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candycandy00 · 6 months ago

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Roses in the Sky - An Original Alien x Reader Story Part 7

In a future where humanity huddles in decaying domed cities controlled by alien invaders, you and your best friend Anna work as make-shift nurses in a tiny clinic run by the young doctor Terrian. The city is ruled by the aliens' violent, half-breed offspring who serve as brutal overseers. You and Anna have always tried to avoid these overseers at all cost, but your life is changed when one of those same terrifying offspring is brought into the clinic, injured and unconscious.

This is an original Alien (well half alien) x Fem Reader story! I hope everyone who enjoys my fanfiction will give this a shot! Any feedback whatsoever would be loved! I’ve already written this story so it’s not going to delay my fanfics. Just thought I might post chapters of this between fanfics if anyone is interested.

Slow burn, as this is a novel-length story, but there will be smut in later chapters! Also: violence, blood, rape attempts, death of side characters, etc.

Terrian was standing in a chair changing a light bulb when you reached the first upstairs bedroom. He was wearing jeans and a plaid button-up shirt that clung to his body. His feet were bare, and it was the first time you had ever seen him without his hair pulled back. With his glasses off, lying folded on the bed, and his hair falling across his shoulders, he almost looked like something from the cover of a romance novel. You were surprised that he could be so handsome.

When he noticed you, he jumped down from the chair and grinned, instantly shattering the previous image as he was missing a few front teeth, a result of the attack on the clinic, and suddenly looked very ridiculous. He pulled on his glasses and reached for a package on the bedside table. He reached it to you with a wide smile.

You opened it and reached your hand in, pulling out the pieces one at a time and laying them across the bed. Among them was a short black skirt with white ruffles underneath and a small black top with white lace trim. There were black stockings, white gloves, and a black choker-style necklace.

"Go ahead, try it on!" Terrian said brightly.

You gave him a dirty look. "It's disgusting."

"It's adorable! Didn't you see how cute Anna looked?"

"You're such a pervert,” you said, rolling your eyes at him.

"Oh, come on. Give an old man something pretty to look at while he bides his time."

You frowned. "You're twenty-nine."

Terrian laughed and exited the room, shutting the door behind him. You locked it, then changed into the costume. It really wasn't as bad as you and Anna made it seem. In fact it actually was cute. But complaining endlessly about the uniforms he picked out was just another way to joke around. Another way to keep your minds from thinking about the world around you.

You walked outside, where Terrian and Anna were waiting in the hall. Terrian practically squealed with delight when you emerged, hugging you tightly.

"So what do we have to do?" you asked, shoving Terrian away.

He handed you and Anna each a sheet of paper. "That's your list of chores. Do them together or split up, it's up to you. Just finish it by the end of the day!"

You groaned as you looked over the list. It was huge and full of lengthy tasks. The two of you decided to do the work together, and as you scrubbed down the bathroom walls, you told Anna about Vartan.

Anna dropped the rag she was holding. "So he's staying at your house? Sleeping on your couch?!"

"Yeah."

"And you're okay with that?"

You stopped working. "I don't have much choice, do I? You said it yourself, we owe him big time. He came to me for help. I couldn't just make him leave."

"That's true. But be careful, he's still dangerous."

"He, uh, promised not to do anything to me,” you said.

Anna's eyes widened. "Seriously?"

"Yeah," you replied, "and he explained why half-breeds are such hormonal monsters. Turns out they're not allowed to mate with each other, and they were raised to believe that all humans want is sex."

"Wow. That does explain a lot."

You picked up Anna's rag and reached it to her, then picked your own up and returned to scrubbing the wall. "Anyway, I guess he'll be staying with me for a while."

Anna was still watching you. "Are you falling in love with him?"

You faced her. "Of course not! He's a half-breed!"

"But he's different. Haven't you noticed? He acts almost human."

"Yeah, maybe," you answered, focusing on the wall again. You had noticed, but you were trying not to think too much about it. He could turn on you at any moment, and you’d only be hurt if you’d started to think of him as human.

The day carried on and the two of you worked hard, cleaning and scrubbing and dusting. In the afternoon Terrian called you to the kitchen where he gave you and Anna lunch. You explained the situation with Vartan, and all he had told you, to Terrian.

"You don't seem very surprised," you said when Terrian had little reaction to your story.

He laughed nervously. "Oh, it's very surprising. I just didn't know what to say."

You and Anna looked at each other suspiciously, but then shrugged and returned to your work. You made your way through the upstairs bedrooms, and at the end of the hall came to a set of stairs leading to the third story of Terrian's house. Anna looked over the sheet of paper. "The third floor isn't on the list. I don't think we have to clean it."

"Maybe he just forgot to write it down," you said.

"Or maybe he doesn't want us up there."

You looked at Anna. "Why not? You think he has secrets?"

Both you and Anna stared at each other for a moment before grinning. "Okay, we have to go up there now!" Anna said, starting up the stairs. You glanced back down the hall to make sure Terrian wasn't around, then followed Anna.

The third floor was dark and dusty, and all the doors were shut. They looked as if they'd been closed off for years. You felt a tiny bit guilty for exploring an area he hadn't told you to enter, but then again, he hadn't specifically told you not to go up there either. Suddenly Anna nudged you.

"Look, there's light coming from under that door."

The very last door on the right side of the hall was closed, but indeed there was light visible beneath it. The two of you crept up to the door quietly and pressed your ears against it. You listened for a moment, hearing nothing.

Before another second passed, a feminine voice from the other side of the door said, "Terrian?"

You jumped back, looking at Anna in shock. She wore a similar expression. You nodded to her, and Anna slowly twisted the doorknob. She then flung the door open and both of you peered inside. You gasped, your hands over your mouth.

In a bed in the center of the room laid an incredibly beautiful half-breed. Her hair was auburn, hanging long in soft waves that dangled from the sides of the bed. One eye was aqua blue and the other was so dark brown it seemed black. She was dressed in a pink frilly night gown, something Terrian had obviously chosen. But the horrifying part was that from the knees down, she had no legs. There was an iv hooked up to her right wrist, and she looked frighteningly weak.

Her eyes grew large when she saw you and Anna. She reached a hand toward you, and the two of you shrieked as you dashed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind you. As you ran back to the second floor, you faintly heard a small voice calling for you to wait.

You and Anna stood on the second floor, panting. "Who was that?!" you asked, still unable to get over the shock.

"It was a half-breed, but she looked so weak! Do you think Terrian is holding her prisoner here?"

You shook your head. "No, he's not like that! He always makes excuses for half-breeds. He wouldn't hurt a flea!"

Anna had flopped down into a sitting position on the stairs leading to the first floor. "We think that, but what if we're wrong? What if she's the half-breed who killed his father or something? What if he captured her and he's performing experiments on her to learn about half-breeds and ultimately take revenge?"

Your hands were on the sides of your head, clutching your hair. "And what if, now that we've seen her, he'll kill us to make sure we never tell?!"

Terrian stepped into view at the bottom of the stairs and looked up at them. "What are you girls talking about?"

Anna jumped up and eyed him nervously. "Nothing," she said, "we're not talking about anything."

"Oh? But I thought I heard-"

You took a deep breath. "Anna, we should tell him. She'll tell him anyway if we don't."

Terrian's eyes widened. "She?"

"We saw her," Anna said, looking down.

"Her?" Terrian asked, sweat beads forming on his brow.

"The half-breed," you answered. "The one you keep on the third floor."

Terrian paled and gripped the railing on the stairs. "Oh... God... you really saw her?"

"I'm sorry!" Anna said. "We shouldn't have gone to the third floor without asking you! We promise we won't tell anyone!"

"Yeah, we'll never breathe a word of it to another soul!" you cried.

Terrian suddenly seemed to regain his composure, and he began walking up the stairs, his eyes downcast. "Well, it's too late now. You've seen her."

You and Anna looked at each other in horror, then watched as he approached. You flinched when he reached you, but he simply walked on by, toward the stairs leading to the third floor. He turned to look at you over his shoulder. "Come on up, we'll explain everything."

"We?" you asked.

"Nariah and I.”

You glanced at Anna again before the two of you slowly, cautiously followed him back up the stairs. You ended up back in the room you had found the half-breed in, and she looked up brightly when you entered the room. "Oh, Terrian, so you know they found me," she said.

He nodded, smiling to her. "It's alright. They won't tell anyone about us."

He looked back to you. "This is Nariah," he said, gesturing toward the half-breed. "And Nariah, these are my nurses. Well, maids now."

Nariah smiled. "I'm glad to finally meet you. Terrian has told me so much about you two."

You were stunned. Anna was speechless.

You struggled to find words, finally asking, “Terrian, what is she doing here?"

He sat down on the edge of the bed and took Nariah's hand. The casualness of it all made you feel dizzy. "I found her in an alley two years ago," he began. "A group of half-breeds had torn off her legs and left her there to die. My first instinct was to walk away and pretend I hadn't seen her. One less half-breed to worry about, right? Back then, I was still bitter. But something told me to help her. I secretly brought her to my home and bandaged her wounds. She was unconscious for three days, but when she awoke, she explained her situation."

Nariah took over from there. "I got into an argument with several of my kind, and they called me a traitor. They intended for me to die in the alley, and I feared that if they ever found me alive, they'd immediately kill me. That's why, when Terrian offered to let me stay here with him, I accepted."

"Nariah isn't like other half-breeds," Terrian told you, "Well, she was at first, but over the past two years she's become so much more human than Pagoda. I hardly think of her as a half-breed anymore. To me, she's just a lady who needs caring for."

Nariah smiled up at him, and to you they resembled a couple who had been married for years.

Anna's hands were shaking. "That's why you always defend their behavior," she said accusingly. "That's why you feel more comfortable around them. You've been living with one all this time."

"Anna," Terrian started, but Nariah placed a hand on his arm to stop him.

"Terrian has told me much about you, Anna. He told me you're a strong, courageous girl who has survived many horrors. I don't know the details, but I know you were hurt by my kind. I'm sorry for what you've been through. But Terrian has been hurt by those like me as well. At first, he didn't trust me. I didn't trust him. He only tended to me when it was necessary to keep me alive. But the more we talked, the more we came to understand each other. He has taught me much about humans, and I understand now how wrong I was in the past. Please forgive me. Please forgive Terrian for keeping such a secret."

Anna stared at her, her frown melting slowly away. "No, I'm sorry. It's none of my business anyway."

She turned and left the room. You glanced back at Terrian and Nariah, who looked worried. "I'll talk to her," you told them, heading for the door, "And it was nice to meet you, Nariah."

You made your way through the hallway and down the stairs to the second floor. Sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall was Anna, her face buried in her knees and her body shaking with sobs.

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bcdrawsandwrites · 23 days ago

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[ID: A Team Fortress 2 fanfic banner in the style of the game’s achievement icons. Pyro and Spy's hands, holding a lighter and a cigarette respectively, are shown on a dark gray background. Their hands and the flame on the lighter are orange, while the lighter and cigarette are a mix of yellow-white and dark gray. The lighter is lighting Spy's cigarette. On the left of the banner is the chapter’s title in yellow-white, reading “CHAPTER NINE: GOT A LIGHT?” /end ID]

Flickering

Fandom: Team Fortress 2 Rating: K+ Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Friendship Characters: Spy, Pyro, Sniper, various other mercs Warnings: General references to trauma, panic attacks, TF2-typical violence Fic Description: After the events of the comics, the mercs try to go back to how things were, but it’s never that easy.

Spy can see his teammates going through their own struggles… but something seems to be very, very wrong with Pyro in particular.

And since no one else seems to be doing anything about this, Spy makes it his mission to get to the bottom of what is troubling Pyro. For no particular reason.

Beta Readers: @mechmolar, @gonturan0, @junuve

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Chapter 9: Got a Light? Summary: In which Pyro lends a borrowed lighter.

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Another day, another pointless battle.

Spy was still getting paid, and he'd actually gone home the previous night to sleep in his own bed for once, so he couldn't complain.

This match was a simple payload, and they were defending against the BLU team. Everyone was getting ready in spawn, including Spy, who was sharpening his butterfly knife. Sniper, as well, was off in a corner sharpening his blade, though Spy couldn't tell where his eyes were looking due to his sunglasses, and he looked away from him, casting a glance instead at Medic and Heavy. Amusingly, Archimedes was perched on one of Heavy's fingers, cocking his head at the merc, who laughed in response. Demo and Soldier were preparing their sticky- and rocket-launchers respectively, while Engineer was running Pyro through some strategy he had planned. Pyro was nodding along, paying attention, it seemed.

When Engineer finished talking and went to select a wrench, Spy approached Pyro. "Starting to feel better, are we?"

Pyro looked up, startled, but slowly nodded.

"Good. Perhaps this match may yield more color for you."

It had no response for this, only watching Spy as he moved to the starting gate. Spy paid the Pyro no mind—he would like to concentrate more on the match, for once. He might check on it once or twice, but it usually did well enough in the matches without his help.

Once the gates opened, Spy hurried out toward the BLU team's base. He activated his Cloak and Dagger as he waited for the other team's gates to open, and listened, hoping to catch any sort of planning from the opposite team. Unfortunately, all he could hear was the sounds of whooping and laughter as the other team wasted time. The rest of his team got into position, waiting to ambush the BLU team when the gates opened.

When they finally did, Spy rushed forward and de-cloaked, backstabbing a soldier before he got the chance to turn around. There was then a soft click behind him—one he was all too familiar with, and that made him strain to run faster. Not fast enough, unfortunately, as the sound of a blast preceded an intense heat on his back. "Fire, fire, fire!" he screamed, bolting for the small stream just outside the BLU base, but his own Pyro reached him first, sending an air blast that wiped out the flames instantly. He gave Pyro a grateful nod, though all he could think was that someone had better swiftly kill him before the match was over so the respawn would fix his suit.

He was so consumed with this thought that he nearly missed when Pyro nodded back with the tiniest hum of acknowledgement. It only registered when Pyro ran past him to air blast the respawned soldier's rocket back into the enemy base.

Spy left the Pyro to it, heading for the payload but making a quick detour to hide and disguise himself first.

"Oy, lad," came a voice, and he realized Demo was nearby, readying to launch himself. "I didn't know ye were capable of smilin' with that fancy suit a' yours burnt to a crisp."

"Merely thinking of the revenge I'm plotting on the freak that set me aflame," Spy lied, whipping out his disguise kit. He selected the soldier that Pyro had taken out as he would be stuck in spawn for a while longer, and hurried back out into the fray.

The match progressed as usual. In a mixed blessing, Spy got his wish, and was taken out by a sniper. That was about the only good thing that could be said for the time being, as the BLU team was approaching the third checkpoint, inching even closer to their base.

Spotting Engineer struggling to haul his toolbox ahead of the BLU team, Spy whipped behind cover, turned invisible, and crept into the tunnel and behind the enemy, backstabbing the heavy that had nearly taken out the Engineer.

"Much obliged," Engineer panted as he rushed out of the tunnel. In a matter of moments he had the sentry up, and it mowed down the BLUs that were making their way out.

For once, the battleground was quiet—or quieter than usual. Spy crept behind cover again, waiting for the other team to rear their ugly heads, and watching for any signs of the enemy spy. The others were watching as well, Engineer occasionally swinging at the air in case the spy neared his sentry, Scout holding his bat at the ready, Medic preparing his ubercharge near Heavy.

The silence went on for what felt like longer than it should have, and the mercs couldn't help but exchange a few baffled glances. It was Scout who broke the relative silence:

"Well, where are they? They give up, or—?"

As though in response, a distant, wild scream echoed through the tunnel.

"Guess we scared 'em," Soldier said, leaning back with a toothy grin.

Spy, however, cast a look around the battlefield, taking note of their teammates. He did a quick headcount; the only ones he couldn't spot were Sniper—who was likely in a nest somewhere—and Pyro.

Before he could think on that further, there was another shout from the tunnel, which preceded the scream of a rocket that Scout narrowly dodged. Spy's heart hammered as adrenaline filled his veins, and he went invisible, bolting out of his hiding spot to creep behind the oncoming enemy lines. Several BLUs were scrambling out of the tunnel, directly into the sentry fire. Only the last two—a scout and a demo—balked before coming in range of the sentry. Spy had his sights on the demo, but paused when they looked back before looking at the tunnel's exit again.

"That sentry's gonna cream us, but I ain't goin' back there," the scout said with a shudder.

"It's dead now, lad," the demo replied, though his voice trembled.

"You sure? After that, I ain't gonna be surprised if it rises from the dead and—"

"Don't say that!"

Spy frowned—they seemed to be talking about Pyro. It must have really been throwing its all into the fight—more so than it had prior, somehow.

"Listen, lad," the demo continued, "I don't want to die like that again to that—"

"Then die like this to my knife," Spy whispered, decloaking behind the demo and backstabbing him.

"WOAH!" the scout cried, reeling back, and Spy backed up, whipping out his gun. For a brief moment he hesitated—the outfit was a blue mirror to their own Scout, but that was the same for all of them. This wasn't his Scout, this wasn't—

The scout's bat came down, knocking the gun out of his hand. But just as the young man drew the weapon back with a smug chuckle, an arrow shot through his skull, sending him careening to the ground.

Letting out a breath, Spy scrambled for his weapon and grit his teeth. Foolish.

While he'd been distracted with the demo and scout, the enemy spy had managed to sap their sentry, and the enemy heavy had survived the previous fire, taking out Engineer. Spy went invisible just as the BLU pyro swung around the corner. He narrowly dodged the flames, only for a jar to shatter on his back, shorting out his watch. "Oh, for—" was all he managed to get out before a rocket slammed into him, splattering his reeking remains on the side of the tunnel.

When Spy came out of respawn, the first thing that came to him was relief at no longer being covered in jarate. His second was the realization that he was not alone.

"...right? You're all right now, Smokey."

Engineer and Pyro were standing near one of the spawn exits. Engineer had a hand reaching out to Pyro, but he came short of touching it. Meanwhile, Pyro's head was lowered, but it was shaking itself before straightening.

"All right, there you go. Get on out there!"

Pyro nodded, hurrying out the door, while Engineer hung back, scratching his head. When Spy approached him, the Engineer looked back, and Spy raised an eyebrow pointedly.

Engineer sighed. "When I respawned here, it was freaking out. Dunno how long it had been there."

"Was it having an... episode of some sort?"

"Think so. It was sittin' there and breathin' real hard, clawin' at its throat."

So it hadn't just been fighting harder than normal. Something must have set off one of its episodes, which obviously freaked the BLUs out. "Well, it's fine now, but I'm not so sure about us. Let's move." With that, Spy hurried out of spawn, the Engineer at his heels.

Upon arriving at the cart, however, he found the tides of the battle had turned once again as the rest of the team was successfully pushing the BLUs—and their cart—back. It didn't take eleven pointless PHDs to see why.

"I'll be," Engineer murmured as he came to a stop beside Spy.

Pyro was charging at the BLUs, who were fleeing before its pilot light was even lit.

With a snort, Spy skirted around the edge of the battlefield, scoping out another hiding spot for the time being. Perhaps they weren't doing so badly after all.

Both teams continued to trade blows for a while, but the BLUs were hindered by their focus on Pyro, only making a true push once it was taken out again. Unfortunately this didn't last much longer, and the enemy team seemed to eventually lose its fear of the Pyro as the match continued as normal.

It was a good while before the RED barely came out the victor. The humiliation round was a great deal shorter than usual, fortunately, as their foes bolted the second their time was up. Spy managed to pick off the enemy pyro, much to his satisfaction, while Demo let out a whoop at blasting the heavy to bits. The rest fled in terror, barely escaping Pyro, who chased them through the tunnel before turning back.

