#like a lot have 'you need to be able to use emergency stairs' and I can't so I don't ride those rides

[boneless-mika]

Personally I would rather somebody get really mad at me than me be responsible for their death but idk I seem to be the only (former) rollercoaster enjoyer who thinks that way

[tehrevving]

Just found out it’s Vincent’s Birthday today so I smashed this out quickly. Enjoy!

Vincent Valentine x Neutral!Reader. Birthday Blowjob

You’re on the Bronco, preparing for another long journey when Cait Sith jumps up in the centre and declares, loudly and surprisingly clearly considering his penchant for using incomprehensible regional slang, that today is Vincent’s birthday.

You turn to the aforementioned man, sitting next to you, noticing that he immediately sinks almost completely into his cloak. So it is true then. You stay quiet, knowing that he hates being the centre of attention, and allow everyone else to congratulate him. Barret slaps him on the back and you can see that Vincent is considering jumping out of the plane. Aerith, Nanaki and Tifa start loudly planning a party for later in the day. You can see how uncomfortable he is, sinking further into himself with every enthusiastic suggestion. You reach out and take his hand, running your fingers gently over gloved knuckles in an attempt to reassure him. He looks at you softly, almost relieved that you’re not joining in. You’ll congratulate him later, but for now you sit quietly with him, listening to the commotion, while trying to think of something you can get for a present with such short notice.

Aerith has set up a small party in the boys room at the inn, her idea being that eventually Vincent would appear to sleep, even if it took all night. It’s just some snacks and two cakes with a single blue banner stating “It’s a boy!” because she couldn’t find anything that said happy birthday at the tiny nearby corner store. The entire group mills around awkwardly, enjoying the excuse for celebration, but honestly, more enjoying the excessive amount of wine.

“You need to go find him,” Aerith pleads, your hands clasped in her own. “If he doesn’t show up, then all of this is for nothing.”

“I won’t be able to find him if he doesn’t want to be found,” you state, finishing off your second glass of wine. You need it to deal with all of the suggestive and expectant stares levelled in your direction.

“What if we pretend you’ve been injured?” Aerith ponders. “I’m sure Tifa could gently beat you up.”

“How about no,” you reply, toying with your empty glass.

Aerith claps her hands suddenly, face bright. “Yuffie could make a doppelganger of you, and then we could beat up the doppelganger.”

You shake your head and hand her your glass with a sigh. “Alright. Fine. I’ll go look for him.”

Aerith pumps her fist in the air as you turn and walk out of the room. You pause outside the door for a moment, wondering where to start your search. You’re sure he’s not hiding too far away. You decide to check that roof first, that’s usually where he hides, and usually where he takes you to get some time alone. You’ll talk to him, see how he feels about everything and try to convince him to make an appearance.

You climb the stairs up to the highest floor of the inn and then swing through the emergency door leading up to the roof. You step out into the cool night air, this town is small and not too lit up, so there are lots of stars visible in the sky. The water tanks are up on the roof, so there’s many places to hide. You can’t immediately spot Vincent so you go searching, you know his typical favourite haunts.

You round a corner and finally see a hint, a small flutter of red fabric. You lean around the water tank and see him, sitting leant against one of the roof supports, legs dangling over the edge.

“Found you,” you giggle, walking up to him. Vincent turns his head back and inclines his head slightly, inviting you to sit next to him. You sit down, leaving a reasonable amount of space between you, more than you’d usually leave. He’s likely to be emotionally volatile and you don’t want to spook him. He turns to you as you sit down, face hidden and almost unreadable. You kick your legs over the abyss. “You would have hidden better if you didn’t want to be found.”

He hums noncommittally, but now you know he’s not actually trying to hide, that he’s willing to have his mind changed.

“They just want an excuse to celebrate, you know? It’s not specifically about you, even if Aerith insists.”

“I am not the type for parties,” he shrugs.

“I know that’s not it,” you reply. “It’s not that it’s a party, or that it’s specifically for you. There’s something else, isn’t there?”

He turns, expression tight. You've hit the nail on the head. You don’t know that much about his past or about what’s happened to him, but you know that he hates talking about it, hates even thinking about it.

“How old do you think I am?” he asks, hiding an emotion in his voice that you can’t quite place.

You hum exaggeratedly, pretending to seriously ponder the question. You honestly have no idea but by now you’re pretty sure that he’s older than you think. “Mid thirties?”

He gives a sad smile. “Today, I am 57.”

You can’t stop your jaw from hitting the floor. You know that his physiology is strange, that he was experimented on, that he doesn’t need to eat or breathe, but you didn’t realise he had stopped ageing, not like that. He can’t be that old, it makes no sense. But then you think about it. He had worked with Hojo in the Shinra manor, you’d just assumed that hadn’t been that long ago, but the manor is old, and Hojo had looked younger in all of those holograms.

“A birthday is pointless when you don’t age,” he says, sounding sad, not necessarily upset, but forlorn, uncertain. If you let him he’ll just end up brooding endlessly and you don’t want that. You want to try to cheer him up, even if it seems pointless.

“Well then it’s a good thing I didn’t get you anything,” you reply cheerfully, trying to lighten the mood.

He turns to look at you, a hint of surprise on his face, he wasn’t expecting your reaction.

You say the date of your birthday and he cocks his head at you. “My birthday,” you add. “I don’t think I’ve ever told you.” You say the age you’re turning too, just so there’s no secrets between you both.

He smiles. “I won’t forget that.”

You nod, grinning. “I know. I expect an awesome gift.”

“Surely just my presence should be enough,” he teases.

You smile, glad that you’ve managed to cheer him up, not quite enough to come to the party though, so you decide to initiate the next phase of your plan. “I know I said I didn’t get you anything, but I do still have a present for you.”

You watch as his face falls slightly, confusion and uncertainty crossing his features. You sit up quickly, looking around the roof and finding a short ventilation duct, that will do. You don’t want to leave him for too long, you don’t want him to get lost in his own head again. You reach out your hand. “Stand up.”

He pauses for a moment but then stands, not taking your hand. You know that he trusts you, but you’re still often blown away by just how much. You wrap yourself around his arm and lead him to the duct. “Sit,” you order and he does, looking extremely confused. You gently pull his knees apart, stepping in between them. You’re slightly taller than him like this and it’s fun, as you pull his cowl down slightly and lean down to kiss him. He returns the gesture, lips soft and warm.

You pull away with a smirk. You can tell from his expression that he’s worked out what’s going on. You silently sink to your knees, resting your hands on his thighs while you pause for a moment, waiting for permission.

He doesn’t tell you no, doesn’t tell you to stop. He stays quiet as your hands slide up his thighs, brushing over his crotch. He lets out a shuddering breath and you grin, hands moving up to his hips, to the belt holding his pants up.

You slowly undo his belt, pulling the leather tight before releasing it. The clicking of metal sounds almost deafening in the silence of the night, but you don’t care. You slowly slide his fly down, watching as his cock, still covered and semi-hard, begins to poke out from the parted fabric. You lick across the head of it, wetting the dark fabric of his underwear. He groans softly.

You hold the waistband of his underwear, pulling it lower slowly, somewhat attempting to unwrap him like a present. You hook the fabric underneath the base of his cock, almost fully hard now and starting to leak at the tip. You look up at him. He’s watching you intently, breathing elevated and eyes blown with desire. You smirk up at him and then lean forward to press your tongue to his tip while making eye contact. You feel him shudder.

You reach out and wrap your fingers around his shaft, pumping a few times to spread your saliva around heated skin. You tilt your hand closer, angling him towards your mouth. You lean forward to take him, but you’re hit with a sudden horrifying realisation.

“Holy shit I’m fucking a senior citizen,” you exclaim, momentarily distracted.

Vincent grunts, clearly unimpressed.

“An umm, hot senior citizen,” you hastily correct, taking him quickly all the way down your throat so that he can’t retort.

Vincent moans, a deep, throaty thing as you sink down on his cock. You bob your head up and down, covering his shaft with saliva as you slowly get used to the thickness on your tongue. His cock is long, delicious and makes your jaw ache in the absolute best way. He groans, metal shifting as he digs his fingers into his thigh as your nose brushes against the dark curls at his base. You swallow a few times, hollowing your cheeks and making him forget all about your previous comment.

You fall into an easy rhythm, he’s easy to pleasure and so very sensitive. You wrap your hand around his base, fingers moving gently as you slide the rest of his shaft between your lips. You rest your other hand on his thigh for support, feeling it tense and shake. He’s trying to be quiet but struggling, soft gasps and deep groans escaping from his throat. You sink back down, humming, feeling his hips buck gently up into you. You feel warmed up and ready for the next step.

You pull off him and Vincent whines, clearly missing your touch. You smile, you’re not going to leave him hanging for long. You reach out and take his hand from his thigh. He allows it, leather shifting as you bring it to the back of your head. “Because this is for your birthday,” you grin. “You can control the pace.”

He looks confused, overwhelmed and unsure, but his fingers tighten in your hair all the same. You go slowly, relaxing into his touch. The pressure on the back of your head increases ever so slightly and you carefully slide your lips down his cock, easing him into being in control. You bob your head with his tentative movements, sucking and licking until he grows more confident. You’re not going to break and you know that he knows that, deep down anyway.

His fingers grow more certain, the pressure still gentle but much firmer as he pushes your head up and down his cock. You tease him as much as you can, hollowing your cheeks as he pulls upwards and sliding your tongue across him when he pushes down. You squeeze reassuringly at his thigh, trying to tell him that you’re fine, that you’re enjoying yourself, that he can go harder if he wants.

He pushes your head down, gloved fingers tangling in your hair, but doesn’t pull back, sliding your lips down his cock until you’re pressed to the base. He cuts off your air but you don’t mind, moving your tongue and trying to swallow around his thick head. You feel him moan, feel his hips buck up as he tries to push just a little bit further into you. You start to choke but you push the feeling down, relaxing into him until he pulls your head back up with a shuddering breath.

He pulls your head all the way back up, tightening slightly on your hair to angle you to face him. He looks down at you, bottom lip swollen and bitten, pupils blown dark with the slightest hazy glowing ring. You nod at him, letting him know that you’re okay, that he doesn’t need to check in with you. You press a quick kiss to the head of his cock and then take him back between your lips, moving slowly until he takes over once again.

You can tell he’s getting close, his cock beginning to jump between your lips as sticky salt coats the back of your throat. His breath is hitching, small gasps and whines hitting your ears. His hips are bucking gently, pressing up into you in a soft but barely controlled rhythm. You’re addicted to the sounds that he makes, to how his body responds to you. His hand on your head is less controlled, rougher. You adore it.

You work harder, you want to make him come. You want to feel him spill down your throat. You want to hear his muffled, desperate moans and soft begging. You can feel the moment he loses control, heat suddenly flaring around him. That’s when you pull back, pushing firmly against his hand on your head until he relents.

He allows you up, looking down at you with a lost, pathetic expression. He’s breathing heavily, almost panting. You watch his cock, swollen dark, pulse in the bottom of your vision. You grin up at him, mischief clear in your eyes. “Promise to come to the party.”

You watch expressions play over his face, watch his brain struggle to understand your words. You feel a little bit bad, he gets so overwhelmed when he’s close, this is a mean thing to do.

“Anything you want,” he moans, voice breathy. “Anything. Please. Please. I need you.”

You smile up at him and then sink back down. You pick up a firm, intense rhythm. You know what he likes, what he can’t resist. His fingers tighten in your hair as his hips start to buck up into you, trying to push as much of himself as he can between your lips. You hum, encouraging him and he whimpers. He says your name softly through gritted teeth, the tone of it fucking addicting. His whole body tenses, thighs shuddering and breath catching as he comes down your throat.

You swallow, moving your head and tongue, drawing out his pleasure as his fingers pull tight at your hair but don’t control your pace any longer. His orgasms are always so intense and you guide him through it, barely even tasting his release as you take him as deep as you can. Eventually he pulls you back with a shuddering whine and lewd pop as his cock slips from your lips. He looks down at you, expression sated, eyes full of adoration.

You start to tuck him back into his pants, enjoying the way that he hisses with overstimulation. He’s too much fun to tease. You stand up, knees and jaw protesting, but you can manage. You lean in and press a soft kiss to his cheek. “Happy birthday,” you whisper.

He turns his head, expression so relaxed and loose. It’s a rare look for him and honestly you can never get enough of it. He smiles at you, looking right into your eyes. You notice the exact moment that his expression shifts.

“That was a dirty trick,” he says, still slightly out of breath, voice rough.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you shrug. “I also would have kept going if you’d said no.”

His brows furrow while he thinks back to your words. You can’t help but smile when he realises that he’s trapped.

“You can have a few minutes to pull yourself together,” you grin, “but then we have to go. I want cake and I’m worried that Cid will eat all of it.”

Vincent sighs and you stop joking, for just a second anyway.

“I know Vin, I know.” You reassure him. “It’s honestly just a small thing. Everyone’s probably too drunk by now to remember it’s your birthday. I’ll stand next to you the whole time, even hold your hand if you want. They’re your friends and they just want to spend time with you.”

He leans his head on your shoulder and exhales a shaky breath. You press your cheek to his hair and wait for him.

“Alright,” he says eventually, standing up, long legs trembling slightly as he struggles to balance. “But only because you would never forgive me if you missed out on cake.”

[yandereunsolved]

Dissect Me, Doctor - ,, yandere JPM with a psychologist reader

cw(s): yandere themes, dismemberment, suggestive themes, (James) necrophilia, noncon touching, cannibalism, mention of reader having breakdowns & panic attacks

✧ James found you by God's hand one fateful day. You could say it was more than a mere coincidence, eh? He had just finished killing one of the hotel guests. He was about to call Miss Evers in to clean up the mess when he spotted something sticking out of the dead gentleman's breast pocket. He plucked the card out of your pocket and read it allowed, 'Doctor...' His curiosity was the least bit piqued. Psychologists weren't exactly popular in the 1930s. The true study of the mind hadn't emerged, but James had always lived to study humans. To study their fight or flight instinct, how their bodies react to various torture methods, and how fear affects the human psyche. Perhaps he has found someone who shares his fondness for such things. It would be a great way to meet someone new. Considering Elizabeth refuses to speak with him, he has grown desperate. Not even defiling his killings tapered his already suppressed desires. 

✧ He got Sally to teach him how to use this magic witch named 'Wi-fi' who owns the internet—or something like that. Most new technology is just rubbish used to get people to make inauthentic connections. Although perhaps just this once, it can be used for the betterment of his temperament. He has Sally schedule an initial appointment at the hotel. Sally uses the excuse that James is bedridden and terribly ill (non-contagious), but he hates telehealth and just wants someone to talk to in person. You were skeptical because of the rumors surrounding The Cortez, but you were in desperate need of another client, and he was willing to pay extra—a lot extra.

