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adorethedistance · 4 years ago

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City Slicker, Cowboyfriend - Owen Joyner x Reader

JATP masterlist

Warnings: Swearing, nerves, mentions of covid.

Words: 2163

Summary: You’re starting to have doubts about moving all the way to Norman until a shopping trip to Ikea turns into the meet-cute you’ve been waiting for.

A/n: This isn’t a request or one of my Valentines day fics, this is just something that I have had stuck in my head ever since Owen posted this on IG and bc I’m facing total writers block with my other pieces I cranked this one out in a few hours to get the ball rolling again. Hopefully. Enjoy this totally unproofed, fluffy madness!! (Because who doesn’t need more Owen content in their life?)

There are perks to moving and one of them is undoubtedly: shopping. For furniture, home decor, kitchen utensils, whatever! Granted, shopping alone can be tedious and, for some, like pulling teeth, thus, I’ve enlisted the help of my best friends Leila and Chelsea. I didn’t even have to bribe them to come because everyone loves getting lost in Ikea. It’s one of the best things about the human experience.

“It’s been so long since I’ve been in an Ikea,” Leila says to no one in particular as we walk through the onslaught of staged bedrooms.

“What?! Are you telling me you don’t get meatballs and lawn chairs on a weekly basis?” My exaggeration makes Leila laugh as she steps into one of the display kitchens. Looking between me and Chelsea she asks,

“What would you do if I turned the handle then a jet of water sprayed out?”

“Die, I guess.”

The three of us continue through the faux house displays and past the mattresses despite Leila’s urge to jump on every single one. As we walk through the section of different lighting features, I sigh with a frown as I think about college. I changed my bachelor’s to an associate’s so I could graduate in two years. Chelsea’s parents moved out here at the end of our senior year in high school, and she moved with them to study in Norman. Leila in turn went to Arizona for an athletic physical therapy gig, leaving me to face college alone in L.A.. In the two years the three of us were apart, we missed each other more and more, and after determining which of the three states we lived in was cheapest, we packed up and headed East. Covid kind of delayed our plans. But after a few months, I picked Leila up from Arizona and together we chased open job opportunities into Norman, Oklahoma. The three of us found an apartment space to live in together and thus, we ended up in Ikea on this fine Sunday afternoon.

Snapping back into reality I see Leila standing directly under a light that’s hanging very low from the ceiling. Once standing directly underneath it, she pulls down her mask and opens her mouth, rising to her toes to eat the fixture.

“Leila, don’t you dare fellate that light bulb! You’re gonna get us kicked out.”

I swear I’m practically their mom when it comes to behaving in public. Figuring they can’t hurt themselves in the college dorm section, I lead them quickly through it and into the giant furniture warehouse section. On the far wall, I see a large poster of a couple smiling brightly behind Chelsea, but I don’t bother to read the text. Leila and I spot the poster at the same time, and the imagery jogs her memory.

“Chelsea, how’s Hunter? Haven’t heard from him slash about him in like a week,” she asks about Chelsea’s boyfriend of a year.

“Oh, yeah, he tore a ligament in his wrist.”

“What?!”

“Yeah, I guess he moved it wrong or something and put too much stress on the area that it just tore. He was moving hay bales into the horse stables.”

“As opposed to the chicken stables,” Leila judges under her breath, which makes me snicker as a result.

“I still can’t believe you’re dating a literal cowboy,” I interject, “Like, I know we’re in Oklahoma, and he’s from Tennessee, but we saw Texas on the way out here and that’s cowboy country. Norman seems more...” I trail off in search of delicate phrasing.

“Just barely marry your cousin territory, but still downing chewing tobacco whilst driving a lifted truck?” Leila hits the nail squarely on the head.

“Yeah, that sounds about right-” Before I can continue giving my thoughts on Norman, I cut myself off at the sound of laughter behind me.

“Sorry. We weren’t trying to eavesdrop, that was just really funny.” When I turn around, I see a guy roughly our age dressed in all black with bleach-blonde hair, speaking through light, broken laughter.

“No worries,” I dismiss the apology as we pass by one another, and out from the dressers section. The three of us continue into the different sections, and come to a stop once I see we’re exactly where we need to be: dining room shit!

“Cowboy boyfriends aside- oh my gosh: cowboy boyfriends. Cowboyfriends,” I say getting lost in my new terminology. Both of my friends share a mix of laughter and gasps and my ingeniousness. “Anyway. Cowboyfriends aside, how is Avery?” I ask Leila who begins blushing madly.

“She’s really good. We were just making plans for our three year anniversary, which reminds me to tell y’all I’m flying back to Phoenix to surprise her.”

“Awwww,” I nearly tear up and the sweet image of Leila and her girlfriend reuniting, “Y’all are so cute. Both of you and your partners. You know, being the only single friend in this group has made life suck a lot. Y’all are so happy and in love and not dead inside. Honestly? Get fucked both of you.” Despite my harsh words, the three of us break into a lighthearted conglomerate of laughter.

“We’ll find you someone… eventually.” Leila pretends she also can’t hear the last part of her sentence despite being the one saying it.

“I know, but I don’t think it’s in the cards for me to find love in Norman. I don’t need a cowboyfriend, and we’re not gonna find a true city slicker here either.”

When I finish my statement, I see our blonde friend seems to have followed us. I observe he comes to a stop in front of another guy in a flannel with a shopping cart. The way they jump into conversation with one another parallels the animated body language Leila, Chelsey, and I share. I continue to watch their exchange as Chelsea speaks up.

“Maybe you need someone right down the middle.”

“Yeah, like a guy who drives a truck but uses it to transport Ikea furniture instead of a whole ass tree that he’ll carve into a chair.” A small laugh escapes my lips, at both Leila’s statement, and the scene ahead of Blondie pretending to strangle his friend over something. I’m snapped out of my nosy yet endeared stare as a third guy appears. He’s a sandy blonde with billowing locks tucked under a trucker hat. And he came from behind me and my two friends to place something in their cart which keeps his back toward me. When he turns back around, my mind goes blank. Any thoughts of shopping for dining room chairs has left my mind. He is wearing a face mask, but he has such nice eyes that he could have a giraffe snout under the mask for all I care. I see him look up from the shelves, directly into my eyes. We stay locked for a moment before he breaks away and turns to his friends. I slowly turn to my friends too who are both giving me the exact same look of excitement and conspiracy.

“He’s really cute,” I sigh out with a laugh, swooning much louder than I’d have preferred.

“He has a face mask on,” Leila points out, her expression dropping from excited to cynical.

“Still! I can just tell.”

“Girl, what are you doing? Talk to him!” Chelsea whisper-shrieks.

“Shhh, I cannot take you anywhere!”

Glancing back at the handsome stranger, we connect eyes once more and I feel my face heat furiously as I realize he was already looking at me. I’m the first to break; I consult my friends for the best course of action and as I’m turned 180 to face them, Chelsea starts pretending to hyperventilate excitedly. Leila looks over my shoulder for me, discreetly surveying the other trio in the dining chairs aisle.

“Don’t look now, but he’s talking to his friends and looking between them and you.” I can hear in her voice she’s trying her best not to smile despite wearing a face mask.

“Should I give him my number?”

“Yes!”

“What are you waiting for?”

“I’m nervous! What if he’s gay?”

“Will you just get over there? I promise you a gay man would not be wearing what he’s wearing right now. Maybe a lesbian,” Leila adds for good measure.

“You guys are freaking me out, I need you to leave so I know you’re not judging my flirting.” I shoo my best friends out of the aisle as inconspicuous as possible. Kinda wish blondie would’ve done the same because when I turn back around, the other trio hasn’t moved and the only one looking at me is the one in all black. He quickly averts his eyes though and I take one last deep breath before walking over to the stranger. I tilt my chin up ever so slightly to fake a sense of confidence that I unmistakably don’t have right now.

“Hey.” Really, Y/n? Hey??

“Hey,” he greets back breathily. Why is he nervous? I’m the one who gets to be nervous! Man, he’s really cute. I can’t fuck this one up. I’m not doing so stellar right now. Perhaps you should say something else, dipshit?

“Uhm,” I should’ve scripted this. “I just wanted to say that-” You’ve got this. Don’t be a bummer. “I-uh, I think you’re really cute and I was wondering if I could give you my number?” My speech is slow, each word deliberate in spite of the fact that I feel like I’m having an out of body experience right now. I’m not the one in control of the words that are coming out of my mouth.

Upon realizing why I walked over, blondie’s friends take the question as a sign to leave and less than inconspicuously back away from the two of us. Trucker hat spares them one last glance over his left shoulder and judging by the look flannel gives him, they were definitely talking about me in their team huddle.

“Uh, yeah. I was gonna ask for your instagram- if you have one, that is.”

“I’m cool with both.” The two of us reach for our phones and unlock them with anxious hands. I move to hand him my phone with instagram open, and he trades me for his which has a new contact open. I type my name and put my favorite heart emoji next to it after triple checking the number is correct. Wow, you’re just so ballsy today, Y/n!!!!! I give him back the phone, scanning the instagram account he’s just opened and followed for me. I hear him exhale a little harder as a small laugh and can only imagine it’s from the stupid heart emoji.

“Owen,” I say in a hushed, endeared voice, fully not intending to say it out loud. “You have a million followers?! Oh, you’re an actor. OH… You’re an actor.” I really don’t need to be speaking my entire thought process right now in the middle of this Ikea. Exhaling a small laugh of my own, I see we already have a small bunch of mutuals, one of which is… Chelsea??? Looking up from my phone I turn around to see Chelsea and Leila watching the interaction from around the corner of one of the industrial shelves.

In the flurry of scattered likes, I see him find my account and follow me back. I accept the request, nervous of what he thinks of me without a face mask on. What do I think of him without a face mask on? Going back to his account, seeing his entire face is even better than just his eyes. I was right, Leila: he is cute.

“You’re really pretty,” I hear him almost sigh as he combs through the grid of my account. The comment makes my heart beat all the much faster and I finally look upward to get a glimpse of Owen in the flesh. Still as beautiful as the last time I checked!

Sparing a quick glance over my shoulder, he looks back down at me and laughs,

“I think your friends got tired of waiting.”

“I think yours did, too.” The other members of our trios come back into the aisle we had kicked them from more or less two minutes ago. We connect eyes once more and stare longingly, wordlessly at one another, so lost in each other’s beauty our friends have to break up the staring contest of infatuation.

“Y/n?” I hear Leila behind me.

“Uh, well, I have to get back to chair shopping, but- text me later?”

“For sure.”

“For sure,” I mimic his voice.

“Guess I’ll see you later. Y/n.”

“Yeah.” And with that, we’re pulled apart by our respective best friends, through the vast expanse of the Norman Ikea.

“What was that?” Chelsea asks, excitedly linking arms with me.

“I don’t know I- Wait, you have some explaining to do!”

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mehphoobia · 4 years ago

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You are beautiful

pairing - Tom Holland (actor) x Reader (college girl)

summary - Y/n is visiting her parents for the first time to Rio, whom she doesn’t know properly because they left her with her aunt when she was young. She is insecure about meeting her parents but she finds comfort in a stranger.

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word count- 2.9k or around 3k

warnings - mentions of insecurity and self doubt, no swearing(cause its like my first post so gotta stay ‘pure’)

“Get up Y/N and Claudia…its 8 am already. We are going to be late.” a faint alarm could be heard from the kitchen, two rooms away from your room.

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Your parents had been looking forward this vacation for months. With your father working in Rio for the past 7 years and your mother being a full time nurse at a nearby hospital in Rio where your parents lived, you never got a chance to feel how it felt to be with your parents. So naturally with no one to your care, you grew up with your Aunt Cass and your cousin Claudia, around whom your entire world revolved for the past 20 years.

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Grumpy, filled with laziness up to the brim Claudia dragged herself to your bed and tortured you to get up. “Just two more minutes. I swear”, you begged as if she was listening. Then came the final blow with a splash of water on your face and then well….its self-explanatory. You both got up, finished through the verbal fight which left Aunt Cass chuckling in the kitchen.

“Aren’t you a tad bit excited to go to Rio, it’s been years since your parents last spent time with you.” Asked Claudia looking at you expression-less face in the mirror while brushing your teeth. “I don’t know Cloud, it’s just that I don’t know how I should feel about it. I am nervous and scared and tired just thinking about how awkward it can get.”

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Your parents had last seen you on your 16th birthday, when they showed up at your house. The 16th year where you are neither an adult nor a child, of all those years they could have shown up, it was that year. Your mother had gifted you a manicure set and your father had bought you a hair kit and you absolutely had no idea what to do with it. Little did they know that you were more interested in trekking and photography rather than painting your nails and dyeing your hair? Where other girls chose tight fitting dresses and expensive heels you chose the comfort of sweatshirts: pajamas or jeans and sneakers.

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“You will be fine, it’s YOU after all. If I can tolerate you enough to share my room with you then trust me, anyone can put up with you” said Claudia boasting her patience and handing a comb from her dresser. “Why don’t you curse or compliment me one at a time” you snapped annoyingly. But you were grateful for supportive arms around you which calmed you down.

After getting ready, you greeted Aunt Cass with a smile on your face and a stretched good morning as you helped yourself with some toast and orange juice. “Eat well, it’s a long flight after all” said Aunt Cass followed by a “Yes ma’am.”

“Keep your phone charged at all times. Keep calling me after every two hours and did you pack enough clothes to last you a month. I don’t want to hear your mother complaining later about it. Should I pack some extra snacks for you, you will surely not take care for meals and if you skip any your meals throughout the day, I swear you have had it then.” It never ceased to amaze you how multitasking Aunt Cass could be. She is strict, tough and a woman of her words. There was not a single day when you and Claudia had not done your college assignments or homework with Aunt Cass being at home. But at the same time she would sit with you past midnight when both of you cousins stayed awake for you midterms. Maybe that’s why you never missed your parents because you never had a void in your life, Claudia and Aunt Cass had filled it lovingly.

That being said, before you knew it all three of you were in the car and already off for the airport. The entire ride was filled with constant chattering as to how famous and beautiful Rio is and as how will not be able to walk down a street without bumping into a celebrity. However you were lost in your thoughts about living with your parents for a month, about whom you knew nothing and neither did they about you.

After reaching the Leipzig Airport, you waved them goodbye, leaving the loving and proud embrace of Aunt Cass and a cute envious look on Claudia’s face you were all set for Rio.

During the flight:

It was a 15hr flight, with the overthinking and hyperactive person you were there was no possible way you could have had a simple excited flight journey, but there is no harm in wishing one for right? Or so you thought.

When you were boarding the plane you noticed an unusual number of bodyguards outside, literally engulfing the poor person standing in middle. What annoyed you the most was the people who were cheering, because at some point of time it wasn’t cheering anymore, it was a mob attack. After boarding, what greeted you were the over excited air-hostesses which was obviously because ‘the person’ as you painfully learnt through the mob attack. But all you could care at that moment was your seat being a window seat or not, and luckily it was. After putting your hand luggage in the upper compartment (you had three suitcases and one hand luggage) you finally asked a fellow passenger dressed in black hoodie with a mask on his face and skinny jeans as to what exactly was the commotion about and to brief you about the situation. The answer surprised you- it was none other than Tom Holland.

Your mouth was literally in the O shape and eyes wide open. It was the Tom Holland. It was your favorite actor travelling in the same flight with you. That explained the mob attack. The only person that came to you upper floor was your Claudia.

Y/N: TOM HOLLAND is in the flight right now!!!!!! Tom freaking Holland.

Claudia: wwwwhhhhaaatttt!!!???????, damn I knew I should have gone with you. How could you do this to me? Why?

Y/N: I am sorry ok I didn’t know or wait maybe I did. His visit to Leipzig was mentioned in his itinary on his twitter account how could we miss that? We just got lucky man and also I was squashed in the mob attack at the airport.

Claudia: Oh! You mean you got lucky dipshit!? Please tell me you got a picture!

Y/N: no I couldn’t, I hardly knew about him being on the plane I asked someone and I have been freaking out since.

*announcement for switching off electrical devices.*

Y/N: I have to switch off my phone for a while, the flight’s gonna take off.

Claudia: okay, I knew I should have come with you. Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!text me soon..love you

Y/N: yeah you should have, I miss you. Love you too.

“Are you a fan too?” asked your neighbor. You look at him with suspicious eyes was he eying your texts? Because if he was, that’s not healthy and it creeped you out. Even though, “well yes, me and my sister.” You said and hoped the conversation will die out there. He took the answer and you could imagine a small smirk curling upon his face by the wrinkling of his eyes which was adorable. By his physique and posture he looked no older than early twenties. “What about you, are you fan?” you asked, unknowingly and regretted it immediately. “He doesn’t bugger me, so you could say so. How long have you been a fan?” ,“My aunt happened to be watching ‘The Impossible’, when we were younger and we have been crazy about him since. My sister liked him like crazy as to how cute he was but I liked his acting in the movie but ended up liking him too.”

“Very interesting..” something about him was attracting you, maybe his aura, the charming vibes, you didn’t know, but you were just attracted. But something pinned you, his accent, he had a British accent. Unknowingly, when your eyes met, your heart skipped a beat. It’s him. He was sitting right here. He realized your surprised expression and said, ”You can take a picture now” he chuckled and looking directly at you. Your brain on the other hand was still processing the vital information and the very awesome physique with veiny and beautiful hands and captivating eyes. How could you miss his eyes, those beautiful passion filled dark brown eyes.

“uh..um..h hi, I mean hello nice to meet you, I am Y/N”, ”Tom Holland” he said extending a hand not taking his eyes off of you. It amazed you really, how could he despite being an actor maintain such a down to earth personality. The way he talks, listens to you, waits for your reply and him being in the economy class instead of comfortably sitting in the first class seating arrangements. Wait!?Why was he here?. As if he read your mind and a sudden change in your expression from being flustered to confused. “Too many people, I needed to get out of there and breathe by myself for once. No cameras, no media, no stylists….jus… just plain old me. By the way, my manager is my imposter”, he said with a smirk on his face.

“Oh sure, I can understand that, it can get tiring sometimes. The attention being forced on you that you were never used to it. My parents too, in that way, been out of my life since the very year I turned 1 and suddenly they want meet me and want me to stay with them for a month in Rio. I didn’t want to but my aunt convinced me and I couldn’t say no to her. ”, ”You stayed with your aunt your entire life? Didn’t you miss your parents?” his passionate eyes suddenly changed into concern and pity, “yeah, but she means a lot to me, she was there for all my dance ceremonies, each and every one of my birthday’s , my graduation, she means the world to me so does my sister, she is like my pillar, my support , an annoying one at that.” You said smiling on you lap, and you could feel his gaze softening upon yours. ”my parents, uhh…you can never miss something you never had.” You looked at him again, but this time you could feel and see his gaze on you, watching you and never leaving your eyes.

Both you were so lost in each other that you didn’t realize when the flight had taken off and the snacks table breaking your moment. “Oh it’s been so long already since the plane took off, I didn’t realize we even missed the safety instructions”, you both chuckled at that. “Oh man!, you are really beautiful, really” he said running his hand down his locks and realizing that his tone was a bit too loud, and he meant to keep the compliment to himself. “Sorry?” you asked, despite you pretty much heard it when he said it, you wanted to hear it again.

“uhh..i m..mean your teeth are beautiful.” He realized what he said and his expression was like ‘did I really just say that?’. “I mean your smile is beautiful, Not your teeth..oh wait..I mean your teeth are beautiful too but your smi…” you couldn’t hold you laugh anymore looking at him and his cute ‘war’ with himself. “Thank you, I guess, a lot of people say that about me after I got my braces removed.”

“Oh you had braces? Since when?” “around when I was 15, like every girl wanted to look pretty and wanted boys around her ,so me and my sister had braces for the sake of it, not that I cared about me getting a boyfriend, just for fun”. He seemed to have got stuck on one word, “so you got one?”…”got what?” , “a boyfriend I mean?”. His expression changed and yet again you could feel blood rushing to your cheeks, “I always wanted a crazy guy, who could have something similar to my interests, ‘cause I am not like every other girl in the town, I am into trekking and photography and outdoor activities, not just a girl who likes shopping and who always has to be around people so, my specifications are a bit particular, so I have never had a boyfriend.”

“So, no boyfriend, right?” he asked as if that being the only part he was interested in, or who knows may be he actually was.

After a few hours, you realized you had a lot of things in common and the internet was all wrong about his interests and all. It was like meeting a complete different person, a person whom you have known for the longest time as if you have always been together. You were attracted to him and so was he to you, and you could tell that.

“So what are you doing in Germany? Did you have a shoot here?” you didn’t mind asking because he already had mentioned a lot of stuff that he was not supposed to and also his eyes lit up when he was excited to tell you about some stuff anything at all. “uh..yeah we had to film a segment in Berlin and then we decided to take a break, so I around different places and now we are heading towards the Carnival.” “oh Carnival huh? My aunt says its pretty lively. That was like the main reason why I agreed to go Rio. ”

“so don’t mind me asking, but are you going to be awkward around your parents? Like I know you are not very close to them..” he asked you sincerely concerned with his hands slightly brushing off of yours on the handle of the seat. It’s like he wanted to hold your hand because he knew the weight of his question but he felt like you would disintegerate if he did so. You could feel the same pit around your stomach filled with nervousness that you had forgotten about a for couple hours. “I don’t know, it’s complicated, I don’t know anything about them and also they might have certain expectations about me and what do I do if I do not live up to it. I know we haven’t had a very comfortable story build around us but somehow I don’t wanna disappoint them from my side because they don’t know anything about me like the birthday incident I mentioned about. But I simply don’t want to disappoint because I don’t want my mother, who was never there for me, to question my aunt, who has always been there for me” It’s like you pour the entire timeline of your life in front of Tom and you were scared if he would drift away. “I understand Y/N, but your parents were the ones who planned this trip right?” “yeah they were the ones.” “so that’s it, you know when I have too much on my plate, my manager asks me to take a break and let everything go for sometime. All my meetings and appointments are cancelled because I will ruin them anyway, so there is no point of it. Your situation is kind of similar too, you have had a lot in your life with you parents not being there and now you simply just have to take a break and forget everything for a while because that’s what your aunt wants to you to do.” His hand finally rested upon yours and none of you flinched. It’s as if it’s meant to be.

