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It's Complicated — Rafe Cameron

Chapter One: Here we go again

Introduction

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Routledge!Reader

Summary: Rafe can’t resist you and tensions boil over at a party on the beach.

Warnings: Drug use, alcohol consumption, dirty talk, implied smut, swearing, death of parents

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: Here we go! Chapter One. I can’t say I’m super pleased with this but I wanted to set the tone. Please please please let me know what you think! The series title is an A Day To Remember song for all my emos. And the title of this chapter is the first words of the song. Lmao. Just a fun fact for you.

“Y’all have a good one! Be safe out there!” you called as you waved off the boat you just gassed up. 

You put the nozzle back in its place and wiped your hands on your shorts as you stood upright. You stared out at the coastline where the sun was setting and sighed softly. 

“Yo!” A voice called from above and you turned to find your brother standing at the door of the surf shop. “That’s it for the day. Let’s wrap it up.” 

You nodded, bending down to grab your water bottle and head up to help them count the money. 

“Chop, chop! We’re gonna miss them starting the bonfire!” 

“I’m coming John B!” You shouted back at him then muttered, “Jesus Christ.” You climbed the steps and entered your little bait and surf shop. 

Sarah was sitting on the stool counting the drawer while Kiara sat on the counter and counted the lock box. You busied yourself helping Pope put away products people decided not to buy and reorganize the shelves, two key members of your group clearly missing. 

“Where’d JJ and Cleo go?” you questioned, looking over your shoulder at your younger brother for answers. 

“To get the keg,” Sarah replied. She was counting the same stack of five dollar bills for the third time with a furrowed brow. 

“What? Why would they go get it? I’m the only one here of legal age,” you said with a laugh. 

You knew the Pogues had acquired fake ID’s over the years and never had trouble buying alcohol before. It just made more sense for you to be the one to go get it without the hassle. The clerks at the gas stations and liquor stores charged extra for knowing they had fakes but letting it slide. 

“New corner store just opened up a couple blocks away. You could show them an ID with a picture of Abraham Lincoln on it and they’ll still sell to you,” Pope answered. “Those guys are either dumb or don’t give a shit.” 

You hummed in response, hanging one last fishing lure on a hook then heading for the door. Sarah and Kiara were taking too long counting the money and you wanted to rinse off the sweat and oil from filling gas all day. John B could handle locking up for the night. 

You were exhausted. The beginning of Summer is always the busiest with the most tourists coming into the OBX to vacation. You almost considered heading straight for your bed and staying in for the night. But this was the first big party of the season, and you deserved to have some fun. So you hopped in the shower and relaxed under the warm water. 

There were dozens of people already on the beach by the time you arrived. Chatter and laughter filled the air as you slid the side door of the Twinkie open. Your eyes scanned the crowd, seeing Pogues, Kooks, and Tourons alike. They were still stacking wood in the rock circle where the bonfire would soon be lit, cutting the cool breeze coming off of the ocean despite the humid Summer’s night air. 

“Just in time,” Sarah sighed happily while climbing out of the passenger seat. 

Kiara handed you a couple of bags of red solo cups, her carrying a few more as well as the rig for the keg. 

“You boys got this right?” Cleo asked with a smirk as the four of you girls started towards the beach, leaving the men to lug the heavy keg through the sand. Grumbling could be heard from behind as you giggled and skipped towards the crowd. 

The beers started flowing quickly and flames soon illuminated the faces around you. You kept your red solo cup in hand as you weaved through the crowd and welcomed the warmth from the fire. The first few beers went down easily, your mind already fuzzy and buzzing from the alcohol. 

You caught up with old friends from school who were back from the Summer. A lot of them were fortunate enough to get off of Kildare Island and build a better life for themselves. Some were married, and some already had kids. The more you talked to them the worse you started to feel. 

You and John B weren’t so fortunate. Yes, the treasure hunting and gold helped you start a business, but you still struggled. It was the only source of income for you and six other mouths to feed. You rarely had much left over after paying the bills and buying supplies. Not enough to get you onto the mainland and into college. 

You made your way to the edge of the crowd, closer to the waves crashing on the shore. You stood alone and scanned the crowd that had grown much larger than when you first arrived. Your gaze landed on the Kooks, standing in their own group away from the rest. They looked at anyone who passed with their noses turned up, acting like they were better than everyone else like always. You couldn’t help the look of disgust that crossed your face. 

That’s when your eyes locked with Rafe’s. He smirked as he raised his cup to his lips and took a drink, staring over the rim. Sophia hung off of his arm like a trophy, completely oblivious to the silent interaction you and the man beside her were having. His new flavor of the month you supposed, or year maybe. They’d been together since February, even though Rafe refused to call her his girlfriend. She was a Pogue yet hid it well. Somehow weaseling her way into the group of spoiled rich kids as if she belonged. Somehow gaining the attention of the King Kook himself and getting him to stick around. Well, kind of. 

You wandered off at some point. You needed to clear your head and rid yourself of thoughts of how much of a failure you felt. As well as the man who contributed to it. 

The voices from the party grew quieter and the waves grew louder. The beer in your hand was lukewarm now, but you fought through a sip anyway. You came to a stop, bare toes wiggling in the sand as you stared out at the reflection of the moon on the water. Just as your head started to clear and the silence settled in, a voice ruined it. 

“Done with the party already?” 

You sighed and your eyes fell closed for a moment before fluttering back open. 

“Just needed a breather,” you replied. The footsteps grew closer until you could see his board shorts in the corner of your eye and he stopped. “What do you want, Rafe?” 

You turned to look at him as he was lighting a joint pinched tightly between his lips. The smoke started floating off the end as he inhaled and his eyes flickered up to meet yours. 

“Just came to check on my favorite Pogue,” he retorted stiffly with a sideways smile, holding the smoke in his lungs for another second before exhaling. 

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, looking back out at the water without saying anything in return. If you entertained him you knew what would happen. But Rafe seemed determined. 

“Want a hit?” He asked, slowly inching closer until he was standing beside you. The sleeve of his open button-up shirt brushed your bare shoulder, blowing in the wind around his toned abdomen. 

You ignored him. You shook your head and took another drink from your red solo cup. 

“Come on, (Y/N). You know you want to,” Rafe teased, moving to stand in front of you. He took the cup from your hand and took a drink, holding the joint out between you in your direction. 

You didn’t meet his eye, staring down at the rolled green that was slowly starting to go out in front of you. “Fine,” you sighed, going to take it from his fingers. But he pulled it away. You dropped your hand against your side and huffed. You knew what he wanted. He bit his bottom lip and brought the joint up to your mouth himself, watching your lips wrap around the end as you inhaled. 

“Atta girl,” he whispered with a smirk. 

You rolled your eyes and snatched your cup back, swallowing down half of it in two gulps. As much as you hated to admit it, you were nervous around Rafe. One, because of his unpredictable attitude and behavior. Two, because of the undeniable tension between the two of you being in such close proximity. No matter how many times this happened, you were always nervous. 

Rafe’s hand came up, brushing your hair over your shoulder before toying with the bikini strap tied around your neck. Rafe placed the joint between his lips and held it there, around it he suggested, “Why don’t you and I go have a little fun?” 

You looked up at him incredulously. “What?!” 

“Yeah,” he shrugged, eyes flickering from your lips down to your bikini top. His fingers trailed the seam of the bikini, over your collarbone, and atop your breast. Goosebumps were left in the wake of his touch, your body betraying you even though you tried to fight it. “We always have so much fun at these parties.” 

“Rafe..” you breathed as he dropped the joint into the sand and he bent down, lips brushing your jaw causing your breath to hitch. Your voice trembled slightly, “What about Sophia?” 

Rafe hummed, no remorse at all for what you were about to do. He kissed your neck once below your ear. The sound of your cup being dropped was drowned out by the thumping of your heart in your ears. His breath was hot on your neck as he spoke softly, “She doesn’t make me feel the way you do. No one makes me feel the way you do.” 

Your hand came up to grip his biceps, eyes fluttering closed as his lips worked over your sensitive skin. His hands found your hips and pulled you closer until you were nearly chest to chest. You would never admit it out loud, but you felt the same way. No man had ever come close to making you feel the way that Rafe did. And you weren’t sure anyone ever could. 

Your hands slid over the muscles of his arms until your fingers found his hair. He raised his head, pupils blown as you finally met his eyes. Your bottom lip shook from the look of pure desire on his face. You glanced at his lips, unable to ignore how badly you wanted them on every inch of your body.

You caved. 

“Make it quick. I’ve already been away for too long.” 

Rafe smirked wide before he pulled you into a heated kiss. He pulled away only to say, “You won’t have to worry about that. I’ve been waiting all night to get you out of this damn bikini.” And then he was kissing you again, backing you into the trees to sneak you around to his Jeep. 

As you climbed out of the backseat of the black Jeep, it was clear that post-nut clarity hit Rafe, and the buzz from the beer and weed had worn off significantly. He wouldn’t even look at you as he fixed his swim trunks and ran his fingers through the hair your fingers had just been gripping like your life depended on it. You sheepishly fixed your bikini top in the reflection of the passenger window and swiped at the smudged mascara under your eyes. 

The sound of the back door slamming made you jump. Rafe didn’t say a word as he walked around the vehicle and back towards the party, leaving you behind to collect yourself and come up with some excuse as to why you disappeared. 

You scurried around the Jeep and towards the Twinkie, faking like you had been in the old van the whole time in case anyone saw you. As you rounded the front, you saw Rafe back with his group of friends acting as if nothing had just happened. His arm was back around Sophia’s shoulders and you uncomfortably witnessed the moment he lifted her chin for a sloppy kiss. 

I wonder if you know I just came from his mouth twice in the back of the car he brought you in, you thought to yourself. 

And that’s when the anger set in. How dare he use you like that and go back to her like you were nothing? How dare he treat either of you this way. As much as you couldn’t stand Sophia and how fake she was, she didn’t deserve this. You didn’t deserve this. 

Your eyes pricked with hot tears of fury. You made a break for it from the Twinkie, beelining for JJ who was at the keg because he was the only person from your group you could see at the moment. But there was only one route to him. Too many people on the beach to weave through. And it led you right into a trap. 

“(Y/N)! Care for a beer?” Kelce offered as you tried to get past the group of Kooks, a smirk plastered across his smug face. 

“I’m good. Thanks,” you replied dryly, blinking back the tears threatening to spill. 

The sniffle gave you away. And like vultures, they couldn’t wait to rip you apart.

“What’s got the Queen in such a rush?” Ruthie stepped in front of you to block your way. That stupid nickname made your blood boil even more. Queen Pogue. They called you that like everyone called Rafe the King Kook. As if there was some kind of hierarchy amongst the already divided groups on the island. “Stay awhile!”

You looked past her, praying that JJ would look up and see what was happening. He was too busy talking to younger Pogues. You could tell he was also already wasted by the squint of his eyes and the sway of his body. 

“Cat got your tongue?” Ruthie teased again, trying her hardest to get under your skin. 

“Fuck off and get out of my way,” you warned. Your hands were in white knuckle fists at your side. You were trying your hardest to keep your anger at bay. Anger with Rafe that everyone around was about to get the wrath of.

The Kooks laughed and gasped in feigned fear. Your jaw clenched and you closed your eyes, trying to focus on your breathing. If Ruthie didn’t move you were going to move her yourself. Which she would be sure to press charges on you for and that’s the last thing you needed right now. 

“Just let her go, Ruth,” Rafe spoke up from behind you. For a second, you thought he was coming to your defense for once. Urging his group of ‘friends’ to just leave you alone. But then he opened his mouth again, “No point in wasting your breath on trash like her. She’s not worth the trouble.”

White hot rage spread through your veins and for a second, you blacked out. You ripped the full cup of beer out of Kelce’s hands and threw the whole thing in Rafe’s face. Commotion. Suddenly there were bodies and shouting all around you. You lunged at him as he stood there in shock but someone grabbed you. You were screaming obscenities and flailing in Topper’s arms, swinging at Rafe despite knowing you wouldn’t land a single punch. 

“Fuck you, Rafe! Are you fucking kidding me?!” you wailed. “Let me go!”

JJ was there in an instant, grabbing your arms so you didn’t hit him. “Hey. Hey!” he tried to calm you down. “Topper let her go, man!” 

“(Y/N), what happened?” John B was there now too, grabbing the sides of your head and forcing you to meet his eyes. “Calm down. What did they do?” 

“We didn’t do shit man, just offered her a beer.” 

“Bullshit!” JJ snarled, knowing you wouldn’t get so worked up over nothing.

Your bottom lip trembled, eyes flickeirng to Rafe who was soaking wet and looking at you in disbelief. Sophia was using her own tank top to wipe the beer off of his cheek and neck. He scoffed and snatched the shirt from her, storming off down the beach and towards the ocean to rinse himself off. She trailed after him like a lost puppy. 

“Just take me home, please. I want to go home.” 

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AMERICAN MONEY ★ LOGAN SARGEANT

PAIRING ✦ logan sargeant x fem!reader

SUMMARY ✦ after a trip to the miami grand prix, and some meddling from your sister and her boyfriend, you manage to capture the attention of a certain williams driver [ SMAU ]

WARNINGS ✦ cursing

NOTES ✦ reader is british & lives in london. reader is also a uni student. the fc i've used is brooke flecca, but feel free to picture whoever you want! this fic is based off of the song American Money by BØRNS.

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love love love ur writing babes!!

maybee u could please do one where reader begs rafe for a darry ring, like the $500 ones u can only buy once in ur life and u have to submit ur id to buy it.. i want to know what ur thought process on how rafe would go about it? 🫣🫣🫣

promise sealed — RAFE CAMERON

authors note I don't think you guys realize how much it means to me when you compliment my writing. I hope you enjoy this request lovie.

summary rafe buys you a darry ring showing his love and devotion to your relationship.

warnings none

Rafe Cameron was not used to hearing "no." In his universe, money and power could sway any circumstance to his liking. So, when you casually mentioned a Darry Ring—an unique sign of eternal love that could only be acquired once in a lifetime—he became fascinated.

You were seated on the patio of Tanny Hill with Rafe to your right, his arm over your shoulder, watching the sunset from afar. The summer wind on your skin and the birds chirping made the moment feel especially pleasant.

"Baby have you heard of a Darry Ring before?" You blurt out, playing with Rafe's gold ring.

"I've heard about those rings," Rafe replied, and raising an eyebrow at you. "Why do you want one so badly?" He was curious and wanted to know more.

You took a deep breath, knowing that you needed to express your feelings clearly. "This isn't just any ring, Rafe. This is a promise. They only allow you to buy one in your entire life, and you must submit your ID to confirm it. It signifies that the person wearing it is the only one for you. Forever."

"Forever, huh?" he wondered, more to himself than you. His fingers tapped against the armrest, and you could see the wheels churning in his head.

You nodded, thinking he understood how much this meant to you. "Yes, forever." It's not about money, Rafe. "It's about the promise."

Rafe loves you more than anything in this world. You're his everything. He would do anything for you, literally. One thing he fears the most is losing you and breaking the promise of never hurting you.

Everyone sees how in-love you are with each other. The way you look at each other is like you two are the only people in the room. The moment you got together, friends started talking about your wedding day.

But as he saw the openness in your eyes, he felt something shift. You weren't asking for financial things; you were asking for a pledge, a piece of his heart.

As the rest of the night went on, the conversation about the ring stayed in Rafe's mind.

Over the next four days, Rafe found himself continuously thinking about the Darry Ring. Constantly on his mind going back and forth. One thing Rafe doesn't want to do is buy this ring for you then could do something that may hurt you; never in his life does he want to hurt you.

You asked him about the ring one of the days you were hanging out. He told you he was looking into it but never gave you a final answer.

He did research, learning about the company's ideology and the importance of the ring. He even read comments from other couples who had purchased the ring, and each story touched a deep part of him. He wanted this to be perfect.

Once Rafe came the finalization about the ring he started to search for the perfect one for you. Luckily for him, he's been saving up money for special things like this.

Rafe spoke with his sister, Sarah, about the concept of getting you the ring. She was quite excited about the ring. She assisted him with the design because you two hang out occasionally.

Rafe accepted that this wasn't only about you; it was also about him. It was about his willingness to venture into the unknown and truly commit to someone he loved. The Darry Ring's exclusivity was both scary and thrilling. It meant he'd always put you first.

A few days ago the ring was ready to be picked up on the mainland. He was so excited and nervous to see how the ring turned out; made sure it was perfect.

He decided on a simple yet intimate setting. He took you to your favorite spot by the beach, where the two of you had shared countless memories.

You were sitting on a blanket with food you ordered from a restaurant down the road. The waves hitting shore filled your ears. People talking amongst themselves, kids running on shore, etc.

"The sunset looks beautiful tonight, don't you think?" Your gaze is drawn to the sunset in front of you, with the waves gently touching the shore. 

"Not as beautiful as you" Rafe replies, kissing your cheek while reaching in his back pocket for the Darry Ring.

You could feel his heart racing thousands miles per hour with your back pressed against his chest. Frowning with concern before he spoke up again.

"I've been thinking a lot about what you said," he began, pulling out the small, elegant box from his pocket. "About promises and forever."

He actually got it.

Your eyes widened when you realized what was going on. Tears started to form in the corner of your eyes. Getting chocked up by the moment. Searching for the right words to say.

Rafe opened the box to discover the stunning Darry Ring inside. "This ring represents something to both of us. It's a vow that you're the only one for me, and I'm willing to commit to you for the rest of my life."

Tears slowly fall down your face; carefully wiping them off your face. Now your heart is beating thousand miles per-hour. Your entire body is on cloud nine.

“Wh-a-t did I get to deserve someone like you Rafe?” You cry, lifting your shaky left hand, allowing Rafe to slide the ring on your finger.

"I love you so much, sweetie. You mean the world to me. Our love is stronger than any other." You cut Rafe off by pulling him in for a long kiss, your arms gradually tightening around his neck and his hands grabbing you around the waist. 

It was the perfect moment that you'll cherish for the rest of your life. You couldn't take your eyes off the ring, admiring its beauty for the rest of the night.

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Tear me to pieces

Summary: Vanessa was annoyed. Her dad had sent her to check on you at the old Freddy's location on the outskirts of town. She expected the eerie atmosphere and dusty hallways, but she didn’t expect the way you made her feel. | Words: 6,031K

Warnings: Semi-graphic depictions of corpses. Death, murder, missing people, references of child death/murder. Parental abuse, physical abuse, verbal abuse, manipulation. Cursing. A slight sexual joke. Heavy angst, hurt/almost no comfort. William is an asshole on this one, you guys. Fem!Reader.

