake I appreciate your concern, but I’m not going to think like that, he makes me happy, that's what I’m going to focus on. He wants to be there for Eloise, that’s huge, I’m choosing to enjoy this time with him, hopefully for a very long time.” You explained, putting your foot down, Jake nodded, before he realized you said the baby’s name. “Eloise?” He gasped, “the name I suggested?!” He jumped up, cursing loudly when he hit his foot on the half assembled dresser. “Yes, the name you suggested, did you just break a toe?” You shrieked, looking at the crooked toe on his foot. “Well shit.” He muttered, following your gaze and grimacing at the sight, “Jake!” You shouted in disgust as he reached down and pushed it back in place. “I think we’re good.” He declared, “but I happen to think she’s going to be a perfect little Eloise.” He added, hugging you tightly. “Now, I think you owe me a pizza as payment while I finish building this damned dresser.” He muttered, dramatically sitting back down to continue building it.

You laughed at your brother's antics, but went and ordered a pizza for dinner, and thanked him up and down for all the help he had done during his rare weekend off.

***

Bradley was extremely concerned as you went silent after his words, not like you at all, you and Jake were similar in always having a remark to make. “A mission? In two days?” You whispered, feeling the tears spill over onto your cheeks, “it’s going to be ok, sweetheart.” He murmured, wiping away the tears as they continued to flow. “The team is great, we’ll be in and out, we’ll be back before you have the baby I bet.” He explained, cringing when you went wide eyed, “we?!” You shrieked, “Jake is going too?” You felt your heart drop, the two most important men in your life both going to risk their lives. You knew what they signed up for with the navy but the realization hit so much harder in your current state. “I thought he told you.” Bradley sounded deflated, he was just giving all the bad news it seemed. “Clearly he didn’t, Bradley!” You snapped, he didn’t take your words to heart as he knew you were hurting. “I’m sorry, Y/N.” He sighed, “just try and calm down baby, come here.” He tugged you closer, he had been coming over most days as you got closer and closer to your due date, he quickly found that you were very much a physical contact kind of person. He let you rest your head on his chest as he rubbed your arm, “it’s gonna be ok, you have to be positive, alright?” He explained gently, you nodded as you sniffled. “I don’t want to have this baby alone.” You admitted, “and you two, you mean so much to me, I-I don’t know what I’ll do if anything happens to either of you.” You voiced your fears, and he helped to ease them as best as he could, he vowed to stay with you until he had to leave, and he kept that promise, Jake coming over frequently too, wanting to get in as much time as possible.

***

You picked at your lips as the FaceTime call rang and rang, this was right around when the team was supposed to be back on land, so you hoped one of them would pick up. You tried Jake first, he was never too quick at answering so you weren’t too surprised when he never answered, you inhaled deeply before calling Bradley, “Y/N, baby I was just going to call you, we’re–“ Bradley stopped talking as he finally looked at his screen, you had the baby. “Holy shit.” He mumbled, “Jake!” He shouted through the crowd, he was in the shade now so he could see properly. “Oh my god, Y/N, she’s beautiful.” He gasped, “hi sweet baby.” He cooed as she suckled on air in her sleep. You flipped the camera to you, “I missed you so much.” You sighed, seeing the way his eyes lit up when he saw your face. You were gross and exhausted and desperately wanted a shower, but he still thought you were stunning, and the fact that you had a baby by yourself? He was most definitely falling for you.

“I missed you, oh my god, I can’t believe you had her.” He was stunned, completely caught off guard. “Wait– are you still in the hospital?” He yanked his sunglasses off, “yes, she’s only ten hours old.” You giggled, Jake finally running into view. “The baby! Let me see her!” He demanded, you flipped the camera to show Eloise swaddled and lying between your legs. “Oh my god.” Jake mumbled, “she’s beautiful!” He pinched his eyes, sighing as you put yourself back on the screen, “sis, you did it!” He cheered, before realizing he may have ruined a moment between you and Bradley. “Ok, ok, enough glaring, I’ll leave you two to talk, but you let me know as soon as I can come see that little nugget.” Jake demanded, giving you a quick love you, before walking off.

“Bradley, would you maybe want to come meet her later today? If you’re too tired it’s ok we can just–“ “You want me to be the first to meet her?” His voice cracked, and your heart swelled, “yes I do, babe.” You used a pet name for the first time and he was like a puddle. “I’m going to go home and shower, then I’ll be there as quick as I can, text me your room number.” You smiled at his eagerness, “be safe, Bradley.” You reminded him, cooing down to Eloise as she opened her eyes. “I will be.” He assured, hanging up once you two said your goodbyes.

It felt like forever but really it was less than two hours by the time Bradley was walking into the room with two bouquets of flowers. “Hi, sweetheart.” He grinned, approaching you quickly, he welcomed the desperate kiss you pulled him in for, thankful that Eloise had been in the rollaway crib beside your bed. “No injuries lieutenant?” You asked softly, eyeing him over, your fingers ran over his cheeks. You had missed the feeling of his warm skin, you missed him, everything about him. “Not a scratch on me, thanks to your brother, but that’s a story for another time.” He explained, he didn’t want to lie and say everything went perfect, it didn’t, but he was home and that’s what mattered right now. “Ok.” You whispered, just happy to have him here. “Flowers for mom, and flowers for baby.” He told you as he handed you a bouquet and laid the other one on the table. You smiled gratefully as you delicately touched the petals, “thank you, they’re beautiful.” You sighed, setting them down on the table, Bradley moving to take them so you didn’t have to move out of bed.

“I’m sure you want to hold her.” You whispered as he sat on the edge of your bed, looking at the swaddled baby, he had yet to know her name. “Go wash your hands.” You instructed, taking Eloise out of the crib, she had just eaten not too long before he got here so she should be content. You admired her little nose, and the puffy cheeks, she had some of your hair, but you were sure it would change many times in her first year of life. “Ok.” Bradley nervously sat in front of you, why he was nervous, he had no idea. He was good with kids, great even, but this was your baby, this was a baby that would hopefully look up to and love him. It was a lot of pressure. He took her with ease, “you wanna know her name?” You asked softly, sneakily snapping a picture as he looked down at the cradled baby in his arms, he was already completely and totally in love with her. And with you, but he needed to say that at the right time. Bradley nodded, barely being able to pull his eyes off of her, “Eloise Jake Seresin.” You whispered, a single tear falling from your eye.

“Oh,” he murmured, “it’s beautiful, hi Eloise.” He turned to her, brushing a thumb over her cheek, smiling when she contorted her face and then settled back peacefully. “Does Jake know?” Bradley asked you, now taking the time to admire you as you rested against the pillows, your eyes a little bloodshot from the lack of sleep, but you were beaming with pride for the little girl in his arms. “Not yet, I’ll ask him to come soon though. I want him to meet her before we get released tomorrow.” You explained, he nodded in understanding, there weren't many words to be said at this moment. You both simply marveled at the sleeping beauty before you, knowing that once your brother came, the peace would be slightly disrupted. But you didn’t mind, Jake was your family and you truly couldn’t wait to see him with Eloise.

