#but oh man I hate this guy I’m going to start skipping through it to see the dragon

[gaylittleguys]

a protagonist so awful it makes you say “actually, I hate this dude” and shut the movie off

[princessbrunette]

Do you think you could ever do mean!jj punishing housewife!reader because he didn’t like that she called over their neighbour to fix something in their house while JJ was at work or smth

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toxic!jj who spent a lil while in jail, married you when he got out and is now working to support you both — because that’s what he wanted from the start, to take care of you. what he doesn’t appreciate, is coming home to see another man walking out your front door, even having the audacity to give him a friendly little nod.

“hi jayj!” you greet when he appears in the kitchen, jaw agape and brow raised.

“uh, am i tripping or did a man just walk out of this house?” he’s tense and you eye him, slowing your movements as you wipe down the counter top.

“he lives three doors down…jared? the stove wasn’t working and i know he works with that kinda thing. asked him to take a look.” you explain and he leans on his hip, still silent like he’s waiting for more explanation. his tongue darts out to fiddle with the corner of his lip. “is that… a problem?” you furrow your eyebrows. he scoffs, whipping his hat off his head and starts to pace.

“i mean honestly yeah a little. why’re you lettin’ random dudes just walk up in here huh? you couldn’t have waited like — what, an hour for me to get home? you know how that looks, right? like…i’m not crazy?” he steps towards you and your face falls, hating when he got jealous like this.

“jay don’t be unreasonable. just wanted to be able to get it fixed as soon as possible so i could start cooking dinner. don’t you trust me?” he rounds the counter until he’s stood infront of you.

“i don’t trust guys, okay — i know what they want. why’d you think this stranger was so eager to help you? i’on know it’s just like… you know you walk around lookin’ like that and yet you’re surprised dudes wanna be all up in it.” he lazily gestures towards you and you roll your eyes.

“he was polite and respectful.” you defend and he closes in on you.

“oh i’m sure he was, babe.” you feel your heart skip a beat at the way he’s looking at you. the toxicness wasn’t healthy and you knew it, but you couldn’t help the arousal that built each and every time he got jealous. because when he got jealous he got touchy and rough.

“are you gonna punish me?” you pout up at him through thick lashes and he grins maliciously.

“know me so well, don’t ’ya.” he starts to pull up the hem of your skirt that he already deemed too short to be wearing around another man. “would usually spank that ass but i think you’d enjoy it too much. think i’mma have to spank something else— make it too sore to think about bouncin’ it on another dudes dick.” his jaw clenches at his own words as he peels your panties down making you whimper. you knew better than to argue, so you simply wince as he bends you over the counter and kicks your legs wide apart. “all wet for nothin’. unless all this is for someone else?” he slides his rough fingers through your folds and you jolt.

“s’for you, papa. always for you.” you get teary eyed, hating when he doesn’t believe you.

“mmmmhm. well, it better be.” he warns before giving the puffy folds a smack making you wince.

“ow.” you squeak and he shakes his head.

“good.” he mumbles before going in for another pussy spank.

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[mattyriddlegf]

The Stupid Closet (18)

Hello! Happy Sunday release day, I’m so sorry it’s late!!

I want to dedicate this chapter to Maggie Smith who passed earlier this week. Professor McGonagall, we’ll miss you so much <3

Enjoy!!

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You walk out together, walking down the hall, “you know I never thought you’d be so sappy” you mention casually.

“Well you’ve never seen me in love.” He looks to the side to glance at you, “and I’m not that sappy.” He adds.

“Yes you totally are!” You chuckle, watching him try to deny it.

“I’ve turned soft haven’t I?” He asks, throwing his head back as he walks.

You stop walking and he notices, him stopping too and looking at you, “you haven’t turned soft” you mutter out.

You look up into his eyes, him looking back and forth and between your eyes and your lips.

He pulls you in and kisses you gently.

You pull away after a moment, “how much do you want to bet that Pansy is drunk off her ass right now?”

“I know better than to take that bet.” Mattheo tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear before Draco turns the corner and spots you.

Mattheo clenches his jaw, “what do you want Malfoy?”

“Lovely that I ran into you guys but I wasn’t looking for you.” Draco says sarcastically.

Mattheo rolls his eyes before Malfoy continues, “I’m looking for Theo. When we got back earlier, he seemed off and then he left.”

“What do you mean he left?” Mattheo asks.

“I mean he’s gone. He hasn’t come back to celebrate.” Draco responds before continuing, “I’m gonna check the prefect's bathroom, he’s stolen my keys before.”

Draco takes off in that direction. You turn to Mattheo and speak up, “I wonder where he is…doesn’t seem like him to skip out on a quidditch win party.”

“I’m sure he’ll be fine…” Mattheo trails off looking at the ground.

You grab his chin and lift it up so he looks at him, “I’m sorry he won’t talk to you. You don’t deserve that.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Mattheo shrugs it off.

He avoids your eyes as you look at him sympathetically until it hits you.

“I know where he is.” You say.

“How?” He asks.

“He told me this story about you two when we were together and he said it’s where you two became friends.”

“The clock tower.” It finally dawns on Mattheo before you two take off in that direction, holding hands.

When you turn the corner and see the clock tower, Theo is sitting underneath it, on a stair step.

Theo lifts his head up when he hears your shoes on the concrete, shaking his head and scoffing.

“Unbelievable.”

“What happened Theo? Why’d you leave the party?” You speak up softly.

“What happened? What happened was I saw you guys break off from the group. I saw you guys go in that potions closet.”

You let out a breath as Mattheo lets out a soft, sarcastic laugh.

“Theo…” you start.

“No, no, no. I don’t want to hear it. I’m tired of pretending to be okay about this.” He leans forward, resting his elbows on his legs.

“I’m sorry.” You say softly.

“Why did you even date me? Hm? Was it because I’d sleep with you?”

“I-“

“I didn’t know you were that desperate.”

“Theo, shut the fuck up man.” Mattheo speaks up.

“Oh that’s rich coming from you. I always defended you when you drank every day and slept with a different girl every chance you got but you still had to take mine. My girl.” Theo stands up, heated.

Mattheo clenches his jaw before taking a step forward, stopping him with your arm.

“Look Theo. I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I fucked up and put you through that. You can hate and ignore me for the rest of your life for all I care but you have to stop taking it out on Mattheo. He didn’t…” you look to Mattheo before looking back and continuing, “he tried to stay away and I pushed him. It wasn’t until he told me he loved me that-“

“He loves you?” Theo asks. He turns his gaze to Mattheo, “you love her?”

Mattheo blinks, avoiding eye contact with Theo.

“I could’ve loved you.” Theo says quietly, staring at you.

“I know.” You respond with little breath to spare.

“Despite what you might think, I don’t sleep around. I don’t date just anyone. You meant something to me.” He explains, almost like he’s pleading.

“You meant something to me too. I didn’t want to hurt you. You have to believe me.” You return the sentiment, pleading your case.

You maintain eye contact with each other for a moment before Theo speaks up, “you could’ve come talk to me.” His eyes shift to Mattheo.

Mattheo steps forward, standing beside you now, “I didn’t know how to. You were my best friend and I didn’t know what to say or do that sounded okay.”

“Are.” Theo responds.

“Are?” Mattheo asks, confused.

“You said I was your best friend. I still am.” Theo smiles softly, showing just a tiny bit of remorse.

Matthew looks down at the ground, trying to hide his relief.

“Theo I really hope you forgive me. Eventually, at least, I don’t want us to hate each other.” You say softly.

“I don’t hate you. I just…” he lets out a breath, “I need time.”

“Sure. I can do that.” You smile gently as you back away, holding Mattheo’s hand, “we’ll see you back in the common room, right?”

“Yeah I’ll catch up in a bit.” Theo responds.

You smile one more time, relieved that you had this talk. While it was uncomfortable, it was needed.

You back away with Mattheo and turn the corner before letting out a breath.

You look at Mattheo and place your hand on his cheek, “I love you.”

“I love you.” He responds before cupping your jawline, kissing you passionately.

“Hey maybe not here” you mention to him, implying that Theo was still close by.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t help myself.” Mattheo smirks as he rubs his thumb across your cheek, still cupping your face. “Hey, I’m gonna stay for a bit, you ok going back alone?”

“Sure. I’ll see you later.” You smile and start to walk away. After you get down to the end of the hall, you see Mattheo turning back towards the clock tower.

You walk back to the Slytherin house, very content with how today has turned out.

When you arrive back, the celebration is still in full swing. Draco walks back shortly after you out of breath, “I couldn’t find him.”

“D, we took care of it.”

“What?” He asks, squinting his eyes.

“Mattheo’s with him right now. It's all good.”

“You mean to tell me I’ve been running around the castle for the last 15 minutes trying to find him for no reason?”

“Sounds like it.” Blaise speaks up, laughing as he takes a sip of his drink.

‘I’m sorry’ you mouth to Draco as he rolls his eyes and walks up to his dorm, leaving the party behind. Typical Malfoy meltdown.

Theo and Mattheo walk in together, still talking. Blaise looks over to you and you smirk before he looks back and engages in their conversation.

Everything seemed ok. Finally, for the first time this year, everybody you cared about was in a good place.

You go over and link your arm in Mattheo’s, your hand on his back, his arm around your waist.

The celebration seemed to go on forever but you didn’t mind, eventually it was just your group of friends and a few others lingering down in the common room before you all decided to finally go to sleep.

You and Mattheo reach your dorm door. He connects his lips with yours, slowly. After a moment he pulls away, “Thank you.”

You smile softly and place your hand on his jaw, him placing his hand on top of yours.

“Goodnight Matty.” You say quietly.

“Goodnight my love.” He pecks you on the lips one more time before lightly squeezing your hand and walking away, back to his own dorm.

You open your dorm door and walk in. You lightly close the door behind you and take a deep breath.

Everything was ok.

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[hamiltonaf]

Falling for You | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x Female Reader

Requested: Yes

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: Angst but turns into fluff

A/N: Requests are open ! Finally done with all past requests. Hope you babes enjoy. Much love .xx

Earlier in the day Kylian had told me about a party we had to attend later in the evening. In all honesty I wasn’t in the mood, I’d much rather lay in bed in my pyjamas and watch something on Netflix than be bothered to dress up.

He practically insisted I go with him. Fast forward to our current situation, I guess staying at home would’ve been the best idea.

I stormed out from the car and wasted no time to unlock the house. I headed straight for our bedroom and I hate that I could hear his heavy footsteps close behind. “(Y/N) I’m talking to you !” He yelled. “I’m not interested in hearing what you have to say, I’m basically talking to a wall because you don’t get it !” I yelled back as I slammed the door. He caught it with his foot and closed the door behind him.

“What the hell is wrong with you ? Why are you making a problem out of nothing ?” He asked as he then sat at the edge of the bed. “Me ? Making a problem out of nothing ?” I sarcastically laughed. “We know for a fact had the roles been reversed and if a man asked to take a picture with me whilst placing his hand on my lower back or dared to kiss my cheek then you would be fuming right now. So don’t try to tell me that my so called over reacting is over nothing. It baffles me how you allowed her to literally kiss your cheek whilst wrapping her arms around your neck and her other picture where she placed her hand on your chest ? I’m literally losing brain cells explaining this to you for the third time. Why do I even bother ?” I rolled my eyes and walked away to our closet.

“Oh my god. For the 10th time, I didn’t allow it, she just came on to me” he shook his head. I kicked off my heels and tied my hair up into a messy bun. “At the point, I really don’t care. You could’ve stopped it and you didn’t. What I’m telling you now is what you’d tell me had a guy done that. Go spend the night with her, I’m sure she’d love that” I yelled from the closet. “You’re sick you know that ? Let me leave you to yourself. I’m out” he said as he stood up and walked out. As much as my heart wanted to stop him and forget about all of this, my petty side refused to call after him.

As I heard him go downstairs and shut the front door, I sped to the front door, my eyes needed to see to believe that this was actually happening. I watched him speed off and that’s when my heart sunk. What if he actually spends the night with that girl like I told him to ?

I didn’t realise the tears pool at my eyes and start to run down my cheek, until I felt the tears run down my neck. With my blurry vision, I rushed back upstairs, I guess skipping every second step wasn’t a great idea. I tripped over the edge of the stairs and luckily saved my fall with my hands, unfortunately I couldn’t save my ankle.

With the striking pain through my ankle, I just knew that my whole foot was going to be twice the size within the hour. My tears continued to fall, at this point I’m sure my makeup was completely off. I managed to get myself to stand on one foot whilst holding the railing for balance. I limped my way upstairs and made my way to our room to grab my phone to call Kylian. I called him once. No answer. Twice. No answer. Three times. No answer. I gave up.

I slapped my forehead when I realised I needed an ice pack. I had no choice but to limp back downstairs to make my way to the freezer, to my luck I found one. I limped over to the couch to lay down with the ice pack on my ankle. With my headache forming, dried tears, swollen ankle and I guess you can say a broken heart… my mind couldn’t deal with so much of pain for one night so I drifted off to sleep.

I was rudely awoken by Kylian when his thumb caressed my cheek. “Baby what happened ?” He asked concerned. “Don’t baby me” I pushed his hand away and tried to get myself to sit up, not remembering that my ankle is swollen and in pain. “Shit” I hissed. “Wait babe, let me help you” he said as he stood up to stand in front of me and held his hands out for me to hold. “No it’s fine” I said stubborn and tried to get myself up. “Ma chérie what happened to your ankle ?” He grabbed my hands to help me stand up.

“When I needed you the most, you don’t bother to pick up your phone and now you’re asking what happened ? What were you doing ? Spending the night with that girl ?” I said annoyed and tried to walk past him. “(Y/N), you know I’d never do that” he said as he grabbed my hand to stop me. “At this point, I don’t even know you” I sarcastically said whilst taking a quick glance at him. “Oh my - can we just forget about it and focus on your ankle ? We’re going to the hospital” he said. “No, I’m fine” I pulled away from his grip and tried to walk away which wasn’t very successful considering how easily he carried me. “Put me down !” “No” he shut me up and walked out the door to lay me on the passenger seat.

He rushed to the drivers side and started the car. “Now tell me what happened” he said as he drove off. “I tripped going upstairs” I crossed my arms over my chest. “What were you doing downstairs ?” He raised a brow. Shit. I sighed. “Watched you leave” I looked out the window, refusing to look at him. “Ma chérie, I believe I owe you an apology. I’m sorry for not understanding where you were coming from. You’re right, had a guy done that to you then I would’ve been mad. I should’ve stopped her from the beginning. Also, I shouldn’t have left you all alone. That’s probably the biggest mistake I made” he said as he tried to grab my hand. I let him.

He entwined our fingers. “Where did you go ?” I asked whilst still looking out the window. “I just went to Hakimi to talk about what happened. I was only there for about half an hour. It hit me that I made a huge mistake and rushed home to you in hopes to cuddle. I guess not” he fought back a laugh. I turned to look at him and couldn’t help but crack a smile. “Ky it is what it is. It happened. The only thing we can do is learn from what happened and move forward” I shrugged. “Am I forgiven ?” He asked with a pout. “Yes, for now” I joked. He grabbed the back of my hand and placed a kiss on it.

Once we got to the ER at the hospital, he ran over to my side and once again carried me over to the entrance. “Ky you can put me down now” I said once we were in the doctors room. He laid me on the bed and stood in front of me with his arms crossed. “You know you don’t have to wait for me” I pursed my lips. “I know, but obviously I can’t leave you alone since what happened in the half an hour that I was away. I guess you can say, you’re falling for me” he laughed. “I- you know what I’m so done with you and your jokes” I shook my head as I tried to fight back my smile.

“Let’s be honest. It was a good joke” he poked my cheek. “Ky this isn’t the time for jokes, I’m in pain” I pouted. He stole the opportunity to peck my lips. “Did that help the pain ?” He raised a brow. “Not quite, I think I need another” I said playfully.

[legend-the-dumb-jock]

I'm settling into middle age and I kinda hate it. I know there's some guys who enjoy the struggle though. So, could you maybe swap me with an old man who wants it? The fatter, the better, the balder, the better. I want to skip straight to retirement.

Woah for real ? I mean. Id that’s what you want I won’t judge. I’m sure I can convince some old man to swap plac…..oh look I found one.

You’re sitting on the couch while I finalize the paperwork needed to make this happen and then I look at you. “ you sure you want this?” I look you up and down and you just look back same and with out hesitation you say “yes. Make me an old fat bald fuck!” I just laugh and tell you that you won’t be bald exactly but you will be…well. You’ll figure it out. “So my dear man. What I’ve done here is a bit of a trait swap of sorts. Over the next day or so you’re going to be going through some massive changes. And I mean MASSIVE. You’re going to be swapping traits with a man I’ve had on a wait list for a while. Someone who wanted to be younger. I would offer more information but… well you’ll find out”. You stand up and instantly sway on your feet. “Woahhh” you say as you head is dizzy. I just laugh. “Yeah…that happened to him. It also doesn’t help that you’ve failed 10 pounds since I started this..”. You feel you stomach and it feels a larger than normal. “I would buy some larger clothes. … I would suggest ….lets just say the biggest they have. And I’d get them before you go home…”. Leaving my office you take my warning and go to the clothing store next door and you buy the largest clothes they have. 5xl t shirt and a pair of since 60x30 pants. The cashier was wondering why you were buying them since you were so tiny and you just laughed and said “I plan to gain a little weight” you were both laughing at the joke. Her note realizing how serious you were but it needed when you laugh turned to a raspy cough and when you said goodbye your voice was older. Like that of a 62 year old man. Leaving the store your shirt is tight and your stomach is already poking out in Front of you. But the time you make it home your shoes are already time. Damnit you forgot to get some shoes. Goes by the way your gaining weight you should have got some crocs or something. Your shirt feels as though it’s suffocating you and you take it off. Only to be met with an extremely hairy torso. Everyone of you is covered in hair now. Arms. Chest. Shoulders and back. It’s like looking at a sweater. One you can’t take off. One that the kids made fun off all the time. And under it all was a protruding gut that wasn’t there before. And some saggy moobs.