A/N: Whew, this took so long! But I'm kind of proud on how this turned out, so I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I went out of my way to make William as shitty as possible because I love making Vanessa suffer, and well, there's also sort of a plot twist? It's probably pretty obvious but I tried to keep it in the dark a little :). Title is from Lovely by Billie Eilish & Khalid/Inspired by the entire album of Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge, by My Chemical Romance.

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She had arrived at least fifteen minutes ago, but her headache from her father’s berating had not yet subsided. She really wasn’t in the mood to make any effort. In spite of William’s scolding, she wanted just to fulfill her father’s orders in the most half-assed-and-bare-minimum-effort way possible.

Vanessa sighed, staring at the restaurant’s sign. The letters of the neon sign glowed dimly over the parking lot.

She cursed under her breath and got out of the car. She opened the trunk and took out the bag where she kept his fake police uniform. Her father had been trying to convince her for months to enroll into the police force, but she had refused over and over again. Vanessa knew he just wanted her to cover for him, and she refused to be more involved in his crimes than she already was.

She put the uniform over her normal civil clothes, grabbed the fake police badge and the ID and stepped out of the car. 

Vanessa took a deep breath and finally walked to the entrance. 

Doing these checkups was never easy for her. She got to meet pretty mundane people who were practically doomed from the start. From middle aged parents that just needed the job to survive with their kids to college students and teenagers that were fresh out of high school and just wanted to make some money to buy a car or go out with their friends.

They never lasted. Never.

Unfair was an understatement.

At least her father didn’t have to do with the disappearance of the majority. Most of them she would find inside Freddy. It wasn’t pretty. It didn’t get any easier, but at least she knew her father wasn’t the real cause in the end. Or that’s how she tried to convince herself.

She rang the bell, waiting for the guard of this month (or perhaps of this week only) to come out.

She looked back at the parking lot. It was empty except for her car, parked on the darkest corner she could find. The door opened and she snapped her head back to the entrance.

And she saw you, looking confused.

“Is there anything I can help you with, officer?”

She stared at you for a moment. “Another college kid?” she thought wryly, “she’s not even going to last the full week”.

Vanessa forced a smile, suddenly becoming too aware of the way your gaze wouldn’t leave her face.

“Hi,” she said in a slightly strangled voice. You frowned.

She blushed slightly and cleared her throat. “Sorry. I’m Officer Shelly. Vanessa Shelly,” she laughed awkwardly.

Vanessa extended her hand out, hoping you would understand the gesture and shook it. You complied. It was gentle, but firm. 

It made her skin tingle.

Vanessa swallowed, trying to shake the feeling away. 

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing serious,” she began. “I just wanted to check on you. When there’s a new night guard in this place, word spreads fast.” 

You made a confused face, but you nodded. She smiled at you, “can I come in?”

“Um,” you hesitated, then sighed. “Yeah, sure,” you said while stepping aside. She gave you a polite smile and she went into the restaurant.

Once inside, she looked around. It looked the same every time, but that didn’t make it any less dreadful.

The place used to be crammed with kids and their families. There were always birthday celebrations, kindergarten graduation parties, some people just going for a quick bite after a long day. Hell, sometimes even some high school students would show up after homecoming.

She remembered it well. The smell of pizza, the laughter of children, the animatronics singing and dancing. 

And then, her father inside the suit. The police sirens, mothers crying, fathers yelling.

A chill runned down her spine, snapping her out of the memories. You eyed her curiously at the sudden reaction, but said nothing. 

Vanessa cleared her throat again, “how long have you been working here?”

You licked your lips, an action Vanessa got too caught on. “A couple of days only.”

She hummed, nodding. “Has anything weird happened?” You swallowed, “weird how?”

Vanessa shrugged. “Like someone trying to break in,” she said casually, glancing around. “Or,” she trailed off, “equipment malfunctioning, like the monitors, or the cameras, or…”

She turned to face you. “Maybe the animatronics getting a bit quirky.” She tried to be as nonchalant as possible while mentioning the animatronics.

You seemed to tense up slightly, opening your mouth to answer but then snapping it shut again.

“No,” you said finally, with a slightly higher pitch than usual. “Nope. Nothing like that has happened, ma’am.”

Vanessa grimaced at the formal way you addressed her. “Please,” she forced some humor into her voice, “don’t call me that.”

“Oh,” you breathed out, “I’m sorry Officer–”

She raised her hand, signaling for you to stop talking. “Just,” she sighed, “just call me Vanessa.”

You breathed out softly. “Sorry, Vanessa.”

The way you said her name had her avoiding your gaze nervously. “God, Vanessa, get a grip,” she thought.

“It’s fine,” she dismissed quickly.

You two stood there in an awkward silence for a few moments. She couldn’t bear it.

“So, what made you decide to work at Freddy’s?” Vanessa internally scolded herself for asking something so stupid and personal.

“Oh,” you said, shrugging. “I just wanted to make some money before the school year starts.”

Vanessa nodded slowly, “Highschool?”

You shook your head. “College, actually.”

Her eyes widened, you looked younger than you were then.

“That’s,” she blinked a few times, “nice.”

You nodded awkwardly, and she smiled. “What’s your major?”

“English literature.”

“That sounds interesting,” she said thoughtfully.

“You know, I never considered going to college,” Vanessa murmured, thinking how her father would reduce her to dust if she even dared to suggest the idea.

“Is that why you’re a cop?” You said bluntly. You quickly realized how that sounded and attempted to take it back. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”

Vanessa stared at you blankly for a moment before bursting out laughing. 

You smiled, confused. 

“Don’t worry. It is probably why I am a cop, yeah,” she said, smiling, trying to regain her composure.

Not one of the previous had charmed her enough to even smile, and now you were making her laugh.

She obviously couldn’t tell you that she wasn’t actually a cop. She sighed, gazing at the clock that hung on the wall. “Well, I better get going, I still have to patrol a couple of blocks,” she lied.

You nodded, understanding, and then escorted her to the door.

“I may come back another night to see how you’re doing, alright?” 

“Sure.”

Vanessa nodded, but before you closed the door, she spoke again. “You never told me your name.”

You smiled, “Y/N.”

“Y/N,” she echoed, then nodded. “Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you too, Vanessa.”

And with that she made her way back to her car, her heart pounding inside her chest.

She returned four days later by her father’s order. 

Same routine. Choose the darkest spot in the parking lot, put the fake uniform on top of her normal clothes, grab her fake badge and fake ID and put on her bravest face. 

It was the same procedure she had done for years. Except, of course, that this time it was pouring, and she hadn’t brought a rain coat with her.

She frantically rang the bell, feeling the rain wet her clothes and soak her to the bone. 

You opened the door, letting her through. She mumbled a thank you as she rushed inside.

“God, you’re soaked,” you murmured. She snapped her head towards you, almost straining her neck, and you blushed at how that sounded. “I, I meant–” 

Vanessa sighed, looking at her uniform, “I know what you meant,” she grumbled.

You cleared your throat awkwardly, “I think there’s a towel in the office. Come with me.”

She followed you to the office while shivering. You offered your chair for her to sit and she gladly accepted it.

She watched you search every corner of your office for a towel, but the only thing you could find was a handkerchief. 

“Sorry, this is all I have,” you scratched the back of your neck as you offered the piece of cloth. She took with trembling fingers, and immediately dried her face.

“What brings you here again?” You asked, sitting on your desk. She sighed, untying her hair to try and dry it a bit with the handkerchief. 

“I just want to see how you are doing, honestly,” she said, making a face. “I didn’t read the weather forecast, as you can see.”

You chuckled a bit, “you’re going to be fine.”

A beat passed and you spoke up again, “actually, I have coffee, would you like some?”

She groaned softly. “Oh my God. Yes, please.”

You chuckled again, taking out a thermos from your backpack and pouring some in the mug sitting on the desk.

She took the coffee hastily and took a sip, humming in contentment. “I think you’re the first guard to bring coffee to the job,” she murmured. You raised your eyebrows.

“Okay, first of all, that’s ridiculous. The job is being a night guard, I can’t be the only one,” you rolled your eyes, and she smiled into the mug. “And second of all,” you looked into her eyes, “you met the other guards?”

Vanessa choked on the hot liquid, and coughed. She had said too much.

“Um,” she said, trying to recover. “Well, I met some of them,” she laughed awkwardly, avoiding your eyes. You hummed, seemingly satisfied with the answer.

“And how were they like?”

Vanessa sighed, as flashbacks flooded her mind. 

Sometimes she would find their bodies still sitting on the chair, their head laid down on the desk. She would consider herself lucky when she found them like that. Usually they had been just stabbed on the chest, or the stomach. It was probably Foxy, or that’s what she liked to think.

Other times she would find them in the supply closet. Dismembered, split in a half, headless, or smashed. She would have to hide the bodies and additionally clean the whole room. 

The animatronics were relentless, especially, she had come to realize, if the person looked like her father, even if it was just the minimum. 

She didn’t blame them of course. They had been trapped in there for at least two decades, and even if they had forgotten what happened, and who did them wrong, they still subconsciously searched for vengeance.

“Vanessa?” 

She snapped out of her thoughts, “yes?”

“What were the other night guards like? I mean,” you shifted on the desk, leaning in. “I mean, I’ve heard that most of them went missing. But that can’t be true, can’t it? That’s too many people to be a coincidence.”

She swallowed, looking at the remaining sip of coffee on the mug.

Vanessa cleared her throat in an effort to regain her composure. “Well, I’m sure most of them simply quit.”

“You don’t seem so sure,” you said, arching an eyebrow. She tried to brush it off by chuckling. 

“I mean,” she sighed, “it would be too many people to be a coincidence, like you said. People don’t just… disappear.” 

You frowned. The tone in which she had said it made your curiosity rise. 

Just as you were about to ask her to explain what she meant, she drank the last of the coffee and handed you the mug.

“Well, thanks for the coffee,” she looked down at her hands, where she was holding the handkerchief. “And for the…” she waved the piece of cloth, “this.”

You smiled and her heart sped up. “Sure thing."

It had become a routine. She came back to supposedly check on you, but in reality she just wanted to see you. To hear you.

She ached to look at you as you ranted to her about a boring book you had been reading lately. 

She brought you dinner sometimes, which you always took with a smile, and a thank you in a soft voice, which made her heart leap into her chest.

Vanessa wasn't what people would call experienced in love, much less in dating, or relationships, but she knew that what you made her feel was not only attraction, but also affection.

Affection had always eluded Vanessa. First from her father, given his nature, and then from her mother, who vanished from the face of the Earth when Vanessa was a child.

But you were different. You seemed to exhale affection through your pores. It was so natural for you, whether with her or with everything else, that she could feel devotion slowly consuming her.

Her father had started to suspect that something was up. He had always controlled her outings, only letting her out at night to fulfill her duties as his spy, but she was checking on the guard a little too much for his liking.

He had even cornered her, grabbing her arm tightly and pressing her against the wall. “I’m warning you, Vanessa,” he said. “If I find out that you are crossing the line between my orders and your personal matters, it’s not going to end well for either of you. Especially not for her.”

She had suppressed a shiver as William let go of her arm.

Vanessa knew it was risky, but she didn’t want to stop. In fact, she couldn’t. It’s like she had become addicted to you.

Addicted to your smile, your humor, your voice. 

She hadn’t even touched you yet, aside from the handshake on the first night she met you, and the occasional brush of hands when she handed you some food, or when you gave her a mug filled with coffee.

She loved to hear you rant about the books you read, even if she thought that reading was boring, especially the books you always chose to read.

“I’m telling you,” you said, “this has to have some truth to it!” You exclaimed, holding the book up, whose cover read “The Turn of the Screw.” 

“What if ghosts do exist?” You continued. She rolled her eyes, slightly unamused by your interest in the supernatural. 

She knew ghosts were real. The whole place was a proof of it. All the deaths, and the attacks, it was obvious what had provoked them, but she remained silent as you kept speaking.

“I mean,” you continued, “you know energy can’t be destroyed, right? And humans are energy. So what really happens to our energy when we die?”

You seemed fascinated by the concept of ghosts now. All thanks to that stupid book.

“Y/N, you can’t be serious,” Vanessa scoffed. 

You rolled your eyes, “you just don’t get it.”

She sighed, shaking her head. “Yeah, that’s probably it.”

You grinned, “I could lend you the book if you want.” She chuckled.

“That won’t be necessary, believe me. I know enough thanks to what you have told me,” she smiled.

“Well, that sounds like you don’t like reading.”

 She laughed, “Not all of us can be workbooks like you, you know?”

Your grin widened. “You just don’t appreciate the beauty of reading and analyzing.”

Vanessa hummed, and smirked, “that must be why I became a cop.” You groaned. “God, no. I thought you had forgotten about that.” She smiled.

“I never forget the things you tell me,” she said softly. 

You smiled softly, blushing slightly while you looked down at your book. On the page you were left on you put the handkerchief, which you were now using as a separator, and closed the book.

“You know,” you spoke softly. “I know that might have sounded pretty mean. But I said it as a compliment.”

She met your gaze, “how so?”

You licked your lips. “Well, I could never be a cop. To be a cop you need to be brave, smart and caring. Reading is something I’ve always loved, that’s why I’m majoring in english literature, but you,” you paused. “You became a police officer to help people, something that has never crossed my mind.”

Vanessa swallowed, knowing that she wasn’t a real cop, and that she wasn’t pretending to help anyone but herself and her father.

“Your decision to pursue a career that allows you to help others doesn't compare to my futile decision to study literature because I like to read and be annoying.” You smiled at her again. “I could never be like you, and I admire you, honestly.”

She felt a little overcome with emotion, and completely filled with guilt. She swallowed her feelings down.

“Thank you. For your kind words.”

You grinned, “as long as I’m alive you’ll get to hear more kind words coming from me.”

One night, when Vanessa descended the staircase, carrying the bag with her fake belongings, William was waiting for her at the foot of the steps, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

He wore that look he always had when he was planning something, like a predator stalking its prey.

“Vanessa,” he began, his voice cold like ice, “where are you going?”

She swallowed, lifting the bag for her father to see, hoping he would deduce her intentions, but he merely arched an eyebrow. “I’m going to Freddy’s”, Vanessa said in a small voice, “to check on the night guard.”

She brushed past him, walking towards the garage.

“You’ve been checking on her an awful lot lately, hm?” 

William trailed behind her, his pace slowly but his steps wide.

Vanessa didn’t turn to look at him. She opened the car’s trunk, throwing the bag inside, and just hummed in acknowledgement to her dad’s words.

“Is there a reason why?” William insisted.

Vanessa sighed. “No, dad. I just want to keep an eye on her,” she closed the trunk with more force than she intended to. “I’m just doing as you told me. I’m just doing what you entrusted me to do.” 

He hummed, sounding more like the typical cartoon villain than an actual man. 

“Remember what I told you, Vanessa.”

Vanessa didn’t answer, she just opened the driver’s side door, and got into the car.

Just as she was adjusting the mirror by her window, William grabbed her wrist tightly, and squeezed even tighter.

Vanessa groaned.

“I’m serious, Vanessa,” he leaned closer to her through the window, towering over his daughter. Vanessa felt herself shrinking on her seat.

"If I catch you spilling your guts to that filthy little friend of yours, I'll skin her alive, and you, dear daughter, I'll lock you up in the basement with the prototypes of animatronics I've been working on.”

Vanessa’s breath got caught in her throat. “Dad–” she tried to explain, but he just kept talking, squeezing her wrist harder.

“And I assure you, little girl,” William practically sneered, “this time those animatronics will serve their purpose if you dare come near them."

Finally, he let go of her wrist, or rather, he flung it away from him, and Vanessa's hand hit the mirror.

William walked away, slamming the door behind him as he left the room.

Vanessa sat there, still trembling, holding onto her hand, which hurt pretty bad. But she didn’t know what was worse, if the physical pain, the threats against you, or the threats against her.

When she had finally calmed down enough, she turned on the engine, and drove away.

Away from her father, and looking for you.

Your smile had disappeared, and turned instead into a frown as soon as you saw the state she was in. 

A nervous mess, with tense shoulders, and a bruise starting to form on her wrist. Wide, alert eyes met yours instead of the usual bright eyes that typically greeted you.

You closed the door behind her, the atmosphere was so tense that it could have been cut with a knife.

“What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing,” she sighed, leaning against one of the tables that were used for dinning back in the day.

You crossed the distance between you and her in two seconds, and delicately took her injured wrist.

“Then what is this?”

Vanessa’s pulse quickened. You were touching her.

Your skin felt so soft, so warm, and inviting. She suppressed a shiver as she swallowed dryly and looked away. 

“That’s just,” she gestured with her other hand, “an occupational hazard.” “I've never seen you have one of these before," you murmured. “Does it hurt?” You asked as you poked the bruise lightly. Vanessa hissed.

“Shit–” you let go of her hand as if it burned you. “I’m so sorry–”

“It’s fine,” she cut you off. “I’m fine, really.” She ran a hand through her carefully arranged ponytailed hair. “That just… happens sometimes. Sometimes things just happen to you, and you can’t explain why.” She swallowed, “you never know if you did something to cause them, or if that is just how life works.” You opened your mouth to say something, but then closed it again.

“Come with me,” you said finally, walking towards your office.

She hesitated for a moment, but ultimately followed you.

Once inside, you took your backpack and began to search inside. After a few moments, you pulled out a cold juice can wrapped in the handkerchief from last time.

“I brought this because I wanted to give it to you,” you said after you saw Vanessa’s look of confusion. “But I have books in my backpack, I don’t want them to get wet.” 

You unwrapped the handkerchief, which was now cold. With a subtle gesture, you  extended your hand towards her, indicating for her to bring her wrist closer.

She complied. You took her wrist, wrapping the cold cloth around it.

“There,” you said, “that’ll help with the swelling.” 

She took a deep breath, touched by the gesture.

“Thank you,” Vanessa said, meeting your gaze as she smiled softly.

“Anytime,” you replied, offering the juice can to her. “Besides, it matches your uniform.”

Vanessa smiled, taking the can from your hand. Her fingers brushed against yours, which caused a tingle to go down her spine.

Your smile widened, your eyes traveling to her injured wrist. “I hope it helps,” you gestured towards the piece of cloth wrapped around her wrist.

Vanessa nodded, pulling the tab from the can, and resting her lips on the cold surface of the lid. “It already feels better,” she admitted with a soft voice.

“Good,” you replied. You both stood there in silence, and Vanessa couldn’t help but notice that providing her with some comfort made you look strangely content.

“Have you seen the animatronics perform?” She asked suddenly.

You huffed a laugh. “Uh, no. Not really.”

She took a sip from the juice, “would you like to?”

