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nburkhardt · 1 year

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Somebody Loves You, You Got a Friend (part 7)

Other parts: one, two, three, four, five, six

We’re back again! The start takes place immediately after the last part & more time jumping lol. I guess trigger warning for breast feeding? Tho it’s not that detailed really 🤷‍♀️ better to be safe ✌️ (quick reminder: this is a slice of life, nearly no plot type of fic)

Any sort of tension he got was wiped away simply by pulling into the driveway. As he opens the front door he’s met with Eleanor crying, following the sound he finds Steve making a beeline for Eleanor.

“You good?” He steps closer to the omega, “Ellie good?”

Steve whips his head around and grins before pulling Eleanor up to him, “just a little tired. She’s just upset I had to use the bathroom”

He laughs, “you eat today?”

Steve turns red in a second and that’s all Eddie needs to know. He pulls the omega close and leads him to the kitchen, “Stevie, we gotta work on this!”

Instead of his original plan of cuddling up to Steve and Eleanor in bed, he pulls out all the stuff to make grilled cheese. He hears the omega start to hum, turning he sees Steve in the chair with his shirt pushed up enough to guide Eleanor to his chest and her immediately latching on to drink.

He manages to not burn the shit out of the two sandwiches, placing one in front of Steve and dumping a bag of chips on both their plates. They eat in a comfortable silence, that’s only filled with Steve’s soft hum.

They hear the front door open and Steve pulls his shirt down and over Eleanor, only losing tension when he hears his mom, “Boys!”

They smile at her, and she placed a kiss on both their heads, “Stevie, you don’t have to keep ruining your shirts like this” she doesn’t bother waiting, just pulls the shirt back up and rubs a hand against Eleanor’s head. They continue to chat while she makes herself something to eat.

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Weeks go by and Eddie swears the kids he picked up are more nerdy than him and something entirely different. He’ll catch them talking about weird shit and immediately shut up when someone else passes them.

He unfortunately sees Nancy way too often, she being the kids’ ride more times than not. She attempted to talk to him all of once and he shot it down almost immediately with, “I’ll be honest, Wheeler. I don’t really care much for you, we can tolerate each other for your brother. But we don’t need to be friends, okay?”

She only nods and he doesn’t smell her frustration, just sees it on her face.

It’s three months into school and Eleanor’s going to be four months, when he and Steve decide to bring in their other friends into the know. It’s not just that, but also Steve’s getting restless with staying home.

He said once Eleanor is no longer nursing, he’d look for a job.

(“I just don’t feel like going back and forth, I know mom can watch her but-“

Eddie smiles and nods, looking down at Eleanor sleeping in his arms. “You don’t have to explain it to me, Stevie.” )

So, that brings them to today. They’re out at Gareth’s house, his parents out for the weekend and closest to their home. Steve has Eleanor in her car seat still, and Eddie has a backpack on his shoulder as he knocks on the door.

It’s Gareth that opens the door and smiles, “hey guys,” he spies the car seat, “come on, bet she doesn’t want to stay in there”

Once inside, Steve makes quick work at getting Eleanor out and into his arms. “The guys here already?”

Gareth just nods, “I told them that you were coming and that you both had something to tell them, I think they’ve been listening to the dumb rumors and think you really did mate with each other” he rolls his eyes, “but I mean,”

He points at Eleanor and then raises an eyebrow at Eddie’s arm pulling Steve closer, “this doesn’t help”

Steve rolls his eyes, “we can’t, my mom and Wayne told us that when we’re eighteen and both out of high school, then we can” he pouted and felt Eddie press a kiss to his temple, “let’s go, before Ellie gets fussy”

They follow Gareth, who laughed at the couple. It’s not a long walk and right before they get into the room, the rest of the guys are laughing and right as they’re spotted the laughter stops.

“Dude, am I high or is Steve holding a baby?” - Jeff

“If you’re high, then I’m high because holy fuck that’s a baby!” - Grant

Gareth rolls his eyes, Eddie and Steve are laughing. The others are still staring dumbfounded. Then, Eleanor makes it all too real and lets out a whine.

“Dumbasses, you aren’t high. That is a baby” Gareth finally says, then turns a raised eyebrow at the couple, “better start talking, lovebirds”

They roll their eyes, Steve rocking Eleanor gently before they head to the empty couch, “This is Eleanor” he says and stares at all of them, “She’s the reason I left Hawkins high early”

They nod, clearly listening and Grant points between them with a clear question of “your’s?” Without saying it.

Eddie nods, “She wasn’t planned- I went to Stevie’s house one day when he skipped and well, we spent his heat together”

“Is- is she why you’re together?” Jeff frowns at them, “or were you already together?”

They shake their heads, Eddie slipped his hand into Steve’s and brings it up to his lips, pressing a kiss to his hand. It makes their friends to roll their eyes and smile, “we were dancing around each other for a while. But we got together after we spent his heat together- before we knew about Eleanor”

“I felt like shit for a month, my mom made me take a test.” Steve took over, squeezing Eddie’s hand, “had a doctor really confirm it, I told Eddie a few weeks later”

After that, Eleanor got wiggly and Steve finally let her down on a blanket and all the boys were on the floor with her, holding toys for her to play with or wiggling their fingers for her to grab. Steve laughed and Eddie was smiling, it worked out and they’re so glad their friends are loyal and happy for them.

Eleanor already has all of them wrapped around her finger.

——— A Week Later ———

Eddie groaned as he dropped at their lunch table, he was exhausted. Eleanor being fussier than normal for the last two days. Steve is just as exhausted, if not more. The only one not exhausted was Eleanor somehow.

“Dude. What’s wrong with you?”

Eddie groaned again before shifting to look at who spoke, finding the little freshmen he picked up. “I’m tired”

Dustin raises his eyebrow, dropping next to him and he hopes the kid really doesn’t poke him. He’s saved a little by Grant, “You good Eddie?”

He shrugged, “just tired, think we can move Friday’s session? I think she’s sick”

The freshmen look confused, while Grant nods, “I hope it’s not from any of us, I swear we only just met her and I’m sure one of us would die for her”

Eddie grins, “she’s like that”

Before the freshmen can ask who they’re talking about, Gareth sits next to him with a smile, “who’s like what? What are we talking about?”

“Gotta move the session this week, Ellie’s sick”

That’s said right as Jeff sits down with the other freshman, “don’t tell me it was us!”

Eddie shrugs, “we’re not sure- Janet thinks we’re overreacting.” He lays his head back on the table pillowed on his arms, “wake me before the bell”

In the back of his head he knows the freshmen are confused and he might’ve spilled too much.

We’re gonna stop there for now, even though I’m using the read more option again I still don’t want to make the parts too long, ya know? Anyway, again this is more slice of life, no plot. I mean I still add it in a litttttle but it’s nearly nothing. Next time we do a quick pov change (it’ll be Gareth’s!) and it’ll take place directly after this (with a day skip too)

If you have any ideas for this, you’re welcome to share them!! I can add it in or write more!! (This is in general btw, you can always send me prompts!!)

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mariasabanahabanabana · 2 years

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Wait... what?

Pairing: Joel Miller x Tess Servopoulos x Adopted!Daughter!Reader x Ellie Williams.

Summary: Your innocence and naivety almost ended up getting you and Ellie into serious trouble.

A/N: I know I've said it before, but, not all of my fics will follow the chronological order of the story, nor will they be as faithful to their origins, I mean, in certain aspects, but not all of them.

Warnings: Slight mention of topics such as stalking, farting, and kidnapping… (Don't worry, I won't go into them too much).

Spanish version available here

If there was something that kept surprising and at the same time disappointing (in an ironic way) both you and Ellie, it was the fact that despite being at the end of the hell of the world, schools still existed, it was mandatory to attend them, homework was still as or worse complicated and of course, taking classes that probably wouldn't help you at all, well, this would depend on what you would do in the future if there was one, to begin with.

A thought that deep inside Joel, as well as Tess, Tommy, Maria, or Marlene supported, but that none of them dared to admit out loud so as not to discourage you. With the exception of Tommy, who once when you called him for help with your trigonometry homework scoffed at the usefulness of the assignment. "I'll tell you something kiddo, in all this time I've been surviving the damn apocalypse I have never used tangents or anything like that and if I'm honest, I don't know how knowing that could help me defend myself against a clicker, anyway, where were we at?"

Yeah, maybe after that Joel "forbade" you girls from asking his younger brother for help with Homework.

Anyway, today was their first day of classes and both you and Ellie couldn't find yourselves more terrified and at the same time fascinated by the subjects to be studied in the following months.

Luckily for you, your classes were over, and possibly Ellie's too, you didn't have too much homework, and with the minimal homework that came to you or became complicated, you could help each other, although, thinking better of it, you couldn't. Since you and Ellie were not good at the practical part of the science, the best thing to do would be to go to Marlene or Tess.

Bored of waiting alone and standing in the middle of the hallway for Ellie, your friend and non-biology sister, you decided to go out to distract yourself for a while, a situation that would not be a problem given your extreme curiosity, naivety, which sometimes led you to peculiar situations, not to say problematic, just like right now.

When Ellie finally got out of her last class, the first thing she did was to look for you, not finding you in the library or in the cafeteria, she assumed you would be in the garden at the entrance, and so it was. There you were, standing there talking with a couple that clearly was twice your age, something that Ellie found strange at the time since the social circle of both was similar, simply put, and judging by how well she had known you, she knew that you were an orphan of parents and probably of a family as well. For all these reasons Ellie was surprised to see you talking so animatedly with those strangers.

As she got closer, something inside her told her that they were in danger and that they should get away from there and them now.

"Hey (Y/N), 'til I find you, Joel just called me and said not to be late, as we're on patrol today and making dinner." In a subtle and casual manner, she puts her arm around your arm in an attempt to get you to walk.

"What? Again? But we had to cook at this weekend… That old grumpy bastard".

"Yeah well, you know how old man is… we'd better hurry up." As Ellie said this, she could see the way that old couple was staring at you. It was a bit awkward and uncomfortable.

"'Kay…" You turned to your "new friends." "It was nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Weinsptein… I hope you manage to find your puppy…"

Before you could even take the first step, suddenly your hand was grabbed by The Husband, stopping you abruptly. "Don't you girls like us to take you home?

"Oh really? that would be fantastic…" Before you could even respond Ellie interrupted you.

"Don't worry, we'll be fine, besides our father is coming for us…"

Confused by your friend's recent attitude and words, you looked at her with a raised eyebrow, since Joel wasn't the kind of person who usually picked you up or dropped you off at school.

"Actually, I think he just got here… but thanks…" Without looking back, Ellie pulled you towards her, causing the old man's grip on your hands to loosen.

Even though you were far away from that couple and probably halfway back home, Ellie never let go of your hand, it was not a grip like the previous one that the man had given you, this was a soft, delicate touch, one that gave you a sense of confidence and security.

"So… How was your first day? Joel asked.

Again, Joel was not the kind of person who used to take too much interest in the lives of others, but as time went by his heart softened and opened up to the two of you.

"Oh it was definitely a day we won't forget" you replied with a smile as you took a bite of your food.

"And that? That bad was it?" Now it was Tess who was interested in the course of the conversation and your day.

"Not at all…or well, not as such since we're almost adopted."

"What." A dismayed Joel and Tees asked in unison, to which Ellie immediately corrected you.

"Actually we're almost kidnapped."

"Oh, okay…and how about the homew…? Wait, how?" For the second time in record time, Joel and Tess's reaction was once again simultaneous, the only difference being that Tess was half a mouthful of meat.

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purplemninja · 2 years

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Little Nightmares: Six's Shield - Complete series

This is the master post for the full and complete ‘Six’s Shield’ series. The link above will allow you to see and select the following instalments to pick to read:

I picked this as the overall theme song for the series:

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Each also have an achievement in them. No prizes or anything but simply for fun, can you name all of them? Mono’s past has an achievement at the end too, but it doesn’t count since it’s not a part of the series for obvious reasons.

Trivia/fun facts about the series:

I'm cutting it here because it contains spoilers for anyone who hasn't read any of the fics.

Six’s past was originally going to be the only fanfic I wrote

Originally, this wasn’t going to be a series or have other instalments, it was initially going to be just ‘Six’s past’ and none of the other instalments, which is why I was saying that people know what happens to Six afterwards if they've seen or played all of the games and comics at the end. But thankfully, I made these chapter title cards as I was nearing finishing ‘Six’s past’, and so I considered making the following instalment, ‘Six’s path’ and did make it, and then gradually decided to make the other four instalments real too. And thus, the Six’s Shield series came into reality. I’ll bet people are glad I made this choice instead of making it be just Six’s past. And in doing so it also made it so that I wrote a backstory for Mono too, even though it isn’t a part of the series since having a Mono-focused fic being part of a Six-focused series wouldn’t make sense.

The different terms I used for Mono's and Six's parents. And the reasons for the names I game them.

You may not have noticed this, but I referred to Mono's parents as his 'mum' (or 'mom' for US readers because I'm in the UK) and 'dad', while Six's parents are referred to as her 'mother' and 'father'. The treatment they give them explains why.

I also gave them their names for different reasons. I've seen a few LN posts on Tumblr that contain what real name those posters would give to Mono and Six if they had real names. One them said that they'd have 'Margaret' be Six's name, though I personally don't agree I decided to give that name to Mono's mother in 'Mono's past'. And in another post by someone else I've seen that the names 'Ellie' and 'Milo' be Six and Mono's names respectively. I forgot it being 'Milo' for Mono until I saw the post again and thought it was 'Marco'. I used that as Mono's dad's name and decided to stick to it even after I saw that it actually say 'Milo' and not 'Marco'.

And I'm not sure how I feel about Six's real name being 'Ellie', but I decided to give that name to Six's mother. As for Six's father's name, I was initially going to have Six's parents be nameless, but when I gave Mono's parents name when I started writing his backstory, I decided to give Six's parents names too. I was unsure what name to give Six's father, but as I was writing 'Into the Maw' (the last part of Six's Shield) I decided to look up male Japanese names (Japanese because I'm pretty sure that LN takes place in Japan, even if it doesn't Six definitely has East Asian racial features) and found the name 'Keisuke', which the website said means 'save' in Japanese, and I decided to use this because in his last moment of life that's what he did to Six, he saved her.

I've also seen a post by @queen0fm0nsterz where she suggests that Six's real name would be 'Miharu', which is Japanese for 'Kindness' and 'Distant'. Though I'd keep Six's name as 'Six' I find this one quite fitting because it's Japanese (and I'm pretty sure that Six is Japanese too) and the words 'kindness' and 'distant' do indeed describe some of Six's traits.

Why did I name the series ‘Six’s Shield’?.

There are multiple reasons why I named the series this, here they are:

1- I didn’t know what else to name it, plus I like the alliteration of it.

2- This one is the main reason: I’ve heard of a DLC for Dark Souls called ‘Sif’s Shield’ and I found the name a bit catchy. I let my imagination run wild when imagining a DLC for Little Nightmares 2 and came up these to serve as the gaps between each of the actual games and letting us see Very Little Nightmares and Little Nightmares 2 through Six’s perspective. To let us get a bigger story about Six, who is probably the most interesting character of the canon series, even though chances are that this stuff isn’t canon.

3- It also kind of serves as a bit of a metaphor, because a shield is obviously used for defence, and part of this series' point is to defend Six, at least in the 'Through her eyes' instalment. Because David Mervik did say that the part where she drops Mono is different in her perspective compared to Mono's and ours, so I made 'Through her eyes' to offer a take on her perspective of that event. But I felt that it's important to include everything that lead up to that as well, such as her bonding to Mono, him not being able to help her when the Thin Man takes her, and the pain that his destroying the music box caused her most especially, which the LN Twitter said twice is what caused her to drop him. As well as the tough situation she was in when she holds him on that ledge, as she's just been tortured by someone who she risked her own life for several times (as did he for her), tried to prevent him from releasing the Thin Man who tore something (Shadow Six) out her, she still was friendly with him despite that, she wasn't given a moment to take it all in when he breaks the music box because the flesh walls began chasing them immediately afterwards and everything was still collapsing around and above her on that. She was put through so much in a short amount of time that I'm pretty sure that it was too much for her (I'm not justifying her dropping Mono, just explaining it).

So I guess you could say for this instalment that the series' name is slightly saying 'In Six's defence', because ignoring the little spins of my own that I put on things that probably aren't canon (such as Six's theme reminding Six of her mother, and Six's transformation into Monster Six being a slow, gradual process like Mono's into Thin Man's (though not as long)) the events of the entire game would look vastly different from Six's POV, as in the game (Mono's POV) we can see Six's pain as he breaks the music box but we're often more focused on destroying the music box. Though I have seen a least two people say that it hurts them to see Six's pain in that part in the game. And thus, in my fic (therefore Six's POV) Mono turning her back is mentioned, but the pain (physical, emotional and psychological) that Six goes through is the main focus - she is the one on the receiving end of the torture after all.