You can’t beleive this is all happening and so fast!! You take off your pants. Because they are so tight and uncomfortable. Even doing that proves to be a chore for you at this size. You sit down on the couch and you can feel you back hair filling in. You look down and see the hair on you stomach turning. Grey and you can’t help but get hard. Taking your socks off you can see that your feet are getting older and it looks like some varicose veins are showing up on your legs. Hard to see under the thing hair that is turning great but it’s there. You scratch you face and you can feel that your face has gotten fatter. You guess that you had to be at least 50 now or so. Far from the 40 you previously. But that’s all. You wait for more changes to happen but it doesn’t seem like anything is happening. You keep going to the mirror to check but you do t see anymore changes happening. Every time you are disappointed and cuss. “Damnit I thought there would be some more changes by now!” You decide to go outside on your patio to sit in the sun. Annoyed that the changes have stopped. Still you are please with the 10 years you were able to gain. Sitting in the chair you lean back and you fall asleep. But that’s what it took. You body needed to rest. It takes a lot to change a man. When you wake up you look down to see that nothing else has change but when you feel it. Leaning forward you can feel you stomach slowly pushing you backward. Looking down you are shocked. It’s happening! You stomach is literally growing right before you eyes!! You neck gets fatter as you body continues to swell. You gut grows so large that it will cause you to waddle for the rest of your life. Sweat stains will be on everything. You really should have got some slip on shoes you think to yourself because there is no way you’ll ever be reaching you old man feet again. And your snitch now as the fat continues to swell and hair continues to grow. You eye site turns to garbage and you’ll need glasses from here on out. When you feel the changes stop you’ll be lucky to fit on those 5xl shirts.

You manage to get out of the chair with great struggle. And waddle to the house. You’re so large with all this added fat. You sit on the couch and struggle to put one day leg in each hole. You stand up and struggle. Struggle with all your might to pull the once oversized pants up. And you find that they are too small. Your mouth falls from shock realizing that you now have a waist size larger than 60. And even though you could see it. You could feel it. You were dripping pre cum on you feet from being so horny from all the changes you went through to be this old fat fuck of a man.

[miss-tc-nova]

Debts - Malleus Draconia x Reader

I don't think I can do much more to this one, so might as well just put it out there for now. Lol.

Premise: Malleus is owed a favor

Words: 1,825

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               The hall and its inhabitants fly past as my feet weave me through the mass. Meanwhile, I can hear the shouting behind me.

               “Get back here!”

               “You’re not getting away with this!”

               “Good job, Grim!” I huff.

               Claws dig into my shoulders as the feline holds on. “It’s not my fault they weren’t paying attention!”

               “YOU HIT THEM WITH PAINT BALLOONS!”

               “THERE WERE SIGNS EVERYWHERE!”

               I break through the other side of the mass, turning back to get a look at my lead. They’ve only just started fighting the crowd.

               “Haha! Catch us if you can, suckers!” Grim goads.

               “Oomf!”

               In the minor victory, I neglected to see the pair I was fast approaching. I’m half convinced I hit a brick wall for the sheer solid mass I hit. The impact easily sends me to the ground.  

               Sitting up, I look up. His skin is fair, dark strands falling across it in beautiful contrast. The neon shade of his eyes is entrancing, gleaming with unfathomable knowledge with just a hint of innocence. His uniform shows much of the same colors, except that means these guys are from Diasomnia.

               Then I remember that I ran into him.

               “Hornton! Shit! I am so sorry!” I babble, scrambling off the floor.

               “Henchmaaaan!” Grim is pulling at my pants.

               “Hush, Grim! Are you okay?!”

               “It’s alright.” His tone does not sound like it’s alright. “It’s not as if such a small collision could actually prove harmful.”

               “So you’re not hurt?’ I ask cautiously.

               The smaller male smiles, teeth glinting. “It would take much more than a collision with a mere mortal to injure Malleus.”

               “Oh good. I’d hate for someone to get hurt in this madness.”

               This time, his brows furrow in confusion. “You were actually worried for me?”

               “Well yeah. I slammed into you pretty hard. If you were ‘mortal’ like me, an impact like that could break something.’”

               His head tilts. “I see. Then, are you alright?”

               A bashful hand meets the back of my head. “Yeah, I’m good. I just fell on my butt.” My words must confuse him.

               A harsh shout jolts my nerves. “There you are!”

               “HENCHMAN!”

               My hand snatches Grim’s paw.

               “Gotta go!”

               I sneak my way around the Diasomnia boys and resume my race through the school to evade my captors.

               Before I can turn the corner, I glance back. The two are still there, but on the floor beside them lies my pursuers, scrambling to get back to their feet. A long black tendril flicks briefly before vanishing under Hornton’s coat.

               My heart skips when I realize those green eyes are on me.

               “Hey! Pay attention!”

               Grim’s shout reminds me of what just happened and I’d like not to make the same mistake twice, so I look ahead and keep running.

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               Fluttering pages and shuffling tomes break the absolute silence of the library. Rows upon rows of books begin blending together in an endless maze as I amble along. It’s been hours since I last saw sunlight—hell, it’s been hours since I last saw another person. Yet, in spite of my endeavors, I’m no closer to the answers that evade my search nor the passing grade I desperately need.

               My gaze snags on a promising title regarding venomous plants. Staring up at the book, I determine that I have to check it, however, my reach isn’t even close and I wonder why I even tried. Shoulders slump in defeat.

               “Having trouble, Child of Man?”

               A massive gasp leaves my lips as I press against the bookshelves away from the newcomer. The dragon’s brows rise in surprise.

               “Hornton?! You snuck up on me!” Hand to my own chest, I can feel my heart racing. “When did you get here?”

               “Just in time to observe your struggles in height.” He gestures to the shelf out of my reach. “Allow me.”

               Easily taller, the Diasomnian student plucks the taunting tome from the shelf and offers it to me.

               I almost forget my manners. “Thank you.”

               “I can’t imagine the reason a first-year student would need a herbology book this distinct,” he hums in interest. “What is it you’re studying?”

               “Grim and I are doing our science project on venomous plants and the effect different soil has on their venom.” I flip open the book experimentally. “But for the life of me, I can’t find anything about the one that we found in the woods.”

               “Would you mind showing me this plant?”

               From my bag, I remove the photo of the foliage I had taken with my camera. His eyes widen in surprise.

               “This is an incredibly rare flower to have stumbled upon. Not even the botanical garden has any samples of the Ophiophagus Datura.”

               “Offy what now?” Rummaging through my bag, I pull out at notebook and pen.

               “Ophiophagus Datura. It’s one of the deadliest carnivorous plants in all of Twisted Wonderland. You certainly won’t find any information on it in that book.”

               “Oh great,” I grumble, shoulders slumping.

               “I may know where you can find such information, however.”

               Hope swells in my chest. “Really?!”

               The amused chuckle that leaves his lips shoots through my heart like an arrow. “Of course.” He gestures further down the aisle. “Shall we?”

               “Yes please!”

               Hornton delivers on his word, providing me with three books that have some mention of the deadly flower. He also advises me to speak with Professor Crewel regarding the proper procedures of handling the flower and to use personal protective equipment. I hastily scrawl every bit of information he speaks, ecstatic to finally have made some headway.

               “This is great! Thank you so much, Honrton!” I say, collecting the materials we gathered. “Grim and I are gonna ace this assignment!”

               He’s been wearing that smile nearly throughout our entire academic adventure. Even now, I feel somehow entranced to witness it. “It was my pleasure.”

               The bell tolls, striking me with sudden panic.

               “Oh no! I’m late for my study session! Jamil’s gonna kill me!” Everything gets unceremoniously jammed into my bag and I just about take off. But first, I pause and smile back at the young man. “Sorry to dash, but thank you again, Hornton. I’ll catch you later!”

               He gives a brief wave as I bolt out of the library and straight into the scowl of my tutor.

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               Muscles ache and sweat threatens to roll down my back. Leaning over the banister, I stare down at the Ramshackle entrance. Then, with a deep breath, I approach the stone object, press up against it, and heave.

               The monster goes crashing down the steps, chipping several and smashing at least two. Even the floor at the bottom suffers beneath the massive decoration, yet somehow, the statue still survives fully intact.

               A heavy sigh slips past my lips as I carefully make my way down the distraught stairs.

               Then, a head pokes into the room.

               “Hornton?”

               “Is everything alright? I happened to be passing by when there was a loud crash.”

               “Yeah,” I laugh breathily. “I’m just doing something redecorating.”

               “I see. Is redecorating often so…” He peers past me at the toppled statue on the floor. “…loud?”

               I lean against the sturdy thing. “Not normally, no. But I found this neat guy in one of the spare rooms and thought he’d look cool outside in the yard. It was either that or put him in the window to freak out guests—which I’m starting to think was the better idea.”

               A slender finger meets his chin. “I see. He’s quite a handsome fellow. I agree he’d look great standing out in the yard. Yet you seem to be having some trouble?”

               “Well yeah. He’s freakin’ heavy. I don’t know how they got him up the stairs in the first place.”

               “Would you like some assistance?”

               “Ah, it’s alright. It’s pretty…”

               My words trail off as the housewarden reaches for the statue. Without even the slightest strain, he simply lifts the solid stone off the floor. Mouth agape, I watch the young man stroll effortlessly towards the entrance of Ramshackle. One step from the door, he peers back.

               “Where would you like me to put it?”

               Shaking off the stupor, I scurry after him.

               With his input, the two of us pick the perfect spot in the yard to showcase the new lawn ornament.

               “Thank you so much, Hornton,” I say, dusting the top of the creature’s head. “You saved me like four hours.”

               It appears he finds my statement dubious. “That long?”

               “Well it took me three hours just to move him to the top of the stairs.” My smile is full of gratitude. “I really owe you one. Actually, now that I think about it, I owe you like three now.”

               “Oh really?”

               I start counting off my fingers. “Yeah. One for saving my hide after I ran into you, one for helping me with my flower project, and one for moving this guy for me. So if there’s anything I can do for you, just let me know.”

               There’s a lightbulb in his head. “Ah, you mean favors.”

               His innocence of human norms is adorable. “Yeah.”

               “Hmm.” A knuckle to his lips, he thinks. “Perhaps there is something you can do for me—provided you feel up to the task.”

               “Won’t know unless you ask.”

               For the first time, he seems uncertain. “Perhaps, if you were so inclined, we could spend some time together?”

               “Okay. Grim and I were gonna meet up with Deuce and Ace later to watch Vil’s latest movie. You wanna come?”

               Oh that expression says “no”

               “Maybe my intent wasn’t quite clear.”

               “Not clear?” I murmur, thinking about what he said.

               It clicks. It clicks and fire bursts beneath my skin, surging into my face.

               “Oh you mean a date!” A hand slaps over my mouth as I realize I practically screamed that.

               This poor man stands there, looking shocked at my sudden, loud, awkward outburst.

               Fingers shift from my mouth to my eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

               “Ah…I see. My apologies for being so forward. I—”

               “No!” I interrupt, waving frantic hands. “Nonononono! I’m sorry for yelling. I’m not sorry for—I’m not—I mean—Yes! I would love to go out on a date with you!”

               Gods, I wish he’d just put me out of my embarrassing misery now.

               His confusion warps to amusement and soft laughter escapes his lips. It doesn’t exactly help my fever, but he’s not laughing out of mockery or bullying. It’s genuine and maybe even a rare occurrence for him.

               “How is it that you always manage to be so charming?”

               His question makes no sense to me in this bashful state. “I think I’m just lucky our definition of charming seems to differ.”

               Careful fingers slip beneath my hand, lifting higher and higher, stopping just short of his lips.

               “Well, regardless. I look forward to you settling your debt.”