“So hungry.” You cooed, holding Eloise while she suckled on her bottle, she was like a maniac if she dropped it for a moment, and surely she wasn’t happy when you stopped halfway through to burp her. Jake knocked softly on the door as the cries calmed down when the bottle was back in her mouth. “Come in.” Bradley spoke for you, Jake poked his head in, “Aw come on, I’m second?” Your brother sighed looking at you as he stepped inside. He placed a pink teddy bear down by the flowers, “what a charmer, Bradshaw.” Jake teased, pointing to the bouquets. “Oh hush and wash your hands if you want to hold your niece.” You demanded with a giggle, even the playful banter was not allowed at this moment, you wanted a simple happy moment as you told your brother her full name. Jake rushed over to the sink, maybe even quicker than Bradley had, and returned in a flash, hands dried and reaching for the baby. You handed her over and watched as he instantly became wrapped around her finger. “Her name,” you paused, waiting for Jake to look at you, he nodded for you to continue, looking over at you with curious eyes, “Eloise Jake Seresin.” You spoke softly. Jake let his jaw drop, “I-are you serious?” He questioned, you nodded as you relished in his emotional reaction. “Rooster, if you tell anyone you saw me cry, you’re a dead man.” He threatened as Bradley chuckled softly. He put his hands up, “I would never, come on, man.” He declared, smiling over at you. “God, Y/N, I can’t believe it.” Jake whispered, he sat beside you on the bed, still cradling the baby. “I’m proud of you, to know that? You’re so strong.” He explained, kissing your cheek. “I wouldn’t have been able to do it without you, knowing Eloise and I will always have you in our lives, I know we’ll be ok.” You never thought as a child that you and Jake would be close as adults, but the way life has panned out, you two became the best of friends and you were grateful for that.

Things would be so different without Jake, you wouldn’t have moved to North Beach, you wouldn’t have Eloise, you wouldn’t know Bradley. Sure, maybe it was an exaggeration, but Jake was the reason everything had fallen into place in the past year for you.

Bradley cleared his throat as he stood, “I’m going to go get something from the cafeteria, did you want anything?” He questioned, walking over to the bed, “chips if they have them, I feel like I need salt.” You giggled, Bradley smiled and nodded as he tucked hair behind your ear, then kissed your forehead. Jake watched the way you instantly relaxed and your eyes shut at the soft contact, “I’ll be back. Jake, you want anything?” He added as he started heading for the door. “No.” Your brother answered simply, looking down at the baby in thought, truth be told, he was thinking of how he felt relieved that you two had Bradley now. “You love him.” Jake declared, he was expecting you to be defensive, you two had only been “dating” for just over two months and you were a very guarded person. Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones that made you move so fast, but you were one hundred percent in love with Bradley Bradshaw. “I do love him.” You agreed, taking Eloise back.

“He loves you.” Jake whispered. “He looks at you the way dad looked at mom once upon a time.” He added when you looked over at him with furrowed brows.

Meanwhile, Bradley was pacing in an empty hallway, feeling a panic attack coming on as he realized the severity of this situation.

You, his girlfriend, just had a baby that wasn’t his. Yes he knew this was coming, but now that she was here, and he already loved her, and you for that matter. He was terrified of breaking your hearts, he saw how his mom was destroyed when his dad died, he knew how it felt to lose a dad. “Talk to me dad.” He whispered as he held his head in his hands, sinking into a chair. He closed his eyes and thought to his future, never in his life had he seen anything other than flying for the rest of his days, but now, he saw you and Eloise, hopefully even more kids. And a dog, definitely a dog.

Bradley snapped his head up when he heard Maverick’s voice, “Rooster, are you ok?” Mav asked, Bradley rubbed at his eyes, making sure he wasn’t hallucinating. “Mav? What are you doing here?” Bradley disregarded his question, tilting his head at Maverick. “Penny’s cousin fell down some steps, so we came to visit her.” Mav explained, “what are you doing here? And why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?” The older man sat beside his student, who was also like a son, it’s complicated. “Y/N had the baby, and I feel like I’m going to pass out because I’m so in love with her and I’m afraid I’m going to break her heart.” Bradley rambled, Maverick raised his eyebrows, nodding slowly. “How would you break her heart? I know damn well you would not leave her because she has a baby.” Maverick demanded, “no of course not! I mean, if something happens to me, and she’s left alone like mom.” Bradley trailed off.

Maverick stood up, grabbed Bradley by the shoulders, and looked into his eyes.

“You can’t think like that, all you can do is love her the same way your dad loved your mom. You take care of her, and that baby, you live the life you want with them, you’ll all be happy.”

Bradley absorbed the words that were spoken with force, nodding slowly. “I should head back.” He whispered, standing up with a new mindset, “but first I need to find some potato chips.” He muttered heading to the cafeteria for you, Maverick furrowed his eyebrows but let Bradley go on his own.

***

“I found–“ Bradley stopped as he noticed you finally sleeping peacefully, Eloise in her crib, Jake stood from the chair, motioning for Bradley to follow him into the hallway. “We need to talk.” Jake informed him, leaning against the wall, Bradley cleared his throat, nodding, it was time for them to have this conversation. “I think I can take a guess at why you look so nervous, I know you don’t want to hurt my sister. Or Eloise. She knows what happened to your dad, I told her.” Jake started off, “it’s not your choice to make if she should be in a relationship with someone who could die any day on the job. She knows the risks, she also knows the rewards, Rooster.” He crossed his arms as he watched the slightly taller man think over his words. “I love her, Hangman. I just don’t want her to regret being with me, what if in a year she thinks how much better she and Eloise would’ve been without me.” Bradley sighed, he wasn’t sure where this doubt was coming from, but he thought of his mom and how it was for her with men approaching her. She hated it. They always wanted to change the way she patented Bradley, and he didn’t want to make you feel that way.

“My sister doesn’t just rush into things, she clearly loves you– but you didn’t hear that from me. She never regrets anything, she says everything happens for a reason, and quite honestly, I don’t think she’d be as happy as she is now if she hadn’t met you. It pains me to say this, but she wants you to be in Eloise’s life for the long haul, to be that father figure she needs. Y/N also wants you for herself, but she’s putting her daughter first like any mother would, so you need to reassure her that you’re going to be there for both of them as long as they’ll have you.”

Jake was even surprised by his own words, not thinking he was that knowledgeable. “Basically, you need to go in there, give her those potato chips and tell her you love her and you want to be whatever she wants you to be. And if you aren’t ready to be that, then you need to leave now before she falls for you anymore.” Your brother was strict with his words, it wasn’t a black and white situation, there was a lot of grey area, but that would be explored once Rooster made a decision, and Jake was prepared to pick up the pieces if he left you heartbroken, just like your father had done to you two and your mom. “Tell her I’ll come over to the house when she gets home tomorrow.” Jake turned and left, leaving a very rarely speechless Bradley there to mull over the words.

It was a simple decision, Bradley turned on his heels and walked right into that hospital room, waiting for almost an hour until you woke up.

“I got your chips.” He whispered when you opened your eyes, you smiled in your sleepy haze, instantly turning to check on Eloise, she was awake surprisingly, staring at the ceiling as she wiggled in her swaddle. “Thank you.” You spoke up, taking Eloise and laying her on the bed in front of you, she shot her arms up and scrunched her face when you undid the swaddle, her body only covered in a diaper and a bow hat. “Y/N, I need to tell you something.” Bradley walked over to the bed, carefully sitting beside you, “what is it, honey?” You questioned, not registering the severity of his words. His heart skipped a beat, honey, that’s what his parents always used and he’d yet to meet a girl who liked that term of endearment. This solidified everything for him, he asked his dad to talk to him, and he was convinced that was a sign straight from Goose. “I love you.” He declared, watching you shoot your head up, “you do?” You sounded giddy, like a little girl. “Yes, so much, and Eloise too.” His words were everything you needed to hear.

“I love you too, Bradley.”

