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𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: Lucy's having her first serious fight with her girlfriend and needs her old room back for the night; leaving the current occupant of the space with no place to sleep.

ℜ𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤: Mature

𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: Light sexual content, strong language, no use of Y/N.

𝔄𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯'𝔰 𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢: Happy (still technically) early Valentine's Day to the little gremlins in my phone <3 This was supposed to be a nice short oneshot to help me overcome some writers block around my main series, but, uh... once again, it got out of hand. Special thanks to @websterss and @why-what-no for helping me figure out how to approach the attic scene, which ended up being the catalyst of this veering so far out of control 😂 Hope you guys enjoy! (Oh god I completely forgot to mention, the title is from I Love You So by The Walters)

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It was a quiet night at 35 Portland Row, the team having a rare evening off between jobs that seemed to double by the day. Gaining fame and notoriety had been Lockwood’s goal since the day he and George had officially formed Lockwood & Co. several years previously, and to say they’d been successful would be an understatement.

There had been a call for him to increase his numbers and branch out as a better manned agency many times, but to do so would mean giving up certain freedoms he wasn’t willing to relinquish. Including the house he and his agents had come to call home. Hiring extra hands would require extra accommodations and though that would come with its own set of bonuses, there was something to be said about the consistency and approachability of a single door at street level on a seemingly unassuming family home.

At least, that’s what he tried to remind himself as he was startled from a rare peaceful sleep by the sound of a closed fist pounding insistently on his front door.

For a solitary moment, he considers ignoring it.

“ANTHONY! I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME! GET YOUR ARSE UP AND OPEN THE DAMN DOOR.” A familiar voice hollers from the front porch.

He’s out of bed before his sleep-addled brain can register the movement, turning on the lamp on his side table and grabbing a grey sweatshirt off the chair at his desk, pulling it over his head as he descends the stairs at a breakneck pace.

The several locks on their front door had never really seemed like overkill before, but they’d never stood between him and a friend in obvious distress before either. He fumbles the last of the bolts and pulls the door open to find Lucy Carlyle looking disheveled, eyes rimmed red and lip trembling, the picture of misery. Wordlessly, he opens his arms and she crumbles into them without hesitation, burying her face in his shoulder.

They stay like that for a while, until his toes remind him that he’s still barefoot and London nights are cold this time of year. He pulls away enough to usher her inside, closing the door behind them and locking it tight for the night once more. She sniffles, allowing herself to be led into the kitchen and sat in her old chair as he goes through the motions of filling the kettle and setting it on the stove to boil for tea.

He doesn’t push, doesn’t try to interrogate her. If and when she’s ready to talk about it, she’ll tell him.

“I need my old room for the night.” She mumbles eventually, using a finger to trace the outline of one of the many unflattering doodles of Lockwood on the thinking cloth. “Norrie and I got into it tonight, she says she needs some space.”

He remains silent as he pours water into their mugs, trying to puzzle his way through how to make that happen. She knew that room was occupied now, and he knew she wouldn’t ask if she wasn’t in desperate need of the comfort of her old home.

Nodding decisively, he walks back to the cupboard and pulls out another cup.

“I’ll go wake her up and get the bedding changed over. Do you want to talk about it?” She shakes her head vehemently at the question, choosing instead to drop her head onto the table with a loud thud. He has to smother a laugh at that. Despite understanding the serious nature of the situation, he’s acutely aware that this is their first major fight in three years. Chances are they’ll be back to their obnoxiously happy ways within the week, but if he doesn’t treat this as seriously as Lucy is clearly feeling it is then he might as well turn in his best friend title on the spot.

He places her tea on the table beside her head and his own across from her, patting her shoulder reassuringly as he withdraws his hand. Doubling back to the counter, he picks up the third cup and takes it with him out of the kitchen and up the stairs, closing the door to his room as he passes it on his way to the top of the house.

Standing on the landing outside her door he falters, almost losing his nerve. Then he reminds himself this is for Lucy.

Rolling his shoulders back and straightening his posture, he raises his free hand and raps his knuckles against the wood.

Silence.

Brow furrowing, he knocks again.

Still nothing.

Raising his eyes to the ceiling he silently curses heavy sleepers, under no illusions that most of his resentment is’t based in envy.

Weighing his options for a moment, he grimaces. Go tell his woe-filled best friend he’s too much of a coward to wake their coworker himself, or risk having whatever items have accumulated on her bedside table thrown at him when he enters her room.

Unfortunately, it’s a no brainer.

He places his hand on the handle, foolishly hoping it would be locked.

It’s not.

Muttering curses under his breath, he pushes the door open and ascends the last flight of stairs into her room.

He finds himself frozen in place on the last step, entranced by how serene the scene before him appears.

She’d fallen asleep with the lamp beside her bed still on. It casts a soft golden glow across her face, and for a moment she takes his breath away.

She’s still fully dressed from the day, passed out on top of her blankets with a book laying open beside her. It’s so easy to picture her laying on her side, one hand tucked under her cheek, fighting to try and make it through just one more chapter before the weight of her eyelids won and sleep finally overcame her.

He could feel a soft smile making itself at home on his face, an affectionate exasperation at her dedication to the written word settling comfortably in his chest.

If he hadn’t already, this would have been the moment he fell in love.

Wrestling himself from his thoughts and trying to shape his face into something at least slightly less lovesick, he thaws his feet and makes his way over to the bed.

“It’s time to wake up, beautiful.” He says, the last part slipping out unbidden.

She doesn’t react, so he closes her book and moves it to her side table to make room for himself to sit on the mattress beside her. The bed settling under his weight makes her stir, rolling onto her back and mumbling something incoherent.

When she makes no move to wake any further, he reaches across to squeeze her shoulder gently. She whines, scrunching up her face in indignance and opening bleary eyes to blink slowly at the disturbance. Her eyes come to focus on him and the tension drains from her face, a sleepy smile taking its place as she hums and rests her eyes shut again.

He smiles right back at her, letting his hand run down her arm. His intention is to pull away, but apparently she has other plans. She reaches after him, catching his hand with her own and pulling back towards her. His heart leaps into his throat and he can actively feel the blood rushing to his face as her body curls in his direction.

“Come back to bed…” She mumbles, voice still laced with exhaustion, resting her forehead against the back of his hand and sighing contentedly at the contact. He’s completely forgotten how to function, torn between blindly following her wishes and remembering why he’s in her room this late to begin with.

He’s saved from having to decide anything by her eyes suddenly flying open, face transforming from sleepy bliss to sheer mortification in the blink of an eye.

“Oh my god. I AM SO SORRY.” She shrieks, flailing away from him with such vigour that she throws herself straight off the opposite edge of the bed. He dives across the bed in a valiant attempt to catch her but he’s just a hair too late, the echoing thud of her body hitting the floor making him wince sympathetically.

He peeks over the side of the bed to find her laying on her back with her hands over her beet red face. She parts her fingers, staring miserably at him from between them.

His lips are pressed together tightly with the effort maintaining his composure.

She cracks first, a giggle slipping past her hands.

Within seconds they’re both in stitches, almost crying with laughter. By the time they manage to compose themselves, several minutes must have passed.

He stands and walks around the bed to offer her a hand. She wipes the tears from her eyes, heaving for breath as she reaches up to accept his help and is pulled to her feet.

“Now that that’s out of the way, what the hell are you doing in my room at this time of night?” She gasps, bracing her palms on her thighs as she struggles to make her lungs understand she’s not suffocating.

Lockwood’s eyes go wide with horror.

“I’m an awful friend.” He rushes out, covering his mouth. She does a double take in response, looking like she’s about to get whiplash from the sudden shift in topic and energy.

“Beg your pardon?”

“Luce is downstairs in the kitchen right now. I guess she and Norrie had a lover's quarrel? She needs her room back for the night.”

He cringes as she gapes at him.

Thankfully, instead of scolding him she bolts into action. The bed is stripped bare before he can even process the speed with which she’s moving and suddenly she’s shoving his arms full with fabric.

“Laundry room! Now!” She snaps, already across the room rifling through her wardrobe for fresh bedding.

He’s on the second step by the time she calls him back to ask what Lucy was wearing when she showed up on their doorstep.

“Jeans and a jumper.” He calls over his shoulder as he descends the steps two at a time.

The laundry room is close to George’s room, so he decides to err on the side of caution and leave the items in the washing machine and makes a mental note to start it in the morning. By the time he finishes separating everything and has it all organized, he can hear footfalls approaching rapidly from overhead. There’s a stutter in her step and a brief scrambling noise that has him holding his breath, but she manages to rebalance herself and continues down the next flight on her way to the kitchen without losing any momentum.

His shoulders slump in relief and all at once the late hour catches up with him.

Or does it officially qualify as early now?

He’s still pondering that when he almost slips on a small puddle of liquid at the top of the stairs. The adrenaline wakes him up a bit but now he has another, if slightly more pressing, question.

What the hell is on the floor?

And then it clicks.

The tea.

She must have grabbed it off her bedside table on her way downstairs and spilled it when she almost took a tumble of her own.

He chuckles and shakes his head, almost uncomfortably aware of how smitten he is with the small tornado occupying the attic room as he turns back to grab a towel from the room he’d just left.

By the time he makes his way into the kitchen, she’s helping Lucy out of her chair and herding the girl upstairs.

He raises his eyebrow at her in a silent question, but she shoots him a look that says ‘stay here, I’ve got this’ and an almost shy smile that promises she’ll be back soon. He dips his head in understanding, shooting her a smirk that hopefully says ‘I’ll be here’ and not ‘I’m hopelessly in love with you’.

After the girls exit the room, his eye is drawn to his now lukewarm tea on the table. He sighs, reaching across the table to grab his cup.

He stares at the liquid for a while, already hearing one of George’s endless rants about wasting tea bags rattling through his head. Even when he’s asleep, Karim manages to torment him.

Shrugging, he dumps the cup out into the sink and busies himself making another to pass the time.

The kettle is starting to whistle on the stove as he opens the cupboard to grab himself a tea bag. He’s about to close it but hesitates for a moment before reaching in to grab a second. If his tea had gone cold, hers had as well.

Sure enough, her cup sat abandoned beside the sink, only down the small amount that had spilled on the staircase.

She walks back into the kitchen in a fresh pair of pajama shorts and an oversized t- shirt that looks strangely familiar just as he sets their mugs on the table, shooting him a grateful smile as she collapses into her chair.