But the stuff before that is important too, such as her bonding to Mono, her risking her own life to help him a few times, looking at Mono in surprise for a second when he burns the Doctor, him not being able to help her when Thin Man takes her, and her still being willing to share her escapism (the music box) with him at first in the tower despite that. We can see her doing this in-game, but the game doesn't focus on it, because it portrays Mono's perspective (who has been described as being single minded in his bio), whereas my fic puts more attention on those things since it's through Six's perspective. I think you get what I mean by now with it defending Six.

A little trick I found to add some immersion to the part where Mono fights Monster Six in 'Through her eyes', and possibly even make that part in the game itself feel differently.

'Old friends anew' from the LN2's soundtrack is what plays during the fight against Monster Six in the game, where Six's pain can be seen but Mono saving her is more focused on, which I take is his perspective of the situation. But since 'Through her eyes' is showing Six's perspective of the situation with Mono saved her being mentioned by her pain being focused on instead, I'm certain that Six's feelings would be different to Mono's, and I found a piece of music that probably illustrates that quite well. It even circles back to one of the reasons for naming the series 'Six's Shield' because it's Sif's theme from Dark Souls' soundtrack. And I believe that it's best played as you read the fight against Monster Six in the fic, beginning the music when Monster Six gets angry when Mono strikes the first blow to the music box. I've only recently discovered that you can add links in AO3 and learned how to do it and added links to the respective places in all of my fics.

I'd even say that if you play this during that part of the actual game (also beginning it when Monster Six turns hostile after the first blow to the music box), then the fight would feel a lot more different.

Here is the music if you want to try it out (heads up that it gets a bit loud suddenly at certain points):

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A bunch of the stuff in this series is heavily inspired by Elder Scrolls stuff

I've only played Skyrim and ESO, but I've looked at the UESP wiki and watched many Elder Scrolls lore videos to get to know a lot of lore outside of those two games as well, and I've taken heavy inspiration from it for some stuff in this series (and one in Mono's past as well). The whole thing of a cult that serves the eye and sacrifices people to distort the world for their master is from the main quest of ESO, the eye only being able to claim the souls of those who worship it or are sacrificed to it is from how Daedric Princes work in TES, the (though slightly altered) wording of Pelinal's Whitestrake's last warning to Morihaus is also used as Mono's dad's last warning in 'Mono's past'. And most prominently, most of the nightmares that Six has in the series are from the Vampire nightmares in TES Morrowind and Oblivion (though changed a bit to fit with the LN universe):

Number 4 is Six's nightmare of her being pulling into the flesh wall by her mother and them both being consumed by the flesh wall in 'Six's past'.

Number 5 is Six's nightmare after she eats some of a dead mouse in 'Lost girl'.

And number 7 is Six's nightmare at the beginning of the second chapter of 'Lost girl'

All of the other nightmares that Six has in the series I came up with myself, though the one she has at the start of 'Through her eyes' is more to fit with the games' theme of each game starting with the protagonist having a prophetic nightmare of a future event.

Lastly, most of the puzzles in the first chapter of 'Into the Maw' are also straight from some of the Elder Scrolls games, with the exception of the blue paint lines puzzle, which is from Ao Oni. The armillary sphere puzzle is from the Skyrim quest 'Discerning the transmundane', the flower sconce puzzle is from the quest 'The Maelmoth mysterium' from Elder Scrolls Online (Greymoor DLC), and the buttons in the second employee lounge puzzle is from the Skyrim quest 'Lost to the ages' (Dawnguard DLC).

Some secret details I put in some of my chapter art pieces.

If there's one thing that people on the internet know me for, it's my attention to detail. I've put this in some of my chapter art of the series too:

I designed Six's bedroom to look like Monster Six's room in the Signal Tower (And yes, I copy and and pasted a number of things when making the second image) Also the design of the dress that Six is wearing in the second image (she looks that way because of the fantasy that the Tower put her in) is from Jomark's Cabaug's Monix mini movie (I'm not into shipping though), just without shoes. (Also can you see the tear stains on her face?)

I used this official png of Six in a knee-hugging-and-burying-face-in-kneecaps post when drawing Six in the last chapter card for 'Lost girl', only she's flipped horizontally, wearing the grey jumper instead of the raincoat, and she's crying.

The image of the squeamish scene with the tower preparing to corrupt Six's mind is taken straight from the TV-headed avatar from the vocaloid Gumi's song 'Echo'. I know that people associate this song more with Mono, but don't worry, @starfleetrambo already made an animation of this song with Mono.

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I'm a bit sad that the series is done now, but it was fun while it lasted. I'll finish this post with some questions for you:

What instalment of the series was your favourite and why?

Which chapter of an instalment was your favourite and why?

What was your favourite scene and why?

Which chapter art piece is your favourite and why?

Comment down below!

I'm glad to have made this series.

#Six's Shield #Six #little nightmares #little nightmares six #little nightmares fanfic #little nightmares fanart #Youtube #archive of our own #Also this post is my 60th post #Which is quite nice since it's about Six lol #60th post about a character called Six heh heh

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loverofallthingssarah · 3 years

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If Flames Could Talk

Ellie Staple x reader

Part 1

Synopsis: Reader has been accused of arson which resulted in a injury. She gets sent to a psychiatric hospital and is assigned to Ellie as a patient. Immediate attraction on Ellie’s side while reader not allowing herself to be attracted because of her hatred for being stuck there. Ellie can’t act on attraction but does she?

Warning: nothing in this chapter

Word Count: 900+

Part 2 Part 3

A/N: I don't know if my updates for this series will be as quickly as I had for If not now, when? just because my ideas for this fic aren't set in stone yet.

The circumstances that landed you into the hardships you were now facing were hazy and unclear. You couldn’t remember anything about that night, and that is a huge part of the reason why you’re in the predicament you’re in. No one saw it coming. If anyone was to describe you, it would not be a pyromaniac, arsonist, murderer, and well, that’s because you weren’t. You were a goody two shoes, straight A, rule following girl. The most out of character you’ve been in your whole life was when you came out two years ago. It was shocking to some, but that’s it. It was nowhere near the shock that shook the town when you were being pulled out of your house by police accusing you of arson and the bodily injury of a fellow classmate. Not exactly a great end to your twentieth birthday.

Since you were so young, the judge was a little more “lenient” on your sentence, if you could even call it that. How were you ever convicted since you were innocent? Over circumstantial evidence and an “eye witness” testimony from the girl who has hated your guts since the fourth grade, Andrea. If Lisa was awake and lucid to tell what happened that night, you might be free right now, but you have hope she wakes up from her coma. If only you had a clear cut alibi for that night. There were so many what ifs but nothing that kept you from getting the sentence you faced. Instead of sending you to prison for the alleged crime you did not commit off of proof they did not find, you were being sent to a psychiatric facility for treatment.

Now, you were being transported in a heavily guarded bus to the new home, Allentown State Hospital. As soon as the bus pulls up in front of the building, you shudder at the fact this will be your new home for the next however many years your assigned psychiatrist decides to keep you here. The officer beside you gets up and opens the door before he motions for you to get out. Which is a nearly impossible task considering your hands and feet are shackled together. The officer starts to get impatient while you struggle to get your footing to make it off the bus, “Hurry up, Miss L/n!”

“I’m sure you can see it’s a little hard for me to do at the moment, but since you’re clearly not going to help me, I think I’ll take my time,” you force out with all the pent of rage brewing inside you about your current predicament. He just rolls his eyes as you finally make it off the bus.

Two nurses come out of the front doors and lead you both inside. One nurse leads you to an empty room while the other leads the officer to the front desk to sign your life away. Once the proper paperwork is filled out that you made it safely to the hospital, you are finally released from your cuffs and led to a room. A little empty shell of a room, as the nurse goes over the many rules and procedures there to be followed, you zone out thinking about the next months or even years you'll be here under the watchful eyes in this hospital. This hospital is full of people with whom you don’t belong; you were not criminally insane. But they will keep you here until they deem it fit for you to return to society or if you, in your hopes, are finally brought to justice, “Miss Y/n, are you listening?”

You don’t reply but simply nod as she continues, “We will let you get settled in your room, which will be locked when you are alone. I’ll be back in an hour to bring you to your first therapy session with Dr. Staple. Once that is over, you will be returned to your room to have dinner and then brought to the community room before bedtime.”

Staring out of the bar-clad windows, you get lost in space of the neverending spiral of your mind. You can’t seem to concentrate on anything at the moment except for badly you want to be home in your bed. Living your life the way it was before, but instead, you are here stuck in a nightmare you just won’t wake up from.

It only seems like seconds have flown by before you realize that the same nurse who locked you in this room is now back to take you out, “It’s time for your first session with Dr. Staple.”

She leads you to the other side of the hospital to an office belonging to your new doctor, the one who held the metaphorical key to your release. The nurse knocks on the door, and you hear a soft “come in” from the other side of the door. The nurse beckons you in the office, “Dr. Staple, this is your new patient, Miss L/N.”

My eyes connect with a pair of inquisitive brown ones as I sit down in a seat across from her desk. She has flaming red hair that frames her soft, almost welcoming face. She is gorgeous. Under any other circumstances, you knew you would be instantly smitten with her, but the anger of being trapped in this hell hole bubbles as you hear, “Miss L/n, let’s begin.”

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comfyswitcherblanketfort · 4 years

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dearest comfy <3 what if Triss was a blacksmith AND Eskel was a blacksmith??? What then?? Enemies to lovers maybe? <3

Ellie. I love you. I love this prompt. And I love Trisskel. This is a triple threat of wonderfulness. Hopefully the fic delivers 💖💖

Warnings: no violence, some hostile Triss (mostly internal), lmao is this considered idiot and exasperated to lovers? idk you tell me, its pretty chill tbh, unless you don’t like daggers. there's lots of daggers.

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Triss was furious.

She had spent her whole life stoking a furnace, shadowing her father, sweating, suffering burn after burn and later cut after searing cut as she learned to forge all sorts of weaponry. Now, this teddy bear-shaped child was setting up shop in her courtyard?! Unacceptable. Unbelievable! She’d staked a claim on her territory for market day early. So early she hadn’t even made her first blade. Her father still had her hammering out decorative discs and fastenings for armor.

One of her customers had the audacity to call him ‘cute’ to her face.

He was no more than twenty-five, tall and stocky like most people expected of a blacksmith, but they claimed there was a softness about him. Triss remembered that softness well, before loss and responsibility really set in. What others saw as sweet, boyish charm she saw as a weakness.

She sent her assistant to assess his booth, maybe flirt and ask some questions, and was even more annoyed when they came back.

“He’s young but he’s not inexperienced. His blades are good. So is his uh… customer service.”

Triss rolled her eyes, “What kind of weapons was he selling? I don’t care about his looks. I have breasts.”

Her assistant shrugged and described his table.

That following week she put in double the hours at her workshop, put the extra flourish on every piece, perfected every detail until her arms ached and her head pounded. She often forgot to drink water, let alone eat, when she got worked up, so her assistant brought her meals.

When the next market day came, she proudly displayed her new wares.

And if she took her hair out of the usual braids and unbuttoned her blouse a bit lower than last week, who would be brave enough to point it out?

This time the newcomer had the gaul to visit her booth.

“Good morning, Miss Merigold,” he dipped in a bow of respect before she even turned around to greet him, straightening up and disarming her with a lopsided grin, “My apologies, I meant to introduce myself after last week’s market. But you were far more efficient at break-down than I.”

She wouldn’t have called him cute by a long shot. He was downright handsome.

Then she remembered they were rivals. There would be no fraternizing with the enemy.

It took her a moment to gather her wits before she responded, “Good morning. To whom do I owe the pleasure?”

She knew.

Of course she knew. But he was far better looking than she had assumed, his scars only adding to his alluring presence, and she needed to feel like she had the upper hand.

His smile grew a bit sheepish, “Eskel of the Blue Mountains. I’m your new neighbor… sort of,” he offered his hand over her table and she took it, hoping her hesitation wasn’t too obvious.

“Welcome. I hope the city is treating you well?”

“Well enough,” he acquiesced, letting go of her hand after a moment, “To be truthful, I haven’t left my forge much at all. I’m still getting used to her. But you know how that goes.”

Triss raised her eyebrows and plastered an over-polite smile on her face, “I must say I wouldn’t. I inherited my forge from my father. I learned with her. We get along quite well.”

Eskel was called by someone from his booth as he made to speak. He waved at them to wait a moment and turned back to Triss with a wink, “Well if you have any relationship advice, let me know.”

Before she could think of a polite but not too friendly response, he was gone.

She turned back to her assistant in a huff, “He’s infuriating.”

“He’s dreamy.”

“Hush,” she snapped, pointing to her sketch pad, “Hand me that. Call for me if there’s a large sale or a problem.”

She sketched and planned half the day away. But when she realized how much the materials for her plans would cost she adjusted her cleavage and left her tent. Someone had to drive the hard bargain around here, and she knew her assistant was too kind.

The next week she arrived with a beautiful set of delicate-looking throwing knives, a few different ornate daggers, and a sword fit for a king alongside her typical, practical items. However, she was seeing more than just her flowing hilt designs inlaid with etchings.

Eskel seemed to have had a similar idea.

She wandered past his booth, pretending to buy fabric from the stall next to him, and fumed. It seemed Eskel had a sharper eye than she’d anticipated. He very clearly mimicked her setup and emphasized the smaller wares like she did. He even had the same sign in three different languages about customizations and bulk orders.

This had become all out war.

When her sword sold that day she decided to finish off the dozen or so she had laying in wait for specific orders over the week. She even detailed a breastplate to match for three of them, guessing at the size in reference to the sword as best she could. As she worked she mulled over her new competition. His soft golden eyes that crinkled ever so slightly when he smiled were absolutely aggravating. At least that’s what she told herself. It was simply her competitive nature that had her fixating on this mountain of a man.

She returned the next week with a spread so large she could barely fit it on her table.

Eskel had come back with daggers inlaid with precious stones of dazzling pale blue and sparkling greys and whites. Blue Mountains indeed.

Polite customers started mumbling comparisons to themselves while the brash ones outwardly used the other stall to barter a better price. Every time Eskel was mentioned Triss would bristle, hold back a snarl, and turn on every bit of innocent charm she had.

She began leaving with a lighter cart and a challenging wink from her competition. Over the week she worked her fingers to the bone over fine details and getting the balance absolutely perfect.

After months of competition, months of uncomfortable eye contact, she finally broke when he sold a matching helmet, breastplate, and dagger to one of her most loyal customers.

“Eskel. We need to have a word,” she marched right up to his tent, hands tucked into her half apron at her waist.

He smirked, “That all?”

She glared at him, crossing her arms over her chest, “We can’t keep making the same things.”

“Pretty daggers and ceremonial armor? Why not?” he mimicked her, folding his massive arms over his own chest, leaning back against his table, making him just a little bit taller than Triss rather than the usual towering over her.

She rolled her eyes and stepped a little closer, “We’ve both done well, or I’m assuming you have, but eventually all the nobility this side of the canal will have been sold to. We’ll have saturated the market and be left with an armory full of ornate weaponry with no one to buy it.”

“Preserving the market means one gets to keep said market.”

Triss nodded but Eskel seemed unimpressed.

“And how would you suggest we settle who keeps it?” he raised an eyebrow at her and she just wanted to smack the smug look off his face. Or kiss it. She really wasn’t sure anymore.

She scrambled for a moment, not having entirely thought this through, “A competition.”

He stood to full height and sighed, “What are the terms?”

“One dagger. Same price. Whoever sells first gets the market. The other has to branch out or move.”

Eskel nodded and held his hand out, “Agreed.”

Triss went to take his hand but he gripped her forearm, his whole hand covering much of her elbow. She did her best not to think about how strong his arm felt in her grasp, how when she squeezed she felt a gentle give before she hit muscle.

He winked at her as he released his grasp and turned back to work, “See you next week Merigold.”

Triss worked on a single dagger all week.

She couldn’t get Eskel’s stupid cocky smile or his tanned arms out of her head. The way he looked down at her with that condescending smile enraged her. Her assistant claimed he looked more fond than condescending, but Triss only narrowed her eyes and shook her head. She’d been raised in the marketplace. She knew exactly how men viewed her.

In the end, her dagger looked very fitting for a man like him. Broad, sturdy, a bit curved at the tip, and simply yet elegantly decorated. She cooled it in a liquid mixture her father had made and kept secret, giving the blade a finish similar to copper, but with all the strength of steel.

If she noticed the coincidence she stubbornly ignored it.

