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Peonies ; part five
Pairing: Theo Nott x Fem!Reader
Summary: Everything is a mess after Mattheo visits the infirmary.
Word Count: 3833
Warnings: Unrequited love. The chapter is just full on angst, honestly. Mentions of drugging? Y/n is used once. Let me know if there’s more!
A/N 💌 This is short and mainly focuses on Mattheo, but the next (and final!) chapter will be even more satisfying because of it. Even though a lot of you are mad at Mattheo, hopefully this makes up for it. As usual thank you to @moonpascal for reading and giving me feedback, I don't know what I'd do without you.
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“I don’t understand. He seemed fine when I left.” Theo mutters under his breath, his voice tense and barely audible over the sharp echo of your hurried footsteps bouncing off the stone walls as the three of you head to the infirmary.
“I don’t know,” Pansy sighs, her voice low and laced with frustration. “Everything seemed normal when I first got there, but then he just… snapped. It didn’t seem like anyone had said anything to set him off; everyone looked just as shocked as I was. He was so worked up—angry, completely irrational—that we all decided to take him to the infirmary. We thought maybe he’d hit his head or something.”
“But he didn’t.” You mutter, a sinking feeling settling in your stomach as Pansy’s words echo in your mind. A love potion. Veronica’s been giving him a love potion. The thought replays, each repetition tightening the knot in your chest.
“No. It didn’t take long for Madam Pomfrey to realize he’d been given a love potion. One so badly brewed that it’s been fucking with his emotions.”
Pansy shakes her head, her expression twisted in frustration. “Veronica came in, putting on her best worried girlfriend act. When I first confronted her about a love potion, she played innocent, swearing up and down she’d never hurt him because she ‘loved’ him.” Pansy scoffs, anger simmering in her eyes. “But after enough yelling, she finally admitted it. She’d been giving him a potion, and things only went wrong because she tried to make it stronger—his feelings had started shifting, and she couldn’t stand it.”
A wave of sickness washes over you—anger and frustration curling together in a tight knot. For a moment, you consider darting to the right, heading straight for the restrooms to lose control in private, but you force yourself to steady your breath. This isn’t the time to fall apart.
For a brief, unsettling moment, you wonder if that’s why he confessed his feelings for you—not because he meant it, but because of the love potion’s influence. The thought stirs something confusing and hollow inside you, but now isn’t the time to untangle it. As you step into the infirmary, nerves coil tight in your stomach, but Theo’s hand slips into yours giving a reassuring squeeze, soothing you. You’re grateful for the touch—it’s the only thing keeping your anxiety from overwhelming you entirely.
“How is he?” Pansy asks, her voice tense as she strides ahead of you and Theo, reaching out to take Blaise’s hand. Draco and Enzo are there too, still in their practice clothes, looking out of place in the sterile, quiet room. Madam Pomfrey is nowhere in sight, but your eyes immediately catch the vial on the table next to him—whatever it is, it’s been left there, untouched for now.
You glance at Draco, casually leaning against a pillar near Mattheo’s bed, and Enzo, perched on the edge of the bed parallel to him. Neither of them looks particularly worried, which eases some of the tension in your chest. In fact, Draco seems to be listening intently as Enzo quietly details the reasons he’s been feeling off about Veronica.
Then you finally allow your eyes to shift to the bed, where Mattheo lies back, his curls a wild tangle against the pillow. Dark circles shadow his eyes, and you can’t help but wonder if the love potion is to blame. His brow is furrowed, his gaze fixed on Enzo with a look of confusion, as though he’s struggling to piece something together.
“A little out of it,” Blaise says with a gentle smile, his eyes softening. “Pomfrey gave him something to counteract the potion.” He glances over Pansy’s head and spots you, offering a sympathetic smile your way. “He’s been asking for you.”
“I don’t know..” You trail off, your voice barely above a whisper, unsure of how Mattheo will react to seeing you. The last couple of months had clearly been tense and distant between you two—what was stopping him from starting another argument? The last thing he needed right now was more stress. But at the end of the day, he was your friend—he had been for years. What kind of friend would you be if you turned down his request to see you, especially when he asked for you specifically?
But it's too late to make a decision—Mattheo’s eyes shift, locking onto you. It’s immediate, the way he sits up slightly, his eyes brightening with recognition, and a loopy smile forming on his lips. “Hi, my love,” he says, his voice soft and warm as if nothing else matters in the room.
Draco and Enzo both turn their heads toward you and for a moment, you stand frozen, your lips parted as you scramble for the right words.
My love.
It’s hard to know how to respond to that, and your friends don’t seem any more certain, their eyes darting nervously toward Theo as they exchange uneasy glances.
You take a step forward, letting go of Theo’s hand as you approach the edge of Mattheo’s bed. A twinge of guilt runs through you as you release his hand, but you push it aside, not wanting Mattheo to see the two of you together yet. Not in this state.
“Hi,” you murmur, your voice soft. Theo watches as Mattheo pats the spot next to him, an unspoken plea in his gesture, hoping you’ll come and lie beside him. Theo prays—desperately—that you won’t, that you’ll stay exactly where you are. It already hurts more than he can bear to have you let go of his hand, but if you climb into bed with Mattheo, it’ll feel like you’ve ripped his heart from his chest. And the thought of Mattheo calling you ‘my love’—he can’t even bring himself to think about it.
“The love potion must still be lingering in his system,” Draco mutters, his gaze flicking toward Theo. “That explains why he’s been so jealous of you two. Veronica messed up the potion so badly, he ended up falling for Y/n instead.”
The rhythmic click of Madam Pomfrey’s shoes fills the room as she enters. “The effects of the love potion have worn off, Mr. Malfoy,” she says crisply, her voice professional. “Whatever he says now is simply how he truly feels.” With a swift movement, she places a bowl on the bedside table, setting a cool cloth on Mattheo’s forehead with a practical, “For the fever.”
Mattheo flinches at the shock of the cool, damp cloth on his forehead, shooting Madam Pomfrey an irritated look, which she ignores entirely.
“Fever?” Enzo questions, and she gives a swift nod.
“As I mentioned, the effects have worn off,” she explains, “but his body still needs time to purge the potion from his system, which is why he has a fever. It should break by morning, and he’ll be back to himself.”
Madam Pomfrey dips the cloth back into the water, preparing to place it on Mattheo’s forehead again, but he turns his head, ducking away. Her gaze shifts to you, and she extends the cloth with a small, knowing smile. “Perhaps it would be best if you handled this.”
Part of you wants to tell her you can’t. It feels wrong to tend to Mattheo, especially with Theo standing right there. A few months ago, you’d have agreed without a second thought. But things are different now—distant and messy in ways you don’t quite understand. Still, with Madam Pomfrey watching you so expectantly and now Mattheo’s gaze fixed intently on you, saying no feels impossible.
So, you step forward, taking the cloth from her hand before carefully settling onto the edge of his bed. Leaning in, you dab his forehead gently, your movements cautious and deliberate. Mattheo watches you intently, but you keep your gaze firmly on the task, avoiding his eyes as you work.
“You know,” Mattheo murmurs, his voice soft and a little slurred, “I think you’re perfect.” For a moment, you freeze, your eyes darting to meet his.
“Oh.” It’s all you manage, the word slipping out as you quickly refocus on dabbing his forehead, ignoring the warmth spreading through your veins. Embarrassment prickles over you, knowing your friends are standing there, their whispered reactions confirming they heard every word Mattheo said. But when you glance up and catch Theo’s expression, your heart sinks—he heard it too.
Theo meets your gaze, and you silently hope he understands—you’re sorry. Sorry that you’re the one Mattheo wants right now, and that if you could pass this task to Enzo, you would. But guilt tugs at you, knowing that Mattheo’s emotions have been chaotic because of the love potion. Could you truly hold his actions against him?
Mattheo’s fingers brush lightly against your wrist, drawing your attention back to him. His gaze is unwavering, soft with a raw vulnerability that you’ve rarely seen in him. “You’re so perfect,” He repeats. “And I’ve only ever wanted to be good enough for you.” His fingers brush against your skin, and you freeze—shock, guilt, and frustration rising within you. You swallow it all down, forcing yourself to keep calm as you murmur for him to rest, resuming your task of blotting his forehead.
Theo watches as you continue to take care of Mattheo, who continues to brush his fingers against your free hand as he looks up at you as if you’re the only girl he’s ever loved. A wave of nausea rises in Theo as he watches his best friend touch you, gaze at you as if you’re an angel—the girl he loves so fiercely it hurts. His jaw clenches, a subconscious effort to keep his mouth shut and prevent himself from snapping at Mattheo to keep his hands off you. He knows he has no right to be jealous—not when you were never truly his to begin with.
The thought hits him so hard and painfully that he feels like he can’t breathe. Without a word, he turns and walks out of the infirmary, and no matter how badly he wants to turn and look at you, he doesn’t.
.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。.
By the next morning, Mattheo is back to himself—at least, that’s what everyone’s been saying. Theo knows this because it’s all anyone can talk about. He’s not sure how the news spread so fast, but he’s willing to bet Pansy had something to do with it. Not intentionally, of course; he just knows she tends to speak loudly when she’s worked up, and he’s been aware of her suspicions about Veronica for months. You’d told him all about how Pansy had been convinced something was off with Veronica, but you hadn’t wanted to get into the details.
After spending the entire morning catching snippets of gossip, Theo decided the library would be his refuge for some peace and quiet. For a while, the back corner had offered him just that—until two girls settled on the other side of the bookshelf. Unfortunately, that meant he could hear every word they said, and it didn't take long for their chatter to break the silence he'd been craving.
“Did you hear about Mattheo Riddle?” An eager voice asked, accompanied by the screech of a chair being dragged out.
“You mean how his girlfriend slipped him a love potion?” Came the bored reply, the words dripping with indifference.
“Uh huh,” Theo pictures the first girl nodding. “I’m not surprised though.”
“Amelia,” The second voice sighed. “That’s an awful thing to say.”
“I just mean because even when he was with Veronica, he was still chasing after Y/n.” Theo feels his stomach drop, the urge to get up and leave washing over him. He starts to pack his bag, his movements quick and automatic, but then their next words slow his movements. He freezes, his hands stilling midair—he’s listening closely now.
“I thought she was dating Theo Nott.” The second girl speaks, her voice tinged with confusion, clearly already tired of the conversation.
“I think that’s just a rumor.” Amelia denies, and even though she's technically right, Theo feels a surge of defensiveness rise within him.
“Oh,” Girl two murmurs. “I could’ve sworn they were.”
Amelia hums, “No, I think she’ll end up with Mattheo.”
That pushes Theo into motion. He hastily stuffs everything into his bag, determination flooding through him, though his stomach twists with nerves. He has to tell you how he feels. He wants a chance—even if you choose Mattheo, at least he’ll never have to wonder what might have been between you two.
.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。.
When Theo finally spots you, he wishes he’d stayed in the library. You’re sitting on one of the couches, your back turned to him, but he can tell by the open book beside you—left unread—that you’ve long since lost focus. But that isn’t what bothers him.
No, the real problem is Mattheo, seated right beside you, facing you fully, his gaze intense and longing, “Please, love.”
“Mattheo—”
“If there’s even a part of you that feels something for me, just give me a chance,” Mattheo says, his voice low, edging closer to you. Theo’s stomach tightens as he watches. “I know I should’ve told you sooner—before any of this.”
“It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours,” you murmur, your eyes drifting to Mattheo. “I think you need to focus on resting, clearing your head before we can figure any of this out.”
“I’ve got a clear head, love,” he insists, his voice steady despite the weight of it all. You sigh, your gaze dropping for a moment.
“Honestly,” he continues, his words softer, “you’re the only thing I’ve ever been clear-headed about.”
You fall silent for a moment, your gaze fixed on the flickering flames in the fireplace. Theo watches Mattheo watch you, a quiet tension in the air. He’s thankful for the shadows that stretch across the room, hiding his frame, because if they didn’t, Mattheo would no doubt see him standing there.
Mattheo whispers your name, his voice heavy with longing and desperation, the sound so raw it nearly knocks Theo off balance—mirroring the same ache that's tearing through him. “If you were mine…” Mattheo pauses, his gaze locked on yours. “I swear, I’d never give you a reason to regret it.”
Theo fights the overwhelming urge to make himself known, to grab your hand and plead with you to choose him instead. He’d fall to his knees and beg if it meant even the slightest chance with you—though he knows you’d never have to ask. He’d do it willingly, without hesitation, dropping down and promising you the world if only you’d agree to be his.
He wants to tell you to remember these past few months, to think of last night’s kiss. To tell you he’s certain he fell in love with you the moment he saw you—that every vision he has of the future has you at the center of it.
But instead, he watches, a cold sense of dread settling in his chest, as you slowly reach out and intertwine your fingers with Mattheo’s. You don’t say anything, but it’s clear to him that words aren’t necessary—because at this moment, he realizes he has never stood a chance.
It was always going to be Mattheo.
