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texasthegreatdestroyer · 1 year ago

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Qrow Branwen x OC/Reader: Saving Grace.

Trigger Warning: Mentions of Domestic Abuse and alcohol usage along with depictions of physical harm. This excerpt is inspired by personal work I've written for my own OC, but translated to a POV piece. "You've been working an awful lot this past month." Gruff yet comforting words coming from your colleague who you could tell by the way he often interacted with you, trying to be a little bit more than colleagues. A little bit of work place romance. Unfortunately for both you and him, it wasn't a thing that was possible. You're taken and committed. At least you try to be, but it can be hard sometimes... "Qrow, please tell me you're not about to lecture me about kicking back and relaxing for a change-" "Well someone has to! I used to see you at the bar once a week, but this is the first time you've been here in three-" "I know, I know... It's just how I have to be. We can't afford to live otherwise." Qrow couldn't help but roll his eyes upon hearing of her financial situation. "Why not put that dead beat boyfriend of yours to work? After all, he isn't much good for anything else."

"Hey now-"

"Look. I'm sorry. I know you like the guy, but I can't stand him..." "Oh... I've noticed..." "He's all hoity toity, acting like he's better than everyone. Likes to act all nice and sweet, but you can tell he's stuck up-" "Oh come on Qrow~ I know you're not the biggest fan of him, but give yourself time. You'll warm up to him, I'm sure!" "And don't get me started on how you've changed since you got back with him..." You can't help but feel a little confused by Qrow's words. Had you really begun to change that much to him in his eyes??? "W-what do you mean by that??? I'm really confused." "Come on-, you think I haven't noticed? You seem like you're unhappy. Maybe it's all the work, maybe it's something else. But you've been out of it. It also seems like you're doing everything not to go home, which is why you're working so much." "Jeez, mister therapist. Didn't know you could read my mind." "Heh-. No mind reading involved hun, I can just read you really well." "Is that so?" You couldn't help but smile a bit. Thing is Qrow wasn't off. Part of the reason you're sitting at this bar right now is because you finished everything you needed to do early, and what better way to spend your time than at the bottom of the bottle with your dearest friend? "We've been friends since Beacon. I know you better than anyone else. At least I'd like to think so. I can read you like an open book... Be honest with me, you aren't happy, are you?" Qrow is now completely turned to you in his stool, his drink the least of his concern now, instead putting you first. It makes you so happy that he cares so deeply, but then you remember everything and how it matters not in the end, because you could never express it. Your bones begin to ache with dread. You rub your arms nervously, not daring to flinch at the pain as your hand slides over the bumps and bruises hidden under your long sleeve. You turn away from Qrow, trying to further prevent false hope and dread from a beautiful thing that could never be...

Qrow realizing that his concern could not be reciprocated turned back to his drink, swishing around the ice in the glass, as only a small sip remained of the dark, syrupy, remedy that he used to often bury his own demons. You couldn't help but notice as his concerned glances directed at the glass in front of him quickly changed to that of anger. He wasn't going to give up just yet. "I take that as a no." "Why does my relationship with another man matter to you? You shouldn't concern yourself with such things."

"Because you're my friend, and I care. I thought that was obvious-"

"I get that, but what about my love life of all things." "Because if he's-!" Qrow stops and grits his teeth, trying not to utter the words. He only suspected things. He didn't want to chase you away with unfounded accusations, especially if they were true. Over the years you had begun to close yourself off from many of people when your boyfriend entered the picture. Qrow was the only string you couldn't truly bring yourself to cut. After all, you were a source of comfort for him when he felt out of place at Beacon. He even trusted you with his darkest secret and his deepest regret. Not only did it hurt you to even think of breaking away from him, but you sometimes worried that he would take it the hardest if you just suddenly stopped being there. Qrow wasn't the kind of man to walk away from you either even if you had begun to change in front of him. He was easily your most loyal person in your life. He couldn't bare the idea of losing you... "I just want you to be happy... you deserve that after all these years..."

"I-... I am happy. I'm happy because you make me happy. I just wish things weren't so complicated..." "I remember you being so bright and beautiful. You glowed everywhere you went, and you still do, but it seems like that light is dimming. I worried he's keeping you down. Keeping you from shining your best... God, I sound cheesy... But do you understand what I mean?" "Yeah... I was a lot more confident... less self conscious" "A lot less. It feels like he's keeping you down. And I want to help you so damn bad, but I can't if you don't talk to me..." Your face... it's so hot... and your cheeks feel enflamed. They must be a blush pink right about now... "It's uh... It's not cheesy... it's just really uh... how do I put it..."

"Really sweet? Sickeningly poetic? Yeah, I don't know how I did it. It's just how I felt."

"R-romantic... It's really romantic..."

Qrow now seems to be in the same boat as you, his cheeks a bright red pink, his hand coming up to rub the back of his head embarrassingly. Did it really show that bad? His feelings for you??? "It's really how you felt???" You can't help but push him on the subject. You knew he harbored feelings. He could never bring himself to stop talking when he was drunk. Would always praise the earth you walked on. He'd remind you how beautiful you were and how everybody was out of your league, because you were just too amazing. Of course it would always follow with ramblings about how you could do soooo much better than your current boyfriend, but the sentiment was still there. Now, you just wanted to hear it again while he was sober- er well... mentally there, and not just rambling in a drunken stooper. "W-well obviously! I didn't say it for my health. When have I ever done anything that's "good for me"?" "And you tell me I should be more mindful of myself???" "Hey now- There's no saving me. You on the other hand? That's a different story..." "Well maybe there is! You just have to find that thing that pushes you in the right direction, ya know???" "Yeah... You..." You can't help but giggle a little bit. "Now that's cheesy~" "Hey now. I'm poorin out my guts to you and you're laughing at me?" A playful smirk peaked on the man's face, as he sipped the last of his cup, though not as enjoyable as the ice had melted a fair amount into it, watering it down." "Sorry... I couldn't help myself..." "But seriously hun. I'm you're biggest fan, your most loyal friend, I'm here for you when you need me. So please... Promise me if you need help, you'll come to me? Don't sell yourself short for anyone. Please? For me?" You can't help but feel overwhelmed now. You're so happy but your heart hurts too. Truth is, Qrow has always been your only source of kindness, meeting in secret to keep your boyfriend off your back, merely being friends sitting at the bar. You're used to curses and obesities thrown in your direction. lack of acknowledgements of efforts and implications of your uselessness. The kind words are bliss in your miserable life. The cuts and bruises, the broken bones- They are so easily soothed by the soft affections of the man who accompanies you at the bar once a week. The man you grew with during your pursuit of a career as a huntsman/huntress. You have tears in your eyes, and they won't stop coming down. Qrow is quick to act, getting off of his stool and pulling you into a embrace from behind as you had buried your face into the counter. Guess you couldn't help yourself. Everything had just began to overflow. You soon are able to lift your head from the table and turn to Qrow, hiding your face in his chest. He too gets carried away by your sudden outburst, lifting you from the stool, and taking you over to a secluded table out of site and mind from prying eyes, just holding you there in his lap, doing anything he can to comfort you. Kisses on the forehead, caressing of your hair and face. Anything he can to let you know he's here to stay, and no shitty boyfriend would ever get in the way of that. "Can I please just take you home with me? I don't want you to go back..." "But can we really??? I mean... what if he finds out???" "I don't mean like that... I'm not that kind of man. Jeez... I'm worried if you go back, you aren't coming back... That TERRIFIES ME." You two just sit there quietly, still holding each other close... "But what would happen if I did go home with you???" "You'd never go back to him. I'd love you so much you wouldn't want to go back. I'd be there to wipe your tears away, to hold you, to let you know just how beautiful and amazing you are every day. You'd know damn well how much you mean to me. You wouldn't have to question if you're happy..." "I-... You really mean that??? Really? Things could be different?

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cheerscoops · 2 years ago

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Wherever You Point To I’ll Find ~ Steve Harrington x Chrissy Cunningham

Nobody expected a budding romance between Steve and Chrissy when they were invited on this graduation road trip. But, as the two spend more and more time together away from the pressures their families, they just might find that they’re the perfect match.

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Tags: modern au, road trip, mutual pining, fluff, angst, discussion of mental health and body issues, eventual smut, adult themes and swearing throughout

Word Count: 8k

Eddie had insisted that Chrissy take the passenger seat, and he'd sit in the back with Nancy even though normal road trip etiquette dictated that the tallest person gets to sit shotgun. She wasn't going to complain about the bonus leg room, but the fact that she was sitting up front with the person she knew the least left her feeling slightly uneasy. She hated that this was the case, but she could still hear Jason's voice in the back of her head complaining about how much of a jerk Steve is, and now she was stuck next to him.

Before they were even fully out of the trailer park, Steve passed the aux cord to Chrissy.

“I know that road trip DJ is usually a backseat passenger job, but there’s no way I’m listening to Metallica for the next four hours straight, so you’re in charge.”

Eddie protested by flipping Steve off in the rearview mirror, but Chrissy reluctantly took the cord and plugged it into her phone.

“Should I put on the approved best friend playlist?” she asked as she turned around in her seat to smile at Eddie.

“Absolutely. I’m telepathically telling you which song to start with right now,” he replied before putting his fingers to his temples and squeezing his eyes shut.

Chrissy snorted out a laugh at the expression on Eddie’s face before scrolling through the playlist to find the song she knew Eddie wanted. Steve groaned as the opening riffs of Metallica’s Master of Puppets played through his car speakers.

“Traitor,” Steve said as he started fiddling with his own phone.

“You should know where her loyalties lie,” Eddie replied.

“If it makes you feel any better, the playlist barely has any Metallica in it.”

Steve didn’t respond to Chrissy. Instead, he adjusted the little squirrel figurine he had on the dashboard. He went to take a picture of it, and Chrissy quirked an eyebrow.

“Big fan of squirrels?” she asked.

Before Steve could answer her, Eddie was leaning forward in between their seats and pointing at the figurine.

“Is that the Mister Fibbley?” he asked.

“El wants me to take pictures of him throughout the trip.”

“And she picked you? I’ve never been more insulted in my entire life.”

Chrissy tried to follow along as the guys went back and forth beside her, but she couldn’t have been more confused. She’d never heard of the clearly amazing and important Mister Fibbley before in her life, and she felt herself sinking lower in her seat the more confused that she became.

Suddenly, Eddie was pulled back into his original seating position and out of Steve and Chrissy’s personal space.

“Are we supposed to know who Mister Fibbley is?” Nancy asked as she held Eddie back. “Because I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I’ve told you about Mister Fibbley hundreds of times!” Eddie shouted. “How could you forget?”

“I just did,” Nancy replied with a shrug. “Now fill me in so I can participate in the conversation.”

Chrissy caught Nancy’s eye in the rearview mirror and mouthed a silent thank you at her which was returned with a small smile.

“Mister Fibbley is only the coolest squirrel in the entire world,” Eddie told them. “He lives somewhere in El’s backyard, and she sends me pictures of him on snapchat almost every day when I send her those pictures of the stray cats at the trailer park.”

“She sends me pictures of him, too,” Steve added, not hiding the fact that he was maybe a little jealous very well. “Not everyday, but she made me my very own Mister Fibbley just so he could go on this trip with us, and I could take pictures of his adventures.”

Steve turned back to the figurine and took a quick photo of it before typing something into his phone’s GPS.

Chrissy was a little surprised by Steve’s connection to the little squirrel. Of course, she knew about Eddie’s friendship with the younger kids. He was their dungeon master after all, and she knew that there were a few others that he was occasionally around just because of their friendship with the DnD kids, but she’d never realized that Steve was friends with them as well. The Steve that she’d heard so many rumors about in high school hadn’t seemed like the type to enjoy having a bunch of middle schoolers hanging around him, but he must care about them if he was promising to take pictures for one of them. This was definitely a point in Steve’s favor for dispelling all the bad feelings that Jason’s words had given her.

Throughout the first hour of the drive, the group made light conversation about what they were most looking forward to during this trip. Chrissy chimed in occasionally, but, for the most part, she listened silently from her seat. She knew that they’d planned the trip pretty much in its entirety before she agreed to go along with them, so she was mostly just along for the ride and happy to go along with whatever they all wanted to do. Though she did express a little excitement for the things that the others were bringing up, she didn’t bring up anything on her own.

Just before they were about to pass the first big rest stop, Nancy requested a break for them to pick up car snacks.

“Come on, Steve. Please?” she asked. “It’s been approximately two hours since Eddie’s last meal, and he’s going to waste away into nothing if he doesn’t get something soon.”

“And is there a reason why none of us remembered to stock up on snacks before hitting the road?” he replied.

“I’m calling it temporary insanity,” Nancy said with a shrug. “It’s the only possible reason.”

Steve pulled into the next rest stop, and everyone climbed out of the car to head inside with Steve urging them all to stock up now so these unscheduled stops wouldn’t become a regular thing. While Eddie, Nancy, and Steve all seemed to know exactly what they were looking for snack-wise and grabbed what they wanted off the shelves with ease, Chrissy was having a little more trouble. It wasn’t that she didn’t know what she liked. Of course, she knew that she liked peanut m&ms and salt and vinegar potato chips and cheesy chex mix and a wide array of other snack foods. The problem was that every time she felt herself reaching for something she liked, she heard her mom’s voice telling her that there were far too many calories in whatever it was that she wanted, and she’d never keep her figure if she indulged a little and chose those.

If she was being honest with herself and the rest of the group, she’d just say that she didn’t feel comfortable buying anything at the rest stop and that she wasn’t hungry right now anyway, but she was certain that would just bring up questions about why she didn’t want to buy anything that she just didn’t have the ability to answer in front of people that she barely knew. And even if it was just Eddie asking her, she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to tell him her real reasoning anyway.

Instead, she grabbed some almonds and plain pretzels. Granola bars where the calorie count wasn’t too high. Low-calorie flavored waters that only had one gram of sugar instead of sodas. Snacks that her mother wouldn’t have had any reason to complain about if she was eating them in moderation. And, it wasn’t like she’d be constantly snacking on this trip anyway. She wasn't big on eating between meals, and for the most part, she was just buying these things to avoid being the only person not making a purchase.

This didn’t change the fact that her snacks were all contained to one bag when everyone else had a lot more than she did, but if anyone decided to say anything about it, she was confident that she could tell them that she wasn’t big on snacking between meals and it wouldn’t sound like a lie. So she tucked her snack bag down by her feet and put one of her waters in the cupholder hoping that this action was enough to keep anyone from analyzing her choices.

But then, shortly after they started driving again, Steve was half paying attention to the road and half holding out his bag of gummy worms to her.

“Want some?” he asked.

“Oh, I don’t know,” she said, not reaching to take any from him. “I wouldn’t want to eat all of your snacks. I have my own stuff.”

“It’s not all of my snacks,” he insisted. “It’s a couple gummy worms. And, you could always share some of your stuff with me later if you’re worried about it not being fair.”

Part of Chrissy wanted to push back and tell him that he’d be disappointed in her snack options if she offered him any. To say that nothing she had was anywhere near as fun as gummy candy and that she only picked the boring healthy options. But she couldn’t deny that it was really sweet of him to offer, and it probably wouldn’t kill her or ruin her diet to have just one, so she peeked into the bag and pulled out a single red and green gummy worm - the only flavor combination worth the extra calories. She noticed the small smile that appeared on Steve’s face when she accepted his offer, but he didn’t say anything else, so she decided not to comment on it.

“Thank you,” she said before eating her piece of candy. She couldn’t help but think that this was another point in Steve’s favor. Certainly, the selfish version of Steve that Jason had always complained about wouldn’t be offering her treats and smiling like that when she accepted his kindness.

She didn’t have much time to dwell on it though because Eddie was soon requesting her attention from the backseat. As soon as she turned around to see what he wanted, the flash of his phone’s camera went off, and she was quick to hide her face in her hands.

“Oh, Eddie, no. Delete that right now,” she whined. “You know I hate it when you do that.”

“C’mon Chrissy. How are you ever going to have enough pictures for your dating profile if you don’t let anyone take any pictures of you?”

“I let people take pictures of me,” she said as she crossed her arms over her chest. “I just prefer being prepared for them. And I’ve already told you a million times that I don’t want to make a dating profile. At least not until I’m out of Hawkins anyway. I’m not exactly looking to date any more of our former classmates.”

“But you can still start taking more pictures now,” Eddie insisted. “Build up a decent selection and then choose your favorites to drive all those college boys wild. They won’t know what to do with themselves.”

“I don’t know. I’ve never really liked the idea of those apps. There’s no real connection there.”

“You never know if you don’t try,” Nancy said with a small smile. “What’s the harm in taking a few more pictures than you normally would. And, we could do the same for Steve while we’re at it.”

“Yeah, Harrington. Maybe we can find you something a little more substantial than what you’ve been finding on your own.”

“I’m in if Chrissy is in,” Steve said with a shrug before glancing over at her. “It might be kinda fun. You can take my pictures for me, and I can take yours for you. Just a bunch of candids. And I’ll delete anything you hate immediately. No questions asked. It’ll be your decision, okay?”

It didn’t sound horrible when he put it to her that way. And maybe being able to delete anything that she wasn’t a hundred percent in love with would make being in front of the camera easier for her. Without the pressure to make every single photo as perfect as possible, she could breathe a little easier. Plus, she wouldn’t mind helping Steve take his pictures either. He was effortlessly handsome though, so it wasn’t like it would be too hard for her to make him look good as long as the photos she took were in focus. He was the one with the difficult job of finding just the right angle that didn’t repulse her entirely.

“Okay,” she answered. “I’m in. But no flash photography the way Eddie does it. He gets some sort of sick pleasure out of making me look weird.”

“Excuse you. Those are works of art, and it’s not like I’ve ever shared them with anyone without express permission from you.”

“And you never will, or I’ll start showing people our private snapchat selfies.”

“You wouldn’t,” Eddie said, narrowing his eyes in a glare.

“Three words: puppy dog filter.”

“Deleting that last picture now.”

“That’s what I thought.” Chrissy said with a smug smile.

“Actually,” Nancy started as she raised her hand slightly, “I would really like to see any and all pictures you have of Eddie using any snapchat filters.”

“Me too,” Steve continued. “Definitely add me to that text chain.”

“No can do,” Chrissy said with a shrug. “What kind of best friend would I be if I went back on my word that quickly?”

“It’s like I said earlier, Stevie. You should know where her loyalties lie.”

As the boys bickered back and forth about how Nancy had asked to see the selfies, too, Chrissy got comfortable in her seat again. Perhaps, this road trip wasn’t going to be as awkward for her as she originally thought it would.

Even though they planned on getting to Chicago early enough to go out to eat somewhere and maybe find something fun to do somewhere in the city, Nancy hadn’t planned anything for their first night out together.

“I figured we could just go with the flow tonight and see what interests us in the moment,” she’d told them as they pulled into their hotel parking lot. “But if anyone has anything they really want to do or can think of a place where they’d really like to eat dinner, I’m open to suggestions. We can get checked in, and then we can meet back up in the lobby to choose a dinner place.”

After they’d settled into their rooms - Nancy and Chrissy in one and Steve and Eddie in the one directly across the hall - the group reunited in the hallway. Steve was the first to speak up with a dinner suggestion.

“So, there’s a restaurant a couple blocks away that’s doing a sort of open mic night for comedians. I can’t guarantee the stand up will be any good, but it’s something to do, and it’s a free show with a dinner option.”

“You mean we’d get to be some budding comedian’s version of my four drunks at the Hideout?” Eddie asked. “I’m in.”

Chrissy and Nancy agreed that it sounded like fun, so the four headed off in the direction that Steve said the restaurant was in. Eddie and Nancy walked hand in hand leading the way, and Steve hung back to walk beside Chrissy. There was a part of her that was certain that he was walking slower than necessary to match her pace since there was no way that this guy who was at least half a foot taller than her didn’t walk faster than she did. But she silently appreciated that he was making sure she didn’t get left behind. She also noted that he made sure to walk on the side of the sidewalk next to the street, and that was another courtesy she hadn’t expected. With every kind action of Steve’s, Jason’s complaining got quieter and quieter in the back of her mind. There was no way that any of his horrible rants could have been about this guy. Absolutely not.

Once they made it to their destination, it was made pretty obvious to the group that the restaurant in question was more of a bar that also happened to sell food than a sitdown restaurant, but they were still allowed to enter without being carded, so they figured they could still eat there and enjoy the show.