               That’s when his lips meet my skin.

~~~~~

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[sugar-omi]

I hate myself for thinking this but, what if MC finds out she’s pregnant and the first thing in her mind is that she’s fucking up Cove’s future. So instead of telling him she just breaks up with him and shuts herself away from him so he can’t convince her that they’ll work it out. Now Cove has no clue why the love of his life just broke his poor heart. Skip to five years later, Cove comes back to surprise visit his dad but surprise there’s MC, Cliff and a little five year old boy that looks way too much like Cove. Like I’m talking copy and paste that’s a little Cove

oh my fucking god.... i. pls i have some thoughts but also OUCH. BIG OUCH

mmm i'm not gonna make a full fic/detailed post... maybe later if we're all itching for some angst or i'm up for causing more heart ache n then i am very much open to expanding on this (already thinking abt cove getting to know his son.... omfg my heart HURTS)

but i wonder how MC "gets away" (for lack 'a better words) with not telling cove about the kid.

because i can tell you right now, cliff and kyra can't know about it and keep it a secret. not for 5 years at least.

so does she beg everyone in her family to keep it a secret? i think that's the best bet. moms would really prefer Not to keep it a secret, but they also can't force you to tell cove...

but i also don't see them letting 5 years without cove at least knowing, go by either... they'd try to keep the secret, but seeing cove's sad face would break them quickly, if not instantly.

also your friends!!! god, they can not keep a secrete to save their life, especially that big. so you can tell them, but expect the news to find its way back to cove in about.. mmm... 4 hours? so yeah....

anyway!!! lets say that your family kept the secret...

i think your son would eventually start asking about his dad. he sees how you and your family react to him, hears all the mumbling about how he looks so much like... "cove"? when you think he's in the other room.

and he sees how sometimes you look sad and how you slowly and tenderly run your fingers through his hair. and how sometimes you tell him "yknow, daddy has hair just like yours."

and when he asks why you're sad, if you respond with something along the lines of "you look just like your dad, thats all."

or even if you say that in response when he asks what his dad looks like (if you haven't shown him pictures), or if he overhears you saying he looks like this "cove" guy

you notice he starts looking at himself more often... maybe even asking, "does daddy have green hair like mine?" "are his eyes really blue, just like mine?" "does he wear glasses too?" and still in awe that he and this man he's never met, but already seems to adore him (as much as a toddler can adore someone they don't know), share the same features.

and if you show him pictures of cove, which i hope you do, but if you don't, don't worry because your son will probably realize "he has green hair like me!!!!" and he'd either run up to enthuse about it or run up to ask him if he's his daddy bc they have the same hair color... or just call him daddy n if anyone tries to argue about it, wdym?! they have the same hair color, what more do you need?!

so hopefully, cove is the only man with specifically seafoam green hair. otherwise, you're shitting yourself every time your son runs off to meet his green-haired-brethern

anyway. I think all your sons questions, and seeing pictures, knowing that he shares so many traits with cove, and seeing you miss him.

oh god, seeing you sad would make him insist so so much on seeing cove.

"if we meet daddy, will you be happy again?"

also can't believe I almost forgot.. your son being sad about not having a dad, and being jealous of other kids for spending time with their dad, etc.

he'd ask you questions about why he doesn't have a dad, n if he does. why isn't he around? and a real heartbreaker.. does daddy hate him? does he not love him? is that why he isn't here?

so I guess that means it's time to go back to sunset bird! and finally explain why you moved away n never looked back, and why you don't talk to anyone but your parents from back then...

now I won't get into everything right now (im a fuckin liar. I can feel a tangent coming on)

but I wanna talk abt how cove would feel, just a bit, and how I think your future with him would look...

I think at first, he'd be really shocked, seeing this carbon copy of his much younger self. the only thing telling him that his 4-5 year old self didn't jump out of one of his many childhood pictures,

is any birthmarks or beauty marks that maybe you have, or the boys hair being curlier than his, or his skin tone, or maybe he has your nose. whatever it is, he knows he's looking at the imperfect combination of you and him.

(cove's heart is beating outta his chest right now, n you're lucky he only stumbles instead of fainting, because this really is a shock... but that deeper part inside of him, that egotistical, primal almost, part of his heart swells up at the thought, the reality. that his son looks mostly, if not entirely like him.)

but after shock, he's sad. I think he'd be really sad, because he realizes that this is why you broke up right? and no matter how in control of your emotions you think you may be, your wide eyes show how afraid, nervous, and sad you are. he knows. he knows without even talking to you and it hurts

and after he gets past the anger and confusion stage, maybe even in between in fact- which would be more natural since, I think he'd feel this all at once but that's besides the point

he'd be really sad he missed all his sons milestones. walking, first words... God he probably dreams about it (when he does eventually fall asleep), and now his heart is tugging at the seams and the seams are RIPPING.

he also starts thinking about how hard it must've been doing it by yourself. and going through all that without him, your partner.

but maybe you didn't rely on him like he relied on you? maybe you didn't trust him like he did you, maybe you just... didn't need him. like he needed you.

you did break up afterall, and you never let him know about the kid until now, so maybe you thought he'd be a failure of a father and nipped it in the bud before disaster struck...

but I also think that's where anger comes in. because you didn't tell him. he didn't have a choice at all.

he knows he had a tendency to hesitate or run away, but he thinks really hard about it, and he knows he wouldn't have ran away from this.

leaving you alone would scare him a lot more than being a father. being a bad or absent father would scare him a lot more than trying to be a good one. knowingly abandoning a life he helped create, would scare him so much more. he wouldn't be able to sleep otherwise.

so while he gets it. he doesn't get why you didn't try.

and if you explain that you worried about ruining his future, he's so upset and so mad because how could you make that choice for him? how could you take on the burden alone?

this is also where confusion merges in, because while the answers are so obvious or easy to guess, he just can't believe it. he doesn't wanna believe it...

now about your future...

cove still loves you. he's loved you his whole life, it's hard to stop even 5 years later... and seeing you, it makes his heart throb because he's dreamed about this for many nights.

you broke up with him without giving any answers. you even up and moved by the end of the week so when he tried to give you space, before talking to you, it was too late. your room was pretty much void of every sign of life.

you took all your treasured items, your clothes- spare some youd been meaning to get rid of, your pictures, your hobby items. everything. he's surprised you didn't just take the bed and frame.

he's surprised you didn't just carve out his heart n take it with you, because if it's still in his chest, why does it feel so hollow?...

it'd take a really long time to even think of a romantic relationship. if at all. maybe cove's even accepted the break up at some point, depending on how long you'd been together. but if you'd been together since you were 13, it's a hard pill to swallow. bc you can put up with his angsty teenage self, what changed...?

I think seeing you be a parent, and so adored by your son, warms up his heart. makes him fall in love a bit at the sight.

it's not instant, he's getting to know you again. and getting to know this life that he didn't even know was waiting for him.

it's a good 2 or 3 years of figuring out this mess until it becomes something that makes sense. or as much sense as it can make. and if there's still something there, no matter how miniscule. it will catch fire.

now about the kiddo... he's so scared. and I hope you took a few days of talking with cove, and prbly cliff n Kyra bc they have a lotta feelings n thoughts on this too, before you try to integrate cove into his life.

it's small. cove meeting you at the park, and either your son is asking cove a billion questions (both abt why the sky is blue, and awkward questions abt why he wasn't present before...)

or he's trying to drag him on the monkey bars (doesn't work, cove's feet are on the ground still....)

or he's sitting silently on the blanket, reading, occasionally showing cove his favorite scene of the picture book or making him pronounce a word

but it does get bigger, it becomes lunch-n-movie dates, spending the night at your house (at your son's insistence. prbly bc he didn't want him to leave after a fun day), then cove taking him out alone..

it's a lot. and sometimes it feels like you're going backwards or that you're not moving at all because it's hard, for awhile. and even though his dad is on speed dial, there's not enough information he can give cove in how to take care of and deal with a kid he just met a few months ago.

especially a kid who already has a bit of personality, is hell on wheels (like most 5 year olds), possibly has many questions n sometimes problems with cove suddenly being here... it's a lot. n cliff can't help with any of it really.

he does get comfortable, eventually. although there's still times when he's sad, sometimes even angry about what happened, and all he's missed out on, he's so so happy to not miss out on anything else.

[blueicequeen19]

DHP Pt. 9

Warnings: angst, fighting, blackmail, masturbation, unprotected sex

Series ML

I’m dripping sweat by the time we’re done moving everything into the apartment. Half the furniture is from the Chateau so Sarah has an excuse to redecorate. John B can never tell her no. We all refused to let Y/N lift a finger so she went across the street to grocery shop with what little money I had until I got paid again. She also mentioned getting a job although I didn’t want her to work but that was an argument for another time.

“Are you going to name him after me?” John B asks for the tenth time, smirking as he hands me a beer.

“Or me. There’s plenty of John’s, not enough Pope’s.” Pope chimes in, particularly serious. I chuckle, looking over to see Sarah and Kie in a heated debate. Their words were hushed but knowing Sarah, she was probably putting Kie in her place. She had no right to start her shit last night. I didn’t expect her to help today but she did, remaining silent and keeping her head down. She almost seemed defeated.

“So have you told Y/N about everything that happened last summer?” John B asks.

“No. What’s there to tell?” I shrug.

“The gold. Kiara. Rafe.” Pope adds.

“There’s nothing to tell. I started a business that’s still not up and running and paid off a shit ton of debt. I’m not bringing in any money yet.”

“Yet. Key word.” John B says, his eyes darting to Sarah and Kie constantly.

“This will all be temporary. You know I’d let you guys live at the Chateau but Sarah is hounding me for a baby. Especially now that you have one coming. Her baby fever is through the roof. My dick is going to fall off.”

“I didn’t need to know that.” Pope grimaces.

“I know but I need to step up and be a man. I have to do this. I have a one year lease then I’ll find a house out in the marsh again. I’m selling my dads house so I’m not living there. That’ll be a little dough until the charter is up and running. I’d rather Y/N not worry about working but with everything that’s happened, she probably needs something to keep her busy before the baby comes.”

“Yea, she lost everything. Like her life was completely uprooted.” John B and I both shoot Pope a glare and he holds his hands up in defense. “Sorry! That came out wrong.”

“No, it’s true.”

“Shits tough. Sarah went through it. Y/N just has to find herself again. She’ll have you to support her.” John B nods.

“I don’t know if I’m ready to let her back in. It took a lot for me to open up to her the first time.”

“Oh yea? Then what did I hear last night? We got thin walls man.”

“Listen, pregnancy hormones are apparently no joke. She woke me up and I helped her out. That was it.”

“Maybe you should work on the relationship without being physical. Withhold sex until you both know what you want.” Pope says, earning another glare from us.

“Do you want me to die? Have you not heard how crazy pregnant women can be?”

“Yea I’m with JJ. Don’t risk your life, man.”

Sarah and Kie’s hushed voices grow louder, earning our attention from across the room. I lick eyes with Kie and she shakes her head, waving off Sarah and stomping out the front door. Sarah sighs before joining us, curling up against John B’s side. It made me miss Y/N and her softness.

“What was that about?” I ask, downing the rest of my beer.

“She doesn’t trust Y/N and she thinks you’re being stupid. She’s just mad and jealous. I think you need to just set the record straight with her.” Sarah opens her own beer and takes a long gulp. Kie was a problem I’d ignored for a long time. How clear can you make it to someone that you’re not interested without being shitty?

Thank god I wasn’t having a girl. These women were driving me fucking nuts.

I hated how no matter what’s happened, I still ached for her. She left me breathless and crazy. My heart skipped beats and shit. I’d never felt anything like this before but she was right. It’d been there since the beginning.

“Guys!” Kie burst back in through the front door, her curly hair whipped around her face like she’d been running and her chest heaving. “Rafe has Y/N cornered at the grocery store across the street.”

Those words send me into a blind rage as I jump to my feet and tuck the peacekeeper into the waist band of my shorts, concealing it with my shirt despite my friends pleading for me to stop as I shove my way out the door.

The closer I get to the store, the angrier I get. My vision is practically red when I see that he’s not only standing too close but he’s wearing a proud, cocky smile. Almost like he’s.. flirting. Y/N wasn’t tense or appearing to be in any distress. If anything they looked to be having a pleasant conversation. It’s when her eyes lock on my fast approach that her face falls, her eyes widening.

“J..”

I fist the back of Rafe’s pollo, all but throwing him away from her.

“Jesus, dude. We were just talking.” Rafe chuckles, holding up his hands as he smiles.

“JJ, stop.” Y/N snaps, grabbing my elbow but all I can think about is the shit Rafe has put my friends through. What he’s put me through. Now he’s talking to Y/N. Flirting with her.

“Stay away from her.” I growl, taking a step towards him just as the Pogues catch up.

“Okay, okay, enough. Let’s go.” John B says, stepping between the two of us and pushing back on my chest.

“How’s the Kook life treating you guys? Blow through all that money yet?” Rafe turns to Sarah, who stiffens under her brothers gaze. “Did you enjoy getting our father killed?” His gaze moves to Pope, “How’s that family legacy? I think I might still have a few pieces of that cross left.”

I can’t stop myself from pulling the gun and shoving John B away, pressing the barrel against Rafe’s chest. He only smiles, like the untouchable asshole he thinks he is. I hear the girls gasp but everything fades, my hatred for Rafe and his family masking everything else.

“What the fuck do you want?” I bite out.

“Y/N owes me a favor. I’m here to collect.” Rafe keeps his cocky grin as his eyes move to Y/N at my side, trying to talk me down. I can’t hear her.

“She doesn’t owe you shit.” I growl, pressing the gun harder to Rafe’s chest.

“Ask her. Just ask her.” Rafe takes a step back, casting a glance to Pope and Sarah before looking back at Y/N.

“JJ, stop. You’ll go to jail!” Y/N grabs my face, making me look at her pleading eyes. The gun is taken from my hand as Rafe gets back in his car and peels away. “What was that about?” Y/N demands, searching my face like I’ve been injured.

“What favor do you owe him? What did he want?”

“You’re being crazy right now! Chill! We were just talking!”

“Rafe Cameron doesn’t just talk to people unless he’s looking to gain something. So what favor did he fucking want?” Her face hardens as she takes a step back, too stubborn to back down from me. I was being an asshole but I couldn’t help it. This was too close to home.

“You’re not going to talk to me like that. You’re being shitty with me for no reason.”

“Guys, stop. This is what he wants. He wants us to fight.” Sarah says, gently pulling Y/N back so we’re no longer in each others space.

“She doesn’t know how much of a psychopath Rafe is. She shouldn’t trust him!” I shout, letting John B lead me away as Sarah tries to plead with her.

“Then tell me why! You never fucking tell me why! You have all these barriers you put up and your reasons for doing things but I’m not going to just blindly follow you without reason. I need to be in on it too. What did he do?”

“Both of you stop.” Kie says, catching a murderous look from Y/N.

“No, you stop. Mind your own fucking business.” Y/N shouts at Kie. God, this was only getting worse.

“He is my business, bitch! I’ve known him a lot longer than you! It’s not our fault you don’t know the man who knocked you up. You better adapt real quick to the way we do things because it’s his baby too.” I find myself diving between the girls as Y/N lunges for her. Kie’s eyes soften as she looks up at me but it’s not her I’m protecting.

“Get over yourself, Kiara. It’s never going to happen between us. It’s over. It’s been over. Whatever torch you’re carrying for me, you need to let it fucking go. Don’t speak about my child on my behalf.” I snap, a pang of guilt slicing through me when her face falls. She was my best friend but I couldn’t do this anymore. Tears fill her eyes before she turns away, stomping off to where she’s parked down the road.

“Really, dude? How about you let her down gently?” Pope scoffs, going after her.

“You could’ve handled that better.” John B adds, taking Sarah’s hand and leading her to the Twinkie. Y/N shoves past me, heading back inside the apartment building without a second glance in my direction. I’d be glad when today is fucking over.

It’s late as I walk by the bathroom door, a stifled moan stopping me in my tracks. My ears perk up as I listen in. It would be totally like her to try and pleasure herself knowing I’ve offered to help. I can’t pull myself away as her soft little whimpers grow closer and closer together as she nears her peak. My dick hardens in my shorts as I grit my teeth, listening for the moment that she comes undone.

I think she’s close when she lets out a frustrated groan and there’s a loud bang. I don’t even hesitate in shoving the door open, terrified that she’s fallen in the shower.

“What the fuck?” Y/N snaps, opening the shower curtain to look at me.

“I-I’m sorry. I thought you fell or something.” I say, taking deep breaths to calm my racing heart. She scared me to death. I’m not surprised when she rolls her eyes at me, sitting a bottle of shampoo down on the edge of the tub.

Her eyes soften just a little when she realizes that she scared me. I take slow, easy breaths to calm my heart as she starts to lather herself up with soap without shutting the shower curtain. I can't look away as her hands massage the suds into her glorious tits then down her baby bump and around her hips. My cock is throbbing painfully already in my shorts as her hands find her breasts again as she rinses, her nipples pebbled and begging for my teeth.

"Did you cum?" I croak, my throat dry as my body screams for her.

"No." She says firmly, turning the water off and wrapping her body then hair in a towel. She steps out, looking up at me with defiant eyes before brushing past me to go to the bedroom. I watch her go down the hall before glancing back at the couch where I told myself I'd start sleeping. I really should walk away. We can't work through our issues if we're constantly avoiding it with sex. But when I look back down the hall to see the door left open and her naked silhouette climbing into the bed, I lose the rest of my restraint.

I go to the door and lean against the frame, watching as she gets a vibrator from the nightstand she'd packed away and brings it to her clit. She glares back at me as she turns the toy on, her body jerking with the sudden vibrations. The toy gets turned up as high as it will go and her eyes threaten to close as she starts to pant softly, surrendering herself to the pleasure. I can't look away, jealousy choking me over the damn toy touching her instead of me. I'm tempted to pull my cock out and masturbate with her but I know that will tip her over the edge and I don't want to help her achieve anything without me involved.

She groans when she can't reach her peak and she throws the toy down on the bed, her breathing hard as she stares back at me.

