#didn't distract properly and now we're here

[mizzcap]

you're not him

@b-l-a-n-k-d-r-e-a-m inspired this batch of HCs! Send your love to them! (I hope the tag worked!)

TW- Meltdown, Panic attack, Bullying, Mention of SA and Murder, mention of Jimmy (character), fighting

Actor! Jimmy x Reader

ACTOR AU: Jimmy is feeling distant and closed off- curly has even taken notice and brought it to your attention. Maybe this role was too much for a first role?

Continuation of Jimmy's last part

And yes, Curly's partner is a ACTOR AU! version of Y/N from the part 1 scenarios! They're referred to as (P/N)(partners name)

-Jimmy was excited to start the project. Him, Anya, and daisuke hit it off right away

-it made Curly so happy to see Jimmy coming out of his shell and becoming more and more comfortable around his co-actors.

-it made you happy to know that you finally could get your thesis done.

-you started noticing a few older guys in your film class hanging around to talk to Jimmy, though you chalked it up to Jimmy making more friends

-you knew the guys as dudes who kept hitting on Anya, though she couldn't care seeing as they didn't take it too far and well. Anya doesn't like men.

-one day, Jimmy just didn't show up to film a shot

-you had seen him in class that day, and around campus, so you knew it wasn't sick

-now that you thought back on it, Jimmy had become slowly reserved all over again- hesitant about any form of touch.

-so you went looking for him

"Sexually aroused by horses? Oh- so your a freak freak."

You paused up on hearing the familiar voice of your classmate, and the familiar line that Anya improvised one day during filming (truthfully it was funny enough to not only make the cut but encourage a retake because curly wouldn't stop laughing. His partner had to bring him water because he wouldn't stop wheezing)

You found the corner in time to see Jimmy practically curling into himself. Now, Jimmy wasn't small. He was in weightlifting with Curly since the 10th grade- (you learned that while texting Jimmy late one night talking to him before the first shoot)

With that being said

Jimmy hated confrontation. He wasn't a big fan of physical altercations- and only ever went as far as wrestling in the grass with Curly. (Which resulted in (P/N) scolding them for staining their dry clean only varsity jacket)

"What's going on?" You quickly butted in. Pushing past the two over grown men to stand next to Jimmy. Your side pressed briefly to Jimmy's though he was quick to lean away. He was tense, and looked a bit pale. What's wrong with him

"Just talking to Jizzy here-"

"Jimmy." you spat his name, correcting the rude ass boy almost immediately with a glare.

"-right.. we're just having a chat is all. 'bout horses and shit" the other guy laughed at his friend's comment. But the way it made Jimmy's fist ball up as a distraction from the uncomfortable situation, the rage boiled deep in your skin

"if that's all.." you pushed through grit teeth. "We'll be taking our leave now" you sneered and tried pushing past

The two boys whistled as you and Jimmy went past them "Go one now Jimmy boy- Master's callin'!" One whooped after he said that, the noise ringing annoyingly in your ears

You turned so quick the world felt dazed for a moment as you got up in the guy's face. His hot stank breath making you more pissed than before "you got a fuckin' issue, bud? Cuz we'll fix it." You snapped

"I don't, but maybe put horse fucker on a leash. Or not- maybe he'll diddle you next-" the man laughed in your face

The insult made your blood bubble and burst. In your peripherals, you could see Jimmy tense up at his words almost uncomfortably.

"fuck off man!" You snapped, shoving him back without properly thinking first.

You watched his red shoes stumbled back a few steps before sliding forward. Barely having time to process it as a stinging feeling ripped through the side of your face.

You whipped your head up at the man to strike back, only to be met with the back of Jimmy's head and his arm. Stumbling back a few steps as you watched wide eyed

The normally reserved and peaceful man- the one you would watch wrestle in the grass with Curly after shoots. The one who ever showed a hint of anger (though it was more confusion) when he and Anya could understand why Daisuke was winning (you're positive he was eating the game pieces), The man who you would eat being reassured by curly after every shorty that he was not his character..

You watched the same man's fist sink into the center of your classmate's face- a loud crunch sounding as his nose was crushed between his face and Jimmy's fists.

+-+-+-+

"it's not that bad" you sighed, sitting on your coffee table and holding a small mirror as Jimmy looked at his reflection.

a bit of blood seeped into and crusted on his scruff that he grew out for the sake of you movie. His bottom lip was puffy and split open on one side. An ugly bruise on his cheek spread to his eye that had nearly shut. While his nose has started bleeding- it was still bruised and banged up. On top of that his knuckles were raw and red from the fight.

Truth be told, you weren't in the best shape either. Your nose has started bleeding from that initial punch from the guy. And your sides ached from where you got hit.

The guys tried ganging up on Jimmy, and you tried jumping in to help.

"on a good note... I think I kicked them hard enough so one won't have kids" you chuckled, but Jimmy didn't reciprocate your enjoyment of the joke.

You paused for a moment, then silence almost suffocating

You grabbed the Gauze and Neosporin as scooted towards the edge of the table, your knees barely brushing against his

"here- I can-" "please don't"

You watched in shock as he tore his hands away from your own, grimacing at the touch

"Jimmy wha-...?" You furrowed your eyebrows and shook your head in confusion "what's going on"

When he didn't respond you pushed more

"Jimmy, you've just been acting weird- I tried talking to curly but he doesn't know either- is it the role? Jim, if it's too much you don't have to continue-" he yanked his hand away when you grazed your fingers over it accidentally.

You blinked in surprise

"What if they're right?" Jimmy choked out, head in the heels of his palms as his fingers curled into his dark brown locks. "What if I'm just like him- and that why I play him so well?"

"What?- oh.. Jimmy-"

"what if I end up like him- end up hurting everyone- hurting Curly-- he's like my brother man- I can't hurt curly" he choked on a sob.

"Jimmy.. I-" you sighed and ran your hand over your head as you tried to think of proper wording "This-.. you're feeling upset about playing a fucking horrendous character. That's completely normal- Seasoned actors have a hard time playing a role like this- You're a first time actor, for you to be thrusted into acting- having to play- y'Know.. it's normal to be upset or unnerved, but you have to talk to us, you can't just suffer in silence"

Jimmy shook his head, lifting it to meet your eyes with his dark, bloodshot ones. "But Those guys-"

"Drew and Max are pissy because you get to work so closely with anya- meanwhile they're barely allowed in the same proximity as her" you crossed your arms

"but-"

"are you sexually attracted to horses?"

"..what?"

"are you?"

"no-"

"have you ever...?"

"God no! I'd cut off my nuts before I'd ever-"

"ew dude! TMI" you giggled, grinning as he slowly sported a small smile

"and as far as I'm concerned you haven't off'd anyone or been a 'Manipulative Conniving Dictator', so you're fine" you heard him snort at the dictator part

"I just-"

"Jimmy- look at me" you slowly took his hands in yours- your eyes searching his for a moment as you drew circles on the back of his hand using your thumb "You're not him"

+-+-+-+

BONUS:

"Found you n Jimmy on the couch this morning" Anya hummed as she ate a granola bar, helping you build a medical bed by simply holding the screws

"We watched a movie last night and fell asleep- talked for a bit before hand but nothing happened" you muttered, hunched over a rod as you screwed it to the bed frame

"talked? Like when I hear you giggling at 2 am on the phone with him?" Anya has a lazy, teasing grin as she stared down at you, her tongue sticking out from between her teeth as she quietly giggled

Your ears felt extremely hot, and your heart felt like it stop

"shut up!"

You playfully picked up a piece of foam and threw it at Anya's legs

+-+-+-+

YAYAYYAYAYAYYA! up next will be part 2 of Anya x Circe reader, then imma do part 2 of curly, then part 2 of Daisuke!

[psychoticallykind]

Cinnamon

"Allergic" - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 749 words

A bit NSFW.

--------------------------------------------------------------

Regulus was annoyed. And he had every right to be - every right, because this idiotic girl was still flirting with his boyfriend. His very polite, non-violent boyfriend. His boyfriend, who needed to get the fuck away from that Hufflepuff before Regulus did something very bad and very permanent to her.

"They want to do it the muggle way - do you know the muggle way? It's really very fun, you should come with us," she's saying now. Valerie, maybe. Regulus isn't sure.

James is smiling, and Regulus hates that he's smiling. "That sounds like fun. Lily was actually talking about that - have you met Lily? I can introduce you," he offers.

For a moment, the genuine look on James's face and the easy joy in his smile softens the edge of Regulus's irritation.

Then Valerie speaks.

"Maybe later," she replies, and Regulus can tell she doesn't want to meet Lily - no, she's perfectly fine here, with his boyfriend. "Anyway, last year they made it even better by adding cinnamon, and smore's are good no matter what, but - do you like cinnamon?"

"He's allergic, actually," Regulus cuts in, grabbing James's arm and pulling him closer. He sees Valerie's startled look but doesn't care. "And he's busy that night."

Valerie frowns, glancing hopefully at James. "We actually haven't settled on a night yet."

"He's busy every night." Regulus smiles, and he knows it's very obviously forced. "With me." And then he turns, pulling James with him. All the way up the stairs, into the (thankfully) unoccupied dorm room.

It's not until the door is closed that James clears his throat. "Are you okay?"

"Of course," Regulus replies, giving James an innocent look. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well," James starts, giving Regulus an amused look. "To start, I'm not allergic to cinnamon."

"You're not?" Regulus shrugs. "Strange. I must have gotten mixed up."

James laughs a little, reaching out to pull Regulus against his chest. "You did not get mixed up." He turns Regulus around, wrapping his arms around his chest and speaking in his ear. "You got jealous."

"I did not," Regulus denies, but James is tracing along the hem of his sweater and he's a little distracted.

"Okay," James's other hand trails up, settling just below Regulus's throat and teasing him, and Regulus feels the tension melt from his posture. "What would you call it, then?"

"Um," Regulus struggles, completely unable to focus as James's fingers dip slightly lower. "Being helpful."

"Helpful?" James repeats, and Regulus hums in agreement. "How were you helpful?"

"I - um - James," Regulus protests as James slides his hand back up, onto his stomach. "Touch me properly."

"But we're talking," James teases him. "About you being helpful. Remember?"

It's a game, and Regulus likes this game, made the rules - but right now he just wants to win, and he doesn't care how.

So he pulls away from James's touch - James lets go immediately, because he always makes sure not to trap Regulus, not really, he always has a choice - and spins around so that he can look at him. Wraps his arms around his neck and gives in.

Because while someone else might be persuaded to drop the conversation in favor of sex, James would not. No, James was big on communication, and Regulus was about 98% sure that unless he addressed it properly, James was going to refrain from any actual touching.

"Yes, I was jealous, and yes, I know I don't need to be, and yes, I know that you aren't allergic to fucking cinnamon," Regulus tells him, and he rolls his eyes a little - just because he's communicating doesn't mean he has to do it nicely. "But you were being nice to her and she likes you and I didn't want to stand there and watch anymore."

"I'll always leave if you're uncomfortable," James tells him, and it's so sweet but also very unnecessary because Regulus knows. "Just say the word, love. You're far more important than anyone else at that party."

Which is also unnecessary, but it's possible that Regulus smiles a little. Because it is nice to hear it - and James makes sure he hears it often. "I know."

"I wouldn't have talked to her if I knew it was making you feel bad," James tells him, and it makes his heart melt a little.

"I know," Regulus repeats, but it's softer. "Now please touch me properly."

James grins, picking him up and walking over to the bed. "I would love to."

[edward-munson]

i'm right here - E.M. * Chapter Two

"I never realized that"

Warning: angst, mentions of weed, fluff

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem! Harrington reader

Word count: 4.5k

Previous Chapter

⋆˚✿˖°

"Wha- How?" Eddie stumbles over his own words and tries to catch up on what you just said and implied.

You nodded. After the delicate conversation you both just had, it feels awkward to talk about it now. It feels wrong, it's kind of ridiculous too.

"Yeah, I... it's been a while, actually" You look up to him and find Eddie completely static. One of his hand grips tightly the steering wheel while with the other one he fidgets with his rings.

"Wait, wait, wait. You're saying you like me?" He shakes his head a few times and looks at you with widened eyes. "You like me? Shortie..."

"Yeah, I know Eddie! I just wish I wouldn't have told you like that okay? And I know you like her, and that you're still pretty hurt because of everything that happened, but..."

"Oh my God, shut up for a second" His voice was soft and calm, and you notice he's kind of smiling. "I never realized that. It’s kind of cute, I just… It’s just too much to deal with right now. But yes, I'm hurt. I'm so disappointed, I feel used and invalidated by her. I feel like a piece of shit. But I also feel like something has always been different with us. I mean, you and me"

Eddie reaches over to hold your trembling hand and makes sure you feel comforted. He gives you this reassuring smirk as he rests his forehead over his left hand.

"I'm sorry, Eddie. For everything. For not telling you before, for what we just saw. And for confessing my feelings just now" You feel like a twelve year old girl who just told someone her deepest secret.

He pulls you for a hug and you don't protest. Your face is smashed against his fluffy hair and you can even smell his mint shampoo. Eddie rubs his thumb against your back and rests his chin at the top of your head.