Eskel was already set up and waiting when she arrived at the market. She spared him only a curt nod while she set up her booth as if preparing for battle.

He sauntered over to her before dawn had officially broken, blade in hand with what Triss might guess to be a nervous expression.

“Good morning, Merigold,” he cleared his throat and set the dagger currently wrapped in cloth on the table between them, “What have you for our little competition?”

Triss proudly pulled the dagger she had made from her case, handing it over by the hilt as she spoke, “Good morning, Eskel.”

He took the blade and hummed as he inspected it, whispering, “It’s beautiful...”

She wasn’t prepared for such a genuine compliment. Nor was she prepared for how much she loved hearing that word fall from his lips.

“Th-thank you.��

Eskel handed it back before unwrapping his.

Triss almost had to catch her breath. It was gorgeous, gracefully curved, a turquoise stone grip bordered by an ornate handguard. The part that really got her though was the engraving on the blade. She stepped out and around the table to catch more of the sunlight to see what it was and gasped. Little jasmine flowers were etched into the flat of the blade.

She looked up at him in awe, “Why jasmine?”

He gave her a crooked smile, rubbing the back of his neck, “You, ahm- your perfume. It is jasmine right?”

She tilted her head and really looked at him since the first time she met him, “You noticed my perfume?”

“It’s nice,” he shrugged, stuffing his hands in his leather apron pockets.

Triss thought about all the winks and the ‘good mornings’ and compliments. She’d thought they were just to get her buttered up, but maybe she’d been a little harsher than she needed to.

“It’s stunning,” she breathed, reaching up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek, not wanting to pull away from his warmth when she had to.

They were interrupted by her assistant and set a price quickly before scurrying back to their tents.

All day they would glance toward the other’s booth, but Triss was no longer checking his table. She was looking for him. His kind smile and boisterous laugh. His easy charm and especially his humility under pressure.

All day she struggled with the realization that she was just a little bit in love with her competition.

Nearing sundown she told her assistant to begin cleaning up and grabbed her coin purse before marching over to his stand once again.

“Did you sell it?” Eskel looked disappointed and she was surprised to be glad to tell him no.

“I have two things to say and I will only say them once, so listen carefully. I realize I’ve been unduly cold to you and I want to apologize. You’ve proven that you’re not only a skilled craftsman but seem to be a good man as well and you don’t deserve it. “

“Apology accepted,” Eskel grinned, leaning back on his table as he waited for her next item.

“Thank you. Now, I’d like to buy the dagger. The one with the jasmines.”

Eskel frowned, “You- you’re forfeiting?”

Triss bit her lip and forced herself to look him in his honey gold eyes, “Yes. Though I hope we can both agree to stay where we are? I think I might miss you if you leave.”

He grinned and pushed off the table, standing just inches from Triss now that he was upright. His hand hesitantly brushed a stray curl out of her eyes as he leaned closer, hesitating to give her time to leave if she wanted, before he brushed his lips against hers. She melted into him, wrapping her arms around his neck as they kissed. His hands covered her back, pressing her to him and nearly lifting her off her feet.

When they parted they were gasping for breath they both wished they didn't need.

“What about a trade and a truce?”

Triss nodded, standing up on her tiptoes to plant another kiss on his lips, “And dinner.”

Eskel chuckled, “I think that’s perfectly reasonable.”

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theinvisibledreamergirl · 4 years

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Sweet dreams, TN

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Helena Craig) x M!OC (Clay Banner)

Words count: ~2.1k

Category: Smut/Angst/AU

Warning: 🔞 content/Language

A.N: I really wanted to picture something else. What if my MC didn’t get her place at Edenbrook Hospital in her first year and her boyfriend did? And what happens if she comes as a surgical resident in the 2nd year? Also I’ve decided that in this fic I’ll call MC in her middle name Helena or shortened Helen/Ellie. It’s the alter-ego of Klaw so it has nothing to do with her. After posting this I’ll log off from Tumblr ‘cause I know it’s a disaster😭😭😭😭

Song: “Sweet dreams, TN” - The Last Shadow Puppets (pls hear this first to understand it better ❤️)

MASTERLIST

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I just sort of always feel sick without you baby

I ain’t got anything to lick without you baby

Nothing seems to stick without you baby

Ain’t I fallen in love

“Do you have the keys for the handcuffs?”

“Whoa. Is someone getting a little afraid hm?”

“Well I don’t want to be useless without my hands. So I can touch you.”

“I do have the keys darling.” The two faces were closer breathing into each other’s air. “But I need you to be quiet now.”

“Show me then.”

It’s just the pits without you baby

It’s really just the pits without you baby

It’s like everyone’s a dick without you baby

Ain’t I fallen in love

The command was clear and both of them entered to the inevitable path.

Feeling each other’s skins in the most obscenely way and falling to that wild imagination that both of them had been restraining for a long time.

It was a heavenly and a desirably emotion that led themselves to be part of this trap.

They could hear their accelerated heartbeats as more and more they looked hungrily and darkly like animals fighting for domination.

Blue vs Brown.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

And all my pals will tell me is that I’m crazy

You bet I’m loopy alright

And I just don’t recognise this fool

That you have made me

Whoa I ain’t seen him for a while

Panting breath wasn’t in their expectations and shared a laugh before they reached the culmination and he unlocked her handcuffs to fall completely in his arms.

Their strong embrace fitted perfectly the curves of their bodies despite their sweat. When he was about to pull off she pouted in a whisper.

“No. Stay.”

“I will.” He promised with a searing kiss.

“But you did left me.” Her expression changed completely and in a mere of seconds she wasn’t there.

He blinked. “What?”

The sound of the alarm woke him up and suddenly he felt his underwear soaked.

“Holy shit I did this again!” He growled in frustration as he rubbed his face.

He made attempts to get up but his knees were too weak to keep his balance. Another attempt and he slowly started to walk. Or better a crawling you may call it.

He turned on his bathtub to make a quick shower and to clear this mess of himself. But the hot water made him feel again those goosebumps of that sweet dream and closed his eyes again.

She looped his arms around his waist and start to kiss his shoulders slowly and gently while moving her hands up and down his bellybutton. He let a content sigh while drifting again to that imaginary scene.

And as your shrinking figure blows a kiss

I catch and smash it on my lips

Darling I can’t seem to quit.

When there wasn’t a shoulder to lean on his head, he slapped his face growling loudly and continued his shower in disappointment.

Completely falling to bits

I really might be losing it

The idea that you’ve existed all along is ridiculous

I don’t know what to say

He missed her.

Not longer after that he arrived at Edenbrook gladly on time thanks to his fast BMW vehicle. He carried his bag through the hall of the hospital and a megawatt smile that he recognised it very well stopped him.

“Yo yo look who’s back again. My mann!” They clapped their backs.

“Ooff Bryce!” He was breathing hardly. “We were celebrating yesterday for the end of our intern year. I’m sure that we didn’t miss each other that much.”

“C’mon Banner can’t you just be funnier person in your life for once hm?”

Clay rolled his eyes. “Anyways I have to change my clothes unless you don’t have anything else to say.”

“I do actually.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “I met someone today.”

“So?”

“You have no idea whom I have met.”

“Let me guess did President Biden come here?” He snorted when he saw Bryce’s not amused reaction. “Okay fine go on.”

“As I was saying I met today a female but let me tell you man... this woman is not like the others. She’s like a goddess that entered to this building and blessed my life when I made eye contact with her.”

Clay was really trying his best not to laugh to this exaggeration. “You have met plenty of women and it’s not your first time Bryce.”

“Tsk. It is my first time. And may I add she was like queen Cleopatra that summoned everyone when she walked here.” Bryce added in a wandering gaze while he was doing his usual ministrations. “Black stilettos clicking and wearing those black leathery pants revealing her curves...ohh I’m thinking I’m going to fall in love man. She had a long coat on her shoulders and that white shirt mmhmm.” He closed his eyes. “She truly was the boss and I’m betting on this... her elegant body will be in my bed. But-”

“And there’s always a but right?”

“Can you believe I didn’t get her name?! Not even her number!”

His friend squealed in laughter. “What did you think fool? That she was going to follow you straight into the on-call room?”

“Yes!” Bryce exclaimed. “That’s what I thought too man but I lost her because that damn nurse came to me for signing a patient in a surgery.” He sighed and shook his head. “I lost the most perfect chance today and I don’t even know what she was doing here... she can’t be a doctor though ‘cause she’s too beautiful for this job.”

“Well then good luck on finding her ‘cause I have to go now. See you.” He trailed off to the direction of the elevator.

“Yea see ya.” He waved back at him before he muttered. “Go back to surgery Bryce before Tanaka cuts you off.”

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“This is going to be your office.”

“Thank you so much Mist- Dr. Tennant!” She corrected herself briefly before she would say another embarrassing thing. “I really don’t know how to express my gratitude for this.”

He scoffed. “Please can you just talk normally Dr. Craig? I think at the first time we met the rule was by names. Call me Simon.”

“Sure. Simon.” She really wasn’t used to it though. First no title of Miss/Mister and now calling by names. USA had really big differences with UK not only in titles but also in medical policy and legacy.

“And now I must say to you congratulations!” They shook hands. “And also I’d like to introduce you to our Diagnostics Team.”

She nodded in agreement.

When they finally arrived at the front door Simon stepped first to get the attention of his colleagues who seemed to be occupied as they were studying a case so he cleared his throat loudly. All of them turned their gazes to him except for an attending who didn’t even have to recognise his friend’s voice.

“What now Simon?”

“Hello to you too my pal. You know everyone that there was going to be a resident in the absence of Edgar’s, right?”

“Yes we know that.” The Japanese-British woman spoke.

“Have you brought him here?!” Judging by his accent it was an Indian man who exclaimed happily.

Simon chuckled. “Yes Baz but it’s her.”

“Ooooohh.”

“Let’s hope she’ll be useful for this job.”

“Don’t worry Ethan. She was selected as the best surgical intern in Imperial College of London Hospital and many other things among but I’ll let her to present herself.” He made her a signal to come inside.

“Everyone this is Dr. Helena Craig.”

“Please you can call me Helen or Ellie if you want.”

“I like Helen better.” The woman got up and shook her hand. “Dr. June Hirata.”

“Me too! Hi I’m Dr. Sebastian Mirani but everyone calls me simply Baz.”

“Ethan?” Simon asked quietly to get up and greet with her but he wasn’t moving any inch.

Helen gave him a knowing smile and said without breaking her gaze to him. “It’s alright for me if we don’t shake hands. I feel the same way too when I meet people that haven’t given me a good and a reliable impression at first so I completely understand your condition now.”

She caught him off guard. Ethan Ramsey expected her to scowl or glare into his eyes but instead she was killing him with that radiating smile.

Fuck.

The same smile that was reserved for him yesterday at Donahue’s bar.

In the corner of his eyes there was an unfamiliar face that stayed some stools away from him.

She lit up a cigarette even though Reggie had been strictly to every client not to use it but it seemed she didn’t care about it.

Her blonde hair was tied up in a bun revealing her constructed jaw and her long neck.

She had also earrings pierced. Was she a troublesome woman? Or maybe a drugs dealer judging by her extravagant outfit. But what caught his attention was that she didn’t look amused or happy.

She was sad. And exhausted.

Along with her was a small luggage that she had carried with herself here. She called Reggie to bring her a strong scotch and found by the latter that she was British and it was her first time in Boston.

She had also asked him for a hotel nearby this place and Reggie suggested some of them including “La Vista” Hotel which was the best. She thanked and left him the payment.

Now her eyes landed on the icy blue that had been staring on her for a long time and gave him a wicked smile. She raised her glass in purpose and licked her lips after drinking bits of it.

She was really gorgeous in all of his honesty and they didn’t break their eye contact for maybe a couple of minutes. He could do it every time without any hesitation just to rest in those piercing brown’s.

He was a very handsome man and even though he seemed older than her, she didn’t give a single shit. She could imagine his toned muscles and abs beyond those pesky clothes. She was marveled and could sense that he felt the same too.

It was like they both understood each other.

No words needed.

Only looks.

But she knew who he was. Ethan Ramsey. And she was glad that made him completely at her mercy and was enjoying it.

Poor man she thought.

She couldn’t wait for his reaction tomorrow when he would find out who she was actually.

His colleague.

Helen could imagine his flustered face and transfixed into her with his mouth agape.

She got up from her seat slowly in a tantalizing move while he drank in one gulp his scotch and called Reggie again for another fill.

She walked past him but before leaving with her luggage she lowered her head to his ear whispering dangerously. Her breath was a tingle in his ears and could almost feel her lips brushed.

“Thank you for the distraction. I really needed it.”

She left unceremoniously when something dropped from her and he immediately caught it.

It was one of her earrings with the initial ‘H’. He was about to call her but she was gone.

Maybe he would find her tomorrow again. Here.

And he really found her. In the most obscenely and the most embarrassing way if he could describe it. Instead of what she said he got up with his smuggling look.

“Wrong observation.” When she heard his deep voice for the first time she gulped and could see his eyes glimmering triumphantly. “I hope you don’t ruin this opportunity.”

He caught her off guard. While they were touching each other’s palms an unknown heat coursed down in their bodies. Bullshit they thought because he was just an attending and she was a resident. Suddenly another voice was approaching to them.

“I’m terribly sorry for my lateness but I was-”

He abruptly stopped himself when he saw her.

His eyes were widened and his breath hitched.

She was here.

Baby we ought to fuck

Seven years of bad luck

Out of the powder room mirror

Could I have made it any clearer

She saw him too.

But not with a happy or a grateful face that always had welcomed his heart.

This was a mere seconds of glaring and then a plastered smile that he knew too well.

Clay Banner had screwed things up a year before he entered Edenbrook Hospital.

And now the woman of his dreams was standing right in front of him with his attending.

His girlfriend.

His Helen.

Or... was?

It’s love like a tongue in a nostril

Love like an ache in the jaw

You’re the first day of spring

With a septum piercing

Little Miss Sweet Dreams, TN

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Ps: if this fic doesn’t surpass The Grinch Girl fic notes... there’s not going to be a part two😂😂 sorry...and Happy (late) International Women’s Day💪🏻💋🥰🥰

UPDATE: Part two is posted and it’s called- She’s thunderstorms

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amelialincoln · 3 years

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The Way Life Goes

This is my post finale fic. Will def be 2+ parts. Hope u enjoy

TW: substance abuse

The look he wore on his face was a mixture of confusion and betrayal and it made her want to run away and hide. She found herself wondering how he could feel betrayed. She had told him exactly what she wanted and it was exactly the opposite of what was happening at this very moment. If anything, she should be the one looking at him like that. She couldn’t bring herself to glance in the direction of her nieces and nephew. She found herself wondering how many people were in on this, how many people she was going to disappoint yet again. Link had always told Ellis she’d be their flower girl and Amelia couldn’t imagine how excited she was when Link had told her that they were going to get married. She blinked hard, wondering for a moment if she was going to throw up.

When she opened her eyes again he was standing on both feet, collecting the tiny boxes, that she refused to look at, from the kid’s hands. Were they supposed to go dance now like everything was okay? This was supposed to be Maggie’s day, why would he make it about them? She felt that familiar impending feeling, in the pit of her stomach, that she had just fucked everything up. Still, she was stuck frozen in place. She wanted to say something to him to fix this. She wished she could just say yes. For the sake of him, Scout, and for everyone who works at the damn hospital and is tired of putting up with her shit.

The kids ran off and it was the two of them. He was kicking sand with his feet, dirting up the shoes he’d spent so much time polishing the night before.

“So what now then?” He questioned bitterly.

“I don’t know,” she choked out, the only thing she could think of to say. He shook his head and let out a sour chuckle. He muttered something that she felt grateful not to hear before pushing past her and storming back to the after party. She found herself guiltily wondering if he was going to find Jo, who always seemed ready to give him shitty advice whenever they were having a fight. Maybe they’d decide that they had actually loved each other the whole time. That idea felt like a knife to the heart but she also felt a sense of relief, knowing that at least he’d have found someone who deserves him. Someone who can be all the things that she can’t. Someone who can make him happy.

The tide was coming in and water was lapping gently against her ankles. It was cold but she couldn’t really feel it. The music had died down and she could see people vacating the reception. The after party would be held at Meredith’s. She was supposed to be helping host it. She sat down, her dress clinging to her small frame as the bottom half became submerged in the clear water. She’d wait until everyone was gone. Until every person that would offer her sympathy or judgment had driven away. Not until, most likely, the sun had dipped into the glittering water that shone in the horizon and until the beach was surrounded in darkness.

