#that even though. the same way she's always there. everyone else is always there from her perspective

[mercvry-glow]

all that gleams (18+)

parings. jack abbot x nurse!reader

summary. everyone seems to be hitting on you tonight, and your husband doesn't seem to appreciate all of the attention you're getting.

warnings. this is 18+ so mdni, unprotected sex, p in v sex, rough/jealousy sex, half plot/half porn, sex in the work place, hospital setting, age gap (jack late 40s, reader late 20s to early 30s), reader gets hit on by men who are not jack, non-consensual touching (patient grabs reader), reader has hair, let me know if there's anything else!

notes. where the fuck do I even begin? uhhhh- so many people asked for a sequel to all that glitters and I never thought I'd actually do it but here we are! I absolutely live for their dynamic, and they're softcore rich which is truly the dream. I'm actually really proud of this, especially bc this is my second time writing any form of smut! as always any and all feedback is appreciated and please enjoy!

wc. 4700+

all that glitters

There wasn’t a person in your life who hadn’t told you getting married so young was a mistake. A newly minted nurse with a shiny new degree, a big diamond ring, and a big house in the nicest part of town—people loved to talk. And they did, especially behind your back.

“Too fast,” they said

“Too young.”

 “She doesn’t know what she’s getting into.”

But they didn’t know Jack.

He’d been your constant through it all. Through the twelve-hour shifts, the night terrors you both had but didn’t always talk about, the tangled mess of silky bed sheets and plain coffee mornings. He never missed a beat, not with you. He always made sure the front door was locked, that you didn’t forget to eat, that you never had to face a bad day completely alone.

Jack Abbot was your storm and shelter all at once.

Still, some days it felt like you were speaking two different languages. You’d grown up with champagne brunches, sorority sisters, and an Ivy League education on Daddy’s dime. Jack grew up fast though—boots on the ground, blood on his hands, and scars no one could see unless he let them. 

His world had edges, and darkness only he could understand. 

Yours had comfy throw pillows and a walk-in closet.

Falling for each other had been a whirlwind, but staying in love… that took work. 

Especially now.

Lately, every conversation felt like walking on eggshells. He was short with you. Distant. And maybe you were a little more sensitive than usual—he always said you felt deeply, cared too much. Maybe you did miss the way he used to look at you, touch you, talk to you like you were the only person in the room.

Now? Now he was somewhere else—lost in his head, behind some wall you couldn’t climb no matter how hard you tried.

And you still tried.

 You showed up to work, same time as him, hair curled, and lip gloss on as usual. Your scrubs were still fitted just right, your badge reel sparkled, and your sneakers matched your pastel compression socks of the day. You were tired, overworked, and emotionally frayed—but damn it, you still tried, for yourself, for him, and most certainly for your patients .

He didn’t even say “Hi,” when you checked in.

Just a curt nod, eyes already scanning a trauma sheet.

Fine. You had a job to do anyway.

The ER was chaotic, as usual. You floated between rooms, upbeat as always, soft-voiced with your patients, making the new interns laugh with your sparkly pens and habit of humming softly under your breath.

That’s when he showed up.

Leo, tall, handsome in a sun-kissed, ex-lifeguard in the Baywatch kind of way, and new. The latest temp nurse from another hospital, and definitely not shy.

“You always this put-together at 7 p.m.?” he said, grinning as he helped you restock the IV cart.

You glanced up from your clipboard, smiling just enough. “Only when there’s new employees to impress.”

He laughed, nudging your elbow. “Well, consider me thoroughly impressed.”

Across the hall, you didn’t see Jack. But he was seeing everything.

You caught a flash of movement in your peripheral vision—him, leaning against the med station, pretending to read a chart. The way his jaw clenched was less than subtle. So was the way he suddenly had something urgent to discuss with Dr. Reese, right behind where you were standing.

You didn’t react. Just went back to scanning meds, asking Leo if he needed help finding anything on his first night. You were being polite. Friendly. Maybe a little intentionally oblivious—but only because it felt good to be noticed by anyone today.

Jack didn’t say a word.

But every time you turned around, he was there. Close. Watching.

He didn’t like it. You could feel it.

And for the first time in weeks, you felt something that wasn’t just disappointment.

You felt giddy.

You weren’t trying to make him jealous.

But if he was suddenly remembering the woman he married? The one who lit up a room? The one who still wore t-shirts to bed and nothing else, even when he acted like he didn’t care?

Good.

Let him remember.

The next few hours passed in a blur of motion and monitors—IVs, trauma alerts, vitals to chart and families to console. You stayed busy, focused, but not so focused you didn’t notice the way Jack kept drifting into your orbit.

Not close enough to talk.

Just… there.

Lingering near the nurse’s station when you laughed at something Leo said. Answering the trauma bay calls himself when you usually did first. A silent presence, watching without watching, always just a little too close not to be intentional.

There had been so much to do between learning about coworkers drama, taking care of patients, and dealing with incoming traumas that you’d been on your feet for almost seven hours straight before getting any sort of break.

Still not having found the right time to touch the overnight oats in your lunchbox.

Typical.

You finally ducked into the break room around 2:30 a.m., practically vibrating from a bit too much caffeine and sheer stubbornness. Your sneakers squeaked on the tile as you opened your lunch tote, pulling out your jar with a satisfied “Aha”. You gave it a little shake and popped the lid, the faint scent of almond butter and cinnamon curling into the air.

Leo was already in there, lounging in the corner with a Coke Zero and half a sandwich he didn’t seem particularly interested in eating.

“That looks suspiciously healthy,” he said, eyeing your jar like it confused him.

You grinned. “It’s delicious. Cinnamon, chia seeds, oat milk, with a little bit of honey and almond butter. You should try it sometime—maybe it will lower your blood pressure.”

Leo let out a low whistle. “Oof. She’s cute and judgmental.”

You wiggled your spoon at him. “I’m not judgmental. I’m just stating a fact,”

“Same difference,”

You laughed, shaking your head as you settled on the couch. Your big water tumbler clinked softly on the table as you set it down. Leo glanced at it.

“Okay, real talk. How many cups do you own?”

“Oh at least ten,” you said proudly. “And yes, they all match my scrubs and socks.”

He chuckled. “Of course they do.”

You were in the middle of telling him about your latest homemade electrolyte concoction—something with sea salt, lemon, and maple syrup—when the door creaked open.

Jack stepped inside, silent as ever. No one noticed at first, but you felt him before you saw him. That familiar pull.

You looked up and smiled, just a little.

He didn’t smile back.

He walked to the cabinet, pulled out a pod of instant coffee, and started making the world’s saddest cup of caffeine.

“You good?” you asked, casually, spoon still dangling from your mouth.

Jack shrugged. “Fine.”

Leo gave him a nod. “Rough night, man?”

“Same as every night,” Jack said coolly.

There was a pause.

You went back to your oats.

Leo leaned over slightly, stage-whispering, “Is it true you color-code your vitamins?”

You lit up. “Oh my god, yes! You have to! It’s so satisfying.”

Jack let out a breath—not quite a sigh. Not quite anything.

Just something.

Leo turned to him. “She’s kind of a fairy, huh? Healthy, pretty, and scary organized.”

Jack didn’t answer. Just stirred his coffee with the kind of force that made the spoon clink too loudly against the mug.

“I mean, who even makes time for meal prep on night shift?” Leo kept going, still playful, still oblivious. “She comes in glowing while I’m running on vending machine Pop-Tarts and anxiety.”

You grinned again. “You say that like Pop-Tarts are bad.”

Jack finally looked up. Right at you.

“I liked you better when you were sneaking granola bars from my locker.”

Your breath caught a little—not because it was mean. But because it sounded like a memory.

You raised a brow. “You never let me finish the boxes.”

Jack’s gaze didn’t move.

“Maybe I liked the distraction.”

The room went quiet again.

Leo cleared his throat and stood. “Okay, I’m gonna grab another Coke. You two want anything?”

“No,” Jack said, a little too quickly.

You shook your head. “I’m good, thanks.”

When Leo left, the silence stretched.

You scooped another spoonful of oats, pretending not to feel the weight of Jack’s stare.

“You didn’t answer my text,” he said finally.

You blinked. “Which one?”

“The one about locking the side door this morning.”

“Oh.” You smiled faintly. “Sorry, I was halfway through meal prepping for us and my mom called... You know how she gets.”

Jack nodded, jaw tight. “You’re supposed to text me back.”

You raised a brow again, but this time softer. “Jack. It was about a door.”

“It was about you being safe.”

That landed somewhere in your chest.

You didn’t say anything for a second. Just set your spoon down and leaned back into the couch.

“I was fine,” you said gently. “I promise.”

Jack didn’t reply. But he reached for your cup, unscrewed the lid, and took a sip (not using the straw) like it was the most normal thing in the world.

You stared. “That has lemon in it.”

He grimaced. “Tastes like a scented candle.”

You laughed.

He didn’t.

But the corners of his mouth twitched—just a little.

He set your water with a quiet thud, the lid clicking into place like it was holding something back for him, too.

You tilted your head, watching him in that way you always did when you were trying to read what was going on behind those stormy, hazel eyes. “You're drinking lemon water,” you said, voice lilting. “Should I be worried?”

Jack didn’t look at you. “I was thirsty.”

You smiled. “And yet the entire fridge full of bottled water didn’t do it for you?”

He shrugged.

“Grumpy,” you said under your breath, just loud enough.

His eyes finally flicked to yours. “I’m not grumpy.”

“You kind of are.”

“I’m tired.”

“You always say that when you’re being grumpy.”

Jack gave you a slow look—flat, dry, and just a little amused. “You finished?”

“Not even close,” you said sweetly, your elbow propped on the arm of the couch. “You’re cranky, you’re overcaffeinated, and you get weirdly possessive whenever someone’s nice to me.”

That got his attention.

“I’m not possessive,” he said.

You smirked. “Jack, you nearly snapped Leo’s neck when he said I had good handwriting.”

“That’s not what he said, and you know that.”

You blinked, then laughed. “Okay, fine. ‘Prettiest charting I’ve ever seen,’ and he winked. So what?”

Jack’s jaw tightened—just slightly.

You stood, stretching your arms overhead in a way that made your scrub top ride up just a little. His eyes tracked the motion like muscle memory.

You stepped closer, toes nearly brushing his boots. “I like that you care about this,” you said, softer now. “It’s kind of hot, actually.”

He looked at you—really looked at you—for the first time all night.

“You drive me crazy, kid.” he muttered.

You beamed. “So you are jealous.”

Jack sighed through his nose, the tension melting from his shoulders like an exhale he’d been holding in too long. His hand came up, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, fingers lingering a second too long.

“I know you’re mine,” he said quietly. “I just… sometimes I forget the rest of the world doesn’t always know it.”

Your chest tightened. Not in a painful way. In a finally, you’re here with me again kind of way.

You reached for his hand and squeezed. “Well, they do. But if you ever forget again, I’ll tattoo your name on my ass”

That earned you a snort—low and surprised.

“I’m serious,” you teased, squeezing his fingers. “Right across my cheeks. Property of Jack Abbot. Think it’d go with my Bikinis when I start tanning again?”

His lips twitched. “You’re insane.”

“Mm. And you’re stuck with me.”

“I know,” he murmured, voice quieter now, as he dipped down for a soft kiss,  “Wouldn’t change it.”

And there it was.

The part of him no one else got to see—the softness under all that armor he put up. The way he looked at you like you were the only thing in this chaotic, blood-slicked hospital worth holding onto.

Before you could say anything else, the overhead crackled to life:

“Trauma en route. ETA four minutes. MVA, two patients. GSW secondary.”

Jack’s head lifted, all instinct now. You were already moving toward the door when his hand caught yours.

He didn’t pull, didn’t squeeze—just held.

“Be careful,” he said.

You leaned in again, kissing his cheek, quick and certain. “Always.”

Then the moment passed, and the hallway swallowed you both—he leading, you following, hearts synced in the rhythm of the ER. But his hand brushed yours again as you walked.

The trauma had come in hard and fast—twisted metal, broken glass, and enough blood to soak through your shoes. Jack had been in the thick of it, barking orders, steady hands moving like muscle memory while you worked across from him, suctioning, suturing, stabilizing. For a while, there was no room for anything else. No talking. No teasing. Just the two of you, back in sync, locked in the rhythm you knew so well. It was easy to forget the cracks when the adrenaline kicked in.

But by 4:15 a.m., the ER had slowed to a lull.

The kind that was never quiet, but at least breathable.

You’d just finished helping a resident clean up trauma one when they wheeled in another patient—mid-40s, minor head lac, walking wounded and very, very drunk.

You smiled politely, grabbing a suture kit.

“Alright, sir. Let’s get you cleaned up, okay? Can you sit still for me?”

He gave you a once-over that made your skin crawl. “Sure thing, sweetheart. For you, I’ll be real good.”

You kept it professional. “Thank you.”

But the longer you worked, the bolder he got.

“You married?” he slurred.

You didn’t answer.

“Bet your husband’s not half as pretty as you.”

You offered a tight smile. “Try to stay still. This part stings a little.”

He didn’t even flinch. “You ever date older guys? I got a boat, you know.”

You glanced around the bay, but the resident was long gone, charting somewhere out of earshot.

“I’m flattered, really, but I already have a boat,” you said lightly, finishing the last stitch. “And you’re gonna feel real silly about this in the morning.”

He grinned, crooked and gross. “Not if you give me your number.”

And then he reached out—his hands brushing your hips in a way that was not accidental.

You stepped back instantly, heart thudding.

“That’s enough sir,” you said sharply, your voice still steady, still calm—but colder now. “I’m going to step out for a minute, since I’ve finished. Someone else will check on you soon.”

You didn’t wait for a reply.

You slipped into the furthest supply closet you could easily find and leaned against the shelves, chest rising and falling like you’d just run a sprint. Your hands were shaking—more with anger than fear—but still. It clung to your skin.

The door creaked open a minute later.

“Hey.”

Jack.

He stepped inside and shut the door behind him, gaze scanning your face. “One of the other nurses said he got grabby.”

You looked up at him, throat tight. “I’m fine.”

He didn’t answer that right away. Just moved closer and touched your cheek, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth like he needed to ground himself.

“You sure?” he asked, quieter now.

You nodded. “Just… gross. Not the first, won’t be the last.”

His jaw flexed. “It shouldn’t be happening at all.”

You leaned into his hand. “It’s okay. I handled it.”

“You shouldn’t have to handle it.”

You looked up at him. “Jack—”

He stepped closer, and suddenly his body was pressed against yours, warm and solid and steady. His hands found your waist, rough fingers curling around your hips.

“I should be the only one touching you,” he said, voice low.

“We’ll get written up…”

“I don’t care.”

But Jack wasn’t hearing logic right now. He was standing there like he could still smell every guy you had met tonight on you, like the air hadn’t cleared yet.

“Hey.” You placed your hands on his chest, grounding him. “We don’t have to do this here…”

His hands squeezed your waist. “You’re mine.”

“I know.”

“You don’t flirt like that with anyone else, right?”

You blinked, caught off-guard. “Flirt like what?”

“Like you did with that prick.”

You frowned a abit. “I was being nice. He asked if I wanted  something from the vending machine- he asked you too and you looked at him like he offered me lingerie.”

Jack didn’t budge. His grip didn’t loosen.

You tried again. Softer this time.

“I steal your clothes. I come home to you. I wear the ring you bought me, and I’m your wife. I chose you.”

His eyes searched yours—tired, and heavy, with a mix of something else.

You rose on your toes, placing your lips to the corner of his mouth. “I’m yours, Jack.”

And then his arms were around you fully, pulling you in like he needed to feel your heartbeat to believe it. Your heart thudded in your chest, a beat behind your breath. You looked at him, eyes narrowed, lips parted.

You didn’t hear him lock the door.

You felt it.

That soft, decisive click behind you—like a promise.

“Did you just lock the door?”

Jack’s answer was a look—slow, hot, and so heavy it pinned you in place. He stepped with the kind of precision that said this wasn’t spontaneous. No, he’d decided the second he saw you walk into the closet room, cheeks flushed, lip gloss smudged, tensions high. 

The second all these guys started paying attention to you tonight. 

Jack hadn’t liked that.

He tried to be quiet about it, like always. Quiet the way a storm is—only right before it breaks.

He stopped just barely inches from you, hand coming up to trace a line along your jaw. His fingers were thick, rough, warm, familiar. His touch didn’t ask permission. It remembered.

“You keep smiling like that,” he said low, his voice a gravel-coated whisper, “and I’ll have to fuck the memory of it out of you.”

Your breath caught—somewhere between outrage and arousal. “Jack—”

But you didn’t get the rest out.

He kissed you.

Not sweet. Not careful.

Claiming.

His hands tangled in your hair, dragging you into him like it was instinct, like your mouth had always belonged to his. You melted into him, your body curving against his like you were built for this—built for him. His hips pressed forward, pinning you to the wall of the storage closet, and your head thudded back softly against the cool plaster as his lips slid down to your throat, sucking, biting just enough to make you gasp.

“Locked the door for a reason,” he murmured, tongue flicking against the skin where your pulse fluttered. “Tired of pretending I didn’t want you every second we’re here.”

You let out a shaky breath, your fingers gripping his shirt like lifelines. “You’re sooo jealous.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, dark eyes devouring. “Damn right I’m jealous.”

His hand slid under your scrub top, skimming up your ribs, palm flat, hot and possessive. “You’re mine—I can’t fucking stand it when they look at you like you’re not.”

“And what are you going to do about it?” you whispered, breathless, lips grazing his.

His answer was a growl.

Jack spun you, quick and controlled, pressing you front-first against the shelves. Supplies rattled, somewhere above you—gloves, gauze, sterile wraps—but it was the sound of his breath at your neck that made your knees threaten to buckle.

His hands roamed—under your shirt to your tits, over the waistband of your scrub pants, every inch of bare skin he found earning a new kind of heat.

“You wanna be flirted with?” he whispered, voice dragging down your spine. “Fine. But I get to remind you who makes you cum”

You gasped as his mouth met the base of your neck, teeth grazing, tongue following. “Jack…”

“You knew,” he said again, almost reverent now. 

And god help you, you did.

Because you’d walked in here to take a second, needing this—needing him. Not just his hands or his mouth or the way he made you come apart so effortlessly, but this claiming. This reminder. That under all the stress, the silence, the long nights and missed moments—the fire still burned. Hot. Unrelenting.

His fingers slipped lower, teasing the waist of your scrub pants, and you pressed back against him without thinking, needing more, needing everything.

“You’re mine,” he murmured again, lips brushing your shoulder, low and slow. “Say it.”

You turned your head just enough to whisper, “I’m yours, Jack. Always.”

And that was all it took.

He kept you facing the shelves, a hand coming down to your hips to steady you as he continued to feel you up with the other. “Yeah? You gonna be my good girl, sweetheart?” 

The whimper you let out was pathetic. A low pitched sound that came from the back of your throat, as Jack started to flood your senses. He gave your ass a quick, hard, smack. Hand going back to rub over the spot, as it snapped you out of your daze. “I asked you a question, baby.” 

You nodded, desperately. Already whoozy from the assault on your sense that your husband brought on. “Mhm! Jack-”

He shushed you, gently pushing down your scrub pants, “Gotta make this quick and quiet, or they’ll all know what a bad girl you’ve been.” 

Reaching back, you straightend up leaning into his burning touch, wanting him closer than he already was. You could feel how hard he was beneath his cargos, half chubbed as he ground his hips into your panty-clad ass. 

You would’ve felt embarressed if this hadn’t felt so right. 

Clothes barely off, lazily grinding against your husband in a closet like you’re back in some college frat house at UPenn. 

Jack doesn’t waste anymore time though, hastily shoving your panties down, rough fingers making quick work of finding your swollen clit. The tight circles he does against you, make you feel dizzy—legs already beginning to shake, as if you haven’t been working for ten hours already. 

Your moans are muffled by your arm as you lean further into the shelves, but press your hips back toward Jack. Your resolve slowly slipping, as he dips a finger in your wet heat. 

“Fuck, you’re soaked.” he groans out softly, continuing as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. 

Then he just pulls away.

Not entirely, still so close that you’ve basically become one. It’s enough for you to whine at the loss of contact, pushing back into him hoping he’ll start again. 

“Why’d you stop?” Jack can practically hear the pout in your voice. The breathy little lilt of displeasure showing in your tone. 

“Sorry, baby. We only have time for one thing, and I’d much rather make you cum on my cock.” He kisses the back of your neck, gentle and loving as ever as he reaches down to free himself from his scrub pants. 

He’s aching, he’s so hard. 

He takes a few deep breaths before haphazrdly stroking himself. Fisting his cock in his meaty hand, already slick after playing with your wet little cunt. 

Jack wasn’t going to make love to you. 

He was going to fuck you like you needed it. 

Lining himself up, Jack pushed in with a solid thrust of his sturdy hips. You just about collapsed into the shelves, already feeling so full of Jack as he started a steady rhythm. It was overwhelming, one of his hands tight against your hips as he used it to guide you into his thrusts, the other snaked over your mouth to muffle your breathy moans because the hallway was just beyond the locked closet door.

“Shit- you’re so fucking tight, baby.” you cleched against him as he drove himself further into you, trying to angle himself to hit the spot that would have you seeing stars in no time. 

Your walls hugged him tight, leaving him a mess as he watched himself slip in and out of you in a trance like state. 

“Fuck Jack-” you start mewling, hips pushing and grinding to meet his thrusts. “Ah- ah, you’re so deep.” 

He mumbles something incoherent against your shoulder, both of his hands moving to your hips and ass to get more leverage to fuck you nice and hard. 

You can tell you’re making a mess of yourself, panties clearly ruined with how you’re leaking down your thighs and his cock. Each thrust is a new shockwave of pleasure you don’t expect, but Jack doesn’t let up and you don’t want him to. 

“Too m-much,” his cock throbs, hard and heavy inside you as he stills for just a second. 

“Yeah? It’s too much for you, Sweetheart?” It’s almost mocking as he draws it out into longer deeper strokes—the ones that make it hard to breathe, the air escaping your lungs faster than you can take the chance to gasp for air. 

“You’re just so big,” you whimper out, trying to keep yourself from collapsing back against him as your legs start to feel like jello. 

Jack gives you a light scoff, “Good thing you’re being a good girl, and takin’ me so well, huh?” He keeps the pace steady, if not a bit quicker. Switching up the tempo to keep you on your toes and eager for him. 

“Mhm!” You can feel your orgasm building, that all too familiar pressure in your lower tummy bubbling over. “Fuck- fuck I’m gonna cum-”

It’s like a switch flips in his brain, kicking him into high gear as he spins you around to face him. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close as he lifts one of your legs around his waist. 