She clasps the tea in both hands like a treasure, taking a sip and letting out a sinful sound of enjoyment that almost makes him choke, effectively distracting him from inspecting the shirt. He barely manages to pass it off as a poorly timed inhale, but she’s considerate enough to accept it with minimal teasing.

They’re both half finished before either dares to address the elephant in the room.

“So…” She starts, giving him a rueful smile.

“I’ll take the loveseat in the sitting room, you can sleep in my bed.” He states matter-of-factly, intending to leave no room for argument.

Her cocked eyebrow tells him very quickly his intention failed.

“No, I really don’t think so. I can sleep on the loveseat, your neck will be kinked for days if you do that again.” Her eyes are filled with a warning he readily ignores.

“I couldn’t very well call myself a gentleman if I let you do that, and you know it.”

“Anthony-“

“I’m not arguing this with you.”

“Fine then, we can share the bed.” She retorts, a prideful twinkle in her eye as she stares a challenge at him.

“Seems like a valid compromise.” He surprises them both with his answer, the words hanging in the air. For a moment he wishes he could unsay them, but then her face shifts.

Her eyes widen, cheeks flushing the prettiest shade of pink as she gapes at him. He beams at her, finally feeling as though he has the upper hand.

She pushes herself away from the table, standing up abruptly and padding out of the room as he leans back in his chair victoriously.

But instead of rushing to hide away in his bedroom as he expects, she catches him off guard by stopping with her hand resting on the doorframe and glancing back over her shoulder.

“Well… are you coming?”

His mouth goes dry. Okay. He hadn’t seen that coming.

Lockwood considered himself a charming man. He prided himself on being capable of sweeping a woman off her feet with a few carefully placed words or gentle touches. There were very few people on this planet that made him feel like an absolute simpleton, but unfortunately, she was one of them. Just once, he’d like to be able to maintain his composure around her and not make a fool of himself the second she looked in his direction

Disarmed and feeling like a floundering imbecile, he sits there in silence for a second, begging his brain to come up with some kind of charismatic reply to help him save face.

An unrecognizable emotion flashes across her face and she drops her eyes, leaving him even more confused than before.

And then his mind catches up.

Vulnerability. Uncertainty. Insecurity.

Concern.

He’s on his feet before he can overthink it, gesturing for her to lead the way. Her relief is raw, undisguisable. He passes her at the top of the stairs, opening the door to his bedroom for her and giving a teasing little bow. She laughs and rolls her eyes at his theatrics, but he can tell she appreciates the effort to set her at ease. She saunters into his room, giving the space a curious scan and he realizes it’s the first time she’s actually been in here.

He leans against the door frame, watching her approach his bookshelf and run her fingers along the spines, searching for any titles she might find familiar. A tender smile finds its way to his face once more, and this time he doesn’t even bother trying to hide it.

When she’s satisfied with her search, she shoots him a look before sighing dramatically, lifting the back of her hand to her forehead and pretending to faint onto his bed. He laughs, shaking his head as he crosses the threshold.

He considers the door for a moment, trying to decide if he should leave it open or close it.

His eyes wander across the hall to George’s door, and he closes his own with sudden and complete confidence in his decision.

A giggle from his bed tells him she’d watched his thought process play out and agreed with his choice. He turns to make a clever remark, but the words die on his tongue as soon as he lays eyes on her.

She’s laying on her side across his pillows, propped up on her elbow with her chin resting on the palm of her hand, watching him through her lashes with… another unfamiliar emotion flickering behind her eyes.

Before he can dwell on it too much, an idea occurs to him. He crosses the room swiftly with a mischievous grin, jumping and twisting his body at the last minute to land on the mattress sideways. She shrieks as she’s bounced at least a few inches into the air, cackling as the momentum from the landing rolls her closer to him. Their shoulders rub together as they laugh, laying on their back and staring up at the ceiling before falling into a comfortable silence. She lifts herself up onto her elbows, looking down at him.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m absolutely exhausted. Do you know what time it is?” She queries, tilting her head in curiosity. He lifts himself up enough he can see the clock on his bedside table, hissing a breath between his teeth at the glowing numbers taunting him.

“You don't want to know.” He groans, dropping back to the bed. She pokes at his side with her elbow until he looks up at her, gesturing towards the pillows with her head. A sly smile breaks out on her face and her eyes twinkle at him.

“‘Come back to bed.’” She echoes her own words from earlier back at him playfully, poking fun at herself as she rolls onto her side and crawls up his bed. He laughs freely as he watches her, something he’s grown quite used to doing around her over the past few years. She lifts the covers, diving beneath them and wiggling around until she finds a comfortable spot laying on her side close to the wall.

Trying not to overthink himself into a tizzy, rolls onto his stomach and pushes himself onto his hands and knees, grunting with the effort. He follows her lead to climb under the covers, though he’s sure he’s not nearly as graceful or cute as she had been.

Once he’s settled comfortably beside her, he finds himself feeling oddly out of place. He’d never been so aware of where his hands were while laying in bed before, but now he has no idea what to do with them. He settles for resting them awkwardly on his chest.

He can feel her staring at him.

He keeps his gaze fixed firmly on the ceiling.

She sighs in exasperation, the bed dipping under her weight as she shifts to lean over him and turn off the lamp on his side table, somehow oblivious to him forgetting how to breathe as he becomes hyper aware of every place her body is touching his own. She retracts her reach, but doesn’t move all the way back to her spot, leaving him completely blind and incredibly confused by her continued proximity.

Her hand touches his forearm, fingers dancing across his skin until she reaches his wrist, grabbing it and gently pulling until he lifts the arm closest to her into the air.

There’s shuffling noises and movement beside him, leaving him even more perplexed, until she’s resting her head on his shoulder and he declares himself officially braindead. She scoots closer, tucking her body into his side and resting her open palm on his chest.

“Goodnight, Lockwood. Sweet dreams.” She whispers in a calm voice that would have had him completely fooled if he couldn’t feel her heart pounding against his ribs. Her words restart his brain, allowing him to drop his arm around her, his hand automatically coming to rest on her hip.

“Goodnight, darling, you too.” He whispers back, and though it’s too dark for him to see her face, he can still feel the heat radiating through his shirt.

He’s honestly thankful for how tired he is, otherwise he’d never be able to fall asleep with the adrenaline coursing through his veins alongside his blood.

His fingers trace absentminded swirls on her hip as his eyes begin to droop, sleep overtaking him before his conscious mind can register it happening.

For once, his dreams are actually sweet.

When he’s finally dragged unwillingly back to consciousness, the perpetrator is sunlight streaming in through his window and directly into his eyes.

He tries to lift his right arm to block it out, but there’s an unexpected weight holding it in place.

The events of the night before rush back to him, and suddenly the blinding sun isn’t anywhere near the top of his priority list. He lets his head roll towards her just to find her already awake and looking at him.

Her hair is a mess, and he can’t help but laugh as he reaches across his body to brush it away from her face, though he’s sure he looks much the same.

His fingers linger on her cheek of their own accord.

That look in her eye from last night is back, and if he didn’t know any better he’d swear her gaze flickers to his lips for a split second.

And then, with the kind of clarity only morning light can bring, it hits him.

A bonafide lightbulb moment.

He really is a bloody simpleton.

Truly, he could be an absolute moron sometimes, and he swore to himself in that moment the next time someone told him so he’d willingly agree with them.

Acting without thinking had gone surprisingly well for him in the past twenty-four hours, so what’s one more gamble, in the grand scheme of things?

His hand slides down from her cheek, his fingers lightly caressing the back of her neck as he guides her face towards him. Her eyes flutter closed and he swears his heart is about to break free from his chest.

His lips ghost over hers, giving her plenty of room to pull away if she’s in any way uncomfortable.

As always, she surprises him, rolling her body towards him and gripping the front of his sweatshirt with both hands, using it to pull him closer to her.

There’s a need poured into the next kiss, a desperation and hunger born of pining they’d both been so certain was one sided.

He meets her intensity with his own, slipping an arm underneath her waist and placing a hand on her back to pull her tightly against him.

She lets a muffled moan slip, and a thrill runs up his spine at the thought of spending as much time as he wants learning each and every noise of pleasure she’s capable of making, and how to coax them out of her like music.

Her hands release his shirt, roaming over every inch of his body they can touch instead.

Her exploration must have caused his shirt to start to bunch around his waist because as the hand on the nape of her neck finds its way into her hair, one of her roaming hands grazes a sliver of bare skin on his hip and he gasps, automatically tightening his grip and giving her hair a gentle tug in the process. She whimpers against his lips, breaking the kiss as her head falls back in an instinctive response.

Oh. He was going to have to remember that for later.

Not that it would be a problem, that noise was going to play a part in all of his fantasies for the foreseeable future.

Never one to pass up an opportunity, he takes advantage of the opening to pull her closer and kiss her neck.

His name falls from her lips like a prayer and as he grins in delight his teeth graze her skin.

She moans in earnest at that, back arching involuntarily as she presses her body against his so close he can feel her heart beating through their clothes.

Keen to test a theory, he presses kisses up her throat until he’s high enough to catch her earlobe, letting it slide lightly between his teeth.

“Fuck.” She hisses, digging her nails into his hip. He can’t stop the growl that rumbles from his chest at that, and she hooks a leg over him in reply.

He feels like he’s drowning in her, everything in him is screaming to surrender and worship her like the goddess she is but he knows it would be too much too fast for both of them.

So, exhibiting strength he didn’t know he had, he pulls back. Gulping oxygen like he’s been holding his breath for hours and sliding his hand back down to her neck before pulling her in close enough to press a firm and reassuring kiss to her forehead until he can compose himself enough to swear he isn’t in any way rejecting her.

Somehow, as always, she understands exactly what he’s doing and balls her fists in his shirt, taking stabilizing breaths of her own.

Once he’s confident they’re both back in full control, he slides his fingers under her chin, lifting her face and pressing his lips to hers in a leisurely and indulgent kiss that promises it won’t be the last.

She hums contentedly when he pulls away again, chasing after him to give him a gentle peck.

“I really am a dunce, aren’t I?” He asks when he’s regained his composure, replaying so many events from the last several years over in his mind in a whole new light.

“Do you want an honest answer?”

“Always.”

“Yeah, you’re right thick sometimes.”

