#next poster has only two faces THANK GOD

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AND THE DEEP COMES RUSHING IN

technically a poster for the Kraken/Canucks game happening tomorrow, but I liked it better generic.

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Everyone Hates Todo Except You

The best part about Todo is that you don’t have to put yandere in front of him because his normal behavior already screams delusional and obsessive.   You cannot convince me that he doesn’t sniff all your things as soon as you’re not looking.  He’s just so intense.  I love this man, need to catch up on jjk.

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At the Kyoto branch, nobody really bothers sticking their nose in Todo’s business.  But when there’s an enormous mound of trash bags outside his room that just keeps getting bigger, concerning glances and eyebrow raises no longer cut it.  Normally his antics earn a side eye or two, but lately it’s been a little much, even for him.  At the breakfast table the next day, the girls decide to draw straws to see who has to tell him to move his shit.

“It’s not fair!  Why do I have to do it?”  Miwa groans, cursing her bad luck for the thousandth time.  

“It is fair, you just happened to draw the short straw now go deal with it!  We'll back you up.”  Mai grins, knowing full well she rigged it.

Kasumi Miwa would rather be doing literally anything else at this moment.  She timidly knocks on the door, and says, “Todo?  Could you move all this stuff please?  You’re starting to block the hallway.”

“Yeah I’ll get to it whenever I get the rest of this junk cleaned up.  Don’t worry there’s no food waste so there shouldn’t be any smell.”

“B-but Todo…. It's been almost a week now…”  The only response was the muted sound of shuffling.

Miwa looks back in defeat at her so-called “back up” as they peek from behind the corner.  Their best bet now is to get one of the boys to convince him.  And if they fail it’s straight to Utahime-sensei.  

Todo looks at his room, emptier than it’s ever been.  He knew this was the likeliest outcome.  Takada-chan was a beloved idol, and even if she liked him back (which he thought she might have at some point) there was no way she could be with him.  He knew, but it doesn't mean it hurt any less.  There were years of carefully collected merch, thousands of dollars being stuffed into trash bags to be thrown away.  But instead of the despair he carefully denied for years, he didn’t feel any loss throwing away all the autographed posters and pictures.  No, he had something much better now, someone who could actually be with him in this wretched, boring world.  He had his wonderful, gorgeous, beautiful, perfect in every way girlfriend.  And while you weren’t aware that you were destined to be with him yet, he would make sure you’d know soon.  As soon as he finished purging his space of Takada-chan (it wouldn’t do to have pictures of an old flame) he’d confess.  

A few days later he was tying up the last trash bag, ready to enact his plan.  He asked you to meet him under the largest tree in the forest on the edge of the training field.  Several hypothetical scenarios floated through his mind, and he focused on the one where you’d enthusiastically said you loved him back and then he married you and had many children.  As he neared the confession site, Todo felt yet another arrow go through his heart as you came into view.  I’ll never get tired of seeing her.

“Todo, is everything okay?  What’s up?”  A shiver ran down Todo’s spine, goosebumps rising.  God, even your voice was perfect.

“I love you.  Promise me, y/n.  That we’ll spend the rest of our lives together.”  He got down on one knee like a proposal, looking up at you like a devout follower.

“Todo… I don’t know about the rest of our lives but why don’t we start with a date?  I like you too.”  While you were a bit taken aback by his forwardness, you brush it off as Todo being Todo.  You never disliked his honesty and unabashedness.

“My girlfriend!! I knew you felt the same!”  A single tear ran down Todo’s face.   

Back to the dorms, it wasn’t long before everyone found out and congregated at your room to badger you with questions.  

“Ugh that gorilla?  You guys are dating now?”  Nishimiya asked, firmly believing Todo to be an improper and inadequate boyfriend.  

“I thought he only had eyes for that idol Takado or whatever,” Miwa chimes.

“It’s Takada,” Mai corrects, not able to make eye contact with Nishimiya’s suspicious glance in her direction. 

“We’re dating now!  He just asked me out, and he’s really good to me.” you reply, thinking of how Todo insisted on carrying you back to the dorms, gently setting you down before running off saying he needed to ‘prepare’.  

“You can do way better than Todo, trust us.” The girls all nod in agreement.  However, Todo is outside your room balancing a tray of perfectly cooked lunch and a cold pitcher of water.  

“What are you guys talking about?”  he knows already, but wants to hear them say it to his face.  

“How y/n is too good for the likes of you.”  Mai minces no words for Todo.  With the uncomfortable tension rising, the Kyoto girls hastily make an exit.  

“My love, I made lunch for us.  I know I am not handsome, or come from wealth and a good sorcerer family like some of our classmates.  But I will be devoted.  I will never stray from you, I’d die if you asked me to.”  he says, as he sets the meal on your small desk, pulling out utensils and napkins.  His normal confidence seems to waver a bit, and it seems that not even Todo is immune to worrying about what other people think of him.  

“Todo, don’t worry about what they say and please don’t say you’ll die for me.  I like you a lot, I wouldn’t have accepted your confession if I didn’t.  I also think you’re quite handsome.”  

“You love me back?”  he whispers, kneeling at the edge of your bed, looking up at you.  While it’s a bit too early to tell, Todo’s hopeful, reverent look has you obliging him. 

“I do love you back.”  He embraces you, and you can hear his heartbeat in his bare chest.  It feels good to be loved so wholeheartedly, and you’ll give him all the love you have to repay him.  

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The Imperfect Couple - 17

Character: politician!Bucky x ex-wife!reader

Summary: A separated couple must pretend to be happily married while the husband runs for Vice President, dealing with old issues and political pressures during his election campaign.

Warning: Suicide character.

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Author Note: After this, you will hate Steve more.

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"Historic Victory! Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes Elected with Record-Breaking Votes."

You stood among the crowd in awe, feeling the gravity of the moment as Bucky stepped up first to take his oath. His right hand rested on the Bible, and his voice was steady, resonating across the packed hall and through the media broadcasted nationwide.

“I, James Buchanan Barnes, do solemnly swear that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic, that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same, and that I take this obligation freely, without any mental reservation or purpose of evasion.”

He glanced at you briefly, pride mingling with disbelief in his eyes as he finished, “I pledge to faithfully discharge the duties of the office upon which I am about to enter, so help me God.”

It was almost surreal, watching Bucky stand here, on the cusp of history. You could hardly believe it. He had done it; he was now the Vice President of the United States.

Then came Steve’s turn. He took his oath with an unwavering focus, his voice rich with conviction:

“I, Steven Grant Rogers, do solemnly swear to faithfully execute the Office of President of the United States and will, to the best of my ability, preserve, protect, and defend the Constitution of the United States.”

As Steve finished his oath, the crowd erupted into applause. He stepped forward, eyes fierce with resolve, and gave his inaugural speech. "Today, we embark on a new journey,” he began, his words confident and calculated. “I promise to carve out every rotten part to make this country stronger and more flourishing than ever.” The crowd cheered wildly, the energy of the historic day surging through the masses.

Standing close to Bucky, you leaned toward him and whispered, “I hate him.”

He gave a small, amused smirk, clearing his throat as he pulled you closer, his arm draping protectively over your shoulder. “Stay calm, dear,” he whispered back. “We don’t want your bitter expression captured for posterity.” He pressed his hand gently against your back as you both moved through the crowd.

Across the room, Peggy watched the two of you, noting the way Bucky’s hand never left yours, even when he greeted others. The warmth and easy familiarity between you were evident to all. Peggy, however, stood isolated beside Steve, even as every camera focused on them as the new First Couple. She was now the First Lady, yet she felt utterly invisible.

Because in Steve's eyes, he only looked for Hazel. She remembered the disappointment on his face when he learned that the woman and the little boy were not joining him for the inauguration.

Then Caroline Barnes and her husband Julius approached her, their expressions triumphant. Caroline, with a rare, large smile, was the first to speak. “Congratulations, Peggy,” she said, her tone sweet yet cold.

She’d been Peggy’s confidante for years—long before the politics, the campaigns, and all the layers of public life that followed. They shared memories that went back to the days when they were just two young women navigating life and love, laughing over coffee and late-night conversations.

You couldn’t help but notice Caroline’s rare smile as she looked at you next, her eyes flashing with satisfaction. The silent message was clear: you had fulfilled your promise, standing beside her son as the Vice President’s wife.

Bucky, noticing her cold glare toward you, leaned in and murmured, “Seems like you’ve won her over.”

Just then, Natasha, a familiar figure in her sleek Secret Service uniform, approached you both. Her tone was clipped and professional. “The President would like to see you,” she said, giving you a pointed look.

You felt Bucky tense slightly beside you. As you moved to follow Natasha, Bucky instinctively stepped forward too.

“Alone,” Natasha added, her gaze shifting to Bucky.

You exchanged a confused look with him, both of you uncertain as to why you were being called without him. He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze before letting go. With one last glance, you followed Natasha toward the Oval Office.

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The Oval Office was imposing, vast and elegant. Sunlight filtered through the tall windows, casting a warm glow over the room, yet the weight of history and power was palpable in every corner. The walls were lined with portraits of past leaders, and every polished surface seemed to reflect Steve’s ascendant status. He stood before the massive, iconic desk, hands clasped behind his back, exuding an air of unyielding authority. In this space, he looked like a man who could command nations—a conqueror with the world at his feet.

As you entered, Steve turned, offering you a polished smile that held no warmth. “I imagine you’re wondering why I wanted you here alone,” he said, voice smooth yet laced with an edge that left no room for misinterpretation.

Your thoughts were racing. Being in this room with him—Steve Rogers, the man who had climbed to the highest seat of power while leaving a wake of destruction in his path—felt surreal. You could feel the walls closing in, every inch of the Oval Office amplifying the cold reality of his ambition.

Steve raised a single finger, his tone shifting to one of playful scorn. "Not once did you congratulate me." He let the silence hang, watching you. "I know why. You blame me for your friend’s death.”

Your fists clenched, nails digging into your palms as his accusation hit you. “So you admit it?” you shot back, unable to mask the tremor of anger in your voice.

He scoffed, a smirk lifting the corner of his mouth. “Admit it? That man almost sabotaged the campaign. He betrayed you, and when he paid the price, I’m the one you despise? Most people would thank me.”

The words stung, each syllable a twist of the knife. He continued, almost mockingly, his voice lowering as he leaned slightly forward. “Are you sure you’re up for this fight?” His gaze sharpened, piercing. “Find a better reason to hate me.”

Every word he spoke grated against you, each line deliberately crafted to sting. But you swallowed, forcing yourself to keep your expression steady, refusing to let him see the turmoil swirling inside.

He shook his head, dismissing your anger with a faint chuckle, then leaned back against the desk. “What’s your plan, then? After you bring me down—let’s say you even succeed—what’s next? Do you want Nate to grow up with a criminal for a father?”

Your mind raced, the walls of the Oval Office seeming to close in even further as his words lingered in the air. Steve's gaze was fixed on you, measuring, calculating your silence. And then, as if sensing your hesitation, he gave a triumphant smile, his voice like velvet but colder. “I’m glad we could come to an understanding.”

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Four Months Later

You sat on the edge of the couch, staring at the TV as Steve’s face filled the screen. Every channel was the same, broadcasting praise for him, with pundits and newscasters barely containing their admiration. It was unsettling. The media, usually fierce in their critiques, seemed almost reverent. You clenched your jaw, your annoyance simmering under the polished surface of his televised speeches and the careful flattery of his supporters.

From behind you, Bucky spoke up, his tone casual yet knowing. “That’s why people like him,” he said, coming closer. “He never once said he’d make this country fair or just. But he’s proving himself, little by little.”

You looked up, catching his serious expression. He continued, “Steve knew that every leader who vows fairness and justice ends up being despised as soon as they’re in power. They turn into exactly what they swore they’d destroy.”

You couldn’t keep the sarcasm out of your voice. “So… can we abdicate him?”

Bucky laughed softly. “Abdicate Steve?” He smirked, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Honey, that’s a little extreme, even for you.”

“Steve’s ascension was legitimate. He fits the role, and from what the surveys say, voter turnout was historic.” He paused, meeting your gaze with a measured seriousness. “Overthrowing him would shatter public trust—not just in him, but in the entire government.”

“Would it, though?” you asked, challenging him with a raised eyebrow.

Bucky sighed, crossing over to sit beside you. He rested his hand over yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Don’t focus on Steve alone—consider what my position means now too. I’m still seen as ‘the new kid,’ the one who made it here because of him. Plenty of people are watching, eager to see me stumble.”

You looked into his eyes, seeing the determination there, but also the caution. Bucky knew the stakes, perhaps even more than you. You could feel the weight he carried, the delicate balancing act of supporting Steve while laying the groundwork for his own ambitions.

He took a deep breath, leaning closer, his voice low and resolute. “People may believe in me, but if we move too fast, we’ll lose them. And I won’t let that happen. I know you believe I could make a good president—and I plan to get there. But…” He paused, looking into your eyes, “we have to be patient.”

You remembered the priest’s words: ‘Believe in God’s timing.’ Patience, the one thing you struggled with most in a situation like this. But you trusted Bucky. You could feel his strength, his restraint, his understanding of the game they were all playing.

Bucky’s gaze softened, but his words were firm. “To succeed, I have to publicly support Steve, at least for now. In politics, loyalty and trust are everything. We need them on our side.”

As you processed his words, a chilling realization sank in. Steve’s mocking question echoed in your mind: “Are you sure you’re a match for me?” He was right—his plans were meticulous, every move calculated for safety. And Bucky was right too. This was a game of patience, timing, and subtlety.

But the question remained: Who would be powerful enough to finally bring Steve down?

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At the White House, Peggy approached the front entrance, only to be stopped by two Secret Service agents, their expressions impassive.

“I'm here to see my husband,” she said, her voice firm, though a tremor betrayed her unease.

One of the agents cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, ma’am. You don’t have clearance to enter.”

She blinked, the words sinking in like a slap. “Excuse me? This is my husband's residence. I have every right to be here.”

The agent’s face remained unreadable. “I understand, but orders are orders. Mr. Rogers specified… no access.”

Humiliated, Peggy took a step back, heat rising to her cheeks as a cold realization struck her: Steve was truly keeping his word. She was being kept out of his life, and now, out of his home. She turned, bitterness flooding her chest, and started down the steps, fighting to keep her composure.

As she walked toward her car, laughter drifted from the garden. Curiosity sparked, and she moved toward a nearby window, peeking inside. There, in the garden, was Steve, laughing as he played with Nate, while Hazel sat on a bench, watching them, her smile soft and warm.

The scene twisted like a knife in Peggy’s heart. They look like a family.

She clenched her fists, forcing down a surge of fury and grief. In a voice barely more than a whisper, she asked the guard at her side, “How often do they come here?”

“Every weekend, ma’am,” the guard replied softly.

Her voice cracked as she stammered, “D-Do they… stay the night?”

The guard’s silence was enough, but he finally nodded, “Yes.”

The words struck her like a blow to the gut. She stays here? She sleeps in the White House? Peggy had never once been allowed to spend the night here, but Hazel—Hazel could? The injustice stung in a way that words couldn’t capture.