You met her gaze, holding it for a second, and then you nodded.

When Vanessa woke up the next day, she lay in bed, mulling over everything that had happened the night before.

You giving her your handkerchief to help with the swelling of her wrist, the juice can, the animatronics' performance, the dancing, the way you rested your forehead against hers as you laughed after tripping over your own feet.

It felt surreal, to say the least.

When she finally decided to descend the stairs to find something to eat, her father was in the dining room reading the newspaper.

Their eyes met, but due to the fight from the night before, neither of them said anything and shortly after, William disappeared from her sight.

She was relieved, of course. A day without William meant a day without problems. No arguments, no empty threats, and no deathly stares.

Vanessa decided to just stay in and relax. It was true that she was glad William wasn’t around, but she didn’t want to upset him further by going out without permission. With her going out almost every night, deliberately disobeying him and lying to his face. She didn’t want to think about what could happen if he found out.

Hours passed and Vanessa was growing worried. Had something happened to him? 

It was true that whenever they were together, Vanessa felt like she had to walk on eggshells, always being on edge. But he was her dad after all, wasn't he? Her only family.

After a while of pacing out in front of the door, Vanessa sat down.

She started dozing off, and just when the clock was about to strike midnight, the door opened, with a very calm William stepping inside.

Vanessa immediately jumped from her seat, rushing to him.

William gave her an exasperated look, but smiled to her nonetheless.

He unceremoniously walked to the kitchen, opening the fridge, and Vanessa trailed behind him.

“Dad?”

William ignored her, taking the carton of milk out of the fridge, and setting it on the table. He then turned to the cupboard, taking out a mug, and lastly, took out powdered coffee from the kitchen cabinet.

“Dad,” Vanessa insisted. What was his deal now? Was he going to ignore her until his anger had dissipated?

He turned around, turning on the hot water, and filling his cup, which was now full of coffee powder. He hummed a tune, one Vanessa could recognize from the songs the animatronics used to play, she clenched her fists.

“Father,” her patience was running out, her voice was more commanding this time.

William continued on his task, now pouring the milk after having dissolved the coffee with water. Then he took the sugar jar and opened it.

She hated him. She hated him so much.

She hated his smugness, his incredibly enormous ego, the total dismissal of her feelings, the threats, the fights, the screaming, the hits –

Her fists clenched until her knuckles turned white. What was his problem? All Vanessa had ever done was to please him, and when she displeased him just once, he preferred to be away all day and ignore her afterward.

“Look at me!” she all but growled. 

William audibly sighed, taking a sip out of his drink. He put the mug on the counter, and finally acknowledged Vanessa’s presence.

“Tell me,” he said in a monotone voice, “are you going to visit your little friend today?”

Vanessa swallowed. “No, I’m not.”

William raised his eyebrows. “Oh, really? That’s surprising.” 

Vanessa opened her mouth to answer, but he interrupted her with a low chuckle. “I mean, you were so eager to see her last night, weren’t you?”

She inhaled, trying to relax and push her uncomfort down. “Yes,” she said between her teeth. “But since it upset you, I’m not going to go check on her for at least a couple of days.”

William hummed.

“Is that satisfying enough for you, father?”

“Bah,” with a dismissive gesture, he waved off her words, turning his head to the side with disdain.

“Playing the “father” card with me, like you’re a little kid,” he murmured to himself. “I know what you’re doing,” he turned to her, closing the distance between them.

Vanessa recoiled, panic etching her face. 

She tried walking away from him until her back hit the wall, and William finally cornered her.

“You think you’re so smart, huh?” He smiled condescendingly at her. “You think you’re so tough, so… lucky. One day reality it’s going to hit you, and you’ll realize you’re not worth any of the trouble you’re causing.”

He raised his hand towards her face.

Vanessa’s breath quickened. She felt as if all of the air in the room suddenly vanished. Her chest felt tight, her throat was dry and her eyes burned with unshed tears.

William gently stroked her cheek before slowly sliding his hand downward. He rested his hand around Vanessa’s neck, not squeezing, just to hold her in place, like a silent warning.

His voice was soft and calm, but incredibly supercilious. “The day will come, Vanessa. Just wait and see.”

After a week of radio silence, Vanessa couldn't take it anymore and went to look for you at work.

Something had changed. She didn't know what exactly, but you weren't the same.

You would barely face her, let alone look at her. You would avoid her touch, you wouldn't accept her offerings of food.

You didn't offer her coffee anymore.

Vanessa couldn't help but wonder if it was something she had done.

Every time she tried to mention it, you brushed it off like it wasn’t important.

“I’m just tired, that’s all,” or sometimes it was “I just had a rough day, don’t worry about it.”

You were lying, it was painfully obvious, and both of you were aware of it.

But why? What had happened? 

Vanessa couldn’t help but roll around in bed every night, thinking, analyzing.

Whatever it was, she was determined to find out.

There was something else, too.

Her father had also changed his behavior.

He stopped asking where she was going. He also spent most of his time in the basement, working on his projects.

Vanessa honestly didn't mind as much, she felt better with him being out of sight most of the time.

That night, when she went downstairs ready to check on you at Freddy's, he was in the living room, reading the newspaper.

“How's your little friend?” He asked, not lifting his gaze.

“She's fine,” Vanessa answered, maybe more coldly than she should've.

William chuckled, amused, for some reason.

“I've been thinking about placing an ad in the newspaper to look for another security guard.”

“Another?” Vanessa frowned. “Are you going to fire her?”

William lifted his gaze, “you sometimes worry me, Vanessa.”

Vanessa was taken aback by this, but her father didn't elaborate.

She sighed, making her way to the garage. 

Vanessa heard her father say, “have fun,” as she left the room.

She was inside Freddy's in no time. You had developed the habit of leaving the door unlocked, Vanessa knew she probably had to scold you for that, but she honestly couldn't care less.

Vanessa headed to your office, but something stopped her.

Was that the smell of…?

No, she interrupted her train of thought. No, it can't be, it's impossible.

“Is it, though?” A voice inside her head said.

She swallowed, turning around and heading to the storage room.

With her heart beating madly inside, she entered the room.

An incredibly strong and nauseating smell hit her. 

Vanessa recognized the smell easily. 

Putrefaction.

Death.

And there were you. Or rather, what was left of you.

Her heart was beating so fast that she was subconsciously afraid that her blood pressure would drop and she would faint.

Slowly, painfully so, she approached your body.

At first glance, and also thanks to the stench, she could tell this had happened days ago, if not weeks.

How?

You talked with her not too long ago, barely a couple of days had passed.

How? Who?

Vanessa could no longer stand, and her knees gave way.

How? Who? Why?

All she could do was stare at your decomposed body, the dry wounds, the rotten blood, the pale skin. 

It was like seeing the kids again. All over again.

Before she could When he realized it, big tears were sliding down his cheeks and falling to the ground.

This couldn't be happening. Not to you, at least.

It didn't make any sense, one day she had you dancing in her arms, and now you were lying dead on the ground.

Why?

Could she have prevented this?

She never even get to tell you how she felt. She never got to tell you that she liked you.

Vanessa trembled, unable to stop crying. Was this a divine punishment?

Did God see all her atrocities and decided to take action against her?

She tried to brush away the tears, being too harsh.

It hurt. Everything hurt. From her eyes, to her head, and her heart.

Her chest felt tight, she couldn't breathe. No amount of trying was going to compensate for it.

You were dead. But she had seen you, hadn't she?

And that's when she heard footsteps behind her. 

Vanessa snapped her head back, and lo and behold. You were there.

Vanessa choked, trying to say something, anything.

“You're gone,” was the first thing that came out of her mouth, barely audible over her sobs.

You nodded, softly.

She raised her voice, “why didn't you say anything?”

You just stared at her for a moment. “I don't know.”

“You don't know?” Vanessa stood up on her wobbly legs. 

“It wasn't supposed to be like this,” you say. 

Vanessa looks at your face after what felt like eternity. So that was why you would recoil from her touch. That was why you would never look at her, you would never let her look at you. It was disturbingly obvious now.

Your eyes were basically drained of life, hollow, empty. 

She would have realized something was amiss if you hadn't taken all those precautions.

The tears kept falling.

“I'm sorry,” Vanessa breathed out with a broken voice.

You managed a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes. “Don't be. It wasn't your fault.”

She choked on her sobs, her cries getting louder.

“I don't understand,” she choked, “why are you still here?”

You (or rather, your ghost,) looked down, sighing. “I guess what they say it's true. You can't go if you have something pending.”

You approached her. "I guess I should tell you.”

Vanessa looked down at your corpse and then back at your ghost.

“Tell me.”

You sighed, smiling bittersweetly. 

“Let me tell you something else first,” you began. “I still admire you for your decision to become a police officer. I know you think it's nothing. But not for me, because I know you'll help with the investigation. I know you'll report what happened here, and I'll finally get some peace.”

Vanessa swallowed. She wouldn't. She couldn't.

“Anyways, I…” you closed your eyes, and opened them again. “I'm ready to tell you.”

A beat passed.

“I like you, Vanessa.”

Numb. That's the only way she could describe it.

Her hands felt numb after dragging your body through the cold and burying it behind Freddy's, on the empty lot William had bought a few years ago.

Her heart was numb after your confession. 

“I like you.”

It repeated over and over again inside her head, like a broken record.

I like you, I like you, I like you.

If only she could have said, “I like you too,” before your spectrum became nothing more than dust and memories.

If only she had said something before you were killed.

If only she had done anything at all.

She knew exactly who had done it. She couldn't pretend that she didn't see it anymore. 

That night, coming home felt like a nightmare.

Vanessa had barged inside the basement, and screamed at him. At her father.

The one who had taken you away from her.

She screamed, and threw everything she could find at him. She cried, and cried, and cried.

And William remained impassive until he didn't.

Vanessa made the mistake of tearing William's work plans off the wall, and at that moment he finally saw red and revealed himself.

With an incredible amount of force, he grabbed Vanessa and pressed her against his desk.

“What do you think you're doing, you stupid creature? You think throwing a tantrum will bring her back? Do you forget who you are, and who I am?”

William basically spat the words out, Vanessa took a deep breath.

“Look at what you have become,” William narrowed his eyes as he said this.

With a trembling voice, Vanessa replied, “I am what you made me. I am your daughter.”

He growled, “you're unbearable. I want you out of my sight!”

William pushed her out of the basement, and locked himself inside.

A couple of days later, Vanessa was packing everything she owned, including the handkerchief you had given to her that one time, and leaving her dad's house. For good this time.

And a month after escaping her father's shadow, she was changing her last name from Afton to Shelly and enrolling in the police academy.

A/N: Well, that was a ride, wasn't it? Reblogs are appreciated.

[rafeskiss]

florida!!! ! ᥫ᭡

pairing: bsf!rafe cameron x reader

summary: reader’s boyfriend cheats on her so rafe plans to make her forget all about him by taking her to florida.

warnings: no smut, not much, rafe laces someone’s cocaine with fent, protective rafe, i don’t really know 😊

authors note: FIRST RAFE POST!! i know ive only ever posted for sturniolo tumblr but id like to preface my account isn’t solely for them, and i will be posting content for other fandoms as well!

love left me like this, i don’t want to exist so take me to florida

when naive!kook!reader and her boyfriend, a good-for-nothing fuck boy, one to a worse degree than her best friend rafe was, broke up… rafe was more than happy to finally step in.

it was as simple as that rafe couldn’t let that man sleep peacefully knowing that he broke his poor best friend’s heart.

when you showed up at tannyhill, your big doe eyes all teary eyed and smeared mascara running down your cute cheeks, rafe already knew it had something to do with that little boyfriend of yours.

secretly, he had been waiting for this exact moment. he had been waiting ever since you told him that one of the boys he plays golf with asked you on a date. you were just too sweet for him. for any of these boys on the island. no, you needed someone who could really protect you and make you feel feminine and comfortable, something these boys couldn’t do except for him. he knew you better than anyone and had much more to give you than everyone else, but being the naive girl you are, you didn’t see past the friendship.

“aw, baby.” he frowned before embracing you in a tight hug. you wrapped your arms around his neck, silently crying into his arms.

your voice broke, “he cheated on me,”

rafe’s jaw clenched, but he wasn’t surprised. not one bit. “ ‘m so sorry.”

he didn’t ever directly warn you about boys like him. he couldn’t ruin the happiness you had when that guy started showing interest in you.

this wasn’t even supposed to happen, actually. you weren’t aware of this, but rafe may or may not have told every guy who ever expressed interest in you to fuck off. a simple hands-off rule. he’d threaten them, say that if they so much as talk to you, they’d wish they didn’t. only one person dared to test that rule. he started flirting with you and commenting on your instagram pictures. rafe solved that problem quickly and easily by lacing his next bag of coke with a little bit of fentanyl. he didn’t die. it taught him a lesson. taught mostly every boy on the island a lesson, except for your now ex-boyfriend.

so he couldn’t put fentanyl in this fucker’s coke this time because the boy never mentioned you to him. they played golf regularly, never speaking of you. and then one day, rafe picks you up from your house to take you shopping and you excitedly tell him how one of his friends followed you on instagram and asked to take you out. that guy knew what he was doing.

he maneuvered the hands-off rule because he knew rafe would never let it happen.

after a few minutes of consoling you, rafe broke the silence. “y’wanna go to florida?”

you stopped crying, pulled away from the hug and peered up at him. “what?”

he grinned, “i’m serious. let’s go to florida, yeah?”

you shook your head, “that won’t fix anything, rafe.”

truth be told, rafe believes money can in fact buy happiness. and he’d spend every last dime in his pocket if it meant you forgot all about that stupid boy and became happy, especially if it meant you were happy with him.

“it’ll be fun. lemme show you a good time, promise you’ll forget all about him. it would be good for ya to at least get out of the obx.”

“why florida?” you asked, sniffling and wiping a tear. rafe lifted up his shirt, revealing his lower toned abdomen, and wiped your mascara off your face, wiping your nose too. something only dad’s do for their young daughters, and rafe too, you guess.

he shrugs, “why not? we gotta place there. nice place right on the miami coast. just a change of scenery, s’all.”

so the next day, rafe pulled into your house’s driveway. you stood by the front door, a suitcase next to you. rafe smiled as he got out of his car, “only one suitcase?”

“you think i need more?” you asked in a surprised tone.

he shrugged, “i just planned a couple things snd you might need more than a couple outfits for ‘em. s’all good though, we can buy you some more when we get there.” he said while grabbing your pink suitcase effortlessly and placing it in the backseat of his car.

you were completely unaware of rafe’s true intentions by this out of the blue trip to florida. you didn’t think anything of the sweet things rafe did for you. he was your best friend, and he looks out for you. he just cares for you, like any friend would.

once you arrived in florida, being taken there by the cameron’s private plane, the first thing you did was get a fancy facial from a very luxurious med spa. one sarah went to anytime their family visited florida, which is why rafe knew of the place. he paid for you to get the longest, most expensive, and best treatment there was.

afterwards, you guys went out to dinner at a small restaurant on a dock.

you thought he was just being sweet.

you thought he was just being sweet when he bought everything you laid your eyes on in small boutiques and even large luxury stores like chanel and tiffany.

and rafe’s plan worked. by the first four days, your ex’s name never came out of your mouth. the only name on your lips was rafe, and his next plan was to keep it that way.

all that’s left to do was convince you there was someone better for you out there. and that someone was him. you didn’t see it yet, but you would by the end of the trip. he would make you his.

[starrystormwritings]

Red Wine

Red Wine

Master List <3 Request List <3 Marauders Master List <3

Remus Lupin x Reader

A/n: I lowkey hate this but it was inspired by the image of Sirius Black loving tequila and me thinking that all the muggle born students watching the others get drunk without it touching them was hilarious. This is based in their 7th year.

Summary: Muggle drinks and muggle drinking games.

Warnings: Drinking, mentions of underaged drinking, swearing, kissing, jealousy, fake ID

Word Count: 2232

(NOT MY GIF)

"Psst! Y/n! Over here!"

I spun my head around to see Christopher Adam's waving me over from the corner of the room, pointing enthusiastically at the plastic bag in his hands.

I smiled back at him and nodded enthusiastically.

"I'll be back now." I said to Sirius, who was spinning me around to the ABBA song playing before Chris had interrupted us.

"What does he want?" He asked with a quirked eyebrow "You got a new boyfriend or something?" He laughed slightly as I rolled my eyes and just walked away from him.

Me and some of the other muggle born students were starting to find these Gryffindor parties boring after the summer.

After partying at home with muggle drinks the classic fire whisky and witches brew just wasn't doing anything for us anymore, as funny as it was watching the pure and half bloods get extremely drunk so fast there's only so many parties you can do sober.

Hence Christopher.

A small group of us had gathered our money together and convinced Chris to use one of his approved trips to visit home to stop by a muggle store and complete a shopping list.

It took us a week to make him a fake ID good enough for him to pass as eighteen.

"So? How'd it go?" I asked, smiling brightly at him as I took the bag out of his hands.

"No hassle with the ID, although I did have to go to four stores so I didn't look suspicious buying this much alcohol for everyone." He rolled his eyes with a laugh.

"You're a lifesaver, we all owe you big time. Thank you!"

He just waved me off and I happily ran back over to the boys with the bag in my arms.

They were all giving the an identical look of speculation as I approached.

"What have you done?" James asked, trying to grab the bag off me before I pulled back.

"Why do you assume such little from me! I've gotten you all presents. Muggle presents actually."

Sirius perked up at that, excitedly shaking Remus's shoulders. Causing him to lean the other way with a smile.

"I'm about to show you all how muggles drink, because fire whisky is nothing in comparison. I've got fuck loads of things to share but I tried to get each of you something I thought you'd like."

"So it's alcohol?" Peter asked, now it was him having to push an excited Sirius away.

"Yep! For you Peter, gin. We don't have any tonic so drink it with lemonade, I think you'll like it though." He smiled widely as I handed him the rounded bottle, quickly opening it to smell it.

"It smells nice?"

"Yeah not all alcohol needs to smell like straight ass." I laughed nodding to the fire whisky in his other hand.

"James I've got you some muggle beers. I genuinely think this will change your life." I said with a laugh, handing him over the six pack as he looked at it bewildered.

"Like butter beer?"

"Kinda? Just a lot less sweet."

He nodded with a smile and popped the top of the bottle off, his smile growing as he tasted it.

"This is alcoholic?"

I laughed at him and turned to Sirius who looked like he was about to explode if I didn't show him what else was in the bag.

"Sirius I got you some tequila. There's some lime and salt on the table over there, you'll want them to take a shot. Lily will show you, she's been looking forward to it all night."