“I really am, because now that I’m thinking about it, you are terrible at hiding how you feel.” He grins as she smacks his arm, tossing her head back and laughing.

“Like you’re one to talk! Anthony Lockwood, you are an open book and I’ve been a fool not to notice it before.” She teases, tilting her head to rest their foreheads together. He shrugs, planting a peck on her nose before dragging himself reluctantly out from under the covers.

“Up you get, if we stay in bed too much longer they’re going to start asking questions.” He offers her his hand as he whispers the last part conspiratorially.

She rolls her eyes at him but takes the offered appendage anyway, letting him pull her to her feet before trudging across his room to the door. She places her palm on the handle, but hesitates before turning it.

Seeming to steel herself for something, she turns instead to face him.

“And if they do? Y’know, ask questions?” There’s a crease between her brows that speaks of concern and it makes his heart ache, something in him begging to reach out and smooth it away.

“I suppose that depends. How attached are you to the attic?” He deadpans.

“What?” She’s taken aback, confusion painted across every feature.

“I mean, personally, I’m rather fond of this room. I did move out of the attic because I felt I’d outgrown it, but I am willing to compromise.” He smirks, waiting for her to catch on. “I’m far more fond of sharing a bed with you.” He adds quietly when she continues to stare at him in bewilderment.

Her eyes go wide when she pieces it all together.

“Sorry, wait, hold on… rewind for a second. Did you just skip straight to asking me to move in with you instead of actually verbally admitting that you want to date me?” She gawks at him incredulously.

“I believe I did, actually, yes. Thoughts?”

“I’m bad with heights and it is freezing up there in the winter.” She replies without a second’s hesitation. Soothing the twinge of protective guilt at the thought of her shivering alone in the cold with the knowledge he wouldn’t let it happen again, he grins and crosses the room to pull her into a passionate kiss.

He almost loses himself to the softness of her lips and the feeling of her body pinned between him and the door, but he manages to hold himself at least partially to the task at hand.

“Just to be perfectly transparent,” He manages to add between kisses, “I would very much like to date you.” She lifts her arms and lets them drape around his neck, pulling him close for one last kiss before separating.

“Good, because I would ‘very much’ like to date you too.” She laughs, giving him a playful shove back to make enough room to open the door to the hallway.

They exit his room holding hands and bumping shoulders as they venture towards the stairs.

George’s door flies open and they freeze, both looking at him like deer caught in headlights.

He blinks, takes off his glasses, rubs his eyes, puts his glasses back on, and stands there staring at them for a long moment in only boxers and an oversized shirt.

“Fucking FINALLY.” He hollers with the intensity of a man infuriated by years of their unending mutual idiocy, storming off to the bathroom and slamming the door behind him.

They slowly turn to look at each other, breaking out in laughter for what must be the hundredth time in the past two days.

Before they resume their journey downstairs though, George’s oversized shirt had reminded Lockwood of something.

“Hey, I almost forgot to ask. Is that my shirt?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at her. The colour spreads from her neck to her face almost instantaneously as she begrudgingly nods, looking pointedly at the ground. He wraps an arm around her shoulders, his signature smile plastered on his face.

“Good. I like it.” He confesses, squeezing her arm reassuringly. She leans into him, wrapping her arm around his waist as they descend the stairs and head for the kitchen.

What they find upon entering the room is wildly unexpected.

Lucy and Norrie are sitting side by side with their arms crossed, both wearing the same smug smirk, five mugs of steaming hot tea placed around the table in front of them.

The girl tucked into his side gasps, connecting the dots rapidly and letting loose a quiet shriek of betrayal and indignation.

“You sneaky bitches!” There’s awe in her voice when she finally speaks, though she’s clearly not certain if she should be grateful or angry at the manipulation.

Even though he should probably be upset, feeling the warmth of her body against his and already making plans to move her belongings into his - their room, he just can’t bring himself to be anything other than thankful for their intervention.

Looking at the calendar on the wall, the final piece of the puzzle clicks into place.

Sneaky bitches indeed, he finds himself thinking as the women in question pick up their teacups to cheers each other.

Reaching down to press a kiss to the top of her head, he leans in close enough to whisper;

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

⤛⊹ 𝔣𝔦𝔫 ⊹⤜

𝔉𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔞𝔤𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱, 𝔱𝔞𝔭 [𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢]

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Alright I’m still alive a day later so LOOK! First pass of Taaco from TV! Everything but the hat and the cape came from the closet and the shorts say IDGAF on the butt but the cape covers them 😔

My first magic trick of the day was taking off the bra I wore to drive down without taking off the corset or shirt

My second trick was applying kinesiology tape to bind the tiddies down again, without taking off the corset or shirt

Success rates??? Not great, I’ll grant you, but I got a couple inches off and they stayed in place with no bouncing even when I ran for the 5 hours of con! So still better than the bra

(You are not supposed to tape the tiddies for more than 4 hours the first couple times you do it apparently and this was attempt 2 so even that was pushing it, especially in 30 degree heat. I go hard or go home)

These boots also have the highest incline from toe-to-heel that I’ve worn to a con, since all my taller shoes are platforms and reasonably flat which makes them super easy to run in

Only had one minor spill while chasing down a t-rex but those photos are all on the camera so they’ll live on Insta when the time comes

The ding dang bracer that closed fine at home on two magnets decided if I was gonna move my hands it now needs 3 to keep it in place, so I’m fixing that today

The criminal in question:

Aaaand the purple and blue pouch I sewed at the con while waiting for passes, so I think I really had a very Adventure Zone day all around

The hat? The hat crushed it, 0 problems except one attempt to take flight on our way back to the car, which I caught by the curtain wire sooooo I gotta tighten the attachments on that before I put the curtain on cuz it pulled a lil bit

Worked like a charm though, held it above my head for the dealer’s room, weighed nothing (comparatively, hence taking flight), and for the first time in 4 years I spent most of a day outside without getting sun sick

For the first time I did need to bobby pin this wig, which I shoulda seen coming given the hat. It did also keep trying to eat my ears, the pin, my earrings, and anything else that came near my head though so she may also be getting rowdy

The cape jingled merrily all day so even if I was a lil slowed down no one had to worry about losing me! 😁 all in all………. Them boots ain’t coming to Yeticon I would PERISH on the hills, but I have a couple possible substitutes

I’m hoping to have the curtain on by then though! Soooo depending on some imminent updates, we’ll see if the hat comes to con again 👀

We also watched a truck hit a soccer mom ass van and crack the damn windshield in half literally right in front of us rather than wait for the van to move over another foot so it could get through, because some genius decided that if he had to get to the back of the con at 5pm on Sunday through THE MAIN PARKING LOT he didn’t have to show up early or anything

To arrive on time. At the end of the con. On the last day.

You could barely swipe a credit card between their bumpers with how close he was tailgating the van, and then when staff came to direct an opening to slide the truck down the middle he couldn’t wait 5 more minutes for the car to actually get out of the way, sooooooo hope he liked the extra 2 hours and insurance calls

Lucky for us, we could get out of the parking lot the other way and I warned everyone in line behind him that they’d had a crash blocking that lane so they’d have a chance to turn around

I’m never parking back there again I’ll eat the $15-$20 to park at the hotel across the street for Sunday and anyone wanting a ride home with me can chip in

We actually did alright though, only took us one hour to clear the parking lot, despite lots of assholes and some poor indecisive souls who all seemed to think indicating was a polite request, not a declaration of intent

#anime north #anime north 2023 #the adventure zone #taako from tv #taz taako #taz balance #taako taaco #taako cosplay #thinking about making him a t4t shirt #for multiple reasons 😏#tex mex twins both trans in opposite directions feeds my soul #but if i do it tft it can also be for ‘taako from tv’ and then IT WAS A SECRET MESSAGE ALL ALONG #big stupid wizard hat

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jseobsky · 1 year

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Mr. smiles.

Pairing !: dancer!Sumin x dancer, barista, gn!Yn

Synopsis !: You had the biggest crush on a regular at the café you work at. Until one day, he stopped coming.

Genre !: Fluff, romance

Warnings !: swearing, haven’t proofread anything-

Requested by !: @xddjoong

Wc !: 1.8k

a/n !: hope you enjoy it <333

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Life was as good as it was. I mean life is good. Life is good when I get to dance, life is good when I talk with my friends, and life is good when I can drink my favourite drink while I wait for customers to arrive. However, life is definitely good when I get to see him. Every day, like a clock, at 5:23 pm, a certain person comes to our coffee shop. He smells like vanilla, which makes sense given the amount of vanilla he adds to his coffee… Which, for a black coffee, should be about 0 instead of the usual extra 2 teaspoons. His smile lights up the entire room, and his eyes sparkle when he comes with his friends sometimes. His voice sounds so angelic that even angels themselve-

“Yn!” I look away from a big window. “What, Yunho?” I’ve been working with Yunho ever since I got the job about two years ago. “You were spaced out. And if one more person gets inside the shop because you were staring at them for too long, I’m going to fire you” Oh true, he is the manager. “Sorry, what time is it?” “A quarter past five” “Shouldn’t you go away? Your shift ended 15 minutes ago, and I know how badly you want to get back home to watch your show with your boyf-” Yunho glares at me. “Your so-called bestie” He looks away, cleaning the countertop. “I’m sorry, I’m just saying that after three years of flirting here and there you would expect some action happening, or something yk?” He rolls his eyes at my words. “I’m covering Lia’s shift, she has an important thing to attend to” I follow Yunho around, cleaning the things he already cleaned. “She’s probably fuc” Ding ding. “Go back to work” I nod at him.

Walking back to the register I see the person I’ve been waiting for, I check my watch: 5:21 pm. He’s early today. I smile. Stfu you simp. I drag a hand in front of my face acting as if I was wiping my smile off. Once I see him standing in front of the register looking at the menu as if he didn’t always order the same thing over and over again, I can’t help but smile again. “Hi, how may I help you today?” My voice sounds dreamy like, totally not stressing out over the fact that the Choi Sumin was standing in front of me again.

Sumin and I go to the same dance academy, and although we don’t see each other much I always am on the lookout for him. We never really talked until one day he came to the coffee shop. I was tired, and when I saw a group of 10 people coming in I wondered if the universe had something against me. However, one of them specifically was really sweet, he gathered all the orders, made sure they weren’t making too much noise, and at the end, he stayed behind, piled everything the best way he could, and cleaned some of the spillings with napkins. It was customer love at first glance.