On her drive back, the scenes replayed over and over, thoughts like poison seeping into her mind. She remembered a press conference where Steve had passionately pledged to support local manufacturing, calling out Hazel as a shining example.

“Like one designer, Hazel Barnes,” he had said, the admiration in his voice unmistakable. “She’s the kind of woman who understands her privilege and uses it to lift others up. Her business is 100% local, supporting homegrown talent. If we had more people like her, this country would thrive.”

The memory burned, the admiration in his tone a raw wound. Not once had he praised her. Not when he was in the military, not when he became governor, not when he ran for Senate, and certainly not now, when he was president. Hazel was now his example, his ideal, the woman he chose to highlight.

By the time she finally reached home, it was close to midnight. She entered the house in a daze, weary from her own broken heart. Yet despite the pain, she clung to her duties, driven to exhaustion by a schedule that seemed never-ending. As she set her bag down, her assistant approached her, offering a warm, sympathetic smile.

“The twins had a good day today,” her assistant said softly. “They finished their study sessions and met with the psychiatrist. They’re making great progress."

Peggy’s tired eyes softened at the news. “Thank you. That’s… that’s wonderful.” She gave a slight nod, the smallest glimmer of peace settling in her chest.

Quietly, she made her way to the twins’ room and opened the door to find them still awake, caught in the glow of a handheld game console.

“Hi, Mom,” one of them greeted her, quickly hiding the console behind his back. Both boys looked at her with guilty smiles, expecting a reprimand.

But instead of scolding them, she stepped forward, placing a soft kiss on each of their foreheads before wrapping her arms around them in a rare, tender hug.

“Mom?” they asked, voices laced with concern as they took in her weary expression.

She managed a small, tired smile. “I’m just… tired. That’s all.”

One of the boys squeezed her hand. “Take a hot bath, Mom. We’ll make you some milk with honey.”

The gesture nearly brought tears to her eyes. “Thank you, boys,” she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur. “Thank you so much.”

They left, shooting her worried looks over their shoulders as they went downstairs to prepare her drink. Peggy moved into her room, slipping off her heels and sitting at her vanity, removing her makeup with slow, methodical movements, as though going through the motions might somehow soothe her mind.

A knock came at her door, and she turned to see the twins standing there with a warm mug in hand, faces bright with concern. She mustered a smile, taking the milk from them. “Thank you,” she said, taking a sip. “It’s delicious.”

The twins lingered, watching her carefully, but after a moment, they seemed reassured. She looked the same as always—tired, maybe a little worn—but still their mother. With quiet “goodnights,” they slipped away to their room, leaving her alone in the silence of her own thoughts.

Peggy finished the drink, placing the empty mug down with trembling hands. She reached into her desk drawer, fingers brushing over an object she hadn’t touched in months. She pulled it out slowly, staring down at it for a long, heavy moment before standing and making her way to the bathroom.

She undressed and stepped into the hot bath, letting the warmth soak her weary body. But as the heat wrapped around her, it couldn’t reach the coldness embedded in her heart. She leaned her head back, staring up at the ceiling, her mind swirling with everything she had once hoped for Steve, all the faith she'd placed in him.

He was supposed to be different. She’d thought that becoming president would have brought out wisdom and fairness in him, but instead, he clung to his principles, more ruthless than ever. Memories of the admiration in his voice when he praised Hazel flooded her thoughts, a contrast so sharp it was almost cruel. Steve had never looked at her that way, never spoken her name with that warmth, that pride.

For a moment, her mind drifted to Bucky and you, the loyalty he had shown you, unwavering, year after year. In the past five years, through everything, he had remained faithful, and you had accepted him fully, supporting him in ways Peggy could hardly fathom. She had never known that kind of love with Steve.

She looked down at her wrist, fingers tightening around the object from her desk. Her phone lay beside her, and she typed a short message before putting it aside. She traced the edge of the object against her wrist, whispering, “I’ll set you free.” Her voice was barely audible, fragile against the silence.

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At 2 a.m., Steve was pulled from sleep by the sound of his bedroom door opening. He sat up, irritation flashing in his eyes, ready to reprimand whoever had dared disturb him. But then he saw Natasha standing there, her face pale, eyes wide with urgency.

“Mr. President… I’m sorry,” she stammered, her voice tight, “but this is very urgent.”

A chill crept through him as her words seemed to hang in the air. He got out of bed and followed her, feeling as though he was moving through a thick fog.

Moments later, Steve found himself staring down at Peggy in the bathtub, her body pale and lifeless, the water around her a deep, dark red. His knees buckled, and he collapsed beside her, reaching for her, his arms wrapping around her as if he could somehow bring her back.

“Peggy…” he whispered, his voice breaking. He tightened his hold on her, feeling the unbearable weight of the silence that filled the room.

The twins, William and Charles, stood just outside, tears streaming down their faces, unable to fully grasp the scene before them. They looked at their mother, broken and cold, the life drained from her, and their father, on his knees, clutching her like a lifeline.

Natasha cleared her throat, eyes averted as she whispered, “Mr. President… we should make an announcement.”

Steve’s head snapped up, his eyes sharp and commanding. “Stop.” The firmness in his voice was absolute, leaving no room for argument.

The room fell into stunned silence.

“Tell the public that the First Lady has collapsed from exhaustion,” Steve said coldly. “She was tireless, supporting me without a moment’s rest. Now… she’s taking time to recover.”

The twins’ eyes widened, shock and betrayal mingling with their grief.

���Dad?!” William’s voice cracked, staring at his father in disbelief.

“It would be disastrous for this country to know that the First Lady took her own life,” Steve continued, his tone as unyielding as steel. “It would tarnish her memory. She’d be seen as unstable, weak. This is for her legacy, for the image she worked so hard to uphold.”

The twins shook their heads, voices choked with pain. “No. Mother isn’t like that. She’s not some unstable woman.”

Steve knelt beside them, putting a hand on each of their shoulders, his voice soft but unyielding. “Boys, trust me. This is for the best. We want people to remember your mother’s dedication, her strength. Not… this.”

He pulled them into an embrace, eyes glistening as he held them close, as if his grip alone could silence their pain. Over their shoulders, his gaze drifted back to Peggy’s lifeless form, his expression unreadable. For a split second, a small, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips as he thought, Her sacrifice won’t be forgotten.

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Xavier Thorpe - Believe Me

Warnings: Threatening Thing (JUSTICE FOR THING), mention of reader being hurt (no gore, no b!ood), overall just love and tension (ENJOY!)

Words: 1.4 k

SHE/HER PRONOUNS

Context/Trope: Reader sneaks into Xavier’s room to find out about Rowan, he catches her. Basically, reader is an Addams (not like Wednesday) and with modified storyline with cheesiness.  

I saw Xavier coming back from his run, hair wet, skin dewy, earbuds in his ears, his sweaty shirt clinging to his chest.

Dear, what a sight for my sore eyes.

He walked back into his room, slamming the door behind him; Thing slipped into his room before the door was closed. I heard another door slam; probably his bathroom door, which means; perfect timing for me to go find out all of his secrets.

I opened the door silently, shutting it quietly behind me.

His room looked like a normal boy’s room. Poster/paintings/drawings on his wall. An artist has to show their talent somehow. Thing looked for anything that could lead me to find out if there was anything about his dear ex-roommate, Rowan.

The one who tried to kill me two times.

[Flashback]

I got out of the infirmary, after that humiliating fencing experience, only to find out that it was raining.

Wonderful. I mean truly, this is quite uplifting.

I opened my umbrella, walked toward my room when I heard a vibration coming over me. I looked up only to find the statue of a gargoyle being tipped to fall on top of me.

This a peaceful death, I thought.

“Y/N!” I heard the familiar sound of a boy taking me by my waist and pushing me to the ground.

Everything was black after that.

[Xavier’s POV]

“Y/N!” I saw Rowan using his telekinesis to try and kill her. I took her by her waist just in time before the gargoyle hit the ground.

I had placed one of my hand under her head, hoping she didn’t break anything. I was almost on top of her, my heart beating out of my chest, tears prickling my eyes.

Please don’t let her be dead, I thought.

“Y/N?” Can you hear me?” I took her face in my hand, placing her gently in my lap.

No reaction.

I gently pressed my ear to her chest, hoping to hear something.

A heartbeat, another one. Thank God, thank whoever is out there.

I picked her up delicately and led her once again to the infirmary. The nurses told me she was okay, that she would’ve been killed if it wouldn’t have been for me.

“Please be okay, Y/N” I whispered. “I can’t lose you. You’re all I have.” I sighted, reassuring myself that she was okay. She will be okay.

She woke up minutes after my words.

“Y/N. Take it easy.” She sat up slowly from the bed, looking straight at me.

“That thing was about to fall on me, correct?” I nodded; she touched her head slightly with her hand.

God she is so beautiful. Her long Y/H/C hair that covered her face slightly, her pale yet sometimes rosy complexion. Her dark clothing, yet fits her so right. God, I am totally in love with her.

“Thank you, Xavier. For not letting me die.” She smiled at me.

No way. I’d never thought I’d see the day when Y/N Addams would smile at me.

“Anytime.” I offered a warm smile back, and we kept talking for a little while, still with my heart beating out of my chest, but in a good way this time.

[Present time, Y/N’s POV]

I looked around the place, finding an empty bed.

Rowan’s, I thought.

I looked under the mattress, not finding anything. His desk, empty. Everything was gone. Not even a single hair was on the mattress or the pillow that was left behind.

I switched my sight over to Xavier’s side.

Maybe there’s something that Rowan hid in there, I thought.

I looked on his desk where colored pencils and pens were spread out on the table.

His sketch book was the also, his initials carved on the leather cover.

X.T.

Such pretty details. I opened it, finding drawings of raven, spiders, sharply detailed drawings.

A cello appeared too. My face was the next page. All my features were correct, as if he drew this with me two inches from his face.

Another drawing of me, sleeping in the infirmary had me shocked.

Was he obsessed with me? Is he like Rowan? My thoughts were rattling through my head.

I was so in my space that when I turned around, I was face to face to the boy in question.

“Hi, what are you doing here?” He was very close to me; hair dripping wet, a hoodie on top of him and pyjama pants hanging on his hips.

I tried to get a logic and sane explanation out, but the stupidest thing came out instead.

“I came here because I thought Rowan might’ve hidden something that could’ve led to him to try to kill me.” I nervously fidgeted with my fingers behind my back, which is something I never, ever do.

“I don’t think there’s anything in my sketch book that might help you, Y/N.” I could practically smell what soap he used to clean his body, wash his hair.

“Right. I should go.” I tried to go but he trapped me by his desk with both of his arms on the desk.

“Tell me the truth, Y/N.” He tilted his head so that he was leveling with mine.

“I did tell you the truth.” I could feel my heart beating out of my chest.

“No, I think you’re here because you have something to tell me. Something that isn’t about Rowan, or the Nightshade or of what Thing found out.” Thing crawled out to be in Xavier’s sight.

He bent down to my ear, whispering slowly in it.

“Are you here to tell me that you like me?” He pulled back, still trapping me by his arms.

I could fell my cheeks heat up, my legs felt shaky and everything about me wanted to scream yes to him. To make him kiss me, touch me with his hands, to embrace me into his scent and make me his.

“That is in your dreams, Xavier. Or shall I say in your drawings too.” His face broke out into a smirk.

“What if I said that I liked you too, Y/N.” My eyes widened up, every part of me that was filled with anxiety left my body.

“I wouldn’t believe you.” I lied.

He bent down to tilt my head up to look up at him. He came closer to me, his lashes practically brushing my cheek.

“You don’t believe me? I’ll guess I’ll just have to prove it to you.”

His lips met mine, a fire exploded in my heart, my brain, my everything. His lips were soft yet so passionate and kind. His damp hair tickled my cheek as I wrapped one of my hands by his neck, the other one in his hair. His other hand traveled down the valley of my back, caressing my upper back down to my waist. He pulled me closer to him, feeling the softness of his shirt yet the hardness of his body underneath.

We both pulled away to breathe and look at each other.

“Do you believe me now, princess?” I nodded repeatedly.

He smiled and leaned his forehead against mine, I lifted my head up to kiss him again and he gladly accepted. I pulled back and looked at him.

“I’m sorry I barged in your room. I should’ve just asked you.” He rubbed his hands down my back.

“Do it again. I don’t mind.” I laughed a little, he did too.

I checked the time only to notice that I had to go meet Enid in our room.

“I have to go. Enid emergency.” I still looked in his eyes. Beautiful green eyes.

“Manis for her and Thing, got it.” He kissed me once again on the lips before we both pulled away from each other.

“So, you like me right, like this isn’t to get information out of me?” He asked, half joking.

“Yes, I like you, Xavier. Though I could still get information out of you anytime I want.” I winked, leaving his room as he was smiling and I walked back to my room.

Thing followed me from behind, all excited about his manicure.

“If you tell anyone what happened, I will rip out your nails.” I snarked, he shook slightly in fear before swearing he wouldn’t say anything.

I guess I did not fall in love with a psychopath.

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What are some of your Will headcanons?