Of course, that made things a little complicated for Chrissy when it came to ordering her meal. It seemed like everyone else in her party found something that appealed to them pretty quickly, but all she could see as she looked at the bar’s small menu of appetizers and sandwiches was the recipe to give her mother a heart attack with her poor eating choices. She supposed that the lone grilled chicken sandwich would be the best option for her as long as she didn’t touch her fries and asked for no mayo, but she would have preferred some sort of salad instead. But that was probably a little too much to expect from this place.

When they ordered their food, Steve side-eyed Chrissy’s choice slightly. He was trying not to judge, but her very plain chicken sandwich didn’t sound like any vacation food choice that anyone he knew would make. But he was an athlete, too. He could recognize the kinds of things he’d ordered for himself during his swim and basketball seasons when he was trying to stay lean and keep his weight down. The kinds of things he ate before he learned how to fuel his body properly when he thought that depriving himself was the only way to go about it. There was a part of him that wanted to say something to her, but he didn’t want to make assumptions or potentially make her uncomfortable. Besides, he’d barely known her for half a day. He didn’t know her well enough to know if she’d be receptive to him saying something, and the last thing he wanted to do was offend her and make the rest of the trip awkward and uncomfortable with the two of them trapped in the front seat together. And anyway, Eddie was her best friend - a fact that he still didn’t quite comprehend. If he wasn’t saying anything about her choices, then it was probably fine.

When their food arrived, Chrissy was happy to find that there was lettuce and tomato on her sandwich that didn’t look wilted or slimy, and it came with a pickle spear. Her mom always complained about the sodium content in pickles, but they had so few calories that she was always allowed to eat them. And, unlike so many of the weird diet things that her mom considered a “treat,” she loved pickles. Enough so that they were always the first thing that she ate off her plate.

Shortly after she’d polished off her own pickle, Steve angled his plate toward her.

“Want mine?” he asked, gesturing towards the pickle spear that came with his burger.

“Are you sure? I’d hate to steal part of your meal.”

“It’s not stealing if I offer it to you. And anyway, it’s just going to go to waste if you don’t want it. I’m not a fan.”

“Well, if that’s the case, how could I say no?” She happily took his pickle and set it aside to save for after she ate her sandwich.

Nancy quirked an eyebrow at their exchange but said nothing.

Sometime after the open mic started, Steve offered to grab everyone drink refills from the bar, and Chrissy went with him to help carry them back. There was just something about the way that Steve was smiling and the way that he looked in the bar’s lighting that made it feel like the perfect opportunity for Chrissy to take the first of the candids they’d briefly discussed in the car earlier, so she pulled out her phone and attempted to sneak a quick picture without Steve noticing. At the last second, he started to turn towards her, and the picture ended up a little blurry.

“Oh, are we starting that tonight?” he asked.

“If that’s okay with you,” she replied. “I just thought it would be a mistake if I passed up on such a good opportunity.”

“Can I see it?” he asked.

“It’s a little blurry,” she said as she turned her phone to face him. “So I’m not sure how useful it’ll be for you.”

Steve examined the photo a minute before turning to Chrissy and smiling.

“I like it,” he told her. “It’s got a sort of artsy quality to it. I think it has potential.”

“Then I’ll save it for you.”

“Awesome. So, should we lay some ground rules for this whole taking pictures of each other thing? Just so we’re both on the same page?”

“That’s probably a good idea. I don't really like having my picture taken, so having set rules in place could maybe help with that."

"So, do you have anything that you would say is a hard no?"

"No taking pictures while I'm eating," she replied, running her finger around the rim of the water glass the bartender had just set in front of her. "And if I hate one of the pictures, you have to delete it no matter what even if you like it or don't think it's that bad. Exactly like what you said earlier. Obviously I'd do the same for you."

"I can agree to those terms. But you can't take any pictures of me where you try to get my attention at the last second just so I'm making a weird face."

"What kind of person would do that?"

"You remember the girl I mentioned earlier who gave me the squirrel? She kind of started it. The first time it happened, it was an accident. She genuinely just wanted a selfie of us together, but she took the picture before I was ready, and then she couldn't stop laughing. It wasn't hurting anyone, and it made her happy, so I let her keep doing it. It turned into a game with her whole friend group from there. I don't really mind it, but if we're taking pictures for my potential dating profile, that's not the kind of picture I'm looking for, you know?"

"Completely understandable. I promise I won't do anything like that."

"Then we're all set?" Steve asked as he extended his hand for Chrissy to shake.

Chrissy took Steve's hand in hers.

"It's a deal."

As the group left the bar to head home, Nancy told Eddie to walk ahead with Chrissy while she pulled Steve back.

“Since when do you not like pickles?” she asked. She kept her voice low not wanting Chrissy and Eddie to overhear their conversation.

“What?”

“You told Chrissy you weren’t a fan of pickles, but when we were dating, if I didn’t immediately eat any pickles that came with my meal, you would steal and eat them before I even had a chance to realize they were gone.”

“She just looked so sad when she ordered that chicken sandwich, okay? I’ve never seen anyone look so disappointed over their dinner choice before, but she lit up when she saw that pickle spear.”

“You realize you’re going to have to give her every pickle that you get for the rest of this trip, right? Maybe even longer than that if you guys become friends?”

“If that’s the only thing that she’s actually going to enjoy eating, that’s fine with me.”

Steve didn’t know what was going on in Chrissy’s head, and he didn’t know her well enough to ask her about it, but he knew that he could make her smile by offering her that part of his meal, and that was good enough for him.

“Well, if it’s fine with you, I’ll drop the subject.”

There was a part of Nancy that wanted to press the subject further. She could blame it on the investigative reporter inside of her, but she wanted to know why he cared about Chrissy’s eating habits so much when he barely knew her. Why did he care if she was disappointed in her sandwich or not?

But she didn’t say anything else. Truthfully, she didn’t know what kind of answer she was looking for or what she would do with his answer once she had it. All she knew was that her boyfriend was very protective over Chrissy, so she felt that she had to be protective over her as well to a certain extent. She knew that Chrissy didn’t actually need to be protected from Steve. She trusted him completely. She just didn’t know what his intentions were at the moment, and she hated being out of the loop.

And maybe that’s what led her to asking Chrissy about it. Once they were changed into their pajamas and in their separate beds back at the hotel, Nancy rolled over to face Chrissy.

“Hey Chrissy?” she asked. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure. What’s up?” Chrissy replied as she turned to face Nancy.

“I was just wondering what you think of Steve?”

“He’s nice, I guess? Different from what I expected.”

“Different how?”

“I don’t know.” Chrissy picked at the tag that was sticking out of her pillow case and twisted it between her fingers. “Everything I heard about him came secondhand from other people, so I just had other people’s opinions of him to go off of.”

“But you’re comfortable around him at least?”

“Why are you asking me so many questions about Steve?”

“I don’t know,” she lied. “I mean, Eddie might have mentioned that you were a little worried about going on this trip with someone you didn’t know, and I was hoping that maybe that wasn’t the case anymore.”

“Oh.”

Chrissy was quiet for a moment, and Nancy started to think that maybe she was the one making her uncomfortable now. She was starting to regret bringing it up at all when Chrissy spoke up again.

“I know I have nothing to be worried about,” she said. “I just am sometimes, you know? But Steve was nothing but nice to me today, and you guys have vouched for him, so I’m fine. I promise. I just needed to actually meet him and separate other people’s opinions of him from who he actually is.”

“Well, you just let me know if he ever does anything that oversteps a boundary, and I’ll knock some sense into him, okay?”

“Okay.”

Nancy knew that the two of them weren’t very close. Even though she happened to be dating Chrissy’s best friend and had been with him for the past year and a half, the two rarely talked without him around. Chrissy was just so reserved. She was practically a different person when Eddie was around, and Nancy was hoping that this trip was maybe an opportunity for them to finally really become friends since they’d be spending a decent amount of time together without the boys around due to their sleeping arrangements. They were both going to be in Eddie’s life for a very long time, so becoming close with her boyfriend’s best friend was important to her. She just didn’t want to push at Chrissy’s boundaries and make things awkward.

While Eddie would never betray Chrissy’s trust and outright tell Nancy about the things she’d confided in him, she knew that Chrissy had a tendency to retreat back into her shell at the slightest provocation. So, she also knew that while she wanted to pry a little more and ask what those other opinions and rumors about Steve were, it would be best if she dropped the subject for now and let Chrissy open up to her in her own time. This was only night one of a three week trip. There would be plenty of time to get to know what was going on inside of Chrissy’s head later.

In the morning, both of the boys were jolted awake by the sound of Nancy knocking on their hotel room door and calling their names from the hallway.

Steve glanced at the clock on the nightstand and realized that it was just after ten, and they were supposed to meet the girls downstairs for breakfast at nine.

“You didn’t set an alarm?” Eddie asked as he climbed out of bed.

“I thought you said you were setting one?”

“I thought I did.” He grabbed his phone and tapped the screen a few times. It stayed dark.

“You didn’t remember to charge your phone, did you?”

“Yeah, it’s definitely dead.”

Eddie went to open the door and found Nancy standing with her arms crossed on the other side. Chrissy was standing next to her and offered up a tiny wave, but it was clear that Nancy was in charge here.

“Ladies,” he said, attempting to turn on the charm. “How are you both on this beautiful morning?”

Nancy ignored his question and pushed past him into their hotel room.

“What are you two still doing in bed?” she asked. “We waited for you down at breakfast for an hour.”

“There may or may not have been some technical difficulties with our alarm.”

Steve snorted. “He forgot to plug in his phone.”

“Again?” Chrissy asked as she followed Nancy into the room.

“How many times have I told you to double check that your phone is plugged in before going to bed?” Nancy asked him.

“That number's at least in the triple digits if I had to take a guess,” said Chrissy.

Eddie threw his hands in the air. “Why is everyone ganging up on me? Make Steve be in charge of setting the alarms then.”

“Just go get dressed. Or I’ll tell Chrissy to give the breakfast she so kindly grabbed for you to Steve.”

Eddie moved to wrap his arms around Nancy’s waist and pull her closer to him. Her stern expression never left her face.

“You’d give away my breakfast?” he asked. “And let me starve?”

“Absolutely if you’re not gonna get dressed.”

The two entered what could only be described as a staring contest until Eddie leaned forward and kissed the tip of her nose.

“Go get dressed,” she said with a laugh as she pushed him away, her expression finally softening. “I want to get to the museum as close to when it opens as possible so we can maybe avoid the crowds.”

“Your wish is my command.”

Eddie grabbed his duffle bag and headed into the bathroom leaving Steve alone with Chrissy and Nancy.

“You should be getting dressed, too, Steve,” Nancy said as she turned her attention towards him.

“I’ll get up when he’s out of the bathroom,” Steve said as he flopped over on the bed again.

“I changed my mind, Chrissy,” Nancy said. “Eddie can have both breakfasts, and Steve gets none.”

Steve grumbled as he moved to get up. Chrissy glanced over at him, and it was only then that she noticed he was only half dressed. He’d slept shirtless, and when he climbed out of bed, she noticed just how low the basketball shorts he was wearing rested on his hips exposing the waistband of his underwear. She immediately averted her gaze and stared at the floor, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. Of course, she’d always known that Steve was attractive. You’d have to be blind not to notice that. But, she’d never seen him wearing such little clothing before, and she’d never figured that he would be her type. And yet, she couldn’t deny the butterflies that were now fluttering through her stomach, and she wasn’t prepared for this.

When she was finally able to tear her gaze away from the floor, Steve was fully dressed and sitting on the edge of his bed to tie his shoes. His bed head was still sticking out in multiple directions, and he ran a hand through it in an attempt to tame it.

"You almost done in there?" Steve called out as he got up from the bed. "How long does it take to change and brush your teeth?"

Eddie exited the bathroom moments later.

“Patience, Steve,” he said as he sat down on the edge of his own bed. “You should know as well as anyone that it takes time to look this good.”

Steve took over the bathroom and quickly made himself look presentable. Normally, he'd like to spend a little longer on his hair, but Nancy was already upset with them for oversleeping, and he didn't want to make everyone wait even longer because of him.

When Steve exited the bathroom, Chrissy stepped forward and pulled something wrapped in a napkin and a banana out of her bag and offered it to him.

"I hope this is okay," she said as he took the food from her. "I didn't know what you'd like, so I just grabbed you the same thing I got Eddie."

Steve unwrapped the napkin to find a toasted bagel with cream cheese.

"Great choice. Thanks."

"Nancy thought we should just let the two of you starve, but I know how much of a pain Eddie is when he hasn't eaten, so I had to grab him something. And then I thought that it would be rude of me to get him something and not you, so I just grabbed two of everything. I thought about getting you a coffee, too, but I don't know how you take it, and it's so much harder to guess someone's coffee order correctly, so I just didn't do that. Sorry, am I rambling? I feel like I’m rambling."

He placed a hand on her shoulder and smiled down at her. He couldn’t be a hundred percent certain, but he felt like she was purposely avoiding looking him in the eye. He started to worry that he was making her uncomfortable, so he pulled his hand away.

“It’s fine. I promise.”

Neither of them had time to say anything else because Nancy was getting ready to physically push them out the door to keep them on schedule. She was the one that had insisted that Chicago had to be a part of the trip simply because she wanted to visit The Art Institute of Chicago. She’d even gone as far as promising to purchase everyone’s admission tickets to make sure that it happened.

Once they were at the museum, they split up to do their own thing with plans to meet back up in a couple hours to go somewhere for lunch. Chrissy didn’t mind branching off from the group if only because it meant she would have some time to clear her head and shake away the weird attraction she was feeling towards Steve. She didn't know him well enough for her to be fixating on the spot where he'd touched her shoulder, and after everything she'd gone through with Jason, she wasn't sure if she was even ready to have feelings like that for anyone just yet.

She'd just about managed to calm herself down and really focus on the painting in front of her when Steve stepped into her space and startled her. She hadn't expected his hand on her arm, and she jolted away from him and his touch.

"I'm so sorry," he said as he backed up slightly. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"You almost gave me a heart attack. I didn't even realize we were in the same part of the museum."

"I didn't either, but then I came in here, and you were staring at this painting so intently that I thought it might make a good photo opportunity. Which is why I tried to get your attention and failed so spectacularly. I think I got a really good one."

He held out his phone to her, and she glanced at the picture he'd taken of her. She thought she looked almost scholarly. Like she was really contemplating the meaning behind the artwork and not internally panicking about getting attention from a boy.

"I like it," she told him. "But do you think it makes me look a little too invested in art museums? It's not that I don't enjoy them because I do. It's just that this isn't my normal thing, and I'd hate to misrepresent myself."

"You don't have to use it if you want to. I just thought you looked nice in that moment. I have to ask though. If museums aren't normally your thing, what was it about this painting that had you staring at it so intently?"

"I don't think I have a favorite painting. It's not something I've spent a lot of time thinking about, you know? But I think that maybe if I do have a favorite, it's this one."

She gestured at the painting that they were standing in front of.

"George Seurat's A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte. It's pointillism. Art made up of millions of individual dots."

She stepped forward and leaned as close to the painting as she could without touching it or getting in trouble, and she motioned for Steve to follow her lead.

"The closer you stand to the painting and the harder you focus on it, it just looks like a mess. It's harder to see the big picture because you're focusing on the little things."

She stood up straight and started backing up, pulling Steve along with her by his elbow.

"But if you take just a few steps backward and take in the work as a whole, you get the full scope of the artwork instead of just a small piece of what's actually going on. Maybe I'm the only person who thinks about it this way, but I just really like the way it plays with the viewer's perspective."

Steve nudged her with his elbow.

"And you said art museums weren't really your thing. Seems like you've spent a lot of time analyzing artwork."

"It's really just this one painting," Chrissy replied as she tried to hide the blush that she could feel starting to warm her cheeks. "It's more of a theater kid thing. There's an entire musical about it, and I spent a lot of time staring at the artwork while I listened to the music it inspired."

"That's right. I forgot you were in the drama club."

"You went to our shows?"

"Only after I started hanging out with Robin during my senior year, and only the ones she was in."

Chrissy had so many more questions she wanted to ask him now that she knew he was an occasional drama club supporter, but she didn't have the chance because her phone alarm started going off.

"That means Nancy is expecting us back in the lobby in five minutes," she told him as she silenced her alarm. "We should probably make our way there if we don't want her to attempt to deny you another meal."

The two made it into the lobby shortly before Nancy and Eddie, and as soon as he saw the group, Eddie was telling them that they had to go and get Chicago style hot dogs for lunch. It was the only appropriate lunch option since they were leaving the city the next morning. While she wasn’t going to outright complain about Eddie’s choice for their lunch, the idea of going to a hot dog cart for lunch made Chrissy’s stomach turn. She could already hear her mother’s voice telling her just how unhealthy hot dogs were and how she was going to feel nothing but bloated and sluggish and awful if that was her lunch. And it wasn’t like there was a healthier option she could choose. It was a hot dog cart. She’d be lucky if they sold anything that even remotely adhered to the diet her mother wanted her to keep.

But even with her thoughts attacking her, she didn’t dare voice them out loud. She wasn’t going to make a fuss and make Eddie miss out on something he really wanted on this trip when it was his graduation trip. She was just along for the ride and happy to be included, so she’d go along with what everyone else wanted and then make sure she ate something healthier when it came time for dinner. She insisted that it would be fine because of all of the walking that they were doing, and if she only ate one and nothing else, it would all balance out in the end.

Nancy had also wanted them to stop at Oz Park so she could take pictures of the Wizard of Oz statues for Holly, so they made their way there and found a hot dog vendor nearby to purchase their lunch from. It was a nice enough day that they figured they could just sit in the grass to eat and then take the pictures that Nancy wanted before heading off to do whatever other touristy things were on their agenda for the day. Chrissy’s anxiety about looking like she wasn’t eating enough went away when Nancy ordered the exact same thing as her, and her thoughts were pulled away from her own food entirely when Nancy leaned over to her and gestured at Eddie’s lunch.

“I swear he’s a bottomless pit,” she said as she eyed his three hot dogs and bag of chips. “Where does he put it all?”

“You’ve seen him eat pizza,” Chrissy replied. “I’ve been operating under the assumption that he has four stomachs like a cow for years.”

“That would explain his eyes.”

Eddie smiled over at them, his cheeks puffed out from the massive bite of hot dog he’d just taken, and the girls dissolved in a fit of giggles.

“Speaking of pizza,” Eddie started after he’d swallowed his bite, “we should get a deep dish for dinner tonight. Really go all out on the Chicago food experience.”

“Only if we can get a salad or something to go with it,” Nancy told him. “I’d like to occasionally eat a vegetable on this trip.”

“I haven’t voluntarily eaten a vegetable in seven years, and I’m not changing that on a vacation.”

“You do realize there are tomatoes on your hot dogs, right?”

“Irrelevant.”

Chrissy was so wrapped up in watching their banter that she missed Steve slipping the couple pickle spears from his hot dogs onto her own lunch, and she didn’t question that her hot dog was suddenly extra pickley.

Once they were done eating, they walked around the park to grab Nancy’s photos. At the Scarecrow statue, Eddie helped Chrissy climb up to sit on the base so she could pose leaning up against the statue’s leg with her arms wrapped around it.

“Why only the Scarecrow?” Steve asked her as they left the park.

“I don’t know,” she replied. “He’s just always been my favorite. A little silly, intelligent in his own way, and the biggest heart out of the whole group. He’s obviously the best character.”

“I would have pegged you for a Glinda girl.”

“Good witches are nice, and Glinda is lovely in her own way, but she’s barely in the movie, and there’s more to my enjoyment than a pretty costume.”

“Noted.”

The group visited a few more touristy spots before Nancy voiced the idea that they should bring their dinner back to the hotel and have a movie night in bed. Pajamas were required for entry, so if the guys weren’t in the appropriate attire when they showed up at the girls’ room, they’d be turned away.

Eddie immediately made himself comfortable on Nancy’s bed with her, and Steve went to sit on the floor, but Chrissy stopped him.

"There's plenty of room up here," she told him. "I'm not gonna make you sit on the floor."

"You sure?" he asked. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"Why would I be uncomfortable?"

Steve moved to sit down next to her and balanced his plate on his lap.

"I don't know," he said, keeping his voice low in an attempt to not draw the others' attention. "You've just seemed kind of jumpy around me today, and I was starting to worry I crossed a boundary."