"Don't be stupid, sweetheart. We can't control our feelings. And... about that other thing, I guess you should've been honest. I would've never even given her a chance, I think I wouldn't even let her come close and talk to me. But I know you had good intentions"

"Steve wanted to tell you but I told him that if someone had to do it, it should've been me. You know, he's not friends with her but he thought she could've changed. We all grew up, we're almost graduating and becoming adults" Your words came out a little muffled as you were still holding each other.

You pulled back only a little, so you could properly see his face before apologizing to him again. This time, you could smell his cologne and it made you feel giddy from being too close.

"I'm really sorry. I didn't know you guys were together until my first day at school. Steve never wanted to tell me before"

"Hey" He pinched your chin and shook your head playfully. "It's okay, shortie. It's not your fault either way. Neither it was mine"

You nervously chuckled and pinched his chin back. Eddie noticed how close you two were and how suddenly it started to get hot inside his van.

"I, uh- I should probably drop you off before your brother decides to come back looking after you" He cleared his throat trying to avoid eye contact and you noticed how nervous he suddenly became.

The ride back home definitely felt more awkward than you thought it would. You picked the Black Sabbath tape and blasted the songs over the speakers at a higher volume. Maybe it would make him feel more comfortable and less nervous, it should be a good distraction. You didn't want to ask him what he was gonna do about Chrissy and you probably knew the answer.

It wasn't going to end well either way. You just didn't want things to go south that fast. But at least he had a friendly reaction after you told him about your feelings. You just weren't sure he felt the same way, and yet, it's probably not the best time to talk it over.

Eddie parked over your house and waited until you got out of the car. He was leaning his arm against the opened window, tapping against the vehicle while he watched as you walked over your porch. He just said goodnight and nothing else. Should he even say anything else? Is there something to say? His mind was racing with a million thoughts and a lot of them were about you two.

You were looking for your keys, until you realized you forgot to bring one with yourself. You stood there for two seconds and groaned, knowing you'd have to ring the doorbell for Steve to open the door.

"Forgot your keys?" Eddie asked, his arm still lazily resting against the window. You just nodded, biting your lip feeling embarrassed. "Harrington isn't gonna let you in, is he?"

"I'm not sure I will" Steve said through the door.

"Stevie, you better open this fucking door you dickhead" Your voice wasn't one of the most friendliest and he noticed that through your tone.

"Right, sis. Remember when you stepped on my hand at the bowling? I told you, you should find some other place to sleep tonight!"

The only reaction you could have at that moment was to scoff. Eddie was watching all of it and just snorted but it wasn't audible.

"You're kidding me, right? Steve, if you don't open this fucking door I will knock it down!"

"Should've thought about it before being a little shit with me" Steve didn't even mention he would open the door and you looked behind yourself, Eddie still parked on the street. "Munson is still there, isn't he? I'm sure he's a great host"

"I'm not coming over to his house just because you're being childish" You lower your voice so only your brother can listen to you, but you don't expect Eddie to be right next to you that very second.

"Munson would love to give her shelter, but this is her house, Harrington. Stop being a moron and open the door for her" He knocked a few times like it would change his mind.

Eddie actually wouldn't stop knocking and the fact his rings were hitting the door loudly was kind of making up for it. "I can do this all night, bro"

You watched as he kept knocking until Steve gave up and opened the door for you. He deadpanned at his friend for being so annoying and insistent, not looking at you when he took a step back for you to walk in.

"You guys look like you're still children. Jesus Christ, you're a man, dude" Eddie shook his head.

"Yeah and? Didn't ask" Steve kept his demeanor, only this time he grinned at his friend. "Go home, you look like shit, bro"

As a response, Eddie gave your brother a hard punch on his shoulder and walked back to his car. You saw as he waved at you and drove off the street until you couldn't see it anymore.

Instead of going to your bedroom and getting ready for bed, you throw yourself over the couch and breathe heavily. Steve sat next to you and leaned against his knees waiting for an answer. You know he wants to know what happened, but you were too tired to talk about anything.

"I'm not telling you anything now, you weirdo. Fuck off" He laughs at your attitude and pushes your arm playfully before he made himself comfortable and looked for something to watch with you on the TV.

-

Eddie was rushing through the students as he held his backpack lazily, walking towards his locker. Uncle Wayne wasn't home and he overslept, meaning he didn't have time to eat breakfast or pick a good outfit for the day. It's not like he cared about his looks, but he would usually choose something nice to wear during the day.

He had just learned he was going to be in your biology class and couldn't find a way to ignore you. He didn't want to, he just hasn't gotten over the idea of you never telling him how mean and heartless she was. Eddie still hasn't even told you about his mutual feelings either, because everything was so confusing to him. The only thing he could think about the past days was how distressing it was to break up with Chrissy.

And you saw how sad he was just by looking at his face. He had bags under his eyes and his frizzy curly hair was so disheveled you wondered if he even brushed it lately. He didn't talk much with his friends or even the guys from the Hellfire Club. He didn't seem very present during the breaks or while eating at the cafeteria.

You watched as Eddie entered the classroom and made his way to the farther table in the back, not even daring to look at you. Maybe he didn't see you, maybe he didn't want to face you. It seemed like he was running away from you.

The entire time at school he spent with his friends and the boys from the Hellfire Club. It seemed like he was feeling a little better since he was talking to the boys. It made you feel relieved to see him like that, you'd hate to watch him feel like shit because of her. Speaking of, Chrissy was sitting next to Jason along with his basketball team, laughing at whatever shit they were talking about. You watched as Eddie couldn't look away from them, his face holding a grimace everytime they would share a kiss or something. And it made you feel nauseous from noticing how he was still having feelings for her, and not for you.

The basketball leader didn't spend much of his time teasing the other students or making fun of them, but every once in a while he would say something about the guys who liked playing board games. You still didn't know why he was such a bully, but it made you feel so annoyed it was hard to ignore it.

It was the way he was such an asshole that made your friends despise him, especially Steve. As soon as he gave up on being on the team, Jason stepped into it taking away your brother's title of "the best player". He didn't care about it anymore, he wasn't like that in a long while.

You were talking to Nancy and Robin when Eddie's voice made its announcement through the cafeteria. All of you looked at him as he was sitting on the table, one of his legs was bent and he rested his elbow on top of his knee. There it is, the scene he likes to make sometimes.

"You mommy didn't give you enough attention, Carver?" Eddie asked over a sarcastic tone, giving him a playful smile.

Most of the students around the tables were watching and giving both of them looks, whispering to one another waiting for the scene to unfold.

"I don't know, freak. Did yours?" Jason knew Eddie's mother died when he was younger, he just didn't care about that information.

You really thought that was the lowest someone could ever go with. But looking at your friend, you noticed how he didn't shift his demeanor, even though you knew he was hurt. It's not like he could complain about it, Eddie was the one to push Jason.

"Ah, even if she did, I like the attention. You know better than that" He shrugged, dropping his weight on the floor after getting up from the table. Eddie walked up to Jason, staring at him top to bottom. "You're the one calling me out every time you see me. I think you want me to be more noticeable, don't you big boy?"

Jason shoved his hand that was pinching his chin so hard the skin became pink. He looked at Eddie and placed his arm around Chrissy's shoulder, who stood there sitting on her chair without moving in the slightest. "You couldn't even keep the most beautiful girl by your side. You can't keep a reputation"

"I wouldn't want to keep a bitch like her for a girlfriend" Eddie gave him a cheap grin, looking straight at Chrissy, who gasped.

The entire room went silent, and you shared a look between your brother and your two friends. Before Robin even mentioned getting up, you did it first and paced towards Eddie and Jason. The basketball player was about to throw a punch when you pulled the curly brunette by his t-shirt. He didn't take a single step from his place, still staring at the guy in front of him.

"What did you just say, you fucking loser?" Jason closed his hands into fists and looked to his side when Chrissy tried to stop him. She sat back down and looked at you.

Both of you stared into each other. You felt an urge of punching her face because that was her fault somehow, while she just wanted this entire show to end. She just knew she was a bitch, there was no reason to contest his accusation. She wasn't even the one to make a scene in front of people, she was a bitch behind people's backs.

"You better take that back, or I will punch you so hard you won't even remember your name" He teased, his jaw was clenched. Jason tensed his shoulders waiting for Eddie's response.

"Eds" You tried to call out, but he wouldn't listen to you. "Just leave it, come on"

"Yeah, Eds" Jason quipped and mimicked your tone. "Listen to the Texas bumpkin and go back to your stupid cult"

You immediately threw him a disapproving look and frowned. While still holding Eddie's shirt, you noticed how his bicep tightened at Jason's words.

"Fuck you, Carver. Stop being such an ass" He laughed and mocked you with a pout. Again, you pulled your friend by his arm but again, he didn't want to move.

You barely saw when Steve stood next to you, his chest puffing and his arms crossed. His nose was flaring and you didn't even want to think about his thoughts right now. You knew your brother was so pissed that Steve could smash his face with only a punch.

"You better stop, Jason. This isn't going to end well" Steve warned, his face seriously holding a hard expression as he tried to stay away from the blonde guy.

He looked at the three of you and scoffed, pulling Chrissy by her hand and taking a few steps closer to Eddie, looking at you sideways before closing in on your friend again.

"You and your bitch better not do this again" Jason almost bumped his nose into Eddie's when he emphasized he was talking about you.

This time, Eddie didn't care if he was going to be expelled from school. He just couldn't let anyone talk shit about you or treat you like that again. You tried to avoid a fight to start by grabbing him from his tiny waist, while Steve gripped one of his hands over the side of Eddie's neck.

Jason didn't even flinch, because he knew Eddie wouldn't be capable of beating him down. As much as he wanted to. As soon as they left, Steve guided you both to your table, sitting you down next to Eddie. You stood between them, still not having any idea of what to say.

"Sometimes I wish I could break his fucking nose" You hear your brother rage and grab a fistful of his hair into his hands.

To your left, Eddie chuckles and agrees with him. When you look at him, he's shyly staring back at you while he nervously bites his lower lip.

"I'm sorry I dragged you into this, shortie. I didn't want this little show to happen" He frowns and rests his hand on top of yours.

That weird electricity happens again, and you both look from your hands to each other. He doesn't retreat, instead, Eddie closes it and holds your hand tighter. He gives you a sweet smile that makes your stomach flutter. You smile back at him and fix one of the strands of hair from his bang. He blows some air to playfully fix it for you and it makes you laugh at his sweetness.

Trying not to make a big deal out of what just happened, you change the subject. "You're crazy for doing that, Eddie. He's crazy and mean"

"He's an asshole. The biggest. And he deserves to be pitied. Dude doesn't know where his place is. And no one can call you a bitch"

"You called Chrissy a bitch" You remind him and he tilts his head.

"Because she is" Your mouth opens in full shock, he's still wearing a peaceful expression on his face. "I've been thinking about a shit ton of stuff. Things she would do and would never do when we were together, and– Sadly, you're right"

It comes out with a hurting tone, and you feel sad for him. But it means he's finally getting over her and moving on from their relationship. If there ever was one to begin with.

You give him a comforting smile, squeezing his hand tightly. "I'm sorry, Eddie. You're so much better than that and you don't deserve her. Neither does she deserve someone like you"

He squeezes your hand back and for a fraction of time, his first reaction was to place his free hand over your jaw and rub your cheek with his thumb. But then Steve called out to you both and your little bubble was broken by his voice. He doesn't even notice what just happened between you two.

"By the way, I can't give you a ride back today. I gotta go to work earlier with Rob"

Eddie removed his hand from yours. The one that was halfway through touching your face, he used to brush his hair. "I can take her home, dude. No worries"

"You're giving me a ride back to your house?" He laughed and pinched your cheeks, pursing his lips.

"No, you dummy. I meant taking you back to your house"

You nod timidly for misunderstanding what he just said. You feel your face getting warm and you're pretty sure you're red because of the embarrassment. Steve chuckles next you, getting elbowed on his side for the second time in a week.

-

You and Eddie still haven't talked about anything that has been happening between you two since your first conversation about your feelings. He hasn't even been honest with you about his own feelings and instead, he was trying to avoid the conversation with you. He was probably too traumatized to bring up the subject, afraid of being rejected even though you made it clear that you like him. 

You’re sitting on the kitchen island stool at your house with Robin, Nancy and Max. Steve was throwing a gathering for a few people, but turns out, reefer Rick decided to invite the rest of the school. Obviously, it didn’t include the basketball team or the cheerleaders.

Him and his friends were having a nice conversation by the porch, while Eddie, his friends and the boys were playing foosball outside your backyard. Robin couldn’t stop talking about Vicky and Nancy tries to give her some advice even though she’s only been with guys. You watch the conversation unfold next to Max, who’s bored out of her mind. She’s resting her face against her hand, tapping her fingers against the furniture. 

She laughs at some jokes Robin makes, but it doesn’t look like she’s interested. You haven’t talked much to her lately, so you try to distract her from being bored. 

“What are your plans after school?” She looks at you with a funny expression, grimacing at the thought of being an adult. 

“Maybe I’ll move out from this hell and become a veterinarian” Max shrugs, drinking her coke from the can. “What about you? Why did you even come back?”

You didn’t know exactly why. You just knew you didn’t want to live with your parents forever, but you also didn’t want to come back to the place that made you go away, for instance. Your shoulders slump and you give a deep sigh. 