Everyone returned to their base, tired but more-or-less happy. There was no noisy party tonight, though Demo did buy drinks as usual. When he shoved a bottle at Spy, however, Spy held up a hand in protest. "I don't plan on crashing my car on the way home," he said.

Demo waved him off. "Ah, drivin' sober's for the weak," he spat, before offering a bottle to Engineer.

Rolling his eyes, Spy moved past them and toward the barracks. He stepped into his room, scanned it, then nodded—nothing here he needed to bring home. He hadn't been in his smoking room today, so there was nothing that needed checking there. While there was technically nothing preventing him from leaving, he found himself heading into the lounge regardless. A baseball game flickered on the TV set, which Scout and Soldier watched animatedly. Demo, Sniper, and Engineer were drinking together on the couch, while Heavy and Medic sat on opposite sides of the room, which baffled Spy until he heard Medic make an odd cooing noise at his pigeon. Archimedes perked up and took off, zipping across the room over to Heavy, who held out his finger for him to land on. The bird looked at him expectantly before flying back over to Medic, and looping back and forth a few times until Heavy followed him across the room.

"Hey, could you get your freakin' bird out of the way?" Scout took off his cap to examine it for a second; it was clean, but he shot a glare at Heavy and Medic anyway. "Some of us are tryin' to watch the game!"

"No," Medic said simply, and smiled as Heavy approached. "Good work, Archimedes." He offered the bird a small handful of seeds, which Archimedes pecked at greedily. "Now, again!"

Heavy returned to his seat with a laugh, and their little game started over.

Spy watched a moment longer before realizing that Pyro was nowhere to be found. Frowning, he passed through the lounge and headed for the base's exit, only to pause when he realized he was being followed. He didn't need to look back to know whom it was. "What is it now, bushman?"

Sniper drew closer, though Spy refused to look at him. "You choked out there."

An image of the BLU scout flashed through his mind. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said, and resumed walking.

“I think you do.”

“And what would you know about that?”

Behind him, Sniper sputtered before letting out a growl, blurting out, "It happens every time I step in water."

Spy paused.

"My heart starts hammerin' and it's like—it's like I'm there again, in that bloody bunker, waitin' to be blasted in the chest and not wake up in respawn."

Something the Medic had said came to mind. "Shellshock."

"Yeah." Sniper went quiet for a moment. "I'm not the only one."

"Obviously not. Why are you wasting my time with this?"

"...Look, mate." Sniper inched closer, his voice lowering. "You weren't alone in that hallway, back in that robot base."

Spy's eyes widened. His lungs inhaled the fumes from the burning robots, and his breath caught in his throat.

"You're not the only one who saw Scout—"

Something bolted down his spine, his face felt hot, and he whirled around before he could stop himself. "You leave Jeremy out of this!"

Sniper stepped back, holding his hands up.

It took Spy a moment to realize he'd shouted. His head was burning and his breathing was heavy, and Sniper was staring at him, his expression unreadable behind those stupid, tacky—

He whirled around, and stormed out of the base, nearly missing when Scout poked his head around the corner. "Yo, someone talkin' about me?"

As he stepped out onto the porch—which had been rebuilt after the bread monster incident—the warm twilight greeted him, practically scalding against what little skin he had exposed. Letting out a hissing breath, he leaned against the wooden railing, staring down past the tracks below. His breathing still came heavily as he thought of multiple ways he could kill the Sniper—planting a knife into his back, shooting him in the head, knocking him out of one of his stupid sniper nests...

The acrid smoke from the robots was still filling his lungs, and he longed to exchange it for a different kind of smoke. The next thing he knew, he had pulled out a cigarette, and his hand once again tried to grab a lighter that was not there. Stupid—he had more of them at home, but he kept forgetting—how could he forget, he smoked every day, how could he do this—how could he choke out on the—

A soft hum shattered through his frantic thoughts, and he jumped, nearly dropping the cigarette into the gorge below. But the following familiar click made him realize what was being offered, and he held out his cigarette gratefully.

At his side, the Pyro held out the lighter.

Spy stared at it before lighting his cigarette, and took a long drag. The familiar taste and burn eased his racing mind, and he held it in for a moment before breathing it out. "Merci," he sighed.

Pyro nodded.

After waiting for his racing heart to calm a bit more, Spy looked back at the Pyro, then examined the deck. A few chairs sat out here, and the floor was littered with ashes. "Is this where you've been hiding out?"

Again, Pyro nodded.

"I see. Not so bad now, since it's stopped smelling like spoiled bread," Spy remarked. Though now that he thought about it, it did have another odd smell around here, aside from the toxic waste barrels below. "And what have you been up to?"

Pyro whipped out a wooden kebab stick that it had evidently swiped from the kitchen, flicked open its lighter, and set the stick aflame. It gave off a distinct cedar odor. Ah, that explained the smell.

"Yes, fascinating," he muttered. Though he had to admit, it was oddly hypnotic watching the fire slowly eat away at the wood. But he shook himself. "Pyro, during our match today..."

Looking up, the Pyro stared directly into his eyes. It tilted its head very slightly to the right.

"Did something... happen? I couldn't help but notice you seemed... distressed when you came out of respawn."

Pyro continued to stare. Without looking away, it snapped the still-burning stick in half, dropped it, and whirled back around to face the railing.

"Merde!" Spy hissed, stamping out the fire before the deck was set ablaze. "Fine! I'm sorry I asked."

If the Pyro heard him, it didn't acknowledge it; it only stared out at the tracks below, the same as Spy had done earlier. Its hands held the railing in a tight grip.

Spy sighed. "You could have indicated you didn't wish to discuss—" He cut himself off, realizing abruptly what this whole conversation was sounding like. Imagining himself stabbing his knife straight through Sniper's stupid sunglasses, he turned away.

A shaky hum made him pause.

Looking back, he saw Pyro looking over its shoulder, back toward him.

Frowning, Spy approached the Pyro again, standing beside it. "You do wish to discuss it, then?" he ventured.

Pyro looked back down at the tracks, but did not protest.

"Something happened, then." Obviously. He pulled his cigarette away for a moment, breathing out a stream of smoke. "Was it something the BLU team did?"

Pyro nodded, then shook its head.

Spy sighed. "I see." He didn't, but he thought it over for a moment. "It was not... solely what the BLU team did. There were other factors?"

Pyro nodded.

Okay, they were getting somewhere. Not very far, but it was something. "Are you able to articulate what it was?"

This time it tilted its head one way, then the other. Uncertain, then.

"Whatever you did gave them quite the scare," he remarked, trying to keep some levity in his voice.

To his surprise, the Pyro shivered in response.

"You were scared, too?" he guessed.

Pyro nodded, then balled its hands into fists, pounding them against the railing.

"Scared and angry." When Pyro nodded, Spy hummed. It made sense, he supposed, based on what he'd seen. If Pyro was scared and angry, like a caged animal, it would follow that it would be savage enough to terrify the enemy team. "Well, you're no longer scared and angry, are you?"

Pyro tipped its head.

"You made something positive of it, no? You were quite effective against the BLU team today."

Sighing, it shook its head, and turned away.

So much for that route. Spy dropped his cigarette butt to the ground, lightly stomped on it, and kicked it off the porch. "Well, whatever caused your episode, I suppose we can hope it won't happen again." When the Pyro did not respond, he turned to leave, only to pause. "Have you had any luck with your colors, lately?"

Pyro made no further noise or gesture, so Spy sighed and began making his way back into the base. There wasn't much else to be gained from hanging around here.

As he was stepping back through the door, however, he heard a soft hum from behind him, and stiffened when someone grabbed his wrist. "What?!" he cried, and turned to see the Pyro shoving some crumpled-up sheet into his hand. This accomplished, it let him go, and he yanked his hand away. "...Merci," he grumbled, and stared down at the paper. Perhaps it wanted him to throw the scrap away for it. Snorting, he stormed out through the door, shoving the paper into a pocket, his thoughts only on returning home.

Spy headed out to his car in the darkening lot and entered it, prepared to leave the base for the night. But, feeling the paper in his pocket, he frowned, realizing he hadn't tossed it as he was heading out. Though... come to think of it, why had Pyro not simply burnt it itself, if it wanted it disposed of? Brow furrowed, he pulled out the paper again and, after a moment of hesitation, smoothed it out.

It was a transparent scrap of tracing paper that had been ripped off of a larger sheet, and it was covered in crayon scrawls. After a moment, Spy recognized it as something Pyro had drawn a few days ago—a lineup of the mercs. In spite of the childish medium, it was well-drawn, with each of the mercenaries being broken down into comprehensive shapes and simple colors—more triangular and pointy shapes for the Sniper, boxy shapes for the Heavy, rounder shapes for the Engineer, and so on. Even he himself was depicted with pointier shapes, though not in an unflattering way. But something struck him, and he squinted at the drawing in the dim light before punching on an overhead light switch.

The mercenaries were all rendered in color, but for most of them, it was not their standard colors. Engineer seemed the exception to this, being rendered with the most accurate colors to how he appeared in real life—or as close as crayons could get, anyway. Soldier was fairly bright as well, though with tinges of gray on him. Further down the line, some of them appeared with more colors than others. Sniper especially seemed mostly gray, but then... at the very end of the lineup, Spy stared at the drawing of Pyro and himself.

Both of them had been rendered in nothing but shades of black and gray.

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10. As You Wish

Jake Seresin x OC (Caledonia Hughes)

WC: 5.8k

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Warnings: swearing, smut (18+), some angst but don't worry ;)

AN: Apolgies for the wait, but here it is enjoy :) Thank you @sebsxphia for the encouragement to write this story when it was in development, it means the world <3 Also a big thank you to @royallyprincesslilly for the design of the divider

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Jake could feel his breath settle into the deepest part of his lungs, like a layer of fog sinking into a valley.

You looked just as beautiful as the day he last left you.

"What are you doing here?"

His heart ached at your apprehensive tone.

He swallowed down the lump in his throat, trying to stop any tears from flowing down his cheeks.

"I-I, uh"

You looked at him with that same sense of fear that he never wanted you to view him with.

He swallowed, diverting his eyes.

Your gaze was too much for him. Too heavy for him to meet.

"I needed to see you."

Your eyebrows rose. Arms crossing as you bit the inside of your cheek, scowling.

"Why?"

He swallowed again, his throat almost closing as your steadily piercing gaze met his own.

He tried to take a step towards you.

You took one to match behind you.

The sight made his heart clench.

Every smile he brought to your lips, every sweet laugh, and adorable snort was canceled out by the sight.

A tense silence settled between you both, disrupted only by the soft buzz of the overhead parking lot light.

You sighed, toying with the strap of your purse.

"You said," you licked your lips, "we shouldn't do this anymore. I'm sorry. What did you mean by it?"

His shoulders tensed as he took in your tense jaw and eyes that were now as sharp as hypodermic needles.

"I said that-"

"You texted me. You didn't even have the decency to say it to my face."

He took a deep breath in, eyes full of remorse.

"Please hear me out, Caledonia. I thought- I thought I couldn't give you what you deserved. I-I screwed up."

Your eyes fluttered in disbelief, his tone nothing like you ever heard.

He ran a hand through his disheveled hair, letting his glassy eyes meet yours, almost missing the slight shift in your demeanor.

"I don't… I don't understand."

You swallowed as you saw him take a step closer to you.

You stood still and let him, the soft lapping of waves along the shoreline and high pitched ring of the overhead parking lot light caressing your ears.

He took another step towards you, his heart warming at the fact you didn't flee.

Perhaps all was not lost.

"It's not an exaggeration to say that these past four weeks without you have been some of the worst weeks I've experienced in my entire life. And, " he took a few tentative steps closer, swallowing.

You put a hand softly on his chest to stop him from coming any closer, and his trail of words.

You swallowed, shaking your head, moving your eyes up to the light polluted night sky, and biting your lip as you thought of the right words to say.

"Do you realize what you put me through? You don’t get to come here and act like I’ll always be the one desperate and waiting for you,” you sighed,” you dropped me after your job was done. Did you only want me so you could say you could take someone's virginity and brag about it later? Was that all I was to you?"

"Caledonia, no-"

"You made me think, " you scoffed, "that there was even the smallest chance that you cared about me… wanted me, and that's more cruel than anything I could ever do to you."

Your voice held something foreign as your eyes teared and your hand retracted; venom.

"Do you have any idea the mental state you put me in? How much hope you gave me? Or were you too busy thinking about the ego boost you'd receive bragging about how you took the unwanted girl's virginity to think about it?”

Your snarl made his heart clench.

Jake could feel the tears start to build up, his voice thick and shaky.

Unwanted?

"I -I never thought of you as being unwanted-"

"Really? You're telling me you had nothing to gain from screwing the hard to love, mentally decrepit, overweight girl? Huh? Is that why you came to my defense at the retirement gala? To get brownie points to screw me more?"

Your voice was thick with frustration, hot tears flowing down your soft cheeks as you angrily wiped them away, scolding yourself for crying in front of him.

“No, No, that was never my intention-”

“God, Jake, why are you here? Really here? Because it can’t be for me.”

As soon as the words left your lips, it clicked.

Like the final piece completing a puzzle.

Jake’s heart clenched at the scoff that left your lips.

“You’re only here for you. You did this whole thing for you. Not for me, you selfish bastard.”

His skin crawled at the seethe and frustration thick tone, your rage boiling over.

“Caledonia- you’re right. I did it for me, but not in the way your thinking-”

You scoffed, “Jesus, I should have listened to Phoenix."

You put your shaking head into your hands, raspy breaths coming through the cracks between your fingers.

His lip quivered, “I did it, because I wanted you and I didn’t know how to be with you.”

Your breathing paused, the ringing prominent in your ears as you took in each letter of each heavy word passing his lips.

“Jake, don’t bullshit me. You could have any girl you want, so why did you have to play with me like this?”

Your strained, wounded voice broke him.

He swallowed and continued, "I did it because it was the only way I knew how, you’re so smart and sweet, you deserve someone who’s just as smart as you, just as sweet and kind… someone who deserves you.”

Your eyebrows furrowed.

He let out a shaky breath, “I, um, I’m not good with relationships. I’ve only ever had one serious relationship in my life and it… didn’t go well, in the slightest.”

“I’ve been doing what I’ve been doing for years…”

Sleeping together with no inent of remembering their name.

Skin on skin with no intent to remember their softness.

The way their whispered words of pleasure met his ears.

It all made your skin itch in the moment.

“...Because it was safer. I-I’m not good at this,” he scoffed, aggressively running through his already disheveled hair, “ I fly multi-million dollar jets at the speed of sound and I’ve never been scared once to do it. But being with you? Intimately and wholly? That scares me. It always has. And I didn’t know why until tonight.”

He took a shaky breath.

“Because if someone as good as you can love me, then I have something to fear up there,” your glassy eyes watched as he languidly pointed up towards the inky, onyx night sky.

“I have something special to lose if I burn in, and that’s you. Since I saw you in your jeans and X-files shirt working Penny’s bar top for the first time, with your cute ponytail and sweet smile, it’s been you. And I’ve been too stupid and blind to see it. ”

He swallowed, eyes teary, gently reaching out for your hand.

"Please, Caledonia, I- I can't let you go again."

Your glassy eyes shot from his own to his calloused hand cradling your soft one.

You knew what he was asking.

"Jake, I… I can't."

He was already so close, your eyes moving from his pleading eyes to his lips, and back to his eyes.

You hated how this man held the power to make your resolve crumble to a fine powder.

"Please, just one chance to make it right."

You swallowed, almost tasting his natural, soothing scent as a soft ocean breeze brought it to your senses.

"I already gave you a chance, and look where it got me,” you whispered to him, fighting with yourself, unable to push him away.

Jake softly bit the inside of his lower lip.

Your body tensed as he gently lowered himself to the asphalt, his hand still softly holding your own.

You don't know why you let him keep hold of your hand, but you couldn't stop him even if you tried.

You'd never seen this man plead, much less get on his knees for something. Or someone.

The sight almost made you wince as you imagined how the small pebbles would dig into the skin of his bare knees.

Almost.

He swallowed, voice thick.

"Answer me this one question, and I promise if you say no, I'll never step foot in the Hard Deck again and you'll never have to see me again."

Your breathing rattled in your throat.

His jaw tensed, eyes gleaming with bubbling tears in the overhead parking lot light.

You looked so beautiful from his place on the asphalt, like a man begging for forgiveness from a goddess.

The copper shine of your chestnut highlights almost forming a crown around your head.

"Have you ever seen me in your life?”

Your eyebrows furrowed, lips still painted into a frown.

"Because everywhere I go, I see you. In the blue ocean that matches your eyes. Whenever I drive by Francisco’s, I taste the raspberry-pistachio gelato you love. I can barely drive by your campus without thinking of how smart and talented you are. When I go to the grocery store, all I think about is how I want you there with me… to pick out what we want for dinner, to argue about what kind of bread to bring home together…How’d you be able to explain what each chemical on the food label would do and how you would do your ecstatic hand movements you always do when you explain things you love. Every time, I see a woman smile or laugh, I can’t help but think… smiling and laughter look so much better on you. I can barely listen to Fanboy talk about Star Wars without thinking about how much you love the originals more than the prequels. Every time I so much as walk into my closet, you’re there. And… I should have been more honest with you. About everything."

He took a breath, licking his bottom lip.

"That night I came to pick you up for the retirement ball…you looked like the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. And when we went to Pleasure of the 3rd Kind? I told Myrtle that we had been together a year. I always told myself it was for the discount, but I never gave a shit about the discount. I just wanted to be with you."

You could feel your lungs constrict at the words passing his lips, paralyzing you in place.

"And that day you asked why you’re my favorite bar maid? It was never because of the booze you give me," he scoffed. "It was always because of the way you looked at me, and how much I craved being with you… I defended you at the ball because you deserved to be defended, you’re too beautiful, kind and strong to be treated that way by anyone. And when you took care of me and made me beef stew when I was sick? That made me realize how deep I was in with you.”

He took a pause to swallow and gather his rampant thoughts.

“And, I know your mental health and weight have made you think that you’re hard to love. But the thing is… you were never hard to love and those qualities never deterred me from loving you."

He watched your glassy eyes as he licked his bottom lip.

"Falling in love with you was as easy as kissing you and falling asleep next to you. Hell, it was easier than breathing, easier than telling my heart to beat."

Tears streamed down your face as his pleading eyes continued to bore into yours.

“I should never have done what I did to you and, if you’ll let me, I’ll spend however long it takes trying to make it right, even if it takes me the rest of my life to do so. But I can’t leave you again.”

His voice shaky and thick, “I can’t. I love you too much to let you go again.”

A hitched breath passed your lips as your bottom lip quivered.

Your voice matched his in lack of stability, “you love me?”

Jake nodded, keeping his glossy gaze on you. Both hands now cradling one of your own.

“I do, Caledonia…I’m so sorry that I was too stupid to see it sooner. I understand if you don’t feel the same given…everything…but you deserved the honesty and an apology.”

You took a shaky breath, fluttering your tear soaked eye lashes, diverting your eyes to the cracks in the asphalt, your soul feeling like a whirlpool in the core of your chest.

"I see you too. Everywhere I go. When I serve Corona’s and whiskey neats…hear that stupid Berlin song at Penny’s,” a small, brief smile that didn’t fully reach your eyes, “when I put a damn bra on every morning… grade the freshman’s organic chem tests, play fucking cards with Amelia, make my family’s beef stew,” You sniffled, wiping away tears that were less saturated with malice and rage.

“As much as I hated what you did, I couldn’t stop thinking about you and the… things we did together. It always felt like more than it was and I ignored it. Didn’t bring it up because I didn’t want to ruin what semblance we had of being something more than just… whatever it was we were.”