✧ You had your first session in his room, and you immediately got strange vibes from him. He wasn't ill, that was for sure. Perhaps he was a little pale, but he probably hasn't gotten enough sun or vitamin D lately. He was even smoking! He was sitting all relaxed on a couch, dressed up in 1930s-esque attire, with a cane leaning against his lap. He introduced himself as James Patrick March, and you immediately understood why you were called. He either has a personality disorder or is a compulsive liar. Perhaps both. You asked him simple questions, such as his real name and when he was born. You were only getting nonsensical answers. He could not have been born in the late 1800's or early 1900's; that is ridiculous! 

James only felt himself grow hotter with each question you asked. It was like a fire had been lit beneath his skin, and he needed to put it out. Then you asked the question that really got him going.

"Since you refuse to use your real name, I'll just call you Mr. March. How is your personal life going? Are you currently sexually active?"

"I have peculiar interests and refined tastes. How do you modern people phrase it? 'Where there is a hole there is a goal'?"

✧ With that astounded expression on your face, he feels his urges compell him to end this lovely conversation early. That look would look perfect on your dead corpse. He takes the sabre out of his cane and tries to slit your throat; he narrowly misses. Somehow, you unlock his room door and bolt through the hallways. How promising. He walks through the winding hallways slowly. You scramble to find the exit, and he struggles with not just outright chasing you through the maze. No, he must preserve the hunt. After what feels like an eternity to you—only eleven minutes in real time—you finally trip over a stair and hit your head on the railing. Talented fox. You nearly escaped to the lobby. You are too much of a challenge to let go so easily. He's going to keep you to get his release. In more ways than one. 

✧ You wake up in the middle of the night in the same room as before. It's freezing, and your clothes are nowhere to be found. Your head is pounding, and you are barely able to breathe. James drugged you with some cocktail of drugs—some legal, most not. You feel blades ghosting your body. You feel them just barely slicing into your skin. It must be sleep paralysis, you rationalize. Something whispers sweet nothings into your ears. You are barely able to discern what those words are. 

"You taste... a dream."

"Never leave."

"The best prey— never leave me."

✧ You drift off once again before groggily waking up in a different room. You are still in the Cortez, now in room seventy-four. You feel much different today, weighed down and yet free. You don't have any marks on you that would indicate you were harmed last night. You feel the need to escape, but you are also incredibly confused. A maid is in your room, setting down a new set of clothes. She explains that you passed out after you tripped on a stair while leaving the session early. You accuse her of helping the strange man you interviewed who tried to kill you. She chuckles and says that you aren't his type. Her voice has a little bit of spite in it. That was the moment that you were introduced to Miss Evers. Quite possibly the only person who simultaneously envies you for getting all of James attention and pities you for your lack of self-awareness and intelligence in the situation.

✧ Before you are even able to shoo her off this JPM impersonator comes in your room and greets you. You are naturally apprehensive. He is naturally enthralled to see that his trophy prey has awoken. He cannot wait to just see how you react today. You try to leave and he explains that you never finished your session. You accuse him now of trying to murder you. He brushes it off and insists that you at least have breakfast with him before you leave. You are about to answer firmly when Miss Evers folding of a towel loudly snaps together. This 'James' scolds her and she gives him a doe-eyed look. Before you are even able to say no he is ushering you down the hallway in silken pajamas someone put on you while you were passed. The thought makes you shudder.

✧ You both were served a hearty and delicious breakfast. It isn't very filling to you, no matter how much you eat. It must be how queasy you are from yesterday. If it happened. Perhaps you had a mental break due to all the stress you have been through lately. You don't get a lot of time to think because you are snapped from your thoughts. This James speaks about your future together and how you will have a long and fufilling relationship. He asks you to give him a psyche evaluation. When you say no, he subtly threatens you with the thought of not paying because you didn't actually fill his full session. You reluctantly agree.

✧ He's both incredibly frustrated and intrigued by your persistence. How many times must he explain to you that he isn't a 'cosplayer' or someone with a personality disorder. He is simply the great James Patrick March. No matter. It will make you even more fun to play with.

"Your delusions, doctor, are clouding your mind. So I suppose I will have to make you see the truth—one way or another."

He sets up small 'challenges' to see if you can pass them. He wants to test how long your mental fortitude will hold up. 

✧ The first of those was dismembering himself in front of your very eyes. He does it multiple times, and they are all random. He will pluck his eye out and stir it in his tea. He will cut open his chest and stuff his organs into your suitcase. He will remove whatever is covering his neck and finger from his suicide wound. He asks if you would like to feel it, stroke it, touch it, or play with it.

"Doctor, I understand you only deal with the human mind, but would you like to feel this and assess if it is real? Do you believe me now?"

He will stab himself in the heart during one of your sessions and tell you that this is what you do to him. In the most extreme cases, if he isn't getting your coveted attention, he will take himself apart limb by limb and place them on your bed like a cross.

✧ You begin to come to terms with the fact that, at least, this man is psychotic. Perhaps not a ghost, but definitely a killer and wickedly sadistic. You try so many of the phones in the hotel, but so many seem not to work. You try to find your way out once again, but you seem to be trapped within these walls. Which comes to one of his many other tactics: trapping you in The Cortez's hallway maze. He is able to distort the minds of his guests and make sure that they never get out. Like a rat trying to find an escape from a box maze that has no exit. He enjoys just slowly walking behind you and taking in your panic and your quick breaths when your clothing rides up on you. He is able to take a respectful peek at what he will inevitably see time and time again.

✧ He keeps you trapped in the hotel. You never even have a chance to get to the lobby. He has a nice breakfast, lunch, and dinner with you. He has his daily sessions with you. Outside of that? His torture. All of his torture. All of it. He threatens you with it subtly if you do something that he is displeased with. He'll even lock you in that death closet of his and make you stand right near the spike. Sometimes you prefer to be in there because you can hide from him. He likes it when you hide in his death traps. So he totally leaves you alone and totally just doesn't sit right outside your ability to view him.

You are coming to the point where those times when he is cordial are the times you crave. All part of his plan, of course. Although—he hopes that you will keep up the chase, he likes that fiery spirit of yours.

✧ You often find him getting release from his dead victims. You know because your relentless cycle of agony and pleasure stops. At least he doesn't force himself on you when you are awake. You end up doing your best to stay as far away as possible from him during that time. Only you always end up stumbling into the same room as him. You avert your eyes, yet he always has something cheeky to say to you.

"Ngh—darling, darling, wait! This.... this could be us. This could be me. You and me. Nothing could be a replacement for how your flesh feels against mine."

He always turns around and gives you one of those godforsaken winks of his.

✧ That isn't the only time his victims come into play. You are always suspicious of the food he serves you. It's either drugged or the meat could be made from his victims. You first learned that the hard way. You were served meatloaf, and James called in manloaf. He stated that it was made in this very hotel by the very guest who was trying to help you leave. You wanted them so bad, you can have them—in your stomach.

✧ Not even the Countess is able to help. Not that she tries. She is too busy luring more men in. She's forgotten about James mostly, except for the betrayal. She gives you a few warnings and some caution when she can. You are almost like one of her children. Perhaps she would help you if you really were in need. Maybe.

✧ You still get those sensations in your sleep. The feeling of fingertips ghosting on your figure. How the sheets seem to slip off your body. A warm presence keeps you close throughout the night. It often manifests in such strange dreams. It feels like James's thoughts are being injected into your own mind. You dream of him against you—sometimes he is brutally murdering you, and in others he is sensually caressing you. He always seems to tease and taunt you with those tantalizing images in your mind.

✧ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ — You often have panic attacks and breakdowns because of him. Your heart rate quickens as sweat rolls down your body. Your legs shake and give in. The entire hotel seems to spin around you. You have to seek him out for your own comfort. It's so twisted and vile. You can feel bile rising in the back of your throat when it happens. You almost have to crawl on your hands and knees to reach him. Yet, it feels like heaven. His skin is so soft and supple. His suit is always made of the most comfortable materials. His body is always so cool to the touch. In those moments, your body melts into his. That is, until your mind stops its dissociation long enough to realize the trauma you were going through. You are falling for him—a classic case of Stockholm syndrome. You couldn't stand for this. You need to fight against this, against him.

✧ Unfortunately, your non-belief in ghosts stops when you see multiple people you thought were dead trying to warn you. You see your patient, who was killed in this very hotel. They tell you that they're so happy to see you. They are so happy you are here with them. You have to put on your therapist hat again and calm them down. It all clicks. Other people you thought were guests here were warning you. You are being oddly welcomed into the space. The others are cautious of your presence and afraid to upset the owner, the one who holds so much power over them. That strange being that seemed to flicker in and out of your peripheral occasionally. You finally make peace with the fact that James Patrick March is indeed a ghost. You really do need to escape here.

✧ You steal the hotel's shipping schedule for their toiletries and linens. You make a plan to escape. You think you are so clever, and it really makes James hot under his white buttoned collar. He lets you think that you are so much more astute than him. It makes him a little desperate, but he won't show it. He needs your touch so badly. He needs you to love him so badly. He needs you to be his little trophy victim. He needs you to help him chase his highs. He needs you. He needs you. He needs you. You, only you.

✧ He confesses his undying adoration for you and clings to your waist as you try to walk out. He sighs and tries one more tactic before you step out the door. He promises to tell you the entire truth. You are caught off guard by this, and your hand slips off the door. He leads you to his trophy room and shows you his 10 Commandment killings. He directs you to the corner, where your body lies. You are covered in wounds that have long since dried out. Your eyes are lifeless. You have his name etched across your naked chest. You scream, shout, and sob. James gently holds you and soothes you even as you thrash, kick, and gnaw at him.

"You've been trapped here the entire time. Since that night."

As if that makes it any better. You aren't that stupid. You could connect the dots—lack of appetite, coldness, the odd sensations, everything. You are stuck with this monster for all eternity.

"Hmm, yes! I saw you and just knew that I had to have you. Have you gotten my diagnosis yet, my love? It's lovesickness, and your body is the cure."

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[padfootdaredmetoo]

Hiii i love ur writing so i have a request for tommy shelby but its kinda weird so feel free to ignore it so this is how it goese

Readrer and tommy are childhood friends and he always loved her but didnt tell her andd one day the reader gets with someone and they do the deed and tommy finds out and also he kinda like brags it to tommy so he gets angry and either kills him or hurt him badly and when she finds out shes like super angry n screaming cursing like full angst but then a happy ending after a few years or anything basically ill leave it up to u

Thank you

Love

Hey Anon,

Thank you for this cute request. I really tried for angsty but may have failed slightly. Hope you still enjoy it and thank you for waiting so so so long. <3

Warnings: Cursing, fighting, happy ending, descriptions of panic

Tommy was sure that his life was comprised of inconvenient moments. He was born early, setting the rest of his life off balance. Everything happened a few moments too late or too soon. He was used to struggling enough as it was but this bad luck weighed heavily on his shoulders today.

The current moment he was caught on, was you getting stuck on the opposite side of the city, making you miss his train departing for the war. The exact moment he was going to kiss you and tell you to wait for him. A situation that could have been completely avoided if he’d just listened to Arthur and asked you out ages ago. 

He’d had to wait for your letter that was delivered wrongly three times before finally finding him. His annoyance was buried under the relief he felt knowing you’d not stood him up. Just got tangled up in his bad luck. He had a moment where he was tempted to write back. Confess everything. The thought that he’d not be able to see you react prevented him from writing anything of meaning. What if he wrote you something soul-baring and it destroyed his only friendship outside his family? In person he could be casual and see if you showed interest, then he could proceed to the soul-baring nonsense. 

He just had to make it out of this alive. 

Getting home he almost regretted that choice. He was broken, and you were hardened by the hardship of running things with Pol, but still very much intact. 

Your eyes and bright smile seemed to follow him everywhere. So much of himself had sunk away. The realization that if he took you, he’d have to share you with his ominous bad luck. A belief that was only further reinforced by the obvious interactions with his family. No matter how much he tried. Someone always needed you or wanted in on the conversation. 

Feeling defeated and jaded he got lost in his plans to push the business, something he thought was productive till it created a larger rift in the family. A divide you’d not chosen a side for yet. 

Just when things had really spun out of control a large sum of inventory fell into his lap. One of great importance to the government. 

All that running around and yet he still noticed the way you left work that evening, hair and makeup done. Fancy dress. Everything for someone else. 

He rarely had feelings anymore, but when he watched you greet him on the sidewalk a sharp pain emerged in his chest. One that he hoped would grow to consume him whole before sending him to the grave. 

But he was granted no such luck. 

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Three days and you’d been off in your own thoughts, thoughts about someone else when all he could do was think about you. 

“Alright, Tom?” You’d asked putting the kettle on. 

“Fine.” He answered in an even tone before pulling out a cigarette. 

“Things between us-” Your words grabbed his interest just as John came through the kitchen entry. 

“Got a lot of folks down there, help Pol.” He asked you easily before moving to take your spot at the stove. You gave him a look. He had no idea what it meant but he felt stupid thinking it was anything at all. You hurried down the stairs. 

“What’s that about?” John asked pouring the hot water into the worn tea pot.  

“I’d know if you didn't interrupt her.”

“Don’t like that new fella of hers,” John said ignoring him. 

“Why?” Tommy hoped there would be a valid reason. Something he could save you from before stealing you away. 

“He’s not you.” John laughed. “If I knew you were going to leave her up for grabs, I would have snagged her ages ago.” 

Tommy didn't have the energy to respond. He only picked up the newspaper and went back to sulking. 

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The day ended in the Garrison. Some Irish broad decided to sing a song meaning it was his time to leave before he burnt the place down. Getting up from the nook he gave John a nod and they both moved outside. 

“What a bunch o’ whining,” John muttered pulling out a cigarette, Tommy did the same. They both stood there enjoying the cold air when he noticed a few men approaching from further up the alleyway.

“Shelby!” One of the men called out. He was clearly high on liquid courage as his voice slurred. Tommy turned in his direction catching the look of enjoyment on John’s face. 

The men continued shouting till they finally came out of the shadows. The tallest man was unmistakable and for once he was more excited for a fight than John was. 

“What you on about?” John asked flicking his cigarette at them. 

“Slept with your sweetie! Billy Kimber sends his regards.” The men began laughing and Tommy felt a small flicker of something growing in his chest. 

It didn’t take much from him and John before the men were badly bloodied. 

“You leave what’s mine alone. Now give my regards to Mr. Kimber.” He spat on them as John pulled him back, looking down at them he wondered if they were dead. 

He on the other hand felt very much alive. A momentary sense of victory washed over him and let out a breath he’d been holding for what felt like years. 

They enjoyed the cold walk back to the flat, his mind on high alert thinking of all the possible outcomes that could be around the corned. Seeing you sitting with Polly at the kitchen table made everything in his head fall silent. 