“I like living with Steve, and I didn’t want to live with my parents forever. I think I like this place” Your words made her almost choke on her drink and she laughed. Max laughs so hard, it’s even weird to see her like this after everything that happened to her.

“That’s plain bullshit. Who could ever want to come back to this godforsaken place? Nope, there’s gotta be a better reason” She’s right, you don’t have a good reason or even an explanation. 

Little did you know.

Dustin calls out your name from the door and waves at you. You get up from the stool and follow behind him to the backyard. Eddie is smoking weed with Gareth and the others are playing a match on the foosball. The curly boy guides you to where he’s sitting and makes you sit in front of him. 

“You know I’m a master at playing games and figuring out stuff, right?” You also knew he had the biggest ego for someone so small too. You just nod and wait for him to continue.”Steve also told me you’re a mastermind. So, I wanna know how I can build this small device with the smallest amount of pieces I can” 

He shows you a device you have no idea that is. All you know it’s something digital. You inspect it, squinting your eyes harder than you can to figure out what it is for. Behind you, Eddie and Gareth expectantly wait for you to say something. They clearly look high already. 

It takes you a few minutes to decide what could work for that little device, so you explain it to the kid in front of you and show him the options. He looks at you with delight and smiles. Dustin has the most endearing smile you’ve ever seen. He’s also nice, smart and caring. 

“Dude, she’s a genius!” He exclaims with excitement, happy to be helped by you. 

“She’s always been a brain. But she sucks at math” Eddie helps you up but you manage to trip over his foot even though you haven’t been drinking that much. 

You fall into the comfortable grass and laugh your ass off from being so damn clumsy and he looks at you like you’ve grown seven heads, while Gareth cackles along with you for God knows why. He’s not even paying attention to what’s really happening. 

“Hey-” You choke on your own laugh “Not every brilliant mind knows everything”

He extends his hand and firmly grabs you up again. This time, he makes sure you won’t trip, but you had other plans in mind and pulls him as hard as yo ucan. Eddie falls onto the grass by your side and cracks up, standing on his elbows. He offers you a beer and you sit next to him, taking a swig from your beer as he also offers you the blunt he’s holding. 

You haven’t smoked weed in such a long time. In fact, the last time you smoked one was before you moved out from Texas, but it wasn’t the same thing as sharing it with your friend. You inhale the smoke and it fills in your lungs, giving you a relaxing sensation. 

“It’s great that you helped Dustin. He’s a really cool guy and he likes to blend people in our groups, especially you. Steve is gonna love seeing his sister getting along with his friends too” He smokes again as you pass his weed back and you nod. 

It really makes you happy to be part of Steve’s group of friends. Through the past weeks, you’ve noticed how close they all are to each other and how caring they are. It crosses your mind that maybe it’s because of everything they’ve been through together, and it reminds you that you never knew what really happened to Eddie. 

“What happened to you last year? I mean, Steve doesn’t say much about the others because every experience is different, but he told me he pretty much almost died too” You remember when he showed you the scar on his neck, telling you how those bats almost choked him to death.

Eddie bit his inner cheek and looked down at his feet. Maybe that was a dangerous territory to reach. His eyes suddenly became kind of dull when he stared back at you, roaming through your expression of not knowing what to say anymore. 

“I mean, if you really don’t want to talk about it-” 

He passed the blunt back to you again and sighed. A heavy one, to be honest “They… they almost choked me too. But the worst part was still yet to come. They chewed on me. They ripped my skin open and it was hard to breathe, and you know I’m asthmatic so it was a hundred times harder to find oxygen” 

His words were heavy and he shifted on his seat, sitting straight. As soon as you both finished smoking, Eddie took his leather vest off, lifting up his shirt so you could see some of his scars. They weren’t as nasty as you’d imagine since it’s been only a year, but they were still there. 

He turned on his back to you and you could see a round shaped bite the size of your palm. That one was the most visible, it also had a bump on it. You hesitantly ghosted your thumb over his skin, gently pressing against it with horror stamped on your face. He flinched as a reflex and you pulled back immediately, apologizing for pushing the boundaries. 

“It’s okay… it’s just- It doesn’t hurt much. It’s just a weird sensation it gives me” He sits back and drinks the rest of his beer. 

“I’m sorry this happened to you. I know you were all trying to save Max out there and I’m glad you came back” You feel like you wanna hug him, but instead you snake your arm around his and rest your head against his shoulder. 

He leans against you and you feel the weight of his head over yours, his hair tickling your face again. You smell his scent and again it makes you feel unsteady. Eddie starts to feel weird because of how his heart is racing and the only thing he wants to do is interlock his fingers with yours. 

As you sit there and share a moment for the first time, you know why you came back to Hawkins. Because of him. And right there, you feel lightheaded because that’s what you’ve been wanting to do for as long as you’ve known. And Eddie doesn’t think much about it, but he also knows why you two always have shared this different connection. Because now he knows that’s what he wanted too. 

He just didn’t want you to know that surviving the attack from the bats came with a consequence, and he didn’t want to scare you.

⋆˚✿˖°

@thegirlthatsfalling @strangemaximoff @readergf @sheneedsrocknroll92

[disneyprincemuke]

just friendly dating advice * fem!driver

she throws her head back slightly when max puts a button down in front of her. she turns her head to alex, folding his arms over his chest.

"what are we doing here?" she asks, raising her eyebrows. she turns to the door, that's just closed, leaving her in a dimly lit room while surrounded by her older colleagues. "where are logan and oscar going?"

"we've been made aware that you," lando sighs with a shake of his head and pursed lips, "suck at dating."

"what?"

"oscar just told us the story of another failed date. another!" max cries. "and you let yourself get ghosted by this guy? seriously, who are you?"

"it was one date, and you can't even lie properly! i told logan that story when i came home from that date!" she shrieks, pushing the chair back and standing up. "you spied on me, didn't you?"

"we weren't spying on you, we simply ended up in the same restaurant," alex explains, rolling his eyes. "it's not another jacob elordi situation, calm down."

"really? what time did we arrive at the said restaurant? where were you sitting?"

"private room. you were sat in the booth by the entrance with your back to the door," max rambles. "okay, listen. do you even know how to sift out guys?"

"do you think i'm naïve? i've dated plenty men!"

"really? but can you tell the subtext of what a guy is saying to you when you're out on a date?" george raises an eyebrow, pressing his lips together. "i didn't think so."

"you didn't even give me the chance to answer you!" she squeaks, yelping loudly when max pushes her down back into her chair. "let me go! i've got a team meeting - seb won't be happy about this."

"we're distracting him," lando grins. "let's play a game."

"no."

"anyway," george rolls his eyes, holding his arms up. "we're going to say something and you tell us what's really being said."

"no."

lando shakes his shoulders out and stretches his neck from side to side. he pops his arms out and adjusts the sleeves of his sweater. "i'm staying in a hotel right now."

"i like to travel," she points out with a small smile.

"wrong," max shakes his head disapprovingly. he immediately reaches out and presses the button, filling the room with a loud buzzer sound. "homeless. and, means he moves around a lot. unstable. red flag."

"pervert," alex nods knowingly at her with a small smile.

"guys, do you know we spent half our years in hotel rooms?" she screams, rolling her eyes. "are you kidding?"

lando pulls his sleeves up. he smiles widely. "my mum is just the most amazing woman in the world."

"family oriented. i love my mother!"

max rings the buzzer again. "virgin."

"somehow also a pervert," alex frowns.

lando straightens his shirt. he pulls his sleeves down and ruffles his hair. "i kind of prefer public transportation."

she presses her lips together. "earth conscious!"

"multiple duis," max says along with the buzzer.

alex takes the buzzer into his hands. he presses it, prolonging it. "pervert."

she stands up and takes the buzzer from alex's hands. "i hate all of you," she scolds, pointing a finger at each of them. they flinch back slightly, but george simply wraps his hand around her finger and lowers her hand with a friendly smile.

"we're just looking out for you."

"you, maybe i believe," she scoffs. "but these losers? out to bother me!" she flashes them the buzzer again. "i'm taking this with me! leave me alone!"

taglist: @wcnorris @treehouse-mouse @laura-naruto-fan1998 @mindless-rock @vellicora @leilanixx @ironmaiden1313 @angsthology @cherry-piee @christianpulisic10 @elliegrey2803 @cashtons-wife @sadg3 @a10vely-yutazen @mellowarcadefun @glitterf1 @megatrilss1885 @peqch-pie @gentlyweeps-world @woozarts @inejismywife @meadhgbcavanagh @2bormaybenot @love4lando

[luveline]

Hello!! For the zombie au, I would love to see something (no pressure at all tho - I love you and any of your writing regardless ❤️❤️) where the reader gets overwhelmed at the camp and goes off on her own for a bit, causing Steve to go absolutely insane with worry in the meantime. Totally up to you whether something dangerous actually happens or not. Thanks a ton either way!!

thank you for your request! i didn’t make him as worried as I could’ve potentially so please request again if this isn’t quite what you meant! zombie au steve x fem!reader

There are three different children having tantrums at breakfast. You wince at the sound, hands at your knees and squeezing, looking for relief. You have a headache the size of Mount Everest, in the midst of recovery from a cold that had you weak with fever and aching, and this isn't what you'd pictured when you crawled out of your tent this morning. 

Steve had been snoring, and Robin's newly adopted cat had been restless, climbing up and down your bodies like you were nothing more than lumpy pillows, and combined with your headache it had been a little too much to bear. Rather than wake either of them to amend their problems, you saw no harm in getting up for a walk and a moment's respite in the small communal area of camp near the fire pit. 

The fire hasn't been lit. For a while you'd all operated on nocturnal time, worried your smoke trail would attract the unkind, but it hasn't been a feasible plan to stay that way with so many young children living in the commune. These days you make very small fires when you need to warm food or boil water, and you try to stick to dry wood to minimise the amount of smoke. 

You're not sure what's causing the tantrums, perhaps they're setting each other off, but things are starting to get too much for a second time. Without a friend at your side, it's easy to fall into despair. You're sick without medicine, you've been sleeping on the floor outdoors for weeks and it's making you incredibly sore. The children are here and alone and most of them are orphans now because the unspeakable happened and it keeps on happening. Your life is a tragedy novel, the situation is dismal, and you're not sure life is ever going to get better. 

You stand up and walk for the river. The sound of rushing water will cover everything else, at the least, and there's a tree you can climb with minimal effort, a branch you can perch on that's high enough that nothing can reach you while you're overstimulated and distracted.

Today could be a good day. You need to clear your head first, is all. 

—

Steve frowns at the empty blankets beside him. He'd prefer you didn't leave without waking him, 'cos he won't be able to breathe properly until he knows you're okay. He wishes he lived in a world —that you all did— where you could go wherever you liked without telling him and he wouldn't need to worry. He hates that he needs to know where you are. 

He wiggles his toes in his shoes, trying to wake them up as he stands from the tent and casts his gaze over the camp. There's a little boy crying near the single fold out table they have. A man scoops him up and starts to rub his back, shushing him. A gaggle of girls laugh beside a small fire, camping pans and cans of soup in tongs held over the flames. Dustin and Will are already up, coming back from the river with a bucket between them. 

"Hey," Steve says, jogging up to them. He looks around. "Seen Y/N?" 

"She wasn't by the river," Will says.

"But we caught you guys a fish," Dustin says. 

Steve looks down into the bucket, where a few smaller carp lie dead. "Oh, nice going. You didn't stab them, right?" 

"We're humane," Dustin says. "You have to debone your own. We're not doing all the work." 

Steve pats his shoulder. "Hey, thanks. Just as soon as I find Y/N." 

He doesn't find you soon. You aren't at the campfire. You aren't in the general area surrounding it. You aren't in someone else's tent, and he's sure they all think he's a control freak for checking. 

He tries to calm down. Chances are you needed the bathroom and wanted privacy. He isn't freaking out, he isn't freaking out, really, he's just– he's thinking logistically, because nothing good happens where he can't see you. 

Steve turns in a frantic circle, eyes everywhere, searching for your hair, your big coat. 

He's about to admit defeat and start shouting your name when you chirp up from behind him. "Hey, handsome. Fancy seeing you here."

He turns, sees you all in one piece in your big warm coat, your clean face shimmering with damp. 

"Oh," he says, feeling like he's been punched, "those losers lied to me. You were by the river?" 

You trudge over long grass to nudge him. "Just for a bit. My head was hurting. I saw them catching fish for a while, they're pretty good, but don't blame them, I don't think they knew I was there." 

"Idiots," he says, not meaning it. His head is pounding. "Why, where were you?" 

"Sitting on the 'dangerous' tree branch." 

He takes your shoulders into his hands. He can see you preparing for a kiss, your eyes closing slowly, your chin lifting just a little. Newsflash! You made him worry and now you're climbing up trees. He shakes you gently, and when it doesn't upset you, he shakes you more. You laugh infectiously and let your head loll back and forth. You don't ask him to stop, but he feels bad, and he hugs you rather than scramble your brains any further. 

"You have a conniption?" you ask into his neck. 

"Maybe." 

"Sorry, honey," you say, which is funny and sweet, because it's the name he always gives you. 

