#hey blondie (fic tag)

[harleybarbarahandler]

The woman in the middle was obviously Barbie. She looked like Harleen did years before, albeit without the glasses and with a far more radiant grin; Harleen hid her light under a bushel like the scared little girl she’d been. Barbie clearly didn’t have the same concerns.

Chapter 2 of Hey, Blondie is out! Let me know what you think 😊

[irisintheafterglow]

if he's a ghost, then I can be a phantom

summary: the strawhats are summoned back to baratie so sanji can cook for a high-class diner. they can't figure out why zoro is so nervous. (opla!zoro x you)

wc: 2k

cw/tags: swearing, mentions of food and eating, established relationship, pet names (sweetheart, doll, lover, pretty), spoilers if you squint, sanji being himself and zoro having absolutely none of it

note: this was requested by an anon a few weeks ago and i finally got around to writing it!! every time i write for zoro, i have a new favorite fic i've made because he's just so fun to write for. hope you enjoy!!

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated <3

“You know, they’re a lot hotter in person.”

“Shut your mouth, waiter, or I’ll skewer it closed,” he mutters with palpable distaste. Another swig of rum burns down his throat and, for the first time that the crew can remember, Zoro seemed nervous. It wasn’t obvious, but they’d sailed long enough to know that he never stopped surveying a room for threats, no matter how familiar he was with it. Today, though, the only thing that took his attention was the rim of his glass and he was subtly avoiding the eyes of the crew’s target. “This is the dumbest idea you’ve had in a long time.” 

“Thank you for your input, Zoro. I will, however, be belaying it,” his captain replies brightly, unfazed by the blank expression of his first mate. The uneasy faces of his crew only makes him beam more, giddily excited for the anticipated challenge. “C’mon, guys. We’ll be fine. They just need to see how awesome we are and they’ll totally give us a new sail!”

“Loud, loud, too loud,” Zoro warns in response to the increasing volume of Luffy’s voice. They were already causing enough of a scene, as is, and he damn sure didn’t want other guests looking in their direction. To make matters worse, the amount of alcohol in the table’s bottle was dwindling too quickly for comfort. 

“Hey, if we’re lucky,” Usopp offers, “we might just get a whole ship. You know, maybe one that Captain Usopp can command as the second ship in the Straw Hat fleet.”

“You think we’ll get a whole fleet?”

“Hell yeah. Maybe, we can all captain our own ships–”

“Alright, let’s get our heads out of the clouds,” Nami cuts in. “We still need to figure out how we’re going to get over there, in the first place. And just for the record, I’m with Zoro on this one.” 

“First time for everything,” he deadpans. She smartly elects to ignore his sarcasm and continues to argue why the plan is a bad idea. The call from Zeff came at an opportune time and during an unfortunate situation when the Merry sailed straight into a torrential thunderstorm that ripped the main sail clean down the middle. Despite their best efforts to patch it up, it was beyond repair; with the Marines constantly on their tail, having a working sail was a matter of survival. Zeff’s reluctant summons for Sanji to cook for a special guest provided a means to buy a new sail and have a little extra spending money. But, in his wildest dreams, Zoro could not have predicted that the special guest was you. The smug look on the chef’s face snaps him out of his thoughts. “Shouldn’t you be in the kitchen, waiter?”

“Shouldn’t you be downing the rest of this bottle, drunk?”

“I’ll smash this damn bottle on your head, I swear–”

“No, no. Zoro has a point,” Luffy agrees. Sanji gives him an odd look and he quickly realizes what his statement insinuated. “Not about smashing the bottle on your head. We need you to bring them your food so then I can go over and talk with them.”

“You don’t think I can charm them on my own?” 

“Don’t look so aghast, blondie,” Zoro answers and receives a knife-sharp glare in response. “This is not someone who will entertain your theatrics.”

“How would you know anything about them, hmm? I believe you’re a little too dead inside for their liking,” Sanji baits and Zoro’s on the verge of biting before Nami steps in again. 

“Sanji, get in the kitchen. Let’s just get the money and get out of here.” Zoro silently thanks her in his head for effectively ridding the chef of the table for the time being. His gratitude turns into a grimace when she turns to him expectantly. “You’re gonna hate me for asking–”

“Then don’t ask,” he finishes. She doesn’t relent. 

“How do you know them? It seems like you’re nervous about being here, but we’ve never met them before as a crew.” Hitting the damn nail on the head. “So, you must’ve met them when you were still hunting down pirates. Am I right?” He grumbles an unreadable response, but the slightly pink shade of his face tells the table everything they need to know. “You’re terrible at covering up secrets.”

“I don’t remember asking.”

“Ah, you’ve got him on the run, now. He’s deflecting,” Usopp chuckles, immediately shutting up when Zoro shoots him a deadly scowl. He hated that all of them were right and would never admit it to save his life. After all this time, seeing you still made his heart rate skyrocket and cause his hands to clam up with boyish nervousness. You were just as beautiful as the last time he saw you, instances that were too few and far between for his own liking. Your father would have a fit if he saw you in such an unregulated environment as Baratie, but he knew that you were safe. As long as you breathed the same oxygen, he vowed no harm would come to you. 

“I met them when I first started hunting,” he admits and the words felt wrong on his tongue. Every nerve in his body was telling him to stop revealing his relationship to you. It didn’t matter if he’d almost died surrounded by his crew; his connection to you was sacred and something he was going to take to his grave. It was mostly for your safety, the late-night sneaking out and stolen displays of affection. In another life, he wouldn’t have to hide you from other hunters that wanted to see him fall. “Their father is a captain in the Marines. When I first met them, they were training with Mihawk. Their father wanted them to be the most feared Marine in the seas.” The jaws of his friends fell to the table and he knew how wild it sounded, a legacy Marine trained by a pirate lord. “But, Mihawk taught them more tricks than just swordfighting and their father fired him on the spot.”

“He taught them sympathy for pirates,” Nami concludes and he nods. “Why are you so shifty around them?” He shrugs half-heartedly and tries to make it look like his face wasn’t on fire.

“Just haven’t seen them in a while,” he states, zeroing in on the blonde asshole waltzing to you with a plate. Your surrounding guards stiffen, hands flying to the weapons at their belts. You, however, roll your eyes and tell them to stand down. He knew you hated going out with security because they were always watching, watching, watching. “Eyes up. The waiter’s making a move.” 

A strange sense of nausea washes over him as he watches you smile politely at Sanji, laughing softly at his jokes and kindly nodding as he explains the dish to you. You trust them, Zoro keeps telling himself. That waiter doesn’t stand a fucking chance. All the reassurances don’t stop his gut from churning when Sanji does his signature lean-down-and-whisper-suggestively into your ear. To his surprise, however, you don’t immediately meet the chef’s eyes. Your attention flicks to Zoro, instead, with a look that he knows all too well. 

Please get me out of this. 

Despite the protests of the table, he’s standing in an instant and walking with his hands on his swords like your guards didn’t even exist. His sight becomes tunnel-vision on nothing but you and he bypasses your guards with ease. Your shoulders relax when he stations himself protectively behind you, much to the confusion of the chef in front of you. As subtle as he can, he rests his hand on the back of your chair, inching closer until he’s just barely touching your shoulder. It’s small, but speaks wonders for his presence. 

“Zoro,” you murmur without looking up, your fingertips brushing against his knuckles. Your touch on his skin after so much time away feels electric.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Sanji stiffens at the term of endearment so easily leaving Zoro’s mouth and you can sense the boost it does for his ego. “Whatcha got there?”

“My new friend was just telling me about the dish he made. He said he crafted it especially for me, with his own hands,” you inform him with a sly sparkle in your eye. His jaw clenches unconsciously. You knew exactly what was going on in Zoro’s mind and he knew it, too. “Apparently, he can work wonders with his hands,” you remark casually and you can hear the chair crack under the force of the swordsman’s hand gripping it. To your delight, Sanji’s face has also taken on a slightly darker shade of red at how crassly you echo his suggestion. And in front of his rival, no less.

“Was he, now?” His tone is lethal and it sends goosebumps up your arms. “Well, it best be time for him to get back in the kitchen, no?”

“Mmm, but he said he had a proposal for me–”

“I had one for you too, though I did ask you in a much finer establishment than this one.” You can’t help the smirk that spreads on your face and you have to look to the side to keep from laughing aloud. Zoro’s jealousy was rearing a very indignant head; you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find it a little hot. “Got that stone on your left hand to prove it.” Sanji’s eyes darted to the band wrapped around your finger, a ring that looked suspiciously like the one hanging from a chain around Zoro’s neck. “Give us some time alone, yeah?” His question becomes rhetorical as he pulls out a chair next to you and tugs your seat closer until you can cross your leg across his. His palm rests possessively over your thigh and the chef gapes for a few moments more before turning back to the kitchen. 

“That goes for all of you, please,” you order your guards without looking at them, absentmindedly tracing Zoro’s jawline with the back of your pointer finger. “Take my bag and buy however many drinks you want. I’m safe,” you state with absolute certainty. Once they’re gone, all you see, feel, and know is him.

“Hi,” he breathes.

“Hi,” you smile just as softly. “What’re you doing in a place like this?”

“I can ask you the same question, pretty.” His eyes shine with nothing but adoration. You forgot just how much you missed him.

“Took a detour to prolong my time at sea. I didn’t want to go home just yet.”

“Your old man’s being an ass again?”

“You know how he is,” you reply. “Why are you here?”

“Believe it or not, that blonde shithead is my crewmate. We’re here to get some extra Berry for a new sail.”

“Sail, hmm? I always knew you had a little pirate in you,” you tease and he sticks his tongue out immaturely. “Heard you fought my esteemed mentor. I don’t know what the hell you were thinking.”

“You don’t think I can beat him?”

“I don’t think I can fathom what will happen if you don’t,” you say quietly, swallowing a lump in your throat. “Don’t do any dumb shit, okay?”

“You’re acting as if I’m already leaving you again.” 

“Aren’t you?” Your smile is sad and it makes his chest ache. When he beat Mihawk and killed your bastard father, he was going to give you the life that you deserved. 

“Not yet,” he promises. “I don’t wanna go yet.”

“I don’t want you to go, either. How much do you need for that sail?” He gives you a number and you don’t even blink. You just nod and reach into your coin purse, fishing around and deciding to just give him the entire pouch. “Will that cover it?”

“Doll–”

“It’s a yes or no question, husband,” you say with lighthearted sternness. He shakes his head in exasperation but can’t hide the grin painting his features. 

“Yes, lover. It’s more than enough.” He presses a kiss to your forehead and you hum in contentment. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

“Of course. D’you mind introducing me to the rest of your crew besides the flirty waiter?”

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[ladykailitha]

The Harrington Pattern Part 13

This is it guys, the chapter of this fic. I have had an absolute blast writing and even more so reading all the comments and tags.

This last chapter is dedicated to all those who wanted the moms to bring Steve into their fold. This was also chance for Steve to rip on the haters without fear of his parents ire.

Thank you so much for all the love and support for this little story.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

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Claudia was waiting at the Byers’ front door when Eddie pulled up in his van and Steve hopped out.

“Eddie!” she cried happily. “I didn’t know you were coming!”

“Hey, Mrs. H,” Eddie said with a wave. “I’m just dropping Stevie off. We’re hanging out later.”

“That was sweet of you, dear,” Claudia cooed.

Steve in the meantime was pulling things out of the backseat of the van. Eddie looked over at him.

“You need help, darlin’?” he asked over his shoulder.

Steve shook his head. “I’ve got it. Thank you, though.” In lower voice he muttered, “I love you and I’ll see you later.”

Eddie gave Steve’s forearm a squeeze and then waved at Claudia. He backed out of the driveway and was soon gone from sight.

“We’ve got all sorts of surprises for you today, Steve,” she said gleefully clapping her hands together.”

Steve grinned at her. “Mrs. Peterson here yet?”

Claudia shook her head. “She’s always at least fifteen minutes late. Something we were banking on actually.”

Steve cocked his head to the side. “What do you mean?”

But Claudia just ushered him inside. He set his stuff down and then handed her a tray.

“I made blondies,” he said, “I hope you ladies like them.”

She peeled back the foil and gasped. “Steve they look amazing!”

Joyce came out of the kitchen wiping her hands. “What looks amazing?” she asked peering over Claudia’s shoulder. She, too, gasped when she saw them. “Steve, you didn’t!”

Steve grinned. “Your sons always eat the ones I send home with them before they even get home, so I figured you’d appreciate these.”

She kissed his cheek. “You are a dear.”

Claudia laid them out on table next to all the other treats.

On the coffee table were a bunch of things under a large sheet with clowns on it.

“The three of us,” Karen began, “wanted to do something extra special for you after hearing what fun our children had at the Fair because you made sure they did. So we each contributed something toward your love of sewing.”

She lifted the sheet. Underneath was a beautiful sewing kit in navy blue, a light green Singer sewing machine that looked older than he was, and a stack of old patterns.

