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bangtaninborderland · 2 years ago

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JHS- Twisted Feelings (10)

Summary: After working at an award show for 2 years everything had become normal, idols were no longer exciting to see, performances became dull and every day blended together, that was until an unexpected man asked for your help.

Genre: idol!jhope × fem!reader, angst, fluff, strangers to lovers, ongoing series

Warning: none for this chapter!

A/N: I’m back from seeing yoongi and it was such an experience. This is kind of a filler but I love building these characters up. Did you miss twisted feelings as much as I missed writing it?

Ch.09 < Series Masterlist > Ch.11

You woke up later than expected, Na-Rae not leaving until 1 am definitely being a bad idea. You were thankful for the late night/early morning shower you had taken which allowed you to get ready in half the time you usually would.

Today was Yoongis day, you would be lying if you said you were excited. At first, he seemed to be easy to have a conversation with but the recent events with the translation mishap only served to leave him suspicious of you, which admittedly is not great when you have to spend hours teaching him.

The conversation last night still bugged you, keeping secrets was never your thing especially when it came to work and your career but Rae had made a few good points on just why the Jung-Woo story had to remain a secret. No company would want a near murderer to work with their most precious assets.

The company lacked the reporters that Jungkook had mentioned swarming the building yesterday, you were grateful for how quickly Bighit seemed to manage security infractions.

“I need your company ID.” The woman’s voice was familiar and you recognised her as the same woman from the day of your interview.

“Oh, of course so sorry.” You chuckled lightly hoping to break the tension as you hand over the company-issued ID, the smile she returned to you is faker than the Gucci sunglasses you chose to wear this morning at the sight of the raring sun but you brushed it off, wanting to start the day in a good mood.

Even if she was a snarky bitch.

She sighed loudly, sliding your ID pass across the desk. “You’re signed in, next time come straight to the desk with the ID please.” You gave her a nod before walking away, you were not going to lose this job by running her face along her keyboard, not today at least.

The rest of the walk was quiet, a few idols passing by giving you small nods and others completely ignoring your existence. You were fine with both, too tired to care.

“Where’s your smile this morning?” You were not expecting Hoseok to come up behind you, his touch on your shoulder making you physically jump.

“HOLY SH-“ you turned to face him, calming at the sight of him and quickly composing yourself. “Hoseok-ssi.”

He tried to hold his laughter in but failed, his eyes creasing. “Sorry sorry I’ll warn you next time, are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” You lied, forcing a small smile.

“Would you like to get some coffee? There’s a machine around here.” His face was warm and for some reason you wish you didn’t have to decline.

“I have a class with Yoongi-ssi. I’m already short on time.”

“I’m sure Hyung won’t mind, I’ll call him now besides he was stressed and stuck on a song anyway so you probably would sit waiting for a while anyway. Only if you want of course.” He pulled out his phone waving as if tipping the scales on your decision.

You held up your hands in agreement. “Okay…but only and I mean only if he is okay with it, I would like to try and be a little happier for my class with him especially if he is having a stressful day.”

He nodded at you, grinning as if he had just won some kind of award. It left you wondering if he was truly like this with everyone. “He said it’s fine.”

“Lead the way.”

The walk there was pleasant, similar to the last time you had gone together. Hoseok made small conversations, mostly about random information he had learned about the world and his craft. His eyes seemed to hold a particular shine when he mentioned the fun they had on tour, the story of how they would pick rooms when they were unable to have one to themselves making you double over in laughter.

“Here let me.” You swiped your card, paying for both yours and Hoseoks' coffee.

“Oh.” He took the cup, eyeing you as he stirred in the sugar. “You didn’t have to do that we get them free.”

“Still, my treat. I’m happy to pay, you got the last one.” You added your own milk, stirring it before wrapping a tissue around the cup. “I’m going to get ready for my class with Yoongi-ssi, even if he is working I should be there when he finishes to start whenever he is ready.”

“You take your work very seriously, don’t you?”

You smiled, nodding. “I do, I think if you commit to something it should be taken seriously even on hard days or days you don’t want to do that particular thing.”

He hums, his lips pressed together in a hard line. “What do you think about giving up?”

“Giving up on?” You responded, sipping at the froth of your coffee.

“Anything.”

“I think in order to give up you must be brave enough to face what happens when you do, many people find a weakness in it but I find something admirable. I also think it’s okay to take a break, if you give up you can always try again. I think there are two sides to it because in life we want to see those around us reach a level of success that makes them happy so in some cases it’s okay to encourage people to not give up and to keep working towards their goals, giving up should never be something final. It’s okay to stop one thing if there’s something you want more.” He stared at you and you were absolutely sure you’d said way too much but before you could apologise he began to speak.

“Not many people have a mindset with views like that, I think when they get to know you more the members will like you.” He come to a stop as you reached the genius lab studio.

“Hyung?” He tapped his knuckles on the door, trying the handle to no avail.

“Wait.” Yoongis gravely voice called out, it was an easy sign he had been rapping. “I’m coming.”

The door opened and a dishevelled yoongi stood before you. “Oh shit.”

“Hyung!” Hoseok exclaimed.

Yoongis eyes shot open before he shook his head, apologising. “Sorry, I forgot we had a class. Let me just save my work.”

“It’s okay, take your time I’m here all day.” You tried to sound as reassuring as possible, not wanting to leave him feeling bad. He nodded to you before turning away, the door closing behind him.

“Sorry, it’s a busy time.” Hosoek swirls his coffee, sighing.

“You don’t seem as stressed, I thought there’d be staff running around and non-stop practices. Sorry, I don’t have much of an idea regarding behind-the-scenes stuff. Award shows are intense.” You try to laugh off some of the awkward and somewhat sad tension that fills the air, wanting to bring back the calming vibe held between you only moments ago. “Things will be okay.”

“Thank you. Give it a few weeks and it will be exactly like that, this is more of the mentally draining process. Preparing and practices are structured, it’s when the last-minute details get finalised and songs get finished, altered or scrapped. We’ve changed songs entirely a day or two before the same goes for choreography.”

You never truly understood how difficult it was for artists, especially the biggest group in the world. Sure it could be hectic at award shows and more than once you’d been privy to a group argument or mishap backstage but you’d never fully grasped the difficulties they face and you never be able to but you knew looking at Hoseoks false smile, you’d do anything to try and help. “If there’s anything I can do let me know, I know my work here is only a portion of the difficulty you face and has an entire lower level of importance but don’t hesitate to ask for something if you need it, the same goes for all the other members.”

“That’s really kind of you, I’ll pass it on to the other members. I should get going Hyung won’t be long, you’ll be okay?”

You stare stupidly for a moment before blinking “Yeah I’ll be okay, thank you for getting coffee with me.”

“Thank you for paying it was re-“The door beside you leading to Yoongis studio swings open, stopping just before it hit the wall.

“Oh, sorry.” The rapper mumbled, locking the door behind him. His previous state of stress was seemingly better.

“I’m just leaving Hyung, I’ll stop by later to go over those demos.” Hoseok gives you a smile before leaving, heading in the direction of his own studio.

Yoongi watches the younger man disappear around the corner before talking to you. “Sorry about the wait, you have an office right?”

“There’s no need for apologies it’s absolutely fine and yes I do, please follow me.” Thankfully there wasn’t much of a distance between Yoongis studio and your significantly smaller but still cute office.

The artist looks around some before taking a seat at the table. “It’s cosy here, you are allowed to decorate I’m not sure if anyone has told you that.”

“One of the managers did but I wanted to wait a little, I thought it would be better to focus on settling in and building up lessons with yourself and other members first.” You shuffled through the folders you had assembled for each member, finally finding the black one with Yoongi across the label.

“You made us folders?” He raises an eyebrow as you place it down on the table. “Colour coded too?”

“I like organisation and the colours for the most part were random.” You laughed, handing him a pen.

“So there’s no reason in particular mine is black, Jungkooks is black and Jin Hyungs is bright pink?”

“When you look at it that way.” You paused allowing the small joke you’d built up between you to linger. “Maybe you’re right, I’ll never spill my secrets when it comes to my filing process.”

“You sound like me when I would talk about my old USB sticks.” You felt relieved you were able to break the tension that had accompanied your previous meeting with one another.

“What can I say, I’m a genius.” You both laugh for a second before he begins reading over the lesson plan you handed him seconds earlier. “You said you wanted to be able to have conversations and you weren’t too happy with your pronunciation so I thought we could go over some exercises that may help you sound clearer. I also thought we could work on some vocabulary, because you don’t want to be fluent to the point you could live in a foreign country I think just relearning basic sentence structure and vocabulary should be enough.”

He scanned the sheet, “You really were thorough with this, to be honest when Hobi pulled you out of a job to be a translator I had more than one worry. I’m glad to see you taking this seriously.”

“He didn’t exactly pull me out of a job.” You laughed, handing him a highlighter. “My contract was nearing its end and it gave me an opportunity to have time to write and work.”

“What do you write?” He asked, eyebrows raised.

“Stories mostly, anything my imagination can conjure. I like creating a world I can escape to, where anyone can escape to even just for a short while. It’s nothing special I’m just trying to have a book published.” You laugh lightly, attempting to brush off the sudden embarrassment.

“I think that’s similar to music, I love reading I think it’s admirable you’re following your passion.” You were happy the atmosphere between you felt calmer, and he too seemed to be less stressed.

“Thank you.” You often wondered why people would do something that stressed them out to such a degree of devotion but you’d be a liar if you said you didn’t understand, when you love doing something you accept whatever it comes with.

He placed the sheet down, uncapping the pen. “Should we start?”

“Sure, whenever you’re ready.”

Whenever you were teaching time never felt slow, you were used to that. Work being slow all the time despite the fast-paced environment but here it wasn’t like that, it was too fast nor too slow but time seemed to fly away which is how you were surprised when the alarm yoongi had set went off, declaring the end of the class.

You’d spent the two hours discussing conversational English, mostly things he already had an idea of but needed the specifics clarifying. He had attempted to speak English for half of the class but gave up when his memory of the language came to a standstill.

“Already? Did I set the alarm wrong?” You knew the question wasn’t directed at you as he picked his phone up, double-checking the time. “How did I do?” He turned to you, sliding the exam-style sheet back.

“You did well especially for your first class, don’t be overwhelmed by the vocabulary or speaking even. These things take time and you have to take them slowly. For an English speaker to become fluent in Korean it can take up to five years, we have an advantage because most of the time it’s taught in school, you have an extra advantage on top of that because of your continued exposure to the language. Things like vocabulary and pronunciation are easy compared to grammar and you seem to already have a great idea of that. So my overall rating is that you’re making my job very easy.”

“Maybe I should ask you to make me a report card to show my parents.” He laughs, standing up.

You follow suit, walking towards the door to open it. “If you need one let me know, I’ll even stamp it.”

“Yes, teacher.” He laughed. “Thank you for the class.”

“Please don’t thank me.”

“What are you doing here,” Yoongi asked, his voice pitched in surprise.

You greet both Taehyung and Hoseok as they step around into the doorway. “Here to pick you up Hyung, Namjoon says you’re needed for the army track.”

Yoongi shifted his feet, shaking his head. “What happened? I thought we were finished with that song already.”

“We were but Namjoon Hyung hit the wrong button and now it sounds funky rather than family,” Taehyung responded, laughing.

“It’s not that serious, we just need your input to make sure it’s back where it was.” Hoseok responds, seemingly calming Yoongis' sudden worry. “How was the class?”

You don’t realise the question is directed at you until the room falls silent. You look up from the patch on the floor to see three sets of eyes on you. “Oh, OH forgive me I’m so sorry I spaced out. It was an amazing lesson, Yoongi-ssi is an exceptionally fast learner.”

“Ah Hyung I’m proud.” Taehyung slaps his hand over his chest, pursing his lips together as he fake cries. “Is this what proud mothers feel like?”

“Why a proud mother why not a proud father?” Hoseok asks, thrown off by the comment.

“Because it’s Taehyung. Come on let’s go.” Yoongi turns to you, saying a quick goodbye. “Thank you for the class once again.”

“Literally any time.” You respond, waving them all out.

They leave in a hurry and suddenly the busy room is left with you and you alone. You just about sit down before your phone busses with a notification.

You can’t help but smile at the new text from Hoseok that reads:

JHS: “Your job isn’t unimportant nor is it easy. Have a good day.”

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comfort-writing · 2 years ago

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Crayons and Cassettes

Chapter 12: Girls Day

You are a kindergarten teacher. Eddie’s daughter, Sage, is in your class. The rumor mill around Hawkins begins to spiral. Sage goes to the movies.

warnings: this fic is 18+ in previous and future chapters- minors DNI!! no use of y/n. (please let me know if I missed anything)

a/n: sorry for not updating yesterday- I wanted to take a little break. I hope this longer fluffy chapter makes up for it. let me know in the comments or my asks if you want to be added to the tag list! requests are open!

word count: 5.2k

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When you got a phone call from Robin asking if you wanted to hang out with her, you immediately took her up on her offer.

You were really looking forward to just having some one on time time with a friend. Although you’d definitely been welcomed into the little group, having an invitation to just hang out one on one made you feel like you really belonged.

Robin came over and watched you do your makeup, watching carefully so she could try to replicate parts of it. You taught her how to do the eyeliner look she liked too; there was a small mishap, however, it was nothing a makeup wipe and a little concealer couldn’t fix.

Once you were ready, the two of you piled into her car and she drove you into town. You stopped at some diner, a place called Benny’s, and the two of you squeezed into a booth that had probably seen better days.

“What have you been up to since I saw you at Steve’s?” You asked her, curious to know if anything exciting happened.

She shrugged, “Well, not much. I mainly did laundry and worked. But,” she said, lowering her voice to a whisper after scanning the restaurant to see if anyone was listening, “a new girl started at work, and oh my god, she is so pretty.” She smiled.

You raised an eyebrow, “Ooh.. do you think she’s…?” You asked.

“I don’t know- that’s the problem. She just moved here from Chicago. Said she and her” she added air quotes, “‘partner’ broke up and she needed a change of scenery. Why she moved here I literally cannot fathom, but I don’t know.”

“Hey, I moved here for the exact same reason. It’s a good place- not expensive, plenty of jobs.. but that’s beside the point.” You rambled, “Did she like, say partner in a casual way, or like she was trying to not say another word?” You asked, leaning in and keeping your voices quiet.