He rubs your back. "Hmm. I should give you a speech on not wandering off along and unnecessary risks." 

"Don't do that." 

"No, I'm going to, actually." 

He sits you by the fire and makes breakfast. The speech isn't a speech, really, just an excuse to talk at you, thankful that he still can. You give him all the meatballs from the weird canned spaghetti and he starts to forgive you for the heart attack. You wipe a dab of spaghetti sauce off of his lip with your thumb before giving him a peck, and he forgets what he was talking about in the first place.

[suzukiblu]

NaNoWriMo day three; obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU.

Still, Kon's been taking care of himself this long, Tim guesses, so maybe . . .

No. No, this is definitely fucked-up and a terrible idea.

But he has no idea what he should do about it. What he even could do about it.

Kon finishes a whole order of cinnamon bread and is eyeing the next one before they even get back to base. Tim doesn't say anything about it because he's apparently been living on laboratory cafeteria food all this time, but does make him carry the highly precarious stack of food in. In his defense, "precarious stacks" are basically what TTK is made for, and also it'll hopefully distract Kon from potentially feeling weird about getting paid for or eating "too much" or just whatever.

Tim is going to burn Cadmus to the ground and stock up on kryptonite and a whole lot of explosives, but he's going to do it in the least Kon-upsetting way possible. Plus his supervillain timeline is a long-term plan too, and Kon should be eating things that aren't cafeteria food right now. And also not working for and living in a shady lab. And also–

"Shit, do we have any cups left?" Kon asks, looking around with a frown.

"Top of the fridge," Tim says, both because it's his job to know as much information as possible and because he's trying to avoid stressing himself out any worse. Stress is not productive. It's not going to fix the problem. Kon doesn't even want him to fix this problem.

"Cool," Kon says, then thumps the stack of pizza boxes down on the table and goes right for the cinnamon bread again, flipping the box open as he heads off to, presumably, retrieve the cups. Tim is entirely unsurprised and has no illusions that he'll be getting any of it himself.

He arranges the pizza boxes and everything else they ordered a little more accessibly on the table, trying not to obsess over the problem of Kon's current lifestyle. He's living in a lab getting by on cafeteria food and not getting properly compensated for doing a dangerous job and doesn't know Superman has a secret identity and is never, ever anything but "Superboy" himself. He doesn't have another identity to hide inside or fall back on or just take a break in. Didn't even have a real name until just recently, and that real name isn't anything he can use outside of still being Superboy.

Tim can't imagine never being able to take off Robin, but Kon probably can't imagine ever having to take off Superboy.

Tim doesn't even know what that would feel like.

Kon comes back with the cups, tosses them on the table, and stuffs another chunk of the already half-gone cinnamon bread into his mouth. Tim is starting to doubt the quality of that cafeteria even more than he reflexively did.

He opens the Zesti and pours them both a cup, and Kon looks oddly–not surprised, exactly? But a little puzzled, almost, watching Tim fill a cup for him.

"I can pour my own drink, Rob, geez," he snorts.

"I had it open already," Tim replies with a carefully dismissive shrug, screwing the lid back on the two-liter. Kon huffs, but picks up a cup and takes a drink.

"Sure, whatever," he says. "This is so much pizza, man. Think we can get through it all or should we call in Imp for backup?"

"If we do that, we're not getting any of it," Tim points out dryly.

"Okay, good point," Kon says. "Guess that's why you're the one in charge here, Wonder Boy."

"I had to get my qualifications from somewhere," Tim says, sparing him a wry smile. Kon sniggers, then rips off another chunk of the cinnamon bread and holds the mostly-empty rest of the box out to him. Tim blinks, a little surprised, but takes the last piece. "Thanks."

Note to self: Kon really likes cinnamon. Or icing, maybe. Or both.

Actually, that thought makes Tim feel a little flustered over Kon giving him the last piece of the cinnamon bread, given how thoroughly he destroyed the rest of it. Which is stupid, since he also hogged the rest of it and could've shared way more than just the last piece, the asshole.

Tim is absolutely still flustered anyway, though.

Yeah, he has it embarrassingly bad.

Ugh.

"Sure, man," Kon says, flashing him a grin. Tim swears to himself that this bastard can never, ever know how cute that grin makes him. If Kon knew he had a crush on him, he would be absolutely insufferable about it. Insufferable and smug.

Or, possibly, uncomfortable and freaked out. Or worse, angry and hateful. But Tim would rather not assume the absolute worst of an ally who almost counts as a friend, to whatever extent he can count anyone who hasn't seen his actual face before as a friend.

Both more and less than the guys at school, probably.

Tim's not sure what that actually says about his life these days.

But Kon . . . Tim doesn't really think Kon would be an asshole about it, if he knew Tim wasn't entirely straight. He's never really said anything to give him that impression.

He'd definitely be unbearable, though, so Tim will be taking the secret of this particular inadvisable crush to his grave, please and thank you.

They both sit down at the table–well, Tim sits, Kon more sprawls, and looks unfortunately attractive doing it–and grab a couple slices apiece and then crack open the wings. Kon eats much faster than Tim, who deliberately takes his time about it. Technically, avoiding getting pizza grease and barbecue sauce on his gloves is reason enough to do that, which is what he's going to point out if Kon comments on it, but obviously he's doing it to make sure Kon gets to eat as much as he wants.

Seriously. Cafeteria food for every meal. And not from a private school or fancy company's cafeteria; from an underground cloning lab with, again, incredibly dubious ethics.

Tim really can't imagine Cadmus is all that committed to food safety and quality, given all the human rights violations they've committed in just their day-to-day operations–to say nothing of any special projects like Kon.

Maybe Tim should release all their classified files onto the internet and just let whatever happens to them as a result happen.

. . . no, no, nobody needs any random weirdos on the dark web reverse-engineering any Kryptonian DNA or anything. Which they definitely would. Hell, just the front page of Reddit and a few YouTube comments would probably be enough to do it, and then somebody'd try to actually go and produce it "just to see".

Though it's still tempting, honestly.

Extremely tempting.

"Are you going to be here next weekend?" Tim says once Kon's mauled his way through a good dozen wings and four slices of pizza with very little sign of slowing down, and Kon stuffs most of another slice into his mouth with an easy shrug. He still looks cute even with terrible table manners, Tim notes resignedly. How is that possible? Why is that even a thing?

Kon is so goddamn annoying that way.

"Probably, yeah," Kon says around a mouthful of pizza before shoving the rest of the slice into his mouth. Tim watches in vague revulsion, wondering how he still finds him cute.

Gross, definitely, but still cute all the same.

"I mean, unless Cadmus needs me for something, anyway," Kon amends as he gets himself another slice. "Sometimes there's emergencies and shit, you know how it is."

"Definitely," Tim agrees, though "and shit" doesn't really cover Gotham-level disasters, as a descriptor. Still gets the point across, so whatever. "I'll be here, barring Gotham."

"You mean barring Batman," Kon snorts, rolling his eyes, and Tim feels a very weird way about the fact that Kon doesn't have a Batman in his life. Well–doesn't have a Bruce in his life, more like.

Or a Jack Drake.

It's kind of a sad thought, to be honest, though it probably makes the vigilante work a lot easier.

"Barring Batman," Tim agrees again, smiling wryly. "You realize you have a boss too now, right?"

"I could still be Superboy if I quit Cadmus, though," Kon says, which is a valid point, if not quite the one Tim was trying to make. "No way Batman wouldn't flip shit if you kept being Robin out from under his big black cape."

"Well, historically that hasn't always gone so well," Tim says, taking a sip of his Zesti. Kon tilts his head, looking curious.

"Wait, you've actually done that before?" he asks. "Seriously?"

"There's been other Robins, you know," Tim reminds him, wry again. Kon blinks.

"More than one?" he asks. "I thought it was just you and that Nightwing dude. Who else?"

It occurs to Tim, very suddenly, that Kon not only wasn't a superhero when Jason was Robin, he didn't even exist when Jason was Robin. He wouldn't have heard anything when it happened, even in rumors, and it's not like many people talk about Jason now, even in the community. At least not anywhere that Tim's ever heard, anyway.

Admittedly, that might be survivorship bias, all things considered.

"My immediate predecessor," Tim says carefully, taking another sip. "After Nightwing and before me. He's–not active anymore."

"Dead or just maimed?" Kon assumes. Tim doesn't bother wondering why "retired" doesn't occur to him as an option.

It's Kon. Of course "retired" wouldn't occur to him.

[oogaboogaspookyman]

@sm-baby

I COULD BE HAPPY WITH SOMEONE NEW BUT MY HEART ACHES

[JUST FOR YOU]

It's been a while, hasn't it?

The office door creaks open

"Heya Pom! Brought back the paper i asked you yesterday?" Jax sounded so cheery. So happy while you just sat there on the chair like a drunkard... Well he's not a romance guy, of course he would be happy on his own. Damn rabbit.

"Not a word? What, still miss Sir Dentures?" He chuckles. He doesn't stop chuckling. What a clown... Thinks the jester. Ironic.

"Hm..."

His smile fades into a sincere frown.

Sigh

"Look here, Pom... It was necessary. He's free, paid for restoring us, we're all good now. No more murder and i got my nice charming scarf back and my favorite brushes, i'm the cool art teacher again!"

"So turn the dumb frown upside down aaaand please give me the paper i asked you? Please and thank you?"

"You're not a romance guy, of course you're fine. [___]hole..."

...

Oh...

"Oh for the love of- the censor is still here?! God darn it, i wanna say the f word for once! I loved doing that!"

You grip onto the table until it began to crack at the memory of him. Him, him, him. That stupid fucking human.

"Pom you may wanna lay off the grip there, i paid a lot for tha-"

A chunk is crushed. Like paper.

...

"Ah..."

Pomni lets go, revealing the chokehold put on the table left a permanent mark.

"Did ya dissociate again? I spoke well 'n clear, i paid a lot for that one!"

"Suck me, rabbit, you can get your s[__]t yourself" Pomni gets up and storms off from the office with no more words.

"Eh... Christ she's not okay..." Jax sighs

"Wonder if things coulda been better?"

Nobody helps at all.

Gangle offered to distract her, have a play, but Pomni wasn't in the mood.

Zooble offered a smoke but she didn't wanna try that kind of stuff.

Bubble is too much of an agent of chaos to give a shit, offered to commit "one (1) arson".

Kinger is just too far gone in his dementia, lucid when it was fucking funny and nothing more...

Nobody helps.

He knew how to help...

Only he knew...

Him...

The door to Ragatha's room creaks open

"Oh hey Pomni! How's your day go... Oh..." Ragatha notices Pomni is not any form of happy, if anything she looks like she's empty inside and wants to die...

"Oh you're not alright... Would you like to talk over tea..?"

"Mm... Will you let me vent properly?" Pomni groaned, still doubting that she won't pull out the whole everything is fine bullshit

"Oh- u-uhm- yes of- of course! Of course, i- i apologize for my past behavior, i really wasn't in my... B- best moments, at the time..." Ragatha stuttered. Don't stutter, you pretentious... ... Anyhow.

"Okay... Do you remember... Caine?" Ragatha already caught wind of the situation...

"The human with the dentures head? Yes, i remember him just fine, he restored us..."

"Yeah..."

"He was a good man, although didn't have the best manners he was alright nonetheless, knew how to make some laugh..." Ragatha and Pomni chuckled at the memory of Caine's wacky way with words. Jumping jellybeans? Seriously? That's a man right there!

A good dude...

"..." Pomni's pupils turned into black scribbles at the thought of him. The chuckling had faded as soon as it started, replaced by...

"I loved that human, if i'm being honest... He knew how to cheer me up, how to make the situation seem less bigger than it actually is... He knew how to kiss, god did he know..." Ragatha let out an "oh my" after hearing Caine kissed her, what else did they do..?!

"He... He was... He's amazing. Just that, amazing..." Pomni sighed, sipping on the tea she's given... "I loved him..." She began to sniff, putting down her cup.

"Oh dearie, come here-" Ragatha put down her cup and welcomed Pomni with open arms, knowing full well she needed to let it out of her system.

And that she did. Pomni got up and hugged Ragatha as tight as she could, and began to sob her lonely heart away, "He loved you too, Pomni, that cannot be denied..." Ragatha spoke as she held Pomni close. The poor jester, so alone...

How ironic.

She has friends, and yet she's lonely.

Caine had filled up a hole nobody could fill, and now that he's gotten out of the game after restoring everyone to their better conditions... That hole is empty once more, a gaping void and nothing to fill it.

How lonely this jester must be...

But it was necessary. He's free now.

[blu3-ja3]

It's time for my forgotten baby boy Roach! Please know that while I truly try to keep the 141 in character, I may go a bit OOC. I didn't put this in Soap's post but all of these will have 5 short stories.

1) A Rule O'Connor put in place for the boy

2) The boys first time seeing O'Connor's scar properly

3) O'Connor and Price have a chat

4) Boy learns a little more about O'Connor's Son

5) Something O'Connor learns from the boy after a moment of vulnerability.

