#SMILES SO EVILLY....he will be real tomorrow

[into-the-elwoods]

tumblr is crunchifying him for some reason but he is coloured in now :3 keychain plans are to have walter (above), walter & elwood (normal & non fucked up), and elwood who will have a normal side and a fucked up side like walter does

[kissorkill16]

An Uninvited Guest: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: Ivan is back.

Nicky walked down the hall of the school, lost in his own head. He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard sounds of squealing and screams of joy.

He followed the noise to the end of the hallway, and he saw all of his friends gathered around something.

"What's going on?", he asked. Enzo backed up a little to let Nicky see, and his heart plummeted.

Because there, plain as day, was a ginger haired boy in an orange shirt, blue overalls, and orange shoes. The boy looked at him, and Nicky didn't recognize the boy.

Sure, he had his face, his hair, his body,...

But what he didn't have was his eyes.

Enzo shook Nicky in excitement, "Ivan's back! He's back! Aren't you so excited? He's back after so long!", he squealed.

Nicky smiled awkwardly, "Yeah...Ivan is back."

Ivan smiled, "That's right, everyone. I'm back.", he said. "I didn't mean to frighten anyone with my sudden disappearance."

"Where were you all this time?", asked Finch.

"Well my dear Finch, it's a little hard to explain. See, that crow man kidnapped me and tried to make me a part of his vile cult, and when I refused, he threw me in a cage.", he said. He put a hand on his forehead, a hand on his chest, and he leaned against the lockers, "I was so terrified! I haven't seen sunlight in so long.", he said.

Ivan stood up straight and walked over to Delroy, putting a hand on his shoulder. "But I'm glad I'm back now, and we can all work together to unmask Crowface once and put an end to his reign of tyranny for all."

While everyone was cheering, Nicky stood in the corner.

That wasn't the real Ivan, that much he knew.

But everyone else was so overjoyed to see him that he didn't want to rain on their parade.

"Ivan.", said Trinity, "Tomorrow, we're ditching school and going on a secret camping trip in the woods. We know the Forest Protectors perform their rituals there and we have to stop them from cursing this town even more before it's too late."

Ivan clapped his hands, feigning excitement. "Oooh! Camping! Fun."

Then put a hand on Nicky's shoulder.

"Excuse me a minute, everyone. I want to have a little talk with my fellow engineer.", said Ivan.

The hand on Nicky's shoulder traveled down to his wrist, and he pulled Nicky to the bathroom with him. He pushed Nicky against the wall, still smiling so evilly.

"Foolish children, aren't they?", said Ivan, "They really think they can stop me. A demon. A demon who haunted this town for years before they were even born."

He stepped closer to Nicky and forced him to look in those shiny red eyes.

"I do admire their bravery and determination though, it'll make destroying them more fun."

Nicky pushed the fake boy away, "Leave my friends alone."

Ivan rolled his eyes and paced around the bathroom, "See, I'm afraid I can't do that, Nicholas. I have to put an end to their childish, foolish, silly little rescue squad for good.", he said. "Though I have to admit, this is kind of your fault."

Nicky furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"All of this could've been avoided if you just handed over the device.", Ivan growled.

Nicky rolled his eyes, "First of all, I didn't even have it with me at that time -"

Ivan pushed Nicky against the wall once again, watching him fall to the floor. "But you still have it, don't you?", he stared into Nicky's eyes, watching them quiver with fear. "I thought so, young man."

"I'm not giving you the device."

Ivan turned around, putting on another evil smile. "Wow, a stubborn little boy you are. I wonder who will pay the price for that."

Nicky's eyes widened, and Ivan pushed him against the wall once more and leaned in.

"And it won't just be your little friends, it'll be you as well.", he whispered. "Remember our first meeting? I tried to be merciful with you. Normally, I just kill whoever steps a foot in my business, but I simply threatened you and scared you out of Mr. Peterson's house and thought you'd be smart enough to follow directions.", he let out a deep laugh. "Silly me.", he said. "Silly, stupid me. I won't make that mistake again."

He stepped away and was about to walk out the door, but not before giving Nicky one final glance with those red eyes.

"I'd hate to see another child end up like little Lucy Yi.", he whispered. And with that, he left.

Meanwhile, Nicky was trying to process the whole confrontation he had with that demon. Why did he want that device so badly?

...Could it be the source of the Forest Protector's power?

He knew it was risky, he knew he was putting his and his friends lives on the line, but he had to protect that device.

Because it seemed like the only thing that gave those ravens power.

And without their power, they're nothing but ridiculous people in costumes.

[summ3rg4l]

May I request a platonic x reader for Kyle and Ike (or just Kyle) with a cousin reader who has Chunibyo but is still very loving and kind?

I had to look up what that was so I apologize if it’s not what you wanted. But it’s givinggg kaidou (I think) so I based reader off that also you didn’t specify the gender so I made reader a girl

CW: swearing and racist jokes (Jewish)

Kyle is nine in this, reader is in high school and Ike is 5

I was originally gonna add more of Ike but I had already wrote most of it (at literary 1 AM) and the copy and past was being a little bitch

Your aunt Sheila drops you off at her house to stay for the week since your parents are busy. You get out the car to be greeted by your little cousins Kyle and Ike running up to you hugging your legs “Why hello there my minions.” You say confidently making your voice a bit deeper to sound more intimidating while smirking. The laugh at you not taking you seriously “What are you laughing at! If you don’t stop now I’ll have to use my secret power on you two.”

You put your arm up to scare them into submission showing off where your power is hiden. You laugh ‘evilly’ “Oh (name) dear, I hate to interrupt you playing with the boys but can you help me with dinner? Gerald isn’t here right now.” Sheila walks outside with a few groceries in her hands “Ye-yes mam.” You give Ike and Kyle one last look before you walk into the house.

“Minions! Dinner is ready.” You bust into Kyles room to alert them of the food being done. They get up from the spot they were playing in and walk downstairs to the table. “Hey (name) can you walk with me to the bus stop tomorrow?” Kyle asks you with his mouth of knishes some of it falling out. “Sure min— Kyle I’d love to walk you to school.” You smile as innocently as possible to get Aunt Sheila off your trail ‘Whew I almost let my secret identity out.’ You think to yourself mentally sweating.

The next day you hold Kyles hand as you walk down the road to drop him off at the bus stop. You see three other boys standing there, one of them has a blue hat with red poof ball and black hair, another one is fat and has a teal hat with a yellow poof ball, the last one is wearing an orange parka. ‘Hm what an interesting group of kids..they better not mess with my minion or they’ll live to regret it.’ You stare at the boys suspiciously “Uh (name) why did you stop walking..?” Kyle looks up at you confused. You just stand there in silence having internal dialogue. Kyle lets go of your hand and walks over to his friends.

It takes a while for you to actually notice. Your eyes widen once you do and you run over to where Kyle went “Minion! You shouldn’t run off like that, what if I’m not there to protect you!” You look at Kyle angrily. The fat kid starts to laugh  hysterically “BAHAHAH MINION!? GOD JEWS ARE SO WEIRD DUDE!” You stare at the kid for a second absolutely shocked that he said that. You’ve never encountered a person that was this openly racist. “Shut up fat ass!” Kyle yells at the fat boy angrily. His voice brings you back to reality.

The boy continues to laugh loudly “Hey little fat ass boy.” Your voice stops sounding so ‘anime’ like when you talk now. The kid stops laughing and looks at you “If I hear one more thing like that from you, your mom won’t be able to recognize you and you won’t be able to eat solid foods ever again. I bet that makes you real sad huh, you won’t be able to eat all those cheese puffs and fried chicken. How sad.” The boys (including Kyle) look at you silently. You obviously shocked and maybe scared them a little bit.

The school bus pulls up to where we all are “That’s for you guys. Have a nice day at school minion.” The boys silently get on the bus and you hear the fat boy mutter s quiet ‘weak’ before the doors close.

…

…

…

Waiting for something to happen?

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1124: Pilgrim Moonlight (Super Smash Bros Ultimate X River City Girls)

9:34 p.m. Outside of the Smash Mansion.......

Misako: (Points Dark Pit Up to the Stars While Laying Next to Him on One Side of the Pinic Blanket) See a bunch a stars up there? If you connect them together, they look like a Toad trying too hard to sing those high notes.

Dark Pit: (Scoffs While Squinting his Eyes For a Closer Look at the Stars in Question) Please. There's no way it looks like- (Eyes Suddenly Begins to Widened a Bit) that. Huh.

Misako: (Smirks Smugly) Told ya~ I'm always right.

Dark Pit: (Rolls his Eyes) Uh-huh. Like 50% of the time maybe.

Misako: (Lays her Head onto Pitto's Shoulder) Add that to fifty and I'm 100% guaranteed~ But seriously though, what made you want us to come out here and star gaze in the first place? Not to say it's boring, mind you.

Dark Pit: (Shrugs) I couldn't really thinking of anything better for us to do for our sleepover tonight. (Turns Directluly at the Viewer) Or maybe the writer of this fic, is starting to run out of ideas.

Misako: (Softly Swats Her Boyfriend's Chest While Snickering a Bit) Don't be dick, man. You know he's trying.

Dark Pit: Yeah, yeah.

Kyoko: O-M-GGGGG!~ (Turns to her Boyfriend and Girlfriend on the Other Side While Showing Them a Video on her Phone with a Very Excite Smile on her Face) You guys, look!~ The new Scott Pilgrim show is coming to Smashflix in a next three months!~

Misako: (Eyes Begins to Widened in Genuine Surprise) No fucking way, are you for real!?

Kyoko: I've never been more serious in my bubbly life!~ We are SO back, baby!~

Misako: (HI Fives her Girlfriend with a Bright Smile of her Own) Hell yeah!~

Dark Pit: Who the fuck is Scott Pilgrim?

Kyoko: (Turns to Dark Pit) Only the most coolest guy who ever lived in Toronto!

Misako: I wouldn't exactly call him the coolest guy out there, he's a piece of shit actually, but he can kick some major asses when he needs to. You seriously never heard of him or his seroes before, babe?

Dark Pit: Not until now I haven't.

Misako: (Smiles Brightly) Then it's settled! Once we head back inside, we're watching his movie.

Kyoko: (Happily Pumps her Fust up in the Air) And we'll mosey our way to bookstore tomorrow and read the graphic novels together!~ It's six of them in total and story starts to get more deep as volume pasts, but trust us, Pitto-Kins, you'll love it!~

Dark Pit: If you say so. (Notices a Picture of a Girl Playing the Drums on Kyoko's Phone Before Pointing at Her) Who's the redheaded chick on your phone?

Misako: Who? Her? That's Kimberly Pines. The dummer of Scott's band, The Sex Bob-Ombs, as well as his ex.

Kyoko: She's moody and hates everyone and everything. Kinda like you.

Dark Pit: ('Tch') Please. (Crosses his Arms) I don't hate EVERYTHING that exist. Except for floor ice creams. And waking up early in the mornings. And doing any chores around the mansion. (Rolls his Eyes in Annoyance) And I definitely hate Hades more than all of them combined

Hades: Oh hush, Pitto-Pat! You know you love me!~

Dark Pit: (Angrily Gets Up From his Seat andThrows a Water Bottle Up in the Air) NO I DON'T!!

Hades: ..............Yes, you do. (Starts Crackling Evilly)

Dark Pit: (Groans While Sitting Back Down) All of my hate!....

Misako: (Gently Rubs Pitto's Shoulder) Don't let him get to you, babe.

Kyoko: (Hugs Pitto Next to Her) Yeah. We'll be more than happy to kick his immortal butt right now if you want.

Misako: (Already Cracking her Knuckles) Without. Question.

Dark Pit: (Sighs While Calming Himself Down) Don't bother. Knowing him, he's probably out in partying his ass off right now. (Smiles a Little) Appericate the thought though.

Misako/Kyoko: Anytime, honey. (Gives Their Dark Angel Each a Kiss on Both of his Cheeks)

Dark Pit: (Notices Another Girl With Blue Hair on Kyoko's Phone) So I take it that girl there is the main heroine or something?

Misako: Yep. That there is Ramona Flowers, Scott's actual main love interest.

Dark Pit: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) Actual.

Misako: Yeah, he was dating Knives before this. And that in it of itself is a can of worms to unpack. But before him and his new flame make their relationship status official, he have to fight abd defeat seven of her evil exes one by one.

Dark Pit: (Eyes Begins to Widened in Complete Shock) Are you shitting me!?

Kyoko: (Smiles Brightly) Nope, it's true. Her exes decides to form a group that prevents anyone from officially dating Ramona without fighting them first. Each of them more eviller than the last.

Dark Pit: And the girl has no saying in this. Like, at all?

Kyoko: (Grabs her Chin While Thinking) Hmmm.....Now that you mentioned it, I don't think I remember if that's the case or not.....

Misako: Neither do I. (Shrugs) But I'm sure we'll figure that out eventually.

Dark Pit: (Couldn't Believe What's Hearing) God, I know love make people crazy things sometimes, but this is ridiculous! Who would be stupid enough to waste their time fighting a bunch of crazy exes for some girl or guy they JUST met!?

The sounds of groaning in agony caught the trio's attention as they turn to see Min Min helping a bruised Captain Falcon making to the Smash Mansion's Doorway.

Min Min: Easy there, captain. We're almost home.

Dark Pit: Min?

The Duo turns to see Pitto, Misako, and Kyoko staring at them.

Dark Pit: What happened to the capt?

Min Min: He got himself involved into a hectic brawl earlier. Apparently the woman he's dating had a total of ten exes wanting to fight him for her honor.

Falcon: And.....I was.....so close in....winning too.....Till that damn Armstrong came in and ruined. EVERYTHING!

Misako: Wait. Armstrong?

Kyoko: You mean that big, scary guy with the neno-

Falcon: -machines, son? Yeah, that's him and I HATE HIM! ('Sniff') I hate him so much......

Min Min: How about we get you inside and accounted for, big guy. I can make you some noodles to help make you feel better.

Falcon: Yeah. ('Sniff') (Continues Walking to the Door With his Pupil Helping him Get There) A bowl of noodles would sound nice right about now.......

Dark Pit: (Watches the Duo Head Inside and Closes the Door Behind Themselves Before Turning Back to his Girlfriends) See what I mean? Batshit crazy.

Misako: Yeah, i wouldn't go that far in doing that either. And it looks like it's gonna be a while before we watch the movie ourselves.

Kyoko: (Shrugs) I don't mind the wait. (Happily Pulls Pitto and Misako in For a Group Hug) Right now I wanna spend the night out here cuddling with two of my favorite people in world, just a little bit longe-

The sound of a roaring thunderstorm begins to ring the trio's eardrums as the rain suddenly begins pour down onto their heads.

Dark Pit: What the.....

Hades: Oh and I forgot to mention that rest of the evening will be cloud with a chance of heavy rain and thunderstorm, courtesy by yours truly!~ (Let's Out an Evil Laugh)

Dark Pit: (Growls in Anger as He Shakes his Fist Up to the Raining Skies) GO CHOKE ON A FUCKING CORKSCREW, HADES-

?????: Pitto!

The trio turns to see Peach by the doorway motherly glaring at the dark angel in question.

Peach: What do we say about language?

Dark Pit: ('Sighs in Defeat') Sorry Momma Peach. Hades' been driving me up the wall lately.

Peach: ('Sigh') As he does with the rest of us. We'll talk about it tomorrow, okay? Right now, I want you three to get out of this rain before either of you get catch a cold. Come on!

Trio: Right! (Pulls Up Their Picnic Blanket and Covers it Above Their Heads as They Quickly Made They Way to the Door)

Misako: You don't think the captain would mind us watching the movie with him present, do you?

Dark Pit: I wouldn't worry about him. He's probably sulking too much to care.

Kyoko: Is the three way cuddle still on the table?

Dark Pit: ('Sigh') Yes, Kyoko. We'll still cuddle.

Misako: Right after we change first! I am not hugging either of you with my clothes and hair being wet!!

@keyenuta

@cyber-wildcat

@albion-93

@caleb13frede

@ma-lemons

[certifiedwhore4slashers]

Prove It

pairing(s): billy loomis x yandere!reader x stu macher

summary: billy and stu know you're obsessed with them, so they make you prove your devotion.

warnings: obsession, stalking, manipulation, brainwashing, toxic behavior, murder, gore, and blood. stu and billy sort of use the reader.

i really enjoy writing yandere!reader. part 2?

You smile lovingly as you stalk Billy and Stu out the window. You knew that they were both Ghostface but made sure they didn’t know you were stalking them.

They often hung out at Stu’s Place as you noticed it was their thing to do. They were cute and you wished they were yours so badly.

You acted normal in public but weren’t so normal in reality. Your facade wasn't real, You figured, Nobody knew. How could they? Especially the people you were in love with. One day, they would be yours.

You were deeply in love, however, what you really felt was obsession. You stalked admired them for a while before heading home. You did this every day, You knew their routine. their school schedules, people might think you're crazy, but you were in love. Love made you crazy. they never understood because in your mind, the people who would call you crazy obviously never experienced love.

However, you didn't know Stu and Billy knew you were obsessed with them. they knew when you would stalk them. they enjoyed how devoted you were, because they were obsessed with you. Only they were more subtle.

"Where were you, Y/N? Your Mother asked when she saw you come in. "Dinner is almost finished." "I went biking, You lie. Nobody could know your dark secret. Your Mother nodded, believing you. She believed you were a good kid, which you were, just slightly crazy.

When dinner was ready, You were in your usual spot. You secretly smirk feeling someone watch you. You liked having your own stalker. though, you never knew who they were. But you dreamed they were billy and stu.

You despised their girlfriends, Sidney and Tatum, for being their girlfriend instead of you. You were hurt whenever you saw them kiss or show PDA. It shouldve been you.

Once Dinner was over, You decided on going on a walk. Which would end up wifh you stalking your obsessions. You knew where they both lived. Knew everything about them, including them being killers. You didn't know their plan, though.

they knew you'd come back. You usually did. So when you did come, they decided they would reveal everything. Including the plan involving you.