He had taken the car, she’d realized, as she stood shivering and soggy in the empty parking lot. Why the hell would he take the car? The answer was simple, he’d assumed that she would’ve caught a ride with Meredith, to get to the house early. That was the plan even before he’d pulled out that ring box. But the whole situation made her even more pissed. Her phone was at 8% and she opened the maps app quickly, eyeing if anything was around. It was the park, less than a kilometer away, that caught her eye. She knew exactly what happened in that park. She recognized the name since it had been brought up in almost half of the addicts at her meeting’s backstories. That park had exactly what her entire body was craving and suddenly it overcame all of her thoughts.

The thing was that she had already fucked everything up. She couldn’t go to Mer’s. She couldn’t go to Link’s apartment. She had nowhere to go. No one to talk to who wouldn’t express some form of judgment. Unlike every person she was now close with, the people at the park wouldn’t care. If anything, those people understood her more than anyone else. The comfort of being surrounded by people who also needed to escape from their unbearable and insufferable lives was intoxicating.

The first bonfire was filled with teenagers. She grimaced slightly before realizing she was in no place to judge. Since when had she become so judgmental? It was her coworkers, her brain was screaming at her. She was becoming one of those egotistical people she used to hate, who had the idea that they were better than everyone else. The type of people who had convinced her that something was wrong with her. The type of people who couldn’t mind their own business for once in their life. She pulled her hoodie tighter around her wet dress as she approached the next blaze.

“Hey,” a woman greeted her gruffly, probably only a couple of years older than her. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing out here?” The woman was giving her a look of resentment that only Amelia could really understand. She wanted to laugh but instead gave her an uninterested shrug.

“What do you have?” She asked, pulling out her wallet.

“Come take a seat and I’ll show you.” She reminded Amelia of one of her dealers in California except without the little toddler who would always be following his drugged up mother around. There was a strange comfort that this woman provided though, Amelia realized as she settled onto the log between her and a man she’d probably sleep with, by the look of him, if she wasn’t in a relationship. Was she still in a relationship? She passed the woman whatever bills she kept in her wallet and turned to the man beside her.

“What do you recommend?” He looked as if he was having the best trip of his life. He eyed her softly, his vision slightly glazed over before nodding to the syringe the woman was offering.

“Well, what do you like?” He asked simply, scratching his prickly beard with his index finger and eyeing her wet dress with confusion.

“Oxy,” she replied, her eyes glancing over to the little bags and boxes in the women's impressive stash. Watching as he smirked slightly and opened his palms up to the warmth of the fire with a shake of his head.

“You’ll like this then. Camilla's got you.” he confirmed. “If you can handle it.” There was a small kind and teasing tone to his voice and it relaxed her slightly.

“Alright,” she shrugged calmly as she stretched her arm out in the direction of the women and waited for the world to fade away.

Find part 2 here

#amelink #amelia shepherd #amelink fanfiction #ameliashepherd #amelinkfanfiction #maggie pierce #greysanatomy #greys anatomy #greys abc

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artyfartypartyhearty · 4 years

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Tags:

Tom Holland x actress!reader; Tom Holland(actor); Reader; You; Fluff; Friends to lovers; crying; actress!reader; female!reader; oneshot

Relationships:

F/M

Word count:

1250

Summary:

You are an actress working on an international movie, but because you have to study for finals, some of the scenes are filmed in your own city at your school. You have had a long crush on your co-star, Tom Holland. He has had a crush on you, too, but you don’t know. You have arranged that your classmates can be extras in a cute scene. Everything goes well until Tom suddenly changes the lines.

Notes:

Y/N = your name Y/C = your city Italics = thoughts or emphasis (See end of fic for more notes)

You were the first to arrive in the classroom. You put down your bag and sat down, waiting for the others to settle down. Today was an exciting day, and you were going to tell the class why in a few moments’ time. You’d been waiting for this the entire week. The first part of the day had been nerve-wracking, and you had been barely able to contain your excitement. You had put on your favourite hoodie, a grey one, with dark blue jeans and your favourite heels.

The class settled down, and your teacher spoke up. “Alright everyone, quiet please. Y/N has got something to tell you.” You stood up and went to stand in front of the class. “Yeah, uhm, as some of you might know, I am pursuing a career in acting, and about half a year ago I auditioned for quite a-uh, special role. Uhm. It is an international role, but when I explained that I had to study for finals and such, the director said that we could maybe shoot some of the scenes here, in Y/C. So we decided to film here, at school. Uhm, I figured that maybe, as the movie takes place at a high school, you might like to be extras. Sooo, yeah. That’s kinda what’s going to happen this lesson. If you don’t want to be featured in this, please raise your hand, so I can make sure you won’t be filmed.”

“How much are we gettin’ paid?” the class clown asked. “You? Nothing. Me? Enough,” you shot back. “Oh, one last thing which I forgot to mention, as this is an international picture, there are some pretty big names you’ll meet. Please don’t become crazy fans. We’re just trying to do our work. After shooting the scene you probably will be able to talk and take pictures and such.” “Who are the ‘big names’?” “Right. Uhm.” You were wondering if you should tell them that your co-star was the person most of the girls, and in fact some of the boys, in your class had a celebrity crush on. Including you. “It’s, uhm, Tom Holland.”

Tom Holland. From the moment you had stepped onto set, you had felt comfortable around him. He always made you laugh, and when you were uncertain about something on set, he would always kindly help you. You had had frequent game nights in both of your trailers, as well as movie nights. You had grown closer, and you thought it would be justified to say that you were pretty good friends. But then, one night, as you were playing games and talking about the day, you noticed the way his eyes lit up when he beat you at a game, again. Those beautiful eyes.

You snapped out of your thoughts and looked around the room. Some people were looking excited, some were staring at you in disbelief, some were looking straight up bored. “Alright, I’ll let them know we’re ready here.”

A few minutes later the director walked in, followed by some crew members, and then, at the end of the line, Tom.

Damn. He was wearing a grey turtleneck that made his eyes stand out and his muscles show up. You now noticed that jawline very clearly.

“Hey everyone! How are you all doing? Hi! Good afternoon! Hey Y/N! How are you?”

“Hey Tom! I’m good! You?” As you looked around the class, you could feel him shifting his weight so he stood closer to you. After the class had settled down again, you took a deep breath and said: “Okay, so I’ll briefly explain the scene and what you guys have to do.” You quickly explained the scene. It was really simple. Tom’s character would burst in through the door, pull your character to the front of the class and declare his love for her, simply saying the cheesy but cute line ‘I’m in love with you’. Your character would admit to her feelings and hug him. Cut.

“Got it? Okay, great,” you said, looking over to Tom. “I’m ready, you good?” “Absolutely!”

“Everybody positions. Scene 52, take one. Aaaand... Action!”

You immediately felt the adrenaline flowing through your veins. God you loved acting.

“Amber! I have something to tell you.” “Ellis, I’m in de middle of class, can’t it wait?”“No, it can’t wait. I’m leaving America in an hour, it can’t wait. It cannot wait. Please.” As Tom picked up your hand to guide you to the front of the class, an electrical tingle went through your whole body. “Ellis, what are you doing?” you said softly. “I-,” said Tom. Your knees seemed to turn into jelly when his brown eyes met yours. His voice became low and gravelly as he continued, just like you had practiced. “This is real, isn’t it?” he suddenly asked. When you had practiced the scene, he had never looked into your eyes so intensely. Your eyes widened slightly in disbelief, when you realised he wasn’t in character anymore. He was Tom now.

Shit, was it so obvious?

You darted your eyes across the room, not knowing where to look. Not daring to look at him, you closed them. Slowly, you nodded. “Yeah,” you croaked, your voice suddenly hoarse. You lifted your head and finally looked at him. Fighting back tears, you said: “Yeah, this is real.” “Are you serious?” “I’m sorry. I have ruined our friendship, haven’t I?” you asked, a warm tear rolling down your cheek.

You just ruined your friendship with Tom. Why did you say that? He probably thought you were a freak.

“I- Uhm. I- I-,” he stammered.

Tears now streaming down your face, you turned to your teacher. “Please, sir, may I go to the bathroom?” Your teacher nodded, and you turned back to Tom before leaving the classroom. “I’m so sorry,” you managed to whisper. As you passed him, looking down, you suddenly felt his warm fingers enclosing your wrist. “Wait, please.” “No, I just ruined our friendship,” you said with a shaking voice, tears still rolling down your cheeks. Pulling you close to him, your bodies now a foot or so apart, he said softly: “Please, listen to me.” “But-,” you spluttered. “Shhh,” Tom said, putting a finger to your lips. “You haven’t ruined our friendship,” he whispered with a husky voice.

You looked up at him. He raised his hands, putting them on your cheeks and wiping the tears away. His gaze dropped to your lips. “You’ve only made it better.”

He leant in, closing the little space between the two of you. Your breath hitched as you felt his soft lips brush against yours. You kissed him back, your hands finding their way to his hair. Dropping one hand to your back to pull you closer, he parted his lips slightly. His tongue brushed softly against yours, sending a shiver through your body.

After what felt like forever, you broke the kiss to take a breath. You softly bit your lip while looking him deeply in his eyes.

“Aaand... Cut!” the director shouted. Your classmates and teacher began to clap.

You felt your face blush, and giggled in embarrassment. You looked back at Tom, who in turn was smiling lovingly at you. He pulled you into a hug, and while he wrapped his strong arms around you, you whispered in his ear: “I love you, Tom.” He pulled you even tighter to him. “I love you, too, Y/N. I love you too.”

Notes: This is my very first fanfic so I hope it’s okay. Comment if I missed anything in the tags or if anything can be improved. Please let me know what you think!

#tom holland x actress!reader #tom holland x you #reader #you #fluff #female!reader #friends to lovers #crying tw i guess #idk this is my first fanfic #please let me know what can/should be improved #also i have never kissed before so i got inspiration from ao3 #fanfiction #first fanfic #fanfic #marvel #mcu #peter parker #oneshot

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missnight0wl · 4 years

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Hi there, hello. I’m stopping by to inform you that I’ve finally decided to use the tag “Jackepick” for the relationship between Jacob Ellis and Patricia Rakepick. Yes, I know that it has shipping connotation, but honestly, it’s really not about shipping, but more about… the concept, I guess? You know, the idea of Jacob and Rakepick working together to bring down R.

See, the thing is that it’s a pretty uncommon approach to these characters, and because of that I kind of feel that it should be marked somehow. That’s why I started tagging all the content with them as #secrets and riddles. But now, I’m also worried if it’s not bad for organisation… Like, sure, my series has just three chapters as for now, but I have a lot more planned, and there are things like “Six minutes” AU fics which won’t be a part of the series in their CURRENT form, so… I don’t know, it seems to me that some distinction might be needed. For simplicity’s sake as well.

Another thing is that I do think of them as Jackepick since a long time anyway, no matter of the point of their relationship in the timeline. I just didn’t want to use it because of its potential romantic association while in my mind it’s just much broader. But then again, I imagine that people following my content in that matter understand their relationship more or less. And people who don’t might find it confusing no matter how it’d be labelled... In the end, I’m not even sure if it matters. Still, I wanted to make it a bit more clear. Also, Jacob and Rakepick do end up together in my story, but it’s a post-Cursed Vaults thing, so it won’t really be included in “Secrets and riddles”. If I ever decide to put here anything explicitly romantic between these two, it’ll probably be tagged as “Jacob x Patricia” or something.

Anyway, if anyone is bothered by that idea, you can let me know, so I might reconsider. If you just don’t care about that relationship, though, you know now that you can simply blacklist “jackepick”.

#jacob ellis #patricia rakepick #jackepick #secrets and riddles

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jjmaybankwildtimes · 4 years

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That Beautiful Boy Pt. 3

JJ Maybank x OC

Summary// Eleanor Raines has been through hell and back in foster care. When she’s placed in a new home with an abusive foster dad and a beautiful broken boy inside, she faced with new adventures and forced to face her past.

Part 1, Part 2

WC// 1.1k

Warnings// Mild Cursing, Panic Attacks, Mentions of Abuse (squint a bit), Skinny shaming, self doubt

Authors Note// Hey!! I hope you all enjoy this part and please let me know if I missed any warnings!! Also again I am not a very good writer but I hope you like the fic nonetheless. I’d love any feedback you want to share or suggestions<3 Also the flashbacks are back ;)

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That morning I woke up earlier than either of the boys. I decided the least I could do was go and get some groceries for the Chateau. I looked around the small kitchen and noticed the snacks the guys had. Finishing up the small list I made, grabbing my money from the shift yesterday, I headed out the door. I borrowed a blue bike that was leaned up against the side of the house, praying the guys wouldn’t mind.

After finding the grocery store and loading up the bags on the handle bars, I headed off. Noticing a small thrift shop on the way back, I reminded myself that I needed some new clothes. I had to leave in a rush from the group home I was at, besides, most of my clothes were stolen by the other girls.

“A group home?” I whimpered to my caseworker Jordan. “Yes Eleanor, you know what happens when you are rehoused due to misbehavior.”. I admit, I had been a brat, but I had good reason. Also a group home would be better than being anywhere near Jonathan and his family. Maybe. Some deep and unwanted part of me missed them.

Shuddering, I returned from my day dream and trudged up the steps to the group home for girls.

I quickly hiked back to the Chateau, finding the boys to still be asleep. I happily put up the groceries and pulled out the pancake mix. After a minor issue with the stove, turns out two of the burners don’t work and one other makes huge sparks, I finished up a large stack of pancakes. I also got blueberries because they are my favorite and chocolate chips, because I’ve had lots of experience with boys and pancakes.

Suddenly, I heard two alarms going off. I began to rethink everything. What if they didn’t want me snooping in their kitchen? What if they are mad at me for using the bike? What if they don’t like pancakes?

When they walked out I began to ramble,

“I’m so sorry, I wanted to do something nice, so I got groceries but I looked through your cabinets and borrowed your bike and then I made pancakes, but I don’t even know if you guys like pancakes-“ I was cut off by two hands on my shoulders.

“Woah Ellie, breathe, you made pancakes, you are great!” John B reassured me.

“You’re not mad?” I meekly whispered.

“Blondie, you made pancakes? Damn, can we keep you around from a while?” This time JJ encouraged me.

“I got blueberries because they are my favorite, but I got chocolate chips too.” I smiled a bit looking up at the guys.

“Yum! Let’s eat!” John B grabbed a plate.

JJ stood and looked at me for a minute. It made me feel tiny, but not in a bad way. I was short, 5’2” and really thin. I had always thought to a fault. I had short, dirty blonde hair with beach like curls and pale olive skin with lots of freckles in the summer. My large brown eyes were definitely my best attribute in my opinion. Thinking of this brought me back to an ugly memory.

I was standing there with a tiny baby girl in my arms, screaming my head off, “I don’t want to Jonathan! I don’t want your help not if it comes with that cost!”.

“But why not?” he screamed back, “No one else would ever want that anyway! Not with that anorexic body!”. Tears streaming down my face, the baby in my arms began to cry. I rocked and shushed, trying to calm her down. I knew I couldn’t get her to stop, she was cold and her brother was a major source of body heat. I knew it, he knew, goodness even the baby knew it.

Looking to Jonathan, who had an evil grin on his face, I mentally kicked myself. But I had no other choice. Thinking about the chore list, the baby, and the four other siblings that would get home from school in an hour, I handed Jonathan his little sister. “Later tonight?” I questioned. “Yes, ma’am” He winked. I tried not to vomit in my mouth, as I went to clean the kitchen.

“Hey, Ellie? Ellie Belly?” JJ shook my shoulders.

“Sorry” Returned from my nightmare like daydream, “What’d you say?”

“Just that blueberries were my favorite too.” He smiled and patted my shoulder.

I spent the day surfing with John B and JJ. I wiped out, a lot. “So blondie, you are definitely not the best surfer in the obx!” JJ joked “Hey! Give me a break, it’s been seven years!” I laughed as we began the trek home.

I could barely stand by the time we got back to the Chateau I was so sore, but I didn’t care. Laughing as John B used a French accent you order pizza, I was quickly halted. In one split second JJ raised his hand to high five John B. Seeing this from my peripheral vision I flinched. Of course, both the boys noticed. Tearing up, I glanced down at my shoes. “Ellie, are you okay?” John B asked tentatively. I simply nodded and shakily went to stand up. I walked outside and didn’t stop until I got to the dock. Looking out over the water I told myself to breathe, but I felt that panicky feeling set in. No no no, this can’t be happening right now, but all I could think about was his hand and how many places it hurt me.