!TRIGGER WARNING! Collapsing, Blood, Self Imposed Exhaustion, Dehydration

1) Strung Up

Roach is chaos incarnate, I see him in my office more than anyone else when we're on base. He constantly has a new scrape or bruises that Gaz or Soap drag him into be seen. They both have a standing rule that if they see Roach hurt they have to bring him into my office. Roach is creative with his boredom, one of his favorite hobbies to pass the time is to climb as high as possible. If Roach finds a spot he'll stay there, only coming down to do the essentials like eating at the mess. If he can, Roach would sleep in his little perch.

It was a quiet day at Bastion. I was sat in my office doing nothing in particular when Gaz appeared in my office door. He looked around very frantically.

"Cig? What're you looking for?"

"Have you seen Roach? I've not seen him since yesterday when we got back."

"Not even for breakfast we had muffins."

"No! It's why I'm looking for him, Soap saved him two muffins."

"Well where have you looked, it's a large base."

It took everyone an hour to finally catch a glimpse of Roach, he was tucked into a random corner at the very top of the hanger hidden behind a half wall. Ghost spotted the young man's boot, it could only be seen from a certain angle. Roach wasn't responding to anyone and it was getting nerve wracking.

"Does anyone see a way to get up there? I'm not sure we have a ladder tall enough to get up there."

"I think I have an idea. Price can you see about clearing out this hanger. Gaz go, get the climbing equipment and two body harnesses, they should be in the left closet of the rec room. Ghost go, into my barracks and grab the bag that's closest to the bed. Soap I need you to find something that's heavy but we're able to throw over those rafters." I rushed into my office and grabbed my stethoscope, blood pressure gauge, and some liquid Pedialyte.

I reappeared to the same spot at about the same time as most everyone else, Ghost was the last to come , carrying my bag. Everyone immediately started getting to work. We decided it would be best for Gaz to go up and rig Roach, they're both light and it would be easy for me and Ghost to heighten and lower the two.

Roach was up all night, not able to sleep and found the first spot he couldn't be disturbed. How he got up there even he doesn't know. I told him that for now on he has to check and make sure at least one of the 141 could get up there as well. He was also given a map of all the bases and buildings and was told to write down every spot he has.

2) Carrie

I'm on a semi-undercover operation with Roach, we've made our way into a butchery that has the potential to be a front for some not so savory activities. This was a last minute lead but it's our only lead for the missing General so here we are. Neither of us have our typical gear so I'm a little on edge checking every room before entering. We know there's likely no one here as Ghost and Soap are enacting a distraction plan. But we had to make this quick.

Roach moves ahead of me and pushes open the door. I hear it and move before processing what's happening. Diving forward I shoved Roach through the door as liquid spilled onto my head and down my back. The smell of iron and acrid, a smell I know all too well. Blood, I was covered in blood and who knows what else.

"Doc? Shit we've got to get you cleaned up! What the bloodly hell was that?"

I felt a hand grab me, before I pulled myself away. "DON'T! Don't touch me! Roach we don't know what is in this! We have to get out and quickly can you radio Price?" I grab my shirt and pull it off, wiping off my head and face while Roach finishes calling Price.

"Do you want my hoodie?"

"Keep it we need to slip out quickly, we'll deal with all of this once at the safe house." I grab a nearby butcher's smok and ran. The whole time I feel like there's eyes on me, staring at my scar. It puts me even more on edge as we move through the streets.

Once back at the safe house I pushed past quickly and made my way towards the shower. I kept it cold and drenched myself quickly, removing what clothes I could salvage. I did my best to wash away the blood in my hair and on my skin. I was lucky that it only seems to be blood and nothing else. But only time will tell, here's hoping.

"Um Doc?"

"Yes Roach, I'm okay!"

"Well my hoodie is hanging on the doorknob... Since your shirt is ruined!"

I poke my head out and grab the hoodie before slipping it on. Its fit was slightly baggie on my frame, because despite the fact that I'm taller than Roach he was definitely bigger than me. I left my hair down to dry easier and thankfully my shirt was the only article of clothes covered in the blood.

"Thank you for the hoodie, Bug."

"There's an extra set of clothes here but the shirt is a short sleeve. I know you like to keep covered up because of the ya'know scars... OH! Not to say that you should keep covered up I just meant-"

I hold up my hand with a soft smile.

"It's fine Bug, it's a creature comfort. I really do appreciate it."

"Yeah! I like that, creature comfort."

The conversation continued until Soap and Ghost returned and we all made our way to extraction. After going through the quarantine protocols and being cleared I made my way to Roach and returned his hoodie.

3) Playful Pup

"Are you positive he can handle this kind of responsibility. I love Roach but the boy forgets to take care of himself when we're on base, do you really think he can handle a dog?"

"Yes, I think he'll take better care of himself with the dog. Trust me John, I saw how he looked at the pup. He was enthralled and so focused."

" If he can't handle it you'll be the one to take the dog away? I'm not breaking that boy's heart."

"I promise, if Roach can't handle the dog I'll be the one to be mean. But I know it won't come to that. I really do think this will be the best thing for Roach."

4) A Face To The Name

I step into my office only to notice a figure sitting in my chair. They're hunched forwards staring at something in their lap so it takes me a moment to realize who's in my office.

"How's she cuttin' Bug?"

I see the young man jump a bit before whipping his head towards me, his mouth, nose, and neck covered by one of his masks. Freckles cheeks stained by tears, his dark brown eyes welling up with fresh tears. I rush towards the young man before crouching down next to him.

"Roach! What's wrong lad?" I let go of his hands as he begins frantically signing.

'I didn't mean to go through your desk but your office is always so quiet, I needed a place to calm down! Then I got bored!'

I look down at what Roach has in his lap. My heart jumps to my throat. A small framed picture of a young man smiling into the camera, he's wearing a simple blue shirt that makes his curly ginger hair almost glow. He's smiling, there's a healthy blush on his freckled cheeks. His blue and brown eyes have a spark of pure glee and life.

Tears begin well up in my eyes, it has been a little too long since I've seen my son. I forgot I even had this here. I take a deep breath and reach to rub the tears from my eyes.

'Is this him? William?'

I nod to Roach. I don't trust my voice right now and I can't seem to get my hands move, so I can't sign back to Roach.

'Yes, this is the last photo he took before...' I vaguely gestured.

I pick up the framed picture and stand up. I take a deep breath as I walk to a shelf behind my desk and find a spot to place the picture of my son.

I turn back to Roach and eventually we make our way to the mess hall. I chatted with Roach, answering every question he has about William.

5) A Little More Trust

I stand outside with Soap as we watch the rest of the 141 comes of the Boeing. I'm still recovering from several fractured ribs and Soap's currently waiting for his broken arm to heal. They've all arrived from an op near Urzikstan, I didn't get many details from Price or Laswell. I'm happy to see most everyone back in one piece, Price was helping Kyle off the Boeing.

I learned that about mid-way through their op Gaz took a lovely little tumble tweaking his knee. After getting Gaz check out everyone meets up in the cantina and chatting. Roach isn't here yet so we wait for a bit, the cantina clears out. Its an empty room aside from our little table, Gaz and Soap are chatting together while Ghost has a very cuddly Soap at his side. Gaz is leaning back against Price with his leg propped up on the bench.

The tall figure of Roach appears beside the table, he's pale with heavy bags under his eyes and a bit of sweat on his temples. I open my mouth to ask him if he's feeling alright before the boy collapses next to the table. Ghost is quick enough to grab him before he falls completely to the floor but not fast enough to prevent the sergeant from knocking his head against the table.

"Shit! Gary? Lad!"

Price moves to the other side of Roach's collapsed form. Everyone begins to move to check on their friend and help get him to my office. He's carried to the cot on the far side of the room and set down. I shooed everyone back while I work to remove unnecessary articles of clothing. He's wearing tons of layers so I remove enough for me to check everything, I feel bad removing the boys mask so I don't. I work the best I can and check everything I can to find out the cause for Roach's collapse is. I tell everyone to go eat and I'll come get them once Roach wakes.

I'm sat writing a baseline report of Roach's condition and what could likely be the culprit. He seems to have severe dehydration and a heavy lack of sleep. He over worked himself while on op and got very little sleep. The dehydration was a bit extreme even with the climate they were in, so it's likely that Roach has been wearing the multiple layers while in the field. Eventually Roach wakes up, I moved towards handing him a water bottle and an apple.

"Roach darling? Are you okay?"

"M'fine, gotta a bloody pounding in my head."

I nod before pushing "Roach, you collapsed. You've been out for a few hours and you're severely dehydrated."

"You know where we were sent, yeah? Everyone's a little lackin' Doc."

"Roach, I'm trying to be nice. What's with all the layers lad? I could tell by the smell you've not taken them off for a bit ya?"

Roach nods "Not feeling very comfortable in my own skin, the layers helped. Brought some comfort, kept eyes off of me. The more layers felt better, it was hot but I could handle the heat."

"But the only eyes were the boys, none are going to judge you Roach."

"Then why do you still wear your long sleeves around them? We've all seen your arm and neck but you still wear your long sleeves Doc... Bit hypocritical isn't it?"

" A little but I haven't collapsed."

"Yet."

I sighed "Go to the mess, get some food then get to the rec everyone will meet you there."

I make my way into my barracks after escorting Roach out of my office. Once inside I pull off the turtle neck long sleeve and go to my trunk, I dig to the very bottom grabbing a tank top, then my hoodie, and put both on. I walk into the rec room to find everyone there.

"How's she cuttin' boys?"

I walk over and sit down on the couch next to Ghost, Soap is next to him in a cushioned chair. Roach is across from him with Gaz and Price taking the smaller couch. On the table in the middle is a game of Uno. After the round ends I join in as well. We got about half through when I set my card face down and stood up. I pulled off my hoodie and sat back down.

"You're sleeves looking good Maevis, see you finally got the skeleton."

"Nice new canvas for you to color on Johnny, nice for it not to be me for a change."

I smiled towards Roach and gave him a small nod. I sign 'No Pressure but they won't judge us'

He nods and takes off his hoodie as well leaving in a grey shirt but he keeps his mask on. We continued our game chatting about everything from what my next tattoo would be, to what Ghost might to get tattooed next, to Price cheating somehow. This continued into the night before we called it and turned in for the night.

COD Master List

[aishangotome]

Roger Barel: Chapter 4

Chapter 3 Letter

♡———♡

Alfons led me to a room in the mansion...

Alfons: Take a peek inside.

I peeked through the crack in the door to see a strange sight.

Glass inhalation devices were lined up, and partygoers with glazed eyes were scattered throughout the room.

I quietly closed the door, trying not to make a sound.

Roger: Those vacant eyes mean they're high.

Kate: ..................

The purpose of pleasure--I felt like I had been shown in one glance the effects of this drug.

Alfons: As you can see, a laughing gas show was being held.

Alfons: Oh, what pleasant faces.

I gave Alfons a reproachful look as he spoke cheerfully, while Roger calmly analyzed the drifting smell.

Roger: This scent... it's ether.

Kate: Ether?

Roger: Ether is a type of anesthetic and is actually used in medical treatment.

Roger: But personally, I have doubts about its use.

Kate: Why?

Roger: Of course, there's no problem if it's used properly with expertise, but it's a dangerous substance for amateurs to handle.

Roger: An overdose can be fatal in the worst case scenario. In addition, this drug is highly addictive.

Roger: They probably turned to it to escape reality or for pleasure, but the risk is too high. It's a foolish act.

However, Alfons disagreed with this sound opinion.

Alfons: Is that so? Reality is full of shit... Sometimes you need to escape to live.

Roger: Running away doesn't change the shitty reality. It only makes it more empty.

Alfons: I hate that part of you, it makes me sick.

Kate: Um, you two shouldn't be arguing...!

When I quietly stopped them, they both looked away from each other.

Roger: ...We could just leave it alone, but it's an order from Her Majesty. "Stop the danger."

Alfons: We're not heroes of justice, you know.

Roger looked at Alfons and me with serious eyes.

Roger: Ether vapor reacts to fire and can easily explode. Ventilate immediately and confiscate the evidence.

Roger: Kate, you stay outside in the hallway. Don't go inside.

Kate: Yes, sir!

--This is where the "Crown's" work begins.

*...awhile later*

(I hope Roger and Alfons are okay...)

While the two of them went to deal with the ether, I was left to wait in the deserted hallway.

Just then, the grandfather clock in the hallway chimed loudly...

(Oh, that startled me...)

The clock chimed past midnight, and I was so distracted by it that I didn't notice the sound of the door behind me opening, the one I thought was an empty room.

???: Oh my, I didn't know we had a new guest.

Kate: ...!

By the time I turned around, my hand had already been grabbed...

The room I was dragged into was also filled with the smell of ether.

There was no one else around, and it seemed that the gentleman had been enjoying inhaling ether alone in this room.

Dazed Gentleman: My fair lady. You came here to forget about reality too, didn't you?

Kate: I, uh... I just got lost in the mansion, so I'll be leaving now!

Dazed Gentleman: If you take two or three puffs of this, you can taste the unknown world of death while still holding your return ticket. Come on...

As if he couldn't hear my voice, the gentleman's eyes were glazed over...

(This guy is already hooked on ether!)

With unfocused eyes, he tried to put a pipe connected to a glass container in my mouth.

Kate: Stop it!

I desperately tried to escape, but the gentleman's grip was too strong.

(What can I do...?)

My heart pounded as I was cornered...