***Epilogue***

“Happy birthday, daddy!” Eloise shrieked, jumping on the bed, you filmed it on your phone trying not to giggle over her rambling as Bradley groaned at the early wake up call. He had just gotten in last night after a two week detachment in Europe. “I missed you!” Eloise giggled, sitting beside his chest as he quickly pinned her and tickled her stomach. “I missed you, princess.” Bradley said in between his tickle attack, her shrieks of joy were music to his ears. The three year old, almost four, was squirming and giggling as he finally slowed down, “good morning, mama.” He saw you filming, he reached for the phone, turning it to point at you, “look at that bump. Maybe I’ll have a birthday twin!” Bradley spoke up, laughing heartily when you posed with your hands cradling your 9 month belly. Eloise stuck her face in front of the camera sticking her tongue out, “you goober.” He teased before ending the recording.

“Daddy, it’s your birthday! You pick breakfast.” She declared, happily snuggling into him once he sat up against the headboard, he waved you over, smiling as you tucked yourself under his shoulder, pressing a kiss to Eloise’s head. “Hmm, I think we can make some pancakes.” Those were Eloise’s favorite, and his too if he’s being honest, she nodded furiously. “Alright, you go out there, I’ll be right out.” He chuckled, kissing her forehead before she bolted out of the room. “Happy birthday, Roo.” You whispered, kissing him slowly, he smiled against your lips, “happy birthday indeed.” He murmured, fingers splayed across your stomach as Eloise called for you both from the kitchen.

He was the happiest he’d ever been with you two, and now with a little boy on the way. He had definitely made the right decision all those years ago, there was no question about it.

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Dealer's Choice

Eddie Munson x black fem reader

summary: An AU in which Chrissy doesn't die, Eddie isn't wanted for murder and he finally gets to smoke and eat nachos with his favorite druid (smut) Minors DNI

content warning: some angst, cussing, mutual pining, recreational drug use, underage drinking (both Eddie and reader are 20), D&D references, making out, smut, fingering, p in v, dirty talking? (I’m so bad at writing it lmaoo), virgin reader, oral (f receiving), squirting, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tab it fellas), choking, dacryphilia, soft dom Eddie, horny adolescents in love

a/n: was totally listening to Me and Your Mama by Childish Gambino when I wrote this😌 also this is set directly after the first chapter of my Eddie fic here . This is my first smut ever so please be gentle 🥺

The soft buzzing of the television was beginning to lull Shea into a peaceful sleep when a knock at her trailer door roused her. Getting up to answer it, she stretched her arms over her head, with her blanket pooled in her lap the chill of the late-night air brought goosebumps to her skin. Grabbing the closest thing she could find, a red flannel hanging over the back of the raggedy yellow couch, she quickly put it on over the crop top she usually wore for sleep and went to open the door, as she did so she was greeted with the ever-smiling face of Eddie Munson with a cigarette dangling from his pink lips.

“Sorry I’m late sweetheart.”

“Hey Eddie.”

His eyes quickly scanned up and down her form, taking in her sleepy form, before he stomped out his smoke and walked into the cozy home, this wasn’t the first time he had been to her trailer, though the last time he did have to sneak in through her window so her dad didn’t know, he sure hopes this wouldn’t be the last.

“Is that my flannel?” he asked

“This? Oh yeah, you left it here like a few months ago, sorry I've been meaning to bring it back to you. You want it right now?” she asked as she was getting ready to take it off right then and there, she didn’t want to say it but she had remembered she had it she just loved wearing it too much, to return it right way.

“Nah it uh it looks good on you.” Eddie grinned as he set down his stuff by the coffee table and draped himself over the couch as he watched her lock up and lean against the door frame, her arms crossed over her chest unintentionally making it more noticeable. His eyes very briefly flickered down to it before reaching her eyes again, a smile ever-present on his face. He wondered if she noticed but if she did she didn’t say anything.

“Anyways, you ready for the night of your life?”

“The night of my life?” she chuckled. “You sure have some high expectations, Munson.”

“Expectations? Nah it's definitely gonna be a reality. Have some faith in me, m’lady!” he said dramatically as he held his hand over his heart and leaned back, almost tipping over the whole couch.

“All right all right whatcha bring with you this time Eddie?” she asked, gesturing over to his stuff that he had set down.

“I’m so glad you asked because I happen to have with me some of my best ganja, as promised, aaaaand…” he said, drawing it out as he opened up his backpack and began rummaging around.

“And?” Shea asked leaning over the back of the sofa to see what he was pulling out, before she knew it Eddie held up handfuls of hand-drawn maps, character sheets, and a hardcover player manual to her face, his smile growing even wider if that were possible.

“Since you were oh so interested in Hellfire today I thought we could play a little D&D y’know update the old character sheet and what not.”

“Oh, cuz I was so interested in the car earlier today right?” she asked an eyebrow raised into her hairline, she bit her lip trying to contain her smile as she teased him but it was contagious.

“Right! You didn’t even have to say anything. I basically read your mind earlier babe.`` The nickname slipped out as Eddie quickly looked down at her plush lips then back up to her eyes, before he continued again, this time in a high pitch voice that was supposed to be hers.

“Oh please Great Dungeon Master Eddie, please play with me! You’re so cool and funny, you make D&D sound so awesome!”

“Yeaaaah I’m not calling you master but you go ahead and get it all set up I'll warm up the food and get the drinks.” she couldn’t contain the full-on laugh that left her chest this time as she stood and turned back to the kitchen getting ready to pull out the rest of the snacks for the night. Just as she returned, arms full of cold drinks and hot food, Eddie had opened up his trusty metal lunchbox and started showcasing his product.

“Alright my friend, before we get started what kinda giggle grass tickles your pickle for the night?”

“Oh, gross please don’t ever say that again.” Shea chuckled plopping down right next to him on the couch, just a tad closer to him than what was necessary “Whatcha got?” she asked as she watched him flip through the baggies of weed, holding up each one as he talked.

“Let’s see we got some good ol’ fashion Gorilla Glue, some Afghan Kush, Colombian Gold, Maui Wowie, my personal favorite, by the way, a little Skywalker OG, and the pièce de résistance Purple Haze.”

“Dealer’s choice.”

“Skywalker OG it is.” he smiled, turning to lean into her more as he started to roll a few joints. The subtlety of the name wasn’t lost on either of them, Return of the Jedi was one of her favorite films, (she had the biggest crush on Luke Skywalker when she was still in high school) and the thought of him still remembering that fact made her chest warm with little butterflies fluttering around in her tummy.

“How much do I owe ya?”

“For you fair maiden it’s free, just because you made me food and your food is like the best,” he said, putting one in his mouth and lighting it up. He took a huge drag before passing it to her and watching her do the same as he exhaled. “Plus I’m smoking it too so I’m not gonna charge you for me using up your shit.”

“I didn’t know the key to your heart was through your stomach, I’m gonna have to cook more often.”

“You do that and I may never leave.” he hummed as she passed the joint back to him and started making plates for them, after piling Eddie’s high with cheap cheesy nacho goodness the way he liked them and cracking open a few cold beers for them she turned her attention back to Eddie who was setting up the game for them, joint dangling between his lips. She took it from his mouth, fingers brushing against his soft bottom lip, and took another hit before she continued.

“Seriously though, I can’t let you do that Eddie.” he stared at her mouth his own slightly agape, gaze transfixed before his brain registered that she was talking to him and he needed to respond.

“You're not letting me do anything Hops, I wanted to, besides I invited myself over remember? It’s a date. This is the least gentlemanly thing I could do for ya.”