When you hear Stu and Billy go over to you, You hide, before hearing Stu speak up, "Hiya Y/N, We know you're there. Come inside. through the door."

You gulp, they caught you. Would they no longer like you? You weren’t sure. But followed their order, knocking on the door, being led inside.

You sit down. “I’m sorry.. I… just… I am in love with you both! You blurt. Billy remains calm as he smirks, handing you a knife which made you confused.”we know. And we love it. We love you.”

Your eyes filled with excitement as Stu chuckled.”But there’s a catch.” “I don’t get it, You reply. You weren’t entirely sure what was going on. What was their plan for you?

Billy comes closer and your heart is racing as he caresses your cheek. You were grinning like there was no tomorrow.

Your grin was so big you could’ve crushed your jaw. "How devoted are you? Billy asked. You excitedly reply," Very. But Billy, why did i get handed this knife?"

Billy chuckled. "Prove it." You were shocked."W-What?" Stu laughed evilly. "Prove your devotion by killing our bitchy girlfriends! We know you hate them so much! Youve killed for us before, right?"

You nodded, You've killed many cheerleaders and girls who flirted with them before. You’ve never been caught. Because you frame others or played your cards right.

"then kill them. Make sure they suffer."

You decided on killing Sidney first. You despised her more for some reason. Even if you loved Stu and Billy equally. Sidney was so annoying, and shy. Plus, everyone knew her.

Fortunately for you, Sidney was by herself. Her Father was on business. You made sure the days leading up you did research so you could do this right. You broke in easily. How dumb was Sidney? Didn't she learn from her attack?

Now you knew why you hated Sidney more. she was attacked by them. By Stu and Billy, who were yours. Not hers.

You didn’t really bother to do much other than freak her out a little by making her hear noises. You wore a Ghostface costume but the difference was, you didn’t prepare by calling her.

Stupidly, Sidney says,”Who’s there?” She enters the hallway and even though she herself hated the dumb final girls in horror movies, she was acting like one yourself.

You lunge forward so she doesn’t expect you. And she hit the floor hard, she screamed and had fear on her face. You had her pinned down and without hesistation, began stabbing her multiple times.

Blood spattered onto your costume but that made you happier. You weren’t even done when she was dead. “That’s what you get, whore, You whisper then gut her insides.

To make it look more realistic, You hung her body up on the nearest tree. She was officially with her mother now. But you weren’t done. Tatum was next.

She was with some guy which made your blood boil but he left so you didn't worry about murdering him. You would make her pay for cheating on Stu. Quietly, You break in. She wasn't stupid, unlike Sidney.

"Come out, motherfucker! Tatum yells, so you pounce, however, she pushes you off of her quick, you roughly hit the floor. You were stupid when you grunted. She knew now you were female.

Now behind her, You successfully stab her once. She begins crying but remains strong while running for her life. You'd kill her eventually. When you finally pinned her down, She began begging for her life. Wondering why her.

You stab her more so she would die quick and shut up. You did the same like you did with Sidney. You walk out and take off your mask, running over and hugging Stu and Billy.

"Good girl, Y/N. You proved your devotion."

[strawberrymilk-sunshine]

What would happen if

Azul sees a mershrimp!mc

This is your fault :D

Warning(s): manipulation, yandere-ish & animalistic Azul, biting, there's a predator/prey dynamic, Azul's just a teeny bit sadistic in this one ;)

Octopi eat shrimp. That is a well-known fact.

So when you, a shrimp mer, found out that Azul Ashengrotto was in fact an octopus, well... you were even more cautious around him than you were before.

But of course word gets out eventually. You can't hide your true form forever. And eventually, as all information around the school does, the info that you were a shrimp mer made its way to Azul.

"Ah, hello (Y/N)! Would you like to join me for lunch?" Azul asked you one day. Knowing Azul, this wasn't a question, it was more of a demand.

When you two got your lunch, he made a real show of describing the shrimp pasta he ordered. The texture, the quality, the taste of the shrimp... you knew what he was doing, what he was setting up.

This can't be good...

One day, the Leech twins showed up at your door.

"G'morning, Shrimpy~!"

"Azul wants to speak with you."

The pair of twins escorted you to Octavinelle, to the Mostro Lounge, and into the VIP room, where Azul was waiting for you.

He had a shrimp cocktail on his desk.

"Hello there, (Y/N). So glad you could meet me. Come, sit down." He smiled. "I see you eyeing the shrimp cocktail... it's for the both of us, you know. You can have some if you want, I don't mind~"

"No... no thanks." You said.

"More for me, I suppose." He shrugged, before eating one of the shrimp. That made you wince slightly. You knew the shrimp was dead, but it still didn't feel right to watch. "Now (Y/N), I have a wonderful deal for you! I'm sure you'll agree to it!"

"What makes you so sure I will?" You asked.

"Because you will severly regret it if you don't." Azul simply responded. "Well, actually... I'm not that cruel. I'll give you the grace of not being alive when I do that..." He smirked evilly to himself. "But the point is, you really don't want to decline this offer, (Y/N)."

You read over the details of the contract as Azul continued making a show of how much he enjoyed the shrimp cocktail...

"You see, (Y/N), I've taken quite the interest in you recently." Azul told you as you continued reading. "If you simply sign the contract and allow me to do whatever I want to you with a few exceptions... then I will grant you protection from everyone in the school who may want to... take advantage of your mer form~" He explained. "A wonderful deal, is it not?"

"...and what if I don't sign this?" You cautiously asked.

"Oh! Is it not clear to you yet?" He asked with a slight chuckle. "You may not have noticed it, but... I quite like the taste of shrimp. It's one of my favourite foods, in fact! And well, if you sign this contract... then I will consider not ripping your tail from your body, frying it up in the kitchen, and then eating it."

You just sat there in shock for a moment after hearing him say that.

"But of course, no pressure (Y/N)!" Azul smiled innocently. "Sign the contract or don't! I'm fine with whichever option you choose~"

Oh, well that's just great. Your options here are either to let Azul do whatever he wants to you, or literally die.

You sighed, and then signed your name upon Azul's golden contract scroll.

"Why thank you, (Y/N)."

Tomorrow was when everything began to go wrong.

Octopi eat shrimp. You know that, Azul knows that... he used that fact to his advantage. Whenever he needed to threaten you he would talk about cooking you up in a skillet, which always successfully quieted you down. He used the fact that he was one of your natural predators to his advantage whenever he could.

Sometimes he'd even talk about forcing you back into your mer form and boiling you alive if you broke contract... jeez, talk about harsh.

Azul was very unforgiving. Whenever you did something he didn't want you to, he immediately resorted to threatening you with death... whenever he saw your scared face, oh how it satisfied him. It gave him a rush. It just felt so amazing to know you were completely at his mercy.

He also made sure to order food that involved shrimp whenever you ate lunch with him. Seeing your uncomfortable face whenever he took a took a juicy bite of the shrimp was so fun! Sometimes he would ask you "Did you know this one?" in a taunting manner before eating another shrimp.

And as if everything else didn't make you feel uncomfortable enough, every now and again Azul would refer to you as prey or meat, always with a malicious grin on his face.

You had thought you could deal with this just for a day.

It's only for a day, right?

Oh, if only you knew how wrong you were.

This would be your life for the next few months, much to your displeasure...

One night, Azul invited you to his room.

You knew you weren't allowed to decline, so you reluctantly made your way over.

When you entered his room, he was already undressing.

"Hello there, (Y/N)." He said, not even looking back. "Close the door and get on the bed, please~"

You did as he asked, and you saw Azul slowly transforming back into his true self as he got onto the bed and pinned you down.

"(Y/N)... may I have... a bite...?" Azul asked, breathing heavily. "Just a small one, dearest... I just want to see... if you taste like a shrimp in this form..."

Before you could respond, Azul took a chunk out of your bicep. The wound was quickly numbed before you had the chance to feel any pain.

You could tell Azul was enjoying himself. He savoured the taste of your flesh in his mouth. He had a terrible smile on his face as he swallowed.

"You don't taste like shrimp, but... I'll take it~" He said. He wrapped one of his tentacles tightly around your wound to prevent the bleeding. "You should feel lucky you'e not in your true form right now. With your tiny size, even a single bite would've killed you. My venom is nearly harmless to humans, but... it would kill a shrimp like you immediately."

His teeth (beak?) were stained with blood... your blood....

And when you saw that, that was when you really started to panic.

"Oh... my little helpless prey... you delicious piece of meat... I'd just love to see your eyes well up with tears as I cruelly eat other shrimp merfolk just like you... I'd adore seeing your horrified face as the blood leaks out from my lips, letting the thought stew in your head that soon enough it'll be your turn~" Azul confessed.

"Get off of me...!" You demanded, trying to push him away. But every time you tried you push Azul off of you, his grip on you just got stronger.

"Ah, struggling, are we~?" Azul asked, licking his lips. "It won't do you any good. The ones who struggle always taste the best, it's like you want me to eat you alive! Everytime I look at your scared face, every little movement you make... oh, it just makes my mouth water darling~"

Azul's tentacles wrapped around your legs and slipped under your shirt.

"Every little movement you make just makes me hungrier." His warm saliva dripped down onto your chest as he spoke. "Luckily for you though, according to our contract, I can't kill you. I just thought it would be fun if I... teased you for a bit. It seems I was right!"

He collapsed onto you. He rubbed his face against yours, and whispered in your ear.

"I won't do anything to you, I promise. Now go to sleep, my cute shrimp~"

How Azul expected you to peacefully sleep after all that, you had no idea.

[ramp-it-up]

The One

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warmings:  18+, Minors DNI. Curate your own experience. Cursing, drinking, running, a raging argument in an established relationship, name calling, taunting, drunken raging, Twitter. SMUT, explicit, rough sex, fingering, tit slapping, orgasm denial, spitting, oral sex (mostly female receiving). Also, I’m sleepy. 😴

A/N: Not proofread. Also, I know very little about Chris and Jenny, and have no real opinion about their relationship. I made up the scenario about what happened there for the purposes of the story. THANKS FOR 400 FOLLOWERS TONIGHT! 🥳🎉🎊🍾👏🏽🎈

This fic is based on the following ask:

Anonymous asked:

Imagine idea :

Chris is drunk after a fight with the reader. He was On Twitter and saw some pics with Jenny and when the reader comes in he screams at her and says that Jenny was the one and not the reader. The reader get sad because she was always kind of insecure about the age gap with Chris. The day after he didn’t know what he says and she don’t say anything because she got the feeling that he was right. But one thing both didn’t noticed that Chris was drunk calling Scott and he knows everything Chris says and drive to Chris to give him a good clamp ahahhaha Chris was drunk and Just mentioned her name because he saw a post with Jenny.

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It had been the perfect day.

You slept in, then had a late brunch at home. 

You saw a message from Chris’ former co-star, Heidi, light up his phone that he’d plugged in on the kitchen counter when you two were tidying up.

You wondered why he was texting the bitch even after you told him that she wanted him. And after he agreed to cut off contact out of respect for you.

Heated, you didn’t even look around before you picked it up, put in his code and read a string of friendly, if not borderline flirty, texts.

Chris walked in the kitchen, caught you, and yelled at you for being in his phone. 

“What the hell is going on?”

“Exactly! What is going on, Chris. I thought we talked about this?” 

Chris rolled his eyes. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Oh, it’s a big fucking deal.”

You threw his phone on the marble countertop, which caused Chris to pick it up to see if it was cracked. Your temper was too much.

“We’re just friends! She knows we’re together, y/n!” 

You rolled your eyes. 

“And I know women, Chris. That doesn’t fucking matter to her. Sometimes you’re so oblivious. Or act like you are.” You huffed and rolled your eyes.

“I know you want to leave me for someone more glamorous and beautiful. Someone who will put up with your shit, everyone the media says you’re fucking. Go ahead and just do it!”

Chris’s temper was really rising now. You could tell as the red creeped up his chest to his neck. 

“Stop fucking saying that!” Chris was screaming now. “Is that what you want? To end it? Because you don’t have to make me do it. If you want to leave, just leave.”

You said shit like that a lot. And it scared and angered him. He wanted to know if you were trying to make him break up with you so you would be free.

“Why are you being such a fucking…” Chris stopped himself. He knew better than to call you out of your name.

Your head almost spun around. You smiled evilly. 

“Go ahead, say what you wanna say, Chris. Or are you scared?”

Chris exploded. “A fucking BITCH.”  He was shaking because you went there.

“How many times do I have to tell you, I’m not fucking anyone else!”

Chris lost it and punched the wall, making a hole in the drywall and definitely injuring his hand.

You just stood there with your mouth open and in silence. You went toward him to look at his hand, and he just put both of them up, backing away from you and going to the liquor cabinet.

He retreated to the deck with a bottle of Jameson’s. He wanted to dull the pain, in his hand, and in his heart. He hated when you hurt each other.

You understood that you both crossed the line, so you let him be. You went upstairs to change into your running clothes to get out and clear your head.

Chris settled on a deck lounger, started drinking from the bottle and got online, which is never a good thing, but he needed something to distract him. He started reading tweets about himself, and following a thread of Chris + Jenny stans.

The more he drank, the more he started reminiscing.

There were good times. He was happy. Mostly. He thought she was the one. Sometimes. But she broke his heart. He was just a rebound. 

Her handsome arm candy.

Then he thought of you. His heart melted; you really loved him. He was sure of it. But loving him was hard. He realized that you felt the same way about him that he felt about Jenny. Always waiting for the other shoe to drop. 

Insecure. 

And you had good reason to be. Everything you’d said about women coming after him was true. But what you didn’t realize is that since he’d met you other women didn’t matter to him. 

You were the one, not Jenny.

Chris began to get melancholy. He’d fucked up. You were nothing but good to him and you just asked him to respect you and listen to your feelings. He’d ignored that. 

Shit, why did he yell at you like that?  

He went to erase Heidi’s contact and block her number. He was confident that you were never going to throw him away like Jenny did. She was the one who’d hurt him. Not you. Never you. He recognized that you wouldn’t ever hurt him on purpose.

His mind was racing with how to apologize when you came back. He was an idiot. The pain in his heart was replaced with regret and his hand had slowed to a dull throb.

But then 30 minutes turned to 3 hours, and by the time you got back, the bottle was empty and Chris’s eyes were red with rage and worry. 

Maybe you were just like Jenny after all.

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You ran, and then went to get some coffee. You ran into Shelby at the cafe and distracted yourself with mindless chatter, then walked back. You were ready to apologize by the time you opened the door.

When he heard the door, Chris picked up his phone and met you in the living room. He was obviously shitfaced.

“WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN!?” 

Chris’s voice boomed throughout the house and you jumped. Then you just stood there, shocked at his outburst. 

“The hell are you talking to me like that?” 

He was unsteady on his feet. He leaned toward you, and you could tell that someone was spinning the room for him.

“I don’t want it to be you!” 

He had to let you know that he knew that you wouldn’t be the one to hurt him. Chris pointed his phone at you. 

“You’re not the one. Jenny’s the only one. Not you! Not ever you!”

You couldn’t believe your ears. But then again you could. It was what you were afraid of. You were head over heels. And Chris could find someone on his level. Like Jenny.

“Well, Fuck You very much, Chris.” 

You brushed your tears away and ran past him up the stairs to the bedroom, locking the door and crying your eyes out. You got out your suitcase.

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Chris started up after you, calling your name, and then suddenly needed to duck in the downstairs bathroom to throw up. 

He tried to make it up the stairs and had to sit down on the floor near the bottom. Then, he needed to lay down just for a minute.

The next thing Chris knew, it was morning, and he woke up to a pounding on the door and in his head. He rolled over on the floor, and something stabbed him in the side.

Groaning, he reached down and saw your keys to his house, his cars, and his life, all on the Tiffany heart keychain he’d given them to you. He was staring at them, confused, when Scott opened the door with his key.

“There he is. My brother. The fuck up.”

Chris groaned again, sat up on the bottom stair and held his head. 

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Nevermind me. It’s not often I get to say that, only when you publish your dick pic to the internet or you RUN OFF THE BEST THING THAT’S EVER HAPPENED TO YOU!”

Chris winced when Scott yelled, his head a pounding mass of meat wrapped in fuzzy cotton. 

He didn’t understand why he was being tortured and he didn’t understand why his hand hurt.  He looked at it, all bruised up, and the keys inside it.

“Just tell me, Scott. Why are you here?”

Scott leaned up against the door. 

“Did you know you drunk dialed me last night?” 

Chris looked up at Scott, and his face was a sight as his brother told him what he’d said to you.

“Fuuuuuck me!” He put his head in his hands again. 

“I don’t know if she ever will again,” Scott joked, but Chris didn’t laugh. 

“I called her after you apparently passed out and wouldn't pick up your phone.  She was ready to catch an early morning flight, but I convinced her to sleep in today and leave tomorrow.”

Chris moved his hands down from his eyes and stared out the patio doors, trying to think.

“I put her up in the Four Seasons, on your dime of course.  Room 6145. Penthouse. Could be pretty romantic. If she were in that kind of mood.”

Chris looked up at Scott, smiled weakly, jumped up and hugged him, then made for the door. Scott jumped in front of him.

“Trust me, you’ll want to get some water and coffee in you, and shower and brush your teeth. You look and smell like shit.”

“Right.” Chris nodded, flexing his hand. He could still move it. He was glad it wasn’t broken. “Thanks, bro.”

“No problem.” Scott walked into the bathroom as Chris went to the kitchen, groaning when he saw the hole in the wall. He’d have to ask Scott to get it fixed before you saw it again. 

If he could convince you to come back.

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It was 11 am, and Scott had verified that you were still in the room. Chris just stood there, nervous and terrified that you were just going to be done with him.

Room service came and headed toward your door. Chris waved them down and when they saw his face, they stopped in their tracks, shocked.

“Hey, can you do me a favor?”

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You climbed out of the wonderful deep jetted tub, having soaked until the water got cold and your fingers were wrinkled. You pulled on the plush Four Seasons terry cloth robe that was provided with the suite.

