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chvoswxtch · 2 years ago

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Hi! I’m so so sorry about all the blackwidow!reader requests, but I just had this idea. I’m not sure if you write for Elecktra but I was wondering if you could do a fic where Elecktra and the reader are sparring together and there’s obviously a little tense that leads to a makeout session?

hi nonnie! please don't apologize, I am loving all of them!!

thank you SO MUCH for requesting elektra. i've been wanting to write for her, but I hadn't had any ideas, so thank you!! I hope you don't mind i'm doing this one next, but as soon as I read your idea it hit me like lightning and I got really excited and admittedly carried away. 🙃

warning: contains mentions of blood & swearing. word count: 2.7k

get me.

“You’re not paying attention.”

“You’re being a pain in the ass.”

“And do you think your opponent is going to be tolerable? Would you find me more endearing with my blade against your throat? Surely, that would make you focus.”

Why the fuck you had agreed to train with Elektra in the first place? Oh right, you hadn’t. Jess had pawned you off on her since she was caught up in a case. God you would’ve rather trained alone than with her. The smirk that tugged at the corner of her mouth and the smug look plastered across her perfect face only fueled the anger simmering in your blood. You lunged forward to strike, but she was too quick, and with a swipe of her foot she sent you tumbling right on your ass with a grunt.

“Am I pissing you off?”

“Figured that out all on your own, did you?”

You grit through your ground teeth, pushing yourself up onto your feet as you pushed loose strands of hair away from your sweaty forehead.

“You’re letting me get to you.”

“You have a talent for that.”

Elektra’s lips quirked upwards in another proud smirk, tilting her head to the side slightly as her dark eyes traveled over your form. You’d been at this for at least two hours, and she hadn’t even broken a sweat. As much as you hated to admit it, she was good. Really fucking good. Deep down you knew she could teach you things the others couldn’t; things the others wouldn’t. Because as good as she was, she was also ruthless. She was the one you wanted to learn from, but you’d never tell her that.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

A shiver skyrocketed through your body when her velvet voice suddenly sounded right by your ear. When the hell did she move behind you? How did you miss that?

“How the f-”

“I told you, you’re not paying attention.”

A huff fell from your lips as you turned around to face her. Mischief was dancing around in her eyes, and for some reason that infuriated you further. This all seemed to be one big game to her, but you weren’t sure what the prize was.

“Why are you here?”

“Why are any of us here?”

“Cut the shit, Elektra. Why are you helping me?”

“Jessica asked me to.”

“And what’s in it for you?”

Elektra rolled her eyes as she took a few steps backward to lean against the ropes casually, giving you a pointed look accompanied by a dazzling smile.

“Do you really think so lowly of me, moonlight?”

You instantly tensed, furrowing your brows in confusion at the pet name. Elektra quirked one of her brows in return, lips splitting into a full blown charming grin.

“Sunshine doesn’t fit you. You’re too grumpy. But, still just as pretty. Now, shall we continue?”

“What’s in it for you?”

Elektra pursed her lips, letting out a deep exhale through her nose as she pushed herself off the ropes and stood in front of you.

“Is it really so hard for you to believe that I just want to help you?”

“Considering you have a history of being egotistical and self-involved, yes. Not to mention you nearly laid my ass out the first time we met.”

“Oh please, that was a love tap. And a complete accident, we’ve been over this. Get in position.”

“Elektra-”

“Get. In. Position.”

You dug your nails into your palms as she stared you down, tilting her head slightly in challenge. Deciding to disobey out of pure spite, you swung your right fist towards her jaw, letting out a cry of frustration as she caught your wrist and twisted it behind your back. She grabbed a handful of your ponytail, yanking your head back roughly against her chest as she spoke lowly in your ear.

“If you don’t start listening, I’m going to stop playing nice. Anger clouds your judgment. It makes you sloppy. Let it fuel you, but don’t let it consume you. Focus, Y/N.”

You hated the way she said your name. You hated how nice it sounded coming from her lips. Was it the accent? The cadence? The confidence in every word she spoke? Was it just her?

You yanked your hand away as she released it, rubbing away the soreness in your wrist as you closed your eyes for a moment and took a few deep breaths to steady yourself. She was right. You weren’t focusing. Granted it was hard to focus when she was the one you were supposed to focus on.

Let it go.

Once you felt like your head was finally clear, you opened your eyes and turned to face her. She stood up a little straighter, giving you a slight nod.

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

“Good. You know what to do. Show me you can.”

Let it fuel you. Don’t let it consume you.

You threw two punches that Elektra blocked easily, quickly stepping back before she could land a hit on you. The ghost of a satisfied smile crossed her lips as she watched you, circling around you like a predator. Your eyes darted fervently between her face and her footing, waiting for the perfect moment to attack. As she lunged forward, you sidestepped and landed a quick blow to her chest. She stumbled back only slightly, shaking her head slowly as you retreated.

“No. You’re not trying to last a round. You’re fighting for your life. One of us isn’t leaving this alive. Who’s it going to be?”

This was the difference between Elektra and the others. They were teaching you to protect yourself, and to use force if necessary. Elektra was teaching you to strike first. Eliminate the threat before they even have a chance to be a problem. They were teaching you justice. She was teaching you survival.

She showed you no mercy as she threw blow after blow to your chest, taking you down with a rough kick that nearly knocked the breath out of your lungs. You coughed as you tried to take in oxygen normally, turning your head to look at her with narrowed eyes. Her patience with you was clearly running thin. You could see displeasure cracking through her exquisitely carved features.

“Get me.”

Pushing yourself up to your feet, you lunged at her again. The two of you fell into a dance of sorts, trading punches and kicks to a tune only your ears could hear. Blood dripped from your nose after her fist collided with it, causing you to grimace as you took a step backwards.

“Quit holding back. I won’t hesitate to hurt you, and you shouldn’t either.”

“Yeah, I can fucking see that.”

Elektra’s hand was suddenly around your throat, nearly cutting off your air supply as she pulled you in so close that your noses were barely a centimeter apart.

“I won’t tell you again. Get. Me.”

Why were you pulling your punches on a woman that could kill a man with her bare hands? Why were you holding back? Whatever reason you had went out the window when you saw the ferocity burning in her eyes. She wasn’t going to let you off easily. You weren’t giving her what she wanted. You were barely even trying. She wanted you to prove yourself to her, and as much as you hated it, you wanted to prove yourself to her.

And this might be your only shot.

Grabbing onto Elektra’s wrist and the back of her neck, you headbutted her harshly, bringing your knee up to force her backwards as it knocked into her chest. She blocked one of your punches but you quickly threw another with your opposite, sending her back further with another powerful kick to her stomach. Once there was a distance between you both, you ran towards her to gain momentum, locking your legs around her neck as you flipped both of your bodies to bring her down onto the mat in the black widow move you had been practicing.

Elektra stared up at you with wide eyes as you had her body pinned beneath you, both of your thighs still locked around her head. Both of you panted heavily, silencing lingering for a few moments. Feeling a powerful surge of pride, you cocked your head to the side as you stared down at her with a smug half smirk.

“Got you.”

Elektra’s lips parted into a wide grin, and you noticed that her pupils had dilated slightly. Her hands moved upwards to grab onto your thighs, slender fingers digging softly into the material of your leggings.

“Where on Earth did you learn how to do that?”

“What, they didn’t teach you that in any of your fancy classes?”

“You really have been holding back on me.”

“They don’t teach me everything. Some stuff I have to learn on my own.”

“Well there’s a very important lesson they clearly haven’t taught you.”

“Which is?”

Elektra’s grip on your thighs tightened as she suddenly flipped you both over, quickly positioning herself on your hips as she pinned your hands tightly above your head. The wicked grin was back on her lips as she took in your shocked state, leaning in so close that your noses were almost touching again.

“Don’t assume your opponent is down for good until you put them down for good.”

Blinking a few times, you swiped your tongue over your lips, still tasting the metallic tang of blood that had been wiped away. The movement caught Elektra’s attention only for a split second before her eyes were back on yours.

“Yeah…they uh, didn’t teach me that.”

“I’ll teach you everything.”

“Why?”

Elektra shook her head slowly as her eyes wandered over your face, her features appearing softer than you had ever seen them before. The fire in her eyes was still there, but it was burning differently.

“Oh moonlight, you really don’t pay attention, do you?”

Before you had a chance to jumble the pieces in your brain into a somewhat cohesive picture, Elektra was leaning in to brush her lips against yours. You instantly froze, the movement so soft, you weren’t even sure it had happened. Her eyes flickered up to search yours, lips still hovering above your own. You weren’t sure what answer she was looking for, or what you were supposed to give her, but she must have found something.

Her lips were firmer this time as they pressed to yours, more certain as her hands gently squeezed your wrists to signal for you to relax. You slowly unclenched your palms, letting her hands snake up to take them, interlacing your fingers together in a delicate pattern. You gripped onto your bound hands tightly as your lips moved together in sync, lifting your head up slightly to be even closer, to reach even more of her. The scent of her ridiculously expensive perfume invaded your surroundings and made you feel light headed, or maybe that was just her. Elektra’s dark hair fell over you like a curtain, blocking some of the dull light in the old gym, making it feel like the two of you had snuck away to some place only meant for the two of you.

The warmth of her tongue gliding along your bottom lip, gently demanding entry, had you gasping into her mouth. A hushed giggle vibrated against your lips, and suddenly, she was gone. Your eyes snapped open, staring up at her above you, bathed in amber light like an ethereal goddess of some kind. She let go of one of your hands, lightly tracing her fingertip along your cheekbone as she started down at you.

“Does that clear things up for you?”

You couldn’t find your voice. The past few minutes felt like a fever dream, and you weren’t sure they had been real. You nodded your head slowly in response, unable to break her hypnotizing gaze.

“Did I break you?”

Elektra inquired with a playful tone, arching one of her dark brows as she continued to outline your jaw with her index finger, a knee-weakening smile splitting her lips.

“No.”

“She speaks!”

You closed your eyes for a moment, letting out a deep exhale through your nose as you tried to regain your bearings and figure out what the fuck just happened. A gentle tap on your nose had your eyes fluttering open as you stared up at Elektra curiously.

“Hey, I wasn’t making fun of you. I’m just as breathless as you are. I promise.”

“I can’t tell.”

“I kissed you, if you recall.”

A nervousness settled in the pit of your stomach as you stared up at Elektra. You weren’t sure what this meant, if it meant anything to her at all, or where to go from here. There were a lot of uncertainties swirling around in your head that you couldn’t silence.

“So…what now?”

“Well, I’d say we’ve both earned a nice, long hot shower. And considering you did so well today, I think you deserve a little extra treat. Don’t you?”

Your lips parted slightly as scarlet spread furiously across the tops of your cheeks and over your slightly heaving chest. There was an undertone lingering beneath those words Elektra wasn’t even bothering to mask, and it made you dizzy. Clearly pleased with her affect on you, she leaned in again to gently brush her lips over yours, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Tell me, moonlight, have you ever seen New York City from a penthouse?”

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hagelpoint-3821 · 1 year ago

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Thankful For Us

Chapter 7

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

Summary: After a nice peaceful night of sleep, Brandon gets up and makes breakfast for both him and Sydnee. Sydnee also is starting to learn the true colors of her sister.

TW: Family disagreement and not getting along

Notes: I am so so sorry for the long delay in post of this fic. Life has been absolutely bonkers after I had my surgery. I went through some mental things also. I am hoping that now with the blog updates and changes I will be able to upload more regularly.

Word Count: 2138

When morning comes around, I wake up and Brandon is still asleep next to me, I wiggle out of his arms.

“Mm Sydnee, come back to bed.” He groans in his sleep.

His deep Morning voice filling the room, holy shit I could listen to him tell me all the dirty things he would do to me in his sexy morning voice.

*Jesus sydnee it’s not even 7 in the morning and you’re already horny. Control yourself woman.* I tell myself as I stand up.

“I got to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” I laugh softly, going to the bathroom and then come back to bed, “there, see? I’m back.”

“Mhm, right back where you should be.” He mumbles.

*Fuck that damn morning voice.* I say to myself as I lay back in his arms, “do you have a game today?”

“Yes, I have practice in a few hours and then I’ll come back and get you if you want to go to the game tonight.”

“Well of course I want to go.” I smile at him.

“Give me a few more minutes to wake up and I’ll make us breakfast.”

“Oh so a man that can play hockey and cook? Sexy.” I smirk.

“You’re damn right baby.” He smirks.

“Oh lord.” I roll my eyes and laugh, “what have I gotten myself into?”

“Oh like you don’t love it.” He laughs, kisses me and gets up. “Okay, okay I’m up.”

“‘Bout time. I’m hungry.”

“Alright sassy ass.” He rolls his eyes playfully.

“And you love it.”

“Sure do.” He leans down and kisses me again.

“Hurry upppppp. I’m hungry! No more kisses until you get breakfast started.”

Shock fills his face, “wow, so you’re going to play that game? That’s harsh!”

An evil smirk comes across my face, “well.”

“Okay, she’s serious.” He laughs and goes to the bathroom.

I laugh and lay flat out on his bed, I really have never been this happy before and nothing can take this away from me.

When he comes out of the bathroom he looks at me and laughs, “you comfy?”

“Very much so.” I open my eyes and look at him.

“I’m going to the kitchen, wanna come help?”

“Sure why not, just a warning I’m not very good around the kitchen.”

“No worries, I got it under control. I just want the company.” He smiles softly at me.

“You’re such a softie.”

“Am not.” He crosses his arms.

“Ohh but Brandon you are!”

“I am not!”

I stand up and walk to him, “okay, then explain last night.” I cross my arms and match his stance.

He thinks for a minute, “okay you for me there.”

“My point exactly.” I say as I turn and walk into the kitchen.

He chuckles and walks behind me, I jump up on the kitchen counter and look over at him.

“What do you want for breakfast?”

“You…” I mumble to myself, not thinking he would hear me.

He smirks, “that’s for later.”

“Oh my god you heard that?” I blush a deep red.

“Mhm. I sure did.”

I’m too stunned to speak, I turn away from him so he can’t see my face.

“No no no you come here.” He laughs and then me back around.

“Stop it! Nooo!” I Squeal with laughter.

He laughs and pulls me to the end of the counter and laces our fingers together. “Yes, I heard that. And it was cute.” He has a soft smile on his face, “but seriously, what do you want for breakfast? I want to cuddle and relax before I leave for practice.”

“Waffles and bacon?” I look at him.

“Sounds like a plan, I’ll get it started.” He smiles, kisses my forehead and then walks to the fridge to get the things he needs to get breakfast started.

I grab my phone, scrolling through social media without a care in the world when I decide to text Jess.

Sydnee- First night here and AMAZING.

Jess- Yeah?

Sydnee- He is the world biggest cuddle bug, and his bed is illegally comfortable

Jess- Is that so?

Sydnee- Very much so, hey you okay? Your answers are short. Like you don’t care.