She didn’t know why but Eddie insisting that it was a date again had her biting back a huge smile to stop herself from grinning like a complete idiot. She looked down at her lap then back up, peeking over at him through her eyelashes.

“Thanks Eddie…I really needed this.”

“No problem Hops, what are friends for?”

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Three hours into the night and 2 and a half joints later the food was long gone, Eddie having devoured most of it, and the pair found themselves sat on the floor, surrounded by empty beer cans scattered papers and dices as Eddie tried but failed to get her to set up her character sheet correctly, both a giggling high mess, slumped over each other, yelling as if they were practically on top of each other.

“So wait, why can’t I change my intelligence score then?!”

“You already rolled for it, it’s set!”

“You said and I quote ‘Dungeons & Dragon is a fantastic fantasy tabletop game where anything is possible!’ You said I could be anything I want Eddie! I don't want my character to be a dumbass!”

“There are ruuuuules!”

“You said anything!”

“I already let you be a weird mutant ninja turtle hybrid druid healer. I can’t keep doing this with you!”

“Don’t forget they’re banging Kas too!”

“They’ve never even met Kas!”

“Anything Eddie!”

“Jesus fucking christ.” he laughed out loud as he threw his head back, one ringed hand on his chest over his heart, the other gripping one holding his forehead before he dropped it down, gripping one of her thick thighs as her legs lay draped over his lap.

Coming down from her giggle fit she became hyper aware of his heavy hand resting dangerously close to her lap. Quick flashes of hard freckle lined blue eyes and black oozing blood filled her brain as her scar tingled again. To no fault of Eddie’s she started to feel uncomfortable being touched and with the close proximity she just now realized they shared and stiffened, tempted to tuck her legs back under herself.

Feeling her stiffness he immediately pulled back, and began fidgeting with his rings as he watched her pull her knees to her chest.

“Shit I’m sorry, I-I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything.”

“N-no it’s ok Eddie.”

An awkward almost sobering silence filled the air as the pair separated before anyone spoke up again.

“I shouldn’t have-“

“I’m sorry-“

Both began at the same time, the pair chuckled as Eddie nodded to her, letting her go first.

She sighed heavily trying to think of how she could explain everything to him without really explaining everything to him? She knew she couldn’t really go into detail about what actually went down during the summer of 85, with her dad and with…Billy… but after what just happened she felt like she owed him something, even if it was just part of the truth.

“I’m sorry Eddie, this is totally my fault.”

“No it’s-“

“No, I just- shit.“ she sighed, rubbing her forehead as she felt a headache coming on.

“Hey,” Eddie said, reaching out, he hesitated before putting his hand over hers on her lap, his thumb rubbing over her knuckles gently comforting her “it’s ok.”

“I’ve never told anyone about this but back last summer,” she said, her doe eyes meeting his equally large ones.

“It got really complicated with Billy, like really complicated.” she didn’t want to go into full details about the upside down, her sister El or about the whole thing with the mind flayer but she needed him to know, needed to stress to him how serious what went down really was.

“You and…Hargrove?” He sounded almost…upset, she noted “Seriously? That guy’s a grade A-“

“Shitbag I know.” She chuckled “Well long story short, he really fucked me over last year.” She picked up the rest of their last joint, lighting it and taking a hit before passing it to Eddie.

“I shouldn’t have trusted him but…I did and I got burned for it…literally.” She lifted her top up just below her bra, it was faint but it was there, a twisted scar that would never fade no matter how much she scrubbed at it.

“Jesus did he-“ Eddie’s eyes were fixated on it, his hands twitched to reach out and soothe over it with his fingers. “Did he hurt you?”

“Not on purpose but yeah… he did…really bad.”

“Hops…”

“I don’t even know why I liked the guy honestly! He wasn’t even really my type!” She laughed bitterly, tears were starting to well up in her eyes but she did her best to hold them back.

“You gotta type?” Eddie joked softly trying to lighten the mood some, but he couldn’t lie to himself, the thought of Billy being in any proximity to her still left a bitter taste in his mouth. If anyone he’d had thought she and Steve might’ve had…something given how close they were but that didn’t sit right with him either.

“Oh yeah.”

“Well what is it?”

“Nerdy metal heads that like d&d and smoke weed.”

Eddie almost choked as he felt a blush creep up his neck and settle on his cheeks.

“Well shit where’ve you been all my life.” He chuckled

“Here just…hiding I guess.”

“You know if you would’ve asked me out in high school I would’ve said yes.” Eddie said as he searched her face.

“Thanks for trying to be nice and all but you don’t wanna deal with my shit Eddie.” She said briefly looking up into his face before looking away again.

“Who says?”

“I’m not your type.”

“Well shit since you know me so well princess what exactly is my type?” He said leaning back on the couch as he crossed his arms over his chest with a playful pout that got a chuckle out of her.

“Not little fucked up black girls with trust issues and cops for parents.”

“You know I don’t give a shit about any of that shit right?”

“And for the record I always thought you were like a total babe.” He chuckled rubbing the back of his neck nervously as he admitted this,“had the biggest fucking crush on you in high school. I was just too chicken shit to do anything about it.”

“Really?” She leaned in even closer to him if that were possible.

“Oh yeah.”

“Can I tell you something Eddie?”

“Anything you want Hops.”

She looked down, biting at her thumbnail nervously before looking back at him again. She wasn’t sure at first about telling him but when she looked back into his warm dark brown eyes she instantly felt the tension in her muscles melt away, she knew without a doubt she could trust him.

“Don't laugh at me alright?”

“Wouldn't even dream of it.” Once again he placed his hand over his heart, as he smiled down at her, causing her cheeks to burn with a blush.

“I-uh god this is stupid” she sighed rubbing at her forehead as she laughed at herself. “I’ve uh never actually y’know- done it or anything really before.”

“Anything? Like at all? Not even touching y-”

“Not really.”

“I mean you’re not like saving yourself or anything like that are you?” he chuckled nervously, he didn’t know if it was the weed or the topic of the conversations but the room was steadily becoming stifling to him.

“Nah just- not the right time or person I guess?”

“It’s not like I don't want to or like I’m waiting for this magical fairytale moment or anything I just-I don’t know I just haven’t.” The room was become

One equally as hot to her as she let the flannel slip off of one shoulder to cool her down some, she didn’t miss how Eddie’s gazed lingered on the skin of her shoulder. “Maybe I’m just like broken or something.”

“Nah there's nothing wrong with you Hops, you’re perfect.” Eddie snapped back quickly a little too enthusiastically.

“I could help you y’know.”

“What?”

“If you really wanted to, no pressure or anything!” He shot back quickly not wanting her to think that’s all he wanted from her, the last thing he wanted was for her to think he was some kind of…well freak, at least so early in the night, “but I-uh I could help you with that if you really wanted me to.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah anything you want just say the word and I’m yours.”

Inching closer she tested the waters by kissing at his cheeks, which she noticed upon closer inspection were lightly freckled, before she crashed her lips onto his, instantly silencing any negative thoughts he was starting to have about what they were doing.

When she pulled away, Eddie’s eyes briefly flickered down to her lips, slightly swollen from the kiss, before meeting her dark eyes again pupils blown wide. He reached up to brush her cheeks with his fingers, thumb tracing over her bottom lip before Eddie smashed his lips back to hers, heavy and needy, the force almost knocking her onto her back on the floor had she not caught herself first.

His heavily ringed hands reached out to her neck, his large hand almost entirely encircling it as he palmed at her. Giving it a gentle squeeze his hand slid downward palming at her chest through her shirt drawing out a low moan as his other hand gripped at her thighs and hips practically dragging her into his lap as their mouths molded into one another.