(...Ah...)

Suddenly, a memory from the past flashed through my mind.

*flashback*

Man 1: The delivery was delayed because of construction?

Man 2: That's why we can't have female mail carriers.

Woman 1: Women can't beat men anyway, so it's stupid to fight back, right?

...

Kate: If you don't trust me, you can watch me until you do.

Kate: I'll prove it to you.

--So please, don't kill me.

*flashback over*

I could hear my own voice from somewhere...

(...I don't want to remember...)

A flood of emotions washed over me, and I closed my eyes tightly.

Roger: ...Freeze!

Roger: Let go of her if you don't want a bullet through your heart.

I slowly opened my eyes and the moment Roger's figure came into view, my tension drained away.

Kate: ...Roger...

Roger: Kate, did he make you inhale it?

Kate: No... I'm... okay...

Roger nodded and hit the gentleman in the upper abdomen with the butt of his shotgun.

The unconscious gentleman collapsed to the floor, and Alfons poked his head out from behind the door.

Alfons: We've successfully confiscated the evidence. Let's get out of here.

-

Wary of pursuers and watchful eyes, we made our way home, weaving through the thick darkness that felt like the bottom of the night.

Alfons: It was a very peaceful mission tonight, no blood was shed. It was almost disappointing.

Roger: With this evidence and report, we'll eventually be able to classify ether as a poison and regulate its sale.

Kate: ................

Alfons: Oh, that's right! I happen to have two tickets to a play tonight.

With that, he presented me with...

Kate: These tickets! Aren't they for that hard-to-get play that's been in the news?

Alfons: It seems so. I got them through El's connections...

Alfons: Unfortunately, I have some errands to run, so I can't go. I'll give them to you, why don't you and Roger go see it?

Kate: With Roger...?

I tilted my head, wondering why Roger's name came up...

Alfons: Well then, I'll excuse myself here.

He headed towards the entertainment district and disappeared into the dark valley of buildings.

Kate: Um, what should we do with these...?

Roger: Just so you know, I don't have any hobbies related to the arts, like watching plays or paintings.

Roger: If we go, I'm just accompanying you.

Kate: You were planning on going with me?

That was a bit of a surprise.

(I thought he'd rather go straight to a bar after work than accompany me to something he wasn't interested in.)

Roger: The show starts soon. Let's go.

Kate: Y-yes!

I followed Roger as he walked briskly, as if carrying out a mission.

-

(Wow, it's been a while. This atmosphere...)

The audience, who had been chatting amongst themselves, were all captivated by the glamorous stage once the curtain rose, forgetting about reality.

I love this moment, the moment of falling into a dream.

(But...)

Tonight, for some reason, the content wasn't sinking in at all.

(Watching plays is my only hobby, so to speak, and on top of that, we have such good seats...)

Kate: ...............

The story progressed as if it were passing through my heart.

In the middle of the play, I suddenly noticed a gaze directed at me and looked away from the stage to see my neighbor.

Roger: .................

(........?)

Roger jerked his chin and stood up quietly.

Roger: ...Let's go.

Kate: Huh?

Kate: ...Wait!

-

Kate: Roger, what's wrong with you suddenly leaving? It's rude to the actors to leave your seat--

Roger: You're the one who's acting strange. Your tail has been drooping ever since the mission ended.

(Tail?)

Putting aside the dog treatment, I knew what he meant.

This was the first time I hadn't been able to concentrate on a play.

Roger: I'm sorry for leaving my seat without permission. It's an insult to art.

Roger: But isn't it sadder to watch something you love with feelings you don't like and end up hating it?

--CHOICES--

I don't know why myself

You don't know how I feel

Did I do something strange?

---------------

Kate: Why are you saying that? You don't know how I feel...

I immediately regretted saying that.

Kate: I'm sorry, I went too far...

Roger: Don't worry about it. Not being able to control yourself is also a sign of stress.

(Huh?)

Roger: I'm not a counselor, but you need someone to talk to.

Roger: Kate, look into my eyes.

As I obeyed his words and slowly raised my eyes, our eyes met, enveloped in the lights illuminating Piccadilly.

Kate: ...............

Roger: That's right, that's good. I'll never deny your thoughts, I'll accept anything.

Roger: Kate, what makes you sad?

(What makes me sad is...)

His amber eyes, gazing straight at me, melted my hardened heart.

Kate: ...Just now, I wanted to resist when I was being held down... but I couldn't move.

Roger: You had a distant look in your eyes, like you were remembering something. What did you remember?

*flashback*

Man 1: The delivery was delayed because of construction?

Man 2: That's why we can't have female mail carriers.

Woman 1: It's stupid for women to fight back anyway, since they can't beat men, right?

*flashback over*

Kate: The feeling of being belittled for what I was born with, the feeling of being... disregarded.

Roger: Kate, what makes you angry?

(...Angry?)

(Oh, right...)

Maybe I had been labeling everything as sadness and turning a blind eye to the anger welling up inside me.

Because getting angry wouldn't change anything.

Because I hated to realize that...

...It was easier to give up.

(What was I angry about...?)

*flashback*

Kate: If you don't trust me, you can watch me until you do. I'll prove it to you.

(So please, don't kill me.)

*flashback over*

(When I was brought to Crown Castle, that was the only way I could beg for my life.)

If... if I had been stronger, I might have been able to choose a different way.

There are a lot of things in life that don't go your way.

But--how you deal with them is up to you.

When I realized that, my thoughts poured out of my lips.

Kate: I... I'm so frustrated with my weakness...

Roger: Last question. Kate, what do you want to be?

Kate: I...

.

.

.

.

.

Roger Barel - Chapter 4 Premium Story

If you’d like to support my translations, feel free to buy me a coffee here! :)

[atimeofyourlife]

Falling from the sky

day 16 | rated: g | wc: 636 | prompts: NECROSIS | Swamp | Wound Cleaning | "No, I can't feel anything." | cw: major character injury | ao3 Tommy's helicopter goes down. The 118 respond. (AKA mom said it was my turn on the helicopter crash fic.)

"Mayday, mayday, mayday. This is LAFD chopper 1701. Midair collision with a drone, I've lost control, and going down."

Tommy did his best to get the chopper to go down as safely as possible, but after colliding with a drone that had come out of nowhere, he couldn't pull it back. The only saving grace was that he was over an unpopulated area.

---

Tommy knew he was in and out of consciousness for a bit. The voices around him felt familiar but he couldn't figure them out.

"Tommy. Come on man, you need to wake up." Firm pressure on his chest made him groan.

"Stop." He tried to bat the hands away, but his arms felt way too heavy.

"There he is." Another voice.

He blinked a few times, and was finally able to peel his eyes open properly. It made sense that the voices were familiar, as he was surrounded by the faces of the 118.

"Just hold tight. We'll get you out of here." He was pretty sure that was Eddie talking to him.

"Evan?" He mumbled.

"Outside. Once we knew it was you, Bobby made him hold back. Didn't want him getting distracted. And you would focus on making him feel better than us helping you."

"Tommy, can you feel this?" Howie asked him.

"No. I. I can't feel anything." Tommy replied, knowing it would be bad news. "How bad is it?"

"You know we can't give a definitive answer until we've got you to a hospital and all the scans done." Hen replied as she secured the c-collar around his neck. "Can you move your arms?"

He slowly lifted his arms, they still felt heavy but at least he was able to move them. "Just tell me what you can see. What does it look like?"

"Movement in the upper extremities is a good sign. But not having feeling when Chim put pressure on your hips is concerning. And, um." She trailed off, and Tommy had a feeling he knew what she was about to say.

"Can we get that backboard in here?" He heard Eddie shout.

"Hen. Howie." He said. "I need to know."

"You've lost bladder control." Howie said quietly. "Which could mean nothing, could have been just from the shock of the impact. But-"

"But it's more evidence pointing to a spinal." Tommy finished. He shut his eyes for a moment, feeling embarrassed. He knew he shouldn't, there were bigger things to worry about. But he didn't want his closest friends and his boyfriend to see him like that.

"We're going to move you onto the backboard, then we'll get you out of here." Howie said. "Eddie, d'you want to radio Cap to let them know what's going on?"

"On it."

Tommy knew that this was for Evan's benefit. So he wouldn't be blindsided when he saw how bad it was.

"Cap, we're preparing to move him out." Eddie said.

"How is he?" Evan's voice came over the radio almost instantly.

"Definitely looking at a potential spinal. No movement or sensation in the legs, and loss of bladder control."

Tommy didn't say anything as they got him on the backboard and maneuvered him out of the helicopter.

"Baby." Evan was next to him as soon as he was placed on the waiting gurney. "I've got you."

"I love you, Evan." Tommy said, gripping Evan's hand as tight as he could while he was loaded into the ambulance.

"I love you too, Tommy. Through anything. I'll always be here for you."

"I guess our date on Saturday is out the window, huh." Tommy whispered. "I've got a ring, but no chance of me getting down on one knee now."

"Yes. I don't need a fancy proposal or anything. I'd marry you any day." Evan leaned over and kissed Tommy gently.

[hicomsstuff]

Hockey match

Summary: Chris took me out to watch him play hockey after he wins his game he takes me home because I'm extremely tired but things get a bit heated.

Warnings: smut, fingering, pet names, hickeys, swearing

"Babe!!" Chris shouts from downstairs, "yeah??" I say while coming downstairs to see what he needs

"I have my hockey match today! Wanna come along to watch us?, we will be getting recorded for YouTube though so you might get into the video" "yeah that sounds great! And I don't mind if I get in the video"

"Alright then, well we will leave in about 10 minutes so, get ready!" I go up stairs, as I'm getting changed someone comes in "what the fuck!!" "Woahhh, it's just me, baby" "oh sorry I didn't realise"

"It's all good, fuck you are so beautiful" Chris says while smirking and slapping my ass and grabbing it tightly

Chris sits on the bed watching me get changed, "what are you looking at, hmmm?" I ask him as he stares at my tits

"Oh uh...nothing!!" "Mhm. I'm sure it's nothing" as Chris just sits there I put on his grey fresh love hoodie and sweatpants "I love your clothes so much" "and I love the way they look on you" Chris says while walking over to me kissing my neck then my lips

"Okay well, there's only 5 minutes left to get ready. I'll let you be", as I go into the bathroom i look in the mirror and see chris as given me a fucking hickey "Chris!!, get here right now." "Yeah darling?" "You gave me a fucking hickey on my neck!!" "Oh shit..well you're probably gonna have to cover it up with your makeup or whatever.."

I start to cover it up a lot while it's still bright red, finally I'm done getting ready "alright let's get in the car nick and Matt are waiting for us" we both hop in the back seat as Matt drives to the hockey match

We finally get there, "hold my hand, love" Chris demands me. I grab his hand and he holds it tightly, we get to our table and he's up first thing to compete with the other team

"Go Chris!!" I yell while he smiles at me getting distracted. Later on it's 11:33 at night and they finish at 11:40

Chris and his brothers come back to the table "hey baby" "hey Chris" I say softly. Chris wraps his arm around me and I lean my head on his shoulder as he kisses my head "tired?" "Mhm.."

"We will be going home soon, love". "Chris!!" yells Matt and nick "yeah?" "We are back on let's go or we won't win!!" "Okay I'll be right there!, hey darling I have to go back on but I'll be back in a couple minutes I promise!!"

"It's okay babe! Go have fun", I say while being really proud of him, finally it hits 11:40 and it's time to go home "alrighty let's get you in the car shall we?" I nod my head hoping he would understand

"I'm really proud of you, good job for winning" I say "I love you so much baby"

I start to fall asleep in the car and it's about 5 more minutes until we get home, after a long drive we get home and Chris takes me to our bedroom "we're home, baby. Let me take off your makeup" "no I can do it myself.." I say quietly while shutting my eyes because of how sleepy I am

"You can wash your face and teeth but I'll do this for you" as he finishes taking off my makeup he takes me to wash my face and teeth

I start to hop into bed with my comfy pyjamas on, suddenly I feel Chris kissing me non-stop, "Chris i-"

"Baby..can I please? I want to make you feel good" my eyes open up wide, "okay then..." I say while holding on to Chris face kissing him

Chris pulls down my sweatpants and sees I'm already so fucking wet for him "oh my gosh, your so wet..did I make you feel this way, y/n?"

"Y-yes you d-did" I try to say but I can't seem to speak properly "good, I better have."

Chris puts his thumb against my clit "shitt.." "like it hmm?" "Mhm.." "respond properly or else I won't touch you anymore." Chris wishpers "fuck chris, please give me more, I fucking beg for it"

"Atta girl" Chris sticks two fingers in me as I moan and grunt really loudly

Chris keeps his fingers in me but adds three instead of just two as his fingers stay in me he starts giving me hickeys

He gives me them every on my tits and neck "fuck Chris..i-i-im going t-to cum-" "good girl. I'm going to eat every single drop after, ma"

As I start to cum he takes his fingers out and licks them. then he heads to go down to my pussy to clean up my mess "you taste so fucking good, sweetheart"

I give him a lazy smile while I'm sweating hardly, he pulls up my pants and puts my shirt back on

"You good?" "Mhm.." I say while falling off to sleep while cuddling him and having my head all pushed up against his chest. "I love you so fucking much, your mine." Chris wishpers in my ear softly

"I'm yours, Chris" "exactly, princess. Go off to sleep"

Should I make a part 2??