“I-“ Robin was quickly interrupted by a scrawny high school age kid who wore the Benny’s uniform, asking what you guys wanted to order.

Once he was out of earshot, Robin leaned back in and whispered, “Like I said, I really don’t know. But she totally has a vibe about her.”

“A vibe?” You asked, a little confused.

“Yeah, dude.” She chuckled, “Like, she has a septum piercing and streaks of pink in her hair. I mean, you’ve at least got to break a few social norms to do that.”

You considered it for a moment, “Yeah, I guess so. But listen, I don’t want you to get your hopes up too much.” You said quietly. “I don’t want you to get hurt- emotionally or physically.”

She nodded, “Yeah, I’ll be careful. You forget I’ve been doing this for a while.” She chuckled. Robin had grown out of her awkwardness a bit as she’d aged, though there were definitely still traces of it in the way she would talk to loud when she was excited or would say something a little off topic because her mind ran faster than her mouth. It was endearing, though.

The teenager came back with your drinks; you’d ordered both ordered waters as well as milkshakes. You played it safe and got cookies and cream, while Robin ordered some strawberry-blueberry-chocolate-banana-peanut butter monstrosity. She smiled, “I’ve been coming here since high school, and I have perfected my milkshake order. You’ve got to try it.”

You wrinkled your nose at the thought, “Sorry, Robin, but I would probably die from all the sugar in that thing.” You laughed.

She shrugged and took a sip, smiling at the taste of the weirdly dark green liquid. You had no idea how it ended up that color, but you really didn’t want to know.

“How’s Eddie?” She asked, changing the subject from her love life to yours.

“He’s good. I haven’t been able to see him since you have, which kinda stinks. He’s been working a lot. I was thinking about stopping by the record store tomorrow just to drop in and say hi, but Sage goes there and hangs out while he works, so I don’t know if he’d be okay with it.” You sighed. You missed him.

“Does he not want you around her?” She inquired.

“Well, I wouldn’t say that. But we just kinda want to know where we’re at before bringing her into it. It’s not easy on a little kid to see their parent with someone new, you know?” You informed her, sympathetic to Sage’s feelings.

“Well, how do you feel about it all?” She asked.

You furrowed your brows, a little confused, “What do you mean?”

“Like, you know… how do you feel about keeping the two of you apart from the two of them? If you and Eddie do end up working out… have you thought about what you would be to Sage?” She asked.

You’d been so caught up in being worried about Sage’s feelings that you really hadn’t considered your own at that point. You pondered the possibilities for a moment, sipping on your milkshake. “Well… I mean, I’m okay with keeping it from Sage for a while. I think that’s normal for anyone who has kids, you know? Making sure your relationship is sound before introducing the concept to a child… and I really haven’t thought about what I would be to Sage..”

“Would you ever want to be her step-mom?” She asked, “That’s kind of the end goal there.”

You hummed and focused on the black and white liquid in your glass, “I-I don’t know. I don’t think I’m against it at all, but I don’t know if I’d be a good mom. Like, yeah, I know I’m good with kids, but I’ve always kind of approached them in almost a scientific way, if that makes sense? I know there’s a method to how you should talk and interact with them, at least in a school setting, in order to help them learn and grow. But I am really only trained for kids 6 and below. And I just… worry, I guess, about like.. messing her up or something.” You sighed, your insecurities showing a bit.

Robin reached her hand across the table and patted your arm, “Dude, you are like, the most motherly non-mom I’ve ever met. I’m positive you’d be good at it. Yeah, you’d make some mistakes, but every parent does. And I’m willing to bet that Eddie and Sage would help you through the process of figuring it all out.” She smiled.

“I guess so… but that’s probably years down the line before that would actually happen, so at least I’ve got time to get used to the idea.” You chuckled.

The waiter came back with your food, and you and Robin dug in. As you ate your french fries, a familiar face walked into the door: Mrs. Robinson, the other kindergarten teacher. She spotted you and you waved. She smiled and walked over to your table.

“Hey, Mrs. Robinson.” You greeted, smiling and cordial. “This is my friend, Robin.” You said, chuckling at the similar names.

“Oh, I know Robin.” She hummed, “She was one of my students years ago.” She’d definitely aged from the time Robin had been in her class, but she still looked and dressed the same. “And you can just call me Anne outside of work.”

Robin smiled up at her, “Nice to see you again.”

“Care to join us?” You asked, trying to be polite.

“Oh, thank you, but my husband is on his way here.” She smiled, then you saw it falter for a moment, “But I do have something to ask you.”

You raised an eyebrow, scooting over so she could sit next to you in the booth, “What is it?” You asked, having no clue as to what she could possibly ask you about.

“Well, I heard a rumor.. and I really just wanted to clear the air about it. I have no doubt in my mind that it’s not true, but I just wanted to confirm with you.” She said, waving her hand dismissively at the idea.

“What did you hear?” You asked, having a sinking feeling you knew where this was going.

“Well,” she started, clothing her purse close to her and leaning in, “I heard that you and that Eddie Munson boy were dating.” She chuckled, “Ridiculous, right? You wouldn’t go out with a boy like that- he’s not.. well, he’s from the wrong side of the tracks, literally.”

You felt Robin’s eyes on you, and you could practically feel her anger bubble, but you decided to keep it simple and professional.

“Oh, actually, Anne, I am. Dating Eddie, that is.” You smiled warmly, though you kind of wanted to punch her in the leg for how rude she’d been about it.

She looked utterly scandalized. “What?” She asked, clutching her purse in her lap, “Why- why would you ever do that, dear? Is your head screwed on straight?” She’d dropped her usually pretentious manner at this point, while you remained, outwardly, cool as a cucumber.

“Well, he’s a good man.” You said, slightly emphasizing the last word to correct her use of the word ‘boy’. “He has a good job, he just bought a home, and he is kind to everyone around him. I don’t see how that’s a bad thing.” You stated simply.

She sighed, grabbing your hand and holding it desperately. You wanted to smack it away, but you refrained, “Dear, he’s bad news.. he got a girl pregnant during his third repeat of senior year in high school. He notoriously deals drugs, he listens to that awful devil-worshiper music, he’s got these horrendous tattoos, and I mean, you’ve seen the way he dresses…and I heard that he was the leader of some Satanic-cult when he was younger.” She pleaded. “I don’t know how that precious baby girl hasn’t been taken from his home- it’s not safe.”

The longer the list became, the more agitated you felt, but you couldn’t let it show. If you made a scene, you’d only spur the rumors on. You took a deep breath, “Anne, he is a good man.” You reiterated, “Sure, he may have an eclectic sense of fashion and off-beat music taste, but that’s really all there is to it. He’s not a drug dealer, I like his tattoos, and the so-called ‘cult’ you’re referring to is just a storytelling game. It’s quite dorky, if I’m being honest.” You chuckled. “Plus, he is an amazing dad. He provides everything for Sage- she literally has anything she could ever want. And he’s involved. He came to every parent teacher conference, every recital, and he read to her every night to ensure she was excelling in school. He does a great job with her, and honestly, I think it’s a shame that more people done see that.” You paused for a moment before continuing, “You judge him based on his outward appearance and silly rumors you hear around town. But, if you had an actual conversation with him, you’d know that he is kind and genuine and absolutely hilarious.” You felt Robin smile with pride at your sentiments. “It’s quite foolish to think that anyone is not worth more than what you’ve heard about them, don’t you think?”

Mrs. Robinson shook her head and let your hand go, moving to get up, “I’m only trying to help you out, dear.”

“I appreciate that, but I can take care of myself.” You said coolly. “I’ll see you in our professional development workshop in two weeks.” You said, smiling like none of this phased you.

She left to go sit with her husband, and you looked over at Robin. “Woah, dude.. you’re like, the most level headed person I’ve ever met.” She mused.

Your smile turned strained, “Well I’m not about to be. Let’s go so I can say some choice words about what just occurred.” You said through gritted teeth.

Robin smiled and nodded quickly, digging cash out of her purse and slamming it on the table as the two of you got up from the table.

Once her car was out of the parking lot and onto the main road, your hands were flying around in the air as you yelled, Robin cackling in the drivers seat.

“What the absolute fuck was her problem?! First of all, how is it any of her business who I choose to be with? I don’t give a fuck about her old bag of a husband, so why should she care what I do outside of school? Secondly, how the hell can she just judge someone based off of shifty rumors that were spread about him fucking years ago! Like, how fucking shallow can you be! Lastly, how dare she have the nerve to sit there and call Eddie a bad dad! He’s literally one of the best parents out there, hands down. Ugh, I want to show her Sage’s scores alone compared to her entire class just to shove that shit in her face!”

Robin laughed, “Yeah, literally what was her problem?” She asked, “And oh my god, you should have seen her fucking face when you said you two were going out! She looked like you’d shit in her cereal!” She cackled. “And how were you so calm? Oh my god you should take up acting! You have an amazing talent there- you should really capitalize on it!”

You groaned, “Well if I was even the slightest bit rude to her, she could’ve confirmed that he was like, ‘ruining me’, or whatever else she and her friends talk about when they gawk at the freshly eighteen lifeguards at the pool.” That made Robin laugh so hard to the point where she had to pull over in a random parking lot so she wouldn’t crash her car. “She also could’ve come for my job somehow. So I really wanted to kill her with kindness. Really let her choke on it.”

“Hell yeah, man” Robin said, holding her sides as you joined her laughter. “But seriously, you should’ve seen her face when you didn’t give her any sort of a reaction. She looked like she was going to explode.”

The two of you howled in her car, eventually dying down and wiping stray tears and hiding your sore stomachs. Once the two of you recovered, you guys looked up and saw that you were actually in the parking lot of the record store and that Eddie was in the window, staring at the both of you with the most bewildered look on his face. He looked like a lost puppy, raising an eyebrow and cocking his head to the side. You and Robin made eye contact again, paused for a moment, then bursted out into peals of laughter yet again.

Since he’d already spotted the two of you, you both d decided to head inside the store. You got out of the car, shut the door, and linked your arm with Robin’s as the two of you walked in, still giggling.

“What is going on with you two?” Eddie asked, your laughter infecting him and making him chuckle.

“Sorry- it’s really not funny.” Robin sighed, “It’s actually kinda shitty, but it’s ridiculous, so it’s a little funny.”

You nodded, releasing Robin’s arm so she could go look around the store while you turned to Eddie to explain. “My coworker, Mrs. Robinson, you remember her?” You asked.

Eddie nodded.

“Well, Robin and I went to Benny’s. She walked in and criticized my choice in men, essentially.. Were really laughing at how I basically stone faced my way through it and she looked like she was going to shit her pants.” You sighed, rubbing a hand through your hair.

“Oh..” he whispered, sticking his hands in his pockets, looking a little dejected.

“I defended you, though, I swear.” You assured him, reaching out to grab his forearm gently. “I didn’t just like, let her bad mouth you. I just kind of… told her off with a smile on my face.”

Eddie shook his head quickly, “Oh, I have no doubt that you did that. I just-“ he placed his hand over the one you’d placed on his arm, “I hate that you’re catching flack for this. Hawkins isn’t an easy town for the unconventional.” He whispered, looking a little sad.

You raised an eyebrow, “Eddie, my skin is thicker than you think. I can put up with a lot of shit. And I really don’t care what other people think, as long as we’re good.” Your hand dropped from his arm to his hand, “The literal only reason I waited was because of my job. Hawkins’ opinion of me is irrelevant.”

He sighed and nodded, leaning in and kissing your forehead gently, “You’re kind of a badass.” He mumbled into your hair.

Robin overheard that statement and smiled, “Hell yeah she is, man. You should’ve seen her- so calm and relaxed while also ripping that old fart a new one. It was great.”

You laughed, leaning into Eddie‘s touch for a moment before he had to get back to work. “Hope you don’t mind we stopped in. We weren’t planning on it.”

He waved a hand dismissively as he went back to alphabetizing records, “You guys are always welcome.”

“Is Sage here?” You asked in a whisper.

He nodded, “She’s in the break room in the back. I’m sure she’ll run out here soon- she’s almost finished with her snack. I bet she’ll be happy to see you guys. The poor girl has been so bored all day, I just can’t exactly give her much to do.”

You nodded and started walking around the store, deciding to get some music while you were there. You peeled over to Robin’s stack of cassettes, which consisted of the usual pop stuff you’d hear on the radio.

It didn’t take long for Sage to wander out of the back of the store. She first ran to Eddie, who pointed to you and Robin, whispering something you couldn’t hear. She beamed and ran over to where the two of you stood, yelling your names and pulling Robin’s legs into a bear hug before doing the same to your own.

“Hey, kiddo!” Robin smiled, “How ya doin’?”

“I’m so booorrreeeddd.” Sage groaned, tossing her head back dramatically. She looked just like her dad in that moment and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“I’m sorry, Sage.” You sighed, “But, I might have something you can do.”

She picked her head up and eyed you suspiciously, “What?”

You crouched down to her level, “I need help finding some good music. Can you help me pick some stuff out?” You asked, Robin chiming in a short, “Me too.”

Sage beamed, excited to have a mission to complete. She grabbed one of yours and one of Robin’s hands enthusiastically and led you two through the store, pointing at the sections she liked, which mostly consisted of kids records. You guys played along, picking up records and examining each one and making a show out of either putting them in your pile or wrinkling your nose and putting them back, making her laugh.

You were so focused that you didn’t notice how Eddie had lost his focus. His eyes trained on you as you humored his daughter, helping her combat her boredom. The corners of his mouth twitched into a small smile, his chest swelling with a mixture of pride and joy. He loved that the two of you were friends.

Robin spotted him while you were busy making Sage giggle by holding a record up to the light like you were inspecting a dollar bill. She smirked at him, seeing how he was watching you, causing a blush to bloom across his cheeks and making him whip his head back to his work quickly.

Robin turned back to you and whispered something in your ear, and you smiled and nodded at the idea. She then walked up to Eddie, clapping him on the back, causing him to jump a little.

“Hey buddy old pal.” She chuckled.

Eddie sighed and looked down at the girl, having a feeling she was up to something, “What do you want, Buckley?” He deadpanned.