Jess- If you want me to be honest, I think you’re falling way too quickly for him. You know nothing about him, it’s been like just two days since you met, and you’re already dating, staying at his house, and you say you love each other. Don’t you think you’re moving too fast?

Sydnee- You sound literally just like dad. God forbid the little sister finally be happy. If you didn’t want me to be happy then you should have said so. I’ll talk to you when you get home, that is if I’m home.

I jump down off the counter, going to his room and toss my phone on his bed, then walk out to him, “need anything help with anything?”

“Um no I don’t think so.” He turns his head and smiles at me.

I nod and sit at the kitchen table.

His eyes follow me, “woah what’s wrong?”

I shake my head softly, trying to hold it together. He quickly walks over to me. Squatting in front of me.

“What’s wrong baby? Hey, talk to me.” He grabs my hands.

“It’s my freaking sister. She thinks that I’m moving way too fast, and basically doesn’t want me to be happy. She sounds exactly like our father. I can’t handle that. She can go out and do god knows what, with god knows now and I never say a word, but when I find a good one, probably the best thing that has ever happened to me, I get judged for it.”

He doesn’t say anything, he just stands and hugs me tightly, “I’m sorry baby, you don’t deserve that.”

I keep my head on his chest until I’m calmed down, “okay.. okay, I’m okay now.”

“Who cares what her or anyone else thinks, what happens between these four walls is no one’s business but our own. I love you Sydnee.”

I look up and smile softly, “and I love you Brandon.”

“Good,” he smiles, “now I’m going to finish making breakfast.”

I smile softly as he walks away from me, I prop my elbows up on the table, resting my chin on my hands and watch him cook, thinking to myself.

*Wow, he truly is the perfect man, and we really are in love with each other.* I’m lost in my own thoughts until I hear a plague being set down in front of me.

“Breakfast is ready.” He says softly.

“Oh, thank you.” I smile softly, “sorry, lost in my own head.”

“It’s okay, Watcha thinking about in that pretty head of yours?” He asked as he sets his plate down and sits next to me.

“Just life honestly. Watching you make breakfast made me realize that I could live this life every day and be perfectly okay with it.”

His face lights up, “I would love to wake up every day and do this with you.”

I smile softly at him and we eat in a comfortable silence, small looks and smiles being exchanged between the two of us from time to time.

When we finish, he stands and grabs my plate before I have the chance to, “you did dishes last night, I’m going to do them this morning.”

“But you made breakfast.” I counter.

“Okay and? You did them last night.”

“So? I helped make this mess.”

“And I said I got it,” he smiles “baby you don’t need to worry about pleasing me, I’m not like that.”

I never had someone say that to me, I don’t know what to say so I just hug him tightly. He sets the plates down and wraps his arms around me, sighing happily.

“I have never had someone treat me like this, so I’m sorry for being this way. It’s just who I am.”

“Syd, baby, it’s okay. I know you have had a rough past, but I’m here and I’m not going to let you struggle like that again. We are in this together now.”

“You really are a good send. I love you so much.” I smile at him.

“I love you too, now go relax and I’ll join you in a few minutes after I get this cleaned up.”

I nod and smile softly, walking to the living room and curling up on the couch under a blanket, turning on the tv. A couple minutes later I feel Brandon lift the blanket and sit down beside me, he puts his arm around and pulls me into his side.

“So when do you have to go to practice?”

He pulls his phone out of his pocket to look at the time, I was able to see his Lock Screen which was a picture of me I didn’t realize he had taken.

“Awe baby,” I smile brightly at him.

He looks down at me and grins, “what? Also to answer your question, 2 hours.”

“Perfect, sounds like a 2 hour cuddle and nap session.”

“Oh you and your naps, so cute but sounds like a great idea to me.”

“Okay listen, I haven’t slept this well in months due to my depression and anxiety, so now I have to make up for lost time, and I want to do that with you.”

“That’s fine it’s me, it’s still early enough in the morning anyways so let’s get that nap.”

“Mm okay, I’m napping here, I’m way too comfortable to move.”

He laughs softly, “whenever you’re comfy is where I’m comfy.“

“Then stay here,” I yawn.

“Go to sleep beautiful.” He kisses the top of my head and I rest my head on his chest.

“I love you.” I say softly and fall asleep.

When I wake up, Brandon is still asleep on the couch, so I lay there quietly and okay with his hands until he wakes up. He wakes a few minutes later but lays there, smiling softly and lets me keep doing what I am doing.

He sighs happily, “I don’t want to go practice, this moment right here is too perfect to break.”

“Yes it is perfect, I don’t want you to leave either,” I look up at him, “I don’t know what I’m going to do while you’re gone.”

He chuckles, “well I do have a list of things that I need from the store, do you think you could get them for me while I’m gone?”

“Sure! Gives me something to do today, might go down to the lake to for a bit, it is a beautiful day out for it being March in Chicago.”

“Yes it is,” he laces our fingers together. “Just be careful, people are crazy anymore.”

“Of course baby.” I look over his shoulder and at the clock, “you should probably get going. I don’t want to be the reason you’re late.”

“But I want to stay hereee.” He groans playfully.

I laugh softly and move off him, “come on you gotta get up.”

He glares at me and then laughs, “alright I’m up. Let me get you that list and then I’ll get going.” He gets up and walk into the kitchen

I turn so my hands are resting on the back of the couch, I lay my head on my hands, smiling as I watch him walk away.

He comes back with a list, and hands it to me and his card, buy yourself something too, and make sure you get some lunch while you’re at it.”

He gets his shoes on and grabs his car keys and then walks back to me, “I’m usually gone about 4 hours, so it’s 10:30, practice is at 11. I should be back around 3, the game is at 7:30 so we need to be leaving here around 5:30.”

“Honey I can’t remember all that,” we both laugh. “How about you just tell me when to be ready for the game tonight. That sounds like a much better plan.”

“Sure babe. If that’s what it takes.”

“Okay, now get going before you’re late.”

He leans down and kisses me “I love you.”

“I love you too.” I smile and kiss him back.

Once he is gone I sit on the couch for a bit, enjoying the peace and quiet before getting in the shower. Once I finish I just throw my hair up in a messy bun, throw on a pair of leggings and yet again another one of Brandon’s hoodies. It’s official, I’m never wearing my own clothes again and he is never getting any of his clothes back.

I throw my shoes on and walk out of the house, while I’m out and about, Brandon is at practice.

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cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien · 10 months ago

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New Solar Opposites Episode #5: “The Kids Get Taken” (by @avaveevo)

It starts with Korvo and Terry sleeping until Lili starts crying

Korvo: *moans* Oh there there Lili. Daddy is here. *hops out of bed*

Korvo walks up to Lili's crib and picks her up

Korvo: Shh… shh

Then, Korvo starts singing a lullaby to Lili.

[KORVO]

Little sproutling, you are safe.

There is no to be afraid.

I am here right here in the night.

Don’t fear because I am here.

Little sproutling, it’s okay.

I will never go sailing away from you…

Lili coos and falls asleep

Korvo: Oh my sweet little sprout… *kisses Lili on the forehead and puts her back in her crib*

Terry: *yawns* I really love that lullaby you sang to our baby.

Korvo: Well, Janiz used to sing it to me when I couldn't sleep. I find it calming.

Terry: Aw, that was when you were sproutling too huh? Aw, lil baby Korvy…

Korvo blushes as he smiles

Korvo: Oh Terry…

Terry pulls Korvo into a kiss

Terry: Come here!

The two husbands kiss as they moan lovingly. Terry unbuttons Korvo's nightgown

Korvo: *giggles in infatuation* Terry…

Terry: Wanna feel beautiful?

Korvo: Oh yes… take me away!

Terry pins Korvo on the bed as they kiss

Korvo: Oh Terry… oh… *moans lovingly*

Terry: Get ready! *turns Korvo over* I saw this on Starz.

Korvo: *cries out lovingly* What the fuck… *moans lovingly*

The next morning, Evil Terry is sharpening his knife

Evil Terry: *sighs* Much better. Wonder how other me and those kids are doing?

Then, Korvo walk out of the kitchen while carrying Lili in a baby hangar, to find Terry and the kids painting another mural on the ceiling, but this time Korvo is amazed. *like the Gargoyle Ray Episode*

Korvo: Terry, are you painting another mural again?

Terry: Yeah. I know you're mad but-

Korvo: Oh no. I think it’s actually very creative and-

Jesse: *gets red paint splatted in her face by Yumyulack* Hey! Yumyulack! You got fucking paint in my face!

Yumyulack: *sprays red paint out with a paint gun* Choke on this Jesse!

Then, Sonya sprays aquamarine paint on Yumyulack who yelps.

Yumyulack: *screams in rage* Sonya! You little bitch! I’m gonna kill you!

Sonya: *sprays on Yumyulack; playfully* Make me!

Sonya accidently hits Korvo.

Korvo: Whoa! *smiling* you really got me there honey.

Sonya: Oops. Sorry Korvo.

Janiz and Kimber comes in and shock by the mess the kids are making as Terry join in on the paint fight.

Janiz: Oh my goodness. What a mess.

The family stops fighting.

Terry: Sorry. We were just having a paint fight.

Kimber laughs

Korvo: *chuckles* Okay, now you made me brought at the big guns for this art fight. *brings out the gargoyle ray* bring it on you motherfuckers!

Terry: *playfully* Bring it on, you beautiful smartass!

Janiz gasps.

Janiz: Wait wait! This is wrong… *gets out a mega paint gun* Ain’t fun without a huge amount of paint!

Yumyulack: Oh yeah!

The family starting playfully art fighting again as Korvo began have fun while holding Lili carefully. However, some of the blast of the gargoyle ray starts hitting at the house of the Solars’ mean-spirit neighbor Colleen.

Korvo: Oh shit.

Despite this, the family resume doing paint fighting again. The scene cuts to Colleen screaming in rage.

Colleen: Ugh! Not again! These neighbors are driving me crazy! Now they’re turning everything into gargoyles! The dog, now a gargoyle! The Mona Lisa, gargoyle! The phone, Gargoyle! That does it! I am calling Child Protective Services!

A few hours later, the family is exhausted

Korvo: Man, that was sweet-ass paint fight. I even love the mural you made. What is this time?

Terry: Mona Pupa.

Jesse giggles. The family look up at the mural of Pupa as Mona Lisa. Korvo sighs lovingly at Terry as he began to feel grateful into having Terry in his life.

Korvo: Terry-bear?

Terry: Yes?

Korvo: I love you so much...

Terry: *smiling* I love you too Korvy…

Korvo and Terry are about to kiss but... then, the family heard on a knock on the door, which caused the Solars to turn into their human forms. Human Kimber opens the door.

Human Kimber: Yes?

Suddenly, Child Protective Services bust through the house while one of them shoves Human Kimber.

Human Kimber: Hey!

Child Protective Service Officer: Everyone, freeze! Child Protection Services! We got an ominous tip that someone had been turning children into gargoyles in this house!

Human Korvo: What?! No! We weren't-

The Protective Service Officers look at the grown ups and then at the kids, as they realize Human Yumyulack, Human Jesse, Human Pupa, Sonya and Human Lili are the children.

Child Protection Service Officer: Ah-ha! These three teenagers, toddler and baby must be the children.

Human Yumyulack: Yeah. What's it to ya?

Child Protection Service Officer: You children are coming with us!

Human Korvo: What?! The hell they aren’t!

Human Terry: Yeah! You can’t take our kids away from us!

A Child Protection Service officer grabs Human Jesse's arm.

Human Jesse: *screams* Terry! Korvo! Help!

Human Terry gasps and grabs onto Human Jesse's other arm.

Human Terry: No! My baby! Don’t take my baby!

Child Protection Service Officer: Sir, I order you to let her go!

Human Terry: My baby!

Human Terry breaks down into tears as Human Korvo comforts him.

Human Yumyulack and Sonya: *gets grabbed by Child Protection Services* Aaah! Hey! Let us go you monsters! You motherfuckers! Fucking let us go! Korvo, Terry, help!

Human Pupa: *gets grabbed by one of the CPS officers; screams* Korvo! Terry! Help!

Human Korvo: Don't worry! We'll find a way to save you!

Then, the CPS Officer takes Human Lili away from Human Korvo as she starts crying.

Human Korvo: No! Lili!

The kids starts panicking and screaming as the CPS shoved them into the CPS as the adults watch in horror and distraught. As the CPS drive away Human Terry has a panic attack as he turns back into his Shlorpian form.

Terry: *panicking* Oh my God! My baby! My babygirl! Our babies! Those fuckers took our babies away from us!

Human Korvo gasps and turns back into his Shlorpian form as he comforts Terry

Korvo: Don’t worry Terry, we’ll find a way to rescue our kids.

Korvo has an idea.

Korvo: Okay. Janiz, Kimber, Evil Terry, get the AIs and meet me and Terry in our new family bus! We got a rescue mission to save our kids!

Human Evil Terry: Got it!

Korvo and Terry into their human forms as they go papa wolf.

Human Terry: Child Protective Services...YOU MET YOUR FUCKING MATCH!

Human Korvo: Come on Terry, we got five little sprouts to save!

Human Terry: Right! *kisses Korvo on the neck*

Human Korvo moans lovingly. Then, the scene cuts to the CPS with the Wingstop. Human Jesse is sobbing.

Sonya: Aw, don’t worry Jesse. Our daddies, Auntie Janiz, Kimber, Evil Terry and our AIs will come rescue us.

Human Jesse: *sniffles* I hope so...

Human Yumyulack: *stress eating chicken wings* Oh man, I am freaking out so much that I am stress eating those wings from Wingstop!

Sonya sighs.

Human Pupa: *comforting human Lili* There there Lili. Pupa’s here.

Human Lili: *cries*

Human Yumyulack: Aw, don’t cry Lili. *picks up Lili and soothes her* It’s gonna be okay. Our daddies will come save us.

The Replicants, Pupa and Lili then turns back into their aliens forms. Unknown to them, the CPS Officers saw the whole thing on camera.

Child Protective Services Officer: What?! They can shapeshift?!

CPS Officer #2: Did you see what those three kids and baby just did? I think we might finally have the right ones for Project Dark Brilliance. *calls someone; whispering* My Little Pony Omega Code 3. *hangs up phone* Franklin, get them ready for transport!

Meanwhile with the adults

Human AISHA: Okay. We’re tracking them down right now! I can see the five dots moving. Those must be the kids. They’re heading somewhere else now away from the CPS and Wingstop!

Human Terry: Where's that?

Human EVA: They’re heading to… Javier’s Scool and Secret Government Where We Do Things to Kids?!

Human Korvo gasps and then something in him snaps.

Human Korvo: THEY’RE GONNA EXPERIMENT ON MY KIDS?!

Human Korvo steps on the pedal, causing the bus to speed up. Human Terry then looks at the location and gasp as he remembers the place from the “Gargoyle Ray” episode.