“Eddie, I'm too heavy.” She pulled away from his kiss, moving to get off of him.

“Nah baby you’re perfect. Just the right size for me.” He said, dragging his hands up and down her ass to grind her down onto him so she could feel him.

“Thick thighs save lives or some shit like that right?”

“Please stop talking.” She laughed lightly through a moan, grinding herself on his lap to get some type of friction as they continue to make out against the couch

“God Eddie,you’re so pretty.” She said, pulling away and smiling warmly down at him, peppering small kisses all around his face.

“I think that’s supposed to be my line princess.” Eddie smiles as he licks and nips at her lips and neck, continuing to draw out cute little noises from her as he dragged his nose along her pulse, cherry almond and cocoa butter filling his nostrils.

God he loved how she smelled.

As he resumed distracting her with her neck, no doubt leaving marks for everyone to see tomorrow, his hands returned to their assault on her chest, one pulling the red flannel off of her shoulders before burying itself under her shirt, rubbing at her hard nipples under her bra.

He slowly trails his other hand down her chest and stomach, causing goosebumps to raise on her skin, until he finally dips his other hand into her pants softly rubbing at her clothes mound before finally slipping it underneath her underwear, cupping her pussy for a moment before he curls two fingers running them between her folds, getting them slick and wet before pushing in just his middle finger. She shivers at the new sensation moaning into his mouth as she kisses him again.

“Easy baby.” he smiled as he pulled away, his lips red and puffy, “I got you.” he groaned deeply as he started moving his hand, his finger gently dragging itself in and out of her tight little hole.

“Tell me if it’s too much.” He slowly picks up his rhythm, pumping and curling his fingers into her.

“Oh, fuuuuuck.”

“That’s it.” He hums as he moves his thumb to circle her clit. He continued his actions, completely coating his finger before adding a second one,coaxing her open for him. She whimpers and squirms in his arms incoherently as her first orgasm washes over her making her arch into him, burying her face into his warm neck and inhaling his scent.

“You’re doing so good for me baby.” He said not letting up on his ministrations, determined to draw another one out of her, while she was still reeling from the first.

She was done for, gasping and jerking her hips uncontrollably as she rocked into him, she grabbed at his wrist to stop him from moving. Her little cunt feeling overly sensitive from being worked over by Eddie’s eager fingers.

“You good?” He asked, placing a kiss to the crown of her head, then resting his forehead to hers silently searching her face for any sign of wanting to stop.

She hummed a “Mm-hm,” with her eyes closed, a blissed out smile resting on her pretty round cheeks as he pecked her lips again. “So good.”

“Still with me?”

“Still with you baby.” He smiled at the nickname pulling his hand out from her pants.

“Good.”

Pulling his vest and leather coat off, Eddie was quick to tear his hellfire shirt from his body, his companion doing the same with her own shirt and her pants as he took a hair tie from his wrist and pulled his hair back in a low bun. Just as he was about to ask her if she was ok to keep going he felt a pair of warm hands brushing along his happy trail as they fumbled his belt.

“What are you doing?” He asked as he grabbed her hands and held them to his chest as he kissed her again, he almost didn’t want to pull away from her ever again.

“Returning the favor,” she said her voice trembling nervously “I mean unless you’re not into doing that and kissing which I totally get-“ she rambled on as he grinned at her nervousness and pulled her even closer, her arms draping over his shoulder playing with his loose curls as she spoke

“Believe me babe there’s absolutely nothing I want more than that but I just might explode here if you do so rain check?” he asked, running his hands up and down her sides as he ground his pelvis into hers, hard, pulling a moan from her.

“R-rain check,” she agreed breathlessly.

Before she could get another word in he scooped her up in his arms, maneuvering down the hall like he lived there, before kicking open her bedroom door. Dropping her down on the mattress he tumbled down with her, both giggling still high from the weed, as his lips immediately reconnected with her without missing a beat.

His hands almost immediately found her hips as they began to grind into each other again as they made out. As his skill fingers dragged down her stomach to her core he could feel her shivering at his touch.

“You’re definitely sure you wanna do this?” He asked one one time as he stopped himself from pulling off her underwear, he had to be sure before he did anything else he’d hate for her to regret any of this.

Before he could ask again she sat up taking her bra and underwear off herself, leaving herself on full display for Eddie’s hungry eyes.

“Holy shit.”

“I don’t think I'd be comfortable doing this with anybody else, Eddie.” She said, peeking up at him through his lashes again. If he wasn’t hard enough before he was damn near rock solid now.

Wasting no time he tore the rest of his clothes off at damn near neck break spread before climbing back on top of her before attaching himself to her neck again. Licking his way down he sucked at her nipples and licked at her scar and stomach before stopping at her pussy. Eddie looked up at her one last time as if asking for permission before he attached his mouth to her clit licking and sucking gently with his eyes closed savoring the sounds she was making as he ate her.

She threw her head back as he started rubbing at her folds, but not yet entering her. She was so soft and wet under his skilled hands, and was letting out the prettiest noises he’s ever heard, he couldn’t believe it was all for him. She was a complete mess under him, as he pushed his fingers inside again, fucking her with them, almost making her cum right as his mouth continued its assault on her swollen clit.

Feeling her walls starting to spasm as her legs began to tremble, he knew she was close, and he be damned if he didn’t get her there one more time before they actually fucked. Curling and pumping his fingers in and out Eddie devoured her like he was a starved man and she was his last meal.

He lapped at her a few more times, flicking her sensitive bundle of nerves one last time as she gushed around his fingers, coating her thighs and his face in her as she wailed, tears falling from the corners of her eyes making his dick twitch.

If it were possible Eddie would be content to live out the rest of his days smothering himself between her thighs making her shake and scream till she saw stars but the lack of friction was starting to get to him. Grabbing his dick he pumped it a few times with his soaked hand, the tip already sticky and bright red from the lack of attention.

“Eddie please – please,” she sobbed, “need more—” fat tears were still falling and it took everything in him not to lick them away.

“Fuck! I need more!”

“Look at you” he chuckled, turning her head to look at him as he leaned over her his hair starting to come loose from his low bun. “All worked up and cryin’ for me” he smiled as he kissed her deeply, biting at her bottom lip and neck hard.

“God you’re so pretty,” he moaned, grabbing himself in his hand. He wrapped his other hand around her throat again, it was taking every ounce of self control left in him not to squeeze and start to choke her out as he fucked her, that’d have to wait until the next time, this time it was completely about her.

“If you need me to stop, you tell me ok?” she nodded as she sniffled, wrapping her arms around his neck to bring him back to her, pressing her chest to his as she nipped at his and kissed at his nose and lips.

He kisses her as he lines himself up and pushes just the tip in, gently thrusting it in and out a few times, coaxing her open before pushing himself in further and further until he’s completely stretching her open on his cock. The stretch burned but felt oh so good at the same time it practically drew another sob from her chest.

“Oh shit,” he chokes out, putting his face back down to her neck as he squeezed his eyes shut, one arm propping himself up on his elbow the other wrapping around her throat tenderly before he dragged it down to grip her hip. His vision damn near blurred as her cunt squeezed him so incredibly tight like a vice, if he focused on it too much he felt like he was going to burst, she felt so much better than anything he could’ve imagined.

“You ok?” He panted as he looked into her eyes, scanning her face for any sign of discomfort as he let her adjust to him, his grip tightening on her hip as he ground into her, causing a whole new wave of arousal to gush out of her spamming cunt. A hard gasp flowed from her parted lips as she looked down at where they were joined together then back up to his face through her wet lashes, her pupils blown just as wide as his.