You felt calmer than last night, and after some sleep and relaxation, you realized that you’d been a fool to think that Chris would want you forever like you thought.

It was for the best that you leave and start over, to focus on your consulting business and yourself for a while.

You opened the door with a smile on your face for the attendant, and you let them into the room, your back turned to the door while they brought the cart in. You turned back around and there was Chris.

You grew heated, and your heart began to race while the attendant scurried out. Chris’s face was a welcome sight, but you were still angry.

There you were, looking so beautiful, curls tied up in your favorite silk scarf, cocoa skin radiant in a white fluffy robe.  You should have been comfortable, but your eyes were wide and scared.

He’d done this to you.

“Fuck, y/n… I…”

You interrupted him. 

“You’ve got some mutha fuckin nerve. How dare you just run up in here, using that fucking face,” you flung your hand up, “using who you are to get into my room. How did you even know where…?”  

Your mouth dropped open at the realization of what Scott had done. You turned on your heel to get your things. You didn’t care that you were naked under your robe. You didn’t care that you still loved Chris. You were out. This second.

Chris moved to block you from entering the bedroom of the suite. You tried to push past him, all 5’ 4” of you versus 6 feet of him.

“Move, Chris!” 

You glared up at him, your body responding to him in ways you weren’t prepared to admit. You were betrayed by your pussy.

“I just want you to listen to me.  Then you can leave, stay, do whatever you want. Just hear me out.”

You and him physically was always the shit. His arms across his chest did things to you  But you kept mean mugging him, making him hard for you. 

You stepped back and said, “Okay.  You have 10 minutes.  Then I’m out, Chris.”

You paced back to the couch in the living room of the suite, watching him warily.

Chris paced in front of you, making it inevitable that you follow his lean form back and forth across the carpet. You noticed that his hand was bandaged and that he kept flexing it. 

You hoped it wasn’t broken. No matter what, you cared what happened to him. You would always love him. Even if it was the end of your relationship.

“First of all, I’m sorry. My anger got the best of me, and I was violent and that is never acceptable.  Even though I didn’t touch you, it’s not ok, and I know it was intimidating. I take responsibility.”

He stopped and looked at you, you melted a little, but you didn’t give any outward sign. Being a business owner taught you a mean poker face. 

But the shirt he was wearing made his true blue eyes pop and you could see a hint of his chain around his neck under the fitted henley.

You suppressed a shiver at the memory of the things you did to have that chain and medallion wave in your face, to have it clenched between your teeth as Chris had his way with you, and you with him.

You focused on him, pointedly looking at your watch. Chris’ anxiety peaked when he saw that.

He stepped toward you and thought that he recognized the look in your eyes.  He was almost sure that you still wanted him, sure that you still cared.  He could only hope as he came closer.

“And then I started drinking. And while you were gone, I came across some posts about me and Jenny. And it took me back there.”

At those words, you crossed your arms and averted your eyes, defenses up. You didn’t want to hear about how much he loved Jenny.

Then, Chris swiftly moved to sit on his haunches, becoming eye level with you.  

“And I realized that she never really loved me. Not like you loved me.”  

Chris speaking about your love in the past tense made you a little angry and you stared him in the eyes. 

It was just the reaction he hoped for. Your attitude. He loved it. He hid a smirk so that he could continue, but you saw the glimmer in his eyes. And you rolled yours.

Chris then picked up the sash to your robe and started playing with it, your eyes drawn to his thick fingers. You didn’t know why that was getting you hot, but it was. You opened your mouth to breathe.

Chris’s voice cracked when he said. “And to me she was the mountaintop. Another, different kind of conquest. But I realized that I never really loved her. Not like I love you.”

Present tense.

Now you were looking into his eyes, about to fall into them. Shit. He had you hooked. But then you remembered, and drew back.

“Yeah, I know what I said, but what I was trying to express was that I know it could never be you to hurt me like Jenny did. That I didn’t want you to hurt me like she did. Not when I’ve thought about forever…” 

He moved even closer. “I mean forever, forever, with you.”

All of a sudden you couldn’t breathe. Chris got on his knees.

“I want to be in this position again with you one day. One day soon. But not like this. I don’t want it to be to try to get you back. I want us to be good.” 

He sighed, pensive. “I want you to be smiling and happy, and even have our families there.”

You don’t know how your face looked at that moment, but Chris started smiling at you. You were so beautiful to him right now.

“I was drunk, and I couldn’t use my words correctly. I yelled and I screamed and I punched the wall. I fucked up and may have lost you forever, but I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m so sorry.” 

You felt yourself get emotional, but you tried to calm down.

“I’m just so fucking scared that you will get tired of all the bullshit that comes with me and leave… and I absolutely wouldn’t blame you. But there’s no one else, y/n.  No one else can compare…”

“Chris…” 

You raised your hand to his face, eyes searching his. You could tell he was being honest.

Chris grabbed your hand and started kissing your palm.

“So.” He looked at you with those eyes. “Is this goodbye?…” His lips were giving you shivers. “Or hello again? Can we start over?”

Chris trailed his lips from your palm, to the pulse point at your wrists and lingered there, licking the delicate skin. Then he moved up your arm to the opening in the robe. 

He pushed his torso in between your legs and leaned into your neck, inhaling the lavender bath oil that was your favorite. And his, too. 

He moaned as you leaned your head to the side, giving him access. But he didn't just want the physical. He breathed into the shell of your ear. 

“Please come home, baby…”

You just moaned as he started sucking right below your ear, your spot. Desire took over for Chris when he heard your sounds.

“Fuck it. I can tell that you still want me. If this is goodbye, then I’m going to make it worth your time.”

Your back arched and Chris palmed your bounteous ass over the robe, pulling you flush to his crotch.  He smiled as he felt the warmth coming from you.

“You’re so fucking warm, babe. Are you wet, too?  Are you wet for me? Do you want my cock? I mean, do you want your thick, fat, cock to fuck you babe?” 

Chris was kissing down your neck into the cleavage that the robe was revealing with each sentence as you opened your legs. Your pussy was quivering for him, but you still didn’t answer him.

Chris looked up at you with those eyes and pulled on the robe sash. It fell open and he looked down and bit his lip, taking in your warm skin, lovely breasts, and elegant pussy, with the manicured triangle of hair kept like he preferred, and offered up for his taking. 

You still looked like his girl, and he smiled as he looked up into your eyes. But he had to be certain. He lowered his head, keeping eye contact and descended toward one small hard mountain peak, kissing it gently, tentatively, while watching you.

You were mesmerized as his tongue peeked out and licked it, then he opened his lips and enveloped it, moistening it with his pink lips. 

The look on your face compelled him, and he fully enveloped your nipple and started sucking roughly, still keeping eye contact. You were determined not to close your eyes, but it was difficult. You bit your lip to stay still.

Chris’s bandaged hand was dangerous, however, and it came up to pinch and roll your other nipple. You arched into his hand as he became rougher and rougher. 

He switched nipples and hands and his saliva made your breast that much more pliable and sensitive. He slapped it, and then rubbed it with the rough bandage, making you cry out and moan as his other hand trailed down your body to your cunt.

“This pussy will still be mine, even if you leave me.” He smiled cockily while looking down on it. 

He looked at you, before lifting his hand to his mouth, looking straight into your eyes and spitting on his fingers before bringing them down to your cunt.

“I think, that if even if you leave and  move back to Houston, and I come to town, that if I I call you, even if you’re with someone else, you would meet me in a parking lot and let me fuck you over the hood of my rental car.” 

He was faintly tracing your pussy lips and instantly your control was gone. You were sopping wet, because of his words and because of the knowledge that what he was saying was the truth.

“Oh,” was all you could say. You were adding to the wetness of the saliva on his fingers.

Chris smiled and tilted his head as his two thick digits breached your opening. He had his answer as you threw your head back and let him finger fuck you while he rolled and slapped and pinched your nipple.

His thumb was lightly brushing your clit and you wanted so much more.  Chris could sense that and he pressed down roughly on it, causing an electric jolt up your body, which you keened for, arching your body into his hand.

Chris moved his hand from your breast to your neck and applied the pressure that you wanted and needed and that he was expert at while he stuffed another finger inside you and circled your clit with his thumb. 

You floated among the clouds as you came like fireworks, and all over his hand.  

He watched you come undone, and come down, rubbing his hard cock through his pants with one hand while he sucked your juices off his fingers, releasing each with a loud pop.  When you opened your eyes, you smiled.

You pulled his hand and started licking yourself off him, flattening your tongue against his palm. 

“I forgive you Chris. I forgave you when you conned your way into my room, you ass.” 

You smiled against his hand as he groaned, relieved and desperate for you.

“But you still have some work to do.”

“What do you want? Anything.”  

Now Chris was breathless, anticipating payback.

“First, you need to take those damn clothes off.”

He quickly moved to take off his shirt, and then stood up to take off his pants.  You smirked as hs cock sprang up immediately when he peeled them down. He wasn’t wearing underwear.

Chris caught your look. 

“What? I wanted to be prepared.”  He chuckled softly while pumping his cock lightly, expecting to immediately fuck you.

He moved toward you. But you quickly moved off the couch and into the bedroom, forcing him to follow you, and his dick, into the other room.

You sat on the edge of the bed as he remained standing. 

“What do you need, babe?”

You reached for his cock and tugged it toward you, opening your mouth and deep throating it, wetting it from root to tip and then spit on it. Chris moaned as you started to stroke. Then you stopped.

“I need you to jack off for me.” 

“Ugh! You’re so fucking nasty. I love you.”

Chris instantly started where you left off. This didn’t seem like work.

You leaned back on your elbows, watching him, and licking your lips.

“And I need for you not to stop, and not to come. Until I tell you.” 

You looked him in the eye and that was when Chris knew he was doomed.  A chill ran down his spine as you reached down and started playing with your pussy.

“Fuck!”

You looked so damn good.  He licked his lips and stroked harder and faster, his balls drawing up already. 

“Shit, y/n.”

You watched his eyes, and got wetter at his blown pupils and glazed look. 

“You like that?”

“Fuck yeah.”  

His voice was broken and desperate. He fisted his cock, and held his balls, trying to stave off the inevitable. 

You turned around, got on your knees and reached back between your legs and ran your fingers up and down your slit.

“How about that?”

“Goddamnit!” 

Chris grunted as he tried to hold it in. You were a goddess. He licked his lips. Wanting to taste you. So he did. 

He dove in, tongue competing with your fingers to command your slit. You finally gave in to his expert mouth and he savored your salty goodness.

“Fuck, Chris, you better still be…”

“I am. Christ.” 

He was leaking in his hand, but he had it under control. Barely.

Chris stopped eating you out for a second, grabbed your ass cheek with one hand, stretched you open, spit on your tighter hole, and watched it slide down your satin lips to drip onto the bed. 

His warm saliva made your pussy quiver and he watched it lovingly. Then he dove in again.

He sped up his movements with his other hand and you could hear the smooth skin of his dick sliding on his palm while his tongue did forbidden things to you.

“Ffffffuuckkkkkkk! Chrisssss.” 

You came, burying your scream in the mattress, and even harder than before. You couldn’t believe that he’d turned the tables on you.

Chris ate you out through your orgasm, holding you down with one hand like it was nothing. 

He was god of war, love, and sex, all at once. 

Fuck Captain America.

You came again, almost immediately.

When he was done with his meal, he let you go, wiped his mouth with the back of his free hand and stepped back.

“Fuck, what do you want me to do? I can’t take it much longer…” Chris’s sexy growling voice got to you. 

“What do you wanna do, Chris? How do you want to take me, Daddy?”  Chris’s cock jumped in his hand, he slapped your ass, and watched it jiggle.

Chris entered your wet, wet pussy, and marvel how if felt like it was choking the life out of him.  He had to stop moving, or he would burst almost immediately.

“How the fuck are you so wet, but so tight.  It’s like a fucking vice grip, geeze.” 

You both waited and felt it jump inside you, then Chris reached down, grabbed you by the neck and pulled you upright and flush to his chest.  

One hand clutched your throat and the other arm hooked under your leg, allowing him to piston up into you upright while your other leg dangled, your big toe barely touching the ground.

Chris held you and fucked up into you, grunting each time the large mushroom cap head of his cock was stuffed into your pussy. 

“Ugh, gatdamn it, you were thinking of leaving, ugh, you wanted to leave this, mmmmmm, this dick that, ugh, that fucks you like this?” 

Chris’s mouth was near your ear, which was on his shoulder because your head had fallen back on his chest. He was using you like a sex toy as he fucked you senseless. 

His dick slicked in and out of you with obscene wetness, Chris somehow lifting you up and slipping completely out of you and pounding back into you with force.

“Chris!!!” 

You started shaking, your center of gravity being where you and he were connected.

He fucked you even harder and faster, chasing his release, but he maneuvered his hand to find your clit, refusing to come before you. 

“Fuck! You know you were going to miss this cock that your sweet cunt fits… like…  a …mutha …fuckin…  glove!” 

"Ahhhh!" 

You screamed as you fluttered around his cock. He could take only so much before he had to shut his eyes and bite down on your collarbone. Chris’s legs were trembling now.

"Take all of it!." He was hitting your spot.  "How does it feel?" 

Although the feeling was intense, you tried to speak. 

"L-l-l-like h-heav-v-v-ennnnn." 

The sound of your voice made his release start to build. 

With each of his thrusts, the sweet tightness began to build until you came, screaming and moaning in pleasure.

“Oh shiiiiitttttt!”  Chris exploded inside your tight wet cunt. He wanted to fill you up like never before. He wanted to put his baby in you and tie you forever to him. That made his balls empty.

He fell back on the bed, with you on top of him, slipping out of you and depositing you on the bed beside him.

Chris couldn't help but smile as you both came down.  He was made for this.

Chris put his hand on your cheek, brushing your beautiful lips with his thumb. You smiled under his attention into his sea blue eyes.

“I love you.” You grinned. 

“God, I love you.”  You sobered up, taking in the weight of his words.

“Is it weird that I want to get you pregnant before we’re married?”

You made a face.

“Who says I want to marry you?”

Chris scooped you in his arms and rolled you over on top of him.

“You don’t want to marry me? You’d say no if I asked?” 

You held in a giggle.

“Nah. I’m gonna move back to Houston and marry someone else so you can come in town and fuck me over the hood of your rental car. That sounds hot as fuck.”

Chris released an anxious breath.

You took his head in your hands.

“Easy now. Ask what you want to ask.” Chris started to speak. You put your finger over his mouth.  

“When you want to ask it.” You looked into his eyes again. “I won’t break your heart.”

Chris smiled at you and said, “I know.” He kissed you. 

And when you pulled away, breathless, he told you, “You’re the One.”

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[acewithapaintbrush]

OK so @lunamadrigal put the idea of a Pepa and Alma bodyswap a la Freaky Friday into my head and I had to write something real quick, just a little drabble.

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"I'm so sorry." little Olive wails. 

Dolores shushes her daughter and assures her that everything is fine. "These things happen, mija. Don't worry about it. Just calm down and let's get you to bed so you can rest. We'll undo it tomorrow." She turns to her mother and grandmother. "Everything is fine, right?" 

Pepa smiles. It feels weird on her face and not just because it's not fine, not fine at all, but also because it is not her face. 

And isn't that a nightmare inducing thought. 

"Right!" 

Alma just nods. Good thing Olive is too young yet to realize what the dark, thundering cloud over her head means. 

Dolores accompanies the sniffling child into her new room. The others only wait long enough until they hear the door click shut before completely losing their minds. 

"I'm old!" Pepa screeches. She hurries to a mirror. It's slow going. Her old bones creak with every step. She screeches once more when not her own face, but her mother's stares back at her "I'm so old, oh Dios, I'm old!" 

"Pepa!" Her mother scolds. Everyone is weirded out seeing the otherwise animated Pepa so oddly still, with hands folded in front of her stomach and head held high. "I'm right here!" 

The cloud over her head belies her calm. It is dark and thundering and raining a little. Her eye twitches every time a raindrop lands on her head. 

Pepa smirks evilly and points at her mother (at herself?) "Mama. You have a cloud." 

A fresh downpour starts up and Alma groans and waves her arms above her head. To no avail. 

Felix stares between the two of them. He looks sick. "I don't know how to deal with this. Seriously. I don't." 

"Oh yeah? Imagine how I feel!" Pepa squishes her mother's face (or is it her face now?) between her hands, still staring into the mirror. Anything to make the wrinkles disappear. "I'm so old!" 

"What kind of gift is this?" Camilo wonders. "Body swapping?" 

"Maybe it's a karma gift." Bruno snickers. He turns to Pepa, only at the last second remembering that he has to look at his mother if he wants to address his sister. Wow, that's a headache in the making. "That's what you get for calling me old all the time." 

Pepa wants to hit him, but her old body does not cooperate. Julieta has to support her. 

"Easy Pepa. Whatever it is, I'm sure we can reverse it in the morning when Olive has calmed down. Let's just go to bed." 

"That's a good idea. Things will look better in the morning. Now I need some cuddles to calm down." 

Felix looks dazed as he takes his wife's arm to lead her to their bedroom. Only a very pointed clearing of the throat alerts him to the fact that he has taken his wife's arm. 

The body of his wife.

"I don't know if that is proper, Felix." Alma muses with the voice of Pepa. His actual wife taps her foot and has her hands on her hips with an unamused scowl, while everyone else howls with laughter. 

Felix drops the arm like it's on fire. 

"I don't know how to deal with this!" he wails just like little Olive earlier. "I really don't!" 

[eloquent-vowel]

I have had a few bucky x read fic ideas bouncing around in my head and i cant write! So here is one,

Sam find a person who stairs and doesnt talk a whole lot because they uses ✨telepathy ✨. So Sam think they would be a good fit for Bucky, but he doesn’t know they have that power he just thinks they are mute. Then there is a thing where the reader is telling Buck how it works and they if they have something to connect them together like an object *reader motions to dog tags* they can have an unbreakable mind link. Then they fall in love or something. This is dumb, thank you for coming to my TedTalk

Hey! Thank you so much for this request, it wasn't dumb at all. I really enjoyed writing this. I may have gotten a bit carried away, this may sit close to 4000 words but we vibe. I hope this is what you had in mind! Please enjoy! <3

Click here for my masterlist of other fics and check in my bio for requests if anyone wishes to ask!