Preoccupied with sobbing and trying to regain control of my breathing, I didn’t notice JJ had followed me out the door. When I turned and saw him, he looked apprehensive. Despite this, he walked up to me. I though he was going to hit me or yell at me but he just wrapped me in his arms. “Hey, hey, Ellie breathe, just breathe.” JJ soothed. I tried and found myself focusing on his breathing which helped. A minute after I calmed down, JJ released me from his grip. Missing his warmth, I wrapped my arms around myself and smiled up at him. “Sorry.” I whispered. “No worries, believe me I’ve been there myself quite a few times.” We walked back to the Chateau in silence, ate pizza, laughed some more and went to sleep.

As I crawled into the guest bed, JJ knocked on the door frame. “Hey.” I said looking towards the absolutely breathtaking boy. “Hey Ellie Belly, if you ever need to talk, I’ve got you okay?”. I felt a warmth grow in my chest. “Okay, thank you JJ” I’ve never had anyone tell me that since my mom died. It felt happy. “Goodnight El.”, “Still trying new nicknames I see, goodnight JJ.” With a wink, he was gone.

I once again slept a deep sleep in the house I was quickly growing to deeply care for.

Sending lots of love and happy thoughts to each of you!! xoxo Abi

#jj maybank reader #jj mayback x reader #jj maybank obx #jj maybank x oc #jj obx #obx cast #obxstuff #obx fic #fiction #obx jj #jj imagine #jj x reader #john b obx #obx fanfiction #obx x reader #enjoy #ahh this is scary to post

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badchoicesposts · 4 years

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Loyalty Or Royalty

Chapter 9

Summary: Mia Bhatt spent years trying to escape her past, trying to escape the feeling of betrayal that was left in her heart after the fire, and she finally had. She was marrying the King of Cordonia and was finally going to get her happily ever after. But, after a momentary lapse in judgement caused her to send a wedding invitation to someone she was sure had forgotten about her, she realizes that sometimes the past has a way of crawling back to you.

Author’s Note: In this fic Anton and The Sons of Earth were caught before the wedding. Also this story will contain flashbacks that will be in italics.

Pairing: Liam x MC (Mia Bhatt), Platonic!Colt x MC, MC x The Mercy Park Crew

Word Count: 4,187

Warning: Language

Taglist: @flowerpowell, @dcbbw, @texaskitten30, @kingliam2019, @hopefulmoonobject, @lovehugsandcandy, @los-cafeteros, @desireepow-1986 @lovemychoices, @kimmiedoo5

Catch Up: Masterlist

Mia held onto Colt tightly, not wanting to let him go just yet. She was just starting her junior year of high school, and now that he was heading off to college, the thought of being here for two years without him was almost agonizing. At the end of the day, however, she was happy for him even if he was upset with his father for not letting him stay. Colt had a way out of this life and going to college was his first step towards taking it.

“I can’t believe you’re driving all the way across the country on a motorcycle,” she tried to joke through her tears.

“One last adventure before college,” he said, although there was no excitement in his voice.

Mia knew that he wasn’t happy to be leaving. After his talk with Mia in the car, Teppei had actively been making an effort not to yell back at Colt, but he still never actually talked to him about why he wanted him to go. Instead, simply insisting that if he didn’t leave he wouldn’t have a home to come back to. So, he was going to college in New York where he could be closer to Annya.

“Be safe, okay?” she instructed, wiping at her eyes and smiling at him.

“I’m always safe,” he said sarcastically, causing her to scoff.

“That’s a lie and you know it.”

Colt said goodbye to Toby and Ximena before giving his father a stiff nod and immediately driving off. The crew began to go their separate ways, getting back to work, and Mia sighed as she went back up to the loft.

The school year seemed to drag out longer and longer without Colt. He was the most annoying person in the world, but he was still her best friend. They had been texting each other almost every day, but it still wasn’t the same as having him there to bicker with in person. Mia couldn’t remember a time where she felt this lonely, however, that changed about halfway through the year when Teppei called her into her office to introduce her to Logan and tell her that he would be moving into the loft with her.

Mia shook hands with Logan and led him up to the loft. Her mind wandered back over to the fact that Colt’s room was still unoccupied, but Kaneko was making Logan move in with her instead of taking it. She knew why. It was the same reason he hadn’t gone in there or touched anything since Colt had gone. The room was exactly the way Colt had left it because deep down Teppei missed him. He would never admit it though.

“So, do you work for Kaneko too?” Logan asked as he dropped down onto the couch in the loft.

“No, but my dad did, so I grew up with Kaneko’s son, Colt. When my parents died he took me in,” she said, taking a seat on the bed.

Logan was carrying a small backpack with him that presumably carried all of his possessions. She could tell it wasn’t much, but it was something. She could see Logan observing the room, which she knew was the most lived in and comfortable out of everyone’s from the crew.

“Thanks for letting me crash here,” he said, continuing to take in the room.

“No problem, but it’s not really up to me anyway,” she said. “We may have an air mattress packed away somewhere that you can use, but for the time being you can use my bed, and I’ll take the couch,” she offered.

“That’s nice of you to offer, but I’m okay with the couch,” he said, giving her a grateful smile.

“Are you sure? You look like you could use a proper night of sleep,” she said, noticing the bags under his eyes.

“Are you saying that I don’t look ruggedly handsome?” he asked, giving her a smirk.

“No! I mean yes! I mean, no it’s not that you don’t look handsome, not that I think you’re handsome, but I don’t think that you’re not handsome either. Oh, god,” Mia rambled out to herself, her face flushed from embarrassment. “I just mean that you look tired.”

Logan let out a loud laugh and the action made her smile. He had a nice laugh.

“Look, can we just forget everything I just said and get back to the fact that I’m trying to do something nice?” she asked.

“Like I said, it’s a nice gesture, but I’m okay on the couch. Trust me, I’ve slept on a lot worse,” Logan assured her.

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Mia looked over to where Drake was sitting on the couch at the side of her office and staring at her. Once he saw her gazing back he immediately turned his head to his phone and began scrolling through something. Mia rolled her eyes and dropped the pen that she had been chewing on.

“Why are you here again?” she asked, giving him a curious look.

“I just thought we could hang out,” he tried to say casually, causing Mia to narrow his eyes at him.

“We’re not hanging out. I’m trying to work, and you’re sitting there watching me and being weird,” she shot back.

“Oh, please. You’re not working. You’ve been reading that same page for the past hour,” he said, getting up and dropping down onto one of the chairs in front of her desk.

“It’s a very interesting page. It needs a lot of my attention.”

“Oh, yeah? What’s it about?” he asked with a smirk.

“How annoying you are,” she said sarcastically. “Did Liam send you to babysit me?”

“No, he sent me to keep you company,” Drake said. “What’s the deal with you not going anyway? Don’t you want to know about your dad?”

“Ugh, don’t call him that,” she groaned out.

“Why? He is your dad, and from what I’ve heard he seemed to care about you,” Drake said.

“It just feels wrong,” she said.

“If it were me, I’d need to know,” Drake said casually, although there wasn’t anything casual about his tone.

“Yes, well we are two different people,” she said. “And it’s not like Colt won’t tell me what happened.”

“Yeah, but it’ll be different hearing it from the source,” he pointed out, causing her to bite her lip nervously.

He was right. It would be good to hear it from Claudius himself. But, was the man even actually a credible source? She felt herself beginning to wonder what the conversation they were having was like.

“I can’t do it. I can’t go see Claudius and ask him for something after everything he did. I can’t have him think that I need something from him.”

“Look I get it. The guy did shoot me. But, isn’t it worth it if you’ll find out about your dad?”

“What if I find out something that I don’t like?”

“Then, nothing’s going to change. You’re still going to be queen, Liam’s still going to be in love with you, and you’re still going to have an amazing life filled with pointless balls and tiny finger sandwiches that don’t actually fill you up,” Drake said, calling Mia to roll her eyes.

However, she had to admit that he did have a point. By now there wasn’t much she could do to make things worse, was there? He was right. No matter what happened, she had a husband and friends who loved her. But, there was still a part of her that didn’t want the disappointment that would come along with finding out that she wasn’t good enough for another father figure. She wasn’t sure if she could handle that hurt again. Still, her mind kept wandering to the possibility that she would end up with good answers. What if she found out something that made her happy?

“Damnit,” she muttered under her breath, looking up to see Drake smirking at her.

“Need a ride?”

“You want to come too?” she asked, already getting up and making her way out of the office.

“If you’re seeing Claudius then so am I,” he said, a look of determination on his face.

“Good. I need someone to make sure I don’t run out at the last second,” she said, following him outside and to his truck.

The entire ride to the correctional facility was spent with Mia anxiously bouncing her knee up and down, trying and failing to get her nervous energy out.

“What if they already talked to him and left?” she asked Drake for the dozenth time.

“You would have known because they would have come back to the palace,” Drake responded again.

“But, what if Colt found out and decided to leave without saying goodbye again?”

“He wouldn’t do that a second time,” Drake said.

“How do you know? You barely know him,” she continued nagging.

She couldn’t help it. This entire situation was making her anxious.

“Okay, you’re right. I don’t know him. But, even if he does decide to leave, this time you have the entire King’s Guard to go looking for him,” Drake responded, trying his best to hide his irritation while also comforting her. “Hey, why is Colt the only one that calls you ‘Mellie’?”

Drake was trying to change the subject, and she could tell. But, she knew he meant well so she played along.

“My mom always told me that when I was a baby Colt had trouble saying ‘Amelia’. It would always come out as ‘A-mellie-a’,” she said, letting out a small laugh. “So, after a while he shortened it to ‘Mellie’, and it stuck. I’ve always hated it, so I made sure no one else did it. But, he never stopped.”

“That’s sweet,” Drake said.

“Drake Walker admitting that something was sweet. Hell hath frozen over,” she joked.

“Haha, very funny,” he said.

They pulled up to the facility and saw Colt and Ellie standing near the bike Colt had been driving in Cordonia. Mia jumped out of the car before Drake had even come to a complete stop and ran over to them.

“Am I too late? Are you guys already done?” she asked, to which Ellie simply smiled at her sympathetically.

“We haven’t gone in yet. You weren’t the only one having trouble with this,” Ellie said as Colt refused to look up at her.

Mia stepped up to Colt and held her hand out to him.

“Together?”

He looked between her and her outstretched hand for a moment before taking it and rising to his feet.

“Drake, maybe you and Ellie should stay out here. He probably won’t talk if we all crowd him,” she said, still holding tightly onto Colt’s hand.

“Not a chance. I’m not letting you in there alone without a guard,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. “No way in hell am I letting him near you while you’re alone.”

Mia offered him a grateful smile and Colt scoffed.

“What am I? Chopped liver?”

“Shush, he’s being nice,” Mia said, elbowing him in the ribs.

“You’re right though. The three of you should go. I’ll stay back,” Ellie said, offering them a kind smile and motioning for them to move forward.

Mia took a deep breath and squeezed Colt’s hand tightly before they walked into the facility and one of the guards led them into a small room with a table before exiting to get Claudius. Mia sat down at one side of the table while Colt paced around the room, and Drake stood protectively beside her.

“Well, well, well. I was wondering when you would be coming to see me, Princess,” Claudius’ deep voice caused them all to jump. “And you brought your guard dog with you.”

He sneered in Drake’s direction as the guard led him to the seat on the opposite side of the table where Mia was sitting. The guard cuffed him to the table and exited the room, telling everyone to knock on the door if they needed him. Drake took another protective step in Mia’s direction as Claudius continued to smirk at him. After a moment, he looked over to where Colt was standing, and smiled even wider.

“And would you look at that,” he said, his voice laced with amusement. “Kaneko Jr. here in the flesh.”

This statement caused everyone to visibly perk up.

“Where is he?” Colt asked, his voice hard as he skipped all of the pleasantries.

“Ahhh, so that’s why you’re here. You’re looking for daddy,” Claudius said, looking back and forth between Colt and Mia. “You both are.”

Instead of answering, Mia leaned back in her chair and tried her best to remain stoic. Claudius was enjoying this too much. He was enjoying the fact that they needed him. She wasn’t even completely sure that she wanted to know anything about Teppei. Sure, she was curious, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of thinking that she needed him.

“Do you know where he is or not?” Colt repeated.

However, Claudius was locked in an intense staring contest with Mia. He was waiting for her to speak, for her to ask about Teppei’s whereabouts. This was all about power. He wanted to know that the person he had spent so much time tormenting wanted something from him. He wanted to be in control of her.

“That depends. What can you do for me?” Claudius said, leaning back in his seat as well.

Mia scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Something you want to say, Princess?” Claudius asked.

“First of all, I’m not a princess. I’m a queen. Second of all, I’m not going to offer you anything. I don’t want to know that badly,” she said, beginning to get up so she could walk out the door.

“Wait!” Claudius called after her. “That’s it?”

He was obviously not happy with her or her response.

“If you don’t want to tell us, then fine. We’ll go,” she said with a shrug.

“Mia!” Colt said incredulously.

“No, Colt. I’m not going to beg him to tell me,” she said. “He doesn’t deserve it. If you want to stay here and try to win a losing battle then fine, but I’m leaving.”

“Fine then! Leave! You really are your father’s daughter!” Claudius burst out, causing her to raise her brows in amusement.

“So he left,” she said with a smirk, turning to face him head on. “You don’t know where he is, do you?”

Claudius looked murderous.

“The bastard ran out on us at the last second. He’s the reason I’m rotting in here while you and that pathetic excuse for a king sit on your thrones and ruin everything for everyone that isn’t in your precious inner circle,” he spat out, causing Mia to roll her eyes and sit back down.

“Oh, are we finally about to hear your evil villain backstory? Are you going to tell us about how The Crown personally ruined your life, or maybe it was the life of someone you loved, and you just had to get revenge by trying to kill us?” she asked sarcastically, leaning back in her chair comfortably. “Or should I remind you how much you burning down the orchard at Applewood really hurt everyone that isn’t in ‘our inner circle’.”

“No. No backstory. I just don’t like you, and I don’t trust you,” Claudius growled out, another sinister smile making its way over his face. “And Applewood wasn’t me. That was all your daddy.”

Mia felt her blood run cold, but she did her best to remain stoic and relaxed.

“You’re going to have to give me more than that to shake me up,” she shot back, briefly glancing in Colt’s direction.

He had been standing back and watching the interaction closely, a look of what almost appeared to be fascination on his face. Claudius on the other hand looked determined. He wanted to see her bothered and uncomfortable.

“He needed to prove that he was really in. Anton didn’t trust that he would betray his own daughter, so he had to prove that he wasn’t just fucking around with us,” Claudius said, making it evident to Mia that she was literally the only one who didn’t know Kaneko was her father.

“So, he came up with the idea to burn down the orchard. Anton loved it, but he still needed to make sure that there was a way to actually tie him to the crime, so he went out and did it himself. He set the whole place on fire, of course, he was fairly comfortable with fire,” Claudius said smugly.

Mia thought back to the large burn she had seen on Kaneko’s face in the picture. From what she knew of the night at the casino seven years ago, she assumed that it had been burned during the explosion. She tried to think of him setting a fire after he had been so badly injured by the exact same element, and the thought made her shudder.

“How did he end up getting away?” she asked.

She felt like she might be pushing her luck, and she wasn’t sure that he would answer, but she had to ask. She didn’t want to know, but she needed to. However, Claudius could see the exact same thing. He finally had her right where he wanted her all along.

“Not so fast, Princess. If you want me to finish the story then you have to do something for me,” he said with a satisfied smirk.

“I’m not doing anything for you,” she spat out, too far gone to care about holding in her frustration anymore.

“Then, I won’t finish the story.”

“Fine, don’t finish it. We’ll find him, and he’ll tell us himself,” she said, making her way out the door.

She didn’t stop walking until she finally got out of the facility. She walked up to Ellie and wordlessly held her hand out to the keys of the motorcycle she was leaning against. The woman handed her the keys, and she had just climbed onto the vehicle when Drake and Colt came running out to her, eyeing her worriedly.

“Get on,” she said to Colt. “Drake, give Ellie a ride back to the palace.”

The three shared a nervous look, but Colt got onto the bike anyway, and Mia immediately took off down the street. As the wind blew through her hair, she felt some of the stress leave her body. Colt clung onto her tighter as she began to go faster, wanting just for a moment to run away from all of her problems. After about twenty minutes she pulled up to the beach and parked the bike, kicking off her shoes and walking into the sand. Colt came up next to her, and the two of them stood in a peaceful silence for a moment.

“You were kind of badass in there,” Colt finally said, breaking the silence.

“Yeah, well, I’m not that scared little girl you used to know anymore,” she said, knowing that the statement was only partially true.

She thought she wasn’t that scared girl anymore, and if you had asked her a few months ago she would have said she wasn’t without a doubt. She was so much stronger now. She moved across the world, fell in love, survived Tariq and assassins. She was badass. She was strong. But now that Colt was back in her life and Kaneko was suddenly alive, she felt vulnerable. She felt exposed. She felt weak in a way she hadn’t in a long time.