Steve’s lip wobbled as he raised his hand to his mouth in shock.

“You didn’t have to do this, ladies,” he whispered.

“The sewing kit is from me,” Karen continued. “It’s a beginner’s kit, but it has fabric scissors, a seam ripper, bobbins for your thread and different kinds of needles.”

Steve sat down and pulled it onto his lap. He opened it and as he lifted the lid, the top tray pulled back revealing the tray beneath. “Thank you.”

“The sewing machine,” Claudia said proudly, “is the first one I ever owned. When I got married I got a new one and I’ve been using that ever since. But this ol’ girl has a lot of love and life left in her, and I want you to have her.”

Steve looked up at her, tears forming in his eyes. “Aren’t you worried that I’ll break it? Or that my parents will find it and destroy it?”

Claudia knelt in front of him. “It’s gonna be kept at my house until you get a place of your own. You’re there all the time to see Dusty anyway, no one is going to notice that you’re there to sew now, too.”

“Plus,” Joyce said with a grin. “It’s a Singer. They’re a little hard to break. They’re one of the best machines and it will probably outlast your children. So don’t worry about it, okay?”

Steve nodded, his lip quivering. Claudia kissed his forehead and stood back up.

“The patterns are from me,” Joyce said. “Whenever I would have a little extra money I would pick up a pattern or two at the drug store and bring it home. I picked a handful that I thought you’d like since you’re primarily making costumes. And if those work for you, next week I’ll bring another handful you might like.”

Tears started flowing down his cheeks. “Thank you. All of you. This is best gift I’ve ever gotten.”

“Oh honey,” Joyce said softly and suddenly Steve was being hugged on all sides by the moms.

They stayed like that until there was a knock on the door.

“That must be Olive,” Claudia said with a sigh. “I bet she brought those brownies that are totally store bought even though she insists it her grandmother’s recipe.”

Steve snickered. “My mom used to do that. I don’t think she fooled anyone either.”

Joyce grinned over her shoulder as she went to go answer the door. “Olive, dear! We were just getting started.”

“Oh?” the bright voice on the other side of the door cooed. “You’re usually in the full swing of things by now.”

Steve bristled. That meant she knew she was late and was doing it intentionally. He hated people like that. Acting like the rest of them were peasants meant to be waiting on her.

“Steve was just showing us the costumes he made for the kids for the Fair over the weekend,” Karen said sweetly as Steve hurried to get the things he brought to show off out.

Olive stepped into the house with a sneer. “I think it’s so sweet you’re indulging the boy, but I doubt he can hold a candle to Claudia’s years of experience.”

Wow, Steve thought. Not only did she insult him, but she insinuated Claudia was old. What was with this old bag?

Claudia smirked. “It’s true that I’ve been doing it for longer, but Steve has a real talent for it. Come see.”

Olive walked into the front room and Steve was struck by how much she reminded him of his mother. She had perfectly curled hair with not a single strand out of place. Her clothes were fitted and showed off her figure. Her makeup was flawless.

In short, Steve hated her on sight.

Joyce handed her the shirt he had made for underneath his tunic. It was flawless but understated.

Olive took the shirt and scoffed. “You couldn’t have done this, Harrington, you shouldn’t lie to your betters.”

Steve was already seeing red. “I guess I’ll just have to prove it to you then.”

Joyce clapped her hands together. “All right, let’s get started. Steve, you can eat as much as you want, but just make sure to keep it away from other people’s projects.”

Steve smiled at her sweetly. “Of course!”

He knew that what she was really saying was that Olive Peterson might try something.

He sat in the armchair away from her and she glared at him.

“Is it all right if I work on my project first before you teach me how to use the sewing machine?” he asked just as she was taking a drink of punch.

Olive was forced to turn away and cough into her hand to avoid spraying everyone with the lemonade that Claudia had made.

Karen’s smile was feral. “I don’t see why that would be a problem, right, Claudia?”

“Of course not, Steve,” she replied warmly. “Just let me know when you want to learn and I’ll come over and help you.”

Steve nodded. He pulled out the materials that Eddie suggested he bring and got to work.

Eddie really liked that Steve’s bags had a lining because it protected the dice better, so Steve had brought along some materials he could use for that as well.

About halfway through his first bag, Joyce called out.

“Steve? What’s that pattern you’re putting on the bag?”

Steve’s eyes lit up. “It’s my signature! I embroider it on everything I do to make sure people can’t pass it off as their own.” He handed the bag over to her.

“Oh!” she cried in excitement. “This is the design you put on Will and El’s costumes when you did their alterations, right?”

Steve nodded. “I hope you don’t mind. I know you made the clothes, but I thought it was a cute way to tie the two together like they were twins.”

“It was perfect,” Joyce said. “El still hasn’t stopped talking about how pretty your design made the dress.”

Steve blushed as he took the pouch back from her.

“I was talking to someone at the Renaissance Fair,” he said shyly, “and she wanted me make them clothes and things that she would sell for me. She even told me to make business cards in case someone wanted to commission me directly.”

“Oh Steve!” Karen cried. “That’s wonderful!” She clapped her hands together and tilted her head. “I have to admit I’m a little jealous. That pattern is beautiful. I would love a handkerchief with that on it.”

Steve straightened up. “Yeah?”

Karen nodded.

“What color would you like?” he asked excitedly.

Karen tried to protest but he wouldn’t let her. In fact he managed to convince all but Olive to let him make them one for them.

It did, unfortunately take him to the end of the two hours, but he was excited to come next week.

“I’ll even host it at my place!” he said with a grin.

Olive sputtered. “Well I won’t be there if it’s at this young man’s house. That’s so inappropriate.”

The three other ladies looked at each other and then shrugged.

“Your loss,” Karen said dryly.

Olive stormed out of the house vowing that as long as Steve was part of the group she would never come back.

“Well that is a relief,” Joyce said, “I’m not the kind to speak ill of anyone, but we really got quite the upgrade!”

Karen clapped her hands. “Indeed. I can’t wait for next week. I’ve got a new project I’m starting and I found the best recipe for a chocolate mousse that I’ve been dying to try out.”

“Same time next week, ladies?” Steve asked.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Claudia agreed.

Then there came a loud honk.

Steve looked out the window and smiled. “Looks like my ride is here.”

He gather up his stuff, including the patterns and sewing kit and walked out to Eddie’s van.

He slid into the front seat.

“You have fun today, sweetheart?” Eddie asked, pulling out of the driveway.

“Yeah,” Steve said looking fondly at the house. “This has been the best weekend ever.”

Eddie grinned. “Well, it’s about to get even better, just wait to you see what I have planned for us today.”

Steve smiled as Eddie regaled him with his plans and nodded along.

Life was really looking up. He had a platonic soulmate, good friends, an amazing boyfriend, a hobby he enjoyed and could make real money from, and now a group of people to share that hobby with each week.

And to think it all started with a flier about the Renaissance Fair coming back to Hawkins.

“I can’t wait,” he breathed once Eddie was done.

Eddie smiled that sweet smile at always turned Steve’s insides to mush.

Yeah, Steve could honestly say that he was happy.

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[supercriminalbean]

Fight Club. Part three.

Aaron Hotchner x Male!reader.

Summary: The team tries thier hardest to find you, while Aaron thinks back to the way things use to be between you and him.

Warning: Dark fic. Blood, fighting, death, abuse, kidnapping, swearing, drugs, unsub violence, angst, murder, criminal minds unsub violenceness. This whole fic series is just dark and strange the ask it self is amazing and may help you know if this is something you can handle. (Any other warnings let me know xx)

Words: 4.6k

A/n: This went in a different direction as I thought this chapter would. Somehow this is becoming longer than I first thought it would. Another part will be released next week thank you all for your love xx

Part one. Part two. Part four.

Tagging thoes that seem interesed or asked: @xweirdo101x @alecmores @yn-addams @winter-world @xdark-acadamiax @rexspersonalhell @hunterispunk @sammy-4103 @222244445555 @spiritzofthedead @sweetnothingsvulnerability

The day goes by fast for the Bau, the day doesn’t have enough hours before the sun is setting again. They checked out a place today hoping you would be there but instead they found nothing, not even a sign that anyone used to be there. Garcia also isn’t getting anywhere tracking their Ip address, and they haven’t gone live since this morning. Currently the team is sitting around the table eating or more like picking at their dinner as they throw out more ideas. 

“We got his face on camera, Garcia has it circulating through all facial recognitional searches” Morgan adds, sighs as he stabs his noodles. 

“She won’t find anything, he’s been doing this for years there will be no recognition of him for the past twenty years” Rossi huffs quietly staring at the photo of the unsub on the board. 

“Maybe not, but she can put him through her system and make him appear younger then maybe she will get a hit” JJ suggests staring at the wall, her body feeling numb.

“Good idea, when she lands get her straight onto that” Hotch instructs looking over at Morgan.

“Will do” Morgan nods at him.

“When does she land?” Emily asks, glancing over at Morgan who automatically checks his watch.

“In twenty minutes, I should get going. I promise her I’ll be waiting by the gate when she lands” He smiles weakly standing up. No one argues, everyone knows those two come in a package. 

“Hey can I come for a ride, I could use the fresh air” JJ looks up at him, feeling exhausted.

“Sure blondie lets go” Morgan smiles a little as they walk out.

~~~

The night goes by with Reid, Rossi and Hotch narrowing down their comfort zone, while Garica and Morgan go through making the unsub appear younger and running him through everything. JJ and Emily, run through their notes of the interview of some of the victims families they talked to today, coming to some conclusions that they wish they never had to. Once it gets too late and the room is filled with nothing but yawns, Hotch finally sends them home, his heart racing at the thought you have been gone for 36 hours. Everyone leaves silently hating the idea of going back to the hotel while you're missing. Once Aaron is alone in his hotel room he sits at the small desk in the corner of the room, pulling out his notebook and a file as he gets back to work, doing his best to distract his mind from the hopelessness look in your eye. You don’t think they are coming for you, no, you don’t think he is coming for you. He is, and he won’t rest until he has you back where you belong. His mind runs back to the night, the night he regrets letting you go. The night he confessed to you, that he enjoyed having you in his life more than a boss should. That he doesn’t normally allow an agent to get this close to him or his kid, and he definitely doesn’t allow his agents to cuddle up to him on his couch watching movies, or kiss him that one night. He also doesn’t allow an agent to push him on cases like you do, he doesn’t allow an agent to bring a case to him like this and get away with using his FBI statutes to get information he’s not entitled to. He doesn’t allow it, so how the hell did he allow himself to let you worm yourself into his heart, and why the hell did he let you leave that night. Aaron doesn’t realise there are tears sliding down his face, hitting his notes until there's a sharp knock on the door. Quickly he pulls himself together, wiping his face as he takes a deep breath steadying his heartbeat as he looks through the peephole. Of course it's Dave he groans to himself, wondering if he could just go to bed and pretend he’s asleep to make him go away.

“Open up Aaron I know you're there” Dave smirks, staring at the door with a knowing look. Ever so slowly Aaron opens the door, his face hard, showing no emotion.

“What's up Dave?” Aaron sighs lightly, acting tired blocking the doorway.

“Don’t what's up me” Dave rolls his eyes as he pushes past him, walking straight in.

“Oh sure come on in” Aaron says sarcastically as he closes the door, he somehow allows his guard down around Dave. Dave moves to the middle of the room then turns around, staring at Aaron, his body stiffens under Dave gaze, crosses his arms in defence. 

“What do you want Dave?” 

“You want to tell me what's going on with you?” Dave stares at him, his eyes staring a hole into his soul. 

“What do you mean, my agent is missing? I'm sorry if I’m a little on edge” Aaron snaps at him, the tears threatening to come back.

“Today you keep referring to him as your agent, you keep refusing to say his name” Dave sighs, noticing the tension threatening to break on Aaron's face.

“Dave” His name is barely above a whisper, it's a warning. “Get out”

“Not until you open up and tell me what's happened between you two” Dave pushes, taking a step forward as he spots a tear escaping down Aaron cheek as he looks away.

“Aaron its me, talk to me”

“I can’t lose him Dave, not after Haley” His voice breaks as he speaks, sitting down on the bed.

~~~

“I invited him to a soccer game of Jack one day” Aaron breaks the silence, his eyes focused on the wall opposite him. Dave is sitting at the desk, watching him quietly, he wishes he could hear this under better circumstances.

“I didn’t think he would come, you know how closed off he is. He had a rough case and I wanted to make sure he was okay during the weekend” Hotch takes a deep breath as he thinks back. 

You didn’t want to get out of bed this morning, but you promised Hotch you would go to his son's soccer game with him. Apparently because you have been on the team for over a year and a half now and you still haven’t met his son yet which is a call for concern, apparently. Slowly you dragged yourself out of bed and got ready for the day, driving to the soccer field and stopping for some coffee and um a hot chocolate, because kids like hot chocolate right? You double asked yourself as you drove to the field, earlier than Hotch had told you the game was but he said he would be there early for warm up seeing as he is the couch. You pull up into the car parks, noticing a spare park beside a familiar car so you quickly park before getting out, and making your way through the field finding your boss setting down a bag and some bottles and a kid who seems to be a mini version of him holding a ball laughing beside him. 