He’d slept with her because of him. 

You and Pol sprung into a million questions. He thought about telling you but decided to descend the stairs up to his room. 

“Tom” John’s voice called out from the landing and he looked down at him over the railing. He made a bunch of gestures that translated to something along the lines of  “This is your shot with her - stop fucking it up.”

“Later.” He said quietly before continuing up the stairs. He needed to think of a plan. 

Kimber was already all over them, Campbell right behind him. Then there was the Lee family. Finally, the mob boss of all the problems, how angry you were going to be when you found out. 

He sat there on the bed, the pain from the hits he’d not avoided starting to sink in. 

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Reader POV 

You were conflicted about Tommy. Well, you were always conflicted about Tommy these days. You were overwhelmed with joy and felt sure that he’d not waste any time with you once he’d gotten home. 

You gave him a timeline in your mind. If he didn't ask you out within the first month of being back you’d move on. 

Easier said than done. Especially when he and John come home looking like they’d just slaughtered a bunch of pigs. All for the mystery business Tom was conducting behind your back. 

You sighed and said good night to Pol before walking home. You were waiting for one of the boys to do it, but that didn't look likely. You were about to tie your jacket when Arthur came downstairs. 

“Walk you home, love.” He said while opening the front door. 

“Thanks.” You said before following him out into the darkness. You rarely spent alone time with the eldest Shelby and wondered what you would talk about. You set out down the street wishing you’d brought an extra sweater. 

“Now, I know you're probably mad about what went down. But there's a few things you gotta understand ‘bout Thomas.” 

“Oh?” You didn't know what he was going off about but decided to play along. 

“He means well, just gets all twisted up inside his big head. Wants to get the family out of this” He waved his hand around, gesturing to the heaps of garbage spilling out of a dumpster in the alley they were passing. “ I don't think he wants to bring you any closer to himself in case you get hurt in the process.”

“Look while all of you were gone I was in the line of fire more than anyone ‘round here. I can handle myself” You growled tired of always being brushed off and looked down on. Amusement flashed in Arthur's eyes but he knew better than to let it reach his face. 

“I know love, I’m just telling you he loves you he’s just at war with him self -” 

“He loves me?” You stopped in your tracks and turned to Arthur. His face flushed obviously realizing he’d said too much. 

“We’ll I - I thought that was a bit obvious - ya know” He shrugged while looking up at the sky awkwardly looking for the right words to fix things. “Why else would he do that?” 

“Do what? Be distant and miserable?”

“Well yeah, that’s what it's like for us blokes” He shook his head “No, I mean he almost killed that bloke for ya. Working for Kimber this whole time, John said it was a blood bath - Havent had to pull him off someone like that in - well, possibly ever.” 

Your stomach knotted up painfully and you looked at Arthur in disbelief. 

“Don’t beat yourself up lamb, men are truly awful creatures if not tamed by the right crowd -” Arthur trailed off but you stopped listening. That bastard - he lied - or is Tommy lying? 

No way he was working for Kimber - this was just Tommy, trying to get his way the only way he knew how. You felt the anger bubble up inside you. 

“I’m going to kill him,” You said breathlessly as hot rage started to spill over the edges of your mind. 

“Ah Women -” You slapped Arthur’s arm before turning and running back towards the apartment. You threw the door open and ascended the stairs. Polly stepped out of her bedroom looking startled in her nightgown. 

“What the -” She started but her voice was drowned out by the blood pounding in your ears. You opened his door and saw him perched on the side of his bed. He’d changed and cleaned himself up, his face looking at you with a concerned expression. 

“YOU MOTHER FUCKER-” You shouted and something heavy dislodged itself from your chest causing a long stream of abuse to fall out of your mouth.. You hated how well he took it. Sitting there, watching you patiently on his bed with an unamused expression. It drove you insane, the way his eyes followed you. You’d kicked off your shoes and thrown them in his direction. 

“You can’t just make up stories and beat people up because your too cowardly to do the right thing. If you liked me then you should have loved me. Been kind to me, been there for me. Instead you just - you just - act like a fucking monster all the time -” You’d been throwing things around the room a large vase smashed at your feet.

“You don’t love me and he doesn't work for Kimber.” You said finally, looking down at the glass surrounding your sock-covered feet. Slight miscalculation. Your eyes were filled with tears and despite wanting to shout a thousand more curses at him, your throat had closed up tightly. 

He stood up and moved towards you. His hands picked you up by the arms and you were too startled by his calm nature to do anything other than let him move you. He placed you on top of his bed, you looked down at him only slightly taller than him with the bed under you. 

He pinched your jaw and looked you dead in the eye. 

“I do love you.” He said firmly and you couldn't bring yourself to look away from his wide eyes. Filled with things you hadn't seen in so many years. 

“This is my fault, you understand? I should have told you long before you fell into his grip. My fault - so I’ll apologize.” You watched him carefully. “I’m sorry.” His voice was low and his breath brushed across your face. 

You were too consumed with his close proximity to feel the full weight of his words. His eyes held you in a way that made you know you were seen. You had all of his attention. 

“I want proof.” You murmured under direct order from the one part of your brain that was still functioning. He put the final nail in the coffin when he gave you a small crooked smile. 

“Then I’ll get you proof.” He said back, amusement plain on his face. With your jaw still trapped between his fingers you felt him press his lips to yours. There was a starving neediness that had been weighing on you both for so many years. No amount of kissing or passion could possibly satisfy the feelings inside of you. You grabbed for him and held him as close to you as possible. All that anger only intensified the heat that was radiating through your body. 

He pulled away from you and your fingers started to work open the top button of his shirt. His hand grabbed both of yours and his eyes caught yours again. 

“Stay here, alright. Wait for me, for the last time eh?” 

“Why?” 

“Going to go get your proof.” He moved away from you and you stepped off the bed. “Stay.” He motioned to the bed. “Lots is going to happen tonight. But I need you to run things tomorrow with Pol. Keep the place a float.” 

“Alright, when will you be back?” You started to get angry again at his secret keeping. 

“To try and sort things between Kimber, then hopefully deal with Campbell. Won’t be gone long - Keep the place safe, take the gun in the drawer. Keep it on you at all times.” 

You nodded at him then watched the back of him walk away like so many times before. Something settled in your bones. 

The next three days it was like in the war, back up at all times waiting for something to happen. But on the third night, he finally came back to you. The door opened and you saw him move into the small bathroom to clean himself off. 

He pushed you across the bed and climbed in beside you. You looked as he handed you a piece of folded paper. There were bloody fingerprints soaked into the paper making you wish you had a hanker chief to cover your fingers. 

Opening it you could tell it was a pay stub made out to that idiot, signed by none other than Billy Kimber. Your stomach twisted painfully, and you wished you had a mother to tell. Someone that knew the embarrassment and shame, someone to tell you how to carry it. You wished this could have been some normal heartbreak where you can push it down and never speak of it again, but here it was on display. 

“Oh.” You whispered not knowing what else to do. 

“There’s your proof.” He said a faint sound of victory in his tired tone. His reaction made you angry all over again, but before you could lay into him about thinking this was funny he put his arms around you pulling you against his chest. “Finally fucking won one.” He let out a long breath. 

“What do you mean?” You whispered. They won the war, won various street fights, they’d really rarely lost. 

“Been trying to ask you since we were 12.” He mumbled placing a kiss to your neck that made your heart flutter. You let out a small laugh. “Now I won’t have another day where I'm not beside you. No war, no work here you don't know about or can't handle. Nothing between us.” His words warmed your heart, and years of pain fell from his features. He sounded like your best friend again, filled with dreams and wonder. 

“Except clothes.” You said in a coy tone. His eyes opened and he took no time manhandling you causing a much-needed loud laugh to escape from your chest.

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The Fruit After the Flesh 18+ - Chapter 6-

Minors DNI!

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Approximately 3,177 words

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt(HeadCanon) x AFAB reader

This chapters Warnings:  Life threatening event, mild sexually suggestive language, swear words

A/n: Sorry for there not being a whole lot of art in this chapter, I am trying to streamline my work so that I can get these chapters out as quick as possible. I have really grown so accustomed to Luda Mae, I admit I am a bit attached to her, same goes for that pervy old man Charlie. As always, reblogs, likes and comments are extremely appreciated, and I hope you enjoy the chapter and art!

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Chapter 6

The sound of crackling and smell of campfire wafted into your dream, you were so drained from the heat exhaustion you experienced that you could barely wake up. You feel really hot and as you open your eyes you see fire, raging ember flames were licking at the walls and dancing across the ceiling as smoke flooded the air. You immediately jump out of bed and scream as you scramble to get out of the room, the thick poisonous smog was choking your lungs and stinging your eyes. You run to the door but it is blocked by fire and heat, you try to get to the window to open it but a large plank from the ceiling falls in front of it trapping you inside.

 You sprint towards the bathroom and see the window is too tiny to get out of so you decide to get the shower head and spray the entire bathroom with water to prevent the fire from coming in, this futile attempt was modestly effective but the smoke was promising to take your life. You scream for help, in the hopes that maybe Dover could hear you and be a decent enough person to come to your aid, but the more you screamed the more smoke you inhaled. You spray yourself with water and hold a towel to your nose to filter out some of the fumes and begin to cry, realizing that this home is now your grave.

A sudden crash instills even more fear and defeat, the house is now collapsing from the flames eating its structure, but as soon as doom overwhelms you, the door to the bathroom starts pounding with heavy thuds. It takes you a second to process what the sound is -the ceiling is probably collapsing now- you feel yourself begin to slip away as the polluted air chokes you. In a blink, the bathroom door explodes off its hinges, a plume of black smoke furls into the room and from that smoke emerges a beast, Tommy.

He scoops you up and pulls you out of the house and away from the flames to safety, gently placing you down on the ground, he began helping Charlie with spraying the house down with what looks like an old water truck. In a quick half hour, the flames were extinguished and your beautiful home was now sitting there horribly damaged from what you were able to see. You suck in clean air to help get the toxins out of your lungs and clear your blood, Charlie comes up to where you lay with Tommy right beside him and says,

“You’re lucky we were here girly, this would’a been the end of you and your damn house.” He then looks at Tommy and tells him, “Boy, pick her up and get her into the truck, she’s comin’ home with us.”

Tommy nods and picks you up delicately as if you were made of glass. When he got to the truck, he placed you on his lap and held you tightly, you were coughing furiously, trying to get out the toxins that infiltrated your lung tissue. The drive was extremely short, your eyes were closed the entire ride from the stinging you felt. Once you reached the Hewitt house, Tommy quickly brought you inside where Luda Mae was waiting for you.

“Bring her up to my room and set her on the bed, quickly now” Luda Mae spoke with a wavering voice full of worry.

She followed Tommy up the stairs with a bucket full of clean, cool water and a washcloth. You opened your eyes a little to be able to look at Tommy, you wanted to thank him so badly but you could barely speak. The upstairs of their home was a new space for you as you had only ever needed to be on the main floor for visits; Wallpaper colored the walls in an old Dijon yellow, marked with whispers of mysterious stains form years ago; There was a dark walnut trim wrapping around the ceiling and floors matching in a same walnut brown shade, the lighting from dated wall sconces dimly lit the hallway and made you feel uneasy.

Luda Mae guided him to her bedroom door, “Carefully now Tommy, we don’t want to do anymore damage that the fire hadn’t already caused.”

Luda Mae had a bedroom you would expect for a household matriarch, the floors were impeccably clean and reflected the soft lamp light that shone from the corner of the room; The walls were a soft eggshell white and the bed you were placed on was large with soft cotton sheets in a cheery canary yellow color. You start coughing more from the movement,

“Thank you, son, now clear outta here, she ain’t dressed for male company.” Luda Mae pushes Tommy out and he reluctantly obeys, his head was swiveling to keep his sight on you as much as he could before the door closed behind him.

You realize you were wearing the least amount of clothing tonight because of the Texan heat that plagued you the entire time you had been in Fuller. You had nothing much on but some old short-shorts and a slinky little tank top that could barely hang on to your breasts. You almost felt shame but you could barely think of anything at the moment, your lovely new home is now severely damaged, possibly even burnt to the ground for all you knew.

“You poor thing, you just can’t catch a break huh? You must be so scared and tired.” Luda Mae had such a soothing voice; she was so much like a mother you never had.

You try to speak, “Luda *cough* I’m so sorry to be such a burden on your family, I owe my life to you all.” Your barely audible  voice was gravelly from all the smoke and irritation.

She gives you a stern look, “Don’t you dare think you owe us hun, your life was in danger and there was no way we were gonna let you die in that fire.” She began washing the soot from your face and body, then handed you a glass of water to drink, which you promptly guzzled down immediately. You begin to feel a wave of emotion come over you, tears start welling up in your eyes and you start sobbing, Luda Mae holds you close to her chest and pets your head gently, she says,

“It’s gonna be ok sweetheart, don’t you worry none, we ain’t gonna let nothing happen to you anymore. You’re family.”

You sob into her; you haven’t had a strong cry in years and the stress of recent events was enough to break you,

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do now, my home is gone! I have nowhere to live, everything I had, all my memories from home are probably all burnt up now!”

Luda Mae lets out a sympathetic laugh, “Oh hun! You’re gonna live here with us until you want to leave.” She lifts your chin up to have you face her and she wipes your tears with a dainty little handkerchief, she adds,

“Tonight, you’re gonna get some well needed rest, and tomorrow we can go look and see what the damage is together, and we’ll talk some more.”

Luda Mae goes into the joining bathroom and grabs a box of tissues; she sets them down next to you and puts a jug of fresh water next to your cup on the night stand. She looks at you with worry in her eyes, you can feel the motherly concern she has for you just by her expression, she says,

“I need you to get some sleep tonight hun, you might cough a lot and that’s to be expected after a fire, but if you need anything you just holler. I know my boy is going to be right outside all night and I’ll be in Charlies room -God help me- which is right next to this one.”

Through bleary eyes and sniffles, you give her a nod, she gently shuts the door behind her as she exits and you hear her mumble something to someone before walking away. You do your best to get some sleep, the crying puffed up your eyes and made you sleepy enough to pass out.

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You woke up to the sound of farm animals milling about outside, the gentle clucks of chickens pecking the ground and the calls of cows mooing in the field. You can hear Charlie speaking to Tommy outside in the barn but it’s too far away to make out the words. You slowly get up and pour yourself some water, muffled coughs still plague you but they are lessened in strength. You hear a knock at the bedroom door and Luda Mae speaks softly,

“You awake hun? Can I come in?”

You call out to let her in and she opens the door, she picks up something off the table next to her outside and walks towards you with an in-bed breakfast tray holding a glass of orange juice and some eggs and toast.