It feels like a cruel echo of last night—that same sinking realization that no matter how hard he tries, he’ll never be what you want. It feels like he can’t get a proper breath in, so he turns and leaves, unwilling to stay and hear just how deeply your heart belongs to Mattheo.
He hadn’t seen your face, but if he had, he would’ve noticed the unease and discomfort in your expression as you turn to look at Mattheo, preparing yourself to turn him down as gently as possible.
“Mattheo, I can’t,” you whisper, your voice soft but steady as you squeeze his hand. The words come slowly, carefully, as if you’re afraid of shattering him. “I really can’t, and I’m sorry.”
He swallows hard, his jaw tightening as he looks away, frustration flickering in his eyes. When his gaze returns to you, it’s filled with a quiet vulnerability. “If I’d made a move… before all of this,” he asks softly, “would you have said yes?”
“Yes,” you admit softly. He sits up straighter, and you can already see the determination flickering in his eyes, ready to argue, ready to convince you. But you press on before he can speak. “But everything is different, Mattheo—Veronica, us drifting apart...” You pause, your voice faltering. “...Theo.” You roll your lips together, trying to suppress the wave of emotion that just saying Theo’s name stirs inside you.
Mattheo sighs, a subtle shake of his head as his gaze drops to your intertwined fingers, his thumb grazing the back of your hand. He watches it with a quiet intensity, as if he’s trying to memorize the feel of it, and your heart cracks at the sight, the ache of it almost too much to bear.
“I’m sure you knew,” You start, embarrassment coloring your tone. “For the longest time, I had feelings for you. I spent so much time hoping—wishing—that you'd feel the same. That you'd stop with the one-night stands and realize that you wanted me just as much as I wanted you. I was convinced, you know? Convinced that because I understood you better than anyone, or at least I thought I did, that you’d finally feel safe enough with me to let me in.”
“But I did,” he says, his voice thick with regret. “The whole time, I wanted you. But Gods, the way Theo’s always looked at you... I couldn’t make a move. I knew it would tear him apart if we got together. So I waited, told myself I was giving him time to make his move—but he never did. I built myself up, so many times, ready to ask you out, to make you mine. But then I’d always freeze, thinking, ‘What if things don’t work out?’ And I’d lose both of my best friends.”
He shakes his head, refusing to meet your gaze. “But then Veronica started giving me that potion, and I—I had feelings for her, but every time I’d see you, it was like that’s all I could focus on. And then suddenly, you’re with Theo, holding his hand, spending the night with him, and it felt like I was losing my mind. It hurt, seeing you with him. And maybe it’s selfish, but I had to know, had to see if there was any chance left with you. Because watching you two together made me realize that what I was really afraid of was losing you completely.”
You’re at a loss for words, your mind failing to catch up to the fact that Theo has feelings for you- and he has for years. So you offer Mattheo a weak, sad smile, the tears gathering at your lashes threatening to spill over. He squeezes your hand, and you sigh, squeezing it back. You’re both sat in the quiet common room, except for your occasional sniffle, for who knows how long, holding each others hand and watching the flames dance.
Mattheo clears his throat, a slight tension in his shoulders as he glances over at you, “When are you going to tell him you love him?”
You hesitate, a knot forming in your throat as your words trip over themselves. “I don’t—I’m not…” You falter, but Mattheo sends you a knowing look. “It’s just... too soon.”
“It’s not.” His voice is firm.
“How do you know?” The question slips from your lips before you can stop it, and immediately, guilt lances through you. It feels wrong to ask, especially after he’s just laid his feelings bare.
“Because he’s been in love with you for years,” Mattheo smiles, but it’s nothing you’ve ever seen from him before. “Trust me, it’s not going to be too soon for him to hear.”
.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。.
He’s on his way to practice when your voice cuts through the quiet hum of the common room, calling his name. His stomach sinks, the realization hitting hard—he’s going to have to face you after days of successfully keeping his distance. Reluctantly, he turns toward you, and there you are, seated comfortably in one of the plush chairs near the fire. A sweet smile on your lips, and resting on your lap is a book—likely the same one he noticed you holding when you were talking to Mattheo. That puts a bitter taste in his mouth.
There’s something different about you. His gaze lingers, tracing the way the soft flicker of the flames paints your features in warm, golden light. You look gorgeous, as always, but there’s an unmistakable lightness about you now, a brightness that wasn’t there before. A taunting thought creeps into his mind: this is his doing. You look happier—because you’ve finally gotten everything you’ve ever wanted. Mattheo Riddle.
“I haven’t seen you much.” You say, leaning forward as he slowly walks towards you.
He shrugs, slipping his hands into his pockets with a casual ease that doesn’t quite match the tension in his voice. “Yeah, I’ve got a lot going on.”
You knew this already. Every time you asked the boys about him, there was always a new excuse for why he hadn’t been around: He’s behind on his assignments. He’s gotten detention. He isn’t feeling well. He’s taking a nap.
“So I’ve heard.” You say lightly, teasingly. “I actually wanted to know if you wanted to go to Hogsmeade, since we didn’t last time.” A soft smile curves at the memory of him taking you to the flower field.
You saw the look on his face that day, the way he was clearly bothered by you taking care of Mattheo. But you figured spending time together would be the perfect opportunity to set things straight. To tell him it meant nothing, that you turned Mattheo down, and that all you truly want is him. It’s a surprisingly good feeling, better than you imagined, knowing that Mattheo is aware of your feelings for Theo—and that he actually encouraged you to go for it.
His eyes meet yours briefly before darting away, and he rakes a hand through his hair, a nervous edge to the motion. “Oh, uh... I can’t.”
“Oh, okay.” You respond, your voice barely hiding the disappointment. An awkward silence settles between you, and Theo avoids your gaze, leaving you sitting there, a little wounded.
“Actually, dolcezza,” he says softly, and your heart flutters at the familiar nickname, hope sparking in your chest. But then his next words land like a blow. “I can’t spend time with you anymore.”
Your heart sinks, the statement feels like a bucket of cold water to the face. “What?” you whisper, your voice barely audible.
“I’m glad you’re happy,” he continues, his tone heavy with sincerity, “but I can’t be around you the way we were before. Not when you’re with him.”
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hi!! i love your writing! i was wondering if you could do how arcane characters would react to their partner looking really good??
OMG YES, LET’S GO. You’re serving looks, and these characters are LOSING it.
Jinx
Jinx is walking into the room, probably rambling about some crazy plan she has to blow something up, but then she sees you. Full stop. Like, rewind sound effects stop. Her jaw drops, her eyes go wide, and she’s just standing there with a completely dumbfounded look on her face.
“WHO LET YOU LOOK LIKE THAT?!” she yells, pointing at you like it’s your fault. And then, without waiting for an answer, she’s giggling and spinning around you like a little tornado, tugging at your outfit and gushing about how good you look. But it’s Jinx, so she’ll probably throw in something like:
“I could never wear that—I’d blow it up in five minutes. BUT YOU?! You’re, like, my shiny bombshell baby now!”
Vi
Okay, so Vi acts all tough and cool, right? But when she sees you? Girl is GONE. She leans back in her chair, smirks, and tries to play it cool.
“Damn, babe, where’s the fire? Oh wait—it’s YOU.”
She totally thinks she’s being smooth, but her ears are turning red, and she cannot stop staring. She’ll make some excuse to touch you, too, like fixing a stray hair or adjusting your jacket, just so she can get a closer look.
“You’re killin’ me here,” she mutters under her breath, and yeah, she’s absolutely whipped.
Sevika
You walk into the bar looking too good, and Sevika’s mid-drink when she sees you. She chokes. Like, literally sputters into her glass because she was NOT READY. She tries to recover, clears her throat, and narrows her eyes at you like you did this on purpose.
“Alright, who are you trying to impress?” she teases, but her voice is all low and growly, and she’s totally jealous of anyone else who gets to see you looking like this.
If you’re lucky, she’ll slide an arm around your waist and pull you close, her mechanical arm whirring a little as she leans in to murmur, “You keep lookin’ like that, I’m gonna have to start a fight just to keep people’s eyes off you.”
Silco
Silco’s usually composed, right? All cold, calculating power. But when he sees you, he goes silent. Like, dead silent. His heterochromatic eyes narrow just slightly, and you can tell he’s looking you over, taking in everything.
“Impressive,” he finally says, his voice smooth but with just enough edge to send a shiver down your spine. He doesn’t say more because he knows you know exactly what he’s thinking, but the way his hand lingers on your arm when he passes you? Yeah, you’ve officially ruined his ability to focus for the rest of the day.
Vander
Vander is polishing a glass behind the bar when you walk in, and the man literally freezes. The glass slips from his hand, clattering onto the counter, and for a moment, he’s just staring at you with this big, goofy grin on his face.
“Look at you,” he says, his voice all warm and soft, like he can’t believe his luck. He’s not one to gush, but you’ll catch him sneaking glances at you all night, shaking his head like, How did I get so lucky?
And when you catch him staring, he’ll just laugh and say, “Can you blame me?”
Ekko
Ekko’s mid-sentence when you walk in, and he just stops talking. Like, whatever he was saying? Gone. Deleted. Replaced by you.
“Uh…damn.” He runs a hand through his hair, trying to figure out what to do with himself, because holy crap, you’re stunning. “Okay, but why are you trying to flex on me like this?”
He’ll pretend to pout for like two seconds before breaking into this huge grin and pulling you into a quick spin. “You look incredible. Seriously. You’re making it really hard for me to focus.”
Jayce
Jayce is a talker, so the moment he sees you, he’s throwing out compliments like confetti.
“Wow. Just…wow. Is this legal? You’re stunning. Gorgeous. Breathtaking. Should I keep going? Because I could keep going.”
He’s like a golden retriever, so excited and genuinely in awe, and he’ll definitely try to take like 50 pictures of you, “for science,” but really just because he can’t get over how good you look.
Viktor
Oh, Viktor is a mess. Like, full-on short-circuiting. He notices you immediately, but he’s so shy about it, he pretends to be focused on his work, even though the pen in his hand is hovering three inches above the page.
“You, uh…you look very nice,” he finally mumbles, his face going completely red. But when you catch him staring (because he’s DEFINITELY staring), he’ll push up his glasses and awkwardly add, “I mean, you always do, but tonight, especially…uh…”
Just kiss him already. The poor man can’t handle it.
Caitlyn
Caitlyn’s the type to notice right away but say nothing—at first. She’ll just smile, that soft little oh, you’ve outdone yourself this time smile, and let you catch her admiring you.
“You look incredible,” she says, her voice calm but with just enough warmth to make your cheeks burn. She’ll offer you her arm, all proper and elegant, and lead you into whatever event you’re attending, acting like it’s your moment to shine.
But don’t let her fool you. Inside, she’s absolutely glowing.
Mel Medarda
Mel is a queen, and she acts like one. So when she sees you, she doesn’t react immediately. No, she takes her time looking you over, a sly smile playing on her lips.
“You’re stunning,” she purrs, her voice dripping with admiration. “But then, I’d expect nothing less from you.”
She’s totally the type to dress even better next time just so you two can be the most powerful, glamorous couple in the room.
Ambessa Medarda
Ambessa doesn’t do subtle. The moment she sees you, she lets out this low, appreciative hum, her eyes gleaming with approval.
“You’ve outdone yourself,” she says, stepping closer, her presence almost overwhelming. “It’s…intoxicating.”
She’ll rest a hand on your shoulder, her grip firm but affectionate, and you can feel the pride radiating off her. She knows everyone else is looking at you, and she loves it.
Heimerdinger
“Oh, my stars! My dear, you look absolutely radiant!”
Heimerdinger’s ears perk up, and his little mustache twitches with excitement. He’ll walk around you in circles, marveling at your outfit and making a bunch of overly enthusiastic comments about the “design work” and “craftsmanship,” even if it’s just a plain dress.
“You must let me take a closer look at this fabric—it’s magnificent!”
It’s adorable, really.
Salo
Salo’s not one to gush, but he’ll give you this small, approving nod when he sees you.
“You clean up well,” he says, his tone casual but with just enough edge to let you know he’s impressed.
If you’re lucky, you might catch him stealing a glance at you when he thinks you’re not looking.
Scar
Scar sees you and immediately whistles low under his breath.
“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” he says, his grin all crooked and playful. “What’s the occasion, doll?”
He’ll definitely tease you, but you can tell he’s really into it by the way he keeps sneaking closer, like he just can’t help himself.
Maddie Nolen
Maddie is blunt, so when she sees you, she just blurts it out:
“Damn, you look good.”
She doesn’t sugarcoat it, doesn’t make it a big thing. But the way her gaze lingers a little too long? Yeah, she’s head over heels.
Lest
Lest is normally composed, but the moment she sees you, she falters.
“You look…” she pauses, searching for the right word, and then just gives up with a little smile. “Amazing.”
It’s simple, but the way she looks at you? Like you’ve hung the moon? That says it all.
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Ok but, what if TTG Robin got teleported to TT Robins universe and met his other self with super reader and both instantly try to fight for his attention until TTG super reader also got teleported and both Robins agree on a truce that both of them can spend time with their super reader
“Truce? Truce.”