"I think your pussy is a little spoiled by me." I smirk, bringing myself to the edge of the bed and gazing at her wet, swollen pussy. Her glare intensifies as her eyes trail down my body, stopping at the tent in my shorts.

"That's fine. I'm spoiled by your pussy too." I lower myself to the bed, crawling up between her legs and savoring the shuddering breath she lets out as I stop just at her pussy.

"I want you to cum on my cock." I say, looking for her permission before I fuck her brains out. By the look in her eyes, I know she wants it too.

"Okay." She whispers. I don't hesitate in flipping her onto her hands and knees, making her yelp then moan loudly as I fill her up from behind. She's so wet that I slip right in, touching her so deep that my eyes threaten to roll back in my head. I fuck her hard and fast, sending her into orgasm after orgasm as my own quickly builds inside me. I pull her hands back, her face pressed into the comforter as I use her as nothing more but a vessel for my pleasure.

I didn’t know how to talk to her but I knew how to do this. I knew how to fuck her until she forgets everything she’s mad about. In this moment nothing else matters. Not the secrets or the lies. Not Rafe Cameron or her loser ex. Not Kie. Just this.

[tojiscumdumpster]

CHAPTER FIVE - READER

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content warnings - vanilla smut.

 I’m sober enough to be grateful that it’s Saturday, but I’m hungover enough to wish I didn’t drink so damn much last night. Four cocktails and eight shots? I’m surprised I’m not a corpse right now. My head is throbbing, and my body still feels too sluggish to get out of bed. 

 What time is it? Eight? Nine? Who knows? What I do know is that I’m going to take it slow today.

 But even though I have the biggest headache right now, I can’t deny that last night was probably the best sleep I’ve had in a while. 

 It felt warm. Safe, like I was being protected and cared for. And I know damn well Mr. Don Julio was not responsible for that. 

 When I get drunk, I can sometimes remember bits and pieces of what happened the night before, in the next morning. I know I was at a bachelorette party. I saw Toji—

 Wait, I saw Toji. We snuck away into the utility closet to make out like two horny college kids and talked. But he said something that hurt my feelings, causing my whole over drinking fiasco.

 Then, some random guy who was hard on the eyes started dancing with me. I can’t remember much after that, but I’m sure he was a creep.

 Realistically, I do need to get up to start my day. I have a couple of errands to run, and I sort of promised Nanami that we would meet for lunch later. Why? I don’t know. Again, I don’t hate him. It’s just… I don’t know. 

 But when I tried to get up from bed, I felt like I was being held down by an arm. Rough yet soft grumbles pass through ears that scatter goosebumps across my core. 

 In a way, they sound therapeutic. Though, I’m still skeptical about who’s in my bed because I don’t remember hooking up with anyone, let alone allowing someone to sleep over. 

 However, the moment I looked up to see those dark, mid-length, raven locks. The distinctive scar on his lip. His soft rose-colored lips, I broke from his embrace and jumped away from him. 

 Did I…

 “Toji?” 

 He barely stirs, but my voice is enough to wake him up. “Hm?” 

 My mouth waters at the sight of him, laying in my bed, wearing only a tank top that bare his biceps, but leaves me with questions because of the scars that accompany his beautiful skin. And his briefs that shows his toned thighs and��� fuck . His semi-hard dick print. 

 I should look away, I should. But it’s hard when the man you’ve been fantasizing about for the past week is laying in your bed, looking like that. 

 “A picture will last longer,” he rasps. That deep fucking husky voice that sounds even sexier in the morning. 

 Y/N. Focus. 

 Heat floods under my cheeks as I look away. “What are you doing here?”

 “Last night really fucked you up, didn’t it?” 

 “I… Did we… Did we-”

 “Have sex?” He finishes for me, and I nod. “No. I wouldn’t do that to anyone… Not to you.” His last words were filled with softness that made my heart skip a beat. 

  Why am I so drawn to this man?

 Toji continues, “You’re pretty fucking clingy when you’re drunk, though. I took you home and cleaned you up for bed and I saw-” He stops mid-sentence, causing me to raise my brow in curiosity.

 “You saw what?” He sits up and turns away from me. I notice a light crimson color forming across his face and spreading to his ears. “Toji Fushiguro, are you blushing? What did you see?”

 “Just drop it.”

 “Nope,” I countered, jumping on him to get his attention back to me. I’m now playfully straddling his lap, completely oblivious. 

 It's like my hangover washed over me the second I knew Toji was in my presence. He was my serotonin, and I didn’t even realize. 

 “Aren’t you supposed to be hungover? Where the hell did all this energy come from?” He asks. 

 “Suddenly I’m not hungover anymore because I’m more interested in what you saw-”

 “Naked,” he interjects. “I saw you naked. When I was looking for your oversized tee shirts, you took off your dress while my back was turned and… yeah.”

 “Oh…”

 All the energy I had come to a halt while zeroing in on Toji. Me, still straddling his lap, becomes lost in his expensive emerald-colored hues. They’re so sharp. So pretty. Those soft lines, forming around his eyes that come with age, suits him well. But you wouldn’t even be able to tell he was forty-two because his skin is so smooth.

 His eyelashes are dark and medium length. Brows straight and thin. Lips rosy and slightly plumped. Toji, who claims to be an indecent man, appears like a beautiful catalyst to me. 

 It’s true what he says about us barely knowing each other, even though it doesn’t feel like that because in such little time, my life feels safe with him. 

 “Y/N,” he whispers. He calls for me and when he does, I feel his erection growing against my pussy. 

 “I’m sorry.” I start to pull away, but he holds me in place.

 “It’ll go down. Don’t want you to feel pressured to have sex with me,” he assures.

 “Okay… what if I—” I begin rubbing my sex against his dick. 

 “Y/N.” This time his voice is hoarse when he says my name.

 My pace quickens and the added friction of his briefs acting as a barrier brings me more pleasure than I expected. I lick and kiss all over his neck to hear more of his husky groans. 

 “Tell me if you want me to stop, Toji,” I say barely above a whisper. “Do you want me to?”

 He grabs my hips and rolls me on him faster. “Fuck no.” 

 It’s not sex, but fuck, this feels so good. The material of his briefs has me feeling Toji like he is bare under me. Dry humping might be a virgin thing to do, however, it’s aiding me in a much needed orgasm. 

 I take one of Toji’s hands to hike up my shirt and squeeze my nipples, having me arch my back in pure bliss. He’s just so hard. I’m very tempted to pull him out and ride his dick, but I’m not ready for that yet. 

 Our moans continue to mingle the quicker we chase our release, and I feel myself soaking up his briefs. Embarrassment fills my emotions from how needy I sound, along with my whimpering. Toji forces our lips together to devour all my sounds of pleasure, biting and sucking on my bottom lip that he can’t get enough of. 

 My sudden change of movements from grinding on his cock to bouncing and rolling seems to have an effect on him, just as much as it does to me. 

 “Fuck, you’re going to make me bust in my fucking boxers like I never had pussy before, Y/N,” he admits. “Keep doing that.”

 “Maybe because you never had mine.”

 Something about my words had Toji growling and flipping me over, where he’s now above me. The look in his eyes is almost primal. No. It is primal. Hungry, craving to feast on me until I tap out. 

 Before I protest from his loss touch, his lips are back on me, and he dry fucks me as if he’s actually inside of my pussy. His hips snaps into mine while dragging his mouth across my face and neck. Toji continues to pinch my nipples underneath my shirt and I'm a whining mess. 

 “Toji, I’m about to come,” I cry. 

 “Why do you sound so fucking sweet? How are you going to sound when my cock is actually inside of you?” Too many questions where I’m too horny to form an answer. “You think you could take me, pretty girl?”

 “Yes.”

 He chuckles, showing mockery to my answer. “We’ll see.”

 Why did that laugh, those two words, trigger me to come? It hit me hard, and blurred my vision with the tears that pricked my eyes. Toji’s presence was enough serotonin, but this? Nothing or no one could possibly ruin my day after this. 

 I softly gasp for air and it’s as if he knew to kiss me with such eagerness to breathe all the life back into me. Holding him tightly, I wrap my legs around his waist to take his thrusts and swallow his harsh grunts. 

 “About to fucking come, Y/N,” he growls. 

 “So come.”

 He gives me a few more dry thrusts until the bed creaks and the headboard hits the wall before coming in his briefs. 

 Toji gives me a sloppy kiss, overpowering, and not giving me a chance to keep up with his moments. Coming down from our orgasms together is an experience I never expected to happen so soon, but it felt right to do it now. 

 I’m completely sober to remember this moment with Toji. 

 Our breaths are shallow and his forehead rests on mine. Soon, he slowly rises from me to look at the mess we, well, I made on his briefs.

 They’re drenched. While he pulls apart a string of my wetness connects to him that makes my cheeks warm and causes me to look away. I know I shouldn’t be embarrassed, but I am. 

 “You’re so… fucking wet.” His deep and raspy voice soothes me. I feel his hand grasping my chin to turn my face to him. “Beautiful.”

 “Not into the lovey dovey shit, huh?” I say, repeating the words he said to me last night. 

 He scratches the back of his neck. “Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. What you said was right, wanting to scare people away and shit.”

 I don’t want to interrupt his thoughts so I nod my head so he can continue.

 “I’m not good at relationships. Only been in one and, well… you know how that ended.”

 I stand on my knees to level with his eyes. “I’m not asking for a relationship from you. Not now, at least. Let’s just get to know each other.”

 He looks at me to consider my request, eyes wavering across my face. His hand goes to spring the tendril in my face, and I remember to curse myself later for now putting on my bonnet. 

 Toji takes his time to caress my face, line out my jaw, cuff my neck, and trace my collarbone. His touch is delicate yet burns through my skin. If I can feel this all day, I know I would be okay. 

 “Alright.”

 “Alright?” I repeat.

 He nods, giving me a half smile. “Alright.”

 Again, my arms are around his neck, and I pull him into a kiss for a few more minutes before I head out for the day. 

 Having lunch with my ex-fiancé, who is also my boss, is not how I wanted to spend my afternoon, but here I am anyway.

 After I spoke to Nanami this past Monday about potentially having dinner with him last night, it completely slipped my mind that I had a bachelorette party to attend. I’m rushing at five in the evening to grade tests for six different classes because my free period was used for a parent-teacher conference, and here comes Nanami coming in my classroom to see if we can still go to dinner. 

 I was honestly shocked that he had the nerve to ask me that question, like I want to spend my weekend grading papers. Unlike him, I like to enjoy my only two days off without thinking about work. 

 But when it comes to him? I’m sure he expected me to drop everything and accompany him to dinner. 

 Nanami stopped doing that for me, so why would I do that for him? 

 Anyways. 

 Because I wanted to see why he was so eager to talk to me, I decided to allow him to take me out to lunch today so we could talk. To see how things are going. His words, not mine.

 “How was the bachelorette party?” He queries, pulling me from my thoughts. 

 I sip on my sparkling water. “It was fun. Had too many drinks. So, I still feel a bit sluggish.”

 “I see. I know the martinis here are your favorite. Too bad you can’t drink any.”

 “Not unless you want me to puke everywhere.”

 Silence. 

 This is exactly what I was worried about. Is this why Nanami wanted to meet up? To have awkwardness while eating eggs and waffles? The chemistry. The love, at least, the love I had for him, died. A long time ago. This feels trivial. 

 “You brought me to one of the restaurants we used to go to together, you ordered my entire meal because you know me ever so well, and now we’re struggling to make small talk.” I come in hard with my accusations. “What did you want to talk about?”

 “I want us to try to make things work, Y/N.”

 I laugh. “That’s not happening. We tried twice. How many times do you need?”

 “Now? Just one. I know I haven’t been the best in our relationship, but these months without you made me realize there’s more important things in life,” he explains. “Memories. Marriage. Parenthood… I eventually want to build that with you if you allow me.”

 “If I allow you?” I mock. “That’s the thing, Ken. I never was opposed to any of that. You knew how much getting married and becoming a mother meant to me. I didn’t take away from you. You took that away from us.” 

 “I’m sorry.”

 I scoff. “Sorry for what? For staying late at work? For declining me sex? For having me to go to our friends get togethers alone? What exactly are you sorry for?”

 I attack Nanami with all these questions because it honestly fucking amazes me that he invited me to lunch to try to convince me to give another chance. 

 We were together for five years. Engaged for one. Problems began two years prior. I’ve been more than patient with Nanami. I was the only person to actually understand how he feels because I’m a freaking teacher. Work is hard on me, too. 

 But the difference is, I know how to keep it at school. Yeah, maybe I have my days when I have to grade at home. However, when it came to Nanami? I dropped the world for him…

 Why couldn’t he do that for me?

 I’m not going to cry over him in front of him. Not here. Not now, so this lunch needs to be cut short. 

 “I’m sure you’re sorry, Kento. Actually, I know you are,” I tell him. “I can’t act like we didn't share some amazing memories. The love you had for me when you were in our relationship was beautiful. You made me light.”

 “I still lov-”

 “But you also hurt me—badly.” I gather my things to leave him at the table, but before I do. I say one more thing to him. “I don’t think I forgave you yet. If you want to be friends, cool. Give me time for that. But romantically? There’s no chance for that anymore.”

 Nanami’s hand sits in lap, and if I know him like I think I do, they’re probably balled up in fists. I know his anger isn’t directed toward me, but at the reality of our demise. 

 “Okay… I understand. I’ll give you time, Y/N.”

 “Thank you.” I give him a solemn smile. “See you around, Ken. Take care of yourself.”

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discussion question #1 — we see both reader and toji becoming familiar with each other, and trying to figure out why they don't feel like strangers. based on their interactions, who do you think will fall in love first?

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Clowning Around!!? (Beck Oliver x reader)

Summary: the one where you, beck, Andre and Cat get lost in Texas whilst you guys were meant to pick Tori up at the airport, it’s lowk kind of suggestive toward the end (;

“Okay, so here’s the deal. My cousin’s wedding is in Texas, and I need you guys to pick me up at 7pm tomorrow” Tori says, while stuffing papers into her already overstuffed bag.

Andre raises an eyebrow, “Us? Why not your parents?” He asks.

She sighs “because they’re in Florida for Trina’s broken elbow, and besides, you guys owe me for that time I helped you build a potato cannon for Sikowitz’s project.”

You cross your arms and groan, “okay, but that was ages ago, and there’s still mashed potatoes in my shoes.”

“Well it’s just picking her up, right? How hard can it be?” Beck says, slinging his arm around your shoulder

“yay! Oh my god a road trip!” Cat says excitedly, “man I’ve always wanted to go to Texas, Do you think we’ll see cowboys? Or cows? Or boys?”

Andre backs up “look I don’t know about you, but I’m afraid of Texas, my grandma says it’s haunted.”

So the next day, the gang is driving through the Texas countryside in a beck’s dad’s van. Beck’s driving, Andre’s navigating, Cats asleep on your lap, and you’re leaning against the window, annoyed at how painfully lost you all are.

Andre repeatedly hits the gps on his lap, “turn left in…uh…wait, why’s it recalculating again?”

Beck’s gripping steering wheel, “because this stupid gps is possessed, this is the third time it’s told me to turn into a cornfield”

“I told y’all Texas was haunted, this feels like we’re in a horror movie man” Andre complains

Cat awakens when she hears the word ‘horror movie’, “Oh my god, I love horror movies! Do you think we’ll see a corn ghost? Or Bigfoot? Or-”

You cut her off “If you say clowns, I’m jumping out of this van”

Cat gasps “I love clowns! Don’t you?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it” you say briskly

Andre squints at the gps “uh…so, funny thing. This gps won’t turn on”

You throw your hands up, “Fantastic. We’re lost in Texas.”

“No big deal babe, we’ll just backtrack a bit” beck tries to assure you

You glare at him through the rear view mirror “Your eternal optimism is really not helping the fact that we have no idea where we are, and we’re already like an hour late to Tori”

The van starts to sputter and comes to a stop in the middle of an empty country road surrounded by tall grass. Beck sighs and leans his head on the steering wheel “Of course, because why wouldn’t the Van break down?”

You stare ahead in disbelief “Wow, the universe really does hate us”

“Oh God, we’re gonna die in Texas man” Andre sobs into Beck’s shoulder

“Hey, why don’t you just jump start the van” says cat matter of factly.

You hit becks shoulder repeatedly, “Baby, go jump start the van” you urge Beck

“I like it when you call me baby” beck teases.

You shove him again, “shut up and get the car moving, you weirdo”

“Fine” he deadpans, “but you’re coming with me for moral support”

“Fine” you roll your eyes

Both you and beck are now out of the car getting the jumpers out of the trunk, when Beck points to a staggering figure in front of the car, quickly getting closer.

You look up and scream, “it’s a fucking clown, oh my god it’s a fucking clown waving around a fucking scissors”

“Hey calm down” Beck rubs the sides of your arms soothingly, but you shove him away, “no, don’t tell me to fucking calm down when there’s a fucking clown with a fucking scissors skipping toward us”

“Hey” Beck Waves at the clown guy

“Hello there” the clown wiggles his fingers at Beck, “Are you lost?, you look lost” the clown says matter of factly.

“We’re not lost” you snap, a little to quickly

The clown starts giggling lowly, his giggling eventually crescendos into high pitched screeches, leaving Beck and you staring at him all confused. Andre and Cat doing the same from inside the car. The clown finally calms down and starts speaking again, “Well…lost or not…I’m going to need to take one of each of your toes, in exchange for you all driving on my road” he starts violently snipping the air with his scissors.

“Nuh uh, nope” Andre comes tumbling out of the car with Cat, they both run into the tall grass, you quickly follow them, with beck not far behind.

Eventually you all lost the clown and made your way back to the car.

Beck sighs “well that was an experien-”

“Start the fucking car, there’s a homicidal clown trying to amputate us” you cut him off

“I like that idea, why don’t you listen to your girlfriend Beck?” Andre urges.

Beck raises his hands defensively.

They finally arrived at the airport, disheveled and exhausted. Toris waiting at the curb looking annoyed, “What took you guys so long?!”

Cat runs up to Tori and excitedly starts explaining “Oh my God, Tori it was wild, our gps got possessed and the van broke down, then a clown tried to cut our toes off, so we played tag in a cornfield with him.”

Tori looks dumbfounded. “And if you ever ask us to pick you up again, the answer is no” Andre assures her.

“I’m hungry, I’ve been here for 2 hours” Tori whines

“We’ll stop at a gas station” you deadpan while patting Tori’s shoulder.

Beck pulls into a gas station before switching places with Cat, in the back seat, so Andre can drive. It’s dark and the fluorescent lights flicker slightly above the pumps. You and Tori walk into the convenience store, Tori’s talking animatedly about something that you weren’t quite processing because of the creepy aura the place was exuding.

“Hey, do you want anything?” she asks, waving her chips and candy in the air.

“Uh, no thanks, I’ll just get a can or two of soda in the back, but it’s fine you don’t have to pay” you answer her

“Okay then, I’m gonna go and pay for these snacks real quick” Tori says

You were already in the back aisle, scanning through the soda flavours. As you’re standing there, you hear a sharp metallic sound slicing through the air. You stumble back and your eyes widen in horror as you see the clown from the cornfield standing behind you, scissors in his right hand and a huge chunk of your hair in his left.

“What the fuck man” you back away and start running out of shop, grabbing Tori on the way “Tori, RUN”

Tori looks up, confused, but when she sees the clown advancing toward you, her face goes pale, and the two of you sprint toward the van. The sound of the clowns slow, deliberate footsteps egging you on.