“I have some food here for you dear, you don’t have to eat it if you don’t feel hungry so don’t push yourself.” She sets the tray on your lap and puts some pillows behind your back to help you sit up, she follows,

“How are you feeling today? You slept far into the day which is good, you needed it.”

You smile at her and reply,

“I’m doing better today; I didn’t mean to cry on you last night… I’m a bit embarrassed. What time is it?”

She looks at you with an annoyed look and says,

“Now that’s enough of that nonsense, you better not feel embarrassed at all; why, you had every right to cry with all of what happened to you, I’m surprised you weren’t hollerin’ all night.” She looks at a watch on her wrist, “Oh, and it’s past 1pm dear, you got a good healthy amount of rest, that makes me happy.”

She gets up and walks towards the closet, she slides open the doors and stares at the clothes hanging on the rack, she places her hands on her hips ad says,

“Now let’s find you something to put on so we can go check on your house.”

You start eating the food on the tray as she sifts through the clothing in the closet, the eggs were perfectly cooked, sunny side up with a soft yolk for you to dip your toast into. You thank Luda Mae for the food and she smiles back at you, she turns back and spots something; she pulls out a large pastel blue shirt and brings it over to you,

“This was worn by Thomas when he was growin’ up, he grew out of it real quick and now it’s just a big pretty shirt. I think it would be like a nice little dress on you, it’s at least something to put on so we can get you to your home without the men lookin’ at you like hungry dogs to a steak.”

You blush in embarrassment and say,

“I’m so-“

Luda Mae cuts you off immediately and says,

“The next words outta your mouth better not be ‘sorry’ hun. You ain’t got nothin’ to be sorry about, it doesn’t matter how you were dressed for bed, that’s your business, I just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable is all, it ain’t a judgment on your character or nothin’…I’m not that kind of Christian.”

She takes the empty tray away from you and starts heading out the door,

“Now you get yourself ready and I’ll take you back up to the house. No need to rush none sweetheart, you take your time.” And with that she closes the door behind her.

You head into the bathroom which is very old fashioned, the walls were painted a pale teal blue, white tiles with flower patterns scaled around the tub and the fixtures were a weathered gold color. You wash your face and gargle some tap water; you clean your body off in the tub which makes the water run grey from the soot still stuck to your skin. You let out a sigh -I smell like a goddamn chimney- the shower made you feel amazing, it was nice to get so clean after a traumatic event.

Once you were done in the shower, you got changed into the shirt Luda Mae left for you, the color was very pretty, it was a powder blue, button down made entirely of cotton; you slipped it over your body and it really was like a dress on you, the sleeves were very long and the bottom of the shirt reached your knees -Fucking hell, this was his when he was growing?- you felt a little scandalous wearing the old shirt of a man you didn’t know very well, you didn’t have that kind of relationship with him but it was fun to imagine that you did which got your mind off the stress of last night.

You make your way downstairs, your bare feet slapping on the cool hardwood floor, each step made a gentle creak which reminded you of the old home you grew up in back in Manitoba. The sepia tone of the afternoon sun washed into the home and a cool breeze flowed in through the open windows making the curtains sway gently. The house was very quiet inside, the muted sounds of the animals and nature outside floated off the walls like a comforting hug, you felt very at home in the Hewitt house as if you were never a stranger to them.

Luda Mae rounds a corner and brings you an old pair of flip flops which looked strangely modern and out of place for an old Texan farm. You ask,

“Oh, who’s are these?”

Luda Mae pauses for a second and purses her lips in thought,

“Uh, they were from a family friend who visited and forgot them. Put them on dear.”

You couldn’t help but feel her response was a little suspicious, but you struggled to place what it was. You shrug it off and thank her for the shoes. You both head out towards your home, you pass by the barn and see Tommy heaving planks of wood from inside the barn, he was shirtless.

You immediately widen your eyes and blush heavily, his sweaty body was shimmering in the sun, most of his torso was disappointingly hidden by his overalls but you were able to see some hair surrounding a small pink nipple. Immediately you had sinful thoughts running through your head, you wondered so desperately what the rest of him looked like and how low the hair went down. Luda Mae called out to him,

“Thomas! Me n’ Y/N are going to head back to her property for a bit, some foods on the kitchen table for you!”

Tommy did a double take to look at you when he saw you were wearing an old favorite of his. He was frozen where he was, his eyes followed as you made your way down the driveway to the main road. Luda Mae laughed noticing this, she said,

“He hasn’t seen that shirt in so long, he used to love wearing it. I bet he’s happy it’s bein’ worn again”

Both you and Luda Mae reach your home, you are feeling anxious to see what you are going to find left after the fire and you feel a knot in your stomach forming. Before you could get up the driveway enough to see the house, Luda Mae turns to you and asks,

“Are you gonna be alright dear?”

You nod and continue up the driveway, you can already smell the burnt wood and you start to get scared; you make it over the hill revealing the house to be in better shape than you initially thought; most of it is still standing and undamaged, your heart lifts a little seeing that you still have well over half a home left to work with. Charlie comes out from behind the house and walks towards you both,

“This ain’t so bad. Looks to me like the bedroom took the brunt of the flames, most of this house ain’t damaged at all.”

Luda Mae smiles and holds your hand,

“Oh, praise lord Jesus. Looks like this can be fixed up, you can live with us while repairs get done, or…forever if you like.” She giggles after adding that in.

You laugh, “I really appreciate your offer, and I will have to take you up on it. I’ll pay my way and help out until my home is ready to move back into of course.”

Charlie puts his hands on his hips and turns to you,

“I tried lookin’ for that shithead Dover but, he’s nowhere to be found. I didn’t see a corpse in the house or nothin’ so he ain’t dead far as I can tell.”

You had completely forgotten about Dover, it was strange that he was missing but you didn’t really care at this moment, you were just happy to know that you still had a home. You make your way inside the house to see the damage in the bedroom, it looks like the fire was most damaging by the window which you thought strange. You see the closet is covered in soot, you open it and check the clothes, they needed a wash but remained undamaged. You take a suitcase from out of another closet in the foyer, you fill it up with clothes and essential items, if you needed anything more, you could just get into the storage container which still had so many things in it.

Once the suitcase was full, you head towards Luda Mae who asks,

“Got everything you need? You can slowly bring more stuff everyday if you like, you’ll be stayin’ with us a while.” She puts her arm around you and squeezes reassuringly.

Charlie walks alongside you and Luda Mae, he asks,

“Y/N, did you leave somethin’ electric plugged in near the window? Maybe some woman contraption for hair or what not?”

You squint your eyes at the ignorant statement but reply,

“No, I didn’t have anything plugged into the wall, not even a lamp. Anything that could have caught fire like that would be in the bathroom but there wasn’t a fire in there.”

Charlie rubs his chin,

“I think we need to keep an eye out for Dover, wherever that backwoods fuck is.”

You furl your eyebrows in thought -Does he think that Dover lit the fire? Why would he do that? It would risk his job and the orchard…- You were perplexed with the thought but it was always a possibility, he did say many times how much he wanted the full property all to himself. He needs to be found, and he needs to be found quickly.

Next chapter-

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Life Update

Hey Guys

I know I said I was coming back, and I fully intended to. Then I injured my back... badly

I ruptured a disc in my back on one of my lowest vertebrae and now have lost most of the feeling in my left leg :(

In the next week here I'm being scheduled for spinal surgery.

Strangely I'm doing okay. Since my last post a lot of things have gotten sorted (mostly family drama) which has taken a huge weight off of me. Then I fell on the stairs. I only fell down two steps but Ianded hard on my butt and then hit my back against the stair.

This was almost 2 months ago, and I was going to physio for it until my disability decided not to cover it. I was sent to an "Impartial" specialist who had the nerve to tell me that most of my pain was likely "Psychological" haven't had that kind of flippant disrespect about my health in awhile.

On the 30th of October I went to lay down for a nap, when I woke up just the act of sitting up left me in agony. My wonderful husband then spent the next few hours with me using hot and cold compresses and trying to help me get through the pain because the hospital said it was probably just sciatic pain... Halloween rolls around and I've lost all feeling in my left thigh.

I decided "FUCK IT" and went to emergency, where after a good 9 hours I finally saw a doctor who would take me seriously. And by that time my entire left thigh, part of my calf, and most of my back end and groin were completely numb. They took my sock off and my foot was grey. It was pretty scary.

The doctor there did a battery of tests for everthing he could think of, he did manage to get a bit of feeling back into my calf and foot with an injection. But everything else was still pins and needles. I had an MRI and well.. as you can see the lower disc was pushed so far out it was impinging on all the nerves to my left leg.

I spent Halloween and most of the next day in emergency. Had a lovely panic attack, got mildly sedated, there were no beds so I was stuck in a shitty recliner in a corner between two drug attics. One who wouldn't stop complaining and then throwing fits and the other who had some kind of blood borne illness with open sores. It was fucking terrible.

Today I had to drive almost 2 hours to another city to see a neurosurgeon who was also livid no one had done anything for me in over two months and said that even with surgery I may never get full feeling back in my leg (cries) This then followed more X-rays, blood work (7 vials taken oi vey) and an ECG.

Turns out I also have a rare heart defect - that only one other person in my family has - that causes my heart to skip a beat every third beat. They also (because I'm anemic) had to go through the process of signing a ton of forms for the possibility that I may need a transfusion during or after surgery....

This was supposed to be a short post I swear -_-

Thursday I have to go for a full physical and do even MORE paperwork, and then drive again 2 hours away to another city to have my surgery.

FML

So yeah, I still very much want to be creating and posting I just haven't been able to sit or concentrate much as I am taking pain killers (that do not want to work with my antidepressants) so I've either been completely out of it or just stuck doing one thing and one thing only (which has mostly been just riding around in RDR2 hunting, fishing and exploring) I also finished the new Zelda game cuz... well I've been laying down a lot.

Holy Jeebs have I been bored. In between that I've also been trying to keep GiraffeBarn active and get into a few local stores again.

2024 has been hectic and chaotic.

I'm hopeful that the new year will bring me some much needed peace and clarity.

So yeah, I'm not gone, I'm still lurking about and I still plan to post again (when I can)

I miss you all so very much (especially my wifey <3)

Hope you all are well

much love

B

[bbymunsonx]

The Last Time (Ted's Version)

Chapter Six

chapter warnings: language, lots of sexual tension, masturbation (f),

word count: 3.3k

enjoy ;)

Weeks have gone by since Trent Crimm of 'The Independent' published his article and the respect that Ted has gotten from other journalists has sky rocketed through the roof. Not only does that make my job a hell of a lot easier, but as Ted's friend, it makes my heart burst with joy. Even though the team has lost several games, the media isn't tearing Ted apart like they used to. Instead, they choose to talk about how charismatic he is during press conferences, and how he greets everyone he sees on the streets.  Even though Ted's public reception is through the roof, Rebecca is still incredibly standoffish. I mean, the woman just went through a very public divorce, I would be standoffish too if I were her. 

While I was sitting at my desk, reading through the dozens and dozens of comments about what people had to say about Ted and the team, I felt a tap on my shoulder. 

"Howdy doody, Lacy Loo," Ted said, excitedly. 

"Ted," I greeted, with my face remaining stone cold. "To what do I owe the pleasure of conversing with London's most talked about coach?"

"What are you doing tonight?" He prompted. Do I tell him the truth about how I was going to order take out and fall asleep on top of my vibrator? That might cause a problem with HR. 

"Hmm.. nothing. Why? What's up?"

"Well, the boss lady invited me to her annual charity gala tonight." At least Ted was making leeway with Rebecca. I haven't been able to break through her yet. 

"Ooo. That sounds fancy. And maybe a little scary." I smiled up at him. 

"Well, actually. I was gonna ask if you'd do me the honor of being my plus one. I'd hate to go alone." Ted actually looked nervous to ask me, like I'd ever say no. 

"I would love to be your plus one, Ted." I smiled. 

"Yeah?" He seems genuinely surprised that I said yes. 

"Absolutely! I love a good excuse to get dressed up and eat fancy food. What time is it?" 

"We'll have to leave around seven." Ted answered. 

"Alrighty. I'll see you at seven." 

Lacy Watson: EMERGENCY 

Keeley Jones: WHAT IS IT??

Lacy Watson: I got invited to the gala tonight and I have nothing to wear.

Keeley Jones: Oh, fuck. We need to go shopping NOW. 

***

After trying on dozens and dozens of dresses, we finally found one that looked perfect. Keeley insisted I go with an emerald green dress since it would match my auburn hair. The gown was floor length and showed just enough cleavage that Ted wouldn't have a choice but to look. 

"Lace, you look so fucking fit. I just wanna kiss you on the mouth, right now." Keeley took a step back and made me spin around in my dress. 

"You really think so? You think I look pretty?" Out of nowhere, I got all timid. Just because Keeley thought I looked pretty didn't mean Ted would think so. 

"I think Ted is the luckiest man in the world to be walking into this gala with you on his arm." Keeley held onto my arm as she spoke to me, looking deep into my eyes.

"Alright now I wanna kiss you on the mouth," I joked. 

I had about two hours to go back home and do my hair and makeup. Keeley offered, but she had to get ready to go to the gala too and I felt guilty monopolizing all of her time. 

I curled my hair into beach waves and went with a medium coverage makeup look. I wanted to feel pretty, but I wanted Ted to see me. Not this made up version of me. 

Ted knocked on the door while yelling "I'm coming up!" My heart did somersaults when I heard his footsteps coming up the stairs. I just stood there, playing with my dress when Ted turned around the corner and saw me. 

"Jesus fucking Christ," he mumbled underneath his breath. 

"What do you think?" I spun around so he could see the entire dress.

"I think... I think you look beautiful." Ted softly let out. I felt my face heat up as a blush started to spread across my cheeks. 

"Thank you, Ted. You look quite handsome, yourself." I smiled at him. 

Ted cleared his throat, "We better hit the road, we don't wanna be late." 

As we arrived to the venue, I audibly groaned as I noticed a red carpet heading up to the door. 

"What the fuck is this?" I groaned. 

"Just a few pictures. Pretty much just like prom all over again," Ted laughed. "You're the prettiest person here. There should definitely be proof of that."

"Well, if you say so." 

We got out of the car together and walked up to the carpet. The two of us posed for pictures together, with my arm wrapped around his torso. 

One of the photographers screamed, "Let's get a photo of the couple kissing, yeah?" The other photographers started laughing. That's when Ted loosened his grip from me and gently let my arm down and walked into the venue. Without me. 

Fuck it. I did some solo pictures on the carpet because Keeley was right. I looked fucking fit. When more people started to arrive on the carpet, I walked into the venue by myself. I looked around to see most of the footballers there and also some other people I've never seen. But they all looked scary and rich. 

As I glanced around, I saw a table with Ted, Roy, Jamie, Keeley and Nate. I started to walk up to the table when Keeley screamed, "Holy shit!" 