“My usual please” He smiled brightly at me. “To go or to drink here?” “To drink here please” Fuck yeah. Shit, professionalism. “It will be out soon” I ended the conversation with a smile, getting ready to make his coffee as he went to sit down on his usual table, his gaze never leaving my body. “Yn, the delivery is here, can you take care of it? I’ll do the orders” Yunho asked me. “Yeah sure!!” I smiled, knowing that even after being out for a while, Sumin will still be here. I went to take care of the new delivery. However, when I came back to the register after I was done, the shop now had three customers, but none of them was Sumin.

I never saw Sumin again at the café, I mean for the week that he hadn’t been coming. It was hard, it was even harder the fact that he would ignore me like the plague when we crossed paths at the academy.

“Okay, that’s it for today’s class, good job.” My dance teacher says to my group. I am tired, dancing non-stop for the past three hours was fun, but it left my body feeling a burning sensation, mostly when all my energy was going into making every move feel like a thousand moves energy-wise because of how I was feeling. “Yn, stay for a bit please” I stop walking and turn around to face my teacher once again. I nod at them and get closer. “There’s a new upcoming competition soon and I was asked to pick the contestants. I know you’re doing a lot of stuff right now, but I do think you would be the perfect fit for it” I smiled while still breathing hard. “Does this mean more hours of dancing in a day or am I switching some classes?” “Both actually, Monday’s class is going to be switched from freestyle to this competition. And we’re looking to see if both you and your partner are available to work on the dance Thursdays after class” I nod. Maybe if I ask to get to work at 5 instead of at 4. “I think I could make it, but I can’t stay longer than 5 pm” “What a coincidence!” I look at my teacher confused. “Your partner said the same thing. Then it’s arranged, practice starts tomorrow at three after class. See you then” “Wait, who’s my partner?” “Oh true, you might not know him, you never had a class together. But his name is Choi Sumin” Oh god…

Thursday couldn’t come faster. All I wanted was for time to stop and for 3 pm to never come. How would I face him? I stare at the closed door of the dance studio I was going in. Fuck, not only I’m tired from my other classes, but now I have to face my worst nightmares, why universe? Why? “Um, excuse me, are you going in?” I turn around to find Sumin, way closer than he should be. I get nervous, my stomach now doing backflips. “Yeah sorry” I turn around again and open the door as fast as I can. Sumin enters the room after me, he is wearing a black hoodie with matching black pants, and a half-open bag hanging on one of his shoulders. His hair is wet, probably from him dancing for the past hours just as I was. He walks with uncertainty, his pace being slow while his head looked around the room, never looking at me. Should I talk to him? “Um, my name is Yn, nice to meet you” Yeah with that quiet voice you ain’t going anywhere. I do the motion of tucking my hair behind my ears, and I smile as awkwardly as I can. “Yeah, the teacher told me so...” Sumin said while taking out a water bottle from his bag. I tried to hold my laugh. It had a peach sticker stuck on the bottle that said “Shake your butt” He looked at me and I straightened my posture. “You’re the café barista right?” “Yeah.” He nodded his head slowly. “right…”

Our first dance class went better than expected. The teacher was right, I was a good fit for the song. Although the dancing style needed more closeness with a partner than what I was used to, the song was just perfect. Perfectly a pain in the ass. Why did I have to be so close to Sumin? Why did sparkle go through my body when we first touched each other? Yet I gotta say, that for me expecting to fall on the floor Sumin cursing me out and telling me that he never wants to talk to me ever again, it went well. “And five, six, seven, eight. And. Snap cross, wave in, turn around, and fall, boom boom.” Our teacher counted as we moved, lost in thought at the end. “I’m going to look for some heels, I’ll be right back, take a short break” We nodded and went to sit down on a different end of the mirror. “You know” Sumin started talking. “You dance really good” what. “Thank you” I smile a bit. “You too” “I actually have been seeing you dance for a while now, I really love your expression style” Say what. “Thank you” He sighed. “I just want to say this so it doesn’t get in the way of our dance.” He took a deep breath before continuing. I looked at him confused, my head tilting to the side. “I actually started coming into the café you work at in hopes of seeing you more, maybe starting a conversation, maybe getting your number. But I was always too nervous to approach you. I figured out I should finally leave you my number. So I gave it to your coworke- actually let me rephrase that, I gave my number to your boyfriend. I’m sorry, I know he probably told you about it and I know you probably feel uncomfortable. So I just want to say that I’m sorry again” SAY WHAT?! “Um. Well. I. I don’t know what. I” Sumin nodded. “Don’t worry, I can ask to get switched out, I understand. “Wait no!” He looked at me briefly before going back to look at the floor. “I’m flattered, how could you make me uncomfortable?! I loved seeing you every day at the café. And like I also love how you dance and I love to be here. And I would love to get your number” I blushed. “What about your boyfriend?” “What boyfriend?” I frowned. He looked up at me and also frowned. “The one that world with you? The tall one? I think on his name tag it said something like Juno, Junho, Yunjo” “That fucking bitch.” “What?” His eyes widened as I look mad. I scoffed. “That’s my coworker. I don’t have a boyfriend, he even is dating his friend. Why would he even do that.” I looked up trying to find an answer. “Then go out with me” My head snaps back at Sumin, he had the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on him, and that’s saying a lot. I also let myself smile.

Life is as good as life is. I mean life is good. Life is good when I dance, life is good when I win dance competitions, life is good when I hit Yunho because he thought Sumin was a perv asking for my number, and life is good when I get to talk with my friends. But life is especially good when I see him, mostly now that we’re officially dating, and now that he is back at coming to my shop every day.

#✿•ᴗ•✿ lili posts!#xikers ff #xikers #xikers x reader #xikers fanfic #xikers fic #xikers reactions #xikers imagines #xikers sumin #sumin #xikers sumin x reader #xikers x yn #sumin x reader #sumin x yn #sumin ff #sumin fanfic #sumin imagines #choi sumin

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daddysfangirls-marvel · 10 months

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Goth Boss (7)

Warning: Angst, mentioned self-harm, mention of scars

summary: Tony stark x daughter goth reader. The avengers find out that Tony has a secret teenage daughter and make tony ask her to visit. But when they meet her the avengers find out why she was kept secret. ( could Bucky and Steve he terrified of how y/n looks since they are from a different time and seeing a goth girl for the first time scares them) (tony has a strained relationship with y/n as she grew up without him and he kept her secret)

As the day grew closer and closer, Lilly not only found herself cooking in large amounts in fits of stress, it was okay May helped her pack up and donate all the extras for those in need, but was constantly going through her medical kits and reviewing first aid techniques preparing for the worst. Preparing for another year to begin like the last, and the year before that, and before that. She was preparing to do it all over again and to ensure her daughter survived just as she did last time. She even got cleaning supplies in preparation for cleaning up the possible blood.

As Lilly prepared, she watched her daughter dove deeper into her art and volunteering. A dozen new sketches and drawings a day and a new canvas every other day. She didn't dare look at what her daughter's artistic heart created she was scared of what she would find. Her art often showed her heart and true feelings.

She'd stay on her toes and prepare for the worst.

Peter saw it, too. How she was avoiding him and all their friends and throwing herself into her art and volunteering, not a minute to spare. Although he was unaware of the full history of the day, he was aware of her distaste for the day and how it agitated her to the point of no mention of it. She grew displeased with those who did mention it, and they gained her ire.

Ned was currently on the receiving end of it. Her glare was enough for him to run tail tucked between his legs and avoid her like the plague. He loved her and her friendship, but... no.

MJ was much more careful keeping quiet and her distance when needed. Leaving (Y/n) to herself as she wished believing she'd come back when she wanted or was better.

"You need to slow down," so she began walking slower." That's not what I meant, and You know it. Your schedule is packed to the brim there isn't a second to spare. You're running from one thing to the next. You're running straight into the ground," Peter said, taking her hand to fully stop her. " I'm worried about you. I don't want you to get sick or hurt. I'm not asking you to stop I'm asking you to slow down and take a moment breath"

"I'm..." (y/n) sighed " I can't, I'm sorry I can't "Taking her hand back she continued on without him and without looking back. Not knowing what else to do Peter just went on patrol hoping later on tonight she would be more willing to talk. -

"You're back earlier than I thought you'd be," Peter said as he swung into her room, closing the window behind him.

"The director shared your sympathies and sent me home early." (Y/n) said as she continued to sketch at her desk.

"Will you talk to me, please? I want to help you, but I don't know how, and you aren't letting me," Peter said as he kneeled beside her.

Before (Y/n) could even turn to look at him her bedroom door flew open revealing her mother holding a large medical bag. She looked at Peter, who was kneeling next to her daughter, unmasked, still in her spider suit. She looked further around the room and found nothing.

Peter began to stand and stutter.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" she asked, and he shook his head. With one that knowledge and one more look around the room, she nodded and left, closing the door- but stopped. " I know you're Spider-Man, I've known for a while she didn't tell me I found out that time you slept over, you left your suit on the floor out in the open. I won't tell anyone. If you're staying the night, let May and I know."

And not the door is closed.

And Peter collapsed onto her bed grabbing his chest " I...oh god "

"You shouldn't be surprised. She's a smart woman"

"Can we talk, please?"

"We are talking"

"(Y/n), what's going on? Is it your birthday?" she flinched hard, scratching her nearly finished sketch. " It is. I want to help you, but you need to tell me how"

She sighed, balling up her drawing and throwing it away. Running her hands down her face " I don't know. I really don't know"

"I... My birthdays have never been good." she says as she starts to cry " I'm afraid something bad will happen like last year and the year before. I'm trying to distract myself so nothing bad will happen"

"Something bad happened last year?"

"Yes," she whispered as she tugged at her sleeves. In their entire relationship, Peter had not seen (Y/n) without her sleeves at least that is what she believed While he was aware that there were times she was in deep sadness, he wasn't aware of how deep and scaring the sadness was.

"I saw"

"What"

Peter sighed. " The night you slept over after you rejected Tony. I saw your wrist. That's what happened last year, right?"

There was a moment of silence as (Y/n) slowly turned to look at him. Then she burst into tears, sobbing as she realized he knew she was broken. She was in pieces far beyond what he had thought and what she had told him, and... he still loved her. He still stayed.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she sobbed. Crossing the room, he stood her up and brought her to the bed to lie down. And laid with her, holding her for the rest of the night.