“What the heck is going on?! Why’s he after us?!” Tori screeches

You’re panting now “I swear to god, the universe keeps on testing me!”

The clown suddenly appears in front of the two of you, his scissors glinting menacingly in the dim light.

“Come on baby cakes, you all owe me” the clown gestures to the two of you, and then everyone else in the van, with his scissors.

“What is his deal?!?” Tori screams hysterical

“I don’t know! We need to get into the fucking car, Tori” you scream, whilst also trying to calm yourself.

You yank the door open and the two of you scramble inside. As soon as the door is shut, Andre floors the gas pedal and the van screeches off.

The clown however, seems to be keeping pace with them, running along the side of the road, occasionally trying to jump in front of the vehicle.

“Oh my god!” Cat gasps

“Almost there Andre, just a little slower and he’ll snip off all of our toes” you comment sarcastically

“Shut up! Im trying not to hit the guy.” Andre says

“Yeah? Well he doesn’t seem to worried about hitting us!!” You scream at Andre

“Deep breaths, baby” Beck rubs your arm again.

You’re gripping the seat, you keep glancing at the side mirror where you can see the clown following.

“I can’t believe this is happening” you whine “he cut my fucking hair man! MY HAIR! And a huge chunk of it too!”

“Okay, you need to calm down and breathe, it’s okay” Beck assures you

“Don’t tell me to breathe!” You snap “how can I stay calm when I’m in Texas, running from a homicidal clown, with a chunk of hair missing from the side of my head, Jesus! Now I look fucking homicidal!”

Andre tries to be the voice of reason from the steering wheel “okay calm down, you’re still gorgeous”

“Not with half my hair missing” you grit out

Beck reaches over your shoulder and pulls you into his chest, “Hey, we’ll figure it out. It’s just hair. You’ll be fine.” He tries to comfort you

You throw your hands up and pout, “you say that now, but you didn’t just lose a chunk of hair, you guys don’t understand how long it took for me to get my hair just right, I’ve always been told I have great hair, but now I look fucking demented!”

“C’mon, focus, the clown dude is still chasing us” tori reminds everyone.

“I hate Texas man” Andre whines, as he speeds up for a brief moment, but then the clown starts catching up again.

“Oh my god! I just thought of something!” Says Cat excitedly, she’s digging in her bag for a moment before she pulls out a can of hairspray. She rolls down the window and sprays him in the face, he stumbles back and Cat lets out a victorious laugh.

Andre floors it, driving faster and faster, until they lose the clown in the distance, he’s finally out of sight and everyone relaxes.

The van is cruising down the highway, the night is calm and uneventful now that the clown is out of the picture.

Tori and you sit together at the back of the van, the dim light from the interior lamp casting a soft glow. Tori’s holding a pair of scissors, nervously eyeing your hair, trying to fix the abomination caused by the clown.

“You know it’s not that bad” Tori says, carefully cutting, “you look good with shorter hair, it’s very chic” she tries

“Chic? CHIC?, Tori it’s not about being chic! It’s about my identity! my long, luscious, healthy hair was a huge part of my image, me and Beck were crowned ‘The Couple with the best hair’, and now that title is gone”

Tori snips abit more off, trying to keep it even, but you’re struggling to sit still.

Cat gasps, as though she just made a revelation, “Oh my god, your hair’s even shorter than Beck’s now”

“Oh my god you’re right” you say as you fiddle with your hair in the mirror, you sigh with mock sadness “Beck’s never gonna think I’m hot now.”

Beck grins, “What? Of course I still think you’re hot, you’re always hot, even with the new hair.”

You raise an eyebrow playfully “You sure? I mean it’s a huge change”

Beck leans in, his voice low and teasing “C’mon, no matter what you do to your hair, you’ll always be the prettiest girl in the room.”

You look at him for a second, your playful smile fades into something softer and more sincere, you lean forward slightly and brush your lips against his in soft kiss, Beck responds almost immediately, deepening the kiss, his hand moving to your face as he pulls you closer.

Cat groans, “Ugh, seriously? Can you like not make out for like 5 minutes?”

You and beck, still locked in a kiss, hear the groaning and chuckling and so you reluctantly pull away, noses still touching, you sigh “fine, but I’m still waiting for you to prove I’m still hot”

“Oh I will” he gives you a quick peck

Cat groans loudly from the front, while Tori and Andre snicker.

The group finally makes it to the airport, utterly exhausted from the freaky clown chase, all of you can’t wait to get back to LA.

You sink down into a seat, sighing heavily, “I just wanna get back to LA, get my hair fixed, and pretend this never happened.”

Tori chuckles, “I don’t know, I kind of wanna tell people I got chased by a killer clown, it’d be like a cool badge of honor.”

Beck keeps anxiously checking his phone, “yeah, I just wanna get on this plane man”

As they get up to go to make their way to the gate, Cat yelps out and points at someone.

You turn and see the clown standing there, you grab becks arm and start panicking “no, no, no, NO. We are not doing this again.” You whine

“Well we gotta go, like now!” exclaims Andre.

You all start sprinting, weaving through the crowds of confused strangers. The clown follows them closely, waving his scissors around like a maniac. You all push past the other passengers, yelling for the gate agents to open the doors and let you through.

“This is insane!” Tori yells, glancing back at the clown

“I fucking hate Texas” you wail, for what felt like the fourth time that night.

The lot of you finally reach the gate, and throw their tickets at the lady, no time for niceties. You scurry down the jetway, hearts pounding as you all finally get inside and the door swings shut, leaving that creepo outside as the plane takes off.

The lot of you are now sitting down, recovering from the third attack on your lives.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe we survived Texas, my grandma was right, Texas is an EVIL PLACE” Andre wails out.

“Honestly I think the clowns the real winner here, he’s got a sick resume now, and nice chunk of your hair” Cat says, gesturing to you

“I’m gonna wear a hat forever” you groan

“Oh come on” Cat says “you look cute with short hair.

“Aww thanks” you say “I was really worried I was gonna lose all my appeal, you know?” You say teasingly.

Beck leans in with a teasing grin, “you know, my offer still stands? the one about proving you’re still hot.”

“Oh? I’m intrigued” you say

Beck smirks, “Come by my RV when we land in LA, and I’ll prove to you all night long that you’re still just as hot as ever.”

Your eyes widen briefly, but then you grin at him. Everybody groans in unison, making disgusted faces and rolling their eyes.

Tori’s mock gagging while she pulls a face, “Ugh, gross, Beck! We get it, you’re hot, she’s hot. Can you please not make me envision you two…proving it to each other”

Cat laughs with Tori, “Honestly, I don’t wanna know the details”

Andre pats Beck on the back.

You cross your arms and grin, “nice try, Beck, but you’re gonna have to work a little harder to convince me, after everything that happened.”

“Yeah, you better up your game, Beck, you still gotta prove to her that she’s still hot after being chased by a killer clown, and losing half her hair” Tori teases.

“Oh, I’m up for the challenge” Beck laughs

You glance at him with a small smile, “fine, fine, I guess I’ll see you at your RV, Beck.”

“Now that’s the spirit” Beck says grinning widely

Back in LA, Beck’s RV is cosy and dimly lit. You’re on Beck’s lap, tangled in each other, lips locked in a hot and messy kiss. You’re both lost in the moment, tugging at each other clothes forgetting to breath. Beck’s lips leave yours and you’re panting as he attatches them to your jaw, slowly making his way down your neck, to your collarbone, as his hand slowly inches up your sweater.

You’re breathing heavily now, “you know, this was a…really good…idea”

Beck hums into your neck, finishing up the mark he was sucking into your neck, “I think so too…” he breaths out as his hand reaches your bra’s clasp, intending to loosen it.

But he gets interrupted by a faint tapping sound, barely audible at first. The both of you freeze, heads turning toward the window. The tapping gets louder and more persistent.

You both cautiously stand up, trying to move as quietly as possible. Beck pulls the curtain aside, his face falls and his eyes widen in horror. You, unable to resist, also peek through the window and gasp, “No way. No. Way”

There outside the window, standing under the dim streetlight, is the same creepy clown you’d encountered in Texas.

“Oh my God, it’s him! The clown, What the- how?” Beck panics

“Nope, nope, nope, no way, NO!” You scream quietly.

You both stumble back from the window and stare in disbelief.

You stand there, half laughing, half screaming with fear, “so, uh, looks like I’m spending the night in your RV…whether I like it or not”

“God, now I’m stuck with you, and the killer clown outside” you say sarcastically

“Well…” beck smirks

You slowly move back to the couch, staring at Beck with wide eyes, “There is no way I’m leaving this RV, I’m not going out there, your dad might have to tow us to school tmmr.” You say

“Looks like it’s gonna be a long night, and since we’re not sleeping tonight anyway…we might as well make the most of it” beck says teasingly, as he lays down on the bed, and starts kissing you with the same passion as before.

“And besides” beck breaks from your lips, “I still have to prove something to you, don’t I?” he says as his hand slides down your waist.

You smirk at him, “yeah, you do” you kiss him, and he deepens it, your hand, tangling in his hair, his hand, gently pushing your shirt up, as he breaks away and begins placing kisses up your abdomen.

End of episode.

[doryyaaa]

Hi there! Would it be possible to request a Steve x reader story about him declining to sing while you're at karaoke but makes up for it with a trip to the music store to play the ukulele? I know it's a bit specific, so it's okay if it doesn't quite spur the inspiration! But I'd love to see you tackle if it you can

The victory party is in full swing. Steve Fox stands triumphant in the center of the room, raising his newest championship belt for everyone to see. The strobe lights shine across him like diamond trails over his blond, slicked-back hair. His boxing gloves are still strung over his shoulders, and he’s knocking back beer glasses with his mates like there’s no tomorrow. At some point, you take your eyes off him for just a few seconds, but he’s quickly closed the distance and sidles up to you at the bar area.

“Fancy another drink, luv?” Steve raises two fingers to the bartender, and slings an arm over your shoulders. His fresh cologne scent tickles your nose. The bartender returns with your drink, and Steve happily clinks your glass. “Here’s to you! My darling babe, the sexiest angel and my greatest treasure in the world—”

“Okay—I get it, I get it!” You burst into a giggle as he peppers small kisses along your jawline.

“Is the party too boring for you? Any creeps hitting on you? I’ll clock ‘em in the face,” Steve says, making a show of blowing on his knuckles.

“There will be no clocking,” you say, while your eyes wander over to the karaoke machine in the corner. “How about a song? I’ve never heard you sing before.”

A drunk partygoer stumbles behind you then, and Steve is quick to shield you.

“Woah! Easy there, fella. Hands to yourself, alright?” Steve playfully bumps his fist against the partygoer’s chest, just hard enough to elicit a choked laugh. He turns his attention back to you.

“You were saying, hun?”

“Karaoke! Will you sing for me?”

Steve glances to the machine from afar. Some other drunk guys have just picked up the microphones and started belting out a beloved classic. More people gather around to cheer and tease.

“Right. Actually, maybe now’s not the best time for that,” Steve says, much to your disappointment, and you settle for imagining it in your head instead, the way Steve’s cheeky tone might shift into a deep, honeyed timbre.

Your tiny pout must have left a mark on Steve, though, because he skips the after-party to go for a walk with you into a fancy shopping district. The sun has already set, and soft fairy lights glow from the surrounding gardens. Steve leads you by the hand through boardwalk, gentle as ever. He stops to cover both your eyes before nudging you towards a certain shop.

“Alright, you can look now!”

You find Steve’s adoring smile, and the music store standing quiet behind him, deserted at this odd hour.

“Here’s a special performance, just for you.” Steve picks up a ukulele on display, testing a slow strum. The chords echo melodiously in your ears.

“No way.” You gasp softly. Steve strums again, easing into a slow love song, the strings vibrating under his deft fingers. He takes his time working up to the climax, never missing a note.

“What can I say?” Steve winks. “I’m a man of many talents.”

“You’re amazing."

"Why, thank you."

"A musical genius.” You press a sloppy kiss to his cheek this time, and it’s his turn to giggle, boyish in his smile.

“I just hate to see you disappointed. You mean the world to me, you know that? I'll do anything to make you happy,” Steve says between slow strumming. You kiss him again, a peck on the lips.

"You already make me the happiest I can be."

"Oh, my heart." Steve ends the song with one last strum, soft and full of love. He puts the ukulele down, and pulls you in for a sweet embrace.

It’s much, much better than anything you could have imagined.

[fromtheboundlesssea]

HotD Season 2 Episode 2 Live Watch Thoughts

Seriously, I absolutely adore this new opening style. I really hope that they continue with this for the coming seasons (and in the other shows). The tapestry stuff is so pretty! Like I’m actually willing to watch through it. I usually just skip intros after watching them the first time.

Ugh. The bloody sheet. 😭

And now there are a ton of people 🫥 where were they before?

And Cole got dressed fast.

AND DESTROY THAT STUPID LEGO SET AEGON!

DECLARE WAR

ooooooo is Aemond going to find out that he was the one targeted? Are we not even going to get a proper reaction to him being told that his nephew is dead?

Man Otto looks shaken.

Take all of Alicent’s pain and give it to Daemon.

CALL HIM BY HIS NAME!

“But what they’ve done to my girl” 😭😭😭😭😭

I hate that Alicent is always made to feel as though she is at fault for everything but NONE of the other characters seem to feel the same sort of guilt, worthily had or otherwise?

Oooooooof yelling at Criston!

“The sanctity of my family!” 😭

“The Bitch Queen of Bastards” is a killer title though.

“You wished her life to be spared!” I’M—

THEY WERE GOING TO HAVE HIM TALE JAEHAERYS’ HEAD!!!??? 😭

Who else would it be random dude I have yet to know the name of (Jasper)? Who else? Sure someone who wants to start conflict.

Why are Rhaenys’ actions not viewed negatively? She killed hundreds of people.

“I will not have my little son’s body dragged through the street like a dead dog” WHERE ARE THE EMMYS?!?!

TOM MY LOVE YOU DESERVE THE WORLD FOR YOUR ACTING

AEGON LOOKING TO HIS MOM!

“My darling” 😭😭😭😭😭😭🤣🤣

HELAENA!!!!!

“I don’t want them closer. I don’t know them.” MY BABY

“This is for my boy” 😭

Why would you still use the goldcloaks? Especially since we don’t have Alicent’s brother leading them yet?

THE HEAD SHAKING MORE THAN THE BODY!!!!!!!

YOU CHILD MURDERER DO NOT GET TO ACT SO SORRY AND LIP TREMBLING!!!!!

THE SEWN HEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH MY GOSH THIS IS LIKE ROBB ALL OVER AGAIN!

“Are you going to hurt me?” YOU MURDERED A CHILD!

The petals like ashes 😭

My poor child who does not want to be touched 😭

GIVE THE CHILD SOME DIGNITY IN HIS FUNERAL!

GIRL YOU PUBLICLY ASKED FOR YOUR RECENTLY WOUNDED BROTHER TO BE SHARPLY QUESTIONED!

DAEMON YOU ARE A MONSTER!

Girl, you have shown no interest in your sister until it now suits you.

Rhaenys is catching on.

You are not even talking about how that CHILD is your nephew.

Whichever twin do you wonder if things would have been different had you stayed?

Good Rhaenyra seems to have caught on too.

Good. Don’t believe him Rhaenyra. He destroys so much of your good PR. People think he killed his first wife and murdered your first husband! People are going to assume bad things!

GIRL.

Good call him out. But why did you not notice all these things when PEOPLE POINTED THIS OUT TO YOU.

Do not like Rhaenyra, but get the HECK AWAY FROM HER DAEMON

OOOOOO still calling it his brother’s throne instead of Rhaenyra’s!!!!

Emma out here with their acting!

Rhaenyra. Rhaenyra mention your brother! Mention Baelon!

Ooooo Daemon calling out why part of Viserys named her heir.

Emma is so gorgeous. I am distracted.

“It was a mistake” this entire war is based on mistakes and misunderstandings apparently.

Yay! Baela talked!

Ooooo! Baela and Rhaenyra will actually have a conversation!

So Baela is going to watch King’s Landing?

Is it just me or does Baela’s dress sort of remind you guys of the ribbing of Sansa’s coronation dress? That ribbing embroidery thing? At first I thought it might be meant to mirror Rhaenyra’s dress, but it looks more like Sansa’s coronation dress.

Oh good. Helaena has ladies.

AEGON AND HELAENA! My babies are hurt!

Do you think this is the same nursery Criston watched the Green kids grow up in?

Rhaenyra sort of staring at her kids.

I wish we saw them interacting more with the babies.

My guilt ridden babies. They are Guinevere and Lancelot coded and it hurts.

But honestly, I wish this episode had been their first sex scene and the implied first time they have ever had sex. But you know. Game of Thrones. HBO. They have to make one woman be the sex-ed character. Who cares about writing?

all the guys getting up and leaving is SOOOOO funny. It’s giving “calling my significant other’s full name in front of his family”

Acting is giving this episode. I will give them that.

I like that while the Green twin does not like being question, you can tell he is not fully angry because he knows that everyone is angry about this.

Is Criston the one to send the Green twin to kill Rhaenyra in the book? I know the twins fight, but is this how it is initiated?

I wish we actually saw more of the twins before episode 9 so we could care a little more that the twins die. Both of them die don’t they?

Ooo Baela and Jace are going to talk?

“Too many empty seats” maybe because a child was murdered?

You hate your dad Baela? Would have loved some characterization last season.

You definitely have Dad issues Jace.

Wish we saw Laenor be a dad. Like actual parenting. Time skips really robbed us of growing to like characters.

You’re asking about Harwin?

Are you flirting while talking somewhat casually about Jace’s bastardry?

They really did find an actress that kind of looks like Phia for whatever this prostitute is going to be used for.

Also, if this is in King’s Landing, that prostitute might have been one of the women Daemon would have went after.

Good lord. No. Really. Aemond deserves more.

Ewan is also skinny. I can see that boy’s ribs!

“When prince’s lose their temper it is others that suffer” is a great line wasted on a character who seemingly preyed on a child.

Oh, Hugh has a kid? Is that canon to the books? OH! That was one of the women at the funeral crying over Jaehaerys.

“Did he say when?” Probably better to ask if he promised before HIS SON WAS MURDERED!

Addam! I wish he had white hair so I could use him as a faceclaim. But I get it. Who wants an ugly wig distracting from the beautiful face?

Interesting. Are Alyn and Addam going to serve as an older version of Jace and Luke?

Post sex Corlys and Rhaenys?

“Let us take him at his word.” Why? What has he done to inspire so much confidence when he already is the reason for the murder of a CHILD

Why is Mysaria granted the title of Lady?

“I had nothing to do with it” you are connected.

Does Rhaenyra not remember Mysaria? They met in episode 2 last season? I think she was even named in his letter as his “wife” and future mother of a bastard?

Oh good. Now she remembers.

Is that the actress’ actual accent?

“I have no interest…” Mysaria, again, why would she trust you?

Mysaria’s character is so confusing. I think it’s partially because she doesn’t have any sort of characterization.

Mysaria, are you not still a whore? You are just a madam now?

How did you get that scar?

Again, the spaces inbetween episodes are so important. And I don’t watch the after the episode stuff because if it’s not in the episode then I won’t use it to cloud my judgement of what is going on.

Is Alyn going to claim Seasmoke? So is Laenor just going to be dead? Or are they going to make it so dragons can claim more than one person? Or is Laenor alive and to keep up the facade is just going to pretend to be Alyn?

“What did they do?” At least inform the people why the boys are hung.

Poor dog lost his child murdering master.

“Oh~ I had them hanged.” I’m sorry that choice is 🤣

No, but why would you not state that the rat catchers are some how connected to the murder of a prince?

That gaze shift from Criston was a “don’t drag me into this” look

If people get annoyed with Criston calling Rhaenyra a bitch then they need to go after Daemon with the same amount of energy. He has said it WAY more.

“You never think of your father” HE BARELY KNEW HIS FATHER BECAUSE HIS FATHER DID NOT CARE TO KNOW HIM