Pair: TT!ROBIN X SUPERBOY!READER & TTG!ROBIN X SUPERBOY!READER
Summary: ttg!robin gets teleported to his other version’s universe. Meeting his other version and a hotter version of his boyfriend teammate?
“AAAAAAH!!” Robin yells when hitting the ground. He just gotten teleported through a portal. He groans holding his stomach when out of nowhere he gets lifted up by his leg. “Let me go!” Robin immediately tries to swing at the person, sadly the person was taller, real taller than him.
“Omg….” The voice says, Robin stopped trying to fight the person. The voice sounding familiar when he looks up seeing the familiar face of his super. But it wasn’t really his super when he sees another version of himself glaring at him. “Y/N, what did you find.” TT!Robin says as he stands close to HIS super. “I found a mini you Robin!” Y/N says smiling, holding up TTG!Robin like a cat. “And he’s so cute.” TTG!Robin blushes hearing the compliment he had gotten. But that blush soon ended when he seen TT!Robin’s glare hardened.
“If someone wanted to clone me, they failed. Miserably.” He says harshly. The super frowned, “Cmon man, maybe he can stay??…” the superboy gave TT!robin a puppy like pout. TT!Robin immediately crossed his arms as he stands his ground. The more that TT!Robin looked at the super, the more his glare faltered. “Fine.” TT!Robin groaned before pointing a finger at his smaller version. “But you, I want to know what you are, and who you are.” TTG!Robin nodded quickly, for another version of himself. He sure was intimidating.
After TTG!Robin explained what happened, TT!superboy!reader felt sad for the poor version of his Robin. So the super started to hang out with the small Robin. TT!Robin couldn’t have felt more jealous in his life. Seeing the super of HIS universe just coddle TTG!Robin made him sick.
TT!Robin had walked in seeing TTG!Robin sitting on his, HIS BOYFRIEND’s LAP?! Smiling like a damn gremlin, giggling even. TT!Robin wanted to strangle the little version of himself but walked past his super and the Robin. Grumbling in disgust. The next day TTG!Robin was walking around, strutting with a grin so he can hang out with this superboy in the universe to only see TT!Robin leaning against superboy who was watching cartoons. TTG!Robin’s eyes widen seeing superboy wrap his arm around TT!robin. The Robin looked back at the TTG version of himself and smirked. Going even further to cuddle the kryptonian boy. TTG!Robin growled before walking out of the living room.
Next day, TT!Robin sees TTG!Robin all over the super who was making omelettes. The super fed the TTG!Robin the delicious omelette, and as the plan was going well. The Robin turns to TT!Robin, smirking as he chews obnoxiously loud. Mouth wide open at the taller version of himself. The Robin was lucky to have starfire in the same room holding TT!Robin back. Cause if starfire wasn’t in that room, TTG!Robin would’ve been flung out of the windows.
The super started to realize the competition for his attention when the two birds asked to hang out with him. The super got nervous enough around his own boyfriend starting to show a lot of affection more than usual. But with a little bit of dwelling, the super made time to hang out with the two birds on different days. Although the super’s Robin was definitely getting more jealous as Robin bursted into the super’s room and slept in his bed for the rest of the night.
Then finally a miracle came. TTG!Superboy comes crashing down by the titans tower. The titans run out, ready to fight whoever crashed by their home. TTG!Robin stands by as well, but he drops his staff seeing his superboy. “Y/N!!” TTG!Superboy shakes his head and smile seeing his Robin. “ROBIN!!!!” The two boys hugged each other passionately. With TTG!Robin jumping onto the TTG!Super, wrapping his legs around the waist of the super. The Teen titans looked at their own version of Robin and superboy who looked away from each other. Obviously never told the team that the two heroes are dating.
“Is there something you guys like to say?” Cyborg says teasingly before Robin immediately shuts it down. The other titans go back to the tower. Leaving the two versions of Robin and superboy in front of the tower. TT!Robin coughed into his hand to bring the attention to him, since the TTG version of himself was practically having hearts popping out of his head as he clinged to the super of TTG universe.
TTG!Robin got off his super, smiling at his other version. He soon walked up the TT!Robin who had crossed arms.
“Truce?” TTG!Robin says, holding his hand out. TT!Robin stayed quiet before smiling and shaking TTG version of himself. “Truce.” And the two boys started to hang out with their own superboy.
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a little fic based on this gift of sterek<3
The Hale house was tense. Even without the voices that were now raised, you could feel the thickness in the air.
It wasn't often that Stiles and Derek would fight. A mere argument here and there that usually involved snarky comments and rolled eyes, but nothing like this.
The event that was unfolding in the kitchen of the Hale house had been brewing for weeks now. It had begun as Stiles was trying to conversate with his fiancé over dinner about the idea of adoption.
It was no secret that Stiles Stilinski was ready to be a father. He and Derek had been together for 3 years now, and were planned to be married in less than 6 months.
Each time Stiles would bring up the topic, Derek would either get quiet or change the subject. The first few times this happened Stiles brushed it off, thinking maybe Derek had misheard him or not heard him at all. But after a while he seemed to understand what was happening. Derek was avoiding the conversation.
That's exactly what led them to tonight. The night was tense as soon as the couple had sat down to enjoy their takeout Derek had picked up on the way home. It was Stiles' favorite Indian food and despite being pleased to have it, he couldn't shake his grumpy mood.
He had spoken to his best friend, Scott earlier in the day about what was troubling him and Derek. Scott's advice was of course to be honest with Derek and ask him what the issue was.
‘Just ask, Stiles. C'mon this is Derek, you guys talk about everything together,’ was his advice. And he knew Scott was right. They were open books when it came to each other, and that's exactly why this was bothering Stiles so much.
“Why are you avoiding me everytime I bring up adoption?” Stiles decided to just go straight for the question. He was always blunt and right now he needed answers.
Derek closed his eyes and Stiles saw the man breathe in deeply.
“Can we please talk about this later? We're having dinner, Stiles.”
The younger man felt his blood rising, he refused to let Derek push him away again.
“No. I think we should talk about this right now, Derek.” He spoke as calm as he could but he knew Derek could sense his frustration. Even without his werewolf senses.
“Stiles, why do we need to do this right now? Can't we enjoy our dinner?” Derek refused to look up from his plate. Avoiding eye contact was a major tell that Derek was hiding something. Stiles felt tears pricking his eyes now. Why was his fiancé being so dismissive of something he felt so passionately about?
“Derek, be honest with me right now. What the hell are you trying to avoid? Fucking look at me, Derek.” Stiles was yelling by now, something he tried not to do.
Derek was angry as well. Stiles was so stubborn. He would never drop things when he set his mind to them and right now he wanted to discuss something Derek did not want to talk about. His nostrils flared as he finally looked up, both men were worked up now, the dinner in front of them completely forgotten.
“Because I don't want to fucking have kids, Stiles! You want to be a dad, I get it but I don't fucking want that. You never ask what I want, you just assume that having a family is something I want and it's not. I have you and that's enough, okay, I don't want to talk about adoption because I don't fucking want kids. God, you're so fucking stubborn it's driving me nuts.”
Derek regretted the words as soon as he spoke them, the shock and sadness that replaced the anger on Stiles face was immediate. He knew his words had hurt Stiles deeply and he didn't know what to say.
Stiles said nothing, his eyes shining with tears. He stood and without saying a word walked down the hallway and into their guest bedroom where he locked himself in and didn't come back out for the whole might.
—-
The next morning Derek awoke to his alarm. 6:30 AM, it was time for him to start the day and head to work. He hoped to find Stiles in the kitchen, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and boxers like he always did but Derek found the kitchen empty.
He didn't have but 30 minutes before he left for work, not having enough time to do anything but shower and grab a poptart from the pantry. He walked to the guest bedroom door and debated on whether he should try to talk to Stiles before work. He figured the conversation they needed to have would require more than 5 minutes so he decided to let the young man sleep as he headed out the door for work.
6 hours later Derek was stumbling through their front door, completely worn out from his day of work and ready to mend things with Stiles and tell him how sorry he was for exploding on him the night before.
Once again upon entering, Derek noticed how quiet it seemed in their home. He checked the kitchen, and then the bedroom. Both bathroom doors were ajar which meant Stiles was not in those rooms either.
Derek ran to the front door and onto their porch where he noticed for the first time Stiles' jeep wasn't there. He had been so lost in thought when arriving home that he hadn't noticed the jeep was missing. He went back to the bedroom and noticed a few of Stiles' things were also gone, including his overnight bags he had used at the beginning of their relationship when he would stay over, before Derek had asked Stiles to move in with him.
Grabbing his phone he clicked Stiles' contact and felt his heart drop as it went straight to voicemail.
“Hey, you've reached Stiles. Leave a message and maybe I'll get back to you.” Came the voice of his fiancé.
The older man rubbed his face as he thought of what to do next. Stiles has left and it was all his fault. He went too far and now Stiles was done. He would never see the boy again. Never hug him or kiss him, or tell him how much he loved him.
He quickly dialed the sheriff's number hoping that Stiles went back to his childhood home. However he was no closer to finding him after his short, and now hostile conversation with said boy's dad. Neither Scott, Lydia or even Liam had seen the man and Derek was beginning to worry even more.
He decided he'd just go drive around and look for him.
—-
After about 30 minutes of driving around aimlessly, Derek finally picked up on what he had been looking for. The sweet minty smell that belonged to none other than Stiles Stilinski himself.
He was at a coffee shop, one that he and Stiles had attended many times in their relationship. They had spent many hours here just sipping coffee and enjoying each other's company. The memories made Derek smile for a split second before he remembered why he was there in the first place.
He quickly exited his car and walked inside, he smelled the familiar scent even stronger now and it made his inner wolf relax.
Stiles smelt like home. He smelt like peace and family and happiness. He looked around the cafe and his eyes settled on the beautiful boy he called his lover. It was as if Stiles felt his eyes reach him because at the same moment he looked to his left and made eye contact.
Stiles looked miserable. His face looked as if he had been crying for hours, his complexion paler than usual. He held no traces of a smile, instead he seemed as if he had all happiness drained from him.
He looked heartbroken.
Derek held eye contact as he walked forward and settled across the table from Stiles who now refused to look at him.
“How'd you find me here?” He asked, still staring down.
“I didn't. I was driving around just looking for you, and then I smelled you.”
Stiles laughed dryly. “Of course you did. Can't get away from a werewolf, can you?”
Derek frowned slightly. Stiles was still mad.
“Stiles-” He was interrupted immediately as Stiles looked up. His eyes were red.
“Don't, Derek. I got the point last night and I'd rather not hear it again. I didn't know you felt that way and maybe it's best we leave each other alone for a bit. I wouldn't want to push you into doing things you don't want to do.” His voice was full of disappointment. Stiles began to rise from his chair and Derek grabbed his hand and tugged him back down softly.
“I do want kids with you, Stiles. I'm just scared.” He admitted.
This caught Stiles attention. His face softened and he sat down slowly.
“What are you scared of?” He whispered. “What if I can't be a good father?” It was time to confess his worries now. No reason to hold them back.
“Of course I want a family with you. That's all I want if I'm being honest. But what if I can't keep you both safe? Bad things seem to follow me Stiles, you know they do. I worry all the fucking time about keeping you safe, and the thought of failing you is hard enough. I can't imagine if I failed you and our children. I'm just so scared.” Stiles felt his heart sink as he listened to Derek’s confession. So this is what all of this avoidance had been about. He was scared.
“Derek, you are the strongest, bravest man I know. You would do anything to keep your family safe and that's how I know you will be a wonderful father. You would be such an amazing dad. Nothing would happen to me or to our family. I am here to stay forever, Derek. You will never lose me.” These words seem to break through the wall Derek had subconsciously begun to build up surrounding the topic of starting a family.
He was still terrified, but he would rather spend his life protecting Stiles and their future family than to live easily without them. He reached across the table and grabbed the others hands in his. He gave a loving smile as he spoke.
“I think I'm ready to talk about it now.” He squeezed his hand as he spoke. “What do we need to do to start the process?”
You guys these manips are getting too good . .
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It's a time-honoured tradition- every time Sam comes across Izzy (and Ed) in their travels, he asks Izzy to marry him. And every time, Izzy turns him down.
At this point, Sam is asking more for the sake of it than any belief Izzy will ever say yes, a remnant of childhood dedication touched with 30 years of heartbreak and regret- though even now, a small part of him still holds out hope. Sam's promises have only got more extravagant over the years, from a job as his first mate, to a captaincy, a fleet at his command, a whole fucking island if that's what Izzy wants- but he knows it isn't though, not really. If Izzy was ever going to agree to marry him, to leave his life and go with Sam, it wouldn't be for anything Sam could offer him. Izzy never did care for flashy shows of wealth, for a ship or to be captain. The only thing that ever mattered to him was loyalty given, and loyalty shown in return.
It all comes to a head after Stede left and came back, after Izzy lost a toe, lost his leg. Sam hasn't seen him since before things with Ed started to really slide off the rails, before stress permanently set into the lines of Izzy’s face. So, when he sees a dishevelled man with a hoof for a leg in a no-name port, he doesn't even consider the idea that he might know him. It's only when he turns towards him, and Sam catches a glance at those oh too familiar tattoos, he realises this is Izzy, his Izzy, that stands before him.