“That girl grew up and got tired of being used and abused by men who thought they were more powerful than her,” she finished, thinking back on it all. Thinking back on everything the man she thought was her father put her through growing up. Thinking back on everything Constantine and Tariq put her through and back on everything Claudius and Anton put her through. Even Colt himself had put her through hell these past seven years.

The weight of her statement caused a tense silence to settle over them, and she could tell Colt was trying to avoid saying the wrong thing.

“Liam’s father orchestrated the whole scandal. He didn’t want Liam to marry me so he had me assaulted and set it up to make it look like I was a cheating whore. Because my mental stability was nothing in comparison to him getting what he wanted,” she said bitterly as she thought back to the incident with Tariq and the engagement tour after that.

She had been in a dark place those few months. She had felt violated and unsafe and a few times Drake had even had to talk her out of leaving the country and going back to New York. However, in the end she stayed.

“Why didn’t you leave? Why did you put up with it instead of going home when you found out?” Colt questioned.

“Because I love Liam. I love him more than anything, and at the end of the day I couldn’t lose him. He makes me so happy. He makes me happier than I ever thought I deserved to be,” she confessed, a small smile gracing her lips at the thought.

“Is it really that big of a deal? It was just some apples,” Colt said, causing her to sigh tiredly and close her eyes.

She fought back a fresh set of tears and took a deep breath.

“I thought the same thing at first too. I thought that Cordonia took it’s apples too seriously, and that everyone was overreacting. But, then Liam showed me the numbers. He showed me how many people worked at that orchard and were now unemployed because it was gone. He showed me how much of a huge hit to the country’s economy that fire was going to take, is still taking. The orchard in Applewood is one of the biggest in Cordonia, and apples are our number one export. It wasn’t just a few apples,” she said, hastily wiping away one of her tears. “It’s so much more than that, and we still don’t know how much he was involved in everything else.”

She sat down in the sand and pulled her knees up to her chest.

“I’m going to head back to Indiana,” Colt said, taking a seat next to her.

Mia noticed that Colt didn’t try to maintain his father’s innocence. He didn’t try to claim that he would never hurt her as he had before.

“Why?”

“It’s the best chance we have of finding him. He may have sent something else to the P.O. box,” he said.

“I just don’t understand. Why would he do this? Why would he do it and then send the address to you knowing that we would find out about his involvement in Applewood?” she questioned desperately.

“I don’t know. I don’t know why Pop did half of the things that he did,” he confessed.

“It doesn’t make any sense,” she said.

She couldn’t wrap her head around it. She couldn’t find a reasonable answer for him getting involved with the assassins in the first place and why he had disclosed his identity to them. The fact that he then sent the address to the P.O. box was even more baffling. If he wanted to get involved with the assassins then that was one thing in itself, but why send the address if he didn’t want them to know that he was involved with them?

“You should come with me,” Colt said, pulling her out of her thoughts.

“I can’t, Colt. I have responsibilities. I have a husband and a country to worry about. A country that’s still getting over the attacks of assassination attempts that apparently our father was a part of. I can’t just leave,” she responded, even though there was a huge part of her that wanted to drop everything and find Kaneko.

“But you want to.”

“Of course I want to. I feel like my entire life was a lie, and now I want to find him to get to the bottom of things, but I can’t just drop all of the things I have to do,” she said, fiddling with the hair tie that was around her wrist. “Also, no offense because I’m glad that you’re here, but at the same time I’m so mad at you for bringing all of this back into my life right now. I’m supposed to be happy and a blushing newlywed bride not worrying about my not so dead father and his illegal doings.”

Mia rested her head against Colt’s shoulder, and the pair watched in silence as the waves lapped at the sand before them.

“Promise you won’t disappear again, that you’ll go to Indiana, check the box, and then come right back here so we can figure out what to do together,” she said softly.

Colt was quiet for a moment, but he wrapped an arm around Mia’s shoulders and pulled her into his side.

“I promise.”

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The MFackenthal Show and Cordonian’s Gone Wild!

Anitah: Hello fabulous audience members! We are so glad you’re here. I know it’s a little early for the show to start, but if you could please try to take your seats quickly and quietly, that would be super helpful.

Alicia: As you all know or can guess, we’re the guest stars for today’s show.

Pam: But what you don’t know, because Megs doesn’t even know it yet, is that we are taking over today’s show!

Gen: So … really, we’re in a bit of a hurry here … we need to start this show before Megs gets on stage. Can you freaking be seated already?!

Pam: (whispering loudy to Gen) Yo, asshole, be nice to the audience.

Anitah, Alicia, Gen, and Pam all take a seat behind or on the desk that Megs often sits behind to start her show.

Anitah: Sit, sit, sit, everyone.

Alicia: Roll the cameras.

Gen: counting down using her fingers In 3 … 2 …. 1 …

Pam: Welcome everyone to the Cordonian’s Gone Wild edition of The MFackenthal Show!!!!

Anitah: You may be wondering where Megs is - don’t worry, she’s in hair and makeup. She should be out soon.

Alicia: ��For those of you who don’t know, I’m @leelee10898 - You can call me Alicia or Leelee, whatever you want. This is @ao719 AKA Anitah.

Anitah: The other girls call me Nita so that works too.

Pam: I’m @speedyoperarascalparty: Pam is my name.

Gen: And I’m @cocomaxley - Genevieve or Gen or asshole. Okay party people - Parties are not set up with an audience - so get your butts out of those seats, move your chairs to the left side of the room where the MFackenthal staff will help clear the room and bring in some more comfortable couches.

Anitah: Then, help yourself to a glass of Maxwell’s Purple concoction.

Pam: And don’t ask, we’re not allowed to share the recipe.

Alicia: Seriously, as to what’s in it … just don’t ask.

Gen: Anyways … everyone get a glass so we can raise a toast.

The audience scrambles out of their seats, following the directions as best as they can. The whole room is quickly transformed, a disco ball is hung from the center, a dance floor being laid down in the middle of the room, couches are set up around the dance floor and there’s a table stage left with about a dozen punch bowls filled with Maxwell’s Purple Concoction.

Pam: Does everyone have a drink?

Anitah: Everyone, please raise your glass.

Everyone raises their glass. The girls stand center stage - which is now the center of the room - and just as they’re about to raise their glasses, Megs comes walking out.

Anitah: To Cordonia!

Pam: And loyal, hot men!

The audience parts for Megs and the room gets quiet.

Alicia: To … choices? Why is everyone so quiet?

Gen: Welcome to your show, Megs!

All: To Megs!!!!

The audience: To Megs!

Pam hands Megs a glass of Maxwell’s drink. Megs takes it and slowly does a full 360 looking around the room.

The audience is cheering and clapping loudly.

Megs: Damn, ladies. If i didn’t know this was my stage, I’d never recognize it! Tapping her foot, is this a dance floor? Is this Maxwell’s purple concoction? Do you know what’s in it?

The audience: Don’t ask!

Megs: laughs. Oooookay … well, the producers are telling me we are already rolling soooo …

Anitah: So hello Megs and welcome to your show!

Megs: Welcome indeed! Megs takes a sip of the drink and a steadying breath. So … okay, well …

Gen: Well, in case it’s not obvious - we’ve taken over your show. We know what the people want-

Pam: Don’t worry - we’ll give the people what they want.

Alicia: So, just take another sip and let us take over.

Megs looks at the girls, shrugs her shoulders, looks around, and takes a seat next to an audience member.

Megs: Alright, ladies. It’s your show.

Anitah: Oh! That was easier than I thought it would be. Alrighty! So … ladies, what do we think the people really want to know?

Megs: Looking away from the stage and putting a hand over her hand to muffle her voice, she loudly says: What brought each of you to the fandom? Looking forward and feigning innocence Whoa, who said that?

Gen: laughing real smooth Megs.

Pam: I was going through Drake withdrawals. It was between books and I needed a fix.

Gen: I found TRR after seeing numerous ads on social media for the Choices app. I spent a ridiculous amount of money to binge TRR book 1 and book 2. Then, like Pam, got super thirsty for Liam, sorry not sorry Anitah! I found AO3 first then after some google searches, I found tumblr.

Anitah: It was a total and complete accident! I was googling something about the game while (im)patiently waiting for a new chapter to be released in book 3 and I saw a link to a fanfic. I had never even been on tumblr before and had zero clue what it even was. But was so glad when I found this glorious fandom!

Alicia: @darley1101. Someone shared a damien fic she wrote on the choices fandom FB page.

Megs: Oooh - here’s some insider information - @darley1101 has been booked to be on this show in the future. Hey, so tell us - When did “Cordonian’s Gone Wild” get started? How did it get started? What’s the real story here?

Anitah: Seriously Megs - chill! We’ve taking over! But, great question! So we all joined a huge chat group with what...10 other people? Lol. It was pure madness. Pam started writing one shots for people in that chat. Bringing their real selves into fics with their LI’s. And the four of us began talking in a separate chat and one night we were talking about how crazy, ridiculous and fun it would be if we all went to Vegas (with our pretend husbands because the IRL ones aren’t as much fun)

Pam: Or as 🍆

Anitah: So then I wrote One Night In Vegas...and we posted it just for fun and people really seemed to enjoy it. Do any of you remember who or how we got Cordonians Gone Wild?? Because I do not! lol

Pam: Nope!

Gen: This was Anitah or Pam. I know that. But it worked out because we all had different LI's after I got thirsty for Rashad.

Megs: I wondered how Rashad came in to the picture and had to assume someone latched on to him ... or, don’t be mad ⁨Genevieve⁩ ... he was the “leftover” (straight) male

Gen: Actually this was @boneandfur’s fault. She wrote some Rashad one shots and I loved him after that.

Megs: Ooooh, I wonder if she wants to be on the show? Hmmmm...

Anitah: As we were saying … Then as we went on each of us kind of developed these character traits I think (feel free to chime in guys lol) but example...in Mardi Anitah steals the royal jet and that became her thing- lol - so I always steal the jet and Liam gets pissed (which is exactly what I want)

Gen: Yep! I became the resident asshole which isn't too far off from real life. Actually it's exactly like real life.

Pam: Yea I mean, Pam is based off me. Gen and I realized we used to live right by each other in Illinois before I moved back to Michigan. I'm a marriage and family therapist. Went to Northwestern, so we wrote in Gen and I lived in Chicago together.

Anitah: Well, if I had a jet in real life I'd steal it…

Alicia: Shaking her head like she’s been zoned out … Actually I think I was the one who came up with the name lol. I remember mimicking it after girls gone wild.

Meg starts to get up to ask a question, but Gen is standing behind her and places both hands on Meg’s shoulders to push her back into her seat.

Gen: If I know Megs, she’d now ask a process question, like How do you decide who writes for what couple? Or how did you decide? Is it set in stone?

Megs glares up at Gen while she asks the question. Then she nods and waves Gen back to stage.

Pam: The couples are set in stone. They are our LI. Some of us are more committed than others..pam and anitah stare down gen and alicia. Some should cower in shame.

Gen and Alicia appear to be utterly unphased.

Gen: (cackling) I can't help it! I have a soft spot for Mr. Sinclaire!

Anitah: Pam and I are just less adventurous.

Pam: Trust...honesty....FAITHFULNESS!

Anitah and Alicia mock Pam’s words and movements

Alicia: Leo Rhys is my husband and has my heart.... I just have a soft spot for, Colt, Logan, Matt, Adrian, Damien, Earnest.. am I forgetting someone?? Oh yeah Bryce and Beckett.

Pam: Cough..whore..cough

Alicia: sticks up middle finger

Anitah and Gen: continue laughing

Pam: We all write all the couples, but the pairings don’t change...even if avatars do

Gen: She's talking about you Alicia.

Anitah: As far as who writes for what couple, if it’s a group fic we all participate, but each of us writes the respective couple if it’s a one shot or what not.

Gen: Usually someone comes up with an idea and someone else will be like - I'll write it 🙋🏻‍♀️… Or sometimes it's crickets …

The whole stage gets super quiet, everyone seems to be listening for the crickets. Megs gets up and the four girls glare at her.

Megs: No, no, I got it - your show. Why don’t you all simply discuss who has read which choices books and what is everyone’s favorite while I go and refill my drink?

Megs winks to the camera and walks to the table to get a refill.

Anitah: Oh god...there’s such a long list...

Pam: Anitah and I will sit this one out…

Gen: Prudes! I'll say it again, I love Mr. Sinclaire. But I've played AME, Bloodbound, VOS, TCATF, ROE (blah), PM and a bunch of others. But not a lot of the newer ones.

Alicia: Did you seriously just BLAH my husbands book?

Gen: Yes the fuck I did!

Alicia: The only one I have NOT read yet is most wanted. I have started the haunting of braidwood manor, both it lives and passport, but have yet to finish those. Otherwise I have read all books fully released and am up to date on current ones.

Gen: Most Wanted is so good!

Pam: Drake…

Gen: (pats Pam’s hand) We know, Pammy. We know.

Alicia: Some I have read numerous times.... like Ride or Die.... perfect match and blood bound…

Megs has come back to her seat.

Megs: Who is your favorite OTP?

Anitah: Liam x MC

*Everyone looks at Pam waiting for Drammy to be said 👀*

Pam: Drammy! I'm consistent

Alicia: Ah shit ummmmmm ...

Gen: Liam x MC

Alicia: Colt x Ellie

Megs: Poor Rashad and Leo! Shakes her head.

Gen: They’re fine.

Alicia: Oh! You know what we should talk about? Ourselves! Our jobs, our hobbies, our favorite things - what we do when we’re not writing …

Pam: Okay then … when I’m not writing - I work, play with my kids, I'm a brownie troop leader for my 7 year old, I fantasize about Drake Walker

Gen: Working...always working. Jobs are stupid. And I have this part time gig called a husband and two teenagers.

Anitah: Playing with my kids, being annoyed by my irl hubby and photographer on the side.

Alicia: Be a mom and all the "Mom" stuff that comes along with it..... oh and work...

Megs: And for fun?

Anitah: Photography for fun. I love taking pictures and scoping out new places to take them.

Gen: I used to crochet a lot. I taught myself to cross stitch. I like hobbies that keep me away from electronics.

Alicia: ummm good question. Write?? Crafts. Garden. I actually really didn't know how much I enjoyed it until last year.

Pam: Writing is my favorite past time currently. I also like to do arts and crafts with my kids, cooking..not baking, just to be clear...I like doing home improvement projects, painting, playing with my kids, hanging with my IRL hubs. Also, auditioning for a spot on Nailed It.

Gen: OMG! The first communion cake! It was amazing!

Megs: I should have made you make us a cake to go with this punch, Pam. Alicia mentioned favorite things … What’s your favorite work that you have written? Feel free to answer this as a group and about your work individually.

Anitah: Definitely NOLA is one of my favorites

Alicia: Same

Gen: NOLA was amazing!

Megs: And that stands for???

Anitah: Oh - New Orleans! I didn’t write it but it’s still one of my favorites

Gen: Max hugging Pams feet saying, “don't take my puppy, Bertrand.”

Anitah: Omfg I forgot about that part!

Alicia: NOLA, and Never Give Up.. does rhys smirk. That I've written Amsterdam.

Pam: I loved In Another Life, Amsterdam, Harry Potter

Anitah: I liked In the Doghouse too...it was rough but...angst🤷🏼‍♀

Gen: says the queen of angst.

Pam: Yes!!! Loved Doghouse

Alicia: Ooh and Christmas. With max and the cow

Pam: I liked Naked and Afraid, but it was a bitch to write. Dates was fun too. Hawaii...the dance🤤🤤🤤

Anitah: OMG YESS 😂🤣😂😂

Alicia: the vein

Anitah: (laughing) The vein(s)

Alicia: Yes. But it was the 1st time Leos Rhys’ vein was displayed

Pam: Pony will never be the same

Alicia: Leo naked tackles me in the water

Pam: Yep....Drake’s junk over my face...🤤🤤🤤 Guys...I think I might have an oral fixation. For real.

Alicia: no shit. And i mean that it the nicest way

Pam: I need something else to do with my mouth than suck Drake’s dick

Alicia: Suck his balls?

Pam: That could work...🍊🍊

Gen: And the crazy train just went off the rails…

Megs: LOL, well - you can find a full listing of their work now showing on the screen here.

Anitah: Awh, thanks Megs! Oh! The producers are indicating that it’s time for a commercial break. So we’re all going to refill our drinks and then we have another surprise in store for Megs. Megs - don’t forget to refill your drink and then join us on stage after these messages.

The 4 ladies and Megs are now center stage. Everyone’s glasses have been refilled.

Pam: Megs, as the hosts of your show and now that you’re two glasses of purple drink in - we have some questions for you!