That being said, you have already arrived in Rio and a beautiful ocean greeted you with open arms and you accepted it with a fresh mind. Tom’s hand still resting over yours and his fingers brushing the upper part of your hand and you look at each other embracing each other’s warmth with your eyes. That’s when you realized that you have fallen for him, not Tom Holland but just him, just Tom.

After the plane landed he was still holding on to you, scared to let go. He was scared to let you go because he cared about you and some fact had gotten him attracted towards you and he was scared to show you his vulnerable side. On the other hand you were scared to let go because you might never see him again. As if he sensed it again, what you were thinking, “I will see you again for sure. Don’t worry.” With a tight squeeze on his hand you let go and say “thank you, I will wait for you.”

“me too.”

You didn’t see him again after departing the flight, he would steal glances out of every opportunity to see you ,lost between the flashes of cameras and cheering, till the last second. The last time you saw him was to murmur something to his manager pointing towards you and that was it, the escalator distanced him from you. But you would still wait..

Outside the gate you could see your parents waiting for you, with Tom’s words in your mind you greeted them with a smile and everything seemed normal, as if they were always with you.

Two weeks later, still no message from Tom.

Claudia bombarded you with messages, when you told her about the entire duration of the flight. You were kind of annoyed with messages cause they were literally somewhere is hundreds. So you decided to ignore her for sometime.

*Ting* some part of you wanted to check that message but the other part of you wanted to go eat pizza because you were really tired from messaging and explaining everything to Claudia over texts. But then you were like *screw it* and you checked the message and…

*unknown number*: I said you were really beautiful Y/N….

A/n- uh..first of all thank you for reading this, cause it like my first post and my first fanfiction so i was a bit skeptical about posting this but fuck it, here it is guys it took me around four hours to complete this and its worth it.

also if you wanna be tagged in this just let me know!!! *uwu face*

lemme know if you want a part 2 of this, because I will gladly include it with improvement of course, love you ppl...

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asteriismos · 4 years ago

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i found - stanley barber

warning(s) : smut, eighteen! stanley barber, a lil choking if you squint,

request :

stan b and the reader have a love-hate relationship because they used to be best friends but stan kinda stopped talking to the reader due to his dad and then they both get hired to work in the bowling alley and there is tension and stan is always checking the reader out and then boom they have hate sex while they're closing the place and after they confess their love to each other - 🐢

words : 2.7k

the bowling alley was the only place that was hiring.

you were reluctant to even apply to the job because you knew you’d have to work with someone who you didn’t really want to talk to ever again. stanley barber. he really wasn’t a bad person, the only thing that pissed you off about stan was that he ditched you a few years ago without any explanation. it not only left you alone for at least a couple months before finding more friends to occupy the stan sized void in your life, it made you loathe him for an unexplainable reason.

but what pissed you off was that you didn’t really hate him. quite the opposite really. you longed for the friendship you once had with stan, but were too prideful to really ever confront him about it.

and it’s not like you were going to try. if he really wanted to rekindle your friendship, he would’ve done it already. it was easier to hate him then to miss him anyways.

you got the job pretty easily, the last person who was working there quit after graduating high school, meaning that you could start right away. there wasn’t much on the job training, all you had to learn was how to properly clean the bowling shoes and where the stuff was supposed to go in the storage closet.

tonight was your longest shift, staying there from 5pm till closing that was at 11, which meant that you were going to be stuck working with stan for six hours, plus the added time that it took for you guys to finish cleaning up and closing up the place. you were dreading it all day today at school, and while driving there, parking and letting out a frustrated scream while sitting in your parked car. lately he’s made you want to rip out your hair. he always made you clean up the large tables per lane while he sat at the front desk doing nothing but flirting with the girls that came through all because he said he had seniority over you.

“you finally decided to show up,” stanley said to you as you walked into the building, going over to the clipboard to write in your attendance. you walked into the tiny room and shook your head, sitting down reluctantly in the seat next to him without saying a word. a woman came up to the window and asked for shoes, giving you the money while stan grabbed them from the shelves behind you. “are you just not going to talk to me? I don’t know, y/n, this shift is going to go on and on forever if we’re just silent.”

you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. “shut up stan, seriously. it’s already torture enough that I have to work with you alone for six hours, let alone have you talk the entire time.”

“feisty,” you heard him mumble under his breath, that cocky grin he had splaying across his face. “I think that those people are leaving lane six, better go clean up.” he pointed towards the family that was walking out of their lane, handing you the broom sitting in the corner.

you walked over the lane and started cleaning, doing the usual sweep for any trash left behind and wiping off the table and seats. the manager was a stickler for clean tables, since apparently he was some kind of germ freak or something. you felt eyes on you while you leaned over the table to reach all ends with your wet wipe, so you turned around and saw stan watching you and checking you out. you gave him a glare and turned back to finish, wondering why the hell he was even checking you out. it’s not like the striped shirt you had to wear did anything for your figure.

hours lulled by quicker than you thought, mostly because you spent all of your time trying to steer clear of stanley as much as possible. you even went as far as to scrape gum off from under the table so you didn’t have to sit down next to him. every time that you glanced over at him, he was already looking at you, his eyes raking over your body. you tried to ignore the hot feeling in your lower abdomen, clenching your thighs together slightly.

it was finally time to close up. you managed to shoo the remaining people out of the building and turned the open sign around so the ‘closed’ side was showing out the windows. you were this close to finishing closing up and stan wasn’t helping at all - as per usual. he was too busy belting out the verses of hotel california that he was blasting over the loudspeaker. you were used to him doing this, since he took full advantage of there being no one in there but you and him.

“hey dipshit, could you maybe help put away these bowling balls?” you yelled over at him while he pretended the end of the mop was a microphone. your eyebrows were raised and you gave him a look with so much intensity that he actually stopped singing to look at you.

stanley laughed. “could you stop being so uptight for once? seriously. it’s annoying.”

“i’m annoying?” you laughed, rolling your eyes and putting the last ball on the rack. “that’s a little hypocritical, don’t you think stan?”

“not at all. i’m not the one with the stick up my ass every time i come to work. no scratch that - all the time. you act like you’re on some high horse,” stanley said, walking over to you. he was not about three feet away from you, hands motioning as he spoke. stanley was taller than you, which he tried to use for intimidation but you weren’t having it. he didn’t scare you. if anything, the increased volume in his voice was hot and you wanted to see how much you could piss him off.

you laughed, throwing your head back. “you’re such an asshole.”

“there you go again, calling me names. you talk such a big talk, y/n, like you’re better than me. you know, there was a time where we were best friends,” stanley said to you. he was walking closer now, almost closing the gap between both of you. if it was anyone else, you would’ve backed up behind yourself to get away, but this was stan.

“i hate you,” you spat, jabbing your finger into his chest. though it sounded more like you were trying to convince yourself rather than him. so you said it again, “i hate you, i hate you, i hate-“

your words were cut off by stanley leaning down and kissing you harshly. you were so shocked by his actions that you were still for a moment, finger still pressing against his chest. that didn’t last very long though, because his hands were grabbing for your sides and pulling you closer to him. your mouth worked against his own, his pace fast and rough. his lips were soft against your chapped ones and it only edged you on more and more.

he pushed you to the table behind you, hands dragging down to your ass and squeezing it as his tongue maneuvered into your mouth. it prodded against your own and you moaned into his mouth, feeling his grin against you. it made you loathe him more, you didn’t want to show him that you were actually enjoying what he was doing. stanley barber was a good ass kisser, it really wasn’t that fair.

you grabbed him by his shirt and kept him close to you, feeling the wetness in your thighs increase. you could feel his hard on pressing against your stomach and it was your turn to smile, but it didn’t last long before he was spinning you around, hand going to your back and pushing you down towards the table you just cleaned. your cheek pressed against the cold surface, kiss swollen lips parting in another moan as he grinded against your ass.

“you know, I think I like seeing you like this better,” stanley retorted, watching as you pressed back into his front in an attempt to alleviate the building pressure in between your thighs. he just chuckled, keeping your hips steady while he leaned over and pressed wet kisses to the side of your neck.

“fuck you stanley,” you said.

“I think you’d rather me fuck you.”

you felt his teeth slightly dig into your skin and you whined, hand moving backwards to try and stop him from leaving any marks. “don’t leave any marks,” you said, trying to get your voice to sound confident in yourself but it didn’t seem to be that way, because he just shook his head and continued the motion all the way up to your ear to say, “I don’t know. I think you kinda like it.”

which you did. not that you would admit it to him.

you allowed for him to pull up your shirt off of you, leaving you in just your bra and black work jeans. his lips reattached to your neck and instead of trailing up, they trailed down along your spine, making you shiver and lean into his touch. your hands moved down to the zipper of your jeans, undoing them and sliding them down to your knees along with your panties.

his fingers splayed confidently on each side of your hips and squeezed. all the while your face stayed pressed against the table.

you heard the noise of a belt unbuckling and you waited rather impatiently for him to finish pulling himself out. things were silent behind you and you turned to look at him, his eyes raking over your backside. you gave him a small smirk, “are you going to fuck me, or what?” your eyebrow rose up and a flash of another emotion came over his face. but it was gone as quickly as it appeared, a grin replacing it.

“’course I am,” stanley said, pushing into you all at once. your head moved back down to the table, trying unsuccessfully to stifle your wonton moan. despite your attempts to stop yourself, you’re mouth opened and you continued to let out small noises while he bottomed out.

his pace wasn’t very forgiving, you could feel the affects that your words had on him as he pushed in and out relentlessly. you were trying your best to steady yourself against the table, pressing the palm of your hands onto the cold surface. surprisingly, one of his hands draped down to set on top of your own. you didn't know why, but it made your heart flutter just a little bit.

you never saw yourself in this situation when you walked into work today. that you would be bent over the table while stanley barber fucked you hard and rough, someone who you claimed you couldn't be in the same room with for over twenty minutes. you couldn’t help but think back to your childhood when you had developed that small tiny crush on him while you went for walks together in the summer, and how hurt you had been when the friendship ceased.

funny how things change.

you could hear a low moan escape his lips from behind you, which urged you closer and closer to that peak. you snuck a glance at him and saw that his bottom lip was in between his teeth, hair falling into his face, eyes closed in pleasure and it made you blush. he looked so good like this that you felt weak in the knees. that and the noises he continued to make made your mind feel like static on a broken record player with his name on repeat.

all you could think of was stanley, stanley, stanley.

“fuck, who's making you feel this good?” stan asked from behind you, quickening his pace if that was even possible. he leaned over you and you could feel his breath against the shell of your air. his hand came to your hair, pulling you up slightly. your bare back pressed against his chest. you were almost too fucked out to speak, not comprehending what he had said until a few seconds later.

you breathed out, eyes lidded and groaning at the slight pain of your hair being pulled at. “shit - you are stan, you are,” you got out after a moment, the words falling out of your mouth like a waterfall.

stanley laughed, rutting his hips harshly into you. your back arched and his hand reached from your hair to your throat, giving it a tentative squeeze. the feeling of his large hand around your throat and his cock splitting you open had you on the brink of mania, you were euphoric in this moment with your enemy.

his hand squeezed again and you knew you were close, you were so close that you felt desperate enough to push yourself against him to meet his thrusts. “so desperate for me,” stanley commented. your toes were curling and you felt like you were going to collapse. you had worked almost over six hours and your body had been tired before you started fucking stan, now you were exhausted. you didn’t care though, the bliss was too good to give up.

his cock hits deep inside of you and that’s it, you’re cumming with a literal scream of his name that echoes throughout the entire bowling alley. if it wasn’t for stan’s hands, you would’ve collapsed onto the table and rode out your high but he didn’t allow that. instead he led you back down across the table and watched as you unraveled.

the second that you were past your orgasm, his hands reached for your sides and turned you around so you were facing him again. he helped you climb onto the table and spread your legs apart for him, wrapping them around his waist and pushing in again. you were still sensitive, but the change in angle had you reeling into his touch.

you pressed hot kisses against his neck, feeling a moan get caught in your throat while you sucked a large mark right under his jaw. your arms wrapped around his neck and your face ended up in the crook of it, hands reaching for the hair on the back of his head and getting tangled in the curls.

“stan,” you moaned out, his hand dropping down to rub against your clit. soon enough you were hitting your second orgasm of the night and it took one more thrust until he was too, right inside of you.

it took a moment for both of you guys to catch your breaths. he was stilling inside of you and you took a moment to appreciate the feeling of him filling you up just right, it felt nice. it felt close, intimate. stanley pulled out with a kiss to the top of your forehead, each of you grabbing items of clothing and putting them on. your hair was a mess, opting for you to pull it up into some kind of bun. you were going home after this anyways so it didn’t really matter.

stanley took one look at you and his heart felt like it was caught in his throat. you looked so beautiful he thought that he probably looked like a stupid kid in a candy shop. you caught him staring and just grinned, feeling a little sheepish yourself despite the position you were just in with him.

he looked into your eyes. “I don’t hate you, you know,” stanley told you, offering a small smile. “I mean, you are a bitch sometimes but I don’t hate you. not one bit.” you laughed at his attempts to explain himself, it was cute and charming. and so indescribably stanley barber. “I don’t hate you either,” you said to him, walking closer to him and kissing his cheek. the spot that you kissed was immediately replaced with a red blush on his cheeks. who knew that he would be so modest and soft with you after all these years of insulting you.

“maybe we should get dinner sometime,” he said. “you know, to catch up.”

you nodded, doing a quick wipe on the table and putting away the cleaning supplies in the storage closet.

“yeah, we should. I missed you stanley.”

“I missed you too.”

#stanley barber #stanley barber x reader #stanley barber smut #stanley barber imagine #i am not okay with this #sydney novak #dina

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icyberriies · 4 years ago

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Light in the darkness

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: You struggle with depression and Tom becomes your light (I need to become better at this)

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: Language (maybe), angst. fluff, unedited, depression, dislike of body image (I didn’t know how to put that)

A/N: This is a repost from an all account. This one’s a little depressing but it kinda captures how I’m feeling at the moment.

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It’s no secret to your friends you had been through some shit.

It’s no secret to your friends that you blame yourself.

You’d struggled with body confidence, and feeling at home, whether it be in your skin or in your house. They knew that and they did everything they could to help you feel at home. Zendaya would help you with makeup and outfits whenever you asked. Harrison would give you a home workout if you asked. This hadn’t prevented your depression, although it had helped.

Tom was a big help during your depressive episodes. He’d sit on your bed, when you didn’t want to get out of bed, and tell you about his day. He’d tell you what he did and stupid things he saw or things that had reminded him of you. He wouldn’t leave until you were laughing again and walking. He’d cancel all plans to be with you.

If only you knew that his affection ran a lot deeper than that.

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“Hey Tom.” You forced a smile, walking into the kitchen. You’d initially come down to grab a drink and hoped that no one was still up. Luck was not on your side.

“Hey Y/n.” He replied, giving you a small smile.

“Why are you up?” You asked, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.

“Couldn’t sleep.” He shrugged. “The usual. What are you up?”

“Needed a drink.” You walked towards the door, trying to escape before he called you back.

“You sure?” He spoke, causing you to stop in your tracks.

“Mhm.”

“No you’re not. What’s wrong?” He asked, tilting his head slightly.

“Nothing’s wrong.” You sighed, feeling your resolve breaking.

“Come on Y/n. You know you can tell me anything.”

“I don’t deserve to be here.” You said simply.

“What do you mean?”

You spent the next 3 hours curled up on the sofa next to Tom, telling him about anything and everything that was on your mind. He was really supportive through it all. He comforted you when a lump grew in your throat, placing a hand over yours when your eyes brimmed with tears. He was all over an amazing friend. If only he knew you wanted more than that.

After a while, your eyes began drooping and you started yawning more often. Tom let you lay down with your head on his lap and played with your hair as you continued telling him about yourself. After you’d yawned through the whole story, Tom had suggested that he tell you about him while you take a break from talking.

You’d fallen asleep with your head on his lap during one of his stories, and he’d only ran his fingers through your hair and kissed you on the forehead.

You woke up the next morning to a camera going off and hushed whispers.

“Turn your sound off, dipshit.” You heard Zendaya whisper angrily.

“I’m sorry.” Harrison whispered back.

You opened one eye to see them by the door frame, holding their phones up.

“What are you doing?” You grumbled, lighting your head up slightly in order to see them properly.

“Just taking some souvenirs.” Zendaya teased, walking out of the room with Harrison on her tail.

“What were they doing?” Tom asked, clearing his throat.

“Taking photos of us.” You replied, pushing yourself up to sit next to him.

“Right.” He sighed.

“Thank you for last night.”

“No problem. Please come to me if you feel like that again.”

“I will.” you promised. “Right. Well i’m going to take a shower.”

Tom nodded and watched you walk out, before he rolled his eyes at a smug Harrison standing where you had just left.

“Shut up.” He mumbled, throwing a couch cushion at Harrison.

From that night on you went to Tom whenever you felt yourself slipping. He’d comfort you even if you didn’t tell him what was wrong. He knew exactly what to say to have you laughing again in no time.

“He didn’t.” You laughed.

“I promise you, doll. He did.” He confirmed. “The dickhead thought he could eat three hot dogs then get on a rollercoaster. Then got off and threw up everywhere.” You covered your mouth, not believing that Harrison could be so stupid.

“Why didn’t you tell him that would happen?” You said, between gasps of laughter.

“I did. That’s the thing. The little shit wouldn’t believe me. Then he had the right to have a go at me when he threw up.” Tom threw his hands in the air and slouched into his chair.

“Oh my god.” You cried. “I’m so going to tell him that I know this now”

“You can’t.” He shouted, making you jump.

“Why not?” You whined.

“Because I said so.”

“Well, I'm not going to listen to that, am I.” You shrugged.

“Please.” He begged.

“Tell me why then.”

“He told me not to tell anyone.”

“Wow. Tom Holland is not doing something because someone told him not too.” You joked, causing Tom to mumble a ‘shut up’. “Fine. I won't tell him you told me but I’ll tell him I know.”

“M’kay.”

Tom went on to tell you more about the stupidity that Harrison used to get up too. However, you zoned out. You were watching the way he accentuated his words with his hands and how much passion he put into the storys. Then your mind began to wander. You thought about the way he helps you. The way he always knew what to say. The way he had almost become your sunshine, your light in the darkness.

You were snapped back to reality when Tom called your name.

“Y/n. Are you listening?” You shook your head, with a guilty look on your face. “I asked if you want to go to dinner with me?”

“Of course.”

“Are you free this saturday?” He asked, and you agreed. “How about I pick you up at 7?”

“That sounds great, Tom?”

“ZENDAYA! WHERE ARE YOU?” You called running through her hallways looking for her.

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT Y/N? WHY ARE YOU SHOUTING?” She yelled back.

You skidded to a halt in front of her and grabbed her hands,

“Tom asked me out.” You sighed, dreamily. “Well i think so anyway.”

“Oh my god.” She squealed. “What happened. Tell me everything.”

“Well. He was telling me about when he went places with Harrison and I zoned out. When I came back he asked me if I was listening and when I said no, he asked if I wanted to go with him. I said yes. And next thing I knew I was running through the halls trying to find you.” You chuckled. “I don’t even know if this is a date or not.”

“Do you want it to be?”

“Fuck. Of course I want it to be a date.” You sighed.

“Let’s get you date ready then.”

Saturday afternoon, you took a nap and set an alarm so you would have time to have a shower and get ready. You were ready a half hour before Tom said he was going to pick you up, which actually worked in your favour because Tom turned up at your door 20 minutes before he said he’d pick you up.

“I’m sorry I’m early, love.” He said when you’d opened the door.

“Don’t worry about it.” You replied.

“I couldn’t wait any longer so I decided to come early.” He admitted, a sheepish smile on your face.

“I said don’t worry about it.” You said, a soft smile playing on your lips. “I’m ready so it doesn’t matter.”

“Great.” He beamed. “So you want to leave now or do you want to wait?”

“We can go now if you want.”

“Sure.” He waited for you to grab your bag and shut your door before walking next to you, heading towards the elevator.

The journey there was filled with mindless chatter. Talking about anything and everything that came to mind. Once you got to the restaurant, you got ordered drinks.

“You know, I’ve never come here before.” You said, looking around at the decorations.

“Really?” Tom’s eyebrows shot up at your admission.

“Mhm.”

“Then why did you agree so quickly to come with me.”

“You’ve always spoken so highly of this place that I wanted to see what it was like.”

“Well I’m glad you chose me to go with.”

“I wouldn’t want to choose anyone else.” You bit your lip, hoping you didn’t say too much.

“What do you mean?”

“I- Er- I have a question.” You said, deciding to ask him whether or not this was a date to him.

“What’s up?” He placed a hand over your shaking one.

“Was this a date to you?” You blurted. “Like when you asked me if i wanted to come with you did you mean it as a date?”

“No.” You felt your eyes brimming with tears and you silently nodded. “Unless you want it to be, that is.”

“What?” You snapped your head back up to him.

“I like you. I asked if you wanted to come here with me, expecting you to say no. When you said yes I freaked out, Harrison had to stop me from cancelling cause I was so damn scared.” His hands shook with each word he spoke.