"Hi, everyone," I waved, sitting in the empty seat next to Ted and Jamie. 

"Let me go grab some drinks. I'll be right back." Ted got up from his chair, stumbling a bit, before running off to the bar. 

My cold eyes followed him to the bar and stared at him as he conversed with the bartender. 

"What's up his ass?" Keeley questioned. 

"Not sure. He was completely fine but then he totally bugged out as soon as one of the photographers called us a couple." I answered. 

"What a pussy," Jamie muttered under his breath.

"At least he has a date, Jamie. You're stuck at a table with your ex-girlfriend," I laughed at him, causing Roy to let out an audible laugh. Keeley and I immediately snapped our necks to look up at Roy. He covered up his laugh by clearing his throat. 

"Shut the fuck up," Roy said coldly. 

Ted came back to the table with a bottle of wine and a shot for each of us. I quickly grabbed the shot out of his hand and took it. Tonight was going to be a long night. 

***

One shot turned into two and one glass of wine turned into two. Safe to say, I was properly buzzed.

Ted spent a majority of the night trying to get Roy and Jamie to get along but obviously, they weren't interested. Speaking of uninterested, Ted seemed uninterested whenever I tried to spark a conversation. Ever since the red carpet, he just shut down. 

"Whatever," I scoffed and walked away. I found myself walking past Coach Beard making out with his date in the hallway. At least someone here is getting some. 

As I approached the bar, I felt a tear fighting to escape my eye. I just didn't understand why Ted was acting like this. Wiping the tear from my eye, I sat at the bar and ordered a water. I should probably try to sober up a bit. 

"Do you mind if I sit?" A voice came from behind me. Roy. 

"Yeah, of course." I motioned to the seat next to me. 

"You alright?" 

I chuckled. "What makes you think I'm not doing alright?"

"You scoffed and left the table like a proper fucking lunatic." 

"Oh, welp. You got me there." I laughed again and took another sip of my water. 

"You're in love with Ted." Roy told me. He didn't even have to ask. He just knew. Not knowing how to respond, I just lowered my head and nodded. "I'm in love with Keeley." That was enough to make my head snap up.

"You what?"

"Yeah. I've been in love with her. It killed me seeing that fucking asshole treat her like that. That's why a part of me hates that prick so much. But now that they're broken up, I just wanna show her what it really feels like to be loved." Roy looked at me. 

"At least she's single. Ted, he's- he's married. I can't be the girl that sleeps with a married man. That's just not me." A few tears escaped from my eyes. 

"Watson, his wife is all the way across the fucking Atlantic. Between you and I, I don't think things are going well between them anyway. Anytime she calls, he looks fucking miserable. You can be the one to show him how it feels to be properly loved, alright?" Roy reached over and wiped my tears away. Out of my peripherals, I noticed Ted looking at the two of us, looking like he's been shot. 

"Thanks, Kent." I smiled. I got up and rubbed his back, showing my gratitude for his friendship. "And if it means anything, and I hope I'm saying this properly, you and Keeley would be the fittest couple in England." 

Roy laughed and raised his drink to me before taking a sip. I walked over to Ted before giving him a sad smile. "I'm sorry I walked out. I think I just drank too much." I looked back over to the bar and saw the Keeley took my spot at the bar, making me smile to myself. 

"It's okay, Lace. Are you sure you're alright?" He rubbed my shoulder, trying to console me. 

I nodded. "Yeah, Ted. Let's go back in." I grabbed his hand, to which surprisingly he didn't pull away, and pulled him back into the room. 

As I walked up to the table, Nate had been sitting at the table, obviously being ignored by everyone else. "How's it going, Nate? That's a nice suit." I said, motioning to his outfit. 

"This? Oh, thank you! Ted got it for me." I looked over and Ted and smiled. 

"For future, just say thank you. You don't have to say that Ted got it for you," I laughed and took a seat next to him. 

After a few minutes of conversation, a man came up behind Ted and tapped him on the shoulder, "You must be the man that's managing my club." 

"Oh god, Rebecca? You in there?" Ted laughed at the man, trying to joke around. 

"Rupert Mannion. Nice to meet you," Rupert shook Ted's hand. 

"Ted Lasso, but you already knew that."

Rupert turned his attention to me. "And you must be Mrs. Lasso?"

"Actually I'm Mrs. Watson. Lacy. I do PR for Richmond." I shook his hand. 

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't know Rebecca started hiring supermodels to run the PR, but you know what? Power to her, and to you!"

"Yeah, well. I think my college degree would say differently." My eyes became cold. I hated this guy.

"I hope you two enjoy the event," Rupert rubbed my back as he left, sending chills down my spine. 

"Pardon my language for a second, but what an asshole." Ted looked over at me to which I just shrugged. I was used to asshole men. That's one of the downsides of being a woman. 

After Rupert hijacked the auction, people were starting to trickle out of the gala. Coach Beard was on the dance floor with his date, Jane. The two of them were just dancing like no one was watching, it was quite entertaining. Next to them was Roy and Keeley in each others arms dancing, which made me heart almost explode. Roy had his eyes closed, he looked like he just wanted to cherish the moment.

"Hey," Ted said as he got up, extending his hand to me, "Wanna dance?" 

"You're not gonna ignore me half way through the dance are you?" I laughed as I took his hand in mine and he lead me to the dance floor. Ted perked up as he realized what song was playing.

"Oh would you look at that? Isn't this your favorite singer?" Ted beamed as he took me into his arms and started to sway us back and forth.

I smiled into the crook of his neck when I realized the song playing was "Labyrinth" by Taylor Swift. I brought up Taylor Swift one time the first time we met and he remember this whole time.

As Taylor Swift sang, "Oh no, I'm falling in love,"  I couldn't help but close my eyes and smile, relating way too much to the song. 

It felt like we were the only two people on the dance floor as the song played. Feeling his heartbeat and his body so flush against mine was incredibly euphoric. As the song ended, Ted pulled away so he could look me right in the face. "You know, I'm really sorry about how I acted earlier."

I sighed. "Ted, it's okay. Seriously."

"No, it's not okay. Hearing them call us a couple just really, I don't know, it freaked me out. I'm just trying so hard to save my marriage and I didn't want anything to jeopardize that."

My heart sank a little bit, "I get it. No worries, pal." I playfully punched him on the shoulder. What the fuck was I doing? 

Ted smiled at the ground before saying, "Alright, we should probably get out of here. I'm gonna go find Nate and say goodbye real quick. I'll meet you outside." 

I quietly gave Roy two thumb's up and winked at him while walking out, seeing that he was still dancing with Keeley. The two of them looked so natural together. 

As I walked out of the venue, I ran into Rebecca leaning against the wall, sniffling. 

"Are you alright, Ms. Welton?" 

She quickly wiped away her tears before cleaning her throat. "Yes, Lacy. I'm okay, thank you. Did you have fun, tonight?"

"Yes, thank you. I had a great time. Except that asshole ex-husband of yours." I sighed, which made her laugh. 

"He is a bit of an asshole, isn't he?" She pretended to laugh. 

"Listen, Ms. Welton. You are a powerful, independent woman and he's an insecure little boy. Your power scares the shit out of him. Do not let him bring you down. You're way too much of a badass for that." I rubbed her arm. 

Her eyes widened as she digested what I had told her. "Thank you. That really means a lot."

"Of course," I saw Ted exit the building, waiting for me by the door. "Have a good night, Ms. Welton."

"Please, call me Rebecca." A warm smile spread across her face. 

"Have a good night, Rebecca." I waved goodnight as I ran up to join Ted. 

Ted and I walked home in almost perfect silence, the two of us feeling perfectly comfortable just being in the others presence. As we reached the flat, the two of us stood in the foyer for a second, not knowing what to say. 

"I really had a great time. Thank you for coming with me, and again, I'm so sorry about acting like a, ya know." Ted seemed almost ashamed. 

"Either way, I really had fun, Ted." I smiled up at him. Something washed over me as I was looking up at him and he was looking down at me. I'm not sure if it was the alcohol or the butterflies in my stomach but one of them were telling me to kiss him. 

As my hand reached up to cup Ted's face, his eyes started to close as he took a deep breath in. I caressed his face with my thumb while I moved my face closer to his. As I could feel his breath on my lips and the warmth radiating off his face, he pulled away ever so slightly. 

"I'm married." He spoke softly. I couldn't bring my hand to leave his face, never knowing if I'd touch his face again. I'd even be okay if I never kissed him. I just wanted to touch him. 

"I'm so sorry. I don't know what I'm doing. I'm just gonna go." I said erratically while slowly removing my hand from his face and rushing into my flat. 

Fuck, I groaned to myself as I walked up the steps. I just needed to go to bed and sleep this off. After slowly getting out of my dress and putting my pajamas on, I sprawled across my bed. I didn't even take my makeup off, I just wanted today to be over.  

Five minutes turned into ten and ten minutes turned into fifteen and I couldn't get to sleep. My mind was racing, thinking about the events of tonight. Thinking about the way Ted's breath hitched as he saw me in my dress and how his eyes instantly fell to my cleavage. Thinking about the way Ted's hand crept around my waist during the red carpet and how his thumb rubbed ever so gently on the fabric of my dress. Thinking about the way Ted's body was flushed against mine as we swayed on the dance floor. Thinking about the way I could see Ted's lips quiver as I got close to him, sensing that all he wanted to do was engulf me in him. How his pupils immediately dilated when my thumb caressed his cheek. 

As my mind began to race, so did my hand. My eyes fluttered shut as my hand slowly went from cupping my breasts to sliding under the band of my pajamas shorts and underneath my underwear. 

A deep sigh escaped my lips as my fingers reached the place that needed attention the most. As I  lazily rubbed circles around the little bundle of nerves, my second hand reached back up and cupped my breast as I started to arch my back off the bed. All I could envision was Ted at the bottom of the bed, laying between my legs.  His mustache adding to the euphoric feeling his tongue was already providing would push me over the edge. His southern drawl telling me how good of a girl I am and telling me to just let go, all over his face. 

Lazy circles turned into quick rapid movements to keep up with my mind's rapid visions of Ted. 

Ted, I softly moaned as I visioned him still laying between my legs, my knees bent over his shoulders and my feet interlocked, keeping his neck and head in place. 

You're doing so good, darlin. You taste so good,  He groaned in my mind. 

That's all it took for heat to begin to form in my lower belly. I whined into the darkness of my bedroom as I finished on Ted's face, in my mind of course. In reality, I had just masturbated to the thought of my boss eating me out. 

I laid on my bed for about two minutes, trying to catch my breath, and also trying to stop myself from going at it again

Christ, I need to get some sleep. I got up to go to the bathroom when I heard little sounds coming from right beneath me. It sounded like something creaking. 

My footsteps stopped in their place so I could hear what was happening. Rhythmic creaking sounds joined by the sound of a low grunting sound. 

No fucking way, I thought to myself. 

Great minds think alike. 

authors note: phew is it hot in here or is it just me? I wasn't gonna post this part until tomorrow but I was literally way too excited to not post it. i hope you enjoyed besties 

taglist: @nerdgirljen

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10 things I Hate About You pt.2 (Jack Hughes X Reader)

‘I hate the way you drive my car...’

Bianca got up with a start looking at her father offended.

“But she’s a mutant! What if she never dates!”

“Then you’ll never date, ooh I like the sound of that,” her dad says smirking as he rubs his hands together before continuing,

“And I get to sleep at night, the deep slumber of a father whose daughters aren’t being impregnated!” he said facing Bianca before his very out-dated pager beeps notifying him that he had an emergency call at work, he points at Y/N and quickly says

“We will talk about Sarah Lawrence later!” he says as he walks out the front door

“Fine.” Y/N replies going up the stairs to finish her book without having to be annoyed by Bianca.

Bianca’s nostrils flare as she rushes towards the end of the stairs looking up at Y/N 

“Can’t you find some blind, deaf guy to take you out so I can have one date!” Bianca shouts

“Sorry Bianca you’ll just have to miss out on the witty repartee of Trevor ‘eat me’ Zegras.”

“You suck!” Bianca says walking away

“You suck!” Y/N mocks back walking up the rest of the stairs.

Luke waited in the library for Bianca, he had learned French and found time in between hockey to be able to teach her French, something Quinn thought he was an idiot for.

Bianca storms in, Luke thought she looked gorgeous. Bianca had her long black hair in a ponytail and a red headband to hold back any falling pieces. She was wearing a red long sleeved crop top with a floral skirt and tiny red heels. Luke’s throat went dry as he opened the book, his hands shaking.

Bianca rushes towards Luke, being almost a foot shorter than him and that makes Luke go wild, he just stares at her before Bianca speaks “Can we make this quick? Troy and Dani are having an incredibly horrendous public breakup in the parking lot,again!” she said, smiling up at him.

His cheeks turned red “Well, uh I thought we would start with pronunciation?”

“Not the gagging, hacking and spitting part please.” she said folding her arms over her chest

“There is an alternative, French food, with me, this saturday.” 

“You’re asking me out?” she said her red lips growing into a smile

“That’s so cute? What’s your name again!” she said, making luke embarrassed.

“Luke Hughes. Listen, I know your dad doesn’t let you date, but I thought that if it was for French class he would,-” he said before Bianca spoke again.

“Oh wait a minute, Lyle..”

“Luke.” 

“My dad came up with a new rule, I can date when my sister does.” she said before Luke cheers

“Really? Do you like beach houses because me and my brothers have a beach house and-”

“A small problem Luca, In case you haven’t heard, my sister is a hideous breed of loser.”

“Y-yeah I noticed she is a little antisocial…Why is she like that anyway?” Luke asked leaning closer to Bianca 

“She used to be really popular, but she got sick of it or something. So then she became some moody indie rock loser.” Bianca replies as she makes a smug face at the talk of her ‘bitch’ sister.

“Yeah..but I am sure there are many men who wouldn’t mind going out with a difficult woman…like…Extreme dating!”

“You think you could find someone that extreme, and you’d do that for me?” Bianca replied holding his hand 

“Hell yes! I mean…yes.” Luke said before shrinking down in his seat. Luke’s mind immediately went to his older brother…Jack Hughes.

     Luke and Quinn saw their brother at hockey practice at around 2pm, Luke had already told Quinn and decided what was going to happen. He was pushing people into walls and gliding the puck into the net with such ease and then doing a very cocky celly, the rest of his teammates looking at him with fear.

“Hey brother, what’s up my man…” Luke said as he approached

“Yes, Luke? Is there something you need?” Jack said as he went to sit on the bench taking off his skates as his brother talked to him with his gear still on.

“Can you maybe take out this girl, Y/N, you’re the only one I know who could handle her-” He tried to say before being interrupted

“No way Luke, I am not taking out some chick, for your benefit.” he said as he walked to the locker room, not even glancing at his brother before taking off his jersey while walking into the locker room showing his toned back and his chest guard.