She laughed loudly, “Oh shut up, I’m trying to help you.” She took a beat before nudging him, “You want us to take Sage off your hands for a couple hours? We were planning on going to see a movie later, so we could take Sage with us so she doesn’t have to sit around here all day. It would be a great way for the two of them to bond too.”

Eddie thought about it for a moment, wishing that he could’ve been the one going with the two of you instead of Robin. “Yeah, sure. Just- we aren’t telling Sage about us yet, so could you please be on your best behavior?” He asked her.

She smiled and nodded before spinning on her heel and going back over to you, nodding her head like a little kid who’d just been told they could have a sleepover. You smiled and continued searching the store with her.

After you’d been convinced to buy a couple random cassettes by Sage, you walked over to Eddie hand in hand with his daughter, “Hey, we’re ready to check out.” You smiled.

Eddie turned and nodded, heading to the register and trying not to get flustered by your smile and how you interacted with his daughter. He’d tried to date in the past, but everyone had quickly bolted when they’d heard about his kid. So seeing you embrace her, while also liking him, felt like some kind of miracle.

You placed your items on the counter and picked up Sage and placed her there as well, “So, dad, can Sage come with us to the movies?” You asked, acting like she was one of the girls. “We’ll only let her have all the popcorn and candy and soda she could ever want.”

Sage’s eyes lit up and she looked at Eddie excitedly, “Please?” She asked, giving him her best puppy-dog eyes. You copied her face, trying not to giggle.

He looked between the two of you, “You guys are going to be the death of me.” He chuckled, “But sure, Sage. You can go. We’ll just have to make sure we brush your teeth extra good before bed, okay?”

She nodded and smiled like it was Christmas morning, squealing and hugging you. You smiled and patted her back, watching Eddie put your items in a paper bag. She released you and you leaned over the counter, resting your elbows on the cool surface, “You want me to drop her off at your house after?” You asked.

He nodded, “Yeah, I get off work at 6, so I should be home by the time the movie gets out.” He handed you your bag and Robin walked up to purchase her items as well.

Once the two of you had everything, Robin picked up the bags and you picked up Sage, holding her on your hip like you’d been doing so for years. Eddie wanted to pull you into a kiss right then, but he knew better. That would’ve really confused Sage.

Robin smiled, “Well, thanks for letting us kidnap your child. We’ll be sure to spoil her so she won’t sleep tonight.” She joked.

The two of you walked back out to her car, and you buckled Sage into the back seat. “Oh, I think I forgot something inside. I’ll be right back.” You smiled before closing her door and walking into the shop. Robin knew exactly what you were doing, but she turned and talked to Sage to keep her occupied until you came back.

You walked back into the empty record shop and Eddie looked at you from the counter, “Hey- everything okay?” He asked. You smiled and walked behind the counter, then grabbed his hand and dragged him to the back room, which made him raise his eyebrows raise in shock, “What are you do-“

Once you were out of the field of view of the parking lot, you pulled Eddie down to kiss you. He was a bit surprised at first, but after a moment, he leaned into it and kissed you back, his arms wrapping around your waist.

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders and he pulled you close, melting into your presence. After a moment, he broke the kiss slowly and looked down at you, a little starstruck, “What was that about?” He asked, smiling against your lips, neither of you having backed away.

“I don’t care what anyone thinks. I like you.” You whispered, making eye contact with him and keeping him close.

He hummed, “I don’t either. And I like you too.” He leaned in once more and kissed you again, humming against your lips before you two separated, stepping back. “By the way, totally unfair that Sage gets a movie date before I do.”

You chuckled, “Our first date was a movie.”

“Yeah, but there wasn’t movie theatre popcorn.”

“Well I’m free this weekend if you want to go.”

He nodded and pecked you one more time before you turned and walked out, Eddie smacking your ass lightly as you walked away, causing you to giggle and roll your eyes as you left the store.

The ride to the theatre was filled with terrible singing, as Robin insisted on cranking up the radio and rolling the windows down. Once you guys pulled into the movie theatre parking lot, you helped Sage get out and the two of you held her hands, lifting her up and swinging her as you walked into the theatre.

You guys picked a child appropriate movie to watch, bought the tickets, then raided the concession stand, buying way more snacks than the three of you could consume within a 2 hour window. You found your seats and got comfy, passing the popcorn bucket between the three of you, Sage in the middle and having to use both hands, as the thing was half her size.

The movie started and Sage was transfixed, giggling at the obvious jokes while you and Robin chuckled at the jokes they included for the adults in the room. When she’d had her fill of the snacks, Sage sighed and leaned against you, resting her little head on your arm. You moved it and allowed her to rest on your side as you wrapped an arm around her.

You looked over at Robin, who’d noticed the sweet scene, and smiled softly. She gave you a subtle thumbs up and turned her attention back to the screen.

Eventually, Sage fell asleep against you, her head having slowly drifted to your lap with tired eyes. You played with her hair as she slept, and you and Robin sat through the rest of the movie, whispering “that’s what she said” every time the joke could’ve been set up.

Once the credits rolled, you slowly moved and picked Sage up, letting her sleep as you walked out to the car. You had to rouse her when you got in, though, as she needed to sit up so you could buckle her in. She whined, but complied, sleepy and rubbing her eyes.

The ride over to Eddie’s was quiet, the radio playing softly as you watched Hawkins pass outside of the window. Robin pulled into Eddie’s driveway and you suddenly realized that you hadn’t been to his house yet.

Sage had fallen asleep again in the backseat, so you slowly got her out, telling Robin that you had it- don’t worry. She stayed in the car as you walked to the front door and knocked, rubbing Sage’s back as you waited for him to answer.

Eddie opened the door and saw his baby girl asleep in your arms. The sight made his knees feel a little weak. “Hey.” He whispered, stepping aside to let you in.

You smiled and walked into his house. It was cozy. There weren’t many decorations, but there was a killer music collection in the living room, bookshelves lined with cassettes and records and CDs, along with a few different ways to play the music. An acoustic guitar sat in the corner, covered in sparkly princess stickers, courtesy of Sage. A bin of toys sat beside the couch, and Sage had apparently set up a stuffed animal tea party at the bar in the kitchen. You really wouldn’t have expected anything else. It was perfect.

“Sorry it’s kind of a mess.” He whispered.

You shook your head, “It’s fine.” You adjusted Sage on your hip, “Where’s her room? I can just go lay her down.”

He led you down a hallway and to a room that looked like a rainbow sparkle unicorn barfed in it. It was so cute. You laid Sage down in her little bed before you and Eddie snuck out. You stretched as the two of you walked back to the living room, “You have a good day at work?” You asked, raising your arms above your head and stretching your back.

“Yeah. The usual, I guess. Seeing you was nice.” He smiled, reaching over and placing a hand on your waist, “Thank you for taking Sage. She was so bored. I feel bad- I really can’t afford a regular babysitter during the summers, so I just take her with me. There’s a tv and stuff in the break room, but having to entertain yourself for that long when you’re five years old is not easy.”

You nodded, “Of course, Eddie. I love hanging out with her.” You hummed, “And if she’s ever bored again, you can always call me and I can take her for the day.”

“You don’t have to do that.” He said softly.

“Yeah, I don’t. But Sage is a fun kid. Plus it’ll get me out of the house. I feel like I’m rotting in there.” You joked.

He chuckled, “Thank you.” He whispered before pulling you in for a hug. You hugged him back, taking in how he smelled: dust from the record store, a stale cigarette, coffee, and cologne mixed into an interesting and intoxicating smell that was distinctly him. You backed out of the hug, then looked down the hallway to ensure Sage wasn’t walking down it before leaning up and kissing him sweetly.

“I’ll see you this weekend?” You asked, looking hopeful.

He nodded, “Of course. I can’t wait.” He smiled.

You nodded and left his house, piling back into Robin’s car and driving off, feeling warm and fuzzy all over. Maybe you could let yourself start to think about the future a little more.

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joys-of-everyday · 2 years ago

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Love Confession

I love Shen Jiu. He is literally my favourite character. Maybe not ever, but up there.

To SJ, I dedicate this rabbit hole of takes. (And omg this ballooned into a monster)

Take 1: He’s a scum villain.

Take 2: He’s an abused, misunderstood soul who didn’t actual do most of the things he supposedly did. The Qius are the actual villains and taking vengeance was his right.

Take 3: Yes, his past was pretty bad and sure he didn’t do all of the things he supposedly did, but that doesn’t excuse his bad behaviour (he canonically, explicitly, very brutally abused a child) and ultimately, he’s still a villain. The massacre in the Qiu manor was excessively violent, and probably harmed a lot of innocent people.

Take 4: His actions and behaviour have to be taken in the context of the time. He lived in a world where violence and death were common, corporal punishment was acceptable, and subjected to violence from childhood. Judging him by modern standards is wrong. Also he was manipulated by Wu Yanzi.

Take 5: He still abused a child, not just physically but emotionally, alienated him from his peers, purposefully stunted his progress, with strong implication that he just wanted to crush LBH because he was jealous AND that he had done this to other kids. That’s pretty bad. Even YQY knew this was Not Okay. He just didn’t do anything about it. Despite being manipulated by Wu Yanzi, we see that a lot of the bad things he did, he did entirely by his own volition.

Take 6: But look at his face! How can you hate anyone with a face like that? (#PrettyPrivledgesAreReal)

Take 7: Firstly, there are two questions to be asked here. How do we judge Shen Jiu ‘in world’? How do we judge Shen Jiu as an 21st century reader?

To illustrate the difference, if LQG stabbed a serial killer in the world of SVSSS he would probably get a pat on the back for his hard work. If he did that in London today, he would be arrested for murder. We have different standards nowadays. But both questions are important, because I think most people would agree that just because society thinks it’s okay, that doesn’t make it okay in some broader sense. (Without going too deep into the theory of morality.) (Note this is a very serious question people argue about irl, so a discussion on SVSSS definitely isn’t going to cover it. E.g. how do you judge influential historical figures that had connections to the slave trade?)

1) In world.

There’s not much we know about the ethics of the SVSSS world, but let’s say it’s roughly 'ancient China' (sorry, condensing a few thousand years into one here). The unfortunate predicament was that the magnitude of your crime depended on your class. (And I understand that we do a lot of ‘oh look how backwards ancient China was’ in this fandom but Europe was atrocious too. Equality is a fairly modern take.) I think (and I’m not an expert so definitely call me out if I’m wrong but ew I just skimmed Slavery in Medieval China (Chapter 11) - The Cambridge World History of Slavery and damn life was tough) QJL beating a 12 yr old SJ would be sort of morally sus, but not like… earth-shatteringly terrible. SJ stabbing him in the stomach? Heinous crime. Now SJ abusing LBH is slightly worse because LBH is a disciple not a slave, but again not an earth-shattering crime – a stain on his reputation, but nothing on the level of the Qiu massacre. YQY could probably get away with not stepping in.

But also note, the application of the law and the views of the common people were two very different things. A layperson would probably have found the behaviour as disgusting as we do, if portrayals of villains in contemporary romances are anything to go by. (really random, but in the Romance of the Sui and Tang (written in 1695) I vaguely remember one of the heroes comes across a young man beating a woman on the street, accidently kills him, realises he’s a young lord, and has to run off because he’s about to be arrested. It’s meant to be satirical, I think)

On a more holistic level, SJ has a series of ‘character faults’ – promiscuity (arguably), disrespect of superiors etc. – which would have been judged more harshly than we might judge them now. (Being a dick to your boss is not really seen as a moral failing nowadays, although it may or may not class you as an asshole.)

2) As a modern reader

Again, lets split the question in two. There are roughly two stages to SJ’s life: before entering Cang Qiong, and after.

For before, we have the massacre of the Qiu manor, as well as various crimes under Wu Yanzi’s tutelage. (and note, ‘it was for vengeance’ will not get you out of prison these days, whether you agree with that or not (and yes, you can disagree. The law isn’t what is right, the law should be what we aim to make what is right)). There’s a reason there is a separate justice system for adolescents and adults – for one, we appreciate nowadays that adolescents are so heavily influenced by their environment that judging them by the same standards as adults is wrong. Giving Shen Jiu’s upbringing, I am going to tentatively put aside all of the things he has done in this stage of his life.

Now the primary failing of SJ’s character that we see during his time as peak lord is obviously LBH’s treatment, which by any modern standards would be a hideous, headline-worthy, prison-sentencing crime. And a bad childhood really doesn’t excuse that. Plenty of people have bad childhoods and end up fine.

On the other hand, many people have bad childhoods… and end up with bad adulthoods. Childhood trauma is linked to adulthood crime. Poverty is also another factor. There exists one (1) study which suggests a correlation between sexual abuse in males and becoming a perpetrator (please read with a very large dollop of salt. Abused becoming abusers is not as common as believed. See: The Myth Of The Abused Becoming Abusers | Defend Innocence. The issue is sensitive and complicated.) (Also I’m not going to argue whether SJ was sexually abused or not – that’s a whole other post. (which probably won't happen)) There is a serious question to be asked as to what level of personal responsibility can be taken by someone whose life shows a pattern of crime. Again, a very relevant real-life question people have argued about extensively for a very long time (e.g. reform vs punishment of criminals).

SJ’s life has been systematically stacked against him. His childhood taught him that having power excuses terrible behaviour. In adulthood, we see YQY systematically failing to teach him any better (and no shade on YQY – he had it pretty tough as well). Nobody shows any kind of deep understanding of his situation and his anxieties, because he is unable to communicate them without ruining his reputation (remember, slaves had few rights). We see his misbeliefs throughout the extra chapters – he is a bad person (for having natural responses to shitty situations), it is shameful for him to seek support and validation (toxic masculinity being harmful to men!), it’s better to be misunderstood than to be judged as weak. SQH suggests that after LQG’s death, SJ fully had a mental breakdown.

Trauma and mental health problems ruin people. (And btw, the stereotype that people with mental health problems are dangerous is extremely harmful.) That being said, being depressed can make you a pretty nasty person to the people around you. And I don’t just mean asking more of people sometimes, I mean the full-blown ‘knowing exactly what will hurt someone and doing it, out of spite’ kind of nasty. It’s a scary place to be in, that is extremely difficult to overcome without dedicated help. (And there’s strong evidence to suggest that adverse childhood experiences strongly correlate to health problems, e.g. mental health problems in later life. See the ACE studies.)