Human Terry: Oh my God! I’ve been there before! Remember when Korvo and I got taken away by CPS?! I went to that place where I was saved by some doctor lady! I don’t know who she is but she thought I was a kid.

Human Evil Terry then remembers who the doctor woman is

Human Evil Terry: Wait? You met her once?

Human Terry: Yeah. Why do you ask?

Human Evil Terry: I think… I’ve seen her before…

Human Korvo: How do you know?

Human Evil Terry: I know her name. Dr. Weatherstone.

Human Terry and Human Korvo gasp

Human Terry: Wait?! You met her too?! How?!

A flashback plays of Human Evil Terry blushing when he looks at Dr. Weatherstone.

Human Evil Terry: Hmm?

The flashback ends

Human Evil Terry: To be honest, she seems so nice and… *blushing while sighing lovingly* and kinda cute.

Human Terry: Oooh! Someone's in love.

Human Evil Terry gasp and blushes while smiling.

Human Evil Terry: Yeah. I guess I am...

Human Terry: Aw I’m so happy for you. I mean love is pretty complicated but hey! I got it from my Korvy. Who is the most sweetest…

Human Terry’s voice muffles as Human Korvo looks at him lovingly.

[KORVO]

When I was five, I fell in love It didn't last

He ran from me

Literally ran from me

And being Kenyan

He ran fast

When I was ten, in love again

This peace corps guy I waited hours

Inside his tent with flowers

Which made him laugh

Which made me cry

By 13, I gave up trying I decided I would be a mathematician

'Cause math is real I memorized a lot of pi

Because additions, and subtractions, and division

Would never make me feel so stupid with love

Like I didn't get it I didn't get it, somehow

Smart with math, but stupid with love

I didn't get it I didn't get it 'til now

Do you have an eraser? I would love to

So thank you, math, for being there

To bring me joy

And thank you, math

'Cause now brought me this cute boy!

Is it two? Yes!

He's like someone from TV

He's like that guy who give out roses to those women

His clothes, his grooming

And he's a foot away from me

With swoopy hair and shiny eyes that I could swim in

He is live and in the room!

And I'm stupid with love I wanna get it I wanna to get it, but how? Smart with math, but stupid with love

I wanna get it

I didn't get it 'til now

Two over zero is undefined (two over zero is undefined)

Jinx Ha!

I'm astounded and non-plussed I am filled with calculust

Does this guy work out?

He must All sweaty at the gym

Could that image be more hot? Let me just enjoy that thought

School was rough but now, it's not

'Cause now there's him

It's all so simple

Stupid with love

But I can get it

Watch this Shlorpian self-educate

I learned math so I can learn love

You wanna bet it?

That I can get it?

Just wait

Just wait!

Human Korvo: Oh Terry!

Human Korvo jumps into Human Terry's arms and laughs

Human Terry: Whoa! *gets pulled in for a French kiss as the two husbands moan lovingly*

Human Janiz smiles. The scene then cuts to Javier’s School and Secret Government Where We Do Things to Kids?! where Dr. Weatherstone is checking on the recruits until she saw the Replicants, Pupa and Lili shapeshift back into their alien forms while her boss comes in.

Javier: Dr. Weatherstone, how are the new recruits!

Dr. Weatherstone: They're doing alright. And their shapeshifting powers are phenomenal!

Javier: What?! *sees the Replicants, Pupa and Lili* Those four out of those five children must be perfect! We must prep for surgery immediately!

Dr. Weatherstone: But sir, this is wrong.

Javier: Enough of this Weatherstone! You already failed last time with one of them last year, but this time it’s personal! Evil shit is finally going down!

Dr. Weatherstone: But sir-

Javier laughs evilly as he left. Dr. Weatherstone then makes a drastic decision.

Dr. Weatherstone: Oh my God… this isn’t right. I gotta help those five innocent angels! *hears a doorbell* Oh yeah taco salad, come to mama!

Meanwhile with the adults, they’ve finally arrived at the secret lab. Human Evil Terry gets out his knife and opens the hatch. The adults break in as they search everywhere for help.

Human Terry: HELP! *starts tearing up* PLEASE HELP!

Human Korvo: Hey hey! Easy Terry! What’s wrong?!

Human Terry: I'm looking for help!

Human Janiz: Well, these people can’t be trusted! Why do you want help now?!

Dr. Weatherstone suddenly appears

Dr. Weatherstone: What the hell?! Hey, you guys aren’t allowed in here! What’s going on?!

Human Terry: Hey! Nice to see you again!

Dr. Weatherstone: What the fuck?! Have we met?!

The adults look at each other and nod before turning into their Shlorpian forms

Terry: Now you remember me?!

Dr. Weatherstone gasps

Dr. Weatherstone: Wait a minute, I know you. You’re that adult that I thought was a kid.

Terry: Yep.

Evil Terry blushes upon seeing Dr. Weatherstone

Evil Terry: Hey good looking.

Dr. Weatherstone: Hey, it's you. *blushes* Good to see you again...

Evil Terry: That’s right. Glad you’re not freaked out by my true appearance.

Dr. Weatherstone smiles as Evil Terry puts a hand on her cheek.

Evil Terry: *seductively* Mmm, tell you what. Those glasses are pretty fetching to me.

Dr. Weatherstone gets flustered

Dr. Weatherstone: *blushes* Oh wow. No one has ever told me that. Thank you. But then again, what are you all doing here?

Korvo: We're here for our kids.

Terry: Those monsters are gonna experiment on our babies!

Dr. Weatherstone gasps

Dr. Weatherstone: What?!

The adults rushed in the room where Dr. Weatherstone plays the last footage of the kids when they arrived here.

Dr. Weatherstone: *points to the Replicants, Pupa, Sonya and Lili* These five are your kids?!

Terry: Yeah, that's them!

Korvo: Those are our two sons and three daughters!

The adults rush to save the kids.

Korvo: Hang on kids! Daddy’s coming!

Meanwhile with the kids...

Jesse: Um guys, don’t you get the feeling this whole school is shady?

Yumyulack: Yeah...

Sonya: I know. Plus, I don’t think this Javier guy is very nice. He seems a bit suspicious don’t you think.

Jesse: Yeah. Better turn back into our human forms before he comes back.

The kids turn into their human forms. Suddenly... Javier came in and traps the kids with kid-size claws, except for human Lili.

Human Yumyulack: What the fuck is happening now?!

Human Lili: *cries*

Javier: Got you kids now! Time to commence Project Dark Brilliance!

Suddenly Javier is knocked out by Human MAX

Javier: Ugh! What the fuck?!

The human adults arrive as the kids gasp in joy

Human Yumyulack: Korvo!

Human Jesse and Human Pupa: Terry!

Sonya: Auntie Janiz and Kimber!

Human AISHA: Don’t forget about us!

Human Korvo picks up Human Lili

Human Lili: *cries but then calms down upon seeing her daddy and babbles in joy*

Human Korvo: Hey, Lili...

Human Lili hugs her daddy’s face while the kids run over and hugs their dads, aunts, AIs and parental substitutes.

Human Kimber: Are you kids okay?

Human Jesse: *crying as she hugs Human Terry* Oh we miss you guys so much!

Human Terry: I know you did, baby. I know...

Human Yumyulack: *hugging Human Korvo while weeping* We thought we never see you guys again…

Human Korvo comforts his son.

Human Korvo: *softly rubbing Human Yumyulack’s back* Shh.. it’s okay my little sprout… daddy’s here.

Human Pupa: Auntie!

Human Pupa starts crying as he embraces Human Janiz who laughs and comforts Human Pupa. Dr. Weatherstone smiles.

Dr. Weatherstone: You guys really are great parents.

Human Terry: Yeah, we know...

Javier gets up as he growls as the family.

Javier: What the fuck are you doing?! You sick sci-fi pricks are ruining everything!

Human Jesse: Uh oh.

Javier: Dr. Weatherstone! I just happened to be here for the Project Dark Brilliance, and this is what I see when we adjourn? My assistant associating with confused, insignificant sci-fi lowlifes? Socializing with their kind is not how you move up in this secret lab! Come, Dr. Weatherstone!

Dr. Weatherstone: *finally putting her foot down* No sir!

Javier: Excuse me?

Dr. Weatherstone: You've spent your life acting like a monster and raised me to follow in your footsteps! At first I thought this was fine, but then I finally realized I wanted something you don't have – a family!

Javier: That's enough, Dr. Weatherstone! Step away from those monsters!

Dr. Weatherstone: These are the Solar Opposites, and they are my friends! You need to stop calling them such mean and fucking disgusting names! They are working harder to fit in than anyone I've ever seen! And they will get them exactly when they discover their true selves, which I guarantee will be amazing! Now, will you please leave those kids alone?!

Javier is shocked by Dr. Weatherstone putting her foot down

Javier: What?! After all we’ve work so hard on?!

Dr. Weatherstone: Yeah.

Javier: *snapping* Why you little…

Human Korvo kicks Javier in the face.

Human Korvo: That’s for trying to dissect my kids, you fucker!

The Solars leave with Dr. Weatherstone following them

Dr. Weatherstone: *to Javier* Oh and by the way… I quit!

Human Evil Terry smiles. Dr. Weatherstone slammed the door shut as she and the Solars run to their bus. During the drive home, Evil Terry and Dr. Weatherstone look at each other and blush as romantic music plays

Evil Terry: I have to admit. You were pretty brave.

Dr. Weatherstone smiles and removes her hair tie.

Dr. Weatherstone: *giggles while blushing* Thanks.

Evil Terry blushes because Dr. Weatherstone is beautiful with her hair down

Evil Terry: You look very pretty with that hair down. You even have a cute smile.

Dr. Weatherstone blushes and leans in and kisses Evil Terry on the cheek

Dr. Weatherstone: Thank you… for helping me stand up for myself and for you guys too…

Evil Terry smiles and surprises Dr. Weatherstone by kissing her on the lips. The two started to main lovingly as they continue to kiss while the kids look away and cover their eyes in disgust.

Yumyulack, Jesse, Pupa and Sonya: Eew. Gross. Come on, boo! Yucky! Aw guys, right now?! Yuck! Blegh!

Evil Terry and Dr. Weatherstone stop kissing and blush

Evil Terry: Wow. Best kiss ever.

Dr. Weatherstone: Did you enjoy it?

Evil Terry nods and chuckles.

Evil Terry: Yes I did.

The couple kisses again as Terry smiles.

Terry: *to himself* Glad he is really happy… *then looks at Korvo lovingly* just like I am..

Korvo blushes and smiles.

Korvo: Aw thanks honey. *kisses Terry on the lips*

The Solars arrive home and Evil Terry carries Dr. Weatherstone to the bedroom

Evil Terry: *seductively* Say, you wanna have some fun, sugar?

Dr. Weatherstone: *giggles* You know it.

Evil Terry and Dr. Weatherstone take off their clothes as they makeout and starts to have sex for the first time as they moan lovingly while Evil Terry dominates Dr. Weatherstone.

Dr. Weatherstone: *moans* Ooooh! That feels so good! Yes!

Evil Terry: *moans* Oooh! Watch out! I seen this on Starz!

Dr. Weatherstone: Oh, what the fuck... *moans*

Evil Terry: Oh baby! *moans* you make me feel sooo hot and goooood

Evil Terry plays with Dr. Weatherstone's boobs

Dr. Weatherstone: Oh baby! *moans lovingly* keep doing that thing! Ooooh!

Meanwhile with the others, the kids are hugging their dads because they are happy to be back home.

Jesse: We're glad everything's back to normal. *hears Evil Terry and Dr. Weatherstone having sex and groans in disgust*

Terry: I’m so happy our five little rascals are home safe and sound!

Yumyulack: Thanks guys.

Lili: *coos*

Korvo: Oh we missed you too Lili. *tickles Lili chin as she giggles*

Evil Terry and Dr. Weatherstone come down the stairs

Evil Terry: So, how are you kids feeling? Pretty sleepy after long day?

The kids nod tiredly

Yumyulack: Yeah. *yawns* Today's been crazy...

Jesse, Sonya and Pupa: *tiredly* Yeah…

Later, Korvo tucks the children into bed and closes the door.

Korvo: I am so happy our children are back home, safe and sound.

Terry: Me too.

Korvo: *yawns* Shall we head to our bedroom, my darling Terry-bear?

Terry: Yeah...

The two husbands then head to their bedroom. A few seconds later, Korvo tucks Lili to bed and gives her a kiss on the forehead as she coos in her sleep. The two husband then tuck themselves in as they kiss each other good night.

Korvo: Good night Terry-bear…

Terry: Night, Korvy...

The two husbands kiss each other on the lips good night and heads to sleep as they snuggle and cuddle with each other lovingly.

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years ago

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“Well, I mean there’s pros and cons to both. Pro, I can keep an eye on both of you and kick Jack’s ass as needed and the con? Well, living with your baby daddy who at one point wanted nothing to do with you or his child.” NO LIES WERE FUCKING TOLD!!

“A title that I embrace. I can’t stand his ass and how he did the both of you. Wait until I get my hands on him. Send me the time and place I WANNA WHOOP SOME ASS TO!! & and I’ll even record 🤭

“Okay Harlow, you listen and you better listen good. Y/N is my best friend and I swear on everything that is within God’s green earth that if you even think about going back on your word that I have no hesitations to kill you even if you are my goddaughter’s father.” YESSS JESSS PUT👏🏽 A👏🏽 WEAK👏🏽 BITCH👏🏽 IN👏🏽THEY👏🏽 FUCKIN👏🏽 PLACE👏🏽

“Hmm, you are tall. She wasn’t lying about that part. But I will bring you to my height if I have to. Anyway she’s still sleeping, take care of my girl. Nice meeting you in person finally, I guess.”I love how she told his ass off before they even met IRL 😭 like YESSS BITCHHH LET THAT HOE KNOW U AINT PLAYIN ABT YO GIRL!!

“Well if things had gone a bit differently, she wouldn’t have had to do that. But anyway, moving on.” TELL HIM!! Jess took it lightly HE LUCKY HE AINT GET HIS WHITE ASS BEAT!

"You've seen the latest sonogram. Only thing she might have is your forehead.” God bless YN’S VAGINA 😌 THAT BABY BIG HEAD FINNA TEAR IT TF UP 😭

"But babe…" Boy don’t babe her, you lucky she even thinkin abt it and not js sayin NO FUCK U!