“Yeah, pretty girl? You gonna cum for me?” He asks you through a sloppy kiss, one that smears what’s left of your lip gloss. 

You feel like you’re about to implode, too tense and too loose all at once. Your hands find purchase on his clothed chest and the curls at the base of his neck, as he continues his loving assault on your body and senses. Jack is everywhere, and you’d never want it to be different. 

He watches as you finally let go, shivering your way through your orgasm as you cum on his thick cock. Your breath catches as he kisses you slowly, working his cock in and out of your gushing pussy still chasing his own release. 

“Fuck- you ruin me baby,” He groans into your kiss swollen lips, giving you a few more sloppy thrusts before burying himself as deep as possible. His own breathing shallow as he spills his load deep into your cunt, right where it belongs. 

Blinking slowly, you return to your body. Jack looks down at you, capturing your lips in one last sweet kiss as he gently pulls out of you. Your body shudders at the now empty feeling, “You with me, Baby?”

His thumbs stroke your cheeks, gentle and loving as you just stare at him a little dazed. You manage a soft hum, and he begins the process of putting you back together for the public. 

You cringed a bit as he helped you pull the pants of your scrubs back up, at least they were dark… right? You’d change into your backups as soon as you found the courge to leave the storage room. Then there was your hair which Jack lovingly braided as quickly as he could, before fixing himself the best he could

“Everyone’s totally gonna know… Ugh…”  you leaned your head against his chest, sighing at the thought of John or Ellis questioning where you two were for the past 15 minutes. 

“You look fine, besides who cares?” He questioned, “Do you know how many times I’ve heard the same story from other departments,” 

“Yeah but this is us,” you gave him a deadpan expression, as he reached behind you so that he could grab your stethoscope and badge reel from one of the many shelves behind you. 

He gave you a nonchalant shrug, and one last kiss on the forehead. “You ready to go get ‘em tiger?”

“You’re so dead whe we get home, it’s not even funny Jack Abbot!” 

“We still have about two more hours, so I think I’m safe, Princess.” 

mercvry-glow 2025

[steddieasitgoes]

Eggs

written for @steddiebingo hop into spring mini event prompt: eggs | rating: g | wc: 1.8K tags: pre-relationship, humor, post-Season 2, Eddie POV

this is really dumb, but I’ve been in a terrible writing rutt because 2025 is being incredibly cruel to me and this idea made me laugh and I needed to write it so here we are

“This is bullshit!” Eddie swears, throwing his arms up and nearly knocking over the display of cheap gum and candy behind him at the register. 

“We have a strict policy,” the clerk says, tapping a worn Post-it note stuck to the small counter separating him from Eddie. 

Eddie scoffs, rolling his eyes. “You mean to tell me that big man Bradley himself has requested his minimum wage employees police the amount of eggs that paying customers can buy?”

“Yes,” the clerk says. “One dozen per person under the age of 21.” 

“It’s not alcohol, James. It’s eggs.”

“Eggs, you and your freak friends use to damage property.” 

“How many times do I have to tell you, I’m not going egging?” 

“That’s what they all say.”

Eddie wants to scream.

Sure, shitty kids in this town have been known to buy dozens of eggs just to hurl them at homes and people, but he’s not one of them. At least, not the one that’s doing the throwing; he has had his fair share of being on the receiving end, though, which is why he wouldn’t stoop to such low activities. 

Egging is beneath him. It’s not creative enough of a punishment for the assholes in this town — and yeah, okay, maybe it’s also because he can’t throw an egg to save his life much less hit the right target but that’s beside the point. 

Eddie fingers through his wallet, plucking out a handful of bills. He slams them down over the worn Post-it note and shoves them towards James. “Just take the money and give me my eggs.” 

He reaches over, yanking one of the cartons into his hands. He moves to grab the second, but James’s faster, swatting it out of Eddie’s grasp. It hits the edge of the counter on the way down, opening and sending a dozen of eggs to the ground. A few crack at Eddie’s feet, covering his boots in fresh yolks, while a handful roll down towards the exit.

“Damn it,” James swears, flicking raw egg from his own hands. “That’s the dozen you’re payin’ for.” 

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Eddie growls. The entire store is looking at him now, including a bruised and battered Steve Harrington, who's clearly seen better days. At least someone is having a worse day than he is. “I’m not paying for those! I’m paying for three cartons of uncracked eggs.” 

“You’re not paying for a damn thing,” James says, yanking the phone free from it’s base beside the register. “I’m calling the police.” 

Eddie can’t help himself; he laughs this time. “For eggs?” 

“No, for assaulting an employee.” 

“I didn’t even touch you! You touched me!” 

“We’ll see about that,” James says, dialing the number to the Hawkins Police Department. 

Eddie does scream this time, letting out a primal groan of frustration. “You’re a piece of shit James. I hope you get a raise for being the patron saint of fucking eggs!” He snatches the money from the counter, shoving it into the pockets of his jacket before stalking out of the store with both middle fingers raised. 

Fucking James. Eddie knew he should have waited in Mable's long line. She may take twice as long, but at least she would have let Eddie make his totally reasonable purchase. Hell, she probably would have offered him a quiche or egg salad recipe because that’s the kind of person Mable is. She’s considerate -- something James is not. 

But no. He just had to pick stupid James’s line because it was the shortest. He should have known better. It’s always the same with his type — lame ass jocks who peaked in high school and are now stuck in their hometown making life miserable for everyone else. 

Eddie’s too fired up to get behind the wheel right now, so he pulls out a cigarette instead. The nicotine does little to curb the frustration coursing through him, but at least it gives him something to do besides marching back into the store and starting something with James, he knows he’ll lose. 

After taking a long drag, he glances at the watch on his wrist. It’s five to eight; far too late to get in the car and drive the twenty miles to the next down over and pick up three dozen eggs. Gertrude is going to be mad. And then Wayne is going to be pissed when she and her gang retailiate against their trash. 

Fucking James. 

Eddie finishes his cigarette, snubbing out the end with the boot of his foot. He’s about to climb into his van when he’s accosted by none other than Steve Harrington. Great. Just what Eddie needs. Another lame, has-been jock giving him shit for simply existing. 

Steve’s eye is a deep shade of purple. There’s dried blood caked into the corner of his cracked lip, and there are remnants of some cheap band-aid adhesive around a gash above his eyebrow that probably needs stitches. And that’s just his face. He’s walking smaller, curled in like every step he takes closer to Eddie physically pains him. He probably shouldn’t be lugging around two paper bags full of groceries either, but what does Eddie know? He’s not a doctor. 

“You look like shit, Harrington.” 

“A plate to the side of the head will do that to you.” 

Eddie winces. He’s been hit in the head by a fair share of objects, but never a plate which leads him to wonder who Harrington pissed off. He doesn’t ask. Instead, he deflects. “Bet the other guy looks even worse.” 

Steve snorts, immediately grimacing. “Sure, let’s go with that.” 

Eddie fidgets, feet shuffling. This is the longest he’s ever been in Steve’s presence outside of mandated classes, and he doesn’t know what to say to him. Especially not when his face looks like that. Thankfully, he doesn’t have to because Steve moves, holding out one of the brown paper bags for Eddie to take. 

“Does the liege need an assistant to his chariot?” Eddie asks, staring at the heavy brown bag Steve’s struggling to keep hold of. “I’m sure one of the fair maidens inside would have assisted you.” 

Eddie waits for Steve to scoff and give him shit for speaking like some medieval idiot; but the judgment doesn’t come. At least, not in the form of harsh words. He does get a front row seat to Steve Harrington’s bitchy eye roll though so it’s not a total loss. 

“These are for you.” 

“For me?” Eddie asks, reluctantly taking the bag from Steve’s hand. He glances inside, almost afraid that something is going to pop out of him. Instead, he finds not one, not two, not even three, but four dozen eggs carefully stacked in the bag. “What the hell?” 

“I heard you arguing with James inside,” Steve says. “He’s a jerk. I mean, the guy is working a minimum wage cashier job and he’s still finding ways to be a total douchebag.” 

“So what? You just went to a different cashier and bought four dozen eggs?” 

“No,” Steve says, shaking his head. “I went back to James with three dozen eggs, and he threw in the fourth for free so I could ‘teach whatever freak that rearranged my face a lesson’.” 

“Fuckin’ hypocrite.” 

“Tell me about it.” 

Eddie blinks, the reality of the situation hitting him all at once. Ten minutes ago he was nearly arrested for trying to buy eggs and now he’s standing out here holding four dozen bought and paid for by Steve “the hair” Harrington who took a plate to the head less than 48 hours ago if his bruises are anything to go by. 

What the hell is going on in this town? 

“I uh,” Eddie starts, then stops, shaking his head. “You didn’t have to do that, but thanks.” 

“It wasn’t a big deal. I mean, they’re just eggs, right?” 

“Just eggs to you and me maybe,” Eddie says.  “But these things are gold to Gertrude. You saved my ass from her wrath. 

“Gertrude?”

“My pet. She loves eggs.” 

“I didn’t know dogs could eat eggs.” Something washes over Steve in an instant — a look of panic if Eddie’s not mistaken. His eyes grow wide and then narrow into slits as they scan the permiter of the parking lot. His grip on the bag tightens as his entire body goes stiff. And then he’s leaning closer, lips practically touching Eddie’s ear as he drops his voice. “It is a dog, right? Like a furry, wagging tail dog with a full face kind of dog?” 

“Are there dogs without faces?” Eddie asks, suddenly very concerned for Steve’s well-being. If he didn’t get stitches for the gash over his eyebrow, there’s no way he got looked at for a concussion. Maybe he’s hallucinating right now. That would explain why he willingly bought four dozen eggs for Eddie of all people. “Are you concussed still, Harrington? Do you need a ride home or something?”

“I need to know who is eating all these eggs,” Steve says, deathly serious. He takes a step closer, backing Eddie up against the van. “It’s not a dog, is it?” 

Eddie shakes his head. 

“Does it have a face?” 

“Man, what are you—“ 

“Does it have a face, Eddie?” Steve shouts, startling a few shoppers headed to and from their cars. 

Eddie’s never been more grateful for ease droppers than right now because Steve takes a few steps back, giving Eddie enough space to take a deep breath and try to figure out what the fuck is going on. 

“Eddie, I swear to—” 

“Gertrude is a raccoon!” Eddie says in a rush. “She’s a mother racoon who lives in Forest Hills and thinks she owns the damn place. She had babies this year, and I’ve been feeding them so they stay out of our trash. 

Apparently, Gertrude is a gossip and told other raccoons, and now we have a whole horde of them. If I don’t leave scrambled eggs out on the porch, they wreak havoc on the entire park.” 

“Oh.” Steve takes several steps back now, clearly satisfied by Eddie’s answer. “Are they cute?” 

Eddie’s not a hundred percent sure it’s possible to get whiplash from a conversation, but if it is, he’s experiencing a pretty severe case of it right now. “Are you sure you’re not concussed?” 

Steve waves him off. “Hop gave me the all clear last night. Told me to ice it with some peas, which is why I came here.” 

“Okay…” 

“So is she cute? This Gertrude raccoon?” 

“I mean, she’s a raccoon, so yes, obviously.”

“Right,” Steve nods, then glances at the bag in Eddie’s hand. “Four dozen eggs is a lot for one person to make. Do you want some help?” 

Jesus H. Christ, what is going on right now? 

“You, Steve Harrington, want to help me make scrambled eggs for a family of raccoons?” 

Steve shrugs. “Beats sitting at home alone with a bag of peas on my head.” 

“What the hell,” Eddie mutters to himself, before turning to Steve. “Alright, Harrington. You can come help, but no distractions. If we don’t have eggs out on the porch by 9:30, Gertrude will make us pay.” 

“Nothing’s scarier than a hungry woman,” Steve jokes. “Lead the way.” 

[no-144444]

꩜ summary: 2 years after he's seen you, and you're still both thinking the same thing...

꩜ pairing: oscar piastri x fem! reader

꩜a/n: smut 18+

Oscar had no idea what he was doing there. A concert wasn’t usually his scene anyway, but your concert. Fuck, he was out of place, despite not really looking it. Everyone was his age, some guys even looked like him (though they were clearly dragged by their partners), and honestly, had he a gin and tonic in his hand and maybe Logan and Lando by his side, he would’ve probably enjoyed himself. Well, that, and not having a long and deep history with the woman performing. But here he was, drink-less, and Hattie beside him. 

It had been what, 2 years since you’d last seen each other? Not that bad, right? Wrong. He couldn’t stop thinking about you, and the weeks just ticked by so much that texting you would be weird. Oscar was… a kid back then (not really, he was 20), when you two… started, if something even started. It had been one drunk night which had turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to him. He remembered everything from that night, despite the ridiculous amount of alcohol he consumed. 

“Have you met Y/n?” Pierre mused, a smirk on his lips. Oscar gulped. The randomest people were always invited to F1 events, and Oscar wasn’t usually interested in attending, but one bad race result meant he wanted a drink, and stuff always tasted better when someone else was paying for it, especially when that someone was the FIA. FIA parties were always interesting. All the celebrities who had come to the race, any driver who wasn’t flying home, and all the F2 drivers who hadn’t left yet. The music was deafening, the lights were low, and bad decisions were inevitable. 

“Who’s that?” he asked as Pierre wrapped an arm around his shoulder, pulling him in closer with that ill-intended smirk he always wore before getting Oscar into trouble. 

“She’s your age, she’s a singer, and she’s hot,” Pierre pushed Oscar into the crowd, his drink almost spilling all down the back of a girls dress, and knocking her over. 

“Shit! Sorry,” he cursed, steadying you with a hand on your shoulder. “You alright?” 

You turned around to meet his eyes, and his entire body went stiff. Shit, Pierre wasn’t lying, you were stunning. “All good, thanks though,” you smiled back, flashing him a look of your perfect teeth. Whoever was going to procreate with you was lucky. 

“I’m Oscar, by the way,” he held out his hand to be shaken. This was a rare show of confidence from Oscar. The regular him would’ve just walked on and never thought about the interaction again. “I’m with Alpine-”

“I know who you are,” you chuckled, a wonderful, melodic sound over the deafening music. “I’m Y/n,” you shook his hand. “You’re really talented, too bad about the Sprint this weekend though,” you offered him a sympathetic look, but he was focusing pretty hard on not looking at your tits and the way they jumped out of your dress. 

“Yeah, a shame but… it’s whatever,” he shrugged. “Do you want to grab a drink?” 

“Holy shit,” you whispered against his ear as he continued kissing down your neck. “Never thought I’d be fucked on an F1 car,” you chuckled, digging your nails into his back muscles. He groaned against your neck, but never stopped. Maybe bringing you into the alpine garage to fuck you on an f1 car wasn't the wisest choice, but he did it anyway. The cocky part of his brain told him it was due to the fact he wanted to, but in reality, he just wanted to impress you.

“First time for everything,” he grunted, pulling back. “You’re sure?” he asked. 

“So sure,” you nodded, fisting the bottom of his stupid alpine shirt. He didn’t need to be told twice. He smirked and turned your back to him, feeling a sense of satisfaction when he heard you were moaning at that alone. “Liked that?’ he teased, and you slapped his arm playfully. 

“Just fuck me Oscar,” you rolled your eyes, bending over and leaning on the car. He let out a breath as he pulled your panties down your legs. “I thought racecar drivers were meant to be fast?” you mocked. “You’re taking your time.” 

He shrugged and started unzipping his trousers. “I like to enjoy the view when I’m not driving 300 km an hour,” he was feeling increasingly cocky, and he knew no one was taking him down from this high. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, leaning over you and taking one of your hands in his as he pulled the condom on his cock. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder and felt you shiver under him. He was hard, harder than he’d ever been probably. He was going to enjoy this. “You ready?”

“Fuck me Oscar,” you pushed back against him, and he slipped in with one swift motion. Both of you were just frozen for a moment, you were adjusting to his size, while he was trying not to cum already. You were so fucking tight, he had no idea what he was going to do. Maybe he’d have to start naming world champions in his head to hold off longer, or maybe he’d just cum prematurely and make an ass of himself in front of the most interesting girl he’d ever met. Shockingly, he preferred the first option. 

“You can move now,” your voice was low and small, but it didn’t bother him one bit. 

He didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled back and thrust into you once, knocking the air out of your lungs. Quickly, you two built a rhythm that had you both moaning out louder than either of you had planned. He genuinely prayed no one would check the security cam footage, or else he was for sure fucked. 

“So good Osc,” you whined, grinding back against him. “Feels so good.” 

“Feels fucking amazing,” he groaned, throwing his head back as he thrust into you harder. “So fucking beautiful baby.” 

It didn’t go unnoticed, the way you tightened around him when he said it. He smirked. Nothing was getting him off this ego boost. Ever. 

“Dear god,” you gasped out as he quickened his pace. 

“Not God, Oscar,” he smirked, earning him another slap to the arm. Worth it. 

The next time it happened, it was after Coachella. You’d flown him out to California, he watched your set, and then spent three hours in your dressing room getting rode like a fucking horse. He didn’t complain once. The visits gradually became more regular, and in hotel rooms, or the odd dressing room, or sometimes his Monaco apartment. It was sometimes just lunch, or dinner, and then it turned into that more than sex, and that’s when you ran, and he got his heart broken. 

He shook the memories away and sunk further into the crowd (he hoped), and adjusted the green cap on his head, trying to blend in some more. The last few notes of one of your songs played, and he smiled, watching you perform. 

“How are we feeling Melbourne?” you asked and the crowd went wild. He even clapped a bit, but mostly because Hattie slapped his arm. “Well, I have something for you, it’s a new song…” you paused as the crowd went insane. Hattie grabbed onto his shoulder, her mouth hung open with shock. “It’s called ‘Dear God’, and it’s about a Melbourne native,” you winked at the crowd before the opening chords began. 

His mouth was hung open and all the blood rushed to his ears. He wore ear plugs to concerts, he always had. He had never been a fan of too much noise, but he immediately ripped them out of his ears, and gawked. You danced around the stage, and his eyes never left your body as he listened to the damned lyrics. 

“Dear god, take his kiss right out my brain, take the pleasure outta my pain, take the way he used to say, ‘I love you’, dear god, get his imprint out of my back, take ‘amazing’ out of our sex, take away the way I still might want to,” you sang looking out on the crowd. 

And then your eyes found him and time stopped. You continued singing, you kept dancing, but your eyes never left his. Much like you never stopped thinking about him. Much like you never stopped loving him. Every word was meant. Every word was for him. 

“I want to meet that guy,” you pointed him out to one of your guards. “We know each other. Offer the girl with him a VIP package, she’s famous too. Just, send him straight to my dressing room and send her to the meet and greet, yeah?” 

He nodded, and left to start arranging it. 

The show came and went, and someone told you there was ‘a strange man’ in your dressing room. You smirked. 

“Amazing sex?” he teased, his hands in his pockets. “I think it was a bit better than that.” 

You rolled your eyes and closed the gap between you two, wrapping your arms around his neck. You were hugging him. The world stopped for the second time that night. His arms wrapped around you and squeezed, tight. It felt good. Right. “Missed you,” you admitted, your voice muffled by his (now) broad chest. “Where have you been?” 

You knew it wasn’t a fair question when you were the one who walked away, but you knew Oscar well enough to know he’d just smile and say something deeply profound as if it were completely unremarkable. 

“Waiting for you, I guess,” he shrugged. Check. 

You smiled against his chest. “I love you,” you whispered. “I’m sorry I didn’t say it sooner.” 

He pulled back, cupping your cheek with one of his perfect, boyish smiles. “No need to be sorry,” he shook his head. “It all worked out.”

You nodded and pressed forward, catching his lips with yours. All that heat and hurt you caused each other, all those years spent together and cautious, and those spent alone and miserable, it all culminated in that kiss. It was the kind of kiss that made you never want to stop, but alas, humans need air, and Oscar felt fit to faint, but then again, he would for you. 

“Also, the sex was way better than amazing,” you agreed, a chuckle on your lips.  He laughed out loud, that perfect, Oscar laugh. You leaned in and buried your head in his neck.

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ Confessions of a best friend

pairing(s)- Mattheo Riddle x fem!slytherin!reader

summary- Two oblivious idiot best friends confessing their love for one another after an incident at a party.

category- Fluff

warnings- swearing, kissing, Slytherin!reader, slight angst, google translated Italian, not proofread

word count: 5048

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You and Mattheo had met during your first year of Hogwarts. You had befriended Enzo aka Lorenzo Berkshire within the first week of school.

Within the first month you guys became very close friends which meant he quickly introduced you to his group of friends. You and Theo quickly bonded over your love of reading, Pansy over fashion and being the only girls, Draco because of the sassy demeanor you both held, and Blaise with the laidback attitude. You become knitted into their group of friends very quickly and it felt like you guys had known each other forever.

Then there was Mattheo Riddle. The two of you were very close now, but it was the hardest to get a friendship between the two of you.

The boy had interested you when you first met, you were drawn to him like a moth to a flame, but as Slytherins do you played it cool and pretended you felt nothing of the sorts. Although what you didn’t know was Mattheo felt the exact same way.

This had been the first time Mattheo truly felt the need or more so the desire to speak to someone, to get close to a person but when he met you he couldn’t help it. Though one thing about the boy, he didn’t like getting close to people, his small group was enough and then Enzo brought it some girl. The fact that he wanted no NEEDED to speak to you scared him, so he tried his best to distance himself from you at first.

That plan didn’t stick through seeing as not even a week later he broke and striked up a conversation, between just the two of you during a group hangout.

Now you guys were all in your sixth year at Hogwarts and all of you had stayed best friends the entire time.

You and Mattheo were now best friends, if one of your mutual friends couldn’t find one of you they knew they were with the other. The whole group loved the two of you as a pair, they truly saw that you brought the best out in one another. They would just have to wait till the day you guys become a couple surfaced, because it was painfully obvious the two of you were in love.

And speaking of love…

You fell for Mattheo at the age of 13

Mattheo fell for you at the age of 12

You knew deep down in your heart you would always be Mattheos, even if nothing happened between the two of you.

And Mattheo knew that he would never stop loving you, he would always be yours no matter what happened or who else there was.

But the two of you were stubborn, oblivious idiots. It was painfully obvious to everyone in the entire school, even the teachers that the two of you were in love. Everyone except for each other.

The both of you had flings and you even had a very short term boyfriend while trying to get rid of the feelings you guys held for each other but they never went away.

Now being 17 and in your sixth year of Hogwarts and you were in History of Magic class that you had with your whole friend group but Blaise and Theo skipped the class today, meaning it was only Pansy, Draco, Enzo, Matteo, and You.