Viserys is the reason the realm has gotten to this point Otto.

“He was right about you.” Viserys had no thought about his son at all to have an opinion.

Would have loved to see more of a relationship between Otto and his grandchildren so all of this could feel more weighted.

And Criston does not want this. 😬

“You will regret this” Otto you need to figure out how to talk to people. You are smarter than this.

Why would you trust someone Daemon trusted?

Oh? Mysaria is going to be sent away? Okay. The point then?

Oh, is she going to notice the Green twin? Is that her only purpose then? Girl? You are about to be free! Why do you care? (Jk. I know it’s for plot)

Again. I wish I knew these brothers and Mysaria more so I can feel the weight of their actions. Mysaria’s need for freedom being thrown away or make it obvious that she is trying to curry favor. Something.

And Emma’s color is blue.

The man also doesn’t know his way around Dragonstone. It’s a stupid plan.

Why is this scene building more tension than Blood and Cheese by flipping between the Green twin and Rhaenyra? Like???? This is how B&C should have been set up?

Also, if you knew someone had a twin on the other side, why would you not do something to distinguish them?

WHY IS THIS SCENE GETTING MORE TENSION?!?!?!?

Jk, again, I know why, it’s for the sake of making the Blacks ALWAYS looking better and deserving more sympathy.

Again, I would care more about these twins if I knew them

Once more. This tension would have been better served for B&C.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CANNOT STAY THERE OTTO?!?!?!?

DAERON MENTION!?!?!?!? He exists?

“The young are peacocks” does that not also describe Viserys too?

“I have sinned.” “I do not wish to hear of it.” The only actual father-daughter relationship that has any sort of solid development.

Loved the close up on Aegon’s short finger nails and Viserys’ ring.

AND ALICENT TALK TO YOUR SON. Ugh. But no. Let’s just have Alicent be used for the necessary sex scenes needed in a GoT/HBO show instead of having more character plot with her children.

I do think this would have been a better introduction to them having sex.

This was a meh episode.

Thoughts on the promo for Episode 3:

So Jace won’t be the one to suggest the dragonseed?

Also, where was Rhaena? I thought she was in the promo for episode 2?

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AP-01: Project Apocalypse

ch. 15: Physical Therapy

AP-01 Masterlist

This fic is part of the Academy Projects series, a full rewrite of The Umbrella Academy with the addition of an original character, Kassandra Hargreeves. Throughout the story, you'll stumble across a few songs. This is supposed to make the fic feel as much like the show as possible, so I recommend you don't skip them.

Warnings: Canon-typical issues, substance abuse

Both practically brooding, Diego and Kassandra entered the dimly lit bar. The counter was close to the entrance with no barkeeper in sight and Klaus’s coat thrown haphazardly over the surface, right next to an empty shot glass. Careful not to have the bottle inside fall out, Kassandra picked the coat up and clutched it to her chest. Then, she scanned the room for more details. Old tables, old men sitting at them to match, all staring at a significantly younger man in front of a memorabilia board. Klaus, gently caressing a tiny man in a picture. That was Dave. For as tender as the moment could have been, the tension in the room was crushing. Swiftly, Kassandra made her way towards Klaus and Diego – her main hope of protection in this situation – who was being oddly soft and kind towards his brother for once. She had barely reached them when a particularly scruffy-looking bar patron raised his voice.

“Hey, guys,” he said sharply. “This bar? It’s for vets only.”

Can’t we get a break for once? Kassandra muttered in her mind, gently putting a hand on Klaus’s arm.

“I am a vet,” Klaus mumbled in soft sadness.

“Really?” the man chuckled. “Where’d you serve?”

Kassandra bit her tongue and bound her hands from pointing at the picture in front of her and telling this man to open his eyes. It was faded, yes, but that was clearly Klaus in that picture from the 60s – but seeing that, to most sensible people, time travel was a thing of science fiction…

“None of your business,” Klaus sneered.

“You got balls coming in here pretending to be one of us.”

“Oh, I have every right to be here, just like you,” Klaus growled as he finally turned around. “Asshole!”

Once again, the situation was getting out of hand.

“Let him be, Klaus,” Kassandra whispered, taking his hand. “Let him be ignorant and high-and-mighty, just don’t make this worse for yourself.”

But he didn’t listen. Of course, he didn’t. He just scoffed, but he left her hand where it was. If this was a blessing or a curse was to be determined because Kassandra could feel his emotions boiling up. She tried to calm them but the alcohol in his veins made getting through hard. Luckily, Diego was there to de-escalate the situation – an uncommon occurrence. Usually, he was doing the opposite. He stepped between Klaus and the man and held the veteran back.

“Slow down, Marine,” he said. “Alright? My brother’s just had a few too many. Let’s just call it a day, all go our own way.”

“Sure thing,” the veteran grumbled.

“Thank you. Klaus—”

“As long as you apologize.”

Klaus just giggled. Kassandra could feel the tension and hostility in the room grow even further, all eyes now on them. It was maybe eight versus three, and two of those three couldn’t fight. This would not end well.

“Fine,” Diego said. “I’m sorry. He’s sorry. We’re all sorry. Right, Kassandra?”

“Yes,” Kassandra quickly agreed, failing to keep her voice at a soft level. “We won’t bother you again.”

“I wanna hear him say it,” the veteran declared in a tone that made Kassandra’s toes curl.

She could hear it in his thoughts: He was well aware that Klaus couldn’t say it. All of this was done on purpose. This man was out for trouble. Probably hadn’t gotten to punch someone around in some time. Kassandra pressed her lips together and tried to swallow her anger. She hated people like that.

“… Klaus?”

“No, no, no, he’s right,” Klaus muttered, but it was much too insincere. Not in his tone, but in his mind. If Kassandra hadn’t been worried about his safety before, she must have started now. “He’s right. He’s right. I’d like to apologize… that you… are depriving some village of their idiot!”

As Klaus spat out the last word, the veteran swung his fist for Klaus’s head. But, miraculously, in his drunkenness, Klaus dodged and went right for a counter attack. From that moment on, everything went far too fast. As soon as the first punch had been thrown, Diego had jumped into action, beating people up left and right as if his life depended on it. Within seconds, the entire situation devolved into a bar brawl and Kassandra could physically feel her last nerve snap. She threw Klaus’s coat onto a nearby table and stomped into action, grabbed one of the men backing Klaus into a corner and yanked him by the collar, pulling him away from the scene. Quick, steely movements took over as she kicked him in the shin to make him topple over, then spun around and whacked him in the skull with her ankle brace. After the first knockout, the second was easier, Diego assisting her on the third and fourth until all the veterans were on the floor.

“So much for not kicking anyone’s ass in over a decade,” Diego commented as the siblings slid out of the bar. “I don’t buy it.”

“Then you’ll get it for free because I wasn’t lying,” Kassandra muttered, her ankle aching, her fingers fumbling with a blister of ibuprofen.

“It’s that good ol’ muscle memory of yours,” Klaus sighed, putting his coat back on, slipping into a giggle.The three of them clambered into the car, Klaus and Diego in the front, Kassandra in the back, and drove off, leaving the shouting veterans behind. For a while, they just cruised through the city seemingly at random, before Diego came to a halt with the back of the car pointed to a very familiar building. Griddy’s Donuts.

“C’mon, Ben, ice cream donuts are half off!”

“Shhhh, not so loud, Dad could still hear you.”

With quick steps, Ben caught up to the rest of the group, diving under Klaus’s arm only to be held in place there. A little further ahead, Kassandra and Allison were chatting about necklaces they had seen in a shop window and about braiding each other’s hair. Luther and Diego were at the front of the group, trying to compete over who would get to Griddy’s first and constantly having to be called back because they were splitting from the rest. Right on cue as Allison mocked them for being slower than Five, he appeared on the sidewalk next to them, Vanya clinging on to his arm.

“There you are, where have you been?” Allison asked sharply. “You didn’t jump ahead, did you?”

“No!” Five protested. “Who do you think I am, some kind of cheater?”

“Yes.”

“I took a bit longer to put away my violin,” Vanya cut in, “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, you’re still on time,” Kassandra hummed. “Wouldn’t wanna miss out on the special offers, right?”

It was a sunny day in September, maybe the last sunny day of the year, and the Umbrellas had left their jackets behind, basking in the afternoon sun. Kassandra had a bag slung over her shoulder, her notebook and polaroid camera safely stored inside, and Vanya had the kids’ (stolen) pocket money hidden inside her pinafore.

“People are staring at us,” she muttered, dipping her head as Five strutted forward to compete with Diego and Luther.

“That’s fine, let them stare,” Kassandra shrugged but she still switched places with Vanya so that Vanya would be hidden away in the middle.

“Well, we do look like we escaped from a 60s boarding school,” Allison commented. “But, y’know, 1860s.”

“1860s?!” Klaus scoffed from behind, “No way, your skirts are too short! What a scandal!”

“We’re twelve!”

A not-so-short but breezy walk later, the Umbrellas piled into Griddy’s Donuts, bickering over who got in first and nearly getting stuck in the door as they did. Finally, they were all inside and scrambled to the seats at the counter, shouting orders over one another as the waitress tried to keep up with them, giggling every time she lost track. The other customers were a little annoyed, but with a few rumors from Allison, everything was fine, and the kids could dive into donut paradise.

So, they each got their sugary sweet orders and settled down as they started eating, though not without stealing from each other as they did. It was so much different from meals at the Academy, where everyone was deathly quiet and even the slightest disorder wasn’t tolerated. Kassandra basked in everyone’s happiness, laughing wildly as she defended her raspberry jelly against Klaus. Soon, Allison had settled for braiding Vanya’s hair in exchange for bites of her donut, and Ben was being a good student, learning to do the same as he did Kassandra’s hair.

“Hey, what about me?” Klaus complained.

“Your hair’s too short,” Allison stated.

“No, no, I could do a little braid,” Kassandra suggested, motioning him over.

“Hey, Diego, you’ve got training at five,” Ben called, “don’t stuff it.”

Diego just groaned in disapproval, his mouth wedged shut by a donut – a sight that Kassandra immediately had to snap a picture of, triggering another sound of complaint.

“You too, Luther.”

“We’ll just skip training,” Luther shrugged, chewing on his third pastry of the day.

“Wow, goody two shoes finally got a mind of his own!” Five smirked, trying not to have the marshmallows fall off his peanut butter special.

“Five, do you want a braid too?” Vanya asked.

“I’d rather swallow arsenic, thanks, sis.”

“Okay, I’m glad I asked.”

“It’ll put waves in my hair, you know how dumb I look with waves in my hair.”

“I think you look adorable,” Kassandra hummed, snapping a picture of Five with his sugar-loaded donut.

“I never look adorable, dickhead.”

“Hey, language!”

“Dickhead,” almost all of the siblings echoed, and Kassandra was left pouting.

“You think Dad is gonna look for us?” Vanya muttered.

“No way,” Diego mumbled through a full mouth, “but he’s gonna cut our sweets for a month.”

“Yeah, we’re all gonna get detention,” Allison agreed. “Worth it though.”

Kassandra hummed in approval, closing her eyes for a second as she took in the feelings and sounds. The clinking of cutlery, the bickering of her siblings around her, the gentle tugs at her hair as Ben braided it, the faint rumbling of cars outside. It was like a lullaby for her mind, putting her worries at ease despite the chaos around her. With a bit of readjusting of the positions of the group and relocating to the floor, Klaus settled down in front of Kassandra and she ran her fingers through his hair, weaving the longer portion of his curls into a loose braid.

“Hey, Kass!” Diego called. “When’s that new movie coming to theaters again?”

“Kass! Kass!”

“Yeah. Yeah?” Kassandra blurted out, blinking rapidly as she drifted back into reality, just now realizing that Klaus was poking her cheek and that Diego was calling her name in the present.

“Did you get hit over the head again or—?”

“No, I’m fine, I was just… spaced out.”

“Well, space back in,” Diego said, “‘cause I spotted the guy who attacked the Academy and tortured Klaus.”

“We spotted the guy,” Klaus corrected.

“Whatever. What I’m saying is: This is gonna get violent, so if you wanna tap out—”

“No, I’m not tapping out,” Kassandra protested. “What do you think I am, some kind of coward?”

“You said you’d hold down the base.”

“Well, I also said I couldn’t fight anymore but I clearly can, right? So, come on, start the car, or else we’re gonna lose him. Equal numbers squad, just like the old days. We can get this guy and his partner on top of that, we just gotta be smart about it.”

“We’ve never been good at that,” Klaus muttered as he took a swig from his vodka bottle.

“Fine, then we’ll just beat them to a pulp.”

Diego let out a little laugh and started the car. “Y’know, I like this new you.”

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Hellfire’s Mama fox; Eddie Munson x fem!oc Chap. 6.1

*Author’s note*

HAPPY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY EDDIE MUNSON!!! One year ago today you came onto the show and literally stole ALL of our hearts. Unfortunately I couldn’t get the whole chapter done but I’d be damned if I didn’t at least post up something in honor of the one year of season 4 of Stranger things for his debut. So to any and all readers out there enjoy part one of this chapter and I hope to have part two up in like a day or so.

Now this chapter specifically is set in Eddie’s POV cause one I said it could be and two it’ll really show just how much Eddie cares for Roxxi and it really needed to be from his POV esp. this chapter after what happened in the last chapter. 

Warnings: Flirty Eddie MAJOR FLIRT AND TEASE!! Some mentions of angst, mentions of suicide (past event not current in this timeline), fluff, SMUT (the next part will be some MAJOR smut so underaged blogs or bot blogs you’ll be blocked I’LL BE CHECKING)!! 

Chapter 6;

The Bard and the Elf-witch’s anniversary

6.2 CONTINUES HERE

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*Eddie’s POV*

The rest of the week went by in a blur.  Even though she says she’s fine, I knew Roxxi still kept thinking back to her encounter with her cousin Steve Harrington.  God if only I had known, hell I’ve been over to Family video throughout the summer and I didn’t even see Harrington once whilst I went in there to rent Wayne and me a movie.

It was Friday and as unfortunate as it is, I had begged Roxxi to take a mental health day.  She didn’t need the stress of Fridays piling up on her with all that’s been buzzing on her mind.  And as promised (more like forced) I had agreed to come to class and take notes for her.

Truthfully I hated leaving her alone when she got this way. The last time she was like this after an encounter with Steve, she had slit her wrists in her own bathroom.  Had I not gotten there in time, I—I don’t even want to think about what would’ve happened.

“Eddie, you alright man?” asked Gareth.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Just thinking about Roxxi.” I said picking out a pretzel from my bag and popping it into my mouth.

“You still wanna go through with Hellfire tonight?”

“Of course. You know the rules. Just didn’t feel right leaving her alone today, that’s all.”

“Still going off about you know who?” asked Jeff as he sat down with his lunch.  I hummed with a soft nod.  “Say isn’t yall’s anniversary coming up or something?” I perked up.

“Already? Jesus Christ last year it felt like a fucking eternity for it to come.”

“Maybe you can cheer her up on your anniversary. You always seem to make her day brighter every September the 21st.” Gareth said.

“What’s September 21st?” Dustin’s voice soon spoke up as he and Mike finally joined out table.

“Eddie and Roxxi’s anniversary.” Gareth told them.

“Wait so you guys—are you guys really married or is it like—” Mike started off but I flicked a pretzel at his head.

“No you little shithead.” Not yet anyways.  “Today marks the first time Roxxi and I met back in the sixth grade. She wore a Queen t-shirt, which I’ll praise her for. Her hair was done in a tight-knit ponytail and she had in her hands her journal which had various band and solo artist names written all over it. All ranging from Queen to REM, to Elton John and Bowie. Even Fleetwood Mac made the cut. She sat down at a table far in the corner, looking like a lost little fox kit. But that’s to be expected when someone goes from the 4th to 6th grade.”

“Wait she what?” asked Dustin incredulously.

“Oh yeah. Back in the day she was like a female Einstein or some shit. So much so the school board thought she could skip the 5th grade entirely and go straight into sixth. Which made her a target to some of the sixth grade bullies.”

“And one day I saw her being tossed around by said jerk wads. They were literally tossing her around in the alleyway between there and the high school.” Gareth first started out the tale I’ve always told of my meeting with my One.

“So gathering my courage, I preformed my best Gollum impression and made the boys piss themselves and run like cowardly dogs.” Jeff said.  “But then, just as I was about to ask if she was alright, she looked up at me with those hypnotic, piercing (e/c) eyes of hers.”

“And it was then I knew,” both he and Jeff struck themselves in the heart finishing my tale.

“I was hooked.” They both finished together, to which the whole table began to laugh.  I smirked snidely before standing up and chuckling alongside them as I sat myself between both Jeff and Gareth.  Placing my hand on their shoulders, I looked between the two of them before quickly pulling them both up.  I wrapped my arms over their necks bringing them close as I told them.

“And without the two of us, there wouldn’t be a Hellfire for you guys. And without her, you guys wouldn’t have become my lead bass and drummer for Corroded Coffin. So be thankful that I met her that day, for without her, there’d be no us. So show some respect to your DM’s first meeting, okay?”

“Yes Eddie.” They both shuddered nervously.  I smirked and gave them a playful slap in the face as I gathered my shit up.  

“Now if you all will excuse me, I have some planning to do before Monday. Hellfire’s still happening, 3pm sharp. Don’t be late.” I walked out of the cafeteria and headed to the library for some quiet time planning on how to make this anniversary more special than all the others in the past.

After school I went over to the payphone to give my Queen a call and to check up on her.  The phone rang a couple of times, my heart racing hoping she’d answer until I heard the click and her voice came on the other end.

‘Hello?’

“There’s my gorgeous girl.” I said leaning up against the payphone.

‘I take it that school went okay?’

“Babe, it’s school. It never goes okay with me. Boring lectures and even boring-er teachers.”

‘And this is why you’re failing English. Boring-er is not a word.’

“All words are made up Mama, isn’t that why we have our own English language while the British supposedly have theirs?”

‘Touché I’ll give you that.’ I grinned victoriously.

“But I’m sure you had a more fun day than me. At least you didn’t have to deal with O’Donnell’s nagging voice for a day.”

‘Just sat around, cleaned up a bit, watched some TV.’

“See you got to have all the fun.” I teased and I knew she was rolling her eyes at me statement.

‘I also finished that last bit of leftover pizza from last weekend. So if you were looking forward to that, sorry.’

“No worries. I’m already planning on having something else for dinner.” I lowly sung out seductively twirling the cord around my finger.

‘Eddie Munson! You eating me out does not equal a meal!’ I couldn’t help but smirk.  Oh man she was so easy to fluster sometimes.

“Actually sweetheart what I was going to suggest was some Benny’s but maybe I should go with your idea. After all you are better than any burger or milkshake they could ever make.”

‘I walked right into that one didn’t I?’

“Yes you did.” I heard her groan as I let out a chuckle. “In all seriousness, you’re okay right?”

‘Yes love. I am. You were right, I just—needed to take a day for myself. But that doesn’t mean this should happen more than three times. Remember we’re graduating together.’

“I know, I know. This will count as day 1. After Hellfire, I’ll pick up some Benny’s and then I’ll be home okay?”

‘Sounds good. Kick some ass and wow the guys tonight.’

“As always. But you know it’s not the same without my Dungeon Mistress.”

‘Get home sooner and maybe we can make up our own campaign. One on one.’

“Oh babe don’t tempt me.” I heard her chuckle.