Jake could feel tears running down his face, he wiped them away, feeling a smile start to blossom.

“We were so stupid.” Your tear strained voice crackled against his ears.

“No, No you’re not. You never were. I’m the one who was a complete fool and let you go. I was a coward, and I shouldn’t have run away from you.”

You bit the inside of your lip lightly as Jake’s eyes pleaded with your own.

Your lip quivered, blinking away tears.

He watched on, eyes never leaving yours as you carefully stepped towards him, silently encouraging him to rise up.

“Caledonia-

You smashed your lips against his, cradling your hands along his jaw and the back of his neck. Jake almost stumbled backward before gaining his bearings.

The lack of touch from the other ignited a raging fire inside your souls that was only enouraged by the other.

A new found established love taking hold.

You separated with a soft gasp.

“I love you too, Jake,”

A bright, boyish, tear filled grin took over his face, eyes bright with reinvigorated life.

You loved him.

And he loved you.

He was given a last chance, and he would be damned if he was going to waste it.

His lips melded with yours as he gently guided your back onto the hood of your car.

"God, I missed you so much. I'm never letting you go again."

His desperate, mumbled words made your heart skip a beat.

“I missed you too, promise me you won’t do something this rash and stupid again without talking to me first.” You mumbled against his lips.

He nodded as if in a love-drenched haze. The only thing he could focus on was the feeling of you with him again. How your soft lips melded so easily with his own.

He gently pulled way, letting his nose bump yours with a grin. A small giggle passed your lips as tears stained your cheeks.

"Now we're even." His hushed tone made you smile.

A bright grin took over your features as you gently scratched at the hair at the base of his skull.

"We should go inside,” his whispered tone made you shiver.

You nodded, cerulean, teary eyes on his gleaming, jade ones, “I need you, Jake. I love you.”

His thumb caressed your cheek as tears of joy fled down your soft skin.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” You smiled at the soft kiss he placed to your lips.

He hastily guided you on unsteady legs towards the door of the Hard Deck, littering kisses along your neck and face as you searched for the right key.

You huffed in frustration as he made the task infinitely more difficult.

He smirked into the flesh of your neck, squeezing your waist as you turned the lock with a click.

As soon as you both were inside with the door locked behind you, his lips were back on yours.

He couldn’t get enough of your taste, having spent far too much time away from it to be able to have it taken away from him again.

A squeal left your lips as Jake grabbed the back of your thighs, wrapping them around his hips and stumbly traversing the bar illuminated only by the ethereal glow of the jukebox, red tinged light of the exit signs, and dull city lights across the bay.

“Jake, slow down, I'm not going anywhere,” you softly said against his lips.

He stopped his movements, letting your breaths mingle together as he pulled away.

Your glossy eyes met his own.

The thrumming of your heart resonating in your ears.

"You mean that?"

You swallowed at his heavy, whispered tone, nodding.

Jake gently brought his lips back onto your own, letting your soft flesh meld with your own, his tongue entwining with your own.

A whimper passed your lips as he let you down onto the soft felt of the pool table.

"God, I love all the sounds you make."

He whispered tenderly, his eyes full of love and warmth.

“Sound so fucking beautiful,” he groaned as he stripped your shirt off between heat-filled kisses.

Kisses filled with teeth and tongue, an act to get as humanly possible in the moment.

He took a pause to admire your bra-clad breasts, his gleaming eyes meeting yours in silent permission in the distant city lights off the water.

You nodded feverishly. His nimble fingers undoing your lacy, navy blue bra.

His lip quirked at the sight, feeling at the lacy material.

He missed you and your navy blue.

The sight of your bare mounds against the dim light made his cock stir, his calloused hands came up to tenderly feel at your peaks, letting them harden against the calloused pads of his fingers.

A soft heavenly noise left your lips at the contact; a mewl.

He never knew he could miss a sound so much.

His tongue came down to caress your flesh, littering open mouthed kisses along your neck, sucking bruises along your throat down to your breasts.

You keened, arching your chest into him as he took a peak into his mouth, gently sucking and biting at the sensitive nerves. His hands grasped at your hips, working at unzipping your jeans. Your nails dug into his cotton-clad shoulders spurring him on, sliding your jeans down your soft, beautiful thighs to the hardwood floor.

His breath caught in his throat at the sight of you bare except for the navy blue lace panties.

“You’re so beautiful, too good for me, Lass.”

Your heart warmed, a blush taking over as you preened against the soft felt of the pool table.

You watched as he stripped himself of his shirt and pants, feeling your throat dry at the sight and core clench.

Your words died on your lips as he gently leaned down and placed a full-hearted kiss against your lips, as if you were his only supply of oxygen.

Your nails scratched against his abs to his pecs to the back of his neck, relishing in each groan that passed his lips.

“Jesus, sweetheart, I love when you feel me up, touch me.”

You giggled against his lips, “I love feeling you,” you reached down for his hardened bare cock that was settled at the edge of the table and between your thighs, “and kissing you.”

“Mhm, I missed that too. But I missed one thing almost as much. “

He gently retracted from your touch and settled on his knees.

You could barely meet his eyes over your lounged form, settling your body on your elbows observing as Jake kneaded your thighs, stomach and breasts, brushing his thumbs along your nipples.

A soft sigh passed his lips, as his dilated pupiled eyes took in each inch of exposed flesh.

“I miss tasting you, feeling you cum against my tongue, miss hearing all the pretty noises you make for me… have always made for me.”

You shuddered as you kept your eyes on him as he gently ran his nose along the crease between your flushed, soaked folds, taking in a deep, full chested inhale.

He could feel his cock throb at your smell.

“So sweet, Lass, always so sweet n' pretty,” he gently ran his forefinger along your flushed folds, separating them to see your engorged clit.

“Fuck, you’re so good for me.”

A yelp left your throat as he licked a broad, perfect stroke up your cunt, quickly covering your mouth with your hand.

"Oh, Jake, you don't have to do that. It's a little overgrown down th-," you whispered.

"Baby, I don't mind…I have a lot of time to make up for. God, I missed your gorgeous pussy and beautiful ass," he growled, making you shudder as he kneaded the flesh of your backside.

He sighed as he took another broad lick up your cunt.

"You're so fucking sweet… don't know how I lasted so long without your taste."

Your face reddened by the second as he kept his dark, rainforest green eyes on yours. Your nails dug into the back of his head, keeping him in place as he continued to savor each drop of essence from your flushed folds that rivaled that of ripe peaches.

He smiled around his extended tongue as your hips bucked involuntarily, letting your gently rub your hips against him.

His hands squeezed at your hips to keep you steady as he sucked at your clit.

“Oh, fuck,” you gasped, letting your body lay back onto the table.

Your body was just as responsive, if not more, than the last time he had you.

“God I love it when you ride my tongue, always been such a good girl.”

You whimpered as he returned to your sopping cunt.

Your eyes rolled back as the sensations flooded your brain, reaching out for anything to grip and hold.

Jake’s hands reached for your own, intertwining with them.

I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.

He placed his strong forearms over your tummy, keeping your hands and lower body still to his ministrations.

“Oh, fuck, please don’t stop, baby,” you cried out into the empty bar as he gave your clit a harsh suck, letting it go with a soft pop.

He loved watching you from here, taking each stroke of pleasure he could give you.

Jake took his hand from one of your own, letting it run along your flushed entrance, before gently settling at your hole.

You moaned as he put two of his fingers inside you, stroking that piece of salvation imbedded with-in your velvet walls.

“Jake, please,” your manicured nails dug into his scalp to keep him in place, trying to find enough strength to rub your eager cunt against his welcoming mouth.

But his hold on you was too strong, he had you open and ready for whatever he wanted to give you.

He could feel your moans and mewls resonate through your body, your thighs twitching and your walls choking his fingers.

“Come on baby, just a little more for me,” he growled against your cunt.

The squelching and feel of your cunt made it hard to think straight as he helped push you over the edge.

“Fuck, please don’t stop,” you wantonly mewled, “I’m so close.”

He rubbed that special spot inside you with more vigor, needing to bring you to your release.

He paid attention to your clit, lapping and sucking at it diligently, chasing each whine that spilled from your throat that told you you were close.

“Fuck, baby, Jake, sweetheart, please more.”

You couldn't help your thighs from shaking in his iron grasp as he consumed your cunt like it was his last meal on earth.

With that he gave one last, perfect suck at your clit, making your eyes clench shut and tremors flood your body.

Whines and moans spilled from your throat as you came down from your high, the man between your legs continuing his onslaught, cleaning up every last drop of your essence as you whimpered and mewled.

He gave one last soft, broad lick up your core before placing a soft kiss to your still sensitive clit.

A soft sigh of amazement passed his lips, his eyes staying on your own.

You softly caught your breath, letting your eyes meet his.

"I-is something wrong?"

He scoffed, shaking his head.

"Nothing in the slightest, Caledonia. I just… really missed watching you cum…Such a good girl… so fucking pretty when you cum, could eat your pretty, little pussy all day.”

A bashful smile broke out across your lips, matching his, as his sweet, sinful, soft, desperate voice met your ears.

"Can't wait to feel you around my dick, Lass."

You bit your lip, admiring him as he rose up, running his broad hands along your thighs and stomach.

His eyes met yours in a silent question

“Penny has birth control," your wispy voice made him smile.

“I just need to feel you,” you whimpered, rising up on your elbows, giving him those same innocent, sweet eyes like he didn’t just consume your cunt like it was his last meal.

His breathing was heavy, letting his cock nudge at your entrance. His eyes meeting yours, silently asking.

You nodded feverishly.

He kept his loving gaze on you, leaning in to meet your lips, swallowing each sigh and whine as he pushed his thick cock into your molten cunt.

“Shh, it’s ok Caledonia, doing such a good job for me, being such a good girl.”

Jesus, you felt just as tight as the first night he had you, he thought.

He littered kisses along your neck and back to your lips as he let you adjust to his dick.

“Fuck, you always feel so perfect,” he groaned against your lips.

You whimpered, “I love feeling you inside me, how thick you are. Please move Jake, I need you to move,” you pleaded with teary eyes.

Who was he to deny you?

He smiled, placing a soft kiss to your plush lips.

He rose up to his full height, “God, you're so fucking gorgeous.”

His words made you clench around his cock and feel a wave of desperation you only felt for Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin.

He looked down to where he was connected to you, letting his thumb rub tight circles onto your clit as he gently thrusted into your cunt.

His eyes clenched shut as he savored the exquisite feeling of your velvet walls choking his weeping member.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, wrapping your legs around his waist and leaning down.

Chest to chest.

Heartbeat to heartbeat.

His glassy eyes stayed on your own, and your blushing cheeks and beautiful parted lips.

A sharp whine left your throat as he nailed that perfect spot inside you.

The slapping of skin that came with his maintenance of tempo filled the Hard Deck with an erotic ambiance paired with your sweet moans and the squelching of your cunt.

“Jake, please,”

A whine left your throat as his hips moved more diligently, his head laying at the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent and softly biting at the flesh.

“Oh, fuck, please, you feel so good, right there!”

He put all of his weight into each thrust into your cunt, hitting that same little spot inside you over and over again.

"God, I love you so much, you and your perfect little pussy,” he groaned out, feeling the rubber band in his core stretch.

Your lips parted as a silent scream passed through your lips, incognitable noises spewing from your perfect lips stroking his cock and stoking the flames of his love for you.

Tears welled in your eyes as the intensity of your orgasm paired with his words made your heart skip a beat.

You gasped for breath as his lips met yours, swallowing each overstimulated whine he pulled out of you as he continued to savor each flutter of your silken walls.

He hissed as your nails scratched and clutched at him as he found his release with a deep groan, pulsing his essence into your welcoming cunt.

"I love you too, Jake" you hoarsely whispered.

But it was still soft and sweet as honey.

Jake lifted his head from the crease of your neck, his glassy eyes meeting yours.

A genuine grin consumed his features as he caught his breath.

He leaned in, letting his nose rub against yours, his smile widening as your giggle met his ears.

“I love you so much,” he whispered, eyes full of love.

Your breath hitched. You could still feel his cock inside, leaking his seed into you.

“I love you too, Jake, so much,”

He let out a soft sigh as if a weight was removed from his chest. He brought his lips back to yours as he gently pulled out, swallowing your soft sigh.

You could only focus on his mouth on yours, his soft touch, the way his natural smell brought you so much peace and comfort.

“You know, I always wanted to do the dirty with you on this table. Thought about it everytime I saw you serving drinks over here.”

You clenched around his length, “Me too,” you whispered against his lips.

His cock twitched in a mixture of both of your releases in your still dripping cunt.

“Really?” he purred, “the thought of ruining this table and having all our friends play pool with it tomorrow night get you hot and bothered, sweetheart?”

You nodded, not trusting your voice.

He chuckled darkly, “I thought so sweets, can feel you squeezin’ me so tight at the thought… such a needy, little Lass.”

“I’m not needy, Jake, you’re the one that came back to me, remember?”

His smile widened, a chuckle passing his lips.

“Maybe I’m just as needy as you are sweetheart, nothing wrong with being needy, especially when we’re both here. I love taking care of you, Caledonia.”

He gave you a sultry grin, before bringing his lips to yours, letting your kiss him in a soft but strong kiss, like waves licking along the sides of an adrift row boat causing it to rock.

He gently pulled out, much to your protest, and gently turned you around on the pool table.

You sighed softly, brain still fuzzy from your previous high.

Jake covered your body as he gently thrusted into your molten core, a soft moan leaving your throat. His head nestled in the crook of your neck and hands placed on each side you, intertwining your fingers together along the felt of the table.

Each sigh from his lips caressed the soft flesh of your neck, as he savored each inch of your body with his hands and cock.

His gentle thrusts hit your senses like lightning to a rod of copper.

You let your eye lids drop close, focusing on the soft, comforting feeling of him around you and his steady thrusting into your weeping pussy.

Mewls and moans left your lips as he softly bit and nipped at your tender flesh, taking your earlobe between his teeth as he continued to pummel your cunt at a faster pace.

Your body shivered at the growl that left his throat as he gave a particularly deep thrust right into that perfect, little spot that made you putty in his hands.

"You gonna cum, sweetheart?"

His gravelly, exertion ridden tone made your core clench around his dick.

You could only mewl and nod pathetically, feeling him smile into your neck.

He gently guided your head to face him as he littered kisses along your neck, sucking pretty magenta hued blotches onto your soft skin.

"Look at me, honey," you let your glassy eyes flutter open as he split you with his cock with each diligent thrust.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful, I love taking you apart like this."

He gently squeezed the base of your throat, keeping your head towards him.

His lips smashed against yours, swallowing each sigh and cry that threatened to leave your lips as you felt the coil in your belly tighten impossibly so.

He groaned as he felt you twitch against him and around his thick cock, your nails digging into the back of his head in a delicious friction that made his spine tingle.

You whined as his lips left yours, his forehead leaning against your own as he put his entire lower body into each perfect thrust.

You whimpered ahsinst his lips as a deep, gut-punch groan rattled against your neck and senses, feeling his release paint your walls.

He swallowed each one of your whimpers and moans as he gently thrusted into your heat, feeling his engorged member become more sensitive.

He caught his breath, letting his eyes clench shut as he savored the feeling of your walls holding him like a vice.

He littered kisses along your shoulder, neck and cheek, bringing your lips back to his, relishing in each giggle that passed your lips.

“I mean’t what I said. I can’t leave you again and I’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to you.”

You blushed at his desperate, sleep gravelled tone, turning to face him in the soft light, “I think you’re off to an excellent start, cowboy,” you whispered, letting out a soft giggle like his dick wasn’t still spent inside you.

“I’ll be on my hands and knees for you, baby,” he nuzzled his head into your neck and stole a kiss from you.

“Mhm, that does sound appealing. She missed you down there, ya know…”

You bit back a smile, feeling him laugh into the back of your shoulder.

“I’ll be sure to explain my absence to your pretty, little friend down there,” he gently rubbed at your clit, “Let’s get back to my place.”

You turned to face him, eyes warm but tired.

“I want to stay here for a bit, just to feel you. I missed you… a lot”

He nodded, placing a kiss to your shoulder, “As you wish, Caledonia.”

His hushed tone made you smile. You relished in the tender feel of his hands intertwined with your own, his plush lips, and soft, warm skin encompassing yours as the dim city lights across the bay and the warm glow of Penny’s beloved jukebox illuminated his love-filled embrace.

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redr0sewrites · 3 months ago

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🥀2K Follower Event🥀

🥀A/n: hi everyone!!! i've finally made it to 2K followers and i am so soo soooo happy + excited!!! i never thought id make it this far and i am very excited to celebrate with all of you. in honor of me finally reaching this goal, ive created a prompt list below that u can all use to send in requests. thank u all again for helping me on this journey, ily all!!!

🥀How it Works:

send in a request with the prompt number you would like, along with the character(s) you would like me to write it for and whether or not you want the fic to be nsfw/sfw

if you want any additional information on the reader to be included (gender, race, fashion, or any other descriptors) please include those w the request as well

up to 3 characters per request, as i want to realistically be able to finish them all without burning out

prompts may be used twice, but not for the same character. multiple characters may be used for the same prompt but a singular character can not be reused for that prompt.

i will be accepting requests until the event closes, and i will update this post once that happens

if a request goes against my rules and guidelines on my pinned masterpost, the request will simply not be written

i will work on requests chronologically, so please be patient.

🥀Request Format Examples:

hi! can i request prompt #28 with rengoku and a mtf!reader? i'd like the fic to be sfw! tysm and have a great day!

heyy can u write prompt #7 with aaravos and make it nsfw? thx!

can i request prompt #33 (sfw) with jayroy (jason todd and roy harper) x masc!reader? thankss!

🥀Prompts:

"you can't just show up like this! are you hurt?"

"where are you?"

"somebody is in loooveee!!"

"of course they don't like me, that's ridiculous!... did they say anything to you about me?"

"i don't like you- i love you."

"its so cold without you."

"i guess im just disappointed."

"did you hurt them?"

"i can't stand them, their stupid smile and their stupid laugh and their stupid crooked teeth- oh."

"why are your hands so cold?!"

"ive never felt like this before.."

"because i love you! i've loved you since the moment i saw you, i just can't take it anymore. i want you to be with me!"

"i wasted so much time chasing after them, and for what?"

"do you even like me?" "i love you-" "thats not what i asked. sure, you love me, but do you even like me as a person?"

"it feels- it feels good.."

"don't be shy, darling"

"i wish you saw yourself the way that i see you."

"i never hated you!"

"are you mad at me?"

"i'm just so sick of trying to be something im not. i hope you can forgive me."

"please don't cry, shh, your okay."

"i want you, no one else."

"do you trust me?"

"ive never been touched there.."

"i want you inside me/i want to be inside you"

"you taste so sweet.."

"why can't you see that i love you?"

"is that my shirt your wearing?"

"aww, are you stuck baby?"

"i thought i lost you again"

"our baby would be so cute..."

"you're so pretty like this.."

"i love you." "you're drunk, you dont- you don't mean that.."

"i hate how easy it is for me to love you again."

"are you.. scared of me?"

"aw, don't cry prince/ss"

"i need to stay awake, but i'm just so tired... can you stay? please?"

"i'm just going to end up hurting you-" "i know you'd never hurt me"

"would it be embarrassing if i said i missed you?"

"fuck- feel me all up in your guts, baby?"

"stay still, this will only hurt for a second, jus' relax for me, kay?"

"i know you can take it, just breathe"

"i need you so bad.. it hurts-"

"do you wanna join, or are you just gonna keep watching?"