You were seated with Pansy and another girl by the name of Jackie while the three boys were seated together.

“uccidimi adesso, Stop drooling” Theo rolls his eyes as he bumps Mattheos shoulder with his own.

The boy snaps out of his trance and turns to his right at his friend “What are you talking about” he glares

“don’t be an idiot” Draco cuts in quickly

“Y/n, you never stop staring at her” Theo adds on with a slight smirk as both boys look to their friend.

“Shut up, she might hear you!” Mattheo whispers harshly, his head snapping towards the girl in question.

Both of his friends roll their eyes, they love Mattheo they really do, and they love you as well but they were starting to get exhausted at how oblivious the two of you were. It was truly ridiculous.

Draco scoffs and turns away from his in love friend and towards the teacher “Just ask her out dimwit”

“I will not be asking Y/n out, she does not feel the same way I do. Plus, these feelings will go away soon enough” Mattheo lies, he knew his feelings weren’t going away ever, let alone anytime soon.

In response to his words his friends roll their eyes once again and drop the subject, they really wish their friends would just get a grip…or a brain.

It was silent for a long while, the two of you listening to the teachers lesson “I don’t see why you don’t just tell him” Pansy says quietly with a shrug, interrupting the silence between the two of you.

“Huh?” You turn to her quickly, brows furrowed in confusion. Careful to mot make it known to the teacher that the two of you were talking

“Mattheo, duh. He’s obviously head over heels for you” Pansy shrugs one again, this time with a glint in her eyes and a smirk on her face.

“and you are delusional” You cut in with a teasing smile. In your brain there was no way the Mattheo Riddle, the man that took up so much space in your heart and mind held the same emotions for you, it was simply impossible.

Pansy goes to say something else but is cut off when you guys hear the teachers voice. “Mattheo Riddle, do I need to take points from Slytherin?”

Everyone’s heads turn to the boy but the only one he pays attention to is you. Your eyes meet for a split second before he looks back to the teacher.

“no, ma’am” Mattheo answers her with with a smile

The teacher nods and continues onto her lesson but your eyes lock with Mattheo’s once again. You look at him with curiosity while he looks at you with a smile, a question shining through your eyes. ‘are you okay?’

And Mattheo can read those beautiful

y/c/e he fell in love with easily. He nods at you with a smile which causes you to relax and nod at him with a smile of your own, then the two of you turn back towards the lesson.

A little while later class is now ended so you pack your bag and walk out of classroom with Pansy by your side.

When the two of you walk out you see Mattheo, Enzo, and Draco all waiting outside the classroom together for the both of you.

“hello boys” You say, ending up right next to Mattheo

The other two boys chorus back greetings but your eyes are mostly on Mattheo. One you and Pansy greet the three boys all of you start to walk towards the Slytherin common room.

“Hi” Mattheo says quietly, the greeting meant solely for you. His hands reach out hastily yet with no force and takes your bag off of your shoulders then onto his own.

You knew there was no point in arguing, there was a lot of stuff in your bag meaning it was heavy, but you knew Mattheo could handle it. He insisted to carry your bags all the time, as long as he was around you never carried your own school bag.

“Hi, Matty” You respond with a smile on your face, matching his own.

Standing close side by side you guys fall into your own conversation full of loving looks, smiles, and laughter while walking through the corridors.

Little did you guys know your friends were watching the two of you with annoyed eyes, they just wanted you guys to confess already…and so they formed a plan.

There would be a party 2 nights away from tonight in the Slytherin common room. They needed to find a way to make the two of you jealous, they didn’t know how just yet but they knew they were going make you guys realize the obvious mutual feelings.

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It was now the day of the party and you were excited. You loved parties when you had your best friends by your side, plus there was free alcohol.

You wore a simple but very cute and fitting emerald green dress, along with some simple makeup and short black heels.

You looked yourself in the mirror and then you hear your door open so you quickly turn behind you and see Pansy walking into your room with a smirk on her face and a black dress hugging her body.

“Well don’t you look sexy” Pansy remarks as she loses your door behind herself

You turn away from the mirror completely, now facing her “And dont you look gorgeous” you remark back with a smirk as well

“come on, the party’s started and we gotta get drunk” Pansy tells you, grabbing your hand and dragging you out of your room. You laugh in response and let her drag you through the halls of Hogwarts.

When you guys arrive at the party you both immediately take a shot of whatever alcohol Pansy had given you and then you both made your own drinks to sip on.

You were laughing and dancing with Pansy to the music echoing through the Slytherin common room when a hand is suddenly on your back. You whip around in shock ready to tell of whoever had touched you without permission but when you do you come face to face with Mattheo.

Mattheo holds his hands up slightly in surrender. “Im sorry Princess, I didn’t mean to scare you” Mattheo tells you sincerely.

“Its okay, Matty” You respond with a smile, the both of you walking closer to one another.

“Come on, the groups missed you. The both of you” Mattheo says, reaching for her hand that wasn’t occupied by her drink. She meets his hand halfway and they walk together to the space your friends had occupied, Pansy was already there seeing as she walked away from you when she noticed Mattheo.

“Theres our missing member!” Lorenzo yells, launching up from his seat and drunkenly walking over to you.

The boy then gives you a hug “Hi, Enzo” you laugh, hugging him back with a smile.

Your relationship with Enzo was weird to the eyes of others. Others meaning people who weren’t yourselves or your friends. People thought you were dating around the time you two became friends, but that was quickly shut down when talk that the both of you were seeing other people got around. Hell even your friends thought the two of you were dating but when the boys talked to Enzo personally one night and he laughed in their face is when the rumor that they were a thing was officially over.

The relationship that you and Enzo had was completely platonic. In your eyes he was your best friend, but only that. He was like that one cousin that you love so much and you get so excited when you can see them, only with the exception of they see each other everyday. She was truly thankful for her friendship with Enzo, he was her first friend here and now she has all these other amazing friends because of him.

But she had a different kind of relationship with everyone in the group.

“We missed you!” Enzo tells you happily, grabbing your hand and dragging you to sit beside him on one of the couches, but you’re careful to steady the drink in your hand. As youre being dragged off you giggle and let him take you to the couch. The whole friend group was there sitting around.

On the couch you were seated in between Enzo and Theo but that was soon changed when Mattheo followed the two of you and took the seat between you and Theo.

Theo bumps Mattheos shoulder “Stop glaring at them” He whispers, seeing Mattheo glaring at y/n and drunken Enzo who was practically hanging off your side.

Some time had passed of talking with your friends and glares from Mattheo being thrown Enzo’s way when you weren’t looking, you had finished your drink and you were having fun. All of a sudden your favorite party song comes through the speakers.

You gasp and turn to your left to Mattheo but he’s already looking at you with a knowing smile. “Dance with me!” You squeal, standing up and holding your hand out to Mattheo excitedly.

Mattheo immediately caves in and sighs, getting up and taking your open hand as you both walk hand in hand to the dance floor.

The boy would never admit it out loud but you were the only person who would ever be able to get him to dance, any kind of dancing. Hell if you asked him to do ballet he would as long as you were by his side. If it was any other person it would simply be a hookup he wouldn’t speak to the next morning and the dance would only be grinding on each other but even then he simply didn’t want to. When he had hookups they were all to try and get you off his mind, which never worked, eventually he stopped.

But with you, he would do anything to see your face light up like it did when he grabbed your hand for a dance, he would dance with you because he knew it made you happy, he would dance with you because he lived to see you having fun and be so carefree, he would dance with you because he loved the touch of your skin, and he danced with you because he loved having these kinds of moments with you.

You guys were dancing messily and crazily but without a care in the world, because you guys had each other. When you were around each other, nothing else mattered. Mattheo then took your hand and spun you out then back into him, you threw your head back and laughed like a little kid. The song ended right after and you got out of his arms, trying to catch your breath combined with laughing which was almost the same boat Mattheo was in.

Your hands stayed interlocked as you guys calmed down from the dancing the both of you just did. Mattheo leans in closer to you so you could hear his voice “do you want another drink?” he asks

“Sure” you answer loudly with a nod so he would be able to hear you over the loud music. With your hands still interlocked he gently pulls you with him towards the drink table, not wanting to leave you alone for a moment.

Mattheo makes you a drink then hands it over to you with his award winning smile. “y/n/n” he speaks happily as he hands you your drink “the Mattheo special” he continues once you’ve grabbed the drink.

You take a sip of it and give him a nod of approval “good like always” you tell him, you’ve had the drink of course, you’ve partied and hung out with Mattheo plenty of times but every time he made it for you he would make you review it.

The both of you walk over to a wall and talk with your drinks in your hands. “How was your day today y/n/n ?” Mattheo asks, genuine curiosity shining through his features like every time he spoke to you.

“It was good, Potions is definitely messing with my brain though. I dont know if I’m going to pass the upcoming test.” You admit, grimacing slightly while you look into his eyes

His happy face drops for only a split second before its overcome by his same smile. “How about I tutor you in potions and you tutor me in Herbology in return, Im really needing it right now” He bounces up and down on his feet slightly while talking to you

A huge smile overcomes your face “That would be great, starting tomorrow night?” You ask

“Whenever youd like” Mattheo responds with a shake of his head

“Perfect, after dinner tomorrow night it is” You declare, taking a sip of your drink after speaking.

Mattheo nods in response to your declaration and then clears his throat. “I haven’t yet told you how beautiful you looked tonight” He tells you and you can tell he means it genuinely, you can read Mattheo to a T.

“Thank you, Matty” You speak softly, looking down at your shows for a moment then back at him with a big smile.

The boy in front of you goes to say something else to you but is cut off when you gasp. He looks down at you and immediately sees what happened.

A boy bumped into your side which made you spill your drink and now its all over your front. Your plastic cup is now on the ground and your hands are up slightly in the air as you look down at your now wet chest and dress.

“My bad” The dude who bumped into chuckled and goes to walk off but is quickly pulled back when a hand pulls him by the back of his shirt.

“Say sorry to her” Mattheo speaks to the boy angrily, his glare never leaving the boys face.

After hearing the commotion everyone’s eyes turn to the three of you and watch the scene unfold.

“Woah, dude-

“Don’t you think this lovely woman deserves a rightful apology” Mattheo growls, his hand still grabbing at the boys shirt.

“Mattheo, I just want to get cleaned up” You tell him dejectedly

Mattheos face turns to you as soon as he hears your voice and his angry expression drops into a concerned one in an instant. He drops the boys shirt and gently grabs your arm in comfort.

“Im really sorry” the random Slytherin says with wide eyes before walking off.

Neither of you were even paying attention to the boy anymore, only to each other.

“Im sorry, come on princess” Mattheo speaks softly, only for you two to hear. The two of you walk away from the party and to your dorm room, His hand staying gently, almost not there at all on your bicep as you guys walk together.

Neither of you talked the short walk to your dorm, Mattheo opens the door for you and you step inside. He closes the door behind himself and he hears you speak softly “Don’t look” The boy turns his back to you and faces the closed door while you peel off your now wet dress.

“Um, don’t look, Im only in a bra and underwear but Im going to take a shower to wash all of this off of me��You can go back to the party” You speak up, grabbing your dress and putting it in your clothes hamper.

“I’ll stay here and wait for you, as long as thats okay with you” Mattheo responds, bouncing on his feet as he still faces the door.

“Yeah Mattheo, of course thats okay. Just wait on my bed or something” You say, walking into the bathroom and gently shutting the door behind you. Once you’re in the bathroom Mattheo turns away from your door and walks over to your bed, taking off his shoes and sitting down on it. He hears your shower turn on and relaxes, he grabs one of the books on your nightstand, careful not to mess up any of your pages or lose your place. It was one of the romance books you loved, Mattheo was never a romance fan until he fell hard for you. Now he found himself relating everything romantic thing he saw, read, and heard to you.

Around 10-15 minutes later you turn the water off and carefully step out of the shower, grabbing your towel and starting to dry yourself off.

Mattheo’s reading is interrupted when he hears his favorite voice call out his name.

“Matty?” You call out, opening your bathroom door and peaking only your head out.

“Yes?” Mattheo questions, looking towards you with furrowed brows.

“Can you please grab me some clothes, I forgot to grab some” You ask him, shivering slightly when the cold air hits you through the open door.

The boys eyes widen slightly and he gets up from his spot on your bed and sitting your book aside “Of course, what did you want?” He asks

“Just some sweatpants, a tank top, and a pair of fuzzy socks” you respond, not getting used to the cold air that was being let into the bathroom

Mattheo nods and walks towards your dressers, immediately trying to find clothes to match what you asked for. You closed the door and wrapped the towel around your body while you wait.

You were looking at yourself in the mirror while you wait for him but your actions are interrupted when you hear a soft knock on the door.

When you open the door Mattheo swears that you physically tore out his lungs because you stole his breath just like you had done many times before. Youre hair was still wet and you were only covered in a towel while specks of water still graced your beautiful skin. He looks you up and down quickly and swallows before trying to meet your eyes quickly before you could notice. Mattheo holds out your clothes to you “Here” he speaks softly, barely audible.

“Thank you” you whisper in response, taking your clothes from his hand with a smile and gently closing the door.

Mattheo stands in front of your door for a moment before he takes a deep breath and walks back over to your bed where he was before.

A couple moments later you walk out of the bathroom, now clad in the clothes you had asked Mattheo to grab for you. You walk over to your desk and start brushing your hair out, Mattheos eyes follow you across the room and never turn away from your silhouette. As he’s staring at you he sees your mouth moving but doesn’t hear a word you said. “huh?” He asks, blinking out of his stare

You laugh in response of Mattheos obliviousness “I said thank you”

“You already said thank you for the clothes y/n/n, and it wasn’t a big deal” The dark headed boy responds, shaking his head in dismissal.

“Not for that, Idiot” You laugh

Mattheo gasps “How dare you call me an idiot!” He exclaims jokingly, standing up from the bed.

You put down the hairbrush and laugh “Oh, I dare!” You joke back, standing up from your chair as well.

“Ohh you’re gonna wish you didn’t!” Mattheo says. He then races over to you and all you had time to do was squeal, you weren’t able to run away. He grabs you from behind and spins you around in his arms, lifting you up off the ground.

They both of you can’t stop laughing, even once he puts you down. You turn around in his arms, your laughter finally quieted down. “I meant thank you for standing up for me, just like you always do” You tell him, your hands landing on his arms that were still interlocked around your waist.

“You don’t have to thank me for that” Mattheo shakes his head “I would do anything for you” He says honestly, a look of vulnerability flashing through his face

Your face drops for a moment, stunned by the vulnerability in his face but you put a small smile back on your face “I know you would” You respond softly with a slight nod

“No you don’t” Mattheo moves his arms out from around you and runs a hand through his hair what looks to be in stress, he then goes on to turn away from you and take a couple steps away

“What?” You ask in confusion and shock. You furrow your brows and take a single step towards him.

“you don’t get it” Mattheo whispers shaking his head, his back still turned towards you

“Matty, what are you talking about?” You ask in confusion. You wanted to reach out and help him with whatever it was that he was thinking but you wanted to wait till he was still, you didn’t know if he would want your help, especially any physical touch at the moment.

“You” Is the only thing Mattheo utters

“Me?” You repeat confused

Mattheo then finally turns around, his hands are free from his air and his eyes are piercing into you like they never have before.

“I would do absolutely anything for you, and just because it’s you who asked. When I look at you, I see my future, I see my hopes and dreams, I see everything I could ever want. I am so in love with you it hurts not being with you, but it’s better than you knowing and not loving me back but at the same time it feels so good to love you because you’re you. Ive never felt this way about anyone before and I know I never will if it’s not you. I love you.”

You’re stunned. There are truly no words to express how you are feeling at the moment, no one has ever said anything remotely like that to you. You loved Mattheo more than even yourself could express or imagine, but hearing him speak those words sent you into shock, most people would jump in joy, or squeal, or go in for a kiss, or immediately start confessing their love back but you were frozen, rooted in your spot.

Mattheos eyes hadn’t left you once during the confession and now that your silence is the only thing filling the air. Mattheo looks down at his feet and starts walking towards the door to leave.

You quickly reach out and grab his hand, stopping him from leaving. “I love you” You whisper, looking into his eyes. You hadn’t realized that your eyes had glassed over but you did realize that tears formed in Mattheo’s eyes. You quickly reach the hand that wasn’t holding Mattheo’s up and wipe the singular tear that fell from his face.

“What did you say?” Mattheo whispers, looking into your eyes and gripping your hand tighter. Even though he knew exactly what you said

“I said I love you. Ive loved you since I was 13 and Im sorry for scaring you just then, I was just shocked. I love you so much and I never thought you would love me back. I see my future with you, i’ve lied awake dreaming about it and what it would be like. I know I wont ever love anyone as much as I love you because its always been you, It will always be you”

Mattheo takes a deep shuddering breath and lifts his hand up to hold the side of your face. “Don’t cry” He whispers, moving his thumb to wipe away a tear you didn’t even know fell.

You lean into his touch and the both of you stare into each others eyes that hold so much love. Smiles are now both brought back onto your lips, smiles that no one could match, smiles that no one could take away.

Mattheo takes a step closer to you, now the both of you are chest to chest “Can I kiss you?” Mattheo asks softly, his thumb caressing your cheek.

“Please” you whisper, slightly nodding your head and leaning in just as he was doing.

One of your hands are still interlocked so your free one moves up to his neck, holding it and playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck.

Your lips meet softly but it’s all either of you could ever ask for. The kiss started out soft, gentle, and experimental but as it continued it got passionate, the both of you pouring out every ounce of love and emotion you guys have for each other. Your interlocked hands separate, his now free one holding your waist, and your not free one going up to his neck like your other. The kiss continues, the both of you never wanting to stop, its something the both of you have dreamed of. His tongue swipes over your bottom lip so you open your lips slightly and continuing to kiss until the both of you physically need to separate for air.

“I don’t know if this is a good time, this is kinda my first time at all this stuff but…will you be my girlfriend?” He asks, nerves still showing through even though there shouldn’t be any nerves at all.

“Yes” You laugh with the biggest smile you’ve ever had. You nod happily with your hands still holding his neck.

“Yeah?” Mattheo echoes grinning ear to ear

“yeah” you copy in a whisper.

Mattheo cheers loudly and lifts you off the ground by your waist and spins the both of you around happily. You laugh and throw your head back, your hands on his shoulders leveling you.

After he spins the both of you around he gently sets you back onto the ground and pulls you in closer by the hips. He puts his lips onto yours for the second time, you quickly respond, reciprocating the kiss excitedly.

When you pull away Mattheo whispers “couldn’t help myself”

“Dont apologize for kissing me” you whisper with a laugh

“I am so going to get used to this” Mattheo whispers, pecking your lips quickly 3 times in a row.

You giggle in response and try you hardest to kiss him back but its hard to keep up with his quick pecks.

“I love you” You whisper happily

“I love you more” Mattheo whispers back

“god were already doing this? we’ve been dating for like..not even 5 minutes” you groan and laugh

Mattheo shrugs his shoulders and leans down so the both of you are nose to nose and whispers “We’ve gotta catch up on missed time. Oh and by the way, Ive loved you since I was 12…So, I win.”

a/n: this was one of the first things i wrote to post but just never published it bc i did the valentines week writings and then i got writers block a little bit after

[katsigian]

˖ ‧₊⭒۫ ˖𔓕 ‧ 𝘖𝘊𝘚 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘏𝘖𝘙𝘙𝘖𝘙 𝘛𝘙𝘖𝘗𝘌𝘚 ‧ 𔓕˖ ۫ ⭒₊‧ ˖

I've had this quiz saved in my drafts for a long time and just recently found it again. Took it out of the vault because there's some good OC angst to be had in there [♡]

Some quick lore/context: Vesper Kinlaw and Vega Flores are Valen's half-siblings through their father, Callen Kinlaw. Callen was not a good man; he raised Valen as his heir to the biker gang he was VP of, while Vega and Vesper were his two spares. Both of Valen's siblings were taken by their mothers and raised elsewhere, but Callen still influenced their lives heavily. He was the worst to Valen, though; he taught his son how to be a loyal, vicious heat-seeking missile through horribly abusive and manipulative means. Now, all three siblings are very connected to their father and are very influenced by his genetics, even if they don't wish to be - the Kinlaws are a HELL of a family

✶ 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵 ✶ "you will never need anyone else. outsiders will hurt you, aim to corrupt you and ruin you and leave you in pieces, but your family will always be there for you. everyone has the same eyes, the same smile. the same sickly yellow light cast over their skin. the same tastes, the same food that melts to gray sludge on your tongue. family recipe. hugs last too long, touches linger and sting like sunburn. don't stray too far. if you come back looking like a wolf rather than a sheep, the dogs will eat you."

GOD 😭 so Valen used to be one of those dogs who protected the family. As I mentioned, Valen being part of a biker gang meant that he was very insulated and indoctrinated into their line of thinking - he used to believe they had his best interests in mind, seeing as they were all one big, happy family, right? But they were very slowly killing him and when he realized that, he ran, knowing full well that he could never go back home and have things be the way they were. When he eventually does return to that clubhouse, that territory, they'll do their best to actually kill him this time for his betrayal. But now he'll look every bit like someone who can take them all and win. Not unscathed, maybe terribly damaged, but he can do it

✶ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 ✶ "complete control over you, your complete reliance on her. you are a helpless child, and she makes every decision for you, asserting to you that she knows what's best. hysterical, emotional, even in her love for you, especially in her hatred for you. the fruit of her loins has rotted, and you cannot escape her scorn. distance means nothing if you're doomed to become her."

OOF so this is about poor Vesper 😞 his mother, Devin, was one of those moms that showed her "love" in ways that didn't look like love at all. She was a cold, aloof person and even though she didn't want to provide the basics of a loving home to Vesper, she did want to control his life. Vesper was always aware that he was Devin's cross to bear and all he could do was try to avoid provoking her wrath until he was old enough to run. Once he hit 18, Vesper was gone, but it took years before his mother was gone from him. His first reaction when someone upsets him is to become cold and aloof, just like her, among other things. While he's thankful that she did always keep him fed, clothed, housed, and educated, he knows that it wasn't more than a method of manipulation.

✶ just catholic trauma ✶ "god is judgment. every action is weighted, every action is watched. tally marks on a scoreboard, on skin, your body on a golden scale, and you can't shed enough weight to stop it from tipping. worship isn't enough. sacrifice isn't enough. guilt lays across you in layers. blankets, sheets of snow, cling-wrap cutting off your circulation. you can't save yourself, but you can never stop trying. fire licks at your heels, a constant reminder of what is inevitably waiting for you."