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Bucky had been enjoying a moments peace, he loved working with Sam but sometimes all he wanted was to put his feet up, put on some vinyl and enjoy a good cup of coffee all while reading a brilliant book. He had been trying to get into Game of Thrones lately, on Sam’s insistence, and he had been enjoying it. With the crackles of Glenn Miller from the turntable he missed the clunky footsteps coming up the stairs.

The sight that greeted Sam needed to be photographed. Bucky was lounging back on his ‘old man armchair’ feet up, hair in a towel, in a bathrobe, coffee in hand and facemask on, this was definitely one for the family album.

At the sound of the phone shutter Bucky practically launched himself out of the chair.

“Oh, you are never gonna live this one down old boy, it’s going to haunt you.” Sam almost cackled evilly as he began to email the photo to himself- he had learnt the hard way that Bucky was very proficient at breaking phones.

“You better not upload that photo anywhere, Wilson, I have a reputation to uphold.”

“Pfft, reputation, that’s funny.”

Bucky scoffed as he stood up, placing his book carefully on the side table, “Big scary super soldier, people hardly run-in fear from a guy in a bathrobe.”

“I disagree, a man in a bathrobe is definitely something you should run from. AH NOPE!” Sam jumped backwards, on top of a nearby chair, as Bucky lunged for the phone, towel turban falling off in the process. “You are not breaking this phone as well.”

“Fine. But you gotta promise not to post that anywhere.” Bucky huffed.

“I won’t.”

“Good.”

“As long as- “

“Oh no, I’m not doing anything for you.”

“Think of it as payment for the last phone you broke and insurance for this picture.”

There was silence for a moment as the two friends eyed each other up. Sam raised his eyebrows, Bucky’s eyes narrowed. It was an intense staring match between a guy in a bathrobe and a precariously balanced man. A clock ticked.

“Fine.” Bucky conceded. “What do you want?”

“For you to come to a meeting.”

“The families of Veterans ones?”

“Yeah.” Sam slowly started climbing down from the chair. “And before you get your old man pants in a twist, I’m not trying to force you to talk or anything, kinda.”

“Kinda?” Suspicion laced through Bucky’s voice.

“You know sign language, right?”

“Which kind?”

“American? I think?”

“Yeah, I know ASL, might be a bit rusty but I’m sure it still holds up. Why do you ask?”

Sam shifted slightly on his feet, “There’s this person, they come in every week and listen. I tried to talk to them, but they communicate through sign language, and I don’t have anyone there to talk with them.” He cast his eyes to the floor, “I feel bad. They were brave enough to come to the group only to basically be ignored ‘because we didn’t plan well enough.”

Bucky smiled, face mask crinkling around his smile lines, “You could have just asked me to Sam. You didn’t have to blackmail me into this, of course I’ll help. When’s the next meeting?”

“This evening. You gonna be ready or do you need some more ‘me’ time.”

Bucky simply chuckled at Sam’s teasing tone, patted his shoulder making sure to squeeze just a bit too hard before retreating to his room.

“I’ll be there, Wilson, and I will look so much younger than you!”

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It was frustrating to you, going along to these meetings and not being able to communicate. You could always speak into someone’s mind but all that usually accomplished was a very paranoid person. But just listening to other’s stories really helped the grief from losing someone so close to you. You related to most of the people there and even though they didn’t understand you a lot of the time, you were always made to feel welcome- with friendly pats on the back and the odd tissue thrown your way.

You bustled into the familiar building with a new sense of excitement as Sam had promised to bring a translator for you this week. It was finally time to say your thanks to some of the people there and finally let the group know about your brother, so that it wasn’t only you that remembered him.

You all but ran through the hallways until you caught sight of a familiar smiling man. Sam was facing you, talking animatedly to another man, the strangers back was to you. He was tall, broad shouldered and dressed in a vintage looking leather jacket and rather well fitted trousers. Now the debate was: does the tailoring make the ass, or does the ass make the tailoring. You were halfway through the arguments on either side when Sam shouting your name disrupted the intense debating in your mind. You blushed at being caught, then blushed some more when you caught sight of the stranger’s face. Twinkling blue eyes under a deep-set brow should have made him intimidating, but he was smiling, and his face was dazzling. There was an immediate fluttering in your stomach.

“Hey, I’m Bucky.” Dear lord even his voice was nice, what made you smile even more was the fact that he signed as he spoke. Well, Sam certainly knew how to pick them well. “Sam introduced me; said you wanted an interpreter.”

You nodded as you signed back, “Nice to meet you, thank you for helping out.”

“No problem, Sam has told me a bit about you.”

“Good things I hope.”

“Okay I recognise my own name, you two better not be conspiring against me.” Sam piped up, to be honest you had forgotten about him for a moment.

Bucky laughed, and it sent a little thrill down you, he really was adorable.

“No worries, Wilson, just letting them know all your dirty little secrets.”

“Right, you two get in there, before you make me sleep with one eye open.”

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You and Bucky caught each other’s eye, his eyes were twinkling with mischief, and you couldn’t help the smile that overtook you. You had a feeling that the two of you would get on just fine.

The meeting passed easily. Bucky translated your signs and you finally felt like you could actually take part in these meetings. Everyone listened intently when you spoke of your brother and when you had thanked the whole group for being so open to you a couple of people shed a tear. By the end of the meeting though you were tired and very accepting of Bucky’s offer to walk you home.

It was a lot of side glances and hidden smiles and you walked side by side. Drawn to each other under the moonlit sky, it was nice to just be in the presence of someone who had such a kind aura. You spent the walk trying to work up the confidence to sign something, anything but nothing came to mind and Bucky seemed quite content to just walk in comfortable silence.

You soon reached your home, you turned to Bucky with a smile on your face and signed,

“Thanks for today, Bucky. You were really helpful.”

“No problem.” He signed back,

You hesitated slightly before signing, “Would you be happy to have a coffee with me, tomorrow?”

Bucky went a little red in the face, and chuckled, “I would love to, I know a nice place, real cosy. I’ll text you the details.”

“You know how to text?”

“Hey! I get enough stick from Sam, don’t need you getting on my case too. I’ll have you know that I am very adaptable.”

“Sure, Sure.” You smiled at his flustered tone. “I’ll wait for your text then, have a good evening.”

“You too.”

The two of you stared slightly awkwardly at each other, neither wanting to be the first to turn around. You shuffled your feet away slowing, smiling awkwardly once more at Bucky before turning. You heard his footsteps start to fade away as you walked towards your home. You were but three steps to the door when a large figure in a hoodie slammed into you, you raised your arms instinctively to block them when you noticed your shoulder was lighter. The bastard had stolen your bag.

You immediately took chase, chasing around the corner you just walked down but they were fast, faster then you at least. As you rounded the corner you caught sight of Bucky walking ahead. The thief wouldn’t stand a change against him. Without a second thought you cast your thoughts towards Bucky,

“Bucky! Thief! My Bag! Behind you!”

You saw Bucky flinch slightly then turn bewildered, his eyes widening when he saw you hurting towards him, chasing the hooded figure. He caught on and launched after the thief as well, with barely any effort he knocked the thief to the ground, grabbed your bag and whipped out his phone to call the cops.

Well, that was hot.

You took your bag back, immediately checking that you brother’s lucky coin was in the zippy pocket, to your relief it was still there. You looked up to see Bucky staring at you with a very puzzled look on his face. You sighed before casting your thoughts to his head once more,

“I’ll explain later.”

Bucky let out a strange, decompressed noise of shock, it made you giggle. The two of you waited in silence until the police came and took the thief away. The police car had barely driven away when he turned to you.

“Did you just, talk in my head? Or did my conscious just suddenly get really loud.”

“I did. Hi. Sorry about that.”

He waved his hands dismissively. “Believe it or not, not the weirdest thing I’ve encountered.”

“Well, that’s reassuring.”

There was an awkward silence.

“So,” You started, resorting back to sign language, it felt less invasive, “Still down for coffee?”

Bucky smiled, “One hundred percent. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah. Bye Bucky. Thanks for getting my bag back.”

“No problem, see ya.”

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The coffee shop that Bucky invited you to, was tucked away, it was the kind of place that you would stumble over on accident. With a simple door and a big window out the front, that lead soft orange light filter out onto the alley. There was the faint sound of jazz leaking out of the building, you smirked. It was such an old fashioned place, of course this was where Bucky frequented.

The bell tinkled slightly as you entered the café, where you were greeted with the smell of fresh coffee and baked goods. You caught sight of Bucky’s broad shoulders sitting in the corner, and you made your way over to him, smiling at the barista as you passed.

As if sensing you, Bucky turned to smile and wave. He was dressed in casual clothes like last time, but this time his hair was loose around his shoulders. You smiled back before settling into the seat opposite him.

His hands moved hesitantly as he signed, “What would you like? I can recommend their hot chocolate, its very warming/”

“Hot chocolate it is.”

You could tell he wanted to ask you a million questions but to his credit he walked slowly to get the drinks, he even took his time carefully carrying the tray of drinks back to your table. He placed a delicious looking hot chocolate in front of you. You watched as he took a sip.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1-

“So,” Here we go, “What is it you can do, you can speak in peoples’ heads, can you,” He lowered his voice and leaned in, “Can you read people’s minds?”

You giggled slightly, his eyes were basically sparkling, he was definitely nerding out about this.

You set the hot chocolate down before casting your thoughts to his head, “I can speak in peoples heads relatively easily, it’s how I talk most of the time to people I know. I guess you could call it Telepathy.”

Bucky’s eyes were as wide as saucers, “So you can’t read thoughts, only… speak them?”

“I like to call it casting, makes me feel like a sorcerer. I can read thoughts, but it takes a lot of energy. I used to be able to talk with my brother from across the house. That usually requires some kind of connection.”

“Oh, so like a blood or family connection? Do you have to know the person very well?”

“That certainly helps but it’s not always necessary. If I have a personal object that belongs to that person, something I can hold and connect to them it isn’t hard to make a two-way connection. Especially if that person is willing to open their mind.”

Bucky seemed to be caught in thought for a second. “So, if I were to give you something of mine, we could both talk in our… heads?”

“Well yes, but Bucky we have only just met. Letting me into your head is a lot. I try not to pry but sometimes I’ve found that thoughts just burst through. Let’s get to know each other a before that happens.”

Bucky smiled at you before speaking and signing, “You’re right. Let’s get to know one another. I find you fascinating.”

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It happened on the fifth date. Bucky was just walking you home after a lovely dinner at a small Italian that he claimed he went to back in the 40s. Just outside your door, under the glow of a lamppost he turned to you and took a deep breath before speaking.

“I know this may be a lot, but I wanted to give you these.” He reached around his neck and pulled off something silver. You gasped slightly as he held out his dog tags, immaculately preserved after all these years.

“Are you sure, Bucky? This is a lot.”

“I know and if you aren’t comfortable with it then just let me know but I want to give them to you.”

“You know what this means Bucky?”

“Yeah, I know, I just figured that you’re already in my head all the time anyways, just can’t seem to get you out of it.”

“You cheeseball.” You smirked at him before taking the dog tags and placing them around your neck. You gripped the cold metal for a moment, concentrating on the man in front of you. Taking everything, you knew about him and stretching out a connection, like a hand reaching out to clasp another.

“Testing, Testing, Testing, one two, one two, can my Telepathic partner hear me?”

You laughed, “Yes I can Bucky, you big dork.”

Bucky whooped out loud before sweeping you up in a big hug. The two of you laughing under the lamp light. His joy was infectious, and you couldn’t fight the smile off your face.

“Oh, we are going to have so much fun messing with Sam.”

“You’re evil.”

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Of course, the two of you made a pact not to tell Sam until he worked it out, which wouldn’t be anytime soon according to Bucky. It led to some very memorable moments and Sam refusing to play any form of card or board game with either of you because you always managed to win, somehow. Not to mention all the times you had spoken in eery unison around him.

“I swear, its like you two can read each other’s minds sometimes.” Sam threw his hands up in frustration at another lost game of charades.

You smirked at Bucky across the room, “Should you tell him, or shall I?”

“I think he’s been through enough, I got it.”

Bucky cleared his throat, “We can.”

Sam whipped around to face Bucky, a look of sheer disbelief on his face, “Seriously Bucky-boy, if you think I believe that after all-

“Hello Sam.” You cast your thoughts to him, in the creepiest old lady voice you could muster.

Sam yelped, before turning accusingly at you, “You better be joking around with me right now, I am not dealing with any kind of ghosts in this house.”

“Sorry! Surprise I’m telepathic!”

“You’re serious.”

You nodded.

Sam put his head in his hands and sighed, “Not the weirdest thing ever. Wait, does this mean you have been cheating this entire time.”

You both looked guiltily at one another.

“You owe me. That poker night, void.”

You both laughed, “We’ll have a fair rematch this time Sam.”

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It had been close to a year since you had made it official with Bucky and you were now much more comfortable around one another. He no longer just dropped you off at the lamppost but cam inside with you. You had spent many lovely mornings together sharing glances over steaming cups of coffee. Fighting each other for who got to spread their legs out on the couch, there wasn’t really a loser though as it usually ended up in sofa cuddles for both of you, while watching a film.

Life was pretty great, you thought, as you smiled down at the sleeping Bucky beside you. Finally reaching over to turn off the lamp and put your book down, you were finally reading the hobbit at Bucky’s insistence. As you clicked off the light beside you and settled down you noticed the faster than usual breathing coming from beside you.

“Bucky?”

You reached out, thinking he was awake but instead as you opened up your connection you caught flashes of night terrors. You were falling indefinitely, snow all around you, and in the distance, there were cries of pain, people pleading for their lives, there was gunfire and explosions. You gasped and took off the dog tags. You only gave yourself a moment to breathe before trying to shake Bucky awake. When it became clear that he wasn’t stirring you steadied yourself and settled your hands on his temples. You didn’t care you tired this would make you, you just wanted Bucky to stop suffering. You focused, offering out that hand of connection again, this time picturing it in the shape of a fist and, although it wasn’t subtle, you tried to shake Bucky’s brain awake. You forced your way into his dreams, punching through the dark fog that clouded his thoughts and almost screamed at him.

“Bucky! Bucky wake up! You’re dreaming my dear!”

Bucky woke up with a start. Tears flowing down his face, he stared at you blue eyes shining. No one spoke as he pulled you into his arms. You just breathed together for a moment, counting the breaths and the spaces in between. When he finally pulled back, you saw his eyes flicker with concern before lifting a hand to gently wipe under your nose, it came back red with blood.

“You, okay?”

You smiled sadly, reaching out to put the dog tags back on.

“I should be asking you that.”

“But you’re bleeding.”

“Occupational hazard.” You tried to subtly get rid of any of the extra blood. “That was pretty intense. Wanna talk?”

Bucky looked down to the sheets and shook his head. You smiled at him, tilting his head to yours.

“That’s fine, want me to go? Or would you like to cuddle for a bit?”

Bucky didn’t talk again, just pulled you gently down to the bed once more. Snuggling himself under your chin, resting his head on your chest. You felt his arms draw tightly against your waist. You pressed your lips into his hair.

“May I help you go to sleep? Keep the bad thoughts at bay for at least one night.”

You felt Bucky nod and let out a little sleepy hum of agreement. You closed your eyes, focused on your connection setting up a golden wall against the dark fog at the corners of his mind and settled into a deep sleep.

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You woke to the smell of fresh coffee and the clinking of cups.

“Morning.” You opened your eyes at Bucky’s voice and took the offered cup greedily. Your mind still felt hazy from the energy you used last night.

You felt the bed dip beside you as Bucky sat and sipped at his cup as well, hair a bit of a mess from bed. He had evidently only just woken up as well.

He took a breath, “I had some pretty interesting dreams, sweetheart.”

You stiffened, “Good ones I hope.”

“Don’t worry, they were good. If a little strange.”

“Strange?”

“I was watching myself most of the time.”

You snorted into the coffee, “Sounds creepy”

There was a slight chuckle, “Nah, I was watching myself build a home, a family- “

“Oh God Bucky.” You snapped your eyes to his, you knew what had happened. “I am so sorry my dreams must have stuck in your head.”

“Those were your dreams?”

“Yeah, its only happened once before but when the connection between two people is very strong, it can happen- I call it bleeding. Perhaps we should- “

“If the next words out of your mouth are take a break, I will spill your coffee.” You clutched your cup closer to your chest, “Truthfully, those were some of the beset dreams I have every had. I really loved them.”

You looked back up at him, hesitantly “You did?”

“And I love you.”

“Huh

There was silence as you stared at him in shock. His face as nothing but adoration as the sunlight filtered over his face.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too.”

Coffee cups were cast aside as you both collided. Giggling and joking, radiating happiness as the two of you shared the sweetest kiss. Your feelings merging together, amplifying one another until they shone brighter than the sun.

[ragingbookdragon]

Peace Offerings

A Batsis x Batfamily One-Shot

Word Count:1,012 Warnings: None

Author’s Note: Holy shit this is my first fic in like two months. College is rough kids. -Thorne

Wayne Manor had been home to her since her father had brought her back from the hospital, and though she didn’t spend most of her days there anymore, Alfred always seemed to have a bed ready just in case. Something she was thankful for in all honesty, because if she stayed on her feet any longer, she was liable to drop on the spot.

           Her legs burned with each step, but the thought of a warm bed kept her moving, but as she stepped into the living room on the way to the stairs, her feet stopped in the carpet, and she frowned at the boy laying across the couch. She leaned against the wall and quipped, “You okay Dickie?” He lazily drew his gaze from the TV screen to her before heaving a sigh.

           “Mmm.” She snorted and ignored her weariness as she walked over, nudging his side until he shuffled enough to let her sit down. Her fingers gently carded through his hair and as his eyes slipped shut, he murmured, “What are you doing here (Y/N)?” She huffed and tugged at a strand.