I think the question of how we judge SJ is so complicated, not least because we don’t actually know that much about him, but more so because actually what we’re all debating back and forth is a Very Hard Question. How do you judge someone like Nicky Cruz, gang member turned Christian Evangelist? Or even harder questions – if certain minority groups are statistically more likely to commit crimes, how do you deal with that? Sure, people who cause harm to others should be punished accordingly, but labelling them a villain and chucking them into prison causes mass injustice.

SJ is not a shining symbol of breaking class barriers. As an individual, he’s still a shitty person who did some shitty things. YQY is much better - he's a slave who became a sect leader and doesn't do much (much) wrong. But I think SJ does demonstrate that a better society for everyone (including SJ) leads to a better society for everyone (including LBH).

To ask other questions: Okay, LBH’s revenge was definitely excessive (I'm sorry but they got rid of torture as a punishment in the Han dynasty, okay. It's really not a good way to deal with things. Edit: they did not, but they stopped cutting off noses?) But what would have been an appropriate punishment? Could SJ, given the right circumstances, have found redemption? Was there a better path he could have walked?

Finally, a note on being a Bad Person vs being an asshole. Being rude is not nice. But it is not a crime either. Someone can be dislikeable and not really do anything wrong. I think confounding the issue is that SJ is both a Bad Person AND an asshole (in the most loving way possible). The former makes us want to call out aspects of the latter (oh look how he fought with LQG) (and yes, it’s explicit that it was usually SJ provoking him. Edit: it is not, see discussions below), but the latter is not a moral failing.

For example, had SJ not killed anyone, nor abused LBH, then he could probably get away with being an acerbic but maybe lovable figure. You can agree or disagree whether you want to be friends with him, but you probably wouldn’t complain about his existence. If he committed all of his crimes but was a wonderful person to chat with… he would be a JGY, and that’s a whole other can of worms.

Anyway, thank you for sticking with this monstrosity written far later in the night than is healthy. I would love to hear criticism/other takes!

#svsss #scum villans self saving system #shen jiu

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harryleatherfit · 2 years ago