“Morning” You call out to them, your eyes focused on Hotch as he turns around with a smile growing on his face.

“You're earlier” He points out, walking over to you.

“I know” You smirk softly. “But I brought coffee, and a hot chocolate for the little child” 

“Thanks,” Hotch smiles. “Jack, this is (Y/n) my coworker”

“Hi,” Jack mumbles, looking down.

“Hey kid” You smile awkwardly, before picking up the coffee and offering it to Hotch.

“Thank you, you didn’t have to” He smiles warmly as he reaches for it, his smile fades as you jump slightly at his movements. 

“Oh it's no problem” You focus your smile to stay put. “Sorry” You quickly apologise, gulping quickly as you turn to Jack as you hand him his drink. “This is for you Jack”

“Woah, it's huge!” Jack exclaims, taking it. “Dad only ever gets me the small one, thank you”

You can’t help but laugh softly. “It's because I’m better than him” You tease.

“That's because I have to deal with the sugar rush later,” Aaron groans, smirking at you.

“They get sugar rush?” You look at him confused, your eyebrows pinching together looking cute according to Aaron.

“They do, you don’t know anything about kids do you” Aaron teases you, laughing as he sees his son struggle to hold the cup without dropping it.

“Oh nothing, I don’t like kids” You shrug, as you watch Jack not realising Aaron is currently staring at you with his eyes full of hope.

After the soccer game, you three went out for ice cream, the day was full of laughter and joy as you got to know the Hotchner boys. The next few weekends the same thing happened, you went to the game, then an afternoon activity with the two sweetest boys. About six months pass by, when an incident with Jack processes to push you and Aaron closer. 

You are currently watching Jack's first game of summer soccer, cheering for him from the side lines, a huge smile takes over your face as you watch him. The pride grows in your chest as he scores another goal, glancing over at Aaron by the side lines, the proud dad looks on his face as he claps loudly with the clipboard. The game is close, the team only needs one more goal and the game is theirs. The game goes by quickly with both teams playing well for kids, your heart is pounding when you see Jack got the ball lined up for the goal and the referee is about to call the game, but then he kicks and he gets in just as the game comes to an end. The team all screams and cheers with excitement, running towards their parents to celebrate, except Jack. He’s sprinting towards screaming that he’s won, before he’s jumping at you, wrapping his arms around you. You freeze, your smile falters as he touches you, but then you look down at the small boy in your arms and you smile before wrapping your arms around him, the tension in your chest breaking apart.

“You did amazing kiddo” You smile widely as you hear heavy footsteps approaches, pulling away from Jack as you glance up to meet his father's gaze, a worried look on his face quickly fades to a relieved, happy look.

“They played great” You smile at him, but your smile doesn’t reach your eyes as Jack pulls away, causing Aaron to worry internally.

“They did, you did so great buddy” Aaron looks down at his son, with loving eyes as he ruffles his hair. 

Later that night, you three have had a movie night and now Jack is asleep in his bed as you and Aaron watch a less kid friendly movie, while chatting away. 

“I’m sorry if Jack made you uncomfortable earlier” Aaron glances at you as the conversation from before dies away, your eyes stay glued on the tv.

“Um when?” You gulp, you know what he’s talking about, but you don’t want to talk about it.

“When he hugged you (Y/n), I know you don’t like physical touch”

“It's fine, It happened and it didn’t suck” You shrug, ignoring the way your body tenses up.

“(Y/n), If you want me to tell him not to do it again I will” Aaron speaks softly, watching the upset and agitated look flash over your face as you glance at him.

“Don’t do that, I don’t mind hugging him. What, am I not allowed to hug people just because I’ve never hugged someone before!” You snap at him, anger and sadness welling up inside you.

“No, I didn’t mean that” Aaron smiles sadly at you, before reaching for your hand that lays on the couch in between you both. Your freeze, your eyes focusing on his hand closely but you don’t pull away. He slowly intertwined his fingers with yours, taking a deep you slide your thumb over his, a small smile pulling at your lips.

“You said you haven’t had a hug before?” Aaron keeps his voice light as he speaks, holding your hand softly as he looks up at you. 

“Not since I was young” You talk quietly, looking into his eyes as you speak. “I know I’m not normal Aaron but I’m trying I promise” Your voice almost sounds like you're begging when you speak, your voice wobbles as your eyes water just a little.

“I know you are, I see you and you are doing a great job” Aaron reassures you. Holding back the automatic urge to pull you into a hug and tell you that nothing can hurt you anymore and that you're doing a great job and just how far you have come. But he can’t do that, because you're not ready for the praise nor ready for the way he wants to hold you and even if you are he would break the thin line of professionalism he is trying to keep between you two.

“I am?” Your face lights up a little, a smile tugging at your lips. 

“You are, do you remember when you first joined the team?” Aaron smiles as he watches you, the way your eyes slide to the wall as you think back.

“Yeah.. You kept getting mad at me”

“Mad isn’t the right word, I was concerned for you. You barely slept and never ate, you drank more caffeine than Reid and that’s saying something” Aaron jokes lightly, causing you to chuckle softly.

“Okay, but I still do that most weeks”

“Still less than you used to do, and that's an improvement” Aaron squeezes your hand softly, which makes your smile grow just a little. “You also used violence a lot more when arresting an unsub, you don’t do that so much anymore you have more control over your temper” His words sink in slowly, your heart melting as your eyes meet his, allowing his sweet words to break your walls down. 

“That one is hard, anger and violence is all I knew growing up” Your words are barely above a whisper as you admit that, squeezing his hand a little. 

“That's okay, because you are still young and you are still learning” He smiles as his thumb brushes over your hand. “Also back then you would never let me hold your hand, or even hug my son”

“Maybe it's more because you two mean something to me rather than something else” You gulp as you admit your feelings.

“Well you are welcome here whenever you like” Aaron smiles as he looks at you, his eyes filled with love as he stares into your own. He feels himself falling for you, he knows it's wrong but right now Aaron doesn’t care, because he’s never seen anyone with such beautiful eyes before.

“Can.. Can you hug me.. I want to try it” You push the words out of your throat as the nerves start to get involved. Aaron smiles softly, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you down and into his chest. You take a deep breath, half laying down in his arms, closing your eyes as you focus on his heart beat, and the warmth his arm produces. 

~~~

“You two got really close?” Dave pulls Aaron back to the present.

“Six months Dave… That night brought us even closer but six months it stayed like that” Aaron voice breaks as a tear slides down his hands shaking. “And then he pulled away, something was going on but he refused to tell me what and after one night.. That night he.. He kissed me” Aaron takes a sharp breath as that memory invades his mind the way you cupped his face as you ask him sweetly before your lips are capturing his. 

“What happened?” Dave watched him concernedly, his eyes focused on Aaron's body language. 

“He fell asleep in my arms, and the next morning he was gone, I tried to talk to him at work and he told me that he had to refocus on work, he didn’t have time for friends, I let him go Dave, I knew something was wrong but I also knew that he’s not right, he doesn't understand relationships or love, now I know why” Aaron looks up at Dave, his heart breaking. 

“This isn’t your fault Aaron” Dave reaches out, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“I know Dave but–” Before Aaron could finish there's an urgent knock on the door pulling the two mens attention away. As soon as the door opens Garcia and Morgan are walking in urgent looks plastered over their faces, both carrying their laptops.

“They are going live” Morgan breaks the silence, before glancing at Hotch who is quickly drying his face., jumping to his feet quickly. All four of them gather around the laptop where the loading screens disappear and your bloody face fills the screen making Aarons insides screaming.

~~~

You are left alone for hours after being tortured, they only stopped after you screamed out the name they branded you with. You pass out at one point, your body and mind begging for a break, and against the hardest you try you black out. A sharp pain flies across your face, bringing you back to the hell you're in. Blinking rapidly while your eyes adjust to the bright light shining down at you, your eyes finally adjust landing on the man in front of you.

“Ready for round two Jupiter?” He chuckles at you, his grin is one that will forever haunt your nightmares.

“Why don’t you untie me and I’ll show you just how ready I am” You glare up at him, anger and tiredness sitting in your chest. He grabs your chin pinching it hard between his thumb and pointer finger, his eyes icy cold as he stares into you.

“Oh that's the plan, we’re going old school” A sickening feeling fills your stomach as his grin grows.

“No, not again” You spit at him, fear filling you knowing that's their plan to break you.

“Bring him out” He yells out, letting your chin go as the door on the other side of the room swings open, your stomach drops. She walks in, followed by a younger boy who seems to be in his mid teens.

“He’s too young no” You shake your head vigorously, your heart pounding. He looks so strong, but you know you're stronger even in your current state you could beat him. 

“You killed people when you were younger than him” He laughs. “Hell you are our youngest killer after all”

“Shut up” You snarl at him, your eyes flickering towards the video camera.

“Just enjoy the fight, let yourself remember the joy you used to feel” He smirks as he grabs the camera and lights moving them out of the pool before he climbs out.

“Hey, aren’t you going to untie me then” You glare up at him, your eyes glace at the kid as he approaches, his eyes are dead but focused on you. To him you aren’t a person just a chore for the day, he just needs to get you over with so he can have dinner and go to sleep. 

“He will do it” He smirks at you, before the boy jumps into the pool.

“Julian, remember the rules” Ma’am calls to the boy, her eyes flickering to yours. Her’s are filled with excitement, she can’t wait to see the next show. 

“Yes Ma’am” He nods, before approaching you, untying you quickly before backing up to his corner. 

“When 

I say start you two better give everyone a good show my lovies” She sings out to you two before giggling sickly, holding the camera zooming in on you as you stand up your eyes trained on the boy. You won’t attack him, just keep him busy until he gives up.

“Three, two one, go” Her smirk darkness as the boy lunges at you.

~~~

He’s a lot stronger than you thought he was, after a few rounds of dodging and making him chase you around the pool, he’s managed to land a few strong punches on you. Eventually he gets you down, his fist colliding with your face too much for you to think straight and soon instinct takes over. Your legs wrap around his waist, flipping you both over as you manage to get a few hits on him, he stops moving as you put pressure over his throat. A soft laugh escapes you as he starts relaxing under you, his eyes soften as fear invades them as he struggles underneath you. 

“Please don’t” He coughs his words out, but they aren’t enough to stop you.

“That’s it Jupiter finish him” She cheers for you, your stomach drops as her voice sets in. Shaking your head as you eyes meet him, you quickly let his throat go as he stops struggling under you. 

“That's not my name” You growl glancing at her, before looking at the scared boy under you. “Take a deep breath kid, you're okay now” You speak softly, guilt eating at you. He nods quickly, taking deep breaths as you climb off him, holding out a hand for him, pulling him up to his feet. Sliding his arm over your shoulder as he uses you for support, you glare up at the two viewers.

“You can try as much as you like, you're not breaking me” You breathe heavily as you try to catch your breath. You are pretty sure your ribs are broken along with your nose, more blood drips down your face.

“Bullshit” He snarls out as he jumps into the pool with you, storming over.

“Can’t break me” You smirk at him just a little.

“You won that fight, and winners here only win one way” He glares murderously at you, before you have time to process anything he lunges at Julian. A sharp howl leaves the young boy's mouth, your eyes widen as he pulls away, blood dripping from the knife in his hand. 

“No!” You scream, your hand flies toward Julian side, where the stab wound is, pressing against the bleeding as you lay him down. 

“You won, deal with it” He laughs bitterly as they walk out, leaving you two alone. 

You hold the tears back as you press against the wound, looking into the young boy's frightened eyes.

“It's.. its going to be okay kid” You try to pull yourself together, as the boy stares up at you.

“It's okay” He coughs out weakly. “They can’t hurt me now” 

“That's right they can’t” You whimper, a tear sliding down as the light in his eyes start to fade. 

“My sister here, she's beside you” His words are barely above a whisper now, goosebumps make your arms tingle. 

“Go with her kiddo, be safe now” Tears slide down as his chest stops breathing and you can’t move. Eventually you pull your hands off him, and collapse onto your back sobs racking through your body. That should be you, no one is even looking for you, this is your fault.

~~~

The team sits in silence as the live ends, Garcia keyboard is the only sound that fills the room. Tears are sliding down almost everyone's face, guilt, fear and anger fills everyone. The rest of the team had come and joined the other four earlier on, everyone had to watch your fight in silence, their hearts breaking at your screaming. The way you fell to your knees trying to keep the boy alive, then it ended, and no one knows how to proceed. 

“Penelope, do you have a location?” It's Dave that breaks the silence, his eyes landing on her. Her body is shaking as she cries but she carries on typing on her laptop.

“No, but.. But I’ve got it narrowed down, and I tapped into their viewers, maybe we can’t get something off that” Her voice is shaky as she tries to push through it. 