He took the bottle off me with a smirk before quickly hugging me from behind, placing an exaggerated kiss on the side of my face before running off.

"Thank you!"

I laughed at him, and watched James follow after him after a mention of Lily, Peter as always followed behind James.

"I hope you got yourself something, you're way too generous."

Remus said, sitting up on the table next to me with a soft smile.

"Oh don't worry I did." I reached to pull the large bottle from the bag "Some good old fashioned vodka for me."

He laughed at me and sniffed the bottle I held out in front of him, recoiling back.

"It smells horrible." He said with a laugh.

"That's how you know it's strong." I replied, coughing hard as I took a sip from the bottle. "I should probably mix it with some coke."

He laughed at me for a minute, nodding "Yeah, probably a good idea. I'll go get you some."

I placed an arm in front of him as he went to move to stop him.

"Not so quick Lupin, didn't think I'd forget you did I?"

"You didn't have to get me anything." A small blush covered his cheeks, reassuring me that I made the right call with getting him something.

"That's why you're my favourite."

"Wow I always thought Sirius was your favourite." He replied with a chuckle.

"Yeah well don't tell him, it would crush him."

He continued to laugh as I pulled the bottle of red wine out of my bag, passing it over to him.

"I think you'll like it, not as strong as the others but you'll enjoy it."

He looked over the bottle inquisitively.

"Thank you, I'll go pour myself a glass and grab you that coke." He smiled warmly at me, squeezing my knee as he got up.

My eyes followed him across the room, I smiled as I watched him interact with an already drunk Sirius who was shouting about the impressive feat of muggle alcohol.

"You're drooling." Mary said from behind me, causing me to jump and hit her in the arm.

"Shut up."

~~~~~

"So you've all been enjoying the muggle drinks, how about a muggle game to go with it!" Marls shouted from the middle of the room, clearly drunk.

A large group slowly made their way into a circle on the floor as Marls enthusiastically went around the room trying to gather a large enough group.

Remus groaned as I pulled him off the wall he was leaning on and led him towards the floor, an obvious smile on his face.

"Ok so you spin the bottle." She giggled while placing one of James's now empty beer bottles into the middle of the group. "You and whoever it lands on go into the broom cupboard for seven minutes. What happens is there is up to you." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively whilst laughing as the game began.

As the circle slowly made its way around I found myself hunched over onto Remus in a fit of laughter at Sirius and Peters faces as they came out of the cupboard looking very unamused.

As the group calmed down Sirius took his seat back next to me in the circle and most eyes moved towards me.

I giggled awkwardly before leaning forward and spinning the bottle as hard as I could.

As I lent back and watched it spin I silently prayed that it would land on the boy sat next to me who seemed to be avoiding my eye contact as everyone made a drum roll sound around us.

Much to my dismay instead of landing on Remus the bottle instead pointed towards the one and only James Potter whose face went bright red.

I laughed softly and stood up, watching him as he followed. The room whistling as we made our way into the small space.

If it wasn't gonna land on Remus James would've probably been my second choice, he was to in love with Lily to ever make a move on someone else. And I felt the same way about our best friend.

"So this isn't awkward." I joked with a smile.

He just half way laughed in response.

"Everything okay?" I asked, my eyes adjusting in the dark to make out his figure.

"Yeah it's stupid, Lily's just been avoiding me all night. I know I make a fool of myself for her but sometimes I just wish that she would just look at me." He sighed, leaning against the wall.

"Maybe she is and you're just not seeing?"

"Trust me, I'd see." He sadly laughed and I patted his shoulder comfortingly before getting an idea.

"I've got a way that would get her to look at you."

He turned to look at me with what I guessed was a confused expression.

I reached up to unbutton the first two buttons of his shirt.

"Whoa Y/n what are you doing?"

I laughed slighting at him, shaking my head.

"No I'm not doing that, trust me."

I reached up to ruffle my hand through his hair to make it messier, then moving to untuck one side of his shirt.

"Yeah she'll look at me if I look like shit. Is that the plan?" He laughed slightly and I softly hit him with the back of my hand.

I messed my own hair up as well, also shifting my clothes so they were slightly askew.

"Jealousy is the plan James."

It seemed to click with him then and despite the dark I could see the red blush on his face.

"You really think that'll work?"

"I hate to say it but if one thing will make her notice you, it's thinking that you might've noticed someone else. I'm also really drunk so this might be a bad plan."

He laughed at me, covering his mouth to try and stay quieter.

"I'm drunk enough to give it a go." He responded with a smile.

"Last touch." I reached up to move his glasses to sit crooked on his face with a laugh.

"There, perfect. Let's get you your lady."

As I spoke there was a knock at the door, and a second later Sirius Black swung them open.

"Merlin! Didn't see that happening." He said with a laugh, looking between us in disbelief "I always thought you were into Moony Y/n."

James punched him softly in the arm, shaking his head and I just walked past silently, trying to shake the blush off of my face and hoping everyone was just ignoring the obviously drunk pure blood.

I made my way back over to the circle but before I could sit back down Remus had already stood from his spot next to me and walked out of the common room with his bottle of wine.

~~~~~

I'd been wandering the castle grounds looking for Remus for the last thirty minutes.

The party had died down and everyone was so drunk most of them had passed out by now.

I was buzzed enough that the cold wasn't bothering me but I couldn't for the life of me figure out where Remus would've gone.

I sat on the floor against the railing as I finally got to the top of the astronomy tower, the vodka and the amount of stairs I just climbed had knocked the wind out of me.

"Y/n?"

A familiar voice said from next to me, making me jump.

"Jesus, I've been looking for you." I smiled at him but he only held my eye contact for a second before looking back out to the night sky.

"You disappeared, it got boring without you."

He laughed slightly and shook his head, his cheeks turning a shade of pink.

"I'm sure it was fine without me. You and James sure didn't look bored." He chuckled awkwardly making me quirk an eyebrow at him.

"What? Me and James?"

He just nodded, avoiding my eyes.

"James definitely isn't bored, Lily's been all over him all night." I laughed softly and he just looked at me inquisitively.

"Aren't you upset by that?"

"Upset? Why would I be upset? Honestly I think it's a miracle."

He laughed slightly at that and finally looked back over to me.

"But you and James were snogging each other? Was that just a joke or something?"

I just looked at him confused for a second before breaking out into giggles.

"Oh you didn't actually think we did that? Gross no! I just thought that it would make Lily jealous. It worked by the way."

He seemed to think for a second before a small smile finally made its way onto his face.

"Oh, so you didn't actually kiss him?"

I snorted, covering my face quickly in embarrassment.

"No no, I just messed up his hair and unbuttoned his shirt a little. He's not my type."

Remus laughed quietly at that, relaxing a little.

"Good."

I nudged him lightly with my elbow, sliding over to sit next to him, bumping our knees together.

"Careful Lupin it almost feels like you're jealous."

He just looked at me for a second, a little smile on his face as he moved to stand up, offering me his hand.

"Maybe I was." He chuckled softly and pulled me to my feet as I just looked at him dazed.

"C'mon I'll walk you back to your dorm." He threaded our fingers together and went to walk but I didn't move.

"I wanted the bottle to land on you, for the record."

We both stood there for a second, just looking at each other before he grabbed my chin softly and lent down.

I never really liked the taste of red wine until that night.

[chris-hallelujah]

Think Later | c.s.

Summary: Song fic to Think Later by Tate McRae. Reader meets Fratboy!Chris at a bar while in town visiting her sister leading to a night of rendezvous.

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: foul language, underage drinking, fake ID use, smut, oral (f receiving), p in v (protected), dom!Chris MDNI

A/N: this is my second time writing this story because it somehow accidentally deleted last night when I went to post it so if it seems rushed that’s why! All ideas are my own and I do not consent to anyone posting this on another platform. If using for inspo please give credit <3

- Billie

♪ Met you at a night out in Boston. Put your hand on my thigh in the Commons. Been drinking something blue, turn my phone off, 'cause if it's not you, I don't wanna talk. Live now, think later, I do it so well ♪

You had flown into Boston earlier that day to visit your sister, Maya, who is a student at Boston University. A sister weekend was what you both desperately needed after a long few months of school, drama, and being a part. It was Friday night as you both walked through the commons to get to the bar. You were accompanied by her roommate and some other friends you hadn't met before tonight. The smell of alcohol and sweat slapped you in the face as you all walked in the doors of the bar. Leaning against a wall, you pulled some cash out of your purse and handed it to Maya. "Wait here, I'll grab you a drink," Maya said as she took the money and walked with her friends towards the bar. You surveyed your surroundings; colorful lights, loud music, girls grinding on guys on the dance floor. Maya returned a few minutes later with a neon blue drink and handed it to you.

"What is this?" you asked. Anything that brightly colored couldn't be good for you.

She shrugged, "Not sure, I just told him to surprise me," she said taking a sip of her own blue drink. "Come on, let's go dance!" Maya exclaimed grabbing your hand and leading you to the dance floor. You turned to make sure your friends were following you. As you turned back forward, you crashed into someone and your drink flew out of your hand.

"My bad, kid, you alright?" a male voice said to you. You looked up at the gorgeous man in front of you.

"Holy shit. I- I'm sorry," you mumbled out. Maya laughing at how flustered you were.

"Can I buy you another drink?" he asked. You nodded as your eyes locked with his piercing blue ones.

"Uh, yea that would be great. You should know, though, I'm only twenty..." You said, feeling your face heat up. He let out a chuckle.

"Come on, ma, you think anyone in here has a real ID?" he smirked, gesturing to the crowd of people around you. He wasn't wrong, you were in a college town after all.

The man, who you learned was named Chris, had gotten you a new drink and you both were sat at a high top table. His hand sat on your thigh as he leaned close to hear you over the loud music. "So, you go to school here?" you questioned, taking a sip of your drink.

He nodded, "Yea, I'm a sophomore. We're out tonight for one of my frat buddy's 21st. What about you?"

"I'm just in town visiting my older sister. I go to school in Philly," you explained. A couple of Chris' frat buddies approached the table. Your phone buzzed in your pocket. It was probably Maya checking in on how things were going. Without looking, you turned your phone off.

♪ Don't know if it's been a minute or an hour. Kinda cute when you're bribing the bouncer. Gotta make a quick stop at the ATM I know you won't make me pay, but I'll just pretend. Dance with your hand in my back pocket. Just give me your beating heart, I'll stop it, boy. Don't lie, I know you want it, yeah. Live now, think later, I do it so well. ♪

"We're headed next door, ya comin'?" One of them asked Chris. He turned to you with a raised eyebrow. Was this a good idea? Live for the now. You nodded, happy that Chris took your opinion into consideration. He grabbed your hand and you both followed the group of guys outside and to the bar next door. There was a small line to get in but it moved decently fast. As you got closer to the door, your breath hitched in your throat seeing a sign that read 21+.

"Chris, I'm not gonna be able to get in," you whispered to him. A bit of disappointment in your voice as you feared this is where you and Chris would split ways for the night.

"Relax, ma, I got it," he assured as you reached the bouncer. Chris flashed him his fake ID and the bouncer gave him a nod.

"What about you?" the tall man asked looking down at you. Chris pulled out a $20 bill and handed it to the bouncer.

"This is for her, boss," Chris said quietly. The bouncer took it and nodded at you both. Chris led you inside and brought you to the dance floor. His hand went to the back pocket of your jeans and he spun you towards him. (for those who need a visual) He held you close as you swayed your hips to the music. The two of you danced for a bit as the DJ played a nice set. He leaned down and whispered in your ear, "You're going to be the death of me. Let's get out of here yea?" You smirked looking up at him.

"Your place? I don't think my sister would be too pleased if I brought you back to her place," You said, laughing softly.

He shook his head, "I've got a better idea than bringing you back to some shitty frat house." He nodded towards the door and you followed him out. As you waited outside for the Uber, you got $20 from the ATM. Chris watched you and laughed, "That better not be to pay me back, kid. I don't want your money." You smiled and tucked the money into your purse as the Uber pulled up.

♪ Laughing in the backseat of the black car. It's not a good night if you don't take it too far. My friends got scared, and they called the cops, but I'm just at the Ritz with the door locked. Live now, think later, I do it so well. ♪

Chris' hand found home around your waist as you sat in the back of the Uber, sharing kisses and drunken giggles. A bit later, you felt the car stop and Chris helped you out. You stood in front of the Ritz-Carlton. "Chris, oh my god! Are you nuts?" you laughed, turning to face him.

"Don't worry, ma, I got connections," he smirked leading you inside. It wasn't long before you were pinned up against the door in your hotel room. Chris placed kisses along your jaw line. A soft moan left your lips as you tilted your head to give him more access. His hand grabbed your chin as he stared into your eyes.

"Be careful, Christopher, or I may start to think you have a crush on me," you teased. A low laugh escaped him as he slipped his hands under your thighs. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he brought you over to the bed. He threw you against the mattress and a gasp escaped you.

Chris leaned down, close to your face, "I'd definitely say I've got a crush." You pulled his face to yours and kissed him passionately. Your tongues fought for dominance. A few minutes later, both of your clothes were tangled in a pile on the floor. Chris' was leaving a trail of sloppy kisses down your body. He started at your neck. Then, made sure to give your tits special attention. His hand on one as his tongue twirled around on the other. You were breathless at this point.

"Chris," you whined, "do something." He laughed softly against your skin as his mouth traveled down your stomach to your hip. You bucked your hips involuntarily, desperate for some sort of touch.

"So wet for me already," he teased as a finger slid up your folds. A shiver flew down your spine. Chris' placed a flat tongue against your clit and you groaned, closing your legs around his head. "Ah ah easy there," he mumbled against your core. One arm placed across your hips and thighs to hold your legs open as his tongue worked mercilessly where you needed him most. Not long later, he slipped a finger into your entrance and curled it, hitting your sweet spot.

"Fuck- Chris! I'm gonna cum," you moaned out, throwing your head back. Suddenly, the sensations stopped and you whined.

"Patience, baby girl," he smirked, licking his finger clean. He got up and pulled a condom from his wallet. He rolled it on with ease and walked back over to you. "As much as I love lookin' at your pretty face, roll over," he demanded. He flipped you over by your hips and you yelped. Chris pushed the upper part of your body down and held your wrists together behind you. He gripped your thighs and pulled your waist to his. He used his free hand to come up and leave a sharp sting on your ass. He smirked and pushed into you without warning. You both moaned loudly as he pumped into you at a steady pace. "Goddamn, ma, takin' me so well, huh?" he groaned, watching where your bodies connected. A string of moans and curse words filled the air. "You gonna cum with me, pretty girl?" he asked. You nodded vigorously, unable to get words out as you came undone all over his cock. He followed right behind you as he moaned your name. Music to your ears.

After getting cleaned up, you lay in bed next to him. It had finally dawned on you that you turned your phone off hours ago and never turned it back on. The bright screen lit up your face as dozens of missed calls and texts came through. Most of them were from Maya and your friends, but there were a few that stood out to you, Mom meaning Maya had called your parents. Eh, I’ll think about it later. You sat your phone back down on the bedside table and curled into Chris’ chest, falling asleep quickly.

♪ Don't worry 'bout, don't think about. I ain't stressing 'bout not a fucking thing. Don't worry 'bout, don't think about. I ain't stressing 'bout not a fucking thing. Live now, think later, I do it so well. Live now, think later, I do it so well. Fall hard, heart breaker, I want him, oh well. Live now, think later, I do it so well. ♪

[cherry-queens-blog]

All Might Fanfic

ALL MIGHT X READER

Summary- You had met Toshinori Yagi (all might) at a small coffee shop and since then he had been meeting you there every morning. He ends up having catching feeling for you but he is to shy and beyond nervous to tell you. He does eventually tell you though.

Content- confessing feelings, All Might (Toshinori Yagi) X reader, romance, Sfw.

Note- This was an idea that popped into my head while watching the show. I heard it has been done but I legit could not find any stories on this so idk. If you guys have the link please send it my way id love to read it!.

I REALLY LIKE YOU

It had been a pretty tough week for you since your business had been getting packed with customers and everyday now and it was really exhausting on you. One morning you got up from bed, brushed your teeth, washed your face, your usual routine before heading out to open up the store you run for the day. It was about 6 in the morning when you decided to stop by this small coffee shop so you could get yourself a coffee before going to work. You got in line behind this man who stood in front of you wearing a white T-shirt, baggy pants, yellow hair that was a bit crazy, pretty thin too. You didn't pay to much attention to him, all you wanted was to just get your coffee and head out but something about him seemed rather familiar to you, like you've seen him before but you couldn't quite put your finger on it.

When the line moved up and the man started to order you had recognized his voice as well. After a few seconds it had finally clicked. No way this was All Might himself standing in front of you, there is no way right? you thought to yourself.

"Excuse me"

You said slightly interrupting him from putting his order in. He quickly paused, looking at you with his sunk in eyes that went a bit wide and were a pretty blue color. He smiled a bit not being even the slightest bit annoyed that you had interrupted him.

"Yes?"

He said keeping eye contact with you.

"Sorry for interrupting I was just wondering are you... all might by any chance? you seem really familiar, sorry if I am mistaken I just feel like I've seen you before."

You stated nervously, putting your hand on the back of your neck. He smiled again, slowly nodding his head, confirming you were in fact right about that statement.

"please no need to apologize, and yes, that's me"

He replied with a slight chuckle, His smile seemed so gentle and genuine. You thought it was kinda cute how he was acting and chuckled yourself.

"oh good it's quite nice to meet you, if you don't mind could I buy your coffee for you?"

This caught him a bit by surprise as you offered to buy the coffee for him. He couldn't deny that to him you seemed so kind hearted, and just so sweet. He found you absolutely adorable but, he didn't want you to buy his coffee for him.

"ah well um.."

"please, I insist"

You said with a smile. You could tell he didn't want you to spend your hard earned money on him but you wanted to especially after all he has done to keep everyone safe.

"haha alright alright, I'll accept your offer"

Once he accepted you turned to the cashier with a cute smile painted on your face.

"His coffee and a hazelnut iced coffee please"

Once they put the order in the worker told you the total and you paid. You stepped aside with All Might waiting for the coffees to be made. He couldn't but feel a bit touched by your gesture towards him.

"Thank you for this.. really"

He said making you look at him.

"It's no problem really"

"well it was very kind of you to do that for me"

He said. It was clear that the fact you were this nice to him and weren't acting like some crazy fangirl like everyone else would've made him feel appreciative and quite happy. He didn't quite know how to respond to it, but this feeling was so foreign to him, especially in his current position, that it was actually comforting him in some way. The way you were acting made him feel at ease, not worrying about his weaknesses or frailty anymore. You didn't quite know how to respond either for a moment before letting out a slight chuckle.