Knowing Izzy's discomfort with pity, he doesn't treat him any differently than he would in years gone by, positioning himself in Izzy's line of sight before approaching and sweeping him up into a bone crushing hug.
“Israel-goddamn-Hands!” he exclaims, as Izzy grumbles back a begrudging “Samuel-fucking-Bellamy”, a tradition almost as old as their friendship itself. Izzy might not hug him back, but he can’t keep the corner of his mouth from twitching, just for a second.
(If Sam holds Izzy a little tighter and a little longer than usual, well. That's his business)
By the time Sam lets go, most of the crew has appeared in the town square, drawn in by the commotion. They may have given Izzy his leg and welcomed him as one of them, but still there’s an underlying tension, with nobody quite ready to set aside everything that happened before the Kraken. Seeing him cosying up to an unknown man sets everyone on edge, unsure whether to come to their first mate’s aid, or to assume that they've been betrayed once again.
When Ed sees that the yelling was Sam, his hand goes tense where it's held in Stede's. He knows the routine, has seen it more times than he can count, but as he watches them part he realises that this is the first time in a long time he's unsure of what Izzy's response will be.
Knowing that something’s different, knowing that Izzy's feeling vulnerable already, Sam doesn't go for the same flashy proposal he’s been giving for years. He doesn't promise Izzy the world, he doesn't cause a scene (or, any more of a scene than he already has, anyway). He looks at the fractured man in front of him, takes his face in his hands, and says the exact same thing to him he said when they were little more than boys. “Israel, I have to ask you. I know what you'll say, but I have to try. Come with me. Marry me and sail away with me. I'll keep you safe”
And Izzy… hesitates. He glances over at Ed, at Stede, and says to Sam “...We’re staying in port for a week. Ask me again then”
That's the moment Sam knows there is something deeply, horribly, wrong. He's not just looking at an Izzy who got seriously injured in a fight and is struggling to cope, this is something so much bigger than that- and that Ed has something to do with it. Izzy wouldn't even be considering leaving if he didn't. Whether it was negligence or something more sinister, Sam doesn't yet know, but he intends to find out.
#i feel like the little paragraph about the crew is real clunky and out of place but i wanted some kind of establishment of where those#dynamics are at. its important that the crew is something for izzy to consider in his decision; but also that their relationship isnt so#solid he would stay for them alone; yknow?#im sorta aiming for a s2e5 era but like. early in those themes. he cant be all sorted yet i need him to be struggling#anyway this is part of a much larger scenario in my head that im never ever doing anything with but i wrote THIS bit in a daze in like. jun#and i got thinking about it again and i think?? it holds its own as a 'hey think about THIS' snippet. idk you decide#youre welcome to interpret this as solo bellhands but in my head it Has morphed into sam/izzy/ed/stede#because i cant not put edizzy in things any more. izzy has two hands#i also think the comedy potential of one of your boyfriends HATING your other boyfriend is gold. 10/10 dynamic#stede is mostly along for the ride in this but also i think they need him#aaaaand. the sam/ed bracket i think can only be closed in exceptional circumstances. i think they 'hate' each other too much#...which is WHY someones getting kidnapped!!! yay#anyway its all irrelevant because ill never write it out. i can do silly chill things but thatll require work#nyxtalks#ofmd#our flag means death#izzy hands#israel hands#sam bellamy#bellhands#i wanna also say. the general concept of repeated sam proposals has been floating around my head forever#it used to be a more silly thing like i referenced at the start but. s2 gave me angsty feelings i guess#i cant not have izzy have feelings for ed right now which inherently adds layers to Any bellhands scenarios i think.#but yeah. its a Classic Bellhands vibe for me. sam seeing izzy at sea or on shore and asking him to marry him (again)#i like to do this with jackie too. i think i just want that man to be obnoxiously desired#(theres also layers of my personal hornigold era lore built into this but i hope it holds up without u knowing it. tldr. sam lost izzy by#being an idiot n fumbling the bag. thats what matters. izzy went with ed and sams been trying to fix it ever since)#i probably should have readmore'd this but i didnt think it was Quite long enough. or had a good break point. sorry <3
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Not Now
Pairing: semi!toxic!chris x fem!reader
Summary: After your fight with Chris, your friends try and cheer you up. You go to La La Land with Jake and Tara and they invite you to a party.
Warnings: Use of y/n (sorry), angst, fluff
a/n: Based on this ask. Divider by @issysh3ll. I don’t want anyone to copy my work or use it as “inspiration.” 02
On the drive home, you started thinking about what would happen next. What if you guys never made up? Would he take you back? More importantly, would you take him back?
Your eyes start to tear up, and you promised yourself you wouldn't cry over him, but you just couldn't stop yourself from crying. It was probably unsafe to drive while crying, but you couldn't help it. You let a tear fall from your eyes, and wipe it away with the back of your hand.
You park your car, and go inside your house. You take your shoes off and crawl into your bed. Your eyes tear up again at the memory of Chris yelling at you. You just couldn't believe he would do that after you opened up and told him about your ex. You start to sob, hiding away in the covers and burying your head into the pillows. Eventually you start to drift off until you fall asleep.
Chris's POV
He starts to pace around the kitchen and the living room with is hands in his hair. Matt comes out of his room and just watches as he paces.
"You okay? I heard yelling." Matt says.
"No, y/n just broke up with me. I don't even get it. Like she was the one being so dramatic. I didn't even yell at her that loudly either." He says, rolling his eyes.
"Oh she was being dramatic? That's funny." Matt says, raising a brow.
"What does that mean? You think I was being dramatic?" Chris says, looking frustrated.
"Yeah, you were. Your calling your own girlfriend a bitch. If you were her, how would you feel?" Matt says, sticking up for you.
"I dunno know, I wouldn't just leave like that though." He says, throwing his hands in the air.
"How 'bout you go out and take a breather, then come back, hm?" Matt suggests.
"Fine, I need to clear my head anyway." Chris says with a groan, and walks out the door, slamming it.
time skip
Your POV
It had been a few days since you two have broken up, and your friends, Tara and Jake, have helped you get over it. Well, tried to help you get over it. The truth was, you couldn't. Right now you were at La La Land getting coffee with them, and you were sipping on your drink. Tara and Jake went to go get their drinks, and you were sitting by yourself. Tara and Jake got their drinks and came to sit with you.
"So.. you okay girl?" Tara asks, taking a sip of her Strawberry Fields.
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Just another toxic guy. I've gotten over one of those before." You say, referring to your ex.
"Men these days." Tara says rolling her eyes.
"Hey, I'm right here ya know." Jake says, crossing his arms.
"Yeah, you especially." Tara says looking at him.
"Shut your bitchass-" Jake cuts himself off with a giggle, and tara laughs her usual laugh. You giggle along with them.
After the laughter dies down, Jake speaks up again.
"So, y/n, I'm having a party this weekend. Wanna come?" Jake asks you.
"Um.. I'll think about it." You tell him.
"Girl you should come, maybe you'll find someone new." Jake says, taking a sip of his drink.
" Yeah, it'll help you get over Chris." Tara joins in.
"Um.. yeah, I'll come." You give them a smile.
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Everything was going wild. Everything seemed fun and pretty typical until they couldn't decide if they should try and cover up the body or not. The Laveaus weren't the types to let a little crash and burn disrupt their fun. It was all part of it. Anywhere else they understood the usual rules though. They knew the aftermath murder code. Autopilot had a way of taking over. Still, if they could get away with not doing things the methodical way they'd take the out.
Scout was focused on her phone waiting her dad's answer out. Grinding someone down and eating them up was a messy and time consuming task. If they could get out of it they'd like to know for sure. Logic was telling them maybe in Feral where rules were lax it might just be okay to not go through the usual precautions. They also didn't want to do anything wrong and upset their hosts either. They just weren't used to the Feral rules, if there were any.
While all these converstions were going on between Koda, Chip, and Dale, and Jetsam not giving two shits all hovered over the stranger digging one of their eyes right out of it's sockets. Old habits died hard. He might have been dead but he noticed they were a cool color and couldn't help but want to harvest them as if he might add them to the collection he didn't have anymore. Maybe he'd start a new one?
"Weenie-balls." He was laughing. "That's the name of my new collection. I'll get a new set every Halloween. Keep 'em at your place, Chipper."
Scout broke in, "I can do it. I can keep them for you, Dad." She was trying so hard to be a part of it still wanting to be a part of his life as she watched Jet shove the wet thing into Chip's hand.
Then there was Koda who was trying to hold up under Chip's arm since he'd just been through a wreck. Chip was also still in slow-mode. Zombie-ish mode. His reflexes weren't back. He was looking at Scout like he wanted to respond but nothing was coming out. Jetsam took his silence as a yes because his hand held onto the eyeball unable to do much more quite yet.
Then there was GoGo. She came in and Dale was gazing at the sky when she came in out of nowhere and Smack!
Incoming.
Thack!
"Hey?!"
GoGo went off. She was practically barking at him. She kept going.
Dale's sore arms went up trying to protect himself but it was too late. She'd already hit him before he managed to sheild himself at all. A bloody third WOMP.
"Damn it!" Dale's body rolled and cringed away ready to jump up and ... and do... do something... he wasn't sure what... stop her he supposed but she stopped herself as he managed to roll over onto his side.
Scout stared at her as Dale managed to push himself off the ground holding his ribs, covered in the dismembered arm's splattered blood, and got his feet. It happened so fast. It had every hair on the back of her neck standing straight up. Then GoGo even yelled it out. Something about loss. It was bone chilling.
Once Dale was on his feet he limped over, red faced, wide eyed.
Dale's initial reaction was anger. Pain and anger.
Then he saw her face.
Okay, maybe he was still angry, but fuck. Then he just pushed through the pain, stormed through it actually. He hadn't wanted to move at all. The adrenaline had made him jump up and next when he saw her face, he rushed forward and forced a hug on her.
"Fuck you. Are you trying to finish me off, GoGo?"
Damn, the hug hurt. Yelling hurt. Breathing hurt. He didn't care. He squeezed her in.
"Fuck you so hard."
He groaned over her shoulder, "You push me away. I'll squeeze harder. So fuck right off. I'm staying here."
All Scout could see was the fragility of human life, something she wasn't anymore. It was scarier than it used to be. It was the sort of subject she never thought about until her family fell apart. They used to feel so indestructible. Thomas built it back up so strong. She wasn't sure what this feeling was watching her brother and GoGo. Next to them was her zombie bit brother touched by death who caused the crash. Next to them was her actually dead parental who she'd been dying to see for years now, missing him, and conflicted feelings were still stirring. She watched him not pay attention fully focused on gouging out that second retina from the socket.
Before she could get much deeper in those thoughts her phone went off and Thomas's text came in. It shook her back to the present.
"Okay guys. Dad says it's not a big deal to just dump it here. GoGo's probably right. We can just blame it on a zombie. Looks like we don't have to take the time out for disposal here. We're good guys." She said taking the lead on the situation which under normal circumstances would have been a much bigger situation had they been anywhere else.
Jetsam stood up with his second eyeball in his hand grinning, "Told ya guys. Fuck it all." Then he kicked the corpse's eyeball-less head.
She saw Koda looking behind him and she gave him a little peace sign with her fingers, bursting the bubble with her tongue. She watched her own rearview mirror and playfully moved to swerve next to the VW, her open window meaning that she could reach across and ruffle Dale’s curls.
After that, GoGo sped on ahead, feeling her groove the same way that Kuzco did when he had a guitar in hand, the same way that Valerie did with a microphone, the same way that Delta did when she had her wings out, the same way Frank did as he kicked at a suspended reporter, making his body sway on the hooks while he read.
GoGo had been a girl who fell in love with cars, a real engine geek, and didn’t have much love left over for people. Not even her family. Once it was clear that they weren’t going to understand her, that they were going to try to dictate her life as if she was anyone else, she had given up on them. They became roommates. They didn’t do family dinners, or going out together, or even celebrations of birthdays.
It had taken a while for the Laveaus to permeate through that. It wasn’t even as if Go-Go had big walls up, the way that Elsa did, trying to protect herself or thinking that she was protecting others. She just hadn’t even realized that there was a door that they could even knock on. But it had opened and - now, she couldn’t imagine a world without them, the same way she couldn’t imagine a world without cars.
Loud music coming out of stereos, the noises blending together during the split seconds that they were near one another. Her eyes would dart over to see who it was, and would make faces over at Scout if it was her, and then would chuckle to herself. Her heart was beating with the engine, almost feeling like they were one. As she went up in speed, plowing through a zombie or two, only flipping on the windshield wipers as her reaction, she thought to herself, ‘This is better than masturbating.’
Unlimited speed. No cops. No sirens. No one telling her to slow down. If someone got in the way, hit them. This is just what the Autobahn must be like.