“Baby girl” Derek gently takes her hand, worried about her shaking.

“I.. I’m sorry” She sobs, falling into Derek's chest who holds her closely, his own tears sliding down.

“Everyone take five minutes, then back to the precinct” Aaron orders, his eyes still focused on the screen, his heart falling apart. In a quick minute JJ and Reid are running out of the room, needing time to themselves. 

Everyone knew the timeline had been cut shorter, if they make you fight again, Aaron knows you will give yourself up, he can’t let you do that.

[bracedfangirl]

I could not bring myself to write proper fic stuff for this, so you'll have to settle for dialogue snippets only.

Aka AU where Jay gets caught by Morro and his goons during some part of S5, and has to sit and watch Lloyd suffer.

"How do you feel bud?"

"Like shit."

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"Shit dude you're really thin..."

"You think I don't know?"

"When did you last eat? Or drink for that matter?"

"About two hours ago."

"And before that?"

"Uh... Maybe 3 days ago... I usually get water daily, food is... Heavily mood dependant if you know what I mean."

"Oh... What about sleep?"

"Uh... This is my first break in the past two days, so sometime before that..."

"How long can you sleep when he's out?"

"Uh... Three-four hours max. Otherwise it hurts too much to fall asleep. Either everything hurts or everything is numb."

"Which is worse?"

"The numb. I can barely move, or breathe when it's numb."

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The following morning Morro wakes Lloyd up by smacking him on the top of the head with a metal rod through the bars (Color coding changes: Jay remains blue, Lloyd is now orange, and Morro is green):

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"Wakey wakey blondie!"

"Agh- Motherfucker!"

"Get your asses up, we're leaving shortly."

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"Stop! Leave him alone you gassy fucks!"

"Ooo someone's mad." (Soul archer)

"Hey Windbag! Stay within your element and take me instead!"

"I appreciate the offer Zaptrap but no. You're even more whiny than Blondie here, and I'm already out of patience regarding him."

"Jay. Turn away. Please."

"What?! No!"

"I don't want you to see it happen... Please turn away-"

"Alright enough of this! Bansha, hold the brat down."

"Please Jay turn away-"

And then it happens, Lloyd's final warning is actually cut off by a choked scream

"NO!"

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That evening (Color coding back to Jay is blue Lloyd is green):

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"So uh... Morro told me something interesting this morning."

"95% of the time I'm aware of what he says."

"I know but I wanted to ask you about it... He asked me to deliver Kai the message: Don't promise something you don't keep. I wanna know what he's referring to with that."

"Oh uh... Y'know how that morning we caught that giant ass fish? Well afterwards I kinda had this heart to heart with Kai, and he promised to look after me from then on..."

"Oh fuck..."

"Yeah... Dammit I tried so fucking hard to keep this memory away from him. He's been singling Kai out a lot, and I know it's because he saw the fire temple and Chen's staff ones..."

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And that's all folks! I do not plan on writing more sophisticated stuff for this, so if any of you are inspired, feel free to write or draw or make ideas from this! Just make sure to tag me cause I'd love to see what y'all can come up with!

[miamochi-writes]

Hi it's me! Absolutely love your Vash stories ^^!! if i may, I'd like to request a little fic sort of like sunshine! Vash x Grumpy! reader but in this case its vash getting them to laugh out loud for the first time hehe vv Maybe a little bit of angst but ultimately very sweet and funny <3

i love polar opposite dynamics and thats why i loved The Only Time I Feel Safe <3!! Thank you!! You're doing great!!

A/n: oh my gosh! I was kicking, screaming, and giggling at this idea! You have no idea how fast I started writing the minute you suggested this! 💖 Hope you like this @usuallynana !

The Way You Laugh

You had yet to learn why the universe works in mysterious ways. But it paired you with the most chaotic group of people you could imagine. It was another typical morning as you sat with Meryl and Wolfwood, where they were bickering about some minuscule topic. Roberto was finishing his breakfast with a sip from his flask. Meanwhile, you enjoyed the warm cup of coffee as much as possible and braced yourself for what today would throw at you. You traveled wherever the wind blew and wanted to see the world outside your hometown. You had seen too many things growing up and needed to escape the crime, abuse, and chaos the police inflicted on your small town. After a rough couple days of traveling under the hot sun through the desert, you tagged along with this group after they found you. Thankfully everyone was nice enough to let you travel and gave you much needed space.

"Morning! Y/n! Want to hear what the coffee said to the other coffee before their night out?" All but one person exactly.

"Morning Vash, and what did they say?" you asked.

"Let's stir up some trouble!" Vash answered as you heard a collective groan and some dry chuckles from the group. You stared at Vash with his goofy grin as you took a deep sip of your coffee.

"Interesting," you told him flatly as he chuckled at his joke. I mean someone had to.

For some reason, the universe decided to put Vash into your life. Since you offered to help buy supplies, cook meals, and fend off enemies for the group, the group enjoyed having you. That also meant Vash would stay by your side as he wanted to know more about you. He was such a ray of sunshine and practically made it his mission to spread that warmth and joy to others. Meanwhile, you were reserved, aloof, and put people at arm's length after growing up in such a harsh environment.

You had a heart, but with how rough No Man's Land was you had to be cautious. Yet, you managed to attract someone like Vash who always kept coming back to you no matter how much you pushed him away. In fact, despite how much you closed people off, you bonded with Vash one night after telling him about your troubling past. After the both of you shared some personal stories, you managed to crack a smile at him that he will never forget. If anything, he made it his personal mission to know you better and make you laugh after that night.

"Come on blondie, enough with the jokes. It's been a week already," Roberto begged.

"No can do! I'm just getting started!" Vash replied. Although Vash threw some of the corniest jokes you've heard, it didn't bother you. You wanted to see how far he would go to make you laugh. Plus, each joke he told after the 3rd day was getting better.

After breakfast, your group traveled through the desert to the next city. You sat in the middle of Vash and Wolfwood while Meryl drove with Roberto in the passenger seat. It was going to be another long drive of watching endless sand and dunes.

"Hey Y/n, want to hear a desert joke?" Vash asked you as you looked at him.

"Vash no!" Roberto begged, but you gestured at Vash to continue.

"Nah, you're right. It's too dry," he replied as you rolled your eyes at the joke. Another collective groan was let out while Meryl laughed.

"Okay, I got a better one!" Vash chimed in. This time you turned around to face Vash with an amused smirk. Meanwhile, Wolfwood turned to look out the window.

"What did one sand dune say to the other sand dune?" he asked. You pondered the question as you tried to figure out what kind of pun this would be.

"I will never desert you," he replied. Okay that one wasn't too bad compared to the other one. Even Wolfwood didn't groan this time as he raised an eyebrow.

"Not bad," you told Vash. You could see in his blue eyes that he was determined to find a joke that would get you to laugh. Meanwhile, Roberto threatened to stop the van if Vash continued.

Once you entered the city, you all agreed to split up. Roberto and Wolfwood would rest at the bar, Meryl would look into places to stay, while you and Vash would look around to gather supplies. Thankfully the city didn't have too many people or police wandering around.

As you were walking, one paper caught your eye. It was a wanted poster but it looked cartoonish. You couldn’t make out the name as it was torn from the top, but it looked silly. Nonetheless, you had to show this to Vash.

"Hey Vash, take a look at this!" The blonde perked up at his name and walked towards you. Once he saw the poster, he cringed.

"Are they seriously still using this picture of me?!" he asked as you stared back at the picture.

"Wait, you mean to tell me this is you? This looks nothing like you," you pointed at the poster.

"Funny story about that," he began, but before he could explain, he stopped midway. It looked like he hatched an idea as his glasses glinted at the sun's rays.

"Hey Y/n, you want to know how Meryl, Roberto, and I met?" he asked. You had no idea where this was going but you nodded your head. He then grabbed your hand and flashed you a smirk.

"Follow me," he replied a smirk.

~*~

Vash dragged you to the bar and told you to wait outside. Half of you was curious about what Vash was scheming, while the other half was afraid to find out. Eventually, Meryl came out from the bar and looked at you.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she muttered, motioning you to follow her. She took you to a place near the outskirts of the city. What you saw next gave you a mini heart attack. You saw some makeshift metal heap where Roberto seemed to be tying up Vash upside down.

“What the heck is going on?!” You asked, bewildered at the sight before you.

“He’s the one that asked for it. I’m just following his weird orders. Besides, you wanted to know how we met him. Well, there you have it,” Roberto explained as he finished securing the rope and left. You were beyond confused at what was happening. How could Vash let Roberto do that to him? Was this some kind of sick joke? Why wasn't anyone helping him down?

Next thing you knew, Vash let out the most absurd evil laugh you've ever heard. The way his glasses glinted to where you couldn't see his eyes made him look cartoonishly mischievous. The way he slowly turned as he laughed added another layer to this odd side of your companion. Then it hit you, all this was because you mentioned that poster. You held the ripped paper up and compared it to Vash once more. He practically matched the cartoonish picture on the poster. From the "comically evil" looking face, glasses, and hair, he nailed the look perfectly. The more you looked at him, the more you snickered.

Pffft!

You were trying to stifle your laugh with your hand, but every time you looked at Vash the harder it was to control it. Finally, you burst into fits of laughter as you held your sides. How Vash looked and laughed was the funniest thing you've seen in a long time. You knew Vash was silly, but this was another level of him being over the top. Every time you snuck a glance at him, you couldn't help but laugh once more.

AHAHAHAHA!

Vash immediately stopped laughing as he heard the sound of laughter fill his ears. Did his ears deceive him? He looked at Meryl who was just as shocked at what she was witnessing. Vash begged her to turn him around so he could see what was happening. He needed to know if what he was hearing was true. Once she did, his eyes started to gleam once his eyes landed at the figure before him. The breath he was holding in was finally let go as Vash stared in awe at you. His blue eyes widened and his eyebrows were raised at you laughing your guts out. Slowly but surely, a huge smile crept on his face as he felt a huge sense of accomplishment. Maybe it was the blood rushing to his head, but Vash was giddy with joy. Finally, all that hard work of throwing jokes at you paid off.

"You're laughing," Vash stated instead of asked. He wanted to see if you would deny this, but you happily nodded at him.

"Of course I am! The way you look, and your laugh, it's hilarious! I can't believe this is how you met Meryl and Roberto," you tried to answer mid-laugh. Vash couldn't help but chuckle at your answer as he understood what finally got you to laugh. Meryl on the other hand was just confused at what she witnessed.

"Both of you are such weirdos. I'm outta here," Meryl commented as she took her leave.

"Wait! Don't leave me hanging here again friend!" Vash begged. You then laughed even harder at his comment. The desperation and hysteria in his voice made you laugh harder. On top of it all, his facial expression was priceless. If he kept it up, your face was going to hurt from laughing this hard.

"Need a hand space cowboy?" you asked as you managed to calm your hearty laugh into small giggles.

“Pretty please?” He replied. You simply grinned as his eyes widened at what you asked him.

“Wait...did you? You cracked a joke!” He pointed out as you freed him from being tied up.

"Yeah, you're not the only one who can crack jokes too you know?" you smirked after helping Vash stand up. After making sure Vash could walk and stand on his own, you took a step back and kept smirking at him as Vash had multiple questions for you.

"So, you think my jokes are funny?" he asked with a curious smile. The way his blue eyes sparkled with admiration like a puppy was priceless.

"Of course, doesn't matter how cheesy they are," you answered. Then Vash furrowed his eyebrows.

"So why didn't you laugh at them?" he questioned further.

"I did, you just weren't listening hard enough," you replied. You then demonstrated with your silent but quick exhale. Vash looked at you dumbfounded and then pouted.

"That's not a laugh Y/N!" he argued with a comical face, as you chuckled. Then he did the unthinkable, he tickled your sides and you roared with laughter

"Stop! My face and sides already hurt from earlier. I promise I'll laugh to where you can hear me next time," you begged mid-laugh.

"Okay, I'll hold you to it," Vash grinned as he stopped tickling you. You managed to breathe again and regain your compsosure.

"I guess you can say I take your breath away," Vash added as you snorted this time.

"Sure Vash, now come one let's get back to the group," you offered just smiling at his antics. The universe worked in mysterious ways and put random people into your life. But after today, you didn't mind having Vash in your life. In fact, he was starting to grow on you a little. But that's for another day for him to hear at the campfire. For now, you appreciated how much he was willing to make you smile and laugh. In fact, he gave you hope in humanity every time he was with you and that was something you learned to appreciate.

[theflirtmeister]

2024 Fic Round Up

My beloved @puckdoll tagged me in the fic round up! Unfortunately, I have over 115 works posted from this year alone on my main Ao3 account so I didn’t want to spam the dashboard.