"Well I try to be as friendly as possible haha.."

Toshinori chuckles a bit feeling his heart flutter a bit at your cute smile while enjoying the time he is spending with you right now before he has to leave to the school.

"haha yes I can see that... you're a very kind person"

He says genuinely meaning it. The coffees are soon ready and set on the counter. You grab yours while Toshinori grabs his. You give him a nice smile as you hold your coffee in your hands.

"Well i should get going now, enjoy your coffee All Might"

You wave at him goodbye before taking your leave out the door of the shop and walking to work.

"Bye"

He mutters softly, watching you leave the coffee shop thinking about the interaction he just had with you. He couldn't help but feel a little more confident in himself, feeling happy but still nervous at the same time while taking a sip of his coffee. As the day carried on you were quite busy at work with costumers, feeling ready to close up and head home to have dinner and rest up in bed. The day was quite hectic as it usually was but you were pretty used to it by now since you had been working in the store for about 3 years now.

Meanwhile Toshinori couldn't stop thinking about you. You were just such an amazing person and just the cutest he has ever seen and your personality was just one of an angel. He wanted to see you again and be able to talk more, get to know you better. The thoughts of you playing in his mind none stop, he just really liked you, a lot too.

As the weeks passed by, he would stop by the coffee shop, hoping to see you again, which you always did show up at the same time everyday. It made happy being able to have a cup of coffee while chatting with you, being able to spend his mornings with you. The weeks soon turned into months of getting to know one another, having laughs, and enjoying each others time together. Toshinori started to develop deeper feelings for you, feeling more and more secure around you with every passing day. But he was shy, and absolutely nervous, unsure of how to go about this. He really wanted to show you his emotions he felt towards you and just admit how much he really liked you... but he didn't know how. He also felt worried about the possibility that you won't feel the same way and didn't wanna make things awkward between the two of you.

When Monday arrived you showed up wearing a turtle neck shirt, nice pants, nice jacket, with your hair up. When you see Toshinori you smiled. You walked up happy to see him again. He always made your mornings better even when you were unbearably exhausted.

"Hey Toshinori! how is your morning so far?"

You said as you approached him. He was sitting at his usual table sipping his coffee when he looked up and seen you, a smile forming on his face. You looked so nice today, he thought to himself.

"Hey Y/N.. my morning is definitely a lot better now that you've shown up"

He said while his cheeks turned a slight shade of pink. You sat down across from him, you didn't order a coffee yet, you just sat down with him instead of ordering.

"I am glad to hear that. I hope the days haven't been too harsh on you."

He chuckled softly at your words. He really enjoyed having you here and talking with him. He was happy to see you today, feeling a bit better about himself.

"Thank you, and things have been pretty rough for me but, I am managing"

"oh. I'm sorry to hear that. At least you are managing through it though. What's been going on Toshinori?"

You asked feeling a bit concerned for him. You were hoping it wasn't anything to serious that is happening to him. He paused for a minute contemplating if he should tell you. You had shown him so much kindness, but he didn't wanna burden you with his problems.

"I... don't like talking about it much"

He responded while looking down at his coffee. You nod respecting his wishes to not talk about it.

"That's okay. Lets just enjoy the morning, alright?. Here let me go get myself a cup of coffee and we can talk about something else"

You said before getting up and walking over to the register and putting in your usual order. He nodded with a slight smile, feeling happy that you were willing to change the topic. He watched as you placed your order. He just found you so damn adorable. Once it was ready you grabbed your coffee and joined Toshinori at the table again.

"Hey can I ask you something?"

You look at him as he says that feeling a little nervous about what it is he wanted to ask you. You nod giving him the okay to ask you"

"sure.. what did you wanna ask me?"

You responded while looking at his blue eyes. He hesitates for a moment, feeling nervous about what he was about to say to you since it was personal. He pushed himself to go through with it, since he had built up some confidence over these past few days.

"Um... would it be alright if I admit something to you?"

You were more curious now about what he wanted to admit. This was new to you, and you were feeling nervous about what he wanted to say.

"Yeah of course Toshinori"

He took a deep breath, his heart now racing inside his chest. He had been thinking about doing this for awhile now, but now seemed like a good time to tell you. He looked straight at you with a calm expression hoping this would be the right decision to make.

"I've grown very fond of you. Over these last few months, I've come to really like you, I just... I developed feelings for you,... these feelings developed a long time ago, but it's something I have felt for a long time now. I didn't want to admit it due to the circumstances and the fact that this is kind of awkward to confess"

Toshinori said as he looked down at his coffee. You were a bit stunned to hear him admit that to you.

"So... do you want to like... date me?"

You asked wanting to make sure you had heard him correctly. He nodded his head, his eyes still on his cup, a faint blush painting his cheeks a bit from the fact he had made it so obvious what he was trying to say.

"Y-yeah... that's it, and I know this is random, it's just that I've felt this for quite some time now. I don't want to push you, or scare you away, but this is something I felt i needed to say"

You couldn't help but actually blush at his words. You were surprised by his confession but you also couldn't tell him no since you felt the same way about him but you also didn't have the courage to tell him either and you were so happy that he admitted it first.

"Why didn't you say so sooner Toshinori? hahaha"

You laughed a bit.

"Say how about we go to the movies this weekend, as a date?"

As you said that his face lit up a bit, shocked by your response. He was more than sure you would reject him but, you didn't. Toshinori felt more than happy that you had felt the same way about him, feeling like a million buck right now.

"R-Really, you want to go out with me?"

He said just to make sure you were being serious. You smiled at him, feeling excited to go out with him. He was just so adorable, just so cute to you.

"Yes I'm serious. I'll be more than happy to go out with you."

He couldn't help but smile at your response. You actually seemed so ecstatic, and seeing you be so excited and happy made him even more happy. He never went out on a date with anyone before, but something told him this will be a memorable one.

"So, we have an official date... this coming weekend?"

"yes we do Toshinori"

[petitelepus]

Can I have a academic kny reader thar is a person out side of school with tengen and with wife's and how that manage things

Id this is ok

Summary: You don't work in school like your partners do, but you all love and respect each other. You get off work early and decide to make something for your loved ones.

Warnings: Nothing, Reader is a lousy cook

A/N: Gender Neutral Reader, Tengen Uzui, Makio, Suma, Hinatsuru, Kozo Kanamori, Mitsuri Kanroji

You hummed as you tapped your computer's keys, focusing on your work as a simple office worker. It wasn't a glamorous job but it paid pretty well since you were one of the best there was. Other workers looked up to you and asked for your advice, so many relied on you and your expertise.

Speaking of expertise, you were almost done with work for that day. You glanced at the small clock on your computer's right bottom corner and you realized that you had tons of time before your partners would get out of their work at Kimetsu Academy.

You smiled as you finished your reports, sent them to your supervisor, and just in case printed them also. You picked up the papers, and walked up to the older woman's desk, making sure to clear your throat so she would notice you.

"Chief, I'm done with my work for today." You said as you placed the small stack of papers on her desk before her. The woman squinted her eyes at you through her glasses and picked up the paperwork.

"I see." She nodded, "You could have sent me reports by email, you know?"

"I did that also." You nodded proudly, "So, I was thinking, would it be alright for me to head home early?"

"Sure, you've been recently working late anyways so I don't mind." Chief said and you smiled happily as you bowed lightly, "Thank you!"

You turned to leave when the woman behind you called you by your name, "You're going back home to that partner of yours?"

"Yes, ma'am!" You smiled cheerfully, "Since I'm early, I'm going to somehow surprise them!"

"That's nice," Chief nodded, "Take care."

"Thank you!" You made your way to your desk logged out of your computer and grabbed your case before heading out of the office. As you walked, your coworkers wished you a good day and you returned their wishes with your own.

As you left, you wondered what you should do to surprise your beloved husband and 3 wives. Usually, Tengen, Hinatsuru, Makio, and Suma got off work earlier than you so preparing dinner was usually left to them to do, but since the 3 women usually handled the cooking you thought that a dinner would no doubt be a nice surprise for them!

My, you were such a good partner, as you were always thinking of your loved ones!

You were in a splendid mood as you made your way to the local supermarket to buy some ingredients for dinner… But as soon as you got the shopping basket, you were struck by total confusion. What should you make and how to prepare it?

Before you started dating and then ultimately married Tengen and the 3 women, you were living nearly only with instant cup noodles, frozen pizza, and such. You started to eat healthily and more diversely when you 5 became a thing.

Thinking about it, how hard could it be to buy something frozen and heat it in the oven or buy something and then fry it in the pan? You would need something healthy and delicious, so you grabbed a bag of frozen veggies and some chicken breast. They were no doubt healthy and delicious!

You paid for the groceries and made your way to your house. Despite being an art teacher, Tengen's family had tons of money so you had a pretty nice big house with enough room for 5 people.

As you unloaded the grocery bag, you started to set everything up for dinner. You turned the oven on, added the frozen veggies to the baking tray, and stuck them into the oven. After that, you grabbed a skillet, heated it and once it was hot, you added some butter and then placed the thick slices of chicken on it.

You were actually having pretty fun, no wonder Hinatsuru, Makio, and Suma did this all the time.

Time passed while you were cooking… And for some reason, your chicken was turning black? You realized that the pan must have been too hot so you quickly turned it off and put the skillet and the meat aside. You decided to check the veggies and thinking they were done, you pulled them out and placed them on the counter.

They looked good! You smiled as you grabbed a piece of carrot with a fork and tasted it… But they were so bland, damn, you forgot oil and salt!

They weren't bad… But they definitely were not good either.

You frowned as you swallowed and then you proceeded to cut open the chicken to check, and yes, it was raw inside. Nope, wouldn't be able to eat that, nope. You could stick it into the oven… But as you glanced at the clock, you realized that you were running out of time and you doubted that you would be able to save this dinner with your cooking skills.

Time for plan B!

You quickly grabbed your phone, pressed the speed dial, and waited for someone to pick up on the other end of the line…!

"Hyottoko Pizza, how may we help you?" Came a familiar voice and you nearly cried out, "Kanamori, I need your help!"

"Oh, hi there!" You could hear a smile on Kanamori's face as he recognized one of their best customers, "It's been a while! What would you like to order?"

"The usual pizza set for 5 and fast home delivery! My husband and wives are coming back soon and I don't have anything to feed them!" You cried out and the man chuckled, "Don't worry, I'll have Mitsuri bring pizza to you as soon as possible."

"Thank you, you're a lifesaver!"

"No worries, just be prepared to pay Mitsuri when she arrives!"

"I will, thank you!" You closed the phone and checked the time on the clock on the wall and you panicked. Your partners would be back soon but you couldn't do anything but wait for pizza to be delivered.

Well, you decided to get rid of the evidence of your bad cooking skills and threw the bland veggies and burnt raw chicken into the trash. You were washing the skillet by hand when you heard a scooter's motor park in your driveway and you realized it must have been the pizza delivery!

As the doorbell rang, you grabbed your wallet and rushed to the door.

"Good evening!" It was Mitsuri, the pizzeria part-timer who helped to deliver pizzas and such.

"Oh God, I'm so happy to see you!" You cried out as you opened your wallet and handed the money to the pink-haired girl and gave her a 1,000 yen tip for hurrying your order.

"Oh, thank you!" The young woman smiled happily, "I hope you enjoy your pizza!"

"We will, thank you so much for delivering them!" You both smiled and then she took off with her scooter and you headed inside with your pizza.

You just managed to place the pizzas on the table when the front door opened and your beloved husband and 3 wives stepped inside. They weren't used to you being home before them, so when you rushed to greet them, they were shocked.

"Welcome home!"

"Honey!?"

"You're home early!"

"How are you here?"

"I thought I saw Kanroji drive past us?"

"Ha ha…" You chuckled as you showed the 5 pizza boxes sitting nicely on the dinner table, "I got off early so I thought I might get us something nice?"

"Pizza!" Your partners smiled and despite failing at cooking, you smiled purely thanks to the fact that you managed to feed your loved ones.

"Get in here and let's eat!" You said cheerfully and the man and women took their seats and you all started to eat, you asked how their day at school was because there wasn't such thing as a boring day in Kimetsu Academy and your partners inquired how you were home so early.

It was honestly a nice meal with people you loved so dearly. After the meal, however, when you guys were cleaning, Suma noticed the dirty skillet on the sink, "Honey, did you try frying something?"

"A- I- Ah-!" You tried to figure out what to say when Makio noticed the food in the trash when she was taking empty pizza boxes, "Honey, you cooked!?"

"I- Uh-!" You swallowed as you nodded and slumped in defeat, "Yeah, but I failed so instead of feeding you guys my awful cooking I got us pizza."

The women shared quick glances with each other before smiling.

"That was an extremely sweet thought, Honey," Hinatsuru smiled sweetly as she walked up to you and kissed your cheek, "But please, leave the dinner and other stuff for us."

"But you guys work so hard at school…?" You asked and they smiled at you, "Yes, but you and Tengen work hard also. Feeding the both of you makes us very happy."

"Are you sure?" You asked and all 3 women hugged you, "We're sure."

You couldn't help but sigh in relief as you hugged your wives and then-!

"What's this?"

The 4 of you looked and saw Tengen return into the room from his trip to the toilet. The man looked at you guys and chuckled, "A group hug and I wasn't invited?"

You guys laughed as you opened your arms and the man stepped ahead, hugging you guys just as lovingly as you were hugging each other.

Yeah, all 5 of you worked in totally different lines of business, but you all loved each other just as hard and equally.

[strawbebbyy-shinies]

I figured I'd do a little post about the shiny manaphy hunt. Yknow, tips for those looking to do the hunt before pokemon bank's eventual shut down.

Firstly, the manaphy eggs can be gotten off of ANY pokemon ranger game. Including Shadows of Almia and Guardian Signs. You need access to the dns exploit to download the special mission, but the eggs are available on those games as well as on the original ranger. This is my number one advice for people. It seems like people just don't know this, and are struggling with just finding the eggs on a copy of original ranger. It may still be a pain to find copies with unclaimed eggs, but the pool of games is significantly larger than most people know.

Secondly, 4 eggs per party is optimal. You cannot enter the union room with more than 4 eggs in your party, so unless you plan on using multiple games to hatch eggs at once (ie, 2 games hatching and 2 games resetting) there's no need to collect a huge number of eggs.

Third, afaik your save file's ID is influenced by your ds system's date & time. So try to have your 3 systems on separate dates to maximize variety in your ID numbers.

Fourth, I recommend doing this hunt on diamond and pearl, as they have the shortest time between starting and being able to trade. You will need 2 copies, obviously, but another thing to note is the eggs will NEVER be shiny on the first game they are transferred to from ranger. I redeemed them from ranger to my childhood copy of platinum, and from there sent them to diamond/pearl to begin hunting. Don't even bother hatching them on the first game they're on.

When preparing for catching pokemon to trade for the eggs, I recommend buying 1 potion and then spending the rest of your money on pokeballs. I always ended up using the potion and it saves time vs running to heal at the pokecenter partway through catching.

Speaking of catching, you have to have a full party of 6. If you only catch enough for a party of five you will not be allowed to trade all the eggs. Similar to only being allowed to have 4 eggs in the union room, essentially the game won't allow you to trade unless you have at least 2 pokemon in your party. You're forced to ALWAYS have at least 2 pokemon in your party in the union room, and if you try to do a trade that would result in you only having 1, you won't be allowed to. Always catch enough for a full party.

ALSO on the topic of catching, you DO NOT have to do the catching tutorial. After Lucas/Dawn tells you to go tell your mom about the pokedex, you can pop into the mart, buy your balls, and go catch on the route BEFORE sandgem.

Don't forget to turn text speed to fast and battle animations off after every reset. It seems obvious but it makes a difference.

The manaphy won't be shiny on the hatch screen. You have to check it's summary in your party.

You can run some steps off the eggs before trading. Trading can randomly add/subtract steps from the hatch cycle, but the eggs will ALWAYS hatch 250 steps apart. There is 1 step to the left mandatory for entering the union room and you may worry eventually those 1 steps will add up and your eggs will be so close to hatching that you can't make that 1 step without them hatching. This is, based on evidence from multiple people's experience in this hunt, very very unlikely. My eggs were at the 'sounds can be heard coming from inside' phase the entire hunt and I never had problems with them hatching before I could get into the union room. (If you're worried, you can save steps inside the union room by using the game WITHOUT the eggs to talk to the other trainer and initiate trading, as well as simply turning the game off rather than walking to the union room exit.)

The basic cycle is like this:

Game A hatches eggs while game B gets restarted and begins playing the beginning of the game. Game A will likely finish hatching right as Game B is talking to their rival outside his house.

If no shiny, Game A is soft reset without saving, to return the eggs to being un-hatched. Game B plays through to getting the pokedex, then catches 5 pokemon to give them a party of 6 counting their starter.

Both games enter the union room, eggs are traded from Game A to Game B.

Both games are soft reset. Game A is wiped and restarted, while Game B is loaded. You will be shown walking out of the union room and can immediately start hatching eggs right there in the pokecenter.

And, so on, until the shiny appears.

ALWAYS BE SURE THE EGGS ARE NOT HATCHED BEFORE ENTERING THE UNION ROOM. if you accidentally enter while the eggs are hatched, they're hatched forever and you have to find new eggs.

That's all I can think of! Happy hunting! Feel free to ask if you have questions

[honeysmokedham]

Call Me Maybe || Nora & Teddy

TIMING: 4/28 at 3:12 pm LOCATION:  A Cell Phone Store PARTIES:  Nora @honeysmokedham & Teddy @eldritchaccident SUMMARY: Nora goes to steal a new cell phone and Teddy is ready for a fun little time. CONTENT WARNINGS: N/A

There were a lot of things Nora enjoyed about her new life. Namely it was the freedom to exist the way she wants to exist. Nora was without eyes watching her move, ready to write tweets about the pathetic attempts Nora was making at living her life. The one thing Nora didn’t like was the lack of money. Sure, stealing things was easy, but having an unlimited credit card was easier. The amount of ham she could be dining on every night was nothing compared to the few crumbs she managed to scrounge together each night and call her nightly meal. 

Today Nora had a “shopping” list of one new cell phone. Her last one she’d smashed into the wall of a crypt. She didn’t want to talk about it. It was a sore topic. Nora walked around the electronic store, eyes glued to the many devices in front of her. If she was going to steal something she might as well steal something good right. Iphone or android? Big or small? God Nora hated electronics. Her last phones had always been whatever her fathers gave her. And those were normally sent by electronic companies so people would see her using them in public and people wanting to be like her would buy them. “What’s the difference.” Nora murmured out loud, staring between what she thought was the newest android and the newest iphone. She didn’t actually know. 