           “What? I can’t come home and bug my family?” Dick let out a ‘pfft’ and (Y/N) glanced at the TV, questioning, “Are you watching a telenovela?”

           “La Reina del Sur.” She pulled an impressed look, noting,

           “Queen of the South.” For a moment, neither said a word, then she looked down and questioned, “Wanna tell me why you’re watching a Spanish soap opera?” He heaved another sigh, muttering,

           “I’m depressed.” (Y/N) nodded.

           “Yeah, but why on earth are you remedying it by watching soap operas?” He craned his neck and glared at her.

           “Got something against soap operas?” She blinked, unperturbed and deadpanned,

           “I mean personally, my life would make a better show, but that’s another story for another time.” She shifted and couldn’t help but snort as Dick groaned when she sprawled across his back, pressing her chin in between his shoulder blades. “So why is my baby brother depressed?” When he didn’t say anything, she moved a hand until he could see it in his peripheral. “Don’t make me tickle you Richard Grayson.”

           “You wouldn’t dare.”

           “You know you’re talking to the person who shoved Green Lantern off a roof solely based on the fact that her best friend offered to buy her a frappe for it. Don’t test me.” She dug her chin into his back. “Come on, talk to me Dickie.” He let out another groan, muttering,

           “I got into a fight with dad.”

           “Again?”

           “You’re not helping.”

           “Sorry…what’d the two of you get into a fight about now?” Dick sighed, laying his cheek against his forearm.

           “The usual.” (Y/N) hummed and turned her face until her cheek was pressed to his back.

           “The two of you are as different as you are similar Dickie. Tiffs are bound to happen.”

           “Doesn’t mean they should.”

           “I honestly don’t remember you being this pessimistic when you were a wee one.”

           “Really? Because I learned it from you.”

           “No, no, I’m a realist, not a pessimist. I’m the one who says, ‘We’re gonna die!’ and you’re the one who says, ‘We’re gonna die in agony!’. There’s a difference between those two. It’s real subtle…but it’s there.” Dick snorted and she craned her neck, remarking, “You smiled.” He looked at her out of the corner of his eye and she added, “Tomorrow’s a new day Dickie. You can forget all about today when you wake up tomorrow morning.”

           “Why do you make everything seem so simple (Y/N)?” She shrugged.

           “Can’t live life if you’re always looking back on the burdens of yesterday.” Before either of them could say anything else, footsteps sounded in the entry and they looked over, seeing Bruce stepping into the living room, a frozen yogurt bag in his hand. His eyes darted from them to the TV and his brows furrowed as he asked,

           “Are you two watching La Reina del Sur?” (Y/N) cocked an eyebrow, remarking,

           “I think we should be more concerned with the fact that you know what we’re watching.” She nodded at him. “Whatcha got there?” Bruce glanced at the bag in his hand then to Dick who was frowning and murmured,

           “Peace offering.” (Y/N) propped herself on her elbow, ignoring Dick’s cry as she dug her bone into his spine.

           “Oh cool, I hope you got something for me.” Bruce walked over and sat down on the floor, his back pressed against the couch.

           “I didn’t know you were coming home tonight.”

           “So you didn’t get me any?”

           “I’ll share mine with you.”

           “You do love me dad.” She reached down and grabbed the yogurt, handing it to Dick, who silently stuck the spoon in his mouth. They sat in silence for some time, then Bruce apologized,

           “I’m sorry for what I said tonight son.” (Y/N) looked down at Dick who seemed to be mulling over the apology, then he sighed and said,

           “I am too.” Bruce reached over and ran a hand through Dick’s hair, gently saying,

           “I’m really proud of you Dick.” She watched her brother smile widely at her father’s affection.

           “This is so heartwarming. I might just cry.”

           “Sure you will Ice-Queen.” (Y/N) pinched Dick for his insult and she leaned forward, draping herself over Bruce’s shoulders.

           “Daaaaaaaaaad carry me to my bedroom!”

           “You’re too old for that.” She arched an eyebrow then locked eyes with Dick and smiled evilly.

           “Oh no, I understand dad. You’re getting older, bad shoulders and knees. You’re right, I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.” Bruce grunted as he stood up and repositioned her until she was hung over his shoulder, then he looked at Dick.

           “Come on.” Her brother huffed a laugh but allowed himself to be thrown over his father’s other shoulder, and soon they were marching towards the staircase, Bruce muttering to himself, “I am not too old. My knees and shoulders are perfectly fine.” (Y/N) turned her head and grinned at her younger brother, who simply gave her a smile in return.

[niceminipotato]

“It’s like we are always hiding.” Addison said exasperated. “Are you ashamed of being with me?”

“Addison is not like that.” Meredith trying to calm her down.

“Meredith I love you. Can you say the same?” Addison replied, tears forming on her face. Meredith stayed quiet too scared to say it back. “Alright then. Goodbye Meredith.” Addison said a single tear running down her cheek as she left the blonde at the bar.

“Crying for Grey again? Come on Addison. Up.” Callie said as she found the redhead.

“Thanks.” Addison said as she took Callie’s hand.

“I’m leaving Callie.” Addison announced softly.

“Leaving? When?” Callie asked surprised.

“Tomorrow. I already have a job. I can’t be here anymore. It hurts too much.” Addison explained.

“I... I’m sorry. I know you need this but I don’t like it.” Callie said in a sad tone.

“Maybe I’ll come back but right now I need to be away from her.” Addison replied.

“Fine. Just... I’ll miss you.” Callie said teary-eyed.

“I’ll miss you too.” Addison said embracing her friend.

***

Two days after.

“Where is Addison, Callie?” Meredith tugged at Callie’s white coat.

“Hands off Grey.” Callie growled. “Addison is gone. Because of you!” And with that she walked away.

“Gone?” Meredith said to herself.

“Meredith?” Richard called behind her. As she turned he saw the unshed tears in her eyes and quickly guided her to the resident’s locker room.

“She’s gone.” Meredith said as a sob escaped her lips.

“It’ll be alright. She’ll come back. You’ll see.” Richard tried to soothe her.

“She said I love you and I couldn’t say it back.” Meredith said between sobs.

“Why not?” Richard inquired.

“Because doing that would’ve made it real and real can break so easily.” Meredith whimpered on his shoulder as she leaned into his paternal warmth.

“You can’t freeze because of that. If you love her and she loves you then you’ll find the strength to move forward and repair anything that breaks.” Richard said wisely as Meredith continued her now silent crying.

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Later that night.

“You look like a zombie. You’re like a dead person walking. Can you stop moping already?” Cristina teased a bit.

“I’m not moping.” Meredith protested.

“Yeah you are. Just like Addison was before she left.” Cristina replied.

“Just let me be. I’m trying to think.” Meredith said in a monotone voice.

“Mer, listen. If you love her then tell her. Go after her and bring her back. Stop being an idiot.” Cristina said.

“She must hate me.” Meredith said softly.

“Not a chance. That woman is completely and utterly in love with you. And as mushy and disgusting as it is so are you. So go get her. I need a break from all this self pity and romantic tragedy.” Cristina replied making a disgusted face. “I cannot believe I said that.”

“So I just go and bring her back?” Meredith said a little more enthusiastic.

“Yep. That’s it.” Cristina said.

“Fine.” Meredith replied a bit more cheery.

“Great! I get all your surgeries.” Cristina chuckled evilly.

“Whatever.” Meredith said rolling her eyes.

***

The next day after speaking with Richard she had taken a plane to LA. She was a bundle of nerves as she rode the elevator up to the private practice where Addison had started working. As the elevator doors opened she spotted Addison immediately.

“Addison!” Meredith said as she wrapped the stunned redhead in her arms.

“Meredith... Mer what are you doing here?” Addison said as the initial shock wore off.

“I came to bring you back.” Meredith stated seriously. “I love you, Addison. And I’m sorry I was too much of a coward to say it but I do.”

“Mer...” Addison said as a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

“I love you. I love you. I love you Addison Adrianne Forbes Montgomery.” Meredith declared holding onto Addison’s hand.

[platypanthewriter]

Hook Possum 4/4

Art by @monsdasarah​ for Harringrove Big Bang!

PART ONE | TWO | THREE

The last night, Robin told one of the weirder bits of Hook Possum lore, staring dead at Steve the whole time.

“Once, long, long time ago,” she began, in a sibilant stage whisper, her flashlight under her chin. “Back when all these trees were still pinecones, a stranger came to the little town you passed driving in, on the highway.” The littlest kids shivered and nodded, scooting closer to the fire. “There wasn’t much going on there then,” Robin went on, grinning evilly, “—and a stranger was exciting. He went to all the dances, and he was handsome, and what do you think happened?” she offered the flashlight to an older girl, who was biting her lips together in glee.

“One of the girls fell in love with him,” she suggested, and Robin smiled.

“Have you never wondered who Hook Possum searches for, with a lantern, in the dead of night,” Robin said, and Steve rubbed his face, feeling it heat.

“...what,” Hook Possum asked, edging closer, and Steve sighed, shaking his head. It’d become habit now to slide his fingers in Hook Possum’s costume at the wrist, between his wrist, the cuff, and the friendship bracelet, and Steve leaned closer. Hook Possum’s hand twitched, but then he relaxed, ducking his head. Steve hoped he was smiling.

“Hook Possum searches for a murderer,” Robin said. “The dancing stranger. Because the night they were to be married, he left Hook Possum buried in a shallow grave.”

“Wait, Hook Possum’s a girl?!” yelled a kid, huge-eyed, and Hook Possum looked around. Steve thought Hook Possum being a possum was more to the point, but nobody else seemed to see a problem.

“It’s just a costume,” said another one. “Hook Possum might be a girl really.”

“That’s right, mom possums carry their young around,” said another one, and a couple kids grabbed Hook Possum’s legs and arm, listening intently.

“Hook Possum came to meet her love, under the yellow poplar in the center of camp,” Robin whispered. “And he buried her there.”

Everybody gasped, and Hook Possum’s mask twitched as he glanced at Steve.

“She’d made a lovely flower crown, and she never got to wear it at her wedding,” Robin said, and Steve’s cheeks heated further. He decided to shift the planks holding her mattress up that night, so she’d fall through in the dead of night. “And that,” Robin intoned, holding the flashlight under her chin, and letting her voice waver creepily, “—is the real reason Hook Possum wanders this earth, alone, with her lantern. She wants to wear her flower crown. She’s looking for her love.”

The kids were all staring at Hook Possum, but as a creepy mass, their eyes followed his arm down to where Steve had his fingers tucked in the cuff and friendship bracelet, and then up again to Steve’s face. “Oh noooo,” he breathed.

“I can make flower crowns,” said Blair Witch Mirror Kid.

“We can have a wedding,” said Sun Safety Girl.

“Tomorrow,” Robin said, her mouth quirked evilly. “We’ll need to get ready.”

“I was at a wedding,” Pink Overalls said. “You throw flowers at people.”

“Before the buses show up,” Robin announced. “We’ll hold a wedding for Hook Possum.”

Steve had wondered before then whether the kids had noticed...whatever it was, between him and Hook Possum. Hook Possum sat next to him at the fire, his mask on Steve’s shoulder, Steve’s fingers tucked against his wrist, feeling his heartbeat. Sometimes the kids looked at them for a while, but they never said anything shitty, and Steve wondered if he’d been obvious the whole time, and Robin, Dustin, Max, and El had been running interference.

“We’ll need vows,” said Bell Witch Mirror Game Kid, who needed a shorter nickname, but Steve shrugged, because it was the second-to-last day of camp.

Hook Possum’s mask kept jerking towards Steve, then away, but he didn’t pull his arm away from Steve’s.

The next morning, Hook Possum got drug away from the cabin first thing, while Steve still had his arms wrapped around the post of the bed, snoring with his head under the pillow. When they let Steve come and look, the kids had drug all the chairs so there was an aisle under the trees, and set up an overturned trash can as the altar.

“Because he’s a possum,” said Dustin, grinning.

“Ha, ha,” Steve said dryly. His cheeks hurt from smiling, but he tried to keep a straight face as little kids showed him the flowers they’d picked, and told him they’d used all his possum facts in the vows. “...wow,” Steve said, thinking about ticks and carrion.

“We’re gonna play kazoos,” said Dustin, and Steve turned to see El earnestly putting a kazoo between her lips, accompanied by Max, Lucas, and Nancy’s kid brother, Mitchell. “...oh,” Steve said, wondering whether he was gonna be able to keep from doubling up with laughter when they were mid-possum vow and the kazoos started.

The kazoos started as they walked Hook Possum out, flower crown and all. “I made you a flower crown too,” Bell Witch Mirror Game Boy told Steve, and Steve dropped to a crouch let him put it on his head. He bit his lips as he turned to watch Hook Possum, bedecked in a flower crown and carrying a bouquet.

“There aren’t rings,” Robin whispered. “I got Sesame Street band-aids. Bert and Ernie.” It occurred to Steve suddenly, his cheeks heating at the actual care she’d put into it, that it might be on him, some day, to organize a more serious kind of wedding for her and her...someone. He bit his lip, trying not to think about how silly it all was, with Hook Possum moving away.

At least nearly everyone he knew had been at camp, he thought, watching Hook Possum bump blindly into the chairs, and listening to a bunch of off-tempo children earnestly try to produce ‘Here Comes The Bride’ on kazoo. They sounded like a lot of wet bees, mostly. At least Dustin would know what Steve was talking about, when he mentioned Hook Possum six times a sentence, or turned to grin at him, and then realized he wasn’t there.

Hook Possum drew closer—Pink Overalls had just grabbed his hand, finally, and hauled him along, and Steve wondered why he was having so much trouble seeing. It was drizzly, and gray, but it wasn’t dark. Pink Overalls threw flowers at Steve’s face, then at Hook Possum’s, and stepped back.

Steve wondered, as ever, what she thought was happening.

“Friends and campers gathered here today,” Dustin began, but Steve didn’t really listen to the vows. He’d slid his finger through Hook Possum’s handcuff, and the friendship bracelet, and his hand was shaking a little.

“Are you seriously okay with this,” he breathed, leaning close to Steve’s head. “This—this is—”

“Ssssshhhh,” Dustin groaned. “Where are the rings?”

“We’ll just wrap it around Hook Possum’s paw and he can put it on later,” Robin decided, and Steve wrapped it around Hook Possum’s furry-gloved finger. It felt really... weddingy, when Hook Possum (with Robin’s help) unwrapped the Bert-and-Ernie bandaid and wrapped it around Steve’s finger. Steve took his paw and squeezed it, wondering what he’d agreed to.

“To love and to cherish, so long as you both shall live?” Robin asked, her eyes steady, and Steve kind of wanted to run, dreading Hook Possum laughing.

“...I do,” he whispered.

“I do too,” Steve said quickly, grabbing Hook Possum’s other paw, and squeezing that one too.

“You may kiss the bride,” announced Dustin, and Steve leaned in and smacked a kiss on the mask, listening to the startled laughter of the man inside.

After that, in the first raindrops, Robin sent the kids to get their packed bags. “The buses will be here in twenty minutes!” she yelled, stomping off, and Steve pulled back from hugging Hook Possum as hard as he could.

“I have to take the costume off,” Hook Possum whispered. “It’s starting to rain.”

It hadn’t rained for the whole three weeks of camp, not during the day, and it felt like a sign camp was truly over. Steve nodded, squeezing the dirty old costume paws in his hands, and wondering about the human inside them.

“He said you could kiss the bride,” Hook Possum said in kind of a weird choked voice, standing perfectly still, and Steve froze.

“You...saying I can see you?” he whispered back, as the rain started to penetrate his hair, cold against his head.

“...I’m saying I’m taking it off,” Hook Possum hissed, dragging Steve back towards the cabin. “Don’t look. But, uh. If—if you—he said you could kiss the bride, so—”

“I want to,” Steve told him, panting as they ran. “I want to, I do.”

“Okay,” Hook Possum laughed, kind of unevenly. “Yeah.”

Steve helped him get out of the damn costume for the last time, untying the little cords slowly, and sliding the warm, wet, musty fabric down Hook Possum’s muscular shoulders. As a show of good faith, he opened Robin’s luggage and took out one of her kneesocks, and wrapped it around his eyes. That done, he ran his hands down Hook Possum’s arms to find his bracelet and cuff, and a warm, strong hand to run his fingers over. He did the same on the other side, finding that Hook Possum hadn’t put the band-aid on.

“Lemme do it right,” Steve asked, and Hook Possum stilled. Steve fiddled blindly with the little tabs, but he got it on there, and slid their fingers together. “...they fit nice,” he said softly, and Hook Possum sighed. “Lemme take your mask off,” Steve tried next, and Hook Possum let him, let him slide his hands up over the pulse pounding in Hook Possum’s neck, and lift the mask away, before running his thumb over a stubbly jaw, and sliding his fingers into soft, sweaty curls.

Hook Possum stepped away. “Just let me get my feet out,” he whispered.

Steve stood there with a sock around his head for a long second, feeling stupid, when warm, chapped lips met his. Hook Possum’s breath was shaky.

“...gonna miss you,” Steve told him, as soon as he could draw breath, licking his lips, and Hook Possum made a little grunty whining noise in the back of his throat, and kissed him again. “We’re married now,” Steve told him. “You aren’t gonna run out on me, are you?”

“...this was never real,” Hook Possum said, his voice cracking, and Steve nodded once, his eyes stinging, and walked out. He yanked the sock off his head and blinked up at the rain, then yelped as Hook Possum dragged him back against the side of the cabin, the rain slicking up their hands and faces as they kissed again. “I wish it was real,” Hook Possum whispered.

“Give me your phone number, at least,” Steve whispered, kissing the warm, soft mouth against his. “Your name?!”

“...sorry,” Hook Possum muttered, pulling away. “Don’t look.”

Steve didn’t. He stood there in the rain for five entire minutes. His shoulders shook because of the warm Indiana summer rain, and for no other reason.