[changingplumbob]

At the sound of a guest Howard came downstairs and into the kitchen. Glenn was distracted but with werewolf reflexes Silver registered the old spellcaster enter the room.

Howard: Is this Silver?

Glenn: Ah, yeah

Glenn had to untangle himself from his embrace to properly introduce his boyfriend.

Glenn: Grandfather this is Silver. And Silver this is my grandfather Howard

Glenn had imagined how the meeting would go in his head a dozen times or so. He didn't expect what happened though.

Silver: It's a pleasure to meet you Mr Sutherland

Howard: Oh please, call me Howard

Silver: As you wish Howard. You've done an incredible job raising your grandson

Howard: Thank you. He is a good man, quite a catch I imagine

Silver: You're correct. May I have your permission to court him?

Howard: Oh you don't need my permission

Silver: Your blessing then?

Howard: *chuckles* Sure. You have my blessing to court him

Glenn managed to drag Silver away and in to town under the guise of an errand but he just wanted to spend some time alone with him. They found some seats outside the museum and Glenn hoped he wouldn't sound too insensitive but he had to ask.

Glenn: Beefcake... what the heck was that?

Silver: What was what?

Glenn: With grandfather! I thought you were meant to be not good with people

Silver: I'm not good with people

Glenn: Then why did the conversation flow so smoothly?

Silver: I'm... not really sure

Glenn: Well if you had to guess... because you do

Silver: *chuckles* Like riding a bike?

Glenn: What do you mean

Silver: Did you forget about the man that sired me

Glenn: No...

Silver: Did you forget he trained me to take over the pack after the Grayson incident

Glenn: No...

Silver: Then I don't understand why you're confused

Glenn: *sighs* I just didn't expect you to know how to talk so formally

Silver: If it's important enough I guess I do have muscle memory for conversations. Wait- what did you think I was meaning when I said he trained me

Glenn: I was thinking he trained you! Like how to brawl and attack in wolf form

Silver: I mean yeah but there was a lot more to leading the pack than that. We had to be able to communicate with other packs. I had to know how to formally introduce myself

Glenn: And formally propose courtship to other packs

Silver: Yes. We needed to get new blood or the pack would die out so that jerk forced me to talk to countless people about boring topics. Amongst the brawling and attacking

Glenn: Did you ever ah... were you courting someone back then? Before everything...

Silver: Before the pack leader died and everything fell apart? No. It pissed him off but he still kept sending me to other packs to try

Glenn: I can't believe that none of them accepted you

Silver: It was more they didn't accept my pack. Dad was a hardass and everyone knew it. Once mum died of course then we were seen as weak, unable to protect our own

Glenn: So... we're courting now

Silver: Yep

Glenn: Tell me oh ancient one, what does courting involve

Silver: Are you making fun of me

Glenn: *chuckling* Nooooo

Glenn felt Silver's hands snake under his shirt and begin searching until he found where Glenn was ticklish. He began ticking and Glenn couldn't stop himself giggling. Eventually he leaned into Silver and asked for forgiveness and the tickling stopped.

Glenn: *breathless* Okay maybe I was being a brat

Silver: Maybe?

Glenn: I was! I was being a brat

Silver: Because really with the modern ways of doing things courting can mean whatever we want it to mean

Glenn: Can it mean... cuddles in bed

Silver: Yes

Glenn: Can it mean... dates

Silver: We're here aren't we

Glenn: Can it mean-

Silver: Whatever you want just kiss me already

Previous ... Next

[doyelikehaggis]

25 Days of Sleighpairs: Blam | Blaine Anderson x Sam Evans (Glee) + “hot chocolate”

The Lima Bean wasn't exactly the ideal place to try and keep two kids distracted, especially when all they wanted to do was go and play in the snow that Sam had hoped would stop once they got into May. They whined, but he did his best; he gave them his phone to fight over and play games on, regretfully thinking about how he planned to sell it if his dad came home with that look on his face again for the millionth time in the last few weeks.

His parents hadn't wanted him to because they were worried about not being able to get a hold of him in an emergency, but he knew he'd probably get a few bucks for it, at least. Hopefully enough to convince the motel owners to switch their heating back on.

He was praying it would be.

"Sir." He looked up as a waitress approached their table in the far corner with a sheepish expression. She stopped close enough to be able to speak in a hushed tone. "I'm so sorry, but my manager's told me I need to ask you to leave. You haven't bought anything, and there's a policy..."

His heart dropped straight through his stomach. He had hoped that no one would notice them if they stayed in the corner and kept the noise down.

"Seriously?" he asked, and she nodded, a sympathetic look pinching her features. She was obviously just hoping he'd go without a fuss, but he felt the icy chill of winter hanging around long than it was supposed to every time the door opened. "Okay. Okay, uh, is there any way that we could just stay for another half hour?"

At least his parents should be back by then, hopefully having managed to find some money or sweet-talk the motel owners into turning their hot water back on. But the waitress shook her head.

"I'm really sorry," she said again. "It's policy. You've already been here over two hours, so, unless you buy something, I need to ask you to leave."

He glanced at Stacey and Stevie and fumbled in his pocket for his wallet, his fingers still stiff from the cold. His heart was pounding against his chest as he opened the wallet and found exactly what he knew he would. A few cents and quarters. Barely enough to make up a dollar, at most.

Flushing hot with embarassment, he quickly put it away again, dragging a hand over his face. He had to bite his cheek to stop his eyes from blurring as he cleared his throat.

"Okay. Uh, Stacey, Stevie," he said, getting their attention, "we're leaving now. Put your hats and coats back on, and I'll help you with your gloves and scarves."

"Where are we going?" Stacey asked.

"I don't know," he said honestly. They couldn't go back to the motel without heating, but walking around outside in the snow wasn't any better. "Maybe..."

"Sam?" The waitress stepped aside, allowing Blaine to move closer to the table, wearing a friendly smile as he furrowed his brows. "It's Sam, right? We've never been properly introduced, but I'm Blaine. Kurt's friend from Dalton?"

"Yeah, I know," he said as his embarassment grew. Just what he needed: an audience.

"Do you have time to talk? I'd love to finally get a chance, especially after all the good things Kurt had to say about you. That performance you did with Quinn at Sectionals was just beautiful." Hand on his heart, he casually added: "Please, stay. Ten minutes of your time is all it will cost, I promise."

Sam didn't know what to say. His eyes darted to the waitress, and she gave him a small smile and a nod, as if to tell him another ten minutes wasn't going to get the police called on him. When she left, he slumped in his chair out of relief, but he glanced at Blaine uncertainly.

Truthfully, the last thing he wanted to do was talk to anyone, but he had just saved them from being thrown out into the street. He was grateful, but he didn't even know the guy; they'd only seen each other in passing, which was what made it all the worse when he realized what was going on.

"I'm just going to get a coffee, do you want anything?" he asked with big, innocent doe eyes as he pointed over his shoulder. "My treat, as a thank you for letting me steal some of your time."

Stevie chose that moment to interject. "I'm hungry. Can we get food?"

Rubbing his temple, Sam sighed, shifting uncomfortably in the chair as he shook his head and quietly said, "No, buddy, we can't. You can have something when we get home."

"But we don't have any food," Stevie protested, too loudly.

He cringed, wanting the ground to swallow him whole. He was about to scold him and deny what he had said, but it only got worse when he made eye contact with Blaine. He knew that expression on his face too well. He pitied him.

That was enough to make him want to walk out there and then. But he didn't. He looked at Stacey and Stevie and thought about the one slice of dry toast they'd had to share between them that morning. His own stomach churned uncomfortably. It wasn't fair on them.

Catching the look of defeat that must have been on his face, Blaine turned to the twins and said, "If it's alright with Sam, why don't we go and have a look at what they have? I think I saw them bringing out some fresh cookies..."

Sam watched him take them up to the counter until his vision started to blur. He bit his cheek and scrubbed at his wet eyes, trying to will himself not to have a breakdown in public. He had managed to avoid it so far.

When they returned to the table, they both had a cookie in hand and were already devouring them. It might have been all sugar, but at least it was something. Sam managed to compose himself, though the humiliation of it came crashing back down on him when Blaine placed a steaming cup in front of him.

"I didn't know what you liked, so I played it safe and got hot chocolate," he said as he pulled a chair over from the table next to them and sat beside him. He flashed him that smile again. "You seem like a hot chocolate kind of guy. Was I right?"

"You didn't have to... you didn't have to do that."

He glanced at him as Blaine brushed it off.

"We're not a charity case," he said more firmly, and he lowered his voice as Blaine's smile finally dropped. "I know that you know about... we don't need your pity."

"Sam, I don't pity you," Blaine said softly, and he cut him off when he tried to protest. "Look, maybe I overstepped. I'm sorry. But I wasn't lying, you know. I have actually been hoping we'd get a chance to meet properly.”

Sam leaned back, his eyes darting back over to Stacey and Stevie. They were covered in sugar and crumbs, but they looked happy. If their parents didn't come back with good news, it might be the last thing they had to eat until tomorrow.

"Thanks." He gingerly pulled the hot chocolate toward him and gave him a small smile. "You were right, by the way. I love hot chocolate."

Blaine chuckled, his mouth curving back up into that beaming smile as he ducked his head. He then said, “I can go, if that's what you want."

"No, it's cool," Sam said, "you can stay."

"I was hoping you'd say that."

Blaine caught his eyes for a moment as he took a drink of his coffee. Heat crept up into Sam's face, but it wasn't embarassmet this time. He wasn't entirely sure what it was, to be honest. At the very least, he wasn't cold for the first time in a while, so it was a welcome feeling.

They stayed and talked for a little while, long enough for Sam's parents to text and tell him they were back at the motel and had semi-good news.

As they were getting ready to leave, Sam said, "Thanks again. I appreciate it."

"It was my pleasure," Blaine said sincerely and got to his feet. "Maybe we could hang out again soon? I know we have Nationals coming up, but maybe after?"

Sam hesitated, helping Stevie into his coat. "Uh, I don't know. I mean, I want to, obviously," he hastily added, averting his eyes under the guise of concentrating on helping Stacey put her scarf on. "It's just that I don't really know what I'm going to be doing after Nationals. Things are... rocky right now."

"Well, how about I give you my number?" Blaine suggested. "At least that way, we can keep in touch."

Sam swallowed down his protest. He didn't have the heart to turn him down again, even if he knew he probably wasn't going to have a phone for much longer.

"Yeah, sure."

Blaine wrote it down for him on a napkin and Sam took it with a forced smile. Without thinking, he jokingly said, "I've never gotten hot chocolate and a guy's phone number for my birthday before."

"Wait, it's your birthday? How old are you?"

"Sixteen."

He could tell from the look on his face that he was wondering why anyone would spend their sixteenth birthday in a coffee shop instead of throwing a massive party with all their friends.

"It's not a big deal," he said with a shrug.

"Of course it is," Blaine argued. "Sam, it's your sixteenth. Does anyone even know it's your birthday?"

He shook his head. "Just Quinn."

"Well, do you have any plans? With your family?"

"Not really. Like I said, it's not a big deal."

Blaine looked like he wanted to argue, but he didn't, and Sam was grateful for that. His parents had felt awful that morning for not being able to get him anything. He had assured them it was fine, he understood, they needed all the money they had just to keep a roof over their heads.

They walked out together, then they parted ways with Sam promising to text Blaine later so he had his number. When they got back to the motel, they were greeted with warmth. His parents had managed to scrape some money together to get the hot water turned back on.

He nearly cried when they pulled out a sponge cake for him. His mom apologized that it wasn't more, and she did start crying. He pulled her into a hug, his eyes darting over the few belongings they had managed to squeeze into the room. He landed on his guitar. It had to be worth something. Something was better than nothing.

While his parents were putting Stacey and Stevie to bed, he slipped outside, huddling into his coat. He pulled the napkin out of his pocket and took out his phone.

All he sent was a simple: hey its sam :)

The response was almost instant. He found himself smiling as he typed back. It was easy to forget all of his problems for just a little while as they texted back and forth, even the fact that it was freezing and his hands were stiff.

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

The Day We Learned to Argue ~Part 3~

This is simply a fan translation and is not intended as a replacement for the game. Expect grammatical errors.

Silvio: "They haven't realized that we're princes. Once they find out, there's a better way to use us than just selling us off."

Silvio: "Especially with you as a hostage, the king would do anything to negotiate."

Valerio: "..........."

Silvio: "Considering the circumstances, the treatment we're getting now is a stroke of luck."

Silvio: "They lumped the two of us together in a treasure storage at the back of the cave with just one lazy guard."

Silvio: "This is just careless. With this, we might find a way to escape."

Valerio: "But even if we manage to deal with the guard, there's only one way out of the cave."

Valerio: "There are plenty of strong people out there, so I doubt we could escape."

Silvio: "See that pool of water? It's seawater. I did some research on these caves beforehand. If you dive and swim, you can get to the sea. You can escape from here."

Valerio: "Then, let's go together—"

Silvio: "It's impossible for me. It's too narrow."

Silvio: "But you can make it."

Silvio stared at him intently, and Valerio's eyes trembled.