Teddy had spied the kid the moment she stepped into the store. They knew that look, knew what it meant. Knew the hunger that was behind it. Technically it was their (temp) job to stop people from doing exactly that sort of thing, but in a store like this? Stealing wasn’t as easy as just picking the latest model off the display. For one, the displays were hard locked in, each with a massive charging/safety port thing super glued to their back. For another, a phone was almost nothing these days, not without a proper sim card. 

Fortunately for the would-be thief, the demon was in a particularly good mood that day. Despite, or maybe to spite the man they’d taken this job for. Filling in miraculously right when Robert Whatshisname had called out. The job was about as interesting as they had expected, nothing compared to being a line cook, or doing deliveries, or tending bar. Teddy really liked bar tending. You got a lot of stories out of that one, and most of the patrons delighted in the strange concoctions that the demon liked to make. (Usually because they were already too drunk to care about the strategic and strange flavor choices.) 

Like always, the demon had a little knack for knowing where to be, and when. And they got another temp job. Johnny Phonecompanyguy didn’t even care so much to look into the fake ID Teds had set up for themself, he was just happy to not have to be in his own damn store for a whole day. That was fine by Teddy. That was the way they liked it. 

The store was pretty much otherwise deserted. Another woman was in the back corner, deciding which case to get her four sons for their very fancy iPhones. She demanded a whole host of attention earlier, and Teddy demanded (silently, without her knowledge) a little payback. The demon sauntered closer to the kid though, quietly making their way around until they were just behind her. That’s when they leaned down, put on their best smile, and whispered. “Phones usually work better with data.” 

The last thing Nora wanted today was an employee getting into her business. Nora turned to the employee, a shit-eating grin pasted all over their face. Rose-colored glasses reflected her own blank face back to her. She looked past the reflection to the eyes beneath, looking at her and her phone choices with interest. “I have data.” Nora reached into her pocket, rummaging around to find what she was looking for. A snake, someone who caught a ride in her jacket a few days ago and hadn’t left due to the free food, wrapped itself around her wrist and started moving up her arm. Nora found her phone, holding it out to the employee. It was a pre-paid android she’d traded someone for six months ago. She knew it had six months of service left before she had to figure out what to do. 

With the attention of what seemed to be the singular employee in the store, Nora now knew this game had to play out differently. Get the information she needed from the employee. Trick him into leaving her along with a phone ready to go and then get out of there. Easy right? Nora’s posture changed. She’d played the game of the rich and famous before and she could do it again. Easily she slipped back into the mask of Eleanor Pine. The daughter of Gregory and Damien Pine, rich and powerful men who know their worth and expect to be treated in a reflection of it. Eleanor Pine would have never been allowed to walk outside in her tattered and dirty clothes. She would have never worn a repeat outfit, and she would have never been at an electronics store. She had also never been Nora Pine. Nora could do this. 

“My phone broke.” A hand came up to play with a strand of her hand. “You don’t happen to know which model I would need, do you?” In the back of the store, Nora could see another woman picking out phone cases. Maybe her distraction could be scaring that woman. Then the employee could go saunter over there, help her and Nora could sneak out. "The best of the best." The mask of it all was exhausting. Years of being who she wanted to be had destroyed the calluses of the mask. "In black." She had an aesthetic to keep up, after all. 

Teddy’s smile only seemed to widen at the sudden snakey influx, and at the game being played. One they’d been on the other side of before. The Joneses didn’t always have extra cash to throw at any problem, and who could say no to an adorable little face like Teds when they were young? Few folks said no to it now, ‘hardened’ as it was with age and the scars of the road they’d taken to get where they were. (Fewer folks would say Teddy looked like they ever had a hard day in their life. The carefree attitude didn’t quite match with the experience they’d earned. The most edgy thing about them was maybe the scar, and even that could be explained away as a port wine birthmark rather than a tale of nuns with guns and knives.) So yes, Teddy knew this game. 

They were, however, wrestling with which side to play on. Give a challenge to the young girl, or a helping hand. Maybe that depended on how well she kept up. Maybe they’d play a different game entirely. See how much help they could give without ever being spotted. “Ahh. Happens to the best of the best of us.” Teds repeated the phrasing, hopefully letting on that they had been listening well. Though, that tended to be the kind of thing the demon picked up on while not many others did. 

Teddy lilted into an easy laugh, bobbing their shoulders as they strolled around the counter. Prowling almost like a shark would, or maybe like a cat with a very interesting hair tie. “I’ve shattered more than my fair share. I’m sure we can get you exactly what you need.” And go. Roll the dice, see where they land. From then on out, each sentence would be a calculated code. 

The girl looked clever. A bit tired, sure. Had that layer of dirt that only really ever comes from sleeping outside for so long. The kind you can’t quite get off even with a few showers. Smelled of earth and damp. Maybe something underground? Hard to tell. Harder to let slide. If the kid did well in this game maybe they’d have to arrange something else. Hire that damn detective to track her down. 

“So what is your name miss?” Teddy clacked away at the keys behind the counter, acting as if they were doing anything more than just strategically keysmashing. “Did you have insurance with us?” 

 “Cassiopeia.” The name slithered out of Nora’s mouth in tandem with the snake sliding its way up Nora's arm. "It really does happen to the best of the best of us." Nora's voice had shifted from her comfortable monotone to the one her acting instructors had drilled her on. She missed the days when she was young and got away with being non-verbal. Her first words at the age of 8 had been a mistake that opened the floodgates to something else. 

This employee was so easy in their interaction. Nora doubted the tension that held her together would be reflected in them. An easy laugh. An easy approach to strangers. The appearance of being carefree. Nora itched to scare them. Nora thought it would be fun. Would they still laugh in the face of a monster? Nora wanted to know. It was the thing Nora wanted to know about everyone. 

Rich people didn't ask for the names of their help. That wasn't how the rules were played. Nora was never good at the game. "And your name?" Nora caught her mistake instantly. "Just in case." To sound like a threat. As if to say so if anything in this interaction goes wrong I can speak to your manager. That was the kind of customer employees hated to deal with. Maybe this one would be scared of those employees. It would be a fun little treat. 

Nora's eyes floated back to the phones in front of her. "I didn't get my phone through you. My last store's work was unsatisfactory. I will be getting what I am owed from them." A threat of a sue. That was the play, right? Companies hated being sued. "Now I'm here. I'm sure I won't have that same problem here." Why did the hoity-toity talk so much? Nora wanted the employee to just use their little key and pull out a brand new phone so she could make her escape. "Can I see more options for that phone?" Nora pointed at the closet model. 

“Ahh, lovely name. Some might say even prettier than Aphrodite!” Teddy grinned, loving the classic nature of the pseudonym. It had to be one, right? Not that it was impossible for someone today to pick a name from an old Greek Tragedy (or more likely, from the constellation), but more likely… improbable. Considering Teds would never give a real name when they were trying to steal something. Though, what the demon would do was hardly a metric to measure the world by. They’d learned that lesson many many times. Ah well. 

“Me? I’m Cetus.” The sea monster that came to wreck Cassiopeia’s kingdom. Really fitting, all things considered. And absolutely not what was on their nametag. Teddy wondered if she’d notice. If she was looking. Honestly probably not, nerves so often got in the way of little details. “And I certainly hope we can do better than your last store.” All smiles, sweetened honeyed words. “Maybe if I work some magic over here we can get you set up with a discount and it won’t cost you five fingers.” Was that too obvious? Or not enough? Did kids still use that phrase? It wasn’t like they were saying it was ‘so discounted it was practically a steal’ or something. 

“Sure thing, lemme show you which phones you could walk out with today.” Not willing to just throw the game right there, Teddy pulled out the docked iPad instead. Flipped to the app that had all the options in an easy slideshow esq parade. “You could even get it personalized.” That part was true, and something Mr. SellCellService had asked his new temp clerk to upsell. “You could get a black phone with an engraving of a snake like your little buddy there. We have the laser right in store. It’s fascinating to watch.” 

No one could ever say Nora was good at math, but something wasn’t adding up. Nora’s eyes flickered down to the employee’s name tag reading ‘Viktor’ then back to Cetus’s face. Okay. That one? She wouldn’t judge. Nora would hate working in a people-facing position and giving her name. Not that Nora would ever deign to work. Working was for poor people. Where the math started getting too complicated for Nora to follow, were subtle words she thought were calling her out. It would not cost her five fingers and walk out with today. Those rose-colored glasses appeared to hold more knowledge of the world than Nora had hoped. 

Nora's jaw jutted out as she fought the urge to wrap herself in illusion. To send the smug and satisfied employee fleeing away. Nora swallowed back the rash of emotion. It was that desperate need to scare everyone around her that developed her poker face. The whole while, struggling with confusion from everything Cetus had said to the urge to scare them shitless, her face had remained as impassive as ever. What Nora wasn't, was witty. When it came to words she was a blunt object. Cetus seemed to be a fine-edged tool, dancing around the conversation. Nora would have to be careful, but she found herself struggling with how. Then to make all of it worse, they weren't even scared of the snake on her arm. What kind of shit was that? That should have at least been a level-one nerve factor. 

Nora looked down at the iPad in front of her. "Personalization won't be necessary. Just the phone and nothing else." Nora couldn't control herself anymore. An illusion of scales flickered across her body. A whisper of a story that she was as reptilian as the snake crawling up her arm. Even her pupils elongated into long slits for just a second. Perhaps that little glimpse would be enough to get Cetus startled enough to pull out the phone in a hurry. "I'm sure you can understand. I'm in a rush." A rush to get out from under those fluorescent lights and the laminate flooring. Nora just wanted to go curl up back in her crypt and sort through everything that had happened the last few days. 

Well that was different. Sparking up something even more delighted in the demon. Who’s fishy side was often confused for a large mutated crocodile. (The running theory on the cryptid watcher boards was something about Big Finn being an escaped lab experiment, or a croc that ate plutonium but survived, it was all very scientific you know.) A subtle sniff and things didn’t quite match. Teddy didn’t detect the distinct… fragrance a lamia carried. Nor one a snakey fae might either. Was she trying to scare them? Was that it? It would’ve worked on a regular employee but uh, Teds wasn’t exactly that. 

Few things in this world scared Teddy Jones. Kind of comes with the territory of being an eldritch horror. Though, maybe it went back further than that. Leviathan always liked to tell stories of how the young human child seemed to enjoy seeing the great sea beast. Back when it seemed larger than life. Impossible. Horrifying. Maddening. And yet, itty bitty Teddy saw that as a friend shape. And then it was a dad shape. The rest was history. Whoever the Joneses were before, a newer, better version stepped out of that shack. 

But how were they supposed to respond to this? Gosh it was such a conundrum. Thinking it through in bullet time, Teddy had a situation on their hands regardless. Option one; be scared. But they didn’t even have the phones out yet.. Or was this meant to speed them up? The cell that Cassiopeia showed was pretty busted. It’d be a miracle if the sim card wasn’t messed up too. Demons didn’t hand out miracles. Only expertly placed misfortunes that benefited someone else. In this case, the girl. Hopefully. Their mind had already been dead set on helping before, this new scaly excursion kind of only made them want to help more. 

So, option two; cool as a cucumber. Hopefully it’d indicate something collaborative rather than combative. “Even without the personalization I bet I can help you get something even better than what you got there.” A flick of the eyebrows. C’mon kid. It was almost out in the open. The demon’s eyes darted to the other presence in the store, then back at the straight faced… teen? Was she a teen? Honestly Ted was so bad at picking out ages. She could have been twelve or twenty five, and the clerk probably wouldn’t have been able to tell you which. 

It was rude that the people of this town had such a high fear tolerance. Was Nora not always out here doing the most? Creating beautiful pieces of art for people to tremble before, and now no one cared anymore. No one was scared in this goddamn town. Everyone in this town really was liars. And probably the rest of the world, convincing Nora that she was scary. Now she was nothing. Nothing and with a broken phone. But the employee was looking at Nora like they were trying to convey something to her. Nora stopped sitting in the cesspool that was her own internal monologue and tried to follow what Cetus was telling her. Eyes darted from Nora to the other lady in the store. Did... Did they want Nora to scare that customer away? 

Nora turned from Cetus and their rose-colored glasses to look at the lady, still engrossed in her phone cases, then glanced back at Cetus. Okay. You really didn't need to ask Nora to scare someone twice. The weird thing was this was the first time someone was asking Nora to scare someone. No one had ever utilized her penchant for pranks before in that manner.  Generally, Nora picked her victims and worked from there. Most people who found out about her pranks didn't stay around for long enough to weaponize them against others. This was... New.

"Hey, lady." Nora's monotone voice filled the store, echoing off the linoleum floors and vibrating in the small space. The woman whipped around, confusion speckled across her features. "Eat shit." Nora stated. The illusion around her swelled. In a sequence of images, Nora's human skin shredded off her body, falling into translucent heaps on the floor as a giant king cobra emerged standing there and hissing. The woman was, understandably, screaming by then. The cases she was holding tumbled to the ground as she ran towards the exit. Nora made her dance for it, the snake striking out at the lady. She dodged and screamed, slamming into the door before she finally made it out. Where she had stood, Nora could see she left her purse. Nora hoped she wouldn't need to come back for it soon.

The illusion shrunk around Nora as she played it in reverse. Her flesh picked itself back up off the floor, sewing itself around her and wrapping her in her human cocoon as the snake disappeared deep inside her. Then there was Nora. Standing there, petting her snake with a finger. "The discount?" Nora asked, looking back at Cetus. No fear drifted off the employee, but the woman had left a wonderful trail of fear to devour. "It's rude not to be scared," Nora added. Because it was. It was rude to her and her craft that she worked so hard on. 

“Ooohoo hoo! Masterfully done!” This little spider wove quite a web now didn’t she? Teddy’s eyes lit up with glee, even just watching the back of whatever Cassiopeia had going on. It was gruesome, it was wretched, it was incredible. It made the demon a little jealous. The way the woman had fled the store worked perfectly into the plan Teddy had started spinning the second they realized what this kid was trying to do. 

“My sincerest apologies about that, Miss Cassiopeia.” Teddy humbled themself with a deep and reverent bow. The queen of fear, as far as they could tell, deserved as much. Once righted though, their grin returned, with absolutely no sugar coating. “But now that she’s gone, we can get some real work done. Stealing the phone and putting your old card into it is only going to work as long as they don’t catch on. As long as they don’t track it. I got a better method for ya, if you’re interested.” A sly tilt of their head to the side, and it was clear the demon was no longer working on behalf of the store. 

Nora had read a book before. It was Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. Alice had been an idiot, but there had been one singular character that Nora had drawn quite a fondness to. The Cheshire cat. This employee, standing in front of her with twinkling glasses and a mischievous grin, had to be the embodiment of the character. Frankly, that meant Nora was fucked. Not for any real reason. Simply because Nora refused to be Alice in any scenario. No, she could be Not Alice. The better Alice who is capable of making choices and doesn't have a breakdown at the slightest inconvenience. Last night... didn't count. 

At least the clever cat had manners and was interesting. Nora had finally caught on the Cetus might not be their real name and they were playing a game, just like the cat. Nora's head tilted to the side. "Why are you helping me?" She asked, point blank. As usual, she was a blunt object, never a sharpened blade. "What will I owe you?" 

“Bored mostly.” A beat. A consideration. She was so young. “And I’ve been where you are right now. Can’t say I know why you’re doin’ all this, but uhh. Y’know. One friend of Lupin to another.” Teddy softened slightly, not by much, maybe not even perceptibly. It wasn’t easy being a kid, double or triple that if you weren’t human. And unless she had an accomplice somewhere around, it didn’t look like she had her own version of Levi either. 

Alone. 

Maybe that’s what likened the girl to the demon the most. Teddy hated being alone. Hated needing other people too, which was a bit of a conundrum sometimes. Showing that the world didn’t have to be lonely, well maybe that was a good thing. And maybe that’s why they didn’t really care to ask for anything in return. Well, nothing of substance. 

“Owe me? You already paid by getting rid of Uptight McShouty back there. You didn’t see the storm she was making before you came in. Or the mess her boys made that I had to clean up before she went off to look at phone cases.” Ted's head quirked again, this time along with their gaze. Upward, thinking for a second, running the mental math and possibilities. Finally landing on something and nodding as if Nora had been able to hear the stream of consciousness. “Do you want a case? It’ll keep your next one from getting shattered like that. Though, the way I’m hooking you up you can just get a new one anytime.” 

Quick hands made quicker work of the technical side of things. Boxes were pulled, primed, and set up for the girl’s inspection. A very nice expensive model, and a few of their more hardy cases. As well as some other goodies too. Cause why not? If someone else was going to foot the bill, what did it matter? 

“Hellen Richardson was very rude to me, and if I do this riiiiiight, she won’t even notice the extra fees hidden in her bills. Honestly she’ll probably think it’s one of those rowdy teens racking up the price.” Teddy winked, feeling particularly proud of themselves for this one. “She gets just desserts for being a terrible customer, and you get unlimited data and our best coverage for breaks and losses!” 

What Nora could understand was making fun choices out of boredom. What she didn't understand was who Lupin was and why Cetus assumed she was friends with this Lupin. Nora's brain did mental flips, trying to figure out who this Lupin was. Finally, she settled on saying, "Yeah, Lupin." A simple agreement surely couldn't get her in too much trouble. Surely. She was going to have to google this Lupin when her new phone was up and running. 

Nora watched Cetus work with quick hands, selecting options on the iPad, and presenting everything for Nora to see. This was a lot to handle in a new way. Had Nora not just shown the Cheshire cat something to fear, and in return gotten praise and a free cell phone? A phone that was billed to the lady she actually had scared. Unable to see the best in people, distrust bubbled around Nora. Her eyes shifted to the door every now and then, expecting this was a stall and the police or animal catchers would be here to get her soon. Maybe even those "hunters" Metzli and Emilio had talked about. What a joke. 

"Thank you." The words felt like bricks. It wasn't something she was used to saying. Thanking people. People didn't stick around long enough to be thanked. While this whole experience was leaving her confused and unsure of how to act, she figured that was the next step. "I am glad I could help with Hellen Richardson." As boxes got ready, Nora placed them in her pockets, like a little mouse eating all of its cheese before the scientist could take it away to begin whatever odd experiment she was part of. 

Part of Nora was ready to announce to Cetus that she could scare other people for them. Any place you needed her to go, she could do it. Easily. For fun. For enjoyment. For friendship. That voice was quickly shoved into a box of things to digest later. This was a trap. It had to be. A lie in its own right. Nora needed to be smarter than this game. The problem was, she couldn't see where this game was going. "I'll remember this, Cetus." That was probably the safest at this time. It wasn't an, I'll owe you, or I will give you my first child. It was an if something comes up in the future and we meet again and I can help, I'll do it. 