‘Okay tough guy, I’ll see you whenever you’re done. Better get going it’s almost three.’ I looked down at my watch and saw that she was right.

“Shit! Okay babe sweet you love you so much buh-bye!” I hung up the phone and quickly raced towards the theatre to start the campaign for the day.

As promised, after the campaign was over I drove to Benny’s, picked up our order and then drove back to the trailer.  I parked the van and right there on the porch I saw my beloved feeding one of the local stray cats that come by our trailer.

Ozzy, a skinny black cat with orange eyes was a favorite of ours.  He came around just shortly after Roxxi had moved in with Wayne and I, abandoned by his own mother so Roxxi took it upon herself to feed him and take care of him.

“Honey, I’m home.” I sung out as I held up the food.  She and Ozzy turned to me and Ozzy let out a loud meow in hello.  “Hey to you too Ozzy, hadn’t seen you in a while. Hope you’ve been making good choices.” He let out another meow as he raised a paw in the air to the bag of food.

“Ozzy, if I’ve told you once I’ve told you a thousand times.” Roxxi started off as she picked him up.  “You do not eat people food, it’s not good for you.” He let out another low meow as he squirmed in her arms wanting to be put down.  “Now go eat your wet food like a good kitty.” She reprimanded as Ozzy went back to the can of wet food and ate from it.  “What are we gonna do with him?”

“No idea. I swear in another life he must’ve been human.” I said shrugging as the two of us went inside.

“I wish we could take him in as our own cat.”

“Me too babe but you know Wayne’s allergic to cats.”

“I know. And I don’t want the old man to be held up because of something he can’t control. It’s just with Halloween around the corner, I worry for his safety.” I set the food down and wrapped my arms around her, burying my face into her neck.

“He’s resourceful, and cunning. Just like his mama.” She smiled softly as I pecked her cheek.  “Now c’mon, let’s eat.” We headed to the kitchen and gathered our food before heading to the couch and turned on the tv.

“So how was the campaign tonight?” she asked.

“The boys didn’t expect that twist you suggested to me. Totally threw them off and fucked their entire gameplan they had going.” She smirked softly.  “And speaking of campaigns, your upcoming Halloween one, you still gonna do it?”

“Uhh duh!” she said as if she were answering a dumb question.

“I just wanted to be sure you weren’t pulling my leg when I saw your holiday campaign folder. You got it all done and checked out? Sure you don’t need me to have a quick peak?”

“I already told you Eddie, no peeping toms at my Halloween campaign. Now did you managed to find your Beren character sheet?”

“Yeah. Finally after digging through my locker I managed to find it. Still haven’t found his figurine though. Jesus I wish I knew where that went.”

“Maybe I’ll talk to Sinclair about it. I’m told his sister’s been getting into the game and made the guys current figurines. Maybe she can make you a new one.”

“Ahh yes, Sinclair’s infamous sister. Wonder if we’ll stick around to see her enter High school?”

“Don’t go talking like that Eds. We’re gonna get out of here, and then every summer we might just visit and reunite with the Hellfire gang. And who knows, maybe Henderson could take over as DM when we go.”

“He does show much potential. Though the kid needs to get his ego in check, I swear that tone of his is gonna get him into trouble one of these days.” I pulled her close so her back was against my chest before laying a kiss to the top of her head and looked down at her wolf tattoo.

I took her tattooed arm and raised it up before lifting my other arm which had the fox tattoo and had our forearms placed together.

“It really was a great idea meleth nin. Especially when we have the other’s animal spirit tattooed on us.”

“If you ask me, you’re more of the fox than I.”

“What?!”

“Oh c’mon Eddie you’ve seen the foxes that come out every now and then. They’re full of energy, hyperactive and above all extremely dorky but they do it so adorably. If anything maybe I should just call you Papa fox instead.”

“Excuse me? Who are you calling a dork?” I asked offensively but in a playful manner.

“I said adorably dorky.” Well I wasn’t gonna take that lying down.  Without a word, I stood up and walked briefly away from her, my back facing her as I crossed my arms over my chest.  “Eddie? Eddie come on. I didn’t mean anything by it!” oh she was too cute whenever she pleaded like that.  “Eddie please don’t be mad, I’m sorry okay? I just—” that’s when I made my attack.

With a cry I quickly gathered her up in my arms and carried her towards the bedroom and dropped her on my bed.

“You big, sneaky, son of a—” I then pounced on top of her, my body hovering over hers as I pinned her arms above her head.  I noticed how her breathing hitched and I knew her heart was racing.  I gave her a devious smirk before lowering my face down to her neck and kissed her pulse point, the one spot I knew got her every time.

I softly growled as I kissed and nipped at her neck while I felt her squirm underneath me and she let out her sweet little mewls that always got me.

“I am the only wolf in this pair,” I whispered huskily into her neck.  “Ever question that again,” I kissed down the right side of her neck.  “And the Big, Bad Wolf will come for you. And he’s not so merciful, especially towards beautiful girls.” After a few more kisses on her neck to fully drop her guard, I made my real attack.

I blew a raspberry right into the right side of her neck that she had now fully exposed to me.  She let out a screeched laughter as I felt her legs kick under me but I placed my hips down to hers to pin her fully as I continued to deliver my raspberry attack to her soft, sensitive neck.

“Eddie! EDDIE NOHAHAHA! STOHAHAP!” she spoke through her laughter.  God I swear no drug on earth could compare to her laughter, I could get hooked on it forever. “NO NOT THAT! NOT THE WOLFIE NIBBLES AHEHEHE!!” oh yes the wolf nibbles my darling.  Along with raspberries she loved hated whenever I could give her some ticklish nibbles.

All across her neck and shoulders and even her collarbone I gave her nibbles, raspberries and ticklish kisses (with kissing sounds included). Finally I decided to take pity on her and cease my attack leaving her a panting mess.

“What….was that….for?” she whined softly as she tried to catch her breath.

“What? Can’t I show my best girl how much I love her?” I asked nonchalantly.

“That was mean Eddie!” she whined sadly.  “You tricked me and then tortured me.” Aww my poor sweet girl.  

“Okay maybe I did go a bit too far, forgive me?” I asked with a head tilt and cutely nudged my nose against hers as I stared deeply into her eyes.

“Will you give me snuggles and no tickles?”

“I swear.” I said crossing my heart.

“Then I forgive you.” I smiled and gave her a sweet kiss to her lips before rolling on my back and brought her close to my chest, her face burying just above my heart.  I kissed her forehead as I wrapped my arms around her, my thumb stroking her bicep softly while my other hand stroked through her hair.

Jesus Christ how did I ever get so lucky to get a girl like this to fall for me? She truly was an ethereal Elven princess who fell for the lowly Bard Ranger.  And come Monday, I’m gonna make this the best anniversary she’s ever known.

Monday soon came.  The one thing that sucks about today is that we’ll have to spend most of our anniversary at school, but on a brighter side at least I don’t have to worry about not having one class without her today.

I got up as early as I could and started to prepare us breakfast. Now I’m no gourmet chef or anything like that, but I do know how to make a mean Munson Supreme (eggs sunny side up, bacon, and orange juice).  After setting up the table with some wild flowers I had picked up outside in a cup as the center piece, I heard my girl’s footsteps coming into the kitchen.

“Good morning my Queen.” She looked at the table then up at me before asking me.

“Is it today?” I nodded as I took one of the flowers from the center piece and held it out to her.

“Happy anniversary Roxxi.” She took the flower and sniffed it softly.  She came up to me and kissed my cheek lovingly.

“Who would’ve thought on a Monday you’d get up this early and do all this?”

“Ye have little faith in me my beloved. I’m wounded.” She giggled as she shook her head.

“But I love it Teddy-bear. And I see you’ve made your Munson Supreme.”

“Only the best for my girl.” I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close and nuzzled our noses together.  I forced myself away from her and pulled out her chair for her to sit down.  She thanked me and I pulled her chair in as I gathered up and prepared her breakfast on a tray.  “If you had stayed in bed a bit longer, I could’ve served you breakfast in bed.”

“Woke up to feel that my teddy bear wasn’t beside me anymore. You know I sleep better with you by my side.”

“Same goes for me Foxy Roxxi.” I winked at her.

“Your animal nickname is much cuter.”

“Yours is adorable. And sexy if I might also add.” She rolled her eyes as she began to eat her eggs.

“Agree to disagree.” Even though I didn’t want to, I nodded to her.  “So, besides school, any plans you’ve got for us tonight?”

“And that’s where we divert from the previous years. This is a special anniversary for you my darling, you won’t know what I’ve got planned for us.”

“Okay I see you. Very well, I’ll trust you on this Eddie. But if you take me somewhere just to murder me, I’ll come back and haunt your ass.”

“Damn you caught me. My ultimate plan was to kill you by cuddles and tickles.” She playfully glared at me.  I cheekily grinned at her before blowing her a kiss as we continued our breakfast.

We did our morning ritual as always and once we were backed up ready for school, I quickly raced out and opened the door for her as I extended my hand for her to take.  She thanked me again as she got into the van and I shut the door behind her.  I went back around to the driver’s side and told her as I started the engine.

“Okay sweetheart, pick our tunes for the week.”

“Sorry did you say week?”

“Yeah.”

“You usually never let me take control of the radio for more than 2 days.”

“Like I said, we’re doing things differently this year. Now pick which mixtape shall be ours today.” I watched as she took out her mixtape box from under the seat and dug through it until she found the first ever mixtape I ever made for her when we first began dating.

She placed it in and soon ‘Stand by me’ by Ben E. King started playing.  I saw her tap her tall and index fingers along the side of the door to the beat of the cello blaring from the radio.

“There’s no one on earth I would ever have done this for. Not a single metal band song at the time.” I told her.

“It’s still so sweet that you did that. Thankfully by the next one you gave me, you had included some stuff from your bands.” She said taking my hand in hers.

“All cause you said you’d be open to hear some of their love songs. Sure some of them aren’t the normal slow, love ballad but the lyrics ring true.”

“Follow me now and you will not regret. Leaving the life you led before we met. You are the first to have this love of mine. Forever with me till the end of time.” she said quoting Black Sabbath’s love song N.I.B.

“Jesus is there anything more sexier than you quoting Sabbath to me?” I reversed the van at a normal speed before putting it in drive and drove at a normal speed.

“Is the Eddie ‘the Speed’ Munson actually obeying traffic laws?”

“I could easily put this van in park and follow through with my fake murder plot against you.” I playfully threatened her as I gave her the look.  She stuck her tongue at me and gave me a cheeky wink as I drove us towards the school, all the while our hands reconnected and I stroked the back of her hand with my thumb.

As usual school went on the long, boring path it always did every Monday.  However this time during lectures in secret, I secretly passed notes to Roxxi telling her how beautiful she looked, how smart she was, all the basics and plus a little bit more.

Along with the secret note delivery service I provided for each class, I also did my best to take as many notes as possible as well as praying to whomever above that they wouldn’t give us too much homework tonight, I got places to take my lady tonight.

When school was finally over, I guided Roxxi towards the theatre and right as we came to the doors she asked me.

“What are we doing here Eddie? We don’t usually come to the theatre until weds. to compare notes for the next campaign.”

“I told you my love, for our anniversary, things are different.” I snapped my fingers before the doors opened on their own (thanks tech geeks for staying afterward to help with this).  Her eyes widened at the doors magically opening on their own.  I held my hand to her and we walked in together.

Inside our D&D table was halfway set up with both our figurines of Beren and Lúthien standing side by side along with the D20 dice and a candelabra all lit up.  I stopped her just short of the table while I came around to my throne, my hands leaning against the table.

“Lúthien the ethereal, Elven white witch, Princess of the Border Forest, you have braved through many hardships, battled demons the like of which no one in our company could ever imagine. And now, now you must face another quest. The quest of Two Lovers, and you will be the deciding factor in which path both Beren and yourself will travel. What say you my fair lady?” I spoke in my DM voice.  She pondered as she looked between me and our figurines.

“What are the stakes?” she asked.

“A voyage of passion, bliss and a union of a bond the like of which had never been seen before. Or you end up taking them down a road of darkness, suffering and agony so horrifying and so unbearable that not even being trapped in a troll-hoard could compare to what could happen to our two lovers.”

As always when she was in deep thought, she took the ends of the right side of her hair and twirled it in her fingers.  Even with the short curl, she still managed to twirl the multi-layered strand of hair around her finger.  She then looked up at me and said in a firm, determined voice.

“Give me the D20.” I smirked and grabbed it before tossing it at her.  She caught it straight into her palm and observed it.

“You get three shots. Don’t waste them.”

“Three shots? Pretty humble of you Dungeon Master, either that or very reckless of you for allowing me some additional help.”

“Let’s just say the three rolls you make will decide the whole quest itself for our Lovers. Now milady, take your first shot.” I sat down upon my throne with my arms cross over my chest as she held the dice between her hands.  She first had it roll between her palms before I saw her shake it up and then tossed it across the table.

The dice bounced and skipped across the table board until landing on 13.  Not bad for a first roll.

“Lucky 13, not bad for the first roll. The start will be fairly easy for our lovers to come across.” I took the dice and threw it back at her.

“You sure you’re not going easy on me today?”

“When it comes to D&D, I never kid around my fair lady. Let’s see what your next roll shall be?” she did the same thing again but this time she shook the dice up a little bit longer than her first roll before letting it go.  With a skip and a leap, the dice rolled until it began to spin around and landed on 8. I hissed softly as I gave her a pained expression.

“Guess I went down the wrong path?” she asked.

“Not the best but I won’t say it’s the worst. Your last chance, and who knows maybe you’ll get lucky. I’ve seen it happen before when it comes to the wire.” I rolled the die between my fingers before tossing it back at her.  She and I looked at each other and I gave her a slow nod.

She took a deep breath in before holding my d20 to her lips and began to shake it up.  She had that die in her hand for a full straight minute before finally letting it go. It flew across the table as I slowly rose from my throne to see where this would all end.

The d20 soon began to slow down and start to pick where it wanted to go.  I was at first seeing low numbers which made my heart race but then by a miracle, it landed on crit-hit 20!

“CRIT HIT!!!” She exclaimed.  I threw my head back laughing as I threw my arms up in the air rejoicing. At least by sunset we’d get to the best spot in town and then end it all with a bang.  I came around towards her and narrated.

“It all began where it left off;” I took Roxxi into my arms as hers wrapped around my neck.  “Beren and Lúthien after leaving their company to set off on their own adventure together, they were settled in their cabin, Lúthien by the fire in her grand chair built by her husband. Beren had been noticing how his wife hadn’t been acting like herself. So he proposes; ‘My beloved, set your needlework aside. We’re going on an adventure today.’”

“‘Meleth nin,’ Lúthien says.” Roxxi soon joined my narrating. “‘We have seen many of the world already, what more is there to see?’”

“‘Unlike previous adventures we are not seeking the glory of treasure or seeking out new lands. But the pleasure of viewing the world with my wife. Will you not give me that?’ Beren asks his beloved Elven Queen.” I said as I stroked Roxxi’s cheek, gently brushing aside some of her tri-colored strands out of her face as I stared into her eyes.

“‘It does sound tempting.’ Lúthien begins to ponder. She looks at her husband and begins to understand why he is doing this for her.” She placed her hand against my cheek.  I turned towards her palm and softly kissed it.  “‘Yes. Yes we deserve an adventure. Not for value or glory, but for love. For our love.’” I smiled and I leaned forward and kissed my Lúthien.

“‘Then let us saddle the horse and be on our way.’” I said as I gathered up my D&D stuff and blew out the candelabra before taking Roxxi by the arm and the two of us raced towards the van.

We quickly got in and I started the engine as her mixtape resumed playing.  But she quickly ejected it out and began to find a new one to listen to.  She popped it in and soon Foreigners “I wanna know what love is” soon came on the speakers.  This was the 2nd mixtape I made her, that I had added some metal love songs to from not only mine but the bands she was starting to love at the time.

“So where did you find Beren’s figurine at? And how did you get my Lúthien figurine as well?” she asked me.

“Turns out I left Beren at the last summer session we ever had at Gareth’s place. He told me last week how he had found it when he and his mom were doing some fall cleaning. As for Lady Lúthien, I have my ways.” I gave her a cheeky wink as I drove us to our first destination.

We first started off with dinner at the old 1950’s diner that I took Roxxi on our very first date.  I still remember how she wore that cute black skirt with rose petals stitched across it, and a gorgeous blouse to match.  Boy did I look underdressed but bless her heart she thought she overdressed.

Nonetheless she was a vision, and I knew right then and there I had to hold onto her and not fuck this relationship up.  Fast forward to seven years later (three of them being just when we finally started dating) and we’re still together.  Sure we’ve had our ups and downs especially this past year but we’re taking it one day at a time.

“Shall we get the usual?” I asked her.

“Whatever you want babe. I’m game for anything.” She replied.

“But this is for you Roxxi, now if you want something different I will give it to you.”

“You know you don’t have to go out of your way for me sweetie.”

“Spoiling my girlfriend on our anniversary is not going out of my way.” I reached out and took her hand.  “I want to do this.” She softly smiled at me as coming up to our table was the same waitress who served us on our first date, an old lady named Rose.

She was like your average 70 something year old woman, however unlike every old lady who cowers everytime I make a public appearance, she saw me like her own grandson (whose supposedly a metalhead like me who lives out in San Francisco).  She always told me to get my hair out of my face so Roxxi could see my eyes better and to always pay for the date.

“That time of the year again kids?” she asked us.

“Don’t you know it. Sorry we couldn’t do it last year Rose.”

“No worries dearies, shall it be the usual?”

“Yes. But instead of the chocolate milkshake can we get the oreo mix?” Roxxi answered.

“Absolutely sweetie, two chicken sandwiches and fries and one oreo milkshake coming up.” she took the menus from us and went over to the kitchen.

“An oreo milkshake?” I asked.

“The Dairy Queen up in Indianapolis had something called an oreo blizzard and it changed my life forever. It’s basically a milkshake but has oreos in them. When I took notice that they had some new milkshakes and an oreo was one of them, I had to do it.”

“Hope it’s better than your oreo and peanut butter idea. I still can’t believe you talked me into trying that.” I shuddered remembering that god awful taste.  Now I like oreos and peanut butter as much as the next guy but combining them together, gross!

“Oh that’s rich coming from the guy who still drinks pickle juice whenever he gets the chance.” She mocked.  When there’s absolutely nothing left to drink and all you find is some leftover sliced pickles, a rotten tomato and expired celery, you tell me which would you choose.  But truthfully it wasn’t half bad when I got past the third sip.

“Okay kids here we are, fresh and hot out of the oven.” Rose sat down our meal as well as the oreo milkshake which I’ll admit it did look pretty good.  Two main oreo cookies stuck out above and were leaned up against the cup, and I could see both above and through the cup oreo crumbs mixed into the vanilla ice cream.