The sounds of gunshots weren’t even unwelcome. They echoed through the empty streets, with no one looking out windows, or running for cover. They would be heard up from the tower, where Frank and Delta were busy, but weren’t bothering them much either. As long as it wasn’t pointed towards them, or their people, Frank didn’t give a fuck. He was too deep in … well, a fuck.
She would have kept going when Dale was out of the window, but realized a moment or two later when there weren’t any more headlights in her rearview mirrors. Curiously, she turned her own car around and encroached on the scene. She had her own window down and climbed out through her window, exactly like Dale had been sitting when he had been ejected.
It was rough seeing Dale laying on the ground, like a piece of roadkill. It was rough seeing Chip behind the crumpled hood of the car, the windshield broken, pieces of glass. It triggered something in her. She couldn’t move for a moment. It felt like she was underwater. She could just about hear the garbled voice of Dale talking to Scout, and Chip’s eyes being open as Koda got him out of the car.
Tadashi. The outline of him, the silhouette, against the fire as he had run in like he thought that he was fireproof. Like he was immortal. Like he was a goddamn hero. The situations were different but the feelings were the same in that moment, a clenching around her heart and her stomach, a sense of loss. Everyone was, thankfully, preoccupied with the twins and the body and texting while she had her moment or two of panic before she felt like she was able to breathe again.
She wasn’t thinking the clearest though. She climbed off of the car door, walking around the glass-littered ground, the blood-soaked asphalt in her bare feet, and approached Dale, still on the ground. The panic was still in her eyes, the tenseness of her bones, all of it. And what she did was lean down and gave Dale’s head a smack.
“You don’t get to come close to dying, do you hear me?” She said, and then realized that her own little hand was barely going to do anything to Dale’s head, not through those curls anyway. She took a short march towards the dead body, picked up an arm that had been driven over, detatched at the shoulder, and then used that arm to hit Dale again. “You stupid, egg-headed shitpuddle!”
After hitting him a third time with the arm, she threw it down and then ran her fingers through her hair, pushing it out of her face to try to calm herself, taking deep breaths. “I’m not losing another friend,” She said in a quieter tone this time. It was only then that she seemed to realize what she had done. That there was a detatched arm beside her that had been attached to a body only seconds ago. She leaned down and then wiped her hand on Dale’s shirt because she wasn’t going to do it to her own dress.
While this was happening, Scout’s phone would get a text. Thomas was paying attention to his drunk wife, but also to his phone because he had meant what he had said when he offered to pick Ches up, all she had to do was text. Same with Scout, but that went without saying.
‘If Chip doesn’t want to eat it, I’m sure just tossing it into a sewer or something is fine? Just don’t leave a big mess.’
Go-Go was coming down from that short-lived panic attack. It hadn’t gone full blown, just enough for her to go full-throttle rather than her more subdued self. She was a bit embarrassed so decided to gloss over what she had just done rather than address it, and move onto the next topic.
“If anyone asks, zombies did it?”
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"Ma, I am in the middle of a job!"
Context: Stephanie you're mom is buying groceries for you with her money and you're in your 20s. Let this happen!
Spoiler and Red Robin interrogated a couple of goons who might have a lead on Killer Moth's hiding place. Just as the conversation was starting to yield some promising information, Spoiler’s phone rang. She frowned as she recognized the familiar ringtone she had assigned to her mother.
Red Robin sighed, exasperated at the interruption.
Red Robin: I told you to put the phone on airplane mode.
Spoiler (pulling her phone out of her pocket): I told you to pound sand for suggesting that. I have to take this. Keep talking to the lackeys.
Goon 1 (offended): Lackeys? Rude.
Red Robin (annoyed): Spoiler, just ignore the call.
Spoiler (ignoring him): I’ll be back in like a minute.
Red Robin shook his head, fully aware that these calls were never quick or quiet, but they were usually too entertaining to veto. So he decided to wait it out.
Goon 1: Um, should we wait?
Red Robin nodded.
Red Robin: You’ll want to hear this.
Spoiler swiped to answer the call, fully knowing her mother wouldn’t relent until they had a conversation. As soon as she picked up, she regretted it.
Crystal (Irish accent): Stephanie, darlin’, I’m so glad you could answer! I’m at Stop and Shop for a big shop, and since I’m staying with ya while my apartments' bein' fumigated, do you need me to pick up anythin'?
Spoiler groaned and clenched her fist, her anger boiling over. She remained silent for a few seconds, trying to keep her rage in check.
Crystal: I'm usin' my own money and ya don't got to pay me back. What you need? ... Hello? Are you too busy to talk?
Spoiler (with a hint of an Irish accent): Ma, yes! I am on a feckin’ mission! You knew this and you’re callin' me for feckin' snacks?!
Crystal (slightly shocked): Who do ya think yer talkin’ to? I knew bein’ around that rat bastard would influence ya the wrong way. I’m tryin’ to do the motherly thing and buy ya groceries, and this is how ya react?
Spoiler stared at the wall, debating whether to end the call. After a sigh of regret, she pressed on.
Spoiler: My boss isn’t why I’m responding this way. Ma, you rarely did this when I was a kid! So excuse me if I'm a little miffed that you’re calling me during a mission to ask what I want from your big shop!
Crystal: Aye, I’m well aware of my failings as a mum when ya were a wee child. But to correct my sins, I’m doin’ what mothers would do. I’m workin’ on betterin’ myself since findin’ the Lord, and that means buyin’ ya food. Guess that’s not good enough for ya.
Spoiler: Oh jeez, do not guilt trip me!
She turned around to see Red Robin and the goons looking over at her curiously.
Spoiler: I'll be back in a minute.
Red Robin (arms crossed): No problem. This is clearly an important phone call.
Spoiler (turning away from the group): Oh, shut up!
Crystal: Baby girl, don’t yell at ya friend.
Spoiler: This is worse than the times I dealt with Kite-Man! Ma, it’s grand that you found the Lord and all, but could you maybe send a text or something?
Crystal (indifferent): I walked in on ya with your first boyfriend. Callin’ ya at work ain’t an oddity. Now, back to the list—
Spoiler audibly groaned while pinching the bridge of her nose. The goon leader leaned towards Red Robin.
Goon leader: Is her mom not from America?
Red Robin: I will say yes to that, but not going to detail anything else.
Goon leader: Mm-hm, just wondering because my parents aren't from America and acted like that.
Spoiler (slight hiss in her raised voice): I heard that!
Crystal (overly focused on shopping): Darlin' do ya need eggs or any meats, or are ya vegan like that wee son of that rat bastard?
Spoiler (knocking her fist against her forehead, frustrated): Get the eggs, almond milk, bacon, and all the Shin Ramen they’ve got! Can I go now?
Crystal (focused on shopping): Ramen? Not while I'm stayin’ with ya. I’ll get the other items though. Oh, and some tampons, right?
Spoiler felt the eyes of Red Robin and the goons on her, refusing to look over at them, which only added to her stress.
Spoiler (rubbing her forehead): Aye. Aye. Aye! Can I hang up your priestess?!
Crystal: You may, but remember, ma loves ya. Say it before you hang up, or I will call ya back.
Spoiler (seething): Yeah, loves ya bunch, Ma!
Spoiler ended the call, hearing Oracle laugh in her earpiece. She spun around to face the group, all pretending they hadn’t been eavesdropping.
Spoiler (embarrassed and trying to sound threatening): Any of you say a single mocking word, and you'll feel me steel toed shoes in your groin!
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brother!rafe getting tired of his sister's plushies. Warning | reader is a toddler ; don't like? don't read! :) A/N | rafe icon by my girl -> @marvelfanfics1 ♡
at first, he didn't bother him at all, as long as your plushies remained in your room. but the moment you started to drop off more and more stuffed animals in every corner of the house, every time he had to bend down to pick it up, he would usually call out for you to put it back in your room before it goes straight into the bin.
he thought it would have worked, but he keeps spotting more and more plushies every day. since you always wake up earlier than him, today you decided to gather all your plushies and walk on your tiptoes to your brother's room, trying to hold back your giggles as you get closer to his bedroom.
you step inside his room and go to climb on the other side of his bed to lay down all your plushies beside rafe, who is deeply sleeping on his side. you place your jelly cat bunny above his head on his pillow as slowly as possible to avoid waking him up. then, you slide your turtle plushie under the blanket and cover your mouth to prevent yourself from accidentally giggling.
you slowly climb out of his bed and swiftly rush back to your room, giggling on your way, eager to see your brother's reaction. you decide to patiently wait for him at the table in the kitchen. you quickly stop yourself from giggling as you hear rafe starting to yell in his room, meaning he is now awake. “goddamn. what the hell is that?” he curses to himself and goes to look for you. you warmly smile at him as he steps inside the kitchen. “good morning, rafey!” you squeal.
he lands his eyes on you and throws the stuffed bunny at you. “yeah, good morning,” he sighs while pulling out a chair to sit down. later in the day, you watch him walking into the bathroom to take a shower. you're completely oblivious to the stuffed starfish beside the shower stall until you hear him yell once again through the door, “goddamn! y/n, i swear to god, if you keep dropping off those little shits, I'll throw them into the bin.” your eyes widen at his words, and you swiftly rush to stand in front of the bathroom door.
you wait for him to open the door, he then throws the plushie out of the bathroom. he glares at you, and sighs before locking himself back in. even if he acts pissed, he knows deep down it amuses him to find your comfort object everywhere in the house. just like this one time when it wasn't rafe who found your plushie, but topper, his best friend.
as topper goes to sit on the couch beside rafe, he quickly stands up at the discomfort beneath him. he picks up the stuffed bunny to show it to your brother, who is focused on his phone. “dude, since when do you have this?” he accentuates his words, bringing the stuffed animal in front of rafe, whose eyes widen at the sight of it. he yanks it out of topper's hand and throws it farther from the couch. “it's my baby sister's. don't mind it; she pisses me off so bad. how come she has that many plushies?” he moves his hands in the air, letting out his frustration. even though you weren't at home that day, he never mentioned that moment to you.
but the moment rafe realized that you didn't mean to piss him off on purpose with your beloved stuffed bears was when he came home, frustrated at whatever happened at barry's. you startle when you hear the door slam. you swiftly walk downstairs, the stuffed bunny tightly held in your hand. you spot your brother leaning against the sink in the kitchen. you make your way to him and gently wrap your arms around his waist, hugging him from behind. you feel him tense up a bit at your touch, then he eventually turns to look at you. “rafe, are you okay?” you ask, tilting your head to the side, trying to analyze his expression.
he fakes a smile and lightly pats your head. “all good, princess. just need to be alone for a bit, okay? could you go back upstairs f'me?” he responds, leading you toward the stairs. your bottom lip juts out, and before you walk out of the room, you purposely leave your stuffed bunny beside him on the sink. rafe only notices it once you're back in your room. a smile creeps onto his face as he picks it up and brings it closer to him. “gosh, i see you a bit too much for my liking,” he murmurs to himself as he keeps looking at the plushie. he then kisses its forehead before joining you in your room to give it back to you.
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title: an emotional rollercoaster
pairing: xander hawthorne x reader
synopsis: you hate rollercoasters but with a little persuasion xander manages to get you on one only you’d forgotten how badly you couldn’t handle them
warnings: dizziness/feeling faint
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“No!” I exclaim for the fiftieth time , throwing my head back and laughing.
“Please,” Xander begs, pulling out his puppy dog eyes.
Usually they’d work but with what was at stake I was not about to let them win me over this time.
I turn my head stubbornly, “no.”
“Please!” he says desperately.
“Xander I already told you I’m not going on any of these,” I remind him with a smile.
I mean I wasn’t going to come at all, it was a miracle Xander got me out of the house. Theme parks were not my scene, I hated rollercoasters and people and crowds and basically everything about the place. Still, Xander had begged me to go and I had obliged. Damn those puppy dog eyes.
“They’re honestly not that bad,” he says, glancing up at one of the largest death-inducing machines of mankind.
“Nu-uh we had a deal,” I reply stubbornly, “I would come to the theme park and watch everyone else if I didn’t have to go on any of the rides.”
He looks at me pleadingly, “just one.”
“No Xand I hate them,” I deadpan.
“You could handle this one easily,” he rolls his eyes playfully pointing to one with about six loops.
“I told you about my rollercoaster trauma!” I exclaim, glaring at him.
“You were five and under the height limit,” he reminds me.
“And I still passed out,” I almost yell.
“Just one tiny weeny little ride,” he says, squinting excessively and making weird hand gestures as if I’d magically be convinced.
“No,” I chuckle, “how do you not understand that word?”
“He hasn’t since he was about two,” Jameson chirps in passing, walking off to a food cart with Avery, “you’ll get used to it.”
Xander jabs him in ribs as he passes and the turns back to me. A stubborn dog with a bone. Nearly as stubborn as me.
“Come on,” he sings, “you know you want to.”
I raise an eyebrow, “in what alternate universe is that?”
He opens his mouth to reply but I already know what he is going to say.
“The answer is no,” I reply.
“What if…” he grins with that mischievous Hawthorne look in his eyes, “…you ride this one with me I’ll buy you ten books on the way home.”