“Feels so good Eddie.” She praised running her hands down his back to grab at his ass before biting his bottom lip. He groaned and kissed her hard, their teeth almost hitting each other’s.

“You’re gonna be the death of me baby.”

Hiking her legs up higher on his waist Eddie wasted no time getting right to the fucking point.

First he started out gently, testing the waters to see if she was ready to handle more, after a few pleas to go harder or faster Eddie

“Please don’t stop” she gasped, screwing her eyes shut, barely able to form her words into a sentence at this point.

“Anything you want, pretty girl.” He pants shifting his weight so he can hit at a different angle, his hand leaving its spot on her hip and grabbing ahold of her neck and squeezing, the cold of his rings biting into her overheated skin.

“Christ!" She gasped again, gripping at his back, leaving angry red lines in their wake, his hand squeezing even tighter at her throat making her sound hoarse. He was hitting right where she needed him to. He was hitting a spot so deliciously deep and so good that she was practically babbling not knowing whether it was pain or pleasure she was feeling or even both.

"You can take it." he grunts, picking up his pace, by now the bed was squeaking on its box spring, the headboard leaving small dents on the wall behind it. “I know you can baby, You feel so fucking good” sweat now visible on his chest and dripping down his back from exertion.

“Such a good girl for me,” He whined “So fucking sweet.”

“Almost baby,”

“Eddie!”

“I know baby,” he panted, as she continued to chant his name like it was a prayer and he was some sort of deity. He was starting to lose his stride as he kept pounding into her while his thumb rubbed tight quick circles on her clit. The angle, and brutal pace was almost crippling; she really couldn’t hold back the tears now.

“Shit!” she screamed, that was the only warning Eddie got as her pussy clenched and spasmed around him, milking him so hard that she sent him over the edge right there with her. He groaned deep and loud into her neck as he dropped down on her, the sound echoing in her ears and through her chest, nearly making her cum again before her previous orgasm even ended.

It took a good few minutes for the pair to steady their breathing and even longer for Eddie to finally roll from off of her to his back on the bed, pulling out as he did so causing her to whine weakly.

“Holy shit.” She panted as she snuggled up into his chest, her arm trailing up his stomach before tracing over his tattoos on his chest playing with the little hairs that were around it. Eddie leaned down to kiss the crown of her head before wrapping his arm around her, covering them both with her discarded sheets with the other as the room cooled.

“I think it’s badass by the way” he finally said after a long silence, his fingers dancing up and down her side.

“What?” She asked hoarsely, her voice still gone from being choked.

“Your scar…it makes you look badass, like some cool Druid warrior princess.”

“Yeah?” She chuckled, resting her chin on his chest with a smile as she looked up at him.

“Yeah man, my girlfriend is totally badass.” He smiled down at her, lowering his head to capture her lips in a sweet soft kiss.

“Girlfriend huh?” She grinned as they separated, liking the sound of that.

“I know we did this kinda ass backwards but yeah I wanna take you out. Go to a concert, maybe get some burgers and shakes after then go make out at skull rock.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her pulling a laugh from her chest.

“I’m game. What kinda concert did you have in mind, Casanova?”

“Anything you want, baby.”

“How bout this really cool band I’ve been hearing about, Corroded Coffin, they play at this place called the Hideout on Tuesdays, I hear the lead guitarist is super hot.” Eddie couldn’t help the huge ass grin that spread across his face at her words.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, how bout it? We could go out for burgers after and maybe if you're lucky we might end up back here again.”

“You got yourself a date, Hops.”

“It’s a date.” She said leaning up to kiss his soft pink lips one more time.

a/n: yeah I’m a whore for the vampire Kas/Eddie theory even if it ends up not being true 9/10 I’m probably gonna run with it in all my stuff for him. Also thank you sm @huffle-pissed and @honeybee-reverie for helping me with this! 🥺

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Heat Up

Pairing :: Rick Flag x short/petite fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, NSFW/SMUT, Size Kink

Word Count :: 2,439

Summary :: Rick isn’t too happy Digger tries to tease you

A/N :: I was gonna make a fic about someone else, but then I saw The Suicide Squad trailor and goddamn Joel Kinnaman. I love that tall beautiful bastard. Also, I’m not super happy about the title, but it was all I could come up with, meh

As Amanda Waller’s assistant, you had to deal with a lot daily. It wasn’t just about making sure she got her black coffee right when she walked into the building and managing her scheduled meetings. You had to ensure everything, and one, was in order for her. If someone told you they were running late, you forced them to be on time. You carefully inspected each report and corrected them before turning them into Waller. You got her any top-secret document she needed and kept it hidden. Hell, you even helped her with Task Force X, going through the list of criminals and writing down a thorough analysis of each potential member’s abilities.

Despite working for a woman who was heartless and calculating, you were as timid as a mouse. You rarely spoke to others unless you needed to. After working for Waller for several years, you found it best not to make any personal relationships with the people you met. She warned you most didn’t last very long and very few could be trusted.

One person who had stuck around though and  Waller seemed to even trust Colonel Rick Flag. You two started working for her around the same time, and yet, you could barely hold a conversation with the man. 

When you first met him, you constantly felt overwhelmed whenever you were left alone with him. It didn’t help that he appeared rather intimidating, with a serious expression almost always on his face, and towered over you. He was 6’2’’, and even in your favorite pumps, which added a good three inches to your height, you were still, smaller than him in frame.

However, regardless of your inability to speak around him, he continuously tried to start conversations with you and be friendly towards you. His constant attempts helped you grow used to him, but your face always heated up and you grew ridged when he got too close when you were alone. You didn’t understand the feeling, nor did you didn’t hate the feeling. It confused you.

-

Rick was absolutely perplexed by your meek behavior, especially since he’d witness before how assertive you could get when it came to getting something done for your shared boss. 

So it was no wonder he worried about you whenever Waller brought you along to see the Task Force X members. They were psychotic criminals, and you were like a slab of meat to some of them. You almost always wore a skirt or dress with a pair of pumps or oxford flats. Rick would be lying if he said you didn’t look perfect every hour of the day. 

He used to wonder if you were actually as innocent as you acted outside of work. Then, he saw you run as fast as you possibly could when Harley tried to give you what she called ‘wholesome safe dating advice’.

Since then, Rick did his best to make sure you were at least arm’s length away from any psycho. He even went as far as stepping right in front of you when someone got too close. Somehow, standing either beside you or a bit in front of you had become a habit of his when he noticed you were uncomfortable. 

Like now.

-

Waller sent you and Rick to a hidden ARGUS base hidden in the woods. Rick was obviously there to lead the team. You were there to give them their mission and an extensive overview.

There was a row of chairs for each Task Force X member to sit in. You stood in front of them with a large screen behind you, displaying various diagrams and photos for the mission. Rick stood off to the side, just behind all the seated members.

You looked away from your presentation, the projector turning off and the lights on. “So, are there any questions?”

Harley’s hand shot up. “Did you want me to continue giving you dating advice now or would you prefer I write it all down and give it to you later?”

Your eyes squinted and your lips curved downward just a bit. “What- no. That has nothing to do with the missions and I don’t need your advice…” Your voice trailed off, at a loss on how to deal with Harley.

Rick took a step forward. “Harley, stop it,” He warned her.

The blonde rolled her eyes. “Fine, but only because I think someone has a major crush on you (Y/N) and I wanna see if he makes a move.”

You were silent for a moment, processing what she had said before your eyes widened upon realization. Surprised, you couldn’t stop yourself from confirming what you had heard. “What did you say?”