HOWEVER I have chosen my favourites from each month + commentary. (Also let me know if you want to see my beautiful Ao3 spreadsheet)

January:

something tragic about us Saw (Movies) Adam Faulkner-Stanheight/Lawrence Gordon/Mark Hoffman

Started off the year with a gross threesome! I think Adam should suffer <3 This originally started differently with more about Adam walking home, but it was so BORING that I cut the entire thing. The first lines I came up with were Adam not wanting to roll onto his stomach because he was overstimulated, which set up my theme of the fic nicely :)

February:

Hey blondie Saw (Movies) Adam Faulkner-Stanheight/Lawrence Gordon

The fic I’d been wanting to write for MONTHS!! I think young Cary Elwes is gorgeous jailbait, and I couldn’t think of a good enough set-up until the Bulletproof exchange. I miss the era of fandom where people shipped actors as different characters, so it was lovely to picture older Adam ruining young Lawrence’s throat.

March:

kingdom through the wilderness Saw (Movies) Adam Faulkner-Stanheight/Jigsaw Apprentices

A special birthday omegaverse gangbang fic for Monty! Sometimes you just need to destroy Adam and get him all covered in cum as a treat for your bestie. I couldn’t figure out if I wanted Logan to appear in this or not, so he’s technically there, but hidden. Also had to slip in some breeding kink because hnng hot. 

April:

psalm 3 The Locked Tomb Gideon Nav/Harrowhark Nonagesimus

First non Saw fic and shortest of them all! I really love this drabble, and I’m annoyed it didn’t get enough love. I think the kiss description is good, and the contrast between Alecto’s POV and what Gideon is saying works well. 

May:

nothing good starts in a getaway car The Passenger  Benson/Randolph "Randy" Bradley

My first Passenger fic, and it’s a 4k fic about Randy getting railed! I never disappoint. Honestly loved writing this, and I hadn’t realised that other people enjoyed it as well until I realised it was being recced. I tried really hard to “get” Benson’s voice as I was writing this, I found it hard to describe his sing-song way of speaking. I also got really into blowjobs where the cock fucks the side of the mouth so included that in there >:)

June:

call me pretty thing Saw (Movies) Adam Faulkner-Stanheight/Alison Gordon/Lawrence Gordon

I LOVE this stupid femslash poly au that I’ve come up with, and I could write thousands of words based in this universe. I think Alison works perfectly as a mean domme, and I know she and Lauren are the hottest dyke couple in Saw City. I enjoy reading BDSM aus (thanks hockey fandom) but I don’t know how good I am at writing them. 

July:

yield the need A Castle for Christmas (Movie 2021) Myles/Thomas (A Castle for Christmas)

I forced Becky to watch A Castle for Christmas last year, and unfortunately, she thinks it’s the best movie ever made. We came up with a very in-depth backstory for Thomas and Myles’ relationship that hits all our buttons (Scotland, repressed homosexuality, teenagers rutting all over the place) so I had to write a fic for the Battleship Exchange. I loveeee writing older men tackling their sexuality and getting their rocks off.

August:

cherry tree Delicious in Dungeon Senshi/Chilchuck Tims

The fact that there is SO LITTLE Senshi/Chilchuck fic is a crime. I really wanted to hit the fisting tags for Battleship Exchange, along with hitting my own size kink desires. This fic literally spilled out of me - I honestly think I wrote it in about an hour in a fugue state. I also never write about men’s balls and wanted to include it in this fic because I know what the Senshi fuckers want >:)

September:

Selachimorpha Jaws (Movies) Martin Brody/Matt Hooper

Another fic where I had a VIBE in my head that I was really trying to pin down - Hooper sweating in the bar and catching sight of Brody and realising he’s in love. I also think the title works really well, Selachimorpha is the scientific name for sharks and I remember my beloved poetry professor telling me to always use latin/scientific words in my work. Shout out to *REDACTED*, sorry for not replying to your facebook messages.

October: 

scent of you Original Work Stepmother with a huge dick/Teen stepdaughter she impregnates

I only posted two fics in October (damn my full time job!) but I did love this horny Original Work for the RelationShipping exchange. My recip was very into mind control, so this was my first foray into that kink and I think it worked well >:) This fic also got me blocked by some mutuals because they didn’t realise I was a freak!

November:

a softer jigsaw trap Saw (Movies) Lawrence Gordon/John "Jigsaw" Kramer

I wrote SO MUCH for Fic In A Box, but I just had to choose these softer world inspired panels. I feel like I worked the hardest on these - I practised first with some Hoffman panels, did a lot of editing of screenshots to create new scenes between Lawrence and Jill, and dusted off my old Photoshop skills! It was also SO MUCH FUN, I loved picking the quotes for the Lawrence/John relationship.

December:

No official December fic yet! I’ve written fic for several exchanges that will hopefully go live this month, so we’ll have to wait and see. ✌️

[uhhhitsgray]

More Than Meets the Eye

This was supposed to be a short little vash stampede x reader drabble, but the fic started writing me and it's now turned into a short (?) little story. I have no idea, there will be more than just this chapter!

Warnings: 18 + themes, lots of cussing this chapter, kind of dangerous and violent. reader uses a gun for self defense purposes and we're a badass and take care of ourselves and vash

If any other tags should be added, let me know. Warnings are a bit all over the place for this chapter.

↳ Table of Contents ↳ Chapter Ⅱ: A Box of Doughnuts

Chapter Ⅰ: Name's Vash

Life for Vash was never easy. With the nickname “Humanoid Typhoon” bad luck seemed to follow him everywhere he went. 

If it wasn’t bad luck, it was all the looks people gave him when he wandered from town to town. How could all these people know who he was? Truly know him enough to judge him just by a name. 

Finding peace and comfort was so out of Vash’s wheelhouse of emotions at this point that when anything was going right, he couldn’t help but dread the day everything would come crashing down. But the dreadful feeling that filled his stomach wasn’t for no reason. Anytime he was happy, the nature of the nickname “Humanoid Typhoon” would happen, everything he loved would be destroyed. His homes, his blooming happiness and the people he loved - all gone in a blink of an eye. He’s lost too much.

That’s why when he stumbled into your bar late one evening covered in blood and bruises asking for help he figured this interaction would be no different.

It was late, almost 2 am and your bar was empty as you hummed to yourself cleaning up for the night. Little drops of rain could be heard hitting the windows, a sound that could almost lull you to sleep. 

The peaceful sound was loudly interrupted when you heard a loud thud coming from the entrance of your bar. “What the hell was that?!” You toss your damp towel down making your way to the door. 

As you round the corner to the door you see him there, sliding down the wall as a bloody hand covers his abdomen. He was hard to not recognize, the contrast of his blonde and black hair, and the bright red jacket. 

The humanoid typhoon had stumbled into your bar. 

“Can you - fuck,” He bent over in pain, a strained groan leaving his mouth. 

“Oh fuck, shit!” You bent down next to him, holding pressure over his hand that was covering an assumed wound. Your eyes flung to the door as you hear the faint sound of men yelling through the streets probably looking for him. 

“Can you move if I help you?” Your eyes found his. He looked tired, in pain, like he was screaming for help without saying a word. 

His eyes softened at your question as he nodded his head. “Awesome, let’s go.” You waste no time pulling his arm over your shoulder, grabbing onto his wrist to help him stand, your other hand wrapping around his waist - careful to not squeeze too close to his wound. 

“Let’s go around this corner into the kitchen.” You pull his arm over your shoulder more so you could bear more of his weight as he’s struggling to walk. “My office is in the back, I’m going to set you down there and make sure no one is following us.” You look to your left at him, his head hanging low, feet stumbling across the floor, his skin paler than it was just a few seconds ago. 

“Hey, come on.” You gently push your shoulder up into his armpit to try to get some type of reaction from him. “Blondie, come on. Don’t fucking die on me.” You staggered a few more steps into your office, as you set him down on the floor kneeling next to him. “Stay with me, okay?” His head slumps to the side a bit, eyes barely open. “Shit,” you grab his face in your hand, your thumb rubbing his cheek. “Hey, stay with me. I’ll be right back, okay?” 

You gently let go of his face, as you begin to walk away his hand reaches up grabbing yours. “I’ll be right back, okay? I wanna make sure we’re safe. I’m going to close this door, okay? I’ll be right back, Blondie.” You squeeze his hand, “You’re safe here.” 

You close your office door, your mind goes into overdrive with a billion things racing around. 

Why’s the humanoid typhoon in my bar?

How’d he get here? 

Why is he all bloody and bruised? 

You shake your head. 

No, it doesn’t matter. We’re going to help him. It’s fine, totally fine. 

You nod to yourself as you jog back out to the front of the bar, grabbing the damp towel and walking towards the door. Luckily, he didn’t bleed much over your floor, just a few drops you quickly wipe up before the front door flies open. 

In comes three men, three dangerous looking men. The first that walked through the door looked like he had just been in a fight, his knuckles were busted and bleeding. His left eye was purple and blue, and his lip was swollen. 

The second man wasn’t much better looking, rocking the same damages without the busted eye. His curly hair was short, and stuck to his forehead with sweat and something darker that looked like blood. 

The third man that trailed in looked pretty damage free compared to the other two, just a busted lip. His shirt was ripped, and had a mixture of what you assumed to be blood and dirt on it. 

The fuck is this? Some gang type shit? We got knuckles, curly q and t-shirt - got it. 

“Where is he?!” Knuckles yells. As he takes a step forward you get a better look at him, he’s got a pistol strapped to his thigh and a knife on his belt. 

You take a deep breath, swallowing down the terror that filled your body. “Where’s who?” You dumbly asked, a confused look on your face. 

“Him.” Knuckles said sternly as his hand rested on the grip of his pistol. 

You deadpan and shrug your shoulders, acting as if you didn’t have a care in the world. “Who’s him? Him could be a lot of people.” 

Curly q takes a step forward, raising his hand and slapping you across your cheek. You stumble back into the wall, falling to the floor wincing in pain. “Ow, asshole.” Your eyes catch a glimpse of your metal bat under the bar counter tucked away out of sight from the standing men.

Knuckles stepped forward, the tip of his boot hitting your knees looking down to you. “I won’t fucking ask again. Where the fuck is he?!” You shied away from his screaming, moving a little closer to the bat. You looked up at him, anger flashed across his features.  

“Who the fuck is he?! How am I supposed to know who that is if you don’t tell me!” You yell back, moving just a bit more. “No one’s been in here all evening! I was just trying to close and you assholes come barging in asking where ‘he’ is.” Making air quotes around he, you needed to keep wasting time, the bat was so close - just a bit out of reach. 

Knuckles grumbles above you, reaching for his back pocket to pull out a picture of who they kept referring to as ‘him’. 

Morons, how hard was it to just say the humanoid typhoon? 

With the paper shoved in your face and his dirty finger pointing at the picture he yells, “Him! The fucking typhoon, we saw him run in here.” 

You laugh, leaning to the side, fingers finding the handle of the bat. “No one’s come into my bar. Now get the fuck out so I can close.” 

“You’re starting to piss me off, where is he!” Knuckles leans down, and once he was eye level with you, you swung the bat and you swung it hard. The bat makes contact with his head, as he falls to the floor, blood oozing from the contact point. His pistol falls from it’s strap, sliding towards you, as you quickly grab it aiming it curly q and t-shirt. 

You slowly stand up, kicking the bat behind you out of all of their reach. “Now get the fuck out.” You point the gun between the two left standing. 

“Woah, come on little lady.” T-shirt puts his hands up, taking a slow step forward. You release the safety on the gun, pulling the slide back to confirm a bullet is ready. 

“I’ll tell you one more time. If you take another step forward I’ll fucking shoot.” Your finger moves over to wrap around the trigger, ready to shoot at any moment. “Get the hell out while you can still walk!” 

Curly q takes a slow step forward, “We know he’s here.” 

“Don’t!” You shoot into the wooden floor next to him. They look at each other seeming unfazed by your warning shot.

“We just want to take him, and we’ll be out of your hair.” T-shirt steps forward again, you aim the pistol down and shoot straight through his knee. “Fucking bitch!” He falls to the floor holding his knee, groaning in agony. 

Your eyes shift to curly q whose face is paler than Casper the ghost. “Take these two,” you kick the groaning man next to you who took the bat to the head. “And leave. If I ever see you step foot in here again, you’ll be six feet under.” Curly q nods his head frantically as he reaches for knuckles first, you kneel down meeting him at his level. When his eyes meet yours, you push the tip of the pistol into his temple, “Do I make myself clear?” 

He nods his head, “Yes, yes.” 

“Good.” You stand up and keep a watchful eye as he gathers up his two friends and makes it out of your bar. T-shirt hobbles out, blood dripping down his leg and onto your floors. Curly q is holding knuckles up as he drags him out of the bar, barely conscious. Once out of the bar you slam the door behind them, locking it before you turn back to rush to your office. 

You swing open the office door, and find the blonde sitting on your office chair, jacket off, shirt pulled up just enough to expose his cut he was holding earlier. You look up to your open cabinet over your desk, it’s where you’d normally have your first aid kit but it’s open on your desk as he tries to dress his wound. 