Poor baby 😭 I've always likened the sort of relationship that Callen had with his kids to one of those traumatic religious families; nothing they do is ever good enough for him and you can be sure that he's keeping score of how they screwed up. Vega knows that feeling well thanks to her dad - she hadn't seen him often growing up, but when she did, Callen criticized her for nearly everything. He claimed it was to toughen her up although Vega knew it wasn't for her benefit, but his. And she hated him for it. It was thanks to the hate she had for him that she was able to shape herself into someone better than what Callen wished of her. But, sometimes he still slips through and she can feel his influence in her regardless of her efforts to be rid of him. Sometimes she worries that he'll never leave her.

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[myeyebagsaredesigner]

Uhh, concert band au because I (a former band kid) say so. Here's the bats and co. in a couple situations that I have witnessed or experienced from my time in band.

Alright, in my mind, we got:

Dick on tenor sax, Jason and Tim on trumpet (Tim because he'll probably follow Jason wherever he goes), Damian on clarinet, Steph, Roy, and Babs on percussion, Cass on Euphonium, Wally on trombone, Kon on French horn, and Jon on alto sax. Duke doesn't want to be there but is forced to handle passing out music. And Bruce as conductor, obviously. Bear with me now.

Walking down the halls and transporting instruments after a performance

Dick, rolling a timpani, struggling: "I don't get why I have to take this broken ass timpani. I don't even play it."

Jason, holding a cymbal: "Yeah, good luck with that."

Tim, walking back to the band room: "Dude, that was so bad. I cracked like half those notes."

Damian: "I would've been fine, had my reed not chipped."

Tim: "Yeah, that's the thing to blame."

*Hears a loud thump and turns around, seeing Dick crashed the timpani in the doorway and Jason cackling on the floor*

Tim: *Turns to Damian*

Damian: ".. We were never here."

Kon: *Leaving to get water*

Jon: *Takes his mouthpiece and passes it to the back row*

Jason, taking the metal: "Haha, this is so much funnier when it's not happening to me." *Passes it down the line to Wally*

Kon, coming back: "The fuck? Where's my mouthpiece?"

Bruce: "Alright, horn on measure 15"

Kon: "Where- WHERE'S MY MOUTHPI-"

Duke and Babs chatting:

Roy in the background, gearing up to smack Dick's ass:

Wally: *Playing his music*

Cass, in the middle of rests: *Flips his page upside down*

Wally: *Panic*

Percussion having a lil jam sesh, AKA being called out and worked on by Bruce:

Everyone else: *Silently bopping their heads and dancing every time Bruce looks away*

Duke, in a mocking voice: "Duke, go pass out music! Duke, Collect all the originals! Duke, go find me an overture! Duke-"

Bruce, calling out from his office: "Duke, go make me copies!"

Duke:

Bruce: "Okay Jon, this run we're playing through your solo, so be prepared to go on."

Halfway through the piece, before the solo

Roy: *Farts audibly*

Jon: *Giggles*

Jason and Tim: *Grabbing onto each other in silent laughter*

Steph, head in her hands on the marimba: *Snorts*

Jon misses his entrance and the solo is replaced by silent giggles across the room. Bruce does not stop conducting, sighing in disappointment.

Roy, trying to cover up the boards:

Steph, very much in his way, trying to hump Cass while she packs up her horn:

Bruce: *Working with percussion*

Tim, sighing: "Man, it's always the percussion."

Steph: *Hits him on the head with a drumstick* "You take that back"

Duke, passing out new sheet music: "The fuck is a bassoon? Are any of you a bassoon? What even are you, you all look the same."

*Moves on to brass*

Duke: "Are you a trumpet or a cornet?"

Jason and Tim: *Shrugs*

Duke: "I- whatever, have both."

Duke: "Finally, Cass. Someone reasonable. Are you baritone or euphonium?"

Cass: *Shrugs*

Duke:

Dick and Jon watching a Minecraft parkour video from the phone placed on their stand:

Tim, Jason, Wally, and Cass watching from the row behind them:

Anyone needing to play a solo:

Everybody turning around to stare into their soul:

Jason, minding his own business:

Wally: *Snatches his music and passes it down a row*

Jason: "Hey wait- nO-"

Damian, counting his rests on his fingers: *Looks over to Jon*

Jon, with a different amount of fingers up even though they have the same amount of rests: *Panic*

Damian and Jon, silently communicating and panicking about the rests, both missing their entrance

Jason, squinting at his music: "The fuck? Why the hell is there a 6/8 in here?"

Tim: "How do you count 6/8 again?"

Jason: "That is a very good question." *Mumbling the rhythms to himself* "1 and 2, 3 and, and- no that's not it.. 1 e a 2? 1..2?"

Tim:

Jason:

Jason: "Maybe Damian has the same melody before us."

Tim: "Yeah, let's just listen to him."

[microwavesaferat]

Batfam Headcanon Time!!!!

I'm bored, so I'm gonna list some of my headcanon about different Batfam members.

🚨 Disclaimer 🚨

Most of my shit is made from an evil concoction of DC canon in various shows, movies, and comics, along with some fanon for flavour.

Dick Grayson

Was trained to be a Talon but unknowingly. Still does shit that only a Talon should be able to do, but people chalk it up to the acrobatics.

Speaks several languages semi-fluently from life in the circus, is a bit out of practice though since that was a long time ago.

Given that the Joker exists, circuses are not common in Gotham (like I'm sorry, are you gonna go see a clown when there's a chance it's the Joker?) so everyone assumes that Dick misses the circus to some degree cause it's home. As such, they take him to a circus for his birthday one year and it's instead a massive trigger. This makes him really sad as his connection to his parents has been tainted.

Eventually overcomes the fear surrounding the circus, but, despite doing what he does every night, will not go anywhere near a trapeze.

Still says old Golden Age catchphrases out of habit like "Holy blank Batman!" The others poke fun at him for it.

Superman's favourite nephew. If you've seen some of those old comics where Dick, Bruce and Clark are just doing random activities, you'll know what I mean. Superman is like a jungle gym for him to climb.

Jason Todd

All his hair turned white/grey after the pit but he thought it made him look old so died it back to black. Started keeping parts white for the vibes. (This also explains why designs are inconsistent with the white streak, he is inconsistent when dyeing it)

Ages and timelines are inconsistent with DC, so while Jason was only dead for 6 months - 3 years depending on the source, he still missed 1988 - 2005. So he has no idea that the USSR is gone, that the Berlin wall fell. He also doesn't know who Bush is, or what the hell the "world wide web" is. Dick is very excited to introduce him to the concept of the Pokémon TV show.

The Bats realise he's missing a substantial part of history when they're going to Germany for something, and he asks if they're going to the East or the West.

Moves to a different safehouse every time a member of the family shows up at his current one. It's not that he's trying to be tough and mysterious, they just keep eating all his food.

Sneaks all the money he makes off of being a crime lord into the manor then asks Bruce to transfer him some money for stuff. Bruce thinks he's building bridges with his son, Jason is just laundering money through him.

Has mostly adjusted to the sound of laughter so it's no longer a trigger every time. Maybe occasionally if there's some particularly loud laughing or Joker Venom Victims, it'll fuck him up a bit. (Tim's laugh always sets him off though, there's just something about that giggle and the way the corners of his mouth twitch up almost uncontrollably)

Tim Drake

Not a big fan of the idea of him addicted to coffee, but I do think he would like caffeine in general. He strikes me as a fan of Monsters.

Also not a huge fan of the whole sleep deprived vibe. I do think he's got something wrong with his sleep schedule (I mean, he's really busy) but I think it's more an inconsistency than anything else.

Looks almost exactly like Cassandra. One day she cuts her hair the same length as his and it's genuinely confusing to people. They both get sick of being confused to decide to get an eyebrow piercing to help distinguish them. Issue is they both have the same idea and go get the exact same thing done, so now it's even worse.

Stephanie is concerned that, with Cass looking like Tim, she has a 'type'.

Tim will regularly get lifts home from Kon rather than ride home.

Bruce: Good job today Red, want a lift back to the cave or?

Tim: Na, got my own ride.... KONNNNN!!!!!!!

Kon, appearing for a split second to pick Tim up then fly him to the Manor: Hi B! Bye B!

Tim doesn't laugh much after the whole ordeal with Joker Jr. Every time he does, Bruce and Babs get a Look (TM) on their faces and Jason gets mildly triggered (he also has a chance of triggering himself). As such, he restrains himself to small giggles in the manor. With the Young Justice though, he is free to fully belly laugh without risk. His full laugh doesn't sound like He did, so it's safer.

From growing up a Drake, he has his own "Brucie Wayne" persona. Not quite as severe as Bruce, but still got a charming, if dumb, persona he can adopt at the drop of a hat. Uses it infront of everyone once and, while the majority are shocked, Bruce couldn't be more proud.

Also, his parents weren't neglectful and abusive, not the best parents, but not actively hateful. All around C+ or B parenting. They were out a lot, but never left him alone with no food and shit. Bruce is also a C+ parent, still emotionally stunted with a weird thing about killing.

Damian Wayne

Stopped calling himself the "Blood Son" after someone said that meant he was the only kid Bruce didn't choose.

No longer trying to kill Tim, but will put stuff like food dye in his drinks, or throw a pebble in to prove how easy it would be to poison him.

Will work on cases in the barn with the Batcow because he finds comfort in it and being close to someone/something without being vulnerable. Will claim it's because Batcow gives better advice than the others.

Legally, Talia has visitation rights and used this initially to flirt with Bruce. Damian has given up trying to get his Mother's appreciation and, at some point, switched from calling her Mother to calling her Talia. Eventually, begins calling her "Al-Ghul".

Claims he is not the youngest as Jason is technically like 3 since the Pit reset it.

Jon will stay the night and the conversation will go like this:

Damian: Father, Jon has provided insight into this case I am working on and I believe his presence will prove useful later into my investigation. I would like to complete this in a timely manner, so I am requesting that that Jon is permitted to remain here until dawn.

Bruce: ?

Jon: We're having a sleepover!!!!

Damian: It is more akin to a stakeout as we will be using security footage to track the movement of the Condiment King.

Jon: We're gonna stay up aaaaallllll night, and read scary stories, and watch movies, and paint our nails!

Damian: Also we wish to paint our nails.

I'll write more about the extended fam some other time as this has gotten long.

[d1xonss]

Desert Rose

Chapter 74 ~ Do it

✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Rose

✧ Era : Season 5

✧ Word Count : 6k

In this chapter ~ After the shaking and unnerving incident occurs with Rick's violence, the group has to figure out how to convince Deanna to sway her decision when it comes to letting him stay in the settlement. And Rose plans to not let it go down without a fight.

My head hadn't stopped throbbing. Not only because of the concussion Pete had given me, but because of the constant series of thoughts swirling around my mind on an endless loop. Usually, I was always very supportive of what Rick does and the decisions that he stands for, but yesterday, that was a different story. Aiming that gun at everyone and threatening them the way that he did, it wasn't going to get us anywhere. Even if his words were nothing but the truth, these people weren't going to listen when they felt scared. That wasn't how it works. What he needed to do is get through to Deanna. If he did that, then everyone else would follow.

I was itching to talk to him after the events of yesterday, but Michonne really did a number on him, leaving him still uncurious even after eighteen whole hours. Personally, I wished I was knocked out the same way rather than feeling like a dark cloud of shit was hanging above me. After the fight, Abraham took me into the infirmary to get looked at by a woman named Denise who Pete was apparently training, thankful that there was someone else with medical experience.

She informed me that I had a concussion and a slightly fractured nose, causing some bruising to form underneath my eyes and leaving me looking like a goddamn Dalmation. I looked and felt terrible, so I thought Rick was a lucky bastard to be asleep to mask the majority of his pain.

It was late in the morning when a small group of us got word that he was finally up, not hesitating to gather together and see him while we had the chance. Deanna had suggested that he should be held in custody in an empty basement within one of the spare townhomes, wanting the door to be locked from the outside. Basically, holding him in some type of cell which I though was ridiculous. It wasn't like this man was some kind of monster that needed to be cooped up forever, she was taking it to such greater highs that everyone else watching was starting to think she was right. When she wasn't.

The few of us slowly entered through the door of his room to find him sitting up on a mattress that was on the dirty floor, bandages all over his face along with a hint of distress and exhaustion. Michonne was sat in a chair in the corner of the room, beating us all to the punch as it looked like she had been here for hours, just as anxious to talk with him as the rest of us were.

The man's eyes obviously widened the moment he saw the state I was in, the memories clearly flashing through his mind. "Are you alright?" he wasted no time to ask.

I scoffed, "I'm fine. You should see how you look right now."

He rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose stressfully. "Where'd you get the gun?" Michonne suddenly pressed.

My gaze traveled to the ground the moment she spoke, unable to maintain eye contact with either Rick or Carol, not knowing who would come clean. Not knowing if we should just tell them all that it was our stupid plan to begin with.

"You took it, right? From the armory?" Carol asked, "That was stupid...why did you do it?"

My eyes widened a little at her, though I quickly covered it up as I glanced away again. Wow, talk about throwing someone under the bus. Part of me wanted to burst out laughing at the look on Rick's face at her accusatory tone, I mean why not just let him make up the lie instead?

"Just in case." he finally answered with a shrug.

"Deanna's planning to have a meeting tonight, for anyone who wants to." Glenn informed as he shifted nervously.

"To kick Rick out?" Abraham asked.

I sighed, "To try."

"We don't know that." Glenn gently argued.

Carol shook her head in frustration, "At the meeting, you say you were worried about someone being abused and no one was doing anything about it. You say you took a gun to be sure that Jessie was safe from a man who wound up attacking you. You say you'll do whatever you want them to, just tell them a story that they'll want to hear. That's what I've been doing since I got here."

Michonne narrowed her eyes, "Why?"

"Because these people are children, and children like stories." she said simply.

I crossed my arms over my chest, "It's not just a story, it's one lie on top of another to cover our asses. We can't keep up with that forever."

"We have to try." she replied, "If it means keeping Rick here, getting them on our side, then we have to try."

"What happens after the nice words, and they still try to kick him out?" Abraham asked.

There was a moment of silence, no one knew what to say. Surely without saying anything however, we all knew in the back of our minds that we would never send Rick back out there on his own. The rest of us would just end up following him back out into the harsh reality of the world.

"They're guarding the armory now." Glenn announced, "The front, the back, everywhere because they don't trust anything anymore."

"We still have knives." I muttered.

"That's all we'll need against them." Carol finished.

Rick sighed and ran a hand over his face in frustration, "Well, tonight at the meeting if it looks like it's going bad, I'll whistle. Carol grabs Deanna, I take Spencer, Rose has Reg, the rest of you will cover us; watch the crowd."

"Woah, woah," I raised my hands for him to stop, "Why the hell do I get the big tall guy?"

"Because I know you can handle it." he said without hesitation.

"We can talk to them." Michonne interrupted, "It doesn't have to go down like that."

"Yeah, we will." Rick snapped, "But if we can't get through, we take the three of them and say we'll slit their throats."

"Like at Terminus?" Glenn clapped back.

"No," Rick denied quickly, "We just tell them. They give us the armory and it's over."

There was a beat of silence before Glenn sighed, "Did you want this? Really?"

"No. I'll admit, I hit my limit I-...I screwed up. And here we are...now if you'll excuse me, I was gonna sleep some more." Rick muttered before laying back down, his back turning to face us while he closed his lids as if to block us out completely.

I rolled my eyes with a scoff at his lack of decency to end the conversation, not wasting another second before I was the first one out the door to leave him, hearing it slam behind me. I hated how nonchalant he was acting, as if this didn't affect him or anyone else in the group at all, our fate quite literally weighing heavily on this meeting. But here he was, dreaming away without any worry of what's going to go down tonight.

Without thinking twice about it, I began walking in the direction of Deanna's house with such determination in my step, hoping that I could somewhat sway her decision before it was finalized. It wasn't hard to guess which way she was leaning. But what baffled me the most is that she would rather let Pete stay, with no more than a beat-up face and his own separate house, than Rick who was just trying to protect every ignorant person in here.

Maybe I was a bit biased when it came to this, but hell, so was she. The only difference was I knew Rick would never do anything to blatantly hurt us. Instead, he's only made sacrifices to protect us from things that were so much bigger than we could've ever expected. He only wanted the best for everyone, and that was it.

I raised my fist to pound on the front door a few times, waiting impatiently for an answer. I knew she was home, hiding out away from everything like a coward would typically do, the thought of her possibly avoiding the conflict only caused me to knock again. Using more urgency than before.

Seconds later the door finally opened to reveal the woman herself, her eyes widening slightly when she saw me, "You got a minute?" I asked, already making my way into the house without waiting for permission.

She sighed after I brushed past her, closing the door quietly before turning to face where I stood in the living room, "Rose-"

"I want to talk about the meeting happening tonight." The woman paused for a moment, clearly unsure of how to proceed. "The meeting that you set up to try and kick Rick out of Alexandria, ring a bell?"

"I know what you meant," she muttered as she folded her arms over her chest in a defensive manner, "I suppose I just don't see the point."

I shrugged, "I thought you wanted opinions for this type of thing. I'd like to think mine matters too."

"Of course, your opinion matters. But I want to talk to everyone about what happened and what we need to do about it moving forward."

I huffed softly to myself, "If that involves sending Rick away...it's not going to work."

Deanna stared at me blankly, "Tell me what that means."

I stepped forward a bit, "You took all of us in. You interviewed us one by one, and then made up your mind to let us stay with the rest of you. And now that it's not going according to your plan, you're switching it up. You want a group of people who may or may not have the whole story, to essentially vote and decide if he'll be kicked out. It's ridiculous, and it's not leadership."

"That's not what will happen." she defended, "Tonight is just about letting everyone say their peace, and then I'll make the decision as I've always done."

"But those people don't know him. He was just frustrated at everything you people still don't seem to understand." I argued.

"Rick took a gun and pointed it at people." Deanna snapped.

I scoffed, "He didn't pull the trigger."

"That's a metric? That he didn't pull the trigger?"

"Yes!" I retorted in utter frustration, the one word seeming to echo around the quiet house as for a moment no one said anything.

That is until I turned my head to see Reg and Maggie standing there with widened eyes, clearly having heard the majority of the conversation. Apparently, she had the same idea as I did. I scoffed quietly to myself, "Perfect. Please, come join the party." I gestured sarcastically.

Reg hesitantly stepped closer, "Is everything alright in here?"

"Oh, yeah." I waved off, "Another argument between us doesn't seem to be anything new, right?"

Deanna's eyes narrowed at me, "I'm sorry, Rose but I'm going to do what I have to. Whether you approve of it or not." she said before opening the door for me again, a silent signal for me to leave.

I laughed to myself quietly in disbelief, glancing over at the other two as if to make sure I was reading the situation right. And that's when Maggie stepped forward. "Hold on. You're askin her to leave just because she wants you to understand our point of view on this?"

"No, I'm asking you both to leave because I don't want to discuss this anymore. The meeting is tonight, and I trust I will see you two there to talk about it then." she responded calmly.

There was a heavy silence that fell over the room for a few lingering moments, before Maggie was the first to slowly step outside, following the woman's wishes. After seeing she wasn't putting up much of a fight I couldn't help but follow after her, but not without pausing in front of Deanna to see she had her head ducked away from me.

"You're scared." I said quietly, "You think I can't see it, but I do. You're scared of the reality here, but no matter what you do now...what you decide, it won't change the fact that sooner or later, you need to grow up. And face what the world has come to."

After that I didn't give her the satisfaction to respond as I left without another word, seeing Maggie waiting for me by the stairs with an apologetic expression. We walked together in silence for a while, just stewing over what was said and what I knew she surely heard. Deanna always had a way of hearing but not listening. Having an excuse for everything I had come up with as if she knew Rick better than we did. As if she had been through half the shit we've been through with him.

There was that same quality of hers that never failed to frustrate me to no end; her acting as if she knew everything. The things we had been through, the things we had to fight for, she swore she understood it all. But the reality of it was, we were the ones who had seen Rick struggle and fight and cry in all different scenarios, and this was how it was going to be in the end? Fuck that.

It would be one thing if she had an open mind, a considerate heart as to how our group would be feeling about the situation at hand. But she didn't want to listen to our side of the story. She didn't want to hear anyone breathe the slight possibility that she might be in the wrong for once.

Once we were far enough away from their house, my steps began to slow to a stop on the other end of the sidewalk, rubbing my eyes in frustration. "God, I'm so over it." I muttered.

She quickly took my hand away from my face, "Careful." she scolded lightly, reminding me of the bruises. "How're you feeling?"

I scoffed, "I'm fine, I'm always fine. That asshole isn't as bad as I thought he would be."

"Ro, he broke your nose." she pointed out.

I shrugged, "And I stabbed him, it seems like we're even to me." I stated casually before letting out a sigh as I shoved my hands in my pockets, "What the hell are we going to do? I mean if she really decides to kick him out, we can't stay here, right? There's no way."

She let out a breath, "I don't think I would be able to stay, and I have a feeling the rest would follow suit. We just gotta focus on tonight, make a good argument."

"I really hope things don't go south." I mumbled.

"And if they do?"

My teeth gently chewed the inside of my lip as I shrugged, not wanting to give her the real answer. If things really did go bad, I would probably end up following through with Rick's plan, even if the others weren't fully on board. We've tried everything with these people, and it didn't seem to be working, and there was no way in hell Rick could be banished. Not if I had any say in it.

"I've got your back no matter what. You know that right?" she asked.

"Even if I make the wrong decision?" I questioned.

She was silent for only a short moment before quickly nodding her head, "Yeah. I can't have you take it on alone, can I?" she smiled.

I smiled back a little, "No...I guess not."

She then didn't waste another moment before pulling me in for a hug, feeling myself sigh in relief knowing that she would always be here. No matter the situation. Somehow she could always make me feel more confident about whatever kind of fucked up shit we would have to face. It took me back to when I was worrying about the war with the Governor, how scared I was of losing the fighting battle. But her reassurance meant the world. We might've gotten hurt in the process, but we won in the end. To me this wasn't all that different.

I felt her then release me to gently place her hands on the sides of my face, "Now, I want you to go home and get some rest. Try not to think about it for the next few hours, okay?"

"I can't just rest, I have to go check on Carl and Judith. Someone has to make sure they're alive since their dad is being held in a special psycho room." I joked.

She laughed lightly, "Aright, check on them but then head straight home. You need the sleep babe, you look awful."

My mouth dropped, "Gee thanks."

"You know what I mean," she said with a playful roll of her eyes, "Please?"

I nodded, "Okay fine, mom. I'll rest."