"I hope more people are rude to you." Boxes in her pockets, Nora was starting to back up slowly. "So you can have more fun." Nora bolted. Nora wasn't sure why she ran, but she felt like she had to. A stranger being too nice to her in a store. Maybe they knew who she was and were waiting for other people to show up so they could get the reward. What was a few million spent in a store when there were millions on the line. 

Before Teddy could do much of anything to ask about the girl’s real name, or anything about her she was off like a shot. Leaving the demon a little perplexed and snapping two finger guns in the direction of the swinging door. Well that was something. A neat little interaction. Wrapped up and packaged in a bow. Teddy was intensely curious about this girl, who she was, what she was (though they had an idea), and what had brought her to the store that day. Plenty of things could shatter a phone, less could lead you to have to steal its replacement. It was amusing, and a bit worrying. 

The demon couldn’t help but hold a little concern for her wellbeing. Something that would absolutely hold their attention more than anything else that could possibly happen in the phone store the rest of the day. Even the (expected) frantic call from Hellen about the ‘terrifying monster’ in the store, of which Teddy assured her there wasn’t one. Citing that the ‘Strange Wicked’s Rest’ nonsense had to be getting to the woman’s head, and that it was all fine. They checked the tapes and everything. Gave her a discount on her next visit anyway. She deserved that much for being such a good sport in Ted’s big plan. Even unknowingly. 

Ahh well. Maybe Ted would call up old grumpy pants and make this another case after the otter incident was resolved. Kind of felt like an invasion of privacy though. Mostly, they hoped, they’d get another chance to see her. Make sure she was alright. And hey, they had to check how the new phone was doing, right?

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okay so. my opinions on their eyes were watching discourse that i disagree w. here goes english class essay on tumblr

starting w quickly one of the worst complaints ive ever heard, "its written in backwoods, uneducated, slave talk" "it portrays african americans as uneducated and lower class." dear lord. yes the book is written in heavy southern dialect or avve or both bc theyre basically the same thing, but it adds a lot to the book as far as im concerned. if i as a foreigner can manage to read it just fine and enjoy it, im sure you can deal w it. if i could read this when i was like 16 and had only been speaking english for 6 years rly, im sure u can cope. hurston was also an anthropologist who predominantly studied southern and carribean african diaspora, and thus her writing is heavily based on this. she also,,, was born in alabama and raised in florida, and thus, she was trying to portay not "those backwards rural folk over there" but her own people. and you can tell too, in the book, she was also trying to find and understand herself. others have called their eyes were watching god a brilliant capturing of the soul and culture of southern black ppl, and uhhH yea, id tend to agree. the fact she focused on rural peoples doesnt somehow mean she was saying all of the african diaspora is like this, and also...... .. theres nothing wrong with "uneducated" "backwoods" poor and rural people god damn get the classism out of here

but onto the main shit

a) its a grand love story love life goals. + her relationship w tea cake is feminist goals somehow

uhh,,, not quite, not as simple as that. even the summary of the book, along w many other summeries in some versions, calls it "an enduring southern love story" and to an extent it is, but also, its far from,,, something to be glorified too much. especially not as other book summaries say, "tea cake comes along and is the best thing ever a liberator etc etc"

its true that thats part of it. hurston from what i know said she wrote the book almost as a love ode to a man she fell in love with when she was in haiti, and it shows for sure. but tea cake, and his relationship with janie, isnt without problems. after they get married he steals her money, uses it to "feel like a rich man," to buy food and drinks for ppl, to buy a guitar, to party, leaving her alone for days while she wonders if he aint dead, or if he hasnt stolen her money and left her, used her - she's struggling, in pain, anxious through the roof, he finds her sitting on the floor staring into nothing when he come back. and sure, he apologizes, he explains himself with charm and humor, says he couldn't help but want to know, says he didnt wanna bring her around lower class folks out of fear she wouldnt like it - and when she tells him she'd want to be there, after that, he does always bring her w him and doesnt exclude her. he gambles the money back and comes back stabbed, bleeding, but keeping his word, "look in mah left pocket and see whut yo' daddy brought youh. when ah tell yuh ah'm gointuh bring it, ah don't lie." its playful, charming, you get drawn into his shpeel, and i think anyone whose ever had a habit of falling in love w,, , how to say, those rough around the edges, those w street smarts, can say yea, theres a charm to it. he tells her after, from that point on, they're going to be living on his money, that he's a man and thus he's gonna provide - and in truth he never steals her money again, never uses her money again despite her having it, and while she works at times, he also works more than her, and its clear hes okay w sticking by his word of providing.,, and janie forgives him for this ordeal, sure. at the same time,,, it could be said its a red flag and that yup, he stole her money once right after they got married and left her feeling bad for days, which aint alright

next, the domestic violence between them, and the jealousy too, which the book at times romanticized and portrays as normal. theres several instances of this throughout. janie talks about how he strikes her on multiple occasions, but also how she strikes him. she talks abt finding out theres consequences for trying to fight him, which is getting beat. when she gets jealous and thinks he might be sleeping w another woman, she slaps him and they fight from room to room, him trying to keep her from beating him, that time not beating her and ending up w them having sex. another time when tea cake gets jealous that a woman is trying to set her brother up w janie, even tho he knows she aint gonna leave him or cheat on him, he beats her just to show that he possesses her, owns her. he knows shes done nothing to justify the jealousy, but does it anyhow. "no brutal beating at all. he just slapped her around a bit to show he was boss. everybody talked about it next day in the fields. it aroused a sort of envy in both men and women. the way he petted and pampered her as if those two or three face slaps had nearly killed her made the women see visions and the helpless way she hung on him made men dream dreams." this line v much shows the romantization and normalization of domestic abuse. and then, tea cake goes on to talk to the other men about it, to brag about it, to talk about how bc his wife is mixed and lighter skinned you can see the marks and bruises a beating leaves on her. the other men say beating on darker black women aint the same, bc noone can tell the next day you beat them, and because they will fight you back and beat you back all night, but janie seems to just take it obediently (not exactly true in all instances, she does fight back and beat him at times) and u can see it on her skin. tea cake brags to the other men that thats why he likes his wife, and that she is wherever and however he wants her to be........ which is something janies previous husband joe said too :/ except janie seems to accept and romanticise this, while having an issue w her previous husband, when in many regards tea cake and joe are doing the same thing.

and this takes us to,, well, tea cake aint exactly a "liberator" and their relationship isnt feminism 101. its just not. yes, tea cake in a sense liberates her. he reminds her of the boy she had a crush on as a teenage girl and the bees in the bloosoming tree. he unlike her previous husbands lets her.. be. he teachers her how to play board games, teacher her how to shoot a gun, goes fishing with her, takes her to games and dances she wasnt allowed to go to before. hes proud of her for shooting better than him, and he never once tells her to shut up around pll like joe does. when shes with him she talks to other ppl, shes finally involved in community life like how she wished. they spend nights on the muck dancing, singing, gambeling, joking and talking w other people, joining the carribean dancers around the fire. its clear in a sense that throughout the progression of her marriages, janie ends up w a man who Does in some regards represent and give her freedom, and who is also much closer to lets say, an african spirit and traditions than the previous two, especially joe. janie says, tea cake made her soul come out of its hiding place, and he did.

but he also..,,, was a man of the times, and they were both people of the times. and while tea cake saw her as much more an equal than her other husbands ever did, he was also clearly in charge and their marriage was still following a series of traditional norms

janie is still in many regards submissive to him, and "like a child." despite her being older than him, he calls her a girl child, a baby girl, a little thing, makes several statements and allusions to this sort of thing a lot. he calls himself her daddy, he holds up the idea that a man ought to provide for "his woman" and take care of her. she wears blue like a young gal bc tea cake says it looks good on her. and still, yea, this isnt a one way thing in their relationship, bc janie also, especially when hes sick or wounded, calls him a boy, a boy chile, her baby, mamas him etc. and theres many times when hes all too happy to try to fulfill her wishes and needs and do what she wants. and yea, its part of how love makes you feel young, its part too of how some ppl search for that sort of parental care in their partners, especially those who havent had it much (like janie, who grew up without a father.) still, this is mostly seen the other way in their relationship

and here its important to take into account janies history of trauma and how she was raised. she was raised by her grandma, who was born a slave and raped by a white master, which is how she got her mom. her mom in turn was raped, and thats how she got janie. there is a deep history here of violence and submission - her grandma even tells her, the black woman is made the mule of the world by both white and blacl men. janie is also used to being struck by her grandmother as a child, thus, to her being hit is normalized, a part of life, and even a sign that someone cares about you a lot - loves you enough to beat you for your own good. janie is married off to a man x2 x3 times her age at 16 by her grandma, and shes expected to settle bc shes not being beat, shes not being worked too hard, and the mans got property. janie struggles throughout her entire life with the lessons and morality her grandma taught her, and her marriages taught her, even saying at some point she hates her grandma for it.... janie has been conditioned throughout her life to be submissive, and to accept violence, and while she definetely has a fighting spirit and craves more than shes told to settle for, while she certainly stands up to wanting a certain amount of independence, shes also... bound by her times, by her conditioning, and this has limits for sure.

and thus we see her submission in her marriage w tea cake, even as he gives her more freedom than others - even that phrasing, he "gives" her freedom, but really, it aint his to give is it...? not only does she forgive him for the money steling, and for the beatings, but its also shown regularly that shed much rather follow his lead w things. in many regards, shes the one that asks and does - they go where tea cake wants to go, they do what tea cake wants to do. hes the one that chooses where they get married, hes the one that chooses to go work on the muck, hes the one that tells her to come work the fields w him, and hes the one that tells her to stay home and not work... after the hurricane she tells him again, well do and go where u wanna go. and while she goes along w it, while she says well do whatever u wanna do,,,, shes still following his lead by all means. shes been sweeped off of her feet like a child, and in many regards shes following his lead, and its known that hes the boss. more equal than her other marriages, but, still

.... and so. its complicated. it sure as hell aint a relationship which is "feminist" or "liberating" in a feminist sense or a modern sense..... and yet. it would be unfair to say, it also didn't liberate her soul somewhat, and they didnt love each other

b) and this takes us to the second critique i dont agree w, that the book is outright bad bc it promotes and romanticizes violence and all this. and also its definetely not a love story at all

,,, and. yea i dont think this is a fair critique at all. i think its up to you to interpret zora's writing and what it means to you. she clearly had more than just a one sided puritanical moralistic view and feeling on all this, and yes, she wrote this book in part infleunced by a whirwind romance she had in haiti and im sure to a great extent her own life experiences. she also wrote this book in the the 1930s. there is something deeply deeply honest, raw, real, and soulful about it because of this, it is complicated in the way real life is

no, janie isnt some sort of modern day "feminist" protagonist but also. she wasnt meant to be, she just wasnt i dont think

and i dont think its,,,, fair, to dismiss this entire book and all the brilliance in it bc of that.,, or to say that they didnt love each other either. it was far from perfect thats for sure. and i do really get why some would look at all this and say yea, this isnt love. i do... but i think its more complicated that that. and i think in many ways, it is a story of people and love in the context of the, well, limitations of who they are. in the context of deep deep generation and current trauma, in the context of the times, in the context of a lot of things..... and ive said this before, to me its in many ways the same sort of conflict i had when writing that ethnography on my grand grandma and grandpa, child marriage bridal kidnapping and all that, and trying to make some sense of what love and marriage mean in circumstances like that. and i could not reach a conclusion which simply said, they never loved each other. i just couldn't no matter how much i wanted to, bc, despite how fucked it all was, that wouldnt have been the true, messy complexity of it all....... tea cake did love her, he did bring her to life, he did cherish her, he did protect her, he did see her as more his equal than other men - he risked his life for her and died for it. he was also possessive, and jealous, and physically abusive. and she beat on him too.

........ and on the ending of the book, it can be interpreted in different ways for sure. tea cake's death and the way he dies could be interpreted in many ways. it was rabies that took him, and rabies is why janie had to shoot him, but the rabies made the jealousy he had before and the violence he had before come out to a stronger extent. in a way it could be said zora ending the story w tea cakes rabies being the final issue relieves him too much of his responsibility and actions, gives janie a "justified" retaliation and end... zora also v much shows how the other black ppl shed been living w largely turned on her when she shot him, caring more for him they did her. surprisingly janie talks about how some of the white women in the courtroom pitied her and "formed a protective shield around her", while her own turned their backs on her..she hears the men say, "well, you know whut dey say, 'uh white man and uh nigger woman is de freest thing on earth'. dey do as dey please." even if soon they forgive her and feel bad for their turning on her and her treatment of her and come to their senses. and thus, were also reminded that the book is Indeed very vocal of black mens views and treatment of black women, (as well as on how colorism affects things but thsts a whole other long train of analysis) and that zora wasnt just saying and showing that all this is a-okay. she wasnt saying that the other men were all good all fine, she wasnt saying that tea cake was either

.. and as for janie coming back home. welp. i think it can be interpreted again in many ways. some say it shows she had to kill tea cake in order to truly gain her freedom, it was the final step in her coming to self and self actualization, and that the ending of the book is "feminist" in this regard. others say the ending is the ending of a great love story, with janie coming home now with her soul alive, having seen the world as she says, to rest and be at peace. she sobs of what has happened, and yet she realizes tea cake lives still in her love. a beautiful metaphor of how the dead live through the love of the living. his memory lightens up the room like a sun, she draws the fishnet of his light and love and freedom over her, she calls her soul to see.... she has also learned from tea cake in part to not care what others say, so she doesnt care that the town women want to talk shit about her.. others say, the ending of the book is a feminist disaster. it shows janie giving up control over her narrative by not caring what the other women are saying about her. it shows her shutting herself into her old house with memories of a man who really, wasnt all that great. others say, its not a feminist disaster bc while the ending means the above, in zora writing it even beautifying, were still meant to critique it

honestly by this point, not quite sure i know. id say its neither and all three all in one bc its way more complicated than just "a feminist or not feminist message" "a role model message" ,,,, but rather, something deeply real and complicated...

either way. im sure i could say more but thats most of my thoughts. i think its a pity to diminish this book either to some grand perfect love story, or to failed feminism, or whatever else. its so much more..... it is a book about deep deep trauma and pain, slavery, culture, humor, coming of age, soul, love, hope, hate, racism, colorism, women and men, religion, and beauty.... and id say, most all really, it is a story about how beauty somehow comes out of deep sorrow and pain.... reducing it into bits is a pity and disservice to its sheer raw and real spirit

[chiimeramanticore]

Part of the Band - Chapter 15 - No More Secrets

Chapter summary: Beach Bear finally gets to go home. Dook tells Beach Bear a secret. A/N:

these guys make me insane dude. I need them to kiss so bad but I do not control the pacing (I absolutely control the pacing, but this is a slowburn so the pace must remain at Agonizingly Slow) this one's kinda two smaller chapter ideas I had that I mushed together, but I think they work together well! id love to know y'all's thoughts- and I am now taking bets on how many chapters u guys think are left until they finally kiss ',:] enjoy the pining lol

Chapter word count: 1,963 <- Chapter 14 - Chapter 16 -> Read it on AO3!

Dook stands at the front desk of the hospital, Beach Bear sitting right next to him in a wheelchair. Dook glances over toward him– he seemed a little emasculated at the idea of being stuck in a wheelchair until his knee heals, but he didn't protest. Still, he avoids eye contact with Dook as he checks him out of the hospital.

Dook places the money they got from Mini on the counter. "This should be enough," he tells the receptionist. She counts the bills, and to his surprise, hands him back some change.

"D'you have means of getting home?" She asks.

"Shit," Beach Bear pipes up. "Oh, shit. My car."

"What about it?" Dook asks.

"Where is it?" Beach Bear asks, not to either of them in particular.

"You'd have to call your insurance," the receptionist says. "They all have their own preferred junkyards they sell to–"

"Sell?" Beach Bear nearly stands up. "They can't do that!"

"Your car was totaled," she tells him monotonously. "Insurance takes those totaled cars and sells 'em to junkyards. You can probably buy it back for cheap if you're quick."

"No, that's– That's my car," he says, "I shouldn't have to pay to have it back. That's my car."

"I can't do anything for you from here," she says. She rips a receipt from the printer by her computer and hands it to Dook, still keeping eye contact with Beach Bear. "Take it up with your insurance. Have a nice day."

"This is insane," Beach Bear says as Dook circles around the back of his wheelchair to take him out of the hospital. "This is ridiculous. I cannot believe this."

"I don't get it," Dook says as they exit onto the street. "If your car got totaled, what's the point in tryin' to get it back? It's probably gonna cost the same amount to fix it as it would to just get a new car."

"That's not the point," Beach Bear insists. "It's– that's my car."

Dook stares out into the street, watching cars pass by. He figured the car was sentimental to Beach Bear– he vaguely remembers him saying he's had it a long time– but even Dook would let something that close to him go, if it was totally destroyed.

"...Is there somethin' you're not tellin' me?" He asks slowly.

"I–" Beach Bear grows quiet for a moment. Then, finally, "That car was a gift from my dad. It was his, and he'd kinda left it to go to waste for a while. When he gave it to me, we made a thing out of fixing it together. It's... stupid, but..." He lowers his head. "It felt like the only time he respected me. Felt like the only time he saw me as his son."

"...Beach Bear, I–"

"I know," he says, then sniffs. Dook can't see his face from here. "I've been doing this touchy-feely stuff too much lately." He chuckles. "I just... we gotta get that car back."

"Even if it's totaled?"

"Even if it's totaled."

"...Might hurt to see it totaled," Dook suggests.

"Probably will," Beach Bear replies.

"You think..." Dook starts. This is a stupid idea. Beach Bear's going to say no. "You think, when we get it back, maybe you'd wanna... fix it together? Make new good memories about it?"

Beach Bear's head is still low. Then, he makes a noise– Dook isn't sure if he's laughing or crying. "Yeah," he says finally. "Yeah, that sounds really fun."

"I, uh, I don't know nothin' about cars or anything, though," Dook says, backpedaling a bit.

"That's fine," Beach Bear says. "My dad taught me everything I know about cars. I can teach you."

"...Yeah," Dook says, and he can't help the smile that forms on his face.

"...So, uh," Beach Bear says. "How are we gettin' home?"

"Oh," Dook says. "You think Fatz can drive us?"

"Probably," Beach Bear says. "You wanna go call him?"

"Oh," Dook says again. "Yeah. You got a quarter?"

"You have the money, Dook."

"Oh. Yeah. Be right back."