"no one else will get to see me like this, i can promise you that"

"come closer, i need you"

"you look absolutely stunning like this"

"i'm sorry i wasn't there before, but i'm here now, and i always will be"

"i can't get up with you laying on top of me!"

"shit." "what?" "so, uh, theres only one bed.."

most of these i made up myself by just imagining random fanfic scenarios, but a few were ideas from friends, so credit to them! again, thank you all so much for supporting me and for helping me get this far ♥️♥️♥️

#rose rambling #requesting guidelines #oooo so excited for this #2k event #prompt list #writing prompt #2k followers #2k celebration #yippee !#first time doing this #please don't flop #☹️☹️☹️#🙏🙏🙏#please 🙏🙏🙏#pls 🙏🙏🙏

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trans-luis-serra-navarro · 10 months ago

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Hii!!!

Thank you so much for tagging me before, I hope this isn't too late (?) Days are hectic for me but nonetheless, I would very much like to touch up on your tips and advice you have when writing for Luis. I loved him in the remake, and I would very much love to do him justice in some form of written work!

Thank you for reaching out, this really helps me!!

HIHIHI ITS NOT A PROBLEM AT ALL!!!!! And don’t worry it’s NEVER too late!!! I have stuff sitting in my inbox from like. December HCNEHNDJDJJXNS

I Must admit I’m not really an expert nor am I much of a profession fanfic writer or anything- I only do it for fun!!!! So if you want something like, more specific PLEASE pretty please feel free to ask I’d be more than happy to help!!!! But in terms of general tips and tricks??? Here’s a few that I have under the cut!!!

As weird as this is gonna sound a lot of time I’ll just go and watch Luis’ voice actor André Peña’s streams on Twitch to try and pick up on lil mannerisms or speech quirks that get shown in-game!!!! If I can find an example I’ll put it here, but just generally picking up on what Luis would theoretically sound like if he were talking in a casual conversation helps me out!!!!! (Also he’s just in general a very lovely guy and his twitch streams are always fun so I reccomended them if you’re able to catch one!!!)

On a similar note, if you’re watching any cutscenes and any small characteristic sticks out to you- use that to your advantage!!!! I’ve always noticed how he kinda smiles differently when in different situations/levels of stress/talking to different people so I use that to my advantage when writing scenes with him!!!!

OR OR EVEN, if you’re able to and have the time, go look at older livestreams where the cast talk about their roles in RE4R and see what André has to say about Luis!!!!!! I’m more than happy to link the streams once I can find them again if you want!!!!!!!!! Seeing the actors be so genuine and passionate about the characters and putting their whole selves into the role truly does make them feel just so,,,, h u m a n <<<<33

Also, I know everyone and their mother says this, but research truly does help!!!!! There’s a LOT of things people miss about his character if you only view him on a surface-level or go into his character assuming he’s just a cardboard cutout ‘bad-guy-turned-good’ Typa character, so reading analysis posts on him to get a better idea of why he does what he does and how he is as a person will really help!!!! (Obviously I’ve got my own posts under the tag #luisposting or #othersposts, but the lovely @blveherb has some amazing posts of their own I can’t recommend enough!!!!)

There’s a LOOOOOOT of just. Very incorrect misinformation out there HXNSUSJ (staring at you resident evil fan wiki. Staring at you. VERY HARD) so if you ever come across a post that seems to only lean towards a negative view of Luis as a character or never gives him the benefit of the doubt,,,, it most likely won’t have been made with good taste in mind or properly researched HCNEHENDUDJ

Also also also, looking for things that he was directly inspired by!!!!!! I C A N N O T make this post without mentioning the 1957 Don Quixote film- it’s free on YouTube and it is SOOOOOO SOSOSOSOSOSOSO GOOD!!!!! Capcom TRULY put their all into the Don Quixote symbolism in his character and if you’re able to get your hands on a copy of the book, it’s well worth the read!!!

AGAIN on a similar note- looking at his culture and history is SOOOOOOOO important!!!! For example, the beginning of Seperate Ways features Luis doing a style of Flamenco called ‘Seguiriyas’- and once I’m awake in the morning and fully able to navigate the horror of the tumblr tagging system I’ll look for a post that goes deeper into this HCNEHWNEUDJDIS but Indigenous and Spanish culture are full of such rich and beautiful history you can pull from it is SO worth taking a look!!! Not to mention, you can play around with the fact that Luis was raised pretty Hardcore Catholic or the fact that it’s implied his Grandfather fought in/would have survived the Spanish Civil war as concepts a ton!!!

And if you’re writing specifically for Serennedy, taking a look at the Queer history of Spain/Europe as a whole is DEFINITELY worth your time!!!!! Looking back and remembering the people who came before us is always important and lends a hand to how we perceive our own funny lil fictional guys BCBEHENEJDNXJ

That being said, I only ever see this with writers who already have bigoted views and you seem like literally the nicest person EVERRRRRR so this TOTALLY isn’t directed at you!!!!!! But it’s super important not to fall into just straight-up racist stereotypes- calling Luis a predator, saying he’s a sex-driven animal, generally referring to him as ‘dirty’ etc is stuff that unfortunately you don’t JUST see with Luis but with many other POC characters too (like Carlos for example- he gets the brunt of it a LOT) so when you see stuff like this, don’t be afraid to call it out!!!!!!

I HOPE THIS LONG ASS POST DIDNT SCARE YOU OFF OR ANYTHING AHDNWHENXUDNXIX I TRIED MY BEST TO COVER ALL OF MY BASES CUZ I WASNT SURE WHAT KIND OF TIPS YOU WANTED!!!!!!!!! Again if you want something more specific feel free to ask!!!!!!!!

#I’m soooooooooo normal this post was so totally normal on normal levels of normal #asks #luisposting

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lakesparkles · 1 year ago

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Longing (chapter 2 - bjhm fanfiction)

(I don't know how to put titles on mobile, in case it looks weird)

Anyways, I finally finished editing the second chapter of my AU fanfic!

You can read it on google docs or under the cut:

Longing

Diane's routine remains exactly the same, except for the constant presence of Mr. Peanutbutter

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(I think it would be nice to say, as a warning, that there are a lot of reflections about emotional cheating in the first half of this chapter. But everything will be alright, you’ll understand when you read it ^^’)

"I miss you" the words came out of Mr. Peanutbutter's mouth quickly, as if he would lose courage if he didn't say them in that exact second.

"You saw me, like, last night." Diane shrugged and moved the phone to her other ear, already starting to feel uncomfortable in her own skin.

"I know... Yeah." He laughed to himself, his voice losing its serious tone when he completed. " I need to go back to recording, ehrrrr... now! See you later, Diane!"

Did he really need to say her name like that every time?

"Bye, Mr Peanutbutter."

After disconnecting the call, she continued standing in the same place, trying to regain her concentration.

Texas might be even hotter than California, but even that didn't save it from certain freezing nights. At least it didn't come close to that freezing hell Chicago called winter. It was funny, right? How many places has she once called home?

That thought got her feet moving again, walking down the middle of the street. It had just gotten dark, which meant that was the time her eyes still hadn't gotten used to how bright the shop windows were. Everything got her attention. Her legs shivered in the icy wind, and soon her eyes were caught by the jeans in the store next to her, now being twice as interesting.

The cafeteria next door looked warm and comfortable, the walls painted dark browns and oranges. She was almost dragged inside, only stopping herself because she knew Guy was waiting for her at home - she imagined it well: he would be on the sofa with his feet on the table and the sketchbook in his lap. He would flash his typical smile when he saw her coming, and Diane would quickly remove her boots and coat and slip into her warm pajamas. By the time she was out of the shower, he would’ve prepared two mugs of hot chocolate. The two of them would drink in bed, and Diane would hide again among the fur on his neck, even forgetting the cold.

What was a coffee shop next to that?

She quickened her steps, excited.

When her mind returned to place, she was already facing a window again, almost hypnotized. That was certainly a nice coat... If she was going to buy it, it would be in the future. Now, home! This same thought process happened another 20 times until she reached her destination. As soon as she finished climbing the short staircase leading to her front door, she kicked her boots off her feet. She couldn't wait to stop shivering and be able to breathe without blowing a puff of smoke from her mouth.

Her house was quiet and dark, but none of it was too out of character for it. Guy always used to arrive around that time, staying in the room until he stopped being too lazy to do anything else. So Diane walked with calm steps into the room, not surprised by the sight she found:

Her husband had the sketchbook on his lap, but it nearly fell off his knee. He was far more interested in what he was typing on his cell phone, letting out a small chuckle to himself. Only then did he noticed her presence:

"Diane! Babe, it's too cold today, isn't it?"

She didn't need another word to understand the invitation:

"Very…" She mumbled, lazily crawling under the covers beside him. Changing clothes could wait a little while. The bath too. This was the moment she'd been waiting for all day, already feeling her body heat up completely as she made herself comfortable and started rubbing her cheek against Guy's shoulder.

"Do you have any theories about what the movie Mr Peanutbutter is shooting is? He doesn't want to tell me!" Guy commented, with even better humor than usual.

Oh, sure. Mr Peanutbutter.

Diane curled up a little to answer, yawning and stretching her legs out from under the covers one second, only to curl back up like a cat the next.

She couldn't get away from it, could she?

"He didn't tell me anything about it either," she shrugged, "but I think it's kind of obvious."

"It's a horror movie, isn't it!?"

"For sure! I guess it's even a sequel to some other famous franchise."

Guy took that as the confirmation he needed, perking up and getting back to typing. Out of the corner of her eye, Diane caught a few written words: "The Ring 5?"; "It 3?"; "No, I don't think it's this one"; "But it's horror."

Mr Peanutbutter responded at the exact second: "No more guesses!!!", "They'll kill me if this gets out!! :(".

She should stop being so nosy!

Her stomach lurched when she noticed that Guy was already laughing again.

"You and my ex husband having any intimacy was not in my bingo of bizarre things that would happen to me" she tried to make a joke to lighten the mood… for herself.

"Well, he's here all the time now."

Yeah, she couldn't deny it.

The presence of that yellow dog became a constant another time, and that wasn't something you could prepare for.

During the last few years, she found herself thinking about Mr Peanutbutter from time to time. Usually it happened on nights when she couldn't sleep and lost control of her thoughts. Or when everything went bad again, and her mind found confusing and desperate solutions for any kind of comfort.

She had already accepted that guilt was a feeling that would always accompany her when she was around her ex-husband.

Now the longing mixed and started several other reflections.

Since she'd moved from California, she'd learned what it was like to genuinely miss someone. A faint smile broke out when she saw a rare selfie posted by Princess Carolyn. She perked up every time Todd and Maude made a sudden visit, bringing with them another chaotic day that she was growing increasingly unaccustomed to.

With Mr. Peanutbutter... It was a little different. With him everything always was.

Every time he texted her or dropped by her house to watch another obscure movie with Guy... Diane learned something new about longing. It was like she was living her story with someone for a second time.

She would never forget the time she met the dog. She was walking alone in her apartment, completely silly, while the two chatted on MySpace. He was kind and happy and so different from anyone else she had ever met. Gradually, she began to open up more to him, who always seemed interested in listening and praising her and making her feel good in her own skin. It was an almost addictive feeling, her head feeling light as she felt a small hope inside of her.

Conversations turned to dates, and Diane finally accepted that a celebrity was really interested in someone like her. Someone, in general, was interested in her. Yeah, it was a good thing to think about. When she realized it, she had already moved in with him and lived the ten most bittersweet years of her existence, in which she was relieved that they were over, but which she didn't regret for a second.

Things weren't so different these days, which was why she was worried. Part of her -the most selfish one- almost begged for the shooting of that shitty movie to end so that she would never have to look that labrador in the eyes again. Because she didn't know how to react anymore every time Mr Peanutbutter complimented her new hairstyle or said he missed her.

It was an old feeling. So old it fooled her into thinking it was something new. And that made her nervous.

She let her head fall back onto Guy's shoulder, who was still distracted by his messages, seeming to be having the conversation of his life. What would he do if he knew what she was thinking? She thought it was time to accept a truth about herself, letting all these feelings hurt as much as they should:

It didn't matter if she was talking about Mr Peanutbutter or Guy: she had never been a very good wife...

•∆•

Things were always easier after acceptance. This was the last phase, above all.

Now she opened the door when Mr. Peanutbutter came to visit after the shooting, greeting him with a comment or a joke. He smiled every time, his eyes glued on her and the tip of his tail flicking back and forth. In the background, she could hear Guy saying how he had prepared cookies - "with no chocolate!"

On second thought, maybe she and Guy were bored before that. The adrenaline of a new city had long since worn off, and they didn't have much to worry about outside of work. Guy had been promoted to news anchor, and Diane still had ten months to release the next volume of Ivy Tran. It was almost inevitable how long she took to write, spending most of her days boringly watching TV, walking around or dozing on the couch until her husband got home.

With Mr Peanutbutter there most nights now, she at least had new information to occupy her mind:

"Everything went wrong today, not even if we had recorded a sequel to 2012 by Roland Emmerich it would have been so catastrophic!" The dog commented as he deliberately shook his shoulders, heading to sit on the sofa (feeling as much at home as he could).

Intrigued, Diane followed, going beside him and leaning her arm on the back of the sofa.

"What happened?"

"Someone forgot to blow out the candles we were using and WE LOST HALF OF THE SET!" He explained everything by gesturing with his hands. "This should take a couple of weeks to be redone, we'll even have to delete some scenes from today because of continuity."

He would spend more time there then, wouldn't he?

"Wow, that reminds me of when we recorded Philbert" Diane smiled at the memory. "It was almost impossible to have a quiet day.”

"Speaking of Philbert," Guy joined them at that moment, taking the empty spot on the sofa and offering the pot of cookies for both, "I know nowadays the plot holes are more noticeable and some parts haven't aged well... But I'm still sad that it was canceled... And it's kind of weird knowing that I'm now together with two people who worked on the production, yeah.

"You get used to it pretty soon," Diane shrugged, taking a second bite of her cookie.

"And you know what's going to be even weirder?" Mr Peanutbutter laughed as he completed. "When you watch my new movie and realize you couldn't figure out what it was."

"That's it!? No! I still have time! Did you say candles? Something with exorcism then?"

"Nope!"

Diane rolled her eyes, enjoying her seemingly new routine.

The next day, she had helped Guy make lasagna. At the kitchen table, her husband asked:

"It's not supernatural, right? Maybe a slasher movie?"

"It's kind of supernatural, yes," Mr Peanutbutter replied, still with his mouth full.

"Are you kidding? What more options are left?"

"Think a little more~"

The following week, they'd stayed up until midnight watching a few episodes of Mr Peanutbutter's House and Horsin' Around, just laughing and talking a little about the past. Diane increasingly realized how much lighter it was to talk about such matters now, quite different from when she first moved from California. Guy was starting to pick up on their inside jokes, commenting on how Blarn had been a great idea. Diane accepted the compliment, feeling nostalgic.

That same day, the three put on a random documentary, talking until dawn. Diane only woke up—and realized she had fallen asleep in the first place—at 2:00 am, finding it kind of amusing to realize that Mr. Peanutbutter and Guy were doing the same, in a competition of who was in the most uncomfortable position. Asking the dog to go back to the hotel felt wrong, so Diane just woke Guy up and the two of them silently went to their room.

The next morning, after the mess, they had breakfast together, Mr. Peanutbutter taking one of the spare toothbrushes and changing for work in their bathroom, saying goodbye in that stupidly domestic way.

Diane's more selfish side returned, and she almost hoped something would destroy the other half of the set for whatever movie he was shooting.

•∆•

Taylor Swift's The Way I Loved You was looping in her head, and for a good reason. She couldn't fall asleep, her thoughts starting to bother her again. Then she kept saying to herself, "nostalgia is a lying bitch and you DON'T miss your life with Mr Peanutbutter. The divorce was the biggest proof of love you ever made for each other."

Yes, that was the truth. Yes Yes Yes. Now she just had to accept it.

To make her point even more clear, she forced herself to remember all the bad times they ever had. All the times he didn't listen, that infuriated her and made her feel terrible about herself and for not getting to be the wife he thought she was.

She also couldn't forget how disastrous and selfish they were together, doing what they'd done to Pickles, only to get nowhere with it.

She certainly didn't miss the fights and the thousands of nights they slept without speaking after yelling at each other.

She just thought so because everything was fine now.

She sighed, shifting her position. Unlike her, Guy was in a deep, peaceful sleep, on his back and snoring softly. Carefully, she brought the back of her hand to his cheek, lightly stroking his fur.

She still loved him. Very very very much. In a way as strong and desperate as she was when she first met him. He was kind, funny, and all the company and comfort she needed in her life.

Diane was confused, and admitting anything in her own head scared her.

But she needed to state the obvious.

She was still in love with Mr Peanutbutter, wasn't she?

•∆•

Now the way was to be angry at him, she realized. It must’ve been her brain's way of not blaming herself so much and pretending that she wasn't about to destroy her whole life all over again.

However, it got so... so difficult when he still showed up on her doorstep every time, tail wagging, another colorful coat and a bottle of expensive wine in hand.

"Something tells me that Guy is going to like it there..." She commented, a light smile involuntarily appearing on her lips.

And she was right. The three of them gathered at the kitchen table again. Diane sipped from her glass, the taste taking her years back. Mr Peanutbutter always bought that same wine for them to drink.

"Tastes like wealth," was the conclusion Guy got, and she laughed because it had been the same as hers.

She missed that, didn't she!?

They watched Hereditary. Guy tried to guess Mr Peanutbutter's movie and failed. At night, when the two were in bed, her husband murmured:

"I know that's how dogs are, but he shouldn't stick his head out the car window... It's dangerous."

Diane smiled.

If she had that routine for even one more day, she would freak out.

Fortunately, that was not what fate had prepared for her.

When she got home the next night, Guy was already there, just like usual. He sat on the sofa, however, something was wrong. She could feel it. She entered the room with some caution, trying to notice what gave her such an impression. It was even easy to know. The TV was off this time, leaving the whole environment in an intimidating silence, mixed with how Guy didn't do anything, just sat there.

When she was close enough, he began to speak:

"I've been waiting for you to arrive," his tone was hard to read. It didn't have much emotion, giving her the awful impression that he must've been rehearsing it in his head while she was gone "we need to talk about something."

Her brain stopped working, going to the past. A few years in the past. "It was good while it lasted". BoJack? BoJack had told her that phrase once, hadn't he? For some reason, it was what was repeated over and over in her thoughts.

"Okay..." She murmured, almost whispering, taking her pose as a child who was about to be scolded. She didn't have much choice but to sit next to him, avoiding eye contact for as long as she could.

She thought she was hiding it well, at least. She didn't even let herself believe that, and this was the hope she was moving forward with... apparently, she wasn't even right about that.

Now her anxiety peaked, feeling her fingertips begin to tingle.

She had almost forgotten what that felt like.

What would become of her now? Would she stay in Houston? Would she go back for another round of small, impersonal apartments? Would it go back exactly where it started, half a lifetime ago?

Or would she try to convince Guy that she could ignore it... and forget about it? - something she would genuinely like to do.

"Look, Diane, I don't even know how to talk about this," Guy continued finally, and Diane struggled to make out the words. Just like her, he didn't look in her direction, "It's going to be kind of weird, okay?"

Maybe she couldn't even stay in Houston. She wouldn't know how to handle the situation. Maybe she would have to go back to being Diane and run away to whatever other town that would accept her.

"Okay," she sighed, giving up. "I think I already know what it is."

"You know!?" He looked oddly surprised, almost scared.

Wait.

"What? What... What is it?"