“He’ll meet you at the diner,” Max’s voice said, as Steve was paying for a stack of frozen TV dinners at Bradley’s Big Buy, and skateboarded off, without telling Steve when, so he yelled incoherently after her and drove to the diner. He ordered coffee as his TV dinners slowly defrosted in his car, and watched the door, then, finally, when the waitress wouldn’t go away, he ordered pie. It was really good, he thought distractedly, chomping bites of lemon meringue as he stared through the door at the parking lot.

Three hours—and a lot of pie—later, Billy Hargrove pulled up in front, and Steve made a face, wondering if he dared risk running to the bathroom. Billy lingered outside, cleaning his windshield wipers, and checking under the hood, blocking Steve’s view of everyone else who might drive up, and in his annoyance, Steve failed to notice he’d received and finished another refill on his coffee, and the bathroom question was becoming desperate.

He pressed his knees together, glancing at the clock, and gritting his teeth.

Billy glanced in, saw Steve, and stopped, watching him like he still kinda wanted to beat his teeth in, or something. Steve knocked back half a mug of coffee in sheer annoyance, and then glowered down at it, mentally apologizing to his bladder.

The door creaked open, and Steve jerked to attention, nearly knocking his latest empty pie plate off the counter with his elbow, but it was just Billy, slouching, an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth. He was tugging at his cuff, one hand stuffed in his pocket.

“Harrington,” he said, and Steve nodded, trying to see past him through the door. Billy huffed a laugh. “...you got a hot date?” he asked, and Steve nearly said yes, but then thought what it would look like, when a man showed up.

“None of your beeswax,” he said tiredly, wishing Max had said when. “Hey,” he called to the waitress. “How early d’you open in the morning?”

“We’re open five o’clock in the morning to eleven o’clock at night,” she said, and Steve winced, hoping Hook Possum showed up before, like, tomorrow afternoon. He had visions of himself keeping vigil for days, glutting himself on pie, and sleeping in the parking lot.

Billy turned and stalked back out, shaking his head, and Steve decided to risk the bathroom. He sprinted back out to see the parking spot in front empty, and sat back down, opening the pie menu.

“Your friend left,” said the waitress.

“What?!” Steve said, jerking his head around to the door. “Just now?!”

“The boy with the shirt and jacket made of blue jeans,” she said, cocking her head like Billy’s fashion sense was annoying, which to be fair, it was.

“Oh,” Steve said, deflating.

“He came back and asked how long you’d waited. If you’d said anything about who you were waiting for,” she said, eyeing him narrowly, and Steve blinked back at her.

Max’s voice suddenly sounded in his head again. Uh, he lives on my street. She’d sounded hesitant, which was very unlike Max.

He’s the big brother I never had, she’d said, and Steve had assumed that couldn’t be Billy.

You’re the son of the boss’s boss?! He heard again, in Hook Possum’s raspy, high-pitched tones. You could get me fired.

“...Billy,” Steve said aloud.

“Is this some kind of Shop Around The Corner thing? I love that movie.” the waitress asked, as Steve scrambled for his wallet, thinking about Billy’s curls, and how he’d been afraid of Steve seeing him with the mask off, even once they were friends. “Was he supposed to carry a certain book or something? Were you penpals?” she asked idly, leaning on the counter. “You should probably go talk to him, if you can walk, after all that pie.”

“He’s moving to California,” Steve said, shoving a wad of cash at her without bothering to count it, and running out to his car.

“Good luck!” she called after him. “Idiot,” he thought he heard, and his cheeks burned.

When he pulled up to the Hargrove house, it wasn’t lit up. He ran around to Max’s window—he knew where that was, from driving Dustin and Lucas around—and tossed a pinecone at it. After a few thudded into the glass, the blinds shot up, and she glowered out, then glared down at him, yanking the window up. “The hell are you doing here?!” she hissed.

“Billy’s Hook Possum,” Steve stage-whispered back at her, cupping his face. “Isn’t he?”

She frowned harder, glancing over her shoulder. “What are you doing here?!”

“Come let me in,” Steve told her, and she shook her head.

“He’s not home! Did you miss him?! God, you’re such morons—”

“Where’s his room?” Steve hissed back, and she pointed, leaning out.

“He left like an hour ago,” she shot back, waving at the road. “We’d hear his car.”

“Let me in, I’ll wait for him,” Steve whispered up, and she groaned, leaning her head against the wood of the window.

“Fine,” she said, slamming it shut. A few minutes later, the window next to it opened, and Max’s head poked out. “Get up here,” she said. “And be quiet, you’ll get him in trouble, his dad’s watching the ballgame.”

“Okay,” Steve said, gauging the jump to the windowsill.

He wasn’t graceful, but he made it in, kicking off the siding and getting an arm inside. He clambered in with Max’s help, and looked around in the refracted light from the streetlamps. Everything was in boxes. “...when’s he leaving,” Steve asked, his throat tight.

“He was gonna leave today, but I got him to meet you at the diner,” Max growled. “What happened?!”

“He didn’t say anything, he just left,” Steve groaned, his eye catching on something over on the mirrored dresser thingy. He squinted in the dim light, leaning in—and he was right, it was the flower crown Hook Possum had worn for their ‘marriage’. The flowers were wilted, their petals crumbly in his hands, and Steve leaned to smell them, remembering.

He shivered, trying not to laugh, because he was right, Billy Hargrove was Hook Possum, and now everything was even more complicated. Billy Hargrove hates me, Steve thought, bewildered. He HATES me, he nearly beat my face in.

“That’s his car,” Max said, staring at nothing, and then Steve could hear it, through the open window.

“I just need to talk to him,” he said, and she rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, you fucking do,” she muttered, slamming the door on her way out.

Alone in Billy’s room, Steve wandered around, squinting at the couple of posters still on the wall. He found the light switch, and leaned against the wall near it as footsteps came down the hall, and the doorknob turned.

Steve waited until Billy shut the door and wandered over to the window before flipping on the light, and Billy yelled.

“Holy cross eyed jesus, Harrington,” he panted, staring. “What—why—”

“You’re Hook Possum,” Steve said. “Right?”

“What,” Billy said, backing away. He had his arms up like he wanted to fight, but as Steve stepped closer he just flinched back, his head and shoulders thudding against the wall. Steve could see a glint against his denim cuff, and grabbed his wrist, sliding a finger down inside.

“My friendship bracelet,” he said, feeling too relieved for a true smirk. “...and you still haven’t gotten this handcuff off?!” he asked, sliding the clinking metal up Billy’s wrist.

“Looks kinda rad, don’t you think,” Billy whispered, swallowing. “Why’re you here, Harrington?”

“You’re Hook Possum,” Steve said again, running his fingers along the soft skin on the underside of Billy’s wrist, under the cuff and the friendship bracelet.

Billy watched his face, licking his lips, and Steve remembered how it’d felt kissing him. He’d kissed Billy Hargrove, he thought, his brain stumbling to a halt as it reorganized Steve’s memories to fit the new facts.

“What happens now,” Billy asked, and Steve let him go, stepping back as he remembered nothing had actually changed.

“...you’re moving to California,” Steve said, looking around at the boxes. “I—I guess I can send postcards now. Now I know the big secret.” It was almost worse, knowing more about Hook Possum, and having to watch him leave.

“...you’re not pissed,” Billy asked, raising his eyebrows, and Steve considered, and then shook his head.

It was hard to imagine being angry at Hook Possum, even if Hook Possum was Billy Hargrove. “Nah,” Steve said, stalking over to sit on the bed. “Thanks, uh, thanks for meeting me. I guess. I know you didn’t want to see me again.” He’d thought Hook Possum liked him, which was stupid, he realized. “I should go, huh.”

“I didn’t know you’d be there, at the camp,” Billy said, laughing. He sounded tense. “I thought I was getting away from Hawkins.”

Max knew, Steve thought, remembering planning with Dustin and everyone. “Yeah. I figured.”

“You wishing you didn’t know, now?” Billy asked, with another laugh, sitting in the window, and gripping the sill with white knuckles.

“...no,” Steve said, honestly. He didn’t know what he’d expected, but it hadn’t been this...wary distance.

“You want your friendship bracelet back?” Billy sneered, and Steve just shook his head, and got up to leave out the door, if Billy was gonna block the window. The eight slices of pie were roiling in his stomach with probably two whole pots of coffee, and he felt like he might throw up. “Harrington, fuck, wait,” Billy growled, pushing himself up to stalk over and hold the door shut. “Why’d you come over here,” he hissed, his low register all Billy Hargrove, who’d beaten Steve unconscious.

“I don’t know,” Steve said, laughing, a little, because Hook Possum had been right. Summer camp wasn’t the real world, and he wasn’t married to a magic possum. He yanked on the doorknob, but Billy leaned his weight against the door, watching his face.

“Do you still want me,” Billy asked, grabbing Steve’s arm.

Steve wanted to get out of the conversation, and he almost dodged the question with a what do you mean, or a I have to go, but Billy’s hand was warm on his skin, and nervously sweaty.

Steve nodded.

Billy made a noise in his throat, kind of a strangled choke, and grabbed him, yanking him into a clumsy kiss, all teeth, because he was laughing. “You’ll make me another friendship bracelet, right,” he said breathlessly, like it was important, and Steve nodded, losing track of what was going on. He ran his finger along Billy’s wrist, and hooked it around the friendship bracelet/cuff accessory, and Billy kissed him again, leaning in. “If—if I’m here, you’ll make me another one.”

“Yeah,” Steve agreed, dizzy with kisses.

“Make us rings,” Billy whispered, smiling so wide his kisses were a little wet against Steve’s cheek, and ear. Steve’s bones creaked from how hard Billy was squeezing him.

“...can’t believe you haven’t taken the handcuff off,” Steve whispered, against Billy’s jaw. “...god, I hope nobody ever asks how we met. Stay out of the trash.”

Billy snorted a laugh, leaning his face into Steve’s neck with a sigh, and then pressing soft kisses up it, so Steve started having wild thoughts about Billy’s mattress, five feet away. “Y’know,” Billy said softly, “I kinda hope they do ask, actually. You ashamed of your magical...haunted possum...girlfriend?”

“God I missed you,” Steve said, snorting a laugh. His vision blurred with tears.

[curseofaphrodite]

I hope you don't mind my novel-like asks 😂 Because here's another one.

Well let's sit on the floor and let them be on your lap, and they can leave if they want to. Penny stays for as long as you have something for him, Kid is frozen for a bit and then leaves and Laku almost immediately leaves 😂

And yeah, there were a lot of those... things... and my friend was like "oh that can't be right, they probably just use the smut term wrong or they exaggerate to get more readers" and we looked through one fic and one sentence has been burned onto my retinas forever... let's just say that as a simplified version, it said that "his long fingers rub all the right places" 🤮

But ngl, I've read some of the (neatly written) non-smut Pennywise x readers to mess with Marika and I thought about writing a Marika x Pennywise fic for her birthday next month (don't worry, without smut 😂). But yeah I laughed at the mental image of waking up and seeing Pennywise smiling next to you non-evilly and then you'd lean over to kiss him softly and be like "good morning honey, slept well?" and then go make him a cup of coffee 😂😂 (A lot of non-smut fics are like that and like??? HE DOESN'T EVEN LOOK LIKE BILL AND LITERALLY EATS PEOPLE AND IS JUST THIS EVIL ENTITY, NOT EVEN "JUST" SOME PSYCHO, WHY WOULD YOU BE ATTRACTED TO HIM)

Haha yeah my friends have visited my blog reading fics since I started, at least one of them has said that she visits this almost daily. We were in the same story writing community once upon a time (around 2015-2016) and I guess they still want to keep up with my writing.

Aww yayyy I get to move to Ketterdam! I'm gonna pack up real quick, though I'll spend Christmas with my mom first but I'll leave after that. And omg Nina would give so much love for them, cuddling them every day and we'd just sit inside their enclosure and let them climb over us and joke and she'd tease me for my feelings for Kaz and aaagh...

And yeah I mean... he was SO MUCH DIFFERENT in 2013-2014 when I was crushing on him?? He had selective mutism (meaning he can't bring himself to talk to anyone else than who he thoroughly trusts, which usually means only family) and after a few months of us being friends, HE STARTED TO TALK TO ME?? (Or whisper things to my ear but yeah) Omg I was walking on clouds when he did that. And then he confessed that he has a crush on me too, and then he mainly whispered stuff that wasn't actually necessary, like "you're so pretty", "I like your shirt" and when I had just gotten a haircut "your hair is so cute"... and once he whispered that he wants to hold my hand and kiss me but is too shy to do it in front of other people and I felt like bursting.

Also we had these really cute park "dates" during school days (he bought me ice cream as a surprise a few times 😭😭), he waited for my train to arrive to the school's station (he always came to the station before my train because he wanted to be there when my train came) and RAN to me to hug me when I came out, he constantly looked for excuses to spend time with me, always wanted to sit opposite of me when we were at the school diner, he wanted to walk with me back to the class when we ate and I always waited for him to finish if I had eaten because once I left without him and purposefully was really slow with eating and that resulted in him basically throwing his plates and utensils like a frisbee to the returnal rack before RUNNING UP to me with the biggest smile I had ever seen, and once when train operators were on a strike for a day, he sent me a message on Facebook at like 10pm which just read "My dad drove me to school, but I missed you at lunch ☹ I hope to see you tomorrow, good night ❤" and we just had these looks and smiles we sent to each other, and after we graduated, I got to know that THE WHOLE SCHOOL had shipped us and my teacher purposefully paired us for assignments a few (underestimated) times more often for it to be a coincidence, and even the cleaner had seen the chemistry and had asked my classmate that "when do those two lovesick fools get together" and god, thinking about those times still makes my heart thump faster, he used to be the sweetest boy I had ever met.

He stopped (vocally) talking to me in February 2014 and afterward when I think about the reason why, it seemed like he started crushing on our class assistant because suddenly she could talk to him on phone while he stopped talking to me. Well, we still talked super frequently on Facebook, though he stopped using hearts and our messages were more friendly than flirty/romantic, like "what did you do today, ooh, sounds fun 😊 I hope you had a great time" etc, until he started ghosting on me but yeah, I looked around my messages with him and around September 2014 he had started to talk more like that, but now it's the whole next level 😅 It feels like he's too lazy to form complete sentences and just expects me to understand his gibberish?? For example, he asked when "my days will end" and meant that when does my workday end and if I can come see him that day. For a moment I thought he's asking that when do I die tbh.

Hahaha yeah 😂 Here's one of my messages btw, he asked about how Ketterdam is:

Ketterdam is a rather rainy and gloomy city where the sun doesn't shine much but it has a lot of interesting history. Some of the streets in the city still look like they were straight from the Middle Ages and it was really nice to wander around last time.

Then he was like (I think, because I translated this from part-gibberish) "oh, so you have already visited Ketterdam? When did you visit and how long did you stay there?" (If I freely translated the actual question without modifying it, it would be "Ketterdam? When? Year, month. Visit, long?")

Yeah I've been there a couple of times. For the first time in June 2016, for the second time I went on a surprise visit in October 2018. I stayed there over the summer in 2016, in 2018 I stayed for a little over a month and got back for Christmas.

And when he asked about how long will it be when I retire and move back to Finland:

Kaz hasn't talked much about our retirement, but he said that since he has been doing that job since he was a teenager and it has profited well for at least a decade, we might be able to retire early. I'm the first person he has really been attached to since childhood so if we stay together, we're maybe retiring in our forties or even earlier if we'll get a lot of successful jobs, since we might have enough money to live normally for the rest of our lives at that point. We might move to Finland then, who knows 🤷🏻‍♀️ Ketterdam isn't the safest place to live in if you don't have the kind of reputation Kaz has and Kaz liked Finland the last time he was here, at least nobody is coming too close 😂

(Finland is known for people who don't like strangers invading their personal space, there was a lot of covid memes when this situation started that if covid ever came to Finland, we don't have to change anything in our daily lives since we already stand at least 5 meters apart instead of the required 2 meters)

Back to the piggies:

Yeah, I mean the only thing he didn't even touch has been coconut so far, everything else goes. So I think he'd eat your cookie and then eat the rest of your unattended cookies if you turned away from them for just a second 😂

Btw, a side note: all my guinea pigs have eaten treats from this certain trademark from the very start of me owning them (I mean from when I got my first piggies in 2003) and tbh I thought to look at the trademark name a few months ago and laughed my head off at 2am.

(I gave Penny one of those right after taking the pic, don't worry)

i dont mind your long asks at all, its so nice to talk with youuu (+ i love your guinea pigs, dont mind me fangirling over them)

Penny is so cute that way. He gives off major "pls lemme be your friend!" vibes! i feel like if kaz adopts all of you, penny would be the one who'd follow kaz around where he goes, etc 🥰

and PLS I LAUGHED! Yes, imagine going on dates with pennywise like a normal couple like,, nooo. anyone can like any fictional character, and why would they choose pennywise 🥲🥲 haha marika sounds fun too. and ofc your friends want to keep up with your writing, its spectacular <3

AND IKR! looking back on crushes I often wonder "wow either i was completely oblivious to the red flags or they changed a LOT" (most of the times, it's the former with me)

I love how the school shipped you though, I can definitely see it. He was so sweet back thennn. It's not fair at all how he just started ghosting you out of the blue. It's really rude and ugh, if i was a lawyer, ill sue him for you.

hehe, love the answers you gave him. (and omg he really asked "Ketterdam? When? Year, month. Visit, long?" ? that's so funny i-) and i love how each of the answer wasn't just detailed but ACCURATE!

LIKE YES he can't even find any plotholes or be suspicious because you covered everything from Kaz's life in five to six sentences.

and guess what, im not really a fan of cookies so penny can have all the cookies he wants 💗🍪🍪🍪

[charincharge]

Cruel Summer, Part 15

cruel summer masterlist

AN: CW, some angst. SEE YA. 

Aelin wakes later than usual the next morning, feeling suitably sore in all the right places, and can’t help but smile. She rolls over and sniffs her pillow, which is still scented with faint traces of Rowan’s pine bodywash. And is then hit by the overwhelming scent of sex. Yikes.