"You did nothing wrong," she told him. "It just takes me a minute to get comfortable around people I don't know. But you're fine. I promise."

It also didn't hurt that Steve had worn a shirt over to their room, so the weird butterflies from that morning weren't affecting her anymore.

Chrissy and Steve ate mostly in silence as Nancy and Eddie tried to agree on a movie that everyone would enjoy. Neither of them had any real preference for the evening, and watching Nancy and Eddie debate the merits of each movie was highly entertaining.

"How much do you want to bet that he recites the entire movie word for word if she gives in and lets him put on Lord of the Rings?" Steve asked.

"There's no way I'm taking that bet. I've watched the trilogy with him enough times to know that not only will he do that, but he'll also pause it occasionally to share his favorite bits of trivia."

"I can hear you," Eddie called over to them.

"Which is exactly why we're not doing that tonight," Nancy told him. "I'm pretty sure everyone is too tired for a three hour long movie anyway."

Eventually, they settled on a romantic comedy that promised to be more comedy than romance. It honestly didn't matter what they put on. Chrissy was tired enough from their day that she felt herself starting to fall asleep shortly after the movie started.

Towards the end of the movie, Nancy glanced over at Chrissy and Steve from where she and Eddie were cuddling because she hadn't heard either of them reacting to the movie in a while, and she was greeted with the sight of the two of them asleep together. When Chrissy had dozed off, she'd leaned over and rested her head on Steve's shoulder. He'd fallen asleep shortly after her, and his cheek was resting against the top of her head. They'd stayed sitting up and slotted together like that for the duration of the movie.

She tapped Eddie's chest lightly and motioned for him to look over at the couple as well.

"Now, that's adorable," he said. "How long have they been like that?"

"I'm not sure. I just noticed . . . You know, I've never thought about it before, but they'd make a cute couple, don't you think?"

"He'd definitely be better for her than the last asshole. I don't know if she's ready to date anyone yet though."

"Well, I don't think it would hurt anyone if we pushed them together. Just a tiny bit to see if there's anything there."

"I like the way you think, Wheeler."

"And here I thought you only loved me because I listen to you rant about everything for hours."

"Mind first. Then your body. Then the fact that I'm pretty sure you could stab my enemies and make it look like an accident. Everything else is just a bonus."

Nancy pressed a kiss to Eddie's cheek and let out a content sigh.

"Think we should wake them up?" she asked as the movie's credits started to roll. "It can't be comfortable to sleep like that for very long."

Eddie responded by pulling himself away from Nancy and going over to lightly shake Chrissy's shoulder.

"Up and at 'em, you two," he said. "Movie's over."

As Chrissy came to, she realized that she had fallen asleep on Steve, and she could feel her cheeks starting to burn with embarrassment. But Steve didn't seem even a little bit fazed.

"Sorry about that," he said.

"Don't be. I'm pretty sure I fell asleep on you first."

"I didn't drool on you, did I?"

"No. I think you're good."

The boys retreated back to their own room with goodnights and promises that Steve would be in charge of setting their alarm for the morning.

As Chrissy made herself comfortable and drifted back to sleep, she couldn't help but notice that the butterflies from that morning were back and stronger than ever.

#cheerscoops #harringham #steve x chrissy #chrissy x steve #my writing #wyptif

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mememanufactorum · 1 year ago

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Things my friends have said out of context (June 2023 edition)

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INTENSE ISLAND MECHANICS.

Magic bad.

Are you Irish for the night?

Now you can uninstall forever.

WELL IT'S ALMOST 1 AM FOR ME.

MAN SHE REALLY DOES HATE ME.

Bruh I had 100 nuggies in one day.

WHY THE FUCK IS [name] IN LOS ANGELES AND NAKED ON A BEACH?

[name] jingled the right keys for me.

DO WE HAVE A NEW LORD OF LIES?

There's already a character I really want to spill the guts of.

So I learned [name] owns a sub, and that sub has made it to the bottom of five of the seven seas.

It do not move around. It only go up. And down. No forward or back. Not even side to side.

Rotation is on thin ice, mister.

So what they be saying is magic is literally killing the planet.

Today’s stream is sponsored by the letter A. Why is that? Because you’re gonna hear a lot of AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

Nuh. I’m not about fancy life.

QUICK, HOW DO I INTERACT WITH PEOPLE AGAIN?

Wait I can't get away with that. This is not a receptionist job.

I want to smack people with a nuggie.

They hit your brain.

My tiredness is maxed out.

I don’t even know how many Godzilla movies he owns at this point.

A [name] with no bread is not a [name].

I am all kinds of confusion.

And now I sit here and unwind into the abyss.

It’s fine. Y’all know Japanese right?

Just ask her if she can download gas for the car.

You know, I’m starting to scare myself. I’m remembering things. My memory is working better.

Are you experiencing pain for how these people used that rice cooker?

Do you experience pain or do you experience the jolt of adventurous inspiration?

YOU CAN’T HIDE FROM ME, I HAVE TWITCH NOTIFICATIONS.

I bit into a well beyond expired donut an hour ago. I didn't notice because my sense of smell is basically non existent, and it tasted sour.

Okay even though this donut is supposed to have like every nutrient ever why does it taste like extra sour sourdough bread?

So either I have consumed a bite of a mold ridden burger or I'm going to explode into spiders. Both options I'm not a fan of.

I have consumed potate. Egg. And 10 charcoal tablets.

Now, I like deep dish personally, but uhh. My dad decided deep dish wasn’t deep enough, and created pizza cake.

He’s describing his character as if it’s not him and it’s just him.

I SWEAR I HIT THE BUTTON AND IT SOUNDED LIKE [name] WAS YELLING AT ME "GET THE FUCK-"

Tell [name] I said happy birfingdai and he'll get the best Godzilla movie, 1998 Godzilla.

So are you good now or still busy with the animaminals?

Would you rather that or unga red bunga red?

You forgot the toaster bath.

I want to bring my Switch to its knees, just like I had my PS4 turn into a jet engine.

So she was like "FUCK HUMANITY I HOPE THEY ALL ROT AND YOU KNOW WHAT I'M GOING TO TRAP EVERYONE IN AN ENDLESS LOOP".

They solve everyone but their own problem.

Can't fucking believe we actually did a bank heist.

Tiptoeing death is a [name] maneuver.

I’ll keep [name] to myself then.

Say hi and hope you don't fuck up. Freeze in place and smile awkwardly. If not, just freeze and hope they just ignore you.

I WANNA SMACK PEOPLE WITH KETCHUP OR A NUGGIE.

What if I smack you with a bag of Doritos? Or a giant cookie?

Traditional hot pot doesn't have spam.

Would you like a pizza pen?

#roleplay meme #roleplay prompt #rp meme #rp prompt

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its-a-ittle-bit-cold · 2 years ago

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You’ll be safe (to feel our grace)

Jamie Tartt/reader bc there’s a devastating shortage of these fics, Jamie Tartt Imagine

tw: child abuse, violence, language and just be careful

requested? no

posted on ao3 under uhm_why_not

It was a bad beat against Man City. In fact, it was worse than bad. The locker room is quiet when you enter, fully expecting this.

You remember these games. When the match was so hard you would go home and get drunk alone or not say a single word on the bus ride back.

In your fourteen weeks at Richmond, you’d never seen the team this quiet, never seen Dani not try and cheer people up, or Ted make some weird analogy that puts things in the perspective of a guy from Kansas.

They all barely glance at you. you traverse the locker room and make small conversation with Beard, who is standing with his arms crossed and hat tipped down near the far wall.

“Peter Wasnowski wants to talk to you,” you say. Beard meets your eyes. “He wants an honest perspective instead of Ted’s happy-go-lucky schtick.”

While you appreciated Ted’s enthusiasm and belief, sometimes being a coach is worth more than cheer twenty-four seven. As his strategic and medical coordinator, it was up to you to bring him back and to make a good reflection on the team, especially after a loss like this. Beard, stoic, silent, but wise, was your solution.

Beard acknowledges this, but when he makes for the door, a security guard peeks his head in. “Mister Tartt, you’ve a guest. Says he’s your father.” Ah, shit.

Jamie’s told you about his dad. Not much, only that he never had a great relationship with him, not now, not ever. He's always been painted in your eyes as a dick.

That's another factor to your Richmond experience: Jamie Tartt. he’s a soccer legend (although he makes fun of you calling it soccer), and he used to be a grade-A asshole, so you’ve heard from Sam and Roy. He’s Keeley, your best friend’s ex-boyfriend, and so you’ve heard your fair share of horror stories about how he used to be.

And yet…

Ever since you’ve arrived, he’s been nothing short of respectful and kind. He’s pretty funny, you would even admit. He brings you flowers on Mondays, and he turns bright red when you compliment his sense of style, even though he’s so full of himself that you would assume that he got compliments all the time. He has a facade that he puts on for fans: the untouchable, unbeatable star player of Richmond FC, the master ass himself.

His father peeks his head, trying to be comical, but the team barely reacts,

You look at Jamie. He's tense, jaw clenched and fists turning white.

His dad prods and teases about the game, making biting remarks that you just know Jamie’s taking personally. You can tell, from the slight movement of his lip, to the crescents that are sure to be forming in his palms, that he’s about to lose it.

Ted has this look on his face, protective, but not ready to intervene,

How is it, you wonder, that there is a room full of professional athletes- a team, a family - and no one is trying to defend Jamie, who is being verbally and emotionally abused by his father, right in front of them?

Jamie quietly stands up for himself. you feel a surge of pride, but the defense does nothing. his father only gets madder. You can’t help but wonder if he’s drunk or just plain crazy, because no one in their right mind would cross Jamie Tartt.

… right?

His father calls him a name and this is when you decide that Jamie is worth so much more than this. “Okay, that’s enough, sir.” you slip between the two Tartt men. Jamie’s father, crazed and hysterical, looks livid. you try and stay courteous.

“(Y/n),” Jamie’s tone is warning.

“I gave you a chance to talk to your son but I've had about enough. you need to leave.”

You have to fight hard so your voice doesn’t waver too much. There is a slight quake. You ball your hands into fists. “I won't ask again.”

“(Y/n),” Jamie says, more urgently. “don’t.”

But James Tartt Sr. ignores his son and zeros in on you. Your heart pounds in your throat

. “You think you can talk to me like that, you little slag? You fucking think that i’m scared of a little fucking bitch like you?”

“Sir-“ you put a hand out. Beard and Ted seem frozen. Finally, you can see the team reacting. Roy looks about to kill Mr. Tartt.

“Little fucking slut!” the name spits out like poison, and you don’t see the punch coming. The man’s fist collides with the left side of your nose, right next to your eye. The pain is automatic. You hit the ground and there are shouts, but your eye is watering and you can barely see. You can make out Jamie’s voice from the din.

“You don’t touch her!” There’s a sound of a blow and you look to see Mr. Tartt fall to the ground. He groans, but gets up surprisingly quickly for a man his age.

“Okay, you can get that one for free,” he laughs manically.

no.

You find a sudden burst of energy and run straight into Mister Tartt’s midriff. You wrap your arms around him and push him away, like you’ve done many times before, separating teammates from petty locker room squabbles. He smells of stale beer and body odor. Beard has the same idea as you, and together, you rid the locker room of James Tartt Sr.

there’s a wet warmness running down your lip, the taste of iron in your mouth. you press your sleeve to your bleeding nose and squeeze your eyes shut. Beard crouches next to you.

“Let me look,” he instructs, you pull your sleeve away, a drop of blood on your jacket. It’s stopped quickly, and you completely take off your coat. “Not broken. Only bruised.”

You nod.

The sound of shouting echoes down the hall and Beard tips his hat to you, leaving you alone with your back pressed against the wall.

You give yourself thirty seconds to recuperate before re-entering the locker room.

You do a double take in surprise, the sight of Roy Kent hugging Jamie Tartt is not one you ever thought you’d see.

You approach slowly, letting Jamie see you before putting your hand lightly on Roy’s back. He immediately lets go of Jamie, casts you a worried look, but gives you space.

Hesitantly, almost fearfully, Jamie takes your face into his hands, pressing a gentle thumb against the spot were his father hit you.

“He hurt you,” he whispers. You ache at the sound of pain and regret in his voice, knowing he’s probably already tearing himself up for this. You wrap your arms around him, one over his shoulders, one under his arm and pull him close. He returns the hug, holding you tightly. You feel his chest quake against you.

“I’m okay,” you tell him, voice muffled. “you’re going to be, too.”

#jamie tartt #coach beard #ted lasso #jamie needs a hug #he gets not one but two #roy kent #violwnce #validating jamie tartt #man city #s2e08 man city #jamie tartt imagine

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railroad-migraine · 3 years ago

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May I request how each of the campaign 3 characters act with a blood hunter order of the Lycan s/o (maybe their a teifling and instead of turning into a werewolf they turn more demonic?)

Ooohohohooo nice idea! I included a lot of characters here, so enjoy!

Lads, I'm so busy with college, hope y'all understand why I've been quiet :)

~ Poet

S/O is a Demon!Bloodhunter

Ashton

Is your number one fan. His favourite person has a deadly curse that they have mastered and full control over - what's not to like?

At this point, things between you can't get any weirder, and they're convinced that y'all are simply meant to be. They jokingly suggest eloping after seeing your demonic form for the first time, and laughs it off with you, but fuck, that was hot. Absolutely is certain that you guys are soulmates at this point.

He thinks that you're the most badass person he knows, and he won't let anyone not worthy of this side of you say otherwise. Tiefling, demon, bloodhunter - it's a package deal, and Ashton is all for it.

Chetney (lol)

Holy shit, you too??? Thanks for stealing my thunder there. In all honesty though, he's only teasing, because you also having two sides to you puts him at ease - he's not alone in this weird situation, not anymore.

Probably the most unfazed of the party whenever you start shifting forms, because he's got his own stuff to deal with ie. not get stepped on/trip someone up. Plus, he trusts what you're capable of - you don't need his short ass telling you how to fight when you're like this. You guys may share respective curses, but he gets the fact that you both understand and deal with them differently.

Place Chetney on your shoulders and parade around the battlefield with a cackling lycan-gnome wielding woodworker's tools while in your demonic shape. Y'all will either make the enemy cry, retreat or laugh themselves silly; it's a win-win situation.

Dorian

Is so so so accepting of who you truly are, and is so proud of you for revealing this part of you just as the party's ass was getting kicked. You were his knight in shining armour, hellfire wrapping around your body as you fought the enemy; Dorian has committed that image to memory for a future song.

Softly cups your face after the battle, because yes, in moments like this you are far more intimidating in appearance, but he can still make out that impish look on your face. It's you, but at full power, harnessing your curse's ultimate potential.

Will happily argue with Chetney throughout the night that his lovely tiefling partner changing into a demon is NOT the same as transforming into a short and squat werewolf - they actually have the decency to wear clothes, he says with a flushed face.

Fearne

When in your demonic shape, you and Fearne are arguably the most noticeable and eye catching of the party. She's a seven foot tall, drop dead gorgeous faun, and you're a stunning tiefling in your most hellish of forms.

Power couple goals, honestly. Look, we match, she coos as she winds poisonous flowers around your horns in a similar fashion to hers. Who says power can't be pretty?

She has a goal to time one of her own transformations with yours, shifting into a direwolf the moment your eyes burn brighter and your frame heightens. Such a badass way to make an impression at the beginning of a fight, and Little Mister screeches enthusiastically from behind you as you fight with newfound primal determination - Fearne can't help but huff with affection.

Imogen

Squeaks every time you switch forms. It doesn't scare her like it did the first time she saw it happen, because now she understands that it's still you under the guise of a demon - she just doesn't expect it to happen so suddenly and with little notice. That'll never get old, y'know that right?

If you are just as curious as her, while she's venturing through libraries and flicking through ancient tomes trying to figure out her strange dreams and powers, she'd love to find some books to help you understand your infernal bloodline and bloodhunter talents. Knowledge is power, and she already knows you're pretty powerful.

She gets a little shy when you stand next to her in your transformed state. You exude a different energy, magic and strength and wow, it's a lot to take in. She feels so safe at your side, and it's enough to mute the voices she hears and give her own thoughts back, just for a little while - even if they are mainly all about you.

Laudna

As your limbs twist and elongate in the middle of a particularly tough battle, with horns emerging from the crown of your head and your eyes blazing... you hear delighted applause from the warlock-sorcerer beside you. She cheers you on as you tear your way through enemies, whooping and pointing as she looks at the party, because did you see what they did? You're doing splendid, darling!

Laudna is equally fascinated and enamoured by your transformation, but should it cause you any pain during it, she is so gentle afterwards. Makes sure you're spoiled rotten when you return to the form she's more familiar with.

She's even more convinced that you're meant for each other now - you're scary, she's scary - both very *fun scary* in her opinion though. You just get each other, understanding that some people may not understand you both, but that's okay cuz you have each other and this strange found family you have. Match made in heaven (or hells...?) <3

Orym

He's heard of people like you before. Not much, but a little. He already knew that some tieflings were simply born this way, while others change over time. Either way, your heritage combined with your blood hunter curse only accentuates how special you are to him.

Finds it fascinating how it's all still you, but your entire body changes shape, as if formed by some divine template. Laughs as you grow in height, asking if you've got a few extra inches you can lend me?

He can't really put it into words, but to him, he sees you as nothing short of an angel. You were meant to bring harm and despair to this world, and yet you chose good. Orym sees past the hellfire and sharp edges; all he sees you, and how much you care for your friends and for him. And that's enough for the halfling.

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You, Me and Harry make three. Part Two.

Summary: Joey, Izzy and Harry are in a poly relationship. They're head over heels for one another and they can't seem to keep their hands off each another, even when they really need to.

Harry is the Harry Styles, the man who is known for being so open and lovable. He's nervous to let the world see his girls, what would his fans think If he was dating two girls at the same time? And they all shared the one bed and home? He doesn't want to know, he wants them all to himself.

This small story follows the three and their rendezvous together behind the scenes.

Masterlist.

Part One.

Warnings: Switch!Harry, Mommy kink, slight Daddy kink, FxFxM threesome, fingering, oral sex f+m receiving, Male + Female penetrative sex, Female + Female sex, spanking, choking, hair pulling, sneaking around (?) masturbation and mentions of it, degradation kink, praise kink, dirty talking, anal play, biting, polyamorous relationship.

A/N: Izzy and Joey are OCs! Their features will be discussed in this, if you don’t want to envision them how I write them, feel free to use your own images of them! I hope you’ve enjoyed them as much as I have! Harry Joey and Izzy are now my new babies, and I will protect them with my whole heart 🥺

Word count: 5.3k.

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"This place is amazing!"

"If singing on stage gives you this, sign me up for your supporting act H!"

Harry smiles and laughs watching his girls, the pair in awe running about the Italian villa he owns, hidden away amongst shrubbery and gated security, no one only Harry and his team know about this villa, it's a very secret location that Harry has done all he can to not let people find this place. It's not as grand as you would think it would be, a millionaire rockstar having a smallish Italian villa decorated mainly in old vintage Italian furniture, is not something you would hear of very often, most singers would have penthouses with the latest technology and fast cars in the driveway — not Harry, he would take this small secluded villa with a vintage convertible in the driveway over a multi million dollar penthouse with a Lamborghini in the front.

"Recognise the decor?" He asks as they both walk back in, their sunglasses pushed up into their hairs and their summer dresses flowing above their knees, their smiles bright and their arms linked as they look at Harry before them.

"No way! It's the theme we suggested for this place! Look Iz, it's the painting you suggested we buy in the art gallery last time we went to France!"

Joey says tugging Izzys arm and pointing at a large painting on the wall behind the dining table, the silhouette of a woman laying on a sofa with fabric draped over her, the sofa situated on a balcony as the sunset casts down onto her making her dark against the painting, the sunset the main focus as the arch of the balcony door in the golden hues of the sunset seeping in around the room. Harry fell in love with it in the gallery the last time they all took a trip there, Izzy grabbing his hand and pulling him towards where it was being showcased as Joey chatted to the artist about another piece that caught her eye. Harry loved the way Izzy was in awe over this work of art, he knew instantly he needed it somewhere personal and private for them all, he knew this villa he was had being done up would be the perfect place for the painting.

It was all perfect, and Harry loved it.