Gen: How did you come up with the idea to do these interviews? I think it's awesome because it really helps get to know the other people in the fandom. Oh! And what's your favorite color?

Megs: The idea behind these interviews came from multiple conversations I had with some friends, especially @tmarie82, @lizeboredom, and @maxattack-powell. I wanted to give back to this community but I wasn’t inspired to write fanfiction. So I talked with them about different ways I could give back. I wanted ways that were non-competitive and ways that I could highlight the work of a specific author or visual artist. Multiple people mentioned how awkward it could be to reach out and start talking over tumblr but that they were always interested in process and the lives of the artists and I was like - I have no shame in asking all of the questions! Let me ask and share what I learn. Then I did a follower post - I think I had maybe 100 followers? Maybe 150? People had to enter - so I figured it was self selecting group and I did my first interview. The Ellen saw my interview and offered me her time slot.

Oh! … and my favorite color is mint green.

Anitah: How do you read so many fics to do your reviews? It’s amazing that you take all that time to do that and signal boost these writers to the fandom!

Megs: Awh, thanks! The true answer is two fold. One - tumblr mobile on my iphone. Two - I’m a huge nerd. I wake up and pretty much immediately start reading. I read in line at the grocery store. I read while waiting for the programs we use at work to switch between screens - because shit if that doesn’t sometimes take 5 minutes. Why should I stare at the screen while the wheel of death turns when I can read a couple paragraphs about the men in my life?

Pam: How do you decide what to read? Are writers or fics recommended to you or is it just luck?

Megs: At this point - tumblr tags probably play a larger than appropriate influence on what I read. I tend to check my notifications first and start there. I’m a sucker for having a conversation, sharing a joke, or getting a response from another person - be in the author or another fangirl or fanboy. I definitely take recommendations though. And, on the off chance that I can just choose what I read, then I go through my feed and see what strikes my fancy.

Alicia: What's your favorite thing you have read so far? And what is your funniest tumblr moment?

Megs: I have no clue what my favorite thing is that I’ve read. There is so much amazing work … but before I talk about my own funnies - I will mention two stories that had me laughing. One is by @hellospunkiebrewster called Blackouts and Bad Decisions and let’s just say that Bertrand has a tramp stamp. If that doesn’t make you laugh - nothing will. The other one was published far more recently by @laniquelovewrites. It’s called The Lion Prince and it’s inspired by The Lion King. I thought it was so funny that I read it to my husband. Who also thought it was funny. Hmmmm … as for my funniest tumblr moment … it’s probably been those times when I find a way to make an author’s characters ask for what I want. Like in this post - where I pretend Ethan and I are changing the clocks in the author’s house so that I can get the next part of the story sooner. I mean, I think I’m funny at least.

Well ... that’s about all the tim-

Pam: Oh Megs, Megs, Megs, not so fast. Did you think that our big surprise was asking you questions? No, the final surprise is yet to come.

Anitah: Yes, Megs, with the help of your amazing audience, we are going to play …

Alicia: drum roll please …

Gen: Never Have I Ever - CGW on the MFackenthal Show edition!

Megs: shakes her head and smiles So … how does this work? Like, when do I have to drink?

The four girls look at each other and shrug their shoulders.

Well?

Pam: You drink when we tell you to drink.

Gen: Yeah, down what’s left of that glass and we’ll get you another!

Megs: laughs … okay, well, I’m already buzzed … uh, can I say that on my show? … well, kids, everyone here is old enough to drink. Don’t drink and drive. Everyone who has been drinking will be taking a ride-share home!

Anitah: Okay, first question from the audience … Never have I ever been on The MFackenthal Show

Gen: this is my first time! So do I have to drink to this or not?

Pam: Looks like I'm popping my cherry!

Anitah: I’m drinking.

Alicia: 1st time… I'll drink to that!

Megan: haha, well, not as a guest … takes a drink.

Anitah: Second question: Never have I ever fantasized about a fictional character.

Gen: Omg! Who hasn't? Because I'm thirsty. Always thirsty for my pixelated men...I mean man.

Pam: Hahahahaha...snorting and laughing hysterically. Oh..wait...you're serious?

Anitah: all the time (chugs drink)

Alicia: *Guzzles drink*

Megan: anyone who says no is lying … takes another drink

Alicia: Never have I ever cheated on my partner.

Gen: I've never cheated on my IRL hubs. I've never cheated on Rashad either. Mr. Sinclaire doesn't count! 😂

Pam: I won't even cheat in my pixelated hubby by playing other books or romancing other LI...I believe honesty and trust are the foundation of all good relationships. STOP ROLLING YOUR EYES, ANITAH!!

Anitah: Never cheated

Alicia: NO!

Megan: Nope! I have a hard time even “playing the field” in the choices games. If I want to see what it’s like to be with another LI, I have to do another full playthrough.

Alicia: Never have I ever...had sex outside.

Gen: In real life, yes I have. In CGW I haven't. So I guess that's a draw.

Pam: Yes in real life and Pixelated life.

Anitah: (laughing hysterically) Well pixelated life we know the answer to that because...kinky king. And real life, yes.

Alicia: IRL yep. CGW Yup!

Megan: Indeed I have.

Gen: Never have I ever Given a blow job in public like Pam.

Gen: (hides face) yes. More times than I care to admit.

Pam: laughs...yea let's just say my hubby enjoyed one of the star wars movies intimately.

Anitah: eyes wide as she chugs her drink

Alicia: takes a drink silently

Megan: *takes a big drink* shaking her head from side to side

Gen: Never have I ever said your fictional husbands name in a moment of passion? ... No. Thought about during a moment of passion? All the time. Do NOT tell my husband.

Pam: In my head? Over and over and over...lol. I did however call my husband Drake once, just in passing. He was less than pleased.

Anitah: Not in a moment of passion but I have absolutely thought about it. I did however call my 3 year old son, who’s name starts with L, Liam, and he proceeded to correct me with his full name while giving me the stink eye.

Alicia: no. Have I thought about it…. Hehehehe

Megan: No. If I had, I’d never hear the end of it.

Pam: Get to drinking, Megs! Next question from the audience, never have I ever tried to see how many marshmallows can fit into my mouth.

Gen: Marshmallows, saltines, cinnamon - this was bad. Really bad.

Pam: can't say I have!

Anitah: I sure did.

Alicia: no, I have not

Megan: Marshmallows make me feel sick to my stomach. I tend to claim I’m allergic to them, even though I’m fairly sure that would mean I’m allergic to sugar. LOL

Pam: Never have I ever given someone a lap dance/received a lap dance

Gen: not in public…

Pam: Oh I've been to A LOT of bachelorette parties..so yep!

Anitah: Yes!

Alicia: sorta

Megan: Yes … my husband does this dance to Brittney’s toxic … Give me one of those questions. Takes a set of note cards from Pam and flips through them. Okay ... Never have I ever broken a bone.

Gen: I've never broken a bone! Yes I'm proud of that!

Pam: Nope!

Anitah: knock on wood - no I haven’t.

Alicia: I have not!! Even though I am an absolute klutz.

Megan: I haven’t either! Which is amazing because I have fallen out of a tree - totally sober, btw.

Anitah: Drink up, Megs!

Megs: finishes her drink … Okay, never have I ever told my real life husband/partner about my pixelated hubby.

Gen: No, he already thinks I don't love him. This would prove it.

Pam: Yep! My hubby is actually super supportive. He has helped me plot a few fics...the Drake and Pam chocolate wax disaster was made exponentially better by his suggestions. He is known as our cinnamon roll and Gen wrote him into a fic as owning a cinnamon roll shop..LOL. When Drake and I eloped, I made him call me Mrs. Walker the entire weekend and would not respond to any other names. I'm such an asshole

Anitah: (laughing) No way! He knows nothing! He doesn’t know about choices or that I’m in love with a pixelated man. He doesn’t know about tumblr or that I write. No one I know in real life knows anything about this. It’s like...my dirty little secret.

Alicia: yes and no. He does know about choices, he does know about Leo.. he does not know my level of infatuation with him.

Megs: Yup! My husband often asks “are you playing your stories?”

~~~~~later~~~~~

Megs: lifting her head off the armrest of the couch and blinking her eyes open hhhhhuh? Where …? Ooooh, my head is killing me … How is my studio back to how it looked before? Was that a dream? Megs gets up and pads over to her on-stage desk where she picks up a note and reads aloud, “You passed out shortly after our game. We partied hard with your audience and then put your studio back together. Whenever you want to do this again - let us know. I’ll steal the jet. Luv, CGW!”

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And now for the tags! If you want to be added to the tag list for these or removed, please let me know!

@hopefulmoonobject @queen-among-writers, @hopelessromantic1352, @lilyofchoices,

#The MFackenthal Show #The MFackenthal Show with Cordonian's Gone Wild #Cordonian's Gone Wild #This show was a blast to produce #I can't believe they made me drink so much #Wait yes yes I can #Anitah will steal the jet for me!#Long post #Amazing community #So much fun #Thanks for all who submitted Never Have I Ever questions #Thanks for the suggestion Nonny #These women are truly fantastic!#Truly a joy!

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kamilahmademedoit · 5 years

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The Talk (Mona x MC)

As part of RoD appreciation week, I’m posting this fic now, although it was almost done at least a month ago. It’s slightly AU, set a few years after the main events, Mona and MC are no longer on the run. I just want to see them have a regular life… sigh. Anyway, no warnings except for language and some implications.

Cutsey chubby baby cheeks, and little baby feet moving aimlessly in all directions, and that little button of a nose… ohmygod, the baby was smiling at her, a bit of saliva running down his chin and just… ugh, Ellie’s heart was melting on that interesting verge between tenderness and aggression. She stuck out her tongue at the baby and he looked at her with curiosity, then giggled the way only babies did and wiggled in his stroller, reaching his little hands for her.

His father didn’t bother much, just glanced over at Ellie a few times as if to make sure she wasn’t thinking of kidnapping his offspring, what with the way she was staring with this wide maniacal grin. Here they were, the three of them waiting outside a baby store on a warm Saturday evening with the sun still fighting for a spot in the sky. The dad was looking at his phone rather absorbed by whatever it was he was reading, the baby was fascinated with Ellie, and Ellie… she was this close to throwing away all rules of propriety and snuggling up the little bundle without so much as asking for permission first.

Then she noticed in the corner of her eye Mona stepping out of the store, shopping bag hanging on her arm as she was putting away her purse. Ellie immediately turned away from the baby, startled, God forbid Mona got the wrong idea about this whole thing and decided Ellie might actually…

“All fixed”, Mona announced, looking up at Ellie, her face that of a person who just had someone else deal with an annoying issue. “We even got a discount to make up for the mix-up.”

“Oh”, Ellie acknowledged simply and leaned in to look at the bag. “Too bad they didn’t have the one with the bees pattern for one-year-olds. But this one is cute too.”

“It’s adorable, are you kidding, look at the little mice, I mean, c’mon…”, Mona’s face lit up for a moment, her grin so sincere, mellowing down all the hard edges. Ellie gazed at her adoringly before leaning in for a quick peck on the cheek.

“Let’s go, we’re late enough as it is,'' she urged her gently and walked a few strides ahead.

Mona just now noticed the baby. She gave the little munchkin a smile, noticing how he smiled right back, his puff baby mouth twisting in that amusing way. Mona made a funny face at him, then turned away, catching up to Ellie.

They hadn’t seen Riya and Kevin in quite a while. They missed Trina’s first birthday because their flight got delayed, leaving them stuck at the airport on the way back from New York, and then also ended up missing Kevin’s 30th birthday a few weeks later when Ellie’s father got hospitalised. Things turned out fine but Ellie was scared senseless for a few long hours before they got to him and the doctors reassured them it was a minor injury on the job.

And now that Riya and Kevin had invited them over for dinner just to catch up, they were making up for the birthday parties missed by getting Trina and Kevin some overdue gifts, as well as a little toy giraffe for Sam, who was going to throw a tantrum if his little sister got something and he didn’t.

Riya and Kevin’s apartment building was just around the next corner and for once they made it barely 15 minutes late. As they entered the 10th floor apartment, however, a huge baby bump greeted them, followed by Riya’s wide grin and the satisfaction on her face as she saw how surprised they both were.

“Oh my God, Riya…!”

“I’m not that far along, it literally happened overnight, I swear.”

They exchanged a few more words over taking off jackets and making their way into the apartment, a curious toddler swiveling around their legs all the while making incomprehensible little noises.

Kevin greeted them in the dining room, opening a bottle of red wine. He made his way to each of them for a quick kiss on the cheek. “So it’s no surprise any longer,'' he said between greetings.

“Oh, I had a hard enough time keeping it secret”, Riya protested, giving him a cheeky smile.

They all sat around the table, little Sam climbing up ‘auntie Mona’s leg to sit in her lab, the stuffed giraffe already in his clumsy grip. As she was playing with him - a striking contrast between his baby talk and her slang - Ellie was talking to Riya, sparsely casting glances their way, noting how good Mona was at this. She wasn’t surprised, frankly, she had seen Mona interact with Kevin and Riya’s kids before. But something today made her feel that extra pull in her heart at the sight of Mona holding little Sam and she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

“So, obvi, we’ll have to skip that but I’d say it’s worth it”, Riya explained about their vacation plans.

“Oh, no, totally”, Ellie agreed, shaking her head. “We get it, we don’t want your waters breaking on the beach”, she laughed light-heartedly, reaching for her wine glass. “Besides, we’ll have the whole house to ourselves, right, babe?”

“Hm?”, Mona turned her head in her direction, Sam having captured her attention completely.

“I said we’ll have the beach house all to ourselves”, Ellie repeated, nodding her head toward Riya.

“Ah, yeah, sure, don’t worry ‘bout it”, Mona brushed it off before being suddenly smacked with the stuffed toy across the face, Sam openly demanding for her attention. “Hey, man, what the heck, thought we were buddies!”, Mona protested, much to his delight.

…

Late night conversations in Mona’s car was their thing. Sometimes they would go for a drive with no particular destination, leaving LA behind, Mona joking about never returning… but always making their way back to their apartment. They would talk for hours, having spent the day apart, and in those nameless moments Ellie could feel herself on the other side of Mona’s walls, safe in the little fortress instead of banging on the door as she had done so many times before.

On their way back from Riya’s they were both silent for most of the way. Ellie was pleasantly sedated by the one too many glasses of wine she’d had at dinner, her forehead rested on the window, the city lights blurring in her vision. Mona seemed to be somewhere else too, not in that detached, self-guarded way Ellie was well familiar with, but still, she was certainly in her head, only driving by instinct.

“So, should we…”, Mona broke the silence somewhat tentatively, Ellie’s head languidly turning in her direction.

“Should we…?”

“Yeah, I mean”, Mona’s gaze was on the road as she switched lanes, her focus divided. “Have one of those.”

It took Ellie forever to figure out what her wife meant by that. She knew her well enough to have an educated guess but she was confused by the wording and besides, surely Mona didn’t mean to suggest… or did she? Mona cast a quick glance her way when Ellie delayed her response, brows furrowed in concern.

“You want to have kids?”, Ellie asked for clarification, her eyes searching Mona’s face for a clue. She seemed dead-serious about it, whatever it was.

“Don’t you?”, Mona turned the question on her.

“Well, do you?”, Ellie arched an eyebrow, surprise coloring her face. Never had she imagined that Mona of all people would want to have the white picket fence life. Though, they were nowhere near that, their whole marriage so far as unconventional as they came, starting with the elopement in Vegas on the run…

“I actually want to.”, Mona raised her voice as if arguing against a previous version of herself, a bit surprised at her own answer.

“I do too…”, Ellie admitted softly, taking her gaze off Mona’s face to stare absently at the cars ahead.

“Since when?”, Mona gave her a quick glance, already anticipating the answer.

“Since always.”

“Can’t say the same for myself…”, a hoarse puff escaped her throat as she smirked.

“Since when do you want to have kids?”, Ellie inquired looking at her wife as if seeing her for the first time.

“Well, the idea kinda grew on me around Riya’s second.”

“And you’ve been thinking about it since?”, Ellie continued her little investigation, skepticism muffling her joy, making her cautious.

“Been considering it, yes…”, Mona glanced at her again, eyes widening at the look on Ellie’s face. “Don’t be so shocked, gorgeous, I have my moments.”

“You have more than moments”, Ellie quipped softly, her eyes sparkling with mischief, teasing Mona for her unexpected domesticity, her capacity for warmth and quiet marital contentment Ellie never thought she’d get to experience with her.

…

The muted sound of chatter and laughter filled the lazy morning silence as the sun drenched every surface of their bedroom in soft peach hues, its rays illuminating the millions of tiny dust specks in the air. Mona always watched those talk shows with no headphones and Ellie would chuckle beside her as a particular line briefly caught her attention, never taking her eyes off the screen of her own phone, sometimes making Mona mentally guess whether it was the host or a meme on Pictagram extracting that laughter.

But Ellie was unusually quiet today, not really paying attention to whatever it was she was looking at on her phone, neither really hearing the host’s witty remarks about the president’s latest diplomatic visit. She slightly leaned forward to reach for her cup of coffee on the tray between them on the bed, then had a small sip and hummed at the bitter taste she loved.

“It’s strong”, she remarked, pleased, not particularly addressing her wife but with the unspoken recognition that it was Mona who made coffee and breakfast this time.

“I was thinking about what you said last night,'' Ellie added after a few moments passed as the audience erupted into laughter.

“Hm?”, Mona didn’t even chuckle but neither did she take her eyes off the screen. “Oh, that? Don’t worry, babe, I don’t think he’ll really run for president again, I just meant if he did…”

“No, it’s not that… about having kids.”

The noise suddenly stopped as Mona hit pause. She looked at Ellie who was still holding the cup underneath her chin.

“Yeah?”

“Well… how do we go about it?”, Ellie asked meeting her gaze, her deep brown eyes holding another question.

“How do you wanna go about it?” Mona was unexpectedly solemn, the gravity of her resolve making Ellie now feel how real it all was.

“I was thinking… maybe I could get pregnant? Or you could! Or maybe… I could do it now and you do it the second time around?”

“The second time around?”, Mona arched her eyebrows, a mix of surprise and amusement lighting up her face. “What if we have the little fucker and decide we’re done with parenthood?”

“Babe, once we have ‘the little fucker’ we can never be done with parenthood. Ever.”, Ellie explained gently, tilting her head.

“I mean, I know, just… Let’s take it one baby at a time, okay?”, Mona chuckled, tracing Elie’s cheekbone with the back of her index finger. Elie closed her eyes, relaxing into her touch for a brief second. “Never wanted to be pregnant”, Mona continued, her eyes still glued to her wife’s face, her adoration now out in the open. “But I think I’d love to see you…”, she swallowed and lowered her hand, emotion suddenly too overwhelming.

Elie’s gaze softened as she leaned to plant a tender kiss on the corner of her mouth. Mona pulled back. She looked at her wife with that familiar mischief in her eyes, then she took the breakfast tray that was still between them and carefully placed it on the floor on her side of the bed. With that obstacle out of the way, Mona grabbed Elie’s waist in her arms and pulled her under the duvet, covering her neck with butterfly kisses.

“What, are we starting now?”, Ellie managed, laughter interrupting her sentence, as Mona’s kisses tickled and teased.

“Ha, yeah, I wish it worked like that.”

“Mmm… if it did, last night should’ve done the trick.”, Elie giggle, her voice breaking into a gasp as Mona gently bit below her jaw.

#mona rod #choices rod #rod mona #rod #mona x mc #mona

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bakudekuficlibrary · 6 years

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hi! do you guys know of any good love triangle fics? maybe with bakugou and todoroki crushing on deku?

Hello! Here’s the link to our One-sided Todo/Deku + Jealous Bakugou mini-list. Below are the rest of the love triangle fics out there. Some aren’t confirmed as to whether or not the endgame is BakuDeku, and so I’ll make a note of which ones those are 😊 There are no repeats of the fics in the other list in this one, and this one is separated based on the one-sided ship.

-Ellie

24 Works.

Todo/Deku & BakuDeku & Kiri/Baku

The Other Side Of The Door by Dontmindme9 ( G | 130,129+ | 49/? )

Izuku becomes Prince Shouto’s personal servant. Because Izuku has to follow him around every day, they get really close. When Izuku gets lost while on an errand, Shouto does everything he can to find him again. Meanwhile, Izuku is saved by a wild Bakugou. Inside the angry teen, Izuku see’s a side of Bakugou that no one has taken the time to see. Both take a liking to the innocent green haired boy, and refuse to give him up.

{ Curator’s Note: Unclear endgame }

Whatever It Takes by casschad ( M | 46,458+ | 15/30 )

Shoto and Kacchan are the sons of the Head of the League of Villains, and next in line to succeed when he retires. When they’re assigned a mission to spy on the All Might-led Hero Coalition, they set off with a few other villains to train alongside those with the best quirks in the hero capital undercover.

Enter Izuku Midoriya- a gifted trainer with a passion to find the best heroes to defeat the League of Villains. Meeting two very talented brothers with insanely powerful quirks has been nothing but a chore so far, but the three will come together to change the world as they know it, and maybe make it out alive.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Emotionally Abusive Parent]

{ Curator’s Note: Unclear endgame }

[Abandoned] "Yeah..." I turned back around and he was waiting for me ( Not Rated | 1,180 | 1/1 )

“Sorry.” I hide my head from his face which was slowly turning into a smile.

“Did you think I’d believe that?” He questioned.

“No.”

“I didn’t, I know you Kacchan.” My heart ached. Was this lie bringing us closer together?

Fuck yeah.

I just nodded, my face red. He’s the only one who can call me that.

{ Curator’s Note: No endgame cause abandoned & orphaned }

Todo/Deku & BakuDeku

Wildfire by Tenkku ( E | 117,868 | 19/19 )

With his family in dire straits, omega nobleman Izuku is sent to marry the strongest alpha warlord, Katsuki Bakugo. But Bakugo wants nothing to do with him, and the marriage is for political and military purposes only. Izuku doesn’t see himself as a weak omega and wants to fight on the battlefield side-by-side with Bakugo. Izuku will find friendly comfort in Shouto Todoroki, the prince of the Western Territory, and Bakugo’s prisoner of war. Todoroki will see the qualities in Izuku that Bakugo refuses to see in a Dom-Omega mate, but Bakugo doesn’t like to share, especially when Izuku belongs to him. Izuku will do whatever he can to ensure that he stands beside his alpha mate on the battlefield and help to bring change to the hierarchy world of alphas. Izuku will have to choose between happiness with one alpha or duty with another; he can’t have both.

Go to Bed, Dumbass by sunsetsundae ( M | 37,128+ | 17/? )

"What the fuck are you doing here at two in the morning?" The blond male asked in a voice that was closer to a growl as he curled the weight he was holding.

"I could ask you the same question," Izuku replied with a small smile as he headed for the bench press.

[Internalized Homophobia]

Dreams Can Become Reality by KingKagura ( T | 140,679+ | 25/? )

Just as a quirkless young girl is about to give up on her dream, her destiny changes with the meeting of her idol, All Might.Midoriya Izuku is able to become a hero. After gaining the One For All quirk from All Might, Izuku embarks on her own action-packed adventure, full of friends, rivals, enemies, and romance.

Full House by Hana ( G | 12,881+ | 6/? )

"Izuku, honey you must endure it. I am sorry your mother is weak, but this is the only way I could support us since your father's death." Midoriya Inko says as she caresses her daughter's tear stained cheeks.-------------------------

It was so many years ago that Izuku and her mother had to work as maids for the Bakugou family. For her mother,she endured endless years of bullying from her master, and loneliness from her distant coworker who she could never confide in. Never in a million years would she think that they would both fall for her. Not only that, who would have thought a butler would have turned out to be an heir to the Todoroki company?

[Abandoned] Artifical Feelings by FujoshiKingdom ( T | 4,199 | 2/? )

Bakugo Katsuki was created for one reason: Protect Izuku Midoriya. Nothing Else.

Katsuki, a stubborn and prideful Demerian would not simply obey a timid human lacking self-preservation, yet he can't help but experience an unknown presence whirling in his stomach when he first laid eyes on the green-haired omega.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

{ Curator’s Note: Endgame unknown }

the green-eyed leviathan by amphitryte ( E | 21,904+ | 7/? )

Izuku Midoriya is a respected pirate who has voyaged the seas for years, creating a life for himself that was both fulfilling and satisfying. The crick in the neck for King Enji, Izuku finds himself with a bounty on his head to be brought back to the unruly tyrant dead or alive. However, another King, much younger and volatile than the one aforementioned, sinks his claws into Izuku first, and he has his reasons to keep the young buccaneer at his side.

Even better is the fact that the Crown Prince, Enji’s son, has also been taken by this hot-tempered King. Thrown into a rowdy mix of politics, drama, and scandal, Izuku will fight to obtain his life again. That won’t be easy, however, when he has two sets of royal stares tracking his every move with interest, curiosity, and lust gleaming in their eyes.

omegaverse | pirate au

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

{ Curator’s Note: Unclear endgame }

Gifted with a Curse by JunNoAce ( E | 29,371+ | 5/? )

Updated to Explicit for future chapters. There will be sex and some possible deaths and possible trolling to readers. Main ship is KatsuDeku, some others may be present.