“I was so excited when you asked me. Then I started to panic because I thought you asked me just to be nice.”

“I- Let me ask you in a way that’s clear to us both. Will you like to finish our dinner together as a date.”

“I would love to.” With that, Tom brought the hand that was already in his up to his lips to press a light kiss to it.

Yeah, he’s your light in the darkness.

#tom holland #tom stanley holland #tom x reader #tom holland fanfiction #tom x you #tom holland x you #tom holland x reader

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scars-of-the-hart · 3 years ago

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Tempest on the Shore: Shakarian angst on the Citadel

Her legs had finally stopped trembling. Shit. Shepard tried to hold onto the last tendrils of the woozy, tingling, mind-wiping high. But it was like trying to hold water in cupped hands, it slipped away through the cracks no matter how tightly she tried to hold it, leaving emptiness behind. And the emptiness was loud. She let out a frustrated sigh and rolled over shifting to the edge of the bed, remembering exactly where she had dropped her pants and tank top. She hadn’t bothered with underwear for this in ages.

“Um...excuse me?” Demanded the salarian in the bed pressing himself up onto his elbows.

Shepard gave him a puzzled frown.

The salarian (he had a name but she’d intentionally failed to commit it to memory) imperiously raised a scaled brow at her. “What the hell was that?”

“What?”

“That noise you made.”

“What noise?”

“You sighed.”

“Oh...um did I?”

The salarian scowled at her. “Yes, you did. Look honey, I don’t know what your problem is but two hours with me will not result in the most quad-rung overstimulated krogan feeling dissatisfied so you better get that little viscous crack looked at.” He narrowed his eyes at her, and cast a disgusted look between her legs. “Because it is the problem. Not. Me.”

Shepard just stared at him. She was tempted to pay him double because she was close to laughing, which was more of a service than anything he’d done in this bed. But the spark went out as quickly as it had come.

She shook her head as she tucked a hand between her legs. Not too wet. Manageable for the walk back to the Normandy. That was the handy thing about salarians. The females created enough moisture of their own that the blokes were pretty dry in the bed. As she pulled her pants on she gave the salarain a hard look. “I appreciate that you take so much pride in your work, but you're worrying your giant head over nothing. You were great. Thanks.” He still looked pissed as hell. She vaguely tried to care, but just couldn’t. “Keep to working with people's bodies, you’ve got no natural ability with their heads.” She pulled her tank on, bound her tangled mane of red hair in a messy bun on top of her head, crossed to the door and waved her omnitool across the payment console. It registered her transfer of credits and the door clicked as it unlocked and hissed open. She gave the salarian a mocking salute as she left.

“See you in two weeks, freak.” He called after her, his voice full of venom.

She tried to ignore it. She wouldn't be back, she lied to herself as she made her way along the wards. The streets were wet from the rain that had been falling before she started her session with the salarian. The layer of moisture almost made this part of the Citadel beautiful. There was something about the extended blur of the neon lights that made them romantic, instead of just... seedy.

A human who passed her made the mistake of eyeing the motion of her breasts under her tank and she gave him a look that told him exactly what kind of retribution that attention merited. He turned instantly pale and hastily turned down a different street. She should care-about the way he had looked, or his reaction or...or anything. She pushed away that thought as she tried to push away every other, shifting her focus to the way walking made her recently stimulated vagina feel. She shifted her stride, trying to stir any lingering feelings of pleasure, to tease out a last rush of dopamine, but it wasn’t working. Between the bitchy salarian, and the oggloing tool...or maybe it was just her. Just the empty, broken, piece of shit she was. She glanced at the time on her omnitool. She had half an hour before the end of their shore leave. Fuck. She could be fast but that wasn’t going to give her enough time for a session with anything if she wanted to avoid judgmental looks from Miranda and the Cerberus goons for coming back late when she was the one who had threatened to depart without any stragglers.

You know what, fuck it. I didn’t ask to come back from the dead.

She pulled up the booking page that had become the top listing for her “frequently used” extranet sites, and started typing in her preferences. Doesn’t matter if I pay for a full session and only use a few minutes. What am I gonna do with credits when the Reapers get here? Try to pay them off? She filled out the request sheet as she walked: either gender, cunnelingus. There literally wasn’t time to fuck around with penetration. Species. The form asked. Shepard grunted impatiently, didn’t really matter, she just needed something waiting for her when she got to the back rooms of Chora’s Den. She selected turian by accident, and then physically collided with one.

Shepard rubbed her forehead where it had collided with the offending turian’s armor as pain lanced through her head. Ok, any lingering effects of the salarian generated dopamine were definitely gone now. She glowered up at the mandabled idiot she had run into, preparing a curt, ufelt apology, and fell silent as she caught sight of the glow of a blue visor.

SHIT

“Commander…” Garrus’ browplates furrowed as he stared at her in surprise. Shepherd’s mind went completely blank as she just stared at him. His crystalline eyes widened in concern and more than a little shock. A steadying hand went to her arm and his rough tipped fingers round her brow, testing gently. “Are you...I’m sorry I should have-”

Shepherd’s gut clenched and she quickly brushed away his hands. “Been watching where the fuck you were going. Yeah. Work on that.” His head cocked ever so slightly at her harsh tone, his eyes narrowing a fraction.

“I’m sorry, Shepard.” His mandibles flared in irritation. “I was endeavoring to make it back to the Normandy as you-”

“-yeah, well if you're that careless while carrying out an order you're not gonna last two minutes against the Collectors.” She snapped. His eyes narrowed further, every calculating thought clear in those eyes. Fucker. Shepard though. Her stomach clenched. She didn’t have time for this. She didn’t have the energy or the...anything, for this. “ I’ll have to put what’s left of your cold ass carapace in a box.”

And then she saw his chin set: slightly raised, head tilted ever so slightly to the right. His pissed off defensive posture. She was too tired and empty and furious and stressed and scared and-

Shepard turned on her heel and started stomping towards the nearest tram station that would lead her to the Citadel docks.

“Yeah,” Garrus called after her, “if you can still afford a box and you haven’t spent every last Cerberus credit at Chora’s.”

Ice shot down her spine. She stopped, turned slowly and stared at the turian. “Excuse me, Vakarian?”

His chin was still set. “I’m sorry, is there something inaccurate in my assessment?” He drawled.

She hadn’t ever been followed...not that she cared if she had, you just didn’t survive the shit she did and remain capable of not checking for tails and hostels and whatever. She didn’t care. She shouldn’t care. Why would she care if he knew? Especially if it was Garrus. Garrus who had gotten his whole crew killed. Garrus who’s medical chart after taking a rocket to the face had shown just what crap the turian had been pouring into his body (well...Moria wasn’t going to point fingers there..unless certain taloned fingers were already pointing at her), but that wasn’t the point why should she care? Except he shouldn’t know.

She gritted her teeth. “I would say there is as I have no idea what you are talking about.”

His eyes were cold as they narrowed. He casually lifted the hand that had, only minutes ago, brushed tenderly against her forehead, and sniffed it. His nostrils flared. “Salarian. Human sweat, yours, by the way, we’ve spared enough for me to recognize it. “

“Oh, fuck you, Vakarian.” She spat. “I probably smell like you, dipshit, after running into you. Who the fuck do you think you are throwing accuzations at your commanding officer?”

“You do smell like me.” Garrus snarled, “but it's different, and there's also a little krogan, asari and batarian-” she opened her mouth to snarl at him but he spoke over her “-not that those are from today, or you, not quite in the same way as the salarian. My guess is those scents are left over from whoever else was in the room before you.”

Rage washed through ther. “If you want to get back on my ship you’ll shut that pincushion of a mouth right now.”

Garrus’ nostrils flared, and she didn't think it had anything to do with him smelling her this time. “You asked me to come aboard!”

“Yeah,” Shepard snarled, “and I remember someone saying that he couldn’t exactly doubt my judgement.”

“That was before you were fucking everything and anything on the wards.”

It was like the world bottomed out around her. Nothing existed but his eyes and those words. She saw fear flash through them for a second, before being replaced by that same rage as before.

“And what the hell makes you think what I fuck is any of your goddamn business?”

There was some hurt in the rage. “Because I’m your friend Shepard.”

“Yeah. Friend. And crew. Neither of which has anything to do with the personal choices I make.”

“Look,” he said, “taking on the Collectors, everything with the Council, coming back from the dead I get that its a lot to deal with-”

Heat rushed through her cheeks. “And I'm dealing with it so back the hell off.”

“You’re being reckless there’s-”

Why was this happening? Why was she having this conversation? Why did it matter- she shoved the thoughts a way and glared at him. “Don’t talk to me about “being reckless” Archangel.”

It was a direct hit. Garrus blinked, a different type of pain in his expression. Shepherd’s gut twisted. It was a low blow. A fucking dirty low blow.

He looked away from her, staring out at the skycars soaring past the walkway, then gave her a long look out of the corner of his eye. “You are reckless in the field. You are tense on the ship. Its behavior I recognize. I was there recently, as you have so kindly reminded me.”

She wanted to say something. But she didn’t. She just held his gaze.

He slowly closed the difference between them, staring down at her. She refused to give ground: she didn’t move her chin an inch, and continued to glare up at him. He tilted his head so that he could meet her gaze and said slowly. “I don’t care who you fuck.” They were inches apart. “I care why you make bad calls when you know there are better ones.” She couldn’t breathe. His long slow breaths tickled her nose. “You asked for my help.” The challenge in his eyes made her blood sing. “So I’m going to call you on your bullshit, Shepard.”

He’d been the one to support her after Eden Prime. Someone who had seen through Saren’s lies on his own. The one she wanted on her side on every mission. The only one who hadn’t questioned her using Cerberus…An feelings the salarian had left in her body were gone, the vague numb bliss replaced with the electric currents those eyes sent racing through her. She was rooted to the spot and ready to rush him all at once. She wanted her hands on him, to tear, to push against that immovable impossible weight and solidness of him. That was what she wanted. She wanted something real, something strong, something constant, something she could unleash herself against without fear. Her lips parted as a breath escaped them, crashing against his like a wave.

But something broke the spell between them and Garrus pulled back. “No one on that ship is in their right mind.” He said quietly. “I have a feeling we’re all going to have to grapple with spirits that haunt us if we want a shot at taking the fight to the Collectors and coming back in one piece.” He gave her a last long slow look. “But I think you need to figure out what the hell you're actually fighting for.” And with that he turned away, walking towards the docs without so much of a backwards glance. His crest cast a long shadow on the ground in the slowly dimming lights of the Citadel promenade, and Shepard felt herself fall into darkness as it slipped away.

#shakarian #garrus #Femshep #angst #romance #interspecies sex

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thiswasinevitableid · 4 years ago

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Treasure (Indruck)

Prompt for the 9th was: Knight Terrors

Knights are generally well-prepared, the way those in charge of the kingdom's wellbeing ought to be. Prepared for monsters bursting from the woods or dropping from the sky, prepared to protect citizens from harm, prepared to guide royalty through all manner of perils.

What Duck Newton, knight of the realm of Kepler, was not prepared for was being carried off by a fucking dragon.

He didn’t even know there were dragons in this part of the world.

Worse the dragon doesn’t seem to know his haul contained an unwilling extra item, and so he’s dumped Duck into some sort of sorting room, rather than a central horde or other spot where he might be able to see the cave entrance and get out.

Beacon is somewhere in this mess, but he’s coiled and so can't talk. It figures, the one time that obnoxious sword’s even more obnoxious voice would be helpful is the time Duck remembered to silence him.

He’s never been do freaked out in his life. Fuck, he can’t even tell where the door is.

That problem is resolved and immediately replaced with a much worse one when a stone panel swings open and a large, black-scaled dragon appears.

“Huh. I was half convinced there was something wrong with my foresight, But no, there is indeed a human in my storage room. How on earth did you even get here?” He takes in Ducks clothes, the insignia on his chest, his armor. Red eyes narrow, “did you follow me, oh brave knight, hoping to slay me in my sleep?”

“No, I was in the goddamn carriage when you just lifted the whole fuckin thing up and flew off.”

“And what were you doing in a carriage meant for treasure alone?” The dragon cocks his head.

“Guardin’ it.”

“And what, exactly, were you to do to an attacker?” The dragon drops to all fours, thoroughly blocking the exit.

“Uhhhhhhh, um, to, uh, to not, fuck, to do not slayin? Fuck. Look,their directions weren’t real clear. They just told me I was headed for a royal guest.”

The glowing red eyes widen with understanding Duck does not share. “So that’s what they told you? A pity” The dragon steps closer, and Duck refuses to flinch when hot breath ruffles his hair, “I was hoping they had been truthful with mine.”

“With your what?” Duck looks down just as a black clawed hand is held out to him.

“I will explain in a moment. This is one of the colder parts of my lair, and I would rather have this discussion somewhere warm. Come.” He flattens his palm and Duck, energized by the thought of being somewhere with more escape routes or weapons, sits down in it. The dragon carries him out; it’s smaller than he assumed, maybe twenty feet at most from his head to the tip of his tail. But it’s terrifically strong, given that it picked up the carriage he was in as if it weighed no more than a sugar cube.

“What is your name?” One eye regards him with a glint of...something. It looks pleased whenever it scans over his body.

“Sir Duck Newton. It’s a nickname.”

“It is nice to meet you, Duck Newton. I am Indrid Cold.” His voice is remarkably lilting, not at all the deep rumble Duck expected.

“This is the parlor.” The dragon sets him down near an immense fireplace, embers glowing warmly nd reclines against a large pile of furs and pillows, “my room and horde is just through there. You may see it later, if you like, I am rather proud of it.

“Uh, no thanks, I’ll need to be headin back to take my licks for losin the thing I was guardin.” His hope is that if he acts as if the dragon has no reason to keep him around, it will just let him go.

“Ah yes, about that.” He taps a claw on the stone floor, “you see, this is terribly awkward. That carriage was meant for me. As were you. I knew you would be arriving soon, but not when, and I was preoccupied using my visions to watch for danger, and thus did not realize you were in it until after we returned.”

“Why do you keep sayin that I’m yours, what do you need a human for? Oh fuck, am I fuckin dinner or something?”

“Nono, nothing of the kind. In many ways you are the opposite. You see, it has long been a tradition for kingdoms along the Draco Mountain Range to send a knight to act as an assistant to each dragon. When there were more dragonborns and fewer standard dragons, there was another, ah component as well.”

“But you ain’t a dragonborn, so we don’t gotta worry about that second part?” He crosses his fingers in hope.

A sigh, “Technically I am dragonborn; long story painfully short, I was blamed for something I did not do and was cursed to remain like this for eternity. But no one outside of a few trusted friends knows that. So your kingdom assumed I could still take my more human form. Which means they chose you for the, ah, the second purpose as well as the first. You are meant to be my consort.”

It takes a moment for the words to sink in, and then Duck is standing, looking for something to put between himself and the dragon, “nope, nope, no fuckin way, this ain’t happen, this can’t be happenin.”

“Oh dear, you are frightened.” The dragon furrows his brow

“I’m fucking terrified! Who wouldn’t be?!”

Indrid starts to move towards him and then thinks better of it, “I promise, you have nothing to fear. Is it not clear that the arrangement means I will not eat or otherwise harm you?” Indrid blinks at him, seeming perplexed.

“And the part where I’m supposed to be the start of some fuckin dragon harem or some shit is supposed to calm me down?” Duck’s voice echoes off the walls.

“You did not let me finish my explanation. While that is the misconception your kingdom is under, I will under no circumstances expect you to fulfill it. Your duties here will be as if I was born this way, so you will primarily do small household tasks, assist with security, and aid me in things where having small hands is helpful.” Indrid is frustratingly calm, as if Duck is the one being ridiculous for being afraid of this whole situation and the implications of his initial explanation.

“Great, just fuckin great, so I’m your servant now.” Duck rubs his forehead, as if that might make this all stop.

“Nothing of the sort. You may do tasks, but I must do the same. We are sharing this home, so we must each participate in its maintenance. So no, you are not my servant. Although you are part of my horde.”

“I’m not a fuckin necklace or somethin you dipshit!”

“You are not an object, if that is what you fear, and I do not see you as one. I, ah, my horde is made up of that which I value or find pleasing. You can be both those things as a human. You are a treasure and I will treat you as one. I will bring you the finest silks, jewels, works of art, whatever your heart desires, for everything that is mine is now yours. Indeed, you may be that which I treasure most; just looking at you makes me happy, and I dearly wish to curl around you and keep you safe.”

Chills run along Duck’s skin, and he notices the embers have gone out, meaning the only light is the red glow of Indrid’s eyes, pinning Duck in place. Vibrations move cross the stone.

“Hold the fuck on, are you, uh, purrin from thinkin about takin care of me?”

Indrid blinks several times, shakes his head, “Yes, it seems I was. I, ah, I apologize for all I just said it, it sort of came up unbidden. I wonder if that is why they chose you, if someone knew that you would be the most appealing human I ever laid eyes on.”

Duck tries not to be flattered, tries to focus on figuring out what the fuck he’s supposed to do now, but it’s hard with the way Indrid is looking at him with affectionate curiosity.

“Look, Indrid, I don’t mean no offense, but this is all super fuckin weird and I just...I don’t fuckin understand why they sent me and not, I dunno, a princess? Ain’t that traditional?”

Indrid cocks his head, “Why would they send princesses? Most of them are trained to run the kingdom, and thus are rather important. Knights as far more expendable.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“You asked me for their reasoning. I did not say that I agree. Did no one ever suggest you might be trained for a specific role?”

He freezes, thinking back on ll the times he was encouraged to pursue knighthood for the sake of a supposed destiny. Then so much anger hits him at once he has to sit down on the cold floor, even as the dragon nudges a human sized chair his way.

“That’s why they were so fuckin determined to get me to accept my destiny. Fuck, they made it seem like I was trainin’ to do somethin great, to protect people, and all the while they knew they were just gonna ship me off without warnin! ‘Oh, sorry Duck, you don’t get to have a life of your own, we gotta train you up so you can go be a fuckin dragon toy!”

“That was rather uncalled for.”

“Well what the fuck else am I gonna call it? You talk about dressin me up, sleepin with me, you seem to think I ain’t no more than something you get to look at it.”

“I think no such thing” the narrow tip of his tail thrashes, “I am trying to be hospitable. I have not had a human visit me for more than a few hours before, forgive me for a few missteps. And I am not the one who misled you about your destiny, so kindly direct that anger elsewhere.” The last few words come out in a growl.

Duck’s so pissed he growls right back

“Fine. I’m gonna walk my ass back to Kepler and give ‘em all a piece of my mind.” He spins on his heel, only for Indrid to zip in front of him.

“No, do not do that. It is considered a literal declaration of war.”

“......are you fuckin kiddin me?”

“No. Now please move away from the door.” Indrid tries to scoot him backwards with his tail. Duck slaps the scales, causing Indrid to yelp.

“You only did that in one future.”

“I can move my own damn self. And I plan on movin it somewhere I can get some privacy.”

Indrid points down the center most tunnel, “The third door on the right is yours.”

“That feels like a trap.”

“It is a study. Equipped for humans, including a bedroom and washroom”

Well, that’s better than sleeping on top of a dragon.

He turns without another word, and as the room disappears from view he hears the slow slide of scales on stone, heading the other direction.

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Indrid reaches his bedroom and proceeds to clonk his head into the door.

There was no way around that confrontation. The moment Duck Newton asked for an explanation, there was no future where he was not upset by what Indrid told him. Indrid does not blame him at all, and he’s quite angry with whoever in Kepler misled him for so long.

None of that changes how excited he was when he was informed he’d soon be getting a human companion. He has visitors and friends of all kinds, but he’s lived alone ever since the disaster that led to his transformation. He was so looking forward to having someone to talk with, to get to know, to be gentle and kind to, something a dragon his size is not given many chances to do.

There’s a much smaller horde in the corner, full of items he thought a human might enjoy. Dragonborns still hold the custom of giving those they wish to charm (in platonic or romantic ways) finery as a show of goodwill. His eyes keep drifting back to the red cloak woven with gold and the green shirt made to accentuate muscles. Duck would no doubt look remarkable in them.

But the human wants to be alone, wants nothing to do with Indrid. If Indrid is to make him feel at home here, he must abide by that desire. He sighs, curling around his horde. The way forward may become clear after some rest.

Later that night, he sets several items of clothing,the finest he can find that are still simple, as Duck seems to prefer that style, next to a plate of fish from the nearby stream. He charred them on the hearth so they’d be warm, though this resulted in one being burnt to a crisp.

He ate that one as penance for frightening the human.

The next morning the plate is clean but the clothes are there. Indrid leaves them be until mid-morning and then replaces the plate with a bowl of blackberries and more fish. Since there are books in the study, he leaves the human tools for embroidery, in case that is a hobby he prefers.

This process repeats for the next three days, with Duck never taking anything besides the food.

On the fourth morning, Indrid leaves one of his favorite items he collected for the human; a kit with seedlings and a stone that mimics the sun, allowing one to grow the plants even in the dark of the cave.

When he comes back that afternoon, the space in front of Duck’s door is empty. This both pleases him and gives him an idea. He knocks on the door, then steps back, opting after a moment to go on all fours so as not to tower too much over the human.

“Yeah?” The drawl sounds tired more than hostile.

“I was wondering if you would like to see the gardens. You, ah, that is, I can lead you to them and then leave you be, you do not need to be around me if you do not wish to.”

The door creaks open, and Duck peers out.

“How can you garden in a cave?”

“Let me show you?”

The walk is silent and awkward, but when they arrive Duck’s entire face lights up. Indrid preens a bit, answers the question he sees coming.