The silence then returned in double. The two stared at each other, their expressions blank and not daring to speak a single word.

Diane ventured:

"Guy?'

He needed yet another few seconds to continue:

"Now I don't have the courage to talk anymore..."

"Don't you dare! What happened, Guy?"

"Nothing!" It was his turn to be defensive. "That's the case, okay? Nothing really happened and I don't mean to suggest that we should break up or anything."

"What are you talking about?"

"You have every right to be angry, but..."

"With you winding up like that, it's really hard not to be!"

"I don't think there's an easy way to say this."

Then another pause, and now that was the last straw. Diane was so nervous that she could barely feel her hands; her body sweated and she saw white:

"G..." But she was soon interrupted.

"I think I'm in love with Mr. Peanutbutter!"

What?

"What!?"

Now it looked like a challenge to who looked the most terrified, both of them looking like wild animals that would run at any sudden movement.

Diane changed position, almost getting up from the couch:

"Did you just tell me... that YOU are in love with Mr Peanutbutter?" Disproving her theory, saying it out loud didn't make it any more real. Quite the opposite.

"I thought I told you that I was bisexual and that..." He stopped mid-sentence. Normally Guy was someone easygoing and calm, traits that fit her perfectly. Guy always had solutions to any problem, making her feel like she was on the ground every time she needed to.

Now, however, it was like he was about to pass out from embarrassment.

"That's not the problem, of course!" Diane shook her head, trying to control all the trillions of feelings and speak more calmly. "With Mr Peanutbutter, my ex-husband?"

"It's as ridiculous as it sounds," he tried to smile, giving up in the next second. "I wanted to tell you because... I don't know why, it felt right. I swear I never got close to doing anything to him.... I thought you could help me - no, not that! We could think of a solution together. Or not. I don't know."

"I'm a pretty bad person for that."

"Huh?"

"Guess who's in love with Mr Peanutbutter, too?"

It was as if a switch had been flipped, the mood in the room completely changing in an instant. The silence had disappeared and given way to the laughter that now came out.

They stayed like that for a long time, laughing. So much that Diane began to suspect the obvious and how it wasn't because they found the situation funny.

After that came, of course, silence. They stared at each other, and Diane thought the last time she felt so uncomfortable around Guy was when he made her jump out the window to hide it from his son:

"And now...?"

"We admit that we are equally terrible and forgive each other...?" Guy ventured, cocking his head to the side.

"Deal!" She would like to put that behind her, for sure. "But... What about him?"

Now Guy shrugged:

"I don't know that."

They were screwed.

Of course they were.

There wasn't even a chance that this story would end well. But that wasn't the only part that concerned Diane. She felt confused, which left her mind almost blank, not knowing what to think or how to react. Almost as if her life didn't belong to her and she was just watching an episode of TV. And, in the midst of it all, she couldn't help but notice how strangely light she felt. She had gotten so used to carrying that weight that she never even imagined what she would do after that.

Without the guilt and longing, who was she now?

•∆•

Now that she could finally accept it, she let herself enjoy the good parts of the present and the past. When they said that time away from someone was sometimes necessary, they were completely right. The Mr Peanutbutter she lived with now still had all the traits that made him him: an oddly charismatic personality; always praising everyone and trying to be positive, for better or for worse; he still looked kind of distracted, as if he didn't hear her, but he ended up proving the opposite every now and then.

However, his only change was not just the whitish hairs on his muzzle that made him even more endearing: just as she noticed when she first saw him in Houston, it was as if Mr. Peanutbutter had finally matured. He never crossed the line or tried to prove himself to her. He was calmer. Nicer.

She's never forgotten that call she'd had with him one day, years ago, in Chicago. When she suggested that their relationship would probably work with them as they were at the time, Mr Peanutbutter replied that they were only the way they were because of the relationship they once had.

How he had changed. They both had, didn't they?

She asked, every time, if she was right that day. If only they could try a second time. Would everything go back to the way it was before, when the anxiety killed her knowing that they would fight again, practically daily? Or was it closer to the beginning of their relationship, where everything had that rare emotion and she started to feel like she belonged somewhere?

When Mr. Peanutbutter was at her house or they went out with him to see the city, she had to stop herself from kissing him, without saying a word. She liked to imagine that he still felt the same way, having all the same questions but choosing to ignore them for the moment.

If only things were that easy... But at least she wasn't alone. And she could tell Guy all this now, so that he would do the same with his own doubts:

"Wasn't it weird?" He questioned, turning his head on the pillow to face her. "Dating someone so famous, I mean. How did you deal with all his fans? Weren't you jealous?"

"In the beginning, I kind of was," these were such distant memories that she wasn't sure anymore "but I was winning, wasn't I? At least he never gave me the impression that he was going to cheat on me, so I stopped worrying one day."

"Wait, wasn't there something that he cheated on his girlfriend a few years ago? That pug girl, huh?"

Diane's complete silence and Guy's increasingly worried expression indicated that he was starting to connect the dots.

"Ehrrrrr promise not to judge me too much? "Diane asked, smiling sheepishly.

"WAS IT WITH YOU!? Oh dear lord, this is why you want to change the channel when she appears, it all makes so much more sense!"

"What did you think that was the reason?"

"That he had left you for her or something."

"Nah, it was after our divorce. But very close to our divorce, which must have been one of the reasons it happened, now that I stopped to think about it..."

"Diane... I think it must be time for you to tell me the whole story, no?"

"Of my ten years of marriage?"

"As much as you want to tell."

They went to sleep only hours later. Diane didn't try to hide the bad parts, figuring Guy deserved to know what he was getting into. She never thought she could be so honest with him. Maybe she really was past the stage of fear that he would abandon her if he found out who she really was. Instead, he laughed at parts of the story, and only lightly judged her when she deserved it. There was no disgust or heartbreak in his gaze, just pure interest. Obviously she didn't come close to telling everything, not even knowing if that would be possible. But at the end of it all, she was able to return to his arms until they fell asleep. Just like every day for the last few years.

Guy was here to stay.

Diane still wasn't quite used to having company at times as confusing and complicated as this one... But it was something she could get used to.

•∆•

As it was Sunday again, they took the opportunity to go out into the city. Even though it wasn't close to snowing, Houston winters were still quite cold at night. This fact always slipped her mind, until she found herself clutching her coat. She walked closer to Guy, who soon got the message and put his arm around her shoulder to warm her up more.

He had the slight impression that Mr. Peanutbutter watched the scene for a second longer than he should have, but at that point, it could just be her imagination.

The dog walked faster again, his attention going from window to window, with the same admiration of a child:

"The buildings remain my favorite part of here!" He commented, his tongue sticking out of his mouth as he turned to them.

"Aren't they going to be part of any scenery in your movie?" Guy questioned. Diane thought that if he didn't talk about it once a day, he would die. "Why haven't they closed any streets for recording yet? Since it needed to be here in Houston?"

Mr Peanutbutter hesitated a few seconds before replying:

"It doesn’t need the street itself."

"I've given up guessing which one it is, okay?"

"Ahhh Guy, come on, just think about the things you..." Then he interrupted himself, his attention being stolen by yet another shop window. Diane couldn't judge him, soon joining him to look at the clothes displayed there.

It was one of those more expensive stores that Diane suddenly had to wean herself off going to. Most of what was on the mannequins were coats and flannel shirts, all with an extra layer of fur, which could only indicate that they were warm.

"I've never seen this jacket in California, I've been wanting to buy it!" Mr Peanutbutter pointed to one in particular: jeans and a medium coppery blue. It didn't look like the clothes he normally wore, but he could easily picture him in it.

Diane had such a terrible moment when she forgot to control herself, the words just coming out of her mouth:

"I'll buy it as a gift for you!"

Guy and he stared at her at the same time, the labrador practically without reaction as he raised his eyebrows:

"You're really lovely for the offer, but I was about to buy it already."

"No!" She was insistent, knowing that now her pride was at stake. "I was wanting to give you a gift anyway," Lie "so you'll have a souvenir when you get back to Los Angeles."

It was almost imperceptible, but his smile faded a little. During that very instant, he looked…disappointed? Maybe sad. That simple demonstration made Diane's heart want to race, everything in her body telling her that she must say something, that this was her chance.

But she obviously continued in the same position, static, letting Mr Peanutbutter mumble:

"Yeah... If you insist, who am I to say no!?"

While Guy was chuckling beside her - he would certainly throw that in her face later, the two had a little personal competition on who would humiliate themselves more in front of the dog - Diane walked into the store with the two of them, only to grab the jacket from the hangers she found and pretend she didn't read the price tag that hung with it. If Guy wanted to murder her after that, it would be just as deserved. She had to thank him for being in such a good mood.

She headed to the cashier to pay, after realizing that Mr. Peanutbutter wasn't even going to try on the outfit - he and Guy had already gotten distracted and gone to another corner of the store, pointing and amused at everything. They were just looking at jeans, what was so funny?

Diane smirked as she watched the two of them, again in that stupidly domestic scene that she wanted more and more of.

Coming back to reality, she turned to the woman at the cashier - an Abert's squirrel, with her fluffy ears and all - who was glaring at her gleefully:

"Is it a gift?"

"Yes, it is," Diane smiled back, soon after choosing a package with a baseball print. She knew he would like that one.

She took out her card to pay, the squirrel cocking her head in her direction again:

"Do you know who Mr Peanutbutter is?"

"Huh?" Diane's brain apparently worked very slowly today. Or she was just very distracted, in her own thoughts. "I do!"

"It's him back there, isn't it?" She looked anxious, surreptitiously pointing to where the dog was.

Already knowing what to expect, Diane glanced around, seeing how he and Guy had already moved into another section of the store, with more colorful clothes. Picking up a purple T-shirt, Guy commented something along the lines of "I already told you that I'm bisexual?", in the most unnatural way possible, making Diane have to control herself not to laugh. Okay, now she would have a point for the conversation they would have before bed.

"Of course it's him!" Diane said to the squirrel. "He's talking to my husband."

"Serious? What? Wait, so are you... You are..."

"Diane Nguyen."

Of course, that poor saleswoman had no idea who she could be. Something she'd learned from the life of being famous enough was that you'd be almost recognizable far more often than totally.

After saying goodbye, she noticed how the squirrel followed her with her eyes while she called the two men with her hand, without having the courage to approach. It was a shame, Mr Peanutbutter enjoyed interacting with his fans.

Once outside, Diane remembered how cold it was, practically being knocked out by the wind. Imagine if she was in Chicago? She would never take it!

She then turned to Mr Peanutbutter, holding out the bag with the package:

"It doesn't have the same excitement as a surprise gift, but here it is!"

He didn't react at first, but the way he tilted his head slightly to the left, the tip of his tongue sticking out between his teeth… Yeah, he liked it. Years ago, in the midst of her despair over her doomed marriage, she read about the 5 love languages. Classic thing that everyone knows nowadays, you know? The conclusion she reached was that Mr. Peanutbutter delivered exactly his own, which he would like to get back.

An extra gift for him would be worth it, wouldn't it?

He held the package in his hands, glancing at the package and enveloping her in a sudden strong hug. He was still so warm, just the right size for her to sink her chin into the yellow fur on his neck. So familiar. So weird.

"Thank you," he said when separating, a little shy. That was new! "I'll get revenge one day for that, huh!"

"Anytime you want!"

Finally, she gave Guy a wide smile: her underhanded way of saying she'd won this time. He nodded and lowered his head, giving her the pleasure of victory.

She felt like a teenager doing that sort of thing, in a way she hadn't genuinely experienced in decades.

It was still good.

They didn't do much more than that before they parted ways. They took Mr. Peanutbutter to his hotel, where they had another rather uncomfortable farewell, where none of the three knew how to react. Just wave? Shake hands? Hug? All options were bad.

"Sooo, see you again on Monday, which means tomorrow!?" The dog opened a big embarrassed smile as he took a few steps back, pointing to both of them with his index fingers. "Oh, I just remembered. Guy, about what you told me inside the store?"

"What...?" The other looked genuinely confused.

"Forget it! It was nothing! I'll be there tomorrow night, I miss you two already!"

And so he was gone, walking into the hotel. He had fled.

Whatever it was, Diane and Guy just stood there, not daring to move.

"Diane... Do you think that us telling him would be the worst thing that could happen?"

"I don't know anymore," she shrugged, releasing all the air she had in her lungs. "I just spent $600.00 dollars on a jacket."

(Finally my knowledge of horror movies has come in handy for something!

After a few months, I finally got the inspiration to finish this chapter! Now there's only one left)

#my writing #does it looks alright?#idk what I'm doing #diane nguyen #mr peanutbutter #guy bjhm #I'm always so nervous about sharing my fics but let's go

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justallihere · 9 months ago

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You're the only fanfic writer I follow, and just want to ask how you would respond if someone asked you for a change in format in your fic? Is it very rude? There was a fic I was reading that's from a new writer and I couldn't read due to no paragraph breaks between dialog, my eyes activly couldn't follow the convos. I made sure to let them know I loved the story (what I could read, I did love), but I want to be able to read more of it so I asked them to put paragraph spaces between speaking. I guess I wanna know if asking about format is a no-no, the same way unasked for writing advice is?

Hi there! I want to first say that there is a ton of nuance to fanfiction etiquette and my opinion and practices are not the be-all end-all of this discussion. If you want more insight, you can scroll through the # fanfiction etiquette tag here on tumblr and there are lots of people who have thoughts put together that are much more detailed and eloquent than mine! Also, if any other writers and readers want to jump in the replies/reblogs of this with your own (polite) thoughts, go for it.

My general practice is a no to leaving any type of constructive criticism. I have several reasons for this, some of which may sound more callous than others. For one thing, I never know who an author is. It could be a teenager writing for the first time, and it took them a lot of bravery to post the thing. It could be someone who is writing in a language that isn’t their own, and they don’t have a grasp of grammar/structure yet and they’re using fanfic to practice their skills. I never want to provide unsolicited criticism to someone and potentially prevent them from writing further and getting better at it. Also (and this is the part that might make me sound cold-hearted lol) if I open a fic, and it’s a hot mess—grammar, structure, the characterizations, whatever it is I don’t like—I’m just going to back out of it without saying anything, because as a general rule I don’t have the time or energy to spend trying to offer feedback when I could be writing something myself or reading something I enjoy more. Almost every fic will find its audience, and if there are people who love it and comment, the writer will probably continue writing. If I don’t like it, that’s just not the space for me and I look like a hater by saying so (which I definitely am, but only in private 💀).

If the author specifically ASKS for feedback it’s a different story. You can totally leave comments with criticism if they’ve indicated they’re open to it. If they don’t say either way, you can sometimes gauge how they might react by seeing how they respond to other commenters or if they were receptive to criticism on other works.

And I want to end by saying that this isn’t me telling you you did something wrong! I personally don’t mind people pointing out minor formatting/spelling mistakes that I can fix in a couple minutes. To me that’s something very different than ripping apart my characters or plot or whatever; it’s probably just something I missed in proofreading. That specific author may have appreciated your comment! I’m not them, so I don’t know.

Moral of the story, which I know isn’t entirely helpful, it really does just depend on the writer. You honestly never know how they’ll react. Tone can be difficult on the internet, and sometimes it’s better to play it safe and only say nice things. At the end of the day, fanfic authors do this for free and as a hobby, and if a fic has things you don’t like, you can either choose to ignore them or just not read it 🩷🩷

#fanfiction #fanfiction etiquette

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sinner-as-saint · 9 months ago

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idk what’s been happening lately but i miss the era of bucky barnes stories where he’s the actual character. not a biker, step dad, fuck boy, etc. don’t get me wrong!!! i love your stories but i feel like all of the BB fandom on this app has disconnected from his character :(

^^^^^No I agree with this anon so much. They're all great and were all written by very talented writers on here. But these past few months,I've been trying to find Winter Soldier Bucky fics,basically canon Bucky,where reader had an encounter with Bucky as Winter Soldier in the past and now she meets him again as Bucky. It can be dark or non dark,reader can be an avenger,agent or just normal civilian,just anything because I'm so desperate for a fic like that and Google and Tumblr search didn't work for me. And so far,I only found 2 fics like that (which I'm so grateful for both fics being series with multiple chapters. Made the search worth it. I would hug the writers if I could). And that too,not on Tumblr but on AO3,in the James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader tag that had 705 pages which I then also had to filter out with 'Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes' tag and the pages came down to 25. I stopped at page 13 and that's how I found those 2 specific fics that I'm looking for. I haven't scrolled through all the pages yet so maybe there's more of what I'm looking for. And maybe not all writers are using the 'Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes' tag even if they're writing canon Bucky so that means there's more. But yeah,I was confused as Winter Soldier & Bucky recovering from being the Winter Soldier is is Bucky's main lore and yet I filtered it out,705 pages dropped to 25.

Like,I'm not complaining at all. And I'm so sorry if it came off like that. I'm not even a writer so I don't want to complain. I know how hard writers work while juggling work and personal life at the same time. I actually read every new Bucky fics posted here no matter how they're written. And I'm happy that many people still remember and love Bucky in 2024,so much that they would still write fics about him. Without the Bucky fics posted here daily by bunch of great & talented writers,my daily life would be dull & boring. But the anon ask above reminds me of the time recently when I simply trying to find Winter Soldier Bucky fics and found just a few of them and I was just thinking to myself "Damn....... Where did all the Winter Soldier/Avengers Bucky fics gone to?". Anyway,I sincerely apologize for my yapping.

I understand what you mean, anon. I have said whatever I had to say in the previous ask and unfortunately, I have nothing else or new to add

I will say though, if you can't find the fics you're looking for that might be a sign that maybe you should start writing! That's how I started out, I never thought I'd be a fanfic writer one day but here I am.