Any angsty ones?

hair style:

will's hair has a Mind Of Its Own. it is impossible. brushing it? keep dreaming. styling it? dude just give up

he can, however, wrangle it into two french braid pigtails. those are fun.

in the august after the giant war, the aphrodite cabin take it upon themselves to 'style' nico, including giving him these little elastics with a skull charm (like this but with skulls), but he doesn't like tying his hair back very much (too tight) so he gives them to will as a joke.

will LOVES them.

he literally wears them almost every day. the next time they go out on a supply run, nico sees these little elastic charms and buys them for will. he can't summon the courage to give them to him face to face but he leaves them on his bed. will adores them, too, and it starts something of a tradition of people giving will charm elastics as a small thank-you.

he has a collection of them and wears them whenever he wears his hair in braids.

his favourites are the skull charms, though.

artistic ability:

will really doesn't have many musical talents. he's hard of hearing and while hephaestus-made hearing aids definitely work better than mortal ones, it's not really something that can be cured, so he has a lot of trouble staying on key/making music himself.

however! apollo is the god of poetry and art in general -- that is more than just visual!!

will is a really good writer, poetry especially. he's very articulate and verbose and writes with startling clarity. he's written a lot of songs and a lot of poems, although he hasn't shown anybody in years.

he used to share them with his older brothers and sisters and sibling, but...well. obviously that's no longer an option.

he's never stopped writing, though. he may keep it to himself, but it's kind of an open secret. he's scribbling in his notebooks all the time -- it's impossible not to notice.

his friends and siblings, however, are the only ones who know that he writes creatively. they've peeked over his shoulder here and there (and also kayla is a huge huge snoop, like, badly, and austin is easily convinced to be complacent in her crimes), and sometimes he says things that are just kind of poetic.

no one else knows, though. he's deliberately obnoxious about it -- every once in a while, at campfire open mics, he'll clear his throat loudly and grin as people groan and recite something so bad apollo might have written it. most people think will's quite bad at writing, actually.

another thing he's really good at is drama, which is a surprise to absolutely no one. although beyond his regular histrionics, chiron had shakespeare as part of his curriculum, and will could play puck like nobody's business. he recited a mercutio so good once lee actually cried with laughter (so did everyone else). on a hauntingly beautiful february in 2004, he played ophelia by the creek so beautifully that it was silent for a good four minutes after he finished.

there are very, very few people at camp who remember that. will hasn't recited anything in a while.

an unexpected bonus of his medical knowledge, actually, is a really good understanding of depth, space, and anatomy.

he's a surprisingly good artist.

it started pretty normal -- he was having trouble articulating a question to michael one time, and in a fit of frustration drew a diagram to try and explain himself. it was really good, even as rushed as it was, so michael used to give him 'homework' that was hand-drawing posters of various body systems to hang in the infirmary.

it was kind of spooky how will could do it without looking it up. just close his eyes and start sketching an accurate nervous system. cool though.

his older sister, cass, encouraged him to branch out of anatomy diagrams and create whatever he liked. she made the unfortunate mistake of giving him several cans of paint and free reigns on blank infirmary walls (they're freaky and boring) to a nerdy eight-year-old -- that's why r2d2 and c3po are chilling on the wall by the mortal medicine cabinet.

he doesn't paint a lot now, 'cause he doesn't have the damn time, but when rachel finds out who painted the infirmary walls she hounds him until he takes a morning to paint with her. they have a lot of fun. they end up with more paint on each other and their clothes than their canvases, predictably.

siblings:

when will was a kid, he had twelve older siblings.

apollo tends to have kids in brackets. he is, as everyone knows, a hoe, so he'll be busy on olympus or with artemis and go a while without having any kids, and then he'll be on earth for like three years and have a litter. so a lot of his kids end up the same age.

before the war, in the same cabin, there was: cass, the oldest, 18, somewhat year-long; diana, 18, year-long; lee, 16, somewhat year-long; michael, 16, somewhat year-long; gabriel, 15, summer-only; leanna, 15, summer-only; mercury, 15, summer-only; kate & phoebe, 14, summer-only; laurel, 13, summer-only; amir, 13, summer-only; melody, 12, summer-only; and will, 8, year-long (for now).

their abilites were pretty vast and well-rounded, and they came from all over the continent.

there was a time when the infirmary wasn't understaffed at all.

will doesn't like to think about it.

style:

on their birthdays, apollo leaves them all a gift on their bunks (or their beds at home, if their birthdays aren't in the summer).

each of them gets a piece of blessed gold jewelry when they're ten. will got a pair of threader earrings with thin blue sapphires that he loves. he can't wear them often because they're a genuine hazard in the infirmary (yes, more than flip-flops) and he doesn't want them ruined. but he wears them on the rare days he has off.

he actually has quite a lot of jewelry! because he is a sappy nerd, he has two watches: a hephaestus-made one, totally waterproof, weatherproof, and monsterproof, because it helps quell the anxiety when so many people are counting on him (he has to know when people will be better and how long he can be away from his patients, also used to tell people to fuck off when he's on break lol); and his mother's much nicer watch that she gave to him when she dropped him off at camp for the first time -- it's not changed for the time zone. he knows what time it is for her, and it makes him feel better about being so far away from her.

he wears both watches on the same wrist, ala chad danforth.

he has a third watch. it was lee's. it's got r2d2 on the face. will got it for him with his own money when he was nine years old, for his birthday. it lives in a box under his bunk. it's cracked and broken and never tells the right time except on 1:52 p.m. on june 30th, although the year gets farther and farther off every time will checks it.

contrary to popular belief, will does not actually wear the same pair of cargo shorts every day.

...because he has seven pairs of the same shorts.

he does have other shorts through. namely swim trunks and a pair of tighter shorts he wears specifically to kick ass in volleyball. he didn't try for this or anything, he got the shorts at the thrift store, but he's pretty sure they might be designer. he gets a lot of compliments from the aphrodite cabin when he wears them.

he also has a collection of nerdy t-shirts (his anakin sand-rant t-shirt is worn to threads), novelty pajama pants, hoodies, and flannel.

he has more than one tattoo. he has several, actually; constellations, lines from freckle to freckle so faint you can barely see them: the seer, the drummer, the archer, the tiny lion, the archangel, the maiden, the lyre, the twins, the boat stern, the hearth, and the singer.

just plain will:

he's slightly red-green colourblind.

when he gets mad, his cheeks puff up and he gets all red in the face before erupting. his older siblings used to call him tinkerbell.

he gets teased for being so dramatic that he was named for the most dramatic apollo kid who ever lived -- shakespeare. but his actual, legal name is just plain will solace. when pregnant, his mom used to mutter 'it's you, me, and sheer fucking force of will, baby' to herself a lot, as a kind of mantra, and then will was born and she thought it would be kind of funny to name him will (she was right). lee invented william andrew solace so he'd have something to yell when will got in trouble lol.

he has the climbing wall record. this is because he climbs a lot of trees. he has no explanation and no one is going to stop him.

when he was a kid, and the whole mythology thing was explained to him, he misnderstood michael's explanation of food sacrifice as one to be done to all theoi/mythical beings. he worked his way to praying through the entire pantheon, a horde of minor gods, hestia, chiron, argus, and half the nymphs before someone caught wind and explained to him properly. it is the main reason all the nymphs and dryads are so endeared by him. he used to go around asking their names and very seriously writing it down in his little notebook to pray to them properly.

he carries around notebooks constantly. at first, diana gave them to him because he was driving everyone bonkers with his endless questions and she needed Five Minutes, Will, Gods, Please of silence, but he really took to it and wrote everything in there. he keeps them all as a sort of diary. kayla reads them any time he has his back turned.

it is really, really hard for him to talk about his siblings. but he knows kayla and austin feel kind of left out and hurt about it, since they didn't get the chance to know them like will did (the kids never met them), so sometimes, late at night, he calls them softly over to his bunk and they curl up, one under each arm, and he tells them stories until his voice goes hoarse and they're long asleep.

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Could you maybe do a part 2 to this one? Maybe where steve meets her in real life and can’t control himself he just has to have her!

here is part two of red and blue bikini

summary - steve had never thought he would meet you in person, but thanks to tony butting into things, he finally gets to feel you around him.

warning - smut, dirty talk, spit kink, soft slapping, creampie, swearing, captain kink, slightly dark, aftercare.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

Steve couldn’t believe it. He was finally going to meet you. The woman of his dreams, the one that causes him to wake with morning wood. He couldn’t contain his excitement, no matter how hard he tried. He nearly fainted when he heard you were invited to Tony’s party and accepted the invitation. Steve knew he had to impress you, completely forgetting he was Captain America. 

The night of the party, Steve made sure to put on his nicest shirt. A deep blue colour that hugged his upper body perfectly, showing off his large muscles. He was giddy, ignoring the funny looks his friends gave him every time someone would walk in through the door, and he’d look, only to look away disappointed when it wasn’t the woman he wanted to see. 

But the moment you walked through the door, wearing a tiny long sleeve pink shirt with a matching long skirt. Steve thought he had died. His eyes dragged up and down your body multiple times, unable to take his eyes off your exposed stomach or thigh. He had to sit down quickly, or else everyone would see the massive bulge forming. You had spotted the team and smiled, making your way over with a sway of your hips. Steve’s heart began to beat faster as he heard the click of your heels on the floor, getting closer to where he was seated. 

“Hi, guys!” You smile, standing next to the seated Captain as you greet the rest of the team. “Tony, did you accidentally send me the wrong invitation? I wouldn’t expect I was worthy enough to be in the presence of the avengers.” Damn, even your voice sent shivers up Steve’s spine, causing his cock to twitch. He had to bite his lip to stop the moan from escaping his mouth. Steve wasn’t worthy of being in your presence, hell. He wasn’t worthy enough to be thinking of you or stroking his cock to your poster. But, my god. He couldn’t stop.

Tony shrugs. “I had to invite the woman Capsicle has been crushing on.” Steve’s head snaps over to the billionaire, glaring as Tony smirks and sips his whiskey. “You should see the poster he has of you in his room! Out of everything I thought he’d have, that wasn’t it.” Steve could feel his cheeks becoming red. Feeling your gaze on the side of his face didn’t help. 

You smile, resting your hand gently on his shoulder. “I’d like to see. It’s quite an honour to know Captain America has a poster of me in his room.” Steve’s mouth opens and closes, looking up at you with wide eyes. “Do you think you could give me a tour, Captain?” Steve gulps as he nods, trying to will away the erection currently straining against his slacks. He had to try and think of everything that would make his cock go soft, but no matter what. His mind would return to you and what you’d look like underneath him as he splits you open. 

“U–Um… Maybe you should get yourself a drink before we go….” His smile is strained, he didn’t think this would be his first impression when he met you, and he deeply regrets it. Steve watches you nod and head over to the bar. His gaze on your ass doesn’t exactly help him. His eyes close as he takes a deep breath, trying to get his cock to soften so he can show you his room. At the thought, his eyes shoot open. You were going to be in his room… Steve abruptly stands, ignoring the snickering from his team as he makes his way over to you. 

“Ready for the tour?” You smile up at him, nodding as your lips wrap around the straw. Steve clears his throat and quickly rests his hand on your lower back as he leads you over to the elevator. “I–I’m not a creep or anything… I’m just a big fan of your work….” He squirms, rubbing the back of his neck as he looks down at you. 

“It’s okay, Steve. As I said, it’s an honour.” You giggle at the blush on his cheeks, feeling your heart pounding in your chest from being so close to your crush. You continue to sip your drink, secretly making a show of sucking the straw, when you notice his attention on your lips. The sound of the elevator door opening interrupts Steve’s staring and your sucking. You shiver when his hand lands back onto your lower back as he leads you out of the metal box and toward his room. 

Steve stops you in front of his closed door, quickly peeking his head inside and looking around to ensure his room isn’t a complete mess. Before opening his door fully and smiling at you, “Well, here’s my room….” You walk inside, looking around in awe, surprised by the room's colours. 

“So this is Captain America’s room. It’s nice.” You smile, walking over to the poster that hangs across his bed, grinning at the picture he had chosen. A brow raises when you spot a slight stain. You reach up and slowly trace it, not noticing the blush that appears on Steve’s face as he realises what it is. You look at him with a smirk, “So tell me, Captain. Am I the first girl to get a tour of your room?” His blush deepens, squirming around as he nods. 

“Yeah… I–I don’t really have female company.” You gasp, a smirk still on your lips.

“And why not? I’ve seen the groups that latch onto you, begging for your attention. You’ve never thought to take one home and ruin them?” You stalk closer, running a perfectly manicured nail up his arm. “Throw them around like your own personal ragdoll? Finish inside of them instead of on my poster? Or am I the special one? Lucky enough to gain your attention?” 

Steve’s eyes widen, his mouth opening and closing in shock. His cock begins to harden again, straining against his pants. “U–Uh… I don’t… I don’t know what you're talking about….” His hand clenches and unclenches, trying to hold himself back from taking you, throwing you onto the bed and splitting you open was the only thing replaying in his head.

“It’s okay to let go, Captain. Give into your desires, let go of all that control….” You bat your eyelashes as you look up at him, dragging your finger down his chest. A squeak escapes you as Steve grabs hold of you and pushes you onto his bed, climbing on top of your tiny form and glaring down at you.

“What is it you want? You want me to split you open like a whore, you little minx? Want to be known as Captain America’s slut?” He growls, pinning you underneath him and resting his leg against your core. You whimper, biting your lip as you gaze up at him with lustful eyes, nodding your head as you squirm against him. “You walk in, dressed like a whore, only to be used like one.” You begin to feel slick building between your thighs at this side of Steve, wondering who you’d have to thank for it. “I bet you’re so fucking wet that I don’t even need to prepare you, just split you open with my cock from the beginning.” 

You whimper, nodding your head as you spread your legs open wider. “Please, please! Steve!” Your eyes roll to the back of your head as his hand wraps tightly around your throat.

“It’s Captain to you, whore.” His eyes are dark as his mind becomes clouded, cock threatening to break the material of his pants with how hard he is.

You nod again. “Y–Yes, Captain!” 

Steve smirks, “Not so good with words now, huh? Just needed to throw you around like a ragdoll for you to shut up.” His hands make quick work of sliding your skirt up, exposing your bare cunt, and his eyes widen as his cock twitches. “You naughty fucking slut, coming to a party with nothing underneath.” 

You whine as you try to shrug. “It caused lines….” A whimper escapes as his hand makes contact, slapping your sopping cunt, hitting your swollen pearl. “Captain!” 

“Look at how wet you are.” He lifts his hand and shows you the juices that glisten on his skin. “Who made you this wet, doll? Hmm?” Steve moves closer to your face before slipping his fingers inside your mouth. “Not going to answer me? Too busy sucking on my fingers like a slut?” He opens your mouth with his fingers and leans forward, spitting inside and glaring down at you. “Swallow.” Steve smiles when he sees you obey him, slapping your cheek softly with his wet hand. “Good girl, at least I know you can follow orders.” He swiftly takes his cock out, groaning and staring deep into your eyes as he strokes himself before rubbing his tip into your slit, eyes rolling back as he finally feels you against him. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this, how fucking happy I am to have you beneath me finally.” Steve lines his tip up with your entrance, locking eyes when he begins to push in slowly. 

A strained moan escapes you, eyes rolling back as you feel him stretching and splitting you open all at once, your head flies back, and your back arches, pressing your body into him. “S–So big!” moans continue to leave you as Steve pushes in deeper and deeper until all of him is so deep inside you that it feels like he’s in your stomach. “Oh… Too deep!” 

Steve grunts above you, grabbing your legs and wrapping them around his waist as he thrusts, delivering harsh blows into your tight hole, gripping your hips and throat. Everything becomes too much for Steve. Finally, feeling you around him and having sex made him feel fuzzy. Your moans are like music to his ears, and the feeling of your wet cunt swallowing his monstrous cock feels like heaven. “You feel so good, doll. So tight and warm around my cock, you like your Captain’s cock?” 

Your head moves up and down, no words leaving you. Your mind feels dizzy from his thrusts, nails digging into his skin and legs tightening around his waist to try and bring him closer. You cling to the large man, a man who could squash you without a second thought. You try and move your hips along with his thrusts, crying out when his tip slams into your sweet spot. “Mmph… C–Cap…” Your eyes roll back, your vision becoming white as your mouth opens into a silent scream. Your walls clench and squeeze Steve’s cock, pulsating around him as your juices squirt out and cover him and his bedsheets. 

Steve growls, eyes hazed with lust as he watches you cum. He leans down and presses his lips against yours, bringing you into a rushed, messy kiss as his thrusts begin to get sloppy, his balls tightening and his cock twitching as spurts of large amounts of thick cum shoot out of his angry mushroom tip and deep inside your awaiting womb. He whimpers against your lips, emptying himself into you until it begins to leak from your used hole and onto the bed. There’s silence for a moment as you both try to catch your breath. You whimper when Steve slowly pulls out of you, his gaze locked on your gaping hole as his cum leaks out of you. 