“Nothing!” She sang, springing up from her seat.

“Hold on, now I’m interested too,” Floyd chimed in. “Now just who do you think it is that has a crush on lil ol’ (Y/N). I mean, no offense,” He glanced at you before turning his head back to Harley, “but she’s too skittery.”

Digger hopped up from his seat, shaking his head. “Nah mate, that adds on to her appeal.”

He started walking towards you and instinctively you started to back away until your back was against the wall. As he was getting closer, Digger’s hand started to extend, reaching out for you.

“See, it makes it fun to try and catch her.”

You shut your eyes, ready to scream the second he dared touching you. Instead of feeling what you thought would be cold dirty fingers, you heard Digger begin to plead.

“Woah! I was only joking around! Let me go!”

Eyes now wide, you saw Rick hoisting the Aussie up in the air by the collar of his shirt. If looks could kill, Digger’s head would be gone. 

“What are the rules?” He asked in a cold tone.

“No escaping and no disobeying,” Digger said quickly.

“Oh! Also no annoying or vexing you!” Harley added.

Rick still held Digger up. “And?”

Confused, Digger looked at Floyd for help who nodded his head towards you. “And-and no touching or teasing (Y/N)?”

Rick released Digger, throwing him towards the door. “Everyone out. We leave at zero one hundred hours.”

All of the criminals walked out of the room. Rick followed to make sure the door was closed once they were out, and locked the door.

You stepped away from the wall, straightening out your black pencil skirt. “Thank you for earlier Colonel Flag.”

“Rick. We’re alone,” He corrected you.

Around others at work, you addressed each other professionally: Colonel Flag and Ms. (L/N). Alone, Rick had started trying to get you used to calling him his name to be more comfortable around him.

“Right, thank you, Rick.”

You were about to clean up and reorganize your notes when you noticed Rick still seemed upset. He had the same annoyed expression he had when the criminals were around and his arms were crossed over his chest.

You cocked your head to the side. “Is something wrong?”

“What were you going to do?” He started walking forward.

“Pardon?”

“What were you going to do if he touched you?”

Your brows furrowed. Why was he asking this?  “Most likely yell at him and push him away.”

“And then?”

“And then what?” Now, you were starting to get annoyed.

Rick stopped a foot away from you, eyes piercing down at you. “What if he didn’t stop?”

“He wouldn’t dare continue.”

“How do you know?”

“Because you’ll keep me safe.”

Quickly, you realized what you said and turned your head to avoid his gaze. With a blush creeping onto your cheeks, your heart started to beat faster when he took one step closer to you.

Rick gently grabbed your chin with his thumb and index, turning your head to face him. You looked up at him with your large (E/C) eyes and that odd tingling feeling started up.

“What if I’m not there to keep you safe?”

“You always are.”

Like a flip was switched, Rick suddenly knew why he constantly wanted to make sure you were always alright. You worked for a harsh realist like Waller, but still naively believed good always prevailed. He wanted to make sure you never lost the blissful joy most did when they faced the harsh reality of the world.

His head lowered towards yours until his lips were pressed softly against yours. It was a simple kiss at first. Rick was unsure of how far he could go until you gently returned the kiss. Your hands went up to his chest and he lowered to your waist to pull you closer.

Wrapped in his arms, the odd tingling feeling turned into a warm little flame. You wanted to stay held like this forever. 

When he pulled away, you lightly gripped his shirt and tugged. “Rick, I want more.”

“Are you sure, because it might be sweet now, but if we keep going-”

Without letting him finish, you pressed another kiss against his lips. Again, you two sweetly kissed for a few minutes. Then, you felt one of his hands lower down to the round of your ass. A small gasp escaped you upon being lifted, your legs wrapped around him for support. Your skirt bunched up revealing your thighs as a result.

Rick pulled away from your lips, begging to trail down kisses to your neck.

You knew what you two were doing, more importantly, where, was inappropriate. Though with your mind clouded, you didn’t care. You only wanted to make sure you two wouldn’t be disrupted.

“The-the door,” Your murmured,

“Already taken care of,” He said, lips pressed against your neck.

Rick started walking slowly, carrying you over to the row of chairs. Before he took a seat, he put you back down on your feet.

Suddenly, the world spun and you were now seated on his lap, back pressed firmly against his chest. His arms hugged you close to him while he continued to kiss your neck.

Due to your skirt bunched up, you could feel his denim jeans below you. With heat growing in you, without thinking, you started to move your hips in his lap.

A small chuckle left him. One of his arms released its hold on you to start trailing up and down the side of your thigh. “Is this why you’re always so tense when we’re alone?” His hand moved to your inner thigh, coming closer to your core.

Your hands shot up to cover your blushing face. Was this why? You never quite understood why before, but it was starting to make sense now.

Rick’s other hand pulled your hands down. When he wrapped his arm around you again, he made sure to keep your arms down as well so you couldn’t hide your face.

“Come on now, don’t be shy. It’s just us.”

“Mmm!”

You bit your lip feeling him begin to rub your clit through your damp panties. You started to squirm a bit, a clear bulge forming and pressing up against you. He pushed the fabric to the side, inserting only one finger. You moaned softly, your legs spreading open and welcoming him. 

Rick pushed in his one finger as deep as he could before pulling it completely out and sticking it back in. This time, his finger curved in you and you felt your cunt tighten. When it did, he stuck a second finger in you. His fingers pumped at a consistent pace, and you kept your moans at a low volume. 

You could feel his hardened erection through his jeans pressing firmly against you now. With his fingers still pumping, you started moving your hips along to feel his covered length.

Rick let out a quiet curse, the tightness of his jeans too much. He let go of his hold on you to unbuckle his pants and release his cock.

“I tried to get you ready, but,” He pulled his fingers out completely, both hands now gripping your hips and lifting you up, “this might still hurt a bit.”

He started lowering you down on him and your eyes widened once he had gotten just the head of his dick in. The further he pushed in, the more pain you felt, your eyes growing glossy as a result. He lowered you until you were seated on him again and he was fully filling you up.

You could feel your pussy aching and tightening around him, never being filled up this much before.

“Christ you have a tight little cunt,” Rick gritted out.

Honestly, he surprised himself you managed to take all of him in, but he knew you were in pain. He wanted to give you time to adjust to his length, even if your clenching walls were driving him mad. Though, you could tell by his tight grip on your hips, staying still was driving him mad.

To distract yourself from the pain, you turned your head back to look up at him and pulled him down for another kiss. This time, his tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring the wet space.

During the kiss, you finally started bouncing up and down in his lap. He helped guide you, keeping you at a steady pace. 

With your tight pussy squeezing around him, Rick couldn’t keep the pace you had set. He started thrusting his pelvis up and moved you down on him faster. Eventually, you were no longer in any control while he fucked you. Then, he pulled you out completely and rammed back into you, slamming you down.

“Rick!” You screamed, a sensitive spot now hit.

He did it again and again, your screams growing louder each time he hit your sweet spot. 

Each of your breaths was growing heavier, and his fast pace was now ragged. He hit you once more and your head fell back against his chest, a loud moan leaving your lips. Your cunt clenching and finally releasing around him.

With just a few more thrusts, Rick’s hips bucked into you and he held you still for one moment so he could cum inside you. You felt his cock pulse with each hot spurt in you, causing a shiver. 

After, he moved you only a few more times slowly for you each to ride out your climaxes. Once done, he pulled you off of him and stood up.

Rick wrapped an arm around your shoulder, holding you close to him as you each steadied your breathing.