“I believe when the mountains formed, something caused this area to not come together. Hence the lack of a cave roof.”

“Are all these yours?” Duck kneels down, radiant in the sunlight, examining a pumpkin plant.

“Indeed. I grow some for medicine and spell purposes, and some for food. Larger plants tend to work best for food, in that I can harvest them more easily. which is why there are many squash and melons. But, you will notice there are many unplanted patches. If you wish to garden, I can procure whatever you need.”

Duck grins, “Hell yeah. Wonder if I could get a tree or two to take. I’ll have to study the soil and the sun a bit before I know what I need.”

“Take as long as you desire. You can find your way back?”

The human turns fully to him, glances down at the dirt, “You can, uh, stay if you want. Wouldn't mind the company.”

Indrid dips his head, and settles into his favorite sunny spot, body curving around the bushes.

“Y’know, you’re a real different shape from what I expected.”

“My friend Barclay once said I looked as if I was a noodle that sprouted legs and wings.”

Duck giggles, “Yeah, that’s about right.”

Indrid flicks his wings, “I will have you know I am a very dignified noodle.”

Duck laughs harder at his prim tone, then his face turns serious, “Indrid I, uh, I wanna apologize for how I acted. I know you don’t mean no harm. It was just a lot to take in, and then realizin everyone had been lyin to me, rather than lettin me make a real choice about my destiny.”

“I understand, and I do not hold it against you. I want this to be a welcoming home for you, Duck. I have no intention of keeping you from other things you love or have trained for. And I foresee us being rather good friends and, hmm, I suppose collaborators is the right word. If you need more space, I will give it, but I would also like the chance for us to get better acquainted.”

Duck picks up a handful of earth, rubbing it between his fingers, and when he smiles this time it’s meant for Indrid, “Think I’d like that too.”

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“Damn, this is real soft.” Duck rubs the sleeve of the deep blue bathrobe.

“Oh good, it is yours.”

“You sure, it was in your pile-”

“-as I have said, my horde is yours to use.” The dragon smiles, goes back to sorting paintings. A summer storm has ruined their plans to sit by the river, Indrid fishing or sunning himself while Duck swam or went for a walk. So they’ve opted to pare down Indrid’s horde, finding things Duck wants or can use as well as things the dragon no longer likes or needs, Duck using his knowledge of Kepler to figure out where in town could benefit from a sudden influx of precious metal.

“How about this? Wait, damn, though it was suspenders.” Duck grapples with the leather and silver straps. Indrid trills a laugh, only for his cheeks to turn golden.

“That is meant to be worn over a bare torso.”

“Oh, uh, did you used to wear it?”

“Oh no, I do not like the texture, but I know some humans who wore it beneath their clothes. Orcs also wear them in the summertime. My second cousin married into an orc family.” He adds when Duck raises an eyebrow.

“While I must admit the idea of you in it as intended is...intriguing” Indrid holds out a claw, at the end of which dangles a pair of suspenders.

“Thanks, ‘Drid.” It’s a double thanks. The suspenders are nice, but Duck appreciates the dragon trying to reign in his enthusiasm for Duck’s looks. It’s not that he doesn’t like feeling attractive, but the idea of a royal dragonborn stuck in his dragon form feeling that way about his squishy, farm-born body is too much. Just...too much. But Indrid has, on Duck’s request, scaled back the comments about his attractiveness and him being Indrid’s treasure. The more he's done so, the easier it’s been for Duck to accept his attempts to fuss over him.

The dragon is true to his offer to give Duck whatever he desires; the finest oils for his baths, soft linens on the bed, any food he wants (that first week, he walked into the kitchen to find the dragon trying valiantly to make a human sized french onion soup). While he cannot breathe fire, he does all manner of spells to make Duck’s life easier, and last week he even took Duck on a low flight over the forest.

What Duck is enjoying even more are the evenings stargazing with his back against Indrid’s side, the way they trade information about their respective corners of the natural world. He enjoys not eating his meals alone.

(He’s been dressing nicer for dinner lately, wasn’t even aware he was doing it two nights ago, when Indrid arrived with jeweled dust on his wings and Duck spent several minutes trying to work out why the dragon felt he had to dress up).

There’s a wistful sigh, and he turns to find Indrid perched on a cushion (in truth, the dragon's nest is far more pillows, fabric, and cushions than it is gold or gems), holding a framed drawing in his hands.

“I do so miss drawing. To do it in this form is such a rigmarole, I have not done more than rudimentary sketch in a long time.”

“There ain’t a spell for it?” Duck climbs to where sitting puts him eye to eye with Indrid.

“None that can replicate the feeling of being so consumed by creativity, the tactile sensations and the working and reworking until you have something you are proud of.” He looks at Duck, eyes, and voice far away, “so many things I would do, were my hands not immense and clawed.”

“Bet you’re real clever with ‘em.”

The double meaning only registers when the gold blush once again blooms on Indrid’s cheeks.

“I, uh, I’m gonna run that one sack of stuff over to Aubrey and Dani. You want to wait on dinner until I get back?”

Indrid smiles, “Yes, I can wait.”

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Fall comes early this high in the mountains, and with it comes the chill. Duck wakes up shivering, and none of the blankets are enough to chase the cold from his bones. Maybe Indrid has something he can use.

He only means to be in the room an instant, but as soon as he enters warmth floods him. Indrid explained he ran warm, as all dragons do, but got cold easily. In the summer, the heat radiating from him disappeared beneath the warmth in the air. Now it’s noticeable in the cold cave. Noticeable and tempting.

He offered once to curl around Duck as he slept, which--to his goosebumped skin--sounds like a good plan.

No, he’ll just find more blankets somewhere else.

His heel knocks over something that clanks, and Indrid opens an eye.

“Duck? Is everything alright?”

“Uh, yeah, just got colder than I thought. I was, uh, was wonderin…”

Even in the near-darkness, Indird’s scales glint, and his eyes glow gently as he waits for Duck to finish.

“...I was wondering if I could, uh, take you up on that offer to sleep next to you. I’m thinkin on top might be safest. I mean, uh, if that's still alright?”

Indrid holds out his hand, helping Duck onto his back and handing him a pillow and three blankets.

“Are you comfortable?” The dragon nestles back down into his bed.

“Yeah, this is real nice. Thanks, Drid.”

“You are welcome, Duck.”

Duck has kissed before, has fucked plenty, has lain in bed next to someone. Yet the rise and fall of Indrid beneath him, the steady sound of his heart when Duck lays his head down, the soft purr that leaves him when Duck rubs his cheek on his scales, are unfamiliar in their intimacy and thus twice as captivating.

Which is why, when he awakens, their absence is instantly obvious. As is their replacement with a much smaller chest beneath his head.

“Well, I must say this is a surprise”

It’s Indrid’s voice, and when Duck sits up, startled, it’s somehow unmistakably Indrid’s face staring up at him. The ruby eyes are the same, as is the smile and the color of his horns and the scales peeking out in patches on his skin.

“My mother was only half dragonborn.” He says to the question Duck almost asks.

“Fuckin stunnin.” Duck breathes out.

Indrid reaches up, cupping Duck’s cheek with a slender, slightly scaled but very human hand.

“I fear it will not last. My foresight tells me I will revert to my dragon form in a few moments. But this is a singularly interesting development.”

“No kiddin. Guess we know there is way to get you back.”

“Agreed. Ah, before I revert, will you permit to do something?”

“Anythin.”

Indrid sits up, and places a gentle, cool kiss on Duck’s cheek.

“Oh yes” He sighs, resting their foreheads together as his body begins shimmering “just as lovely as I thought.”

And then Duck is once again atop a large dragon.

“Whelp, no we really gotta break the curse.”

“Oh?”

“Because I wanna kiss you back, properly. And soon.”

#indrid cold/duck newton #Indruck #TAZ Amnesty #dragon au #promptober

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cruciferousjex · 5 years ago

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The Attendant Five:

Make The Bad Thing Good

"Look, I don't have the temperament for...for whatever the fuck this is, " Glimmer said. She paced back and forth before the couch where Catra sat, hugging her arms around herself, still in her bloody clothes despite Hordak following her about with a folded nightgown, desperately urging her to take it.

He had reacted badly to the blood. He was still at his post outside the dining room door when Prime finally dismissed them, after a hours of grilling about Etheria and the weapon it contained. Hordak straightened on seeing the girls exhausted and covered in blood, his green eyes going wide. He took Glimmer by the shoulders and turned her, looking for the wound.

"It's okay," Glimmer said tiredly. "It's not my blood."

He glanced conceredly at Catra.

"Not hers either."

He looked back and forth between them. Something flickered in his expression. His eyes narrowed. He glanced back inside the dining room as if to hold someone accountable for this offense to his charges, but the dining room was empty. He returned to the girls, placed his hands protectively on their upper backs, and gently urged them back towards their rooms, dead eyeing any clone who passed them in the halls. As soon as they got there he retrieved fresh clothes for them, which Catra opted for, but Glimmer was too much of a nervous wreck to do anything but pace.

Catra lay on the couch, wearing the simple white nightgown Hordak had handed her, sipping tea as she watched Glimmer traverse the living room, Hordak following her with a nightgown.

"How are you so calm!?" Glimmer snapped at Catra.

"Look Sparkles, nobody just 'has' the temperament for this. Especially not you. You're a Princess, of course you don't understand anything about rulers."

"The fuck this that supposed to mean?"

"That means if you ARE the ruler you never have to learn to work a ruler."

"Oh, because you learned to work Hordak, is that it?"

"Pretty much," Catra said, drinking her tea.

Glimmer glanced at Hordak, who at this point was wide-eyed and limp eared with concern, practically begging her to take the nightgown. She turned to Catra with a look of quiet horror.

"Catra...was...was Hordak like that?"

His ear flicked slightly at the name.

"No," Catra said. "No, Hordak was...I mean he could get angry and violent, but he wasn't like...twisted." She looked at him. "He was actually kind of pathetic. All he cared about was trying to buy his way home."

"By using Etheria as payment? How is that not twisted?"

"I meant in the sense that he never forced me to eat a bowl of myself or walk around with my tit out."

Glimmer frowned. "Well that's...something. I guess." She turned to Hordak and took the nightgown. The relief on his face was palpable. "Why would you ever want to come back here?" she asked him.

Hordak quirked his head at her, not understanding the question.

"I mean...when something is all you know, it's all you know. Even if it's bad," Catra said, looking down into her teacup. "It's like you have to make the bad thing good. You have to make the bad thing good or ...or you'll die, or something."

Glimmer 's brow furrowed. "What are you talking about? There's nothing good to be made from Prime. What did he think he was going to change?"

Catra didn't reply at first. She sighed.

"Sparkles...Glimmer...your mom loved you, right?"

Glimmer seemed taken aback. "Yeah? Of course she did. Everyone's mom loves them."

Catra laughed grimly.

"What?"

"Okay first of all, no, not everyone's mom loves them. Some moms are fucked up. Some dads are fucked up. Sometimes parents have their own fucking goals and you aren't one of them. But like… that doesn't matter when you're the kid, you know?"

"I don't."

"Even if they're fucked up you still...love them. And like...you want them to love you. More than anything. More than like...breathing. Even if you don't like them, even if you HATE them, you literally feel like you'll die if they don't love you, like there's a huge…hole...in you...and you'll do anything…." Catra's voice broke. She grimaced. "You'll do anything you think you have to do. For Hordak, that was take over Etheria." She sighed. "At least I think that was what was going on with him."

Glimmer considered this.

"Is that...is that also what was going on with you?" Glimmer asked softly.

Catra's mouth made a tight line. She gazed into her tea.

"Go get changed, Sparkles. Take a bath or something." She turned to Hordak. "Attendant, draw a bath for the queen."

He leapt into action, seemingly overjoyed to be put to work.

"Catra-"

"Look how happy he is," Catra chuckled. "He's drawing the living fuck out of that bath. Go. You'll hurt his feelings."

Glimmer frowned.

"Go!" Catra said. "I can't watch you freak the fuck out anymore, okay? Go calm your royal nerves."

Glimmer gave an exasperated sigh and followed Hordak.

"Careful he doesn't make you absolutely squeal," Catra called after her.

Glimmer shuddered and made a big show of pretending to vomit. Catra laughed.

"I'm absolutely horking chunks," Glimmer said. "Prime's so gross."

"He's so fucking gross," Catra agreed.

***

While Glimmer bathed, Hordak joined Catra in the living room and carefully folded their bloodied clothes, then dumped them in what she assumed was some sort of hamper. His eyes narrowed as he did this. Mouth made an even straighter line than usual.

"You're… you're pissed off, aren't you?" Catra asked softly as he refilled her tea. "I know that look."

Hordak did not reply. He stood next to the couch with his hands clasped behind his back, servant like, at the ready.

"Sit down," Catra said.

He made to sit on the floor.

"On the couch, dipshit," Catra said. "God, we were taking over Etheria together and now you don't even know how to sit on a couch. Remember building all those cool robots? Coming up with all that...stuff? You used to really love being in your lab tinkering with things. You called it your Sanctum." She took a sip of tea. "Fucking nerd. Now look at you. All of that...all of this...for him? For that guy, Hordak? He doesn't love you, he was never gonna love you, and now you're-"

Hordak watched and listened patiently, green eyed, expressionless.

An ache rose up in her.

"Whatever, " she muttered into her teacup. "You made your bed. This was what you wanted, right?" Her breath caught in her throat. Her eyes burned. "Bet you thought winning would be different, huh? You thought Prime would hug you and spin you around? Tell you you're a good boy?"

He tilted his head. Blinked.

"I'm sorry he did this to you, " Catra said, sniffing. "You were a real piece of shit, but…."

Hordak took a napkin from the tea tray and handed it to her.

"What's this for?"

He pointed to her cheek. It was wet.

"Aw. Aw fuck," Catra said, dabbing at her cheek. "I know I'm not crying over you."

He stared at her.

"I wish you'd talk," Catra whispered.

Hordak frowned, and with much effort, said, "Good...boy."

"Yes," Catra said. "Yes, you're a good boy."

And he smiled, as though that were all he needed to hear.

***

After Glimmer's bath Catra had one, then Hordak herded them into the bedroom like a sheepdog.

"Oh is it bedtime? Is this like, enforced bedtime?" Glimmer asked. "What are you my mom?"

"I could go for some enforced bedtime, I'm exhausted," Catra said. "One bed. Thanks Prime, you sicko weirdo fuck." She frowned at it. "Though to be fair it's huge."

"Prime sized," Glimmer muttered.

"He wishes," Catra said.

"He clearly does and it scares the shit out of me," Glimmer said.

There was a knock on the door. The girls froze. Hordak's eyes narrowed with the same anger Catra had seen while he folded their bloody clothes.

"What the hell does he want now?" Catra asked. "It's the middle of the night."

Hordak went to answer the door. Catra and Glimmer remained in the bedroom listening.

"Prime requests the presence of the Queen and her Lady," said a clone.

There was silence for a long moment. Glimmer and Catra exchanged worried looks.

"Sleeping," Hordak finally said, as though it was difficult for him to find the word.

"Prime requests the presence of the Queen and her Lady," the clone repeated.

"Asleep," Hordak said. "Sleeping."

Catra peeked around the door frame. The clone tilted his head, peering at Hordak.

"Prime. Requests the presence. Of the Queen. And her Lady," the clone insisted, slowly, as though Hordak were too stupid to understand him.

Hordak lifted his chin.

"Sleepy," he said, crossing his arms. "Sleepy girls."

The clone frowned. There was a tense standoff, which ended when Hordak simply took a step back and allowed the door to slide shut between them.

Catra and Glimmer gave big sighs of relief. Hordak joined them in the bedroom, glancing back at the door as he walked.

"Thank you, Hordak," Glimmer said. "Good boy."

He smiled.

"Are you going to get in trouble for that?" Catra asked him.

"Oh no," Glimmer said. "Oh god, do you think-"

"I don't know. I mean I'm pretty sure he just disobeyed a direct order." Catra's eyes widened. "Holy shit, Hordak. How did you-"

She stopped talking when Hordak slowly raised his arms and placed his hands on top of each of their heads. He looked at them both in turn, as though trying to impart something, but what that was wasn't clear.

"Sleepy girls," he finally said. "Sleep."

And with that he left the bedroom.

When they awoke the next morning he was sat in a chair facing the door, standing guard. There had not been another clone messenger knocking in the night. Prime had chosen to leave them alone.

"Was he here guarding us like this the whole night?" Glimmer asked.

"Looks like it. Good morning, Hordak," Catra said.

He did not turn, but he did glance back. His ear gave a slight flick.

"Did you see that?" Glimmer asked. "He's starting to think that's his name."

"It is his name," Catra replied.

"Yeah," Glimmer said. "Yeah he gets to keep his name. Attendant!"

He turned and rose from the chair.

"Stay seated," she commanded. She walked over to him and paused before him with a royal gravity. He looked up at her with wide eyes, as though she truly was his queen.

She held her palm vertically before him, touching one shoulder with the side of her hand, then the other.

"I dub thee Hordak," she said. "Rise."

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Drunk

Summary: You and Thor have been friends ever since he joined the team. Although your slight (read enormous) crush on him, you never wanted to take it that far. What happens when you two get drunk, again?

Warnings: alcohol abuse (nothing crazy though), drunk Thor, smut (MUST BE 18+ TO READ THIS, warnings are put before and after the smut part, so that those of you who don’t want to or can’t read smut can read the rest of the story comfortably), swearing, fluff

Pairing: Thor x Reader

Word Count: 3385

A/N: This is the last entry from my 200 Followers Celebration, the prompt being We can’t get drunk again, you know what happened last time. (it will be highlighted in the text) Hope whoever requested it will enjoy it, just as much as all of you guys. Feedback is everything, let me know what you guys thought. Also, this got little longer than I thought, hm…

Masterlist

The compound was quiet. You were laying in your room, reading your favourite sci-fi book The Moon King (I truly highly recommend that), sipping on your mint tea. Everyone from the team was on some sort of mission, but because you got little hurt the last time around, everyone thought it would be a good idea if you stayed behind just this once.

You protested, very loudly, but it was fruitless as Steve only looked at you sternly, his expression telling you that fighting your Captain’s direct orders was a big no-no. He said you should relax, read a nice book, and just be with yourself for once. But what he didn’t understand was that you didn’t want to alone. You wanted some kind of company, even if for only a few hours a day.

Your ribs were all ok, and if there weren’t the now green bruise between your 4th and 7th rib, you’d be as good as new. You rolled your eyes just remembering all the events of last night, when two different teams were sent to two separate missions, trying to settle some unrests around the planet. You let it slip your mind, and you dived back into the book.

You were so engrossed in the book that you didn’t even hear the door to your room opening. Despite knowing what happened next, you were drinking every single word in, and you were amazed by the plot when suddenly, a hand touched your shoulder.

You shrieked so loud you thought your throat would be forever sore, and you tried to fight the unknown attacker. Because you were sitting directly under the lamp, your vision in the dark was a little hazy, to say the least. You couldn’t really see who you were fighting, but because the person didn’t say anything, you were thinking some kind of burglar.

You tried to punch him, but his reflexes were faster than you expected, so the man caught your wrist. This infuriated you. Who did he think he was that he came into the Avenger compound and fought one of the Earth’s protectors. You relaxed your muscles, to tell the man that you were done fighting, and the second his grip on your wrist loosened, you pulled it harshly from him, jumped on the armchair you were previously sitting in and jumped on the guy’s back.

You squeezed your thighs tightly so that you’d cut his airflow, enough for him to maybe pass out so you’d have time to check the damage done in the building. What you didn’t expect was the guy to have almost supernatural strength, as he grabbed your waist, and pulled your off of him easily, right to his arms. You were prepared to slap him or kick him in his chin, but before you could do anything, he spoke up.

“Is that how you greet every one of the team, sweetheart, or do I get special treatment?”

You stopped mid-slap and blinked harshly against the darkness. And there he was, clear as day. Thor fucking Odinson.

You quickly jumped from his arms and started hitting his chest and arm. “Have you lost your fucking mind, you fucking moron? I thought someone came here to kill me, you dipshit!”

Thor laughed heartily, both from the things you were saying and from the murderous look you were giving him. “And don’t you think that maybe FRIDAY would let you know that something was going on? There are very few people on this planet who can go around her, sweetheart.”

“Oh, shove the sweetheart up your ass!” You hissed at him, and finally, let yourself relax. You fell backwards on the sofa, groaned and closed your eyes. You might have been a part of the Avengers, but you weren’t too used to getting attacked in your own home. Your hands were shaking slightly, and your breathing was still shallow, but you didn’t want to seem like a coward.

“Wait, you really got scared, Y/N?” Thor looked at you, genuine concern in his voice. He saw that you were trying to keep yourself in line, but your body was still shaking. “I didn’t mean to scare you, I thought you heard me but were ignoring me on purpose.”

“I know, I just… I was so into the book that I didn’t hear, that’s all. I think I need a drink, what do you say?” You smiled up at him. You were thrilled he came, even if you weren’t too appreciative of the way he went around it. You and Thor have been close since he joined the team, you helped him adjust to Earth, and when he and Jane parted ways, you help him mend his broken heart. A lot of alcohol and fast food was the way to do it.

Somewhere during that time, you fell for him, even though you knew you shouldn’t have. He was a part of the team, and, for the love of God, he was a literal God! You were a mere human with some enhanced skills. He looked like Greek God, and you were just you. There was no way in hell; this could go any further than a silly crush.

“I mean, we totally can have a drink or two, but we can’t get drunk again, you know what happened last time,” Thor smirked at you, and you just rolled your eyes at him. Of course, you knew what happened last time, but that was a one-time thing, and you were quite positive that you now had a better grip on yourself.