Steve gets up and heads off somewhere while you lie there, eyes fluttering closed, and you wince when you feel something damp swiping across your sensitive folds. You blink and look down, your gaze softening when you notice Steve cleaning you up, sending you a gentle smile. He leaves again, only to come back and begin to strip you and himself before replacing your clothes with one of his shirts and sliding boxers up your legs to cover you before he places a pair on his lower half. You watch him become hesitant in climbing into the bed until you pat the spot next to you. As soon as he lies down, you crawl closer and wrap yourself around him, snuggling close to the large man. 

Steve rests his hand on your lower back and looks down at you with a soft smile, leaning over to place a gentle kiss on your head before resting back down into his pillow. “Thank you.” His hand begins to rub up and down your back, eyes fluttering closed as exhaustion sets in.

You hum, pressing a kiss into his chest before closing your eyes.

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[dual1pa]

prom

warnings: using she/her pronouns, lanugage, all around fluff, heavy makeouts in car

not really proofread

18+ ONLY Y’ALL

enjoy :)

All she thought about was prom. She’s been looking forward to the very special night since she was a freshman at Hawkins High.

She was more than halfway through her senior year and she was ready to graduate and get the hell out of that place. However, the only thing keeping her going: PROM

She already cut out several potential prom dresses in the paper and taped them to her bedroom wall to create a large collage and has it narrowed down to two. They were both equally as perfect, but she just couldn’t decide. 

Of course, she had the perfect boy in mind to be her prom date: Eddie Munson. However, he cringed at every prom poster he walked past in the hallways. 

He wasn’t the type of guy to “dress up.” A simple jean jacket and black pants would suffice his forever wardrobe.

She, of course, fell for him in the 10th grade. He sat next to her in English class. It wasn’t right, of course, but she let him look at her tests to help him pass the class — which he did. The two were complete opposites but clicked instantly. 

One night, she invited him over for a study session since her parents were away on business. One thing lead to another and they ended up making out all night on the couch. 

They’ve been happy ever since. 

Returning back to the now, she tapped her pencil on her neatly written history notes, waiting for that slow clock to finally hit 11:33 so she could see her boyfriend. 

Sure, they weren’t the most popular guys in school, but she really loved hanging out with his group of friends and learning all about Dungeons & Dragons.

She drowned Mr. Smith’s voice discussing the Revolutionary War ages ago. The thought of cramming more information into her brain gave her a migraine.

As soon as the bell rang, she quickly put her notebook and folder into her backpack and went to her locker to switch her books around for the second half of the school day. 

She put her three-number combination into the lock and opened it, admiring the photos she had in her locker — most of her and Eddie, but others of her friends and family. 

It wasn’t long before she felt arms wrap around her waist only to quickly be turned around and lightly pressed up against the locker beside her. 

Her beautiful brown-eyed boy was wearing his famous Hellfire Club t-shirt and his favorite jean jacket and pants. 

“Hi, angel,” he said, giving you a sweet kiss. 

“Hi, how was math?” 

“Fucking boring, as usual,” he sighed, “But I’m with you now and that’s all that matters.” 

She chuckled, “You really need to pass that final, Eds, If you’re not walking down that aisle with me, it’ll be the end for you.” 

“Speaking of... could you come over tonight and help me prepare for this test? I know I would fucking fail without your genius mind.” 

“Of course,” she smiled.

— 

At the end of the day, she grabbed the books that she needed for the weekend and met Eddie at his van where she was greeted with a passionate kiss. 

“Well, isn’t someone happy to see me,” she kissed him once more before throwing her bag in the back. 

“Before we leave, I have a question to ask you.” 

Her eyebrows raised, “Is it bad?” 

“What? No! Of course, not,” he reassured her. 

He gave her a large envelope, which she opened quickly. 

“I was wondering... uh.. would you like to go to prom with me?”

She squealed when she saw the physical tickets for “Hawkins High School Prom 1986.” 

She instantly wrapped her arms around Eddie’s neck and jumped into his arms. 

“Yes, yes. Of course I’ll go to prom with you. Oh my God!!” 

She pressed kisses along his lips, then over his cheeks, and then all around his face. 

“I’m sorry it’s not a big ask like I’ve seen others do but,” 

She interrupted him, “Stop that. I love it and I love you. Thank you for doing this for me.” 

“I want to because I love seeing you so happy.” 

_

Prom night came so fast. 

Thank God Hawkins High canceled classes for the day. 

She was up and awake early in the morning to start getting ready. Eddie begged her to sleep over the night before but she didn’t want him to see her or her dress before the big night.  

Throughout the day, she was so busy: she had a hair and nail appointment as well as getting her makeup done by her best friend, Rachel. 

She saved the best for last, putting on her dress. 

After weeks of deciding between those two dresses - she finally found the perfect one. 

Her mother helped her into the baby blue dress and zipped up the back.

“The love of your life is downstairs,” her sister, Elizabeth, said, “And he looks incredible.” 

She put on her white heels and took her time to walk down the stairs - holding on to the railing for dear life so she didn’t fall. 

Eddie was facing away from her until he heard her movements.  

He took one look at her and fell in love with her all over again.

She felt the same, he looked so handsome wearing a suit. 

He raced to the bottom of the stairs to help her with the final few steps. 

“You look... wow. You look so beautiful,” he leaned in to give her a kiss on the cheek. 

Deep down, she knew that all he wanted to do was pick her up, twirl her around and kiss her all over. However, since they were in the company of her family, he kept it PG. 

After several pictures, Eddie finally got her out of the house and into his van.

While driving back to school, his hand intertwined with hers on her lap. He constantly told her how beautiful she was in her dress.

Sure, they’ve been going out for a while, but he’s never seen her so dressed up before — and vice versa. 

She couldn’t take her eyes off her man and how hot he looked while wearing something other than his normal attire.

As he abruptly parked the car as far away from the school as he could — can’t have those popular kids hitting his car. 

He ran over quickly to help her out of the car. 

As he was about to lead the way, she pulled his hand back to bring him up against her chest. She leaned up to quickly kiss his lips a few times. 

“I’m excited for tonight, and you really do look so handsome,” she kissed him once more before joining the other students making their way into the gym.

“I kinda only really wanna for a few songs tonight, then get outta here,” she said. 

“My God, you are the woman of my dreams,” he kissed her cheek and twirled her. 

Since none of Eddie’s friends “believed” in Prom, she saw her friends waving to her to go sit with him. 

“Wow, Eddie, nice to see you not in your typical uniform,” her friend, Rachel said — sort of joking. 

He turned around to give the table a full 360, “You all like?”

Hoots and hollers came from the table as she held her boyfriend close. 

“We’re gonna go dance.” 

“Behave, you two,” her other friend, Veronica stated. 

“Don’t we always?” she asked. 

“Never!” Veronica joked.

— 

What felt like forever, the band finally played a slow song. She was still out of breath from dancing. 

Eddie pulled her in by her waist and swayed back and forth. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder. 

Deep down, Eddie didn’t find prom as bad as he thought it was going to be. He had the girl of his dreams in his grasp and never wanted the moment to end.

Every now and then, she felt him place gentle kisses on her temple as he held her close — like he was afraid someone was going to take her away from him. 

This was the moment she was looking forward to since her freshman year – before she even knew Eddie. She wanted to slow dance with her first love while feeling safe in his arms. 

She lifted her head to look into his eyes.

“What do you say we get out of here?” she asked. 

“Honey, I’d never thought you’d ask,” he grabbed your hand and swerved through the crowd of people. 

The cool Indiana air hit them as they walked back to Eddie’s van hand in hand.

Luckily, prom wasn’t close to being over so they had a chance to leave before everyone else. 

He opened the door for her and quickly ran over to his side. 

“What do you wanna do now?” he asked. 

As he was speaking, she pulled her dress up so she could leap over into the drivers seat. 

“Woah, what,” he said, hands instantly grabbed her waist to balance her. 

His hand reached down to pull the seat all the way back and down for more space. 

She spent the next few moments attacking his mouth with kisses. 

“What’s all this about?” he asked. 

“You did something very nice for me tonight. You knew how much prom meant to me so you sucked it up and went along with it. Thank you, Eds.” 

“I love seeing my girl happy,” he smiled, reaching to pull her dress up so he could feel her ass. 

“My uncle isn’t home tonight, wanna get outta here?” 

“I don’t have a change of clothes,” she pouted. 

“Oh babe, you won’t need any clothes,” he smirked.

[thebeast-dennis-etcetera]

Man, Myth, Legend

You waited and waited and waited some more until Jethro’s voicemail began playing.

“He thinks he’s so clever,” you grumbled to yourself as you sent him a text. Not like he would respond back but at least your two cents was thrown in there.

It was bad enough he made you stay behind with Tony instead of joining him, Ziva and McGee to his HOMETOWN. But now he wants to ignore your calls too? Granted, the calls would have only been you pestering him with all kinds of questions but nevertheless, he should still pick up the phone. What if you were in danger?!

“C’mon Probie. Let’s see if Abby has anything for us,” DiNozzo stated while walking by.

You locked your phone and huffed in annoyance before joining him in the elevator.

“You can stop calling me that Tony. I’ve been working with you guys for like a year now.”

“I know. But I just love how much it bugs you.”

You rolled your eyes at his teasing and followed after him once the doors opened.

Abby gave you two the rundown on the blood analysis before McGee’s face popped up on her screen.

“Gibbs has a father!”

You ran over with Tony while they gave all of you the much needed info on the Gibbses. Jethro had told you he grew up in Stillwater and wasn’t exactly the towns poster child but he never really spoke more than that, let alone about his father.

“I’m coming. I’m leaving,” Tony stuttered.

“Well you’re not going without me,” you added.

“Not unless you’ve found a way that people in town might have thought Ethan LaCombe was alive,” McGee answered right back.”

————

You and Tony sat in the Bullpen, throwing different questions each others way as you wanted for your next orders.

“So do you think he like got ran out of town and that’s why he hasn’t been back?” Tony asked, tapping a pen against his mouth in thought.

“I don’t know but I wouldn’t put it past him if it were true. Do you think his high school girlfriends still live there?”

Tony gave you a puzzled look which you quickly defended.

“I mean I’m just curious since most small town people don’t really move out past their county.”

“I doubt he’s dinner dating with any of his past flings probie. Plus, how is it you don’t know anything about Gibb’s past but you two are together?”

“You know he doesn’t talk much. Especially about his past. It was like pulling teeth when I asked him where he was born!”

As if his ears were burning, your phone began ringing as Jethro’s face popped up on your screen. Making a face for Tony to be quiet, you answered.

“Oh, look at that, you know how to call people all of a sudden.”

“I was busy. Talking with people,” he justified.

“People like your dad? Or the townspeople? McGee said you’re already ruffling feathers.”

“Well McGee needs to stop gossiping. I talked with Chad Winslow and his family. They’re hiding something. I want you and DiNozzo to get a search warrant together for blood samples and financial records.”

“Uh. A please would be nice.”

“Please. Honey,” he charmed, making you smile like a school girl. You’d do anything for him if he added those words afterwards.

“Much better. I’m assuming you won’t be home tonight?”

“No. We’ve got a lot of work to do here and I don’t see anyone being cooperative any time soon.”

You silently pouted but Jethro knew you like the back of his hand.

“Don’t pout. You, Abby and DiNozzo can come tomorrow afternoon. We’ll need help executing those warrants once they’re approved and Abby will need to examine the blood quickly.”

You beamed with excitement, catching Tony’s attention. You both said your goodbyes and Tony came over to give you a high five.

“I’m driving though. You suck at obeying the speed limit,” he established.

“That doesn’t count! Baskin Robbin’s was closing in 10 minutes and you encouraged me!”

————

We pulled up to the scene of the crime as smoke was still slowly coming from the wreckage. Thank God no one was in the car when it exploded. Jethro hasn’t even been in town more than 2 days and people are already trying to blow him up!

You gave McGee and Ziva a greeting before following Tony in the little store. It was stuffy and warm but the place was cute with all the natural lighting and small town vibes.

You and Tony saw an older man standing behind the register whom you could only assume was Jethro’s dad based on the eyes.

Just as Tony went to introduce himself, Jethro came from the back and interrupted. As they both talked, you made your way over to the counter.

“Hi, I’m Y/N.”

“Jackson Gibbs. Leroy told me about you but he left out just how stunning you were,” he flirted as you two shook hands.

“I see where Jethro gets his charm from.” you two chuckled together before Jethro came over looking displeased.

We took the rental to Jackson’s house as he led us to the garage where the most beautiful Dodge Charger sat.

“That’s right. I said we.”

You hopped in the backseat as Jethro peeled out onto the street like a bat out of hell, passing the shocked faces of the team and sporting the biggest grin on his face.

At the Winslow house, Jethro advised you to stay behind with Senior.

“Fine by me. Someone’s got to tell me what the great Leroy Jethro Gibbs was like as a kid,” you jested as he rolled his eyes and shook his head.

You sat on the porch steps with Jackson as he started the conversation first.

“I’m glad Leroy found someone again. You know after Shannon and Kelly, I thought he’d never find love again. But you seem to make him happy.”

“I try. And he makes me happy. It hasn’t been years but I think we’re good for each other.”

“I just don’t understand how you two even came about. Someone like you, so beautiful and elegant should be dating someone similar. Like that DiNozzo guy.”

You laughed at the thought of you and Tony together.

“Jethro is much more sensitive and approachable than people think. And Tony? No, he’s far too..rockstar for me. Jethro just has that personality that grounds you and uplifts you at the same time. I’ve never felt it with anyone before.”

“Spoken like someone truly in love,” he stated with a smile.

You blushed at the thought and you two continued talking until it was time to leave.

Back at the store, McGee and Abby went over their findings as you stood next to Jethro, your hand brushing against his. You saw a small smirk appear on his face as he listened.

It wasn’t long before you guys had enough evidence to arrest Nick Kingston and his 2 accomplices and telling the awkward news of Ethan being Emily’s brother. You all stayed the night at Jackson’s place as he told you all stories of his great adventures before leaving the next morning.

“You’ve got a good one here Leroy. Don’t let her go,” Jackson praised to his son as he looked at you.

“Oh I don’t plan on it.”

You gave Jackson a farewell hug as he gave the Charger keys to Jethro and stuck your tongue out at Tony when you were the chosen passenger.

In the car, you pulled him in for a kiss and smiled. “I like your dad. We should come see him again soon.”

Jethro just shook his head and smiled before driving off.

[ban-al3x]

For the person that requested this:

Sam Zablowski x Cheerleader!reader

Hope this is good!!

Oblivious

"Okay, class, today we will pair up for the upcoming project!" The teacher started as she walked in. Everyone groaned. We just came back from spring break and we're starting projects already? Sam Zablowski's leg started bouncing. He didn't really know anyone in this class. Except for her.

Y/N L/N, one of the prettiest cheerleaders in the school. He's went to every basketball game just to see her there. He knows it might be a bit weird but he couldnt help it. She was just that beautiful.

"Okay, Linda, go with Jimmy, Tina with Brenda, Jenna you're with Chole..." The lovestruck boy zoned out and couldnt bring himself to NOT look at her. "Then theres Sam and Y/N. Alright go take your seats next to your partner and start planning out your presentation."