"I'm not trying to have this turn into an argument." Jack said while looking at you. It don’t seem like it JACKMAN 😑

Jess, I haven't felt her move in two days." Please don’t make me cry, REE I CANT DO THIS TODAY 😭

"But you know what I've noticed? Any time we're in Atlanta he disappears for days at a time and he used to not do that. So I'm thinking if anything that's where he's going." Jack is soooo fuckin dumb, like did you rlly think they wouldn’t notice 😒

"Family emergency. Something's wrong with Clay." Honey just stop lyin 😐

Jack- He's fine. Will stay with my parents for a few days. This is really really embarrassing for you Jackman 😕

"His location is saying that he is at the hospital."THIS IDIOT DIDNT TURN HIS LOCATION OFF?!?! Jack did you wanna get caught?? Cause like sir wtf

"Thank you and almost 7 months." H- h- HOLD THE FUCK UP 6 MONTHS THIS WHITE BOY HAS BEEN HIDING THIS FOR NEARLY 7!MONTHS?? I’m thinking maybe 3, 4 if I wanted to push it. BUT SHES ABT TO POP AND THIS BOY STILL HASN’T TOLD ANYONE!? Is he fucking mental 🤨

“He really wasn’t even there for the first four.” You heard Jess mutter, but Clay heard her. WAIT WAS THIS ADDRESSED IN OTHER PARTS & I DONT REMEMBER?? Cause now I’m pissed off all over again 😕

“Jess, please stop throwing me under the bus.” If you wasn’t bullshitin there would be nothing to throw

“They checked on her and said she’s fine, and that she really was sleeping. I just don’t ever remember her sleeping for that long. Like I said, any time she hears his voice, she’s active.” She said I’m tired of my daddy’s shit, wake me up when it’s my time to come out & he stop playin games ✌🏽

“Nope, they were friends with benefits and they met on the Creme De La Creme tour in Atlanta and have been fucking ever since.” Okay damn just put they business out they like that 😭

OKAY PART 2 COMING!!

Jess plays absolutely NO games with him and she'll probably continue to threaten him on a daily basis 😭

Yes he has been hiding her for that long!

The first 4 he was being an ass and started to act like he had some sense in the middle of month 5

Clay was just like... do not include me in your shenanigans lmao

Urban knows Jack like the back of his hand and knew something was wrong the entire time

Oh yeah baby girl is definitely tired of him acting absolutely wild and she is not here for it

And just because Jack designed the cute nursery means nothing lol she is still on the fence about living with you lol

#awhore4moree

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piastrinorris · 2 years ago

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An Unambiguous Love [1/10]: First Day Out Front

:: 1 :: 2 :: 3 :: 4 :: 5 :: 6 :: 7 :: 8 :: 9 :: 10 ::

alternate AO3 link

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson x f!Reader

Genre: fluff

Summary: Your favourite customers really make it easier returning to the town you never went to school in. If only your friends at work would stop trying to play matchmaker between you.

Chapter 1 word count: 2428

A/N: Ahh, here it is! The thing I keep saying has been kicking my ass lately!! I really hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I've ultimately enjoyed writing it. Also big big love to @denim-mixtapes for beta-ing/de-British-ing the things I write.

“Heads up!” You look up at the source of the command you just heard to witness a paper ball leave your colleague Jesse’s hand, swing through the air as though in slow motion, and collide directly with your forehead. You give him a stern look, and he smirks while shaking with laughter. “I mean, I did warn you.”

You flip him off, “Way to kick off my first day on the shop floor.”

“I am your mentor out here, I need to prepare you for anything. Be grateful it wasn’t a figurine, that would have hurt,” Jesse points out. “Nah, it’s easy enough out here. You’ll even be able to run shifts all by yourself in no time.”

You hold up your index finger this time, “Correction, you could in no time. You know how many dirty looks I get just from saying the word comic in front of most men?”

He pulls a face. “I’m sure most of our customers are just like me, and I’m one of those female-ists! I let you join my D&D campaign, remember? That was great!”

You think back to the group containing mostly your fellow employees, and a couple of other guys around your age from Jesse’s past, who may not have directly said anything against you, but who certainly treated his poorly-written female NPCs far worse than his mediocrely-written male ones, constantly trying to pursue them until Jesse would throw a tantrum and refuse to “flirt'' with his players. Instead of arguing, you simply opt to look down so he doesn’t see the resigned expression that so badly insists on creeping along your face.

As you’re looking down, you notice the crumpled up paper isn’t just plain, it’s a half-written Dungeons and Dragons character sheet. Curious as to why it was abandoned, you unfurl it and read the first box.

Name: Steve Harr Bashemall

You chuckle at a half-orc fighter being essentially called "bash them all". You never really made any lasting friends before you moved out of Hawkins in your elementary years, and you and your family moved back just after you graduated high school, but this town's small enough that you know who Steve Harrington, King of Hawkins High is. He works at the Family Video right opposite your store, with the clumsy girl who you once literally bumped into on one of your trash runs after you had to deal with a delivery of misprints. She had at least helped you run around the blustery parking lot collecting them all back up again, and you'd sworn you could never show your face in front of him again after seeing the silhouette of his broad shoulders and swooping hair in the store window, clearly watching you run around like a headless chicken.

Jesse sees you reading the sheet and chuckles. "Ah, is that Harrington's garbage? Yeah, I was here when he came in with that, uh… Trailer boy. Munson."

"You say that like I'm just supposed to know them," you retort.

Jesse shrugs, "Anyway, Munson got his wires crossed, thought it was last week that we were launching D&D supplies. Brought in his own blank character sheet to, what was it he said? 'Keep Stevie busy', or something." You allow yourself a small laugh at the nickname. "But obviously that was pretty short-lived. He kept trying to name his character real boring names like Brian until -" Jesse makes some kind of unintelligible groan. "Until I said it might suit him to play an unassuming human rogue with a deadly secret, but he called that “pretentious” until he started yelling "Bash 'em! I wanna bash 'em all! That's my character!" so Munson told him to write it down. I don't think they got too much farther with it. I only found it 'cause I realised just now I hadn't thrown it away, it was just trash."

You fold it away and tuck it into a drawer in your desk. There's a very brief character description, if it gets quiet you could always use some extra drawing practice.

The morning goes by pretty smoothly, the register is easy enough to use, the clientele haven't been too harsh. Which means Jesse has “decided” to let you fly solo until someone else takes over. "I can’t stay anyway, I, uh… I’ve told Cam already that I’ve got a migraine coming on.” If he’s telling the truth, he’s weirdly unaffected for someone whose symptoms are so bad he apparently can’t work any longer. “It's not like you're on your own, Tiffany's just dealing with this week's delivery out back, you can call on her if you really need anything!" he calls over his shoulder as the door hits the bell that dangles just above it.

Sighing in resignation, you shout out, “Tiff?”

“One second, hun!” The other female player in Jesse’s D&D campaign calls out.

“Oh, it’s all good as long as you can hear me. Just thought I’d tell you Jesse’s gone for the day. Says it’s a migraine.”

You hear the clatter of something being dropped and soon after, Tiffany rushedly appears at the back room door. “What a jerk! You want me to put a word in with the big guy about him?”

You shake your head. “I’ll be fine, I’m sure. Cameron’s in the office today, and I don’t want him to think I need my hand held all the time. Just wanted to check that you were within shouting distance if I needed you for something.”

Tiffany pads over and reaches around behind your back to give you a quick squeeze of encouragement. “I’ll always have your back here! Especially over my lame-ass brother,” she pulls a face and you laugh. Fresh into high school, Tiffany has all the nerdy know-how Jesse does, and thankfully a far more palatable personality. “And don’t be scared of Cameron. He’s cool when he wants to be.”

“Yeah, I know. I just spent… So damn long in that back room. I don’t want to cause trouble on my first day out.” You sigh.

“I’m gonna miss having my behind-the-scenes sister with me!” Tiff pouts.

You grin, “Just makes us the dream team now, right?”

“The face and the brains!” She mirrors your expression, pointing at you and then herself, and runs off before she can see your borderline offended look.

A little while after noon hits, after a dull enough morning that you’ve been spending your time absent-mindely drawing, the doorbell tolls. You look up to see the familiar silhouette of a stocky man with perfect hair, but this time you can see his warm eyes and chiselled jaw. He at first goes straight for the comic section, thumbing through different boxes with his tongue poking his cheek out and looking confused.

“Need some help?” You offer, and he gets snapped out of his trance to look at you for the first time. His expression when he locks eyes with you is so much softer than you were expecting from the charismatic reputation that has preceded him.

“Uh, yeah, actually, sorry. Friend of mine wanted me to pick him up a… number 200 Lantern? Said I should get here nice and early in case it sells out fast. Apparently it’s a big one?” he asks, blowing air through his lips in a rasp and holding his arm out in a half-shrug.

For a moment, you understand the power trip that knowing more than someone else can have, but you’re no Jesse. Instead, you nod understandingly. “Got it, Green Lantern #200. Yeah, it’s literally a big one. Poor Tiff’s been fighting with them all day back there,” you gesture with your head to the back room door. “They came in this morning, but they don’t hit the shelves until tomorrow. Same day the D&D stuff gets out, too. Sorry.”

He groans, “Stupid Dustin, getting the date wrong… Sorry for wasting your time,” he states as he wanders up to your counter. He notices that you’re drawing something and leans over to look. “I’m Steve, by the - oh,” he stops suddenly when he recognises the crumpled up paper you’ve been using for reference. “Is that -”

You don’t usually embarrass easily, but your cheeks do tint pink. “Uh, yeah, one of my colleagues used this sheet as a missile and I figured since I haven’t had much practice drawing orcs - or half-orcs, in this case - I could give it a go.”

“So this is what Bashemall looks like, huh?” he asks, swivelling himself around to angle his point of view to look at it from your perspective. “That’s amazing.”

“Well, ultimately only you know that. I’m just going by what little is written here, and some reference of my own knowledge of orcs’ anatomy. Um, you haven’t really said anything about hair, though, so I’m not sure what would look best on him…” you study your sketchbook page, tilting your head from side to side as you try to imagine different hairstyles on him.

“Well, I mean, I put enough effort into my own hair that I’d like to think it would look good no matter what kind of face I had, so… Maybe he could have hair like mine?”

You look back up at him, eyes narrowing as you study the way his hair looks for a moment. “Sure, I could do that,” you nod. “Mind if I use you as reference, or do you gotta head back?”

“Ah, Robin can cope without me for a few minutes,” he waves off before snorting a quick chuckle out of a half-smile. “She, uh, she’s the one who helped you whip the parking lot back into shape a couple weeks back.”

You raise your eyebrows at him. “Wow, so you are the one who just stood watching in the window! How heroic,” you smile sarcastically and he laughs harder. “Alright, well, I’ve been drawing this guy at a ¾ view so if you could just move your head…” you try and gesture with your hands how you want his head positioned, but he doesn’t seem to be getting it. Instead, you opt for using the end of your pencil to push his jaw up slightly, then across slightly until it’s angled just right.

“You need me to make a face for you?” Steve asks, immediately cycling through an array of facial expressions.

You giggle, “Not for the drawing, but for my own entertainment, sure!” He continues pulling faces until you’ve sketched a full head of hair. You hold your sketchbook up and he finally breaks pose to look at it in full.

His face is filled with admiration. “This is so good! Almost makes me want to pick it up. Almost,” he points at you, eyes wide. “But not totally. It’s still very much Munson’s and the kids’ thing,” he shakes his head. “I can’t wrap my head around it all.”

“Well, then, I’m super honoured that you entertained the idea of me drawing a D&D character that’ll never see the light of day,” you smile, before having an idea. Holding a single finger up, you ask, “Please hold just a second,” before slinking back to the back room.

You open the door to find Tiff backing away, far closer than she should have been if she were at her post. “Is that the Steve Harrington out there I hear?!”

“Yeah… Yeah,” you nod, half-distractedly. Despite the fact he’s only a door away, part of you just wants him back in your field of vision as soon as possible. Looking over at the manager’s office’s closed door, trying to stay out of its earshot, you ask in a hushed tone, “Uh, hey, I don’t suppose you could slide me a copy of Green Lantern a day early? I’ll make sure it all gets paid for, I jus-”

“Say no more,” Tiffany singsongs as she presses a copy into your chest. “Just remember to ask me to be your maid of honour.”

You roll your eyes at her as you head back out to the shop floor. You toss the issue onto the counter and gesture to it. “There you go. For being such a good model. Don’t go telling anybody you got it a day early, though.”

Steve gasps deeply, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Oh, I’m definitely gonna be Henderson’s favourite for this! Thanks, I seriously owe you!”

You narrow your eyes, “I literally just said this makes up for letting me draw your hair! You don’t owe me shit now.”

“Oh no, trust me, you have no idea what this is going to do to my reputation. I still owe you so hard,” Steve picks the issue up and tucks it beneath his jacket.

“Just… Maybe come back every once in a while? It’d be nice to have a friendly face around every now and again to chat to,” you suggest.

Steve salutes, “You got it…” He leans in to read your name badge and calls you by name. Huh, guess you forgot to introduce yourself. Maybe you should be doing that more.

He rushes out of the store, back to his own workplace, and you step back to rap your knuckles against the back room door. “You can come out now, Tiff,” you murmur just loud enough to be heard on the other side.

Sure enough, Tiffany opens the door just enough to poke her head through the gap. “Oh my god, he is so into you.”

You shake your head in disbelief. “Please, he’s just being friendly. There was nothing flirty about anything either of us said.”

“Exactly!” Tiffany hisses. “If I know anything about Steve Harrington, from what I’ve heard, he usually flirts so hard! You clearly make him nervous, he’s obviously intimidated by you. Trust me.”

“You want me to ‘trust’ what you’ve ‘heard’ about someone who graduated last year, before you were even at that school?” you ask in disbelief, shaking your head. “He just seemed like he was being nice. I dunno. It’d be cool to have a friend outside of here, too.”

“Well, I’m still gonna have hope,” Tiffany shrugs as she sneaks back to her work.

When your shift finally ends, as you get to your car you look up at Family Video one last time to see Steve at the window. He lifts his hand to just in front of his chest to give you a small wave goodbye with a soft smile to match. You wave back, feeling a sensation of warmth emanate all through your body.

#steve harrington x eddie munson x reader #steddie x reader #steve harrington x eddie munson x you #steddie x you #steddie imagine #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #fluff #aul #*myfics

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msookyspooky · 2 years ago

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i do have a question. how would severen react with a touch starved s/o?

Hi, this is late srry! 😅🖤

Oh, he'd love it....No, I don't think you all understand, he will love it.

- Severen is secretly a touchy person even if he'd pull every tooth with a pair of pliers before seriously admitting he's a *hugger*. (He will too. Just hand him the pliers.) That man's love language is definitely touch and time spent together I just know it.

- Most people that don't know him very well just chalk it up as him being oblivious to boundaries or he just doesn't give a shit enough to respect them; sometimes that's true! He invades people's space as an intimidation tactic for sure. However, he also does it to people he likes. He is a very in your face, touchy person for both good and bad reasons.

- Annnnddddd this man's ego has no bounds. He's smug at the idea that you adore him, love him, want only him so much that you can't get enough. That your source of comfort is by his touch. He loves every single second of it.

- He had the most pleased smirk when you first leaned into his touch. Like, if he could purr he would.