She strips down and makes her way into the bathroom, turning on the shower. As the water heats up, Aelin takes a long hard look at herself in the mirror. Her hair is a mess – a flaxen haystack – and her turquoise eyes are bright. Her eyes wander down her naked body, and she lets her hands trace over the faded bruises still marking her hips. New bruises have appeared in new spots, these ones a delicious red-purple spotting across the pale skin of her breasts. Aelin grins. She looks thoroughly ravaged.

Aelin takes a long time in the shower, standing under the hot spray of the water, letting it pelt against her sore muscles and wash away any evidence of the night before.

By the time she makes it downstairs, it’s nearly noon. After pouring herself a large cup of coffee, she wanders out to the back patio, where her family is gathered. Aedion splashes in the pool with Gavin and Evie, while her parents stretch out on their favorite lounge chairs.

“Well, well,” Aedion calls out to his sister. “Look who finally deigned to join the living today.”

Aelin apologizes for sleeping in and sits at the outdoor table with Lysandra, who is enjoying her own cup of coffee.

“Late night?” Lysandra asks, her green eyes wide with curiosity.

“Yeah,” Aelin says, thinking briefly about the way Rowan’s mouth felt devouring her.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Lysandra asks, but Aelin is distracted by an incoming text from Rowan.

Am I coming to you tonight, or are you coming to me?

Aelin smiles down at her phone and replies quickly.

Not sure, but either way, we’ll both be coming tonight.

Rowan texts back the wide-eyes emoji, making Aelin laugh to herself. Lysandra leans closer to Aelin and lowers her voice. “How’s Rowan?”

Aelin snaps her head up. “Huh?”

Lysandra points to Aelin’s phone. “Oh come on, you can’t sext at the table and not expect me to say something.”

Blood pools in Aelin’s cheeks as she whispers back forcefully, “I am not sexting.”

Lysandra stares at Aelin, and Aelin stares right back, unwilling to break. Her pulse thrums, nerves spilling over. But Lysandra’s eyes bore into her, unwaveringly confident. Lysandra knows.

“How’d you know?” Aelin rushes out in a whispered hush.

Lysandra smirks and takes a long sip of her coffee. “I caught him coming out of your window last night.” Lysandra pauses at Aelin’s worried face. “Don’t worry. I’m the only one who knows.”

“You can’t tell Aedion,” Aelin begs.

Lysandra smiles warmly. “Don’t worry, Ae. I can keep a secret.” Aelin looses a breath she doesn’t realize she’s been holding. “He’s so cute, Aelin,” Lysandra says, and Aelin can’t help but smile in return.

“He is, isn’t he?”

Lysandra taps her long, manicured nails on the table and cocks her head to the side, examining Aelin, unnerving her.

“What’s that look for?” Aelin asks.

“Since I’m keeping such a hefty secret from my husband, I’d love if you’d do me a favor in return…”

Aelin’s eyes widen at her sister-in-law. “Are you extorting me?”

Lysandra snickers evilly. “Yes. For childcare.”

“Fine,” Aelin says, willing to do anything to have Lysandra keep this information to herself. “When?”

“Tonight?” Lysandra asks. “Aedion wants to take me out to dinner. I’m sure we’ll be done early. You can still see your boy toy after. Or during. I don’t care, honestly. As long as you don’t fuck on our couch.”

“With the kids in the house?” Aelin sputters, shocked. “I would never.”

Lysandra laughs loudly. “Oh, please. You did last night.”

Aelin can’t say anything in response to that because Lysandra is right. She totally did that. But still. She would never in her brother’s house.

Lysandra calls out to Aedion loudly, telling him to book their dinner. She tells her children that Auntie Ae is going to hang out with them tonight, and the kids cheer from the pool, warming Aelin’s heart. She does love spending time with her niece and nephew.

She immediately texts Rowan to tell him the updated plan. That she’s going to be babysitting at Aedion’s, but he’s welcome to join once he gets off work, then they can decide if they want to go back to Aelin’s or to Rowan’s from there.

Rowan sends back to thumbs up emojis. Aelin laughs. He must be in a good mood to be so active on text and to be using emojis so liberally. He’s usually the type of person who responds with a “K,” leaving Aelin completely unsatisfied and wondering where he stands. She likes that he seems to be opening up to her.

Stomach grumbling, Aelin goes back into the house to scour the fridge for whatever Emrys has left for them today. She finds leftover skirt steak and veggie rice. It’s not exactly breakfast, but Aelin is too hungry to care. As she waits for her plate to heat in the microwave, Aelin hears a knock at the door.

Aelin’s surprised to see Sam waiting on her front stoop, although she’s not sure why. This is the third time he’s done this. It’s practically routine for Sam to show up at her house unannounced these days.

“Hey, Sam…”

He flashes her a too-white smile and asks what she’s up to for the day. Aelin’s about to say that she’s having a family day when her mom appears from behind her. She spots Sam and welcomes him in, embracing him in a tight hug.

“I hope it’s okay that I stopped by, Evalin,” he says, so casually calling her mom by her first name. But Evalin doesn’t seem to care. She hurries him into the kitchen to offer him something to drink or eat. He politely declines, saying he just ate brunch and wanted to see what their household was up to.

Aelin grabs her plate of food and heads out to the back patio, where Sam introduces himself to Lysandra and Aedion and the kids.

Rhoe shakes his hand, telling him how nice it is to see him again, but Aelin notices her dad lies back down quickly and returns to his book, leaving Sam hanging slightly.

“So, I confess,” Sam begins. “I actually came here with ulterior motives.”

“Oh?” Evalin asks, leading him.

Sam turns to Aelin. “I was hoping I could take you out tonight, Aelin.”  

Evalin starts to say, “How wonderful!” when Aelin responds that she can’t.

“Sorry,” Aelin says, feeling anything but. “I already promised Lys and Aedion that I’d babysit for them tonight.”

Evalin looks like she’s about to offer herself up for babysitting when Rhoe smiles at his daughter. “That was very nice of you, Fireheart. I’m sure the kids are excited.” He looks at the two kids, still paddling in circles around Aedion in the pool. “What do you say, Evie, Gavin, you excited to spend tonight with your favorite Aunt?”

The kids cheer again, and Gavin starts babbling about how they have to watch Toy Story. Aelin smiles, thinking of the small Buzz Lightyear toy he carries around with him everywhere. Aelin shrugs at Sam, as if to say, you see?

But Sam isn’t deterred. “Well, I know you’ll all be at my party tomorrow night, but perhaps the following night?”

Everyone looks at Aelin, who is totally and utterly stuck. She has no real plans the night after next, unless wanting to see Rowan is a plan. Sam knows exactly what he’s doing, asking her in front of her mother, who is practically salivating at the idea of them getting together. She can’t say no without publicly rejecting him in front of a large group of people and making things incredibly awkward.

“Sure…” she replies reluctantly, and Sam and her mother wear matching beaming smiles in response. Aelin has no clue how she’s going to clear this one with Rowan. She figures she’ll talk to him about it tonight, though. Hopefully she can convince him it’s not a big deal.

After securing his date, Sam stays and chats with Evalin about the plans for his big yacht party. For much too long. Aelin feels like he’s overstaying his welcome, but Evalin engages in conversation with him the entire time. It helps that Evalin is a known event planner, and she is quick to offer any assistance he might need. Sam thanks her graciously, but says he has it handled, and he can’t wait to see them all tomorrow.

As Sam leaves, Evalin can’t help but gush at her daughter. “He is so sweet, isn’t he?”

Aelin gives a weak smile to her mom and spends the rest of the afternoon in the music room, playing through her piano book, trying to relax herself. It doesn’t work.

At five, Lysandra and Aedion pile their family into their car and drag Aelin with them the short drive to their own house. It’s not as grandiose as the Ashryver Estate, more of a small beach cottage in a less expensive part of town. But it’s warm and homey and cozy, and Aelin loves it.

As Gavin and Evie are sent upstairs for their showers, Aelin puts in an order for pizza. She texts Rowan what he likes on a pizza, and tells him she’ll save him some. He replies that he likes spinach, mushrooms and olives. Aelin sends him back a vomit emoji and tells him he only gets a quarter with those gross toppings. Aelin orders the rest with cheese and pepperoni.

Lysandra and Aedion come back down, looking ready for their date, and Aelin can’t help but smile at her sibling. He looks so excited to take his wife out on the town. She doesn’t blame her. Lysandra looks gorgeous in a slinky green dress that makes her eyes pop.

“Have fun you two,” she says.

Lysandra smiles. “You, too.” She pauses and looks meaningfully at the couch. “But not too much fun.”

Aelin rolls her eyes and laughs. “Yeah, yeah. I know.”

She waves the parents out of the house and waits for Gavin and Evie to join her on the couch. She cues up Toy Story and texts Rowan the address for Aedion’s house.

Aelin smiles at the sound of pitter pattering coming down the stairs as Gavin and Evie jump onto the couch. They wear matching striped pajamas and smell like Johnson & Johnson kiddie shampoo. The doorbell rings right on time, and Aelin goes to grab the pizza.

She brings plates and a giant stack of napkins into the family room and hands out slices of pizza to the two kids, who look at her with wide eyes.

“We’re not allowed to eat on the couch!” Gavin whispers.

“It’s a special treat,” Aelin says. “Don’t tell your mom or dad.”

Gavin nods conspiratorially and takes a too large bite of his pizza. Evie giggles as she takes a daintier bite than her brother, but soon the giggles fade to make way for the movie, which they watch with rapt attention.

Gavin passes out about an hour into the movie, but Evie makes it all the way to the end, albeit with very sleepy eyes. Playing in the pool in the sun all day is more than enough to have the two of them turn in early.

Aelin carries Gavin up to his room and tucks him in without him even stirring in her arms. By the time she reaches Evie’s room, she’s tucked herself in. Aelin gives her a quick kiss and turns the lights off and heads back down to watch some TV.

She slides the back patio door and texts Rowan that she’s left it open for him, so he doesn’t have to ring the bell or knock and wake anyone up.

Aelin cleans up the leftover pizza, putting Rowan’s two slices into a ziplock baggie, and throws the dirty dishes into the dishwasher.

By the time she’s finished, she’s startled to hear the door open. Lysandra and Aedion fumble their keys, clearly tipsy, and trying to squash their giggling. Aelin glances at the clock – already 8:30. Rowan should be there any second.

Lysandra looks around her immaculate kitchen and hugs Aelin and kisses her soundly on the cheek. “You are the best.” She quirks an eyebrow. “Where’s Rowan?”

“Rowan?” Aedion asks. “Why would he be here?”

Lysandra waves her hand at her husband. “I told Aelin she could invite a friend over to keep her company.”

Aelin smiles, thankful for even a drunk Lysandra keeping her secret. “He actually should be getting here momentarily. He’s coming straight from work,” Aelin explains.

Aedion hums, clearly uninterested, and changes topics to Aelin’s least favorite. “So, are you excited to go on your date with Sam?” he asks.

“No, of course not,” Aelin bemoans her unfortunate situation. “Like I said yesterday. We’re just friends.”

“Why?” Aedion asks. “He’s clearly into you.”

“Oh my god,” Lysandra bursts. “Because she’s obviously in love with Rowan!”

“Lysandra!” Aelin whisper yells at her sister-in-law, who slaps her hand over her loose lips. “You promised.”

“I’m sorry, Aelin,” Lysandra apologizes. “But sometimes your brother is so dumb.”

Aelin groans in frustration. She knows this is about to be a whole thing.

“Whoa, whoa whoa.” Aedion holds up his hand, needing clarification. “What?”

Aelin huffs. “So much for keeping secrets.” She pauses and glares at Lysandra, who, to her credit, looks incredibly apologetic. “First of all, I’m not in love with anyone.” She sighs and tugs at her hair. “We’re just… hanging out.”

Aedion’s eyes bug out of his head. “You’re fucking the staff?”

“Gods,” Aelin hisses. “I am not talking about this with you.”

She goes to gather Rowan’s plastic baggie of pizza from the kitchen, hoping they’ll be able to book it out of there as soon as he arrives.

“What is this?” Aedion asks, following her every step. “Some sort of porno fetish? Rich girl gets her rocks off with the gardener kind of thing?”

Aelin is nothing short of horrified at Aedion’s comment. She can’t believe he thinks that, much less verbalize it. Her face turns red as she splutters, “You did not just say that.”

“I mean, if the shoe fits…”

“Rowan is not our gardener, he works at the park!” Aelin says, and Aedion shrugs.

“Tomato, tom-ah-to.”

Lysandra slaps Aedion’s arm. “Don’t be a jerk.” Lysandra looks back at Aelin, who is standing defensively, arms crossed over her chest, glaring at her brother. “I think Rowan is great.” She pokes her husband again. “And whoever Aelin wants to be with is no one’s business but hers. And having a trust fund doesn’t make you a worthy human, or did you forget that I had to bartend my way through college?”

Aedion rubs Lysandra’s arm and coos, “Babe...”

But Lysandra has had enough. “Don’t babe me,” she snaps. “You were going to get laid tonight, but now I think I’m going to head out to the hot tub by myself, you snob.”

“Babe,” Aedion apologizes. “Don’t be like that. I’m sorry.”

“I’m not the one who needs an apology,” Lysandra says, her glare stern.

“I’m sorry,” Aedion grumbles at Aelin. “I didn’t mean that. I was just…surprised. Mom and Dad—”

Aelin gasps, panicked. “You can’t tell them, Aed. They would not be okay with it. And it’s just for the summer. It’ll be over in a few weeks, and you’ll never hear the name Rowan again. There’s no need to tell them, right?”

Aedion sighs. “Fine.”

Aelin exhales. “Thank you.” She looks at the pizza in her hand and back at the clock, which now reads 8:45 PM. Still no Rowan. “I’m going to wait out front for Rowan.” She says resolutely. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Aelin makes her way out to the front steps and texts Rowan that she’ll wait for him out front, so not to worry about the back door anymore. She sits up straighter when she sees a flash of headlights but deflates when they keep driving straight and don’t turn into the driveway.

Aelin sits on the front stoop to wait. She shifts uncomfortably, trying to push down the horrible things Aedion said and focus on the night ahead. She’s still excited to see Rowan, despite what her family clearly thinks of him. Aelin stares into the darkness, willing more headlights to come, but they never do. She finally glances at the time. A full hour has passed, and she still hasn’t heard from Rowan.

Hey, where are you? She texts him. There’s no reply.

And after another fifteen minutes of waiting, Aelin’s stomach sinks. Rowan isn’t coming. And she has no ride home.

Aelin makes her way around to the back of the house, where the kitchen door is still open. She sneaks inside and Lysandra yelps when she sees her walk into the family room.

“Aelin, gods, you scared me,” she gasps. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Aelin bites her lip. “Uh, are you sober enough to give me a ride home?” Her voice cracks, and she hates how pathetic she sounds.

“Sure…” Lysandra says. She knows Lysandra wants to ask her wha happened, but Aelin shakes her head. She doesn’t want to talk about it. She clearly got blown off.

Lysandra grabs the car keys and Aelin slides into the passenger seat. She drives her back home in complete silence. Aelin doesn’t even begin to know what she would say. When they arrive at the Estate, Lysandra grabs Aelin’s arm.

“Do you want me to drive through town? Maybe his car broke down or…”

“No, Lys, it’s fine.” Aelin sighs.

“It’s not.” She pauses. “And I’m sorry my drunk ass spilled your secret. I thought…” She sighs. “I forgot Aedion can be a total snob.”

Aelin waves her off, just wanting to escape the car. It’s been a long, weird day, and she just wants it to be over. Lysandra wishes her goodbye and tells her it’ll be okay, but Aelin feels less certain than ever.

Aelin takes her time showering for the second time that day. This time, the hot water burns her skin and does nothing to help relax her.

She gets into bed and stares at her phone. As if she willed it to happen, it finally lights up with a text from Rowan.

Sorry. Got pulled out by the guys for drinks and my phone died. Home now. But I’ll see you tomorrow?

Aelin replies with a Rowan signature text, simply saying, “K.”

She gets under the covers and rolls over. Her pillow still smells of pine. Tears pool in the corners of her eyes and unwillingly spill over her cheek and onto the cushion beneath her head. She closes her eyes, hoping the ache in her chest will disappear quickly. When she wakes the next morning, her pillow is still damp and no longer smells like pine. Aelin cries again.

~*~*~*~*~

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[trashyswitch]

Stupid Tomodachi Life...

Roman and Remus are playing Tomodachi Life together, and announce some of the Sanders Sides ships that have actually become canon on their island. Then, Remus makes the mistake of revealing Mii Patton's baby's new nickname and well...You'll see.

For @kanene-yaaay.

2 Fics in one day! *claps happily* I'm really proud of myself, actually! And yes, one of these ships is a REAL THING on MY Tomodachi life game! So, I hope you enjoy some tickletober crack!

TW: Slight mentions of Adolf Hitler! If you’re triggered by the mere name, please click off and look for a new fanfic to read. I’ve got hundreds. 

This is Tickletober Day 9: Ganged Up On

Roman jumped into the room with his 3DS in his hand. “THOMAS! GUYS!” He shouted.

Virgil jumped and hid on the steps. “Roman!” he yelled angrily.

Thomas stuttered and threw his karate chop arms at him, Logan jumped and fixed his glasses, and Janus full on slapped him across the face with his hat. “What.” Janus replied, putting his hat back on.

Remus popped up next, to shout with him. “THOMAS AND LOGAN TIED THE KNOT!” Remus and Roman both shouted.

“I-Excuse me?” Logan reacted, feeling offended by the accusation.

Thomas shook his head. “No we didn’t. We’re the same person.” Thomas reminded them.

“In the game, I mean. Mii Logan and Thomas are married!” Roman mentioned.

“Oooh.” Logan replied, thankful it was just in a game.

Thomas snorted. “Logan and Thomas are married in the Sims?” Thomas asked.

“No. In Tomodachi Life.” Remus clarified.

Thomas blinked in confusion. “Wait...Tomodachi Life allows gay couples now?!” Thomas reacted.

“Well no…” Roman replied.