Did he hear that right? Him and Y/N? She turned back to look at him then gathered all her stuff and made her was over. 'Shit shes coming. Did she see me staring? No no no shit shit.' Sam thought in worry

"Hey! How are you?" she asked, taking the seat next to Sam and pulling out her notebook. "Uhm I'm good..You?" "I'm doing fine!" She smiled. "Okay so we only have a bit of time left for the period, so I was wondering if you wanted to work on this after-school? We can go to my place?" The oblivious girl offered.

"Sure." "Cool! So what do you think we should do for the project?" As the two teens discussed the topic, the bell rang. "I'll see you after school Sam! Meet me at the bike racks. Bye!" Y/N smiled as she headed to her next class. God he couldnt get enough of her.

♡ Timeskip:) ♡

As Y/N sat there, waiting for Sam to arrive, she was thinking if she should confess at her house or not. The girl was nervous. Very nervous. Finally Y/N saw him making his way to her. She got up and greeted him with a smile, "Hey. How was classes?" 'How was classes oh my gosh y/n be cool.' She thought.

"They were okay, I guess" He said. "Okay, well the walk to my house is like 5 minutes, so let's go." Y/N said as she nodded her head in the direction her house was. "Alright." He spoke quietly as he walked along side Y/N

When they got to Y/N's house, said hi to siblings and entered her room, Sam couldn't stop thinking about how much he wanted to kiss her. Like he should just man up and confess, right?

"You can sit down anywhere, just make yourself comfortable," Y/N said as she took off her jacket and hung it. "If you're hungry or thirsty, let me know, I have some snacks and drinks. Oh, and the restrooms right behind you!" "T-thanks" He was able to get out.

"Okay so I was thinking we should get a poster and decorate it with..." Her voice faded out as Sam admired her. To him, she was perfect. How could she not be? She's pretty, kind, respectful, she's a cheerleader.

That's the reason why he thinks she doesn't like him. She's a cheerleader. She has many other guys wanting to date her. It's possible she could like one of them. Not Sam. He's just there. He's not really special. I mean he's in band. That's really it though. And-

"Sam! Are you even listening?" "Huh, oh yea sorry." "Dude are you okay? You seem to be out of it. And your face is pink. C'mere" Y/N brought Sam closer to her and she laid her hand on his forehead. "I mean, your warm." "I-I'm fine! Don't worry about me." "Are you sure?" She asked Leaning in closer. "Yeah I'm okay"

"Can I tell you something?" Sam muttered as she backed away. "Yea, you can tell me anything." "Ummm, " Oh my gosh, was he really gonna do this? Now? "I like you..." he whispered, finding the floor more interesting now. "What?" "I like you, Y/N.." he said a bit, louder. "And it's fine if you don't like me back, I just think you're really cool an-" Sam was cut off by a pair of lips on his. He was surprised but kissed back and slowly smiled into it.

"I like you too, dummy.", Y/N said as she pulled away. "I have since last year if I'm being honest." Sam looked at her truly surprised. "Really?" "Yea, I just thought you were really cute and shit." Sam blushed and asked, "Can I kiss you again?." Y/N smiled softly. "Well I kissed you but yea, you can."

Word count:761

Published: 04-04-23

[theres-a-tvjoe]

Nice Guys Throw Punches - SFK/DRW

Well, here’s the fluffiest, most protective!Danny that’s been stuck in my brain for days. Big thanks to @ofthecaravel for freaking out with me eeeeee here we go.

READ ON AO3

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Wanted: Have You Seen This Man? He’s actually just a really nice guy.

That’s what Danny’s poster had said. And he is. He is a nice guy, has on more than one occasion been called a gentle giant (mostly by Josh), fills his role as band mediator with ease, and has always been a lover, not a fighter.

But, he supposes, exceptions are always made. Which is what got him to where he is now, sitting on the bumper of an ambulance next to the festival beer garden with a broken nose and split knuckles.

He swears he’s a nice guy.

One Hour Earlier

It’s not surprising that Lollapalooza is packed to the gills with drunk and high festival goers. It’s the nature of a festival to be a sprawling bacchanalian free for all, really. That’s why the Kiszka brothers thrive at festivals and why Danny always feels like he’s herding kittens trying to keep all three of them alive.

“Thanks,” Danny says, nodding to the bartender in the beer garden before wading his way back through the throngs of people, holding the two bottles of beer a little higher to avoid being jostled by someone telling an overenthusiastic story.

They’d played earlier in the day, a riotous set that went off without a hitch and left them all in a post-show euphoria that was only briefly interrupted by showers and changing clothes before continuing on now.

“Beer delivery,” Danny chirps, sidling up behind Sam and moving his boyfriend’s chestnut hair to one side of his neck. Sam is mid conversation with Jake and Josh, the three of them talking completely over each other. Danny presses the cold beer to the sensitive skin of Sam’s neck, grinning.

Sam squawks loudly, immediately turning and swatting at him.

“Asshole,” he half shouts, trying in vain to pinch at Danny’s sides while the taller man evades his efforts. “That’s no way to treat the love of your life.”

Danny hastily apologises to the group of girls he bumps into trying to avoid Sam’s punishment, looping an arm around Sam’s waist and tugging him close, a beer still in each hand.

“I’m sorry,” he says, still grinning.

Sam makes a grab for Danny’s backwards hat, missing when Danny makes a bite at his arm. “You are not, you unrepentant frat boy -”

“Am too, and if I’m a frat boy that makes you -”

“Alright alright,” Josh says, clapping his hands. “Enough, children. Daniel, give the baby his beer before he gets cranky.”

Danny laughs, not letting Sam go but handing him the beer and pressing a kiss to his temple.

“I hate you,” Sam says, leaning into him.

Danny grins. “I know, baby. Drink your beer.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“Oh my fucking god,” Jake rolls his eyes. He takes a pull of his own beer, shaking his head fondly.

It’s been over a year now since Sam and Danny had made it official - it being them, of course, and their decision to finally end everyone’s collective ‘will they, won’t they’ misery. Happy tears were shed by parents, hollers and hugs were given by siblings. But Sam had been deeply offended when literally no one was surprised by their announcement of a relationship, and had pinched Danny’s nipple right through his shirt as revenge when the taller man had shrugged and said ‘that’s fair, it was a long time coming’.

“It’s really packed in here,” Josh says, looking around them. More people are flooding into the beer garden, musicians and festival goers alike, and it’s making personal space significantly harder to come by.

They’ve melded with a group of other players, conversation flowing easily and laughter loud. Danny is regretting his choice of a white t-shirt, knowing that the chances of a spill are getting higher by the second but it’s worth it to watch Sam’s face light up as he tells a story.

As if on cue, Sam gestures broadly with his hand and accidentally catches the drink of a passerby, knocking it against their chest.

“Oh shit,” Sam says, turning. “Sorry man -”

The man hisses angrily as he peels his wet shirt away from his chest. He’s about Danny’s height but twice as broad, bald headed and skin going pink with anger. Danny frowns, not liking the way the man’s mood has shifted so quickly.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” he spits, throwing his now empty cup onto the ground and shaking the spilled beer off his hand. “Fucking - my shirt is ruined .”

The unexpected anger draws the attention of the twins and the rest of the group, eyes widening in surprise at the outburst.

Sam winces, obviously feeling bad. “It was an accident, man, I’ll buy you another drink -”

“Shut the fuck up,” the man snaps, finally looking up from his shirt to fix his angry stare at Sam.

“Listen, he said he was sorry,” Danny interjects, brow furrowed as he steps between Sam and the man, hands up between them. He wants to keep the peace, to get this asshole on his way as fast as possible, but something isn’t sitting right. His heart is beating faster now, the tension palpable. “It was an accident, it happens. We can find you another shirt.”

The man snorts, looking Sam up and down before turning to fix his gaze on Danny.

“You know, I saw you two earlier,” he says, sneering. “Looking awfully cozy. Maybe if you knew how to control your bitch this wouldn’t have happened.”

“What the fuck,” Jake says, automatically stepping closer to Sam. Josh circles a hand instinctively around Sam’s wrist, anchoring him to the spot.

“Hey, fuck you man -” Sam starts, brows dropping in anger as he moves to step forward only to be impeded by Josh.

“See?” the man laughs, the sound grating and mean. He pokes a finger into Danny’s chest. “Maybe I should take him off your hands, teach him some fucking manners -”

Danny isn’t sure when he drops his beer, but somewhere between the bottle leaving his hand and it hitting the ground, he makes a choice.

No one talks about Sam that way, not while Daniel fucking Wagner walks the earth.

He reels back and throws a hard punch, fist connecting solidly with the man’s face in a loud thud. The garden immediately erupts into chaos, people stumbling backwards from the fight to get away from the crossfire. Josh yanks Sam back as the man retaliates, grappling Danny to the ground as they both throw hit after hit.

A few others jump in to try to break it up, but it’s violent.

What feels like an hour is only a minute, maybe two before security is rushing in and pulling the two men apart. There’s blood in the dirt and Danny has never been so angry in his life.

“Let me go,” Danny demands, struggling against the hold of two security guards. The other man is yelling obscenities and slurs while being forcefully escorted from the tent, and Danny takes some satisfaction from the split lip he’s sporting. “I’m - Jesus, I’m not going to go after him, let me go.”

“I’ll get the medics,” one of them says, speaking quickly into the radio on his chest before striding out of the tent. The security guard lets Danny go, telling him not to go anywhere until the medic arrives.

The entire garden is a mess of activity and chatter, the energy thrumming with nerves and surprise. Danny’s ears are ringing and his heart is pounding out of his chest. The adrenaline is still thrumming at a million miles an hour through his veins, and he barely registers he’s being spoken to until there are gentle hands on either side of his face.

“Daniel,” Sam is saying, sweet face creased with worry. “Hey, look at me.”

“Medic is over here, come on,” Jake is saying, hand gentle on Danny’s upper arm. Josh is shooing people out of the way, already explaining everything that happened to the paramedic.

“Hey man,” says the medic, getting Danny’s attention. “My name is Noah. Looks like you got into a bit of a scrap, hey?”

Danny shakes his head, but immediately winces as pain shoots through his face.

“I’m fine,” he croaks, but the words come out a little slurred. Suddenly Danny is very aware of the blood in his mouth.

“Here, let’s sit him down,” Noah says, helping Jake seat Danny on the bumper of the ambulance, the back doors wide and a medical bag opened.

Sam is pacing back and forth, continually running his hands through his hair. Josh is off to the side, on the phone with management already while Jake confers with security again.

Noah makes Danny follow a pen with his eyes, checks his pulse, and listens to his heart. He carefully tips Danny’s head back, helping him hold an ice pack over his nose.

“Well I can tell you one thing,” he says good naturedly. “It’s a good thing you guys already played your set, because you’re going to be hurting once that adrenaline wears off.”

“Already there,” Danny says, the words coming out like he’s got the world's worst cold. Everything fucking hurts now. His knuckles are aching and his head feels like one giant bruise.

“Yeah,” Noah sighs sympathetically, jotting something down on his clipboard before pulling out a few butterfly bandages from his bag. “A broken nose is no fun. But it’s not crooked, so that’s a small victory.”

That seems to stir Sam from his pacing, nearly skidding to a stop in front of Danny.

“What the hell were you thinking, Daniel?!” he bursts, every inch of him seeming to vibrate with anxiety. “You’ve never made a fist in your fucking life and you decide that testing it out on a man twice your size is the way to go?”

Noah bites his lips together, giving Danny a ‘you’re in trouuuuuble’ look as he pulls the ice pack away gently.

“We were the same height,” Danny protests weakly, wincing as Noah carefully places a butterfly bandage over the split skin on the bridge of his nose.

“No, shut up,” Sam says, scrubbing a hand down his face. “Just - why, Daniel?”

Danny frowns, confused by the question.

“What do you mean, why?” he asks, dutifully holding still as Noah continues to work on cleaning him up.

Sam rolls his eyes, but he looks dangerously close to tears. Danny’s heart aches in his chest, and he wants to pull his boyfriend closer.

“I mean why,” Sam repeats. “Why did you start a fight?”

“He started it,” Danny protests, wincing as Noah cleans his knuckles. “I wasn’t just going to stand there and let him talk about you like that, Sam. I didn’t even - I didn’t even think about it, alright? I just did it.”

Sam seems to deflate a little at that, jaw working stubbornly.

“Well it was fucking stupid,” he says, scuffing at an errant pebble with the toe of his sneaker. “Now you look like a sad raccoon with your -” he gestures to Danny’s face. “Black eyes and shit.”

“Cute look,” Danny says, not bothering to fight the fierce wave of fondness welling inside of him for his boyfriend. Only Sam would manage to express fear and concern as a truly bizarre insult. “What a weird way to kick a guy while he’s down. How about a ‘thanks for sticking up for me, Danny’ or an ‘I love you, Danny’?”

“I love you Danny,” Josh says, pocketing his phone as he comes to join them. He swings an arm around Sam, pulling him in for a tight hug despite the younger man fighting it. “This little rat bastard of a child is just trying to pretend he’s not scared shitless because his boy got hurt, isn’t that right Sam?”

“I am not scared,” Sam says, shoving Josh away. Jake rolls his eyes, moving to sit next to Danny on the bumper of the ambulance. “I’m pissed off, he could’ve - he could have died! And then we’d have to get a new drummer, okay, and that’s just a pain in the ass -”

Noah gives Danny the all clear, and he stands. He has no doubt he looks like shit, shirt stained with blood, eyes blooming black and blue, knuckles and nose bandaged.

“Sammy,” Danny interrupts him gently. “C’mere.”

“No,” Sam snaps, crossing his arms and resolutely looking at the ground. “You’re gross. You’re all bloody.”

“Sam,” Danny repeats. He opens his arms, waiting patiently.

Sam doesn’t last another five seconds before he’s throwing himself into Danny’s arms, hiding his face in Danny’s neck.

“Why would you do that?” he whispers, and Danny can feel the tremble in Sam’s willowy frame. “You - you got hurt, Daniel, okay? Why -”

“Because I love you,” Danny murmurs, pressing his lips carefully to the top of Sam’s head. “And I figured one of us was about to throw a punch, so better me than you. That face of yours is our moneymaker.”

Sam laughs wetly, sniffling a little against Danny’s neck. He pulls back, wiping roughly at his eyes.

“Shut up,” he says, but he’s smiling now. Danny smiles back, even though it hurts.

“Alright, cut it out,” Josh says, voice suspiciously choked. “If you start crying, Jake’s going to cry.”

“Yeah right,” Jake says, but his sunglasses have been firmly placed over his eyes. He turns to Noah, clearing his throat. “What’s the verdict? Hospital?”

“If you want to, but you don’t have to,” Noah says, zipping up his med bag. He strips off his gloves, giving them all an easy smile. “It’s not a bad break and nothing is crooked. So as long as you keep icing it and go easy, you shouldn’t have an issue. Obviously, if you start bleeding again or notice any changes in your vision or headaches, go right away.”

“Roger that,” Josh nods, reaching out a hand to Noah to shake. “Thanks for your help.”

“No problem, guys,” Noah says, shaking each of their hands (Danny’s very gently). “A great set, by the way. Now get out of here, go rest.”

“You heard the man,” Jake says, standing and gesturing for them to get a move on. “Let’s go.”