- ...Now if you being touch starved is trauma related and you cried the first time he held you he's very caught off guard by that. He kind of freaked out because why the fuck are you crying??? What did he do??? If you can explain it to him that your just emotionally overwhelmed by the loving feeling you get from it he'll relax a bit and reassure you it's okay to ask him for a hug anytime. (His chest fluttered at that and he secretly vowed to keep you forever in that moment you just don't know it yet.)

- He was actually glad you liked being touchy with him as his S/O because he hates to withhold anything he's feeling. He impulsively has the urge to grip your head in his hands and smash his lips against yours out of nowhere. Or to just grab you from behind and leave nips and kisses up and down your neck. Or to just grab you and wrestle you into the nearest surface, nuzzling into your neck and gripping onto you while your giggling underneath him. It's not even always sexual (But definitely leads to it) he just has zero impulse control. If he feels even an ounce of affection, he's grabbing you. You being touch starved and allowing his inner thoughts to win is a God Send.

- If you do the same to him I think he'd be a little taken aback at first when someone hugged him tightly around his waist out of nowhere (fucking adorable asjgsfkn) but he'd quickly just smile and pat your head or pull you close. In fact, you being just as aggressively affectionate with him has him smiling ear to ear and completely smitten. He's always the one initiating touch so it's a very nice change of pace for him to feel just as wanted by you.

- His lap has become your designated seat anytime, anywhere.

- His arm is always drapped over you no matter where you're at. He can be casually talking to someone and he'll have you pressed into his side. Or he's holding your hand the entire time he's talking, making wild gestures with your hand still in his. You gotta remind him when he almost jerks your arm out of socket while telling a story.

- His family teases that you're both conjoined at the hip. Homer thinks it's DISGUSTING and let's you both know it daily when your touching foreheads and nuzzling noses together. He literally gags and that makes Severen just do it more often. DB and Mae think it's absolutely adorable that Severen found someone that's so in love with him being affectionate. Caleb and Jesse tease Severen about being a big soft teddy bear with you and it always gets his hackles raised up as he tells them he is NOT soft and they can shut it. If it comes from Caleb, he's definitely chasing him around the Camper/Motel room just to show him how 'soft' he is.

- I sure hope your fine with him putting a hand onto your thighs or his hand in your back pocket squeezing your ass while you're walking because he's gonna do it every chance he gets.

- If you're mad at him and withhold touch, that probably breaks him down more than anything. Especially if he's used to it daily. He'll be apologizing for whatever he did soon if it means having you in his arms again.

- He definitely relates sex = showing his love for you. Not that he can't have sex w/o love, he can, but with you that is just the ultimate way of being as close as possible. Your sex life is definitely active.

- Expect him to tease you being so lovey-dovey sometimes especially if you're hanging onto him after a long night of not seeing each other. It's lighthearted because he's giddy and just downplaying how much he missed you too

- You both tangle limbs together whenever you get a bed. He's become fond of locking his arm around your shoulders and pulling you as close as he can to his chest while you both fall asleep. He likes to hold you to his chest while he sleeps on his back, running his fingers up and down your spine till you both fall asleep.

#I need a hug from Severen idc if he smells like dust and dried blood 🥲#i just know he gives those tight af bear hugs that you can't escape and id probably cry 5 yrs of tears over it fml 🥺😭#severen headcanon #severen hc #severen near dark #severen #near dark #near dark 1987

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kylejsugarman · 2 years ago

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expanding on my tag, it is so fucking funny how vince gilligan accidentally falling in love with aaron paul when he walked in to audition for the role of jesse just totally changed the trajectory of “breaking bad” and media in the 2010-20′s. vince literally almost didn’t cast aaron because he was “too handsome” but he did and was so immediately captivated by him that not only did he change the first season so that jesse wouldn’t die at the end as previously intended, he made jesse the undisputed deuteragonist of the show and devoted so much attention and care to crafting his arc and character that the story in many ways became jesse’s story. he gave jesse a whole-ass follow-up movie. he made a scene in better call saul where he smokes with kim and even acknowledged that it wasn’t necessary at all, he just wanted it :) long story short, we owe two of the greatest television shows ever and the survival of “prestige television” to vince gilligan becoming enraptured and in love with aaron paul’s big forehead :’)

#syd squeaks #I just love how EVERY interview where jesse gets brought up vince is like 'oh jesse how I love him :)'#he is not immune to Aaron's line cook swag 😔#breaking bad

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hooterhorror · 3 years ago

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Slashers reaction to S/o with toothgap.

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BET MOMMA WIC!!!!! I got you ♥️

Slashers with an s/o that has a tooth gap

Thomas Hewitt

He thinks it's absolutely adorable. The first time you break out in a giant smile and he catches a glimpse, his heart leaps into his throat. Sure he might have seen something like it before, but it's just different! it *suits* you. He's trying the little things to make you smile just to see it again. Your smile is so contagious that this man can't help but smile under his mask each time he sees it. No one has ever done this to him before, it's almost unfair!

And those smiles when you're perfectly content and comfortable? Those are his favorite. Don't get him wrong though- Your laughter makes his heart race just as much.

all in all, if you asked Thomas what his favorite features of yours was, he'd say he'd love all of you. But it's definitely your tooth gap.

Jason Voorhees

HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO HIM??

SERIOUSLY

Jason would be heartbroken if your first imstic is to cover your gorgeous and brilliant smile. don't hide it from him, please!!! He'll be quick to frown and try to wordlessly communicate how much he adores the gap between your teeth- everything!! you're so wonderful

you love him with all of his insecurities, and he's here to love all of yours. How can you even be ashamed or embarrassed of it? He can't wrap his mind around it-

And if you can understand sign language, you'll constantly be met with compliments each time you smile or just exist.

"Pretty!"

"Beautiful!"

and of course "Your smile is stunning". because it IS.

Michael Myers

In true Myers fashion, it doesn't seem like he cares. Obviously he acknowledges it, but doesn't even tilt his head at the sight. He doesn't insult you on it so he figures he's doing a good job!

Wait, you don't like it? Hes unsure how to deal with that, and if he could he'd tell you that your smile lights up his incredibly dark world.

for the longest time you assume he's mute but then he'll hug you from behind and drop his face into the crook of your neck, and in a deep hoarse voice you'll hear him mumble "pretty". Those moments are very rare, so cherish them! Don't push your luck.

Brahms Heelshire

The first time he sees it or really notices if, he's grabbing your face and cradling it I'm his hands.

"Smile again!! Please?" And his behavior is enough to make you giggle and grin up at him. And God he's pretty sure his heart explodes. Then he starts to whine that he didn't know you had a gap, like it's the end of the world. It ain't but he's pretty sure it is.

how could you hide something so adorable from him??? unfair!!!

You'll have to apologize or calm him down. His affection towards you spikes each time you smile or laugh, he's immediately pulling you into a hug and nuzzling you like there's no tomorrow.

"Do you like my tooth gap Brahms?"

And he nods so quickly.

Jesse Cromeans

Oh?

He isn't the type to make a big deal out of it but it's noted! It's something so small and something that isn't really worth noting to some people. But you're Jesse's everything, of course he'll notice! It agitates him how his heart flutters at the sight of it and he usually brushes it off without much fanfare.

He loves tender moments with you where he can rest his forehead against yours and you smile so big at such an act.... it's quiet and he swears you can hear his heart swelling to twice it's size.

He'll also sign or write to you about how adorable he thinks it is.

Bo Sinclair

I wouldn't put it past this man to make fun of you, but I also think he'd just give you a crooked grin in response to your giant bright smile. It's like he's catching a cold each time you grin, cus suddenly he's doing the same.

"Got a little space between those teeth, darlin'" like you don't already know. What an ass.

Real talk, it's not a big deal. He won't make it a big deal and he'll only really compliment it if he notices you tryna hide it from him.

"Hey, why're you coverin' that smile of yours? Don't you know how much I love it?"

Vincent Sinclair

You are his muse, and anything you deem to be an imperfection is immediately captured in his work. No matter what it is, he'll sculpt or draw it. Sometimes he doesn't even realize that he's drawing or forming something after you, until he takes a step back and breaks out of his artist's daze.

Your smile makes him so unbelievably flustered!! If you smile at him while y'all are cuddling or hugging, he's hiding his face in your hair or the curve of your neck.

And he swears he gets close to fainting whenever your eyes sparkle with that grin of yours on your face. He's going straight to heaven. Or too the floor if his soul isn't ready to leave yet.

Harry Warden

Lord have mercy.

He isn't very mushy and he'd never gush to you over your own features. At least not very often. But you swear every bit of tension that neither of you knew harbored inside that body of his leaves the instant you smile. No matter how small.

"You drive me crazy" accompanied with a shake of his head. WTF that supposed to mean Harry

don't worry, it's all good things when it comes to him!

Stu + Billy

Neither would make fun of it. Not even comedic genius Stu. They've probably noticed it for a while, but Stu of the first to melt right in front of you over it.

"I fucking love your smile, babe" followed by a kiss to your forehead. Billy doesn't say anything like that, but it's bound to be his special kind of sweet.

"I like seeing you smile."

Something like that. Simple, but so so so meaningful coming from him. He's rarely soft and if you leap at a chance to make fun of him, he'll roll his eyes. And oh yeah, he's definitely blushing over it.

"You're being really sweet right now bully, what's up?"

"Shut up, you're lucky I love you".

He's so annoying istg.

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fernweh-writes · 3 years ago

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How would Slachers react to a reader who is allergic to peanuts, but enjoys eating mainly together with other foods such as chocolate and thus gets a fever and gets sick easily.

(I have this type of allergy and I'm always getting scolded by my friends for it)

Please be careful with this hun!

-Fern🌿

S/O With Mild Peanut Allergy

Michael Myers

He can’t blame you because he would do the same thing. Everyone knows that this man has a major sweet tooth. However, Michael will still act like you’re stupid and leave you to fend for yourself.

After all, you’re the one who decided to eat something you know you shouldn’t, that’s on you. He has better things to do than sit around and take care of you. Besides, even if he wanted to he really doesn’t know how.

The first time you do this though he panics a little bit. Michael will let you think he’s left you behind when in reality he’s watching you from the shadows to make sure you’re okay.

Please don’t do it often, he can’t handle it. He’ll never admit it, but he does kind of rely on you now that you’re a permanent part of his life. Who’s going to make him food if you can’t? Looks like you’ll both just have to starve until you feel better.

Bo Sinclair

Bo has finally found someone more careless and reckless than him and he doesn’t know how to handle it. Doesn’t understand why you do it but low key kind of respects it.

Sometimes when Bo is stressed and you eat things you shouldn’t he’ll get angry and lash out. Now he has to deal with victims and a sick s/o, that’s just great ain’t it. What are you going to do if someone break in, huh y/n? You can’t fight with a fever.

Because of this, Bo takes to hiding anything with peanuts in it whenever he’s tired or busy. That way you can’t add on to the list of problems he has to take care of in Ambrose.

Bo is also an ass and makes a big deal out of taking care of you. He’s full of snarky comments and smart ass remarks. Secretly enjoys the feeling of you needing him though.

Vincent Sinclair

You scare him. He doesn’t understand it and is highly against it. Anytime he sees you with a bar of chocolate he snatches it away and tosses it. What a waste of a perfectly good candy bar :/

Has no sympathy for you when you start feeling feverish. You know you can’t have it and you know what it does to you y/n, this is your own fault.

Still, he wants to keep an eye on you so you’ll be tucked into his bed down in his workshop while he gives you the cold shoulder for making yourself miserable.

Luckily the workshop is warm and cozy with all of the candles, the fire, and the warm blankets so you won’t have to worry about those feverish chills. And while Vincent may not be giving you any attention, at least you have Jonesy to snuggle up with and keep you entertained.

Thomas Hewitt

He will hide anything and everything from you so that you can’t eat it and make yourself sick. He doesn’t have the time to be worrying over you y/n, please stop doing this.

When you do get sick he does his best to ignore you and not have any pity for you. Thomas always caves though, he just cares about you to much and hates seeing you be miserable.

Luda Mae will scold you for it though and make sure that anything you eat doesn’t have any peanuts. She’s in charge of the cooking so she does a pretty good job of not letting you get sick.

Thomas may not talk but he’s still very good at expressing himself. You can expect plenty of glares and angry hand gestures while he’s throwing blankets over you and placing a cold rag on your forehead.

Brahms Heelshire

He’s outraged. Why would you be making yourself sick when you have to take care of him! You’re being paid to take care of him and now he’s having to take care of you. How selfish, y/n!

Anything with peanuts will be hidden from the kitchen and stashed within the walls so that you can’t make yourself sick anymore. You have to follow the schedule and you being sick gets in the way of that.

If he has to, Brahms will add that you can’t have chocolate to the list of rules. After all, you do have to follow the rules.

If you talk Malcolm into bringing you a candy bar then Brahms will most likely get violent. Poor Malcolm didn’t know but Brahmsy doesn’t care. You’re breaking the rules, on purpose! That won’t work for him, you’ll have to be punished.

Billy Loomis

Takes chocolate off of the movie night snack list. But only for you, he’ll eat what you crave right in front of you with no remorse.

Whenever you manage to get ahold of something with peanuts in it he just mocks you. You did this to yourself after all, it’s not his fault. It’s not his responsibility to take care of you.

Doesn’t even mind if you make yourself sick. That just gives him an excuse to go about his illegal hobbies without needing to come up with an excuse as to why he can’t come over. After all, he doesn’t want to be around someone with a fever.

He’s the worst one considering he doesn’t even make an effort to try to stop you and has no remorse for you whatsoever when you get sick.

Stu Macher

Clings to you 24/7 and will spontaneously combust if he doesn’t so no y/n no chocolate or peanut butter or anything for you. If you’re sick he can’t drag you all over the place with him and that’s just not going to work.

If you manage to sneak something without him knowing he gets upset and complains about it. Still, he hates seeing you feel bad and will wrap you up in blankets on the couch.

The one time he caught you eating a candy bar he snatched it out of your hand and finished it himself. Just because you can’t have chocolate doesn’t mean that he can’t.

Feels bad that you can’t have one of your favorite snacks so on movie night’s he’ll buy you any snacks you want that don’t contain peanuts. But don’t try and take his chocolate away, he might love you but he will throw hands over a chocolate bar.

Jesse Cromeans

He has cameras covering every inch of his house. If you do anything he’s going to know about it so good luck trying to get ahold of anything that you shouldn’t have.

If you still manage to get ahold of something that you shouldn’t have it’s not a big deal. He has medical professionals on speed dial and plenty of capable people to watch over you.

Don’t expect Jesse to come home from a business trip just because you ate chocolate though. He can’t always drop everything to take care of you.

Still when he returns home to find you bundle up and shivering under a pile of blankets he caves in and spends time taking care of you

Asa Emory

Thinks it’s the stupidest thing ever and makes sure that you know it. Asa has better things to do than babysit an adult.

If he keeps you chained up in his hotel it’s not really like you have much of a say in what you get to eat. You can consume the scraps you’re given or starve, Asa doesn’t care which one you choose.