“Hey I can help you, hang on.” You rush over to his side, removing his hand and gauze that he was holding. Your eyes widened at the wound, it was deep, like possibly needing stitches deep. It was still bleeding a bit, but nothing like earlier. 

“Don’t. It’s fine, I got it.” He pulls his hand away from your grip, applying the pressure to his wound as he looks through the first aid kit. 

You scoff at him as you pull the first aid kit away, “You’re in no condition to do this yourself, you looked like you were about to pass out a few minutes ago. Let me at least help you.” 

The blonde breathes out behind you, probably too sore and tired to fight back with you. “Are you okay?” He mumbles out behind you, slightly wincing from the pain. “I heard gunshots and yelling.” 

You turn around with some medical cleaning supplies for his wound in hand, and a crooked smile on your face. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that? I’m here aren’t I? I’m fine.”  

His blue irises find yours as he searches your face, a look of sadness spreads across his already tired expression. He leans his head back on the wall, his arms falling to his sides. “Did they do that to you?” 

You pause, reaching up to your cheek, squinting your eye at the stinging pain. “Can you hold your shirt up so I can clean your cut?” You kneel down next to his leg, ignoring his question. 

He nods his head and reaches up, long fingers grab at the fabric of his shirt exposing his stomach. From just this little peak of his body you could tell he’s been through hell. How long has he been on the run? Who’s done this to him? He’s covered in scars, new bruises and old ones. Now this wound will add to the scars. 

“I’m sorry.” He sighed, running his free hand through his hair. “I’m sorry they did that to you.” Your eyes stayed focused on his cut, carefully cleaning it with the damp gauze. “It’s fine, I’m fine. They’re gone, and I doubt they’ll come back.” 

“Wh - what do you mean?” 

You ignore his question again, the only thing on your mind is taking care of him. But not here, not in your office - it’s uncomfortable, small and you need other supplies that are at your house. “Can I take you back to my place?” You blurt out. 

He cocks an eyebrow to you, “Little fast paced, aren’t you?” He smiles. 

You smile back, shaking your head. “No, not in that way, Blondie. I’ve got more medical supplies at my place, and it’ll be more comfortable.” 

His eyes move to the floor, “It’s fine, this should be enough. I’ve already caused enough trouble for you.” 

“It’s nothing I haven’t done before, I’m fine. You’re not on the other hand, so let’s go Blondie.” You close up your first aid kid, putting it back on the shelf. 

He weakly stands up, grabbing his coat. “Name’s Vash.”

[anxiouscowboy]

A Wholesome GBU Fic Draft/Idea

"Hey, Tuco?"

"Yeah, what? Can't you see I'm trying to sleep?" Tuco turned over on his sleeping roll to face the little boy, still wide awake, looking hopefully at him from across the campfire. His eyes were bright and brown like Tuco's, and for a moment, it felt as if he was staring into the face of his younger self. This kid, ha. Eight years old, four feet tall, and endlessly curious, this kid had been following him and Blondie since they'd reunited in San Antonio. How long had it been, two weeks now? He said his name was Santiago and he came from a village nearby, that his parents were gone and that one day he was going to be a great and famous cowboy...typical kid shit as far as Tuco was concerned. Why not just hogtie the boy and leave him back in town, he'd suggested, but Blondie wouldn't hear of it. That was the strangest thing yet. Blondie, aloof, unfeeling Blondie---he had let the boy tag along, and Tuco had no earthly idea why. We'll drop him at the next town, he'd say, but they never did. So here Tuco sat, the still of a peaceful desert night spoiled once again by the same inquisitive little bastard.

"Sorry," Santiago said with a smile. "I was just wonderin'...Did you really do all the stuff they said?"

"All the stuff that who said?" Tuco glanced at Blondie, propped up against a fallen log, but he was sound asleep.

"The preacher man with the Bible who talked a lot when you were doing your trick with Blondie. He said you did all kinds of bad things and asked God to have mercy on your soul?"

"Mm."

"Well, did you?"

Any other night, Tuco would have told him to shut up and go to bed, or at the very least, go bother Blondie, but tonight he lit a cigarette and puffed thoughtfully for a moment before answering.

"There are two kinds of people in the world, my little friend." he said, "Sinners and Saints. My brother Pablo, he's a Saint. Blondie, he's a Saint sometimes too. But me? Heh. No." he blew out the smoke with a wistful smile. "I guess every angel needs a devil to keep him on his toes, huh?"

"Well," Santiago said matter-o-factly, "I guess I gotta pray for both of our souls then, 'cause I'm a sinner too."

Tuco blinked, completely taken aback, then threw back his head and roared with laughter.

"You little tramp! What the hell have you ever done to call yourself a sinner?"

"Oh, all kinds of stuff! I've tied the girls' pigtails together, put a rat in Mary's lunchbox, took candy from the jar when my teacher wasn't lookin', set my Abuela's rug on fire, 'course that was an accident..."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it---you're a real criminal like me!" Tuco chuckled.

"No I'm not!" Santiago giggled, all too excited by the idea. "I think everybody does bad stuff sometimes," he said a moment later, suddenly serious. "I don't think you're as bad as they say you are. I think you're a good man."

Tuco's stomach dropped. He took a deep breath and hoped that the kid hadn't seen the shock on his face. Eyes prickling, he managed a smile, but no words would come.

"G'night, Tuco." Santiago murmured, rolling over in his sleeping bag and holding his blanket close.

"Good night," came his hoarse reply.

Tuco stared into the fire for what seemed like an eternity, his eyebrows knit together as the little boy snored beside him. He'd been called a lot of things in his life, most of them curses, and well-deserved ones at that, but a good man? That was a new one. He shook his head and looked up into the sky. The stars twinkled brightly beside a waxing crescent moon and Tuco watched them for a moment. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, or why. A good man. Little bastard. Shaking his head, he finished his cigarette and flicked it into the fire, settled in under his blanket and drifted off to sleep.

[hypermoyashi]

Fic Rec: Never Let Me Go

Author: @whimsicmimic

Fandom: Trigun

Relationship(s): Vashwood

Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Transistor (2014), Singer Vash the Stampede, Boxer Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Mute Vash the Stampede, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, yeah we stuck wolfwood inside the punisher. hes fine., dont worry about it

Summary: An alleyway, and the aftermath of a successful performance gone wrong. "Hey, Blondie...we're not going to get away with this, are we?"

I absolutely adore the concept of this fic so much. Singer!Vash and Bodyguard!Wolfwood is already such a great concept, and Vash's anguish at Wolfwood's situation is so poigniant and well-written. Sticking Wolfwood in the Punisher is such a fun concept, and it's really interest to see Vash written mute--he normally talks quite a lot (even if he doesn't always actually say anything), but going this route was incredibly unique and a cool take on it. This is an absolutely amazing fic with a really cool concept, and I highly encourage everyone to check it out!

[read it on ao3]

[harleybarbarahandler]

Barbie definitely went to sleep in her own bed last night, and yet she woke up in a completely different one, with a green woman who called her Harley, and half of a city she’d never heard of out to get her.

Meanwhile, Harley is used to waking up in random places with no memory of how she got there. She isn’t used to teenagers and their moms trying to claim she’s someone called Barbie - it doesn’t take a PhD to know that something is wrong here.

(She does have one, though. Just so you know)

First chapter of my Harlivy/Glorbie crossover fic has been posted! Hopefully people like it 💞

[sabotsen]

🍀 dont you DARE put more angst in hashtags. Roland IS gonna get reactions out of me because anons dont die. That's the plot armor you get for wearing cool sunglasses.

I think if he heats himself enough it will keep a hooman alive. Maybe grumpy but alive and uh-uh who was it logging in every day to gather cogs to pretty up his dorm. Huh. Who was it. Us. So either he works his bread or he will forever be sitting with a [bed] or [shelf] text balloon in an empty box. Zero mood, you hear me.

On a side note Sabo hun can you please stop stabbing us for ONE MINUTE- QAQ I just found new goofy funny blondie and you be spawning angst with him bro chill massacre is a lipstick not an instruction for a way of living

I've been so drained by work I actually fully forgot what I wrote and my inital reaction was, "I would never do that to you nonny. 🥺 What are you talking about" but no I did write something in those tags lol. 🫶

May your cool shades and plot armor keep you safe eternally bc if anything happens to you, that's it. The show is over and he is left alone on the bloodied stage. You can't leave him alone like that, dear. A pierrot is no good without his companion.

Hey hey hey! He gifts you things for those dorm accessories!! 🫵 sure there might be a playful bomb in a few of them but they are still gifts! (Real talk tho his dorm sleepy line about him so unused to how soft a bed can be cripples me every time.... 😭 my guy there are so many soft, gentle things in this world you don't gotta burn yourself out for someone else's dream...)

Also lmao I'm gonna frame that. "Massacre is a lipstick not an instruction for a way of life" 😔 i didnt post any angst for him yet tho!!!! I sent it all to rezy instead lol. uvhash is such a silly little guy i love him. Who else proudly gives you a glow in the dark jaw bone? I'm shoving him in a jar and shaking him like a maraca. I hope he comes home to you nonny, I hope he bursts into your dorm room covered in blood and gore with a giant grin on his face bc he wants to show you something RIGHT NOW 🤲

I promise I'll write something cute/soft for him after I get these two angst fics out of my system. I have to hurt us both first so the soft moments are all the more enjoyable

[writerwhowritesao3]

First Lines of 10 Fics Game

rules: share the first lines of 10 of your most recent fanfics and then tag 10 people. If you have written less than 10 fics, don’t be shy and share anyways :)

Thank you for the tag, @sunwarmed-ash !!!!! Tagging: @dastardlydandelion, @mourntheantagonist, @lucdarling, @keziahrainalso, @weird-an, @ihni, @lilies-in-a-vase, @harringroveheart, @memes-saved-me, @bentnotbroken1fanfiction

Jump In The Fire

Chapter 1: “Hey look, there’s another cow.”

"Okay, what are we listening to?" Billy held up two cassettes. "Scorpions or Metallica?"

"Blondie."

"No."

"Come on," Max pleaded. "You always choose the music."

"Yeah, 'cause it's my car," Billy laughed. "When you start driving, you can choose the music. But until then..."

He took the Scorpions tape out of its case, jammed it into the player, and put the Camaro into reverse to back out of the driveway. Through the windshield, he watched Susan step out of the front door to wave goodbye.

"Have a good day, guys!" she called out, her voice muffled through the glass. He and Max waved back and then they were on their way.

Night Shift 

One-shot

That past November, after setting the tunnels on fire and exorcising a monster out of Will, Nancy had poured them a shot of vodka and toasted to saving the world and to the hope that they would never have to do it again.

Really, they should have known that things would never resolve that neatly. Maybe they did on some level.

Talk To A Green Tree

Chapter 1: November, 1980

Susan got a call from Billy's school at around one in the afternoon.

She had been married to Neil for about seven months at that point and at the start of the school year, they had updated Max and Billy's school forms to reflect their newly formed family. Updated Billy's "in case of emergency" contact to list her first, since she was more easily able to leave her job at the bank in the middle of the day than Neil was at his job at the security desk of an office building a few blocks away.

The call was from the school nurse, Thelma Stevens, who politely and professionally informed her that Billy had thrown up and was running a slight fever, and asked that Susan take him home for the rest of the day.

Is There Something I Should Know?

One-shot

Max took another swig of her Coke as Dustin illustrated his points about time travel by drawing a scattered series of lines and circles and spirals on a page in his notebook. They had gone to her house after school that day to study for a test they had in their shared history class, with the agreement that Dustin would be gone by the time her mom and stepdad got home from work. Well, really by the time Neil got home. It wasn't like Max wasn't allowed to have friends over; she was. It was just that none of her friends here had met Neil before and Max kind of wanted to delay that inevitability for as long as she could. Neil, and Neil's moods, were unpredictable. When the time came that he met any of her friends, whether they were boys or girls (and Max had been becoming more friendly with some of the girls in her class), Neil might be friendly, welcoming, and normal.

Or he might come home in a rage and start yelling at Billy for something stupid, like parking his car two inches away from where he should have. He had never hit Billy in front of non-family members. But there was no guarantee that he never would. Max really didn't want to be known as the Girl With The Crazy Stepdad.

Take It As It Comes

One-shot

Steve wasn't freaking out, okay? He wasn't freaking out. He was just very upset. Because when he pressed Billy up against the wall of Steve's bedroom as their kisses became more heated, Billy let out this short pained hiss when his back made contact with the surface behind him.

"You okay?" Steve asked.

"Yeah," Billy said. He connected their lips again, teasing Steve with the tip of his tongue. Billy kept himself upright, about an inch away from the wall.

Steve ran his palms over Billy's shoulders, lightly squeezing. Billy didn't make another sound, but his shoulder twitched, just a little, almost imperceptibly. Steve pulled away from him.

"What's wrong with your back?" Steve asked directly.

"Nothing," Billy said. "I'm fine."