“We sorta...had to…” Remus continued.

“Set us all up in 2 separate genders: Male and Female.” Roman explained.

“That way, we can determine who would fall in love with who, without gender bias!” Remus declared.

Logan lifted up his index finger. “That…” Logan lowered his finger as he realized something surprising: “...Is exceptionally clever. Good job you two.” Logan complimented.

“So, female Logan and male Thomas got married!!” Roman declared happily.

Logan rolled his eyes and let a small smile show up on his lips. “Oh no. Next will be the baby in the baby carriage.” Logan reacted.

Thomas giggled and fluffed his hair, much to Logan’s unamusement. “...Really?” Logan asked, narrowing his eyes at him.

“Come on, Logan. It’s kinda cute.” Patton attempted to cheer up.

“Plus, Logan might get Pergenat!” Roman declared.

“Or Prefnat.” Remus added.

“Or Gregnant!” Roman added, looking at him.

“Or Bregant!” Remus laughed.

Or PRAGNAN!” Roman joked.

“Best misspelling in 3...2...1!” Remus ordered:

“PREGANANANT!” The twins shouted at the same time. Roman and Remus bursted out laughing at the same time as well, while Logan just walked away in disappointment.

“OH! And Patton got together with...Get this: WILLIAM AFTON!” Remus declared.

Logan’s walking skidded to a halt, before Logan turned around. “WHAT?!”

Virgil guffawed and bursted out laughing. “THE IRONY!” Virgil laughed.

“Who’s William Afton?” Patton asked.

Virgil only bursted out laughing even more, as Remus, Roman, Logan and Thomas all yelled “PURPLE GUY!” at the same time.

Patton blinked. “...Who?”

Virgil paused his laughing to start scream singing the lyrics to “It’s been so long’ by Tombstone. “THE MAN BEHIND THE SLAUUUGHTERRRRR!” Virgil scream-sang.

“The...the killer in FNAF.” Thomas explained.

Patton frowned and looked at him with sad, scared eyes. “...I’m dating a killer?” Patton asked.

Thomas giggled and patted his head. “Only in a game.” Thomas replied.

Patton let out a breath of relief. “Well, I have killed spiders before.” Patton mentioned. “So, that wouldn’t be far off.” Patton added.

Roman started watching Remus play on Tomodachi Life. “Awww! Baby Hitler is all happy this morning!” Remus declared.

Roman gasped and ripped the 3DS out of Remus’s hand. “HEY! Patton named his child after Bob Ross! You don’t have the right to nickname him Hitler!” Roman yelled.

Patton growled and full on tackled Remus to the ground. “YOU CHANGED THE BABY’S NICKNAME FROM BOB ROSS TO HITLER?!” Patton shouted. Remus was just laughing at his reaction, while everyone else was either concerned or enjoying the scene.

“Whahahat ahare yohohou gohohonna dohoho ahahabohout it?” Remus asked.

Patton smirked evilly and started squeezing Remus’s sides and hips. “NohoHOHOHO! PAHAHAHAT!” Remus shouted quickly.

Patton giggled. “I’m gonna treat you like I treat all my kids, fake or real: like the tickle monster’s prey!” Patton declared.

Patton growled evilly as he lifted up Remus’s shirt and blew a big raspberry on his belly.

“HEHEHEHEY! HAHAHAHAHAHA!” Remus screamed.

“Suffer, Remus!” Patton declared.

After drilling into Remus’s hips, Patton blew another raspberry onto Remus’s lower belly. “HAHAHAAAAA!” Remus laughed, before falling into endless cackles.

Patton giggled more and continued to raspberry him like there was no tomorrow on his sides, belly and ribs. Remus was squealing and DYING of laughter while rolling all over the place! He was like a wiggly child!

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! IHIHIHI NEEHEHEHEEEED TO BREHEHEHEHEATHE!” Remus shouted at him.

Patton giggled and nodded as he stopped tickling him. “Here you go, Remus! Breath all you need to.” Patton replied.

Remus happily took in some oxygen and started to get over his breathing. “Do you regret naming the child after a german leader?” Patton asked.

Remus nodded his head and clicked the ‘Edit Mii option on the child. With the child ready to be edited, Remus moved to the nickname spot and changed his name.

There!” Remus replied, showing Patton the nickname. Patton smiled and said ‘thank you’ before looking at the name:

[H.H. Holmes]

Patton growled, closed his 3DS and placed it down before quickly lifting his hands up in the air and tickling his armpits.

“WaitWaiT-WAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Remus shouted, bursting out laughing once again. Patton had started attacking the right armpit, tickling down Remus’s ribs, tickling his belly and squeezing his hips before going back to his armpits to repeat the cycle.

“Are you going to stop your lollygagging and change the nickname back to Bob Ross?” Patton asked.

Remus only laughed more. “NOHOHOHOHO! NEHEHEHEVEHER!” Remus shouted back.

Patton smiled. “Awwww...that’s too bad! Looks like I’m gonna have to resume raspberrying you!” Patton declared before blowing a raspberry on Remus’s neck.

“WAHAHAHAIT! PAHAHAHATTOHOHOHON NOOOOHOHOHOHOHO!” Remus screamed.

“Ohohoho! Patton YES!” He replied. “That is, unless you change my Tomodachi baby’s nickname back to Bob Ross!” Patton offered.

“IHIHIHI-...NOHOHO! IHIHIHI’LL NEHEHEHEVEHER!” Remus shouted back.

Patton took in a big breath, and blew another neck raspberry while squeezing his right hip. Remus shrieked super loudly, and fell into silent laughter! “How about now?” Patton asked with a smirk.

Remus took advantage of the break and breathed heavily to regain his oxygen. Finally, when he was somewhat capable of it, Remus looked at Patton and spoke through his breaths. “F...Fine. You...win…*huff* I...I’ll *huff* *huff* change it...back.” Remus replied.

Patton gave him a toothy smile. “Good boy!” Patton reacted as he let him go and gave the 3DS back to him. Remus sighed as he opened the 3DS, and clicked the ‘Edit Mii’ button yet again, on the Tomodachi character. With a few quick clicks and a save button press, Remus handed the 3DS back to Patton.

Patton looked at the nickname and groaned in exhaustion:

[J. Stalin]

Patton completely gave up. “That’s it. I’m done. I can’t do this anymore.” Patton replied. Finally, Patton took the 3DS from Remus and changed the name himself.

[Bob Ross]

Patton clicked the save button on the game, and shut the game off. It was finally fixed. Patton gave Roman the 3DS back, and walked away.

“You okay, Patton?” Thomas asked.

“Yeah, I’m alright. Just tired.” Patton replied.

“You think YOU’RE tired?!” Remus reacted, referencing his intense tickle attack from earlier.

“Mentally I mean, Remus. I’m mentally tired.” Patton replied.

“Oooh. Okay. Good night Patton! Have lovely dreams, my wife!” Remus teased.

Virgil and Roman bursted out laughing at this as Patton walked away from the blursed group.

It didn’t take long for more gameplay to show up, and for Roman and Remus to watch the characters interact with each other. The characters watch curiously and intently as Henry Emily confessed his love for Female Virgil. But the sides quickly expressed their disappointment as Virgil turned him down.

Meanwhile, Virgil smirked as he ate a bag of chips on his own. “Good job Virgil. You don’t need a man to make your life any more miserable.” Virgil told the character.

Roman, Remus, Thomas and Logan all slowly looked at Virgil.

“What? It’s true!” Virgil reacted.

...Let’s just say it didn’t take long for the sides to gang up on him as well...

[niall-the-churchboy]

Just Like Family pt2 ~ Harry Styles

In which he tries to understand her, but she doesn’t want to be understood.

Pt1 is here

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 2200

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Harry had always thought Y/n was cool. She had a nice group of friends and was always sweet towards people, not to say she was incredibly intelligent in math. He was always happy when he had a reason to approach her, sometimes being that he needed to ask a certain question for an assignment or she was talking to his girlfriend--ex now-- anyhow talking to her made him happy. 

But they weren’t friends, mostly because she would get really shy when talking to him--or any other boys he supposed-- and kept her head low preventing him from locking eyes with her. But he thought they were cool with each-other, when he smiled at her she would smile cheekily and then move her gaze away, something he though was friendly--I mean it was friendly. So why all of a sudden does she hated him so much?

He was sure something went off after his sister started dating Y/n’s brother, Harry was happy, meaning they could joke about it and maybe grow a bigger relationship. But no, oh how wrong he was. She became mean--no, not mean, but definitely more sour towards him. And he didn’t understand why, so he asked.

“Why do you hate me so much?”, the words came out easier than he though they would, he suspected it was because he had been overthinking it for days. He swang softly in the old swing, his feet hard on the grass. At first he didn’t dare to look at her and maintained his eyes glued to the night above them, but when she remained silent he turned to examine her.

She breathed out a huge lump of air and closed her eyelids for four quick second before speaking up. “I don’t-- I don’t hate you”, she then turned to look at him straight in the eye. Hers were slightly shining, the stars mirrored in her irises. “Then why do you act so indifferent towards me? I though we--”

“--I know I’ve been a bitch, it just hasn't been the best month. However you don’t deserve too be treated poorly by me, I’m really sorry Harry”, she explained with a sad frown on her head and Harry could tell she deeply regretted it. 

He gave her a single nod before looking up the sky again, the inside lights of the house brightened slightly the patio and the voices of the adults where almost faint. It was just them. 

“I though that now that our siblings are dating we could be friends”, Harry continued, “I always though you were cool.” Y/n snorts at his last words, and he stops short on his sentence.

“The Harry Styles himself is telling me I’m cool?”, she grinned at him triggering a warm feeling on his chest, “what shit did you drink?” He laughed with her noticing how her nouse would wrinkle, “what? What’s wrong with thinking you are cool?” They laughed for a few more second until Y/n quieted down, her cheeks slightly blushed as she turned away. “There’s nothing wrong, it’s just that--”

Harry waited for her to continue, memorising how she would bring her small hands together, sigh and lick her lips slightly. “I’ll probably sound stupid saying this and will regret it later, but--”, she sighed, “I find it funny because you’re mister cool, party king and everyone’s friend”, Y/n looked again at Harry, her cheeks still blushing, “people at school would pay for you to call them cool.”

His response is almost instant, “would you?” She kept looking at him and he swore he could see every though and emotion running through her head; confusion, embarrassment, even a bit of excitement. “Why...--why do you care what I think?”

“Because I think that you’re cool”, she laughed again at his response, her voice coming soft and almost sweet-like. She tugged her hair behind her ear and replied, “fine. If you think I’m sooo cool, I guess we can be friends.”

She hadn’t given a real response to his question, but he didn’t care as much, Y/n had opened up a tiny bit to him and that could have never meant more. 

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Y/n was packing her things for the day, biting her lip slightly when she had to grab the heavy history book from her locker and throw it in her backpack. Tracy,  who was scrolling through her phone as she waited for her friend to finish, glanced up as a funny smile crept on her face.

“Would you freak out if I told you Harry Styles is walking towards us?”, she asked Y/n. “What? Right now?”, Tracy nodded as Y/n tried to hide her face inside the locker. “Hey..., my mom just texted me... I have to leave, Bye!”, Tracy smiled evilly at her friend before leaving her side, “Hi Harry”, she said as she passed next to the green eyed. “Hi Tracy”.

“Wait Tracy--.”

“--Hi Y/n”, too late, Harry had already reached her side and Y/n was sure she could not bury her face inside the locker any further. “Hi”, she said softly turning around with a single sigh and closing her locker. 

Why was Y/n so embarrassed all of a suden? The thing is, after what happened last Saturday night were they had agreed to be friends, Y/n’s feelings became even more stronger, and the ability she had somehow managed to obtain during the last two years had simply faded. Y/n was back at being all shy and mumbly when talking to Harry.  

“Everything's good?”, she nodded, cheeks blushing at the though that he had asked her how she was feeling. Harry though she was cute. “Okay, so I was thinking..., you know how we are together on that math project?”, he began. How could she forget?, Tracy had laughed at her all day long after Y/n rushed to tell her what had happened and how she would be all awkward about it. 

“Yeah I--, I recall”. Harry brushed to the side his hair, pleased to hear her voice, “wanna start now? I have football practice tomorrow and I believe my sister is at your house.”

Y/n zipped her backpack, hoisted it up her shoulders and ordered herself to just be chill. “Sure. However, we do have to walk home”,  she didn't wait for Harry to answer and began walking out the school, attempting to hide a smile when she heard his heavy footsteps reach her side.

The walk home was only ten minutes they spent on silence, thankfully for them it wasn’t an awkward silence, more like the comforting one. Harry examined her all through the walk, eyeing carefully each detail; how she would slightly raise her feet when walking, the way her chest came up and down every time she breathed, how she would lick her lips every now and then and would secure her hand on the backpack’ straps. Y/n, on the other hand, never once realised, her head was too deep in her thoughts; what should they do once they reach her house?; do they eat a quick snack before beginning?; do they go to her room?; should she tell Mason Harry is home?

To Y/n’s luck, her mother was there to save the day. “Hi sweetheart-- Oh, hello Harry”, she greeted them when they entered the house. “Hello Mrs. Y/L/N. We are doing a math project”, Harry walked and stuck out his hand for her to shake it, Y/n’s mother laughed and hugged him. “Please, Harry. Call me Susan”, she said with a sweet smile, “Y/n go upstairs to your room, I’ll bring you guys some snacks”.

If you would have told Y/n about a month ago that Harry Styles would be in her room she wouldn’t have believed you, but surely enough there was Harry. He waited for Y/n to tell him that he could leave his backpack on the floor and then he started analysing. The room was girly, not something he had expected but it was nice, anyone could tell this was Y/n’s room. 

Her queen bed was placed in the middle against one of the walls, its comforter was a soft --almost white-- tone of pink, with a fuzzy throw blanket and matching throw pillows. Opposite to her bed a big wooden bookshelf held tons of books, stuffed animals, boxes with bows and a picture frame or two. There was also a nice delicate white desk and what seemed like millions of pictures and photos sticked on the wall above it. 

“I’m sorry it’s messy”, Y/n sat in her bed trying to keep her cool or else she would start mumbling again. However, her room wasn’t messy, not even approaching a similar synonym. Her room was delicate and organised and full of light. Harry felt good. Besides he could swear he smelt something close to flowers..., Jasmine maybe.

“What are you talking about?”, he laughed, “if this is messy then you wouldn’t dare to see my room”. She laughed too and that broke some of the tension. 

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“Okay, break please”, Harry asked bringing both his hands to his face and falling on the carpet floor.  Y/n laughed at him and placed the math equations aside gaining a smile from him. “I swear I don’t understand quadratics! It’s so messed up!”

Both Harry and Y/n were in math high, meaning that their class would always be a little more ahead of other from the same class year, however it also meant that a part of the class where juniors and Y/n was terrified of them. 

“It’s not as hard, you just need to let it flow. You don't choose quadratics, quadratics choose you”, Y/n’s stomach flipped when a deep chuckle escaped from Harry’s lips, rosy, smooth lips. Y/n wondered how they would feel against hers.

“Hey, Y/n. Y/n”, Harry repeated shaking his hand in front of her face trying to gain her attention. “Sorry--”, she mumbled feeling her face grow hot. “All’s good, you just completely zoomed away. What was so interesting?”, he asked, his voice ringing with curiosity. Y/n tried to shake away the though of Harry’s lips, of Harry’s laugh, Harry’s eyes, god-- Harry altogether! But each time, she felt herself falling deeper, deeper in the green irises that eyed her carefully. 

“Y/n? You are doing it again...” Why was everything about him so fucking intoxicating? It’s like he every single thing he did or say had Y/n falling on her knees and she hated that. Y/n was familiar with the feeling of a crush, in fact she had many crushes before she met Harry, but that was before she met Harry. Harry wasn’t just a crush, Y/n could swear she loved him. And she knew that sounded stupid because she didn’t believe in love at first sight or all those cheesy things, she always though that you had to get to know that certain person to love them, and she didn’t know much about Harry except that he was cool, he played football with his friends and was very friendly towards everyone.  But then why did everything about him felt so captivating? So mind feeling?

At first it was just a nice appreciation towards his eyes, a little acceptance that he was in fact very handsome. But her feelings just seemed to escalate since the first day in the math classroom. She suffered for almost two years mumbling when talking with him, blushing uncontrollably when he caught her looking, but she had learn how to contain her feelings and keep them bottled up in the back of her head. However, now, him in her bedroom, everything was suddenly much intense. Maybe before too --she thought-- when her brother and his sister started dating, when he began talking to her more frequently in the hallways, that night in her patio when he said he wanted to be friends.

But it was so strong, her stomach flipping back and forth, her chest so hard she could have swore it was going to burst open, butterflies flying away. “Hey, are you okay?”, Harry was persistent, he needed to know if something was going on, little did he know it was him. Y/n glanced up, locking eyes with him again before muttering, “I think you need to go”.

“What?, I couldn’t hear you clearly”, her voice had been so out of breath that it made it nearly impossible for Harry to understand what she was saying. “I think you need to go”, she repeated bitting her lip. Harry was taken back, he certainly didn’t expect that, had he done or said something wrong? “Why? Is something wrong?” She shook her head almost immediately, too fast to believe her, “No, everything is okay. It’s just--. Like you said, I think it’s enough of quadratics for a day, we should finish it later”. 

Everything was happening so quickly Harry didn’t know how to react, they had been lying on the floor a minute ago, laughing and enjoying each other's company, and suddenly she was standing up opening her door and gesturing for him to leave. He couldn’t think of something, to tell her that his sister was still here so he should wait for her, to ask her if she wanted to watch a movie, play a game or even just talk. Harry didn’t understand Y/n, and the way she acted it seemed she didn't want to be understood. 

So he grabbed his things quickly and left, leaving a disorientate Y/n in her bedroom, too scared at her feelings and emotions. 

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Okay! Part 3 is coming when I find time.... Anyways thank you all so much for 200 followers!!!!!!!!!!, it really means a lot to me and I hope you are all staying safe and having fun!! xx 

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