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🌆 Upper East Side 🌆

f!reader x frankie morales

~~~Series Master List~~~

an acting AU full of desire and passion

Summary: It’s your last year of acting school at UNCSA. You and your best friend Laylah decide to transfer to NYU Tisch for your senior years. Not knowing it yet, but your talent is world firing. As a lone soul in NYC, you meet an enticing man that will utterly change your life forever. Mr Morales… but he’s also your professor.

Status: Ongoing

Trope: Teacher/Student : Soulmate : Slowish burn

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Word Count: 55k

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader (no y/n)

Warnings: Explicit, Mature, lots of sex (sns🙌) family emotional abuse, physical abuse, bullying, legal age gap (reader 22 frankie 42), squirting, v fingering, (Minors DNI)

Let me know if I’ve missed any so far! I’ll add on as I post chapters.

I may or may not add an FC but imagine her how you would like! Here’s the “aesthetic”I vision for her, but seriously feel free to see her as anything. For the reader, I just vision someone golden, an old soul and just human

🪩Main Master List🪩

** indicates smut

Chapter 1: The Letter

Chapter 2: Classes

Chapter 3: Guest Star

Chapter 4: Monologue

Chapter 5: Audition

Chapter 6: The Box**

Chapter 7: Call

Chapter 8: The Booth**

Chapter 9: Voice Lesson**

Chapter 10: Hands**

Chapter 11: Opening Night**

Chapter 12: Closing Night**

Chapter 13: After Party

Chapter 14: Halloween**

Chapter 15: TBA

Chapter 16: TBA

more coming soon🫣

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so far in the story i’ve written up to a little before halloween and the whole fic will be the whole school year so this may very well be 40 chapters long or 25 with time jumps. we’ll see but definitely chapters on holidays, conflict chapters ofc (met gala, oscar’s??). cant wait for more🗝️🗝️

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askrockandfriends · 2 years ago

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Danganronpa RP: Chapter 1 Deadly Life

A body has been discovered! Investigating the video room, the body of Kazuma Kiryu is found, appearing to have been beaten and battered in a fight. Upon investigation, the students discover a number of Truth Bullets:

1. Kiryu's Autopsy: The victim is Kazuma Kiryu, the Ultimate Yakuza. The victim suffered multiple blows to the head and body and suffered heavy blood loss and numerous bone fractures as a result. Poison was not involved in victim's death. Death was around 11:38 PM.

2. Evidence of a struggle: The video room suffered heavy damage in the apparent fight between Kiryu and the victim. The walls are cracked and dented all over and broken monitors littered the floor. Strangely, aside from the area around Kiryu's body, no blood has been found on the walls.

3. Guantlets: A pair of gauntlets looking like they belong to Yang Xiao Long that was found at the crime scene. They can be used for both punching and firing off Dust explosions, and have a smear of blood running through them. However, no traces of Dust were found on the walls of the room.

4. Hammer: A hammer that was found at the crime scene. Curiously, it has no blood on it.

5. Pipe: A bent pipe that was found at the crime scene. It has traces of blood on it.

6. Batman's Account: He and Kiryu made a pact to prevent any murders from happening, and thus have vowed to watch over the students.

7. Wario's Account: Kiryu is a tough cookie, so even the strongest fighters here would have a hard time going against him in a physical confrontation. Just ask Wario!

Homer's Account: Homer was having a midnight snack in the cafeteria when he saw a terrifying figure going back and forth outside. Though the lighting in the hallway is admittedly pretty bad, so Homer couldn't get a good look at them.

Captain Falcon's Account: Captain Falcon was training with Yang and Deku until well after midnight. A half hour before, he heard what appeared to be a crashing sound coming from outside, but didn't see anything suspicious.

Used Gauze: Some used-up gauze in the nurse's office.

Brock's Account: Brock was in the nurse's office early that morning and was the first to notice the used gauze. He didn't see anyone come in, though.

Live Feed: Camera footage recovered from the video room showing... all the rooms?

Are you ready for the class trial? Then...

CLASS TRIAL - ALL RISE!

#open rp #danganronpa rp #danganronpa

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armoricaroyalty · 2 years ago

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15 OC Questions

1. Are you named after anyone?

JACQUES: Pretty much everyone in my family is named after someone else. One of my middle names, Salim, is after my grandfather, who died before I was born. VIVIENNE: I'm not named after anyone, but 'Vivienne' was the name my parents picked out to use if my older sibling was a girl.

2. When was the last time you cried?

JACQUES: I don't cry. VIVIENNE: That's not true. JACQUES: [emphatically] I don't cry. VIVIENNE: He cried at our wedding. JACQUES: I did not. VIVIENNE: He did. And when our son was born. JACQUES: She cries all the time. VIVIENNE: [laughs] I'm an emotional person.

3. Do you have kids?

JACQUES: Just one, but— VIVIENNE: I've got my hands full with baby Hugo! JACQUES: I'd like to have another baby. Or two. What do you think, darling? VIVIENNE: We'll see.

4. Do you use sarcasm?

VIVIENNE: That's not really my style... JACQUES: Nah, if she's being mean she just does it straight up. VIVIENNE: [laughs] Jacques! JACQUES: I love it, though. I wouldn't have it any other way.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

VIVIENNE: Oh, I don't know. Hair color? Eye color? You know, physical stuff. Things like that. JACQUES: I just try to size them up, if I could take them in a fight. VIVIENNE: [laughs] He's kidding. That's a joke. JACQUES: You don't know that.

6. What's your eye color?

JACQUES: We both have brown eyes. VIVIENNE: You're supposed to say my eyes are beautiful, babe. JACQUES: Her eyes are beautiful. VIVIENNE: Thank you.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

VIVIENNE: I love happy endings. We both do. JACQUES: [nods] She hates being scared.

8. Any special talents?

VIVIENNE: Jacques is an internationally-ranked alpine skier. He won medals in all the youth divisions. JACQUES: She used to sing.

9. Where were you born?

JACQUES: I was born at Breizh Medical Center, same as all my siblings. It's a royal tradition. VIVIENNE: I was born at home, in Nordienne, on the west coast.

10. What are your hobbies?

VIVIENNE: Isn't this the same question as before? JACQUES: Yeah. I ski, she sings.

11. Have you any pets?

VIVIENNE: [laughs] I'll let him answer that. JACQUES: We just adopted a kitten. We named it Frank, before we realized it was a girl. VIVIENNE: Now her name is Frankie.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

VIVIENNE: Not many people know this, but I was a champion kickballer, back in the day. JACQUES: Nobody wants to hear about that. VIVIENNE: [laughs] JACQUES: I started focusing on my skiing career pretty young, but before that, I did all kinds of stuff. I was a really big hockey player, but my parents said it was too violent. So they made me switch to non-contact sports, like swimming and skiing. But I was always better at skiing, so.

13. How tall are you?

JACQUES: I'm 6'2'' (188 cm) VIVIENNE: People think I'm short, but I'm not. I'm 5'7'' (170 cm). [laughs] He's a giant, he makes me look short!

14. Favorite subject in school?

VIVIENNE: I loved school. I loved all of my classes, but if I had to pick a favorite...history, maybe? Or literature. I loved chemistry, too, but I think that the humanities were always my best subject. I loved calc, too, but— JACQUES: My favorite subject was gym.

15. Dream job?

JACQUES: Professional athlete. It still might happen. VIVIENNE: I'm living it, aren't I? It's hard to imagine doing anything else.

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author's note: Sorry for the slow response...it occurred to me I could do this in-character, so it had to wait until it made sense in the narrative! I was tagged by @nilonne, @trhor, @bridgeportbritt, and @ardeney-sims.

I tag anyone who hasn't had the chance but still wants to participate!

#armorica story #chapter 2 #chapter 2 part 3 #social media #character: jacques st. fleur #character: vivienne meijer

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hookedonapirate · 3 years ago

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Lady Cassidy's Lover

Summary: 1919 England, Emma Cassidy, wife of a baronet, finds herself trapped in a loveless marriage after the war leaves her husband, Neal, paralyzed from the waist down and unable to produce an heir.

Despite the obstacles, she sticks by her husband's side at Goldby Hall, his family's estate, but when she meets former army lieutenant and Neal's aloof gamekeeper, Killian Jones, she feels curiously drawn to his distant blue eyes and quiet demeanor.

At first, she seeks him out for reprieve from her soulless, mundane existence at Goldby Hall, but what starts out as purely physical quickly turns into more than either of them expects.

But Emma is a baronetess, wife of an aristocrat and Killian is a working class servant. Their love affair is frowned upon, and she risks losing her title, her wealth and her position in the world by being with him. But she is determined to get her happy ending with the man she loves. Even if it means losing everything else in the process.

A/N: Despite Emma's last name and marriage to Neal, this NOT a swanfire fic! This definitely ends with Captain Swan so if you're expecting swanfire, this is not for you.

This is the Lady Chatterley's Lover au no one asked for. I had never read the novel but when I watched the newest movie adaptation (there are 4 that I know of), I simply had to write this for CS even though I already have a mountain of wips in my doc. This fic will mostly be following the 1981 and 2022 versions. If you haven't watched the 2022 version, I highly recommend it, if no other reason than to watch Jack O'Connell.

This fic deals with mature themes (some of which the book was banned for back when it was written), adultery, postwar, language, smut.

Hope you enjoy!

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We've got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen—D. H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover

Chapter One

Emma releases a heavy sigh as she slumps down onto the sofa, relieved the ceremony is over with. If only the day were done too, so she wouldn't have to be subjected to dancing and all the other useless traditions of a wedding reception. Now she has to listen to dreadful toasts and her and Neal's family drone on about how perfect she and her new doting husband are together.

"So, how does it feel?" One by one, her sister, Mary Margaret unbuckles Emma's shoes and pulls them off her tired feet.

Emma shakes her head. "I don't know. Ask me tomorrow." Perhaps then she'll feel differently about exchanging vows with a man she barely knows.

She and Neal had met and courted shortly before he was shipped off to war, and during his leave, he had confessed he'd hated being without her and asked her to marry him. She had said yes and they were quick to get married before he returns to the front. Their fathers may have had a hand in rushing things along as well. Britain declared war with Germany three years ago, heightening Sir Rumpelstiltskin's long-held desire to see his only son marry and produce heirs to their fortune.

Emma's father, Sir Leopold, wants her to have a stable husband, and who better than a man with a hereditary rank and title? She and Mary Margaret were raised in Kensington by Sir Leopold, a royal academician and their mother, Eva, a well-educated socialist, and had what one might call an aesthetically unorthodox childhood. They had been taken to Paris, Florence and Rome to breathe in art, and to the Hague and Berlin for socialist conventions where the speakers spoke in every civilized tongue.

Emma comes from wealth and Neal from aristocracy, so some could say it's the perfect match, except for the fact she has not known him long enough to truly love him. But from her perspective, this marriage is the perfect arrangement. The perfect way to get her father off her back about finding a suitable husband like her sister's. Furthermore, she does not have to worry about getting hurt by someone she does not love. She has experienced what it's like to lose someone she loves. She lost her mother ten years ago to illness and had to witness her father almost become a shell of a man without her. Emma made up her mind long ago she would never give her heart to a man. She would never submit to him emotionally.

She has been with men before, of course, but none she had loved.

A man is like a child, and if he doesn't get what he wants, he whines and fusses, exposing an unpleasant side of himself. But a woman can yield to a man without yielding her inner, free self. A woman can take a man without truly giving herself away. Certainly, she can take him without giving herself into his power. Rather, she can wield the power over him.

"You need to eat something."

"I need to get out of this dress first." She doesn't quite care for the high-waisted empire line, the tiered skirt made of dreadful lace or the sleeves that fall to her elbows. It reminds her of a tablecloth rather than a dress. Don't get her started on the extravagantly large bouquet of flowers that nearly touched the ground when she held it. And she'd tossed away the Juliet veil as soon as she had returned to the bridal suite.

Mary Margaret agrees as she takes her hand and pulls her up, helping Emma out of her wedding gown and into a simpler dress for the reception.

"How do I look?" Emma asks once she's in it, twirling around in the green dress to give her sister the full effect.

Mary Margaret smirks. "Well, I doubt Neal will want to stay long at the reception."

Emma's cheeks warm as she stands in front of the mirror and removes her earrings, replacing them with emerald ones that will match her dress. She and Neal have not even had sex yet, so tonight will be their first time. "You don't think his mother would've approved?" Neal's mother was the daughter of a viscount before she died.

"Well, I'm not entirely sure I do."

Emma rolls her eyes at her sister as she recoats her lips in red lipstick. "Are we talking about the dress...or the wedding?" Not everyone can find their prince charming as she did. Mary Margaret's marriage to David was definitely not forced or rushed. They are true love, as she always likes to boast. "We had to marry quickly before he returns to the front in the morning."

"Yes, but couldn't you have just had sex with him instead of marrying him?"

Emma laughs. "Mary Margaret! Be serious." She studies herself in the mirror, turning and running her hand over her dress, deciding to leave her blonde hair braided into a crown atop her head. She looks like herself, but somehow different now that she's married. She had honestly never thought this day would come.

"I am. It's much less commitment, and it's all Neal will want anyway."

"Neal's not like that. He's kind and thoughtful. He makes me feel safe."

"You mean safe from getting hurt?"

Emma looks up to see Mary Margaret's reflection in the mirror as the brunette narrows her eyes. But Emma knows she can't lie to her sister. Mary Margaret would see right through her. Emma stands and turns around to face her. "Precisely."

Mary Margaret places her hands on Emma's shoulders. "See, that's just it. If you never open that heart of yours up to anyone, you'll grow old and gray without ever experiencing the wonderful things life has to offer."

"I do experience the wonderful things life has to offer." Not that sex is really that wonderful. It has always been merely a way to let off some steam.

Mary Margaret tilts her head. "I'm not talking about sex. I'm talking about love."

The clearing of a throat interrupts their conversation when Neal steps into the room with a tray of three wine glasses. "I brought reinforcements."

The two women blush when they realize he must have heard the tail end of their conversation.

Mary Margaret goes over to Neal and grabs one of the glasses, taking a sip. "You read my mind."

"I nearly drank yours on the way up," he tells her, chuckling as he hands one to Emma and takes the other one for himself. Setting down the tray, he clinks his and Emma's glasses together. "Cheers."

"Cheers." Emma smiles at her new husband and takes a sip.

"Our fathers are preparing their toasts."

Emma groans, not looking forward to going downstairs. "Can we face them together?"

"Of course." He smiles at her, and she has to admit, Neal is not the worst man she could've chosen for a husband. He's handsome and charming, his eyes crinkling at the corners when he smiles. She can tell he cares for her. "You look beautiful, Ems."

She offers a smile in return. "Thanks."

After they finish their wine, she takes his offered hand, allowing him to lead her downstairs, where their fathers give speeches and announce their hope for a new heir to Goldby.

~*~

Two years later

Dearest Mary Margaret,

I knew the war would change us all, I just didn't know how much. It feels as though it ended half a lifetime ago, not half a year. Neal and I have already moved away from London, and we've just arrived at Goldby, his family estate. Once we get settled in, I expect to write to you often.

Your loving sister,

Emma

Lady Cassidy gazes vacantly through the window as the motor-car winds through the park of oak trees. The sky is about as gray and murky as the future, for who knows what tragedies it may hold. Clouds of smoke rise from the chimney of the pit in the distance where Misthaven village struggles to stay afloat beyond the park gates.

The car pulls up in front of the eighteenth century home made of brown stone that sits on the top of a knoll, overlooking the park. This is her new home in the smoky Midlands where she and Neal will finally begin their married life at Goldby Hall, the family seat. His father had died of heart failure, and Neal is now baronet. But he claims his father died of chagrin since he and Emma are without a child. And they most likely will be childless forever. Not only did they never get the chance to consummate their marriage the night of their honeymoon since she had been too exhausted and he had been too anxious about returning to war, they never will.

The chauffeur opens Emma's car door and grabs her luggage.

"Thank you." She steps out, taking in her new home. This place is nothing like her childhood house in London. Goldby certainly needs a lot of work.

The housekeeper, Mrs. Potts, who worked for Rumpelstiltskin, approaches with her husband to greet them. "Welcome, Sir Neal. We've been praying for you."

Mr. Potts helps him out of the car, picking him up and placing him into his wheelchair. An explosion during the war left Neal paralyzed from the waist down, and the doctor said he may never be able to walk again.

Emma tries not to think about that, however. She tries not to think about how she may never get pregnant or be able to give birth to a child as long as she's with Neal. She will never get to raise children or watch them grow up and run around the park at Goldby. She can't think of herself anymore though. She is married to a baronet, whom she vowed to have and to hold, for better and for worse, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health until they are parted by death. After he returned from war, he told her he could never lose her, and she promised he never would.

She will spend the rest of her life keeping that promise.

"Mr. and Mrs. Potts, this is my wife, the new Lady Cassidy."

Mrs. Potts turns around to greet her with a curtsy. "It's so nice to meet you, milady."

Emma smiles, bows her head and steps toward her. "Nice to meet you."

Neal wheels himself over to his wife, and the four of them avert their attention to the worn-looking house towering over them. "There's plenty of work to be done," Neal comments. "Hire back all the workers we can, Mrs. Potts. Old girl's seen better days."