~~~~~~~~19 year old Izuku and his mother moves in a new village in the country side.Izuku has the strange hobby of studying and learning about the mysteries behind magic, curses, and so on.He meets Shoto a traveler who seems to have been on many adventures. Izuku is very curious about what stories the boy may have to tell but feels embarrassed by how nice the other treats him.One day his mother leaves to visit a shop in their old town and doesn't make it back home on time. Izuku worried goes to search for her and comes across an old castle.Here is where he meets him, a cursed Lord Katsuki filled with rage and with the appearance of a beast.

Meteor by kxro_2 ( E | 5,523+ | 2/? )

Midoriya didn't remember the meteor that hit Japan 10 years ago and injured him, nor did he realize his body was changing in complex ways due to it. Worry not! A prestigious school had recently opened up and only accepted the victims of injury of the meteor, due to the blood deformities it caused.

Katsuki realized how toxic he had been towards Midoriya when they were kids, which is why he pushed him away and refused to talk to him. He wanted to make things work out, but he was horrible at it.

Todoroki was just interested in the pleasant smelling boy and wanted to maybe court him. Maybe not, since all he got were death glares from a jealous Katsuki

A/B/O AU No superheroes

{ Curator’s Note: Unclear endgame }

He’s Mine by TheCommonPerson ( E | 1,364+ | 1/? )

Izuku was a rare nine-tailed fox, one of the last of his kind. His parents were killed when he was only three, and soon after the renown eight-tailed alpha lion, All-Might found him. A few years later when Izuku turned ten, he experienced his first heat and presented as an omega soon after that All-Might was called away and Izuku, was then left in the care of Shoto Aizawa, a four-tailed beta lone wolf. For five years Izuku lived in the central mountains with Aizawa until one harsh winter forced them from their home, they traveled into the eastern territories until they reached the cusp of the thick eastern forests where the beginnings of the eastern plains began.

The Bakugou pack controlled the Eastern forest while the Todoroki pride controlled the Eastern Plains, settled in the disputed land where the plains and the forest meet, Izuku encounters Katsuki the Six tailed Alpha wolf heir to the eastern forests pack and Shoto the Seven tailed Alpha panther heir to the eastern plains pride. Both Shoto and Katsuki view Izuku as their mate to be, and both intend to take him by whatever means necessary.

{ Curator’s Note: Unclear endgame }

Autumn Leaves by aftermath24 ( T | 28,713+ | 6/? )

It was a comfort that not many people had – to be able to pinpoint the exact moment their brains decided to go insane. For Izuku Midoriya, he'd be able to point at this moment with great confidence - the moment he saw nothing but empty clothes, and, instead of the classmate or even that loud blonde boy that he'd accidentally fallen on, a rat and a cat glaring at each other.

The fruits basket AU, where people turn into animals on physical contact

SeriesPart 1 of Nightbird

{ Curator’s Note: Unclear endgame }

[Abandoned] A Poppy in the Field by Midnight_Solstice ( M | 8,540 | 4/10 )

Shouto gets a glimpse of his future with the help of the future-seeing quirk from one of his father’s sidekicks, and finds out he dies protecting the person he loves the most at the age of eighteen.

He doesn't know what to make of this information, so he simply turns a blind eye towards it.

After all, Todoroki Shouto doesn't... "fall in love".

{ Curator’s Note: Unclear endgame }

[On Hiatus] Witch's Heart by Xyerose ( M | 5,953+ | 2/? )

Midoriya was fortunate enough to be a survivor of the Witch Hunt, one that wiped nearly the entire population of witches. He lives his life in complete solitude with his mother and his childhood friend, Bakugo Katsuki, encompassed within a world of false security and comfort. Within a flash, it all changes when the humans find him.

Right in front of his very eyes, his mother is burned at the stake.

...Enter Todoroki Shoto, the Witch Hunter with a wish he'd be willing to risk his own life for.

[ TW: Mentions of rape/non-con elements. I don't condone rape in any way nor do I support it. There is no actual rape within the story and there never will be. ]

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Rape/Non-Con | Dehumanization]

{ Curator’s Note: Unclear endgame }

Dramatic Love by AsakuraHannah ( T | 2,428+ | 2/? )

It’s more than just triangle love. It’s something your heart decides who you should stay with, even through hard time.

{ Curator’s Note: Unclear endgame }

Summer Breeze by CapersAndPines ( T | 5,293+ | 5/? )

Summer AU! Todoroki and Midoriya were childhood friends separated by distance and time. Summer has come and a mysterious boy has appeared. Is this what they call fate? Where does the summer breeze intend to take them?

{ Curator’s Note: Unclear endgame }

Izu/Ocha & BakuDeku

Of What ifs and time machines by Maru_Chan ( T | 47,765+ | 7/? )

Because the harsh reality was, that Izuku Midoriya was getting married tomorrow afternoon, and that no matter how Katsuki felt about it, there was nothing he could do to change that fact.

Or maybe there was.(Or: in which Bakugou Katsuki gets the bad end, and later gets another shot at rewriting it.)

Not Stated

You get a heart by Nephel_Cloud ( E | 35,486+ | 6/? )

At four years old, Izuku was deemed quirkless and useless for the world, his one close friend that he had trusted left him.His confidence and hope dimnished little by little as the years passed, the bullying adding more damage to him than only the physical scars.On a day, where everything seemed to happen at once, his life suddenly turned around. His hope had dimnished, but not the still colorful and detailed dream of becoming a hero. Unexpectedly, he finds help on his way to his dreams, and a rekindled relationship between two childhood friends ensue. How will the road towards heroism play out, for both of them?

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Underage | Sexism]

{ Curator’s Note: This work has the “Love Triangles” tag, but I can’t find where it states who is involved in the love triangle. }

His Kingdom by ElopeToTheSea ( M | 15,462+ | 4/15 )

"The kingdom or him?" Ochako asked. Her voice was low, full of disdain. "What will you chose?"

Izuku smiled, there was no fear in him. There was nothing he could ever regret in that second.

"My answer hasn't changed, princess," he responded. "And it never will."

Her eyes narrowed.

"Pitiful."

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

{ Curator’s Note: Same thing. Love Triangles tag, but unclear who is involved. }

The Dragon King's mate by twilightwings ( E | 23,424+ | 7/? )

Izuku decides to go after a rare flower that only grows, on a mountain in the Dragon King's territory. She discovers someone from her past living with the dragon, she is plunged into his world where she fell in love with him all over again. however there a noble knight who wants her hand in marriage. But However, there something sinister in the wake, when is a threaten force from the past is threating to return.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

{ Curator’s Note: Same thing. }

HypoThalamus [Hiatus] by ToxicPooPoo ( Not Rated | 41,131+ | 7/? )

Coming across old friends wouldn't cause you to discover more about the global mass murderers, an unusual dreaming ability, and the problem of seeing too much, yet Izuku Midoriya found himself in these conditions. The boy is driven by his concealed passion to rescue the innocent despite how illegal it is. With four hours of sleep every night and a hidden power that no one has acknowledged, he manages to complete vigilante duties at midnight. Izuku soon realizes that secrets aren't permanent, tragedies are the future's best friend, and that you should never ever play with fire.

Going on a hiatus, I'm not really motivated to continue this at the moment. I have another fanfic idea involving cool lookin' creatures and I wanna do that first since I'm more into that. When I get ahold of that fic, I'll also try to write these chapters and then post them every week when I feel it's where I want it to be.

{ Curator’s Note: You already know it babey. Read the notes above. }

Todo/Deku & BakuDeku & Shin/Deku

Why Me by Nonstopshipper ( T | 1,196 | 1/1 )

“Will you go out with me!!!”Izuku found himself surrounded by 3 people all asking for the same thing.

{ Curator’s Note: No endgame }

Todo/Deku & BakuDeku & Kiri/Deku

[Abandoned] We Found Love in a Hopeless Place by rap_cinna_mon ( G | 1,698 | 2/2 )

This is an AU where myths and legends exist.Forbidden forests, magical creatures, special abilities, curses and cure.

Adventure, fantasy, and romantic comedy.

This story is really slow paced.

{ Curator’s Note: No endgame because it was abandoned }

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