"I'll make sure they get up early enough to pick up his stuff on the way to school tomorrow" Realizing that Peter was going to spend the night Lilly had called his aunt to let her know and make sure she didn't worry.

"Thank you," May said

"I should be thanking you. You and Peter have been so good to us."

"I... I've just been worried about you guys that's all. Listen, I notice (Y/n) has been struggling and I don't mean to overstep or anything but do you think maybe she should talk to someone"

"Yes," Lilly sighs, " but we can't"

"Why?"

"You know who her father is. If she slips up and says her name, then those people go around talking Next thing you know, I got every news channel in America knocking on my door wanting to see Iron Man's daughter. I considered it before, but with who he is now... it is too big of a risk"

"You don't trust them"

"Sorry, but no, I don't, at least not with my baby. She's all I got"

"What if I helped you find someone? Someone trusts worth?" May could see not only (Y/n) spiraling but Lilly as well. They needed more help beyond what she could provide.

"If you can manage to find someone," she laughs bitterly.

"I do my best. For you and your daughter"

"May"

"Lilly?"

She sniffled " Thank you,"

When the day finally arrived, it went on as any other. It wasn't until the sunset that the atmosphere grew tense. Peter and May came over with Pizza for dinner. No one had the mindset to cook. They separated Peter and (Y/n) went to her room while May and Lilly stayed in the living room.

Peter and (Y/n) lay under her window quietly holding each other hands as they watched the city lights reflected on the window, New York didn't have stars.

"What's that?" May asked as Lilly joined her in the living room again, dropping a large black bag on the table. She sat down and sighed.

"Just in case"

She put her phone on the table, the numbers 9 and 1 already dialed, waiting for the last.

They continued to sit in silence.

In an Alley next to the apartment building, right under the living room window, was a parked SUV. His phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Yeah, Hey, where are you?" Pepper asked

"Out"

"Obviously, when are you coming home?"

He sighed, looking up at the window. " I don't know. I...I'll be back tomorrow I got to handle some stuff."

"Tomorrow?! Tony! What are you doing that has-"

"Listen, I got to go. Don't wait up" he hung up putting his phone on silent and tossing it in the passenger seat. He continued to watch the window.

Just in case.

The day introduced itself with bright light and blaring horns from the morning rush. The light was particularly rude, shining directly into Peter's eyes. Finding the blanket, he tossed it over his head. Opening his eyes, he found that he had tossed the blanket over (y/n)'s head as well.

(Y/n)

His fingers brushed her cheek thumb grazing her lips. He leans forward having their forehead touched and then their noses.

"(Y/n)" he whispered She began to mumble and move as she woke up but he held her in place pulling her closer to his body. " (Y/n)"

"hmm"

"You're 17"

"What?"

"You're 17"

She slowly opened her to see Peter lying in front of her she gave him a gentle kiss. Then her mind caught up with her and she realized what he said. She bolted upright.

"I'm 17"

Suddenly, her bedroom door was open, and her mother and May stepped in. There was a moment of silence.

"Happy late Birthday. Now get ready for school you have that English test today" Lilly said ignoring her blurry vision.

"Yes, ma'am." (y/n) said as she stood up. " Mommy?"

"Yes?"

"I love you"

"I love you too"

As Lilly closed the door May pulled her into her arms and allowed her to silently cry into her shoulder. Rubbing her back, telling her to let it all out, she needed this.

Tony watched as those going about their day walked by the open alley he was looking for one person though. He watched with baited breath as more and more people walked by but not the person he was looking for.

Until he did.

She was smiling and laughing, walking hand in hand with Peter. She was the happiest he had ever seen her he's never seen her happy before . Lilly also Came out with May also smiling. The group separated May and Lilly, crossing the street while Peter and (y/n) continued down the street, all the while still grinning and laughing.

He finally felt relief as he listened to her laughter go down the street.

Starting up the car, he pulled out of the alley and drove in the opposite direction of (y/n). Stopping at the next light he pulled up right next to Lilly and May. May didn't see him but Lilly did but she didn't say anything as they locked eyes she simply gave him a nod and kept walking.

(Y/n) was 17.

#fanfiction #avengers #avengers fanfiction #spiderman #spiderman fanfiction #peter park fanfiction #peter parker x reader #peter parker #tony stark daughter #tony stark's daughter #tony stark fanfiction #peter parker x stark!daughter #goth boss

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oneforthemunny · 1 year

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For janitor!eddie was there an introduction to Oliver other than “The Best Day With You Today?” Im catching up and I went through the lore but I couldn’t find anything else mentioning him?

I think it was on my old blog I had sorta a background about oliver and I can't find the original post so I'll summarize:

I want to preface this with a tw that it does contain child abus3 and neglect and some bullying (kids are assholes). I'm not going graphic and never will because it makes me very uncomfortable, but there will be some things alluded to it:

so oliver is in teacher!reader's class and he's wicked smart, but she notices he's kinda a loner. loves to read but it usually by himself and some of the kids make fun of him bc he wears the same clothes a lot.

one day he comes in and is soaked from head to toe and it's not raining. she asks him why his clothes and hair is wet, and he cries and tells her he tried to wash them in the sink before school so the other kids wouldn't make fun of him for his dirty clothes. she takes him to the resource room for a few extra pairs. this is kinda the first sign.

eddie notices that at lunch oliver "takes his friends trays up when they're done" which seems like a good gesture, but he's putting their leftovers in a bag for later. to take home so he has something to eat for dinner or on the weekends.

eddie asks you about it and you both realize this is a big issue. no surprise when you call oliver's mother, she's clearly fucked up (when you get in contact with her) and you start offering tutoring bc he's so advanced. which is true, but really, it's so you can make sure he eats and is taken care of.

oliver stays with the two of you a lot, and every night when eddie drops him back off, there's a part of him that wants to just take him and tell his parents to fuck off bc they're clearly not taking care of him (when his mom is even home).

this goes on for a while, you give him clothes, books, toys. eddie teaches him how to make easy meals at home (for when his mom is gone for days on end) and really he becomes apart of the two of you pretty early on.

until one day he's absent. you assume his mother forgot to bring him, and when you go to check on him, there's no one home. a day turns into two into four into a week, and you finally get word that oliver is in cps custody. his mother od'd driving again, hit a embankment and is in jail and oliver is zoned for another school.

they've got him in a home bc there's no space in hawkins. somehow, steve harrington pulled some strings, got the two of you in a background check and in classes within a week (how? you still don't fucking know but it's king steve lol) and you become foster parents for oliver.

really, from that moment, you and eddie knew you wanted to foster to adopt. you hadn't been married long, not really talked about kids especially this soon, but it was a no brainer to you two.

oliver's mother gave up her rights heartbreakingly easy, but that meant he was yours and in a few months later he was. around the time you'd realized you were pregnant, which seemed a little scary at first, but also perfect. then you had your little family: you, eddie, oliver, and olivia <3

#oneforthemunny #munnytalks #janitor!eddie munson

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bexreadstoomuch · 1 year

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Magic Man - Chapter 17

NSFW — slow burn, fluff, flirting, reader has weight/image issues light angst, 18+ overall for eventual smut, drug/alcohol mention/use/language, EddiemunsonxFemReaderHenderson

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Part 17/? [wc 3.7k] a/n - IM BACK -please please like, share and comment, your comments make me so happy and encourage me to write more! thank you <3

Extra special thanks to @whoahoney and @corrodedcoffincumslutfor your helping me with this chapter!

Here is the song for the chapter - I love this song and thought it would be great for our pair to perform.

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17 - Close Your Eyes Forever

You only had three things to do over the next few days.

Three.

Call you mom. You needed the truth, you needed to find out if it's true that she was keeping messages from you, and why.

Talk to Jack. What did she know? What was she keeping from you?

Perform your duet with Eddie. You didn't know which of these things scared you the most.

After spending the afternoon with Eddie after your confrontation with Kelly, you learned more about what happened after you left Hawkins. He tried so hard to graduate, took him 2 attempts but finally did it in 86. You were more shocked to find out it was actually Steve who helped him graduate in the end. Dustin would go on and on at Eddie that Steve was a good guy. Obviously Eddie didn't believe him, but after a few trips to Family Video with Dustin, and Steve driving Dustin to The Hideout to go watch Eddie play, Eddie gave in and in his own words “I guess I couldn't accept the fact that Steve Harrington was actually a good dude”

You told him all about college, how you met Lula and Jack and how nervous you were about auditioning for them. He would sit there and listen to everything you said, never interrupting you. He would be resting his hand on your knee, or brushing a small piece of your hair behind your ear that had fallen. Everything felt so right, but you couldn’t shake the thought swimming around your head. The same things over and over again, mainly ‘why me?’

The show that evening couldn't have gone better. Opening up more to Eddie definitely helped but you just couldn't shift that feeling of betrayal from your mom.

You decided you were going to call her that night after the show. Eddie wanted to be with you when you did, but you told him it would be ok, but you would say hi to Dustin for him.

Staying in New York for a few days had its benefits. No more basic motels, no staying in the buses. The label had secured you a hotel a short drive away from the venue, which meant private cars to and from the venue, trying to avoid the crowds of fans you had seen lining up outside the venue early that afternoon, vying for the best spot.

After saying your goodbyes to everyone for the night you made your way into your hotel room. It wasn’t a large room, a twin bed situated in the middle with crisp white linens, a little folded towel at the end of the bed, which you think was meant to look like a Swan but a rather sad looking swan, its head had fallen down.

Checking the time before you dialled, not wanting to risk it being too late, you picked up the phone on the bedside table, laying back on the bed dialling your old home number.

“Good Evening Henderson residence” Dustin’s voice filtered through the receiver.

“Hey butthead!”

“Sis! Hey! Thought you were forgetting about me! Not heard from you since you got back after Christmas! Where are you? Why haven’t you called sooner? oh oh did you talk to Eddie?” Dustin blurted out.

“Woah, woah big guy, one question at a time! Look I called as I need to speak to mom about something, but hey you may know this too”

“This about Eddie?” Dustin's voice was quiet

“Yeah, look, remember you said he would ask you about me? Do you know anything about phone calls? Messages?” You kept your voice as level as you could not wanting to get angry at your little brother.