The first time you have an allergic reaction in the hotel while Asa is contemplating turning you into his house wife, you’ll notice that you’re never given anything with peanuts again.

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reidology · 3 years ago

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Dying in a bathtub - Hotchreid

Summary: Hotch gets nightmares and hides in the tub, so Spencer makes it comfy for him <3

Word count: 4.4k

Content warning: discussion and description of nightmares, smut, brief description of physical abuse, light angst, quite fluffy, happy ending <3

AO3

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The first time it happened Spencer woke up shivering, the cold of a missing body beside him seeped through the sheets chilled his bones. He braved a lazy glance to his bedside, squinting to see the alarm clock blinking big and aggressive red numbers. 05:25. Aaron must have gone out for a morning run, something Spencer never understood. In fact, his reasoning of ‘why run, when sleep?’ whenever Aaron attempted to get him to join always earned him an affectionate eye roll and kiss on the cheek, so why would he ever give that up? No promise of endless coffee can get Spencer Reid to wake up before 7am, much less for exercise.

Reluctantly the sleepy man made his way to the bathroom, knowing he might as well shower and get ready for work now, there’s no way he could get back to sleep without his human furnace of a boyfriend covering him completely. Only, through his grogginess he failed to notice the boyfriend-shaped body softly snoring in the tub.

So he padded over to the semi-closed shower curtain and blearily reached in to turn the water on for it to heat up while he got ready.

Almost as soon as the water turned on, a high-pitched shriek assaulted the young agent’s eardrums. Spencer did what, in his opinion, any caught-off-guard fully trained FBI agent would do— he squealed in shock and fell back on his ass. A moment later the shower curtain pulled back, revealing a very irritated -and very wet- Aaron Hotchner.

“Babe what the fuck,” the older man whined, wringing out his shirt and turning the freezing water off, “I was sleeping!”

“Oh this is my fault?!”

“Yes! Couldn’t you see me?!”

“I just woke up!”

“Me too!” Aaron pointed to his wet shirt as if to say you have no excuse for this.

Spencer let out a frustrated sigh and pushed himself up from the floor. Somehow he upset his boyfriend, he guesses apologies are on the table. He carefully stepped into the bathtub to face his dripping boyfriend and wrapped his arms around the soaking man’s neck, “I’m sorry,” he pouted quite prettily, “But honey, why were you sleeping in the tub?”

“I didn’t sleep in the tub. I went to sleep in our bed, then you woke me up in the tub.” Aaron grumbled.

Spencer thought Aaron looked positively insane. His eyes focused on the older man’s pupils as his hands checked for a fever.

“Do you have a concussion?” He couldn’t help but fret about the man who is usually so well put together. He was obviously in distress though what kind of distress completely eluded the dry man. Aaron waved Spencer’s worried hands away from his face, “No. Spence, I’m telling you, I didn’t sleep in the bathtub.”

“Then how did you get here?”

Aaron shrugged and swatted Spencer’s nosy hands away that were trying to inspect the grumpy man for any injuries, “Who knows? Let’s get some breakfast.” He calmly stepped out of the tub and headed out, leaving Spencer confused (for once).

“... But it’s 5 am.”

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Two nights later, it happened again. But this time Spencer awoke to the sound of sobbing. His heart just about broke in two at the sight of Aaron curled in on himself in the porcelain tub, shaking and covered in sweat.

The Unit Chief used to have terrors most nights. After Foyet, all of life’s problems seemed to unravel in his dreams. The sounds and images were so vivid that upon waking up he believed he had done what he’d dreamed. That he’d hurt his family or that Foyet had come back to finish the job.

During hard cases, Aaron would forgo sleep completely, knowing his mind would only haunt him with terror beyond his conscious capabilities. It left him exhausted and agitated for the rest of the investigation. The team and LEOs got frustrated but none had the guts to confront him, except for one young agent who took special notice of his boss.

So Spencer stepped in, and after weeks of getting closer and learning more about each other than they had in the past five years of working together, Aaron digressed and accepted the help that was offered. The following three months ensued so smoothly, the therapy was helping and Aaron couldn’t believe he was sleeping full nights again. He knew it was all thanks to Spencer, who had taken up a very special place in his heart. Aaron knew that Spencer would always be there when he woke up, like an anchor. Something real to hold on to and keep him in place.

It had been a while since Aaron had such a bad episode, luckily Spencer knew just what to do and jumped right into action. Without missing a beat, the younger man climbed into the tub and sat by Aaron’s head, taking hold of one of his white-knuckled fists and gently coaxing it open by rubbing his thumbs from the palm to the back of the hand. Constant pressure, soothing, real. With one hand he threaded his fingers through the brunette’s damp hair, stroking softly at his scalp, willing his nightmare mind to latch onto the familiar touch.

“It’s okay, you’re safe.” He murmured sweetly like a mantra.

Eventually Aaron’s panicked sobs dissolved into pained whimpers, his body lost some of its tension, allowing for Spencer to gently lift his boyfriend’s head into his lap and off the hard floor of the tub. The whimpers died down to light trembles and Spencer shushed him comfortingly, continuing to sooth him with gentle strokes to his head. Slowly Aaron’s eyes opened and Spencer felt the moment panic set in. The taller man’s breathing quickened and tension returned to his body, frozen in fear. God, Spencer should have turned the lights on.

“It’s just me, darling. You’re home, Aaron. This is home. You’re safe.”

Aaron trembled more, his eyes glazed over as if reliving the nightmare, “Shhh you’re safe.”

Spencer placed a feathery kiss on his boyfriend’s forehead that seemed to anchor him immediately. Tentatively, Aaron looked up at his rescuer, relieved to be in his lover's arms and away from the nightmare universe that had felt so real. He burrowed further into Spencer’s lap, wrapped his shaking arms around his boyfriend’s steady hips. He tried to focus on Spencer’s heartbeat in an attempt to regulate his own. Spencer was warm, Spencer was safe. Always safe.

“Foyet?” Spencer asked cautiously, breath fanning over the older’s forehead. Aaron stilled at the name then nodded. The younger man knows that Aaron needs to talk about it immediately, even if it’s terrifying. It allows him to discern dreams from reality, so that the events and sensations of the night terror don’t ingrain themselves into the man’s memories of reality .

“... and Scratch,” Aaron gulped, “They had Jack. I couldn’t... I didn’t know what was real. Couldn’t tell if it was really Jack. He made me hurt him. Oh god, Spence… I hurt him.” Sobs wracked the pained man’s body once again, unable to forget the horror of the dream. Spencer rocked them back and forth.

“Shh… Jack is fine, he’s at Jess’s. You would never hurt him, Aaron.”

Aaron was spent, he couldn’t muster up the energy to talk. He fell asleep once more in his partner’s comforting hold.

_____

The next morning they woke up with aching muscles from being in the bathtub for so long. Spencer couldn’t help but be worried about his boyfriend. There was definitely something going on, and though he respected Aaron’s privacy immensely, he was afraid of the older man getting into a dangerous situation. Was he sleepwalking to the bathroom? What if he tripped and hit his head on the edge of the tub? But most importantly, why were Aaron’s nightmares leading him to the bathtub?

Spencer nuzzled Aaron’s neck in an effort to wake him up a bit more. “Darling, we need to talk about this.” The worry in Spencer’s voice was audible and prompted Aaron to sit up and sigh deeply. He didn’t think this part of his life would ever come back up to the surface, he’d avoided thinking about it for decades and he didn’t know what triggered the habit to resurface. But now it’s affected Spencer, and he knew he couldn’t keep the love of his life in the dark, but some things were so hard to talk about.

Aaron found himself panicking again, flashes of Foyet and his father clouding his mind once more. Images of Sean taking cover in Aaron’s arms while their father pounds on the bathroom door-

“I know. I-” He was cut off with the sweetest kiss.

“You can take your time sweetheart. No rush.”

Even at this stage in their relationship, Aaron wasn’t used to being treated so well. The kindness that naturally radiated off his boyfriend was enough to make his insides melt, the understanding words never ceased to choke him up. But he knew Spencer would be there to put him back together once he gave him all his pieces. He buried his face in the younger’s neck, breathing in the scent of his shampoo, relaxing into his hold. Spencer wrapped his arms around Aaron’s lean form, offering a safe space. Aaron had never been this vulnerable with anyone before his relationship with Spencer.

After a moment of just holding each other, Aaron’s breathing mellowed out and his voice cracked as he explained everything.

“After Sean was born, my dad started drinking. He’d always been somewhat aggressive, scary even. He- he’d get angry and take it out on my mom… and if she wasn’t there... But when he started drinking it got a thousand times worse. I vowed to myself to protect Sean at all costs, I promised him I would never let our dad get to him. So I took the brunt of it when he was sober. But when he was drunk… he would chase us, try to get to Sean specifically. He was just a little kid 5 or 6, I was 15. He would scour the house to find Sean so I took him and locked us in the only room in the house with a lock… the bathroom. I’d carry Sean in my arms and make a run for it. I blocked off the door with a cabinet and we sat in the tub until he passed out.. My dad couldn’t get in but he would pound on the door so loudly, his voice was so angry-”

Aaron inhaled hard, the grip on the back of Spencer’s shirt tightened and his breathing shallowed. Spencer continued rubbing soothing circles on his back, allowing Aaron to take his time.

“The bathtub was the only safe space for Sean and I. We spent whole nights in there, waiting for my dad to pass out. Sometimes we’d tell stories, play games, but other times we cried and I covered his ears with my hands, not wanting him to hear the horrible things our dad was saying. This went on until I went to college, I tried to take Sean with me but my mother wouldn’t allow it. My dad died a year later, when Sean was 9.

“I- because of that, if any of us had nightmares we’d go into the bathroom and sleep in the tub, because no one could get to us in there.”

Aaron swallowed thickly and timidly looked up to the honey-haired man. Had he sounded pathetic?

But Spencer cupped his cheek once again and kissed him lovingly.

“Thank you for telling me. You’re the strongest person I know, Aaron. I'm sorry you had to go through all of that.”

Aaron’s heart skipped a beat, warmth spreading through his chest. He swallowed down all his uncertainties and let Spencer in, he was proud of himself. Both of them yawned in succession, still exhausted from last night and uncomfortable from sleeping in the bathtub.

With a cheeky grin the younger man announced, “Let’s go to bed, I’ll get us the day off.” Aaron was so grateful.

While he called in sick, Spencer had an idea, and he knew just who to call.

_____

“Boy Wonder! How wonderful to hear from you on this frabjous day! We miss you and the Bossman dearly. We are definitely… working. Work is happening, and we’re doing it, and it’s getting done. You can trust me on that. Definitely no piñatas in the break room, where would we even find one on such short notice? Emily doesn’t even know where to get balloons! Anyway, what magical service may I bestow upon thee today, my little lord?”

Spencer bit back a chuckle, “Hi Penelope. Listen I need some advice on… interior decorating-”

Immediately, he got cut off by a squeal, “I’m on my way!”

“No! Garcia- after work-”

The line goes flat.

“Dammit. I should’ve just texted JJ.”

_____

Despite her best efforts, the rest of the team did not let Penelope leave the BAU for a ‘design emergency’. Fortunately for Spencer, that gave him some time to plan what he wanted to do while cooking lunch for his sleeping beauty.

After a full meal of soup and grilled cheese, Hotch retreated to the living room hoping to watch some History Channel with Spencer. They love watching the conspiracy shows together and debunking the awful propositions. Though Hotch learned quite surprisingly that Spencer is very open to the idea of aliens on Earth. However, he has a suspicion that that’s mostly wishful thinking on the part of Spencer's inner child. Nevertheless, it’s adorable and Hotch was excited for it, and waiting patiently for Spencer to finish cleaning himself up.

Before he could question what was taking so long, their doorbell rang a sweet lullabye sound (they had to change it from the awful buzzing that it was- it was too overwhelming for Spencer). Not expecting any company, Hotch was puzzled as to who could be at their door.

“Who is it?” He spoke through the intercom.

“Bossman! Sorry to hear about your incurable case of Work Sickness! If you could let me up, I brought you some warm soup!-”

Spencer bounded through the foyer from the bedroom, practically hopping over furniture and knocking down a flower arrangement, “I got it! I got it!” he heaved frantically.

“Babe, what’s Garcia doing in front of our building on a weekday?”

“Nothing Aar don’t worry about it, Penelope and I are just going out for lunch, see you later!”

Spencer grabbed his satchel and was out the door.

“But- Spencer you just had lunch!” The curly haired man was already running down the steps, “Bye!”

It was Hotch’s turn to be left alone and confused.

_____

In Penelope’s car, Spencer explained his idea to Penelope, without going saying too much about Hotch’s nightmares. In true Penelope fashion, the bubbly bits-and-bobs connoisseur knew the perfect place to get what Spencer needed. Penelope dragged Spencer around the independently-owned home goods boutique like a lost puppy for about two hours. She ended up with more bags for herself and Sergio than what Spencer needed.

A few texts and one missed call from Hotch wondering what the hell was taking Spencer so long prompted them to leave. Spencer thanked Penelope in front of their apartment and air kissed her goodbye, promising to show up at girl’s night next week..

Spencer walks into the foyer as quietly as possible and hides the bags behind the living room’s entertainment center.

“Spencer?”

“Yeah! I’m home!”

Aaron walked out of their bedroom with a soft smile. His round glasses were on, meaning he’s been reading… or looking at case files.

“Are you going through the case?” Spencer scolded.

The bespectacled man didn’t waver. “There’s something the victim’s parents said that doesn’t add up, they said that every Thursday Mandy went to soccer practice after school and swim practice in the next town over in the evenings. She takes the bus so if the unsub was stalking her he’d either have to take the same bus and risk getting caught or have a car- which goes against our age profile- so that would mean there’s someone driving him. Spencer, there are TWO unsu-” He was cut off by being pulled into a kiss. He hummed into it and wrapped his arms around Spencer’s slender waist, pulling them closer together. When they pulled apart Spencer whispered “Two unsubs. The team knows, they’re working on it. You-” he tapped his finger on the older’s chin for emphasis, “need to relax today.”

The resulting pretty pout was swiftly kissed away. None of that now.

“But I don’t know how to relax. I’m Aaron Hotchner, stoic as a statue, stern glare extraordinaire, Mr. Emotionless…”

Spencer rolled his eyes and trailed his hands down Aaron’s hard chest, “I know how to make you relax…” The other man grinned “Oh is that right?” Spencer smirked and led his boyfriend to the couch.

_____

That night when Aaron was gone to bed, Spencer quietly retrieved the bags from behind the TV and set his plan in motion.

_____

He’s trembling. And he can’t recognize his own thoughts, he can’t think straight, all he can see is his son- and Haley with terror written all over their faces.

He barely registers the sound of Jack’s wailing because, as if from right behind his ear, he hears a voice that he interprets as his own thought ‘shoot him’.

‘What?’