I stop. Physically come to a halt to process the possibility. Ten books. Ten whole books. It’s an irresistible offer and he knows it.
“Even the limited edition version of shatter me?” I test him.
I’ve been begging him for months and the only reason he’s said no is because I have five other copies at home. Even though I insist this one is a must, he strongly disagrees.
He sighs, his chocolate eyes flicking to me with a withered expression, “yes even the limited edition of shatter me.”
My jaw drops as I grab his arm and I almost start to jump up and down, “are you kidding?”
“One ride baby and it’s all yours,” Xander winks back.
There’s a long pause. I hate rollercoasters, I hate theme parks, I hate the thought of going on a ride but I love books, I love the shatter me series and I would love limited edition copy…
Decisions, decisions…
“Fine,” I grumble.
His whole face lights up and my heart swells, I love it when he looks like this, “you’re serious?”
“One ride for ten books one of which a limited edition, sounds like a pretty good deal for me,” I shrug, the nerves creeping in as I realise what I’m really getting myself into.
“So you mean for the whole of today I could’ve bribed you with books,” he says, staring at me like I was his world as he tucked my hair behind my ears.
“Probably,” I nod.
“Damn it,” he mutters.
I poke my tongue out and begin to walk again.
Xander laughs and holds my shoulders, softly turning me around, “the line is this way honey.”
He steers me over to an extremely lengthy queue leading to something I knew I seriously did not want to set foot on. I gape at the line.
“It’s worth the wait,” Xander explains, reading my expression.
“Indeed it is,” comes a familiar voice. I spin around to find Jameson behind me, joining the queue.
“Where did you come from?” Xander asks.
“The food cart line was too long and I got distracted,” he shrugs.
“And we’ve wanted to do on this all day,” Avery adds pointing up.
I stare at her, “this?”
“Yep,” Jameson nods, leaning on the railing, “so how comes Xander’s roped you into this one.”
“He promised me books,” I explain.
He grins at Xander, “smart one.”
He looks around, “where did everyone else go?”
“Lib went on the death drop again and of course Nash said yes to going with her practically with hearts pulsating in his eyes,” Jameson continues .
“She’s addicted to that ride,” Xander chuckles, shaking his head
I tilt my head to admire him. It‘s hard not to. I like to just watch him sometimes, the way the corners of his mouth twitch upwards every few seconds, the way his eyes light up when he talks to his brother, everything, I loved everything.
“I know,” Jameson hums in response, “Grayson and Lyra made a bet on who could walk in a straight line and not spill any water after the teacups, my money is on Lyra.”
“Mine too,” he says, “how does Gray think he stands a chance with all the pirouettes she can do?”
Jameson shrugs, “ he’s a stubborn idiot.”
“Not like you can say much then,” Avery smiles, batting her eyelashes at him.
Jameson slips an arm around her waist and pulls her in, “that one hurt heiress.”
“What a shame,” she murmurs, her gaze pinned to his green eyes.
From then on their conversation sort of blurs. There’s sound but I don’t identify any of the words. It’s all in the background, I’m too busy analysing the death wish to which I’d signed a forever binding contract to. How had I managed to be persuaded so easily?
“Don’t look so petrified,” Xander mumbles into my hair, wrapped his around me from the back and reeling me into his chest.
“It’s a little difficult,” I reply, not breaking eye contact from the rollercoaster.
“You might love it,” he says.
“Trust me when I tell you, I will not,” I scoff.
“I can’t believe he convinced you,” Avery says, shaking her head.
“I am magical like that,” Xander responds and I can hear the grin I loved so much in his voice.
“Sure,” Jameson rolls his eyes.
“Hey!”
I look at Jameson, “have you been on this one before?”
“Only a thousand times,” Jameson grins, “me and Xander used to stuff things in our shoes to surpass the height limit so we could go on with Nash and Gray.”
My jaw drops without my consent, “and none of you have ever died?”
“Well Gray’s a bit emotionally dead but-�� Jameson begins, when Avery whacks him and gives him a sharp warning look, “hey ow! let me finish! But that has nothing to do with a rollercoaster.”
“Good to know,” I sigh.
“You’ll be fine,” Xander soothes, rubbing my and own my arms, “don’t worry about it.”
“Unless you fall out,” Jameson smirks, “then you most definitely won’t be fine.”
Avery’s glare becomes more piercing and a fear I wasn’t used to seeing in Jameson flickers across his face. Usually it would amuse me to see him scared but right now I was too focussed on my own worries.
“Jamie don’t be mean,” she snaps.
“I mean it’s a fact if you fall out-“
“Pay no attention to what comes out of his mouth,” she cuts him off, addressing me, “I don’t half the time.”
“Ouch heiress you know how to cut me deep,” Jameson winces holding the left side of his chest.
Avery takes a step closer to him, tilting her head up softly to meet his gaze, a small smile laces her lips, “I know how to do a lot more than that.”
I watch them, wondering if me and Xander ever looked that in love.
“Guys, get a room,” Xander announces.
I wrinkled my nose.
“I didn’t even mean it like that!” Avery exclaims.
“Sure!” he rolls his eyes with a scoff.
I step to the side and tilt my head seeing the endless queue of people. If the queue is as long as I think it is I might never reach the front. Perfect I wouldn’t have to die on a rollercoaster, just in the line for one.
“How long is this queue?” I ask, changing the subject
“Not that long,” Jameson shrugs, “wait time’s only an hour.”
“An hour?” I gape in my surprise, “people queue an hour for this?”
“Says the girl who camped out when Holly Black came to a book signing,” Xander teases.
I fold my arms and stare at him with my eyebrows raised, “your point?”
“This is people’s Holly Black book signing,” he explains.
“This?” I almost yell in disbelief, “this death trap?”
“Precisely.”
I shake my head, “I will never understand people.”
“That’s what I love about you,” he winks.
I narrow my eyes as he takes the small of my back into his palms, “the only thing?” I ask softly.
“Of course not,” he grins, “but if I sat here and listed it to you we’d be dead before I got to the end.”
“How morbidly adorable,” I reply dryly, secretly melting inside.
He laughs, his eyes sparkling with something that made my heart race, “I love you.”
“If you loved me I would not be in this line,” I deadpan.
“And if you loved me you’d ride this rollercoaster with me,” he counters, poking his tongue out.
“See I never said I loved you back when you told me you loved me,” I shrug.
“Your eyes did though,” Xander replies, making my cheeks tint a gentle pink colour.
A smile breaks out into my face and steals away my features, “what did I tell you about reading my eyes?”
“Are you two quite finished?” Jameson coughs.
“No we haven’t snogged yet,” I snap back, “shut up.”
“I mean you can’t say a lot Jamie,” Xander adds, “you and Avery are x rated compared to us.”
“We are not x rated,” Avery steps in.
“Oh so when I walked in on you-“
“We’re in public Xander,” Jameson yells, panic and desperation flickering through his eyes.
Xander smiles satisfactorily, “that’s what I thought.”
“Let them have their moment Jamie,” Avery murmurs softly, taking his hand.
I look back to Xander, “where were we?”
“You were complaining about my eye reading tendencies,” he answers, flashing me a grin.
“Well,” I shrug softly, “it’s not fair you know what I’m thinking all the time.”
“You want to know what I’m thinking right now?” he whispers, forehead pressed against mine.
“Hmmm,” I hum.
“I’m thinking I want to kiss you,” he murmurs, his voice is low and in the back of his throat, making my insides go weak.
I let my lips nearly sit on his, “then why aren’t you?”
He smiles and slowly initiates this kiss. His lips brush over mine so gentle and tentative. His hands slide in my back, then around my neck and finally cupping my face.
“Has that helped with the nerves?” he asks a hint of seduction in his voice that he only used when we were in particular circumstances.
“You might need to do it again,” I say with doe eyes.
“I don’t want to traumatise too many kids we might get kicked out,” he chuckles.
“If we get kicked out that means I don’t have to go on this ride,” I beam.
“That’s why we’re not getting kicked out,” he says, booping the tip of my nose.
I sigh. It was worth a shot.
“It feels like I’ve moved nowhere,” I complain, peering down at the line that’s just as long as before.
“They’re very little steps,” he reasons.
I say, my aching limbs weighing like lead, “Xand my legs hurt.”
“Come here then…”
He opens his arms and I lazily lean on him like he’s my life support. He wraps his arms around me and brings me into a comforting hug. I’d always loved being in Xander’s arms, he was hands down the world’s best hugger. I felt safe and warm and loved.
“You tired?” he asks, probably noticing my eyes drooping slightly.
“Mhmmm.”
He laughs, “you look so cute right now,”
“Stop it,” I blush, shying away from his gaze.
“You do,” he says, “your face was all squished.”
“Oh thanks,” I reply sarcastically, rolling my eyes.
“I love it.”
“That is not a compliment,” I say, leaning back onto him again. My wimps of legs aching as if I’d never held my own weight up before.
“Here get on my back,” Xander offers.
“You want go piggy back me?” I raise my eyebrows, folding my arms.
He looks me dead in the eyes, as serious as Xander gets, “yes, I want to piggy back you.”
I hesitate before I remember who I’m dating, then I shrug, “okay.”
And with that I just casually hopped onto his back and rebranded myself of his personal backpack.
“I feel like a koala,” I murmur into his ear.
“Don’t koalas usually cling onto the front?” Xander asks.
I shrug, “I don’t know, I’m not a koala expert.”
I rest my head on his shoulder and slump onto him. I can feel my nerves growing. I’ve tried to suppress them and distract myself from feeling them but now they were on the rise the closer to the front we got. I subconsciously play with the fabric of Xander’s shirt rubbing the fibres gently between my fingers over and over in a rhythmic pattern.
“What’s wrong?” he asks me. He knows me so well it hurts.
“Oh,” I murmur, a little consumed in my own anxious thoughts, “no nothing.”
“You sure?”
I hum in response as we take another step closer to the front of the queue. From the amount of people in front of us I assumed we’d be in the next lot to board. I chew the inside of my lip accidentally piercing it, the taste of metal filling my mouth.
“Xand,” my voice shakes.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t want to do this,” I tell him.
He sets me down and places him hands on my hips, “what are you scared of?”
“Dying,” I reply immediately.
“Well that’s not going to happen at all and I can tell you that for sure,” he comforts.
“What if it does?”
“I won’t let it,” he replies, “besides we’re in the queue now there’s no turning back.”
“There is I can turn around right now and walk back that way,” I say pointing behind him.
Xander grins, “no no no, we are here now.”
We take another step forwards and the people infront of us begin to get on. We’re getting closer and closer to the start. My heart pounds in my chest, I can hear it roaring through my ears.
I stumble backwards in a panic, “I can’t do this, I actually can’t do it.”
“Yes you can,” he says gently, “I’ve got you.”
“Xander,” I exhale rubbing my temples, “I am freaking out.”
“Hold my hand.”
“Unless your hand has some magic anti-panic power that is really not going to help,” I exclaim.
“Good thing I’ve been brushing up on my sorcery,” he jokes with a witty expression.
“Xand I’m serious,” I hyperventilate with a deadly look in my eyes.
“Well you’re on it now,” he shrugs.
My jaw nearly drops, I’m sat on the rollercoaster and I hadn’t even realised I’d gotten on. I’d been too focussed on my mess of feelings that I’d been led on.
“I think I should get off,” I squeeze his hand.
“If you really want to you should,” Xander says with a soft look in his eyes.
I don’t move. My brain is telling me to but some force is pulling me down to my seat. Maybe I’m trying to prove something to myself or maybe I just really want that book. Whatever it is, I remain where I am.
I look at him with a determined sharpness in my eyes, “give me your hand.”
He beams widely and extends his arm, squeezing my palm in his.
“If you let go of me I will kill you,” I snap.
He tilts his head to the side and shoot me a lopsided grin, “I’ll never let go of you.”
And then it begins.
***
I had my eyes closed for the whole ride, screamed even when it had stopped and probably made Xander’s hand go purple with how tightly I was squeezing it.
The world spins as we get off and I stumble to meet the others.
“You’re looking a little pale there y/n,” Nash drawls, his eyebrow arched in concern.
“Feel dizzy,” I slur, panicked. I reach for my boyfriend, “Xand?”
My voice is barely a sound, you can hear the fear infecting every note.
“I got you,” he murmurs, supporting me with a hand around his waist .
His hand is warm against my side, still I can’t stand straight, “I hate you,” I grumble.
“I know,” he says, pulling me in closer so all of my weight is practically on him.
“I hated that.”
“I know.”
“I’m going to fall over,” I warn him, feeling my legs about to give way, “and my head really hurts.”
“Come here,” Xander tells me gently.
I wrap my arms around his neck and he lifts me up into his arms, bridal style. My heavy head lolls towards him chest and collides with it.
“I’m just going to close my eyes to stop the spinning,” I say, my words disjointed and distant.
“You do that sweetie” he leans down and kisses my forehead and I feel his grip tighten around me.
“What did you do to her?” Libby asks, I can feel her gentle hand on my forehead checking for a temperature.