It was after a particularly dangerous and exhausting mission that you two thought it would be a good idea to sit down for a few drinks. Few drinks became few bottles, and before you knew it, you were dancing in your underwear on top of Tony’s bar, Thor cheering on you from under you. You then sang a shitload of karaoke and even recorded for some weird reason. Of course, you forgot that the footage existed, and it was only when Sam found it and showed it to the whole team you remember the stupidities you two were doing.

“I mean it, just a few drinks, Thor. What are you afraid of? It was my almost naked ass that the whole team had to watch, not yours.” You winked at him and marched towards your own hidden stash.

“Soooo, is it gonna be, vodka, gin, whiskey, or rum?” You grinned widely at him, and Thor just laughed at the number of bottles you had hidden there.

“I’d go with vodka, sweetheart. But just because I know you’re not gonna feel like hist tomorrow.”

“Well, my dear Thor, you ain’t gonna be feeling like shit either because you’re a freaking God and you’d need like a full truck to actually get wasted.”

He laughed and watched you pour the drinks.

After the third drink, you were, as usual when a little tipsy, more cuddly and touchy, which Thor would never in a million years complain about. He loved how you pressed your body against his, how he could feel the warmth coming from you radiating around him. He loved these quiet nights drinking with you, especially when the two of you were alone.

“You are quiet today, what’s on your mind?” You looked up at him through your lashes and placed your warm hand on his knee. Thor could hear his heart in his eyes, threatening to run out of his body if you continued to touch him.

“Just thinking about the last time we drank together, nothing serious.” He said mysteriously.

“And what about that? I mean, we’ve established that 9 drinks were my limit and you should keep an eye on me.” You smiled at him sweetly, still not seeing the point of getting back to the events of that night.

“Do you remember everything that happened, Y/N?” You frowned a little. You had certain blind spots in your memory from that night, but you just assumed it was more dancing and singing.

“Maybe not, what are you talking about? Did I do something even more inappropriate?”

“Nah, it doesn’t matter. Let’s talk about something else.”

But now, you were intrigued. “No, I wanna know what I did or said that you’re still keen on thinking and talking about it. So tell me, Thor.”

Your hands now left his body so that you could cross your arms, and Thor felt the loss of contact almost immediately. He just wanted to take your hand and put it back on him. Anywhere.

“You told me about your crush on me…” Thor whispered and you swore your heart stopped beating. YOU WHAT NOW!! You were always so careful not to let it slip, not knowing that you already had and that he’s known for months now. The carpet was suddenly the most interesting thing on the whole damn world.

“I didn’t- I mean I- I just-“ you tried to get at least some excuse out of your mouth, but nothing seemed believable enough. Not to say that the alcohol in your system was probably not helping you at the moment. You couldn’t look him in the eyes, not now, not ever. This was the worst thing that could’ve happen to you. Your mind was racing, but then you felt a hot palm on your knee.

You reluctantly looked up, and saw Thor, beaming like a ray of sunshine. “I have a crush on you too, for the longest time, my love. But I never thought you’d be interested. But then you said all those things and danced like a fairy at the bar, and I thought that I could finally confess how I felt. But you didn’t remember anything about it the next morning. And I couldn’t bring myself to let you know I knew… I wanted you to tell me sober, and again, you know so that I could be sure you actually meant it.”

The look on your face must have been priceless. So many emotions were crossing it that you yourself couldn’t keep up with speed. You were all confused, little ashamed, totally ecstatic, and utterly dumbfounded. “Wait… so what you’re saying, is that you like me too? As like like? Or like, like like?”

“I have to idea what is the difference between the two option you’ve just given me, but I like you more than a friend. I like you the way a man likes a woman, in an intimate way.”

“Like… how intimate are we talking about?” Ok, now this was definitely the vodka talking, but you kinda had to ask? You wanted to be sure he didn’t want to continue just walking around each other.

Thor smirked, and the hand residing on your knee was suddenly much higher on your thigh. He squeezed it lightly and shifted, so there was no space between the two of you on the sofa. “I think you know very well how intimate we’re talking about. But don’t you dare to believe that I only for your body, or what it can give me. I want all of you, Y/N. Please, let me be here for you, whatever you need.

Your brain stopped working the second, he shifted his hand so you could just nod, and hope for the best. But he wasn’t satisfied with that. “I need to hear you say it, sweetheart. I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with. If you tell me to just cuddle you the whole night, I’d be more than happy to do that. But I need you to actually use your magical voice and tell me what it is that you want.”

“I want you, Thor. I’ve wanted you for so long, that even though cuddling sounds amazing, I think we can postpone that a little. I want you to make love to me, Thor.”

Warning: smut starting

And that was all it took for him to quickly stand up, pulled you up as well, and kiss you with so much fervour it almost took your breath away. He explored your mouth with his tongue, trying to conquer every part of it and dominate you in the way no man ever could, or ever will be able to. Thor planned on keeping you forever. No man could see his beautiful dove all flushed and horny, the way she was at the moment.

Your hands, even though at first tightly intertwined in his blond locks, started to wander across his body. You wanted to explore every inch and worship it. It was finally happening, and you wanted to give it all you had. You caressed his cheeks, continued down to his neck, and then even lower towards his chest, which you scratched a little through the fabric of his t-shirt. When you reached his abdomen, you could feel his muscles contracting under your touch, and couldn’t help but smirk into the passionate kiss. You had an effect on this handsome, perfect God. Your self-confidence rose with every second.

It wasn’t until you reached the now prominent bulge in his pants, that Thor pulled away from you a little, to draw in a ragged breath. When he looked back at you, his pupils were lust-blown, and his brows were furrowed a little. It was the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen. And you couldn’t wait for more.

You wanted to pull his pants down, but Thor stopped you mid-movement. “Let’s go to your bedroom, dove. I can’t make love to you on this sofa!” With that, he grabbed your ass, squeezed it just for the fun of it, and picked you up. You immediately slithered your legs around his waist and started kissing down his neck. You stopped on his pulse point, which seemed to be an especially sensitive place for him because he all but shuddered when you reached it. Bingo, you thought.

You sucked a little hickey there, just to see him sporting it for the rest of the night, knowing that it was you who did that. He reached your bedroom in no time, kicked the door closed, and threw you onto the bed. He started shedding his clothes, one item after the other. You were mesmerised by his chiselled chest and his thick thighs. You needed to feel his skin on yours.

You followed his suit, and quickly got rid of your shirt and sweatpants, so you were left in your sports bra and panties, just like Thor was only left in his boxer-briefs.

His eyes roamed your body, and even though you didn’t think it was possible, his eyes darkened even more. You were a little ashamed that you weren’t wearing some sexy lingerie like those girls in the movies, but you really didn’t plan on having sex with God when you were dressing that day. Your only relief was that you shaved the night before.

Thor, however, didn’t seem to mind your attire, as he stalked towards you and on top of you, wedging his body between your legs so that he could comfortably hold you with one arm, while the other was supporting his weight. His kissed you again, but this one was much shorter than those in the other room. He soon started trailing kisses down your jaw and neck, getting to your cleavage. You wanted to pull the bra from your body, but Thor stopped you. “Leave it on, for now.” He whispered huskily and only pulled it up from your breasts.

The rolled bra made them even perkier than they usually were, and Thor seemed to enjoy that immensely. He sucked on one and then the other, to make sure each of them was treated fairly. He didn’t even touch you where you needed him most, and you felt you were completely soaking your panties.

Thor released your left nipple from his mouth with a pop and continued his exploration. His kissed down your navel and your lower belly, before he stopped, right above the hem of your panties.

“You can still say no, sweetheart.” You just looked at him and saw that he genuinely meant what he was saying. You smiled lightly and shook your head. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for too long, Thor, please. Take me, I’m yours.”

You didn’t need to say more, as Thor ripped the panties off of your body in one movement, and let his hands pull your legs apart, revealing your already glistening and puffy pussy. Thor groaned, and if it was possible, he got harder just by looking at you. He felt like a teenager, ready to bust his nut any moment from seeing a pussy for the first time. But he wanted to give you all the pleasure in the world, so his own thoughts could wait.

He didn’t waste any time. He delved headfirst into your warmth, his tongue licking a long strip through your folds. He moaned at the taste of you, and you were a goner. Your body was writhing and shaking already, and he only just started touching you. He dived in, licking and sucking, sometimes coming up for air, and giving the much-needed attention to your clit. You could feel the familiar heat building up in your stomach, and Thor could probably tell that you were close as well, because he suddenly stopped.

You growled at him, and he kissed the inside of your thigh apologetically. “I want you to have the strongest orgasm of your life, love, and for it to be on my cock. I swear it will be worth it.”

He didn’t waste much time after that. He lined his now throbbing cock with your entrance, and looked at your face, searching for any hints of uneasiness or uncertainty. But all he found was utter devotion, and he couldn’t wait any longer.

He filled you in one go, his dick cheating itself to the hilt in your warmth. You both groaned in unison at the feeling. “You’re so tight, Y/N, God!” Thor growled to your ear, and the sound coming from his mouth made your pussy clench his dick tightly. He groaned once again.

“Don’t do that to me! If you keep doing it, I won’t last!”

“Then don’t! We’ve been waiting long enough, don’t you think?” He smirked at you devilishly and kissed you passionately. “As you wish, my queen.”

His thrust became relentless. You wanted to meet his thrusts, but all you could do was to lay there, and take all Thor had to give you. Even without changing angles or positions, you could feel the heat coming again, and this time, there was no way in hell you’d be denied.

You put your legs on Thor’s small back, pushing him deeper in you, and when you felt him twitch inside you involuntarily, the coil in you snapped.

You came with a wail of his name on your lips, your pussy clenching him like a vice. Just the sight of you made Thor’s dick twitch with excitement, so he knew he wouldn’t be able to last long once inside your velvet walls. But he honestly didn’t expect it to take mere minutes before you both came.

Thor grunted, his thrust becoming more erratic, and you could finally feel his seed painting your walls. You sighed happily. This moment was all you ever dreamt of and more. Thor rolled off of you but took you with him, so you were now tucked under his arm, while both of you tried to catch your breaths.

Warning ending

“I’m such an idiot, my love,” Thor whispered to your hair. You looked at him confused, and little scared to be honest because the darkest thought crept into your mind. “I mean, I could’ve had you all this time, but because I’m a stubborn ass of a man, I kept it all to myself. I’ll make it up to you, Y/N, I promise.”

You laughed heartily, your fears flowing away with your laughter. “We’re both idiots, Thor. Let’s just agree that we will be honest with each other from now on, ok?”

Thor nodded his head and kissed your forehead lovingly. This was precisely the place he wanted to be, and there was no way in hell he was giving this up.

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smartguyreviewed · 4 years ago

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2x4 - Dateline

Original air date: Oct 1, 1997

Anyone who was holding their breath for me to get back to this, thank you. Been going through a lot like most people right now but I had to remember this blog is a good distraction because I get to write about one of my favorite shows growing up. Anyways, enjoy. :)

Let’s talk about cock-blocking or to be more gender inclusive...actually, I can’t think of a term similar that utilizes both a male and female part. Anyhoo, let’s talk about it.

I’ve done it (unintentionally). You’ve done it. We’ve all had it done to us as well. Like the night you finally got a chance to be alone with your dipshit crush and your annoying friend tried to insert herself until she finally realized what was going on and left you two alone so you could have your first kiss ever at age 19.

TJ is an extreme cock blocker. He will break your shit up and then pout because he’s still just a kid. Normally, TJ only wants to punish Marcus by enacting this cruel tactic but in this episode, he shifts gears to the person who is both a mother and father to him: Daddy Flody.

We begin this episode at a supermarket. Tj is checking out cereals and Floyd is checking out dat ass.

TJ catches Floyd staring and in his precocious little way, starts asking him questions about women. It kind of reminds me of Frank from Milk Money. which is a horrible movie that I adore and you should watch it because despite a little kid befriending a prostitute, it’s still a decent 90s coming-of-age tale. And Alex DeLarge is in it.

After TJ makes his dad sweat further by asking what body type gets his penis erect, TJ comes to the conclusion that Floyd is lonely and could probably benefit from some female companionship.

Cut to TJ on an unrealistically chatty PC barking at TJ to fill in the boxes for Floyd. I don’t know about you, but if my computer kept talking to me, I’d throw it out of the fucking window. I am so glad websites that talk at you are obsolete. Apparently, this computer is also sentient because TJ pauses for just a moment too long when Marcus comes in and this impatient computer bitch asks for the rest of the info in a more demanding tone.

But because TJ was distracted, he inputs his own height instead of his dad’s and the computer announces that she’s transferring him to their little people’s section. Hey, they gotta find love too!

Marcus is skeptical of why TJ is trying to set Floyd up. Just then, Yvette walks in and asks who is using her eyeliner to write down phone messages, which I totally expect a straight man to do. After fessing up, Marcus asks Yvette to dissuade TJ from setting up his dad. Yvette then uses her soon-to-be psychology degree on Marcus and reasons that he might be a little salty because he doesn’t want another woman to replace his mom. But no, Marcus is a teenage boy and completely lacking depth until certain episodes call for it. Instead, he says he just wants the car on weekend evenings so he can try to bang his latest girl of the week. Of course, he could just be deflecting to avoid a heavy conversation but I’m gonna go with the former because Marcus is the horniest boy on the show.

Yvette decides to help TJ since Floyd has few dating options. Her plan is to beef up his personal ad by making him younger and a fan of soul food and Maya Angelou. Marcus is still not with the shits and says that nobody wants to date an “old guy with three kids.” Completely forgetting about the fact that his dad is an attractive man, this happens instead:

TJ and the gang are now making final cuts on the 130 prospects Floyd had. I mean, that’s great and all but I’m sure at least half of those women were catfishes. Then again, in the 90s, maybe there was more legitimacy since there wasn’t enough technology to hide behind? I dunno. But Floyd definitely has some options.

While deliberating who will receive the clock from Floyd, Marcus makes what would be considered a transphobic comment questing if some of them really are women and how he doesn’t want Floyd to end up like Eddie Murphy. Mo, on the other hand is questing if this is even legal. Mo is a teenage boy and is probably likening it to what Tinder now is: a place to meet horny individuals.

Yvette thinks the ladies are good picks but then begins nitpicking their flaws, among one of them being that one of the ladies has breast implants. Because women who get surgeries to help boost their self esteem apparently don’t deserve love? Yvette is such a hypocrite as we’ll see in the future. Mo then begins taking the rejected pics because he loves older women, especially ones with perceived low self esteem. Just then, Floyd comes in the room and the gang has to cover up their dirty work. Floyd makes a bad joke and then dips out.

They eventually settle on a light-skinned natural woman named Jamie. They agree to meet at the grocery store, sot hat’s where we end up. Marcus is acting like he’s never seen pretty girls outside of school and leaves to spit game at women who just wanna be left alone so they can buy their frozen pizza and wine in peace.

Jamie sees who she thinks is her suitor and immediately is pissed because she, you know, thought she’d be meeting Floyd and not a little boy. Yvette comes over to smooth things over and convinces Jamie to meet Floyd. Well, TJ’s cute face convinced her after she was understandably freaked out. They go to meet Floyd.

Jamie shows up and explains what happened and that she was pre-screened to make sure she wasn’t a guy. Floyd actually even gives her an up and down look before she says she passed! Pretty sure this also wouldn’t go over well today. Jamie and Floyd, however, hit it off and leave to go on a date. When they get back, Yvette and TJ are spying on the new couple to see how it went. Floyd was actually bigging up TJ and talking about how smart he is to Jamie when they got in. Aww. Floyd is proud of his son for hooking him up. Yvette is noticeably annoyed at how he gets all of the credit, but I mean, it was his idea. Yvette just helped him out.

Upon completion of this totally selfless act to get his father some love, TJ is happy at first. Yay TJ! You’re on the right track to becoming a thoughtful human be--

Sike! TJ immediately regrets this decision once he realizes that his father having a personal life means that he won’t see him as much. TJ has a basketball game coming up that Floyd won’t be able to attend now. Yvette offers to take him but it’s not the same because Yvette is a girl and girls aren’t fun. And just like that, TJ the petty, cock-blocking asshole comes back.

The next day, TJ and Floyd are playing basketball when Jamie comes home. Floyd invites her to play but TJ is all like “bitch, wait your turn” and then Floyd puts her on TJ’s team. She then bribes TJ with the food she’s about to cook for them. He agrees but then Jamie and Floyd start flirting because duh. TJ leaves in a jealous fit, upset that this woman he hooked his father up with has the gall to want to spend time with him. He simulates what he wants to do to her body on a bag of Funions.

I have to say though, how long was the frame of this episode? Days? Weeks? Jamie has essentially become their stepmom. She’s even giving Marcus advice on how to treat a girl like a human being instead of a meat popsicle with titties. Yvette and Marcus then leave, allowing Jamie and Floyd their Blockbuster and Chill time with The Preacher’s Wife.

But TJ is a boner detector because as soon as Jamie and Floyd are about to mash faces, TJ whimpers for his pa because he doesn’t feel good. We think Floyd banished him to his room but then TJ comes over and pushes the two would-be lovers apart so he can ruin their night. Jamie eventually decides to leave, even though it’s clear she was holding out in case she could get a piece of Floyd but TJ completely squashed that possibility. Floyd actually whines when Jamie says she’s leaving. Aww. Floyd is lonely. Does TJ care? Of course not.

TJ sounds perfectly fine when he says he’s sorry he ruined the night. Father and son decide to just watch the movie together instead.

The next day at school, Marcus is spitting his game at the girl he went on a date with. Turns out, treating women like actual people has been working well for him! He’s even going on a second date. Yvette comes by to let TJ know that she’s picking him up again. TJ is, of course, pissed because Jamie had come over to the house the night before, albeit dick-less. Yvette has to explain to TJ that when you date someone, the goal is to see them frequently and that he’s the reason their last date sucked. She then shatters Marcus’s dreams by letting him know that Floyd is taking his car on his date. Guess Marcus is gonna have to make out on the bus.

TJ’s lips are all puckered because he’s losing his father to another woman. He’s so distressed that he actually picks a fight with a senior. Mo steps in and literally drags TJ home. No, seriously. He carried TJ like a bag of groceries all the way to the Henderson house during school. Then he transformed into a therapist to get to the root of TJ’s outburst. This is during school hours. Mo skipped school to bring TJ home and give Floyd advice. Mo is amazing.

TJ is playing basketball with himself when Floyd comes in and then he spills that he’s sick of Jamie. Floyd reminds TJ that he’s the one who set them up and I guess TJ didn’t know things would actually change. Now would have been a good time to mention if he feels some way about another woman besides Yvette playing a maternal figure in the wake of his mother’s never explained death. But Floyd does a good job as usual and says this is temporary because when TJ is a teenager, he won’t want anything to do with Floyd. TJ finally stops being a prick and Floyd offers to be careful about how he schedules his time and then continues the basketball game he let Jamie interrupt previously. Aww Floyd. Too bad TJ is probably going to hold onto this for a while because he was giving his dad a lot of shit in the end credits. This isn’t even the last time he does this to Floyd and we never see Jamie again, so I guess it’s safe to assume that TJ killed Jamie.

Things I noticed:

- Can we just take a moment to appreciate how hot Floyd is? How could Marcus ever think his dad wouldn’t be able to attract women?

- This brilliant cover for the gang if Floyd came in during the date deliberation:

- Marcus doesn’t want Floyd to go out on dates because he wants the car to himself on the weekends. He says if Floyd starts going out, he’s making out in the back of the bus. Yvette then says, “No, thanks to Rosa Parks, you can make out anywhere on the bus.” Brilliant retort. I really hand it to the writers of this show.

#smart guy #floyd henderson #tahj mowry #marcus henderson #jason weaver #essence atkins #Yvette Henderson #disney #mo tibbs #omar gooding #TJ henderson

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Freaks But Family

Read chapter 1 here

Chapter 2: The Tutor

So you're back, took a while but you're back, welcome to the real start of all of this. So far as of now in the story, we are jumping a half of a year. This is the middle of the group's sophomore year, how Kayla, Alyssa, and Immanuel found out about everything is a story for another time.

"Mom, for the last time, I do not need a math tutor! Sure I have below a fifty, but I'll bring it up in a few days." Favion complains to his mother while she's behind the register.

His mom slams the register shut, "No, I need you to have that grade up and soon. I will not allow you to keep working for your uncle if it stays below a seventy." She wipes her hands on her apron and heads to the back of the kitchen.

Favion hits his head on the display case, "Mom, you said I could have Megan over. But I have to do tutoring? Mom, can we call the tutor and have them over tomorrow, please I am begging you." Favion makes his way around to the back so he can bother his mother.

"I said no, now go upstairs and clean your room. She'll be here in five minutes." His mother points to the stairs and Favion admits defeat and heads to his room.

Favion's father shakes his head, "I know he loves his job, but he needs to pass his math class. It's his sophomore year and he needs to pass."

"It took me awhile to find this tutor, she can help him. He knows her, she knows how to deal with him." Favion's mother puts on some oven mitts and checks the cookies in the oven.

The bell above the door in the store rings. Mrs. Freeman heads up front to meet the tutor.

"Hi, Mrs. Freeman! It's nice to see you again." Maria walks up to the register and shakes hands with Mrs. Freeman.

The last time Mrs. Freeman saw Maria, Maria had long black hair that touched her waist, now it is in a pixie cut with red streaks. Maria now wears glasses and her heterochromia eyes seem to have brightened. Her vitiligo has spread to patches on her arms, streaks on her neck, and blotches on her cheeks. Her freckles still stand out and she has grown a bit. She wears a black band tee with a red flannel shirt over it, black skinny jeans, and knee high converse.