She huffed out a small laugh and gave my arm one last squeeze before turning to head back down the street, waving a small goodbye as I assumed she set off to find Glenn. I didn't linger in the same place for too long before I turned left toward where Rick's house was located, slightly anxious to see how his kids were doing. The more I let myself think about it, the more I realized I hadn't seen Carl around in quite some time. Like he too had been occupied just as the rest of us.

My hand reached out to knock, before shaking my head silently to myself and just pushing the front door open, "Carl?" I called out, closing it behind me without a second thought.

There was a brief moment of silence before I heard heavy footsteps coming from right above me. And it took only about two seconds for him to come rushing down the stairs and crashing into my arms in a tight hug. I stumbled back a little in surprise but laughed it off and wrapped my arms around him in return as I felt his shoulders deflate.

We stayed like that for a moment or two before he pulled away from me to get a better look at my face, "Are you okay?" he asked genuinely, worry painted on his features.

I nodded slowly, "Yeah...yeah, I'm okay."

"I couldn't believe what that asshole did to you. I'm so sorry." he replied.

"Hey, I'm fine. And so is your dad, we both just got a little too involved yesterday."

He shook his head, "I haven't seen him since it happened. How's he doing?"

I wrapped an arm around his shoulders as we walked further into the living room together, "Physically he's fine...but I just think he's really dealing with a lot up here." I pointed to my own head.

He nodded wordlessly, understanding what I meant all too well. My gaze then drifted up to see Judith in a small fold out crib in the middle of the living room, standing up and peeking at us over the top with her big brown doe eyes. I smiled at the sight of her and quickly crossed the space to pick her up, holding her snugly against me whilst I sat down on the couch beside Carl.

"Hi, sweetie." I whispered to her before kissing the side of her head.

"She missed you, you know." he said.

I tilted my head, "Yeah? Well, I've missed her too...both of you actually." I said matter-of-factly. He looked down at his hands that rested in his lap, trying to avoid my eyes. "Where have you been, kid?"

He furrowed his brows, attempting to act oblivious, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, you haven't been around here...like at all. At least not for the past couple of days, I haven't seen you, no one really has."

"I've been here the whole time." he said with a scoff and tried to brush it off as nothing.

But I narrowed my eyes at him for a moment before raising my eyebrows, silently telling him to spill and actually tell me the truth. He couldn't lie to save his life, especially not to me. I thought he knew that by now but here he was, trying to sneak his way past the bullshit detector.

After glancing up at me once more, he finally gave in and sighed, "I've...been sneaking out of the gates." he confessed.

My eyes widened as I took a breath to speak, "Wait! Don't yell at me yet, just let me talk."

I sighed with a shake of my head, "Oh, by all means go ahead."

He shrunk back a little in his seat with a breath, "Okay, so this girl I met here; Enid...well she always sneaks out of here to go off and be on her own in the woods. I followed her once just to make sure she was okay, but then it sort of became a habit. And half the time she doesn't even want me around. But I didn't do it for some stupid reason...I just did it because I wanted to make sure she was being safe."

I waited a few seconds in silence before raising my eyebrows, "Can I talk now?" I asked, watching as he hesitantly nodded his head with a worried look in his face. "Carl, you can't do things like that. I understand you just wanted to help, and I think you are about the sweetest soul for wanting to keep her safe, but she's not your responsibility. If she wants to go out in the woods alone, you have to let her. She's going to keep doing it no matter what."

He nodded solemnly, "Yeah, I know. I just thought I could...change her mind? Maybe that was stupid to think-"

"You aren't stupid for wanting to help someone." I interrupted gently, "But don't ever put yourself in danger because of it, you hear me?" He met my eyes and nodded. "You need to take every precaution to keep yourself safe. And not just for you, but for your dad...and for her." I motioned to Judith, raising her arm up to make her wave her little hand to him.

He laughed lightly and gently took her from my hold, placing her down in his own lap, "I know, you're right. I won't put myself in danger like that anymore." he promised.

I nodded, "Good." I spoke, moving my hand over to Judith so she could grip onto one of my fingers, "So...Enid, huh? You got a crush on her?"

His expression grew bewildered, "What?! No!" he said a little too quickly.

"She cute?" I asked casually.

"She's- she- I don't...I don't know." he muttered defensively.

I then couldn't help but cackle, "Take it easy, I'm just messing with you. But hey, if you're risking your life out there to make sure she's safe...she must be pretty important."

He shrugged his shoulders a bit sheepishly, "I guess. But really...she's just a friend."

I hummed, "Well, then tell me more about this friend."

"...Really?" he asked with a small smile.

"Yeah, why not? I got time." I reassured softly, leaning back against the couch cushions to get comfortable.

His smile only grew at the opportunity to talk about her, another kid his age that he had managed to befriend. I stayed quiet as he went on and on about their shared interests, gladly listening to him talk about anything that brought him happiness. Though it was also something to help distract him, knowing that after the sun went down, we would only be left with uncertainty.

The atmosphere seemed to be filled with loud chatter, yet somehow the same unnerving silence as we all gathered around outside to await the meeting we all dreaded. The chill that nipped my skin was the only thing I could allow myself to focus on, not wanting the anxious thoughts to flood my head.

I didn't get a wink of sleep like Maggie had suggested, but the truth was I didn't expect to. I never slept well by myself, Daryl being absent for two days now only made that more apparent. Some would say it's weak to depend on someone so much, but I didn't care. I hadn't felt that kind of safety before in my whole life, I felt it was only right to take advantage of it.

But all that aside, there was no avoiding what was right in front of us.

I stood between Maggie and Abraham as we all waited to start talking about the big fat elephant in the room, but the elephant in question was nowhere to be found. I hadn't seen him since this morning, but Michonne claimed to have spoken to him only about an hour or two beforehand. This only made me worry. I knew he wanted to be here, for one reason or another, but he wasn't. It led me to believe something else was going on that we didn't know about.

"We're going to start." Deanna finally announced, standing up to her feet.

I shook my head and stepped forward, "Can we wait? There's still a few more of us coming, Glenn and Rick."

"We're going to start." she said a bit more sternly, "It's already dark."

I gave her a weird look. From what I gathered we were all supposed to meet here after the sun went down, but whatever, fuck me, I guess.

"We're going to talk about what happened, not fight. Not what precipitated it, we're dealing with that. We are going to talk about one of our constables, Rick Grimes. We're going to talk about how he had a pistol he stole from the armory, about how he pointed it at people, and we're going to talk about what he said."

Was it too early to object? I hated the way she was making him sound. It was like she was purposefully describing him as an unhinged lunatic that was flailing around the street shooting anyone who got in his way. No, he was trying to protect someone from getting abused, and while he was all worked up, people tried to put a stop to it all while claiming he was the bad guy. He was just agitated and trying to do the right thing. But I knew I would have my chance to talk, and I couldn't wait.

"I was hoping he'd be here." Deanna continued, glancing around the small crowd.

"Michonne said he's coming." Maggie interjected.

Carol agreed, "I'm sure he'll be here. And I'm sure we can work this all out."

Surprisingly, Deanna allowed us to have the floor first, make any statements we wanted to before the situation was discussed further. Michonne stepped up first to speak about Rick and to make a defense, but I found myself zoning in and out. Not able to fully listen because I was too focused on what I could say to say about him myself.

How was I supposed to make it short and sweet when he had done so much for not only me, but for everyone in our family. Hell, he made us all a family. He stepped up to take on the leadership role when no one else would and considering everything that happened within these past two years, I'd say he did a pretty damn good job.

"And after being out there," Michonne began to wrap up, "And then not being how you were there...it can drive you crazy. Rick just wants his family to live. He wants all of you to live. Who he is, is who you're gonna be...if you're lucky."

Carol was next. "Rick Grimes saved my life over and over. There are terrifying people out there, and he rescued me from them. People like me, people like us, need people like him. I know what happened last night was scary, and I'm sure he's sorry for that, but maybe we should take the time to listen to what he's saying."

Then suddenly it was my turn as all eyes turned to me. "Rick...has helped me and our family in unimaginable ways. And he's saved us from things that some of you people couldn't even conjure up. To you he might seem crazy...but if you were out there like we were, and saw the things that we have...it does change a person. It makes you build up these walls to help protect yourself and you can't tear those walls down, otherwise you die. As harsh as it is, it's true. Rick is a good man and wants what's best for everyone. He didn't pull the trigger for a reason because he didn't want anyone to die...he just wanted to be heard. He wanted you to try and understand. You just need to start listening."

Abraham put a hand on my shoulder as he moved up next to speak, "Simply put; there is a vast ocean of shit that you people don't know shit about. Rick knows every fine grain of said shit, and then some."

When he didn't say anything else, I placed my hand on top of his, "Best one yet, Red."

He smiled down at me just as Maggie then stepped up to the plate, "My father respected Rick Grimes. Rick is a father too. He's a man with a good heart who feels the things he does; the things he has to do. And all of us who were together before this place, no matter when we found each other, we're family now. Rick started that. And you won't stop it. You can't. And you don't want to. This community, you people...that family...you want to be a part of it too."

Incredible. Absolutely incredible. All things considered I think we made our points well, and in the end it all just proved how much we cared about him. But of course, it wasn't over yet.

Deanna then took her turn as she walked into the circle to face everyone, a hint of uncertainty in her voice. "Before we hear from anyone else, I would like to share something in the spirit of transparency. Father Gabriel came to see me the day before yesterday, and he said our new arrivals can't be trusted...that they were dangerous, that they would put themselves before this community. And not one day later, Rick seemed to demonstrate all the things Father Gabriel said. I had hoped Gabriel would be here tonight...but I decided to speak on his behalf."

My mouth hung agape at what she was saying, turning towards Abraham to make sure I wasn't losing my mind, "What a little rat..." I muttered.

"What a little shit." he corrected.

"I don't see him here Deanna," Jessie pointed out, "So, you're just claiming what someone else said...did you tape him?"

She paused, "Well, no. He came to me unexpectedly."

"Gabriel's not here." I called out.

"Neither is Rick." she countered back.

My eyes narrowed at her, wanting to open my mouth to say some smartass retort, but the movement we all spotted from the darkness had our attention in an instant. It was Rick, revealing himself from the shadows, a fresh layer of blood coating almost the entirety of his face. He was carrying a lifeless body over his shoulder and was breathing quite heavily as he slowly limped toward the circle we created. Not really a good time to kill someone in my opinion.

Everyone gasped a little at his appearance and even I found myself grimacing at the splatters of red on his skin, along with the various bandages that were still covering the previous injuries.

He took the body and threw it down harshly into the middle of the crowd, some flinching back at the sight of the dead walker, "There wasn't a guard on the gate, it was open." he said hoarsely.

"I-I asked Gabriel to close it." Spencer sputtered out.

I rolled my eyes.

"Go." Deanna commanded sternly.

Spencer didn't waste another moment before he was sprinting out toward the main entrance, and then everyone's gazes turned to Rick. "I didn't bring it in. It got inside on its own. They always will, the dead and the living, because we're in here. And the ones out there...they'll hunt us. They'll find us. They'll try to use us. They'll try to kill us...but we'll kill them. We'll survive and I'll show you how. You know, I was thinking... I was thinking, how many of you do I have to kill to save your lives? But I'm not gonna do that, you're gonna change. I'm not sorry for what I said last night, I'm sorry for not saying it sooner. You're not ready, but you have to be. Right now, you have to be...luck runs out."

I felt myself relax as his voice trailed off, feeling reassured and yet strangely hopeful at yet another one of his famous speeches. He held everyone's attention just as he did yesterday, only this time it was different. There wasn't a single person here who doubted his words in this moment in time, like for once everyone was finally starting to understand. Finally starting to listen. Well...almost everyone.

The group all turned in unison when we heard more loud footsteps suddenly approaching the scene. Out of the clear darkness I could faintly make out Pete's figure as he held up Michonne's sword, a fire behind his eyes as he just caught the end of what Rick was saying, only seeming to fuel that fire within him.

"You're not one of us! You're not one of us!" he yelled.

Reg quickly stepped forward to block him from coming any closer, "Pete- Pete, you don't want to do this." he tried calmly.

The crowd became tense as we watched Reg try to calm the drunk, angry man down, and I placed my hand over my knife just in case he somehow got through. I felt my arm being tugged back by Abraham, but I didn't budge. There was no way any of this could end well.

"Get away! Get away!" Pete screamed as he shoved Reg back, but the blade in his hand lined up right at the man's throat, easily slicing through his skin as he tumbled back in shock.

Everyone around me gasped in horror followed by a scream of terror from Deanna as Reg fell back into her, choking on his own blood. Abraham wasted no time trying to rush by me to get Pete under control, but I wasn't about to let that happen.

"I got it!" I said with a little too much excitement as I ran up to the man and easily knocked the weapon from his grasp. He attempted to fight back in his intoxicated state but I dodged his swing as I knocked his knee harshly to where he fell flat onto the pavement. I took my opportunity to turn him over onto his stomach, positioning myself on his back and grabbing hold of his flailing arms to pin them down. Placing my knee on the back of his neck for good measure as he struggled beneath me.

"I've been wanting to do this since we first met Pete." I said tauntingly as he continued to squirm, "Sorry it has to be so public. I know it must be hard to have people see you on your ass again for the second day in a row."

"This was him! This was him!" he shouted from beneath me.

I rolled my eyes, "Oh, get over yourself." I muttered, digging my knee deeper into his flesh until he groaned and finally shut his mouth.

I tore my attention away from the asshole long enough to see Reg slowly dying in Deanna's arms, while she could only sob for him desperately. Everyone's widened eyes were torn back and forth from Deanna and Pete, their own tears pooling upon watching the unexpected turn of events. The worst part about it all was there was nothing that could be done, nothing that could save him. It all happened within seconds.

And it was at that moment when we all heard Reg stop moving, and Deanna's cries quieted. She slowly looked back up, "Rick..." she muttered to get his attention, "Do it."

Instant chills ghosted upon my skin, and I looked up to see Rick taking out his gun and turned back towards my direction. I turned my face away quickly, and he didn't hesitate to pull the trigger, killing the asshole in an instant and I felt him grow limp in my hold.

"Rick?"

My head whipped around when hearing a sudden and unfamiliar voice right behind my head, my eyes instantly growing wide. Daryl and Aaron were standing there along with a man I didn't recognize, staring in complete shock at what they had just witnessed. Wow, talk about terrible timing.

When it finally registered that he was here, I quickly rushed over and hugged him tightly, relief washing over me that he had made it back safe. His crossbow fell carelessly from his grasp as he squeezed my shoulders, resting his chin on top of my head.

"Ya alright?" he asked in slight disbelief.

I laughed softly, "I am now..."

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[prettydaisygirl]

after reading your fratjames potter x reader work it did something for me! And it made me think of angsty idea

May I request a modern au where the reader and James are already in an established relationship ship

And because of a bad friend of James they have misunderstanding and some incident happen and reader happens to be present at the wrong time and because of that the bad friend spread misinfo and James believe that friend ....so it kinda leads to James hurting readers feelings

Pls feel free to ignore if i couldn't get my idea across ��️

Hi, lovely! Thank you so much for your request! It also spawned another idea in my brain so there's another James fic coming soon also inspired by you! I hope this is what you were looking for, I appreciate you taking the time to send me a request. Much love <3

boyfriend!James Potter x fem!reader who disagree about Peter ✿ 927 words

cw: fem reader, Peter is the worst, misunderstanding, angst, open ended.

james potter masterlist

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You really, really try to like Peter. He’s the only member of James’ group that you don’t consider a good friend. 

It’s not that you think Peter is a bad person. But sometimes he says things about people that you think are… harsh. Sometimes even cruel. And usually these things are said behind the targeted person’s back. You don’t like that.

Every time you bring it up to James, voice whispered and hesitant so you don’t rock the boat, he tells you that he and the other boys have just learned not to listen to Peter’s cruel words. 

“But how can you just… let him sit there and say things like that?” You’ll argue, though your tone is soft and your fingers will brush over his chest like they belong there. Because they do.

James will take a heavy breath and meet your eyes, barely able to see the glint of your pupils in the darkness of the bedroom. “After a while… you start to realize that the things that Peter says are true.” Silence will fill the air for just a moment and then, “He usually just says a meaner version of what everyone else is already thinking.”

So you put on a smile, and you tolerate Peter. 

You sip your glass of wine, eyes moving over the restaurant’s fancy decor. The tall ceilings and shimmering chandeliers do nothing to aid the awkward silence at the dinner table. 

For whatever reason, James had agreed for the two of you to go on a double date with Peter and his new girlfriend. She sits across from you, typing away on her phone without a care in the world. James had just stood up to go to the bathroom, leaving you and Peter in awkward, tense silence. 

Your eyes land on Peter when he clears his throat, a smirk appearing on his lips. You hate the way it makes your skin crawl. 

“Don’t you think James is a bit obnoxious?” He asks, and you’re sure anyone else would laugh out loud at the face you make. 

“What?” You ask, disbelief and offense dripping in your tone, “Of course, I don’t!”

Peter’s eyebrows raise and the corner of his lip turns up even more like you said exactly what he wanted to hear. His girlfriend’s eyes raise up from her phone long enough to look between the two of you before lowering again. 

“Oh, come on,” Peter encourages cruelly, “You don’t really buy that whole teddy bear, lover-boy act, do you?” His eyes roll, “I’ve known James for years, and it’s always the same. He finds a girl he really likes, absolutely fawns over her until he gets bored, and then he finds another one. Simple as that.”

Your stomach churns, your ears ring and you’re sure if looks could kill Peter would already be six feet under. “That’s not true.”

“It is, and you know it.” Peter tilts his head condescendingly and you wish you’d pretended to be sick instead of coming to this stupid dinner. “He’s going to find someone new and leave you in the dust. Like clockwork.”

“Stop.” You try not to let his words get to you but he seems to know every single soft spot in your armor. Your worst fears that you’ve never even spoken out loud to James himself. 

“It’s only a matter of time,” Peter continues, swirling his own glass of wine before taking a long sip. “It could be tonight. Maybe one of the wait staff will catch his eye.”

“Listen, Peter,” You break, eyes dialed in on the man sitting across from you. If you can call him a man. More like a rat. “I have always thought you were cruel and disgusting. You invited us to dinner, and I came because James asked me to. But I won’t do this anymore. You’re an absolute weasel of a man and I hate you.”

But Peter doesn’t look upset by your words. In fact, he looks delighted, almost like a happy schoolboy. You realize why when you hear James’ voice behind you, your name stated in a cracking tone full of disbelief and hurt.  

You turn in your chair to look at him, guilt taking over your features. 

“James-” You try to say, the hurt look on his face making your chest physically ache.

“How can you speak to one of my friends like that?” He asks, eyes dark and voice low. He doesn’t sit back down at your table. “I know you don’t like Peter, but calling him names and saying you hate him? That’s cruel.”

You can feel your world crumbling around you, and Peter doesn’t even bother hiding his glee. In fact, it radiates off of him. His girlfriend looks like she’s enjoying the show now, phone in her lap. 

“I don’t know what has gotten into you lately, why you are so hateful and full of anger.” James grabs for his jacket and you reach for it too. He shoots you a look and you pull your hand away, feeling utterly shamed and scolded. You want to tell him that this is all a misunderstanding, that if he heard the things Peter said about him, he would agree with you. 

But you can’t. Because Peter is standing then, too, and so is his girlfriend. James sends you a look, and when he leans down to kiss you he only presses a chaste one to your hair, not one to your lips like usual.

“I’ll call you.” He says. 

And you wonder if he ever will. 

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© prettydaisygirl

[discordiansamba]

some other assorted thoughts about this AU include:

shura has long since given up any hope of breaking her curse, and has simply accepted her lot in life. while she can shift freely between her two forms, if she has not produced an offspring to pass her curse to before she turns thirty, she will lose her human form entirely.

izumo was transformed into a fox by the whim of a kitsune. she refuses to tell anyone what the requirement is to break her curse, even though she knows it.

(it's true love's kiss, lmao)

yukio does not know izumo is not a totally normal fox that his brother tamed somehow, and often finds solace in petting her when he visits the manor- which is precisely why izumo does not want him to know she's actually a human girl in fox shape. at this point it's simply way too embarrassing.

the truth is that rinka didn't actually mean to burn yukio or start the fire- he simply lost control of his powers. but if everyone's going to treat him as a monster, why not give them what they all want and act like one?

shiemi is not prepared for rinka. she's also not prepared for the tail he coils around her waist. but rinka isn't prepared to hear shiemi call it cute. huh? no one's ever called him cute before!

rin and rinka cannot switch on purpose. they've both tried.

rin grows most of the food that he needs on the manor grounds, while shura catches wild game and izumo begrudgingly catches fish. shura will pay rare visits to the village to buy rice in bulk.

rin can cook, so rinka also knows how to cook even though he never bothered to learn. they share all knowledge between them.

the blue flames mostly belong to rinka, but rin can use them a little bit. it will later turn out that rin actually has the same ability to wield them as rinka does, but he's just locked it away out of fear.

rin and rinka absolutely loathe one another, despite the fact that they've never met (and can never truly meet). they both hate mirrors for that very reason- they never reflect back their own face, just the one belonging to the other person who shares their body.

suguro, shima and konekomaru all live in the same village as shiemi. suguro is the son of the head priest of the village temple, and has long since heard rumors about the cursed manor in the forest on the outskirts of their village. he wonders why no one is trying to do anything about it.

(it's because his father has an understanding with shiro)

shiro hasn't been able to bring himself to visit rin since having him confined in the manor. he knows that's terrible of him, but he can't look at him without thinking he's failed yuri.

(he does write to him, though. and send him gifts. who delivers them? tatsuma.)

shiemi lives with her mother and grandmother on the outskirts of the village. she's always had an uncanny connection to the earth, and has many greenman friends. when she tells rinka she's not scared of him because of this, he just stares at her.

normally he'd be insulted to be compared to a greenman, but she's so earnest about it.

mephisto and amaimon also frequently visit the manor. mephisto is happy no matter which of his younger brothers he gets to see. amaimon's just there for rinka and just clicks his tongue and leaves if it's rin instead. rin loathes their visits. he wants nothing to do with that side of his family, thanks!