“God, of course he said no.” Luke said as he got on the bench as he took off his skates while Quinn skated off the ice and sat next to him.

“What we need…is a backer…someone who could convince Jack…” Quinn says before looking at Trevor and immediately knowing who his target was.

“Hey Trevor…” Quinn said as he skated towards Trevor. Trevor gave him a look.

“What’s up Hughesy, what do you need?” Trevor said as he skated around the ice rink.

“I need you to ask Jack to date Y/N L/N. Now here me out, all you have to do is pay him, and you may score a date with Bianca…” Quinn said desperate to help his little brother out.

“Fine, Bianca sounds nice…Ok I’ll do it, you owe me.” Trevor said before skating off the rink and going towards the locker room and approaching Jack.

“Hey Jack…buddy…Wanna go out with Y/N L/N for a couple bucks?” Trevor asked Jack as Jack stripped down to his boxers grabbing his regular clothes which consisted of a white t-shirt and blue swimming shorts. Jack gave him a confused expression.

“Why does everyone want me to go out with this chick? She got brownie flavored nipples or something?” Jack asked while taking out his vape and taking a hit.

“It may have something to do with her younger sister…Bianca L/N…But I’ll pay you 50 bucks a date.” Trevor said as he smiled

Jack didn’t even care, money is what caught his attention, he couldn’t get a job because he was too focused on hockey, so getting money for taking out a girl, a girl he thought was kind of pretty, it was perfect.

“Fine, I’ll do it, but I want the money in advance. Now I’m gonna go try to ask this girl out while you sit here in uniform.” Jack said before taking another hit and walking out of the locker room with a mission on his mind.

“Hey girly.” Jack said as he approached Y/N who was at her locker grabbing her books for psych.

She looks towards him with an amused smile. She was wearing a white long sleeve top, a long blue skirt and black chunky sandals, her h/l h/c hair was let down with half of it up.

“Why hello?” she said looking at him with a slight smirk

“What are you doing pretty girl?” Jack said as he looked at her

“Trying to grab my notebook for psych as a certain white boy is pestering me.” she said as she finds her book and slams her locker closed

“Mm I wonder who that boy is.” Jack said as he smirked at her “Do you maybe wanna go out sometime?” he asked, using his charming white smile to grab her attention. “I’ll give you a hint.” she says as she pulls open her locker revealing a mirror and pointing it at Jack. Jack looks at her with a shocked but amused face..now this girl has caught his attention, he is still in it for the bet, but Y/N…she was starting to make this a bit more fun and exciting for him.

A/N: Sorry this chapter is short, drivers ed and summer assignments are driving me crazy...anyways heres the next chapter, the third chapter will be uploaded soon, thank you for reading sorry for the delay

[smoothsmut]

Meeting with Fate

Pairing: BangChan x reader

Genre: fluff

a/n: Hiiii everyone!!!! This is my first fanfiction. Don't have high expectations. At the same time, English is not my first language, so please excuse the grammatical errors! I hope you will enjoy it. Lots of kisses

Bang Chan had just spent another long day in the studio. Stray Kids is about to release their new album and he spent all his time perfecting the songs.

Even when the others had already gone home, he stayed behind to perfect the last details. The silence of the studio was broken only by the soft sound of the mixing desk.

Then suddenly there was a knock on the door.

-Come in! -Chan shouted, looking up from behind the monitor for a moment. The door slowly opened and an unfamiliar face emerged. A young woman entered, somewhat shy but with a smile on her face.

-Ohm.. Hi My name is Y/N. I'm the new intern, and my manager sent me to help with some things in the studio.-she replied, carefully stepping inside. -"I didn't want to bother you, I just wanted to introduce myself."-

A wide smile spread across Chan's face. -Nice to meet you y/n! A little help is always good. Sit down and tell me how you can help.-

Y/n sat down in a chair and looked around at the equipment. She was impressed by the sight of monitors, speakers and mixing consoles. -Really, anything you need help with. I am happy to learn and help in anything.-

Chan nodded and showed him the project he was working on. -This is one of our new songs. There are still some details that need to be refined. Would you like to help me in it?-

Y/n nodded excitedly and moved closer. Chan explained the parts of the song to him in detail and showed him how to use the mixer. As they worked, Chan noticed that y/n was learning quickly and was soon able to help her on her own.

As the hours went by, Chan and y/n got more and more used to each other.He noticed that she was easy to work with and appreciated her energetic attitude.

That night when they finally finished work, Chan smiled at y/n. -It was great working with you, y/n. You are a very fast learner and you have helped me very well.- Y/n nodded with a smile. -Thank you Chan. I really enjoyed the whole day with you.-

-Do you feel like relaxing a little?- Chan asked. "I thimk we can sit down somewhere and talk for a bit to get to know each other better.-She got excited- Yes of course it's a great idea-

Chan and y/n walked down the stairs of the studio and went to a nearby cafe. They settled down at a table and started talking about their lives, interests and passion for music.

As the hours passed, the bond between Chan and y/n deepened and it seemed like a long friendship had begun between them.

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The End of the Beginning Pt. 2

The Streets of Minrathous

Signs and Portents Masterpost Previous: A Missing Contact

Rook and Varric enter the streets of Minrathous. The Archon’s Palace floats overhead, with spotlights scanning the city.

Varric: The Archon’s Palace! Something must have gotten them riled up.

Rook: Should we be in more of a hurry to get out of here?

Varric: We don’t want to look conspicuous. Just get out of here, nice and casual, find Neve Gallus, and stop Solas.

They pass beggar by the stairs.

Vagabond: Spare a coin, please?

If the PC gives them coin: Vagabond: Andraste bless you.

They continue walking.

Rook: You think you can talk him down before he starts his ritual?

Varric: That ritual is going to tear down the Veil—the only thing separating us from the Fade and an endless number of demons. I have to talk him down.

They pass by a man loading a cart, waiting to be able to pass.

Resident: Go on, then.

The continue, but one of the spotlights from the palace stops nearby.

Tevinter Guard Announcer: (Amplifier) You there! Halt!

Citizen: Wait! But I didn’t do anything!

Varric and Rook duck around a corner.

Varric: get down!

Rook: Are they after us? Is it because of the bar?

Varric: Word travels fast in Minrathous.

The woman cowers on the ground.

Rook: We gotta help her.

Varric stops them.

Varric: We don’t have time to get arrested, especially if—

A large rift opens up in the sky over the Palace. People start to run.

Varric: Aw, crap.

Rook: We’re too late!

Varric: the ritual’s started. but if we hurry, we can still stop Solas before it finishes. Let’s go.

Varric takes off.

Varric: Harding’s this way. She’ll get us to Dumat Plaza, then Neve will get us to Solas.

Rook: Watch out!

Demons run across the road, causing destruction and killing people as they go.

Rook: Is Solas summoning demons on purpose?

Varric: My guess is the Veil is weakening, and they’re slipping through the cracks.

Rook: And when the Veil comes down completely?

They continue, and the bridge they were about to cross blows up. A huge demon emerges, but Varric pulls Rook out of the way.

Varric: Then the whole world is going to look a lot like this.

The palace begins to fire on the city, taking down the demon. Varric leads Rook down an alleyway.

Varric: Come on, this way! It should get us to Harding!

Rook leaps over a fence, and they find Harding protecting some civilians.

Resident: (Gasps in fear)

Harding shoots a demon that was flying at them.

Harding: You’re safe now. Get inside and lock the doors, quick as you can, okay?

Resident: Thank you, miss.

They run off as Varric and Rook approach.

Varric: Harding. You all right?

Harding: I’ve been doing what I can to help. The ritual must be weakening the veil. There are a lot of scared people out here.

Varric: And a lot of demons. Haven’t seen this many come through the Fade in years.

Harding: What about you two? Are you okay?

Dialogue options:

Affable: Never better. [1]

Afraid: A little shaky. [2]

Stoic: In a hurry. [3]

1 - Affable: Never better. Fought some demons, and the Archon’s palace took a few shots at us. Nothing we couldn’t handle. Varric: Speak for yourself. [4]

2 - Afraid: A little shaky. Rook: That was a lot of demons. The Archon’s palace was taking shots at us, too. Varric: Gets the blood pumping. Rook: Sure, lets go with that. [4]

3 - Stoic: In a hurry. Rook: We’re good—but we need to move. Varric: Agreed. Solas isn’t waiting, and neither should we. [4]

4 - Scene continues.

Rook: have you got my gear?

Harding: Right over there.

She gestures to a bag and weapon.

Harding: Where’s Neve Gallus? Wasn’t she at the meeting point?

Rook: The Venatori got to her first. They grabbed her before we arrived and paid off the bar owner to keep it quiet.

Varric: I’m not surprised our detective did something to piss off a cult of murderous blood mages, but their timing stinks. The bar owner said the Venatori took Neve to Dumat Plaza. Could you get us there, Harding?

Origin dependent dialogue:

Shadow Dragon [5]

Non-Shadow Dragon [6]

5 - Shadow Dragon Harding: Rook, you’re with the Shadow Dragons. I figured you’d know Minrathous better than I do. Rook: Sure, but Minrathous is huge, and this is nowhere near my neighborhood. I can try… Harding: Don’t worry. Scouting’s my specialty. Follow me. [7]

6 - Non-Shadow Dragon Harding: Not a problem. I saw Dumat Plaza while I was scouting the area… and it was crawling with Venatori. Follow me. [7]

7 - Scene continues.

A rift opens over them, and Varric readies Bianca.

Varric: Eyes up! We’ve got company!

Harding: Demons! Here they come!

Next: Find Neve Gallus

[kywaslost]

hello! is it okay if i can request headcannons for aizawa with a student who has a processing disorder and has to have things like simplified for them? i have something called auditory processing disorder and i cant really understand people sometimes, so i need things simplified for me or for someone to say something slower so i can understand it better. im sorry if this will be a bother!

Reader Has A Processing Disorder - Aizawa

A/N: Hi! This isn’t a bother at all! In fact, I enjoyed researching the different processing disorders, especially since I really love Anatomy and Physiology or anything to do with the human body. I decided to include all processing disorders, if that’s alright! Hope you enjoy it!

I found all of the information in this fic here.

Auditory Processing Disorder (APD) - impacts comprehension and recall of what you hear and auditory processing in the brain; can result in issues related to listening for children, including repeated requests for clarification of spoken directions, or difficulty understanding conversations if they’re in a noisy place.

When you tell Aizawa about your APD, it really doesn’t bother him

You need him to clarify or repeat himself? He can do that.

You ask to audio record each class? He lets you sit in the front row to better pick up the audio

Takes you to speech therapy if you ask him to, since it’s off campus

Helps you learn sign language if that’s what you’d like so you’ll be able to understand him better

When you do your work studies, it can get loud and hard for you to understand your mentor, so you end up using sign language a lot outside of the classroom

Overall, Aizawa is willing to do anything to help you excel in the classroom

Just because you have trouble processing sounds doesn’t mean you should fall behind your classmates

Like I said earlier, your APD doesn’t change the way he thinks about you or how he treats you

Sensory Processing Disorder (SPD) - can result in over-responsiveness to sensory input, such as extreme sensitivity to loud noise or itchy clothing, or under responsiveness, which could be shown as a lack of awareness of personal space or a desire for thrill seeking.

Aizawa is much more aware about how you feel and how you’re acting when he learns you have SPD.

Your school uniform is too itchy or the fabric bothers you? He helps you talk to Nezu about ordering a new uniform in a fabric that doesn’t bother you.

The lights are too bright? He dims them down as much as he can without making the other students sleepy.

It’s too loud? Let’s you wear noise-canceling headphones and uses sign language for the rest of class as he speaks so you don’t miss anything.

Knows if you have aversions to certain foods and their textures

Keeps foods that you’re comfortable with in a drawer in his desk in case of emergencies

Have trouble moving, like climbing stairs or going far distances? Aizawa will walk with you to make sure you get to your location alright

Or makes sure someone is always with you

Your quirk doesn’t require you to do much physical activity, so you should be ok in that aspect

On the other hand, if you’re under stimulated and can’t sit still, Aizawa has plenty of fidget toys for you to mess around with

Notices when you begin to chew on your pencil or hoodie strings and gives you something else to do so you aren’t constantly chewing on things

Yet again, he tries to help you the best he can to make sure you’re comfortable and not a threat to yourself or others

Visual Processing Disorder (VPD) - one may not be able to distinguish between shapes, have difficulty copying notes from the board, or have difficulty remembering the correct sequence for letters or numbers in a series.

Aizawa is going to need to help you a bit more with this one

But he doesn’t mind

Knows you struggle with taking notes so he’ll either give you his notes or makes sure that one of your classmates helps you with your own notes

If you’re asked to read aloud in class, he’ll help you since you often mix up letters

But he tries his best to keep you from reading in class

He knows how embarrassed you get by it sometimes

Offers to help you with math homework

Especially when you have to do the same online assignment 8 times to get 100% just because your numbers move around on you (not me in calculus yesterday…)

Writes even bigger on the board to help you try and keep your letters and numbers in the right order

Schedules study sessions with you to make sure you’re keeping up with him and the other students

Helps you in as many ways as possible

[that-wildwolf]

Just in case this post somehow blows up and gets more than 15 notes, I just want to disclose that yes, I myself am (mostly) able-bodied now as I was back then. But like whatever because this isn't about me so who cares.

Anyway. When I was in high school, I was friends with this guy named Frank. That's not his real name but that doesn't matter. And maybe 'friends' is a strong word. He was in my class and he was really cool to talk to, but we've never been like super close or hung out outside school. I don't think he was especially close with anyone in particular, but he was on good terms with literally everybody. Like he had a great sense of humour and just had this like positive energy that's in painfully short supply when you're in high school. So everyone loved the guy. I mean, you couldn't not love him. He was genuinely radiating with positivity. Anyway Frank was disabled and used a wheelchair — and he wasn't just an ambulatory wheelchair user, either, he was fully paralysed from the chest down. Not to say that ambulatory wheelchair users don't deserve the same amenities, just... Yeah. Anyway our school was in this old building, ~100 years old at the time we were there. It had two levels and to get to the first floor you had to, obviously, walk up the stairs.

Our school also had a disabled elevator. It was this new thing in this old building — covered in glass and very modern for the time. So people like Frank had to take that elevator a few times a day to get to their classes on the first floor. But the elevator used power, which used money. And because school administration were so terrified students would use the elevator for non-emergencies (read: able-bodied students would take the disabled elevator), it was generally turned off and to turn it on and use it, you needed to go to the janitor and ask for the elevator key, which they only gave you if they deemed you disabled enough to warrant using that school elevator. So me and Frank are friends, right? And every now and then I take the elevator with him, and go to the janitor for that key with him. And he does this every damn day. Every day he comes in to school and goes like 'yup! still disabled!' and gets that stupid key because otherwise what? god forbid they leave that elevator turned on so their disabled students can use it without having to go halfway across the building to get the key for it. But you know, it was an important safety measure. To control the electricity consumption— I mean to make sure no able-bodied students used that elevator! which was only for emergencies and disabled people! Like that was a thing they were genuinely scared of: that people will use that elevator and it will be busy when an actual disabled person needs it.