"You remember my name girly, go on say it." Mrs. Freeman encourages Maria.

Maria chuckles, "Good to see you again, Chantel. I heard that you had a baby, how is she?"

Chantel smiles, "She's a heavy sleeper which is good, she's already better than how Favion was as a baby." That causes both females to laugh.

"Oh yeah, I remember how he was. How is he anyways, I haven't seen him in years." Maria says.

Chantel nods, "He's up in his room, he doesn't know you're his tutor. Oh," She grabs a paper bag from the side of the register and opens the display case and get's a few cookies. "I remember how much you like these." She hands the paper bag to Maria.

"Thank you, you're right I do like these. No one can make these better than you." Maria accepts the bag.

"You head on upstairs, poor boy needs help. He's failing math horribly, his uncle won't allow him to continue working until he gets his grade up." Chantel motions for Maria to follow her. "He's been failing since he started dating Megan, that and work, he's all over the place."

Maria sighs, "Yeah, he hasn't talked to the others at all after I left. Don't worry I'll make sure he gets that grade up."

Chantel stops them at a door, "Thank you." she knocks on the door and the door opens, revealing Favion. "Favion, this is your tutor and old friend, Maria. That grade better be up soon." Chantel leaves to open the store.

Favion hasn't really changed a bit, same short frizzy and curly hair. His skin the perfect mix of his mother and father's, a chocolate brown and pale white. His eyes are a dull brown and he has gained at least another foot in height. He seems to still wear what he always wore, a grey sweatshirt, faded blue jeans, and black sneakers.

Favion frowns at Maria, "Five years later and now you show up?"

Maria glares, "Nice to see you too, dipshit. I'm only here because you need to pass math, and by how major your mom makes your work with your uncle seem, you really need help." She pushes past him and goes into his room.

"I'm not failing, my grade is just low." He counters.

"I checked your grade in the system. You have below a fifty, how the heck is that possible?" Maria questions him.

"I do the work, I just turn it in late." He argues.

She scoffs, "Like I said I saw it in the system, you don't do it. This semester's finals are in two weeks. Which means I have those weeks to help you suck up whatever crap is going on in your head, and get that grade up." She looks around the room. "Weird, you went back to that twin sized bed."

Favion chuckles, "I think that curse you gave me when we were eight, that may have been true."

Maria smiles, "That was years ago, still can't believe you remember that."

He rubs the back of his neck, "I remember a lot, I've actually been back to the tree a few times. I haven't seen you there."

"Doesn't matter, I'm here to do my job. So I have some worksheets that will let me know what I do need to help you with." She digs through her book bag and pulls out a packet.

"This," he snatches the packet from her hand, "This is a worksheet? This is an entire week's worth of work." He complains.

Maria snatches the packet back, "Work you should already be doing! Now, you are going to do this and I will be timing you. You have half an hour and after that I will check it over and then we will go over what you need to relearn." She hands it back to him. "Now do it, half an hour starts now."

Surprisingly, Favion finished the work in under ten minutes. When Maria checked it, she was totally shocked. He got everything right, so why was he failing his class?

"This comes easy to you, I remember that in fifth grade, you always finished the test first and you got the highest score on the Georgia Milestones! So why when even this work comes easy to you, you just don't turn in your work?" She wonders, flipping through the packet.

Favion shrugs, "I just never felt like it, I always have other things to do. Can we hurry this up, I'm having someone over soon."

Maria smiles mischievously, "Oh Megan Brown right, that girl that cheated on you at the football game last night?"

Favion's eyes widen, "How... how did you know that? How the heck, how did you know that?" Favion stands up and glares at Maria, "We didn't tell anyone about it, how did you know?"

Maria shrugs, "Well I have to go," She stands up and collects her things. "Been nice seeing you after five years, you were one of the reasons I came back." She frowns and leaves the room.

Maria returns downstairs and begins to talk with Mrs. Freeman.

"He's good at his work, he can do it, he just doesn't want to. I have no idea what makes not want to do it, and I understand that he does a lot of work for his uncle, but why won't he?" Mrs. Freeman asks.

Maria shakes her head, "I honestly couldn't tell you. He was hard working, and in a way he still is. I'll try to drill it back into him to get him back on track."

The bell above the door rings signaling someone has arrived.

"Hi, Mrs. Freeman. It's nice to see you again!" A girl says once she steps inside. She's tall with light brown hair and caramel eyes. She has soft tan skin and she's wearing a black crop top, blue jeans, and black sneakers.

Maria notices how Chantel puts on a fake smile, "Oh, it's nice to see you, Megan. Favion is upstairs."

Megan smiles but looks over to Maria, "Who's this?"

"I'm one of Favion's old friends. I just came over to visit." Maria responds and turns back to Chantel. "I'll be back whenever he needs me, just give me a call. It was nice to be back here, Chantel." Maria puts her book bag on and gets up from her seat.

"Hey, Maria? Do you know how long it will take for him to get back on track?" Chantel ask.

Maria shakes her head, "Hard to say, but I promise that at this rate you will be seeing more of me. Oh, are y'all still open on Sunday's?"

Chantel smiles, "Of course we are, you planning on coming over with your family?"

"Yup, we haven't had your baking in a while. It would be good nostalgia for us, plus no one makes pastel de mil hojas better than you. See you tomorrow!" Maria waves and walks out of the door.

"So, I'm going to head upstairs. I'll see you later, Mrs. Freeman." Megan smiles at Chantel before going behind the counter and going upstairs.

"What are our numbers?" Rose asks Alyssa while looking at the monitor.

Alyssa starts to type on the keyboard and pulls up a graph, "We are behind by a few thousand, Maria is making up for them right now. Oh, and Immanuel should be done with that new tech for her staff. We'll upgrade it when she gets back."

Rose frowns, "What upgrade?"

"Her shadow and death powers!" Immanuel shouts from behind a curtain. "It's just to prevent it from draining her energy quickly," He explains.

"Oh yeah, that. Esme is still trying to figure out how to fix up the dome for those abilities. her great grandmother left all sorts of notes on how to upgrade the dome for all of the abilities, but nothing for shadows and death." Rose walks over to Immanuel's station to see what he is doing.

Immanuel sets down his tools to look at Rose. "This thing will just act like a storage space, she can keep her abilities in here for later use so that it's ready when she needs it." Immanuel sighs, "But the thing is, we still haven't cracked how to deal with her shadow and death abilities. And what we do have only lasts for mere minutes."

Kayla comes from around the corner with a paper in her hands, "New formula that I've been working on with Esme. This should work to extend the containment time, try this. We'll try it on the dome tomorrow, Esme is upgrading it right now." Kayla hands Immanuel the paper, "Oh and Maria will be back in two minutes so to your positions."

All four of them start to clear the center of the room, they set down a large tarp, and begin to wait and watch the ceiling. After a few seconds a circular hole with multi colored edges forms in the ceiling, stacks and stacks of money start to fall through it. After a while the money stops and they start to hear laughter and sirens. Soon Maria is falling down from the ceiling and lands on the money pile. Her shoelaces have come undone, her hoodie is a bit singed, her goggles are on her forehead, and her face is covered in soot.

"Babe, what did you do?" Rose asks Maria helping her down from the pile.

Maria stumbles into Rose's arms, "May have set a small fire." She raises a hand to the ceiling and the portal closes and the ring that made it falls down into Maria's hand.

Kayla brings Maria a bottle of blood, "It's bear blood, and by what I can tell," She looks Maria up and down. "It was not a small fire."

Maria places the ring back on her back and takes the bottle from Kayla, "Thanks," she starts to drink. "And it was meant to be small, dumb Liberator just made it spread." She downs the rest of the bottle, "I needed that, tomorrow Rose and me will get some kids out of the homes, you three will be handing out the money we already have to the listed families."

"Okay, we'll get to separating the money. Rose checks her over, to make sure she isn't severely hurt." Alyssa instructs, she grabs her partners from their hands and drags them to get what they need to count the money.

Rose helps Maria to sit down and check over her injuries, "Shirt off babe."

Maria groans, takes off her goggles, and reluctantly takes off her short sleeve hoodie, throws it to the side, then her long sleeve shirt, and then throws that to the side. Her usual green and tan scales now have a tint of red and pink.

"Alyssa was right, you got burned a bit. Was that fire really necessary, you got real hurt, and aren't you immune to fire?" Rose looks over Maria's burns.

"I wasn't concentrated, I'm sorry. And like I said, that Liberator dude made it spread. It was supposed to be just a small wall but he came along and tried to blow it out. And-OH FUCK!" Maria suddenly shouts.

"Sorry, you were distracted so I took the chance." Rose has a rag with some aloe vera on it on her scales. "I know it hurts but it'll sooth the burns. Your scales are tough, you're lucky you're not burned where your legs come out of." Rose rubs Maria's back.

Maria stares, at her girlfriend wide eyed and in shock, "A little warning next time!"

Rose smiles, "Again sorry, but it's not that bad. And when we get home your cousins are going to chew you out for this." She kisses Maria's cheek.

"Yeah, are you done yet?" Maria looks down at Rose who starts to wrap gauze around the burns to keep them from getting infected.

"You're good, just try not to cause fires next time." Rose helps Maria to stand up and they walk over to the others.

"How much do we have now?" Maria looks over the money.

"We are actually above quota. We might just be able to give each family a little extra." Kayla shows Maria a notepad with the math.

"That's good, we have been a bit behind." Maria starts to lean a bit more on Rose. "Okay, once this is all done we can all go home. I'm just gonna go change." Maria pushes herself away from Rose, walks over to where she left her bag, and goes behind one of the many curtains they have.

"How injured is she?" Immanuel asks Rose.

Rose sighs, "Not too bad, just some burns on her scales. It'll take a while for it to heal considering how thick and strong her scales are."

Alyssa chuckles, "Esme is going to kill her when she sees the burns."

"I heard that." Maria interrupts them, walking over to them while adjusting her glasses. "I'll heal, and training is tomorrow afternoon so i'll be fine by then."

Immanuel finishes putting the last bit of the money away, "Okay, that's it. We can all go home now."

Everyone gives a half hearted cheer and start to pack their things. After everything is cleaned up, they close all doors and lock up everything valuable. Once that is done, Maria takes the ring off of her back and uses it to open a portal. Everyone hops through it, landing them in an alley.

Maria stumbles over again, "That last one drained me, I need to sleep. What time is it?" she ask.

Rose puts an arm around Maria's waist to keep her from falling over, "It's like one in the morning. We're on our way home, don't worry." Rose turns to the others, "See y'all in the afternoon."

"Oh my, there are so many of you!" Chantel greets the Alebrije-Gonzalez family when they enter the bakery.

Maria giggles, "Yeah, our family expanded a bit from the last time you saw us all." she gestures to the toddler on her hip and to the girl holding her hand.

Chantel smiles, "I know everyone but these two. So, please introduce me."

"Of course, youngest of us, Mike." Maria bounces the baby on her hip. "And this is my girlfriend, Rose." she nudges at Rose.

"Well, seeing all of you again is great. And just like last time, ask if there is something you are looking for. We still have all the baked goods you introduced us to." Chantel let's the family roam around the bakery and pick what they want.

Maria is with her little cousin Mike, squatting down next to him while he looks at cookies in the display case.

"I don't remember this one." a voice says from above them.

Maria looks up to see Favion, but with a pink apron on.

Maria smiles smugly, "I don't remember you working here. This one's new, hasn't been around long." She blows a raspberry into Mike's cheek.

Favion smiles, "Has he ever tried these?" He points to some sugar cookies that have faces on them made of jam.

Mike starts to laugh and clap his hands. Maria chuckles, "I guess he wants to try it."

"Here's a sample," Favion hands Maria a sample of the cookie and she gives it to Mike.

The baby happily takes it and starts to nibble on it. After a few bites, his eyes light up and he starts to clap his hands again.

"He likes it!" Maria makes a happy face for the baby. "We'll get you some."

Favion smiles down at the baby, "So, what's his name?"

"Mike," Maria responds, standing up and putting Mike back on her hip. "He's been with us since he was born."

"He's cute, freckles all over just like the rest of you." Favion reaches over and taps the little boy's nose. "Weirdly enough, she doesn't have them. Is she related to y'all?"

Maria laughs, "No, that'd be weird. She's my girlfriend, kind of weird to be related to my girlfriend." Maria has a small blush across her cheeks.

Favion's smile turns into a frown, "Girl-girlfriend... girlfriend? You have a, a ummm... girlfriend? When did that happen?" He ask.

Maria scrunches her face in thought, "Three years in about a month."

Esme calls Maria over, "Almost time to go, do you have what you want?"

"Yeah, just five of those Favion, thanks." Maria points to the cookies before walking to her girlfriend.

Esme goes to the register where Chantel is waiting for her with their purchases. Favion just stands behind the display case watching as Maria holds hands with that girl.

Just as the family is gathering to leave Chantel stops Maria, "You'll be back tomorrow to keep tutoring Favion right?"

Maria smiles, "Yup, and he better be able to do his work from now on. Oh, actually me and the others have study groups every Monday. He can join us, that way he can interact with others."

Maria is put in the dome again for training, this time testing several other formulas that may be able to stop her shadow and death abilities.

"Nope, try again." Maria drags herself out of the dome while Esme starts to fix it.

Esme hits her screwdriver against the dome, "I don't get it! I have tried everything in her notes, everything I could think of! And why does it not work?"

Liam puts a hand on Esme's shoulder, "Calm down, I get it we've tried everything. But we can still keep looking." Liam looks over at Maria who is sitting down with her shirt off and drinking water. "We just want to help her, we all want to help her. But we need to give it some time, let's try to train these abilities instead of locking them up."

Esme sighs in defeat, "Okay, you're right. Maria, get Rose down here we are testing you both in gymnastics."

Maria chugs the rest of her water, "Okay." she gets out of her seat and goes upstairs.

"I honestly can't help but worry, we know nothing about her new abilities. If something goes wrong, it goes wrong and we won't have any help in fixing it." Esme packs up her tool box.

"I know, I'm just as scared as you are. But we need to let her train with more room than being stuck in a glass prison. That makes us no better than the people who used her for research." Liam walks over to the computer. "We have to find a secluded and open space for her to train. Somewhere she can train all of her abilities."

"I can only think of one place, the temples. That's the root of all our abilities. She'd become stronger." Esme rubs her eyes, "But we can't risk the journey."

"Can't risk the journey to where?" Maria asks, popping up from behind Esme.

"Ahhh! Where did you come from?" Liam asks.

Rose doubles over while holding her stomach, "Your shadow, that was some weird Percy Jackson crap."

"Well you better get it together because Maria is ahead of you in gymnastics. You have to catch up." Esme get's a clipboard and starts to write on it. "Let's see how you are with splits."

Maria cheers and Rose groans.

"Here's the list, make sure you give them the extra too. We're going to check the foster homes." Rose hands Alyssa a notepad. "So everyone suit up and then on your way."

They all split up into their groups and get the things they need.

"Here," Maria tosses each of them an earpiece. "Courtesy of Esme, so we can talk even though we are on different sides of town."

"No phones, no way for that Liberator to track us." Immanuel smiles.

Rose frowns, "We better not run into him. We would have helped all those kids if he hadn't but in last week."

Maria rings out the ring on her back, pushes a button on the rod in the middle, and splits it into two, opening two portals. "Alright, you three on the left. Me and Rose on the right."

Everyone jumps through their respected portals and starts their missions. It takes a full three hours for all of them to finish their assignments. Maria and Rose finish a bit early, but they have a run in.

"There's no reasoning with him is there?" Maria asks Rose while blasting at Liberator.

"Nope, he's just a thick headed dipshit!" Rose binds Liberator down with vines.

Liberator struggles against the vines, "You're kidnapping kids! What reasoning is there?"

Maria starts to use shadows to add more restraints, "You're really getting on my nerves dude. We don't kidnap them."

Liberator looks at both girls with sadness, "You could be doing so much better. Why are you doing this, you were both taken care of at the research center. They took good care of you both."

At the mention of the center, Maria gets angry and holds one of her blades to his face.

"How do you know about that place?" Rose asks, tightening the vines.

Liberator smiles, "Thorn, Madness, she sent me to help you both. Your caretaker, she wants you both back."

"That's her side of the story, you don't know ours!" Maria pushes the blade onto his throat, revealing a small bit of blood.

Liberator glares at Rose, "How can you trust her, she can turn her back on you any minute."

Rose smiles, "I trust her, love her too much not too."

"Babe, time for us to go." Maria lowers her staff and opens a portal.

Rose jumps into the portal while still holding Liberator in the vines. Before Maria jumps through she glares at Liberator.

"Favion, when we first meet, you wanted nothing to do with this job. Now that me and Thorn are almost done with our work, now you care." Maria's eyes glint with mischief behind her goggles. She smiles one last time before jumping through the portal herself.

"What do you mean she knew your name?" Favion's uncle shouts at him.

"I don't know, it's like she read my mind." Favion takes off his mask and throws it to the side. "None of the tech they have can help them with that. There is just no way." He walks over to a monitor and pulls a keyboard from behind it. "One thing I know about Madness' appearance is that she has vitiligo and heterochromia."

Favion's uncle rolls his eyes, "Yes, that was what Dr. Gomez said. She was in charge of Madness and Thorn for a while. She has more on them than anyone."

"Yeah, these are the records of all the teenage females who fit that description. Only five, so one of these is Madness." Favion points out on the monitor.

"Look at that," his uncle points to a name. "Maria Alebrije-Gonzalez, old friend of yours."

Favion shakes his head, "Uncle no, can't be her. She was in boarding school until freshman year."

"Are we sure about them, a few months after she leaves, two villains appear in the city. And the only person your parents can find to tutor you, is your old friend." he reasons. "You know I remember her when y'all were younger. She was real nice, but something always seemed off about her."

Favion glares at his uncle, "Well we have it narrowed down for now. Next time i'll see what I can do."

"Are we sure we want him here, he hasn't talked to us in years." Immanuel complains.

Kayla sits down on Immanuel's left side, "He's right, half of us are gay now!"

"True, and what are we supposed to do? He has ignored us, played around with so many girls, and now we have to help him pass his class?" Alyssa lays herself across her partners' laps.

"I say we let him fail." Rose suggests putting an arm around Maria.

"As much as I want him to fail, I am getting paid for my efforts." Maria lightly pushes Rose.

Alyssa groans, "So, the solution is to invite him to our weekly study groups. The same ones where we plan a heist."

The doorbell rings signaling that someone has arrived. "My house guys, let's keep the heist out of it for now." Maria walks to the door to open it.

"Hi, nice to see you again." Favions says when Maria opens the door. "Are the others okay with me being here?" He as9k.

"Fuck no, we're not!" Rose yells from the inside.

"Babe, suck it up!" Maria shouts back. "Sorry about that," She quickly puts on a smile for Favion. "Come on in, ignore the idiots."

Favion follows Maria inside the house and into the living room. Favion notices how his three old friends are very close together. And Rose sitting next to them glaring at him.

"Say hi dipshits," Maria glares at her friends.

They all mumble a hello under their breaths, none of them looking Favion in the eyes.

Favion points to his three old friends, "Are you guys dating?"

The three of them look at each other before responding. "Yeah."

Favion's face morphs into a giant smile, "Finally, since when? How long did it take?"

Alyssa shrugs, "Freshman year, we had to literally sit down and make a paper of terms and conditions."

Favion looks over at Maria, "Did they really?"

"Yeah, I wasn't there but I have been told." Maria walks over to Rose and sits in her lap.

"So, are we supposed to just do homework?" Favion asks, setting down his bag.

Immanuel nods, "Yeah, but we really don't have homework. We're just here to help you so Maria doesn't have to suffer."

"I'm not that problematic." Favion mumbles.

"Yes you are!" Maria, Immanuel, Alyssa, and Kayla counter.

"That one time doesn't count!" Favion shouts and hides his head in his hands.

Rose lanes forward looking around Maria, "Now I'm curious, what was this one time?"

Maria laughs and puts an arm around Rose, "One time Favion was so desperate for attention, he gets on the fire escape outside his room. And then he jumps off of it, it was so sudden we as kids forgot that there was another fire escape underneath that."

"We genuinely thought he jumped and died. We were screaming, it got his mom's attention. When we told her what happened, this fucker decided to climb back the fire escape!" Alyssa points at Favion who is laying on the floor in shame. "Your mom was so mad!"

"I was grounded for a month! I actually thought y'all knew there was another fire escape!" Favion complains.

Immanuel chuckles, "Okay, let's help you with your work. We have somewhere to be after this."

"Maria, just give us your fangs!" Sam chases after Maria who has stuck herself to the ceiling. "We are just checking venom!"

Maria shoots webbing at Sam, "Just because you're a dentist, does not mean you know what you're doing when it comes to animals!"

Sam sighs and sits down, "Rose, she's your girlfriend, you get her down from there."

"Why me, last time I got near her fangs, I almost died." Rose complains.

Maria slowly comes down from the ceiling using her webbing, like Spider-Man. "Babe, you know I would never hurt you." She says with a sweet voice, yet with a sense of annoyance in it. "If you try anything near my fangs, I will not hesitate to poison you causing you to die."

Rose's eyes widen and she takes a few steps back. This causes Maria to laugh maniacally.

"Just kidding!" Maria leans forward and plants a kiss on Rose's cheek. "I love you, just stay away!"

"Maria, we seriously need you to show us your fangs so we can check them. Esme will be looking over the venom and then I have to make sure you can still use them to drink blood and eat." Sam reaches a hand out to Maria.

Maria makes a swing with her webbing and swings back and forth, "Do I really have to?"