(mephisto's fully western clothing clashing with everyone else, lmao)

mephisto shows up to periodically taunt yukio too, because he knows full well there's no way to separate rin and rinka.

through shiemi, rin and rinka gradually begin to understand one another. all his life, rin has viewed rinka as a curse, but he slowly starts to understand that maybe he's had it wrong this whole time.

shiemi encourages rinka to use his flame to help free shura from her curse, showing him that they're for more than just destruction- and that he's for more than just destruction too. rinka is violent and temperamental- but he's capable of so much more than just that.

shura is 100% hiding shiemi's visits from yukio.

yukio's quest to free rin from rinka leads him to some places he probably should not go. classic yukio move.

rotating this aoex fantasy AU idea with a more Japanese bent as opposed to the traditional Western fantasy where Shiemi is (100% definitely) a normal village girl who gets lost in the forest one day while gathering herbs and finds herself at a strange manor where a single boy resides. his name is Rin, and though he's excited to see her at first, he changes his tune quickly to trying to get her to leave. when Shiemi says she doesn't know how to get back to the village, he asks a fox to guide her back home.

upon returning to the village, Shiemi learns that the manor is cursed- guarded by a fearsome naga that keeps away anyone who approaches. she finds that very strange, since she didn't see a naga at all when she was there- just Rin and his fox companion, Izumo. despite what she was told, she can't help but remember the lonely smile Rin gave her and ends up finding her way back there on her own.

Rin keeps asking her to leave, but she keeps coming back- and eventually, he just kind of gives up. Shiemi discovers that Rin doesn't live there alone, but that the manor is also occupied by a strange woman named Shura and a cat sidhe named Kuro. Rin doesn't talk much about himself, but the more she speaks to him, the more obvious it is that he's glad for some company. he's friendly and kind, and a great cook!

but one day, she arrives at the manor to find the naga that supposedly guards it. but instead of attacking, it simply hisses a warning that she is to turn around and leave today. Shiemi frowns, about to ask why when she suddenly finds herself swept off her feet and carried into the manor by a boy who looks a lot like Rin- except his hair is a strange white-blue color, and he has the brightest blue eyes she's ever seen.

he's also clearly a demon.

he introduces himself as Rinka, and tells her that he's been dying to meet her all this time. this is how Shiemi comes to learn that the naga (who turns out to be Shura) isn't there to keep people out. she's there to keep Rinka in. Rin was born possessing two hearts- a human one and a demon one, and periodically, the two trade places. Rin and Rinka share the same body and set of memories, but they have their own personalities and wills-

-and the exact same taste in girls.

Rinka calls himself a monster, and proclaims that he's going to keep her there until Rin wakes up again- but he still lets her go in the end, when she takes his hands and promises him she'll come back to see him too. she's stunned by her friend's secret, but after actually talking to Rinka, she wonders if Rin and Rinka are really as different as they same at first glance.

(or: Rin thinks his existence is a curse. Shiemi's here to prove that wrong- and maybe break some actual curses along the way.)

[into-the-milgramverse]

Fuuta crash out when

(don't mind the tags, i'm talking to fuuta)

[seumyo]

yearning drunk!husband ushijima wakatoshi.

NOTE. contains a bit of alcohol content—though nothing too explicit or anything concerning <33

It always started the same way—kind of like an inside joke that grew wings, feathers, a tab, and Ushijima’s name on the reservation list.

Ushijima never initiated going out drinking with his Schweiden Adlers teammates. In fact, he rarely said anything about it at all. It was always someone else who mentioned it after a game. Always someone else who slung an arm over his shoulder and declared, “C’mon, Ushiwaka, we have to celebrate,” even though Ushijima had never once expressed interest in alcohol, bar food, or drunken conversations.

Still, he always went.

Because it’d be rude if he didn’t at least stay for a few minutes, he thinks.

Sometimes he showed up in his team windbreaker, sometimes in a long, dark gray coat that made him look like a trench-wearing monument of silence. And he never said no, even when the clamor of celebration was already grating at the edges of his patience.

Tonight was one of those nights.

They’d won by the skin of their teeth—an overtime set against a grueling opponent, the kind of match that made even the benchwarmers feel like champions by the end. So of course Heiwajima had started the round-up in the locker room. Hoshiumi had shouted over everyone about their lucky bar down the street, and within twenty minutes, the entire team had found themselves in their regular private suite.

Ushijima sat at the end of the table, his back straight, a glass in front of him filled with alcohol he didn’t particularly like. His teammates were loud and loose and chaotic—laughing at Sokolov trying to arm-wrestle the bar’s bouncer, clapping every time someone dropped a fork, and yelling across the table in at least three different languages.

“A thousand yen says he’ll ask about his wife in twenty minutes,” Hoshiumi said quietly, leaning toward their captain, Hirugami Fukurou.

“You’re giving him way too much credit,” Romero replied, fondly grinning. “He gets wistful around minute twelve.”

“He gets wistful the moment he sits down.”

Ushijima was unmoved. He stared at his drink, took a single sip, and let it rest in his hand. He didn’t participate in the yelling, the toasts, or the story someone was animatedly telling about a missed serve from three seasons ago. He just existed—quietly, stoically—as a satellite to the chaos.

Except, of course, they all knew he was waiting.

He always was.

There was a pattern to the transformation. First, he’d sit there like stone. Then he’d blink a little more slowly. His brows would draw together—not in anger, but in vague confusion, like he was lost in a thought he couldn’t solve. His fingers would move against his glass, not to drink but to fidget, just a little.

And then…

“Has anyone seen my phone?” Ushijima asked, barely louder than the buzz of conversation.

Hoshiumi slid it across the table immediately. “Right here, Ushiwaka. Sorry! We took a few pictures here and there.”

“Thank you.”

He looked down at the screen. It was still lit with the last message from you from earlier that day: Good luck, baby. Don’t forget to stretch your left shoulder. He’d never replied—he never did, not when he was already in headspace—but now, he stared at it like it was the only thing tethering him to reality.

“You want to text her?” Hoshiumi asks, lightly teasing, which Ushijima didn’t catch onto.

Ushijima didn’t answer. He opened the thread and typed a few letters. Deleted them. Typed something else. Backspaced. Then just stared.

And then finally: “She hasn’t replied.”

His teammates laughed.

“There it is!”

“It’s only been seventeen minutes! I win!”

“No, you cheated. I said ten, and he didn’t even check his phone until minute twelve!”

“Shh, shh, look at him—he’s pouting.”

“Wait, is this the pout phase? I thought that came after the silent brooding phase.”

“Technically we’re entering pout-brood overlap. It’s a dangerous time.”

Ushijima didn’t argue. He simply set the phone down again and folded his hands in front of him. Kageyama leaned over.

“You want me to call her for you, Ushijima-san?”

Ah, yes. Kageyama was too nice for his own good. Trying to enhance his socialization and trying to lessen his awkwardness with his teammates when the conversation didn’t revolve around volleyball.

Ushijima nodded. Just once. Immediately. “Yes.”

...

“Amazing! He’s not even trying to hide it.”

“Can you imagine being that in love?”

“He just wants his wife. Look at him. He’s a whole sad poem in one sitting.”

“She’s gonna get here, and he’s gonna light up like a lantern.”

“May this love run me over.”

Kageyama stood and walked a few paces away from the table, already dialing your number. Meanwhile, the others watched Ushijima sip his drink again—not because he wanted it, but because it gave his hands something to do. His eyes were glued to the screen even though no new notifications had appeared.

Romero leaned in conspiratorially to Hirugami. “Do you think she talks to him in, like, soft tones? Calls him ‘baby’ and stuff?”

“I think so,” he shrugs. “I think they’re sweet like that.”

“Aw, young love.”

The teasing continued, but it softened. Because underneath the jokes and the laughs was a sort of awe.

Their teammate—so serious, so focused, so unreadable on court—was completely and utterly soft when it came to his wife. Not in a loud way. Not in any way that could be easily teased, really. It was quiet. Heavy. Real.

When Kageyama returned, he had a pleased expression. “She’s on her way. Said she just got off work and is driving over.”

Ushijima gave another slow blink.

“Thank you.”

Kageyama nods. Somehow they manage to have conversations even if they just continue nodding to each other.

As soon as Kageyama said it, his phone buzzed with a new message. He didn’t even need to open it. He could tell by the way his entire body relaxed by a single, barely noticeable degree.

Sorry, hun. Just got off work. Are you okay?

He replied.

I’m okay. I miss you.

And then he set the phone down and folded his hands again, this time with more calm. More certainty. You were coming. That was all he needed to know.

The others noticed the shift immediately.

“He smiled.”

“No, he didn’t.”

“He did! Don’t argue with me; I saw it. It was micro. But it counted.”

“He’s already halfway out the door with his heart.”

“Watch, the second she walks through that door, he’ll go full puppy mode.”

Sure enough, fifteen minutes later, the door opened. A gust of cold air followed you inside, along with the soft jingle of the bar’s entrance bell. You spotted them easily—your eyes landing on Ushijima before anything else. And his entire body seemed to change shape.

He stood up—not quickly, but instantly, with a kind of gravity no one else in the room had.

You smiled as you approached, slipping out of your coat and brushing off the cold that nipped your nose softly. “Hi, love,” you greeted softly. “You ready to go?”

“Yes,” Ushijima said, already reaching for his jacket.

As he shrugged it on, you turned to the table. “Hope he wasn’t too much trouble?”

Hoshiumi leaned on the table with a grin. “[Name], your husband is the definition of ‘not trouble.’ We’re just grateful you came to collect him before he sighed himself into the carpet.”

“Tell them what he said!” someone shouted.

“He asked if anyone had seen his phone like it was a national emergency.”

“And he didn’t pout—he brooded. Like a man out of a romantic novel.”

“I think I did,” Ushijima just nodded at their comments about him.

He then stood by quietly, waiting for you to finish your goodbyes. When you looped your arm through his, he leaned ever so slightly toward you.

As they left, Romero raised his glass.

“To [Name]’s husband,” he declared. The table cheered.

Outside, as you two walked toward the car, you glanced up at him, fingers tightening around his arm.

“You really okay?” you asked.

He hummed. Then, in that low, steady voice only you ever got to hear, it softened—

“I missed you,” he said again. “They were loud. I wanted to see you very much.”

You smiled and gave his arm a firm, loving squeeze. “Well. I’m here now.”

And... yeah.

That’s what he’s been wanting to hear all night.

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[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: NSFW, dubcon, bathroom sex, bullying, overall just really filthy smut, virgin insert, virginity loss, somewhat dom reader, somewhat bully reader, somewhat yandere reader

♡ FEM reader

You look like one of those girls that never smiles. Like, if he were to take that empty seat next to you in the lecture hall, you’d scowl with stink eyes and then proceed to fully ignore him. Yeah, a real bitch. That's what you look like—scary. He bets all your socials are filled with the same picture—the same deadpanned pouty face over and over, every single one with hundreds of likes and comments saying “Wow, babe!” followed by a dozen emojis from besties and horny admirers. Selfies in the mirror, showing off skin in your tight tops and short skirts—similar to the outfit you’re wearing now. Captions saying, “You can look, but you could never touch.” Yeah, he bets you’re a real attention whore. And the worst part is that you’re not even overselling, either. You’re gorgeous—even with that sour look on your face, he’d pay cold, hard-earned cash in exchange for a pair of your worn panties.

Yeah, there’s no way he’d dare sit next to you. He’s already sweating bullets just thinking about it. Even though you’re one in a million similar girls who wouldn’t give him the time of day, he's still one in a million loser incels who would do anything for it. And that’s the cold reality.

Even if he’d like to get just a whiff of your sweet perfume, he can’t. The status quo forbids it. He’s afraid the jocks will smell fresh blood in the water the moment he does, then swarm him in a matter of seconds, circling before tearing him to shreds. They’d beat him to a pulp in the bathroom, smash his head in over the sink—piss in the toilet, then flush it down with his bloodied face—and he’d have to walk reeking of it all the way home.

So, no—he really can’t sit next to you. 

But no other seats are available, and the lecture is starting soon… 

Why did absolutely everyone decide to show up today?

Oh fuck it, this isn’t high school. College bullies surely don’t bother with petty cases like this, right? They’re all about their frat initiations and rivalries to have enough spare time to beat him up over improper seating. Oh, but what if you’re one of their girlfriends—you’ll tell on him, and then he’ll definitely be beaten up, maybe even killed.

No. He’s overthinking—like always. No one is that mean. If you don’t like him sitting there, you’ll just tell him. And he’ll move. No harm done. Right? He’s not sitting in the stairwell when there’s a perfectly good and empty seat right there, right? Is he?

Yes. Yes, he is. 

“Hey, if you’re looking for a seat, this one’s empty,” a sweet voice calls out over his inner monologue, making him clutch the strap of his bookbag tighter with a flinch of his entire rigid body—his eyes peeled as he looked around to try and find the source of the sound even though he knew where it had come from. It’s as if the possibility of your voice sounding like anything aside from a she-demon was out of the question. But no, it is you. 

But there’s no way you’re talking to him, so he looks around again—there must be someone else in need of the seat aside from him. But then, why are you looking right at him? Are you pulling some type of prank? Are you really that cruel? You’re probably filming him or something—live-streaming—the chat’s blaring with ew, what a creep and omg, uggo alert right about now. He should just go home before the jocks, along with the rest of the internet, can get him.

“Are you okay?” you ask—but no, he must be hearing you wrong—there’s just no way, even though you’re looking right at him. “I think it’s starting soon—you should probably sit.”

It’s as if his fight or flight response is broken because he does the exact opposite of either—as if on autopilot, sitting down in a rush against his better judgment.

The lecture starts shortly, solidifying his choice, but he can’t pay attention. No, he needs to keep his guard up. Any second now, someone’s going to do a drive-by and throw a milkshake at him or something vile of the like, and you’ll have filmed it all even though he can’t spot you holding a phone—and then the entire hall would burst into laughter at his expense.

“Pst—” A soft whisper comes from next to him, from between the gloss of your pretty lips. You smell like candy and fruit, and it makes his gut tighten—both from anxiety and something more shameful. “I’m sorry to bother you, but do you have a pen I could borrow? Mine’s all out’a ink.”

You give him an awkward smile, and he very nearly runs away. But no, he’s glued to the seat—with nervously wrecked hands shaking as he bends for his bag and unzips it, reaching for his pencil case painfully slow as if disarming some type of bomb. Redoing the same when he opens the case and rummages for a viable pen he could offer.

When he hands it to you, he’s almost sure you plan to stab him with it. But you do no such thing.

“Thanks, you’re a lifesaver!” You cheer instead, beaming with a much brighter smile than before. “I owe you!”

His ears ring with your praise. Blushing beat red as he rips away from your gaze—still unable to focus on what the professor is preaching—not when from out of the corner of his eye, he can see you sucking on his pen like a lollypop—or something else not so innocent.

Oh, he’d been so wrong.

So, so, so very wrong.

You do smile. You smile a lot, actually. You just have one of those faces that rests bitchy. But still, bubbly airhead or not, a girl like you still shouldn't be seen with a loser like him. It’s social suicide. And still, you’re on your knees before him in a dirty little bathroom stall—the same dirty bathroom stall he feared getting a swirlie, scraping the walls with his nails to try and thwart his assailants—only, now clutching the walls for a much different reason, holding on for his mortal soul as you seek to suck it out of his fat throbbing cock.

You want to repay him—you’d said—for the pencil. He hadn't understood why you’d winked at him before you’d all but dragged him off and flung him inside the men’s bathroom, having his very life flash before his eyes.

You both make the sloppiest sounds as you make an utter mess on and of him, making him cry on all fronts—cock weeping with thick pearly beads of pre while his eyes well up with tears down his flushed face, all sweaty with panic and bliss. 

The moans springing from his chest are virginal and raw and sweet music to your ears, panting for you like a puppy—you’re sure they can hear him out in the hallway when passing by. One of his hands clasps itself on top of his mouth, holding tightly to keep it all within—eyes shut and brows cinched. And yet, he makes no effort to shove you off—hips left jerking and jittering in response to your refined technique where you take him deeply, all the way down to the base, hallowing your cheeks, throttling him with your throat as your tongue wipes his creamy slit clean.

It’s painfully clear he’s never experienced anything like it, but that’s what turns you on the most. Sick as you are, you could suck him dry and savor every drop of him, knowing you’re the first ever to get a taste. But no, by now, your pussy’s so soaked you feel yourself dripping past the soggy lace of your panties, running down your soft thighs in waste.

He’s misty-eyed when you pull off with an ever-cruel pop—a sick mix of relief and sorrow warping his chest, feeling conflicted by the pulse making him think he’s on the verge of a heart attack if you continue—and another strumming his cock, making him think he’s going to keel over and die if you leave him unfinished.

Even so, he’s in a state of complete shell shock as you mount him on top of the toilet seat he’s melting against. Chest heaving, watching you as you lift your skirt up and peal your slick underwear to the side for him to lay his bleary swiveled eyes on your bared and dripping pussy.

“I love nice guys like you—” you moan, pouring the honeyed words down his throat as you ghost his parted lips with your spit-slicked ones, straddling his lap and shimmying ever closer until your tits squish against his chest. “They make me so wet, I lose all self-control.” 

He gulps in your shadow, looking up at you for mercy—cock twitching painfully between your thighs as your wrap your hand around his base real snug, giving him a nice tug as you line him up with your needy heat—making him all but squeal beneath you.

Your other hand makes its way into his hair, braiding your fingers within the locks to hold him steady—gently pulling his head back while leering down at him like caught prey. Playing with him just so, teasing him with your words, all in your sultry voice, making his head spin hot with a fever, “You’ll be a good boy and fuck me, won’t you? Pretty please?”

His breaths are heavy and wet, coming out shaky with his instant answer, “Y-yes—” all weak in a pathetic whimper that almost has you cum too soon.

“You’re so nice~ thank you,” you croon against his lips, kissing him sloppily with your tongue in his mouth as you shift your hips and start lowering your sopping cunt down upon his seeking length, taking him in with greedy ease, eagerly gripping his soft cockhead like a toy in a claw machine.

“Fhu—fuck—” he stutters under his breath, whinging before planting his teeth into his lip to keep it at bay—feeling like putty beneath you, sweaty and heavy and dumb, eagerly wanting all which you sought to give him—only more flushed at your mean undertones as you play with him like food on a silver platter.

You sling your arms around his neck and push your chest harder against him, moaning all too brazenly, “Oh! Fuck yes—that’s so good,” you sing while slowly taking him in further. “A nice guy with a big bad bully’s dick is the best!” 

He whines in return as his inches get eaten—each devoured one by one until his tip kneads into the mouth of your womb.

Sighing happily, you kiss his cheek and put your lips right at his ear with another wanton whimper, “You fill me up so so good.” Roosting on the size, thighs resting flush against his, feeling all giddy as it stretches you out oh-so-nicely. “Such a good toy-cock for me,” keening at the way it twitches inside you, pulsing in response to your tight walls, clenching it in ways it’s never before felt.

His eyes are already rolling back into his skull once you start lolling your hips—riding him, but keeping him deep at all times—lifting just enough for it to pull out only a little before sinking back down, making it settle into that perfect needy little spot inside you that makes your whole body shiver in delight.

“Mmh,” You suck his ear lobe, releasing it with a soft bite, before smiling down at him and his sweat-pilled expression. Cooing at him, “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”

He can’t even answer with words anymore, only giving a dumb mewl as he nods his head. But, of course, you’re already well aware.

“Mmh—” your eyes gleam with delight, giving his lap a mean ride, leaving him all but breathless, before asking, “D’you like it, virgin boy? ‘You like my pussy? Like the way it milks your chubby cock for your cum?”

He nods again, even more eagerly this time—looking downright pathetic in every sense of the word.

“Do you want to?” you offer to his desperation, feeling as though he’s falling apart at your fingertips, needing you to hold him together. “I’ll let you since you’re such a sweet guy—” you tease while clenching his cock, making it impossible to want anything else no matter the consequence. “In exchange for a favor, of course.”

He couldn’t care less what the favor was—way beyond willing to pay any price you ask of him as he finally makes a move and grabs your hips with a strength you hadn’t thought he had the balls to perform, planting you down firmly and holding you with such need as his hips jitter and stutter—resting his cheek on your shoulder in drool and tears with a lovesick groan leaving him as he fills your pussy up with his creamy spend.

His whole body shakes—spasming in cute little aftershocks as he clutches onto your body, hugging you tightly.

You respond in kind, cuddling him and kissing the top of his head. “That was so warm and filling—what a good boy—you did so well,” you murmur ever-sweetly while petting his head, combing through his sweaty locks with your long glitter-pink nails—keeping your voice saccharine. “Did you enjoy yourself, hm? Your first time cumming in pussy instead of your dirty ol’ sock?”

You pick his face up—cupping his sloppy jaw in both palms—his eyes half-mast and glazed as you nose-kiss him with a smile on your face.

“You loved it, didn’t you? Silly virgin boy…”

Your cunt tingles at the sight of him—wrecked beauty, sweaty and undone. You feel his cock unswell inside you and decide to lift off and release him—letting it flop out and splat on his tummy in a puddle of slick.

“Look,” you fuss, holding his face in direction of it. “You made such a pretty mess—isn’t it lovely?”

Your pussy is left glistening and puffy, still wanting and waiting for its final hurrah. Your breath turns headier and so does your voice, now with a new darkness to it as  you whisper, “Time for that favor, sweet boy.” 

He blinks dumbly, impossibly hopeless, wrapped so tightly around your pinky it’s pitiful. Of course, you take advantage—guiding his head to level with your cunt. 

“Open wide, tongue out flat.”

He obeys wordlessly. And oh god it makes your gut stir viscously—watching his tongue loll free between parted lips.

Your voice flares with bliss at the sight, shy of unhinged, as you giggle breathily, “That’s right—taste the pretty mess you made.”

He’s pushed face-first, trapped between your thighs with his jaw like an open cup beneath you, tonguing the mixed slick from your slit and slurping it all up without shame.

And fuck—it feels so good, you lose even more of your mind while tugging him even closer—all but pulling him off the toilet seat, making him kneel down on the floor instead. And still, he makes no effort to escape, but the opposite—seeking to go deeper into your cunt, crying into you as he laps up every last drop of yours and his arousal—making your thighs quake around him, grinding down against his mouth, onto his eager tongue, having it pet your clit over and over until you also come to the same sudden stumbling halt.

“Yes—yes! Oh, fuck! I’m gonna—it’s coming—”

And there it goes, ripping along your loins, surging from your lower belly. With both your hands tangled harshly in his hair, he’s not going anywhere, lips locked with yours as it starts pouring.

You’re squirting on him—hot and hard—on his tongue, inside his mouth, down his throat, in his belly. You’re squirting on him and he’s drinking it, he realizes—but even so, he isn’t able to stop. Instead, he unwinds his jaw even wider, digs his tongue deeper, and accepts every drop of the warm stream as it drenches his face and splashes down his collar and shoulders, utterly soaking his shirt, making in see-through as it clings to his chest like a second skin.

You’ve closed your eyes and thrown your head back, basking in every last little twitch of your body as you relieve yourself all over his face.

Finally, after a moment, you let go of his hair and step back—feeling refreshed and happy with your work—seeing the poor loser sit before the toilet, all drenched and exhausted with his limp cock spent and messy, looking like a beautiful wreck.