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Getting home is a bit of a challenge, but they finally make it back and into Beach Bear's room. Dook helps him into bed, and Beach Bear only seems to relax then.

"Better?" Dook asks.

"Much better," he says, closing his eyes peacefully.

Dook watches him do this, unsure if he just wants to sleep now or not. He shifts awkwardly, debating if he should speak up, until: "Should I, uh, get outta your hair, or...?"

"Nah," Beach Bear says. He doesn't open his eyes, but waves his hand noncommittally at him. "I don't mind you being here. I like the company."

"Okay." Beach Bear hasn't wanted to be alone since he got hurt. Even in the few days between the accident and him being released, he seemed reluctant to let Dook go home at the end of the day. Dook isn't sure why that is. Still, he stays as he was asked, taking the time to wander around the bedroom.

He finds himself returning to Beach Bear's desk. It's unchanged since the last time either of them were here, and he finds his eye drawn again to the pictures hanging above it. An old picture of Beach Bear, laughing. Something indescribable twinges in Dook upon seeing this.

"Beach Bear?" He says, not pulling his eyes from the picture.

"Yeah?" Beach Bear says back.

"...Can we promise, no more secrets between us?"

Beach Bear pauses, then chuckles. "Wasn't I cute back then?" He says. Dook glances over finally– Beach Bear's opened his eyes now, propped up slightly as he watches Dook look at the picture of him.

"I, uh–"

"I think I was, like, seventeen in that one," Beach Bear continues. "That was when I'd just started living the guy life. I was planning on running away from home."

Dook looks back at the image. "Sounds rough..."

"It was the first time I was excited about my life," Beach Bear says. It's not clear if he's still talking to Dook. "It was the first time I felt like... I had somethin' to live for, y'know? Being myself."

When Dook looks back over, Beach Bear's returned to his relaxed position in the bed. He's tired... There's no other reason he'd be talking so plainly to him now. Dook looks to the desk once more, noticing a book he hadn't before. Not thinking much about it, he picks it up.

"Mm, that's my book," Beach Bear mutters. "You can read it if you want."

Dook eyes it, noticing a bookmark slid between its pages. "You're in the middle of it," he says.

"Start from there, then," Beach Bear tells him. "Read it to me."

Dook looks at him. "I–" What is Beach Bear getting at? Why does he want him to do it? It's not like he can't do it himself... it must be something about Dook, then. "I'm... not really a good reader," he says.

"That's fine," Beach Bear insists. "I just wanna hear your voice." A compliment. And a really sweet one, at that. Dook finds himself even more at a loss for motive now, somehow. Beach Bear's just tired, he tells himself. Tired, and maybe a bit delirious. That's the only explanation. That's the only reason he could be treating him like this.

He pulls over the chair from the desk and brings it to the side of the bed. Sitting down, he opens the book... the font is smaller than he was hoping it'd be. He really isn't good at reading aloud– he stutters enough in regular conversation, having to focus on words he wouldn't use normally just makes it worse. But this is what Beach Bear wants him to do, and... Well, he can't say no to him. He'll just try his best, and take it slow.

The book is a fantasy story, set in a world of elves and knights. The plot is about a group of adventurers on a quest to find a magical item... Dook finds himself somewhat entranced by the story, even if it takes him some time to catch up on what the plot is actually about. This kind of story is a little nerdy... it's amusing to think of Beach Bear being interested in it.

Eventually, Dook reaches the end of the chapter, and stops. "That's the end of the chapter," he says, "do you want me to keep goin'?"

Beach Bear doesn't respond.

"Beach Bear?" Dook turns to him. Beach Bear is asleep. His head is slightly turned toward Dook, as if he really was paying attention before he fell asleep. He seems peaceful.

"...Beach Bear?" Dook calls again, quieter now. He isn't sure what the goal is. He whispers hoping not to wake him, but he still calls his name in the hopes he might respond. Maybe he's just making sure he's truly alone.

Beach Bear sighs in his sleep contentedly. He seems to be much happier now that he's home. Dook's seen him at what's most likely his worst these last few days– stressed, tired, in pain– but never once did Beach Bear fully lose his ability to see the bright side of things. He was always just... happy to be alive. Grateful that it wasn't worse. Glad Dook's been there with him. He's not even upset with him about the accident. He hasn't even mentioned the money since their first conversation after it all happened... He's taking it so easily.

Some part of Dook finds that enviable. He would've caved by now, himself. He would've given in to the worst of himself and just... given up. Resigned himself to the misfortune. No point in fighting for a good mood when it feels like life itself just wants you beaten down. That's how Beach Bear found him. Given up. As the time passes, Dook just grows more and more embarrassed of that fact. Beach Bear met him at his worst. He isn't sure why he even saw anything in him that night. He's not fully convinced it wasn't pity that brought him to take Dook home. He's always been a runt, anyway.

Now, though...? Dook focuses on Beach Bear's face as he rests. If he was awake, it'd feel like a stupid topic to bring up. Beach Bear would say something about how he just wanted to do something kind, no reason past that. Maybe he means it. Maybe he's just a kind person. Maybe he just likes Dook. Of course he likes him. That's what stings. He likes him. Platonically.

Dook sighs. Beach Bear's left one hand extended slightly toward the side of the bed. It'd be so easy to hold it... it's not like they haven't held hands before, but Dook still cherishes it every time. Still, he wouldn't dare doing it now and risk waking him up. He just looks at him. Always looking. Never touching, never making a move. He could never. He would never dare. He feels cowardly.

Beach Bear wouldn't want him to feel this way, he thinks. If his feelings were toward anyone else, Dook might even confide in Beach Bear about them. He'd encourage Dook to be brave, even if the idea of something as simple as holding hands made him completely freeze up. He wants to be brave, he realizes. He wants to take some risk... especially now, in the safety of knowing nothing he does will be remembered by Beach Bear. The thought terrifies him... but it excites him too. A risk only to himself– to admit it out loud, just between him and a version of Beach Bear that will never know.

"Beach Bear," he whispers, one more confirmation that he truly is asleep. He'll never know. He can never know. "I love you."

[percontaion-points]

The Chemist chapter 2

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Chapter 2

Her bathtub mixture was not the same thing they’d used for Barnaby, but it was close enough. It was the simplest way she knew to kill someone so swiftly and so painfully. And it was a renewable resource, unlike many of her weapons. All she needed was a good stock of peaches and a pool-supply store. Nothing that required restricted access or even a mailing address, nothing that her pursuers could track.

She says shit like this, yet in chapter one, she told the readers that she needed to take private contracting jobs so that she could buy her lab equipment and chemicals. 

I get that fake IDs cost a lot of money. But if she’s whipping this shit up in her bathtub with a peach pit and common pool chemicals, then there’s literally no need for her to endlessly put herself at risk by continuing to stay in her former occupation. 

If Carston was lying to her—which she was 97 percent sure he was— and arranging an ambush, then everything he’d said was a lie.

This is why I can’t take her seriously as a protagonist. Because I would not risk my life for that 3% chance that the entire thing wasn’t yet another trap to murder me. 

Casey went back to her room and changed into the clothes she’d kept inside the briefcase…

It’s not that I don’t mind the fact that our MC is constantly using fake IDs. I don’t even mind that the narration drops a name, especially when it goes on to explain to us WHY MC is going out of her way to intentionally use gender-neutral names. 

But what I cannot even begin to comprehend is why in the name of sanity does the narration itself randomly rename her every single time a new ID is flashed about? 

Like her name isn’t fucking Chris or Taylor or Casey. PICK ONE NAME AND FUCKING GODDAMNED USE IT FOR THE DURATION OF THE STORY. 

Next, the earrings, which she always handled with delicate care. She wouldn’t risk wearing them for this part of the journey; she would wait until she was closer to her target. Once they were in, she had to move her head very deliberately. They looked like simple glass globes, but the glass was so thin that a high note could shatter it, especially as the little spheres were already under pressure from the inside. If anyone grabbed her by the neck or head, the glass would burst with a quiet pop. She would hold her breath —which she could do for a minute fifteen, easy—and close her eyes if possible. Her attacker would not know to do that.

This is 100% written by somebody who is only thinking of how cool that it is, rather than the practicality of it all. 

One wrong head turn from our dear MC, and it’s all over for her. Why the fuck would anybody risk something like that?

“I don’t suppose you have the files on you,” she said.

Chapter 2 summary: The next day, Chris’s anger reaches a boiling point. She goes out and rents a car, and drives out to the DC area, where she rents a second car and goes to a hotel. On the way there, she tells the readers about the first attempt on her life.

Her mentor, Dr. Barnaby, had seen the writing on the wall. The two of them had been preparing for their own ends… and how to avoid it for as long as possible. But in the end, it was Chris’s small bladder and an urgent need to pee that saved her life; nothing but dumb luck. They’d used a poison gas through the vent system into the lab where the two of them worked. After that, they’d sent 3 hit-men, all of whom had been killed by the poison gas in the bed system Chris explained to us in the first chapter. 

At the hotel, Chris talks to the manager and spins a tale of being a battered woman, of how the police weren’t helping, and neither were the restraining orders. I don’t know what any of this is doing, since it’s never explained. 

We then spend the next THREE pages going over all of the cool murder gadgets that Chris has. It’s beyond tedious to read, and could have been completely and utterly cut, since none of it currently serves any purpose at all. 

She then goes to the park where she told Carston to meet her. Even though she’s early, the dude has a security-breach level of daily patterns by eating lunch at the same restaurant. Three costume changes later, and she slides into the seat across from him. 

Her actual name is finally introduced as Juliana (Julie), so that’s what I’m going to fucking call her, since the goddamned book changes her name every time a new fake ID is used. Carston says all of this garbage about how “there were so many untrustworthy people who didn’t believe that honest people could exist!” The only thing Julie can think of is that he’s quick to put the blame onto a mysterious third party, and never the fact that he himself was complacent in letting Dr. B be killed. 

Eventually, Carston gets around to telling Julie about this great danger that’s so urgent it trumps their need to have a hit on HER. The usual buzz words are thrown around, like “terrorists” and “biological”. Julie sits and thinks about this for a full page before asking if he has the files. 

[fandom-blackhole]

My thoughts/review undercut because there was a lot more of them than I thought:

FROG LADY!!! My beloved, I hot her and her family are doing well 😌

This funko is not my favorite by any means though, something just feels off about it idk, im not a fan 6/10

Luke and GROGUUUUU!!!

Im in love with this figure, it looks absolutely amazing!! I love Grogu's tiny little fingers and Luke's cloak is 👌 9/10

Everyone's favorite sheriff lol

I like it, it looks good, the blaster in the hand was a nice edition. I liked Cobb Vanth, wasn't like obsessed with him so I probably wouldn't buy this even if I had the money, but the figure is a solid 8/10

BOBAA, MY LOVE, MY LIFE

This is....I don't have words i love it i love it i love it i love it i love it i love it i love it i love it i love it. If I wasn't in school and actually had money I would be buying Boba for sure <3 69/10

LOOK AT HER OMGGGGGG!!!!!

Of course we couldn't have Boba without our lovely Fennec Shand, and oh man this funko hits in all the right ways, she looks amazing 🥺 12/10

Going in order from the article I got these from, this one doesn't have a description? It is literally just the Cobb funko, just with the helmet from what I can see, so its eh 🤷‍♀️ , but I'll give it the same score I gave Cobb 8/10

Now THIS is beautiful and I love it! I mean who wasn't drooling over that scene in the last episode?? Definitely love that they gave it its own funko, it a definite 10/10

LOOK AT THIS FUCKING CUTE LITTLE SHIT!!!

Hes so cute and I love him very much 🥺🥺🥺💕💕💕, I want him on my desk asap 13/10

Din....with the beskar spear....I..... no words, absolutely no words for how much I want own this figure 15/10

HE FUCKING GLOWS IN THE DARK!?!?!

And he has my absolute favorite Star Wars weapon, the ambian rifle 💕, and he just looks so uggghhhhhhhhhhhhh. This one would for sure be the one I'd buy first out of all of them, im a sucker for the rifle and glowy things 2000/10

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Tumblr said I can't add anymore pictures, but there was one more. Its a Darktrooper flying off with our little baby Grogu. It looks cool, but Grogu's sad little face breaks my heart 6/10

wake up babe new mandalorian funko pops just dropped

First of all, this is the funniest way you could have told me this amazing news. Second, I was actually in bed still so it makes it 10x funnier. I'm gonna go look now, and probably reblog this with my thoughts over these new funkos 😌

[pahtoosh]

puffles, Daddy

[image ID: a photo collage with pictures of Sebastian Stan, light peeking through a doorway, rumpled bedsheets, and an assortment of puffles from club penguin. /.end ID]

masterlist

18+

wc: ~1170 words

warnings: overuse of petnames, vague descriptions of club penguin, written on my phone, one mention of “mafia work”, sfw but 18+ only! bucky carries reader at the end(this is a mafia au but he still has his vibranium arm)

a/n: this is my first little space fic, be nice to me or else😠 (compassionate advice is welcome) advice on how to make a less bad photo collage is also welcome

pairing: mafia!daddy!bucky x gn!little!reader

summary: Bucky comes home to find his baby extremely focused on making videogame money

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Bucky quietly shut the front door behind him and placed his briefcase on the floor. His sock-clad feet brought him up the stairs with little noise. He was exhausted after a day of mind-numbing meetings, wanting nothing more than to cuddle with his baby. However, he put aside his desire to alert them to his presence and have his sweet baby run into his arms. It was nearly midnight, and his angel surely would’ve fallen asleep by now.

He opened the door to his bedroom, but found the space empty. Not wanting to panic yet, he checked their separate bedroom that was more often used as a playroom than their sleeping quarters. Still, he wasn’t met with his sweetheart’s sleeping face.

Bucky roughly ran a hand through his hair, trying to stay calm. He scanned the rooms for anything amiss that could point to a break in. Then, he heard a soft fist hitting a desk, followed by some angry mumbling.

“Baby? Is that you?” Bucky called out. “Where are you?” Then, he saw light peeking out through his office door at the end of the hallway. He made his way over and was met with an unfamiliar sight: his angel sitting in front of the computer with a focused stare and a slight frown. The door opening alerted them of Bucky’s presence.

They looked up curiously and brightened at the sight. “Daddy! Missed you!” Despite their excitement, they remained in the chair and turned back to the screen. Bucky was so relieved to see them unharmed that he almost overlooked their strange behavior.

“No welcome home hugs for Daddy?” Bucky asked. He was used to his baby nearly tackling him to the floor at every reunion, no matter how long he’d been gone.

“Sorry Daddy, workin’.”

Bucky chuckled and came around the desk to kiss their head. “Oh yeah? What’s got you so busy that you can’t give me a hug?”

“Puffles!”

“What on Earth is a Buffle?”

“Noooo. Puffle, Daddy.”

“Right, what’s a puffle?”

They grunted and pointed at the screen, displeased by Bucky’s lack of knowledge and him disrupting their concentration. Bucky watched as they made virtual pizzas, dragging the mouse across the screen to put on the toppings that corresponded with the order sheet on the top right of the screen.

“Is that it? Is the pizza a puffle?”

The question caused them to miss a topping, putting the game to an end. They huffed and then took a deep breath. They wanted to blame Bucky on the loss, but he taught them better than that. It wasn’t his fault that he didn’t know about the game. After all, they had only played it whenever he wasn’t around to entertain them. And this was the perfect opportunity to educate him.

His angel turned the chair around and hopped off, gesturing for him to sit. Bucky obliged and they sat on his lap, leaving Bucky to steady them with his hands on their waist. They placed their palms on the desk, using the movement to turn the chair back around.

“Okay, Daddy this is my penguin. It’s blue and has all these clothes and all these shoes. But my penguin doesn’t have a pet yet so I have to play these games so I can buy one. You get it?”

“Oh I see, and the pet is called a puffle?”

“Yes, Daddy! So smart.” His baby rewarded him with a kiss on the cheek, like he so often did with them.

Bucky grinned at the compliment. “So how much does a puffle go for these days?”

“Four hundred coins! I’m almost there. But you can’t talk to me when I play, Daddy. Or I lose.”

Bucky laughed and kissed their shoulder. “Okay, Baby. Daddy will stay quiet for your next game.” He watched as they clicked onto another round of Pizza Parlor. They spent a few minutes making the pizzas, not once looking away from the screen. Eventually, the speed of the conveyor belt caught up to them and they made mistakes on five pizzas, bringing the game to a close.

“Wow! You made 20 pizzas, Angel!” Bucky turned them around in his lap so he could press kisses all over their face, causing them to giggle and squirm.

“Yeah! And now I can buy a puffle!” They faced the screen once more and told Bucky all about the puffles: where to buy them, what colors they came in, and what game features they unlocked. Bucky listened intently and pressed a kiss to their shoulder every now and then. He loved hearing his baby talk, especially when they were excited about something.

Nothing could’ve pulled him from this moment. He was tired, but he was not going to stop his sweetheart from doing and chattering about something that made them so happy. Bucky was usually a very responsible daddy who stuck to a schedule. He was particularly strict about nap time and bedtime because his sweetheart needed the rest, but the day had caught up with him. After having to leave his baby so early in the morning to try and finish his work early, only to be caught in a messy standoff between two of the gangs working under his empire, he was even more grateful for the light his angel brought into his life.

Luckily, their energy was beginning to wear off. Today, they couldn’t go back to bed or take a nap without Bucky, and it was beginning to show. After purchasing a green puffle, their blinks began to slow a bit, and they yawned while telling Bucky about the puffle tasks they’d have to go on.

“Are you getting sleepy, Angel?”

They sheepishly brought their chin down. “A little bit, Dada.”

He kissed their cheek. “Why don’t we close this and play again tomorrow? Daddy’s got the whole day off.”

“A whole day of playing video games?” They bounced excitedly in his lap.

Bucky laughed. “No, Sweetheart. You know that’s too much screen time.” They pouted and pressed their face into his chest. “But we can still play a little bit and then for the rest of the day, we’ll do whatever you want.” He rocked them side to side, trying to lull them to sleep.

The gentle movement and his comforting embrace were a powerful combination. They yawned. “Okay, Daddy. See you ‘morrow.” Bucky’s heart swelled at the sight of his now sleeping baby in his arms. Their lips had cutely stayed in a slight pout, and he couldn’t help but press another kiss to their head before standing and walking to the bedroom.

His smart baby had already changed into pajamas, so all he had to do was tuck them in and get himself ready for bed. When he joined them under the covers, they unconsciously scooted towards him, inviting him to hug them from behind. Bucky was sure he’d never get enough of this. He fell asleep more content than ever with his favorite person tucked in his arms.

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