“Y/n/n, I think you need to talk to mom about this, I don’t know much but, yeah I believe he may have tried a few times” Dustin’s voice grew quieter as though he had his hand covering the bottom half of the phone.

Letting out a sigh through your nose, you could feel the betrayal wash over you. All this time wasted hating someone who didn’t deserve to be hated.

“Y/n? Are you still there?” Dustin's voice seems a million miles away, you were too focused on trying to control your anger.

Snapping back suddenly, blinking hard you suddenly realised you couldn’t do this right now, least of all over the phone.

“Hey, yeah yeah I’m still here, look I’m sorry I’m gonna have to go, it’s late and we got a big show tomorrow, look about you coming to see us, I’ll see what I can do yeah?” You couldn’t get the words out fast enough, you needed to get off the phone.

“Y/n/n, you sure you're ok? I can go get mom?”

Before you could let him answer his own question you shouted back.

“No! No, it’s ok, I’m ok, no, look Dusty I gotta go, I’m sorry, I love you little brother”

“I love you too y/n/n, say hi to Eddie for me?” You could tell in his tone he was worried, you hated to make him feel that way, but you couldn’t think of anything other than ending the call quickly.

“I will, bye Dusty” at that you hung up the phone with a bit more force than necessary, making the whole bedside table rattle.

Rolling over on the mattress you bury your head I’m into the plush pillow screaming your frustration out.

You needed to speak to your mom, you knew you did but not over the phone. She needed to see how hurt you were, needed to see what pain she put you through denying you the truth.

Pacing up and down your room you find yourself grabbing onto your blanket you brought in from the van and storming down the corridor, knocking furiously into the high gloss white door in front of you.

A flurry of messy curls came into view from the crack of the open door.

Eddie's face suddenly changed from joy to concern as he saw your tear stained face before him.

“Sweetheart, hey c’mere” his arms are suddenly pulling you into his embrace, ringed hand cradled the back of your head, your cheek pressed into his bare chest. You suddenly feel safe and warm. Your arms automatically wrap around his back, palms flat against his back holding him tight.

Your both stood in the doorway to his hotel room, saying nothing, just holding each other. Nothing needed to be said at that moment. He knew what you needed, knew you needed to be held, to feel cared for.

He didn't want to disturb you, move you from your position pressed against him, but he could hear you mumbling something into his chest.

“I couldn't do it, I ...I tried but I couldn't” your words came out in muffled sobs, your arms gripping to him tighter and tighter not wanting to leave his safe warm clutches.

Moving you into the room Eddies leads you over towards the bed in the centre of the room, sitting you down on the edge. Dropping to his knees in front of you, he looks up at you, brings a hand to rest on your face, his thumb lazily stroking your cheek brushing away the slow fall of your tears. “Did you speak to your mom? Is that why you're upset?” His voice was quiet as though he didn't want to spook you.

Stuttering you replied “I couldn't do it, I, I tried, Dustin, He, he said, he said, mom might know something, but I would have to speak with her, but, but, I, I couldn't do it. I was too scared to over the phone”

More sobs retched from your chest, you felt so small, pathetic. Any self worth you had disappeared. You couldn't comprehend that someone who supposedly loved you would keep happiness away from you.

All you wanted was the truth but you couldn't do it. You couldn't ask.

“Its ok sweetheart, shush, it's going to be ok, I'm here, i'm right here. I promise you i'm not going anywhere ok?” Eddie had risen from in front of you coming to sit next to you and wrapping his arms around your shoulders pulling you impossibly tight to him.

“Do you want to stay here tonight? I don't want you to be alone.” Eddies question was uncertain. He didn't want to cross over a line with you, only wanted to protect you. Show you how much you meant to him without pushing you too far when you were this fragile.

He hated seeing you like this. Wanted to protect you from everything and anyone who wanted to hurt you.

You were his. You were always his to him. He just hoped he would be yours too.

Nodding, you allowed him to menover you up onto the bed more, pulling your blanket over you and crawling into the space behind you, pulling your back to his chest. Resting his chin on your shoulder he would whisper sweet quiet affirmations into the shell of your ear, stroking your hip with his hand that was resting there.

Your breathing has started to calm, and you could feel sleep take over you. Melting into the plush white pillow beneath you, you didn't hear his last words to you before you drifted off into a deep sleep.

“I’ll always protect you, my love. Your mine to protect. I adore you”

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You woke up to the sound of running water and soft singing drifting through the room. Feeling suddenly disoriented you had to take a moment to take in your surroundings.

A heavy weight surrounds you, which you discover is a huge white duvet with your blanket on top. The room looked the same as your hotel room, but set up in the opposite direction.

Looking around you see a guitar case resting against a chair in the corner of the room but a large window looking out onto the city.

It suddenly dawned on you, you were in Eddie's hotel room. Which would mean that it was Eddie in the shower. It was him singing, this thought made you smile and giggle to yourself throwing yourself back down into the plush bedding.

The bathroom door opens, with a flurry of steam, Eddies emerges, long wet hair dripping past his shoulders, white fluffy towel hanging low on his hips.

“Hey there sleepy head, how are you feeling today?” he asks as he sits on the edge of the bed next to you, leaning in to kiss your forehead, hair dripping into your face.

“EDDIE! STOP! You're dripping water on me!” You laugh trying to pull the duvet above your head to hide.

Climbing up more onto the bed Eddie starts pulling the covers down and brings you in for a big hug ignoring your shrieks of laughter.

“OK, Ok you win big boy!”

“Big boy?” Eddie pulls away from you a little to look at you laughing at your comment and smirk pulling across his lips.

“Yes Eds, and yeah I'm ok, thank you for looking after me last night. I felt so lost and perfetic I didn't want to be alone” shifting into a sitting position leaning against the headboard, you lift your knees up under your chin.

“I’ll always be here for you sweetheart” Eddie shifts his position to come sit next to you, adjusting the towel still wrapped around his waist.

Turning your head you look into Eddie's eyes, words were not needed right now, just a look spoke a thousand words.

Tonight was the night of the duet and to say you were nervous was an understatement. You'd spent the rest of the morning with Eddie in his hotel room, going over some notes you'd made about your performance and what needed work.

Rehearsals that afternoon were no better. You'd miss notes on the piano, your mic didn't work, you were starting to spiral and Eddie noticed.

“Sweetheart, look at me” Eddie came to sit next to you on the piano stool, reaching over and taking your hands into his. “Everything is going to be fine, I promise you” His thumb stocking across your knuckles to calm you.

The feeling in your gut isn't helping matters, but you looked up at him and nodded in agreement, giving him a small smile in return. The plan was for Paradox to perform as usual, introduce the boys and at the end of their set Eddie would talk to the crowd as the stage was reset for the duet. Watching Eddie interacting with the crowds always gave you joy. This is where he belonged, up on stage, entertaining hundreds if not thousands of people. You couldn't help but not be drawn to him.

This seemed to be the same for a small group of girls front and centre of the stage. Trying their best to grab his attention. Leaning so far forward across the barrier that and further they would topple over it. Tops incredibly low they left little to the imagination. And slim, proportions all in the right places, curves, where curves should be. You must have been staring hard as you jumped when you felt a small hand on your shoulder.

“You ok hun?” Lula followed your eye-line and let out an annoyed sigh at the sight of the girls, arms now reaching over trying to grab at any part of Eddie that they could.

“Don't worry about those girls y/n, He's only got eyes for you, that's obvious, hey I nearly had to beat down on a girl the other day for trying to touch Gare” This you could easily believe.

Jack had still been avoiding you since the blow up at rehearsals the other day, it wouldn't be a lie to say that you were too. Honestly you were lost at what to say to her. Yes you wanted to know the truth but never found the right time to do so, as everytime you would approach her she would run off in the opposite direction, or lock himself away in her hotel room. She was even avoiding Lula.

Looking across the stage from where you were standing in the wings, you saw Jack, guitar strap already around her shoulder, tuning up. You tried to catch her eye but got nothing. After the show you thought, after the show i will go and talk to her, just you and her. “So it looks like everything is ready behind me, so we have a little surprise for you all. You are the first to hear this!” Eddie's voice was booming over the speakers, it pulled you out of your daydream and your eyes met as he beconded you onto the stage, to stand next to him. “You all no doubt sawe the news in the papers last week that the girls of Paradox have gladly agreed to be a part of the family with us, so to celebrate this we decided to do a special performance for you together!” Eddie's arm was now tight around your waist keeping you close, which you noticed got the attention of the girls at the front of the audience. He could feel you tense up next to him and gave your sides a little squeeze.

You had decided to change from your previous outfit into something different for your duet. As you were mainly hiding behind a piano you thought you could try something a little different. Opting for your doc martens, a long black skirt, with a double buckle belt, and an old Sabbath tee you had, which Lula had “Altered” for you. By this she had cut a large v into the front, which in her words “accentuated the assets” and would “drive eddie crazy”

The latter seemed to be true, as he seemed to now not be able to take his eyes off your chest. Leaning in towards you away from his mic, he whispers “you look absolutely amazing sweetheart”

All of a sudden a loud giggle erupted from you and echoed around the venue.

The girls up front had faces of thunder but there were a few audible “awws”. “Right guys we hope you love this as much as we do! You ready Y/n, Eddie?” Gareth's voice cut through the noise of the audience, bringing you back.

Taking your seat behind the piano, you adjusted your mic. Taking a deep breath in you took a deep breath and gave the nod to the light tech, letting him know you were ready for the spotlights.

The performance couldn't have gone any better. Jack's acoustic intro, the lights, the audience's eruption to the recognition of the song gave you that confidence boost you needed most. Leaning into your mic you began to sing, you felt the world around you melt away and it felt like it was only you and Eddie on the stage. Singing to each other. No one else was there. No one could ruin this moment for you. All thoughts of your phone call home yesterday gone, the girls trying to get Eddie's attention gone, it was just you and him. Your confidence sawed the more into the song you got. Pushing your vocals to places you'd never gone to before. Eddie could see a change in you and couldn't stop beaming at you. He couldn't have done this with anyone else.

The lyrics spoke to you both, calling out to each other asking for answers, you ask if things will stay the same if you close your eyes forever. Will what you have with Eddie change now that you have expressed how you feel towards each other. The pain of love you were scared of. You didn't want to be hurt by him again. It also felt like a warning to him too, which you could see he fully understood.