-

The ride back to the hotel is longer than expected with a stop at a pharmacy for some painkillers and ice packs, but they’re back and getting settled as the sun is sinking below the horizon. Showers are had, painkillers taken, and room service on the way.

Sam is fussing with the pillows on the bed - trying to get them to an appropriate height for Danny to be propped up while he sleeps - when there’s a knock at their door. Danny goes to answer, waving Sam off with a gentle reminder that he can handle opening a door with a broken nose.

It’s Jake and Josh, unsurprisingly, the two of them standing in the doorway expectantly.

Danny opens the door a little wider with a huffed laugh, welcoming them in.

“Just wanted to make sure you’re doing okay,” Jake says, peering around the corner at Sam with an amused smile. “See if you need anything.”

“We’re good,” Danny says gratefully. “Thanks though. How much trouble did I get us into with management?”

Josh waves him off, blowing a raspberry. “Nothing for you to worry about, Danny boy. We told them of your heroic act in defence of Sam, it’s all fine.”

Danny lets out a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding, relieved.

“Thanks man,” he says. “Really appreciate it. I didn’t mean to make such a mess of things.”

Jake pins him with a gentle look. “You didn’t make a mess of things,” he says, voice a little softer like he doesn’t want Sam to overhear. “You went to battle for our baby brother. He’s lucky to have you, Danny. We couldn’t ask for a better man for him, I hope you know that.”

Danny feels like he’s been winded, the words so achingly sincere yet so simple in a way that only Jake ever manages to pull off. He blinks a few times in quick succession, surprised by the sudden burn of tears.

“I’d do anything for him,” he says simply, voice wobbling because there’s nothing else to say. It’s Danny’s foundational truth. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do for Sam.

“We know,” Josh says, smiling and squeezing Danny’s arm. He clears his throat, looking around the corner at Sam. “Good thing, too,” he says, louder. “We were worried no one would take him off our hands, you know. He’s a real pain in the ass.”

“Huge,” Jake agrees, nodding seriously. “We really can’t thank you enough for your sacrifice. We thought we’d be stuck with him forever.”

“Oh my god, can you two leave,” Sam shouts, brandishing a pillow like he’s going to march over and hit them. “I have to tend to my injured boyfriend, go be annoying somewhere else!”

Jake lifts his hands in surrender, smirking as he backs away towards the door.

“Be good, kiddos,” Josh chirps with a wink. “No strenuous activity!”

Danny laughs, shaking his head as he bids them both goodnight, locking the door behind them. He pads back into the bedroom, sitting carefully on the edge of the bed.

“C’mere,” he murmurs, reaching out for Sam. He pulls him to stand between his knees, looking up at him. He rests his hands on Sam’s hips, thumbs brushing the soft skin just under his threadbare shirt. “I’m sorry I scared you today.”

Sam swallows, lifting a hand to tug at one of Danny’s damp curls.

“Yeah, well,” he says softly, smiling a little. “It was also pretty sexy of you to defend my honour like that.”

Danny smiles, squeezing Sam’s hips. “Yeah?”

Sam snorts, rolling his eyes. “Don’t let it go to your head. You barely made it out alive.”

Danny barks a laugh. He slaps Sam’s ass teasingly, pulling him closer and tugging him down into his lap.

“Screw you, I was winning,” he says, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind Sam’s ear as the smaller man settles in his lap.

“Oh, is it opposite day?”

“If it is then I really hate you,” Danny quips, smiling up at him.

Sam rolls his eyes, hands so careful when they cup Danny’s face. He leans in and kisses him gently.

“I hate you too, Daniel Wagner.”

[throughgoeshamilton]

Resurrection

A The Other Shelby story

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x fem!reader (OC hybrid)

Summary: A Jewish gangster resurrecting from the dead and his love trying to deal with the situation.

Words: 2.500

Warnings: none

A/N: Big thanks to @cillmequick for beta reading and being so supportive of me 🫶 Same goes to @queenshelby for the emotional support 🥺

Her hands were fidgety on the steering wheel as she navigated the car through the streets of Kent. She wished she could've distracted herself from her nerves by petting Cyril next to her but the Bullmastiff was too big of a beast to properly fit into the passenger seat. He got that from his dad. Instead, he was resting in the backseat, looking out of the window from time to time whenever they drove past something mildly interesting for a dog.

When the car came to a stop half an hour later, she allowed herself a second to take a deep breath and mentally prepare. For what exactly, she didn't know.

Cyril had his snout on the ground the entire way from her car to the front door of the welcoming beach home, his tail constantly wagging, as if he knew something she didn't.

She sighed before she pressed the doorbell and moments later, the heavy door opened, revealing a tall middle aged woman wearing a housekeeper uniform. The lady stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of the short redhead and the huge dog in front of her.

“Miss Shelby…”

“Hello Mary” she replied shyly.

It has only been two months, yet it felt like an eternity to her. An eternity filled with what had felt like incurable grief, and a strange kind of hope.

“Is he home yet?”

Mary kept staring at her, as if she couldn't process what that question was supposed to mean, who “he” was, before she nodded slightly and took a step aside to let the young woman and the dog enter.

“He released himself from the hospital two days ago. The doctor comes to see him twice a day now, to make sure he…” Mary paused, apparently unsure about what was left for the doctor to heal at this point, “I have to warn you, Miss Shelby, it's not a pretty sight.”

She didn't give her a response to that statement as she followed the maid upstairs to what she assumed to be the master bedroom. Of course, it wasn't pretty. Her brother had shot him in the face. It was a miracle he was still alive.

Mary gently knocked on the door before slowly opening it, even though no one inside the room had given them permission to enter.

“Mister Solomons… there's someone who would like to see you.”

Alfie was lying on his bed, eyes closed, hands folded on his stomach and if it wasn't for the slow smacking of his lips, she would've thought he was dead for real. The big wound that covered half of his face was still slightly red and swollen, a very prominent scar was about to stay right below his eye.

“Tell’em to come ‘ere another time. 'm resting.”

“Only God knows why you're not resting in hell right now.”

On the way from London to Margate, she had told herself that she would be gentle with him. He was still healing so the last thing he needed was her taking out her anger on him immediately. But the way he was lying there, in a big four-poster bed with several flasks of medicine, empty and full, next to him on the bedside table, with the aftermath of her brother's assassination attempt so obvious, she couldn't control the variety of feelings that went through every inch of her body. She was angry, oh so angry at him. At the same time, she was happy he was still here.

Her Alfie.

The sound of her voice made him open his eyes slowly, squinting against the sunlight that flooded the room. He was looking at her, not showing the slightest reaction to her standing here, in his bedroom, two months after he had tried to fuck over her whole family and her brother had shot him for it. Alfie cleared his throat before he started speaking again.

“Y’know, treacle, at the hospital… they gave me some pretty strong shit I s’ppose. You were there all the time. But Cyril is new, look a’ him. Good boy. Does mamma take good care of ya? Bet she does.”

He was interrupted by a nasty cough that had him screw up his face in pain as the skin around the deep wound seemed to stretch due to the sudden movement. It made her painfully aware how much recovering he still had to do and that was only what was visible from the outside. The damage Tommy’s bullet had done inside his skull, physically and mentally, was to be explored by her in the upcoming days.

She took a few steps closer to his bed until she was at the height of his stomach where she carefully put her hand on one of his arms.

“I'm real, Alfie. This has nothing to do with the morphine. Cyril is real too.”

As if to prove her point, the huge dog sat down on the other side of his dad's bed, lying his big head onto the mattress and getting it wet with his slobber. Alfie reached out to him, petting him softly as if to test that he wasn't touching a pipe dream of his.

“I reckon I died in my sleep and went to hell with ya, treacle. But Cyril belongs in heaven, so ‘is not right.”

The fact that he saw both of them rotting in hell while his dog had to go to heaven made her chuckle. He wasn't wrong though.

“How did ya find out your little cunt of a brother failed in putting an end to my life?”

“Alfie!”

“Sorry right, yeah. Your big cunt of a brother.”

She rolled her eyes at him but smiled nonetheless. Even with all the unresolved anger, grief, sadness and heartbreak inside of her, he still knew the way straight to her heart: by making her laugh.

“You wrote me a letter from the hospital, giving me your address here in Margate. I have to say, it was pretty rude of you to keep this place from me the whole time. We could've come here for holidays.”

“Yeah y’know, treacle, I would've told you but then everything went south and I figured, I should die here alone. If your brother had done his job right, that is.”

There was a lump building in her throat. She would've told him something too, before everything went south.

“I bought it for us, for when we retire. But now 'm officially dead so you could say my retirement is long overdue, innit?”

He had his eyes closed again as she absentmindedly stroked his forearm and thought about his words. They could've had it so much easier, hadn't he cheated Tommy with the Changrettas. She cleared her throat and left his bedside as she approached the bedroom door.

“I'd like to stay a few days, if that's okay with you. Nobody knows I'm here, you'll stay a dead man for the rest of the Shelby family for as long as you want.”

“You could put it in the papers and it still wouldn't make up for half of what I did to you, treacle.”

She didn't know how to feel about his sudden mea culpa. Something like that didn't come lightly from a man like Alfie Solomons but the nonchalance with which he had said the words made her swallow hard. He allowed himself to look at her again, the gaze of his good eye was as soft as she remembered it from happier times between the two of them.

“Tell Mary to give you a room and if there's anything you need, tell her too. She'll take care of it.”

“I'll be fine, Alfie.”

-

Mary was kind enough to prepare one of the other bedrooms in the house for her, even though she had reassured her that she was more than capable of taking care of everything herself. Unlike a certain Jewish gangster peacefully snoring next door, now that the doctor had given him another dose of medicine.

Within the next few days, she made sure to support Mary in her chores, against the harsh protests of the middle-aged housekeeper. But besides helping her in the kitchen, making breakfast, lunch and dinner, she first and foremost took over the nursing duties for Alfie. The wound needed to be cleaned regularly and treated with ointment to help the healing and prevent further infections. Apart from that, he needed help whenever he wanted to get up. His bad hip and the sciatica didn't take well to all the lying down he had to do.

On his good days, they walked a little, his arm linked with hers for support, although she knew that in the worst case, there was no way she could catch and hold this beast of a man. Sometimes they even made it to the beach, letting Cyril stroll through the sand as they watched the ships passing by. It was risky business to be outside with him because if the word got out that Alfie Solomons was still alive, the peace he had found for himself here would come to an abrupt end. Not that it was likely anyone who knew Alfie, let alone was interested in his business, would wander the beaches of Margate but at the same time, she hadn't expected the man himself to settle down here of all places. You never knew where those gangsters were causing trouble.

“Even if, and that is a big if, love… even if there was someone strolling along the beach trying to kill this old fragile man,” Alfie had said to her one day after she had voiced her concern for his safety, “I have a gun and you, luv, are the best shot in all of England, aren't ya? Nothing to worry about.”

He had shown her said gun he was carrying under his big black coat, making her roll her eyes at him. If she had thought a shot to his face had changed anything about his ways, she had been wrong. How naïve of her. But who was she to judge? Not like her ways were any less brutal.

That had been the first time she had let Alfie intertwine his fingers with hers while they still had had their arms linked, him slightly leaning onto her every time his hip had sent a stinging pain through his leg. When they had arrived back at the house, he had brought her hand to his face and gently kissed her knuckles before looking into her eyes, searching for a reaction that would've shown him that they were getting better. She had known he couldn't have said it, hadn't had the words or the courage to make himself even more vulnerable in front of her. Nonetheless, she had felt his silent “thank you” through the little gesture and she had known it hadn't been just for keeping him company on a walk to the beach. It had stood for everything he hadn't said thank you for yet and even when she had sensed all that, in that moment, she had wished he had said it out loud, so not only her mind had heard it, but her heart as well.

-

The treatment of his face had become another ritual of theirs that they'd cultivate before every meal they had together. With the nurses and then Mary taking care of it, he had been annoyed each time he had heard the noise of a washcloth being wrung out. This wasn't his first gunshot wound and if he chose to resurrect, it wouldn't be his last either. But now that his love, the love he had thought he had lost - and maybe he had - was gently petting over the scarring tissue, being babied didn't feel so bad to the former King of Camden Town.

She was sitting on the side of his bed, her hip touching his as she was leaning over, trying not to hurt him while also getting rid of the matter his skin produced regularly to heal the wound.

“I wanna ask you a favour, treacle.”

She sighed as she put down the washcloth from the bad side of his face.

“What is it, Alfie?"

“I want one of ya special kisses.”

“For fuck’s sake Alfie, I'm not gonna blow your-”

“Not like that… a kiss from you. It’s special to me.”

He looked at her, studied her face with his good eye while the other one felt like it was piercing through her, making her look away from him.

“I love ya, treacle. And I think there's a reason you came ‘ere, and stayed.”

Her hands were soaking from the wet cloth in them so she put it back into the small bowl of water on the bedside table while she was processing his words. There was a reason indeed.

“I love you too, Alfie, still do. That's the problem. After what you did to my family, I should've come here to finish what Tommy couldn't,” she had been staring at her wet hands the whole time, trying to keep her composure as her nerves felt like they were eating her up from the inside, “but I could never.”

She now turned her head towards him, taking one of his big paws between her delicate fingers to lead it underneath her blouse, onto her stomach, as she looked at his face.

“There is a reason I came here, and I stayed. The doctor says it's four months, size of a pear now.”

Alfie had never been known to be the emotional type but the way he stared at her belly, hand still resting there, with an expression on his face that she couldn't read, he scared her.

Did he not want it?

As his fingers started to move, gently stroking her slight bump, she relaxed a little.

“Four months you say, eh? So when it's coming in five… is it gonna be a Solomons or a Shelby?”

His question hurt her, the fact that he was unsure if he was allowed to be a father to the child or not, but at the same time, it made her love him even more. He knew he didn't have a right to stay in her or the baby's life, not after everything he put her through. He always made sure to keep her safe, making her part of the deal so she wouldn't be harmed. But that didn't change the emotional damage he had done to her by threatening her family.

When she let go of his hand on her stomach, she put hers on the good side of his face instead, the pad of her thumb caressing his beard.

“We have five months to figure this out,” she smiled at him before leaning down to carefully touch his lips with hers in a soft kiss.

[shysuccubusstuff]

obsessed! childe pt. 1

Content: Female anatomy, obssession, dubcon (the reader does love Childe, and Childe loves reader, I just love writing yandere males).

Note: The potion that Childe uses is more like a "tell the truth potion", meaning the person will act/say whatever they actually think abt the person, if they do not say it they will start to feel light/mild effects, these effects vary from each person.

Note 2: I was planning on doing a single part but the text was getting too long and I've been cooking this for way too much time cause i have no time to write...