Burning From The Inside

One-shot

It's not like Billy couldn't have sex.

Sure, after That Party, after That Asshole and those frantic hookups afterwards with Nate and those two randos at the park, Billy might have felt a little gun-shy. A bit skittish. So disinterested in sex that he didn't even jack off for months. He had honestly thought that there was a chance that he would never want to have sex ever again. Never want to take his clothes off and let someone touch his bare skin again, especially below the waist.

Even when he had that crush on Chris Phelps, his thoughts never ventured beyond kissing. And after Billy had kissed him that one time, it's not like he fantasized about doing anything further.

Billy had sort of resigned himself to the idea that sex would never be a part of his life ever again. And if it ever did re-enter his life, he wouldn't enjoy it. He would enjoy getting attention from other men, but sex itself would be one of those "close your eyes and think of England" type of deals.

Until he moved to Hawkins and met Steve. And then it was like the hormonal flood gates had burst.

Fire Burns Below

One-shot

"Remember, we're staying at the Rosebud Hotel," his mom said as she double checked the contents of her briefcase. "I'm leaving the phone number and address for you on the fridge."

"Got it," Steve said around a mouthful of Cheerios.

"And we're leaving right from the office tomorrow," she said. She pulled a file out of her briefcase, opened it, scanned the first three pages inside, and neatly tucked it back in. "But we'll be back by Sunday evening, so you'll only be home alone Friday night and all of Saturday, and just Sunday morning and afternoon. Okay?"

"Uh huh."

Steve's mom closed her briefcase and took a sip of her coffee, keeping her eyes on him. Steve watched his mother watching him.

"Are you going to be okay?" she finally asked.

"Yeah...?" Steve said. "It's just one weekend."

His mom was quiet for a moment, then took a seat at the table in the seat next to him. Steve braced himself for whatever his mother was going to say next.

"Honey, your dad and I noticed you've been checking the locks again," she said gently.

What Is And What Should Never Be

Chapter 1: January 1985

On January 1st, 1985, Billy Hargrove showed up at Jim's door with a bruise across his cheekbone.

At the time, Jim didn't think anything of it. Kids, especially teenage boys, got all kinds of bruises in all kinds of ways. Especially teenage boys who played sports and got into fights with their classmates.

Billy wasn't there long; he had just come to pick up his kid step-sister Max (not "Maxine") Mayfield (not "Hargrove"). He wasn't there long enough to have any sort of conversation, especially not one about a bruised cheekbone that could have been the result of anything.

So. On January 1st, 1985 Jim let Billy walk off his porch, get in his car, and drive home without any questions, because at the time, Jim didn't think that he needed to ask Billy any questions about the bruise on his face. The fact that he had seen it slipped out of his mind not even five minutes later.

Cat People (Putting Out Fire)

One-shot

Neil got a call from Susan towards the end of his shift on Friday.

He was at the front security desk of the office building he worked in. McKinley was seated next to him, rambling about his wife who didn't put out, his adult children who never called, his grandchildren who he never saw...Neil was only paying enough attention to nod and give an mmhm periodically. He had no sympathy for McKinley. The man was a career drunk who was only able to keep his job because their boss, Stan Hinton, was his wife's cousin. And there was no way that Hinton had never seen McKinley take a swig from his flask on the job; the man barely even bothered to hide it.

Neil's father, Jack, hadn't hid his alcoholism either. "I have a shit life. Can you blame me?" he would snap if anyone dared say anything to him about his drinking. He would go into a tirade about it. How his family had lost their farm during the Depression and how he and his parents and his five siblings had to make the drive from Oklahoma to California. How the entire family had gotten typhus when they were passing through Arizona and how it killed both of his parents and his two youngest sisters. He would rant about how he and his three remaining siblings (a sister, a younger brother, and his own identical twin brother) could only get the worst, most back-breaking labor jobs because no one wanted to hire Okies

On With The Show

Chapter 1: Dustin and Steve

Not even two years ago, Dustin had thought that Steve Harrington was a total douchebag.

Maybe it wasn't entirely fair. Dustin didn't know Steve back then. He had only heard things from Mike. Things like how Nancy would spend all night talking about him with Barb (may she rest in peace) on the phone and how right after Will went missing, Mike had caught Steve sneaking into Nancy's bedroom window and when he and Mike made eye contact, Steve had tried to play it off like he wasn't doing anything sketchy, like Mike was some kind of moron.

Mike thought Steve was a douchebag and so he had told his friends that Steve was a douchebag.

The thing was...Steve really wasn't. At least not to Dustin.

[reno2005]

Hey Welcome to My Blog!

[Profile pic commissioned from QiQii ]

Obviously a huge Leon fan. I want this blog to represent that but also be a nice peaceful/calm place I can come to and enjoy whenever I want to see Leon content. The following is some things I’d like people to know:

This is a side blog, so if I follow you or like posts it’ll be from my main. If i reply it will be with this blog of course but sometimes I might mistakenly reply with my main. My Main: @openworldexplorations My “whatever I like” side blog: @magikarpthegreat

Not the biggest fan(read as: at all) of 6 and most of the movies lorewise. If you like it that’s fine, I’m not here to argue or fight anyone, I just don’t personally like them so you won’t see any reference to those here. I do however like some of his looks in said things so I don’t mind some fanart/etc of those. That being said, expect mainly RE2 & RE4 99% of the time and not much of anything new either.

I love fanart and I’d love to share the cool fanart I see with others so you’ll see a lot here. This includes screenshots and all kinds of stuff.

I love gifs and I make some here and there. If a gif post is mine you’ll see “my own gifs” in the tags. My main focus when I make gifs is “do I want to see this moment on repeat?”. Other people’s much more awesome gifs will be tagged under “others gifs”.

Here is my archive if you need to find anything specific.

Click here for a random post.

I used to write fics for other things I was super into back in the day. I stopped liking said thing and haven’t written in a while so I’m very rusty but I love this blondie/sometimes brunette a lot so I’m gonna give it another go. Some things to note about my fic goals:

I want to write reader fics.

I want to write a lot of happier moments. I’ve had many rough years in my life and this guy was a big help/comfort, I’d like that to reflect in my writing. With that in mind, you won’t see much angst or sadness here at all. Basically I want to imagine happy/comforting/silly/cool moments with Leon.

My fics are always short. I just prefer writing short stories or blurbs.(I’m also a little impatient and like to get to the good stuff) my fics will be tagged under “reno2005fics”.

There will also be nsfw fics occasionally(I mean c’mon). I will tag these of course. If a fic is nsfw it will be either gender neutral or male reader.(sfw fics will usually be GN)

Finally, if you’re curious(and bothered to read this far. I’m sorry this is long lol) Reno is a song by my favorite band Red Vox and I imagine Leon would like the band a lot.

[adventuretolkienlover]

BLOOD BROTHERS (An Alchemy Bros Fic)

It's here! Woo hoo! Sorry about the delay. I hope it was worth the wait!

Summary: Hugo cuts his hand in combat with some criminals. While heading home to fix the wound, Varian suddenly recalls a story the Quirin told him about his days in the Brotherhood. And gets an idea to make their bond as brothers even stronger. (Please don't tag as Varigo! They have a platonic relationship in this AU. Thank you so much!)

Trigger Warnings: Blood (That one's kinda obvious.😂), Injury, Violence (As in Fight Scene violence)

(ATTENTION: The whole blood brothers thing has been medically shown to be a BAD IDEA! However, they didn't know this back then. Also cartoon characters can't get blood disease unless you want them to. So kids, don't try this at home!)

Foot fall echoed through the dark woods as a group of rough looking thieves chased their victim in the night. The full moon and a lantern carried by one of the thieves were the only source of light. "Come on! He went this way!" one of them shouted! A small male figure dodged the trees, trying to evade his pursuers. He looked behind himself and saw the thieves gaining on him. He hid behind a tree and pushed a branch back. Then let go to whack one of the thieves in the face! He darted away before the man could grab him and scrambled into a wall of bushes! The rest approached! "He went in there!" said the one carrying a lantern. They shoved through the bushes and into a clearing. They stood there panting, trying to catch their breath. The man they were chasing had seemingly disappeared. "Where'd that little guy go?" one of them yelled. Suddenly the clearing filled with an eerie purple fog!

"What the devil?!" shouted one of the men! Suddenly, clearing exploded with light and smoke! The men fell backwards in surprise! The lantern smashed on the ground and the only thing visible was a looming figure that rose from the smoke! He was silhouetted in the moonlight. A terrifying mask with glowing eyes covered his face! "LEAVE OR DIE SCOUNDRELS!" he shouted!

The thieves screamed and they scrambled to their feet. Quickly they turned tail! The mysterious man threw two purple orbs in their direction! Two of them were immediately caught in a gooey purple substance. "Quick! Let's get out of here!" said another thief! The remaining thieves quickly ran away.

"Wow!" said the mysterious man. "That actually WAAA-" The man tripped. He stood up and lifted the mask off his face. It was Varian! "Hey, it's just you!" shouted one of the trapped thieves angrily! "When I get out of here-"

"Yeah, but your not." said Varian cockily. "Only I have the compound to dissolve that goo. And I'm not going to be doing that!" Suddenly the nearby sound of clashing blades and a struggle caught his attention. "Hugo!" exclaimed Varian is fright! "He's in trouble!"

One of the thieves chuckled. "Sounds like the boss is giving him a hard time!" he laughed. "Oh no!" thought Varian. "I have to help him!" Varian charged in the direction of the fight.

"You gonna get killed kid! Not that I care." The two thieves laughed at the cruel joke. Suddenly the sound of an owl hooting filled the air. The two screamed and hugged each other in fright.

"How long do you think he's gonna leave us here?!"

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Hugo meanwhile was locked in combat with the thieves' leader! "I got you now Blondie!" the man yelled as he locked blades with Hugo again! "Not a chance!" yelled back Hugo as he dodged another attack! Suddenly the thief struck Hugo's sword and sent it flying. It lodged itself into a tree branch above them. "Now I got you." he taunted. Hugo grinned at him smugly and quickly scaled up the tree and grabbed his blade. The thief waited patiently under the tree for him.

"Come on out Hugo! I don't got all day!"

"SURPRISE!" yelled Hugo! As he swung down from the branches and sent a flying kick to his attacker's stomach! "ARRRRG!" yelled the thief as he went flying back into the bushes! And right into Varian! Hugo's eyes widened shock! "Uh oh! I made it worse!" he thought!

"Sorry Varian!" he shouted!

Varian groaned and stood up dazed. He gasped as he was met with knife blade pointed at his chest! "Well well well." chuckled the man. "If it isn't your little buddy."

"Hey!"

The thief turned a around. Hugo punched the man away from Varian! The thief stumbled back in shock!

"Stay away from my little brother!"

"Oh, you two are gonna get it now!" The thief made a swipe at Varian with the knife! Varian froze! Hugo pushed Varian out of the way! Varian fell to the ground with a thud! Suddenly Hugo let out a yelp of pain!

"Hugo!"

Varian sat quickly up expecting to see the worse! Luckily Hugo was okay, but he was lying on the ground and had a bad cut on his hand from where the knife blade caught him! The man was standing over him!

"So brave of you to protect your friend. Too bad it will be your LAST time." said the man as he raised the blade.

"Leave him alone!" yelled Varian! He charged at the larger man and pushed him away from Hugo! The man tripped backwards, his back slamming into a tree trunk! Varian stumbled back in surprise of his suddenly burst of strength! In a moment of quick thinking, he threw one of his goo bombs at him, effectively gluing the man to the tree! The thief growled. "Get me out of this infernal-"

"Save your breath jerk." said Hugo as he stood up. "You'll be going to a nice safe jail cell when we come back with the guards. And probably the rest of your friends as well." The thief snarled, but he knew when he was beat. "Nice job little bro." said Hugo and he ruffled Varians hair. Varian laughed and pushed his hand away. "Thanks." he replied. "How your hand?" he said worriedly while looking at the bleeding injury on Hugo's palm.

Hugo looked at it and winced. He noticed Varian looking him with his wide anxious eyes. Hugo tried to put on a calm demeanor. "Eh, it fine. I've had worse, right?" Hugo wrapped his scarf around the cut and patted Varian on the back with his good hand. "Let's go home, huh?"

Varian smiled, but he was still worried. "Yeah, Dad will want to hear about this."

"Hey! What about me?!" the thief complained.

"You will be staying there until we can get the royal guard to come get you and your pals. Don't worry, we shan't be long." mocked Hugo. "Asta la Vista!" he said. And with a graceful turn around, a flourishing wave of his hand, and a smug grin on his face, him and Varian began walking away into the woods! Hugo and Varian could hear the disgruntled thief yelling all sorts of curses after them as they walked off. The two boys snickered at their cleverness.