“If I close my eyes forever

Will it all remain unchanged?

If I close my eyes forever

Will it all remain the same?” Eddie's voice ripped through you as he belted out his interpretation of Ozzy's lyrics. Your heart souring as you watched him perform, not once taking his eyes off you. You had only then noticed he didn't have his guitar with him. Frowning at him as it was getting close to his solo he gave you a wink and his toothy grin as he turned to the side of the stage arm out as a tech passed him his “sweetheart” a beautiful red and black coloured B.C Rich Warlock. Throwing the strap over his head he suddenly jumps on top of the grand piano you're playing, falling to his knees in front of you. Letting out a gasp of both astonishment and shock you couldn't keep your eyes off him. His knees parted so the body of his guitar was between his legs, his eyes squeezed shut playing his heart out. You watch as the muscles in his arms flex under his pale tattooed skin. Sweat beading under his bangs from being under the stage lights. His hips would lift slightly as he got more and more into the solo.

Having him this close to you, playing like this, basically thrusting in your face, had you flustered, nearly missing notes. Oh and he could tell he was having an effect on you.

This was his plan all along.

This wasn't a part of the rehearsal. No one knew he was going to do this. His plan worked too, he got the reaction he wanted from you.

“I know I've been so hard on you

I know I've told you lies

If I could have just one more wish

I'd wipe the cobwebs from my eyes”

You nearly missed your lyrics from staring at Eddie who was still atop the piano, playing a longer than usual reverb in your direction, locking his dark brown eyes with yours, the holes in his jeans staringin under the pressure of him being on his knees.

Nearing the end of the song he slides off the piano to the side, taking his guitar off carefully leaning it against the piano, to come and sit next to you on the stool to close off the song singing together.

Your head comes to lean on his shoulder, his arm coming to wrap around your waist, holding onto you tight, leaning into your mic to sing the last bars - “Close your eyes, Close your eyes. You gotta close your eyes for me”

The audience went crazy. Whoops, whistles, and hollering could be heard bouncing off the walls. You couldn't believe what just happened. You did it! But you didn't hear anything. Your full focus was on him. You couldn't take your eyes off him. His stupid grin looking back at you.

You launch towards him, throwing your arms tightly around his neck, laughing and crying at the same time.

“Hey babe, are you ok?” Eddie tried to pull you back to look at your face, his voice full of worry.

“Oh my god Eddie we did it! I'm honestly ok! This was the most insane thing! Thank you! Thank you so much” His use of the new pet name you didn't miss. It made the butterflies in your stomach stir violently, but gently, softy.

“Come with me” he grabs you by your hands, lifting you from the piano to the front of the stage where the rest of the band meet you.

Lula had jumped onto Gareth's back, holding onto him like a spider monkey, leaning forwards leaving big kisses on his cheeks for the world to see.

Flashes of light were suddenly blinding you from hundreds of press cameras, vying for the best photography. Eddie still had a tight grip of your hand, not wanting to lose you in the madness.

“Y/n, I couldn't have done this with anyone else. Thank you.” Eddies suddenly leans over and kisses you on the cheek, flash bulbs erupted again. But you didn't care. Not at that moment. You didn't know what would happen next but right now, you were on cloud 9.

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writing-with-olive · 20 days

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Dead Immortal: Part 3

Part 1, Part 2

Our MC attempts to greet members of the village, and see if there's any available shelter. I was hoping to post this earlier this morning, but, well, life was life-ing so it's here now.

As always, at the end there will be a poll to decide what happens next!

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When the villagers wave, you finally recognize where you are. The Kaeltiira region, far, far to the north of the kingdom you'd recently... terrorized. Okay, you'll admit it. Maybe your actions were a bit disruptive, but they really were necessary.

Anyway. You've been here before, once, but that was so many centuries ago that it might as well be new.

"Hello." You say in Common, once they've approached. Common. The language of conquest and the language of blood. But also the language most people would know, at least haltingly, out of necessity. You hope your battered appearance and lack of visible weapons help to communicate you're not a threat.

The trio glances amongst themselves, as if not entirely sure how to respond.

"Hello. You.... traveler?" One responds hesitantly. A woman, with tan skin and dark brown hair in a long braid. Bits of soil still cling to her skirt where she was tending to the garden. Her accent is very thick, and you rack your brain, trying to see if you can place it enough to speak in these people's native language, but you come up short.

You nod.

"Where you from?" She asks. You consider mentioning the name of your old kingdom, but hesitate. This early on, it would be best, you think, if no one knows who you are. It would give you a chance to recuperate and gather your strength before the Guard decides it's time to send another hunt for your head.

"I wander. I've traveled the woods for days, but I don't really have any home in particular." You say instead.

"No home." Not so much a question, and more a confirmation of understanding. You nod again.

"Is there anywhere I might be able to stay the night? I can be gone by morning." Ideally you might get to stay longer, you have no idea where the next village is or how long of a trek it would be, but you also don't want to push it.

The woman who'd asked you those few questions turns to her companions. They converse rapidly in a language that was almost familiar, but try as you might you can't understand. Another member, a slightly younger woman gestures back to the village as if trying to make a point. You're not sure if it's in your favor or not.

Finally, they turn back. "Come."

Leaving you no chance to respond, they turn towards the village proper. As you approach, you start to get a sense for the layout. Most of the huts are round, and form a ring around a central gathering space. A few trees grow on the edge of it, creating some shade, but the center is clear, and trampled enough it's mostly packed earth.

Finally you reach a smaller hut on the far side of the village. The woman who's been speaking with you gestures with her chin. "Traveler home. Stay tonight. Next day you talk to the leader."

"Thank you." you say, and duck inside. It's modest, but still nice. Light is coming in from the doorway, and on the far end, there's a window, with a wooden frame that seems like it could be placed to block out the extra light if needed. The ground is swept and a sleeping mat lies against one of the walls. A good place to spend the night.

edit: i have absolutely NO idea what that fourth poll option is, i just accidentally made an empty option and tumblr autofilled and i can't fix it. yay!

As always, if you want the story to go in a direction that's not reflected in the poll, feel free to drop your preferences in comments/reblogs/tags

#writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing community #original fiction #short fiction #series fiction #series #dead immortal #part 3 #community storytelling #polls #fantasy #writblr #my writing #my oc #second person #fantasy writing #olive's writing vibes

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faerii-shin · 1 year

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"When it's Time" Part 2

Tooru Oikawa x Fem! Y/N

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

summary : Time, it goes and runs out. However, his love for you never does and never ever will. Because his heart, is all yours.

warnings : none

genre : self doubt, lost of confidence, sfw and ofc fluff as well

word count: 439 words 2,532 characters

a/n : f/n - friend's name { Also ur siblings with Iwaizumi }

time skip { the next day after school } "Ugh! It's raining again!" "I should have listened to Haji about bringing my umbrella." You said, regretting your choice a lot. Both Iwaizumi and Oikawa were still at practice, so you didn't expect it to end early. "I'll just make a run for it!" "The bus station is near anyways." You then held your bag above your head, running through the wet streets. back at seijoh *huffs* "I am glad practice ended early today." Iwaizumi said. "Sure, I guess. We could use the extra rest." Oikawa added. "Wait where's Y/N?" Iwaizumi looked around and didn't see his sister. You weren't in school quarters anymore. "What do you mean where's Y/N?" Oikawa questioned him. "She isn't here anymore Shittykawa." Iwaizumi told him. "She didn't bring her umbrella." "But it wouldn't be possible for her to go back home so soon." "Unless..." "She walked home in the rain?" Oikawa questioned again. "Yea, she probably did." The rain stopped dripping heavily. It was only drizzling as of now. "Let's go!" "She should be home already." Iwaizumi said. time skip { reaching you and Iwaizumi's house } "Achoo!" Was the first thing they heard entering the house, other than seeing a girl with a distressed look on her face. "Y/N!" Iwaizumi said, quickly running up to you. "I told you to bring your umbrella!" Iwaizumi told you in a lecturing tone. "I am sorry, okay? I didn't think it would rain this hard." *sighs* "It's fine. I'll check your temperature and make you soup." You smile, as a way of thanking him. "Shittykawa don't just stand there! Do something!" He said yelling at him. Oikawa was startled, but he did as he was told. "Here, the thermometer." He said handing it to Iwaizumi. *checks your temperature* "Yikes! You have a fever." Iwaizumi broke the bad news to you. "As expected..." You said letting out another sneeze into your tissue. "Luckily, today is Friday and we don't have school tomorrow." Your brother told you, reassuringly. "I'll make your soup now. Oikawa will stay with you in the mean time." Saying that, he walked out of the living room and into the kitchen. "Y/N-chan!" Oikawa said, hugging you tightly. "I was worried about you and well, I still am!" "Sorry kawa. I should have brought my umbrella with me." "I was stupid." You say. "Yeah, you were. But I'll take care of you now!" "Hmm, okay. Could you maybe pass me that blanket over there?" "Oh this one?" "Mhm" You reply. "Here!" *Gives you the blanket* "Thank you, Tooru." You said, letting out a small yawn. His POV: Tooru? What? He looked down at you again. Yet, there you were. You have fallen asleep in his embrace. "Cute" He mentions, fixing the position of the blanket covering you both. "Sweet dreams, Y/N." He mumbled under his breath, while smiling at the same time. A few minutes passed and he has also drifted off to sleep along with you. *door opens* "Y/N, Oikawa. I am back with the..." Iwaizumi's words was then cut off with soft snoring. "I suppose, I should let them sleep in peace."

The End. Part 3 coming soon.

#oikawa tooru #oikawa x y/n #oikawa x reader #oikawa x you #oikawa tōru #oikawa toru x reader #haikyuu fic #fem! reader

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deceitfuldevil · 2 years

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Kinktober 10/8

Prompt: cockwarming

Pairing: Matt Murdock X reader

Warnings: smut (18+ MDNI), cockwarming, swearing, written on a train, not proofread.

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A chill rolled down your spine as you could hear Foggy knock on the door to Matt’s office, your jaw rumbling with ache.

“Hey man, Karen and I gonna get going for the night. Tell Y/n we hope she feels better!” Foggy said sweetly, having no idea you weren’t sick at all.

“Okay, will do. See you tomorrow.” Matt said plainly, not giving away what you were busy doing underneath his desk.