Roxxi took her spoon and dipped it first before holding it out to me.  I leaned forward and took a bite of the ice cream mixed with oreo crumbs and my god was that something I never knew I needed.

“Well? Pretty good huh?”

“That is the second greatest thing I’ve ever tasted.”

“Second? What’s the first? No wait don’t answer that.” I snickered as I dipped my fries into the shake before popping it into my mouth and we continued our dinner date in peace.

After paying up front and heading back to the van, Roxxi said.

“Now you said that my second roll though it was low, it’s not as bad of a path.”

“Ahh yes. Hold on I need to make a quick phone call real quick. You go wait by the van, I’ll be right there in a moment.” I pecked her cheek before quickly racing back towards the payphone at was at the corner of the diner. I dug through my pockets for the change and put it into the payphone before dialing up the number.  It rang a few times before he finally responded.

‘Hello?’

“Jeff, hey it’s me. Turns out Roxxi and I will be heading to your place after all.”

‘She rolled low didn’t she?’

“If she had rolled less than seven then we’d be at the library doing our homework. So can we come over?”

‘Yeah, you’re lucky my mom’s out of town and my dad’s visiting my sick grandmother.’

“See you then man.” I hung up the phone and walked back over to Roxxi.

“What was all that for?”

“Just to confirm where we’re heading off too next. Now like I said, unfortunately it’s not a fun or memorable activity but it must be done for the fun to continue. But due to your roll of 8, there is a catch to this.”

“Which is…..”

“We’ll need some assistance with that.” We got into the van and I turned on the engine before pulling out of the diner and drove us to Jeff’s place.  I pulled into his driveway and she said.

“Jeff’s house? Why are we here Eddie?”

“Unfortunately due to the date of which our anniversary on, I was forced to acknowledge that it was a school day and that in order for us to graduate, we do need to get our—homework done.” I shuddered at the end of my statement.  “Seriously, why couldn’t our special day always be on a weekend like Friday or Saturday. Hell I’d even take the holy day of Sunday, at least then the streets and shops wouldn’t be as crowded.” I felt her take my hand.

“Eddie Munson, have I ever told you how proud I am of your dedication these past few weeks?”

“You tell me every day. Besides I made a promise, and for our day I’m willing to really make this work. Which brings us here, study session with Jeff. But his house holds a special place too, remember?”

“Uhh—was it—no it…..no I don’t.” I smiled softly and ducked my head in before explaining.

“Middle school, talent show. You had done the cheer thing with Chrissy Cunningham, and the guys and I had our first live performance as Corroded Coffin. We came here after the show when you both won second place, which was bull! You should’ve won first!” She playfully rolled her eyes.  “We were out by his pool, and I looked at you and that was the moment that my feelings for you had changed. I no longer wanted to just be your friend.”

I stroked her cheek softly before brushing my thumb over her soft lips.  I felt her lips pucker up slightly as she kissed my thumb.

“You never told me that.”

“Was waiting for the right moment to confess that story.” She smiled softly at me before leaning in and softly kissed me.  I cupped her jawline and softly deepened the kiss but I had to hold myself back.  Just wait Eddie, you’ll get your chance tonight.  “As much as I would love to continue this, I don’t think Jeff would appreciate us having car sex in his driveway.”

“Yeah, and neither would the neighbors. Don’t wish to scar any kids with the van rocking.” I pecked her lips before reaching behind and grabbing our backpacks and we exited the van and headed up Jeff’s porch and I rang the doorbell.

He opened it up and allowed us to come into the living room. Jeff was in both our English and History class so we all agreed we could get those assignments done first before Roxxi and I would move onto our next two classes.

Now truthfully nothing really fun happened throughout this time frame cause I made a promise that today there’d be no funny business. If I got confused with something, Roxxi was there to guide me through it or explain it better than what was described on the paper.  At least until we started our math homework, that’s when Jeff came into play.

Being in AP Trig, he knew how to read numbers and formulas better than anyone.  So he helped us with understanding our math assignment until we had every last bit of homework completed.  And boy did my brain feel like it was put through the blender then spat out before being shoved down a toaster and be burnt into a crisp.

“So what’s next on you guy’s anniversary plan?” Jeff asked.

“None of your business, thanks for letting us crash here Jeff to do the boring stuff.” Roxxi playfully nudged against me before she said.

“We’ll see you tomorrow in English, Jeff.”

“See yah guys, and happy anniversary.” We both waved him off before loading the van back up.

“And finally comes my crit-hit reward right?”

“You are correct milady. And a good thing we got done when we did cause the sun’s just about to set and hopefully we’ll get there before it gets dark.” I turned on the van and backed out of Jeff’s driveway before punching the gas and sped off towards our final destination.

Pelennor fields.

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TSTW devlog 14: PHASE B HAS BEGUN 

a lot of comic artists do this thing that i will actively attack them for in the form of this devlog which is that they say they’re going to make a comic but fall down the rabbit hole of the endless development loop where they insist on doing sixty things in parallel and that they’ll start it when they figure out the story or once they make a bit more concept art or once all the pieces are together as if their comic is a magical goblet that needs to touch all the creatures in the forest to give you the special secret.

SO.

I’m kickstarting phase B of the devlog since I think 3+ months of research and preparation is more than enough information. beyond that, I think the returns are quite diminished. here’s what happened this week. 

I wrote more detailed character descriptions. 

I fixed some things about the logo that were bothering me:

I also wrote the first three scenes. here’s scene 2 out of context, skip to the dotted lines if you don’t want spoilers:

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 [camera shows a tire shop with a second floor. speech bubble is coming from second floor]

voice through wall: what the fuck do you MEAN you’re microwaving your socks?

cut to inside. rami and jamil are there. jamil is at the drums and rami is holding his phone talking to rabih.

phone: well you see, ya boy is out of socks. so i washed some by hand cause it would take too long to do them in the machine. then i realized, shit. the socks are wet–

rami: -can’t you just use an iron?

phone:-you think i own an iron?

rami: well i don’t know put them on a heater or something?

phone: -you think i own a heater?

rami, putting his hand against his eyes: I hate that It’s beginning to make sense

Phone: yeah so i put them in for the first 5 minutes and it kind of worked, for now they’ve been in there for around 20, they still need a bit of microwaving

jamil: is that even safe…?

Phone: oh yeah yeah I did some research It’s fine

rami: you did RESEARCH?

phone: well yeah i’m not putting my socks in a microwave if it’s going to set the building on fire, plus i learned it’s surprisingly easy to make bleach shirts, where can we get freezer paper?

rami: what the fuck does this have to do with you being two hours late to practice

phone: well you see in the article i looked up on how to microwave socks the picture was a man with a nice beige and white shirt which i would totally wear so i got a bit distracted

jamil, looking at his phone: we can get some off amazon

phone: ayre b amazon* * fuck amazon is there nowhere else?

jamil, a little disappointed but in a cute :( way : no

rami: WHY ARE WE TALKING ABOUT FREEZER PAPER

jamil: i mean he’s already late might as well

rami: AYRE FIKON TNAYNETKON* *fuck both of you

phone: by the way, am i on speaker? I want to say something.

jamil: dude i’ve been talking to you this whole time

phone: just checking, but… i’ve been meaning to tell you guys something, i think we need a manager

rami looks to the side, averting eye contact.

jamil: … 

yeah…

[everyone looks at each other awkwardly for way too long, empty speech bubbles with beginnings of sentences and such]

rami, Annoyed: anyways just fucking get here please…

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I estimate the script will need around three months to finish. before i explain what’s going to happen as i do that let’s quickly recap what we did so far as pre production:

we learned about the musical elements and the sensibilities therein including metal, punk and classical music

we learned about the spread of information and how ideas live and die like languages

we talked about mysteries and how the most mundane things can be interesting when framed with the right narrative

we learned about dogs and how they’re trained

we figured out what our thesis is and discussed our themes

we drafted out the characters and gave them nice designs

we named the band they’re in and made a cool logo for it

here’s what we DIDN’T DO:

i have yet to learn musecore. this is mainly because i try to not move my computer around often so i couldn’t dedicate time to it but this is something i can do while writing the script.

I didn’t make style pages. these are comic pages you make just to show what the comic looks like but i’ve grown well acquainted with the tools and the designs are going to evolve no matter what i do, so this felt pointless to some extent

so what does this mean?

i have a different project that can’t really work as a webcomic, so i’m going to be working on that while i write the script and releasing it as one big thing when it’s done. next week, there won’t be an update for TSTW, instead there will be one for this second project that we will discuss and make as we go. once that’s done, the devlog will be over and will be instead replaced by the actual comic.

that’s it for now.

devlog updates on tuesdays. 

[scarletwritesshit]

Yosuke Hanamura x F!Reader ❀ Town of Blossoms ❀ June 10th, 2013

There was something that you needed to bother Yosuke about. Well, something besides your obvious lingering feelings anyways. His birthday was coming up in less than two weeks, and you needed to start coming up with ideas for what to get him.

It might’ve been easier to tackle this in a call, but that would be far too direct. You couldn’t just ask him upfront what he wanted anyways, as that would ruin the surprise.

Some ideas had already crossed your mind, but ultimately, all of them were scrapped. He probably owned damn near every Linkin Park album on the market, and it was likely that he owned a fair amount of the other bands’ CDs as well. While on the topic of music, you threw around the idea of getting him something for his guitar, but what would he even need?

Anything else like flowers or chocolates would not only seem too forward, but they were a bit too…unoriginal.

Somehow, you had to derive some ideas from a normal conversation with him. Perhaps there was something in particular that he had been rather invested in lately. Maybe chatting with him casually for a bit will give you some hints to some of his other hobbies, though you knew pretty much everything that he enjoyed and hated. Sitting around and thinking wouldn’t net you any more considerable progress, so you were left with only one way to find out.

As per usual, you arrived at Junes shortly before Yosuke’s lunch break. You spotted him standing back by the flower cooler talking to one of his coworkers. Without interrupting their conversation, you walked through the aisle and stood behind him, curious as to what they were discussing.

"You seemed awfully upbeat leaving this place the last time I saw you," the other Junes worker said, "What had you joyfully skipping all over the place?

"It was a Friday. Who wouldn’t be happy to head home after a long week? And I wasn’t skipping around, for your information."

"Are you sure about that? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you bolt out of this place this fast after a shift.”

"Well, if it gets you to leave me alone, one of my friends was coming over to stay the weekend. It’s been a while since she last hung out with me at home."

"I don’t believe you one bit."

Though you couldn’t see Yosuke's expression from where you were standing, you could easily assume that he was not too happy about this unnecessary comment. He suddenly took a step backwards and tensed up.

"What do you mean you don’t believe that I had a girl over?"

"Not that. I don’t believe you for having any friends at all."

Ouch. Even you had to admit that crossed the line.

"Not cool, man. I know I’m lame but you didn’t have to say it out loud."

The other Junes worker let out a hearty laugh, quite amused by Yosuke’s suffering. Yosuke himself clearly did not find the same humor in this situation as he did, and neither did you for that matter. You saw this as the perfect chance to prove his coworker completely wrong.

“You going to hurry up and come to lunch?” you said to get his attention.

Yosuke immediately turned around to face you. The eyes of the other man widened, as if he was internally eating his own words as you spoke.

"Oh uh, yeah. In a few," Yosuke said. He turned around and elbowed the other worker in the arm. "See? Told you so. You’re just jealous that you don’t have game like me."

Have…game? What did he mean by this, exactly?

"Uhh... Yosuke?"

It was not surprising that he would say something like that in front of you, but there was an ever so slight urge to give him an earful. Of course, you unfortunately could not bring yourself to do so. You knew all too well that it could lead to further misunderstandings down the line.

"What now? Trying to say she’s your girlfriend all of a sudden?" the man mocked.

"Well, no, but that doesn't-"

"Coward. Not like she would go for you anyways."

This was quickly becoming embarrassing to watch.

"You guys do realize that I am still here, right?" you said.

"It’s not my fault that he won’t leave us alone!” Yosuke said, “Come on, tell him we're just really good friends."

You had a much better idea. You looked around for something you could grab, and you immediately focused on the flower stand that Yosuke had arranged days prior. With a plan in mind, you grabbed one of the bundles of white hydrangeas and shoved the entire batch of flowers in the annoying man’s face.

"This is all none of your business. Use this time for yourself instead of projecting onto others," you said, pushing him back with the bundle of flowers. You freed him rather quickly, though, as you intention was not to suffocate a man to death.

"Okay, jeez I get it," he complained before walking off without another word.

Yosuke sighed heavily once the two of you were in the clear.

"Man. I’m so sick and tired of people jumping to conclusions like that," he complained. "He probably thinks that having a girl as a close friend is something outrageous because he’s never had one himself."

"It’s a possibility."

"Anyways, uh, just do me a favor and forget that you heard any of that."

"What is with you and getting roped into awkward conversations in this place? That’s the second one in a week…"

"I don’t know man. It’s always one thing after another here."

"Honestly, why do you still put up with it?"

"Family business, decent pay, stuff like that. It’s been taking me a while to save up for a motorcycle from this alone, unfortunately."

He must be really determined to save up for a high-end motorcycle if he has been stockpiling for this long. It was a bit of a shame that you didn’t have the yen to fund his dreams.

"I guess that’s just how things are, and there’s really not much better options out there,” you said.

"Then I just go home and spend the majority of the evening by myself. There’s really nothing to do around Inaba, no matter the season, anyways, so it’s not like I’m missing out on much. That’s why your visits are such a breath of fresh air for me..."

"Unfortunately, telling them to shut their faces only results in more pointless accusations. They’re always one to talk, since they aren’t doing any better themselves."

"Regardless, its fine. Just a little annoying, that’s all."

He looked at the flowers that you still held in your hand, which were a little flattened and mangled as a result of you shoving them into the man’s face.

"So uh," he said, "what are you doing with those?"

"Oh. You can have them back," you said, shoving them into his chest.

"...Thanks?" he said, reluctantly taking them from your hand. "I’ll... put them back in here. Nobody will notice."

He shoved the flowers back into the appropriate slot in the cooler. They were clearly flattened, as the blossoms were not as full and round as the others. People were most certainly going to notice, but no one would know that it was you who did it, which was probably the goal here.

"Very inconspicuous," you remarked.

"Eh, who cares. I don’t get paid to make it look good."

"Never mind that. Shouldn’t we get going if we want to make it to lunch before the line extends across the entire food court?" you said.

"Right. Here, I’ll give you this," he said, handing you a handful of yen. "You know exactly what I would get. Go ahead and order and keep the change. I’ll catch up to you in a few."

Even after complaining about his job, he was still willing to just give you money for a snack without a second thought. He really can be too nice for his own good sometimes. You didn’t have the time to think too much of this, though, as lunch was fast approaching and the Junes food court was soon going to be lined up from one end to the other.

With his gracious gift of yen in hand, you quickly took the first spot in line and made your usual order. Two ice cream cones. One for you, and one for Yosuke.

In the shadiest spot that you could find, you took a seat. You were able to set his ice cream down on the table without much risk of it being knocked over, so as long as you were careful.

As you waited, you were back to thinking about what to get him for his birthday. He’s had his heart set on a motorcycle for a while now, but that was far too expensive for a mere birthday gift. There was the option of giving him some money to contribute to his savings, but money alone feels like a soulless gift.

Ultimately, it feels as if you struck out on this one

You tried to come up with some other ideas on your own, but unfortunately, it was to no avail. Plus, your mind began to wander off as well.

"Hey, hey," Yosuke said, snapping you out of your daydream. He pulled out a chair to sit down beside you, but before you could point out the ice cream that had been standing on the table, he accidentally hit the table with his knee. Thankfully, you saw it begin to tip over and you were able to grab ahold of the cone in time. Yosuke, still proving himself capable of his trademark speed, also reached for the tipping cone and grabbed it.

Though, it was more like he grabbed ahold of your hand. He was more focused on saving his precious snack more than anything, but you were now stuck with your hand frozen in place, not only stabilizing a swirl of ice cream, but with his hand holding you stationary as well. Once he noticed, though, he let your hand go.

"Watch it, dumbass," you said, handing him his ice cream.

"I’m not the one who put it where it could be knocked down."

"It was right in front of you. How could you have missed it?"

"I dunno, man. Seems like I have a knack for missing the obvious."

If he was referring to the convoluted mess that was the murders, then it was excusable given the circumstances. On the other hand, he really was a bit dense when it came to how other people felt about him.

"Only sometimes, though. In all honestly, you’re really not that bad,” you said.

"Mmm..." he mumbled, too busy scarfing down his ice cream to respond at the moment.

Your ice cream was beginning to melt quickly, as even in the shade, the hot air showed no mercy. You realized that it would probably be best if you finished eating quickly, before it melted all over your hands and table.

Not much progress was made in the way of productive conversation that afternoon. The majority of your time together was taken up by ridiculous chat topics followed by approximately ten minutes of laughing about each and every little thing. In fact, you’ve laughed so much that your chest was hurting and your face was quite sore. The immeasurable joy that you felt from laughing with him was truly a feeling impossible to replicate with anyone else.

It was a sense of joy too precious to lose, and you were determined to prove the world wrong about all good things having to come to an end. You had to preserve this happiness, not just for yourself, but for Yosuke as well.

Walking by the flower cooler on your way back, you took one last glance at the flowers that you had stuffed in the man’s face earlier. These flowers now appeared more fluffed out and neatly arranged compared to when they were stuffed back in the cooler. It could’ve been a different bundle than the one before, but the petals showed signs of wear from being shoved into someone’s face. Still, they held up alongside the others, and even appeared to have been watered fairly recently.

"He doesn’t like flowers, huh?" you said to yourself.