"Babe please, we can't kiss until we see how poisons your venom is. So if you come down and let your family see what it is, I'll give you kisses." Rose looks up at Maria.

Maria rolls her eyes and jumps down from the ceiling, landing on her feet. "I still have training after this! I don't want to be shifting back and forth too much." She walks over to the examination table and jumps on.

"Okay, open up. I'll get samples and then look over your teeth." Sam grabs some of her equipment and starts to gather samples of venom from Maria. "The twins were better at cooperating than you." She mumbles under her breath.

"This is new tech that we will need you to test next time you go out." Favion's uncle puts a small black circular object, no bigger than his fingernail, into Favion's palm.

Favion brings it closer to his face to get a closer look, "What is this supposed to do? Who made it?"

"Dr. Gomez, it's supposed to stop those abilities. The only thing we know those two have are telekinesis from Madness, and Thorn has control over plants. Dr. Gomez is trying to create some tech for you that can transmit an EMP. All those other things Madness does is because of tech. Shuts down Madness' tech, both hers and Thorn's abilities, and you can beat them both." His uncle points to the small device in Favion's palm.

"Are we even sure that it works, how do we even test this?" Favion questions and gives it back to his uncle.

His uncle smiles, "Test it right in the field. If something happens, it happens. We want them gone in the end don't we?"

"Well, Dr. Gomez wants them both alive. Why, none of us know." Favion walks back over to the computer monitor and pulls out the keyboard from behind. "Madness is Hispanic, I know because she spoke fluent Spanish."

Favion starts to type into the keyboard. It takes a while for the files to load, and to both male's surprise, there are no results.

"This can't be right!" Favion tries to check for any spelling errors. "How is this possible?"

Favion's uncle shrugs, "I don't get why you're not happy about this."

"But it's weird, Maria is a Hispanic, teenage female, with vitiligo, and heterochromia! So how did she not she up, I know she can't be Madness but still, she would have shown up." Favion keeps trying to look through the files.

"Didn't she immigrate here, so why would they put Hispanic on any of her records?" his uncle ask.

Favion slams the keyboard down, "It has always been on her records!"

"That does not sound creepy at all." Favion's uncle mumbles sarcastically.

Favion glares at his uncle, "Watch it, Damion."

"Let me see that test grade." Chantel says the minute Favion get's home from school.

"I tried, I actually tried this time." Favion hands over the paper to his mom while taking his baby sister from her. "Hi, Alijah. Have a cookie." Favion takes a cookie from the display case and hands it to his sister.

Chantel smiles at Favion when she is done looking at the paper, "This is good, just about one more week of this before finals. Why did you give your sister a cookie?"

Favion slowly takes the cookie back from his sister, "She wanted it."

Chantel shakes her head at Favion, gives him back his paper, and takes his sister back from him. "Go help your father up front. This one needs a nap."

Favion nods and drops his things off by the stairs. He heads upfront to help his dad, he gets an apron off one of the hooks on the wall, and puts it on. He heads to the register to ring up customers. And a bit before closing while he is handing a customer change, Maria and Rose walk in hand in hand.

"Hey you two, what can I help you with?" He asks as he waves to the customer.

"It's the twin's birthday today and we ordered a cake. Your dad just called us, said we can pick it up now." Maria gestures to the back.

Favion nods, "Sure just give me a minute, I'll ask mom about it.'' He heads to the back to talk to his mom. "Mom, Maria is here to pick up her cake."

"Oh, yeah it's ready. Let me get it." Chantel walks over to an industrial fridge and pulls out a round cake.

She places it on the counter, gets a box, and puts the cake in the box. She picks it up off the counter and heads up to the front.

"Hi you two! Your cousin already paid for it, you're free to go. Tell the twins I said happy birthday!" Chantel hands the cake to Rose and gives her and Maria a hug.

Rose smiles, "Thanks Chantel, we'll tell them." She and Maria wave as they leave the bakery.

Chantel waves back as the door closes and looks to her son, "Still miss her?"

Favion sighs as he puts his apron up, "Yeah, she's not the same girl from when we were kids."

Chantel pats his back, "I don't mean this is a bad way, honey really. But it's not like you even stood a chance, if it wasn't obvious when you were younger, she is only into girls."

Favion hits his head on the display case, "I should have done something earlier."

"Well you couldn't, but it wouldn't hurt to let those feelings go." Chantel heads back into the kitchen with Favion.

"And how exactly will I let those feelings go?" Favion questions his mother.

"By telling her." His dad comes from around the corner with his daughter in his arms. "When was the last time you had a real heart to heart with that girl?"

Favion shrugs, "I think when we were ten, when she left. But c'mon, she has a girlfriend. We just started talking again I don't want to mess up again."

"Well, it's obvious you still have feelings. It will soon be time to face the music." His dad shakes his head.

Favion nods, "I'll try, i'll try my best."

Soooooo...what do you think? Will this is still barely nothing of the whole story. There is still a lot to be revealed. Things will get rough soon, but don't fret, you'll find out some things as we go. See you soon friend, that is if you are willing to stick around.

#Freaks But Family #original work #fantasy story

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prettylittlehargrove · 5 years ago

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I want to forget you but I can’t

Summary - Steve still can’t forget you, but he has to because you’re happy now in his arms

Warning - angst

Word Count - ??? I swear I will get down to writing this bit down soon hehe

Authors Note - Hope you guys are having a wonderful day! Sorry this took some time, wanted to make it as good as I could!!! 🥰 This is kinda a part 2 to ‘Shes his girl now’ ✨

Your fingers fiddled with the necklace around your neck, humming a sweet little melody as your pencil worked along the page.

You were never in detention, ever. You always managed to get everything done at the right time, homework finished the night it was set, school work completed with extra time to chat. In short, Steve had never seen you get into trouble. But now? Seeing you in detention, it made his blood boil.

Billy was obviously behind this. How was Steve just sitting back and letting it happen, this was exactly the type of guy that Billy was. He liked to corrupt things and fuck people up. Billy Hargrove was an asshole. And he certainly did not belong with someone as angelic as you.

Slowly Steve peered over at the teacher who sat half asleep against the desk, glasses shoved up his forehead as his arms covered his face. He shuffled over to sit next to you.

Butterflies. Steve felt butterflies flying and swooping around his stomach as he moved. His cheeks flaming red and his hands shaking.

He hadn’t spoken to you since that kiss. He hadn’t even tried. But now he was going to just demand answers as to why you dared to even like someone like Billy? Someone who was very similar to what Steve was back then, a user... an asshole who definitely didn’t deserve you.

It was too late now, he took place next to you.

You could feel his presence, like a heavy weight had just been shoved onto your shoulders as it dragged you down to the deepest parts of your memory.

“Uhhh... H-hey” Steve mumbled. The pencil stopped moving and he felt your body tense. Were you scared of him?

“Hi” the words came out as merely a whisper. Both a way of trying not to alert the teacher and to also show your genuine nerves.

“Look... I know we haven’t been... how do you say it...”

“Friends?”

“Well- no not exactly not friends because”

“Steve, we stopped being friends a long time ago... what do you need?” The pure irritation of Steve even breathing the same air as you was prevalent. And it pained him. It stung that you didn’t even want to be his friend... something he needed.

“I’m sorry by the way... ya know about everything... I was a dick- I still am a dick... I just got a bit freaked, I guess and you know I’d just broken up with Nancy and, it was complicated”

“Didn’t seem complicated when you called me the next day and told me that we couldn’t talk anymore, that we couldn’t be friends anymore” You instantly snapped. Steve knew that apologising wasn’t gonna be easy. You were right, he’d fucked you over and treated you like dirt. So you ran into the comfort of Billy’s arms.

“Ok... you’re right, but that’s not what I came over here to talk about... Y/N, I know we aren’t friends but I’m still gonna look out for you and I just want to say that... if he’s making you do things that you don’t wanna do... you can talk to me” That made you snap, shoving your book into your bag and standing up.

“Keep your head out of my business Harrington, we aren’t friends and I don’t need you ‘looking out for me’ ok? That’s not your job anymore... it’s Billy’s and for your information the reason why I’m here is because I forgot my homework Steve, I know, how rebellious, how so unlike the goody two shoes loser Y/N... What me and Billy do or talk about is our business and that’s that, now if you’ll excuse me I’m fucking leaving” you ended your hissing by grabbing your bag, heaving it over your shoulder and leaving.

Steve could do nothing but sit there, in shock. People really do change, that was really out of character, the Y/N he knew would tut at making such a scene, she wouldn’t even be in a detention in the first place. Had he changed her that much?

The bell rang and Steve huffed, heading out of the door and leaving the school, crossing the parking lot to get to his car.

That was until he saw a certain figure stood against it. Billy’s figure.

Billy clocked him straight away, flicking the cigarette in his hand to the floor and hunching his shoulders.

Steve kept walking, trying to ignore the harsh glare Billy was throwing at him.

“Harrington” Billy barked, causing Steve to look forwards, correcting his stance so that he appeared more threatening.

“You need something, because right now I’m busy” Steve grunted.

“I should be the busy one Harrington, because I should be making out with my girl, but before hand I’ve got to kick the ass of the dipshit that made her cry” Billy’s tone got lower as his words became more firm. Steve swallowed harshly, he made you cry?

He made you cry.

“I- I made her cry?”

“Yeah, you fucking did and I’m not letting that type of shit fly easy, you’re lucky because if I had my way you’d be fucking dead right now but Y/N has a soft spot for you Harrington... and unlike you I don’t like to disappoint, My Girl” He hissed, Steve’s mind raced with emotions.

“You don’t deserve her” The words slipped past the barrier of common sense that Steve had built up so high.

Billy gripped Steve by the shirt and pulled him close to him.

“You better watch your fucking back Harrington” he growled, shoving Steve to the floor and walking away from him, walking towards you. Steve slowly crept back up onto his feet and longingly gazed at the two of you.

Tangled in a firm embrace, the small sobs that were muffled by Billy’s shirt as his big arms wrapped around your frame, your head buried into his chest. And the faint noise of Billy’s ‘sorry’ which he repeated gently into your ear, stroking your hair.

Maybe he didn’t deserve you.

But you sure as hell deserved someone as caring as him.

Steve took a moment to reflect as he climbed into his car. Mind racing a million miles an hour.

“I love you” he whispered, his words disappearing into the air as his eyes trained still on you, before turning on his car and leaving.

Leaving you forever.

#billy hargrove fanfic #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove #billy hargrove fluff #billy hargrove smut #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove angst #stranger things 3 #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things billy #stranger things 2 #billy hargrove headcannons

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cami-chats · 4 years ago

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Too Old

Fandom: Check Please!

Pairing: Kent “Parse” Parson/Connor “Whiskey” Whisk

Warnings: Age difference (but not underage)

On AO3

From Parse: You ever feel like you're robbing the cradle a little bit?

From Swoops: No, but that's bc my girlfriend's only like 2 years younger than me.

From Swoops: Perv.

From Parse: You're not helping.

From Parse: Besides, he's not THAT young. He started college when he was 20, not 18. He can legally drink.

From Swoops: Sounds like something a pedo would say.

From Parse: Fuck you.

From Parse: But seriously, do you think I'm too old for him?

From Swoops: Dude, I know nothing about him other than that he's in college and plays hockey (and now that he started college when he was 20). You won't tell me what he looks like, what he's studying, or which college he goes to. The 2 details I know kinda make it seem like yeah, you're too old for him.

Kent glared at his phone and locked it. Goddammit. That's what he'd been afraid of. It's not like he felt like an old man, but Whiskey felt so young sometimes. Mostly when he mentioned homework, because the last time Kent had done homework, he'd been seventeen-- which was definitely too young.

He called Whiskey to ask him about it, but it was only when it rang off to voicemail that he remembered there was a time difference and he hadn't even thought about Whiskey's schedule. He was in the middle of practice right now. He thought about sending a text to let him know what it was about, but if this was a conversation he wanted to have over text, he would've texted him to begin with. Whatever. It had been an impulse, anyways. And it was stupid, wasn't it? If Whiskey thought he was too old, they wouldn't have gotten together. If Whiskey had thought it was fine at first but changed his mind later, then he would've said something. Whiskey didn't exactly keep that sort of shit locked down-- he'd told Kent the instant that he put on cologne that he hated the smell.

Kent was probably just being paranoid.

He'd been perfectly fine with their relationship and the age difference thing until some dipshit wrote an article on Zimms and Bittle's relationship, claiming that Bittle was too young and being taken advantage of. Kent and Zimms were the same age, and Whiskey and Bittle were the same age, so if Zimms was too old for his boyfriend, then Kent was too old for his. Not that Kent really thought it was the same. Bittle was graduating soon-- he was pretty sure-- and Whiskey still had a couple semesters left. Zimms and Bittle had played together. Gone to college together for two years before anything happened.

Comparatively, it did feel like Kent was taking advantage of a young fan. It was weird to think of Whiskey like that, but technically that's what he was: a fan. Whiskey had come up to compliment him on his game when they were in the same bar, and Kent had been tipsy enough to think it was a good idea to flirt. It had all worked out, of course, but that had been pretty damn stupid of him.

Kent kept running it over in his mind: it wasn't a big deal-- this was different than what Zimms was up to-- maybe Kent should take a step back-- but did Whiskey give a shit?-- maybe he shouldn't worry about it. He just went in circles, only jarred out of it when his phone started to ring. "Hey babe," Kent said automatically after sliding it to answer.

"Hey, what's up?"

"You're the one that called me," Kent said, frowning.

"Some people call this returning a phone call," Whiskey said dryly. "You didn't leave a message, so I figured it was serious."

"Oh." Shit. "Um, no, nothing serious. I'd forgotten you were at practice, so I called, but it's nothing big. Spur of the moment thing, you know?"

"It's chill. What's up?"

"Uhh." Kent made a face at nothing in particular. "Nothing."

"Doesn't sound like nothing."

"Yeah, well, it's nothing, stop being a chick about it. I said it was no big deal," Kent said, then immediately winced.

The silence on the other end of the phone was damning. "Right," Whiskey said tightly.

"Sorry. That was- ten kinds of fucked up."

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry," Kent said again.

"Whatever," Whiskey muttered. He let out a deep breath, and it crackled a little bit through the speaker. "Have a good game."

"Will you be watching?" Kent asked. Normally he didn't feel the need to check. Any time Whiskey didn't watch one of his games, he told him in advance-- the same way that Kent watched as many of Whiskey's games as he could and told him to have a good game before all of them.

"I always do."

"Yeah, but I didn't know if you'd still- yeah, uh, thanks. Love you."

"...Yeah," Whiskey said, then hung up.

Kent brought his phone away from his face and wanted to bash his head against the wall. Whiskey didn't always say it back because he was usually in public or around his friends when they had a quick call like that, but this had felt different. Whether it was because of Kent being a fuck-up or something else, he had no idea, but he sincerely hoped it was because of him freaking out for no good fucking reason, because then it would mean that he'd be forgiven pretty soon. If it was something else, that would mean dealing with it in addition to dealing with the age difference thing that he was freaking out over. And he still wasn’t sure that he actually wanted to talk to Whiskey about it. He knew he had to, especially after the mess he’d just made of a twenty second phone call. He just. Didn’t want to.

He tapped the corner of his phone against his head as he thought. Maybe Swoops had been right and Whiskey was too young for him, but that wasn't what ever went wrong with their relationship. If they had issues, it was because of, well, who Kent was. Not to say that Whiskey was a saint, but he was more deliberate. They didn't get in fights because of shit he said, because Whiskey didn't talk out of his ass any time he was feeling a little insecure. He locked down-- which was its own issue-- but he didn’t snap at Kent.

Kent sighed and opened his text conversation with Whiskey. The age difference thing wasn’t the problem. He’d been due for a freak out.

From Kent: Sorry.

From Kent: Saw an article about athletes dating people younger than them and how it was skeevy and kinda flipped.

From Kent: Still kinda freaking out tbh.

From Kent: (Swoops was totally unhelpful)

From Kent: Probably should've just said it but I didn't want for you to freak out too.

From Kent: Not that you freak out very often.

From Whiskey: I freak out all the time who tf have you been dating.

From Kent: You don't freak out ALL THE TIME.

From Whiskey: This morning I panicked because I didn't have the exact change for my coffee. I had enough to pay for it, but using another nickel instead of two pennies made it hard to breathe. Does that really sound like I'm not freaking out?

Kent started typing a couple different times then deleted what he had. He tapped on Whiskey's contact info, then hit call.

"Hey."

"Did you really freak out over two pennies?" Kent asked. He should've led with something more sensitive, but he was who he was.

"Yeah. Not my finest moment."

"I didn't mean what I said before."

"I know," Whiskey mumbled. "I don't know what to do when you get like that, though. Normally I hang up, and the next time we talk, you're fine."

"If it helps, I don't know what to do when I get like that either. I just wait it out."

"I was kind of hoping you'd have a plan of action for me."

"I wish I had one too," Kent said, blowing out a breath. It was annoying when he acted like that, and he knew it was annoying, but he couldn't get himself to stop. It meant that every so often, they'd do this: Kent would say something shitty, things would be awkward, and after waiting a little bit, he'd apologize.

"What was the article?" Whiskey asked, and Kent had to think back for a moment to remember what he was talking about.

"Oh. That. It was about Zimms and Bittle. And I was thinking that we're the same age, and you and Bittle are the same age, so..."

Whiskey snorted. "No offense, but we're nothing like them. They live, like, an hour away from each other."

"And they went to college together."

"Are you being weird because you regret not going to college?" Whiskey guessed. Kent brought it up often enough that he figured there was something there.

"No. I mean, what would be the point? I'm not good at school, and I would've ended up in the league anyways. It'd be fun if we could play on the same team though. Not that you're planning on playing professionally anyways," Kent mumbled.

"Yeah," Whiskey said, but something in his tone was off. Kent was pretty sure he was staring at the floor in a very particular way right now.

"What?"

"I don't think anyone would want me as a free agent instead of the draft. I chose to skip that, and..." Whiskey snorted. "I'm not Jack fucking Zimmermann. All the teams wanted to sign him on, but that doesn't happen to everyone."

"You're selling yourself short. There have been scouts at the Samwell games."

"Not for the NHL."

"Tons of players work their way up to it."

"Yeah," Whiskey said noncommittally. "You know I don't give a shit that you're older than me, right?"

Kent wanted to say that yes, of course he had known that, but the truth was that he hadn't-- not for sure-- so he just chewed on his lip and stayed quiet.

"I don't care about that. It's not like you're forty or something-- that'd be pretty weird."

"Swoops said he thought it was weird," Kent said without really meaning to. It was a good thing he said it though, because he'd sort of been freaking out about it before, but after talking to Swoops, he'd gone more firmly towards panicking.

"Isn't Swoops dating an influencer right now?"

"Yeah, but she's only like a year younger than him."

"Kent," Whiskey said flatly. "He's dating someone that is basically a low level model on Instagram. He doesn't have room to judge who you're dating if he's making shit decisions like that."

"Haley's not that bad." She was pretty nice, actually. Nicer than Kent was-- not that that was saying much.

"Yeah, well when he finds a girlfriend who's a grown ass adult with a 401k and a retirement plan, he can say I'm too young for you and I'll believe it."

"So you don't think we're too different?"

"We've got more in common with each other than those two," Whiskey said with a snort.

"Yeah." Tension started to seep out of him, leaving him boneless with relief. "Yeah, you're right. Sorry for ruining your afternoon."

"You didn't ruin anything. You busy right now or did you want to keep talking? Foxtrot invited me and Tango to a rehearsal and it was hilarious."

"Not busy. Tell me all about actors and their shenanigans."

"Did you really just use the word shenanigans?"

"Um. Yes? I thought it was fitting."

"Oof. Never mind. I've changed my mind, you're way too old for me."

"Hey, respect your elders," Kent snarked back.

#check please #whiskey/kent #kent parson #connor whisk #fanfic #my writing

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fandom-necromancer · 4 years ago

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846. Continuation

Sorry this took me so long to write the continuation you requested @aurea-b! My brain just isn’t working unless I write everything down XD But here it is, enjoy!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900

[part1]

A lot had changed since their accidental love confession and at the same time everything stayed the same. If anything, it was more awkward: They still worked together efficiently, Gavin was still standoffish to anyone coming close to their joint desks, his stance towards Hank and Connor had not changed and only a few new expletives were added. But with Nines, there now was a lot more touching and a lot of embarrassed eye contact. An accidental brush against each other would linger now and they went as far as to hold hands when they were alone. Basically, Gavin felt like a stupid teenager with his first crush and not knowing how to progress and Nines had problems keeping his software instability in check and his outer appearance disguised. It was stupid, they both knew it, but they wanted to forget about everything that had happened and tell each other at the right place at the right time on their own volition.

What happened to exactly be this Saturday at eight. Gavin had come home from work, showering and finally finding something nice to wear, all the time talking to his cat who was delighted to get that much attention. He had asked her how he looked and tried to use her unchanging face to make out her judgement. Mainly he talked to himself, staring at the mirror and changing over and over again, getting excited over nothing. He already knew Nines’ answer and he shouldn’t be that anxious over everything. But this was real and there was so much to think about and maybe he had changed his mind? He tried to bring order to his thoughts while he was driving to Hank’s house to pick up the android. Everything would be fine.

Nines had driven home from work with Hank and Connor and suffered through their teasing. How they had found out what they had planned for tonight, he didn’t know. Maybe it was just the fact of him going out with Gavin and the rest was their skills as police officers. Either way, Nines didn’t find peace until he had shoved Connor out of the door and locked it. Steeling himself for the next few hours until Gavin would arrive, he opened his wardrobe looking at the near identical clothe selection. Black turtleneck, dark pants, another pair of shoes. They were meant in case his normal clothes would get dirty, torn or shot through. It wasn’t until ten minutes before their agreed time that there was a knock on Nines door. He opened to find a set of clothes left most likely by Conor due to lack of fingerprints. It was a black shirt with high collar, dress pants and polished shoes to go with a white coat. It looked very similar to his usual attire, but still different and appropriate for the occasion. He would have to thank Connor sometime, but there was no time for that as a loud honk echoed through the neighbourhood. Of course.