You smile, pulling your panties back in place, and you skirt down again before unlocking the stall and opening the door, only looking back at him for a moment, tapping your nail at a few matching pink scribbles written on the wall. “Here’s my number and address if you wanna have more fun." And then you leave, just like that. "Bye-bye~”

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messy

RAFE CAMERON x FEM READER (18+)

summary coming back from college, the last thing hookup!rafe expects to return to is rumours that you’ve been sleeping with jj

warnings angst, happy ending though!, lowkey miscommunication, all characters r of age !! brief jj x reader but that's just for the plot okay...

a/n ok stay with me now basically reader is 18 (graduated hs, but taking a gap year) and she's the same age as jj/john b/everyone else while rafe is 19 and was having his first year in college !! yo why did this idea lowkey come to me in a dream during a nap Zzzzzz and ooc kelce for this one my bad

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it was supposed to be a summer thing.

something fun, fleeting, memorable yet forgettable. a secret, of course, because rafe would never risk his reputation by being seen with a pogue, would he?

but the sneaking around was useless, everyone knew that something was happening between the two of you. well, everyone that mattered anyway. they saw the way his eyes lingered a second too long on you, how his grip tightened just a little when he led you through crowded rooms. they noticed how you always left parties together.

but none of that meant anything.

it's casual, it's just convenient.

that's what the both of you told anyone and everyone who asked.

that's what you kept telling yourself when you found yourself wanting more.

especially when rafe told you he was moving away for college.

—

at first, you waited.

you told yourself it was a polite thing to do, waiting for some time before getting with someone else.

but in reality, you were waiting before moving on, in hopes that you'd get a text from rafe, who was hundreds of miles away, a text that would change your relationship.

but it never came.

then the daily check-ins and "miss u babe" texts lessen in frequency.

you're lucky if you get a text once a week.

you think maybe he's just busy. give him the benefit of the doubt right? maybe he's still trying to cope with the new workload, or making new friends.

you're proved wrong when you click on topper's close friends' story on instagram.

weekend after weekend, rafe's clubbing, partying, with a different girl on his lap each time.

well, if he's clearly not bothered to text, why bother waiting?

—

and when he finally remembers that his sweet girl is waiting for him, you're not waiting anymore.

you don't even bother to open his texts.

why?

because you're too busy having fun with jj!

it's casual, fun, spontaneous with jj. you don't have to worry about being seen "too close" in public, it's just you and jj maybank having fun!

you party, go to the beach, hanging out with your friends. you surround yourself with your people, always making sure you're too busy to be thinking about rafe. you bury your feelings deep, and do anything you can to take your mind off of it.

having grown close to rafe's friends too, you go to parties on both figure eight and the cut, always with jj. and you make damn sure everyone sees.

you secretly hope rafe's friends tell him.

—

in the weeks that follow, you're too busy having fun fooling around and partying with jj to notice the text from rafe that tells you he's coming back for winter break.

—

"hey, you gotta hurry a lil if you wanna get some of the good booze before the kooks get 'em all!" jj yells at you from down the stairs.

"i'm coming, just wait!" you huff as you struggle with your earrings as you walk down the stairs. you had spent the night at sarah's just so you could get to the party down the street more easily.

when you get to the landing of the stairs, jj lets out a low whistle as you do a little spin. you're wearing a short sparkly skirt that barely covers anything, and a very low-cut black lace tank. remembering that it was rafe's favourite outfit of yours sends a pang of sadness through your chest, but you push it aside.

the moment you step out onto the street, you can already hear the loud music blasting from the house down the street. you and jj race down the road, and of course you win! (he let you win...)

"yo! see you brought your little dog with you today." kelce chuckles, handing you and jj a bottle of beer each as you two enter through the front door.

"hey, y'know i'm just playing. good to see you, maybank." kelce says, arms up in mock surrender once you glare at him. he winks at you, and then he disappears into the crowd.

after dancing for what felt like an eternity, you slip upstairs to the bathroom to get a bit of air and space.

when you finally push open the bathroom door, the muffled bass from the party instantly flooding back into your ears. the air is thick with smoke and spilled liquor, the dim hallway lights flickering unevenly. as you step out, adjusting your top, your breath catches in your throat.

there he is.

rafe fucking cameron, back from college, standing at the bottom of the stairs like he never left.

he's leaning against the wall, one hand lazily gripping a red solo cup, the other tucked into the pocket of his jeans. his gaze is already on you—intense, unreadable. the kind that makes your stomach flip in a way you wish it wouldn’t.

you immediately look around for an escape route and you realise you're fucked, with no way out except down the stairs, past him, and out the front door. when you finally refocus your gaze on rafe, he looks different, somehow. sharper. more tired. tall, so tall. you don't remember him being that tall.

but despite everything, he's still the same rafe—the same cocky tilt of his head, the same way he takes up too much space without even trying.

you force yourself to keep walking, gripping the wooden railing as you descend the stairs, ignoring the way your pulse pounds in your ears. you won’t give him the satisfaction of stopping.

but of course, rafe doesn’t let that happen.

the moment your foot touches the last step, his free hand curls around your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. the grip isn’t tight, but it’s enough—enough to send a shiver up your spine, enough to remind you that he’s right here.

"didn’t think i’d see you here, bug," he drawls, voice thick with amusement. his fingers skim down your arm, lazy and deliberate. familiar. "heard you’ve been keeping yourself entertained while I was gone."

your plan worked. he'd heard about you and jj. but why on earth were you feeling like absolute shit?

you wriggle out of his grip.

"get out of my way, rafe." you grit out before darting through the crowd and out of the front door.

but he's hot on your tail. he's not letting you go, not this time.

he grabs your waist and spins you around, holding you in place this time, so you don’t slip away.

"don’t act like you care now, rafe. let me go." your voice is soft, pleading almost.

his smirk falters for half a second. but then, just like that, it’s back—only meaner this time.

"oh, but i do," he murmurs, stepping closer, his breath warm against your cheek. "see, i come home after months away, and what do i hear?" he tilts his head, eyes dark. "that my girl has been playing house with a pogue?"

the way he calls you his girl doesn’t go unnoticed by you, but you’re too angry to care.

"but that’s the thing, rafe! i am a pogue! i’ve always been, and that’s the issue you’ve always had! you’ve always been too ashamed of that, so why do you care about me now? you can’t move away and expect me to turn my life upside down for you once you get tired of college girls and come back to outer banks!"

and for a while, rafe is stunned. he’s never seen you this angry.

rafe’s jaw tightens. his grip on your hip flexes before he snatches his hand away, like your skin suddenly burns him. his smirk is long gone now, replaced by something darker—something stormy.

"that’s not—" he starts, but he stops himself, exhaling sharply through his nose. he drags a hand down his face, as if physically trying to pull himself together.

because you’re right. and he hates that.

his tongue swipes over his bottom lip, his shoulders rising and falling with the weight of whatever he’s trying not to say. when he finally looks at you again, his eyes are sharp, frustrated.

"you think i don’t care?" his voice is lower now, rougher. "you think i came back and the first thing i did was find you because i don’t give a shit?"

you fold your arms over your chest, willing yourself to hold your ground. "i think you came back because you ran out of things to distract yourself with," you snap. "and now you’re just—what? picking up where you left off? you don’t get to do that, rafe."

before you can react, he pulls you into his chest. your enveloped by his familiar smell, his cologne, his shampoo. he has one arm around your waist, the other cradling the back of your head. his chin rests on the top of your head.

you don’t even notice you’ve started crying until you feel rafe’s grip tighten, his hand splaying against the small of your back like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

"shh," he mutters, his breath warm against your hair. his voice has lost its usual edge, no more cocky drawl, no more sharpness. just rafe. just the boy who used to sneak into your room at night when he had nowhere else to go. just the boy who left, but still came back.

you try to push away, but he doesn’t let you—not completely. his hold loosens just enough for you to look up at him, your vision blurred with tears.

"you don’t get to do this," you whisper, voice shaking. "you don’t get to leave and come back like nothing happened. like i—like i didn’t—" you cut yourself off before the words spill out.

like i didn't matter

like i didn't miss you

like i didn't love you.

rafe stares at you, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. his thumb swipes gently over your cheek, catching a stray tear. the touch is so soft, so familiar, so cruel.

"you think i didn’t miss you?" his voice is hoarse now, strained, like he can’t believe you’d ever doubt it. "you think i wasn’t losing my fucking mind without you?"

your breath hitches.

when you finally regain your composure, you whisper, "you left for college, rafe. what was i supposed to do? wait around for you?"

rafe exhales sharply, shaking his head, "it's not about that. it's about you acting like you didn't care when i left—then immediately turning around and shacking up with jj!"

"you are mad that i didn't wait around for you!" you scoff incredulously.

you shake your head, scoffing again. "unbelievable." you turn to leave, trying to escape his embrace, because if you stay, you’ll say something you’ll regret. but before you can take a step, you're right back in rafe's arms again.

"i didn’t think i had to ask," he says quietly.

you freeze. his voice isn’t angry anymore—it’s something else, something raw, something that makes your chest ache.

"i thought you knew."

you swallow hard, refusing to look up at him. "knew what, rafe?"

he lets out a breath, tipping your chin up with his fingers so you look at him.

"that it was never just a summer thing for me."

rafe's confession leaves you breathless.

"and because i can’t stand watching you act like i don’t mean anything to you when i know that’s not true." he continues, voice softer, warmer.

your stomach twists. "you don’t know anything."

rafe steps closer, his hands settling lightly on your waist. "don’t i?" his voice is lower now, rougher. "you think i don’t notice the way you look at me? that i don’t feel it every time you’re near me?"

you shake your head, but your fingers have already found the hem of his shirt, gripping the fabric like it’s the only thing keeping you grounded.

"you’re full of shit."

"maybe." his lips twitch like he’s fighting a smirk, but there’s something softer in his expression. "but you still want me."

you hate that he’s right. you hate that no matter how mad you are, no matter how much you try to push him away, you still want him just as much as you always have.

and he knows it.

rafe leans in, his nose brushing against yours, giving you every opportunity to stop him.

you don’t.

the moment your lips meet, it’s over. the tension snaps, the anger dissolving into something hungrier, needier. his hands grip your waist, pulling you flush against him, and you let him, let yourself melt into him like this is exactly where you’re supposed to be.

because maybe it is.

"so what now?" you whisper, voice somewhat uncertain.

rafe exhales a small laugh, shaking his head. "whatever you want."

you roll your eyes. "that’s not an answer."

"wow, i could feel you rolling your eyes."

he tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. "then here’s one: i want you. not just when it’s easy, not just when it’s convenient. i want you."

"no more sneaking around?"

"no more sneaking around." he smirks. "i’ll even let jj live."

you shove at his chest, laughing despite yourself, and for the first time in what feels like forever, the weight that’s been sitting in your chest lifts.

[brairslair]

just thinking abt relationship dynamics with the op boys <33

EVERYONE IS 18+ (minors dni)

a/n: currently have one piece brain rot and it is consuming me so here’s this! fem!reader and very suggestive + mentions sex, but no actual smut. NOT PROOFREAD 🙏🏻

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“of course i’m serious”

luffy:

in usual luffy fashion, one of your very first interactions ends with him trying to convince you to join his pirate crew

at first you’re hesitant, rightfully so, having just met the guy

however, you’re quickly persuaded by his happy-go-lucky personality and loyalty to his crew

after finally joining the crew yourself, your relationship with luffy gradually melts from just being friendly crew mates to being so close that you would put your life on the line for him at a moment’s notice

he seems to have that effect on people

while you grow close with all of the strawhats, your relationship with luffy is different

within a few months you already feel like you’ve known him your entire life

the two of you never have a dull moment together

while you love to entertain his antics, you also know when to stay level headed and keep him grounded

and while your work ethic is always valued on the ship, luffy can always get you to relax and have a good laugh when you need a break

eventually the two of you start to literally finish each other’s sentences, and it freaks everyone else out every time

you balance each other out perfectly

the two of you can talk and laugh for hours and not get tired of each other’s company

definitely tries to teach you a little portuguese but does not have the patience

you guys have friendship bracelets and he never takes his off

over the years, your relationship begins to grow from best friends to something more

you notice the shift far before luffy does

luffy picks up on little changes, like the weird tingly feeling he gets in his stomach when he makes you laugh

he doesn’t really think much of it though and brushes it off

probably assumes he’s just hungry…

in fact, luffy probably doesn’t really comprehend his feelings until someone spells it out for him, but in his head it doesn’t really change anything

you’ve always been his go to, and that won’t change now

the shift from platonic to romantic is gradual, natural, and if you ask robin, entirely inevitable

(she predicted this from the very beginning when the crew met you in your hometown)

he’s confident and honest with you in sharing the way he feels once he comes to the realization, and you allow him the same courtesy

he doesn’t feel any reason to hide or be embarrassed about his feelings

to him, being your boyfriend just means being your best friend except better because you get to hold hands and kiss and stuff

nothing is awkward when you start dating

it just feels right

he’s always been a very touchy person, even before you started dating

now that you’re together though, he loves cuddling

sleeping just isn’t as comfy anymore if he isn’t laying on you

definitely bites you sometimes and he says it’s because you’re so awesome that he doesn’t know what else to do with himself

he holds your hand all the time and likes to swing them back and forth when you walk together

he also likes to carry you on his shoulders because it makes you laugh

he doesn’t really use pet names for you often, if at all, but he really likes it when you use them for him

will, however, give you absolutely ridiculous nicknames that he finds cute

he has obviously never had a girlfriend before you

he wasn’t really concerned with romance or sex at all actually until you

you definitely have to teach him a lot

like what you’d like to do on dates

and how to kiss

luffy didn’t really understand the appeal of kissing, but you seemed to want to do it so he figured he’d give it a try

after kissing you for the first time he can’t get enough

definitely understands now

a super messy kisser (ofc)

gets giddy when you smile or laugh into his kisses

he smiles into your kisses a lot himself because he’s just so happy to be with you

you also have to teach him about the concept of pda and public etiquette, because otherwise he just does not care and will literally start making out with you in front of the entire crew simply because he wants to kiss you

sex is of course also very new to luffy, and like kissing, he does not understand the appeal until you test the waters with him and his mind is blown

he didn’t realize it would be so fun

it’s almost always sloppy, but he’s very attentive to your requests and desires

he takes in everything you teach him and improves upon it, because he loves making you happy more than anything

kind of a little shit sometimes though because he definitely overstimulates you without even realizing it

never intentionally mean though, but can be a huge tease entirely by accident

loves giving you pretty things he finds like rocks, shells, and any cool trinkets he finds laying around

he just gets so excited to share everything with you, and you’re always the first person he wants to talk to about everything

even if it seems as simple as finding a cool rock

other than sprinkling in more couple-y things, your relationship dynamic really does remain the same as it had always been, best friends

the two of you never take life too seriously, and just allow yourselves to enjoy each other’s company

luffy may not be the most “romantic” boyfriend in a traditional sense, but he will do absolutely anything to see you happy and safe, and you the same for him

he doesn’t need to do any grand gestures to give you butterflies in your stomach

you are each other’s safe space

the two of you said the L word to each other well before you became a couple, but the first time he says it romantically is when you personally cook a three course meal and bake him his favorite sweets to celebrate his birthday

saying those words to each other feels so natural that you almost don’t realize you hadn’t been saying it this whole time until now

will willingly share his food with you if you ask, which is genuinely mind blowing to everyone including yourself

if he proposes to you it will be super out of the blue and unplanned, completely catching you off guard

the two of you could just be talking, having a normal conversation, maybe getting some work done around the ship, when all of a sudden he’s just like

“hey, do you wanna get married?”

probably heard sanji talking about weddings or something and was like, oh! we’re in love, we should get married too!

obviously you can’t legally get married being pirates trying to slip under marine radar, so luffy has franky make you both simple rings out of pieces of sea glass you picked out

the rings have each other’s initials engraved into them

after that, the two of you consider yourselves married and the rest of the crew follows suit

not much changes in your relationship other than your titles

he’ll proudly tell people you’re his wife if you do something cool in a fight or someone asks about you or something

but even without a proposal or a ring, the two of you were always going to be forever

zoro:

when you first meet zoro, you see him as cocky, brazen, and extremely annoying

the two of you clash almost immediately

after luffy somehow manages to convince you to join the crew, the close proximity only makes it worse

the two of you are constantly at each other’s throats, taking any opportunity to push each other’s buttons

nami often jokes that “the two of you bicker like an old married couple”, which does not go over well with either of you

for months the two of you are rivals, making everything a competition to see who’s better than the other

however, after a while you begin to see zoro’s true colors through the cracks

his dedication to his craft, the respect he has for luffy, the kindness he tries to mask beneath a hardened exterior, and his absolute undying loyalty

it makes you begin to wonder why you began to dislike him in the first place

over time, your bickering becomes less venomous and more playful, bantering back and forth for the fun of it

you pick up new habits like sparring with zoro every day, telling him it’s because “the only way to beat your rival is to know his weaknesses”

or zoro waking you up at the crack of dawn to do laps around the deck because he heard you say you weren’t a morning person once, except he brings you coffee exactly the way you like it, every time

eventually your relationship snowballs into friendship

the two of you still bicker and banter, butting heads every once in a while

but now you also laugh at each other’s jokes

and sit together in comfortable silence just to be in each other’s presence

and eventually, you get to the point where the two of you can share your deepest, darkest secrets, fears, and desires, that nobody else is allowed to hear

he makes you feel safe, and you know you are with him

without even realizing it, your relationship starts sinking into something much deeper than friendship

whenever you’re off the ship, zoro is almost always at your side, practically attached to you, making sure you’re never in harms way

the two of you can basically read each other’s minds, seemingly able to communicate without a single word shared between you

neither of you are even conscious of your feelings for one another until nami catches the two of you sound asleep on the desk with your head resting in zoro’s lap and runs to tell usopp

when you do begin to realize how you feel, neither of you bring it up, too afraid to ruin what you already have

but you don’t need to

your bodies and minds are practically interlinked, bending at each other’s will

your relationship stays mostly the same, only gradually and organically becoming closer

running errands together on new islands, napping together more often than you do apart, sitting next to each other during meals, etc

eventually your mutual feelings become almost unbearable, and you finally cross the line between friends and lovers

you would probably have to be the one to make the first move, because not only is zoro insanely stubborm, but he’s also uncharacteristically easily flustered

your first kiss feels like pieces clicking into place, or feeling the warmth of the sun in the dead of winter

as cheesy as it sounds, it feels like home

there’s no conversation about feelings, or asking you to be his girlfriend, you just are

like all the seasons of your relationship, the shift is slow, and goes unnoticed for a while by most of your crew mates

robin, nami, and usopp are the first to notice, seeing you fall asleep against his chest instead of his lap, or seeing you whispering secret conversations up in the crows nest when you think the others are asleep

eventually everyone is made aware of your relationship when you challenge zoro to a drinking game at a party, ending with you getting drunk off your ass and kissing him before immediately passing out against his shoulder

zoro is not a fan of pda, so for the most part, your relationship remains the same around the crew and on islands

still bickering and making up stupid competitions to challenge yourselves, but now theres a softer, more intimate side to your relationship

he will occasionally do passive agressieve little things to rub your relationship in sanji’s face though if he’s flirting with you too much for his liking

like whispering something dirty in your ear to make you get all flustered, or wrapping his arm around your waist to guide you into the dining room

he partly does it to get a rise out of sanji, sure, but mostly because he loves the reaction it gets out of you

the bond you share is clearly special, and thats something that everyone can see

however, your relationship is much different when you’re alone

it’s much more domestic

quieter

you know each other like the back of your hands at this point, so sometimes theres no need for words

the silence is soothing

other times, the two of you can talk for hours

he’ll gladly listen to you ramble on about anything and everything thats on your mind if you want to

and he’ll hang onto every word

he’s also a bit more touchy and vocal in private

he’ll massage your sore muscles after a particularly tough sparring session

or rub his thumb across your hip where he holds you against his chest, mumbling compliments into your hair

he’s another man who never really thought about relationships until you came along, so he’s quite inexperienced in a lot of areas

he picks up quickly and adapts, following the signals that your body sends him and adjusting accordingly

sex with him is either extremely intimate and gentle, or he’s being a total pain in the ass and teasing the shit out of you

either way, he’s hyper aware of your every move and action

his main objective is always to please you, because he quite literally would do anything for you

in his eyes you deserve the world handed to you on a silver platter, and he wants to be the one holding the plate

neither of you need to hear the words to know that you love each other irrevocably

you can see it in every move that he makes, and he can hear it in the beating of your heart

when the words are shared it’s in the hushed privacy that only you will ever share, or after a particularly life threatening battle

zoro knows that he’s yours forever like he knows he needs oxygen to breathe, but he’s also not a sappy romantic like the cook

he would bring up the idea of marriage in casual conversation to see where your head is at

the two of you have extremely healthy communication, always 100% honest with each other

if you don’t like the idea of marriage he would drop the subject and never bring it up again, content to just be with you

but if you do like the idea of getting married, he would propose right then (very informally)

“why don’t we get married then?”

“are you serious?”