‘Pull the trigger’

He looks back up to his sobbing, terrified son, and without hesitation- click- BOOM-

Aaron bolted up from the bed, gasping for breath. His eyes darted around the dark. Jack? Where is he- Jack ohmygod-

His vision landed on Spencer’s sleeping form, breathing shallowly and folded into himself like a pretzel, sleeping soundly like an angel. Spencer. Real. Safe. He took a deep breath to regulate his heart. In for 4, hold, out for 6, repeat. This was exhausting.

Groggily, Aaron slipped out from under the covers and headed to the bathroom to get a drink of water and maybe splash his face a little. He thought of getting into the bathtub for the comfort he desperately needed right now, but he’d be embarrassed if Spencer found him in there again. Who does that? But nothing could have prepared Aaron for the sight before him when he opened the door.

Lights. Yellow, green, purple electric lights on strings, illuminating the room in a beautiful calming glow. They were suspended from the curtain rod of the bathtub, taped to the walls. Gorgeously scented candles perched on the sink, some on the ground, a few tea lights lining the edge of the tub. It smelled glorious and comforting and Aaron couldn’t tell what it was. Pine? Sandalwood? Campfire?

The most breath-taking part was the inside of the bathtub. Patterned sheets hung from the walls and draped over to form a delicate roof. Fluffy pillows perfectly laid out to coat every inch of the porcelain interior, and soft blankets piled on top for added comfort. Lights lined the inside of the sheet tent as well, it looked fantastical. Like something out of a book.

Aaron was floored, to say the least. Was this what Spencer had been doing today? He was flooded by a new emotion, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Spencer had done all of this for him? To make him feel safe?

He was still standing just barely in the room, taking everything in and getting emotional when he heard soft footsteps behind him and felt Spencer’s long arms slink around his waist. A chin hooked over his shoulder and a kiss was pressed to his neck.

“Are you alright? Did you have a nightmare?”

Aaron nodded, “You did all this… for me?” A tinge of awe decorated his voice.

“Yeah,” his boyfriend whispered back, “So you don’t hurt yourself when you sleep in here.”

Aaron felt stupid for ever thinking his wonderful, thoughtful boyfriend would ever feel embarrassed by him. Of course Spencer took everything he admitted seriously, of course Spencer cared about what he’s been through, Spencer cares… that's what he’s been feeling. Taken care of. Important. For once in his life, he feels like he’s allowed to let himself be loved.

The stunned man seemed to be frozen in place, not knowing how to respond. His mind was overwhelmed with love for his boyfriend. Spencer pulled away and grabbed the older’s hands, Aaron let himself be led to the makeshift fort.

They climbed in together, careful not to knock over any of the burning candles. Spencer settled on one end of the tub and pulled Aaron into him before he could even think of not cuddling with him. He made space with his legs for his boyfriend to settle between, chest pressed to back, arms wrapped around his love. Safe, warm, and comfortable in a sea of cushions like twin yolks in a shell.

Laying here, in his lover's arms, surrounded by low tranquil lights, and the gentle rise and fall of Spencer’s chest, Aaron felt as serene as he’d ever been. Spencer slid warm hands under Aaron’s shirt, bringing one up to rest cozily on his heart. Aaron turned his head and nuzzled further into Spencer’s neck, feeling the familiar tingle of the man’s touch and murmured a low hum of approval.

Spencer’s other hand, that wasn’t on Aaron’s heart, was used to tip the taller man’s chin up to look at him.

“I know what it’s like to be afraid of your own mind,” he cooed, “sometimes it’s impossible to take yourself out of that world. But in our home, Aaron, I want you to feel safe and protected at all times. I want you to be vulnerable and unashamed. You’re free to be everything you are in here, and I hope that you feel you can be everything you are with me, too.”

Aaron lost himself in his partner’s deep gaze, glorious hazel eyes boring into him. Completely enamored by the words spoken to him, all he could do was nod and lick his lips, trying to regulate his heart rate for a completely different reason now. Spencer had never been so… authoritative before and his sincere but stern tone sent thrilling sparks down his spine. A blush rose up his neck.

Spencer tracked the slow movement of Aaron’s tongue sliding over his bottom lip, and didn’t fight the impulse to drag his thumb over it. “You’re always safe with me.” He barely whispered before angling his head down to catch those lips in a languid kiss. Aaron sighed into it, waiting a little while before pushing himself up to fix their awkward angle. He positioned them so that Spencer was laid down flat on his back, allowing Aaron to lay between his legs once more, chest to chest. They tangled themselves in each other, lips colliding again like a match to a box, igniting a fire in the both of them.

Both were still tired from waking up in the middle of the night, but the desire coursing through their bodies was a more pressing matter. Spencer lifted his hands to frame his lover’s neck and wrapped his legs loosely around his waist, inviting Aaron to grind down onto him, both already half hard from the anticipation. Spencer groaned into Aaron’s mouth. A sound that went right to Aaron’s dick.

They explored each other’s bodies with a youthful novelty, eager to feel more skin. Never once pulling their lips apart. Aaron slipped his hands under Spencer’s shirt and shoved it up under his arms, digging his fingers into those delicious hips. Finally he broke away from the kiss to pepper the younger’s face with sweet ones. Aaron’s heart grew three sizes at Spencer’s soft giggles and let out a low laugh of his own. How ridiculous were they, making out like teenagers in a bathtub fort? Neither much cared to answer that question though, because the impatient genius bucked his hips up to meet his boyfriend’s, who was still in his boxers, let’s get those off.

Spencer eagerly reached for Aaron’s underwear and palmed at his bulge just until he heard that impatient sound from him. He pulled the man’s cock out now fully hard and dripping with precum. A groan escaped the both of them at the sight and sensation. They wasted no time in getting Spencer out of his nerdy physics flannel pajama pants, and grinded their dicks together. Lighting sparked right through the both of them, Aaron balanced himself on one arm near Spencer’s head and took both of their lengths into his right hand.

The rub of their slick cocks together was spectacular as Aaron kept a slow and steady pace, making sure to draw out all the best sounds he knew Spencer could make by nipping at his neck, where he knew the younger man was ticklish. Spencer whined at the excruciating pace, turning into a desperate whimpering mess. Making Spencer wait was so fun.

Spencer’s hands find grip in Aaron’s short hair, keeping him close, feeling the pull of Aaron's big hand on his dick and grinding up to meet him. It’s intoxicating bliss, being taken over the edge by the man he loves.

Their worlds minimized to just the slide of their cocks and the lips on their skin. The whimpering man felt the familiar build up in his abdomen, moaning freely now as he chased his orgasm, guiding Aaron’s hand with his own to feel his touch everywhere.

“Yeah baby,” Aaron encouraged, his own orgasm coming on quickly, “Cum for me baby.”

Spencer sputtered his release over both of their hands and stomachs, momentarily suspended in the intense bliss of his orgasm. He laid there spent, feeling like putty in Aaron’s hands, and pulled him down for a passionate kiss. He took his lover’s cock in hand and pumped him quickly, thumbing the head of his dick on each upstroke. Aaron came with a groan and a shudder, his arms gave out. They laid there catching their breaths for a while, ignoring the drying stickiness between them and tracing slow patterns on each other’s skin. They were so lucky to have each other.

“How are we going to shower now?” Aaron looked up and pouted.

“There’s a perfectly good sink just 5 feet away.” They laughed, Aaron pulled a blanket over them.

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that-one-weeb-but-starwars · 3 years ago

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A ball| Tup

Note: they did not need to make him that Pretty

Warnings: no not really, just Tup and Y/n fallin in love and steamy scene at the very end but kinda not really, also this is really long

Reader: female

Part 1 | 2 (in the works)

"Checkmate," Satine spoke.

"Damn it..." Y/n muttered, hand on her chin as Satine had one yet again another game.

Satine smiled at her, as Y/n tried reading the board seeing how it had exactly happened.

"Duchess, excuse me." A guard interrupted their leisurely game outside in the guards of the castle.

"It's no problem, what seems to be the problem?" Satine questioned.

"The preparations for the ball are underway, the royal seamstress says your outfits are done and asks if you both can approve of them."

"Yes of course," Satine spoke, two more guards walking up with boxes.

"Oh. no, I'm quite okay," Y/n responded, resetting the black and clear glass pieces.

"Y/n, you are turning 19, my dear, you'll need to look presentable," Satine spoke.

"Dutchess I believe I look presentable, I'm quite comfortable like this as well," Y/n told.

"I know my sweet child, you've always been comfortable with the bare minimum, but please, let me spoil you for one day," Satine responded.

Y/n was quiet as she set the final piece down, "very well..."

Satine smiled as she stood up to look inside the box and approve the dress, Y/n sat in thought, Satine wasn't her mother, no they looked drastically different after all, Y/n had been left in a bush in the palace gardens, Satine finding the child alone and in silence, busying herself with one of the flowers. Satine had gladly kept the child inside the palace walls until a parent came along, but no one ever came and Satine was suddenly a mother.

"Mistress." The guard spoke snapping her out of thought.

"Oh uh, yes." Y/n spoke standing up from her seat, and looking at the creme outfit with barely a glance, "Yes, it's beautiful, tell the Seamstress 100 thanks."

The guard nodded covering the box as they all bowed and left, Satine frowned, "Come walk. Let's talk my daughter."

"General Skywalker, do, do we really have to go as well?" Tup questioned, droids handing them all dark blue suits almost black in color, and matte.

"Yes, Obi-Wan was double security at this event for the Dutchess, and I agree with him," Anakin spoke, "Separatist parties will be there, Duchess Satine has a knack for being able to convince people, and with Padame they're practically an unstoppable team."

"But," Tup spoke, "Sir a, a party?"

"Diplomatic party, you'll be fine Tup."

Anakin then walked away to let his boys get ready and go get himself ready.

"I look good," Fives spoke checking himself out in the mirror.

"It's nice to wear something besides armor." Hardcase commented, "Makes me feel like a civie."

"A civie that just has thousands of replicas." Dogma argued.

"Oh get the stick out your ass," Jesse argued, "We can have fun for the one time in our life on the job,"

"Hey," Kix placed a hand on Tup's shoulder, "You okay?"

"Huh? Yeah," Tup spoke, "Crowds, uh aren't my thing."

"I'll make sure Rex posts you on the patio outside, you won't be around too many people then," Kix told.

"No, It's fine, I'm on the job- I'll, uh...just focus on that," Tup responded.

"Are you sure?"

Tup nodded as Kix returned the nod in understanding, going back to dressing himself, Tup went over to his bunk to dress, he'd admit, even though he was the same as everyone else in that room, he still felt shy, being a bit leaner than the others he started pulling his armor off to dress in the new outfit, simply putting the outfit over his blacks.

"What- No! Hey I want a titty window!" Fives argued.

"No," Echo demand, buttoning up his brother's shirt fixing Fives vest as well.

Tup stayed silent as he buttoned up the shirt, tucking it into the slacks and putting on the matching vest.

"OH Ho HO!" Fives whistled, "Look at Tup!"

"Yeah, thanks," Tup spoke, fixing the collar of his shirt, and pushing up the sleeves.

"Come on! Let your hair down! We're going somewhere fancy!"

"I'm good." Tup spoke

"He's way to excited for this." Dogma protested causing Tup to chuckle.

"You look nice." Tup commented.

"Uh. Yeah I guess." Dogma spoke.

The two had gotten close due to one another due to being not only regular troopers with no rank, but due to there quietness.

"OH HO HO! LOOK WHO JUST CAME IN! GENERAL TANO!"

The boys turned there head whistling playfully.

"Bad bitch is the house."

She wore a pinstrip pant suit, the lines orange on white fabric and a pair of heels. She laughed.

"We're almost there." She spoke, "Skyguy wants us on the transports now."

Tup followed suit of everyone else. Everyone doing as asked, it was odd, seeing everyone dressed up all fancy and nice.

Y/n sighed.

"Look up madame. They'll be plenty fine gentlemen there." A maid tried to pursuade, "or a woman if you'd prefer."

"Yes. I know." Y/n responded mindlessly, nose stuck in the book about game tactics, her goal to be her mother, "mhm. I've never tried that before."

The maid sighed finishing y/n's hair in the crowned braid.

"Look look beautiful."

"Mhm."

The maid frowned, and there was a knock on the door. It opened as Satine came in, the maid bowing and leaving quickly.

"You're nose still stuck in a book. You remind me much of Obi-wan."

"Is the party over yet?" Y/n questioned flipping the page.

"It hasnt even began my dear." Satine spoke, expecting a comment back Y/n kept silent sitting infront of her simple vanity it black in color and matched the bench she sat on.

Satine walked over, taking the open spot next to Y/n.

"What is wrong me dear?" Satine inquired, "You don't avidly read strategic books unless something is wrong."

Y/n sighed, marking the book with a string and setting it down.

"I. I just don't wish to go." Y/n responded.

"It is much bigger than that isn't it?" Satine refered, catching Y/n in her lie.

"I." Y/n sighed, "I am nervous."

"For what my darling?"

"People." Y/n responded, "I. This. People...it's...I dont have the skills."

"Well of course you do,"

"I've never been out the palace walls, I've never fallen in love, I've never been taken advantage of- I just- Don't know anything about people," y/n defended "I've never even seen another sential species besides the holograms and images in my books that use words. I know every launage out there but have never met there people- I-"

"Calm down, take a deep breathe." Satine soothed, "everything will be fine. I will be at your side. The whole time, and you know me. Don't you?"

Y/n nodded as Satine smiled, "You're turning 19 my dear, becoming a young woman. You can do this, and I will guide you through whatever you ask."

Y/n only nodded once more, "now. Lets put our. Pain killing heels on and make haste shall we? Guest are arriving and I'd like to introduce you to your very first group of friends, but first."

Y/n watched as Satine pulled out a box, "I had something much. Much more elaborate my birthday, but you I know. Like to keep things as simple as possible."

Y/n took the small box in hand. Opening the golden box there was a small golden crown, it reminded her of a laurel wreath, yet without as many leaves, a few littered around the gold band with a stone that was ment to set on her forehead.

"For you're love of nature a green stone." Satine spoke.

"Its beatiful, thank you." Y/n spoke softly pulling it out of its box.

"Allow me." Satine spoke, y/n handing it over and bowing her head, Satine with a smile set the item on her head.

Y/n raised her head back up, "quiet beatiful you have become."

Y/n smiled smallly, "now. Shall we make haste? To make new friends?"

Y/n nodded smally as Satine smiled.

With that they were off, y/n following Satine dressed up nice, and thanked maker for the soleless sandles given to her instead of heels.

Y/n wouldn't lie, when General Kenobi arrived as they walked out onto the royal landing pad she found no interest in him, bowing her head respectfully, she did the same with Anakin. A bit more intrigued with Ashoka, but nothing pictures hadn't depicted. A man stood next to Anakin, who was soon introduced as Captain Rex. Y/n welcomed and thanked him for coming, but besides that, she was silent during the conversation.

"Sir, apologies for interrupting."