Also if anyone has any recs for the kind of fic that anon is looking for, please leave them in the comments below

#bucky barnes

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whatwouldmickeydo · 2 years ago

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tag game tues— no, wed— no wait THURS— I mean Friday 😅 (fandom edition) 🤓

thank u to my angelface @celestialmickey for this tag game, and some cute lil lollipops for tagging me 🥰 @gallawitchxx @metalheadmickey @vintagelacerosette

here, have a picrew of me drinking bubble tea to make up for the lateness

your name: leah

your age: get outta here weatherboy

your first fandom(s): FIRST first one is probably Buffy; first one I actually vaguely interacted with would be Glee 😅

your current fandom(s): shamey

how did you first get into fandom?: fanfiction! I was and am a voracious reader, and when my cousin introduced me to spuffy fanficton at the tender age of 11, I was HOOKED. Devoured every single Buffy fansite I could find on the very public family computer. I didn’t discover tumblr until years later so unfortunately missed my opportunity to be part of the actual discourse (if there even was any at that time)

how long have you been engaging with fandom spaces?: officially, officially? Like actually engaging and whatnot? Probably since 2021 when I discovered this beautiful gang of folk obsessing over shameless

Glee was my first fore into tumblr fandom, but it felt more like watching people running by on a busy street and I could never quite figure out how to join in, so I spent most of my time silently reblogging and staring at people I thought were cool wishing I could talk to them

how often do you read fanfic?: almost every day

top three characters from your current fandom(s): Mickey, Ian, Lip

have you ever written a fic for a fandom? if so, shout it out!: I’ve been known to write words occasionally

have you ever drawn anything for a fandom? if so, drop a link!: I’ve made a few things for @gallacrafts!

share a personal head canon that you feel very strongly about: Mickey had a boyfriend in Mexico

you’re trying to convince a friend to get into your current fandom(s) with you, what episode, clip, or scene are you showing them?: gonna have to go with 4x11. It’s just got everything you could ask for in a single episode of television

and finally, what does fandom meant you?: without getting TOO sappy here, fandom means more than I ever thought it could be. It means creativity, and silliness, and shared joy and being your most unhinged self and being welcomed with open arms and finding the most wonderful people you never knew you were living without and feeling like a little piece of the puzzle of life has slotted into place 💕✨

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I am quite late to this so no tags 😅

#listen I don’t mean he had a SERIOUS boyfriend #but I do think he had someone he fucked around with #who definitely liked him way more than he liked them #and was mostly just a way to pass the time #no you cannot change my mind #tag game

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monsterkissed · 1 year ago

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You said you liked to share BNGN trivia, so you got any tidbits?

some assorted trivialities (spoilers for a fanfic up to the latest chapter):

the fic was originally envisioned (and partly written) as a series of drabbles! if i had kept that going, it would currently be 5,376 drabbles long.

tiramisu was written into the outline entirely as bait/tribute to my partners, who are big siamese fans. she is now the most popular oc i have ever made for anything. i considered writing an origin story fic for her back when there was a jjba oc zine in the works, but it fell thru and now it only lives in my head. it involves multiple murders : )

bngn is not phf-compliant bc i did not want to read it. to make up for this i promise to find other horrible things for fugo to go through instead <3

probably not news to anyone by this point but here is some explicit confirmation: the first prologue that opens the fic is not about doppio

there are so many cases of foreshadowing in the form of jokes or joke-adjacent statements at this point that i cannot actually remember them all. if you see me make a silly comment in this fic there is at least a 20% chance it's actually a very sneaky mean comment hiding behind the linear progression of time

when i first drafted the outline act 3 was much much shorter and had a few drastic differences. one of these was that polnareff (or at least one of him) would have survived to support the gang much as he does in the original VA, but i could not think of anything fun for him to do that didn't detract from everything else, or at least nothing more fun than the inexplicable spectacle of two dead polnareffs after all of the build-up towards him. rip, rip.

speaking of fun: i wanted to have every major character get at least one really cool moment, regardless of how central they were to the story. i didn't want anyone to feel like you could cut them out completely and it wouldn't matter, i wanted to keep that ensemble feel of VA and give everyone room to affect the story in important ways, even if the fic still obviously has its focusses. of the ones i've published so far, i think i like mista's intervention in the Trish & Dop vs Fugo fight best out of those moments because i just had so much fun writing and visualising it and he felt like a natural fit to provoke fugo's own position in the story as a person fixated on the objective facts (which he was canonically Not Wrong about, in terms of sticking with bruno being a dubious plan for anyone fond of staying alive) to face off against someone who operates more on vibes and rolling the dice.

way back in the depths of drabble-draft the flashbacks were going to occur chronologically, followed by the present day stuff. but as i became aware that this was growing into something i realised that this would be stitching two pretty drastically different fics together back to back, and decided instead to use the current format. in theory this was purely going to allow me to show doppio's relationship with diavolo alongside his absence from him, so we can see simultaneously why he values and misses him so much and what he's becoming without him. in practice it led to a bunch of smaller changes that built up into, among other things, the premise of the entire canon divergence. technically, all of the flashbacks in act 1 and 2 "take place" during ch. 30. there is an implication to this that so far nobody has commented on ;)

i spent an amount of time researching macdonalds in italy that i will never ever get back

speaking of researching things that don't matter to anyone but me: everywhere a major scene happens is based on a specific spot i hand-picked on google maps. i roamed a lot of italian countryside via satellite trying to find the Exact kind of big, ugly, concrete-floored farm i had in mind for the first secco fight

technically this fic (or at least the extended universe around it) has sorbet and gelato VA-style origin stories to go with their fanstands (which i had a lot of fun with, workshopping around ideas for things that would make for excellent and suitably juicy assassination tools but vulnerable in a stand vs stand battle). much like tiramisu, so does my second stand-using oc brodo (who also cameos in 'I Think We're Alone Now', because skulking around trying not to be noticed is his speciality) the third, katarina, is only mostly goncharov-inspired, and Heart of Glass was originally going to be one of the chapter titles for this fic. another song with a very similar title still will be!

i had no intention of narancia being as big a presence in the fic as he was, but the longer i wrote the more i realised that he's just too fun to put in a room with doppio. the scene where he accepts the truth made me feel genuinely like a bit of a horrible person because i'd enjoyed building up their friendship so much and it was one of those chapters where i knew Exactly what the character would want to do and exactly why it would be the thing that would hurt them the most.

when i was hammering out the outline for what would become this fic an artist i had been following released a song that i put on in the background while i wrote, and then stopped writing and went back to listen to it properly twelve or thirteen times because it was eerily vibing perfectly with some of the themes i had been kicking around in my head trying to make something out of. it put a few seeds in my head in the way that some things serendipitously do, so much so that i almost named the whole fic after it. in the end, i decided to affix it to just one chapter where i felt it would best set the tone for the imminent descent to come. that chapter would be chapter thirty-eight.

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alexiela73 · 2 years ago

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Hiii I’m new here! Do you have a rules list with things you will or will not write? Or just basic Info about your general rules?

Hello and welcome!

So on that note, I did put up rules a long time ago, but I realize that was years ago and I don't have them in my bio. Plus, they've changed based off personal needs and situations.

So general rules for me(which have changed throughout time) include and are not limited to:

-Three characters max for headcanons

-For fanfics, I prefer one, unless you are asking for the same story to include a few characters

-Please be as clear as possible about what you are requesting, and understand that what I write may not be what you expect or what you hoped. I tend to go a bit off course sometimes too.

-Be respectful. You don't have to like everything I write- I enjoy writing for people, and it makes me happy if they like it. At the same time, I also like writing because it makes me happy. Let it stay that way, even if you don't agree sometimes with how I write characters or scenerios.

-I don't write every day. I used to- there were days I'd obsessively write 4-7 asks and send them out that evening. I now know that is not healthy, and I don't have the capacity to do that anymore. I'm human, so I miss days because I'm tired, because I work 8.5 hours a day without commute time added and take care of 7 animals at home to care for in between and sometimes struggle to remember to care for myself. I try to send out 2-4 if I can at a time, but again- be understanding.

-I am okay with doing nsfw, but usually its light unless I'm feeling frisky. I also choose which nsfw I do and when based on how I'm feeling at the time

-If your request hasn't come up, don't panic- it doesn't necessarily mean that I am not doing them. When I write, I choose what I can focus on and handle that day. I am horrible for going out of order.

-On that note though, I pick and choose which requests I feel I can adequately convey. Sometimes I'm inspired and sometimes I'm not- so if I don't decide to write your request, please know that it has nothing to do with you. It means that I don't feel I am the correct person to write what you have asked.

-If I don't fully understand a request, I will message the person directly

I think that's it...if there are any more questions, anything about stuff you wanted to know that isn't in these rules, please don't hesitate to send an ask, message me or throw it down in the comments below.

I appreciate everyone supporting me and I hope that there is at least one piece I've written that has made your day, or made you smile or caught your interest enough that you are still here years later. And if you are new, then thank you for joining me. I hope to see what the rest of the year brings with you all.

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aimmyarrowshigh · 2 years ago

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For the fanfic asks for the New Year, 1, 9, 11, 18, and 20.

1. Do you have a word-count goal for the upcoming year?

In an IDEAL world, 372,000, but I know I won't be anywhere close to that. I think a realistic goal is more like 250,000, which gives me plenty of days off or days not hitting 1k -- my goal is generally 1k/day between all of my various projects (drabbles + whatever WIP of the moment) but sometimes I only drabble. Sometimes I just don't feel like writing. I'm trying to maintain my 2022 energy of not beating myself up too much about that.

9. Short term goals… what do you hope to complete this week or in January?

This week, I want to do daily drabbles, finish my Bucky Barnes Bingo Round 4 card, and add at least 2k to each my Shrinkyclinks WIP and my Steve/Joyce. I'd love to finish and post Steve/Joyce this month, but I'm not sure how long it's going to end up being... I've mapped out enough writing days on it this month to account for it ballooning to 20k, but god I hope it's shorter than 20k. I also want to write the first of my Patreon thank-you 5k stories this month, ideally.

11. Would you like to try any new fanfic genres or tropes this year?

Hmm... I really don't tend to intentionally write many tropes per se, except for A/B/O, and sometimes I write cabinfic. I think I might want to try to write a mystery/casefic for either Leverage or Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries if I can think of an idea for one that wouldn't make more sense to just write as an original story? Otherwise, I feel like at this point I know my niche: quiet character studies with a weird amount of food in them.

18. Do you typically post multi-chapters as you write, or finish it all and then start posting? Would you like to change your posting method?

HA, HAHAHA, HA... HA. Um. Well. I tend to post multi-chapters as I write and then I never post the last chapter(s)? So I should. Change that. I'm determined to finish all of my Shrinkyclinks WIP before I start to post so that I DON'T just leave it hanging without a final chapter (again) like I do (most) other things. I have no fucking idea how I wrote 10k chapters ever-other day and posted MYEYNL as I was writing it? Like I truly have no idea how I did that? Yeah, I'd written a good 150k of the story before I started to post, but that's STILL a hundred fucking thousand words that I wrote as I posted. HOW? WHY CAN'T I DO IT ANYMORE? I feel like the answer is "I wasn't yet medicated" and while that was good for wordcount, it was Bad for Everything Else.

20. Any plans to work on original fiction this year?

If I don't say yes, then a combination of my own guilt, @reachmouse, and @dracosollicitus will probably eat me. Also my dad will yell at me more, because he's never not yelling at me about wasting my time doing anything other than working on original writing.

I don't know. I feel like it's stupid for me to have, like, goals or hopes or dreams, so I... don't? Anymore? I used to want to be a published author so badly that I cried about it every day and made myself sick over it and beat myself up so much if I didn't write daily, and now I'm just like... if it were meant to happen, it would have happened already because I'm Old As Hell and my writing Isn't Popular, so ::shrug::

I mean, I'll work on my shit, but I'm not actually like... expecting it to matter. I don't know. That sounds dire. I don't mean it direly. I just mean it like this:

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warmaidensrevenge · 2 years ago

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Pairings: Eddie Munson x Plus size reader

A/N: Hey all. So I have this idea of writing a fanfic with a couple of characters in season 4 of stranger things. However a good chunk of this will be for character development. This story will include my version of season 5. Also, this will be a series. Please enjoy.

Warnings: abuse, body insecurities, angst, sexual implications, and language, slow burn. Not proof read . Let me know it there are any I missed.

Summary: Our reader doesn't want to have feelings for Eddie. He's her best friend.

Part 1: Acceptance

You were sitting at the Hell Fire table picking at your beef stroganoff. "Ugh again!?" you said out loud.

"Yep" sighed the curly headed kid sitting next to you, picking up a spoon full and letting it fall back on the tray.

"Gross!" Mike spit out.

You look up at the boys and shook your head.

" Hey Dustin? Have you seen Munson?" You question the curly haired boy. Looking at the cafeteria door waiting for his arrival.

He's never late to lunch. You thought. It's his favorite period.

" Oh yeah. He said he had to make a call " Dustin said while taking a sip of chocolate milk.

You stared back down at your tray and decided to just eat your peas. No way we're you gonna eat stroganoff 3 days in a row.

Then you heard him. Theatrical as always. He spoke out, loud enough for the whole cafeteria to hear. It, brought a smile to your face.

"THIS MEAL WILL BE THE DEATH OF US ALL. 3 DAYS IN A ROW?! NO THANK YOU!" Eddie exclaimed. Walking backwards and accidentally bumping into a couple of cheerleaders while speaking towards the lunch lady.

"My apologies." he said with his signature smirk across his face. He does a slight bow and moves his arms gesturing for them to pass. Not noticing the ugly looks he was getting from them and the majority of the other students.

You still could never understand why they dislike him so much. Why they call him a freak? He was anything but. He was amazing. Crazy charismatic, funny, and just a big old softy to those in need. Like yourself.

You moved to Hawkins with your dad a few years ago. Your mom had up a left you guys when you were 15. Your dad couldn't handle the divorce and picked up drinking. And you had felt abandoned, which caused a depression that lead you to eat.

You got bullied so bad at school for the extra pounds you put on that he moved you guys to Hawkins. But you knew that wasn't the only thing that made you guys leave. He couldn't handle living there anymore. Too many memories of mom.

Your first day in 10th grade had started off like shit. You didn't know where to sit at lunch. You looked around the cafeteria and found an empty spot at a table with a few kids you heard laughing. All wearing identical shirts. As you made your way to the spot you tripped face first to the ground. Your lunch squished under you.

You heard laughing. While you struggled to get up, you slipped on some mashed potatoes. Falling backwards on your bottom. Bouncing a little. Your face now flushed with embarrassment then tears started to form in your eyes. You tried to fight them back and told yourself.

'Don't cry, not here, not on your first day.'

"Hey you should really watch where you're going miss piggy. You scuffed my shoe!" This pretty brunette girl in a cheer outfit scoffed.

She was standing with a few others who were laughing and pointing at you.

You dropped your eyes to the ground trying to figure how to get up without falling again. Suddenly you felt a hand grab you under your arm to help you up.

"Hey you ok? He ask softly.

"Y-yeah." You whispered.

You looked at him. A thin tall boy with a buzz cut wearing a black and white baseball tee with a cool looking logo on it. With the words Hellfire club just above it.

Your face flushed and he could tell you were about to cry.

You then saw him giving the laughing kids this type of death stare. And the laughing c'est. You took a quick glance around the room and noticed a look of fright on your peers faces.

"Hey. come on." He said while leading you out of the cafeteria.

He walked with you to the ladies room to make sure you got there alright and so you could clean up.

You were quiet. The silence was so loud as you two walked down the hall. You wanted to introduce yourself but couldn't find the courage to do so.

" I'm Eddie, Eddie Munson." He spoke out akwardly.

You remained quiet and felt like an ass for it.

"You're really shy huh?" Eddie asked.

You bit your lower lip out of nervousness feeling his eyes on you. You lifted your hand and gestured 🤏.

He let out a playful laugh. Then silence again.

"I'm y/n l/n" you said softly. " Uh thanks for umm helping me."

He was shocked when you finally said something.

"Sure thing. Kids out here can be kinda vicious." A very apologetic Eddie continued. " Sorry Sara tripped you."

" It's not your fault." you said looking at the side of Eddie's face.

He's cute. You thought.

A few more moments of silence passed. He took a couple of quick steps ahead of you and turned around to be in front of you. Walking slowly backwards. You looked a little worried at him. Afraid he might trip and fall too.

"Still sorry though."

He smiled in a way that made the corners of your lips turn upwards. Forgetting your previous thoughts.

The two of you stopped at the ladies restroom door. And you thanked him.

He then reached for the handle and opened the door for you. Doing a slight bow. "M'lady"

You let out a giggle. "Good sir."

You stepped forward when he started talk again.

"A real chatty Cathy." You said to yourself.

He grinned. "Hey if you want to find me at lunch on Monday. I'll introduce you to the fellas. And if you're up to it maybe... I can teach you what our club is all about. We are kinda into D & D.'

"You play dungeons and dragons? " Your question surprised him.

"You know about D & D?"

Your smile got just a bit bigger. " Meera Lang level 3 human knight at your service." You gave a quick nod.

Eddie freaked out. A girl. A girl who played D & D.

"Yeah you're definitely joining hellfire." He said. Not knowing how much that would mean to you later on.

Eddie and the guys really got you out of your shell. But sometimes you would just stay quiet so you could enjoy the conversations they had. Everyone was so funny and different. Especially Eddie. He would go on tangents about government conspiracies and how no one knew what real music was. Honestly you could listen to him talk forever.

It was a few weeks after you made friends with all the Hellfire guys. Eddie had set a shirt in front of you when you sat in the chair on his right.

"Hear yee hear yee!" Eddie proclaimed. Getting everyone's attention at the table." I present to you heathens our newest member." He held out both of his arms like if he was showing off a prize.

You blushed at the attention. Eyes widen as you looked at your new Hellfire shirt. Noticing the slight difference from all the matching ones. The sleeves were a dark green. Your favorite color. Not black like the others. You didn't know how Eddie knew that but, you couldn't contain your smile.

You ran your eyes over everyone, seeing the looks of approval. And turn to Eddie. " Thanks Munson."

His big brown eyes creased from the smile plastered on his face. He nodded officially welcome you to the club.

While picking up the shirt you looked down at the size.

A large.

Seeing it made you sink down a little in your chair. Eddie noticed the smile had faded from your face. He sat down and moved his chair close to you.

Leaning in enough so that he was just inches away. " What's wrong y/n?"

You felt a wave of nervousness rush over you. And you bit your lip. It was just a second later you released it. " It's not gonna fit." You said so low making sure that only Eddie would hear you.

"Shit!" Eddie matching your tone. " Sorry I -I should have asked. What size should I get? I can remake it."

Embarrassment filled you. You felt your face turning red. You put your hands on your lap and looked down out them. Fidgeting with your fingers. Then you saw Eddie's hand on top of yours making a flutter in your tummy. You felt a slight calming sensation run through your body. The feeling gave you the courage to look up at him. He had sorrowful look across his face.

" 2x." You said, feeling the anxiousness coming back. But his smile keeping it at bay.

" I got you, I'm sorry y/n." He spoke softly. Giving your hand a gentle squeeze before grabbing the shirt and the rest of his belongings.

" Hey Ed's, where ya going? " Gareth asked.

You watched as Eddie ignored him and made his exit.

He found you after school at the bike rack unlocking your bike. He jogged up so that he could catch you before you left. He reached out to take off your headphones.

You jumped and was relieved that it was Eddie standing there instead of one of the popular kids getting ready to say something harsh.

You reached down to pause the music.

"Sorry didn't mean to scare you."

" Hey." you uttered. " Where did you go earlier?"

His grin sent you into a frenzy. He pulled a new Hellfire shirt from where he was hiding it behind him. " This should fit."

You took it thankfully and smiled. " You remade it so fast." You said as you put down your kickstand to hold up your bike.

He lifted his arm to rub the back of his neck." Yeah. I'm sorry. I should have asked you what size you needed."

As soon as he finished, you step in is personal space and embrace him in a hug. The top of your head just under his chin.

Eddie was taking back for just a moment but he returned the hug. Both not caring if there were others around watching you two.

You hug for a few seconds before you realized your stomach was touching his. You start to pull away from the shame but you felt hin squeeze you a bit harder.

For some reasons you felt like he knew you need someone to accept you for all of you. Not to judge you for what's on the outside. And the few more seconds that he held on to you. You knew. He didn't care about your size. He was your friend. He accepted you.

And Eddie did. From that moment, he knew you needed a real friend. Someone who has your back and would be there whenever you needed it.

The rest was history.

The sound of laughter pulled you from your recollection.

Eddie strode up to the table where his little sheep were sitting. Shoulder length curls bouncing as he walked. All eyes on him in awww.

"You bring your own lunch Munson." You said not looking up from your tray.

He took his place at the head of the table turning his chair around so the back of it was to his front. He brought up his beat up metal lunch box and set it in front of him, opening the lid and pulling out a box of animal crackers.

"So? It's ridiculous. You shouldn't have to eat that garbage." Eddie declared, leaning towards you.

You look up and he's holding up the box of crackers to you offering some. Clearly he noticed that you only ate the peas. You looked at it for a moment trying to decide if you should.

"Please tell me you're not on that stupid diet still?" Eddie lowered his voice to make it so only you could hear. "You look great."

You glanced up to see a slight worried look in his eyes. It made your stomach turn just a little. Hating it when he did that. It made you feel some type of way you really didn't want to feel.