But here's the thing. Aside from how fucking absurd that fear is, here's the thing. Our school had just one floor. Ground floor, first floor, nothing more. The most you had to climb was literally just one single flight of stairs. It took ten, maybe fifteen seconds if there was a lot of people in the hall. If you were in a hurry, it was probably like three or four seconds. The elevator, on the other hand, was very slow. Most of those disabled elevators are. I took it several times, with a friend who was disabled or when I sprained my ankle, and... It sucked. It was a pretty modern elevator, but it was painfully slow considering it was travelling the distance of just one single flight of stairs. And that's just it: this elevator was not appealing at all. If given the choice between the stairs or the elevator, everyone would choose the stairs. The only people who would actually use this elevator were the people who needed it. There was absolutely no reason to have it turned off under that stupid lock and key and make disabled students retrieve that key from the janitor every day. But the school did it anyway. Because otherwise they were risking losing some money. Or an able-bodied person using an elevator.

Anyway Frank is dead now. He was immunocompromised and when he got covid, that was pretty much it. We weren't super close, but he's buried at a cemetary that's near my house, so I come by every now and then. And I think of that stupid elevator at our high school. I think of how he had to go and get that damn key every single day for three years, of how much time and energy he wasted on that and how fucking stupid that whole rule was. Because it was cheaper to make a few disabled kids have to go and get that key every day than it would have been to keep the elevator on.

[potionsprefect]

The Big Christmas Game

Pairings: Ethan Ramsey x Victoria Clarke

Word Count: 799

Summary: 4 people, one job, can they do it?

Rating: General Audiences

Category: Fluff

Thank you @kyra75 for this prompt idea! This was so much fun to write!

“Mommy look how much snow there is outside!” Luke climbed onto the sofa and looked out the window.

“I can see. It looks like we won’t be going anywhere today.” Victoria smiled as she put her book down.

“But why? I want to go outside and play in it.” Luke said.

“Oh you can go outside and play. We just can’t go anywhere in the car as Daddy won’t be able to drive anywhere as it’s not safe.” Victoria replied.

“And Mommy always leaves the driving to Daddy when the weather is like this.” Ethan entered the living room.

“I want to build a snowman! There’s so much snow outside!” Lily ran into the living room.

“I think a snowman sounds like a great idea. But you’ll have to wrap up warm. It’s very cold outside.” Victoria said.

“That means lots and lots of layers to keep warm.” Ethan added.

Luke and Lily looked at each other. “Race to the top of the stairs?” Luke asked.

Lily sprinted off, Luke not far behind her as their little footsteps echoed up the stairs and throughout the downstairs.

“I think getting into work tomorrow is going to be difficult.” Victoria said.

Ethan laughed. “They’ll have to come with us and we’ll have to take the subway instead. It’s not all bad.”

“I know. But for now it looks like we’ve got a snowman to build.”

Victoria and Ethan headed up the stairs ready to get warm and head out into the snow.

Luke and Lily giggled as their feet crunched in the crisp, white snow, Jenner making them laugh even harder as he buried himself in the snow and then jumped out in front of them.

“I can’t even see the ground!” Lily said looking at her footprints.

“And it’s still snowing.” Luke smiled.

“That’s what winters in Massachusetts are like.” Victoria said.

“I like it!” Luke said.

“Are we ready to build this snowman?” Ethan said.

“Yes! What do we need to do?” Lily asked.

“Well first we need to gather as much snow as possible into a large ball. Do you think you can gather up some snow for us?” Victoria said.

Luke and Lily set off grabbing as much snow as their tiny hands would allow them whilst Ethan and Victoria were able to make a larger snow ball themselves.

“I’ve got some!” Lily said.

“I’ve got some too!” Luke grinned.

Victoria smiled at them. “Excellent. Why don’t you add them to the pile and Daddy can make it as big as possible.”

Luke and Lily did as Victoria said. The bottom half was quite large but impressive nonetheless. The next step was making two smaller ones to complete the body.

Luke and Lily were able to collect enough snow to complete the body and the family stood back and admired their work.

“What do we think?” Ethan said.

“It looks great! But he’s missing a face Daddy!”

“Well lucky for you, Mommy came prepared.” Ethan looked at Victoria.

Victoria headed inside and emerged a few minutes later with some coal, buttons and a carrot.

“Yay! Now he can be a happy snowman!” Luke said.

“What about some arms?” Lily said.

“We can use some sticks from the trees. Although it looks like Jenner found them first. You’ll have to get them off him.” Victoria laughed.

Lily walked over to Jenner who was playing with some sticks he had found. “Can I have the sticks please Jenner?” She asked. Jenner dropped them and looked up at her. “Thank you Jenner! You’re a good boy!”

“Well done for remembering your manners.” Victoria said.

Lily handed the sticks to her Mom. “Can I put them on?”

“Of course. Hand one to Luke and Daddy and I will lift you both up.” Victoria said.

Lily handed one to Luke and soon the snowman had two arms for sticks.

“Now we need to do his face!” Luke said.

Victoria handed Luke and Lily a coal each so that they could put the eyes on. The buttons were then added until all that was left was the carrot for the nose.

“Would you like to do the final honours?” Ethan said to Luke and Lily.

The twins nodded and Victoria and Ethan lifted them up, both of them holding onto the carrot and they placed it on their face, big smiles on their faces.

“Hooray! It looks so good!” Luke said.

“Thank you for making the snowman with us.” Lily said.

“Thank you for inviting us.” Victoria laughed.

“We should make it a tradition to build a snowman every year.” Ethan said.

“Sounds like a plan.” Victoria smiled.

The Ramsey family admired their efforts with a smile. Now they had a new tradition in place, one they couldn’t wait to fulfil every year.

Christmas is in full swing and the Ramsey family are spending their first Christmas as a family of four this year!

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[anomalousmancunt]

since the topic of the week seems to be accesibility, i want to mention some accesibility issues i've encountered that just... don't seem to be talked about.

so. my sense of direction sucks. that's something i've accepted - i can orient myself via landmarks, but that isn't always possible (both because sometimes there aren't any landmarks/ones i can easily remember, and because sometimes i need more specific directions; i could guide you through a forest, but sadly i am not a deer, so). it's equal parts the autism messing up my ability to navigate certain enviroments, and the brain fog making it so that sometimes i just. get lost. i also cannot walk for too long, nor can i stand up still too much.

as you may guess, getting lost is... kind of a big issue. some of my friends, who do not have these struggles and/or have them differently, are able to either orient themselves quicker or keep walking until they find a spot they know - this is a good solution for them! it's not doable for me, though. i also can't often ask for directions, because stress tends to cause me to lose speech (and pain, too - since standing/walking tends to be painful, well...).

this means that, say, even if i'm on a building fully accesible for my mobility issues (meaning elevators, scalators, etc*), if it isn't accesible for my navigation issues (like, say, it doesn't have maps easy to see, signs indicating where certain landmarks are, etc), then i cannot use the building. not alone, at least.

in an emergency, i'm fucked - not because i couldn't get to the exit/a safe spot physically, but because i wouldn't be able to know how to get there. and "following people" also isn't easy - crowds are so deeply overwhelming that most of the time i'm unable to follow them**, and i'm also slow at walking, so even being able to keep up with people isn't always possible (or likely).

places i've enjoyed going and considered accesible to these specific issues had big maps not too far from each other and clear signs indicating main landmarks (bathrooms, food courts, STAIRS i cannot thank the people in charge of the signage enough for marking where stairs/escalators/elevators are, etc). sadly at least where i live this isn't really common - a lot of the signage is small or unclear, there's like one map at most.

*i am not including ramps on this list because my mobility issues, and the fact that i don't use mobility aids, make it so they're sometimes harder for me to use - they're really important but this is a personal experience post.

**as in i will freeze and/or run on the other direction to avoid bad sensory input. during high stress situations and without someone as support i cannot stay in a crowd.

[whumpsmith-participates]

AI-less Whumptober 2024

Day 18 - Possession

Tags/CW: demonic possession, self harm, impalement

Vampirism had its advantages. After the initial shock and adjustment period, Adam (aka Buzzkill), was beginning to see the silver linings of his new condition.

One of the biggest advantages he was beginning to quite enjoy was that he didn't need to sleep, which means he had a lot of time in a day. Usually that meant working for a little bit and dicking around for the rest of it, but today he was double booked.

Before Adam was turned into a vampire, he'd already been showing an interest in a career in medicine. But now that he had powers, he was also interested in a career as a hero. And today, he got to do a so-called 'ride-along' in both fields.

First he spent all day volunteering at Dr Slade's clinic in New York, and at the end of his shift he would hit the streets as Buzzkill with none other than Black Cat.

He was moreso excited for the latter part, especially when he found out that volunteering meant he was only allowed to do very basic, very menial tasks. And sometimes, as an exception, he was allowed to observe something medical.

It wasn't too busy at the clinic, so rather than being stuck fetching extra water for patients, he was actually allowed to shadow the staff most of the day. If he wasn't helping one of the nurses change a bed or restock something, he could be found watching Dr Markovitsj stitch up someone's arm, helping Dr Carter with paperwork, or missing the ability to doze off when Dr Slade gave a passionate lecture about the good old days.

Thankfully he was saved by the bell from that last part. Dr Slade was called in to an emergency and rushed to hop onto an ambulance to do some fieldwork. Sadly, Adam didn't get to follow along with that, but on the other hand, he only had half an hour to go before his shift would end.

He headed to the reception desk, where the usual receptionist, Sandra, was slowly getting ready to head on home. She smiled warmly as Adam approached.

"You look lost, dear," she said.

"Just...wondering if there's even anything I can do in the last thirty minutes," Adam said with a shrug, "where'd the other two docs run off to?"

"Oh Anya just sat down to eat, and after that she'll probably take a nap before tackling the night shift," Sandra said, knowing everyone's schedule from the top of her head, "and Aiden...I'm not sure where he went off to, but he might have some work for you to pass the time."

"I think I saw him heading downstairs earlier, so I'll check there," Adam said, somewhat reluctantly turning on his heel and heading towards the stairs.

The clinic had two basement levels. One being barely used since they had much better rooms on their second floor, and the other was just the morgue and storage. Adam skipped the first basement level. He could already hear there was no one there, and it didn't seem likely for Dr Carter to go there anyway.

On the second basement level however... he sensed it as soon as he pushed the door to the stairwell open. The sweet, irony fragrance of blood lingered in the air. Fresh blood. Adam had a nose for that now. Especially when he'd been living off of nearly-expired donated blood for a while now.

He caught himself licking his lips, before snapping out of it. With a sigh, he looked around, finding a supply cart and grabbing a flu mask off of it and quickly placing it on his mouth and nose. The scent of blood was still there, but it was a lot less intense, and a lot less distracting now.

Why was he smelling fresh blood on a floor that only housed spare equipment, bulk-bought non-perishables, and the occasional corpse? Only one way to find out.

He followed the scent, taking him into the storeroom where they kept supplies of sterile equipment. The amount of plastic packaging inside plastic packaging was jarring, but it was a necessary evil to be able to operate on people safely. Besides, Adam had better things to worry about.

He snuck inside. He wasn't sure why he was creeping around as if he wasn't supposed to be there, but he was glad that he did, else he would never have seen what he saw.

Dr Aiden Carter-Mc— something Adam couldn't quite pronounce, was kneeling next to one of the shelves, breathing shakily. Adam could hear his elevated heart rate, the tremor in his irregular breaths, and the fear in his sweat.

He stepped closer, not quite sure what to say, when Aiden already jumped and turned to look at him, dropping something metallic and quickly pulling on his sleeve. But Adam had already seen the beading red streaks on his forearm.

"...do you want me to get someone?" Adam asked.

"No," Aiden quickly said, "no, I'm fine."

He took a deep breath, and Adam raised a brow as he managed to calm down impressively fast. His heart-rate dropped, his breathing was normal again, and the sweat...well, that was soaked into his clothes so that wouldn't go away so easily.

"Okay," Adam said, having seen enough mess in his life to know when someone really didn't want to talk about something.

"Okay?" Aiden repeated, "you're not even the least bit curious?"

"....am I being tested?" Adam asked, "did Ian put you up to this?"

"No," Aiden said, rolling his eyes, "just forget you saw anything."

"Okay," Adam repeated, stepping outside before immediately stepping back in, "yo doc! My shift ends in half an hour so if there's anything more to do, now's your chance."

Aiden stared at him for a moment.

"Okay seriously, what is wrong with you?" he asked.

"I could ask you the same thing, but you told me to forget," Adam said, tapping his own arm.

Aiden's glare said enough. Adam tried not to look too smug.

"It's only half an hour," Aiden said, getting up and swiping something underneath the shelf with his foot, "just go home early. I'll allow it."

"I would, but I agreed with Cat that she'd pick me up here anyway," Adam said.

"...which cat?"

"Black Cat," Adam said, "she's taking me on patrol— I've only been talking about it all day, dude."

"Right," Aiden slowly said, as if he was only pretending to remember, "just entertain yourself til she gets here or something."

"Alright," Adam said with a shrug, before heading back upstairs.

Sandra was still there, though she had finally shut her computer off and was beginning to put her things in her bag. Adam lingered in the door opening for a bit, almost considering telling her what he saw.

"Oh! You're back!" Sandra said, spotting Adam, "did you find Aiden?"

"Yes," Adam said, "but he didn't have work for me so I guess I'll just wait for Cat to show up?"

"Well you deserve a little break," Sandra said, "you worked hard all day, haven't you?"

Adam just nodded, before waving her off as she headed home, before taking her chair and putting his feet on the desk. He pulled out his phone to update his boyfriend about his day, replied to a text from Ian, and sent one of his friends a kissing emoji just because.

About half an hour later Cat finally showed up, casually stalking into the clinic and giving Adam a small upwards nod in greeting as she spotted him at the reception desk.

"Sup?" she said, "Do you still have to get changed?"

Adam looked down at the black scrubs he borrowed from Ian.

"I didn't bring a change of clothes."

"You don't have a costume for patrolling?" Cat asked, "hoo boy— Okay, no worries. We can improvise for tonight, but after that we're gonna work on a costume for you."

"You didn't strike me as the fashion type," Adam said.

"Buddy you're talking to the girl that designed Silvertongue's costume," Cat said, folding her arms, "the good one, not the silver spandex he wore at his public wedding to Mirage."