Emma places a hand on the back of his chair and tries to be optimistic. "We'll bring her back to life."

~*~

"Killian Jones." Sir Neal looks up from the application in his hand from where he sits at the other side of the desk. "You, uh, worked for my father before the war?"

"Aye, sir. For two years." When he returned, he heard Rumpelstiltskin had passed and that Neal would be taking over and hiring new staff.

"And you were an army lieutenant?"

Killian nods. "I was very sorry to hear about your father. My condolences, sir." He wishes he could say Sir Rumpelstiltskin was a good man, but that would be a lie. He was ridiculous, chopping down trees in the forest and weeding men out of his colliery to shove them into the war while he, himself, was a coward who stayed safe at home and buried his country in heaps of debt while claiming to be patriotic.

"Thank you." Neal looks at him skeptically. "Do you honestly believe returning to gamekeeping will be satisfying after your time as an officer?"

Killian shrugs, his fingers drumming along his wool cap. If he could, he would leave. Every night, he dreams of escaping to a new place where a new voice says his name with warmth, where eyes filled with love look at him instead of ones filled with hatred and betrayal, where he is not dismissed. There is no freedom here, there never will be. Milah doesn't love him, but nevertheless she holds him close. One more possession.

"Bit of quiet would do me good. I've seen enough of what war does to men." Not only had he seen men brutally die in battle, but his brother had been one of them. Every day, he tries to push away the horrific images that have plagued him since the war. Every day he tries to forget. About the war, about her. Being a gamekeeper, tending to the animals, breeding them, enjoying the quiet of the forest while protecting it will be therapeutic for him.

"Hmm. As have I." Sir Neal has learned firsthand what war can do to men. He himself was paralyzed from the waist down.

Rumors about his injury had spread before Neal came to Goldby.

Neal sets the application down and joins his hands on the desk. "Very well then. Welcome back, Mr. Jones."

"Thank you, Sir." Killian turns around and heads out of Neal's study, moving past the long line of men seeking employment. He was lucky the baronet had hired him so quickly, and he is grateful. Killian receives a monthly war pension, but since he and Milah are still legally married, she's entitled to half of it. So now he is stuck in Misthaven, barely skimming by to make ends meet while Milah prances around with various menfolk of the village, spending the money he had earned by going to battle and risking his life.

Now he spends restless, lonely nights in his cottage, thinking about his brother and the war and everyone else he has lost.

But at least he has Jolly to keep him company.

He returns home to his cottage, where she's waiting for him at the door. His lips crack into a big smile when he sees her. "There's my good lass." He kneels down to ruffle a hand through her fur as she yaps, wagging her tail excitedly.

She truly is a good dog and the best companion he could hope for. She's loyal and trustworthy and always appreciates his affections, unlike his wife who betrayed him to be with other men.

After everything that's happened, Jolly is the one good thing in his life.

All he has left.

#cs ff #captain swan #lady chatterley's lover au #based on a novel

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cestcirque · 3 years ago

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The multi-talented, all-rounder half of the strongest twins in high school

Total pages in guidebook: 2

*AS ALWAYS I’m still learning the language and cannot guarantee complete accuracy!

requested by anonymous 🤗

2013 Stats

Team: Inarizaki High School (Class 2-1)

Height / Weight: 183.8cm / 74.5kg

Birthday: 5 October 1995

Position: wing spiker

Siblings: twin

Favorite Food: food

Current Concern: He doesn’t even want to think about what he’d want to eat on the last day of his life

Note from Sensei: When he started talking about food, I decided, “That’s going to be his thing.”

Nuts & Bolts: Power 4/5 – Jumping 4/5 – Stamina 4/5 – Game Sense 4/5 – Technique 4/5 – Speed 4/5

Jersey Number: 11

Ability

Lots of flexibility in both physical and mental strength

In the middle of a match, even when Atsumu suddenly decided to challenge Karasuno’s “freak quick,” Osamu immediately responded. He has the talent to calmly watch the pace of the game, no matter what the flow, and still maintain his flexibility.

Caption: A position-switch setup for a minus tempo attack (left). Immediately covering for Atsumu’s missed toss. His judgement is tremendous even the blink of an eye (right).

Personality

Seemingly boundless [open?], but also stubborn [tricky words here, not sure about this]

Osamu is often compared to his twin Atsumu. Though Osamu has a calmer and steadier personality, he still hates to lose and is simply better at conducting himself than Atsumu. Sometimes he’s even more stubborn than his brother.

Influences (those who influenced him)

Miya Atsumu: someone to share in his anger and laughter [the word used here implies joint ownership 🥺]

Osamu says that it isn’t “trust” or “faith” that he has in his brother. Instead, there is something more than trust that comes from the sharing of time. [y’all this is adorable]

Memorable Scenes Timeline

2013: Demonstrating his super combination plays together with Atsumu.

In the match with Karasuno, he showed smooth setups and good coordination, so it was said that “even if you manage to contain Miya Atsumu, his twin Osamu will cover for him.” He showed a strong presence in the team’s plays with skills such as improvisation and defense.

“I’m frustrated that I’m not more frustrated.” (Chapter 279)

Caption: Osamu’s toss, running from the back line and reminiscent of his brother’s own toss, toying with their opponents.

2018: The V.League arc.

Choosing not to pursue volleyball, he started his business “Onigiri Miya” after graduation. He has a production contract with his former teammate Kita, and his brand of rice “Chanto.” [callback to one of Kita’s iconic sayings “chanto yanen,” or “doing things properly”]

#Osamu on the brain #miya osamu #haikyuu guidebook #translations

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renneiscent · 3 years ago

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The Heist (Chapter 13)

So, yeah.. this is the next chapter. First of all, let’s start with I want to apologise since it’s not my field and I’m not in expert with system and stuff, but I do my research and I hope this time I didn’t screw up anything. Please enjoy!

For understanding the whole story, you can check here:

The Heist 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

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“Hm, let me think.” He mumbles.

He is leaning his head on the side of the couch, looking at the ceiling above us while his arms folded in his chest. My eyes are observing him, trying to decipher what he is thinking. He used to say this on our private chat when we investigated Hannah’s case back then, every time we come up with conclusion and search the next method to begin with. I never knew I would have the opportunity to see this in real life, right in front of my eyes. This is so captivating.

“An air-gapped network is one that has no physical connection to the public internet or to any other local area network which is not itself air-gapped,” finally he says something. But it’s more like he’s speaking to himself rather than talking to me.

“So, it’s just a fancy way to describe the device has no internet connectivity.” I comment.

“Correct. All protocol to transfer file and network which common for transferring data files are disconnected from outside the world.” He continues while his gaze is still on the ceiling.

“Like emails, browsers, and.. etc?” kind of not sure or probably forgot about the rest so I just said ‘etc’, forgive me to not pay attention more to the class. But it makes him smiles after listen to my words then turns himself to look at me, finally.

“Yes, and etc,” while still smiling, he continues, “a proper air-gapped network means that devices within the network are invisible to, and effectively isolated from, remote threat actors, who often scan the public internet for vulnerable machines through services.”

“An air-gapped system, of course, is able to communicate with other physically separated devices, but any means of data transfer outside of the network must take place through external hardware, temporarily attached to the network.” Now his eyes are looking something else but me.

“Like flash drive.” I murmur. If we wanted to access it directly, we have to approach or get close to its physical location; the voice in my head is asking the question. Well…

“No. I do not want to risk it,” Jake responded immediately, his expression is hard to read but something in his gaze toward me showing worries.

“Huh?” My eyebrows raise, kind of surprise because it sounds he commented the exact question that ringing in my head; like he knows exactly what I’m thinking.

He shook his head and ignoring my response then continues, “no system is safe,” he mumbles to himself, I still can't take my eyes off him. I cannot help myself but giggle after listen when he said the famous words in every hacker movie.

“Air-gapped system is an impressive way to protect a device from online threats, but it is by no means impervious. The system itself will be inconvenient for the operators..” he trails off. I’m a bit lost with his cliff-hanging statement. I can see he clenches his jaw.

“Jake, what is it?” the silence between us didn’t make it any easier so I ask impatiently.

“MC.” He is changing his position, making his body face me. Both of his hand reach mine then putting it between his, holding it tight with a little bit squeeze. His eyes stares at me deeply, like trying to transfer whatever he has on his mind. “How much do you trust me?”

I have no clue about what’s happening right now but I feel like this is going somewhere I won't like, “it depends.”

“Well..” Again, he trails off. I have absolutely no idea where this is going but from what I’m observing with his action in front of me, uneasy, this is going to be a next argument between us. The circumstance right now feels like how Jake and I debated about I suggested talking to Alan for reaching Hannah or when I decided to go to Duskwood to meet the perpetrator, my old friend.

“Jake, you scared me.”

“Let’s say I have solution to our problem.” He begin to speak, I listen to it carefully for the next statement that he will make but nothing. So, I push him to talk.

“And?”

“Solution which I know you would never like.”

“Then, don’t say it. Let’s find another solution.” I can sense he try to do another stupid suicidal mission.

“Air-gapped systems have another flaw; the humans that operate them. As much as you know, there will always be human error. We can see that as opportunity.”

“So, you are not going to listen what I have just said?” I snort.

“I know few things about him, I have been with him for long time, and I might be able to know some of people he is working with. What if I contact one of them to persuade them for doing bidding and gain information?”

“Are we switching soul right now?” my tone shows displeasure.

“I’m not quite sure with what you mean by that,” he frowns.

“I used to be that one who persuade and wrap people in my fingers while you are doing something behind the screen; not meddling with anyone who breathing, besides me. And let’s stay that way.”

“You have no idea what you are talking about; I do know some of these people, I probably know some of the patterns and I am more capable to do this, besides..” he sighs, “I cannot allow you to put yourself in danger.”

“Oh, are we into this conversation again?” I takes back my hand that he’s been holding all the time, it makes him flinched.

“MC, listen to me.” his hand tries to reach to mine again but I stood up from the couch immediately, put the hands on my waist.

“No, you listen. You have no idea how it’s hard for me to wait the news from you. Every single day. After what happened to Richy crushed me inside, waiting for your news is the one that makes me survive every day.”

My eyes right now kind of blurry, but I don’t want to fall tears so I look up and face the ceiling.

“I believe you sort of genius but in the moment like this, you cannot just let yourself drown on your savior complex for protecting me. I never want that.” I try hard to make my voice is stable, hiding my desperation, but it sounds more weird than I thought.

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friedbaekhyunandeggso · 3 years ago

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Reason ~ ch.7

Pairing: Female OC x Levi Ackerman

Tropes: Instructor x Cadet, Strangers to Lovers, Male MC falls first

Warnings: angst/slow-burn, strong language, upcoming smut(18+ readers only for those chapters pls 🙈), physical assault/violence, mentions of scars

Brief Summary: This story takes place a few years after the Fall of Shiganshina. Devon Alba is in her final year of the 101st Training Corps (844-847), due to her success as a cadet she gets the chance to meet Captain Levi. She doesn’t think too much of him until he catches her in the midst of doing something that she isn’t entirely supposed to be doing. But surprisingly, this leads to something unexpected...

Keith, Monty and Devon stood outside the girls bathroom. They’d all just finished their classroom studies for the day.

Monty was excitedly going on about the health benefits of several herbs he’d learned about in one of his survival skill classes.

Keith leaned against the wall, “Monty, can we please talk about something interesting? You're hurting my brain.”

Monty shut the book in his hands, “Sorry, just thought you’d want to know that rosemary leaves are good for wrinkles.”

Keith suddenly straightened, “Are you tryna say I have wrinkles?”

Monty grinned while Devon jabbed him with her elbow.

“No-he is not.” she interjected.

She wasn’t in the mood to hear Keith go on a tangent about his looks. Keith was very sensitive about the upkeep for his ‘beautiful’ face.

“If I have wrinkles just tell me.” he demanded.

“He’s just messing with you, beauty queen.” she rolled her eyes.

He glared before slumping against the wall again, “Not funny.”

He then grumbled, “My mom still wants to see you guys come by to get free facials.”

Keith’s mother was a beautician—which was a relatively new career path but it was slowly gaining more traction. It was also the main reason why Keith cared so much about his face.

“Psh—as if.” Monty declined.

“Your loss.” Keith looked over at Devon, “What about you? My mom wants to meet you.”

“Me?”

He glanced away quickly, “And Imada.”

“She’s already met Imada.” she stated.

He suddenly appeared flustered, “Yeah well…you're the only one in the friend group she hasn’t met yet so she’s curious.”

He then faced Monty, “You’d probably be interested to know that Imada is coming to get a facial on friday.”

Monty’s face turned beet red, “Oh.”

Keith tilted his head—his tone mocking, “Not too opposed to getting a facial now, are ya?”

Monty glared.

Keith punched Monty’s chest playfully, “When are you going to tell her, big guy?”

Monty shifted nervously, “I really shouldn’t have told you guys.” he mumbled.

Devon smiled a bit, “Even if you didn’t, it wouldn’t be that hard to figure out.”

“What?!” Monty exclaimed in horror, “Am I obvious?”

Keith chuckled, “It’s not a bad thing. It’s kinda cute. You look like a lost puppy around her.”

Monty looked like he’d just been electrocuted.

“Relax. It’s really not that obvious but since we know you—it is.” Devon corrected.

Monty ran a hand over his face, shaking his head.

“It doesn’t even matter. She doesn’t like me.”

“You don’t know that though!” she rebutted.

“I do know it.” he sighed.

“Oh please,” Keith snorted, “Devon, why don’t you talk to Imada and see what she thinks about him?”

“Um..”

“Wait-but you can’t tell her that I like her.” Monty added, looking petrified.

“Guys, I really don’t think I’m the one for this,” she complained. “If she asks me why I’m asking about you-which she will-then I’m gonna have to tell her.”

“But you can’t.” Monty insisted.

“But she knows when I’m lying!”

Before anyone could respond, Imada emerged from the bathroom.

“Hey guys. I just heard someone rip the nastiest fart I’ve ev—“ she paused when she saw all their faces, “What happened to you guys?”

“Nothing.” They all said in unison.

Imada folded her arms, “You guys are horrible liars.”

Keith slipped his arm around Imada’s shoulders, “You know, the regular dumb shit. Just told Monty that you were gonna get a facial at my Moms on Friday and now he wants to come along to fix his wrinkles.”

“Wrinkles?” she giggled. “He’s only nineteen.”

“Apparently stress can give you wrinkles.” Keith informed her.

Imada glanced over at Monty as she lightheartedly asked, “MonMon, are you stressed?”

“What’s there to stress about?” Monty responded.

“I can think of a few things.” Keith said with a devious smirk.

Monty shot him a look, “I’m gonna beat your ass.”

Keith winked at him, “Spank me, Daddy.”

Keith bolted a second before Monty ran after him. The girls laughed in their wake.

Devon glanced around once-more before slipping into the kitchen. She closed the door behind her with a relieved sigh.

“There you are.”

She froze-nearly going into cardiac arrest-until she saw Levi’s slouched frame sitting on the kitchen counter.

She was speechless.

“You going to stand there all day? I’m hungry.”

She swallowed-her mind racing with a million questions.

“You…” she trailed off.

He looked over at her and raised a brow.

“Never mind.” she muttered.

If he wasn’t snitching on her then she wouldn’t complain. The whole situation felt so bizarre. Captain Levi coming back to eat her food? She didn’t even think that was possible.

She walked past him to the food storage freezer. She grabbed a bunch of vegetables before plopping them down onto the counter besides Levi.

She then went to the pantry to retrieve onions and canned beans.

He glanced down at the array of ingredients beside him, “How many more vegetables do you need?”

Despite his monotone voice, his sarcasm wasn’t missed.

She flushed, “That’s all. The recipe for this meal actually has meat in it but I don’t have that so… vegetables will do.”

After that, he let her cook in silence.

Every so often, in between glancing at the recipe and preparing the meal she’d shoot glances at him.

He’d slid off the counter and moved his perch to one of the stools nearby. She’d caught him looking at her a few times. Other times, he kept himself busy by wiping down his personal knife with a handkerchief.

Despite his downcast countenance, she couldn’t help but notice how handsome his side profile was. His nose was quite literally perfect. His roundish face would’ve given him a more youthful appearance had his half-lidded eyes and ever-present subtle scowl not existed.

She shook her head, refocusing on the task at hand-which was to stir everything together. After a moment of doing that, she reread the recipe to make sure she’d completed all the steps before returning all the remaining ingredients to their designated spots.

When she returned from the freezer she saw Levi standing in front of the stove. The lid of the pot in his hand.

He was still peering down at its contents when he said, “It looks like shit.”

She rolled her eyes, “Does it smell like it though?”

She took the lid from his hands and placed it back over the pot.

“Give it five more minutes and it should be done.”

Five minutes later, they were sitting across each other in the same spot as yesterday. They both had steaming bowls in front of them.

She reached out to hand him a spoon.

He took the spoon, “You said this was chili?”

“Yes-Vegetarian chili but yes.”

For some reason, she couldn’t bring herself to eat just yet. She was too eager to see his reaction first.

He scooped out a small portion and raised it to his lips. He took a small sip before taking the whole spoonful.

She saw him close his eyes for a moment-as if savoring it-before nodding in approval.