“I didn’t do anything,” Xander defends, “the giant metal contraption to our left however, did some real damage.”
“You got her on a rollercoaster,” I hear Lyra say and I can imagine her jaw is dropped, given the many conversations we’d had on how I would never go on a rollercoaster.
“Biggest life regret,” I mumble, eyes still shut.
Xander explains, “I promised to buy her books.”
“Who knew she could be so easily bribed,” Grayson comments dryly.
“Never again,” I groan, burying my face into Xander’s shirt to block out the light. I can smell him, his scent. It’s sweet, it’s comforting, it’s home. My heart rate slows a little and I feel my limbs relax.
“She looks like she’s dying,” Jameson responds.
“Thanks,” I scoff sarcastically with all the energy I had left.
Avery snaps, barely half a beat after me, “Jameson that’s horrible!” I hear a thump and a dramatic ‘ow’ and presume Avery whacked him.
“I feel like I’m dying,” I shrug, regretting trying to support my own head.
“Geez Xand I think you broke her,” Lyra says.
“Then I’ll fix her right back up,” he replies.
“I think she’s past the point of fixing,” Jameson says.
“Nothing is past the point of fixing,” Xander responds, a hard determination in his voice.
“Do we need to call someone or get some help?” Libby asks her eyebrows pinching together with a maternal concern.
I try to shake my head and fail miserably, “I’m just dizzy, it’ll pass.”
“Give her a sip of water,” Nash advises handing Libby a bottle.
She gently lifts my head and tips some down my throat, making sure I’d swallowed before I laid back down.
“Better?” I hear her ask.
“Yeah,” I respond.
“You’re a pathetic liar sweetheart,” Xander says with a small laugh.
“Shut up I’m fine,” I reply, although I very much did not feel fine.
“I’m going to take you home.”
Guilt twinges in my stomach.
“No, no,” I rush, trying to sit up in his arms and failing miserably, “don’t ruin your day, just stick me on the floor and I’ll be fine.”
It’s a total lie but I don’t care. He shouldn’t have to miss out because I can’t handle something.
“We’ll see you guys a bit later,” he turns to the others, before beginning to walk towards the exit.
“Xander I’m fine, it’s fine,” I say, squirming, “put me down.”
“Stop talking sweetheart it’s going to hurt your head,” Xander replies planting another kiss on my forehead.
“Don’t drop me then,” I murmur helplessly, clinging to him even tighter.
“Even if my arms go numb there’s no way I’m letting you go,” he says.
I wince, “I was not built for rollercoasters.”
“No you weren’t my love,” Xander agrees softly.
I groan in response, the spinning getting progressively worse.
“I’m sorry sweetie,” he says as he tentatively strokes my cheek, “I didn’t think it’d make you feel this bad.”
“I did try to warn you,” I murmur leaning into his touch.
“I know I’m sorry,” he replies and I can hear the worry in his voice,
I fall back into his arms and close my eyes to relieve myself from the dizziness, “I don’t want you to miss out because of me,” I whisper, “I don’t want your day to be ruined because I can handle a stupid little rollercoaster.”
“I’m not missing out,” he reassures me, “I’ve got everything I could ever want bundled in my arms right now,”
“That was really cute,” I giggle, “and I’ll appreciate more when I’m not seeing stars.”
“I’m sorry,” he says again, real guilt thickening his tone.
I had only meant it as a joke but hearing that rawness in his voice made something in my heart twist. My mind paints the ashamed look in his kind eyes. I despise the thought.
“Don’t feel bad,” I say quickly.
He forces a chuckle, “I do feel bad.”
“You know how you can make it up to me?” I open my eyes, and see double of him, not that I mind. Two Xander’s aren’t so bad to look at.
“No ,” he frowns, “how?”
***
I curl up with my special edition shatter me novel, taking in each word. I know it’s going to be the best reread of my life. I can’t help but keep flicking back to admire the cover. It’s the most gorgeous thing I own.
Everything stopped spinning around an hour after I got off of that death trap and I can actually make out the words.
I feel his eyes on me, I always can. I look up with a grin and to no surprise I’m right. Xander’s standing there staring at me, a small smile lacing his lips. He looks at me like I’m worth more than each and every blueberry scone in the universe, which is a big compliment from him.
He walks over and sits down beside me and I notice two mugs in each of his hands. One is decadently topped with whip cream, chocolate shavings sprinkles and a whole world of other things and the other was plain. I think it was safe to say who’s was who’s. He passes me a the non-embellished steaming mug and I can’t help but smile, “worth it?” he asks me, eyebrows raised at the book.
“For my mental health,” I begin slowly, “no, for this book, absolutely.”
“You’re a little odd,” he shoots me a very Hawthorne grin, “has anyone ever told you that?”
I move closer to him, “I may have heard it here and there.”
“But that’s why I love you,” he whispers cupping my face in his hands.
“Good thing I love you too then,” I murmur with a little laugh as his lips crash into mine.
hey lovelies!! yes I am alive!!
sorry this isn’t a req fic and sorry it’s taken me so long to get another fic out, I’ve had loads of tests lately and a busy time in general. hopefully I’ll be able to write more regularly when it’s all done but for now unfortunately it’ll be a bit hit and miss, hope you can understand <33
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I DEFINITELY see this Dynamic between The Riddler and Miss Tuesday
(Mainly because I ship her better with Jonathan Crane but that’s another cringy thing about me, please don’t tell anyone)
Also, please remember that (again), this version of Miss Tuesday is NOT from the original canon, she is strictly a personal reinterpretation on how I think she would fit in different adaptations/continuities
More on their dynamic down bellow 👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻
(Add more to the lore if you like lol)
— They are the platonic version of Sheldon and Amy from Big Bang Theory
— They partake in parallel play on their free days (he reads his books while she paints her miniature as soft jazz plays in the background)
— They both live in his apartment with their own separate rooms
— Sometimes Miss Tuesday would sing a Greek hymn and Riddler enjoys hearing her sing as he tries to relax after a long day (he usually asks her to do so)
— They enjoy playing chess together (Tuesday lets him win because she doesn’t want to deal with him crying like a sore loser)
— Riddler often calls Tuesday his “Delphi” because she always know what he needs/wants and what he’s saying/thinking, and she responds by calling him “Apollo” as a joke
— When they’re discussing private matters they discuss it in Greek
— Ari (Miss Tuesday) was a child prodigy with picture perfect memory and is essentially smarter than Edward but he’d rather not acknowledge that notion, while Ari would rather keep her intelligence to herself when she’s not working
— They often have tea with Oswald and (sometimes) Jonathan on Wednesday afternoons where they “take a break” from villainy and just spend that time bantering, gossiping, and have deep conversations on philosophy, theories, and morality— typical girlie pop stuff
— Whenever Edward goes on a business trip for longer than a week, he orders Ari to spend three of her work days to go to Arkham to keep Dr. Crane company for at least two to three hours at most (which totally didn’t lead to anything *cough-cough*)
— Query and Echo adore Miss Tuesday and would often yell at Riddler for even raising his voice at her whenever she gets a lecture
— Edward makes sure Ari’s isn’t overstimulated to he brings emergency noise canceling headphones to calm her down whenever they’re in a larger social gathering
— Ari is the master of grey rocking mainly because she often tunes out Edward whenever he goes on one of his narcissistic tantrums like he’s a chihuahua yapping for attention
— They LOVE watching iceberg conspiracy theory videos together
— Edward sometimes jingles his keys in front of Ari to regain her attention whenever she looks away from him as he goes on another of his hour long lectures (“Okay so, back in the day- JINGLE JINGLE JINGLE!! Back in the day—!!”)
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Learning You...
Raph ♡
[Bayverse] Slowly getting to know Raph ♡
Leo ♡˖ Donnie ♡˖ Mikey ♡˖
Meeting him...
He rescues you from some foot soldiers wanting to get some extra cash
At first, he's angry, thinking you'll run off
He's already on the defense, immediately saying "What! Yer not gonna thank the monster that saved ya?"
You just look up at him in surprise and say "well I was going to until you got all passive aggressive"
And he tries to suppress his shock that
1, you're talking to him,
2 you weren't scared of him and
3, that you talked back to him
Raph just sorta half laughs at you and says "Well shit, ya got me there doll"
He "begrudgingly" walks you home
And after that you ask for his number, which he gives
Befriending Him
You two are sass and sass
Always going at one another, you are much calmer however
He'll invite you to train with him (lifting weight, etc.)
Whenever he gets mad, he'll go to you to vent
You may even get a punching bag for your apartment so he can vent and punch
You put him in his place whenever goes overboard with the insults
Or you give him a genuine hurr look and he'll stop
I personally think Raph cooks very well
So he'll try out recipes with you
Not around his brothers tho, so they don't see him all soft
He might teach you how to knit
As one of his only friends, he wants you safe even if he won't admit it
So, he'll teach you some basic self defense skills, and let you use them on him
All in all, as a friend, it takes time for Raph to trust you, but once he does, he is an absolute sweetheart (most of the time)
First Date
These sessions of self defense usually include
Lingering stares
Bashfully looking away
and Blushing at the smallest of touch
These drive Raph absolutely insane
His confession probably takes place when you two are blowing off steam sparring together
You walked into the layer a bit upset, having had a bad day
And when you got the, Raph was already pissed
(he has been trying to think of ways to ask you out, and his brothers ideas aren't good enough)
So, you two are sparring and you start getting up close and personal
Finally, Raph ends up pinning you down
And you see just how mad he is, so you ask him about it
And in the heat of the moment he just yells
"Can't find a good fucking date to take you on!"
You both freeze
Raph is shitting bricks, having gone pale and has a face of utter horror
You are just as shocked and staring at him, overwhelmed
You finally move to close the space
And give him a kiss on the cheek with, "Well, I recently took a trip to Joanna, so we could hang at my place, watch movies and knit"
Raph feels as though the weight of the world was just lifted off of him, he is in complete disbelief, but accepts
He comes to your home 15 minutes early with his needles
He greets you a little awkwardly and asks to borrow your kitchen, you let him
And he makes the absolute best dish ever
As you eat you pick a series to watch (hells kitchen)
And as you two eat, you and Raph yell at the TV and criticize along with Gordon Ramsey
Once your done eating you each start knitting
Or you watch him knit
At the end of the night, he's done with his little project
It's a little tapestry knitted to look like his mask framed
He helps you hang it up
And gives you a goodnight kiss good bye
After this, he is all but floating back to the lair, just content that you share his feelings
Dating Him
As long as you've been able to cultivate a proper and close friendship with him before you start dating, he isn't as rough around the edges as you'd think
There are somethings he still hasn't told you
But those will come with time and patience
Dating Raph means Actions > Words
Although he'll call you things like Doll, Doll face, Babe, and even Sweetheart (in private)
He mainly shows his love through trying to solve your problems, similar to donnie
And really appreciates quality time
And from you, he'd really appreciate words of affirmation
Raph wants you to not only tell him, but show him you really love him
Private cuddles and sweet nothing's are his favorite
You laying on his chest while he knits
Him cooking your favorite meal to take for lunch
If you ever need help with heavy lifting, he near teleports to you
Can't open a jar? He's there Can't seem to lift the couch to mop? He's there Wanna rearrange your furniture? He's there
Even though Raph acts like he is bothered, he takes pride in taking care of you
He wants you to know just how meaningful you are to him
And if you stay up late enough while you two cuddle
You'll hear him express just how much you mean to him
"I know I don't say this often but, to me yer irreplaceable. Nobody makes me feel the way you make me feel. It's like ya have some sort of calming spell around ya. I really appreciate ya sweetheart"
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Why Vlad and Ji Ho wear the same sleeping shirts Extended Version - Part 2 Part 1 is -> here
Jack: "My last hope for the washer dilemma was Saiwa. He was running the Strawberry Cake Fashion online store together with Noxee and he had to know how to - cheaply - replace Vlad's clothes (and some of his too...). So I told him the whole story..."
Jack: "Sai stilled in his movements for a few seconds. Stunned - staring into nowhere. Trying to process. Then he said: 'RUN!' and I ran. Sai chased me around a bit, as always. We got a bit of fresh air, cleared our heads and eventually he got tired, calmed down and we went back."
Jack: "He sat again, hissed and vented on a bit about how exhausting it was not being able to let me do the easiest stuff without worrying I would burn the house down. I just let him because that's just how he deals with stuff."
Sai got sad when he thought of the old days: "I know I shouldn't have been mad and yelled at you, it's not your fault you're like this." Jack hugged Sai: "Don't worry, hm? Those were hard times we went through, and you were busy with all your jobs and stuff. I know you don't mean it."
Jack went on with the story: "And since he'd missed so much work that had to be done while chasing me around and having to deal with my chaos, Sai just sent me the link to the site where he usually ordered the clothes for their store so I could look for some cheap replacements for the clothes I'd destroyed. Vlad's trousers and dress shirts weren't that cheap and I'd almost used up our budget. Luckily for me, Sai refused to get his destroyed clothes replaced and I found a whole pack of black sleeping shirts at a stunning discount. I asked Sai if he'd be ok with us wearing all the same shirts, and even though he was picky about his clothes, he said no one's going to see us anyway at night and plain black shirts are just fine and I should go for it. And then I clicked the button..."