Gavin saw Nines hurrying out of the house, likely fleeing the Andersons. He grinned as the android entered his car and sighed. ‘Looking good, tin-can’, he laughed, sorting them back into traffic. ‘Thanks. You too, meat-sack!’ He pushed his seatbelt into place and asked: ‘So, where will you bring me?’ ‘Hey, it’s a surprise, okay?’ ‘What, without a blindfold?’ ‘Do you want one?’ Nines chuckled. ‘Wouldn’t be of any use anyway. I have GPS.’ ‘Damn. Technology killing romance’, Gavin sighed mockingly. ‘You think so? You love me.’ ‘You are not supposed to know that yet!’ ‘Oh, right, sorry!’

Gavin drove them towards the river and parked his car near the West RiverWalk. The GM Renaissance Center towered in the distance, but they took to the east, walking up to the promenade. As promised, the sun was already hanging deep just over the horizon, colouring the clouds overhead in every shade from red to blue and shining on the water of Detroit river. They walked past an old carousel towards the water and Nines took his hand, squeezing it with a gentle smile, trying hard to keep his skin from retracting. He didn’t want to freak him out too much on their first official date.

They stood at the railing just enjoying the view for a bit, until Nines whispered: ‘This is where you wanted to take me?’ ‘Hm? You don’t like it?’ ‘No. It’s beautiful. I like it. Just never thought you to be the guy for romantic river walks.’ ‘Hey!’ Nines laughed at the clear indignation in his voice. ‘I really like it, Gavin’, he repeated then. ‘Thank you.’ ‘You haven’t even seen the best yet!’, Gavin grinned. ‘Come on! We have to hurry, if we want to see the full sunset!’

The sun had already passed the horizon half-way, as Gavin stopped further down the river at a lighthouse illuminated by warm lights. Nines had stopped to look up to the top, being surprised as Gavin pulled him further. ‘Quit staring, we’re not here for sight-seeing!’ Nines shook his head at the barely contained excitement and let himself be pulled around a bit more. They walked around the lighthouse and sat down in between two lights on the ground. ‘Best place to watch the sunset in Detroit’, he grinned. ‘Well, at least the best one I could come up with.’

‘I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else right now’, Nines spoke softly, making Gavin blush in an instant. ‘Oh, stop it’, Gavin snapped half-heartedly. ‘Also, you are supposed to look at the sun, dipshit!’ ‘Why would I?’, Nines chuckled. ‘I have you.’ ‘Okay, how should I find a good moment to admit my undying love to you when you keep out-sapping me?’, the man complained. ‘Could you please shut up for a bit?’ Nines huffed but complied. He didn’t fail to wrap his arm around the man and lean back against the lighthouse.

They stayed silent until the sun had set completely, and Gavin sighed deeply. ‘Nines? I wanted to tell you for quite some time now. I love you.’ The android swallowed at the gentle honesty that was so much different to the sentence uttered at the precinct’s breakroom. ‘I love you, too’, he answered and pulled Gavin close. ‘You can’t believe how much I love you.’ ‘At least as much as I do?’ ‘I guess.’

They stayed until the stars came out, at least the ones you could see over Detroit. Nines noticed, how Gavin huddled closer with every passing hour and sighed. ‘Did you leave your jacket in the car again?’, he teased ‘How dare you assume such things?’, Gavin exclaimed. ‘I didn’t even bring it in the first place.’ Nines laughed at that. ‘Yeah, that’s how I know my human.’ He quickly took off his coat and wrapped it around the protesting human. ‘Nines what are you- ‘Shut up, you are cold, you idiot. You lived for longer than I did, when will you learn?’ ‘I was excited, okay? I had bigger things to worry about than my jacket!’ ‘Good thing your love is an android, hmm?’ Nines said and let the human lean against his side. And if he deliberately overheated for a bit to keep Gavin warm, well, no one would notice. They stayed there, close to each other watching the stars until Gavin started to yawn and get sleepy. Only then they got up and walked back to their car to drive home.

After all, it had been good to be exposed by Hank and Connor, Nines thought. Otherwise it may have taken far too long until they would have done this.

#detroit become human #dbh #Reed900 #Gavin Reed #RK900 #Let's just all agree Cyberlife tower doesn't exist here okay?#I didn't just forget it's and Belle Isles' existence while gushing over how this is the perfect location for romantic stuff to happen #river? check. Old cute carussel? check. Lighthouse?! Hell yes that's a check.#But sorry on google maps it looks super depressing. Who on earth builds a permanent gate around a carussel? I get its vandalism but #it just looks depressing

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mrrodriguezvstheworld · 4 years ago

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School’s Out

“Mr. Rodriguez can you report to the office immediately.”

“Mr. Rodriguez can you please report to the office immediately.”

What did this these people want from me? The way Miss. K said the announcement I knew it couldn’t be too good. It was 3:30 and my mind was long gone from this place. I had already put on my coat was ready to get on out of this shit hole. The snow was coming down hard and the sunlight was running thin. My car’s heat didn’t work and I was low on gas. I had too many miles on my tires. This was the last thing I needed.

These people down in the office are really going to talk to me about showing a movie. It’s the last day before Christmas Break. Nobody is ever in the holiday spirit around here. I wanted to think optimistically about it, but I knew this was my death sentence. I would probably get in an argument with my bosses. Per usual I would flutter away at any confrontation with my bosses. At this point I didn’t care anymore. They needed me more than I needed them. I could just quit. Teachers are a dying breed.

This place is a prison and the intercom just let me know I had a hot date with the warden.

“Sup dude, you in trouble?”

“Well I certainly hope not. I think I got busted for showing a movie. Hey, do me a favor and hit the light on our way out. My hands are full with these quizzes. I got some easy grading coming my way buddy. I gave the quiz out yesterday because I knew nobody would be here. I even gave an extra two points if they showed up today . I swear these little fuckers never come to school. Who is watching these kids? However, 5th hour pulled it off. Perfect scores. I swear I should teach the gifted in the burbs. Make some money Let’s get out of here. Even that dipshit Lopez tried for one.”

“Nice dude. You showed a movie? That’s risky man. Johnson might tear into you for that one. Nobody was here today though. Can’t blame ya. Let me get the door. Can you believe this freaking snow? We have to be careful getting home.”

Mr. Dushvitch was a good guy. A little too left leaning of a European, but a good guy. He had half a brain. He wasn’t like most of these so called educators who can’t command a classroom. This guy had the gift. He could work the room. He taught back in Albania for a brief time period. He was pretty tough. A real street kid. He knew I was in trouble. That’s why he stopped by my classroom. He was trying to help me out. Showing a gesture that us educators stick together. He was anti-Johnson too.

What a guy. Having Mr. Rodriguez attached to you was like committing professional suicide. I was pretty radical when I spoke out against Johnson. Anyone who stuck around for a little while to grade knew that announcement didn’t sound too good.

He walked me down to the office so kindly as we made small talk about the holiday. The walls of our school were bare.

They never gave the poor art teacher her own classroom. She ended up quitting earlier this month. She had to go from class to class with this giant cart full of supplies carrying all the student’s artwork. It was sick. Mrs. Johnson didn’t want to fund a classroom for art. Rather build a computer room that’s still not done 15 months later . That poor art teacher. Picking up all those papers that flew around when she was moving that god forsaken crate finally broke the camel’s back tore her to shreds.

“Well it looks like this is my stop. Hey man, I want to let you know you have a good holiday. Shoot me a call during the week. Let’s get a drink.”

“Sound good Rodriguez, take care.”

I then turned around and set my milk crates full of papers on the floor in front of the principal’s office. I was pretty pissed off. I had to be. I dropped the creates just enough so they could hear a THUD. Fuck them. They know I work hard for these kids.

They know I don’t have time for this little crap. I have important things to do. I needed about 2 cigarettes, a blunt, and some alcohol. The thought of looking at Johnson and her snake like ways were giving me a headache.

“Mr. Rodriguez, would you like me to let Mrs. Johnson know you are here”.

“Take your time Miss. K. I know you’re busy ”.

I liked to smile and wink at Miss. K. She was just super nice. As cute as a button. Her smile made you smile. She was aging but she definitely took great care of herself. She was a good mom. She brought her kids around to the school a couple times. Sweet little boy and girl.

“Mrs. Johnson, Mr. Rodiguez is here to see you.”

“You ready for this snow Miss K?”

“Oh gosh no. It’s too cold”

“Send Mr. Rodiguez into my office immediately!”

“Well that’s my cue! Merry Christmas!”

I took a deep breath as I prepared myself to walk into that God forsaken office. Johnson was a big bible thumper from the south. However, she was no saint . This lady had to be the meanest lady who ever lived. I couldn’t believe how much she hated children. They must let anybody work in schools now.

Everyday before the kids walked into the building, she would be the first person the students would see. Always checking if everyone was in uniform. It was like living in Full Metal Jacket. These poor kids didn’t care about a dress code at 6:50 in the morning and would be scattered all over the office. Johnson gave out morning detentions for dress codes violations. Thus, so students would accumulate tardies to first hour which would lead to suspensions. Tardies were a massive problem at the school. Johnson was not only an evil tyrant , but she was incompetent.

I never saw Johnson help a kid solve a math problem. Not once!

She was a tall figure that wore expenses glasses with dark lenses. She drove a brand new Cadillac every six months. Her hair was curly and it reminded me of Medusa . She had a sharp tongue. You always had to be on your game around her. Even on your best game, it’s still her rules . You always lost.

I learned to act aloof. She didn’t like that. She wanted ALL my attention.

I opened the door and there it was. A gang up session. There was Mrs. Johnson, Mrs. Ramirez, and Ms. Castillo. Johnson was sitting behind her desk with the verbal whipping chair that stood right across from her. Poor kids probably got chewed out by her. The kids just needed someone nice. Not mean. That’s what people don’t get about kids. Just be nice.

Castillo and Ramirez were sitting at the table to the side on their phones. They wanted to leave and were playing the aloof game. Those two only took those jobs to make more money than us teachers. They used to be one of us. They had families to support. Most of us couldn’t afford children of our own. Johnson was being a grinch on Christmas. Her husband probably isn’t hitting it right to be honest. She was so wound up all the time. She needed to decompress.

I can’t stand this place. Always wanting to insult my intelligence! Now they want to try and ruin my holiday. The weed was calling my name even more.

“What is this meeting regarding?”

“Just sit down we want to talk to you.”

“Well, it’s about your recent actions in the classrooms”

“What actions?”

“You are here because you are being disciplined for being out of uniform. This is unacceptable . You have been warned numerous times about wearing jeans without a school shirt. Take a seat!”

Out of uniform? I thought to myself. I wore jeans and a nice red sweater. I was looking nice today. I wasn’t overdue for a haircut. I always try to keep it professional . My students appreciated me taking pride in my appearance. I never wore those ugly t-shirts they had made for us. I won’t conform to the prison uniform. Let’s keep it professional.

I was always getting ganged up by women in this place. It’s how it goes for us guys in this field. Especially if you’re like me. I was used to it by now. I was young and free. Maybe they were just jealous? I didn’t care about them at all outside of these walls.

These poor older women I thought to myself. They were miserable. They mostly acted like girls not women . They were just as bad as the students. Not true educators. Gossiping all the time and making something out of nothing. Now Queen Bee was letting her crumbling kingdom and her disciples know that she couldn’t let Mr. Rodriguez walk out before Christmas clean.

I would just play it cool like usual. No need to make a fuss.

“Oh this thing? Yeah, I didn’t have time to do my laundry last night and I didn’t want to wear anything dirty. I figured this sweater could suffice. I do apologize”.

“You always seem to be conveniently forgetting to do laundry Mr. Rodriguez.”

She was giving more more bait. I knew better.

“Yeah, I’m a pretty busy guy. Is there anything else? I’m trying to get some grub.”

“That’ll be all”

I walked out of there faster than you could believe. Like a fox moving in silence I slid through the halls and out the door to my car.

I was whistling Cocaine by Eric Clapton in the parking lot as some six graders were waiting for the bus. I could smell the weed in my car as I opened the door.

She don't lie,

she don't lie,

Cocaine.

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Don't you dare to forget about me (Sriracha, Part 14.)

Description: A problematic college student gets the worst summer job of the ‘83 - Jim Hopper, the Chief of police in your hometown will have you as his secretary since his old lady Flo has two months lasting holiday. It was agreed so Hopper could let you far away from all the trouble.

Part Summary: Nine days and eight days flew by way sooner than you expected. It was time to say goodbye.

A/N: Yeah, I know, I know, you're screaming DON'T YOU (FORGET ABOUT ME) IS 1985. You know what? IT MAY BE, BUT I LIKE SO SHTTHFCK UP AND READ THE DAMN CHAPTER. Also, a bit of good old angst at the end of the chapter, because Hopper is a big attention whore and a man-baby.

Word count: 2.1 K

Tagging: @nemodoren @creedslove

Master list: H E R E

Most of the time, besides packing your stuff and cleaning up the things that remained in your room, you really were alongside Hopper - whether you decided to go on a short weekend hike or slept over at his place during the week, you never really let him go off your sight. When you weren't together, you called him to the office, asking him about total bullshit.

You both knew that the day would come, and it indeed hurt. But Hopper somehow managed to occupy your mind with other things, fucking included.

Once, when he was in a really great mood, you laid down on his bed, snuggling to his side, while he read you a book about detectives. He really loved them and read tons of them, no matter how hard was to believe it. When he didn't surprise you with a reading session, you cooked while dancing around to some songs from your beloved mixtape and one time, he brought a camera they had in the office. Why?

You almost screamed when he opened up the door, taking a picture of you while you were showering. He leaned his shoulder into the doorframe and waved with the Polaroid photo, while you looked at him with pure confusion.

"What do you think you're doing? Jesus, that's weird!" - You continued with your showering, letting Hopper watch you. It was fairly normal to have a conversation while one of you was taking a shower with the other one standing in the doorframe - but you never took a photo of him.

There was no time for talking when you were in the shower together, though. Hopper really made sure that every second's counting and he really proved you that he said what he meant - you were about to remember that summer until the day you die.

"I'm just makin' sure I won't forget any of this." - Jim answered with a naughty smile, looking at the photo, a furrow replacing the smile. - “Hey, would you mind turnin' at me a bit more, I only have half of your boobs here.” - He asked, making you laugh, splashing water at him. But you did turn around, showing him what he wanted to see.

Jim made a whole album out of your naughty photos and he promised, swore on his Chief position, that he won't ever show any of them to anyone. You believed him - so that was why he took a load of them in the last few days you were staying in Hawkins - you liked most the one when you were taking a swim in the quarry, the sun was shining and you were half-turned at him with a soft smile, while he was smoking on the terrace. He had a photo of you in an unbuttoned shirt sitting on his lap, you biting your lip, he took a photo of your ass in denim shorts when you were leaning forward in the Bloomington grocery shop.

To say it simply, this man had the camera ready all the time - and when he hadn't got the camera by his side, he was waving a polaroid photo. And every time he looked at the photo with that naughty smile of his, you knew that Aiden was right. No matter how hard you tried to deny everything, you were really falling in love with that tough guy.

The last day was the most crucial - mom, Aiden and you moved all of the boxes into Aiden's car. It was his until you were leaving for college. That was how the deal sounded like, and your brother was struggling with worse things than his car being taken away. This was also one of the moments when you knew that he won't be rude to you.

You were leaving two hours earlier, so you could visit Hopper at his cabin before you will ride out of Hawkins for a long time. When you hugged your mom, you felt strangely numb, counting down every minute in your head. It was soon to be over and that terrified you. Those fourteen days, each and every one of them... That was something out of the world.

You were worried sick for Jim as well. Once you leave, he won't have a shoulder to cry on when his nightmares wake him, he won't have anyone to talk to, it will be just like before you had a chance to show him that the world might not be as bad as he thought the whole time.

As soon as you leave, you knew that Hopper won't stay clean for too long - he may try for a week or two, he even promised to give you a call from time to time, but when he realizes that you'll be coming back on Halloween that was more than a month away, he will fall into the pit once more.

With a sigh, you let Aiden hug you as well.

“No matter how much I hate you, you'll be missed, you ugly witch.” - He whispered to you, lifting you up from the ground. Then he put you back on the ground. - “You're sure that leaving is what you want?”

“I can't let go of such a ridiculous scholarship.” - You hugged him one last time, closing your eyes this time. - “I'll miss you there too, dipshit. Keep out of any trouble, okay?” - You asked, still whispering, feeling as he nodded. You went to hug your dad with a small smile, getting a kiss on the forehead from him. When you put your seatbelts on and started the engine, your mom made you roll down your window.

“I packed you a lunch. Call me as soon as you get there, okay? Drive safe!” - She waved at you as you left the driveway. You could see her crying, which made you almost cry as well. You straightened up, waiting a bit before you turned the car around and drove to Hoppers, lighting up a cigarette. You were stressed out of your mind and you really did want to cry.

You were really leaving. And Hawkins wasn't as beautiful as it was on that evening before. You saw Steve playing football with some guys on a football ground outside - he immediately dropped the ball and ran after your car, waving at you, laughing. You honked back and at that moment, you were at the edge of crying. You knew that you're going to miss Steve as well. Jesus. Leaving your home was strange.

Hopper was standing in front of the trail even before you rolled there - you didn't even turn the engine when you saw him, you just got up and ran to him, kissing him as soon as he was in the range. You hadn't wait for anything, dragging him to bed immediately, pushing him down. Neither of you spoke out loud, you just let your bodies do the talking.

It was done thirty minutes after. You sat and started to dress as slow as you could. You knew that trail by your heart, every book he had there, every picture and painting, you remembered every one of them. You almost freaked out when Hopper threw a shirt on your head.

“What's that for?” - You took it off, looking at it closely. It was his favorite one, a flannel one of blue color with a small pocket on the left side of the chest. He wouldn't ever let himself lose it or destroy it, he loved this shirt. He got it from Sara as a Christmas gift - and now, it was time to give to someone who meant almost everything to him at that time. - “Jim, stop. You'll be sorry later if you give me this shirt.” - You sighed and threw it back, kneeling down to tie your laces.

“What should I be sorry for?” - Hopper asked, watching you only in his old sweats. He wasn't in a good mood, oh boy, he was everything but in a good mood. He didn't want you to go, it just wasn't fair. Seeing you again two months from that moment? What on Earth has he done to anyone to deserve this?

"Because you'll give me this, but I'll leave nonetheless. What if you figure out that I was only a summer thing? Huh?" - You stood up, fetching him the shirt, putting it directly on his chest. - "You better keep this."

"That's everythin' it was for you? A fuckin' summer thing?" - Hopper repeated after you, clearly not understanding a shit you tried to tell him. You opened up your mouth, looking him in the eyes.

“Are you trying to play the blaming game with me?” - You asked slowly, walking through the door frame, not even touching him.

“I ain't the one who's leaving, you know?” - Jim asked slowly. Oh, you were about to argue. Great. Just fucking great. At least you wouldn't have to worry about visiting him on Halloween. There won't be anyone to visit.

“Grow the fuck up. You knew we had the last two weeks, I gave them to you. And I'm happy I did.” - You turned at him in the kitchen, picking up all the things you knocked over when you dragged him to bed while kissing him hungrily. - “Don't make me regret all of this.”

“Why shouldn't you? It was only a summer thing, wasn't it?” - Jim mocked you, following you through the trail. You were both hurting at that moment and this was the way you both chose to lift off the pain off your chests. A heated argument was all you needed.

“I haven't even said that, for fuck's sake!” - You yelled at him for the first time with tears in your eyes. - “I'm sorry I'm ruining your personal bubble, but I will leave today whether you like or not, Jim Hopper. Grow up and be the man!” - You ran out of the trail, closing the door furiously, walking to your started car. Why it was so fucking hard to leave? Why was Hopper making it even harder? It took a moment before you lit up the cigarette with your shaky fingers, but in the end, you stood there, smoked and cried.

“I knew you'll leave.” - He started off behind your back. You were so caught up in being angry that you hadn't even noticed Jim walking off the trail. He was still playing with the blue flannel shirt. He was mumbling, looking down on the shirt. - “But it didn't make things easier. Not even a bit.” - He finished and for a while, you were just drying off the tears and calming yourself down so your answer him.

“It really didn't.” - You agreed and let him hug you for a while. When you felt his hands on your hips, you just closed your eyes and threw the lit up cigarette on the ground, closing your eyes as you nuzzled your head into his neck. You were silent, there was only the radio in your car playing quietly.

“You're plannin' on coming back here, don't you?” - Jim asked after a while. You straightened up in his arm, catching his face in your palms, nodding while leaning him down for a kiss.

“You're not planning on forgetting all of this, don't you?” - You asked back, still smoothing the crook of his neck slowly. With a smile, he shook his head and kissed your forehead while bringing you into an even tighter, longer hug. And when you felt that you really need to go, he covered you in the shirt.

“Are you sure?” - You asked, putting it on properly. Jim didn't want to talk, to he only nodded. He watched as you sat down behind the steering wheel and doing your seatbelt before closing the door, rolling the window down, letting him lean into it.

“See ya.” - You whispered before letting him kiss you one last time. Then he nodded, patted the top of your car and watched you leaving while waving at you the whole time.

And with that, you really were leaving Hawkins for a long, long time.

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