"I think she looks like Jo, that's why I loved it. See? The curves and the way she's laid out — confident and beautiful, it's our Jo!" Izzy says sweetly, causing Joey to kiss her head and nod for Harry to join them, the three of them all hugging and looking up at the painting, Izzy squished in the middle as Joey and Harry hold onto her with love.

"I think, we should have a wine and pasta night — right way to start our vacation, mmh?" Harry asks kissing the two girls heads, the pair looking at him with all the adoration in the world, his white goggle glasses pushed into his curly hair, his long sleeve white and navy shirt on his torso along with linen white trousers on his legs accompanied by scruffy vans with pink laces on his feet, he looked like art — if they could, they would chose him as the painting for the wall.

"Are you cooking it? Mister pasta chef?" Joey asks teasing him by brushing her nose off his, the pair close to one another as Izzy rests her head on Joey's arm looking at Harry and Joey tease one another with little kisses and lip bites filled with small laughs and breathy moans.

"I'll try my best, how about you two clean up? You both must be worn out and sweaty from our trip here" he says with a wink, kissing the two girls before disappearing off into the kitchen, a near skip in his step as he smiles heading to make dinner for him and his girls.

"I think he was jealous of our bathroom trip" Joey says as Izzy laughs blushing a little, Joey wrapping her arm around her shoulder and kissing her forehead many times as they walk and laugh towards their bedroom, the bathroom awaiting them — much like the bathroom in Harry's private jet did.

As the girls fill up the bathtub, giggles and lavender filled bubbles kissing their skin as they share time together, soft innocent touches and jokes passed back and forth as they washed one another and kissed showing affection amongst many small cuddle sessions that always ended up with Izzy plastering lavender bubbles on Joey's face when she closed her eyes to relax, Joey retaliating with splashing water at Izzy as she fights back, their laughs echoing around the villa as Harry smiles to himself, his music playing not being loud enough to block out their laughs.

The kitchen is dimly lit, candles filled the space as his record player spins an old Fleetwood Mac vinyl of his, the sunset casting a slight hue through the back doors of the villa, the curtains framing the glass doors blowing slightly in the summer breeze of Italy. Harry is humming while stirring the pasta, his body filled with warmth and excitement as he prepares the meal, sauce in a pan while he cooks the pasta, flour on his apron from when he tried to make pasta from scratch from a recipe book he bought the last time he was here alone, this is the first time he's brought his girls here — it's safe to say, he'll never come here alone again, it's meant to be filled with laughs and the smell of pasta cooking while Fleetwood Mac dances around the aroma scented villa, Harry knows he can never come here alone again.

He would never want to come here alone again.

"Is that meatballs I smell?" Izzy says skipping out into the kitchen, her hair damp and Harry's black vintage Pink Floyd on her body, a pair of his boxers on her legs as shorts as she nearly dances into Harrys arms as he holds them out, turning them both so they're facing the stove, his hand stirring the sauce and meatballs with a wooden spoon as Izzy cuddles into him.

"Here, take a taste — we all know you're the meatball connoisseur" Harry laughs, holding up half a meatball covered in tomato sauce filled with herbs and spices he found. She leans forward and wraps her lips around the end of the spoon, her tongue lapping up all the sauce along with the meat as she pulls away looking at him with furrowed brows as she tastes it, swishing it about and gathering up all the flavours he's added in.

"Good?" He asks nervously, her silence deafening as she smiles, leaning over to lick the remainders off the spoon while holding eye contact with him.

"Your sauce always tastes nice, H" she says kissing his neck, holding eye contact with him as she spins around and heads back towards the bedroom, his mouth slightly open as he watches her leave, her small frame disappearing as he gulps while turning his attention back to the food.

"How's our boy getting on?" Joey asks brushing through her hair, Izzy watching her in awe sitting behind her on the bed, Joey's eyes on her in the mirror as she sits at the vanity smiling at her.

"Dancing to Stevie and making dinner, he's okay" she giggles as Joey smiles, leaving down her hairbrush and joining Izzy on their bed, another one of Harry's t shirts on her body also, a white Rolling Stones t shirt, small holes in the neck and hem of the shirt from how long Harry has owned it and wore it. Harry is obsessed with seeing them in his clothes, always telling them to wear his shirts around the house when they're all alone — he loves seeing them wrapped in his things, claiming them as his and only his.

"We should feel bad for letting him cook alone" Joey says leaning over Izzy, straddling her waist as her chin knocks against their forehead gently to signal for her to lay down, her brown damp hair fanning around her head as Joey rests above her, smiling down softly at her as they bask in one another's presence in the warm golden hue of the lamps on the bed side tables.

"He insisted, he loves to cook" Izzy says sighing when Joey connects their lips, Izzys hands coming up to cup her face as Joey holds onto her thigh with one hand and cradling her head with the other, her nails scratching at her scalp as Izzys thighs lock around Joey's waist and holding her against her more as they kiss slowly and passionately, the pair smiling and worshiping one another as they listen to Harry softy sing in the kitchen cooking them all dinner.

They're all in bliss, their safe haven being their only escape from the world and the only time they can all be alone and show one another how much they care for each other. Sure they have their alone times in hotel rooms and back stage, but it's nothing like being locked away in a villa in a country that isn't demanding Harry to be on talk shows and random small interviews here and there, it's a place where they can just relax and not care about the beady eyes of the public and Jeff banging down the doors demanding Harry being at a certain place. This is the second vacation all three have spend together, the first being in Spain and now they're here, they've all preferred secluded small villas to grand luxurious hotel suites looking over the whole City of Venice.

The small villa with two gardens filled with flowers, trees and a small patch where Harry said he would one day grow his own vegetables if he gets to stay here that long, he wants to grow his own food to be able to make authentic dishes for his pasta loving girlfriends — this villa is enough for him, and he would never want to have a luxurious life filled with money and expensive clothes and furniture that probably would break if you touched it, Harry doesn't want that — he wants a vintage decorated villa, filled with flowers out front while Stevie sings around the building on vinyl as his girls laugh, almost in tune with every song as he cooks and treats them like he wants to, treat them like his lovers — and one day, like his wives.

"Came to get you two for dinner, but looks like you're getting to dessert without me" Harry says from the doorframe, his body leaned on it as he stands with his flour covered apron, a smile on his lips as the girls pause and look at him, Joey nearly between Izzys thighs as they laugh and blush looking at him.

"Come on, dinners served Madams!" Harry jokes leading them both to where he's set up, the back garden is filled with fairy lights, the bushes and trees decorated in the small lights as the table sits in a small patch of grass amongst all the high bushes and trees, shielding them from any prying eyes that could be near by.

"I think we're underdressed for this" Joey says looking at hers and Izzys current states, the pair only wearing Harrys t shirts and his boxers as shorts, Harry beside them with a stained apron and his clothes from this morning when they flew over.

"Who says? Tonight, I actually decided the theme is half naked and drunk on Italian wine" he shrugs leading them to their chairs, the girls smiling and laughing as the places one kiss to their lips each, their smiles never fading as Harry excuses himself, leaving his girls under the fairy lights as they look around in awe at the garden.

He soon strides out, only in his long sleeve shirt and boxers, dishes in his hands filled with their meal as the pair laugh and cheer in excitement and also whistling for their boyfriend who's half naked dishing them their dinner, his confidence sky rocketing as his girls take him in, complementing him and his food as he passes out a plate to them, leaving one at his place at the table as he wanders back inside, Izzy shouting about how his bum looks while Joey laughs about how "biteable his British bum looks" Harry will never get tired of her saying that to him.

Their dinner is filled with laughs, complements thrown at Harry for his cooking and wine filled jokes and stories about their times together, Izzy acting out how Harry first reacted to Joey using a strap on, on him and Joey acting out how Harry drunkenly tried to sing for the two, half naked and using a shampoo bottle as a mic as the pair sat half asleep in the bed, their boyfriend after waking them up by belting a mashup of any song he could think of at three in the morning in their hotel room — it's safe to say it's one of their favourite memories together even if Harry only half remembers it.

Their tipsy jokes and random touches has lead them to their bedroom, Harry tied up to the headboard as Joey straddles Izzy at the end of the bed, the pair putting on a show as Harry whines and rattles his hands against the handcuffs to try and break free to touch them, his underwear suffocating his erection as he watches the girls fully naked touching and kissing one another, clearly getting off on how Harry is reacting to watching them, his body covered in sweat as he whines and curses into the air.

"You can whine all you want baby boy, but you're ours tonight, you do as you're told, got it?" Joey says as she pants slightly, Izzy suckling on her nipples and kissing her breasts as Joey speaks to Harry, her eyes on him as he bites his lip and nods obsessively at her.

"Yes, yes I'll do as I'm told" he says as Joey smiles, grasping Izzys hair in her fingers and pressing her face closer to her breasts as she keeps her eyes on Harry, knowing it drives him wild when she does this.

"Yes who?" She says as Izzy reacts to this also, her small whines coming out in tune with Harrys as they both curse and look at Joey with glassy eyes and their full attention on her.

"Yes, mommy" Harry says slowly, his head foggy and only focused on Joey and Izzy, his body feels like jelly as he smiles lazily and bites his lip watching his girls please one another in front of him.

"Good boy" she hums out, taking Izzy off her breasts lightly and laying her down on her back, her eyes on the small girl as she smiles in response, her bottom lip between her teeth as Joey lowers herself, kissing her body as she goes lower and lower towards where Izzy needs her most.

Harry is whining and tugging against the handcuffs as Joey eats Izzy out, Izzys own moans coming out and mixing in the air with Harrys as Joey feeds off their reactions, Izzy falling apart on her tongue as Harry falls apart only by looking at them, he's pretty sure he could cum just by looking at them — it's happened before, both girls ended up loving it and he ended up loving being humiliated by the pair as he whined into their mouths with his underwear filled with his own cum in the back of a limo on their way home from an event, the windows tinted but they all love the thrill of being found out as they're all on top of one another in a limo.

"Look at him Iz, getting hard by looking at you getting your pretty cunt ate" Joey says pulling away to slip her fingers into Izzys cunt, coaxing her towards her second orgasm of the night as Izzy moans and squirms about on the bed, much like Harry is at the top of the bed, his arms clattering in the metal against the headboard as Joey holds eye contact with him as she dips back down to suck at Izzys clit.

"Please, let me touch you both, mommy please" he whines as Izzy moans out loudly, her second high washing over her as Joey licks and laps up her release with a smile kissing her thighs as she rides her through her high, the pair glistening in sweat as they pleasure one another before their boyfriend who's about to fall apart watching it all.

"Mommy, Haz wants go touch himself" Izzy speaks up, Joey worshipping her body as Izzy looks at Harry clenching his own thighs together, trying anything to get some relief as he's restrained to the headboard.

"Should we let him? Let him touch his cock and watch us have some fun?" Joey says looking at Izzy who's pleading for Harry, needing to see him touch himself as Joey smiles at her.

"Alright baby girl, you let Haz out and I'll get our special toy we love, okay?" She instructs Izzy who's crawling towards a frustrated Harry who's covered in sweat and needing someone to touch him. She lets him free with the click of a key in the lock of the cuffs, Joey grabbing hers and Izzys favourite toy from their toy bag they bring with them everywhere — it's a double sided blue dildo, Harry loves it when they use it before him, they even face time him and use it while he's away on his own, his hand tugging at his cock as he watches them through a screen falling apart on their favourite toy.

Harry is loving it, watching them now in person, holding onto one another as they use the dildo together, their clits brushing off one another's as they move along the toy, Harry being instructed to touch himself but not to cum, Joey insisting that he be edged until she can finally fuck him. The girls are whining and moaning as they brush up against one another as they move, one of Joey's legs up on Izzys shoulders as both of Izzys legs hug Joey's waist while Joey's other leg rests around Izzys back holding her up against her body a little, preventing her from falling down in pleasure.

"Look so good, gonna cum all over myself just by looking at you both" Harry moans out, his hand lazily stroking his cock as Joey laughs while biting her lip looking at him, Izzy moaning away as Joey holds onto her, rocking their lips back and forth as they please one another.

"Yeah? You gonna cum all over yourself like you did that night in the limo? Poor baby couldn't even hold it in, came just by watching his girls make out" Joey teases him as Harry whines at her words, loving how she humiliates him yet again, his hand squeezing his cock to prevent himself from cumming just by listening to the words falling from her swollen plumped up lips.

Both Izzy and Joey fall apart on the toy, Harry nearly cumming along with them but when he earns a slap to his thigh by Joey he soon collects himself and tries to hold it off in the hopes that he gets some action too, the curly haired man coated in sweat biting his tongue to hold off on saying the wrong thing that could lead to him going to sleep hard and frustrated while his girls sleep peacefully around him, content and satisfied.

"Think he deserves to have his ass played with Iz? Think he deserves to have Mommy's tongue in his hole?" Joey asks as Izzy smiles lazily at her, the pair now kissing and laying beside one another on the bed as Harry watches them with pleading eyes.

"Yes mommy, he's been a good boy for you, want to watch you eat his hole" Izzy sighs out as Joey kisses her hard before slapping her Sensitive cunt with a laugh earning her a squeal and laugh from Izzy in return as she scurries up beside Harry, Joey watching as Harry whines into Izzys mouth as they kiss desperately.

"Good girl, giving Harry your pretty lips" Joey hums sitting in front of the pair, leaning over to brush Izzys hair out of the way as her and Harry whine into one another's mouths, tongues and teeth clashing as Joey observes them with a smile over how submissive the two of them are for her.

"Been such a good boy H, think you deserve my mouth. On your knees, and put that pretty ass up in the air" Joey instructs him, Izzy breaking away from him as he jumps into position, his head against the sheets as Izzy sits in front of him, brushing the curls from his face and littering small kisses all over him as Joey slaps his ass a few times to rile him up even more.

"Such a pretty hole. Desperate for it aren't ya baby boy? Clenching around nothing" Joey hums out as she runs her thumb over his hole, hearing his whines against the sheets as Izzy smiles and cooes at him while Joey bends down, running her tongue over his hole as he clutches onto the bed sheets.

"Doing so good mommy, Haz is tearing up over your tongue. Does it feel good?" She says to Joey and then looking down at Harry who now has his head in her lap, his cheek against her thigh as she runs her thumb over his cheeks soothing him as he desperately squirms under Joey's touch as she licks into his hole behind him.

"Feels s'good, fucking hell" he moans out loudly when Joey finally slips her fingers into him, the bottle of lube being discarded onto the bed beside them as Harry holds onto Izzys thighs while burying his head in her thighs also, moaning loudly from the pleasure as Izzy holds onto him, making eye contact with Joey every now and then as she happily licks and fingers Harry's hole just how he likes it.

"That's it baby, take mommy's fingers" Joey moans out watching as Harrys hole takes her fingers like nothing, his moans loud as she curls them up and hits off his prostate which sends him into a frenzy, his cock hard and leaking between his legs as he fights off his orgasm like Joey is demanding him to do, his thighs being slapped everytime she knows he's close to letting go.

"He needs to cum so badly mommy, can he cum?" Izzy asks Joey innocently, her eyes glassy and her lips swollen from biting down on them watching Harry fall apart as he rests his head on her thighs, his eyes looking up into hers as he silently pleads with her to ask can he cum.

"He's not cumming until Mommy puts her special cock into his hungry hole" Joey says through gritted teeth as she moans out watching as Harry squirms and moans for her, pleading with her to let him cum as they all look desperately at one another.

"Gonna go and get our special toy baby, Izzy keep our boy company" Joey instructs as Izzy bends down to engage in hers and Harrys own quiet conversation, small laughs and whispers heard amongst kisses as Joey smiles fondly, gathering up her strap on and pulling it up onto her as Izzy showers Harry in delicate kisses as he basks in all the attention, loving the adoration all over him.

It's only a few more minutes before Harry is losing his mind on the bed, his hands clutching onto Izzys thighs as she rubs his back and runs her fingers through her hair, Joey behind Harry pounding into him with her strap on as she praises him to no end, Harry loving the praise and attention as he gets ruined by his two girls.

"You love this, don't you? Getting fucked in the ass, wonder what your fans would think if they knew this, Harry Styles begging to be fucked in the ass and desperate to cum" Joey says which causes Harry to moan out loudly, Joey's hand joining izzys in his hair as she pulls on his hair erupting a growl from his chest at the feeling.

"Bet they'd all go crazy knowing you love to call me Mommy also, they'd love to know how fucking desperate to cum you get and how needy you are for a cock up your ass" Izzy moans at Joey's words also, the pair getting off at her words as she gives it her all, her hips snapping up against Harrys as his cock rests on the sheets rubbing off the soft cotton with each thrust of her hips.

"They'd also love how he likes to be called daddy, right mommy?" Izzy joins in on Harrys humiliation, his lazy smile up at Izzy as she joins in, almost proud of her as Joey holds the same smile, their quiet girl being vocal in bed is something they love, they know how hard it is for her to be like this, so when a few filthy words slip from her lips they both beam at her like she just learned how to talk for the first time.

"That's right Iz, they'd go crazy if they knew what a whore our baby boy is in bed, how kinky he really is and how much he loves to be man handled by his girls" Joey says as Izzy beams happily at her, the girl proud of herself for making them both smile and for speaking out loud in bed, especially when her words earned her a moan from Harry that sent shivers up her spine over how desperate he sounded.

"M'gonna cum, harder mommy please!" He begs out as Joey pounds into him harder, Izzy immediately reaching under his hips to grab his cock as Harry catches her nipple in his mouth, her breasts in his face as she strokes his cock, his moans vibrating through Izzy as Joey moans watching them both moan at one another at the head of the bed.

Joey's hands dig harder into Harrys waist, his ass jiggling as she pounds into him from behind, his body coated in sweat as her red hand prints are clearly visible on his cheeks from earlier, his body shaking as he nears his high, toes curling against the sheets as Joey doesn't stop moving, her own body coated in sweat as she puts power behind her thrusts to get their boyfriend to cum, every thrust she sends into him causing the dildo to brush against his prostate sending him into a frenzy.

"Pump him harder Iz, he's almost there, aren't you baby boy? Gonna cum all over Izzys hand and the sheets, yeah?" Joey asks as Harry moans out with a nod, his hands desperately gripping onto Izzys thighs and his mouth sucking her nipple as Izzy moans out at the feeling, stroking his cock faster and harder, Harrys hand rutting against her hand and the sheets.

"Fucking him so good mommy, come on Haz, cum for me and mommy" Izzy spits out as she moans at the feeling of Harry sucking on her nipples, Harry finally letting go at the sound of her dirty talking, it's not expected from her but when she doesn't spit out a few curses or dirty words it sends him and Joey over the edge, their innocent girlfriend talking dirty is something they never knew could make them crumble so quickly.

"Thank you mommy, thank you, thank you" he slurs out when Joey pulls out, his head of curls resting on Izzys thighs as she pulls the curls from his sweaty forehead, her fingers separating each curl from being matted together with sweat as Joey cleans off the dildo and runs to get a wash cloth to clean him up — Harry having his own washcloth, a light blue one, Izzy having a lilac one while Joey has a dark purple one, each one of them having their own colours.

"I know bub, just bare with me, just need to clean you up" Joey cooes out while wiping his hole and cock, Harry hissing and groaning over how sensitive he is right now, his lips kissing small kisses over Izzys thighs as Joey smiles at their small interaction.

"Did so good for us H, need to come back to me now yeah?" Joey says as Izzy kisses his face to try and coax him out of his sub space, his eyes hooded and tear filled as Izzy tries to help him come back.

"Mommy, thank you" he slurs out which causes Joey to throw his washcloth into the laundry hamper and crawl up beside him and wrap her arm around his back, flipping him over so he's half laying on each of their laps as they look down at him.

"No H, it's Joey now, come back to me, come back to Joey baby" she says soothing him quietly, his eyes falling closed before his mind finally clears of the fog that filled it, his smile wide in his blissed out state as he begins to come back.

"M'back now" he mumbles out as the two girls laugh a little, kissing him as he smiles lazily wrapping his arms around their thighs as they rest against the headboard with Harry in their laps.

"Think it's time for a bath. H, you follow Izzy and she'll get the bath ready while I clean up in here, okay?" Joey says instructing them all once again, the pair disappearing into the bathroom, Harry having to be held up by Izzy which was comical to watch, her small frame trying to keep his tall one up as her head rests on his bicep trying to guide him.