I don't think you are able to understand the surprise Childe felt when he arrived to Inazuma, all with the objective of analyzing a little the situation of Inazuma (while also keeping an eye on Scaramouche), just a small and fast trip, then he would be able to go back to Snezhnaya, rest a little while waiting for the next quest given by the Tsaritsa. While at his stay, he found the different posters that talked about the rock festival that was being planned, and despite this did not catch his interest at first, he received some letters from the Tsaritsa, explaining to him how this would be a good opportunity to check how the people of Inazuma actually felt after the whole "now-we-are-mostly-free" situation. So he agreed, waiting patiently until the even finally took place, he decided to take a walk around Inazuma, just checking the different restaurants and small stalls that were sitting around the streets. He was checking some of the newest items added to the menu when he saw something, well, more like someone. There you were, as pretty as he remembered, you hair shinning thanks to the sun rays that were falling on top of your head. You were smiling...maybe more like laughing, which made you even prettier to be honest. While he stood there, menu still in his hand, he noticed another person, a huge man with long white hair, marks all over his body, he seemed to be quite strong, but taking into account that there was a huge ball of some kind of dessert in front of his feet, he did not seem to be the most brilliant persons that you had been able to meet. While analyzing this man, you suddenly hit him on his shoulder, your body being unable to keep still due to the huge laugh that you were trying to contain (this was useless, as you can see). He threw out what was left of the dessert and started to tickle you, making your own dessert fall to the floor. Now, what the heck was up with that? You barely allowed him to touch you, always saying "Childe, I still don't trust you fully" but a completely new man was able to do so? Yeah, he may have tried to drown you (and the whole city of Liyue) but weren't you being unfair? He stated his reasons and tried to be as kind as possible, giving you as much money as you wanted and even talking to his family about you (the pretty traveller with a fierce heart and a great attitute) but while he was doing that you went around meeting new men?

He quickly left the menu somewhere around the stall, going to where you stanted in a fast pace, but just as he was about to snap at the random man he composed himself, his friendly (yet dangerous) smile was back in his lips, he suddenly put one of his hands on your shoulder, causing you to suddenly jump. The other man slowly stopped, his red eyes looking to his blue eyes, even the expression that was in his face made him look like a complete dork, you changed him for some dull white-haired man? He may not be the most sane person, and yes, he may have a little problem with fighting you, but didn't you two have something? God, he was starting to get furious once again, but he kept the act, face as cool as a cucumber and a relaxed body language. "Hey traveller, long time no see, how have you been?" He only kept his eyes fixated on you, ignoring the existance of Itto for a moment. "I've been missing you like crazy, Teucer has been asking me about you and he was so sad that we have not been able to meet for such a long time!" Your expression got a little ankward, you knew Childe was doing it on purpose, turning his back while not allowing him to enter the conversation. "Oh hey... I didn't know you were going to come here to Inazuma, I've been fine, I was able to make some good friends here in Inazuma, this is Itto, he is the best at onikabuto fights!" Itto seemed to pump his chest, probably full of proud as for that... achivement? Childe smiled, the vein at his neck still pumped, cause what did he expect when he left you alone? All those dirty men probably tried to get to your pretty head with their dumb tactics, yeah, this dude may seem more innocent, but of course he was just like all the others.

Once again, he tried to compose himself, carefully getting his hand around your waist, Itto's eyes did notice, and as he felt how the pressure was getting bigger, he suddenly shifted his eyes, looking at some vague point. "Oh uhm... I forgot I just have this meeting... yeah, the one with the gang you know? Oh shoot, how could I forget? I gotta get going, see ya around compadre!" Itto left like the wind, running as fast as possible to get further away from that strange man who kept looking at him like some kind of prey.

"Oh, lady, why did your friend leave? I was about to invite him to some of the most beautiful places I was able to find... But I would first invite you to the great cuisine at some of the restaurants from Inazuma!" Childe smiled brightly, his enemy was no longer at sight, so of course he should try to keep his act of the "good guy". So he did, he invited to Inazuma's cuisine, even being so good as to get up himself and bringing your food to the table, even adding a special potion created in Mondstadt and carefully mixing it between your food. As he did not enjoy some unfair sparring, he did mix that potion with his own food, after all, if it did have some kind of harmful effects he should also be the one facing them. "Sorry for taking so long, I found some issues with the plate, so I had to ask them to change it!" He carefully explained, leaving each of the plates in the sides, together with the rest of plates that had already been served, just when you finally took a bite of all the food was he finally happy, smile shining as bright as the sun. When the dinner finally ended, he carefully took your hand, leading to the residence that you had been staying at, it was quite old for his liking, but he did find it enchanting, it was the place where you slept after all.

It took him some time to get you to bed, as the potion only seemed to make you drunk in some way body hot and tembling hands. He carefully laid you in bed, tucking you in with a lot of care and leaving a soft kiss on your forehead. He was kind of dissapointed with the drink, but he supposed that this was better than having some bad reaction to it. Just as he was about to leave the bedroom and head to his hotel, he felt a soft pull, your hand was around his wrist, your eyes looked just like a puppy, begging for him to not leave. At first he was quite hesitant, you were not in your right mind, and despite how much he would love to give you the thing you begged so much, he did have some moral compass. But your pretty eyes were melting him, and the sweet things that were leaving your lips did not help him either, so he gave in.

His body starting to burn up, was it because of the potion? It seemed that the potion did have a slower effect in him, as he was ok just a few minutes ago. His mind was starting to get a little fuzzy, so he slowly laid on bed, allowing you to get on top of him. "Ojou-chan...never did I think I would be able to have such a beautiful woman on top of me, not only beautiful, but a woman strong enough to defeat me..." His cocky smile on his lip only caused you to feel even stronger the urge to shut him up with a kiss, so you did, lips on top of each other and hands all over his body, playful hands going under his shirt, body hot to the touch due to the hot temperature of Inazuma at that time. "Aren't you been a little too cocky, lady?" You smile, still being completely under the effects of the potion. You pull away from him, looking at his flusthered face and getting closer to him, bitting and kissing his neck and hearing him let some breathy moans out of his pretty lips. "I'm trying to go easy on you, lady... But you have seen to learn some pretty mischiveous tactics while we were far apart..." He still had that cocky expression, even despite the fact that he was in a much worse state than you. He once again smiled, carefully putting his hands around your hips and massaging that place. He slowly kissed your face, peppering soft lips all around your cheeks and nose. "You're so naughty today, traveller..." Despite his lustful eyes, he kept treating you soft, something completely opposite to how he usually acted, all high and confident, being unafraid of being too rough when you fought each other. Childe's hands slowly moved upwards, pulling out the soft clothes that were covering your body, your skin shinning thanks to the moonlight that entered through the window in the room. "You're so pretty... so so pretty... I wish I could just hide you in my pocket,,, I want my family to meet you as soon as possible..." He kept peppering kisses all over your body, from your shoulders to your tummy, what was up with him? "Ajax... what is going on?..." He simply looked at you like a small puppy, kissing your lips and giving no answer to your question. He slowly got rid of his own clothes, leaving both of you completely naked, slowly analyzing all and each of your gaps and pretty features.

"I'm sorry, lady... I am at my limit and I don't think I can keep much longer... didn't think that the stuff that that damn old man gave me would be so strong..." The creepy face of the other member of the Fatuis almost caused him to flinch, but he just chose to focus on the moment, lowkey thanking him for the chance of such a "dashing" encounter with his dear rival (lover as well).

[im-ovulating]

Chapter 1

(A?n: To those who've been waiting: sorry, it took 7 months, I'm just a really bad procrastinator lmao)

Entangled Masterlist

Word Count: 795

Taglist: @ekkoismyhusband @itsalicewickedmcgee @sasa-slayer @thewifeoflevi @lukerycyja @only-my-unexistent-fiances @full-cowlings

Keigo Takami x Reader: Rapunzel AU

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His eyes scanned the room, keeping a lookout for the guards.

They had one shot at this and if they failed they would either be imprisoned for life or be put to death. There was too much at stake for failure.

Touya and Shigaraki were setting up the rope for his drop. The guards were stationed in a large circle around their prize. They would be expecting thieves to come through the doors or one of the many secret pathways, not an ariel attack.

The crown sat in the center of the room on a pedestal. Red cushion fluffed and kept free of dust all these years. You'd honestly think they'd give up. It's been almost 18 years for god's sake, chances of the lost princess returning are slim to none.

It doesn't matter, though, not when he's so close to a life of riches and ease. He just has to make sure he finds the perfect opportunity to drop his colleagues and take off with the headpiece.

Touya sends him a curt nod. It's time. Keigo fastens the rope to his harness and starts to shimmy down through the large, open ceiling.

'How daft can these people be? Making it this easy to steal their precious tiara...' He can't help but shake his head at how unassuming the people ruling his kingdom are.

Quick and silent as a mouse, Keigo is ground level and pocketing the crown. Just as he starts to climb back up, one of the guards sneezes and he can't help but let out a snide little "Bless you" before signaling the other two to pull him up.

"Thanks," the guard sneaks a look back to acknowledge him before realizing what happened.

They're packed up and running across the castle roofs before the alarm can properly start blaring through the streets. Making their way to the farthest wall they could, they slide down the rafters and make their way into the forest.

He can hear the yelling of the Kingsmen and the thundering steps of their steeds as they chase after them, desperate to get the tiara back.

Passing by a tree, he has to stop and do a double take. There's wanted posters with a caricature of their faces, though his in particular is quite insulting.

"Excuse me!? I do NOT look like that!" he squawks. He holds the Wanted poster next to his head as he desperately looks to his companions, hoping they disagree with it.

Touya and Shigaraki share a look before grabbing him by either arm and dragging him along.

"Fine! I'm coming!" He shoves the paper in his bag as he runs.

As they continue to run, dodging arrows and sword swipes, they reach a dead end,

"C'mon guys, boost me up and I'll pull you up after me." Keigo pants.

"Sure," Touya says. "Hand over the bag first."

I- What!? You guys don't trust me?" The two stare at him unimpressed. "Wow... I'm hurt, truly."

He slips the bag over his head and passes it to Shigaraki.

Touya and him link hands to boost Keigo up and over the edge. Once up, Keigo steadies himself and turns to reach down a hand.

Just before Touya can grab it, he pulls it back.

"What the hell, Takami? Help us up!"

"Nah," he grins. He turns to leave only to be stopped by Shigaraki yelling.

"You're really gonna leave the crown?"

"Oh, You see..." He holds up the leather satchel, "I'm not leaving it; good luck boys!"

With that, Keigo disappears into the thicket just as the others are cornered by the soldiers.

He rushes through the trees and bushes a bit longer before he's intercepted by an unmanned horse. He can faintly hear the faint yelling of the name "Bakugou" which he can only assume is the horse's name.

It advances on him like a rabid dog, chasing him through the forest until he finally manages to give it the slip by hiding behind the vines of a cave.

When he hears the horse pass, he lets out a sigh. He turns to venture deeper into the cave, only to find that it's not a true cave. The back lets out to a large clearing with a waterfall and a tower in the center.

Thankfully, he saved a couple of the arrows he avoided. Using them as climbing hooks, he scales the tower.

Finally falling through the, luckily, open window, Keigo slumps against the wall. He pulls the satchel back out and opens it to peak at his prize.

"Alone at last-"

Before he can revile in his success at escaping the swordsmen and outfoxing his fellow thieves, there's a sharp -thwack- and a stinging pain that rings through his skull as his vision goes black.

[theflyingfeeling]

hi hi hellooo! Aleksi's remix of Let Me Down Slowly came up on my youtube recs and it instantly reminded me of your amazing fic and I knoooooooooow I said it a million times but thank you so much for writing it and sharing it, it's so fucking good!!!!!!! 💖💘💖💕💖💖💘

now imagine, pining-idiots-that-haven't-realized-they-are-in-love Allu and Olli are probably enjoying their well deserved breaks from all the stuff they did in 2023 (and most likely with their partners by their side), but I like to imagine that they still make some time for at least one video call once a week, or that they exchange dumb texts daily because they miss each other so much 🥺💕

maybe Olli grabs his guitar one night and comes up with some beautiful riff that he sends to Allu, but this time Aleksi decides that they have to finish it together side by side (clearly an excuse to see Olli again because oooops, he realized he has Feelings™ for his friend and bandmate) and well, Olli had to travel to Helsinki anyway (to make sure the new posters were shipped correctly, or to sign a legal document or some made up bullshit), soooo why not stay at his just-a-friend-i-swear's place for a few days?

they would have the Moment Of Realization late at night, around 2AM when Allu is finally done with the remix and Olli is already asleep on the couch (is he really asleep, though? or just enjoying the moment with his eyes closed?). Allu would not resist the temptation of brushing a curl off Olli's beautiful face, and maybe caressing one of his cheeks while he can, not forseeing that Olli would be very much awake, so now they're both holding their breaths and staring at each other with so much love 💖💕💘

maybe they finally dare to get closer and share a shy little kiss after all those years of pining, or maybe they feel like they can't do it, not while they still have a significant other, and leave the studio confused and unsure of what to do next 🥰

anyways, it's already late over here and I used my last braincell to daydream about this 😅 have a lovely lovely day 💖💕💘💖💕💘

OH MY GOD???!!?!?!??!?! 😭😭😭😭😭

this made my stomach do the thing because akdjshfksjfdkf I've honestly spent the entire Christmas break thinking about the two of them constantly checking their phones and not really understanding why they feel so disappointed when there's no new text from the other or why they feel a pang of jealousy when the other posts a holiday greeting in the group chat (=a selfie with their gf with a cheesy Christmassy/NYE edit and a text "Happy Holidays from us!")

amd aaaahhhh imagine soft Olli playing softly on his soft guitar AND THINKING OF ALLU THE WHOLE TIME DJDHFGFFJFF I meaaaaan may I remind y'all that yet again this is not just something the delulu made up but instead it's something that actually for real happened with the Let Me Down remix 😭 obviously we don't know if Olli had the riff ready and Allu just happened to need one and it came up in a conversation, or if Allu asked him to make him one, or if Olli just sent the riff to Allu who was so inspired (and in love (with the riff! or at least that's what he convinced himself then)) that he made an entire remix based off it 🥺 my point here is that it's TOO EASY to imagine them doing exactly what you just derscribed 🤧💕

and yeah, I have also been imagining their first kiss and how terrifying it would be for the both of them 😭 I mean, I want to assume that the "deep talks" they've had over a glass of wine or a bottle of Mountain Dew (again, something we know for certain they done, not just something the delulu has decided is canon!!) they have also discussed sex and/or sexuality and came out as bi to each other, so it's not the fact they're both dudes and about to kiss each other that's messing with their heads rather than the fact they're both in relationships skgjdjfksjfsjfjdjf fuck why am I so invested in this 😩

bonus points indeed if they only ALMOST kiss before they snap out of it and aaaaaaaaaa poor confused boys!! because this whole time they've been like "I don't actually like him that way, and even if I did nothing could ever happen because we're friends and co-workers and he's taken" but then they realise they were having an undeniable Moment(tm) and the other was actually about to kiss them back too so they're like ???????????????? oh god 😭

thanks for this, I feel so validated once again 🙈

[duckduckhjonk]

buh TPOT 13 review time!!!! wahooooo

right on, you know the gist, spoilers ahead! :3

starting off really strong with Firey and Leafy! I had a theory that by the end of TPOT at least one more from that post split group might rejoin TPOT(pls let it be Bubble but shhhh) although I wonder why they're building that little structure tbh. On a side note, I've never been a huge fan of Firey and Leafy's little plot they've had since the start, but I'll admit this moment is cute. but also RIP LEAFY LMAOOO

I'm surprised to see One have this much power, although I do think my theory still stands of her being the weakest of the algebraliens. I think her powers are primarily only active within the pocket dimension, leading her to want more power outside of it.