“So, I take it you’ll start acting normal now when we’re alone?” He asked you.

“I’ll probably heat up thinking about this.”

“I’m fine with that too.”

[stellocchia]

I think it's been more than two months since I pushed my "Wilbur is remembered far more competent than he is" agenda in your asks.

So let's rectify that, shall we?

Wilbur is pretty fucking incompetent. He's never been that amazing charismatic smooth talker we characterize him as (not that I'm not absolutely behind that too)

Like. Who did he ever successfully smoothtalk? The Lmanbergians? None of them were ever hesitant to join from the very beginning and Eret betrayed them pretty easily when Dream manipulated them.

Techno? Techno wanted to join them, he was the one who reached out to them. There was no convincing needed and Wilbur never convinces Techno of anything Techno wasn't already willing to do by himself.

Dream? Definitely not during the revolution and Dream's support during Pogtopia was Dream following his own agenda, not being influenced by Wilbur in any way.

He couldn't even get Quackity to let him into Las Nevadas.

Nah, the only person Wilbur ever smooth talked is TommyInnit. The fucking powerhouse of this cell. And even that's not completely true. Tommy hasn't been convinced by Wilbur of anything since the very beginning of the Lmanberg revolution. Not during Pogtopia. And not even now (it's not smooth talking if it's just exploiting mental exhaustion and trauma and all that. Tommy isn't convinced of what they're doing.)

Really. Not even Tommy, per se.

He just got Tommy extremely loyal and attached to him.

And honestly, that's all he needs.

You don't need to have influence over everyone, you just need to have strong influence over the right person.

And that's what Wilbur had and has.

Wilbur's accomplishments are just pretty much him having a vision and Tommy throwing himself at it to make it come true.

Wilbur had the idea for L'manberg but Tommy was the one leading the troops. Tommy was the one who negotiated for their independence and got it when Wilbur was negotiating their surrender. Tommy was the one who FOR NO REASON built the escape tunnel they escaped through when Dream blew up L'manberg and he was the one who built the lil panic room at the end. Tommy was the one who's home became the embassy to L'manberg (something Wilbur very much pressured and kinda manipulated him into btw. I'm never not gonna mention that lil detail when the embassy comes up)

Wilbur had the idea and stood around looking pretty. My guy literally stood around looking pretty, without armor, during battles. Just. I love him.

And let's not forget that Tommy was fckin great at being the general. The SMP was so much better equipped and still, L'manberg was kinda winning. To the extend that Dream saw the need for TnT (which was hidden) and the betrayal through Eret (which was hidden)

Dream felt the need to pull two deceitful moves to keep if not even gain the upper hand.

If I'm not mixing stuff up here, correct me if I'm wrong.

And stuff like the tunnel weren't even expected of Tommy. My boy just thought of that on his own and did it on his own. Noone knew it existed. Noone expected it to exist.

After independence Wilbur is implied to have been leading but he generally wasn't around too much. Tommy was keeping order in the more face to face kinda way. He tried to navigate people's personal conflicts and make sure things didn't escalate and just. He did so well.

And Pogtopia? Oh, Pogtopia.

It's a bit more difficult here, since they were no longer on exactly the same side and goals are more muddled but still.

(and I want to make it clear that I'm in no way trying to shame Wilbur for mental health issues or anything. This isn't about that. I'd never fucking even imply that)

Tommy kept morale high. He made sure that other people were fine, when there was a chance. He tried to reassure Wilbur when Wilbur was spiraling, he asked Tubbo if he was happier, he told Tubbo to be safe, he recruited Quackity when he saw the chance while making sure that Quackity's intentions were sincere enough (he didn't just naively offer Quackity a place in Pogtopia and risk it being a trap).

He avoided any kind of destruction to L'manberg as much as possible.

He rallied people.

Really, his one actual flaw was not "turning" on Wilbur. His unwillingness to give up on him or even just incapacitate him or limiting his ability to act as he wanted was what ended up costing him everything. His unwillingness to interfere with Wilburs plans beyond talking to him and threatening him with a crossbow that one time ended up making the 16th possible. And he can hardly be blamed for that.

And Wilbur, during Pogtopia... Well... Nobody liked him, he made everyone uncomfortable and most people just kinda tolerated him because... Yeah...

Without Tommy troop morale would have been abysmal thanks to Wilbur. He constantly put himself and his side down, labeling them as villains and thus morally inferior. He pitted his own people against each other, spread paranoia between his people. No communication or actually planning involving other people. Still refused to wear armor.

And don't get me wrong, that's the point. He wasn't on their side. Obviously Tommy added more to their victory, Wilbur didn't want their victory. But still I just wanna praise my boy Tommy, he was. So amazing. Boy fucking peaked.

He's so good in tactical warfare or whatever you call it.

And I wanna just make it clear that this isn't criticism of Wilbur. Not at all. This isn't criticism at all. This is just about the big fanon perception of Wilbur as this great and mature leader.

Tbh this is actually more about showing people how amazing Tommy was and PLEASE I WANT FICS TO HAVE TOMMY BE MORE OF AN EFFECTIVE POWERHOUSE

Regarding my former ask I just wanted to clarify again that I'm not trying to critique Wilbur or anything.

It's really just that I think it's hilarious how people remember him as way more put together and competent than he really was.

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Yeah, honestly one of the biggest disservice people have done to c!Tommy in this fandom is fail to portray him as the badass general that he actually was. Like, sure, Wilbur's title was as "general", but he never did anything for it. He gave a few speeches, but then the work was left up to Tommy. Like, genuinely, rewatch the Eret betrayal vod, Wilbur says it openly that he's leaving it in Tommy's hands. And Tommy does manage to lead his troops into an advantageous position! They get their enemies to retire at one point during the very first battle!

Then, of course, there is the betrayal, but, once again, Tommy didn't give up. He built the tunnel for their scuffed escape beforehand and, when everyone was just about ready to give up, he went against Dream in a duel and then traded the discs for their independence without loosing a beat.

Tommy was a BIG asset during that war!

Wilbur mostly was and still is kind of a wreak. And it's not his fault, 'cause mental health is an absolute bitch and he wasn't doing too hot after the war, then it got worse with Pogtopia and even worse during the 13 years in Limbo. And now we are where we are now with Wilbur being... not a great individual.

But still! In Pogtopia Tommy was the de-facto leader. And yeah, that was because Wilbur wasn't on their side anymore, but they didn't entirely know that. Or didn't wanna see that.

Tommy himself was hoping that Wilbur would "come back around" if he managed to get back their country. That was a big motivator for him. And he did everything that was in his power to do to not lose either Wilbur or L'Manburg. He tried talking to Wilbur multiple times, tried persuading him that there was another way, he never bought into Wilbur's ideals, he recruited people and he lead the troops once again. It wasn't Techno that lead the troops (despite him being a much better fighter) it was Tommy. And once everything was exploded and Techno and Wilbur betrayed them? Well he kept encouraging people. Literally I'm begging everyone to watch that vod! Tommy was there at every step of the way, telling Niki that it wasn't over, telling Quackity to keep fighting and, after that, you know who was there to validate Tubbo's presidency? To rally people behind him? It wasn't Tubbo. Tommy gathered everyone by the L'Mantree and got their spirits high once again.

He is just genuinely amazing.

And, like, yeah now Wilbur managed to manipulate Tommy to an extent to be by his side. But that's not that much of an accomplishment anymore because Tommy has just been through so much that he's exhausted now, as you said. Like, remember when Tommy said he wanted to be on Wilbur's side because "he gets things done"? Well, I'm still waiting to see that one honestly...