"The only good part about the spandex costume is how valuable the trading cards with that costume are," Adam said.

"...you managed to get one yet?" Cat asked.

"No."

"Shame."

"Last one I saw went for about three K on Ebay," Adam said.

"Yeesh," Cat said, "oh well...Is Carter here? Maybe you can borrow something from him."

Adam looked over his shoulder towards the corridor, remembering what happened earlier.

"You guys are friends, right?" he asked.

"Yeah," Cat said with a shrug, "why? What's up?"

"Well..." Adam started, when he heard the door to the stairwell swing open.

There was only one person who could be coming up now, and the smell of blood was still unmistakable. Cat frowned a bit as Adam didn't seem to intend to finish his sentence, though the frown quickly made way for a smile as Aiden rounded the corner.

"Speak of the devil," she said, "how's it going, three-brain?"

"...it's going," Aiden said.

Adam couldn't help but to notice that Aiden's anxiety suddenly spiked as Cat talked to him. They were friends, right? Was he nervous Adam had told her about him? Or was he scared she would notice something was off regardless?

"Did something happen?" Cat plainly asked, "You're both acting weird."

"What are you talking about?" Aiden asked.

"You tell me," Cat said, looking between the two of them.

"Nothing happened," Aiden said, throwing Adam a look—But Cat noticed.

"Adam," she said, "what happened?"

Adam looked between her grave, piercing look, and Aiden's unnerving glare, and he got the sense that there was something that he didn't know. Something dangerous. He wasn't sure how he could tell, other than a simple gut feeling. And his gut feeling had never been wrong...

"He was cutting himself," he said.

Frankly, if he hadn't had heightened senses he probably would've been unable to follow what happened next. It all happened so fast, after all. Aiden lunged at him, as did Cat, getting to him first and pulling him over the counter of the reception desk, while with her other hand she grabbed and extended her staff, the spring-loaded end smacking against the side of her friend's face.

"It's been a while," Cat said, "you're getting slow, Amon."

Confused, Adam looked back at Aiden, only to see that he wasn't Aiden. Not anymore, at least. He still smelled the same, but his normally-brown hair had darkened to black, his normally-friendly expression made place for a scowl, and his normally-brown eyes seemed to light up with an unnaturally red glow.

It was at that point that Adam remembered the stories of one of the clinic staff being possessed by a demon, which still reared its head on occasion. He also recalled the usual method of quickly subduing it; to have Ian drink his blood until it was so weak it had no choice but to retreat and preserve the vessel it was trapped in.

Ian wasn't around, however. Neither was he the only vampire anymore. Now that he was caught up on the situation, Adam knew what he had to do, sending Cat a discreet nod when she glanced in his direction to check if he was okay.

"Fucking snitch," Amon spat, standing back up straight and turning around.

"Oh please," Cat said, "he didn't need to snitch. You suck at acting."

"Youch," Amon said, "girl, you know I prefer physical pain. Why you gotta go for the feels like that?"

"Suck my dick, Amon."

"Me-ow~"

"Jesus Christ are you two dating?" Adam asked, earning him a glare from both the others.

"She wishes." Amon claimed.

Cat just rolled her eyes.

"Let's just get this over with," she said, "you wanna go and wreak havoc, we kick your ass, and you disappear to let Carter pick up the pieces of the mess you created."

"You make me sound only half as toxic as I aspire to be," Amon said, sounding disappointed, "but you're right. Let's dance~"

Suddenly, he was holding two guns, as if they had materialised out of thin air. Adam and Cat both darted in a different direction to dodge the bullets: Cat towards the waiting room, and Adam into the corridor.

Without hesitation, Adam sprinted towards the door that led back behind the reception desk. Amon had his back turned towards the door, seemingly more interested in pinning Cat in place with some rapid-fire shots. Perfect.

Adam lowered the mask he'd been wearing since his trip downstairs, baring his fangs with a soft hiss, before leaping towards the demon. All he had to do was hold on and drink enough blood to knock him out. Easy enough. Right?

Not.

Mid-leap, Amon suddenly turned around, dropping one of his guns and grabbing a painfully tight hold of Adam's jaw instead. He smacked the boy onto the reception desk, pinning him down without effort, which was quite the shock to Adam. After all, he'd been able to overpower almost everyone ever since his transformation, except maybe for Ian, and anyone stronger than Ian. But that was an amount he could count on one hand.

"Oh right~" he said with an unnerving grin, "Our little runaway science project started reproducing again... You must think you're soooo strong, but you're about a thousand years too young to handle me, baby. Mwah~"

He mockingly kissed him on the cheek while the other gun that he was still holding morphed into a large dagger, which he then mercilessly jabbed down the boy's throat, effectively pinning him to the desk.

Adam gagged, quickly grabbing at the dagger and trying to pull him out. He knew the injury wouldn't kill him, but fuck it hurt. Meanwhile Amon leapt over him and the counter, making a break for the door, but from the sound of it he was stopped by Cat, judging from the clang, and the thud, and the cussing, and the shots fired.

Finally the dagger came loose from the wood and Adam was able to sit up and pull it from his throat, coughing up some black, bloody bile as he turned around to check on Cat.

Okay, so that ambush didn't work out. It seemed he lacked the strength to take his demon on head-on, but that didn't mean he couldn't try using his smarts instead.

While Cat kept Amon distracted, Adam dove towards the phone on Sandra's desk. He didn't remember which speed-dial button he had to use, so he simply pressed all of them...including Aiden's. Which Amon probably had.

Sure enough, Amon felt the sudden buzzing and beeping in one of his pockets, and after throwing Cat against the wall, he searched them and pulled out the pager, which was just blinking 001. He remembered what the pagers were being used for, but he didn't remember which code meant what. He didn't know that 001 simply meant that he was supposed to get to the reception desk ASAP, but he did remember, that Aiden wasn't the only doctor left on the premises.

He glared towards the reception desk, spotting Adam holding the phone and shooting him a smug look.

"You said you like pain, right?" he asked.

"I should've fucking decapitated you," Amon hissed.

The only other doctor on call was Dr Anistasiya Markovitsj (aka Anya), daughter of the famous hero Rasputin, who was known for being incredibly strong, and incredibly indestructible. And Anya took entirely after her father in that regard, having shown to be almost equally strong and almost equally indestructible. Not to mention the fact that she was one of the few people Adam knew to be able to overpower Ian.

She was already in a bad mood after being woken up by her pager, walking towards the reception desk with her usual resting bitch face, which only seemed to harden as she realised something was seriously wrong.

"Blyat..."

Amon tried to turn tail again, darting towards the clinic's entrance, but Adam utilised his vampiric speed to block his path, hissing threateningly. Amon simply grabbed his jaw again, wanting to shove him aside.

"Get out of my way!" he hissed, when the back of his own collar was suddenly grabbed by Anya.

"You're not going anywhere," she said.

Amon's eye twitched. God how much he hated his vessel's short stature, especially next to that beast of a woman. He hated the way she towered over him. The ease with which she reached past him, grabbing his arm and forcing him to let go of Adam, twisting that arm onto his back and forcing him against the ground.

"Fucking bitch!" Amon spat, another gun appearing in his free hand, but Anya simply grabbed that hand too, squeezing until they heard something snap and the gun de-materialised while Amon actually cried out in pain.

Anya didn't let go of his hand after that, though. Instead, she pulled it up painfully far, before turning towards Adam.

"Drink up," she said, "davai."

Adam nodded, kneeling down next to them and sinking his fangs into Amon's arm, before beginning to suck on the wound, drawing out as much blood as he could.

"Anya..." Cat said, sitting up a bit with a pained groan, "hgnn...b-be careful, Ian said he's not ready."

"I'll pull him off if he won't stop." Anya assured her, before looking back down at Amon, "Say good night."

"Get aids!" Amon growled, "Poor Aiden's gonna feel what you did to his hand for the rest of his miserable fucking life. I hope you're proud of yourself, you whore!"

"Just pass out so I can go back to bed," Anya said.

After yelling a whole lot more profanity, Amon finally was forced to retreat when Adam consumed a dangerous amount of blood. Anya did end up having to pry the young vampire off, holding him down next while Cat dragged herself towards Aiden's limp form to check on him.

"He's breathing," she determined, "he looks to be back to normal..."

"We still should restrain him," Anya said, "I'll do that and treat him as soon as this one settles down."

She patted Adam, who just hissed in response and continued to try and chew on her arm, even when he couldn't manage to break her skin.

"I'll call Ian," Cat said, pulling out her phone, "he can help with Adam and Carter."

"Da, good idea."

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whups this turned out to be long...I first wanted to write this prompt from Aiden's POV but I do that a lot in the main story, so I decided on Adam's POV instead?? I feel like he would know more about Aiden's condition at this point, but the planning around...all of that is still vague and subject to change. Besides, these are non-canon anyway so it could even be considered an AU lol.

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Thank you to the people who stopped by my booth this weekend at LACC!! I know I was a little down yesterday but I think I was just tired lol as you are when you've been subjected to light torture that is the LA Convention center LED overhead lights lol me the whole weekend "There are FOUR lights"

Anyway everyone who stopped by was absolutely lovely. Every now and then at cons you'll get someone really nasty or rude or a weird table neighbor but everyone was super chill and it was great.

however lmao

The con ITSELF what a NIGHTMARE lol I mean I've been to worse TBF. And they did provide us with table cloth, trashcans, a helper badge and an extra chair (a minimal request but some cons don't provide that).

But they also didn't have any designated exhibitor parking (not that unusual) but at LACC its 30$ a DAY. Then when we go to set up....the tables were not set up like a normal con. Normally cons put tables right next to each other in one long row and then you have a long open isle behind the tables OR the tables will be fairly close to each other but with a walkway behind and space to slide through on the sides of the table.

lol.....they put a bar with a curtain about two feet high in between EACH table. These are normally at the end to keep random people from going down the isles behind the tables. We were basically caged in at each table. There was no space for even a regular sized person but yknow I gots a lot of stuff in my wagon yknow? lmao But also to set up I have two big suitcases and a photo stand. Luckily the guys who were behind me were comic guys so they just had their big banners and didn't show up until like an hour before the con. But it was SO INCONVENIENT. But also...if I had some physical disability I wouldn't have been able to get behind the table! Even if it was just....being very plus sized or a broken ankle. Let alone if you had a wheel chair or crutches yknow? Plus having a METAL BAR with a curtain on it in between EACH table is a MASSIVE FIRE HAZARD. And by fire hazard I mean if there was ANY sort of emergency. A gun attack (bc security was...a mess lol), an earthquake (ITS FUCKING LA!!!???? HELLO!?!?), ANYTHING that would cause people to need to flee in a fast and orderly fashion we wouldn't be able to fucking GET OUT!

And then randomly on the last day the bars behind a few of the tables in my area were just...gone lol And I definitely tweeted about it being a fire hazard but I have no idea if they saw.

ANYWAY. The security thing was ALSO a joke. Bc on Friday set up started at 8 and I got there maybe around 830? 9? and I'd been there the whole day. I ran downstairs some time in the afternoon before the show started and suddenly there's a guy at the bottom of the stairs saying I have to go through the metal detectors.

I was ALREADY in the building......what??? So then I go through the metal detectors. Bc of course but also??? if I had anything I would have already done it??? And .....I VISIBLY DIDN'T HAVE ANYTHING!?!?!? I was only carrying my keys. I don't have a glock strapped to my back lmao hello??? And then on Saturday I get there around the same time before opening but just barely bc again I'm trying to park in south parking which is just underneath where my table is and they made me go outside through security again. I was like....fine I guess but I'm already annoyed. Bc I tried to just bypass it lol Bc its fucking stupid like I'm an exhibitor. But they were so poorly managed they had EVERYONE walking out the same door so the regular visitors had to go THROUGH the industry and exhibitor security check. And then I had to go back all the way around to the front main steps (if you've been to AX its the dealers hall steps where everyone is cosplaying) and back around down to H hall where artist alley was. And I had a bag with me. So instead of me giving my bag to the bag check guy or having a separate one for people without exhibitor stuff they just had me walk through the metal detector anyway like dude I have a fucking ita bag on me~!!!!!!!!! Half of this stuff is METAL!!! And the same thing happened on Sunday except THAT check was moved to the front doors and EVERYONE had to go there. LIKE!?!??!? WHATS GOING ON LMAO. SO I tried to hand my bag to the bag check guy. I'm like its got metal in it? They're like no no just walk through. AND OF COURSE IT GOES OFF BC I TOLD THEM!!!!!! IT WAS METAL!!!!

And also during set up....they put artist alley near the back near the backdoors where there was a "beer garden" and food trucks and honestly the over priced quesadilla I had was really good but still....my poor wallet... But during set up as it got later in the day THE WIND started pouring in and knocked over a ton of set ups INCLUDING MY OWN. All my charms went flying bc my POS photo stand (I'm throwing it in the TRASH) fell over and all my prints were sliding around on the slide rails so I basically had to re-set up my entire display. So...thanks for that LACC as well.

AND THEN. On the last day LACC decided to not provide access to a freight elevator for artist alley. I'm not sure if the other end of the exhibit hall had to deal with this but since artist alley was down in the H Hall side of it there was ONE regular sized people elevator. And EVERYONE was trying to use it. We had to PAY to use the freight elevator. And the escalators which would have solved a lot of peoples problems who used suitcases like me....they were turned off the ENTIRE WEEKEND. They weren't even broken. They were just OFF. I guess they didn't want to pay for normal ass access to the floor. So the line to use the elevator was stretched from near the main entrance of dealers hall all the way down and back into H hall. And a bunch of us were like fuck it lets take the stairs but these are HEAVY cases of merchandise, prints, suitcases, photostands. ANOTHER massive ADA violation bc if someone has to wait that long just to use the elevator or try using the fucking stairs? Or if someone fell and hurt themselves taking their merch down??? The second suitcase when we got towards the bottom my leg almost gave out. I'm not like......super fit or in shape but I'm pretty sturdy but after a LONG THREE days of doing a convention I'm tired and hungry and frankly weak. Absolutely fuckin ridiculous.

This con was so fucking disorganized and a mess to attend. Like also I admittedly paid late but they still didn't tell me my table number until a few days before the con and they didn't TELL ME. They made me download THE FUCKING APP to get the information. Because they didn't put any of it on their website. None of the maps or artists lists were online unless you were like Scottie Young or one of the Hobbits lol

Will I do it again??? MMMMaybe????? Its a local con so its not like its hard to DO but its such a mess in terms of organization and the sales just aren't super hot bc yknow...lol its a local con??? and to be fair I had mostly vtuber stuff and not like....comic con stuff. But I'm getting better at my table display. I still need to make changes to get it perfect and I have to turn around and make merch for AI:LA as soon as possible TTnTT

I'm so tired OTL