She smiled wide—wanting to jump up and fist pump the air but she contained herself.

She looked over to see him staring at her with wide eyes.

“What’s wrong? Is it good?”

“Yeah, it’s—“ his brows furrowed for a millisecond before continuing, “It’s good.”

She tilted her head-wanting to decipher his expression, “Were you not expecting it to be?”

“Pft. Cocky already?” he noted dismally.

“What—“ she then registered how her question had been taken. “No. But…I suppose, since you did come back for my food instead of snitching on me I am more confident in my skills.”

“I can still snitch.”

She reached out to take his bowl, “I’ll just take that back-“

He swatted her hand away, “Get your filthy hands away from my soup.”

She gasped before narrowing her eyes, “Oh so it’s your soup now.”

“Last time I checked the only reason you got to cook in that kitchen today is because I let you. So, yes, it’s my soup.”

She stared in astonishment before scoffing, “Whatever.”

“Don’t be a brat.”

She gaped at his brazen words, “I-I’m not!”

“Whatever.” he mocked her tone.

A slight laugh left her lips as she blushed-realizing how childish she had sounded. She glanced up when she felt his gray eyes boring into her face. It would’ve felt like he was glaring at her if that wasn’t his constant expression.

He gripped his spoon tightly, “You didn’t eat yet.”

“Oh-right.” she nearly forgot to try her own chili in her excitement.

She ate a spoonful and hummed in approval. It was hearty and flavorful. Much better than the bland soup they were typically served. Though, she couldn’t fault the chef for not making chili because it would use up more than half of the rare shipment of vegetables to serve all the cadets.

He watched her eat. It was oddly satisfying to see her eat so…fulfillingly. Something about her poise made him see just how grateful she was for each spoonful. He’d seen people eat like that before…homeless people.

Has she ever been homeless?

That pretty blush returned to her face and she lowered her spoon.

“What?” he said, his voice tight.

She avoided his gaze, “I can’t eat when you're… looking at me.”

He was silent for a moment-assessing her reaction.

“What’s there to look at?”

Her eyes widened, “A-are you serious?”

“Very.”

“But you were literally staring.”

“Was not.”

“Were too!”

“Such a brat.”

A slight chuckle left her lips before she raised a brow, “I didn’t realize Captain Levi had a sense of humor.”

“Who said I was joking.” he said, his face completely expressionless.

She ran a hand over her face, “You’re impossible.”

She swore she saw the corner of his mouth twitch but her view became obscured when he turned his head down to resume eating the chili.

She fell asleep that night feeling rather giddy. It was quite an unfamiliar feeling but she let herself revel in it.

Cooking in solitude every night had been her little secret. A moment in time that she enjoyed alone. And somehow her little secret had become a party of two.

And surprisingly enough, she didn’t hate it.

In fact, she kind of wanted it to happen more often. It felt nice to have someone else-someone new-around. Especially someone she knew she could learn so much from. But-just like herself-Levi wasn’t exactly an open book.

A small part of her wanted him to be—at least with her, anyway. But she didn’t dare get her hopes up. He was one of her instructors after all.

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nyeddleblog · 3 years ago

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DEMONIA [PART 1]

Pairing: 0scar Isaac x Female! Oc. Warnings: mentions of murder, mentions of torture, mentions of death, paranormal and pseudoscience subjects such as: satanism, demonology, mentions of witchcraft, mentions of ghosts, mentions of cryptids, mentions of cryptozoology, mentions of aliens, mentions of ufology, sexual jokes and sexual themes (as in: sex in general). Depression, anxiety, self harm, eating and sleeping disorders. Summary: in which Simone Pierre is a sleep deprived undergraduate and Oscar Isaac is the English professor who's doing his best to keep her sane.

Chapter 1: The Beginning.

Warnings: mentions of drinking, maybe some inaccuracy in terms of careers and majors because I really don't know how that works in other countries.

Simone woke up to the sound of her phone buzzing, her whole body aching from the night before. The room around her was spinning and she groaned, trying to remember the moment she fell asleep. She was probably too exhausted to actually get ready for bed because, right then, she felt incredibly uncomfortable; wearing the same tight clothes as yesterday, her make up smeared, her shoes dangling from her feet...

Her phone kept buzzing until she finally realized what that meant.

She groaned again, dreading more human interaction, "Hello?"

"Jesus Christ, Simone" Oscar exclaimed on the other side, chuckling a bit "Are you sure it's really you?"

"As far as I can tell, it's still me" the girl answered, humming slightly when her knuckles eased the blur on her eyes by rubbing them, "What do you need, professor?"

"Aw, Simone, sweetheart, you know you can call me Oscar...!" Her former docent was in a good mood, like most days. It made her smile, humming once more in agreement, "I called you to make sure the dean had sent you the information about our classes together."

Simone fell back on the bed, her eyes closed as she felt the sleep take over her coherent movements, "He did, yeah..."

"And did you receive my email?"

"Yup, I did...!"

"Great!" the professor exclaimed happily, creating a sweet, sleepy smile on her lips, "I'll get to your apartment in about an hour then!"

"See you...!" she dragged out the words until she heard the loud beeping of her phone, alerting her that he hung up the call. With that, she happily let her shoes fall off her feet and rolled over on the bed to keep sleeping on her side.

It would be a lie to say that she understood anything from what professor Isaac had just told her, so she went over his words over and over in the verge of slumber.

Last night had been one of the best nights she's had in a long time; she went out with some friends to celebrate her first job after graduating, even if it was one at the same university she was still studying at.

She was never a wild party goer, and her friends were pretty chill. They went to a karaoke, gossiped about some of their old classmates, sang a few songs and that would be it. But maybe, just maybe, drinks got a little out of hand...

"Wait, what did he say?" Simone murmured to herself, finally opening her eyes.

She definitely wasn't prepared to receive anyone. Not physically, and definitely not mentally; besides, her apartment was a mess. She wouldn't be able to find a solution in an hour...

11:38. The call was at 11:38, and it was 12:30 pm. She definitely blinked too hard for more than she thought, because she didn't have an hour... She had barely ten minutes.

She stood up quickly and ran through her small apartment to pick up any lose clothing that could be roaming around; left the dirty dishes on the sink, closed the kitchen door, accommodated the pillows on the sofa and ran barefoot to her bathroom to see how bad she looked. She was, in fact, a mess. Not only over dressed, but make up smeared everywhere and hair looking like a bird nest.

"I really, really want to die right now..." she sighed, overwhelmed by the weight of her own body, and how much she craved her bed.

She washed her face, took some time to untangle her hair and threw the tight dress onto the bathtub. The cotton pads, covered on mascara and blush, were left right next to the soap on top of the bathroom sink and, as she heard the door bell, she got onto a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. She would have admitted it wasn't the best outfit she had, if it weren't because she normally used something similar to college.

"I'm coming!" she yelled, giving a last look around her place to check that everything was in order because Oscar wasn't exactly her boss, but she wanted to keep it formal. She wanted to look worthy of her position.

When the girl opened the door, looking down into the man's bright smile, she could feel a mild mockery on his eyes. "Simone!"

"Professor!"

"You have... Only one earring!"

The girl's eyes widened as she stepped out of the door's way to let him in, her face lighting on fire, both hands going to her ear to feel the golden heart. The other was right next the cottons on the sink. And she prayed to god he didn't need to use her bathroom, because there was the whole evidence of the already evident hang over.

"It's... Yeah, it must have fell when I was sleeping... I didn't really dress up for the occasion, sorry..."

"It's okay" he brushed it off, "I was just letting you know in case it fell somewhere. You're barefoot, I wouldn't want you getting hurt with your own earring"

"Yeah, that'd be... Embarrassing"

"And painful"

She smiled politely, pointing at her small sofa to invite him to sit. He did, flopping down between the pillows in the relaxed, friendly way his whole attitude reflected. Simone stood up, feeling too awkward to be that close to him, and she would definitely be if they shared the sofa.

"So...!" the man exclaimed, clapping, making her wrinkle her nose at the noise, "I heard you're getting a master on demonology!"

She laughed, looking behind her to grab one of the chairs of the singular dining table, "And your hearing is right, because I am!"

"What got you into demonology, of all things? I thought you'd be one of mine!"

"I'm sorry to be a traitor, professor..." Five years, it's been five years since she got her English Degree and that word was still stuck on her tongue. "But you knew I was always interested in folklore, and after getting my bachelor degree..."

"Oh, don't worry!" A heartfelt laugh escaped his lips, "It's just... Isn't it scary? I never understood why we even had a course on Demonology in this University, always wondered what kind of people would want to take it..."

"And here I am"

"And here you are!"

Simone rolled her eyes, entertained. "Why are you here, professor?"

"Stop calling me professor!" Oscar exclaimed playfully, clapping his hands "You didn't read the email, did you?"

She wrinkled her nose, "I said I got it, not that I read it."

"Smart woman" the man looked at her, squinting his eyes, "We have to check the syllabus and I thought we could do it together. Besides, I wanted to judge your choices of career path..."

"Oh my god, you're such a pain" Simone shook her head, "Yeah, let's check the syllabus."

#oscar isaac #oscar isaac x reader #oscar isaac fanfiction #oscar isaac x oc #moon knight #poe dameron #oscar isaac fic #oscar isaac fanfic #oscar isaac fluff #oscar isaac smut #oscar isaac one-shot

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honeyquinns · 3 years ago

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CLUB HELLFIRE

( prequel )

warnings // death, sickness, alcohol abuse, abuse, cussing, drugs, murder, s1 steve but younger

a/n: hey guys!! so i decided to post every Sunday for this series. i’m not sure how many chapters i want yet. this may become an ongoing series like “seasons” of a show where i’ll do a certain amount of chapters as ‘season 1’ and so on. depending on how much you guys enjoy it, that’s when i can decide. i will also be posting this on wattpad for those that don’t use tumblr. my username there is honeyxquinns and i will be posting there on Sundays as well. i hope you guys enjoy the series and i will continue to post little blurbs in between chapters just for funzies <3 *****for character descriptions of who will mainly be in the series, go to my wattpad*****

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1978

Stacie was laying in her bedroom doing her algebra homework for Mr. Stevie’s class, blasting Judas Priests new album ‘Stained Class’. she was never a huge metalhead but her best friend Eddie introduced her to it. She were always more of a fleetwood mac, Tina Turner type of girl. Her mom used to blast plenty of Prince and Michael Jackson that she also liked to listen to sometimes. Her dad would play bands like black sabbath and mötorhead but it wasn’t until she met Eddie that she got more into metal. it was almost freeing in a way. Just head banging to the beat, jumping around to the rips of the guitar and the heaviness on the drums. it always was a good distraction for her when things would turn bad.

1968, Stacie had just turned 3 two weeks before her mom has given birth to her little brother Charlie, when she died from complications. it was just her, her father Don and her little brother Charlie. Don never took it well but did what he could for his children. Everything went further down hill from there when 2 years later, Charlie has been diagnosed with leukemia. he had been really sick for months and managed to get better but 2 weeks later died. it tore Stacie and Don apart and ruined their relationship. They had to move into hawkins, a quiet small town and couldn’t afford much so moved into a trailer park. Don would drink and become verbally abusive toward Stacie by saying everything was her fault and that he wished it had been her to die instead of her mom and brother. he would get physical by throwing things at her and pushing her into walls. Although Stacie was only 11, she felt as if she could handle anything and was super strong. Eddie always made her feel that way. They met in elementary school during recess. Eddie had been getting picked on my his bully Steve, calling Eddie a ‘freak’ and that he has no mommy or daddy, pushing him around. it really hurt her feelings knowing she knew what that felt like so she went ran over to Steve, pushed him back and punched him right in the eye leaving a bruise. he yelled screaming and running toward a teacher but she didn’t care. “Hi, i’m Stacie” she says helping up the little skinny boy who was slightly taller than her and had short, almost buzzcut like curly hair. “Hey, i’m Eddie” he says smiling but quickly frowns when we realizes his lip stings from a cut caused by Steve. “hey it’s not so bad.” she says pointing at his lip. “nothing a little baby wipe can’t help” they both laugh. “thank you for helping me but you really didn’t have to. Steve always pushes me around, he’s just an ass and only does it because of his friends” Eddie says shrugging “did you just move here or something? i’ve never seen you around before” she looked up at him, his big brown eyes being curious “yeah, i used to live in the town 30 miles from here but me and my dad recently came here” she looks down, a little sad but not wanting Eddie to know why they had to move there. “oh! well cool because i don’t really have any friends and considering you beat the shit out of Steve for me, i think this is the start of a very good friendship” they both smile at each other and laugh. “i would love to be your friend..hey! do you like lord of the rings?” she said happily, “what!? of course i love lord of the rings. i’ve read the book 5 times!” his eyes widen with excitement. “i’ve never met any girl who’s into fantasy! do you like dungeons and dragons too?” he starts getting even more happy that he’s finally found someone who’s interested in the same things he is “well no-“ Stacie says “i’ve heard of it but i don’t really know how to play. it seems hard” Eddie stands up straight, like a knight and puts his hand on his chest “no worries Princess Stacie, i can teach you all ways of the game! i’ve always wanted to create my own club. maybe you can be part of it..” he trails off a bit “although, it’s meant to be played with more people but i think we can manage. just use our imagination” she smiles at that, she never thought she could make a friend so easily let alone have them willing to hang out with her so quick.

“i would love that!” she says. “sick! you can come over to my house! my uncle wouldn’t mind and he makes the best roast beef sandwiches” Stacie’s smile drops. she’s never been to anyones house before and lately her dad has been very mean so she wasn’t sure if he’d let her. “well i don’t know. my dad hasn’t really been in a good mood lately and i’m kind of scared to ask.” Eddie looks at you sadly but perks up “well what if i come over? where do you live?” “umm i think it’s like san street, san something” she says like a question. “sandustin street?! that’s where i live!” he says excitedly. “i didn’t see you on the bus this morning” he says “my dad drove me, sometimes he does at least” Eddie still being excited says “well how about this? we can take the bus home and meet up later and i’ll teach you the basics about D&D. there’s a small park further down the street and we can just hang there. that way if your dad is looking for you, he can just look out the door” Stacie was hesitant but she couldn’t pass up on a friend, not a friend like Eddie anyhow. for an 8 year old, Stacie didn’t mind ignoring her fathers wishes. she knew it was just because he was an asshole and always drunk so even if he said no, she knew she could sneak away while he slept with a beer in his hand. she thought for a second if she should actually do it but smiled “yeah! i’m sure he wouldn’t mind. okay, i’ll do it!” they both smile at each other “cool!” Eddie says. after that the bell rings and they head back to class. Apparently Eddie really doesn’t pay attention because he had no clue Stacie was even in the same class as him. it could’ve also been because she was pretty quiet and would only talk to the other little girl next to her, Nancy but Eddie was never really the one to pay attention to school things.

back to present ‘78, as Stacie was still finishing up her algebra she heard a knock on her window. She looks up and sees Eddie smiling, walks over to the window and lets him in. “What are you doing here? My dad is not in the mood at all so don’t be loud or he’s gonna kick your dumb ass out again!” he trips coming into the window but catches himself on you bed. “He’s not gonna hear me! i saw him through the kitchen window before i came here, he’s slumped over with 3 beers in his lap. he’ll be out for hours.” Eddie knew about everything. the drinking, the abuse, everything in Stacie’s past and he understood it completely. Eddie lost his mom when he was 4 and his dad went to prison then later died after being shanked and left for dead in his cell. His Uncle Wayne ended up taking him in and while it was hard, Eddie was grateful that he had such an amazing uncle who he actually referred to as his dad. Wayne also in fact knew of Stacie’s situation and would always make sure she’d eat, had clothes, school supplies and more. Wayne didn’t have much but he always did what he could for Eddie and Stacie. A lot of times Stacie wishes that Wayne was her dad and that the nightmare she lived in would just go away. “what are you even doing here anyway? copy my algebra homework yet again?” she said smartly. She knew Eddie was incredibly smart, he just lacked a lot in the homework/test department “no i didn’t come here to copy your algebra homework” Eddie said mocking her tone “i planned on doing that tomorrow morning on the bus. i CAME here because that new movie Halloween releases tonight” he says with eyes super wide. Every month Stacie and Eddie would go to the movies to watch a new release. Last year they went to see The Hobbit and a month ago they went to see The Lord of the Rings. They tried sneaking in to see The House of the Dead but got caught and kicked out. “no way! we tried sneaking in last time and Wayne yelled so much at us, i thought i was gonna lose my hearing” Stacie said. “if we get caught again, you can kiss your freedoms goodbye Munson!“ Eddie rolled his eyes and smacked his lips “no way my dad is gonna find out this time. I have a plan” she looks at his smirking knowing exactly what he’s gonna do and squints her eyes at him “you’re gonna go through my dads stash aren’t you?” he smiles hugely “of course. he’s never noticed before plus i heard this guy Rick is a huge pothead, i’m sure i could bribe him with acres” she rolled her eyes at him “grams dumbass and fine but ONLY a tiny piece. he almost got my head with a remote last time” Eddie frowned, he never liked that she’d make jokes about her abuse but he knew that was just the way to cope with it sometimes so he let it be. “well let’s go! the first showing is at 9!” he goes through her closet, grabbing one of her jackets and throwing it at her. “go out through your window, i’ll meet you there” he quickly but quietly walked out of her room, heading to the living room. He sneakily walks past Don’s snoring body trying not to wake him, grabbing a small box that had nuggets of weed inside, he grabbed 2 nuggets and stuffed him into his pocket. Don moved a bit and Eddie stopped dead in his tracks. He held his breath and closed his eyes, hoping he wouldn’t wake the beast. Once Don adjusted into a new position, Eddie breathed out after nearly turning blue and sped walked quietly into Stacie’s room and crawling out her window.