Their small conversation and laughs are heard from the bathroom, the water running and the smell of Harry's favourite lavender bath salts filling their noses as Joey pulls of the messy sheets, pulling on some new ones and quickly joining her babies in the bathroom, the pair now in the bath and splashing one another with water, Izzy resting against Harrys chest between his legs as they leave a space in front of her for where Joey usually sits, Izzy usually being sandwiched between the two as they all relax together.

"Room for one more?" Joey asks which causes them all to smile, remembering how she said those exact words when she saw Izzy and Harry making out across the room in the club two years ago, from then on, they never once regretted saying ...

"Always room for one more"

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thefanficmonster · 4 years ago

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Love For The Faceless

Corpse Husband x Youtuber!Reader(Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Y/N is a YouTube gamer who has recently gained a much larger following thanks to the streams she does with her friends. Naturally, considering her faceless and bodiless nature, people are starting to get curious about her. When she finally follows her friend Corpse’s example, a lot more than her hands is revealed.

Requested by anon, you know who you are 😉 Thank you so much for placing a request and hope this fic fulfills the expectations you have for it.

“Hey!“ I greet the lobby as I finally hop into the Discord call after quickly saying ‘hi‘ to my audience.

I’ve been a YouTuber for four years now and I’ve only recently started streaming, encouraged to do so by my best friend Rae. She’s the one who got me in multiplayer games such as Among Us and Phasmophobia which led me to meet her amazing gaming squad that consists of some of the most famous names on the platform. They are all wonderful people and I will forever be in Rae’s debt for introducing me to them. However, becoming friends with Felix, Sean and the rest of the team brought not only a more fulfilled life, but also a small boost in following. Who am I kidding, it wasn’t small. It was overwhelming, terrifying even.

My YouTube channel had a little over a million subscribers at the start of quarantine and now....now it’s closer to three million. Speaking of three million, I’m about to reach it any day now and it’s really hard to believe. I’m a gaming youtuber and I’ve never considered changing my genre despite expecting to not get any attention whatsoever, with all the big names on the platform. I was convinced not even as many as a hundred people would stumble across my videos and now here we are.

My OG subscribers are very supportive of my sudden growth and are defending me when my newer fans ask for a face reveal or whatnot. While we’re on that topic I might have to mention that not even my YouTube friends, and that includes Rae have seen my face. I’ve been faceless and bodiless for the entirety of my time on social media. Some claim I do it to grab more attention or for dramatic effect, but the reason is beyond that. I’m not shallow. Actually, shallow people are the reason I don’t show my face. I’ve never been the prettiest, but my middle school bully thought that I wasn’t lacking self confidence enough. As a result, I ended up with a not so handsome scar on my right cheek that starts from the corner of my mouth and nearly misses my eye. Yeah, it’s a long and pretty noticeable scar that has thankfully become less and less obvious as the years have progressed. Still, it’s not something I’d like to show to my viewers.

Eight ‘hi’s greet me back, each making my smile grow wider. “Sorry I’m late guys. Technical difficulties.”

“Don’t worry.“ Rae’s voice dominates over the rest, “Corpse still isn’t here so we’re waiting for him.“

I mute myself on the Discord call and take a look at my comments. I’m most flattered by the comments about my voice. Seeing as how they don’t have much to compliment about me other than my content, they make the nicest comments about my voice, personality and humor. Those comments are the ones who warm my heart most. Even when people in my day to day life compliment my appearance I can’t find it in me to believe they are being genuine. I’d like to believe these amazing people are being one hundred percent honest when they tell me they like me for who I am and not for what I might look like.

“Sorry I’m late guys.“ A deep voice causes me to even physically jolt, switching my focus from the comments to the Among Us lobby where my eyes land on the newly materialized black avatar.

“Hi Corpse.“ Rae greets him.

“Hello mister who broke Twitter!“ Sean laughs, provoking the laughter of the rest of the players.

“Yeah, congratulations man. That’s a big deal.“ Felix chimes in.

“Thanks guys, but I think you’re forgetting we’re talking about a picture of my hand.“ Corpse chuckles timidly. I have noticed how shy he gets when someone gives him a compliment - like a snail slowly withdrawing in its shell. I find it adorable.

“That’s what makes it even better!“ I unmute my mic, sending my own congratulations.

“While we’re on that topic...“ Rae begins, waiting for the rest of us to shut our traps, suggesting she has something important to say. “Y/N, do you ever plan on doing a reveal like that? Not a face reveal. Just a body part reveal.“

I have no problem talking about the subject with friends but I get nervous when I’m supposed to discuss it with my fans. Seeing as how everyone, including myself, is streaming right now, I get a bit of a stutter in my speech. “Haven’t thought about it yet. But I guess a body part reveal is harmless.” I cringe immediately after letting the words leave my mouth, “That sounds so weird.”

Rae knows that I’m not too fond of my face, but I haven’t told her about my scar yet. I let almost all people I’ve met online think I’m using my lack of appearance for effect. For the mystery of it all. Mysteries attract people which equals attention. Attention equals views and the domino effect continues.

“Just a suggestion. No pressure.“ Rae adds quickly, knowing full well I get anxious when the subject is brought up in front of cameras. “Let’s get this game started, shall we.”

* * *

The idea dwells in my mind, sitting on the back burner even after I disconnect from the Discord call. I’m sitting in my gaming chair, which was a gift for my two million milestone, and weighing out the pros and cons of the action Rae suggested I take.

“It’s a picture of your fucking hand, dummy. How bad can it turn out?“ I say out loud, shaking my head at my indecisiveness. “You’ll be fine.”

In a blur, two pictures are already posted on my Instagram. The first one captioned ‘Took a leaf from my friend’s book. Did I do it right @ corpsehusband?’ and the second ‘Thanks, Rae. These are on you.’

Rae’s POV

As I’m watching a movie in my living room, I get a notification from Instagram, informing me that Y/N has posted for the first time in a while.

I scoff, “More like the first time in forever.”

The first thing that comes to my mind is the possibility of her reaching that three million milestone that’s been long time coming. I bring the glass of water that’s sitting on my coffee table to my lips, taking a sip as I tap the notification. The picture I see makes me hurry to put the glass back down so I don’t drop it. Y/N’s hand. Her fingers are covered with several thin rings each. And here I thought Corpse had too many rings, this girl has at least two on every finger!

Then my eyes land on the second picture she has posted only minutes after the first and my heart drops. I struggle to get the water that’s been sitting in my moth down my esophagus while my mind is struggling with the task to comprehend the picture I’m looking at.

Another hand is resting on top of Y/N’s. A hand also covered in rings but fewer and larger. The nails are painted black.

I think I know who it belongs to.

Before I can even finish the thought, I’m dialing Y/N. She picks up after the second ring, sound cheery as ever as she greets me. “Hey Rae!”

“Don’t you ‘Hey Rae’ me!” I practically scream. I hate being kept in the dark about anything ever so this is just driving me mad. On top of all, she’s my best friend, for fuck’s sake. “Is that Corpse in the photo with you?!”

“Ugh....“ the cheeriness to her voice is all but gone now.

I go on with my rant, not giving her the time to reply. Not that she would reply. I bet she doesn’t know what to say. “So he knows where you live?! Or was the picture taken at his place?! He knows what you look like?! You have seen him! He has seen you in real life but me, your best friend, haven’t!!! You are breaking Covid 19 protection laws to take pictures?! Are you fucking serious, Y/N?!”

There’s a long moment of silence which frustrates me even more but I literally have run out of things to yell and the power to be angry. I mean, I still am, I just can’t express it.

“Rae, sweetheart, please calm down. You’re scary when you’re mad.“ This girl has some fucking nerve! She’s on the verge of laughing!

“Listen here you...“

“Rae, please stop scaring my girlfriend.“ That oh so distinguishable, oh so familiar voice interrupts me.

I am flabbergasted, for a lack of a better term.

“Now that we’ve got you quiet, I can explain.“ Y/N pics up the conversation, “Corpse and I have been dating for six, almost seven months now. We started dating around Easter after talking for quite some time. We moved in together at the end of September. All thanks to you, Rae. You’re the best.” She pauses to breathe in real quick, “There, all caught up?“

I’m in no less shock than I was before she explained. Actually, I think I might be even more confused now. It all just feels like a fever dream. “Yes...no. I don’t fucking know! I need details, Y/N!”

“Details later.“ Corpse makes his presence known once again, “We’re watching Family Guy right now. Talk to you later.“

“Love you, Rae!“ Y/N calls out before the line goes dead.

My arm goes limp, dropping my phone on the couch next to me.

“Motherfuckers” I mumble under my breath.

Y/N’s POV

It’s been a week since Rae has stopped talking to both Corpse and me. I know she just needs some time to cool off. In the meantime, the rest of our friends were informed and, as oppose to Rae, were nothing but supportive and overjoyed. I bet Rae feels the same way though. Sean, Dave and the rest of the gang have confirmed that she’s incredibly happy for us and says she noticed a spark between me and him since day one, but she can’t help but be mad at us, and especially me, for not telling her sooner.

“Any regrets?“ I remember Corpse asking me when we hung up on her after dropping the bomb.

“Not being able to see her face when she saw the picture.“ I beam at him, feeling as content as ever.

He laughs, agreeing with me before leaning down to kiss me.

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thebadboyfanclub · 4 years ago

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It’s Alright Darling (Sherlock x Reader)

Ok... Was this requested? No. Am I writing it cause anything Henry Cavill related makes me feel happy? Yes. Enjoy!

Being Sherlock Holmes assistant was something a lot of people would kill for and that makes it even better if you think about the irony of it. However, since Sherlock wasn’t a normal person to mostly everything he did, he had decided to hire a woman as his assistant, Mycroft called him mad and unhinged almost every time he brought up her name. (Y/n) was one of the most intelligent people he had ever been around, combining that with a charming personality was the recipe to success.

“Well, well, well I see my brother is full of surprises”

“Hello there Mycroft is so nice to see you again as well”

She spoke in an clearly ironic tone as she took of her gloves, she was never a fan of hats other than the occasions she knew she would be under the sun for hours. As she walked in the living room area for what seemed like their childhood home, Sherlock had requested for (y/n) to arrive a day later than the brothers, knowing that her and his older brother were like oil and water he chose to “prepare the grounds” first.

“Where is the young little Holmes?”

“Inside, talking with miss Harrison”

“Alright... who is miss Harrison?”

“Miss Harrison is an excellent teacher and a friend of mine, come to think of it maybe you should go in and ask her to take you as well... you might be a bit old but I’m sure she can make an exception”

Mycroft found (y/n) intolerant, she was dismissive, unladylike, mouthy and a feminist, he still does not understand what asset do she brought to his younger brother. She only smiled while sitting at one of the chairs

“I will let you know I was an excellent student in all my academic achievements, although I suppose you were one as well that doesn’t really prove someone’s intelligence or manners, right mister Holmes?”

Sherlock let a laugh be heard at (y/n)’s quick response, even though he would never take sides and sometimes wanted them to get along, he had accepted that it would never happen and simply enjoyed the situation.

“Amused brother? Of course you are as mad as her since you didn’t only hire her, you kept her around and brought her in my home”

“Now Now mister Holmes, what type of gentleman would you be if you threaten to through out not just a lady but your younger brothers guest, unfortunately you are just further proving my point about our little quarrel”

Before he had the chance to respond a young girl walked in, wearing a white undergarment dress and looking disheveled. The girl who (y/n) could only assume was the infamous Enola didn’t even notice her being in this room.

“No, don’t do this to me. Let me remain happy, I am happy here”

“You are a young woman now Enola, you need an education”

“Test me, on anything you think I need to know in order to be sufficient for this world”

“If she taught you so well, you wouldn’t be standing in your undergarment in front of me”

Silence fell in the room for a quick second. His disgusting answer to his own sister made (Y/n) get on her feet, Enola quickly let her gaze fall on the young woman that was now in her house.

“Why is that a problem Mister Holmes? Undergarments are scandalous for the men when a woman they are interested in wears them, she is your underaged sister”

“This is a family matter, it does not- I repeat- does not concern you”

“Of course it does not concern me, but it does concern me when a young girl is being held accountable for walking in her home, to her brothers, completely covered and still being shamed for it”

Enola understood by that quick argument the lady was not here because of Mycroft, so it only meant she was Sherlocks company, she is not his wife since if not invited he would have at least informed their mother, so perhaps a girlfriend?

“Enola you have no hopes of making a husband out of your state, neither do you... miss (y/l/n)”

“I don’t want a husband”

Enola claimed, raising her voice at the ridiculous claim her brother made. Even though they haven’t been properly introduced they had developed a mutually liking for each other, at a brief look they seemed to have the same outlook on life.

“And that is another thing you need to have educated out of you”

At that Enola turned to look at her other brother, Sherlock, who had remained radio silent throughout this entire conversation. Enola kneeled in front of him, as Sherlock looked at her and then broke eye contact to look down at the book he was holding.

“Sherlock, Don’t let him do this to me”

“You are his ward”

“Make me yours. Guide me. Teach me. For him I am nuisance. For you-”

“Enola. I’m sorry, but it’s out of my hands”

“Just like his cruelty to our mother was out of your hands”

Cruelty to their mother? No, Sherlock would have never allowed his mother to go through anything, he is a man of honor... isn’t he? (Y/n) felt her stomach tighten as she saw this tragic scene unravel, she hoped Sherlock would have accepted and took her in.

“She is not dangerous. She is remarkable and always has been. And if you still can’t see that then shame on you both”

“So remarkable she left you in my care”

Mycroft shot back. (Y/n) could almost feel the pain the young girl felt, you could see it in her eyes how that was an arrow straight in her heart. (Y/n) decided to step up and try to help, she approached the young girl with a kind smile and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Come on, let’s get you out of here to calm down. Seems like your brothers don’t share the same love and admiration you do for the woman that made them who they are”

“I am a self made successful man”

“but you wouldn’t be no man if the woman you frown upon had not broken her hips and went through hours of painful labor. Take that as some food for thought before you school me on my manners”

Sherlock looked at her in awe, as she stood proudly next to his sister and became the shield he should have been. Standing up for a girl you haven’t even spoken to or knew before this.

“Let’s go young Enola, seems like a woman’s presence is wanted here only when she does as she is told”

“Come in”

“Can I open this door and be promised that I will remain safe or are you holding a dagger and you are ready to take me out of this world?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, dagger you in your own household? I would probably wait to poison you a few days after we leave and write the paperwork of you firing me”

He smiled at her plan as he closed the door in her room. It was already nightfall and the only light here were a few candles, he had let her take a breather after the unfortunate event that had occurred previously. Even though he wasn’t the one that she went toe to toe with, his silence was as obnoxious to her as his brothers loud ignorance towards the female gender.

“You are upset”

“Of course not, why would I be? It’s not like you let that man embarrass his own sibling and talk down to his mother without her being in the room”

She had remained sited in the chair next to the table, a book open that seemed like she was writing on rather than reading it. He was aware she was holding a journal, he didn’t blame her for it, having a job like she did she was in desperate need of something to keep her sane.

“This is a very wary subject”

“I am aware of it, I just can’t seem to understand why not comfort her, try to change your brothers opinion, anything that will show you care for her, you do care for her, right Sherlock?”

“She is my baby sister (y/n), that’s a given”

She closed her book. She ran her hand through her through her hair and got up from her sit, her hands going in front of her torso at a defensive demeanor, even when Sherlock should be cold or show his higher position to her, he couldn’t help but seek some type of truce with her, how could he not? She looked so beautiful even when she mad at him, the eyes he was so caught up in looked at him with fury, her delicate feature went harsh and she was dressed more... lightly now.

“I spoke with her earlier, she was in the garden”

“I know, I saw.”

“She asked me about you, asked me if you were my lady”

Her eyes went wide for a split second before regaining her composer and turned her back to him. She approached the window before she spoke.

“If you think of how she became familiar with me, she was probably certain I wasn’t even friends with your holier than God brother”

“You mustn't be angry at me”

“And why is that?”

“Because other than my sister and mother, I care for you and for your opinion about me”

She remained silent. Not only because she was caught off guard by his comment, she also didn’t know what he was talking about. Sherlock stepped closer to her, his steps making her heart flutter and her palms sweaty. He stopped when he was right behind her, he wanted to hug her, caress her, kiss her, still he was uncertain of how she would react.

“I still remember the night you got kidnapped”

Someone that Sherlock had helped uncover had escaped prison and kidnapped her. Luckily, she was retrieved safely yet again she was still shaken up by the scary experience, when Sherlock found her awake next to the fireplace she was so vulnerable and grateful to be alive she launched at him and kissed him passionately.

He shared his bed with her, in the middle of the night though she had gotten up and left, when morning came she acted like nothing had happened, barely even looked at him in the eyes for a week.

“Please Sherlock don’t pick at my brain”

“Why did you leave that night? Did you regret it that much”

“That night... was the most blissful I have ever been.... However you are still my boss Sherlock”

“That’s all I am to you? Your boss?”

(Y/n) turned to look at him, tears welling up in her eyes. Those eyes would be the death of him, it was with no doubt the window to her soul, that pure gentle soul of hers.

“What am I to you then Sherlock? This wasn’t just about me”

“You are.... what I never knew I needed”

His hands went up to her forearms instinctively, a soft caress that made her think his hands were made out of the finest silk, she felt goosebumps as he touched her. Her lips parted slightly as she took in a heavy breath, her eyes searching for a hint of a lie in his words.

“Sherlock”

“Shhhhh, It’s alright darling. You don’t have to say anything”

At that he slowly leaned in, his lips on top of hers at a shy and gentle kiss. Her hand went to his neck, bringing her torso to touch his as the kiss deepened, her entire body felt a rush go through it as they should the passion they held for each other with this kiss. As she pulled back her fingertips traveled to his face, taking in his attractive features

“I had almost forgotten how good of a kisser you are”

“Oh love, you will never forget it ever again”

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moxfirefly · 4 years ago

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So I’ve been working on this for a little while now after a comment @supershiny-raven left on one of my post. I present to you:

How the others find out you and the turtles are dating.

Raphael entered the Lair with you in his arms. His brothers stumbling by him, Leonardo actually tripping.

The gang had gone to drink at Vern’s fancy penthouse, a round of drinks had turned to four and before anybody had common sense he had broken out his fancy wine collection.

That had truly been everyone’s undoing.

Yours as well.

Raphael the tank had pretty much only gotten buzzed, even more so upon seeing your state he figured he needed to somehow get you and everyone else home safe and in one piece.

“Where do we dump Donnie?” April had one of his arms slung over her shoulder while Mikey had his other, they had quickly found out the purple banded terrapin was a fan of wine. “Whatever is flat and comfortable, you think you can manage him and Leo?” Raphael nudged his older brother who had dozed off while resting against the couch.

“Yeah yeah brah, we totally-“ He unceremoniously let his brother fall on the nearest cot, poor April taken along for the ride. “Shit, sorry girly”

Raph shook his head, you groaned stirring awake and tightening your hold on him. Raph was basically carrying you with one arm beneath your rear. Making his way towards his room he gently placed you on his bed and set about the task of removing your shoes. “Hey hey mister, I got a boyfriend” You squinted at the large terrapin at the end of the bed.

“Yeah I heard, lucky guy gets to put ya drunk ass to bed, where’s your makeup bag baby?” He got up when you half hazardously pointed at the dresser.

Pushing yourself up a little on your elbows you watched him gather your face creams and a pack of makeup wipes. He sat back down but next to you and motioned towards his lap. “C’mere, let’s get your face off” You giggled when he manhandled you onto his thigh and took out the wipes. Slowly and in the most excruciatingly loving way Raphael set out to wipe off your makeup. Each stroke removing foundation and eyeshadow, you mumbled something he somehow understood in your inebriated state. “Yeah yeah I got ya kid” With all the careful dexterity he developed over time, he gently removed your eyelashes.

“Somebody has been paying attention” You giggled, feeling the buzz in your body shift into grogginess. Raphael looked inside the bag, adding some cream to your face to hydrate it. He examined his work, a lazy smile as he caressed your face. It felt bizarre he could actually do this, touch a beautiful girl and do something so silly as help them out with their face routine. The two of you had been rather quiet about your relationship, enjoying it all to yourselves.

“Ya were the cutest drunk at that party” He ran his knuckles across your chin, You smiled sleepily lifting up enough to catch his lips in a languid kiss.

The door creaked open and there stood April, her own slightly drunk face breaking out into a sweet smile. The two pairs of eyes that landed on her read ‘get out’ and ‘keep your mouth shut’ slowly April backed up nodding with a giggle.