Valerio: "But..."

Silvio: "Calm down. There's a patrol route a little further from here. Do you know about it?"

Valerio: "I think I do."

Silvio: "Wait there. After a while, the guards will pass by, then you could ask for help."

Silvio: "Once you're safe, and if you really intend to help me, ask them to send their men to this side."

Valerio: "But are you going to be okay, brother? What if they find out you're alone?"

Silvio: "It's better than waiting here to be sold off as a pair."

Valerio: "I understand."

Silvio: "Once you're mentally prepared, go."

Just as Silvio quietly uttered those words, the man who had been lying down sat up.

Man: "What are you two whispering about over there? Come closer."

Man: "You're valuable merchandise. If you behave, nothing bad will happen to you."

Valerio: ".........."

Silvio: "I'll distract him."

Silvio: "When you're ready, dive. But if you think it's impossible, turn back immediately."

Valerio: "Okay."

Silvio signaled to Valerio and took a deep breath.

Silvio: "Hey, you idiot brother! It's your fault we got caught in this mess. Quit whimpering!"

Silvio: "I don't want to see your face anymore. Get lost!"

Man: "What's going on?"

Silvio: "This guy's just annoying. He's pissing me off."

As Silvio spoke, he walked over to the man.

Silvio: "Anyway, he's always..."

Listening to Silvio's voice from behind, Valerio took a deep breath.

Having made up his mind, he dove into the cold water and passed through a narrow gap. As he continued to swim alone in the dark, he saw a light and followed it.

Even after swimming to shore, Valerio, with his tired body, didn't rest and started running on the sandy beach.

Meanwhile, inside the dim cave一

Man: "Hmm, where's the other one?"

Noticing the absence of any sound, the man suddenly looked around the cave.

Man: "Is he really here? Hey, kid, try calling your little brother."

Silvio: "I don't know, and I don't care."

The man, eyeing Silvio, raised an eyebrow and approached.

Man: "What are you hiding? Spit it out! Don't play dumb with me!"

Silvio: "..........."

Silvio remained silent, and just as the man raised his fist in the air一

Valerio: "Brother!"

Valerio: "Um, I slipped and fell in the water! Help!"

Silvio's eyes widened as he heard a voice coming from the back.

Man: "What? He's here, after all. Tricky bastard."

As the man lowered his fist, Silvio sprinted toward the source of the voice.

Silvio: "You..."

Seeing Valerio standing there drenched, he relaxed and let out a sigh of relief.

Valerio: "I'm glad I made it back before getting caught."

Silvio: "Yeah, right! Why the hell did you come back!?"

Valerio: "Why? To prevent things from getting worse."

Valerio: "Don't worry; I've informed the guards properly. I even gave them my handkerchief with my name on it, so that everything would go smoothly."

Silvio: "Even so, you should know that returning here is dangerous."

Valerio: "That goes for you too."

Silvio: "I'm stronger than you! Don't lump us together, you stupid brother."

Silvio: "I'll become strong enough to defeat them soon, unlike you."

Valerio: "I can become strong, too! Just wait and see!"

Silvio: "You'll never be able to do it if you're a crybaby and a wimp. But hey, you can run away again."

Valerio: "No! I promised you at the beginning that I wouldn't run away."

Silvio: "Shut up! Act like a proper little brother and listen for once!"

Valerio: "You're not a good brother, so why would I listen to you!?"

Silvio: "Tch. You're always so whiny."

Valerio: "I promised not to cry. Besides, I stopped whining."

Silvio: "You act like you're all grown up, but you're just a kid."

Valerio: "You're a kid, too. We're only two years apart, so I'll catch up soon."

Silvio: "Even if you catch up to me, at that time, I'll be two years older. Stupid."

Valerio: "By the time we're adults, a two-year age gap won't matter much."

Silvio: "You don't know about that."

Man: "Hey, you brats, shut up!"

Valerio & Silvio: “..........”

Valerio and Silvio exchanged glances before lowering their voices and continuing.

Silvio: "If you play your cards right, the guards will be here shortly."

Silvio: "All we have to do is protect ourselves from being taken hostage. Got it?"

Valerio: "Okay. We just need to focus on getting out of here without being caught by those men."

Silvio: "Let's come up with a plan. First, let's stand back to back so we won't be surrounded. And then..."

The guards arrived at the cave shortly afterward.

Following the plan they had prepared in advance, the two of them sprinted through the cave, protecting each other's backs, and were rescued by the guards.

The thieves were captured, the rumors about monsters disappeared, and the seaside returned to being a fun playground for the town's children.

Even after the resolution of the incident, Valerio and Silvio's relationship remained that of "quarrelsome brothers."

But if there was one thing that had changed一

Silvio: “Damn it, you stepped on my foot when the bandit attacked earlier, didn’t you? Thanks to you, I almost died.”

Valerio: “You’re one to talk! You head-butted me while trying to dodge them!”

Silvio: “A little nosebleed won't hurt you. I was on the verge of death, you know?”

Silvio: “They almost got me when I stumbled.”

Valerio: “You could have quickly fixed your posture. You’re two years older than me, so you should’ve been able to handle that.”

When Silvio saw Valerio cheekily retorting instead of crying, he lowered his face and secretly smiled.

---------Flashback Ends--------

Rio: "Alright, just as I thought, it was an easy victory."

Silvio: "I made this guy talk. It seems they've hidden the stolen jewelry in this cabin."

Silvio tossed the man he had grabbed by the collar onto the ground.

Rio: "I see. In that case, let's confirm that first and then contact Lord Sariel."

Rio: "By the way, the fact that you're here means this might be related to Benitoite."

Silvio: "There's no point in hiding it. As you said, these guys are Benitoite thugs."

Silvio: "But in addition to the thugs, there are also nobles from Benitoite and Rhodolite involved in this case."

Silvio: "I want to use this opportunity to expose and emphasize the responsibility of both sides. Hey, mutt, lend me a hand."

Rio: "I don't want to. Why should I?"

Silvio: "The Rhodolite noble involved in this incident is the guy who was hitting on that woman before."

Rio: "I'll do it! Let's catch him quickly and settle this!"

Rio: "I'll put my heart into it if it's for my master. There won't be any mistakes, I promise."

Silvio: "Whatever. But I agree that there's no room for mistakes."

Silvio: "I'll take command. Work your ass off, damn mutt."

By cooperating, the power of the brothers multiplied. They can defeat any opponent and overcome any difficulty. They may not be aware of it now, but they will surely realize it one day.

Part 1 ╎ Part 2 ╎ Part 3 ╎ Part 4

[championofsanghelios]

love...

SPOILERS FOR TOTK (YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED) "Did something happen with you and Link?" "What?" Sidon snaps out of his daze as he hears Yona's voice. He turns around to face her, letting out a small gasp. "What- What are you doing up here? It's hardly a safe place for-" "-because he seemed pretty upset with you from what Rivan and Bazz told me." Yona continues, tilting her head at him. "Something about...past interactions." "..." The Prince blinks a few times, shaking his head. "...I-...what? I didn't find him to be upset or disagreeable...in fact he seemed quite happy to see me after all this time. I know I was delighted to see him." He tilts his head much like she had. "What makes you say that?" "Your father actually..." Yona sighs. "I went to see him at the Sanctuary and he said he was concerned about what might happen when Link learned that you and I were...well you know." "Instigating old guppy..." Sidon breathes out deep through his gills, shaking his head. He was suddenly realising what she was getting at. "I assure you the stuff that happened between Link and myself is in the past...I'm not entirely sure what drew us together originally, but it's no longer the case." "Well it's not in the past for him." Yona replies, giving her fiancee a look. One she'd given him many times throughout the years they'd known one another. "...he remembers it quite vividly." "Well you can tell my Father that I detected absolutely no signs of-" "-not for him, you silly shark!" Yona breathes a laugh, stepping forwards and prodding him gently on the arm. "For Link. Did you actually look at him when you spoke to him?" "Of course I did." Sidon replies flatly. Glancing to the right slightly. Desperately trying to remember what colour of tunic Link was wearing, if he was even wearing one at all. "It's-...it's only good manners to make eye contact with the person you're speaking to." "Like you're making eye contact with me right now?" "Uh-" "Sidon." "Alright! Maybe I was distracted by what I'm doing here!" the Prince suddenly snips, gesturing at the sludge raining down around them, and the brown gloomy mess that the waters had become. "There is a little bit of an issue if you haven't noticed! One that is taking up a considerable portion of my concentration." "Sidon." Yona continues. "He still cares about you a great deal. Maybe you're not prepared to accept that given that you've moved on from him, but the truth is the truth, no matter how much you try to ignore it." "I'm not ignoring it." he mutters. He turns from her, shaking his head. "I'm just-...it was a long time ago...we're different people now." "Do you still care about him?" is the next question, and as if she couldn't have asked a better one at the most perfect time, he finds himself turning back to her. "What sort of a question is that!?" Sidon exclaims, almost hurt by it on some level. "Of course I care about him! He's my best friend in the world! Why wouldn't I!?" Yona simply smiles at that. "...you should talk to him...properly, when you next see him." "We have a lot to do..." Sidon manages to find the words after a moment, breathing a deep sigh. "...you, my father and I have a Domain to keep safe...but Link? He-...he has 5 Kingdoms to check up on, a Princess to find. There's nothing I could do or say for him that would ease that burden." "This was the first place he came too...after finding his way back to Hyrule." Yona says after a beat. "...and do you know when he walked up to me in the Plaza that first time...his first thought was to ask where you were." Sidon processes that as she says it, his eyes widening a fraction. "...I-...It was?" "When people are under threat of losing everything they tend to seek out what matters to them most." Yona adds finally. "...for comfort, for help...and in his case...love.

She sighs, smiling a little more when she sees it all dawn her fiancee's face. He remembers that you never gave up on him, that you believed in him when he needed it most...next time you see him, make sure you don't betray his memory of you..."

[vinziel]

Accepting Unacceptable Truths

John Dory x Male Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

A/N: Poppy and Floyd will have the same color except Floyd's will be italic

You, Poppy, and Branch, walked all the way to Mount Rageous. Once there you two saw Floyd in a diamond perfume case, you weren't sure what it was called Branch then said "Floyd? It's me" Floyd replied "Branch? Is it really you?" "Yes Floyd it's me" Branch replies, Floyd then said "You've really grown into that vest, you're a man now" Branch says "Finally someone who understands me!" This really was a heartfelt moment for the two of them. It's been 20 years, and he missed his brother. "Ahem? What about me?" You interject, in a playful tone rather than an offended one. "Well I'm glad someone ELSE understands me" Branch says, you chuckle and give Branch a hug

Floyd then says "You guys need to get out of here. The letter, it's a trap by Velvet and Vaneer, this is a trap" Floyd concerned about his brother "I'm not leaving without you" Branch says, determined to save his brother "Yeah we're here to save you" You and Poppy add, then suddenly the door flow open, it was Velvet and Vaneer, you all went to the nearby vent to hide, Velvet was talking about being a genius, then all 3 of you saw, they captured the other BroZone brothers, with Rhonda "John!" You say, you almost jumped out of the vent if it weren't for Branch and Poppy stopping you.

You three went to the closet where the superstars placed Rhonda. Driving to the runway, all of you confronted the superstars about. Nothing came out of it as they started to perform on a car, while you 3 were chasing them. Suddenly Viva, along with Bridgette and Gristle came to help. Bridgette then threw Rhonda to the boat where the Superstars were performing. Cheering all of you on. You immediately went to Vaneer, trying to save John, you may haven't noticed but John was looking at you, with a soft smile. You distracted Vaneer enough that Viva could get Bruce and John with her rubber arms or whatever they're called, you didn't really know.

Bruce and John rolled themselves to Velvet and knocked her down, but sadly only Clay was saved, as they went to the top of the boat, with Velvet only having Floyd, who was almost dead and out of talent. Then their microphones turned off. Thanks to Crimp. Branch then started to sing, along with his brothers. Poppy and Viva joined as well. You were a bit reluctant to join in but Branch pulled you and made you sing with them. You chuckled softly as you sang with them. Unlocking the perfect family Harmony. Destroying the diamond cases and saving Floyd, except Floyd was still clear. As the brothers surrounded him, he was almost gone, but thankfully he became his normal color, but still had some clear spots. As the superstars get arrested. Branch and Poppy shared a kiss.

You then pulled John close to you with his jacket, you were blushing "You know. I'm still mad at you, furious even....but I can't lie if I say I haven't been looking forward to this" You say before smashing your lips against John, which he surprisingly reciprocated. You cup his cheeks as you both kiss, as he wraps his hands on the back of your head "I've missed you...John" You say softly hugging him, he replies "I've missed you too...does this mean we're together again?" "I mean when you left, you didn't properly break up with me. That means we've still been together this whole time" You reply, John chuckles smiling "I'm glad" You both share a hug. Maybe life won't be so bad after this. Sure there's still a lot of wounds to be repaired but that takes time and we have all the time in the world.

A/N: AAAAAND that's a wrap. The last and final part will just be an epilogue, yk that tells us what happened after. So stay tune. Also sorry for the late chapter, life's been eventful this week. And sorry if this chapter didn't have much dialogue. I kinda got lazy.