the two hopped on Eddie’s bike and rode to the local theater, The Hawk. they both walked inside getting their usual snacks, Stacie grabbing fun dip, Eddie grabbing twizzlers and both sharing a very, unnecessary large bowl of popcorn. they both went walking around to find Rick. “where do you think he is?” Stacie says as she fills her cup up with a fountain coke. “probably somewhere getting high” Eddie says trailing off to find another employee “hey, you know where Rick is?” he asks a tall, red headed boy with braces and glasses. “who’s asking?” the boy said. Eddie looked at him enthusiastically “Tell him Eddie Munson has a present for him” he flashes the teen movie clerk a smile and looks back at Stacie, her giving him a blank face knowing they could possibly still get kicked out. “be right back.” the red head boy walked to the back where all the food was and out came Rick. “who’s asking for me?” he looks down and to see a small Eddie. “Who are you?” he looks at the kids up and down confused. “We heard you could get us into some rated R movies for a price” Stacie says as if she wanted to negotiate a deal and Eddie looks at her slightly surprised but matches her energy toward Rick. Usually Eddie makes all the dumb decisions while Stacie was more reasonable so to see her all in with it was surprising to say the least. “You two look like you just finished the 2nd grade, i don’t think you have the payment i’m looking for. How about i get you two some tickets to see ‘The Cats from Outer Space’ that seems more your thing” they both look at him unamused. “first of all, we’re in middle school” Stacie says, her voice monotone. Eddie leans over the counter and points his finger for Rick to come closer and he does “I have 2 big chicken nuggets with your name on it and i’ll trade it for 2 tickets to see Halloween” Rick leans back, contemplating if he should really make a deal with a 12 year old kid. after thinking for what felt like forever, Rick makes a decision “alright fine, i can’t pass up a good deal.” the kids smile happily, giving each other a high five and walk over to the register with Rick. “that’ll be $2.34” eddie pulls out the 2 nuggets wrapped in tissue paper and slides it over to Rick “really kid??-“ he smacks his lips and rolls his eyes “that’s not the way to do. when you get older, find me and i’ll teach you the ways” Eddie rolled his eyes “yeah sure, 2 tickets to see Halloween please” Rick hands them the tickets and they squeal with excitement running quickly into the theater and finding some seats “where should we sit?” they both scan the sections, not many people there but enough to fill a room “let’s go all the way to the back” Stacie says and they make their way toward the back. “i can’t believe he actually let us in. i heard he’s never made a deal with kids before” Eddie said as they sat down getting comfortable. “well that’s definitely a lie. he’s a creep, i’m sure he’s made lots of deals with kids. plus it seems like he wants you to work for him some day” Stacie said laughing at him “oh no way i will and even if i tried, you’d kill me or tell my dad. i won’t even chance it.” The lights turning off and the theater screen getting louder, the kids stopped their conversation and watched the movie. Eddie jumping constantly and hiding behind Stacie and Stacie pushing him to the side or constantly telling him to shut up every time he whispered “he’s behind you!” “don’t go in there!”

after the movie was over, they rode back to their neighborhood and quickly walked down toward their trailers. funny enough, their trailers faced each other from the back so they could communicate through their bedroom windows. “well kid, it was fun while it lasted but i have to get in there and finish the homework you interrupted me doing” Stacie said climbing up her window and opening it up “i saved you from that! Mr Stevie was messed up for the amount of lines and triangles he added on that paper!” Eddie said tossing it bike to the side and climbing up his window as well. they’re both sitting on their beds, leaning over the window seals. “they’re linear equations and it’s not that hard. maybe if you did less on writing song lyrics and practicing guitar rifts and more listening to me when i tutor you, you wouldn’t be flunking with a D minus” Stacie said as she walked away to take off her jacket and get more comfortable in her bed. “someday i’m gonna tour with my band and be a rockstar! selling out all the shows on a world tour and YOU my friend will be right next to me all ‘omg my best friends sooo famous’ ‘back away people! i’m Eddie’s body guard’” he says mocking her voice which causes both of them to laugh “bodyguard!?” she says laughing hysterically “you know better than anyone else i’d be playing the guitar right next to you, if not singing!” Eddie lifts his eyebrow slightly “singing? ok fine but you still have a mean hook on you so i still need your protection. the ladies will be all over me and the guys will be jealous” he said smirking. “whatever Munson. i’m going to sleep! goodnight frodo! love ya!” she said with a big dramatic wave “and a love you, goodnight to you my sam the wise!” he says doing the same dramatic wave. they both shut their window, closing their curtains and falling asleep.

[ credit to munsonfefe on ig. will delete if not allowed to be reposted ]

a/n : hey guys!! i hope you liked it. i loved being able to write Eddie being younger and adding his relationship with Wayne. i thought it was just so cute for him to just refer to Wayne as his dad 🥹 and having Wayne also take in Stacie <3 also reblogs helps a lot so reblog it to your followers 🖤 thank youuuu

reminder // #clubhellfire is where you will find all the chapters

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sessakag · 3 years ago

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Ask Part 2

Get to know my Shipping Preferences & Ships!

Made an ask meme ^ ^

Send me a number!

1. List 3 shipping tropes you love

2. List 3 shipping tropes you don't love

3. One emotional aspect of a ship that always gets you

4. One physical aspect of a ship that always gets you

5. Multiship or Monoship?

6. Rare pairs or Mainstream?

7. Polyamory or Monogamy?

8. If the ship is physical, reversible or not?

9. Do you always have romantic ships for fandoms?

10. How important is the sexual part (if any) of your ship?

11. Opinion on platonic ships?

12. List 3 ships you currently love

13. List 5 OTPs from past fandoms

14. Opinion on the importance of marriage?

15. Opinion on kids?

NOW, about ONE ship (ships I’ll answer for in the tags!):

16. One thing one character likes about their partner(s).

17. Now one thing that the other character(s) likes about the first chara.

18. Who confessed?

19. How long did they know each other before getting together?

20. Who's the ship's biggest in-universe supporter?

21. Any rivals for the ship?

22. Any mutual friends?

23. Have they met each other's families?

24. What's ONE conflict they've had.

25. What’s ONE way they’ve resolved a conflict?

26. What's ONE location that's important to them?

27. What's ONE object that's important to them?

28. What's ONE food/beverage that's important to them?

29. What's ONE thing they do in their free time together?

30. What's ONE thing they do in their free time APART?

31. What's ONE thing character A might gift their partner?

32. What's ONE thing character A's partner(s) might gift back?

33. How would they react to long distance?

34. How would they react to an ex showing up?

35. Describe one date.

36. Describe one example of comforting after a bad day.

37. Describe one reunion after time apart.

38. Describe their ideal home.

39. Describe their first kiss (if any).

40. Describe their first time (if any).

41. Would they have any pets? If so, describe.

42. Would they get married? If so, describe their wedding.

43. Would they have any kids? If so, describe.

44. Give each character a color.

45. Give each character an element.

46. Give each character a Pokemon.

47. Give each character a Hogwarts house.

48. Give each character a super power.

49. Give each character an rpg class.

50. Imagine each character as an animal.

CHALLENGE:

Try to send a number before reblogging for yourself!

Let’s try to break that cycle of only reblogging memes but never sending ^ ^;

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35. Naruto flips the whole table during dinner. Wanting to take Hinata to a fancy restaurant, Naruto puts on a suit that makes him uncomfortable, is tense in the fancy eatery and makes a complete ass of himself trying to read the menu, knocks his wine glass over somehow, then flips the table standing up too quick to catch it, lol.

36. Hugging! Naruto simply wrapping his arms around Hina and resting on her boobs for a while, lol. Or Naruto cuddling Hina and making her laugh with his antics.

37. Naruto picking Hina up and swinging her around. He's really affectionate like that and she's so short and cute, lol, how can he not?

38. Cute 2 story. One with a big yard for the kids and a garden, and more than one bathroom so mofos don't have to go outside, 😂like why in the world did they only have on bathroom? That's too many people for one toilet. Your the Hokage, I know you getting paid good, upgrade sir!

39. Magical! Up in the air, right in front of the big, beautiful full moon, soooooooo romantic and sweet, still squealing that Naruto initiated it, but that goes to show, he goes right for what he wants, no hesitation!

40. Secrets-Chapter One. Monster-Chapter Eleven 😤I go into great detail.

41. Meh, nothing jumps out to me besides Kurama. I think he would take too kindly as being referred to as a pet though 😂

42. Yep. Monster-Chapter Fifty-Nine.

43. Lots! NaruHina Month 2022 collection- Chapter Six, Chapter Ten.

44. Orange and Lavender.

45. Fire for Naruto. Earth for Hinata. Trying this out in A Cure For Love. Love it so far!

46. I'll be honest, not a Pokemon fan. From the little I know, Charzard for Naruto. Mewtwo for Hinata. I like her having something strange and unique.

47. Can't answer this one, lol. I am definitely not a Harry Potter fan, I have not watched more than 15 minutes of one of the movies(don't know which) and have not read anything from the series.

48. Naruto: Super strength. Hinata: Invisibility at will.

49. Naruto: Fighter. Hinata: Necromancer.

50. Fox and bunny! That was easy!

All answered! @asriah! And don't worry, I don't hate ya! This was actually fun! Hope you get a kick out of some of these answers, lol.

#ask #answered #this was fun!

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misiwrites · 2 years ago

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Mayblade Day 12

CHAPTER 12 prompt: fall characters: hiromi, giancarlo, julia, raul, max, mathilda, mystel, brooklyn, mariam pairings: max/mariam, implied giancarlo/olivier

Ever since her visit to the crafts & cooking club, Hiromi’s curiosity over that stack of strange chocolates she’d seen in Olivier’s corner of the classroom had been mounting. One day, she was determined to find out where the bars came from. She decided to set an ambush in the 1-A homeroom – and by an ambush, she meant sitting at her desk all day. Truly an intricate, evil masterplan.

It was the middle of the lunch break, which neither Hiromi nor anyone else in their class ever spent in the homeroom, when something finally happened. The classroom door slid open. Then, a lone character snuck into the room.

The trespasser, who apparently was so used to this maneuver that he paid no heed to Hiromi blatantly sitting there staring at him in silence, made a beeline for Olivier’s desk. When he eventually did notice her – only after dropping the chocolate on the desk – he let out a sound the mixture of a shriek and a squawk and hit his shin on one of the desks. It was the guy who’d tried to hit on everyone at the bake sale, her included.

He provided no explanation. Yowling in pain, holding his injured leg, Giancarlo Tornatore hopped right out of the room on one foot, and that was the end of it.

Hiromi rose to her feet, slowly. The bar of chocolate had a bright yellow sticker on it, the text too small for her to see. She walked over to read:

“I'm confused! I thought happiness started with an H, but mine seems to start with U.”

Hiromi hadn’t only been invited to a Fernandez house party, she’d also been ushered to add Julia’s club, the circus club, to her adventurous list of places to be. She crossed this out on a Thursday.

Because all the circus gear required so much room, the club operated in one of the halls in the sports facilities; after taking her sweet time finding the place, Hiromi stepped into a space much like the regular gym hall but bigger and more modern with a ceiling grid full of instruments for swinging, climbing, hanging, probably also flying. She was again dumbfounded by the fact that a moderately sized high school was able to have such premises for a club of likely no more than ten people.

Today, as she entered, there were five people practicing on a trapeze, set up above a flooring of mattresses to cushion any fall. One of them was Julia, her long two-colour hair braided and all tied up; another one was Raúl, indeed her twin brother whose existence Hiromi had learned more about over the bake sale concert night. There was one other girl whom Hiromi didn’t know and two more guys, a short one with blond hair whom she’d also seen in the wushu club and – well, Brooklyn. Yes, he also did acrobatics.

She heard someone call her name from behind. She spun around to see two familiar people sitting on the bottom step of the gym bleachers, and one of them being Max didn’t even faze her at this point. The other was Mathilda. There were other people watching as well, higher up on the bleachers. The circus club seemed remarkably welcoming, allowing people into the practice audience en masse. Maybe this explained why they were given such lavish spaces; none of the other clubs she'd seen had had an audience like this – nor did they have people swinging on the trapeze in the height of three or four meters off the ground.

Hiromi joined Max and Mathilda. “We meet again!”

“I was wondering if you would come,” Mathilda said with a smile.

“Gotta catch ‘em all, right?” Max added.

Hiromi sat next to him. “Have you started collecting clubs too, or why are you here? I’ve seen you more anywhere except the physics lab.”

“Not me – it’s Professor who’s in three other clubs on top of ours. We often work later in the evening or over the weekend. I’m just here to… enjoy the view.”

Mathilda let out a giggle. Hiromi, feeling mildly agitated over these two being onto some inside joke she didn’t understand, ignored them and turned to watch the circus practice for a while.

The club members were practicing in pairs, one hanging upside down from their legs on one trapeze while the other used another, an opposing trapeze as a swing, then did a flip off the swing to be caught by the other in the air. Watching Julia and the other girl practice this once in perfect sync was enough to make Hiromi feel faint in the head. She would never have had the courage to even hang from a trapeze in mid-air, let alone do it upside down, then be responsible for catching another person who launched themselves through the air towards you like a cannonball. It was incredible to watch, though. This club was no joke.

After the girls' flawless display, it was Raúl and the blond boy’s turn, with Raúl on the swing. They seemed to be synching up alright, but the moment he was supposed to let go and do the flip, something went wrong and he tumbled down to the mattress on the floor. Hiromi figured this must have been a common occurrence in circus practice. However, Mathilda on Max’s other side gasped loudly and jumped to her feet.

Raúl, agile like a weasel, did a somersault off the mattress and was back up a second later. He did seem a bit bummed by his failure, though, sulking as he marched back to the ladder up to the trapeze. Mathilda slumped back onto the bench with a small sigh.

The blond – whose name, per Hiromi finally asking Max about it, was Mystel – and Brooklyn did one successful go at the flip, then the girls climbed the trapezes again and repeated theirs effortlessly - or, at least, effortless was what it looked like to Hiromi. They had switched places, yet Julia had no difficulties clutching the other girl’s hands in the air whatsoever.

“They’re really impressive,” she commented in genuine awe.

“And beautiful,” sighed Mathilda dreamily.

“Yeah,” complied Max in equal tone.

They both earned a questioning glare from Hiromi.

Some ten minutes went by, then the club decided to take a break. Julia waved at the trio in the audience, and Hiromi waved back. The girl Julia had been practicing with, on the other hand, gave them a cold, passing look and turned away, fiddling with her hair that was tied on a knot at the top of her head. She dismantled the knot and let her hair fall down, the long, dark blue strands reaching down to her waist. Her long fringe was parted in the middle with a red headband.

Hiromi stared at her for a moment. Then, slowly, her eyes travelled over to Max. And then back to the girl.

“Do you come watch them often?” she asked her company, trying to sound casual.

“I come most days,” said Mathilda meekly. “When I’m not at my own club… Ah, I didn’t even mention, did I – I’m in the tea ceremony club… Well, sometimes we do a bit of flower arranging, too. I don’t know if you’d want to come see it, though, because, uh, well, there’s only three members, actually… It might be a bit weird to you.” She was fidgeting nervously, squirming in her seat, blushing in evident embarrassment.

“No, I’ll come check it out… sometime.” Hiromi, who’d been more interested in his answer to begin with, turned to Max. “And you?”

He shrugged, eyes drilled to what she suspected was the blue-haired girl. “Dunno. Every now and then.”

“Um. You go see the wushu club pretty often too, don’t you?”

Silence. Max turned to return Hiromi’s stare. The usual goofy smile appeared on his lips, but she had a feeling it was just slightly, just half an inch forced this time. “Yeah?”

“Wushu?” Mathilda’s curiosity had been roused as well. “Mao’s club? I didn’t know you go see them too.”

Suddenly, Max grabbed his orange backpack and jumped to his feet. “Alright, I think I should get going! See you… Oh, wait.”

Already about to storm out and flee from the scene, he paused. Then he turned back to Hiromi one more time.

“Almost forgot. Hiromi, you’re the best of our year in pretty much everything, aren’t you?”

“Uhhh.” It was true, but having such words tossed at her out of nowhere had her majorly flustered. Only an odd burble left her gaping mouth in response.

“I'm doing a study circle at my place starting from next week. Because of the midterms, you know. If you’re not too busy, it would be awesome to have you there helping out – you’d be great at it, I’m sure. Anyway, that’s going to be Sunday, maybe. Or Saturday. Let me know if you could come! Bye!”

And, in a flash of citrus colors, he was gone.

“He’s a bit strange,” Mathilda commented, possibly prompted by Hiromi’s thunderstruck face, “but nice. He’s been coming here often to watch Mariam…” She turned her attention to the now empty acrobatics set-up; all the club members had dispersed to have a drink or whatever else. “Oh… You don’t reckon he’s now got a thing for Mao, too? If he’s going to the wushu club practice all of a sudden…”

No, Hiromi thought to herself, I don’t think he has. But she chose not to divulge Max’s personal affairs any further.

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