You didn't say anything and plucked a cookie, popping it in your mouth. You looked back at he and did a slight smile while chewing. He grinned back.

Everyone at the table was excited. Tonight was campaign night. The chatter interrupted your stare off with Eddie.

"Hey Eddie, you sure you can't give us any clues for tonight?" Dustin asked with what sounding like a small plead in his voice.

"Patience is a virtue Henderson." Eddie responded with a smirk on his face. " You're all in for a surprise tonight!"

All but you were sighing out awws.

Tonight was Friday night. D & D night. You've been helping Eddie work on paint his figures all week long while he worked hard on the campaign. He really did pour his all into this one. Normally, he has multiple campaigns ready to go. But this Wednesday he up and decided to writing a whole new one.

You had admired him while his head was in the advance copy of D & D. The way he had his tongue sticking out to the side while he furiously wrote in a note book. It made you wonder what it was like to feel it in your mouth. You stopped to shake away the thought and continued to paint.

Snapping back to the present. You hear him speaking to the rest of the gang. Telling them to be prepared for tonight.

You sat in silence listening to everything that was going on. Then you felt eyes on you. Eddie was looking at you with what looked like he was gonna tell you something. But, he didn't. Instead, he offered you more cookies and you took another.

Fuck! How am I gonna tell her? Eddie thought

"You really shouldn't." You told yourself.

But, you were hungry and you didn't want to hear anymore from Eddie.

You've been on this diet for months. Well technically, it wasnt much of a diet. You were just limiting your food intake. Which was barely anything. You also went on walks for exercise. Sometimes Eddie would join you. Until he got bored.

You wanted to loose weight because you got tired of hating how you felt in your own skin. Tired of the pig noises the cheerleaders and jocks would make towards you any time you passed them. Tired of not having a guy look at you the way Eddie looks at some of the girls he likes.

"Thanks bud." You said. Giving him a small smile.

Instead of eating it you put it down on your tray.

"Hey, do you need help setting up the board for tonight? You asked him. " I can come early if you like?"

Eddie smiled. " All done. I set up last night." He said, popping a few crackers in his mouth.

" Oh?"

"Yeah. Had to do it early. Have a hot date after school." he looked away and faked a smile.

Another date? 2 in one week. You thought.

"Geez Eddie. Getting around aren't we?" Gareth joked.

You let out a small laugh with everyone else. Though it made you a little sad.

"Got to make hast while the sun is shining." Eddie replied with a grin.

"It's not serious. She won't be mad." He said to himself.

Someone else made a comment. Causing Eddie to shove his hair back and chuckle.

You glanced at him, enjoying the sight of his curls bounce. With the sun shining through the window behind him, making him look like some sort of Saint. You could have sworn he was going in slow motion.

He noticed you staring.

Eddie eyed. "You're quieter than usual y/n. What's up?"

You quickly look back down at your tray trying to play it off. "Oh nothing Munson. Just uhh lost in thought. I-i um." You cut off and stood up. Gathering your things.

" Crap. Crap. I gotta go. I completely forgot... I have to go write 2 songs for Cast Outs." You said before headed off to the library for your free period.

Eddie and the others watched as you hurried away.

He just shrugges at the others. Him knowing how you get when it comes to writing. Hoping beyond hope that you don't find out his little secret.

...

You completely sucked at singing. But, you were really great at writing songs and poetry. You wrote alot for the all girl rock band you met one night at the Hideout. You were approached by the lead singer.

She asking if you could write them a couple of songs. Apparently Eddie had been hyping you up after you had wrote one for Corroded Coffin a few months back. The ladies loved your song so much that they asked for you to help write some from then on. So most of your free time was either writing or baking. Both being your stress release.

But, If you were to be entirely honest you really didn't want to hear anymore about Eddie's future endeavors. It hurt just a little too much this time.

Why am I feeling this way?

...

Eddie was waiting for you in front of the doors to help you carry the snacks you brought. You always came bearing stuff to munch on during a campaign.

You two set up the snack table with pretzels, popcorn, chips, cookies and pop. You pulled out a small Tupperware with carrots and celery just for yourself.

Eddie looked at you with a frown. " Oh come on y/n. You're not gonna have any cookies?"

You shook your head. " I'm good bud." You gave him a small smile, lifting the container a little.

Eddie started to protest. But you pulled out a bigger Tupperware out and handed it to him. " Here you go Munson. Fresh from the oven."

Eddie grinned and opened the container, sniffing the snicker doodle cookies you always made for him on campaign Fridays. You looked down in another bag and pulled out a carton of milk for him.

You held it out for him. " Here bud."

He took it with a smile. " Aww... you're too good to me y/n. " He then placed the hand that had the milk over his heart.

He leaned in and place a quick peck on your cheek, then turned to head to his throne quickly so you couldn't smack him. You loved it so much when he did that.

The little voice in your head shouted at you. "Stop that!"

" Eww Munson! Keep your lips to yourself!" You half shouted at him and wiped your cheek. Hoping he didn't catch that small smile you had right after he kissed you.

Dustin came next to you and huffed with a lisp. "Dammit! Eddie took the cookies already!? Hey Eddie you know y/n makes those for everyone!"

You both look at Eddie who looked so majestic in his chair. He was sticking out his tongue at the curly headed boy. You let out a giggle and pulled out another container of cookies. Setting it down on the table.

" Sweet!" Dustin let out before grabbing a few.

It made you smile knowing your friends loved your cookies. Especially Eddie.

After everyone filled up their small plates you went to your seat next to Eddie.

Crunching down on a carrot. " You really out did yourself on this one Munson."

Eddie took a swig of milk in-between bites of his favorite cookies. " Yep, isn't she a beauty?"

He stood up and wiped his lips with his sleeve. " Alright ladies and gents. It's time." He side eyed you when saying ladies. Fully knowing you were the only female there.

Everyone else made there way to their seats.

Eddie brushed his hair back, revealing an ugly purple bruise on his neck.

Really a hickey?! GROSS!

A touch of jealousy washed over you for a second but you shook it off.

Nope nope.

You picked up your character sheet and prepared for the battle that you knew was soon to begin.

...

As the campaign wrapped up, the guys all began to hoot and cheer.

"Awesome!" Mike and Lucas said in unison.

"Yeah crazy good." you added.

Eddie smirked at their applause. Taking a bow. " Thank you...thank you."

"Truly one of the best ones yet!" Dustin said in amazement.

You guys cleaned up and everyone started to head out a little while later.

" Ready?" Eddie asked, handing you his empty cookie container.

You nodded stuffing it into a bag.

You both hopped in his van and Eddie started the ignition. Turning up the volume to his mixed tape you made for him a little while after you two became friends. You couldn't believe he still had it.

He started drumming his callused fingers on the steering wheel with one hand while popping a cigarette into his mouth with the other. He was about to light it but you cleared your throat. Reminding him why he couldn't.

You watch him put it back in his pack.

Eddie looked over to you. " Sorry. I forgot princess."

You rolled your eyes. " Seriously bud. I swear you have the memory of a nat. Also, what did I say about calling me that Munson?"

You narrowed your eyes at him and lightly smack his arm.

"Geez L/n! I'm driving. Are you trying to get us killed?" He chuckled.

You glared at him. " I barely touched you!"

He just smiled and laughed.

You shook your head. You couldn't even be mad at him. So you ended up laughing with him. After apologizing for him not being able to smoke around you.

You honestly didn't care that he smoked. Actually you didn't mind at all. But if you smelled like smoke when your dad was around, he would have your ass.

You check the time on the dash and it was hitting a little close to 1 am.

Shit! Dad's gonna be pissed.

Eddie pulled up to your house before you knew it. You didn't live too far from the school. Even though you wished you did. Just so you can spend a little more time with him.

Eddie shut the van off and hopped out to open your door. " M'lady"

He's such a gentleman.

" Good sir." you responded, stepping down and out the van with your arms full with bags of empty Tupperware. He closed the door behind you and headed to the back of the van to pull out your bike.

You guys slowly walk up your driveway while Eddie belted out the lyrics to Don't Fear The Reaper. You watched him with joy. However, you needed to get him to stop.

He did stop singing after you shush him.

" Munson please. You'll wake up the neighborhood."

" Well, they need some good music in their lives. Who am I to deny them such pleasure?" Eddie turning lifting his arm in the air.

So dramatic this one is.

You shook your head but couldn't help your lips from grinning.

Finally at the front door you put the bags down to look for your keys. Eddie went to set down your bike.

"Still heading to the Hideout tomorrow?

You looked up at him " Of course. Can't let my best friend perform with out his number 1 supporter." You paused for a second." Umm...pick me up at 7?"

" Yes ma'am!" He said raising his hand to salute you.

Your eyes caught the deep purple bruise on his neck again. You stood there in silence for a moment. Hanging your head.

Why does it hurt seeing that?

Eddie looked at you tilting his head to the side. " What's up?"

Your eyes shot up to meet his big brown ones.

" A hickey Munson? Seriously?"

His left arm moved to the back of his neck. The quick shine from the front porch light reflecting off his rings moved across your face.

He let out a sigh "Oh uh yeah. Things kinda got out of hand."

Shit! Shit! Shit! He thought. Please don't ask who...

" You don't say?" You replied sarcastically.

" Uhhh...You don't know y/n. Man. She was kissing on my neck and grinding on top of me. And- and she did this thing with her hips-"

You raised up you hand cutting him off. " Uh... Eww. That's enough."

Eddie chuckled. " Sorry."

Just then you heard your dad calling out.

Eddie sighed in relief to himself.

"Shit!" you said as you turned your head to the door. " He sounds drunk. Better head out of here bud. You know know how he gets when he's had a few."

You look back at him with pleading eyes. He nodded and gave you a quick hug and headed back to his van.

You picked up the bags and let yourself into the living room. Closing and locking the door behind you.

"Hey dad... I'm home." You placed your keys in the ceramic bowl you made for your dad when you were 10. As a father's day gift.

You walked to the kitchen and saw your father sitting at the table, refilling a glass with what looked like whiskey.

" Where have you been? Do you have any idea what time it is?"

" Yeah dad. I'm sorry. I- should have called. The campaign went on a little longer than planned. I'm sorry."

You set the bags down on the counter and turned to look at him.

He got up from his seat. Stumbling to stand up straight. With the drink in his hand, he made his way towards you.

" Don't lie to me. You were out being a filthy slut weren't you!?" His words slurred.

Your eyes widen from the shock of what he just said.

" DAD NO!" You shouted.

" Out being a whore! Just like your cunt of a mother!"

" DAD?!"

He swings back his drink and slams the empty glass on the counter next to the bags. After breaking the cup he grabs both of your arms.

"DAD PLEASE!" You begged trying to get out of his grasp.

He pulled back a little. " YOU WILL NOT BE LIKE THAT BITCH! DO YOU HEAR ME?"

He then position his arm to the side and the back of his hand strikes you across the face.

Your eyes swell with tears immediately from the pain. Your cheek was suddenly red hot from the hit. Your father released his grip on you and stepped back. Staring at you for a few moments.

You saw the instant regret in his eyes. He didn't say anything. He just turned around, stopped for a second and walked to the living room to plop himself on the couch. He was out before you could process what just happened.

He has never did that. He yelled. He always yelled. But, never in your 18 years has he ever lift a finger towards you.

You looked at the date on the fridge and sighed. It was his and mom's anniversary. As tears fell from your face you grabbed ice and wrapped it with a towel to pressed it against your cheek. You flinched from the pain. But held it there. You quickly cleaned up the glass and went upstairs to your room. You walk in and locked your door. While sitting on the bed you sobbed quietly.

A minute passed and you jumped at the sound of tapping on your window. You quickly wiped your tears away.

You look over and recognized your frizzy hair friend. You went to opened the window. " Munson what the hell are you doing here?"

You turned to hide the bruise that was forming on your cheek and hid the ice pack behind you.

" I wanted to check to see if you were ok." He said, climbing into your room. Closing the window after.

You move to your record player and turn it on. To muffle the sound of your voices. You didn't want to wake up your dad after what just happened. Then you hid the ice pack in your desk drawer. Hoping Eddie didn't see you do it.

He moved towards you. " y/n?"

You could feel his presence lingering just a few feet from you. You slump your shoulders and wrapped your arms around to hug yourself. Swallowing the lump that was building in your throat. Just so you can speak.

"I'm g-good Munson."

Even you weren't convinced as it came out of your mouth.

You felt Eddie's big hand on your shoulder.

Without taking a second to think. You turned and hugged him. Crying into his chest. Tears staining his his Hellfire shirt.

He wrapped his arms around you tightly. "Y/n what's wrong? Y/n Please. . . Please talk to me." The concern in his voice hurt your heart.

He pushed you back slightly and cupped your chin. Trying to get you to look at him. The cold from his rings sent a chill down your spine.

You resisted for a moment. But eventually gave in and looked up. Meeting his gaze.

Eddie dropped his hand to your shoulder and his eyes widen. Fury replaced the sadness that you just saw.

"HE HIT YOU! HE FUCKING HIT YOU?! THAT MOTHER FUCKER!"

The anger in his voice frighten you. You never heard him so angry.

"Shhhh please!" You begged. " You'll wake him."

"I DONT CARE! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH HIM!?"

He moved away from you and head for the door. You grabbed his hand and squeeze it. Tugging him back.

" Eddie..." you paused. "please."

The sound of you voice made him stop in his tracks. You didn't used his nickname. It's always either bud or Munson. Even when you were mad at him, you would use his full legal name. Which is when he knew he fucked up. Never Eddie though.

" Please dont. You'll just make it worst." You whimpered.

He hung his head. "He shouldn't be hitting you y/n."

" He didn't mean to. It's just- it's his and mom's anniversary. He... He was just really drunk."

" That's NOT an excuse." He said way harsher than he meant to.

He turned to you and lifted his hand up to cup your cheek that wasn't hurt and furrowed his brow. "Y/n that's not okay...This isn't okay."

"I-I know." you sighed putting your hand on his. You dropped your gaze down to the floor. " He never did this before. You should've seen his face after. He- he didn't mean it." Fresh tears rolled down your face.

The words made Eddie pull you back into his arms. " What do you want me to do? What should I do?"

A few moments passed.

"Please stay with me." You said just above a whisper.

He place a soft kiss on the top of your head and agree.

You didn't bother putting on pajamas. Instead, you kicked off your shoes and climbed into bed. You then watched as Eddie took off his leather jacket and set it down on your desk chair. He sat at the edge of the bed and took off his Reeboks. He then climbed under the covers and pulled you into him. Allowing you to resting your head on his chest.

Tears ran over the bridge of your nose onto his shirt.

" It's ok y/n. I'm here. I got you." He said while rubbing your back and holding you a little tighter. " I'm here."

The words eased the sudden stab of insecurity you had of him touching your back rolls.

You loved your best friend. He always made you feel safe and made the pain in your heart hurt just a little less every moment you spent with him. His voice calmed your anxiety. His touch was like the magic cure for your nerves. His presence just made your life brighter.

As you laid wrapped in Eddie's strong arms, drifting into a deep slumber. His heart beat being the sweetest of lullaby's. It all became clear to you now. You wished it could just stop. All of the thoughts you shoved down or tried to shake off for so long. All the hugs you've shared. The nights you've stayed together. The laughs. After all this time...You knew you were in love with your best friend. You were in love with Eddie Munson...

Well shit!

@yappydoo

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thoughtfullyrainynightmare · 2 years ago

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Prompt: Tea Characters: Mimosa & Kirsch Genre: general with feels (melancholic memories of their childhood) Fanfic type: Oneshot Length: ~0.8k

There was a knock at Mimosa’s door; an unexpected one, since she couldn’t recall having made plans with anyone. But in any case, she got up and made her way to the door. It was probably someone from the squad, coming around to ask about something anyhow.

“How can I-“ the smile on her face faded away as she opened the door, and saw who was standing in the doorway.

“Ah, Mimosa!” Kirsch greeted with a smile, but stopped, and looked at her. “That is not a very beautiful expression.”

She stayed silent for a few more moments, while trying to contain the twitching of her eyebrow. “What are you doing here?”

“Why, to take my elegant little sister out for tea of course,” he replied, as if it had been obvious.

Again seconds ticked in the air, as she wondered to herself where was this coming from.

“Come on. We don’t want to be late! I have a reservation to your favourite café,” he told her before turning around and starting to lead the way.

But her brows were still furrowed. Because she couldn’t remember when had been the last time that Kirsch had asked her for tea. She couldn’t even remember the last time he had had tea with her, probably when they were little. When she had played with dolls and had held tea parties of her own; to her dolls. Probably.

But it had also been a while since she had visited the café. And… she supposed she didn’t have a reason to turn down the request, which… had seemed more like insisting, since Kirsch was already leading the way.

He’s still… making an effort to spend time with me, she thought. And even if he is annoying, I should give him a chance. He’s not all bad.

She knew that she was perhaps more annoyed with him at times than what she should have, but she didn’t care for how self-centred and beauty obsessed he made himself seem. Or was. She wasn’t sure at this point anymore.

Surely it couldn’t be his entire personality, since he was a vice captain. But it was a side of him that was most on display.

Still, she followed him as they made their way into the city and the café, just in time for the reservation. They ordered pastries and tea without saying anything to each other, not really anyways. But the longer the silence continued, the more she felt inclined to ask why he had asked her out for tea.

“Kirsch?”

“Yes?”

“Why did you ask me to come with you?”

His eyes averted for a while, as if he wasn’t certain himself. But. Then he let out a sigh, and begun explaining. “We have a new recruit in the Coral Peacocks, and she talks a lot about her family. About how they used to do things together and the memories that resulted from those common activities, and she… talks about how sad it is that she can’t do them anymore, because she’s a knight and away.”

Mimosa wasn’t sure what to say, or if to say, during the brief pause he made.

“And… I thought about how you used to have these little tea parties when we were kids and… we had a lot of fun. Which made think that we… aren’t close anymore and I… just…”

“You… miss it?” She asked with a frown; a disbelieving and curious one, because she hadn’t imagined her brother missing those family moments they used to have, just between the two of them or with their parents.

“Yeah…” he admitted before turning to look outside, where there was a bright day of late autumn, full of bright colours.

And for a moment, she thought that he looked like he was… tearing up, perhaps? But the moment was short, passing, like a breeze travelling through a street.

“But that wasn’t a very beautiful expression of me,” he combed his hair while taking on another bright smile, as if trying to hide his true emotions.

That was when it, or at least a part of it, clicked to Mimosa. He was trying to upkeep appearances, while in fact, he cared for the people around him.

She wasn’t exactly sure how to connect all of the dots, but she couldn’t say that a part of her hadn’t missed those times too. The times when they had, properly, been a family.

“I don’t mind having tea with you occasionally,” she told him while picking up the tea cup that was being served to her. “You’re my brother, and I need to look out for you,” she added with another smile that made the corners of his mouth tug up into a genuine smile.

It was a rare sight, she thought. But maybe this was the start of them beginning to be caring siblings to each other again, like they had been, once upon a time.

#mimosa vermillion #kirsch vermillion #black clover fanfiction #falling for you

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hiphop-rap-and-basketball · 3 years ago

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rookie year | chapter 8

• a lamelo ball fanfic by hiphop-rap-and-basketball •

Pairing: LaMelo Ball x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4,357

Warnings: All characters in this fic are 18+. Minors DNI. Swearing, mentions of drug use, all that shittt.

A/N: early post supriseeee, it’s Tuesday but I’m on a roll and had this chapter done so fuck it. this chapter really just makes my heart flutter, pure fluff. I am love sick, truly, enjoy. let me know how you liked it and how it made you feel :)

October 30th 2021

You finally were getting to see Melo today after not seeing him for what felt like forever. Ever since last week when you and Tristan broke up, he checked up on you when he had the chance by texting you and making sure you were doing okay.