Then there was a ruckus of what Raphael only assumed was April tripping and Leo drunkly laughing his ass off.

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Michelangelo

Oh he was screwed.

So insanely screwed.

How could he misplace something he kept on his person so diligently?

Mikey turned over everything he could in his room, currently he had done just that with the mattress but to no avail.

His phone was missing.

His phone with that very scandalous polaroid you’d taken for him.

Mikey had nearly passed out when you gifted him the picture and to his delight he had stuck the polaroid on the back of his phone in its clear phone case. He kept his phone on him all the time, sure he’d have to be a little sneaky about placing it down but he could manage.

Now though? He was about to have a coronary.

Okay, currently in this disaster there was no trace of it. This meant he’d have to scavenge the living room.

Where his family was.

Mikey swallowed and scurried out with a silent prayer that it would there.

Raphael and Leonardo were currently watching a basketball game. They seemed pretty engrossed and perhaps wouldn’t notice that he was scouring the ends of the earth for his actual girlfriend’s literal boobs. He peaked aglance at the couch, his large brothers had to take up so much space to make it worse.

“What are you looking for?” Came Donnie’s voice from the kitchen. The orange banded turtle froze, he tried giving him a nonchalant shrug. “Just checking how I can give Raph a wedgie ya know” Donnie raised a brow ridge, mug of coffee to his lips.

“I double dare ya numbnuts, the Knicks are down ten points and I’m pissed” Raph grunted as the opposing team landed another shot and Leo sighed exasperated with the outcome. His eldest brother got up thankfully which allowed him to take a look at the that side of the sofa. To his dread but relief there wasn’t anything.

Where the fuck was his phone?!

“Hey snot face, can ya order a pizza?” Raph grumbled as the game seem to worsen, a pizza could fix up his mood. Mikey frozen, mouthing a series of ‘shit shit shit’ as he frantically looked around.

“Oh man that would fix this terrible game, can you order it with extra bacon too?” Leo went straight to the fridge to grab something to drink. “Order some cheesy sticks too will you?” Donnie asked as he poured himself another mug of coffee.

Yes all of this sounded wonderful and his stomach did grumble but

HIS GIRLFRIENDS BOOBS.

Raph had scooted further to grab his own soda from the coffee table and just as he did he saw his phone. Relief washed over him but to his immense dismay and terror, the back of his phone was facing up. Which means the clear case he had was displaying the infamous polaroid he had been gifted.

You had simply asked him one thing.

‘Please don’t let your brothers see my tits’

It all felt slow motion, his eyes going wide, his hand diving to the couch and just as he did, Raph’s quick reflexes kicked in unfortunately and he turned to grab his youngest brothers wrist. “Ya ain’t giving me a wedgie man!!”

Raph’s eyes followed Mikey’s hand and then his eyes bugged out.

“Why are there titties on the sofa?!” Raph made for the phone but only got a face full of pillow cushion. He snatched the phone before it could be grabbed by anybody else. The red banded brute grinned as his brother hugged the phone to his chest. “Advert your gaze you perv!” Mikey all but shrieked.

“I’m not the one walking around with a titty pic as my phone cover” Raph grinned, just to make matters worse Leo and Donnie had gathered.

“Mikey why are you walking around with a random porn pic on your phone cover” Came Donnie’s disapproving tone.

“It’s a polaroid” Was all Raph needed to say.

The silence that fell was brief, then a series of ‘ooh’s’ sounded off and Mikey all but frowned and felt his cheeks heat up.

“No way! That can’t be...” Leo was incredulous. The relationship between Mike and you had remained rather on the down low. It was fun, a little secret away from the world that could stay between the two of you.

“Mikey, are you and y/n a thing?” Donnie asked exactly what the rest wanted to know but Mikey dreaded to answer. He sighed dramatically and tucked his phone into his pocket, shooting Raph a glare as his green eyes followed the motion.

“Listen dudes she made me promise that nobody would see that picture and I’ve already broken that cardinal rule thanks to this jerk face” He frowned at Raph, who in turn rolled his eyes.

“Well maybe keep the picture in your wallet or your room?” Leo sipped his soda with a matter of fact tone.

“Or as a background on your phone cause honestly man” Donnie smiled to himself when Mikey shot him an incredulous look. “Why’d she give you that?” Raph inquired sneakily with a smirk.

“For our three month anniver- AH YOU DICK” Mikey huffed out as Raph began to laugh, it was so easy to trick Mikey when one played their cards right.

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Donatello

Investigating could take a toll on anybody, even if by all means you weren’t a detective it still didn’t mean you wouldn’t find yourself researching and investigating crime. It seems to be part of the job description when you befriend four giant crime fighting terrapins.

In away you could help, you did.

Everyone had huddled around the living room, the coffee table littered with pictures, clues and all sorts of pieces of evidence that could possibly lead to the culprit they were trying to catch. You had set down a stack of papers, eyes already screaming for a break. Leo and Casey were at the kitchen talking, Casey had just clocked out and was reporting back what the nights investigations had gathered. Raph and Mikey were checking out the pictures Casey had brought over and Donnie naturally was researching on a laptop he’d placed there.

You had nudged him to come over and join the huddle, and secretly you just wanted him close. The two of you were dating, quietly and unannounced, but in those first few stages of just wanting to be glued to one another it was a little difficult to do said glueing.

On a few occasions with prying eyes preoccupied with their investigating, you had reached over to rub his cheek, his sleepy eyes spoke greatly of how tired he felt. Donnie had been at this already for a while, you’d been there with him along the way.

With a stretch of his arms, Donnie yawned and rolled his neck. The clock on your phone read 3:45am, he was due for a nap at the very least. “Why don’t you lie down, I can keep helping out here” You reached over again and took off his glasses, he smiled tiredly but shook his head. “I’m fine, I can keep going” Despite his entire body language screaming otherwise, Donnie would always soldier on.

By the time another hour passed, people consumed enough Coffee to give themselves an additional pulse (and somebody committed the mistake of giving Mikey said coffee) the investigation had died down. A few walls were hit but a few leads had come from it as well. Everyone was ready to call it a night (or morning).

Casey yawned, twisting his neck to let out a few pops. “Okay who’s staying and who’s coming with me?” By the sounds of April softly snoring against an equally happily snoring Raph, it seemed she would stay. Casey had a few hours of sleep to catch on before heading for his next shift and you had to preoccupy yourself with the same before tackling a night shift at your job. Donnie’s tired eyes expressed how he wanted you to stay over but he knew work was closer to your place.

“I guess I’m carpooling with you” You told Casey, already grabbing your jacket and bag. A quick hug to Leo and Mikey, a bow to a recently awaken Splinter and you were next to Donnie.

He’d been sitting on the kitchen table, arms crossed and looking closer to being k.o’d.

It was the sleep deprivation honestly, on both your behalves.

Because you had spread your arms for a hug and so had he, but your face had met in the middle and before either of your foggy brains could comprehend what was happening you had smooched him.

On the lips.

For about a minute.

Minute and a half honestly.

You both froze, the awake members of the family staring with raised brows. Donnie furrowed his brows, lips pursed in a thin line, you still had your own in a kissing motion.

“Well at least we solved one mystery tonight” Spoke Mikey with a snicker, Leo nudged him.

Donnie sighed by shrugged. “Not exactly how I wanted to announce this so yup, I’m her boyfriend, she’s my girlfriend, please hold all inquires for a later time when I’m actually awake” He pulled you in again for a hug, and another kiss (greedy boy) and instructed Casey to deliver you home safely.

With a blush but albeit happy look on your face you waved everyone off.

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Leonardo

Keeping a relationship quiet had never proven to be so difficult. Truthfully it came easier when the circle of people surrounding you was bigger, but a close knit one? Everyone suddenly had the powers of observation up to God level.

But Leo’s ninja skills were God level too and you knew how to keep your trap shut and not sigh like a love struck teenager every second you saw him. So it had gone good, real good for a while. The thrill of maybe sharing an intimate kiss while others we’re around was a sensation you never expected to enjoy. When it was time to leave, Leo would ‘walk you’ home safely and by ‘miracle’ run into a few thugs on his way back.

Because there’s no reason a brisk ten minute walk to your apartment should turn into an hour and a half.

Raph wasn’t buying but cared little to stick his nose into it. Donnie was too busy to bother. Mikey had an idea but decided due to bro code not to voice it.

His father though?

Splinter knows what’s going on because well, he’s Splinter. You live long enough with four giant sons all with their unique personalities and traits, you pick up a thing or two about parenting pretty easily.

And Splinter is a phenomenal parent.

Both Father and Mother to his sons.

So naturally he’s irked that his eldest is sneaking out at odd hours and trying to conceal his return. Because Splinter feels that out of all four, Leo has always been the most open with him. Once Raph hit those pre-pubescent mood swings, Donnie began to teach himself all matter of subjects and Mikey was too busy trying to set a new record of heart attacks to give his father while skateboarding; Leo always remained the same.

Even with all the acolytes Leo has achieved in his ninjutsu training, he still had his hiccups and his father would never spare the opportunity to turn into a teaching moment.

So when Leo had kissed you passionately on his way out of your window, you still in nothing but the skin that he had dedicated a fair amount of time in kissing and bitting. He thought he was being slick, he thought he was going to ninja his way into the Lair, into the showers and straight to his bed.

What he didn’t account for was his father waiting up on him. A mug of hot tea on the kitchen table and hands clasps together in what Leo recognized all to well as ‘Dad Mode’.

He’d been caught with the proverbial hand in the cookie jar. His gear was half hazardously on, mask slipped down around his neck and for Christ sake he was holding a shoe. It was 6:30am and he smelled like a girl, a pretty girl no less. The jig was up, especially when his dad motioned for him to come forth and seat opposite him at the kitchen table.

“Dad I can ex-“ Splinter held up a finger and pushed the mug of tea towards his disheveled eldest son.

“My son, I am not angry” Which was truthful, he wasn’t, in fact he was ecstatic that Leo had found somebody, somebody good and somebody that loved him for he has. Long ago he had accepted the pain that his sons would not find suitable partners and the ache it would come with for them. But here was Leo, nervous and trying to adjust his clothing because he’d been with a woman, a woman he clearly loved.

“I like y/n, she is kind, thoughtful and caring to us” Splinter emphasized each trait with a tap of a long nail on the table. “She should be treated with respect, I hope I have instilled that teaching unto you, a lady is to be respected Leonardo” Leo nodded at his fathers words, he nodded and prayed that the underwear he had stuffed into his pockets wouldn’t magically transport on the table to further humiliate him.

“So please my son, do not lie to me, do not come home late in this state and not expect me to know what has transpired” Dad voice was on, coupled with the sympathetic eyes though, man Splinter was good at this shit.

Leo hung his head, clearly ashamed of his dishonorable doings. “Hai, sensei” Even as an adult being scolded by his father never stopped hurting.

“And please do tell her that there isn’t anything hide, she is welcomed in our home, I would not mind getting to know my future daughter in law a little bit more” Splinter enjoyed the way his son nearly choked on his tea.

“Perhaps I can tell her a few anecdotes of your growing up” He smiled when Leo looked at him with pleading eyes. “I believe I have a few embarrassing ones she will find most delightful” He stood up and placed a hand on his sons broad shoulder. “I’m sorry dad, sorry for sneaking around and not telling you” He was earnest in his words and Splinter bowed his head.

“I know, thank you Leonardo” He walked away, hands behind his back.

Leo sighed and pulled out his phone, shooting you a quick text.

-so my dad wants to formally meet you... as in introduce you as my girlfriend.

It felt nice to hit send on that message.

#tmnt bayverse #tmnt Leonardo #tmnt Raphael #tmnt Michelangelo #tmnt Donatello #Leonardo #Raphael #Donatello #Michelangelo #tmnt Leo #tmnt Donnie #tmnt Raph #tmnt Mikey #fluff #comedy #slightly ns*w

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purplesugarbabe · 3 years ago

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Hello everyone! I recently started watching Horrid Henry again and felt pretty nostalgic.This is a high school au fan-fiction I had been thinking for a while.The story will be uploaded on Wattpad as well every weekend, the same as here. Enjoy the first chapter!

✨ BROKEN HEARTS BOULEVARD✨

Chapter 1: It all started when

The sun rises above the busy city of Ashton, once more the children are getting ready for school. Summertime is almost here. The weather is only getting warmer and everyone anticipates to hear the last bell of the year.

Henry rubs sleepily his tired eyes before taking his lighter out of his back pocket. He searches for his cigarettes inside his school bag not paying attention around him.

-You shouldn't be ditching. A familiar voice says making him look up for a moment.

-I could say the same to you. He replies unamused as the young woman sits next to him. She smiles warmly at him taking the lighter from his hands.

-I came because I knew I would find you here. She admits furrowing her eyebrows lightly. Henry looks at her with the corner of his eye. She has been doing this since she first moved into the neighborhood, always trying to help no matter how bad the situation was. He finds this habit of hers kinda irritating but she is one of his closest friends and he respects her beliefs.

-Does that mean if I skip class, you're gonna do the same? He asks already knowing the answer. She nods resting her back on the wall receiving a slight groan from Henry. He knows she is doing this on purpose. She is actually an excellent student and her grades are high, unlike his, which are below average. A few moments of silence pass with them just sitting next to each other.

-You know what Dee? You're pretty damn annoying. He finally murmurs quietly making her laugh. After a while they decide to head back to school. That old woman will be furious if they don't attend another one of her classes.

-And I thought I wouldn't see your ugly face today. Guess I was wrong.

-Don't you have anything else to do Margaret? He asks her annoyed. She crosses her arms, blocking his locker.

-Battle-Axe is on her limits. I hope you get suspended.

-Not today. The boy says in a monotone.

-One shall keep dreaming. She replies sarcastically. She gives Dee a glare before allowing Henry to open his locker. The young woman watches her as she leaves. She never liked Margaret's bossy behavior and egoistic personality. She always wanted to be in charge and even treated her own friends in a selfish, impolite way. Henry opens the door seeing it's half empty, the lesson hasn't started yet. He takes his seat next to Linda while Dee sits next to Ralph, as usual.

-What's wrong? He asks her not liking how serious she appears to be today. She points at Margaret who sits on the front desk. Ralph furrows his eyebrows. Sometimes he wonders why everyone's childhood friendships got corrupted at some point. Henry and Margaret stopped hanging out when high school started due to their competitiveness. There is no more the Purple Hand gang, he doesn't even want to come out of his room lately. It's a wonder he continues coming to school.

Dee rests her head on the palm of her hand wishing is was summer already. Students are pretty stressed because of the upcoming exam period. They wait for time to go by so they can go home and study even more. Getting into university seems to be a major thing adding more pressure. A few minutes later the door opens once more and Battle-Axe enters.

-Mister Henry, what made you change your mind and attend my class? She asks in a sarcastic tone. He looks at her silently, he is used to getting humiliated. The rest of the students lower their heads trying not to laugh, apart from Dee. The old woman notices her stare but decides not to say anything, at least not for now.

-Take out your literature books and turn to page 52. Now! She exclaims strictly. Ralph lets out a groan. He doesn't like literature, not even a little. What irritates him even more is that Battle-Axe prefers to read and explain poems. No one likes poetry, except for some of the girls, including the one sitting next to him.

-Gurinder read! The young woman stands up quickly with the book in her hands.

-It doesn't scare me where this pencil does not leave ink but traces of melted sky nor does it frighten me how instead of paper I write on your body, warm amoeba from fragrant chamomile, all around, everywhere. It only scares me where someday, I'll write on paper again, poems in ink. Most of the boys have a disgusted expression on their faces. Margaret sticks her tongue out pretending not to like the poem.

-Wonderful Gurinder, you may sit down. Battle-Axe says getting up from her seat.

-Gross. Henry whispers under his breath.

-You have thirty minutes to write down what this poem is about and your opinion whether you agree with the poet or not. Your time starts now. She hands a piece of paper to every student. This is one of her ways to maintain piece and quiet in class knowing how much they dislike poetry.

-I hate that woman. Ralph murmurs rolling his eyes.

-This one should be quite easy since you're a teenager. Dee says making him look at her kinda confused. How can she like all that bittersweet crap? It's nothing more but words talking about idiotic things like love. That's the moment Ralph realizes what Dee meant. That's the hidden meaning of the poem.

-How did you find out so quickly? Have you read it before or something?

-What is the thing we might get ourselves into without realizing but as time goes on we don't want it to end? He raises an eyebrow hearing her question. Is this a kind of trick? Is she trying to tell him something?

-I can't think of an answer now, will you tell me? She lets out a slight chuckle before focusing on her task.

-You will find your answer sooner or later.

-But we only have half an hour! Please, Dee!

-Silence Ralph! One more word an you're going to analyze three poems for homework. The boy immediately lowers his head. When is this terrible woman finally going to retire? He glances at Dee one last time before trying to figure what she meant with that mysterious question.

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I hope you liked it! If you have any kind of questions let me know.

The poem Gurinder reads does not belong to me, it belongs to Greek poet and author Chloe Koutsoubeli.

See you next weekend for chapter 2!

#horrid henry #rude ralph #gorgeous gurinder #moody margaret #dreamy dee #fanfiction #oc #horrid henry fanfiction #novel #high school au

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daydreaming-in-letters · 3 years ago

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Assumptions

10/01/2021

Pairing: Manuel Neuer x fem!reader (3rd person)

Word Count: 6,018

Warnings: rpf, mentions of age gap (not between reader and Manu and nothing illegal) and strong opinions on that, banter, jealousy, infuriation, fluff and cuteness

Summary: The reader finally catches her long time crush Manuel Neuer alone on her uncle's birthday. Things are quickly starting to get heated—sadly it's not the kind of heated she would have liked it to be.

A/N: Most of you probably don't know Manuel Neuer. He is the goalkeeper and captain of Bayern Munich as well as the German National Football Team and every once in a while I find my thoughts drifting towards that adorable and amazingly talented manchild. This story has been sitting in my drafts for far too long and I wasn't sure whether I felt comfortable with publishing it in case it ever got finished. But I found that there is an intolerable lack of Manuel Neuer x reader fics on here, so here it is. I tagged everyone from my general tag list, but I understand if this is not what you signed up for. So sorry in advance and please feel free to ignore this story at your leisure.

Picture found on Pinterest

If you like my story, you are very welcome to like, comment or reblog. Please don’t copy, repost or share my work on other platforms.

It was only a few minutes to midnight and still the dance floor was as filled as ever, an enchanting mixture of young and old people alike. The bass rolled deep in his stomach, making him even queasier than he already was, and the lights, flickering across the mass of moving bodies in sync to the rhythm of the music, didn’t help either.

Suddenly a figure broke through the outer wall of bodies and made her way over to his table. A small smile crawled over her lips, a little shy but genuine, yet he didn’t feel like returning it. He had hoped that she would change her mind upon the disgruntled look on his face, but much to his dismay, she did nothing of the sort and sat down right next to him, just as a waitress passed the table with a tray of colourful shots. The woman next to him stopped her, before she turned to him.

“Care for a drink?”

Did he care for a drink? He yearned for one.

“No, thanks. I’m not really fond of drinking.”

“Shame,” she shrugged, her smile growing a bit wider when she took two shots from the tray anyway. For a second he thought she might actually force him to drink with her, but then she placed down the two glasses in front of herself. Raising her first glass to him, she gulped it down in one swig, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand afterwards.

“Do you care for a dance then?” She nodded over to the dance floor, her eyes and body inviting him to take the offer.

He found that he somehow couldn’t hold her gaze when he answered, “I’m afraid I’m also not very fond of dancing.”

Her forearms resting on the table, she leaned closer, obviously not taking the hint that he just wanted to be left in peace and quiet.

“Then what are you fond of?”

“I think you know pretty well what I’m fond of.” To his own surprise he sounded even harsher than he had attempted to, but the last thing he needed right now was an eager fan trying to engage him in a conversation.

“I do,” she retorted undeterred, “but that’s not what I wanted to know. See, you might not have noticed through all your sulking, but I was actually interested in you as a person, not as a footballer.”

He huffed, although he wasn’t sure she had heard him above the music.

“And you might have noticed that I am not interested in talking about private stuff to complete strangers.”

Sure, he was being massively impolite, but at least he hoped that this would do the trick now. But instead of finally leaving him alone, she shot him an amused look.

“Ooooh, grumpy, aren’t we?”