Love all the missing posters everyone's making here. They miss their friends. Pen and Needle's friendship is everything to me.

CAKE AT STAKE TIME!!!!!!

I was on the edge of my seat during this. I'm really really surprised Match got such a small amount of votes. I would have thought she would got more than like- David or something. ALSO RAGHGHHH SO UPSET THAT DORA DIDN'T MAKE IT IN but oh well. ALSO THE REVEAL!!!!!!! TWO OF THEM!!!!!!! I love how Bracelety did that, rip Bracelety. I'm surprised again, with how much everyone was propaganda-ing for Bracelety I'm shocked she didn't win by a landslide. BUT WOOOO LIY MAKES IT IN LETS FUCKING GO WE LOVE LIY IN THIS HOUSEHOLD. Pencil don't be mean :{ you made them cry. Also a little surprised that both teams up for elim get the contestants.

As much as I knew Barf Bag was getting out, it still hurt. Loved her lots. I'm thankful Donut is safe and Golf Ball. I really really wish Yellow Face went home, I fucking hate Yellow Face.

BUT ALSO NEEDLE??? WHAT IS WRONG WITH VOTERS?????????????????? NEEDLE??? WHEN SHE WAS JUST GETTING HER SIBLING ARC WITH PEN???????? but also TV's little flower dancey dance is peak.

maybe Pen and Liy friendship arc though.

I love how panicked Two is just always.

THE INTRO!! HAS THE NEWBIES!!! LIY NEXT TO FANNY AND PENCIL IS ON BELL'S STRING!!!!! also another funny thing I like how Two failed at starting it and Gaty did it. I'm absolutely obsessed with Two and Gaty's dynamic in general.

I loved this challenge, I really have been loving how Fanny has taken a leadership role in her team and tbh in TPOT in general. Like, she has her arc with Death PACT has been brilliant and now with One as well and Robot Flower??? She's peak!!!!!! Like she probably won't have as prominent of a role in One's story as like Basketball, but like- she's still probably going to be prominent. She's my fave for a reason!!!!!!!!!

Also already this episode I've wanted to tell Pencil to shut the fuck up multiple times, god I hate her.

I like how Golf Ball and Donut had a chance to talk one on one during the challenge.

I think I also liked how Pen opposed killing the David. I think the whole Death PACT rubbed off on him.

I, uh, I kinda don't care about Book. Or Team 2's storyline. like. at all. I honestly wish Tear Drop made it to the team swap. She could have made it better.

We love a good fight scene, and the whole Death PACT vs Robot Flower fight was absolutely brilliant. The reference to Robot Flower launching Fanny to put her head back on in BFB was really cool, and I loved its resolution as well. TB and BB teaming up with them to help out only to betray them in the end, awesome. Although its a bummer to see them up for elimination so soon. I really hope Robot Flower doesn't immediately get out after this, she's important.

Anyways, I love hearing both Donut's and Golf Ball's perspectives on their team. I still love the idfb crumbs we got for Golf Ball and I think that could play a part in her view point. I do want to see them idk reconcile a little?

OFF TOPIC BUT BLACK HOLE GOING "Nice to see you again, Liy :)" EVERYTHING TO ME.

anyways. I do want to see Golf Ball learn to hear her team's voices, and maybe for Donut to focus on winning a little more. I really want to have that be the arc, please, please jacknjellify, please if you want my undying affection(that you already do have, this wont actually change anything.)

most of the shots in this episode and its lighting were super fucking cool like- the one where RF stabs Gaty with Pin??? Baller. The one before the fight showing all the characters faces??? also baller.

I'm sorry, yet again reiterating how awesome Fanny's character development has been. She's awesome and now she's friends(I think) with Black Hole. She's everything to me. I love how much she cares about everything.

"I do have power, but not enough..." MY THEORY STANDS

ALSO WHAT DID YOU DO TO BELL AND BOMBY AND NEEDLE AND BARF BAG???????????? ONE IS EVIL I'M TELLING YOU!!!!!!!!!! I CALLED IT FROM THE START HER INTENTIONS ARE BAD.

Basketball did it for Robot Flower, we love that for her. also their heart to heart peak>>>>>>>> I've never been this excited about Robot Flower before. "The best version of you is the one we have here" CRYING I'M SOBBING.

I also loved Tennis Ball and Golf Ball's dynamic this episode. They care so much about each other.

The ending to the episode felt a little rushed and chaotic. Like I feel like it was a "fuck, how do we make someone other than death pact lose?" kind of moment.

but honestly over all, quite possibly my favourite episode. I absolutely loved it. Unfortunately, now I will be knawing at the bars of my cage waiting for TPOT 14 to come out.

Let me know what you think as well! This took so long to write and comprehensively make, I even had to take a walk ouh. But yeah, fucking loved this episode. Put your thoughts in the notes or even in my inbox! Both are always open :3

[bettyweir]

Betty Weir

Chapters 1-2

Can Betty keep up with her new life of cheerleading, cross-dressing, pizza delivering and vampire hunting?

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Chapter 1.

Benny stops dead in his tracks, staring at the freshly pinned poster, reading “Cheer Tryouts, Tuesday after school!”

Vivid memories flood back to when he dressed up with Ethan as Betty and Veronica. Ethan never wanted to pick up a pom pom again after facing down Stephanie but Benny? Benny could only linger in the feelings of having so much fun as a cheerleader.

He quickly rips the poster off the bulletin board, a couple people eye him.

“Ha, cheerleaders are so stupid right. Ahah.” he crumples it up trying to act like he doesn’t care and catches up with Ethan.

–Later that night–

Benny is sitting alone at Ethan’s house. Ethan’s fast asleep in bed behind him. He’s copying over E’s homework. He gets distracted midway though the Media Studies questions, as he often does, and thinks about that poster…

He digs through his messy backpack and pulls it out. Stating the same simple message as It did last time.

Cheer tryouts, tomorrow. After school.

He gets up and starts going though Ethan’s closet.

It’s endless, messy and kinda gross.

Ethan would always shove his unorganized shit into this closet, so looking for anything was pretty hopeless but he was determined. After a solid hour of digging he finally stumbled upon the three holy items.

A red and black sleeveless top with the White Chappel logo stitched on it, a short simple red skirt and a long golden locked wig, slightly crumpled with two red bows on either side.

Benny squeezes the items tight, inhaling the stale closet air with glee.

He folds and softly places the items in his satchel underneath his books, he sits back in his chair and spins around. He stops and excitedly scribbles down the rest of the notes.

Chapter 2.

–After School– Benny stands in the bathroom, legs trembling. Oh, this is so stupid, what am I doing!? I should be home playing video games with Ethan, or something. Anything other then this. Oh, fucking christ.

Despite his anxious thoughts, he continues changing into his old cheerleading uniform. Once he's done, he takes a deep breath. His hand hovers over the stall door as he hesitates to open it. With an exhale, he pushes though and looks in the mirror. After making sure none of his short brown hair is sticking out, he rushes out of the men's bathroom.

He prays to god that no one saw him.

He quickly arrives at the gym hall. The bleachers are filled with preppy girls chatting and sitting around, waiting for their turn. He places himself down at the first row, holding onto grandma’s magical pompoms for good luck.

“Hi!” A cheery blonde walks up to him, “Please make sure you sign in before waiting!”

She hands him a clipboard filled with flowery, delicate names written in fancy cursive. Three spaces remain at the bottom asking to fill in a first and last name.

Benny shakily signs “Betty Weir” in the best cursive she could manage.

“Thank you buh-” she looks closer at the chicken scratches, “Betty!”

She walks away with a hop in her step, moving on to greet the new students walking in.

And Betty’s more than relieved.

Getting comfortable and with not much else to do, he watches one after another of girls doing backflips, somersaults and jumping jacks.

Oh god, he really missed doing—or at least, attempting—those tricks. He ruffles his pom poms and cheers like the other girls in the bleachers after each girl finishes their routine, trying to fit in.

Sadly his efforts weren't enough. He hears snickering behind him. He tries not to eavesdrop, but the fragments he can pick up made his stomach turn.

"Who is that?" A voice whispers.

"I don't know, but look at her hairy legs, oh my god."

"Total lesbo..." they laugh.

Betty freezes. How dare they? Why did I do this? I'm so fucking stupid, I didn't even shave my legs. I wanna go home. What am I doing here. I should just leave.

She feels tears welling up in her eyes. But before her train of thought can go any further off track, she hears a loud hiss behind her.

"What's your fucking problem?" A familiar voice yells, "She hasn't done anything! Leave her alone!"

Betty turns to see Erica, of all people, stomping down the bleachers to her.

"Hey, Is this seat taken?" she asks.

"Uhm..." Betty tries to speak in the highest octave she can, "No, go ahead!"

"Don't listen to those cunts," she sneers, "they're just jealous of us natural blondes."

"Ahah, right..."

"You seem familiar..." Erica looks at Betty, "You cheered for awhile last year, right?"

"Oh, yeah. Ahah." Betty nervously laughs, shying away from Erica's stares.

"OMG what happened? Why did you leave?"

"Well, you know, a head cheerleader being an evil witch is kinda off putting."

Erica clicks her tongue, "Damn, can't blame you for that. But don't worry, she's dealt with now."

"Yeah," Betty sighs, remembering the reason she has to pack her own lunches now, "Wonder what happened to her."

An ear piercing whistle interrupts their conversation.

"Erica Jones!" a teacher shouts.

"Oh, that's me," She stands up and tightens her pony tail, "I'll be right back."

"Good luck." Betty smiles.

Erica does amazingly, flipping and flying though the air. She lands all her stunts perfectly. She does have vampirism on her side, but even then, she has to be practicing religiously to do a triple backflip one handed. She's definitely getting in.

When she finishes, Betty is too timid to cheer. She quietly ruffles her pompoms as Erica sits back down next to her.

"Awe, no cheering?" She teases, "Was I that bad?"

"OMG, no! No, you were flipping amazing!" she gushes, pun completely intended.

"Awe, thank you," she blushes, "Have you gone yet?"

"Ah, no. W last name, takes forever."

"Ahh, best for last I guess." she elbows Betty, "So, what IS your name?"

"Oh, aha. Betty."

"Betty, huh?" Erica smirks, "Guessing your parents liked Archie?"

"Who's Archie?"

"Like, the comics."

"Oh, haha," Betty twirls her hair between her fingers, "I don't read comics or anything nerdy like that."

"Don't worry, I don't either."

Their lies brings the conversation to an uncomfortable halt. They shuffle in their seats, and look at their phones in silence. After a few names and whistle blows, Betty finally hears her name called.

"Betty Ware?" the teacher shouts.

"Oh, haha, that's me!" Betty fumbles to her feet, grabbing her lucky pompoms, and runs to the teachers side. She thought of correcting her name pronunciation, but, it's probably for the best if she keeps quiet.

"Alright, missy! Ready position!"

Betty puts her hands to her hips.

"Hand clap!"

She claps her hands together in a firm clasp.

"T motion!"

She sticks her arms out in a T, trying not to feel like a broken 3D model.

"Broken T!"

She puts her fists into her chest, keeping her arms out.

"Touchdown!"

She raises her hands way above her head.

"V motion!"

She spreads her arms apart, ruffling her pompoms.

"10 Jumping Jacks!"

She drops her pompoms down and quickly does 10 jumping jacks.

The teacher looks down at her clipboard.

"Freshman?" she asks.

"Uh, Junior this year." Betty squeaks.

"Thank you," she scribbles something down on her paper, "You can have a seat."

Betty gives her a quick curtsy and picks up her pompoms, running back to a cheering Erica.

"Ahah, stop!" Betty blushes, as she sits down next to her.

"Why? You were great!" Erica beams.

"Really?"

"Yeah! Your form was awesome, and you had a great smile!"

Betty tries not to blush, "Glad my midnight practices paid off..."

--Cut to Benny in his room.--

He's quietly murmuring a cheer while dancing around his messy floor.

"Boom! Did a bomb just go off in my head?" She puts a hand to her ear.

"No!" She stands on her bed, punching at the air. "It's the devils when we beat you black and red!"

"Calla' nurse calla' doctor" She shouts, jumping up and down.

He hears knocking on his door.

"Benny," his grandma's muffled voice came though the door, "Can you please keep it down?"

"Yeah, okay." he replies with a voice crack.

--Cuts back--

"OMG! I'll have to practice with you some time then."

"Haha, um, maybe."

A whistle blows.

"Alright girls, I've seen some great performances today." The tall, lengthy teacher announces. "Results will be up by tomorrow next to the gym doors."

The small crowd of wannabe cheer leaders stare at her with anticipation.

"You're dismissed."

The girls quickly rush down the bleachers and out the gym doors, but Erica stays comfortably next to Betty, obviously having something on her mind.

The rude two brunettes finally make it down from the back row of bleachers they were sitting on.

Erica growls at them and gets up from her seat.

"It was nice talking to you Betty," she says, gathering up her things, "I'll see you at school?"

"No!" Betty clams up, "Oh, no, I don't go to uh. School."

"What?"

"Home school. I'm Home schooled." Betty gives a large cheeky smile.

"Huh." Erica pulls her purse over her shoulder, charms clacking together, "Well, then, could we exchange numbers?"

Betty makes a shocked face.

Erica—A Girl—Willingly giving me her number?

"Sure... why not..."

Erica whips out her phone, covered from lock screen to phone case with Dusk's Jakeward smoldering into the camera. Betty swipes though and starts putting in her phone number.

"Here, gimme your phone!" Erica says, tapping her foot impatiently.

Betty takes out her phone in her bumpy green case and cringes. This isn't too much of a Boy Phone case is it?

Erica doesn't seem to mind, since she quickly punches in her digits.

"I'd love to chat more but..." Erica looks out the gym doors, in the direction the brunettes went, "I gotta go get something to eat... Text me!"

"Ahah, of course," Betty nervously tugs at her blonde hair, "See you later!"

And just like that, she's alone in the gymnasium.

She heads to the bathroom, checking both ways to make sure the coast was clear, and walks in. She gives herself one last good look in the mirror before she closes the stall door behind her.

Her eyes wander to different spots of the stall as she changes. Markings left by her peers read; "I was here" next to 20 tally marks, A few crudely drawn penises and someone's bandcamp link written in sharpie.

She takes out her baggy blue jeans, looks down at her unshaven legs, and sighs.

Guess I'll get to use a razor for real this time. She thinks to herself, scratching her hairless cheek.

A part of her never wants to put these pants on again. Just live out of her perfect uniform, but she has a grandma to return to and dinner to eat. So before she knows it, she's back to being plain old Benny.

As she stuffs her uniform away, his phone vibrates multiple times.

He slings his satchel over his shoulder and heads out of the school. As he clicks together the straps of his blue bike helmet, he checks his phone to read the messages.

From Erica: heyyy betty its erica! had a talk with those girls who were super rude 2 ya dw about them bothering u EVER again ;)

Something tells Benny that she did a lot more with her and her fangs then just talk...

Thanks for reading! Happy International Womens day~