"It's fine, Jesse go ahead," Anakin spoke, Y/n watching the man with a large tattoo on his face gave a brief report to his general as the two joined the tight group of talkers.

Y/n was intrigued with the man next to him, hair tied back in a bun as his brother in arms talked. He too seemed the silent type, staying behind Jesse's shoulder rather than next to him, it was a slight difference Y/n realized.

"Lady Y/n, these are two are some of my finest men, Jesse and Tup."

"Lady Y/n" Jesse spoke bowing his head.

"Nice to meet you," Tup spoke nervously, his hand outreached for a handshake, Jesse quickly pulling his brother's hand down who was already a nervous wreck.

"Apologies for my brother! He doesn't know how to act!" Jesse scolded elbowing Tup slightly who was already shaming himself mentally and Y/n could sense it, but Jesse was already dragging him away with an insane amount of apologies as he left.

Y/n watched as they got far enough away to where Jesse had started to drag Tup by the collar of his shirt.

"Lively bunch aren't they?" Satine questioned Y/n who nodded.

"My apologies Duchess, Lady Y/n. The 501st is not very big on tradition, and neither is there general." Obi-Wan scolded as Anakin shrugged.

"It's okay." Y/n finally spoke up, causing heads to turn, "I, um, apologizes. Duchess if I may."

"Yes, you can go ahead," Satine spoke worried for the girl as she rushed off quickly.

"Will she be okay?" Ashoka questioned.

"She has no social skills, and on top that, no friends her age," Satine spoke solemnly, "I wish to help her but she's a closed book."

"Have I got the perfect trooper for her to make friends with," Anakin responded

"You're not sending Fives or Hardcase over to her, if anyone to watch her it'll be Cody, at least he can stay on task," Obi-wan argued.

"I think me and my master have the same idea," Ashoka smirked.

"I- I'm sorry general- Me?" Tup questioned.

"Yes I need a clone with Lady Y/n at all times, and since she seems to like you after a slip up that could have cost us a whole war," Anakin spoke, "You're watching her,"

"General! I. I can't watch her! I. I. I. I have patrol!" Tup tried to argue.

"Kix is on patrol now, she's supposedly back in her room," Anakin spoke.

"Her- what!?" Tup argued.

"one of the guards will escort you thanks again."

"Wait! General!" Tup argued but he was walking away and waving to Tup happily.

"Are you the clone trooper known as Tup?" A guard asked walking up to him.

"yes, but wait a minute!-"

"This way."

Tup had no option but to follow a guard at his back and his front as they escorted him to the room. Anxiety racked his body, his hands clammy and squeezing each other as he gulped, the guards stopping and knocking.

"Mistress your escort is here."

"Oh, yes," Y/n spoke quietly, "He may come in alone."

The guards posted outside her room as Tup pushed one of the doors opened, he walked in silently and closed the door behind him carefully.

Looking straight on the large french doors were opened to a patio. Walking towards the open doors he found Y/n sitting on the floor a stack of books beside her with a chessboard by her side, her knees raised to her chest as her dress was laid out around her.

"I'm uh, your guard for the dance," Tup spoke, his thumb pressing into his palm.

"You can go back, I'm not going," Y/n told him, her mouth and jaw covered by her arms propped on her knees.

"oh, uh..." Tup spoke, not knowing what to do.

Y/n looked beside her, "You can sit, maybe you'll get in less trouble that way?"

He nodded in agreement, taking a seat on one side of the chess board. They sat in silence against the wall. Tup looking down at the pieces of the board set up on their respective sides, his clammy hands couldn't help but move a piece. Y/n looked overhearing the crystal click on the board. Looking down she picked up a piece and moved it, Tup moving his next piece without a word. Y/n looked down at the board, her legs falling from her chest and onto the ground flat as she looked over in thought. Picking up her next piece she took his pawn, setting it down on the side. As they played they could hear the talk of guests starting to come to the palace. Due to where Y/n's room was it wasn't much to hear, just the occasional burst of loud laughter.

"Ah yes! Yes!" One laughed spoke loudly, "I love the stars!"

Y/n suddenly came with an outburst the came with the man's hearty laugh, "I have loved the stars to foundly-"

"-to be fearful of the night." Tup finished moving his next piece.

Y/n's moved her gaze up softly then chuckled, "Mythology lover?"

"When I have the time, I mostly learn through tell and hear," Tup responded watching Y/n capture another piece.

It was silent again as Tup captured yet another piece, his eyes drifting over to her stack of books. Eyes glancing over the titles.

"H.P Lovecraft?" Tup questioned Y/n nodding.

"I find his stories interesting, I enjoy the horror genere as a whole." Y/n smiled moving her next peice, "do you like horror?"

Tup nodded, "I do occasionally, again hear and tell mostly."

Y/n nodded, "come with me."

Y/n stood up, walking into her room, Tup watching her.

"Come on." Y/n gestured holding out a hand for him.

He took it gently and was pulled up from his spot on the floor. Y/n led him by the hand into her room and towards a wall pushing on a certain spot a small door opened. Y/n leaned down walking through the door as Tup followed, Y/n closed the door behind them.

"Woah."

Y/n smiled, "the palace library."

"I am the only one who's ever in here." Y/n contuined.

The two walked side by side, out from the side of the room and into the center of the room. Tup turned around to speak, but he watched her pass a dusty window, the sun set passing in through cobwebs and dusty, shining on her think crown, her dress flowly and made up of multiple thin layers of fabric.

He gulped as she turned her head, stopping in her spot.

"What's wrong?"

"I," he started but stopped for a momment, "My name, its. It's Tup. I don't know if you-"

"Remember you?" Y/n questioned, "I do."

She walked up to him a hand extended, "Y/n."

He smiled as they shook hands.

"Tup." He introduced himself once again as they chuckled lightly.

They pulled away, Y/n's hands clasped infront of her.

"Well Tup its very nice to meet you again."

"Its nice to meet you too Lady Y/n."

"Lady Y/n!"

She took a quick step back from her closeness with Tup, clearing her throat.

"Oh thank maker..." the gaurd spoke under his breathe, "the duchess wishes for you to greet your guest."

Y/n nodded softly, "Well. Let's go?"

Tup nodded, the two leaving side by side in silence. They two making there way down to the main set of doors which led to the throne room.

"Lady Y/n." Obi-wan spoke, "The Duchess ask I escort you in while introduced."

"Oh." Y/n spoke looking at Tup he gave her an akwards thumb up, she chuckled and smiled at him with a nod.

Y/n smiled Obi wan extending an arm, Y/n linking arms with the Jedi General. The doors opened as they walked forward.

"Introducing Lady Y/n! Daughter of Dutchess Satine! Next in line for the throne!"

Y/n and Obi-wan walked forward people clearing a straight shot to her mother. Her and Obi-wan walked forward, feeling the stares on her she kept silent. It soon because uncomfortable, feeling the gaze more than just simple admiration or awe. She tensed as they walked making her to the steps to Satines throne. She pulled away from Obi-wan, bowing her head to her mother as she walked up, a smaller throne simplistic like how Y/n liked it and took a simple seat, she watched Tup sneak into the room carefully standing next to a man who had a medical band on his arm with his suit, before everyone started to fill the room again.

Satine stood up, she was making a speech Y/n zoned out, it was a greeting, thanking everyone personally for coming to celebrate Y/n's transition into womenhood.

"That's why I am glad to speak, Y/n's hand is extended for potential marraige candidates!"

Y/n sat up shocked, and Satine thanked everyone once again and took a seat. Everyone going back to chatting.

"Excuse me!? Marraige?" Y/n argued.

"It is a formality you do not have to marry anyone."

"Im not taking anyone into consideration," Y/n defended, crossing her arms and leaning back in her seat.

"Lady Y/n-"

"No." Y/n spoke, she was beyond annoyed.

"Thank you for your time..." he spoke bowing his head and walking away heart broken.

Y/n rejected any man that came up to try and give there hand to her.

Tup watched from afar, Kix and Dogma by his side. Men contuined to go up to her and as more and more did she seemed more and more irratated. He quickly walked away from his brothers would watched him out of confusion.

Watching him walk up to the thrown he started walking up the steps.

"Y/n," Tup spoke, holding a hand out for her, "I'd like to spend time with you, perhaps a dance?"

"Hey! Buddy wait in line!" A man argued but Y/n looked at Tup thanks in her eyes.

The lighting on him seemed perfect, he back lit perfectly, his eyes holding a smile along with his lips. Y/n grabbed his hand lightly as Tup helped her up, the two walking down the stairs hand in hand.

"Thank you." Y/n spoke they now in the crowd of people.

"Seems you needed it," Tup answered as Y/n chuckled.

"To the libary?"

"Actually," Tup spoke quietly, "I'd...like to have a dance with you."

Y/n flushed, "t-that sounds good. Yeah."

It was almost on cue did everyone backed up circling people who wanted to dance, Y/n and Tup in the center of it.

"Um. Tup." Y/n spoke.

"Hm?"

"Do you know how to dance?"

"Oh. Uh." Tup spoke, "no actually, do. Do you?"

Y/n shook her head no. The two laughing together as the music started.

"Suppose we should act like we're doing and maybe we'll fall in?" Y/n laughed.

Tup smiled in return, "I suppose."

The music started as they watched other, a simple waltz. Y/n and Tup luckily able to copy others, hands which once were placed in hand on on him, soon became more intimate, fingers intertwining. Tup's hand moving from her hip to the small of her back, she leaning into his touch just a bit more.

"Not bad." Y/n spoke softly, "we're doing decent."

Tup chuckled softly in return, "I suppose us clones learn quick."

"Clone?" Y/n questioned, "you're a clone?"

Tup looked at her confused, "You. You don't know that?" He questioned confused.

"I." Y/n spoke, "I don't mean to sound, uh, Rude."

Tup frowned, maybe she was an avid clone hater?

"I um. Havent payed much attention, to your face, my apologies." Y/n spoke, a flush coming to her cheeks.

"Am I offensive?" Tup questioned.

"No. No. Not at all." Y/n spoke, "On the contrary actually. I. Find you most appealing, your. Voice and presence is quiet soothing. You're a good man."

It was Tup's turn to flush, spinning her around softly as everyone else did. Her dress picking up just the slightest at the ends. Pulling her back into his grasp, it was sudden for both of them, there chest pressed up against one another, faces close, Tup's hand now across the small of her back grabbing her other hip as he lowered her into a dip, Y/n's arm around his neck as he did.

The claps of everyone was muffled in there ears.

Tup's nose brushing against hers as he tilted his head softly, Y/n stopping him with a hand on hie jaw , and she was raised up again in a flash.

"I. Im sorry" Tup apologized, everyone still clapping as Y/n bowed to him red faced.

"I...must go." Y/n spoke quickly rushing away and into the crowd.

"Wait!" Tup called rushing after her, she rushing out the throne room.

"My lady-"

"Im quiet fine a game of tag is all." Y/n defended rushing off, the urge of wanting Tup so bad fueling her feet as she ran from him.

Tup rushed looking both ways, "Which way did she go?"

"Left sir-"

Tup rushed after her, his shoes clicking against the marble floors of the palace as he ran. Seeing her take a turn up ahead he called her name once more, following her quick steps, she rushed into her ungaurded room and closing the door behind her.

Making it to the doors he panted for a moment, soon calming his breath he knocked on the door.

"Please! Y/n I did not mean to upset you!" He begged, "I. I should have asked asked you! I should have never just jumped into it!"

Y/n quiet as she leaned against the door, her body pressed up against it to keep it closed, he seemed genuinely angered with himself, and worried for her.

"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." Tup spoke softly, "I...just..."

Y/n stayed silent listening.

"I. Seen you for the first time walking up with my brother to report to General Skywalker..." he informed, "I had no idea someone could look so beautiful until I seen you, then. Well then we started that chess game."

Y/n's cheeks grew red as she listened, her heart starting to drop its quickly put up walls.

"You just spoke and It was beautiful. I. I'm not good with words either. I." He sighed, "I didn't realize someone like me could have so much in common with you... half the time my brothers don't like any same things as me. And we're all copies of each other."

The knot in her stomach grew as she gulped, "I. Tup. Its not that I'm mad at you."

Tup was surprised to hear an answer, "I. I think you're quiet beatiful, I. I just...I've never..."

"Y/n you do not need to explain yourself to me." Tup told her.

"Just. Let me finish." Y/n spoke calmly, "I've, well. Tup. I. I. I've never kissed anyone."

Y/n stopped waiting for a laugh, or even a 'yeah right', but she got a sincere chuckle trying to break the ice, "neither have I."

It was a surpise to Tup when the door opened softly, Y/n's flushed face being seen due to the light of the hall.

"Are you okay?" Tup questioned Y/n nodding her gaze to the floor.

"We're you being..serious?" Y/n questioned softly.

Tup nodded, growing nervous himself.

"Would you..umm. like too?" Y/n questioned, "kiss me?"

"I..um." tup spoke his face full red, "yes.."

Y/n opened up the door a bit more so he could come in, taking the hint he walked in the room dark. His eyes not having to adjust as the French doors which were uncovered let in moonlight.

Y/n closed the door quietly, locking it behind her so they'd be uninterrupted. He turned his head watching her walk towards him.

Oh maker.

They stood infront of each other nervously, refusing to make eye contact. Y/n with a shaking hand reached out her hand, her fingers dancing along his shoulder as he looked down.

"Tup. I." Y/n spoke, her other arm following her first one on the other side of his head his hands slipping onto her hips.

Nerves in a bundle they tensed in one anothers arms, faces leaning in slowly, noses brushed up against one another. A few of Tup's fingers tapped and tilted her face to the side as he tilted his own face the other way.

"Tup...Im nervous." Y/n whispered against his lips, "what happens if...if i like it too much?"

"I'll do anything you ask me..." he mummbled her hot breathe hitting his lips.

It was silent for another momment, Y/n's eyes slolwy closing as Tup's followed. They leaning in the small space as there lips pressrd against each others. The bundle of nerves melting away and falling into ribbions that slowly started to knot.

The kiss was, cute, nothing more than pressing there lips against one another and then pulled away little space between there lips, a new found hunger filled the both of them, Tup pressing forward in a much more passionate kiss, y/n kissed back, lips dancing against one another. Y/n pushed into Tup. Breathe heavy through the armature kisses. Tup mindlessly picked Y/m up, her legs wrapping around his waist as they contuined to kiss. Walking over to her bed he placed her down carefully, climbing over her body.

Kiss only breaking for air, "Do. Do you want this?" Tup questioned, things had moved awfully fast and turned into a one night stand, love filled relationship neither could explain.

Y/n nodded, "Only from you"

"Are you sure? I don't want you unsatisfied." Tup spoke honestly.

"If its you I'll never be unsatisfied." Y/n told him, the two kissing again, Tup holding his like a peice of glass under him.

"I love you." Tup whispered against her lips.

"I love you too Tup." She spoke back. Tup kissing her once more.

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