Now it was him who leaned in closer, making sure she could hear him properly. “Look, it’s nothing personal, okay? I just...it wasn’t such a great evening for me.”

Unintentionally his eyes wandered over to the dance floor for a split second, where a very young, very blonde girl was dancing happily among his teammates and their wives and girlfriends. Cursing himself, he looked over to the woman by his side carefully, hoping she hadn’t noticed. But of course she had, her eyes still fixed on the girl.

“Ah, I see.” She turned to him and the glint in her eyes made his stomach turn. “Puberty is a bitch, eh?”

“Excuse me?” he spat, equal parts bewildered and stunned.

“You heard me alright.”

Who did she think she was? Impertinent woman.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business.” The volume of his voice must have slipped his control a little, as he noticed a group of elderly men standing nearby turn into his direction. Still the woman’s smile never left her face, appeasing the men who turned away again.

“Really? After all I have to sit here with a pissed thirty something man who refuses to acknowledge he let his hormones get the best of him.”

“Whoa! Okay, first of all, it was you who decided to come and sit at this table and second, again, none of your goddamn business.”

Her answer was a simple grin, still not fazed by his anger in the slightest. It almost felt as if she was enjoying to get him riled up.

“You’re right.”

“And?”

“What do you mean ‘and’?”

He rolled his eyes heavily. Why couldn’t she just leave?

“You know, that phrase usually goes with an apology. Like ‘You’re right. Sorry I assumed you’re having a mid-life crisis and bang a chick that is 15 years your junior to boost your fragile ego.’”

“Do you?”

Inhaling deeply, he tried to calm himself a little. After all, he couldn’t afford to yell at her again, not that he didn’t want to, but causing even more unwanted attention was not in his plans for tonight.

“I didn't say that.”

“Well actually,” she looked at him triumphantly, “you kind of did. I never said you were having a midlife crisis or that you need her to boost your ego. Those were your words. And seeing that my assumptions caused a reaction like that, I’m afraid I can’t really say I’m sorry either.”

All right, that was it. Enough was enough.

“Look, I think I have an assumption for you too, lady. I’m starting to assume that you only came over here to rile me up further. And guess what, mission completed. So why don’t you do us both a favour and head off to pester someone else now?”

She was quiet for a moment and for the first time, the cheeky smile left her beautiful, burgundy lips. He had expected her to be a bit shaken at least, maybe even as pissed as himself, and yet the next words were spoken with such dignity that he couldn’t help but admire her a little for it.

“Oh, I would love to say you’re right again, but I’m afraid I can’t this time. And since we seem to have warmed up to each other quite a bit by now, I feel it’s okay to be completely honest with you.” She paused a second, simply for the effect, he guessed and her warm eyes never left his. “I came to sit with you because you looked miserable. Still do, by the way. And I thought you might need an actual grown up to talk to. But it seems I was wrong. You’re just a pouty manchild, like the rest of them.”

She waved her arm, pointing over at the dancing crowd of his friends and their spouses. His eyes followed her gesture and when he laid eyes on the heart of the matter, a hot flush of rage began to swirl through his veins, making his hands clench into fists. Fully set on giving her a piece of his mind, not caring who might hear him at this point, he turned to her again. But the familiar figure that had somehow entered the picture without his notice made him stop in his tracks.

“Here you are, sweetie.” The man cooed, laying his large hand on her shoulder in a protective gesture. “I almost got the feeling you were hiding from me since I made you promise to dance with me tonight.”

She twisted her slender neck to look up at his gentle face, her attention making him smile sweetly at her.

“You know I’d never do that to you, Uncle Hans, especially not on your birthday. I just thought your no. 1 goalkeeper here was in need of some mature company, but clearly he is perfectly happy with the way things are.”

Bewilderment flickered behind the coach’s gaze as he looked between his niece and one of his best players and Manuel was sure that this might not be the last time they would speak about this matter.

“So then, may I have that dance now, sweetheart?”

“With pleasure.” Manuel watched almost transfixed as she gracefully took her uncle’s hand and stood up. It was only now that he noticed how perfectly her dress showed off her voluptuous curves. He was almost certain that she would leave without another word when once again she proved him wrong. Turning on her heels, she grabbed the remaining shot and gulped it down in one large swig before she looked down at him, almost as regal as a queen.

“Have a pleasant evening, Mister Neuer. I’m sorry I can’t say I enjoyed our conversation more. Oh, and just in case you should ever feel in need to talk to a grown up, don’t call.”

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She could still feel his piercing look on her back as Hansi led her through the crowd and away from him. They had just begun to dance when the song changed and a much slower tune echoed through the large room. With a smug grin, her uncle pulled her closer, bringing his hand to the small of her back. Cheek to cheek he swayed her to the beat and she could feel that her mind was almost beginning to slow down, when he decided to pick up a conversation.

“Will you tell me what that was all about?”

She bit her lip like a little girl that was about to be scolded. “Do I have to?”

He chuckled deeply, the vibration rumbling against her chest and she could easily imagine the self-satisfied grin on his face.

“I’m certainly not going to force you. It’s just, you know, I always thought you kind of liked him.”

Instantly, she could feel her face heat up. How could he possibly know that?

“True. Liked, as in past tense. And besides, it’s not that I actually know him, personally, I mean. You could perhaps say I admire his talent, at most. And he also may be kind of easy on the eyes.”

She had become more and more quiet while she spoke, merely mumbling the last sentence. But he had heard her nonetheless, her silliness making his lips twitch in amusement.

“Hm. I clearly remember your aunt begging me to invite him over for a barbecue party last summer, telling me that you wouldn’t shut up about his quiet reserve, his amazing performance on the field and his stunning smile. Sadly he didn’t have time.”

She gulped audibly, tensing up a little in his arms, which made him enjoy their little talk even more. “So, what changed your mind?”

“He did,” she said a little too quickly, before she sighed so heavily that her uncle almost regretted bringing this topic up after all. “It’s just, I don’t understand his choice in women. I mean, he could choose literally anyone, so why her? I mean, she clearly doesn’t make him happy.”

“And how do you know that? You have spoken to him for what? Like five minutes?” He turned them around, making her face the gloomy goalie once more, before he went on. “I might be wrong, sweetheart, but I think you’re just jealous.”

Over his shoulder her gaze met Manuel’s for a split second before his eyes shot to his right, where the blonde teenager stepped into the picture, blocking him from view. She sat down on his lap, her arms dragging around his neck possessively, as her lips met his in a feverish kiss. Averting her gaze immediately, her eyes darkened and her heart clenched heavily in her chest.

“If by jealous you mean disenchanted, you’re right.”

Her bitter words made him loosen his grip on her so that he could see her face, and the hurt in her eyes pained him more than he cared for.

“I know you probably won’t believe me, but he really is a good person.”

She scoffed while her incredulous eyes landed on her uncle’s soft, blue orbs. “Well, he certainly hid that pretty well.”

He gave her a tight lipped smile. “I think he’s just lost his way a little at the moment.”

“So you think I’m right then?”

The excited sparkle in her eyes made him regret his honest words a little.

“I didn’t say that.” He protested strongly. In the end it was not for him to judge his players’ private lives. “After all he is a grown man and he can decide for himself.” He could see her face fall again and so he was quick to add, “Nevertheless, I don’t think you’re completely wrong either.”

He was very pleased to see that his words had caused a small smile to crawl back to her pretty lips. He almost felt like a proud father and when she finally leaned back in a bit closer, her forgiving gesture almost made him a bit bold.

“So, uhm, one more question, sweetheart. In the unlikely event that he should after all need a grown woman to talk to, can I give him your number?”

“Certainly not,” she insisted with a steady voice, but when she looked at him, the adorable grin on her face left no doubt that this was the biggest lie she had ever told.

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Manuel was furious as he watched her leave towards the dance floor with the coach. How could she dare call him out like that and then leave without giving him the chance to set her straight? His eyes fixed on her, he watched as Flick pulled her closer, his eyes following her uncle’s hand to the small of her back. Being the gentleman he was, his hand had found the only spot on her back that was actually covered by the dark red fabric of her dress. And for a second he imagined what it might actually feel like to let his hand wander upwards until it covered her bare skin. Or maybe he could let it slip down a few inches, until his fingers would grasp the soft flesh of her behind. He had just been able to fully picture the exact feeling of her body pressed up to his when he could feel the man who actually held her in his arms catch his indecent look on his niece’s back. Immediately he sat up straight, averting his gaze, completely missing the amused smile on the other man’s face, and when he turned back to face him, he almost lost it when he found her sparkling eyes instead.

He was still trying to figure out what had happened, when he heard a familiar voice calling him.

“Hey, babe.” The high pitched noise made him flinch and instinctively his eyes shot to his right, just in time to pull his arms away before she slumped down onto his lap clumsily. She laid it on thickly as her arms wrapped around his neck.

“I missed you on the dance floor, honey bun. Why don’t you come dance with me?”

And before he even had the chance to answer, her lips crashed down on his mouth almost painfully, her tongue forcing his lips to open. The stench of alcohol filled his mouth and he pushed her drunken form off of him determinedly. Before she even had the chance to protest, he lifted her up and placed her in his chair.

“I don’t think dancing is a good idea in your condition.” She glared at him, but then she seemed to have forgotten what for and her lips turned up into a sheepish smile.

“Whatever you say, babe.”

“Look, why don’t you just stay here and I get you a nice, big glass of water to sober you up a little?”

She began to nod, but then her eyes lost focus und she stared past him at god knows what.

“All right, I’ll be back in a sec. Don’t go anywhere.”

Quickly he made his way over to the counter and ordered a whole bottle of water, when he felt the slap of a hand on his left shoulder.

“Wow, you look even more frustrated than after our knock out at the World Cup in 2018. What happened?”

“Don’t ask.” He sighed as he turned around to face his friend. Manuel hoped that he would accept his wish, but when he saw the apologetic look on Thomas’ face, he instantly knew that he wouldn’t drop the topic.

“Too late. I just did.”

With a dramatic roll of his eyes, the next words were spoken more to himself than to his teammate.

“Great, just what I need. Another pain in my ass.”

“Another? Who was the first then?” Obviously Thomas had taken no offence and sounded a bit too cheerful for Manuel’s liking.

“She.”

He looked over at the dance floor, where the impertinent woman was just sending her uncle the most beautiful, cheeky grin he had ever seen.

“Who? Y/N?” his friend asked incredulously.

Y/N. So that was her name.

“You know that annoying woman?”

“I do, although I can’t really say she’s annoying. Met her at the coach’s home once. She seemed rather sweet and intelligent to me.”

“She certainly hid that pretty well,” Manuel growled under his breath, earning him a surprised frown from Thomas.

“Are you gonna stand here and stare daggers at her or are you gonna tell me what she did to make you throw a fit?”

“She approached me out of nowhere to tell me that I’m dating a teenager to compensate my inability to commit to a partner on eye level.”

Thomas let his words sink in for a while.

“That doesn’t really sound like her. I mean, what reason would she have to come at you like that? She doesn’t even know you.”

Manuel sighed, thinking about the way she had somehow coaxed the statements from him instead of making them herself.

“Well, she might have phrased it differently,” he admitted meekly. That seemed to spark Thomas’ interest even further and he could feel his expectant look on him, pressing him to finally tell the whole truth.

“Actually she didn’t say it like that. She only made an allusion and made me somehow say those things myself.”

“Mhm. And exactly what allusion did she make?”

Manuel rolled his eyes again, his ego still fighting to repeat her words out loud.

”She said puberty was a bitch, clearly hinting at the fact that she thought my girlfriend was too young for me.”

He hadn’t even finished his sentence when Thomas’ roaring laughter filled the air.

“Now that does sound more like her.”

He needed a bit to contain himself when he suddenly looked up at Manuel with an unusually serious expression on his face.

“And I have to admit, Manu, she kind of has a fair point there.”

“What?”

Manuel could not believe his ears.

“Come on, man. It’s what everyone thinks. She just said it out loud.”

“Fuck you.”

But instead of rising to his expletive, Thomas just looked at him sympathetically. Pushing himself off of the counter, he pat his shoulder in an attempt to encourage him a little, ready to leave him to his self-denial.

But then he stopped. “You know, I personally didn’t have a problem with it. You’re an adult, you can make your own choices. As long as you’re happy, right? But the truth is, Manu, I don’t think you are. Not anymore.”

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��See, I told you he wouldn’t be here. No need for all the panic beforehand.”

She narrowed her eyes at her cousin, shooting her a dirty look.

“Yeah, and I hope it’ll stay that way. Oh, and for the record: I wasn’t panicking at all, it was just you and your sister’s sudden eagerness to lure me here that got me suspicious and nervous in the first place.”

“We didn’t lure you here,” her other cousin piped up a little offendedly. “We simply wanted to spend some time with you. Come on, it’s been what, like 4 months now? Since you moved to Munich three years ago, we hardly get to see you anymore.”

“You and our father,” her sister added quickly. “So it seemed the best option to kill two birds with one stone and bring you along. After all it’s called a family day, right?”

Y/N sighed, not fully convinced, but finally ready to let the topic go.

“Right. Let’s just hope for your sakes that there will be no surprises today that might prove your guilt after all.”

“How are my girls doing?” she heard a familiar voice from behind her back, turning towards her favourite uncle with a beaming smile. What she didn’t see, however, was the brief look that was exchanged between her cousins as soon as she had turned her back, proving exactly what she had suspected all along.

“We’re good, dad. Actually, we’re more than good, we’re excellent,” the older cousin chirped.

“Great.” He paused a moment, but it was clear that he had more to say. Rocking back and forth on his feet, he looked from one woman to the other. “So,” he began carefully, before a huge Cheshire grin spread across his face. “I hope you all reserved a dance for me tonight.”

“Oh, no, daddy, not again.”

“Please, don’t make us do this.”

“There will be dancing here? If you had told me that beforehand, I certainly wouldn’t have come.”

“Of course there will be dancing. I thought that was obvious.” He had to try very hard to look a little slighted, while he actually drew a horrendous amount of amusement from their antics. “Remember, girls, we have a tradition to uphold. Whenever there is some dancing at a party, you have to reserve at least one dance for me. That’s the rule.”

And with that he turned and left them on their own again.

“Ugh, why does he always have to do that to us?” her younger cousin whined.

“Oh stop it, silly. You’re the one who likes it the most and everyone knows.”

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She had been the first to pay tribute to the family tradition and after a very exhausting Discofox dance session, luckily one of her cousins had taken over from her. Kicking off her heels, she welcomed the feel of the cool grass underneath the soles of her feet. Walking over to one of the empty tables, she slumped down heavily into one of the comfortable looking chairs. With a contented smile she let herself fall back against the backrest, closing her eyes and breathing in the mild air of the warm summer night.

“Care for a drink?”

His voice made her jump, sitting up straight immediately, eyes shooting wide open. And there he was, two shot glasses in his large hands and grinning down at her, obviously very satisfied with the slight scare he had just given her. He looked amazing, the smug bastard, in his casual jeans and white shirt, two buttons undone, topped with a sporty black jacket. She highly doubted that she had ever seen a finer man in her entire life. Luckily that didn’t make her lose her sharp tongue.

“And here I am thinking that you weren’t fond of alcohol. What happened?”

He smiled sheepishly, only one corner of his mouth tugged up, when he handed her her drink. He took his time, grabbing a chair and positioning it opposite hers, then sitting down carefully, not wanting to spill the shot all over his chest. She had already come to think that he was trying to avoid her question after all, when he locked eyes with her and finally began to speak.

“Hm. It’s been a while since I last saw you. A lot of things happened, you know. Maybe it was finally time for me to grow up.”

“Hear, hear.” With a mischievous smile she raised her glass. “To your coming of age, then.”

He rolled his eyes playfully. “If you insist.”

His magnificent blue eyes never left hers while they chinked glasses, and a second later she could feel the more than welcome liquid moisturising her suddenly very dry mouth.

With a thud, their glasses landed on the table, both of them chuckling like giddy children when their eyes found each other again and then, for a moment, there was nothing but silence. The world seemed to have zoned out, leaving behind nothing but his aquamarine orbs and the wild smile on his face.

Just gradually, the world seemed to set back in again. There was the monotonous clitter of the crickets, overlaid by the muffled sound of the music that was carried over by a soft breeze, and loudest of all she could hear the beating of her own heart against her chest.

“What else has changed now that you are a proper adult?” she heard herself ask, not having the faintest idea where those words came from and how the hell she managed to deliver them so smoothly when her whole body seemed to have gotten out of control.

He took a quick look over his shoulder, his thumb pointing in the same direction.

“If you mean the dancing, I’m still not very fond of that.” Her face must have fallen a little because he was quick to add, “Except...”

“Except what?”

His eyes landed back on hers and she almost choked on her hitching breath.

“Except I think I could make an exception for the right partner.”

From the corner of her eye she registered a movement between their bodies, but she was hesitant to let her view stray from his captivating appearance. At last it was something in his eyes that looked at her expectantly which finally made her snap out of her trance.

Looking down at his hand sheepishly, it took her a while to fathom that he was actually asking her to dance with him.

Slowly her eyes wandered up to his again, asking a silent question, which he answered with an almost imperceptible rise of his eyebrows. And before she knew what she was doing, she laid her hand in his and let him pull her to her feet.

He had just turned towards the source of the music, when she suddenly held him back.

“No, wait.”

With a puzzled look he did what she asked of him and let her twist him back around.

“Why don’t we just stay here? The music is loud enough anyway.”

A gentle smile curved his lips. “Sure, if that’s what you want.”

She nodded softly, her teeth biting down on her lip in excitement.

And before she knew what was happening, she found herself secured against his chest by his firm grip. It felt like being pressed up to a hot furnace which she would usually have appreciated any other time, but on a sweltry night like this and in a place she had wanted to be in for so long, it was pure torture. And as if this wasn’t bad enough already, his strong fingers pressed down on her lower back, threatening to scorch her even through the fabric of her blouse as he pulled her an impossible inch further into him. He was so close now that she could sense the heat radiating off his cheek as well, bringing along a whiff of his enticing scent and she couldn’t help but close her eyes as she inhaled deeply and her head began to spin. It was odd, but her mind was completely blank by now, blank except for one thought and her lips spread into a blissful smile as she repeated it in her head again and again, relishing in the feeling that if either of them moved just the tiniest bit, their cheeks would inevitably touch.

Slowly they moved and despite the unhurried shift of their bodies her heart was beating so violently that she thought it pondered jumping out of her chest to meet his. There was no chance he wouldn’t be able to tell from the way he held her, and when he finally drew away a tad to look at her, she fully expected him to call her out for it.

But he didn’t. Instead his sinfully soft lips curled into a reassuring smile before he spoke.

“You were right.”

“I beg your pardon?”

A cute chuckle escaped his mouth, leaving the corners of his eyes crinkled in the most beautiful display of amusement.

“About what you said at your uncle’s birthday party.”

“Oh.” She had said a lot that evening, words that she had come to regret later and remembering them now set her cheeks on fire. “About what exactly?”

“About everything,” he admitted without hesitation, yet he couldn’t hide the spark of misery that flitted across his sea blue orbs. “Didn’t take me very long after that night to finally see things clearly.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” It was true. Although she knew that she probably sounded like a madwoman after everything she had confronted him with back then, at least the frown on his forehead seemed to confirm that. “I truly am. I really would have liked to see you happy.” Even if it was with that girl.

She was glad she had managed to keep that last bit to herself. She had no idea why she had said that she was sorry in the first place, but judging by the wild smile on his face it must have been the right words after all.

“Well, I certainly am happier now than I was that night.” He shrugged. “So, thank you, I guess.”

She huffed. “For what? Making absolutely inappropriate remarks on your relationship? I shouldn’t have done that. I know that now. So it should be me who is sorry here, don’t you think?”

She could feel his fingertips press into the soft flesh of her back.

“Don’t be. I guess you were exactly what I needed.” It took him a second before he realised what he had just said. “I mean it. It was exactly what I needed.”

His eyes snapped to the left and she was thankful that he couldn’t see the grin that decorated her lips as she watched the treacherous colour creep into his cheeks, spreading all the way to his ears. For a while he didn’t say another word, probably still trying feverishly to figure out a way to take back his slip of the tongue. And when he finally spoke, she wished he hadn’t.

“There is one thing though that I have gone over and over in my mind. But no matter how long I think about it, it just won’t make sense.”

She already knew that she wouldn’t like where this conversation was heading now, but she found herself asking nonetheless.