“of course i’m serious. let’s get married.”

the two of you would pick out simple wedding bands on the next island you docked at, stealing away for the day to allow yourselves to bask in your new beginning

the rest of the crew would also totally freak out at dinner when they see the sparkling new jewelry adorning your fingers

sanji:

as we all know, sanji is a lover of women

he’s also a hopeless romantic

from the moment you join the crew, he’s completely head over heels

he thinks you are absolutely the most stunning woman he’s ever laid eyes on in his life

while he dotes on you, you don’t really pay him any mind at all at first

you see the way he treats other women, and you know he’s simply a flirt by nature, so why would it be any different when it’s aimed towards you?

and it first, it’s really not that much different

he just finds you mesmerizing, but it’s nothing more than an infatuation

but as some time goes by and he and the rest of crew get to know you, it turns into something more

you become friends first, quickly forming a strong bond

you keep him company while he cooks, allowing him to teach you different techniques and recipes

you listen to him talk about his dreams, and he returns the favor, judgement free

sanji quickly realizes he’s fallen for you

like for real

the feeling scares him at first, never having felt so many intense emotions about one person before

but the fear is quickly overcome by determination to devote himself to you in every way

he takes care of your every need, defends your honor when necessary, and is always there for you when you need a listening ear or a shoulder to cry on

you don’t catch onto your feelings until months after sanji pinpointed his, long after you had already plummeted far away from feelings that could be considered platonic

you make the first move, and neither of you hesitate to leap right into it

he set’s up dates for the two of you frequently

compliments you up and down, every word sincere

he gets super flustered and giddy when you compliment his cooking

never forgets an anniversary, valentines day, or your birthday, and always goes all out to make sure it’s extra special for you

sanji isn’t inexperienced per-se, but he also hasn’t been with many women

however, he has a talent for this sort of thing, and his movements are smooth and fluid, never unsure

he kisses you like a man starved, gentle at first, quickly becoming more passionate and hungry because you’re absolutely irresistible

he’s handles you the same way in the bedroom

gentle and passionate

sanji always finds a way to make sex super romantic

he likes to hold your hand, and give you kisses, and tell you how much he loves you

he has a CD burned with a bunch of super sweet love songs, and it doubles as a slow dance playlist and a sex playlist

after you become official, it’s no secret to the crew

sanji is practically shouting it from the rooftops

he’s even more over the top than before, waiting on you hand and foot

loves holding you, and intertwining your fingers when the two of you go looking for ingredients on whatever island you’re docked at

loves hugs and cuddles obviously

always holds doors open for you, pulls out your chair, offers you his coat, and kisses your hand like a proper gentleman

also uses so many pet names for you that you can’t even keep track of them all

still a massive flirt even though you’re already his, and reaffirm that truth every single day

your relationship is very flirty in general

he can dish it out way better than he can take it

he gets flustered sooooo easily when you give him a taste of his own medicine

even though he’s quite eccentric in the way he loves you, he can also be really soft when the moment’s right

the two of you can giggle about stupid hypotheticals one second and be having a deep philosophical conversation the next

sanji tells you he loves you for the first time within like the first 3 weeks of you dating

and he means it 100% too

he absolutely worships you and thinks he must have been a saint in a past life to be able to deserve you reciprocating his feelings

sanji’s known since the very beginning that he was going to marry you some day

as romantic as he is, he cooks you a wonderful meal, just for the two of you

he lights up the place with dozens of candles and rose petals scattered everywhere

and by some miracle he summons the will power to get through dinner with you, before finally beginning his long speech, pouring out all of his love for you like poetry

he kneels on one knee before you, and the ring is barley slipped onto your finger before he has your back pressed against the kitchen counter

oops!

the two of you throw a little ceremony with the crew on the next island you dock at, with vows and a dress and everything

sanji refused to let you settle for anything less than perfect, because you deserved to have a real wedding

his vows are gut wrenchingly gorgeous btw

cries when he sees you walking down the aisle

he makes sure to call you “my wife” as much as humanly possible, and kisses your ring all the time

usopp:

you and usopp became friends pretty much the second you joined the crew

you both have such a similar sense of humor, and you love listening to his ridiculous stories

he lovessss gossiping with you and it’s your favorite pastime

and of course you help him craft his weapons

the two of you are basically inseperable

you do absolutely everything together

you help each other get through your day to day tasks, talking and joking your way through them

you watch him practice his aim and cheer him on

you like laying down together and looking at the shapes the clouds make

you sit next to each other at meals most of the time so that you can gossip with your eyes

but sometimes if you sit across from each other you have staring contests

you don’t know when or how it happened, but somewhere over the years you and usopp fell desperately in love with each other

everyone knows how you feel for each other, hell even you know how usopp feels about you, but he’s completely oblivious to it all

the only reason you haven’t made a move yet is because nami made a bet with you to see how long it takes him to fess up, and neither of you are allowed to “interfere”

he finally confesses to you one night after a long celebration for another strawhat victory

you always make fun of him for being such a lightweight, but tonight it really shows

completely wasted after only two shots, he finally professes his love for you

nami won the bet, but you honestly couldn’t care less

the next day he’s probably super embarrassed, but once you tell him you feel the same way he’s SO relieved

he gets flustered so easily it’s a little humorous

you barely even have to do anything to make him a blushing stuttering mess

most of the time you do it by accident

he has a staring problem because everything you do is so mesmerizing to him

you take your relationship fairly slow

he gets insanely flustered every time you hold his hand

he LOVES cuddling but he has to hide his face against you because he gets so dazed just by being so close to you

the first time you kissed him he almost passed out

he cannot believe you actually want to be with him

once he’s more comfortable with the concept that you really do want him as much as he wants you, he kisses you all the time

your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, your knuckles, and most importantly, your lips

his kisses are gentle and cautious at first, growing more confident the longer you’re together, but still always soft

the crew thinks you’re the cutest couple ever, sometimes disgustingly so

usopp is extremely inexperienced, despite the stories he tells that suggest otherwise, so you make sure to let him set the pace

when he’s ready to take the relationship a step further, he’s a bit clumsy at first, but eager to learn

talks a big game, but when it comes down to it he always “lets you” take the lead

loves bragging about you and telling people that you’re his girlfriend

he’s just so proud to be with you

literally thinks you’re the coolest person ever

you guys are still best friends even though you’re also so much more than that

you still gossip, and do your work together, and make ridiculous jokes, and are there for each other no matter what

if marriage is something you want, you would have to hint at it heavy

because he is not going to come up with the idea to propose otherwise

not because he doesn’t want to marry you, but simply because he’s never even thought about marriage like that before

it take him weeks to work up the courage to finally propose, but he would do it all “the right way” because you deserve a real proposal

takes you out on the deck to watch the sunset and then he’s down on one knee with a ring box in hand

gets teary eyed asking you to marry him, and cries happy tears with you when you say yes

you would have a simple ceremony on the ship, just vows, rings, and a kiss, and just like that, you’re husband and wife

chopper would 100% be the ring bearer and nami would be the flower girl

brags about you, and makes sure to include you in all of his stories

no matter how long you guys have been together, his wild imagination never gets old

law:

you were on the brink of death when law found you, taking you onto the polar tang to perform a life saving operation

you could barely remember what even caused the injuries in the first place by the time you woke up, but you had never been more grateful in your entire life

you owed you’re life to him

so you insisted on joining his crew, promising to repay him for saving your life, even though he assured you it wasn’t necessary

you stayed anyways of course

your relationship started out strictly professional

he was the captain, and you were the crewmate

you were friendly with each other of course, but that was the extent of it

over time, you grew closer

you started getting tasked with him with his personal tasks while he worked, allowing the two of you to spend a lot of time in each other’s company

eventually your simple conversations became staying for hours after all the work had been completed just so that you could continue talking

you bonded over similar interests and shared knowledge, realizing you had more in common than you initially thought

after that the years seemed to fly by, blossoming friendship getting stronger until you could practically read each other’s thoughts, and then one day it all became much bigger than either of you had anticipated

you have both somehow managed to fall in love with each other, and neither of you dared to speak a word of it to anyone, even yourselves

you’re too scared of being rejected and humiliated, and law is absolutely terrified of being in love at all

he has absolutely no idea how to handle his feelings, so instead he bottles them up and stores them away in the hopes that they’ll just vanish

they don’t vanish

instead they get bigger and bigger, until it’s all consuming and he can’t think of a single thing that is not you

meanwhile, you’re trying desperately to suppress your own feeling and failing miserably

the two of dance around each other, tension so thick it radiated to everyone else on the crew

you’re interactions become shorter, both of you unable to be in the presence of the other for too long before you felt like you were going to say something stupid

eventually it all reaches a peak, and while working in his office one night he can’t fight his impulses, so before he can overthink it he finally just kisses you

his kiss is heated and filled with a million emotions he doesn’t know how to express with words

your relationship remains the same outside of your shared privacy, so most of the crew doesn’t even know you guys are together for months

if anyone does pick up on it, it’s because both of you are in considerably better moods for weeks after your first kiss

he lets you paint his nails and do his eyeliner

gets really affectionate when he’s tired

he isn’t the best communicator, but you’re patient and he tries his best

law is somewhat experienced, only having been with a few women in the past, but it’s enough for him to know what he’s doing

he has no problem taking the reigns, and easily slips any semblance of control right out of your grasp

sex is either super soft and romantic or he’s really mean, depends on his mood

loves having his hands all over you whenever he can

also gets really cocky and his smile when he’s like that is deadly

doesn’t say it often, but makes sure to show you every day how much he absolutely adores you

he’s so in love with you it drives him a little crazy sometimes, but he doesn’t say that

instead he saves his smiles only for you, kisses every inch of your skin, and holds you impossibly close to him while he whispers sweet praises and confessions in your ear

when law does say “i love you”, he makes sure you know how much he means it

he cherishes your late night conversations, whispered beneath the sheets

while the crew does know of your relationship now, you still don’t really act like a couple at all in front of anyone else aside from very subtle things

you always make law coffee in the morning and he thanks you for it with a kiss to the cheek before getting breakfast

and he whispers things to you all the time, just wanting to share things with you even if he may not want to share them with the rest of the crew

your relationahip changes slightly you become his wife

he never really liked the idea of marriage, but with you, he’s open to anything that would make you happy

if you want to get married, that’s what will happen

the rings would be extremely simple, but engraved with something incredibly sweet to remind you of how much he loves you, even if he isn’t able to tell you so as often as he thinks he should

there wouldn’t be any ceremony, just the rings, but it’s enough for you

after that he’d be a bit more affectionate with you in front of the crew, the occasional peck, and domestic touches

it’s usually subconscious and goes unnoticed unless someone points it out

he can’t help himself, you’re his wife, and he’s surprised by how much he loves the new title on you

ace:

very flirty with you from the very beginning

compliments you all the time

thinks you’re the hottest person in the world and is very vocal about it

the two of you literally just flirt with each other like 24/7 but still say “we’re just friends”

pisses everyone else off

you know ace has a history with women, so you figured it was safe to assume that you simply followed that pattern

so the two of you go on like that for months, so obviously crazy about each other that it quickly becomes annoying to everyone around you

the solution? set you up, obviously

some of your crew mates make it their mission to finally get you two together

setting up romantic settings where the two of you just happen to be alone

pairing you up on chores and tasks

they may or may not lock the two of you together in a closet for like an hour

it only takes a few weeks to finally get you to crack

ace is a cocky bastard about it, but also literally bouncing off the walls because he’s wanted you for forever

he fell first, you fell harder type shit

huge dork

can be pretty childish sometimes, but in an endearing way

but he does know how to read the room and take things seriously when necessary

never fails to make you feel better if you’ve had a rough day

loves seeing you in his clothes !!!!

literally the biggest flirt and tease ever, no matter how long you’ve been together

very touchy and just wants to be close to you

despite the fiery passion woven through his personality, he kisses you like he has all the time in the world

extremely good kisser, and enjoys pulling away to watch you chase his lips and try to catch your breath wayyyyy too much

50% slutty and 50% the most romantic man on the planet

he’ll literally be making the most obscene noises in your ear and then say something so butterfly inducing and poetic that you feel like you could cry

very experienced, and it shows in everything he does

he knows exactly how to read what you need, and just what to do to have you a complete mess by the time he’s done with you

slutty waist 🗣️🗣️

king of the knee thing

loves when you give him hickeys too so he can show off that he’s yours

also pretty open about pda

he doesn’t like make out with you in the middle of a bar or anything, but he definitely does not shy away from showing you love just because there are people around either

your relationship is surprisingly mature, and you have really good communication

definitely would carry you on his back, shoulders, bridal style, or just pick you up and spin you around cause it makes you smile

if he proposes it would be planned, but not necessarily traditional or formal

he’d plan some sort of fun activity for the day, like a picnic or something, and then you turn around and he’s kneeling on the ground in front of you

would pick the PRETTIEST ring

he’d also be smiling like crazy through the entire proposal cause he wants to marry you right this second

as soon as the ring is on your finger he’s already making stupid jokes that have you rolling your eyes

would “elope” (unofficially) on an island and then see how long it takes for everyone to notice

possibly making a bet to see who catches on first

once the rest of the crew knows, he takes everyyyy opportunity to call you his wife or by his last name, and giggles like a kid every single time

asks are open!

[pyrodolls]

imagine all the yandere monsters in your village obsessed with you, the only human

naturally, you are seen as the monarch of the village. the only thing every creature can agree on, is that they love and respect you. even though you're not really interested in any of them.

THE WEREWOLF is the most aggressive of the creatures within the village. he’s the one that everyone fears. he isn’t the strongest, but he’s the one that never backs down from a fight. he’s the one that would shed anyone’s blood in your name without hesitation. he’s the one that doesn’t even try to hide the disgusted look in his eyes that flashes every time you lend someone else your kindness and attention. he always fantasizes about ripping them to shreds and carrying you away to safety.

he's boastful, and loud. he constantly challenges others to fights-- especially in front of you. he thinks you'll be impressed by his strength, and the more he shows off and wins fights, he'll also win your heart. he'd rip some poor nymph to shreds and hold the heart up to you, hoping you'll be proud of him and spare at least a glance his way. maybe even say he did a good job or perhaps tell him that he's oh so strong and courageous.

if only you treated him as more than a lapdog. if only you looked at him with the same adoration that he looks at you with. he’ll glare at everyone but you. he’ll ignore and growl at everyone he sees, because they're not you.

his infatuation with you is more than a respect for your royalty. deep down, he yearns to be by your side. he doesn’t need the power that you have, just as long as he’s the one with you. as long as he’s the only one that can stay with you and protect you from harm. he’ll stand at your guard for hours if you requested him to do so. he’ll happily accept your request with a rare sway to his tail.

he needs to be your guard. he needs to make sure you’re safe at all times or else he will deem himself worthless. with his sharp teeth, long claws and piercing stare, almost anyone would be frightened by the giant, aggressive werewolf at your side.

but no matter how rough and tough he acts; he’ll always crumble the second your hand raises up to his head to scratch or pat him on the head.

THE HARPY is the one that lusts after you the most. she's raunchy, easygoing, and mischievous. plus, of all the creatures, the harpy is the bluntest. she’ll gleefully and casually mention to you all of her wicked fantasies. every morning, she flies around trying to find you, and once she does, she goes on and on about the things she’s imagined you two doing. the other creatures are far more ashamed of their urges, thinking that they’re dirtying your image as their monarch. but the harpy? she doesn’t give a flying fuck if you’re the ruler or a peasant. she’s imagined your body in thousands of ways, none of them have to do with your status.

even though you have always rejected her advances, she’s always going to keep trying. she’s convinced that you’re just shy and in denial of your feelings. she’s convinced that you’re destined to be hers. she started doing outlandish things to catch your attention and get you out of your shell. she started physically touching you more, such as kissing your cheek and laying on your lap. she thinks you're in love with her, no matter how many times you blatantly tell her that you're not interested.

she revels in the other creatures’ jealousy and hatred of her. she knows the others only think of her as a dirty harlot, ruining the valiant image of their ruler. but she couldn't care less about what others think. she barely even cares what you think. she knows what she wants, and nobody will stop her from getting it. not even you.

THE FAIRY is the most envious of them all. fairies are known for being small and weak. he knew you weren't going to like him. that's why he desperately tried to get your approval the moment he met you. he always leaves you small gifts and watches from afar as you collect them, hoping that it'll be something that you enjoy. he knows that pixies are generally the ones that leave small gifts, but he had to find some way to gain your favor. he's only 6 inches tall and could easily be stomped on by the other creatures. so that means he isn't strong, or incredibly intelligent, or immortal. he has nothing going for him compared to the others, so all he can do is be as kind as possible to you.

deep down, he's aware that he doesn't stand a chance. but he keeps trying. he knows he loves you more than any of the other creatures can say. he would be kind to you. he would follow your every command. he would do whatever you want him to do. he just wants you. it doesn't matter how you treat him or what you do to him. sure, if you hurt him, he won't be very happy about it, but he'll still be grateful that you even looked his way and gave him a chance.

he's usually very friendly and giving towards others, and especially to you, but behind closed doors, he's cruel towards those that you show love and affection to. he knows it's wrong. he knows you would probably be mad at him for his behavior. but he can't help it. everyone else is so much bigger and stronger than he is. deep down, he knows they could protect and take care of you better than he can. so, his inferiority complex shifts into anger that he takes out onto them. and if they happen to snitch on him, he'll just start fake crying. you'd comfort him and tell him everything's okay, because you trust him! he's the one that is so small, gentle, and always gifts you, so he'd never do anything wrong...

THE VAMPIRE has a strategy to winning you over. she's one of the eldest, most intelligent and calculated creatures in the village. over the course of the couple thousand years that she's been alive, she never had any romantic interest in anyone until she met you. you changed something in her. she's always been very formal, and polite, but you awoke something new in her. something... possessive and perhaps even controlling. after meeting you, she suddenly had the urge to take care of you. as she unfortunately cannot be in the sun, so she watches you from afar. follows you from a distance, making sure you are safe. she's ready to step in as soon as she needs to, in order to protect you.

she's more likely to take a friendlier, respectful approach compared to others. unlike the vulgar harpy, or the overly submissive fairy, she's more formal and respects your authority as their leader. every night, she walks around your house and if you happen to come out, she pretends she was "on her way home" and says that it "would be a lovely time to go for a walk" and you assume she was telling the truth.

the best part about having a plan such as hers, is that the other creatures have no idea that she's interested in you. they go to her for advice and try to ask for her help in courting you. they trust her, not knowing she'll ruin them once she knows their plans in wooing you. and they'll never know that it was her, because she's the beautiful older woman in the village that has never caused any problems! everyone loves her. and soon, you will too.

she's patient. everyone else is in such a rush to make you theirs immediately, but she knows you're worth waiting for. she knows that in the end, she'll come out on top, and you'll be hers. all she must do is wait.

THE ELF is one of the shyest. she's looked down upon in the village for being too timid and messy. with frizzy hair, pointy ears, and a dreadful fashion sense, she stays in her dingy little shack in the woods, crafting weapons and houseware to sell to the villagers. every month, she begrudgingly makes her visit to the village's market to display and sell her things, then go straight back home. she dreads seeing others, feeling safe only in the solitude of the quiet woods.

she always knew of a human monarch ruling over the land, but she didn't bother investigating for herself. she wanted to just make and sell her goods, then lurk in the outskirts of the village in peace. but one day, you just happened to be at her usual selling place.

she dropped all her items in a few baskets, standing by ready to give them away. that's when you approached, offering a generous sum of money to purchase items that were rumored to "be of high quality" from the other villagers. the second she saw you, her heart almost stopped. she knew the monarch was supposed to be beautiful, but she wasn't aware you were going to look that good. she quickly and awkwardly wrapped the items in leaves, handing them to you and feeling her heart skip a beat when your fingers brushed against hers. she thanked you, bowing her head so you wouldn't see how red her pale skin became. you simply walked away without saying anything else.

she replayed that moment over and over again in her head on her journey back home. should she have said something else? should she have refused your money or given you more items? should she have wrapped your items in something fancier than random leaves she picked from the forest? god, you probably think she's a loser now. you probably dislike her just as much as everyone else does. she maybe even offended you, because she didn't recognize you at first.

she spent that whole night rethinking her entire life choices. and the night after that. and the night after that. and that whole week. and the next week. then the next. until it was time to sell her things again. this time, she would be prepared for your arrival.

she spent that month lurking around the village, overhearing the things people said about you. she never knew there was so much competition to win your heart! she'd definitely have to study your interests to win you over.

every day, she peeked into your castle and carefully inspected your bedroom. she studied your clothes, hair, accessories, decorations, and more. she took note of it all, storing it in her memory to use later in order to impress you and show that she would be the best candidate for your affections.

when the day came for her to publicly return to the village, she made sure her hair was nicely put together, instead of the usual frizzy look. she made sure her clothes weren't so tattered and dirty, and she was wearing your favorite color. she made sure her goods were clean and wrapped nicely in cloth that she sewed herself, based on the designs on your castle's carpet.

she waited and waited. the usual customers came by, surprised that she seemed more put together-- but she didn't spare them a single glance. she was just looking for you. where were you? did you not like her goods? or maybe her initial thoughts were correct: her first impression was so terrible that you hate her, and you'll never see her again.

it was late at night, way past her curfew. she was packing her things ready to return home and cry herself to sleep after you didn't show up. until she finally spotted you in the distance, walking next to the vampire lady.

she felt her face go red in embarrassment. what was she even thinking? of course you're into someone else. she spent an entire month obsessing over you to the point where she mended her appearance to impress you and maybe get you to spend more time with her. but it was all for naught, wasn't it?

but maybe... she can keep trying. she put in so much effort. she tried so hard to EARN your approval, instead of trying to seduce you like that old ass vampire. she's never felt this way for anyone before. she hates everyone else. she hates talking to people, spending time with people. they've never liked her anyway. but you didn't hate her. you just purchased her goods with an incredible amount of money and never insulted her or raised a single finger on her. she'll never forget that. she'll always be grateful for that. in return, she'll make herself better for you. she'll change, and you'll be nice to her again... maybe even love her just as much as she loves you... right?

THE MERMAN is one of the cutest, yet the most codependent and manipulative of them all. he's just a defenseless merman; he can't go on land! you'll have to visit him every day and talk to him, or else he'll go mad. you can't leave him alone for a single day, because he has no other friends. that would be so rude of you.

every day, he sits and waits for you, posing prettily on the biggest rock on the beach. if anyone were to flirt or try to talk to him, he'd usually roll his eyes and swim away. he has a bit of a reputation for being the most handsome creature out of everyone else in the village. but no matter how many villagers attempt to charm him, none of them have ever caught his eye. in fact, they often leave the beach crying in despair after he rejects them with no remorse or kindness. he'll insult them and bluntly tell them he would never be interested in them.

because you're the only one he wants.

he sees your riches. your beauty. your power and intelligence. he's attracted to all of it. he fantasizes every day about being with you. he knows that you're human and you can't be with him all day, but he can't bare being away from you for so long! he's tried multiple times to crawl on land, but he just can't do it without fainting and being carried back to the sea by one of his fellow merfolk.

he begs you to spend as much time as you can with him. he is overjoyed the moment he sees you walking towards his spot at the beach. he starts squealing and splashing around, doing a few tricks to impress you. he immediately starts bombarding you with questions, asking how you are and what you're doing later, subtly wrapping his tail around your arm so you can't walk away. he talks to you nonstop, trying to make you stay. he knows you are royalty, and you have your duties, but they can't be more important than him.

every time you even hint at leaving, he starts getting emotional. what do you mean you're leaving soon? don't you know what you mean to him? you know you're his only connection to the outside world and the land. you're one of his only friends. you can't just leave him. don't you know how much he cares about you? don't you know how many people he's rejected for you? don't you know how many hours he spent combing through his hair with a fork he found lying washed up on the sand? don't you know how many hours he spent trying to polish his scales, making them shinier to catch your eye? he tried so hard to look all pretty for you, and now you're just going to leave?

wait, you'll come back tomorrow? oh, okay. well, why didn't you just say that sooner? just don't keep him waiting too long. even though you're leaving, he'll stay lying on his rock, staring at your castle with a longing look in his teary eyes, waiting for your return.