He truly took your request seriously of sending you pictures of something cool, funny or random that he saw. It became almost an everyday thing where he would either send a plate of his food, a random picture of his face and tried to justify it because he said you specifically asked to send “something cool.”

He would also send a picture of maybe just a random statue or landmark. He started sending more views after you once told him that beautiful views were you favorite thing. He knew those little random messages made you smile and that is how those text messages grew to be a special way to connect even being hundreds of miles apart from each other.

Each day felt less and less painful since the break up. You were taking the time to work on yourself. You had not received a single call or text from Tristan. You have been on edge about it ever since, wondering if he would reach out to you to say anything else before he leaves for good.

Until now.

Tristan: My beautiful darling Y/N who I’ll miss very much. I’m sorry things had to end this way. I understand if you never want to talk to me again. Just know I always loved you and didn’t want things to end this way. I didn’t want them to end at all. I didn’t tell you my plan was the military because I didn’t want you to think badly of me. I guess that doesn’t make sense. All I know is I’ll always love you. No one will ever love you like I did. I wish you the best. I leave for boot camp on the first of November.

You scuff in frustration. It almost makes you want to laugh. Staring at your phone rereading it wondering how you put up with the toxicity for so long. You slipped your phone in your back pocket got out of your car, grabbing your coffee and purse.

You shut the door behind you and looked up startled and in shock, there stood Melo with his arms open.

“Oh my gosh,” you exclaimed running up to hug him.

“Heyy,” he chuckled while squeezing you tight. You let go of the hug and looked up at him, his eyes were low and he was cheesing extra hard.

You smirked and him.

“Hmm, I see what you were up to,” you teased.

“Whatttt?” He asked in a high pitched tone, trying not to laugh.

“Hmmm,” you hummed, reaching up to hold his cheeks, turning his face side to side to look into his red eyes, visibly high. He grabbed both your hands and brought them down to your sides.

“Don’t worry bout it,” he teased.

“Okay,” you huffed. “I’m just mad you didn’t ask me to join.”

“Awww, you smoke though?” He asked and the two of you began walking.

“No, yes, well I’ve done it a couple times it’s been a while,” you shrugged.

“I don’t want to corrupt you camera girl, you’re too pure for this world,” he stated while the two of you got to his car.

“I’m not that pure,” you argued and he looked at you sideways.

“Hmmm, oh really?” He stated getting his car started.

“Whatchu like to do for fun?” He asked you.

“Well- I… I guess I work a lot.. and I consider work fun. So that’s a good question,” you shrugged.

“It’s okay, you getting the grind in. Let’s have some fun today though. You deserve it after all that… how you been feeling?”

You gave him directions on where to go as you spoke on the things you had not talked about with each other through text.

“Well, I was doing better without any contact with him but then he… texted me today and it just kinda refueled some anger,” you replied.

“Awww shit,” Melo stated.

“Yeah… I’ll uh- show you when we get there but besides that. How are you feeling?”

“Great now that I’m with you,” he stated and you smiled.

“Stopppp. I mean I’m honored,” you giggled. “But are you doing okay physically and mentally?”

“Yeah I mean, I’m proud of myself and how I’ve been doing this season. I just have love for the game, not much too it,” he shrugged.

“I love how you talk about it like it’s not a big deal,” you stated.

“I mean my love for the game is pretty natural,” he shrugged. “Nun’ crazy.”

“Don’t downplay it, you’re amazing,” you nudged him.

“Camera girl you gasssin’… I love to hear it though keep going,” he smirked.

“Nah that’s enough we don’t need that big head getting any bigger,” you teased.

When you got to the restaurant it was pretty empty. You wanted to go to this small Chinese Restaurant near your hometown that you always used to go to.

“So spill the tea,” Melo said while leaning back in his seat. “What happened with ‘ol wanna be military boy?”

“Well… I actually haven’t heard from him, so I was doing great but then today…” you say pulling out your phone and pulling up the text from Tristan. You hand it over to Melo and he furrowed his brows while he read it.

“First of all, why are his messages green? Wit’ his broke ass,” he said while he continued to read it and you could not help but laugh a little.

You scan his face while he reads it, he shakes his head while handing your phone back to you.

“That’s…” he trailed off. “a toxic response. Talking bout some ‘No one will ever love you like I did,’ go to hell,” he mumbled and you laugh again.

“Yeah I don’t think I want to pay any mind... It feels like one big lie. I just know it is,” You shrugged.

“Wait so… how exactly did the conversation start though? Like the day it happened?” he asked.

You felt the heat run to your cheeks as you looked down at the table remembering it all.

“Well..” you start.

“Oh shit…” he replies.

“When we got home after getting my kitten, I opened up my laptop and I still had the pictures I was editing of you up. He was pissed and started going off talking bout some “why did you give him a photoshoot again” like it’s not my job… then he was claiming shit like we did plenty of photoshoots… this this and that and like I spend all my time with you.”

“What the hell, does he know we only did two?” He questioned while sipping his water.

“Yeah,” you sighed throwing your hand up in defeat.

“Wooow,” he dragged while raising his brows.

“Yeah so.. he was definitely jealous,” you stated crossing your arms.

“Damn,” he muttered, face scrunched up while he looked to the side with a smug grin on his face.

“LaMelo…” you stated firmly, squinting your eyes at him catching onto his pride getting the best of him in that moment.

“Sorry, my fault, my fault,” he brought his hand on his mouth to cover it, straightened his posture and rubbed his goatee as you continued.

“Then he said something along the lines of ‘ that’s slutty behavior and if I was trying to get with you without him knowing... He also said and I quote “‘NBA players do not take bitches seriously’,”

Melo crossed his arms now with a serious tone, “What the fuck?”

“Yeah… it was ugly.”

“We not all like that, I’m kinda pissed he said that, not kinda but really and more of the fact that he was extremely disrespectful to you. Ion’ give a fuck what that man thinks about me. I know who I am.”

“Yeah to be honest the more I look back the more I realized how mentally unstable he would act,” you sighed. “So I refuse to believe any sort of opinion he has.”

The waitress brought out your meals and the two of you began eating. You realized how at peace you felt at this very moment. You cherished it and felt grateful to be in Melo’s presence as it had felt like a while.

“Anyway, thinking about it now I’m glad I was strong enough to end things after that, I felt weak for so long. I feel like I’m getting my power back.”

He nodded in response.

“I can tell. It looks like you’re glowing,” he stated casually while taking a bite.

Your eyes soften at him.

“That’s so sweet,” you smiled. “Thanks for noticing that.”

“You’re welcome,” he grinned as if his compliment to you was nothing new.

With him sitting right in front of you, you took the moment to observe his features.

“It looks like your curls are getting longer,” you said while smiling down at your plate.

“Really?” He asked while pulling down on one of them and bringing it to be visible to his eyesight. He let it go and it recoiled back to its normal size. You smiled at the sight.

“Yes,” you giggled.

“I might cut it.”

“No don’t-“ you reply quickly.

“Why?” he smirked.

“I like them long,” you say softly.

“Ahh I just meant trimming then down a bit,” he stated.

“How much?” You questioned.

He laughed, and you admired his smile when he did, “I don’t know maybe you can be there when I’m sitting in my barber chair and let him know when to stop,” he advised.

“I absolutely would,” you shrugged.

You finish up eating and Melo pays. You thank him about 100 times and he said it’s really not a problem. You were appreciative of it but still insisted he would not overdo it.

He stopped you when you got to his car.

“Y/N say thank you one more time,” he laughed. “I’m forreal don’t be mad about me paying, I’m going to keep doing it and you’re not going to stop me,” he stated and you were taken aback by his firmness.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, damn Y/N, you wanna check my bank account so you know I ain’t lying?” He laughed.

“Well… I am curious as to what a couple million look like- wait no no no stop Melo,” you threw your hands up.

“What?” He asked, leaning against his car tilting his chin up exposing his neck to you as he looked down as you were deep in thought.

You thought about how you were concerned of the possibility that he would ever think you just wanted to hang out with him for his money. You thought about how you wanted to tell him you appreciated his genuine friendship and yeah it was cool that he had a lot of money but that was not why you enjoyed spending time with him. You wondered if all the people in his life were actually genuine. A life of being wealthy and famous is something that could quite possibly be the hardest when it comes to knowing who is really there for you. You put these thoughts aside, maybe you were just overthinking it all.

“Um- uh – thank you,” is what you finally mustered up to say and he picked you up with both arms, carrying you bridal style to the passenger seat before setting you in.

“That’s it,” he groans and suddenly you are in fits of laughter, feeling butterflies in the pit of your stomach.

He sets you into his passenger seat and looks into your eyes. You feel yourself shy away from his intense gaze.

“Look at me,” he says and you meet his eyes again, having a hard time not giggling.

“I’m going to keep paying because I want to, not even tryna brag like that but I want you to know, that’s how this is ‘bout to work,” he stated, using his pointer finger to motion the air between you and him.

“..and that sounds amazing and I really appreciate it I just don’t want you to ever think that I’m around you just for your money.”

“Camera girl-“ he backed up chuckling and slapped his hands on his legs.

“What?” You asked, concerned.

“I never thought of you that way. Ever. You’re honestly the realist person I’ve ever met,” he said and you felt a tinge of sadness wondering if your thoughts were true and if people really did use him for his money.

You looked up at him and smiled, using your hand to tap his drivers seat.

“Come in,” you whispered. “It’s chilly.”

He makes his way around the car and sits in the driver seat, starting the engine.

The two of you sit in silence for a bit attempting to warm up. His car felt familiar and cozy now. You burrow your face into your jacket.

“This town is cute, it’s little.” he says.

“Yeahh I’m convinced the locals are wondering what the hell a Lamborghini is doing here,” you replied and he laughed.

“You grew up close to here?” He asked.

“Yeah my childhood home isn’t far from here, it’s like less than 10 minutes away.”

“I’m tryna go meet Moms,” he joked and furrowed your brows at him in response.

“She’s married and I still have my dad in my life,” you chuckled.

“Oh nah nah I ain’t mean it like that,” he laughed. “Camera girl you think I’m into MILF’s or something?”

You laughed. “Shittt, I don’t know what you’re into.”

He studied your face for a moment after what you said and you finally looked up at him again.

“What?” You asked.

“Oh shit, I just remembered,” he stated while reaching for his phone. He pulled up his messages and you craned your neck to get a look but he noticed you watching so he hid his phone from you.

“Ah ah ah no peaking I’m ‘bout to send it,” he mumbled.

You rolled your eyes, “fineee.”

You awaited his message while he got it pulled up and hit send. You sat back in your seat and watched as he focused way too hard on trying to send one text. Like every brain cell he had was really focused on that one task.

You looked at your phone once it finally vibrated.

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: you’re a vip to me 💕 1 Attachment

You looked up and him as he smirked looking at you, waiting for your reaction. You opened the image. It was a QR Code for a VIP court side ticket for a Hornets v. Heat game.

“Oh my God Melo, really? Courtside?”

“Yeah, it’s no biggie you know just had to pull a couple strings,” he shrugged.

“Forreal?” You asked.

“Nah I’m just playing, we get tickets for free but, the dude did kinda look at me funny when I told him I only needed one.”

“Awww, well is it weird that I’ll be there alone?” You asked him.

“Nah, not at all. Matter fact I’ll be right there with you… technically,” he laughed. “And you can bring your camera too, if you want.”

“Melo… this is so sweet. Seriously.” You admired the ticket on your phone than took a moment to process everything around you.

“It’s no biggie really. I want you to have fun and enjoy it.. even if you’re not sitting with anyone it’s really just a fun time to be there,” he shrugged. “You’ll see, it’s different being so close versus sitting far up. Whole new type of experience.”

Melo was treating you like a friend of his own now, and this all started just because you did a photoshoot for him. He looked at you and concern grew on his face due to your silence.

“…But I’m just your photographer,” you mumbled.

“Nooooo, don’t say that. You’re more than that camera girl, you’re special and you mean a lot to me,” he admits. “I’m grateful that I met you.”

You look at him in awe for his sweet words. His eyes bouncing around admiring every aspect of your face awaiting your response.

“Thank you Melo,” you smiled. “That means more than you know..”

You thought about how Tristan barely said such kind words like this to you. You winced at the thought and you quickly adjusted yourself in your seat to face him.

“I have to say… I’m excited. I’ve been keeping up more now.. with games and stuff,” you perked up.

“Oh yeah? Who’s your favorite team?” He asked with a smirk.

“Hmmm, lemme think about it,” you replied, pretending to be deep in thought.

He playfully pushed your leg with his free hand.

“Now, you tryna do something like go buy some pumpkins or something?” He asked and you laughed. “I mean, Halloween is tomorrow,” he shrugged.

“Damn that’s true, I kinda forgot… haunted house?”

“Let’s do it,” he shrugged.

The two of you spent a second researching which one you should go to. Unknowingly to you, he admired you for a moment as you were sitting in his passenger seat scrolling on your phone, happy to be in your presence.

You decided on one and he started driving. It was pretty in the cut and lowkey in another smaller town. You almost wondered it if was safe as you drove up to it and it looked like an actual house.

“Ummm,” you stated as you got out the car and adjusted yourself. Melo looked at you as you were wide-eyed and laughed.

“What? You can’t get scared now camera girl, it was your idea,” he chuckled.

“Yeah, I don’t know now,” you chuckled nervously.

“Come on, you’re a big girl,” he teased. “We’re here and committed now, so we have to.”

“Okay,” you whispered, not keeping an eye off of the building in front of you. You were hesitant now.

And for what? Yeah it had been a while since you went to a haunted house, but, it’s not real… right?

The two of you walked into the building and were greeted by a girl at the front desk with a Halloween themed make-up design on her face.

Melo bought your tickets and sent you a grin when he handed his card to her. You guys entered through the door to start going through the haunted house. Before you entered the first dark hallway, you stopped in your tracks.

“Ummm-“ you say a little louder and a little more nervous sounding this time.

“Nope,” Melo cut you off and grabbed your hand and gave you a tug. You had no choice, you had to go all in now.

The beginning was not super bad. It was dark, but there were some strobe lights. There were some people in costumes that jumped out at you.

Melo looked down at you with an amused expression on his face, still holding your hand through this point.

“This is.. okay,” you stated.

“Seee, I told you,” he lightly squeezed your hand before letting go of it. “C’mon.”

There was so much. You screamed a couple of times and Melo laughed. You started to loosen up and let the anxiety go. Everything was fake… until you saw the man with a chainsaw.

That shit was looking a little too real.

You did not know what the end was but the flashing white lights made everything around you appear daunting as it moved and then stopped and moved again as new things would move and appear closer to you, you felt like you were going to get jumped scared at any moment.

You had your eyes closed now and refused to look at anything in front of you. You reached out for Melo’s arm and linked yours around his in hopes that he would be able to guide you through the rest with him still having his eyes open.

“I can’t see,” you stated.

“Open your eyes then shorty,” he teased, nudging you.

You opened them. It was bright now. The room was completely white. There was no one around you. You could not tell what was going to happen next. You looked up at him. His face was relaxed and yours was clearly stressed but you forced a smile. He grabbed your hand again and suddenly, the room went pitch dark. You grab onto Melo’s arm again.

“Please step forward,” a voice echoed through the speaker.

You both took steps forward, small steps at that.

“A little more,” the voice stated.

“A little moreeeeeee….. stop.” the voice echoed and you both laughed after shuffling your feet, unable to see how far you had even moved up.

“What’s so funny?” An actual person voice asked now and you felt their presence right front of you and for the first time you felt and heard Melo have a reaction when he gasped and jumped back.

“Shit,” he laughed.

The lights turned on and a clown dripping in blood stood in front of you and you about lost it. Clowns freaked you out.

“Fuck that,” you yelled. The clown was in both of your faces now, knife in hand.

“You gotta be one crazy mother-“

The lights turned off again and you were both in each other’s embrace now when you nearly jumped into Melo’s arms.

The lights were suddenly on again. The clown was gone.

You both jogged your way out of there now that you noticed the white door handle connected to the wall.

You both went through and reached the end of the haunted house, back at the beginning as you were greeted by the girl with the makeup again.

“Have fun?” She smirked, tilting her head.

“No, maybe, yes, I don’t know,” you gasped realizing you were just trying to catch your breath.

“Have a good night,” she waved and went back on her phone.

You both walked out of the building. It was dusk now. You made your way back to his car and you both were too stunned to speak until you made it to the car.

“That was…. Definitely something,” you finally say, still feeling out of breath.

“You were so scared,” he chuckled. “For whattt?”

“Shut uppp…” you say covering your face in embarrassment. “Looook, that shit was crazy!”

“Yeah, it honestly was, shit kinda threw me off in that last room I damn near shitted,” he admitted and you laughed.

“I’m fucking deaddd,” you say as you got back into the car. The two of you sat for a moment.

You thought about what the two of you just experienced together and it made you laugh even more.

“What?” He asked.

“Nothing,” you say.

“You so cute when you laugh,” he grinned.

“Stopp,” you blushed. “Thank you… and you’re cute when you pretend like you’re not scared,” you teased.

“I wasn’t!!” He chuckled. “Shit was mid.”

“Mhmmm, sure,” you nodded.

He looked at you and playfully pushed your head.

“Where we going camera girl? Home now?” He asked.

The way he said home made your heart swell.

“We can,” you shrugged. “This has been fun… I kinda don’t want the night to end.”

“Me neither… wanna get ice cream?”

“Fuck it,” you shrugged.

Your last stop of the day was stopping by a local ice cream store. When you both got your cones he drove you back home and the two of you were silent, too focused on making sure your ice cream did not melt onto your laps and on his seats.

You licked your cone, watching as he had one hand on his steering wheel and the other hand wrapped around his cone. You watched as he licked the melting drops dripping off side of the cone.

You caught yourself nearly drooling at his tongue swirling on that cone and you laughed at yourself mentally.

He caught you staring.

“Whatchu looking at?” He chuckled.

“Tongue game kinda crazy,” you mumbled jokingly, in hopes he would not actually hear you. But he did.

He chuckled in response.

“You a freak camera girl,” he shook his head playfully. “What’s your mind in the gutter for?”

You studied his face for a moment, admiring the way his curls fell, swooning over his smile all day. His soft brown eyes looking into yours when he spoke to you. Feeling his hand in your own today and him being so protective over you. His intensity and the way he carried himself in full confidence. How could your mind not be in the gutter?

You giggled and lied, “Oh no reason.”

“Mhmm,” he smirked. “Don’t lie to me.”

“You’re nice to look at,” you shrug, “don’t let it get to your head though.”

“It already did,” he chuckled.

He pulled into the apartment complex now. You both for out of the car and walked together, making your way up the elevator per usual.

“Did you have fun?” He asked you.

“Of course, I always have fun with you,” you smiled up at him. The elevator stopped on your floor and the two of you walked to your door, standing up against the outside of it before entering your apartment.

The two of you gazing at each other in admiration but both were too scared to admit it.

“Well I’m happy you did,” he nudged you before pulling you into a hug.

When you released the hug, you remained close to him, looking up at him. It was cute how much he had to tilt his head down to remain in eye contact with you.

Two children came running down the hall, and you released your grip from him, watching as they flew past you.

“I’ll be back here these next couple of days but I’ll see you at the game.. and hopefully after if you’re free,” he shrugged.

“Can’t waittt, thank you again,” you sing while unlocking your door.

“I’ll see you then,” he grinned, grabbing your hand for a moment and squeezing it before walking away.

“See youuu, LaMelo,” you waved.

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