“And what is that?”

His head turned without a warning as his eyes searched her gaze and for the blink of an eye his lips came so close that she couldn’t say if they had actually brushed along hers or if her needy heart had just imagined their brief touch. He didn’t answer her question right away, his breath blending with her own in the narrow space between their faces and suddenly she wasn’t so sure anymore if she had really only dreamed up their fleeting foretaste of a kiss.

“Why did you do it?” Panic rose in her chest. She hadn’t done anything. After all it had been him who had turned his head. But as he went on, she realised that he wasn’t referring to that at all and the suffocating distress eased away bit by bit. “I mean, we didn’t even know each other when you decided to come at me like that.”

Now it was her who had to avert her gaze.

“I think I don’t really want to answer that question.”

“Why not?” His voice was so soft and gentle, making it even harder to answer him.

“Because the truth might be kind of ugly.”

“But the outcome wasn’t, so I think I’ll take that risk.”

Her feet stopped their mechanical movements as a violent shiver ran down her spine. So this would be it then. It would be over before it had really begun. Pity. But at least she would have the memory of these few minutes, of his genuine smile and the way he had held her tight against his chest. With a deep sigh she bid their daydream of a dance goodbye.

“I could tell you now that it was for some noble reason, but at the bottom of it all I think it was nothing more than jealousy that drew me to your table that night. I had been unable to ignore you all evening — ignore her. The way she behaved like a spoiled brat, drinking and losing control, not caring in the least that she not only made a fool out of herself but of you as well. God, I hated her in that moment, for having everything I ever wanted and riding roughshod over it. And when I saw you sitting there, looking so utterly crestfallen, somehow I couldn’t help it.”

An undefinable silence settled between them and the only sound that remained was the beat of the music wafting over from the party that went on behind his back. The faint whisper of the melody seemed to push itself up between them and tear them further apart, exactly as she had expected. And just like the bass, her heartbeat slowed until it died away completely.

It was over and everything she wanted to do was let go of his hand so she could do him the favour of leaving, but to her astonishment he refused to set her free. And rather then releasing her from his grip, he squeezed her hand, briefly and just once, but it was enough for her to find the courage and face him. But instead of finding a frown or a scornful pair of eyes, his blinding smile made her forget to breathe for a moment.

“I had hoped you might say that.” And with that he pulled her into his arms again and continued swaying her to the music as if she had not just revealed her repulsive self to him. Her brain still a step behind, she couldn’t do anything but stare up at him stupidly.

“What? Why?”

“Isn’t that obvious?” And when she shook her head like a petrified imbecile, an amused chuckle rumbled through his chest. “Because even though your behaviour was extremely infuriating, I have to admit that I like you. And asking you out on a date will be so much easier now that I know you like me too.”

With a violent jolt, the useless muscle inside her chest started to beat again, its heavy pounding filling her ears with white noise as the world around her started to spin. Unable to stop the motion, she felt herself leaning in, her nails digging into the undoubtedly expensive fabric of his jacket as she desperately tried to gain control over her unruly body.

“So, will you go out with me?”

It seemed like an eternity until she finally mustered the strength for a mechanical nod. Neither had she noticed in her struggle that he had stopped dancing, nor that the priceless look on her face had made his eyes and heart go soft for her.

“Great. That’s settled then. When are you free?”

It was only when he took a step back, taking his warmth with him as his hand slipped out of hers, that she snapped out of her trance.

“Now.”

“Now? Like right now?”

More like now as in before she could screw everything up again.

“Yes, why not? I know you have a busy schedule, so finding a date when we are both free might be tough. And above that, it is a beautiful summer evening.”

Had all those words really fallen from her mouth right now? Embarrassed about her lack of composure, her hand flew up to her mouth, making him smile again.

“I guess you have a fair point there.” And just like that, his hand was there again, fingers entwining slowly with hers like they had never been meant for anyone else. “All right then, let’s get out of here.”

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Your character analysis posts are really accurate! I like how you want to show that a character is a lot more than they show. It kind of angers me that there are people who headcanon the boys as something they're not, or they saying that they're this one personality trait only. What other characters from twisted get mischaracterized, at least in ur opinion?

THANK THANKK !! XD

I really enjoy going into depths of characters' personalities because damn- there were some big brains behind their creations!

This question was rather important so I couldn't decide on any specific characters to talk about, so I decided to list all of the twst characters and how they'd often get mischaracterized.

Mischaracterization isn't bound to twst fandom because as long as a there's a fandom, fanon interpretations of characters exist.

Almost any character in any fandom can be mischaracterized at some point, but it isn't always that noticable or important. Mischaracterization often becomes noticable when pretty different interpretations of rather 'popular' characters exist within a fandom, which causes many to argue over what the correct interpretation is.

For now, I'm dividing all of twst characters into "5 groups" to explain how each of them might often get mischaracterized.

Group A: Complex personalities

It's simple, these characters can be quite hard to understand. It's either because of having too many features at the same time, which makes them quite hard to read because we'll need to achieve a balance between all of their different personality aspects, or being quite secretive and mysterious which awfully bounds our knowledge regarding these characters and their personalities.

•Malleus Draconia: We previously talked about Malleus; the main reason of him getting mischaracterized is having plenty of spine-chilling features while having considerably childish and innocent hobbies at the same time. This opposition often makes it hard to decide on what the cannon Malleus is like, because it can hard to choose one between his darker side and softer side. What we need in order to achieve a rather cannon interpretation of Malleus, is a balance. Just as I previously said: Malleus isn't a baby, but he isn't a monster either.

•Lilia Vanrouge: Even without going into depths, you can tell that Lilia's personality is complicated as hell. Though I can't really tell that he's being Mischaracterized because the cannon Lilia himself can switch into a totally different personality in a matter of second, one moment he's a 90+ year old father trying to lead his children into he right path, one moment he's an unraveled neon teenager playing the ear-scrathing heavy metal with that guitar of his, and the other second he's an absolute monster which can creep the heck out of you with a simple "Boo". Lilia can also get plenty of different personalities through fanon interpretations:Yandere Lilia/Vampire fae/ Papa Lilia/ Daddy Vanrouge many other details which I can't go through now,but let me just say: A Lilia analysis would be rather long, and interesting one.

•Jade Leech: Speaking of reading characters, better know that this mister eel Leech is an absolutely tough one. You'll never know what he's hiding behind that friendly yet evil smile, or what intentions might be behind his extreme will to play the role of the butler and help everyone out. Understanding this Sebastian Michaelis complex is an absolute challenge and this is probably one of the things that makes him so Interesting, you always know that he's hiding something dark on the inside, yet you can't really tell what it is.

•Cater Diamond: This might be rather hard to notice, but there's a lot about Cater which is left untold. Despite his sweet and positive appearance, his personality is actually a bitter-sweet complex of too many emotions and a pretty well-written background. The amount of info found through his voice lines and personal stories is rather amazing as if you're reading a real boy's life story! But this amount of detail and considerably dark aspects of his personality can make it really hard to understand what's going on in this mysterious mind; especially because of how he seems to be hiding a second face under that friendly smile.

•Jamil Viper: Jamil can be quite hard to read. He isn't really emotional and hardly ever expresses his true feelings. Even NRC students agree that he can be quite a mystery, from his past life and daily struggles to how many of his true feelings and intentions remained a secret until chapter 4. Jamil is a complex of pain, power, hatred and patience. His background is perfect example of a villainous story and how a child can grow to be a villain, which is quite interesting! Jamil's story is worthy of a detailed analysis and some time for all of us to understand what this guy has been going through.

•Rook Hunt: We often tend to know him as Pomefiore's "dramatic stalker", and he surely is! The fanon interpretation of Rook doesn't usually go against his cannon interpretation (Expect for the times that people get salty over his appearance or attitude- Which leads to the creation of countless Rook memes-) While it's true that he's more than just a French stalker, it can be hard to talk about anything else when it comes to Rook, because the cannon Rook tends to hide a lot about himself, leaving us with a considerable lack of useful information to use. He really got us all there, huh? Even as he's a fictional character and we're living in real life- he tends to control what we know and think of him-

characters that can also belong to this group: Leona Kingscholar, Idia Shroud, Vil Schoenheit , Floyd Leech

Group B: Ignoring important features:

This group can get easily mischaracterized, mainly because each and every of them has an specific feature that really makes them stand out. (Ex: Riddle's short temper, Azul's soft and sensitive side, Sebek's obsession with Malleus,...) But paying to much attention to that one specific feature often leads to ignoring everything else about their personalities, and gives them a pretty simple and fanon interpretation which can sometimes be the total opposite of the detailed and cannon one.

•Azul Ashengrotto: Azul's fanon picture had an extreme change after chapter 3, mainly because of how his background and breakable side was revealed; the cruel and heartless mafia boss turned into the soft and emotional baby. This sudden change in perspective stole the hearts of many fans and the fandom in general came to appreciate Azul even more, but at some point it caused his most important feature to be forgotten: Azul tends to be strict about hiding that sensitive side of his, so the Azul we get to see in general is the fearful picture of the mastermind who's taken the magics of many away, not that baby Octopus who used to cry whenever other kids bullied him because he was different. Getting to know his background and true feelings made us forget about his professional and strict side which is indeed the most important side of his personality!

•Idia Shroud: Baby boy, soft child, sweet tooth cutie, pretty little emo,...and hundreds of other nicknames to appreciate Idia and his iconic nature. But in contrast to what many assume based on his appearance and social anxiety, Idia is way different from just a shy yet adorable nerd; this guy is seriously hiding some evil inside. If you go through his stories and get to the points where he's thinking with himself, you'll see how different he can be. While he can't really get to tell these properly through his main lines, you can find him secretly insulting and nagging at how annoying some people are several times. It isn't just about being shy, Idia obviously dislikes many of the people around him. Focusing on his social anxiety and awkwardness causes us to forget how different he is when he isn't forced into a face-to-face conversation, also note that there are many thoughts going through this guy's brain that you probably hadn't thought of.

•Floyd Leech: While Jade's personality is obviously a pretty complicated one, Floyd's character is even more confusing because of his playfulness and seemingly childish manners. But it's important to remember that deep inside, floyd is just as mysterious as his brother. Describing Floyd as childish and dumb is equal to falling into Yana's trap, because Floyd is designed as an extremely smart and somewhat of sadistic character. It's so important to know that he's way more than just a chaotic eel or an playful idiot, Floyd literally has anything needed to be ranked among the most dangerous characters of the game, his personality along side his magic and genius can be quite deadly.

•Sebek Zigvolt: To be honest, many of us are just doing him dirty. Look, it's true that Sebek's often caught praising and talking about Malleus but please do not forget that Sebek as well has got his very own personality! Associating Malleus with whatever he says or does (especially through fanfictions) is somehow fading his character because most of the things I get to read or hear about him involves Malleus. Come on! This is Sebek that we're talking about, not Malleus! I understand that talking about Malleus is legit something he often does but while you're writing a fanfic, please remember that Sebek has got hundreds of features and personality manners to talk about other than talking about his "Waka sama". So instead of just focusing on his Malleus appreciation habit, try to get to know his very own features and personality! In many of fanon interpretations, Sebek is bound to doing nothing but talking about Malleus and only him which is pretty unfair! We should all take some time to talk about Sebek himself, not his obsession with Lilia or Malleus.

•Riddle Rosehearts: I understand where this is coming from, but I want to see something more than an angry Riddle shouting and screaming about the importance of rules and harshly forcing others into following them whenever I read something that involves Riddle. I see how being angry and turning as red as a tomato is his rather famous feature but we shouldn't ignore everything else about hum because of it. Other than his background and mentionable talents and abilities as the greatest dorm leader Heartslabyul's history, keep this in mind that Riddle did decide to try and change his way of leadership and reduce his obsession with rules after his overblot.

Characters that can also belong to this group: Vil Schoenheit, Rook Hunt, Kalim Al Asim, Silver, Epel Felmier

Group C: Ignorance/Lack of information

The reason with this group is obvious, we need to talk about them more often! While they're all great characters with interesting designs and personalities, it's somehow rare to see anyone doing a proper analysis of their characters, either because of not going through their details or stories, or even going through them but not finding anything special.

•Ace Trappola: Both Deuce and Ace are characters who have appeared through all of the chapters so far, which means that we've had the chance to get to know them better than any other character in the game! But their fanon interpretations are pretty simple and sometimes, boring. Most of us don't even realize that we're mischaracterizing them-! I often see them being pictured as either stupid or loud and troublesome. Ace for example, got a really strong plot about how he'd go through a relationship and his past experience in the ghost marriage, which can be a strong guide to how we should picture Ace in reader inserts, but sadly we're just sticking to fanon interpretations and don't give his personality the detail and cannon depth he deserves. Let's note that he can be quite evil, smart, logical and unpredictable too at the time.

•Deuce Spade: Deuce's case is pretty similar to Ace. I'm not saying that he's a totally different one from how the fandom is characterizing him, but come on, Deuce isn't just a chicken dummy! We've learned a lot about his relationship with his mother, his past life, his relationship with his close friends, his hobbies and his will to become a great magician so there's a lot we can say about him! Instead of just sticking to his clumsiness and sometimes, stupidity it's better to consider those features and details to describe him. Not only will it make us have more of a cannon interpretation on Deuce, but it'll also inspire us to create newer and more creative content for him!

•Silver: Look, while many of us love this sleepy guy, we need to understand that he isn't just a sleeping beauty or Lilia's cute son! Let's admit something, we're facing a lack of Silver content and even as we go through most of the existing Silver fanfics and content, it either has something to do with his sleeping issues or his relationship with idia, maybe some arguments with Sebek as well but it's rare to see anyone talking about anything else than these when it comes to Silver. His relationship with Lilia and Malleus, he way he appears in others' side stories, how he handles his tasks and the way Malleus and Lilia describe him is telling us that there's a LOT about him which we often ignore!

•Trey Clover: It's true that the cannon Trey isn't that different from the fanon one, but I can tell that the fanon Trey lacks quite a few of the cannon features. We're giving him a rather solid and sometimes boring personality of Heartslabyul's calm and collected mum who treats everyone nicely regardless of how reckless or annoying or rebellious they are. But the real Trey does express annoyance and uncomfortablitiy from time to time, he can even be quite sarcastic. If you come to get a close look, you'll see that Trey isn't always as nice as he seems to be.

•Ruggie Bucchi: I genuinely adore Ruggie's personality design, especially how he mostly comes of as a mysterious troublemaker but at the same time, he's being a tiny family man on the inside. Watching how he can be quite reckless toward other students in NRC (especially the first years) and on the other hand, be a pretty caring and protective sibling who really loves and cares about his poor family and is working his hardest to support them really brings the tears of joy to my eyes. Ruggie's story has got a lot to tell and this interesting design and personality really deserves more attention and supporters!

•Jack Howl: It's true that Jack doesn't really get mischaracterized , but he deserves to be talked about more often! Most of the fandom captured his personality really good and I can feel his tsundere-ish and protective vibes through most of the fanfics that involve him. He's got a rather calm and collected nature which gives him a more balanced personality compared to the rest of the characters, and can make it easier to understand the cannon Jack. He used to get really mischaracterized back in twst's pre-release, but after the game was released and we got to know the cannon Jack, most of those misunderstandings were solved. Perhaps the only thing that I wish to mentioned more often are the adorable details and his background, especially his relationship with his family and siblings.

Characters that can also belong to his group: Silver, Deuce Spade, Ace Trappola, Rook Hunt

Group D: The healing type (Iyashikei)

Look, the cannon interpretation isn't always the happiest or the sweetest. This group usually get mischaracterized because their fanon interpretation is presenting something better, something that more fans would accept and love. 'Softening extremely dark and unapproachable personalities' or 'spreading adorable and wholesome headcanons' are two common ways of the healing type. Characters with extremely bitter personalities usually belong to this group, because their stories can be too sad for the fandom, so many decide to go for a softer yet untrue way of characterizing them, which is sometimes good but going too far with the softening process often leads to creating a character that's nothing like the original.

•Leona Kingscholar: While I was working on my Leona analysis, I came to understand why some fans prefer the fanon Leona over the cannon Leona. Cannon Leona is quite dark and unapproachable, and you'll find his background and personality in general quite painful and sometimes depressing if you try to study the cannon Leona. Within all of the twst characters, he's got the darkest design therefore it can be quite hard for fans to accept his cannon interpretation. That's why some try to give him more of an affectionate and soft nature to make his personality seem less painful to go through. This sometimes create a totally wrong interpretation that goes against everything that the cannon Leona is, but at the same time many fans agree that cannon Leona on the other hand is just too dark to accept. We can tell that this fandom's favorite Leona is a balance of cannon and fanon Leonas, something neither too dark nor to childish and wholesome.

•Ortho Shroud: There isn't much we know about Ortho and his background, and I can't say that he's being directly mischaracterized either. Sometimes all we have to use in order to capture his personality are the fan- theories, which can really complicate stuff. Best way to know him is by paying enough of attention to his voice lines and hidden details, but it can end up being quite dark if you dig too deep- His background with Idia isn't directly mentioned but there are some dark details hiding through the story that can seem quite scary when you actually think about them, therefore many of the fans decide to ignore those details, and since there isn't much of Ortho content (mostly fanfiction) either, many (including me) decided not to mention anything about those dark aspects...

•Epel Felmier: Cannon Epel is quite different from the fanon Epel. Not saying that Epel is a meanie because he surely does have pretty cute and adorable aspects but the cannon can Epel can be quite reckless, mean and rude at the time while the fanon Epel is always described as a shy, cute boy(which is exactly what the cannon Epel hates to be described as). Going through his ghost marriage stories and voice lines, we can realize that Epel's rather bad with romance, and for now, he doesn't really seem to be interested in any love-related issues either. Writing reader inserts especially can be really hard if you're going to stick with the cannon Epel, therefore many choose to use the fanon Epel instead, a cuter and softer Epel who's quite acceptive and approval of being in love. A considerable majority of fans prefer this soft and cuter Epel, and this is why Epel mostly gets mischaracterized in reader inserts.

Characters that can also belong to this group: Malleus Draconia, Azul Ashengrotto, Cater Diamond, Ace Trappola, Lilia Vanrouge

Group E: Mischaracterized on main

Spreading false headcanons, not paying enough of attention to official details and simplifying complicated personalities are often counted as general ways of mischaracterization. Unlike the previous groups, this group doesn't really have a proper excuse for their mischaracterization, especially as we see some fans are being attacked and offended by some who tend mischaracterize characters in this way.

•Vil Schoenheit: We previously talked about Vil and how there's a pile of wrong information about him spread all over the fandom, from the one saying that he's trans and his pronouns are she/her (Many fans were attacked and forced to use She/Her for Vil) to the ones that are picturing him as a selfish character who cares about no one but his very own beauty, and is bullying Epel just because he envies Epel for being more beautiful than him. Look, regarding his relationship with Epel I must say that he's trying is hardest to make Epel be more mindful of his appearance and manners, he cares to help each and every around him look their best and isn't just focusing on his very own beauty. I meant to add him in group B because how many consider him to be obsessed with beauty and ignore everything else about him like his remarkable skills in leadership and other abilities in general, but considering the great amount of wrong information that is being spread around the fandom and is causing misunderstandings and arguments, I thought it'd be better to put him in this group.

•Kalim al asim: One sentence, four words: He is NOT stupid! While I insist that everyone in the fandom is free to have their personal interpretation and ideas regarding the characters and their personalities, keep this is mind that it's okay as long as it doesn't offend anyone else! How does it feel when Kalim stans are just watching others making fun of their favorite and calling him useless and stupid? Even worse, how does it feel when they're being told reckless stuff like: "Hey, you know that your favorite is the dumbest character in the game?" Let me clear 3 points right here: 1)Even if one's favorite is stupid, you do not have the right to insult them because of it even if you mean it as a joke 2)Nope Kalim is not stupid, generosity and caring for everyone around him with genuine kindness makes him a good and pure person, not a stupid one. 3) People who are saying that he's stupid because of not doing that great in school are just as funny as those who told all of us that you won't be any successful if you don't get good grades in exams. Lmao, dude this is the 21st century.

Characters that can also belong to this group: Floyd Leech, Epel Felmier

Well, I guess that's all? I couldn't talk much about any of them otherwise this would've gotten too long- So I just put a small intro of how each of the boys often gets mischaracterized instead. Okay it's awfully late lol I leave this now-

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