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As Varian and Hugo walked in the path that led home, they could see the lights of the farm shining in the distance. By now, they had quieted down a bit and we're enjoying the walk home. Varian was still worried about Hugo's hand. He didn't want it to get infected. "Are you sure your hand is okay?" he questioned. "I'm fine Var. Really!" said Hugo with a smile. Varian wasn't completely convinced, but Hugo seemed fine. So he let himself relax a bit.

"Thanks for saving me from that guy bro." said Varian. "I should thank you!" replied Hugo. "He would've taken me out if you hadn't body checked him like that! How you had enough weight to throw that guy, I'll never know!"

Varian laughed. "I don't know what came over me."

"I'm just happy it did." said Hugo as he put his arm around the smaller boy's shoulders. Varian looked up at Hugo and smiled. He was best friend he could've asked for. Varian looked up at the full moon. His mind began to wander to the tales his father told him about his days in the brotherhood. Quirin and Hector had been ambushed by the enemy just like Varian and Hugo had. It was back in the days that the two knights had just begun their training. They were young men just like Varian and Hugo...

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Quirin and Hector had become good friends and weren't about to let anything bad happen to each other. They fought furiously and managed to make most their attackers retreat. But a sudden strike of a blade and one of the enemy had managed to get Quirin's weapon away from him and knocked him to the ground. But before he could do any harm to the knight, Hector got in front of him and took to blow instead. He sustained bad wounds, but with the enemy distracted, Quirin was able to get to his feet and stop him.

Later, back at the Brotherhood's base, Quirin found Hector and thanked him for his help. Upon noticing they both had a sizable cut on their hands, they made an important decision. They decide to make their bond as brothers official. They would be come blood brothers. They swore to protect and care for one another. And when one fell, the other would come running. They would share in all of life tears, blood, pain, and joy as long as they could. They shook hands, the blood on them mixing, making their bond official. From that point on, they were connected for life. A bond unbreakable and unchanging...

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Varian shook himself from his thoughts and looked over to his brother. Hugo. The friend that had been by his side though all his most dangerous adventures. The friend that he shared his tears with and connected with in sorrow. The one to take to hits when he didn't have the strength. He'd always been there. His brother and the greatest friend he'd could ever have. At that moment, Varian made a decision of his own. Varian took his dagger from his belt and took a deep breath. Hugo suddenly noticed what Varian was doing.

"Var? What are you-"

Varian shut his eyes and with a quick motion, made a small swift cut across his palm. Hugo nearly had a heartattack!

"VARIAN!"

He ran to Varian's side. "Why did you-"

"Hugo, wait." said Varian, as his reached out with his other hand to grab Hugo's shoulder in a reassuring gesture. Varian looked down at his palm and winced at the sight of the blood, but then reached out his hand to Hugo.

"Hugo? I promise to always be there for you, no matter what happens. Do you promise to always be there for me?"

"Huh? Well, yes."

"And I promise that when things seem completely and absolutely hopeless, I'll help you get through it all. Do you too?

"Yes."

"And do you promise that no matter what happens, that you'll always be my brother?"

"Of course."

"Do you swear it?"

"I swear it."

"Good! Me too! Ready?"

Hugo smiled and unwound the the scarf from his hand.

"Ready"

Varian and Hugo shook hands, their respective wounds touching, and their blood mixed. It hurt, when their wounds touched, but at the same time, it felt comforting. And empowering at the same time. Like through their pain, they had somehow become a more powerful force then ever before.

They let go and stared at each other. Varian laughed a little. Hugo soon joined him in his laughter. "Wow. That got dramatic. Didn't it Hugo?" said Varian.

"Yeah. But it felt good too. You know?" said Hugo.

Varian paused for a second. Then suddenly leaped forward and hugged Hugo. Hugo was a little shocked by the sudden affection, but enthusiastically returned the hug. Varian was practically lifted off the ground by Hugo's hug!

"I love you Hugo." said Varian.

"I love you too little brother. Always and forever."

After Hugo finally Varian down, the two boys continued their way home. The comforting light of home and family shining only a distance away. Both Varian and Hugo knew that they would never feel alone again. They were true brothers now. And no one on earth could take that away.

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The End

Notes: I hope y'all enjoyed that! It was so much fun to try writing a more emotional scenes. I hope I did good. I was worried it came out a bit cheesey. But I tried! I'm better at comedic scenes I guess. This fic is actually based on something from a movie I watched not that long ago. DreamWorks Puss in Boots is one of my favorite movies. The part were Humpty Dumpty and Puss do the blood brothers ceremony in Puss's childhood flashback inspired this fic. It's such a good movie. If you haven't seen it, I highly recommend it. So that's all for now! Have a great night/day all! And God Bless!

[killingitreservoirdogsstyle]

I know you’re busy so feel free to delete this request but I was wondering if I could get an HC of how the dogs would confess their undying love for you? Lol I specially orange, white, and blonde cuz I have a soft spot for them! ♥️🥰

Hey anon! I hope it's okay for me to write just for Orange, White, and Blonde in these headcanons due to my schedule. Is that okay? I'm really sorry if it isn't, and please let me know and I'll fix it if that's the case. But yessss, I love this idea! Man, all of you come up with such excellent fics I'd never think up on my own! I also included some songs that I thought fit these confessions perfectly, I hope that’s okay. Let's get right into it then! I only have two more reqs in my inbox left, so hopefully I can get those done soon too!

Fandom: Reservoir Dogs

Genre: Requested Headcanons and romantic relationship

Synopsis: You are at the forefront of Blonde, White, and Orange's confessions of love, which you didn't expect whatsoever!

Trigger Warnings: Age gap in Mr. White's headcanons and swearing, but nothing else!

MR. BLONDE/VIC VEGA ( The Longest Time by Billy Joel )

This is certainly going to be interesting, I'll tell you that! Most of the Dogs didn't expect Blonde to be the type to fall so head over heels for someone, what with his psychotic personality and tendency towards violence--nonetheless you, the sweetest little thing they'd ever met.

Even he was unsure of your reaction, lost in his own newfound feelings of love and admiration for you. Nothing like this had ever happened to him, crushes yes but never infatuation to this degree. To be honest, it terrifies him. You make him second guess himself, empower and frighten him with how you hold him in the palm of your hand.

He was very good at not letting it show, however. Blonde's just his usual charismatic self around you. His flirtations are subtle, enough so that you don't necessarily pick up on them straight away. He isn't obvious, that's for sure.

Eventually though, it got to the point where he couldn't keep it inside anymore. He longed to touch you, hold you in his arms, kiss you, and make you his. The desire was so overwhelming it knocked him onto his ass, literally. Vic decided shortly later that he had to tell you, even despite the risk of rejection.

The confession came when he pulled you aside for a moment on an outing with the Dogs at Pat and Lorraine's Café. You'd just finished a massive plate of steaming pancakes and you were feeling fantastic. He'd asked you to tag along outside with him for a smoke. Even if you don't, you still go along.

In the front of the café, he lights up, then gathers himself. You can tell something is off, but what you don't know. You let him ramble for a few moments, before finally asking him what was going on. And there it came, a confession of undying love for you.

" What's wrong is that I'm in fuckin' love with ya, Y/N. Absolutely heads over heels, on my ass and breathlessly in love. The problem is that you're so damn out of my league, baby. I could never have a chance with a gorgeous gal/smoking guy/hot thing like you--!"

You cut him off by tearing the cigarette out of his lips and slamming yours onto his in a passionate kiss. His baby blue eyes go wide, but he takes it all into stride and returns it. And he holds you, heart racing and knowing that nothing could tear you two apart.

MR. WHITE/LARRY DIMMICK ( I Only Want to Be With You by Dusty Springfield )

Unlike Blondie, White recognizes how he's feeling way before you or the other Dogs do. He's had enough experience in the field of romance to know when he's falling in love, so he isn't afraid or worried. Rather, he's taken aback with himself. You are considerably younger than he is both physically and mentally, and you two come from completely different backgrounds. So he's nervous over how you'd take all that in along with his confession.

He confides in the ResDogs after his realization, and they're understandably surprised too. Pink and Blonde try to discourage him by pointing out the contrasts between you two. Orange, Blue, Eddie, and Brown are supportive though, and Joe is apathetic. He takes all of their advice with a grain of salt, especially the disbelievers. At the end of the day, he knows he has to come to it on his own within himself.

It takes awhile though, I won't lie to you. Larry's feelings only grow stronger every day that passes. Whenever he closes his eyes he sees you. His brain is constantly filled by mental snapshots of you. He hears your voice in the back of his head, like a favourite song. You are his whole world now, all he wants to do is be with you, be yours, and have you as his in every way.

He's not flirty like Blonde though, at least not in the typical way you'd think. It's more of a chemistry thing, a projection of good vibes from him. To you, it's totally alluring and irresistible, and you want nothing more to be around him. You two zero in on each other, the whole world drowned out as you talk.

It's in one of these moments that he confesses, suddenly and stupidly he feels. White was just so engaged in the conversation and the love he was feeling for you that it all came out. The Dogs stop everything they were doing, staring on at you two in that moment. You're so lost in what's happening that you don't even notice. But what you do know is that your feelings are being expressed through him right then and there.

" You mean everything to me, Y/N, and I love you so much. I only want to be with you, kiddo. I can't even express what you do to me, you've just changed me forever..."

It seems like hours that pass when the silence hits you both, but in actuality it was only minutes. You feel your world caving in beneath you in a good way, being sent into a spiral of realization and returned love. You only leaned into his chest, letting him hold you to his heart in response. From that point forward, you two were together.

MR. ORANGE/FREDDY NEWANDYKE ( Can't Take My Eyes Off of You by Frankie Valli and The Four Seasons )

Okay, Freddy is going to be the wild card in these headcanons. Unlike Blonde and White, you'll know straight away that this sweet boy has fallen for you. He doesn't really know how to hide his feelings towards you, only how to reign them into a point that wouldn't make you overtly uncomfortable or push you away. He loves you but he isn't going to pressure you into anything you don't want to do, that isn't his intention whatsoever.

He fell for you the minute he met you, there’s no glossing over that fact. You were just so charming, bright, good looking, and positive, it would have been contrary if a schoolboy crush hadn’t been sparked within him because of you. He’s had MANY crushes before, but there was something about you that was different than those previous times. Just that little edge, that little sparkle that separated you in your own class. Over time, that crush morphed into full blown love, despite how short that development was. He found himself constantly thinking of you, wanting to be with you and a better person when he was around you.

The Dogs could tell right away too, they knew that there was going to be attraction the minute Orange and you became friends. Sometimes they tease him over it when you’re absent, poking fun at him for being a lovesick puppy, laughing that he’s being such a suck towards you. And goddamn is that true, Freddy is so clingy and attentive to you. You both are joined at the hip, having a great time wherever you go. Personally, you were flattered by his kindness and cute devotion to you. You too felt love blossoming inside you for Freddy, though it was more gradual in your case.

For awhile, you two remain good friends and nothing more. Soon enough, Freddy and you are two peas in a pod, closer than you even realized. You knew each other’s favourite things, fears, insecurities, weird habits, what made you laugh or cry or annoyed, and above all, you both knew deep down that you loved each other. It was the circumstances and your own personal convictions and reservations that prevented you from getting together immediately. This cycle goes on for a long time, months and months until Orange can’t take it anymore. He can’t imagine life without you, and the lines in your relationship were dangerously beginning to blur from platonic to romantic for the two of you. It was all moving so fast, the feelings big like an untameable beast rearing it’s head in your guts.

The day that he confessed to you, Freddy wasn’t in a good place. He’d had a trying, hard, and drawn out day, and he didn’t know how to handle it. He broke down on your doorstep, falling into your arms and bursting into quiet sobs. It was heartbreaking to see him so frayed, so you brought him in not knowing what else to do. After you got him settled on the couch and drinking hot cocoa, you wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug. You weren’t fully sure, but you figured that everything was just too hard for him to take anymore—especially his deeply rooted love for you. You asked him if that was the case to which he gave up and admitted it.

“ I’m so done with pretending I don’t love you, Y/N. I don’t want to be friends anymore, I don’t want to be buddies, I don’t even want to be friends with benefits. I just want you to feel what I feel. And what I feel is commitment, respect, and pure love for you. I want you to love me. Please… don’t turn away from me anymore…”

And you don’t. Slowly, you two let yourselves shuffle closer, finding each other’s lips and rubbing noses together. Then in a sudden moment, you were kissing. A lot of things made sense in that moment, things you hadn’t figured out the answer to or even known you needed clarity for. It all came to you in a flash, like it was right under your nose. Freddy loved you and you loved him. That was all you truly understood for certain, and you weren’t going to let yourself forget it.

I hope that these were all okay, and again, please let me know if they weren’t what you had in mind and I will gladly fix them up to be satisfactory! Thank you again anon for your req, it was so much fun to do! And thanks to everyone for all your patience with this little blog, I wouldn’t be where I am today without you all, sappy as that may sound. So thank you so much! Love and safe hugs to all of you, and I’m keeping you in my thoughts! Stay tuned for more updates, slow as they may fucking be. Ciao!