Jack: "The clothes I'd ordered took a while to get delivered and the next days had been busy with Ji Ho moving in and hiding Vlad and him from each other (because we'd had a tiny little misunderstanding ö.Ö'). But finally the parcels were there! Vlad's pants and dress shirts were fine, just like ordered. But the sleeping shirts... Sai took one look at them and was sure Vlad would freak out and never wear them. And we couldn't send them back since it was a remaining stock - excluded from exchange. Poor Sai cursed himself because he didn't check back my order even though he knew he shouldn't let me do stuff all by myself..."
Jack: "Sai was at the end of his wits: Sai: 'We have no money left to order other ones. What are we supposed to do? Vlad is going to kill us!' "
Vlad didn't like where this was going but he didn't interrupt. This whole rambling was already going on for much too long - and he finally wanted to hear the end of it.
to be continued...
'My baby may not be rich He's watchin' every dime But he loves me, loves me, loves me We always have a real good time And maybe he sings off key But that's alright by me, yeah
'Cause what he does, he does so well Makes me wanna yell
Let's hear it for the boy Ah, let's give the boy a hand Let's hear it for my baby You know you gotta understand Oh, maybe he's no Romeo But he's my lovin' one-man show Oh, whoa-oa-oa Let's hear it for the boy'
Let's hear it for the Boy - Deniece Williams (I imagine Noxee and Jack in the MV ^^') OST from Footloose
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Hi! saw your taking requests, can i ask for dark s2 rafe and bimbo gf who rafe takes with him to bahamas and its like all the pogues on their trying to take the cross and she’s just oblivious and they have sex? Hope you like it!!
A/n: it didn’t end up that dark and was more or less just Rafe being controlling. I hope you like it tho 💖
Warnings: smut, public sex, light degradation, praising, Rafe is a warning in himself.
On the Beach
“Ray, need you..” You whine as Rafe leads you down onto the beach. You’d now been in the Bahamas for a total of three days and he’d still refused to touch you. The worst part was you couldn’t even touch yourself as that goes against his rules.
Rafe had a whole other plan which included him, you, a tiny bikini and a very deserted beach.
“Quit being a brat, d’ya want me to leave you out here? All alone?” He snaps, gripping your plush cheeks between his index finger and thumb. Rafe had trained you well enough to know that you were terrified of him leaving you, even momentarily.
Truthfully, you didn’t know when it all began. One moment you were dancing at a party with some friends when you first meet Rafe. A few months later, you are completely dependent on him and being taken to the Bahamas.
Rafe had practically conditioned you to act obedient and do as he says. This mostly worked for you since it almost always worked in your favour. He’d yell at you whilst angry and high, next day you’re getting a new piece of jewellery.
He’d refused to tell you anything about the cross and him killing Sheriff Peterkin. It helped the fact you hardly ever question him, aside from the usual bratty outbursts which became less and less frequent recently.
All you know is that Rafe had taken you on a shopping day then you were being pulled all the way to the Bahamas. Once again, you never questioned any of it and even believed Rafe’s lies about him wanting to take you somewhere special.
An absent minded smile crosses your lips as Rafe tugs you down to a secluded part of the beach. He may like the idea of people knowing who you belong to but that doesn’t mean he wants them seeing you like this.
“Happy now?” He teases with a smirk, looking down at you. “Come on, gimme a kiss.”
With a giggle, you tug him to your own height and press a soft kiss to his lips. It momentary but enough to get Rafe hooked. He’d spend days focused on the cross, now he was going to focus on his girl.
“C’mon, baby, wanna feel ya. Can y’do that f’me?” Rafe whisper, leaning down against your ear which earned him a ditsy but earnest nod. “Good girl, strip f’me, baby.”
“Here?”
“Yes, here. Why d’ya think I took you out here, to look at pretty shells?” Rafe mocks, his hands moving to tugs the pair of tiny shorts from you, leaving you in only a tiny bikini. It was a soft baby pink colour and Rafe had bought it for you when shopping a few weeks prior.
“So pretty, baby. My pretty girl.” He smirks, letting his veiny hands cup your ass through the poor excuse for a bikini bottom. All it took was a hard smack to your ass for you to take the hint and sit down on the nearest rocks.
“Such a good girl.” Rafe praises, tugging his khaki shorts off quickly to reveal his black boxers. It made you bite down on your bottom lip excitedly. Whilst Rafe knew you were the smartest in the room and on some occasions are the dumbest, you were always so obedient for him.
Rafe couldn’t help himself as he pulled his boxers down with a clean tug before practically tearing  your now soaked bikini bottoms off of you. His lips met your neck as he peppered kisses, not even bothering to prepare you before thrusting in.
“R- Ray..” you let you a soft gasp at the sudden intrusion. It was clear he’d been pent up for days now so had no plans on holding back. Rafe knew it took ages to get you used to his cock every time but this time, he didn’t care.
“Fuck, feel so good, baby. So fuckin’ tight f’me.” Rafe groans between each thrust. Slowly, your pain turned into pleasure and you didn’t even mind the strange sensation that went through you with every thrust.
You let out a series of whimpers as he fucked in and out of you. Everything felt spacey as your mind faded away. You could feel yourself on the edge of coming without even knowing it.
“Rafey, need it.. please, lemme cum.” You murmur in a soft dumb plead. Each thrust gets harder as you let out moan after moan, Rafe’s hand moving to cover your lips. It
“Jesus, kid, y’want this whole fuckin’ island to hear y’acting like a desperate whore?” He mocks, only getting harder as he feels his release coming soon. “C’mon, baby, cum f’me.”
With that, you both released. His hand slips from your lips to cup your face. Rafe looked down at you with a dark smirk, clearly satisfied with himself like any other time.
“My good girl, ‘kay?”
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Heya, I was sneaking in to see if I can make a 333 follower celebration fic request? I would love to read more of your Echo and Fives, they are my absolute favourites out of all the many fics you have written! You were my first friend on Tumblr and it's been so fun to follow you whilst we both write and you introduced me to the Bad Batch Fandom over here! I hope you continue to enjoy every single fic you write for our beloved boys (and girl!) from Clone Force 99 - I know I do!
:) <3
Thanks for the fun request! I always love writing these brothers 🥹
I decided to take a break from my usual Echo and Fives devastation stories and write something lighthearted and (hopefully) funny!
I hope you enjoy your special fic, friend!! ♥️
Tasteful
Read here on Ao3
Rated: G | Words: 333
“How about this one?” Fives turns the data pad to Echo.
“Ew. What is that?”
“A rancor,” Fives says, pulling the data pad back.
“It’s heinous,” Echo tells him.
Fives grins. “Well, I like it.”
Echo rolls his eyes. “If you get that tattooed on your face, I will never look at you again.”
“Aw, c’mon, Echo. Don’t be like that.”
“I like to be able to sleep at night, thanks.”
Fives turns the data pad again. “What about this one?”
“Somehow worse.”
Fives types something then gasps. “What about a skull over half of my face?”
“What about no?”
Fives groans loudly. “What about you being supportive of my impulsive decisions?” Checking his chrono, Fives leaps up. “Gotta go. My appointment is in a few minutes. Don’t wanna be late.”
Echo rolls his eyes. “Yeah, because not getting a face tattoo would be a travesty.”
Fives snatches the pillow out from under Echo and pelts it at him. By the time Echo sits up to retaliate, his brother is gone. Sighing, Echo puts the pillow back under his head and returns to his manuals.
**
“I’m back!”
Echo wakes with a start and nearly throws his data pad across the room. “Maker, Fives! Do you have to yell like that?”
“Always,” Fives says, perching on the edge of Echo’s mattress.
It takes Echo several seconds to process that Fives is back from getting his tattoo. Fives’ face is shockingly empty for a man who’d been hounding Echo for the past week with examples of obscene, and very permanent, facial markings.
“I thought you were getting a tattoo on your face,” Echo says, pushing himself into a sitting position.
Fives huffs. “Wow. You didn’t even notice. Right here, di’kut!” Turning his head, Fives points to the crisp lines of the number five on his temple.
“That actually looks good,” Echo says incredulously.
“Of course it looks good,” Fives preens. “It’s tasteful.”
Echo grins, relieved Fives did not get the rancor…or the half skull.
END
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Hey guys it's 43 minutes into Thursday and i'm line arting. I managed to get some writing done too so like both? Tagged by @skyrim-forever
Tagging @nyarevar @thequeenofthewinter @saltymaplesyrup @firefly-factory and anyone else interested. Tumblr's being glitchy. 0 pressure as usual <3 Right, arts
Working on some pre-oblivion era Josh since I talked about it so much yesterday. Almost done lining. And a bit from chapter 15 of Sleepers Awake
“B’vehk! Would you calm down!” The stranger yelled, sitting up straighter, “You’re gonna hurt yourself!”
“Yeah, go fuck yourself!” Teldryn yelled, “Where the fuck is my shit!”
The mer sighed heavily and pointed to what looked like a carved, Cyrodiilic-style chest in the corner, just behind where Teldryn was sitting, “Easy, easy there. I put your things in that chest there for safekeeping while I patched you up.”
“You…what?” Teldryn grumbled as he looked down at himself. He was wearing a clean, loose linen shirt that was far too big for him. A fresh bandage had been wrapped around his torso, the top peaking out from under his loose collar. He was still wearing the same trousers he’d thrown on earlier that day, though they were caked in ash…at least the sections that hadn’t been covered in armour, anyway. He was missing his shoes.
“It’s unlocked if you insist on putting that armour back on, sera,” the older mer sighed, “You will find, however, that it’s a bit warped in places. I’d suggest getting it repaired when we arrive in Ald’ruhn.”
Teldryn felt his stomach lurch, panic setting in as his heart struggled to remain steady. He was already later for this meeting than he had any right to be and now he was making the whole situation worse! Cosades would have his fucking head for sure after this!
No, no, no, no!” He found himself scrambling towards the chest in the corner, pain shooting through his side as he started frantically tossing the chest’s contents about the caravan. He gasped for breath as his heart raced, feeling like blades against his ribs as his fingertips tingled. He had to get off this fucking bug! His life depended on it.
“Hey, hey. Slow down there.”
Teldryn felt a hand on his arm and he twisted towards the mer, watching as he dodged Teldryn’s left fist.
“Hey! I’m not here to hurt you!” The other mer said, his voice painfully soothing, just as it was back on the ship, “Calm down!”
“I can’t go to Ald’ruhn, I was just coming from there!” Teldryn cried as he yanked his right arm from the mer’s admittedly lax grip and reached for his cuirass, “I need to get off this thing. Now!”
“You want me to let you off Ara in the middle of a damn ashstorm? Are you crazy?” The other Dunmer yelled in reply. Finally! He’d roused this soft-spoken fuck’s personality.
“I was already stuck in an ashstorm you stupid fuck!” Teldryn growled as he struggled to tighten the lacing on his cuirass, “I’ll figure it out!”
“You’ll figure it out. Hey?” The other mer taunted, raising an eyebrow, “You know, I didn’t take you for a complete idiot but then again...”
Teldryn stared down the larger mer, who had now moved back to his original seating position, “An what’s that supposed to mean?”
He shrugged and reached for what looked to be a shard of scrib jerky and took a bite, “I mean you’re planning on wandering the ashlands this close to nightfall, in the middle of an ashstorm with armour that’s too damn broken to withstand the storm. Either you’re a dim one or—”
“It’s better than the damn alternative,” Teldryn grumbled as he pulled on his boots, wincing as the thick leather rubbed against a bandage that was wrapped around his shin, “I’ll take my chances.”
The older mer reached for his arm though hesitated when he saw Teldryn pulling away from him. He exhaled, his shoulders slumping already, “Alright, where are you heading.”
“Where am I?” Teldryn shook his head, “None of your fucking buis—”
“Hey! I’m not your enemy here!” The Dunmer growled, “I am actively trying to help you! How are you not getting that?”
Teldryn opened his mouth, closing it again as he failed to think of a reply. It was true, whatever his intentions, it wasn’t to hurt him. Gods! He’d had ample opportunity and the most he’d done was touch him. If anything, Teldryn was the one who was posing a threat. He was still just as easily startled as he was on that night back on the prison ship. Just as ready to lash out. Just as paranoid of strangers when he was feeling vulnerable and by the gods, he was feeling pretty fucking vulnerable! Whatever had attacked him out by that estate had really done a number on him. His armour was warped to the point of uselessness, and he was nursing more than his fair share of wounds by the looks of it. He’d perish overnight in the wastes if he tried to brave them now, though it was likely he wouldn’t last much longer anyway with this last fuck up. He’d have to be on his best damn behaviour just to convince this contact of Zainsubani’s to still take him as a client. No one was gonna wait around for hours for him to get his shit together. Especially not some stranger who apparently took bastards like him to points in the Ashlands all the time. Zainsubani made him sound no-nonsense and like…professional. It made him nervous, this whole thing made him nervous…
“Maar Gan.”
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