Let rewind, shall we?

You had been teasing Matt all day yesterday in the office, but instead of fucking your brains out he went to sleep when he got home. Not even bothering with the devil for the evening.

But in the morning, Matt woke you up extra early. Standing over you in an authoritative position.

“You’re going to call in sick today.” Matt said sternly, prompting you to sit up and believe for a moment that he’d spend the whole day rocking your world. Oh how wrong you were.

“You’re going to call in sick, and spend the day underneath my desk at the office warming my cock.” Matt finished, chilling you to the bone with his words.

“W-what?” You stuttered out.

“And if even one of your peral whites touches my cock? You’ll be doing the same thing tomorrow.” Matt said, disregarding your confusion.

After that you got ready for work as usual when things were far from it. A silent walk to the office, arriving before Foggy and Karen.

Now back the present, also known as the longest day ever. Your jaw numb, your mind filled with thoughts yelling at you to not fuck yo and be stuck with the same punishment tomorrow. You breathed a sigh of relief upon Karen and Foggy’s departure.

Although when Matt didn’t give you any kind of go ahead, you gave yourself one. Gently beginning to suck on his painfully hard cock that’s been in your mouth all night.

“I don’t remember telling you that you could start sucking darling.” Matt said with a scarily calm voice.

You whined as you finally removed Matt from your mouth for the first time in hours, rubbing your jaw as you peered up at him from your place underneath the desk. “Matty, I’ve been so so good. Need your cock inside me.” You cried, Matt let out a frustrated sigh but nevertheless rolled back in his chair and patted his lap for you.

You wasted no time standing up on your weak legs, and allowing yourself to sink down onto Matt’s glorious cock. A very satisfied moan falling from your lips as you attempted to lift your hips back up, until Matt brought his hands to your hips and snapped them back some firmly on his cock.

“I didn’t say you could move.” Matt said darkly, prompting you to swallow a lump in your throat. “You’re going to stay right here, not moving until I finish this case file. Warming my cock with that perfect pussy of yours okay?”

You could only nod weakly at Matt’s words, feeling him twitch inside of you knowing he wanted it too but also had an incredible about of self control.

So there you sat, warming Matt’s cock deep inside your cunt just waiting waiting waiting for him to finish that stupid case file as you fluttered around him.

You were definitely going to tease Matt more often, if this was the punishment. God it was so painful, but more pleasurable in the end. Because the next day you actually had to call in sick… because you couldn’t walk.

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A/N

Wrote this on a train on my way to a mother mother concert!! Very excited!! Also wrote the last bits of this story after an old man took a seat one apart form mine, which was very awkward. Anyways I can’t begin to tell y’all how full my heart feels at all the love and the constant 99+ notifications I have :) <3

Much Love,

—Skyler

#marvel #mcu #fan fic #fan fiction #cute #fluff #love #au #mcu x reader #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock #daredevil x reader #daredevil #matt murdock x female reader #daredevil x you #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock x you #daredevil x y/n #kinktober

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blkkizzat · 8 months

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Gonna do the ask game🙏🏼✨

4, 11, 22, 42, 50?? :D

Yay ty <3

4. Which cryptyd being do you believe in?

I answered this one already! But I will give a bonus and say I believe in a lot of supernatural things because I have had quite a few supernatural experiences.

Here is one:

Growing up my best friend house was definitely haunted and I spent alot of time in the summers at her place. Her house was build by her family in early 1900s and used to be 2 stories and a basement but there was a fire so they took out the top floor in like 1930s. The only proof there had been a 2nd floor was the stairs that literally went up to nowhere in the entry closet they used as a pantry. If you were ever alone in the home it felt like someone else was with you in the room or behind you. If you slept in her sisters room (her sister ended up moving out to live with other family cause she fell into a deep depression from staying in that room) no matter what it would never get above 50 degrees in that room and at night you could hear someone walking up and down the stairs from her room only... not the basement stairs, the pantry stairs that led up to nowhere since her room was right below it. The biggest thing was is I saw a doppleganger of my friend's stepdad. We were waiting for him to come home so he could drive us to the mall (we were 15) and I went down into the basement (basement was remodeled so everyone's rooms were down there) to find my phone in my friends room. I saw him walk out in front of me from the laundry room. I didnt see his face since I was looking at my phone but I saw him from behind. I didn't greet him because by that point I was like an extra kid so it wasn't weird for me not saying anything to him every time I saw him. He took a left towards his room and I took a right to go upstairs at the end of the hall. I told my friend her dad was home and she was insistent he wasn't cause he would have had to come in from upstairs (the basement door was blocked off so you could only get in through the kitchen). We got super scared and thought there was a robber, locked the basement door and was getting ready to run to a friends house close by when her dad actually came back home wearing the same thing I saw him in. He got a baseball bat and checked the basement but no one was there. This was middle of the day btw, not dark, and the wasn't see-through or anything either. Legit looked like her dad from behind.

Legit have about a half dozen more stories of ghost shit that has happened to me lmfao.

11. Favorite extracurricular activity

I've taken about 4-5 years of pole dance classes but I am out of practice since covid and have only been back to the studio a few times since then. I really want to do it again but time is an issue and the classes are a bit expensive. I have a pole of my own at home but its kinda broken so I have to order more screws to fix it. Definitely would encourage everyone, regardless of gender to try it!

22. What type of person are you?

I did this one too already bb sorry! </3 But I will try to give some more info... hmmm...

I'm really the type of person that has always worried and stressed alot about "not having a life plan" but in my recent years I have learned to just go with the flow more and try to be more forgiving to enjoy the journey since its really more important than the destination. I have had some goals I have reached but hadn't felt satisfied cause I focused too much on the end goal and not the experience getting there. So been trying to give myself more grace!

42. An app you use besides this godforsaken site?

I use IG and discord alot! I have two IGs though a personal one and a hobby one where I show off my doll collection since I collect Ball Jointed Dolls. Most dolls are my personal OCs but I have some JJK themed dolls (Gojo, Inumaki, are completed, Sukuna is almost done and I have Toji and Geto in the works), as well as JJBA and Bleach. I don't mind if anyone is curious and wants to see that IG since it is public but I do post my face sometimes on my stories so probably msg if you want that @.

there is my inumaki doll being attacked by tentacles on that page lmfao

50. Can I tag you in random stuff?

Yass!! Tag away!!!

#kizzatanswers #kizzatmemes #kizzataboutme

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caswellseyes · 1 year

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Oooo, if you're still doing them, 10 for the band? Pick your people!

ty for this one!! you said pick your people and i proceeded to not in fact pick people, so here’s 10 for everyone <3 though i guess technically it's between alex & julie lol. but hey, they're all here!

10. “Text me when you’re safe at home.”

Usually, Alex stays over at the Molinas after movie night.

They gather every Friday around dinner time, as many of their friends – most times, all of them – as are able to make it. They eat dinner with Julie’s family, who are always happy to host them, and then spread out on the Molinas’ couches. They take turns picking movies and buying snacks, but their roster ends up looking pretty similar each time: a popular movie most of them somehow haven’t seen, a terrible movie for them to talk through, and either an animated movie or a musical one. On the best days, those latter two are combined.

Tonight, Alex and Reggie have one of the couches to themselves. Willie sits with them most times, but they were unable to make it. Reggie is taking full advantage of the extra space by sprawling out on top of the entire couch, feet propped up in Alex’s lap. Flynn, Julie, and Luke share one of the larger couches. They have the worst view of the TV but the best access to the snacks, which they think is a pretty good deal.

Alex is only half paying attention to tonight’s first movie. It’s Indiana Jones, something he likes but isn’t crazy about, and unlike most others here, he’s actually seen the full movie several times. He’s content to zone out, eating some popcorn and watching his friends. Not in a creepy way, of course. In a loving way. He loves his friends.

He sinks back into the cushions a little deeper. The Molinas’ couches are much more comfortable than the one they have at the Mercers’. He could easily fall asleep on them. Half the time, he ends up doing just that. Today, however, he can’t.

For the first time in months, he’s unable to stay the night. He has a family reunion tomorrow, and his parents insist that he has to be home on time, so he’s heading out after the first movie ends. It’s a shame, really. Alex thinks he could easily wake up early tomorrow and make it over to his parents’ place in time, but they clearly disagree, and he doesn’t want to start an argument. He’ll just enjoy the time he has with his friends while he has it.

Unfortunately, that time is flying by. Logically, Alex knows that this movie is almost two hours long. It feels like only two minutes have passed by the time the credits roll. He gently moves Reggie’s feet from his laps, sighing.

“Time to go?” Luke asks. He sounds disappointed. Alex shares the sentiment.

“Yeah,” he says, stretching out his back. “You guys have fun, though. I’ll see myself out.”

Julie scoffs. She’s already untangling herself from the blanket she and Flynn had snuggled under.

“No you won’t,” she says, joining him near the door. “We’ll walk you out. We need a break anyway.”

And so they do, all of them getting up and shuffling towards the door. They watch as Alex tugs on his shoes and grabs his jacket. Alex’s heart aches with the love he feels for them. It would’ve been so easy for them to stay put, to just call out their goodbyes and start the next movie. He wouldn’t even have been offended or anything, he would’ve understood. But they didn’t do that. Instead, they wait.

“Have fun tomorrow,” Reggie says once Alex zips up his jacket. “I hope the cake is good.”

“But maybe don’t eat the hot dogs,” Luke suggests. He has a blanket wrapped around his shoulders like a cape.

Alex snorts. “I doubt my grandparents will be serving those, but I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Do you have everything?” Flynn asks. “Phone, keys, wallet?”

Alex pats his pockets and fanny pack, confirming that he does, indeed, have everything he needs.

“Have fun with the other movies,” he says.

Reggie is the first to throw himself at him to hug him goodbye. His friends line up after that, everyone wishing him fun for the next day, and good luck for dealing with his less-than-pleasant relatives.

“Text us when you’re home safe,” Julie mumbles into Alex’s shoulder. He holds her a little tighter.

“I will,” he promises. Then, with a final look at his friends, he opens the front door and steps outside.

Twenty minutes later, he toes off his shoes and immediately heads up the stairs and to his bedroom. It’s quite late already, so his parents have gone to bed already, and now that he’s out of the cold, Alex feels the exhaustion of the week seeping into his bones. He rushes through his nighttime routine and curls up under the blankets. Once he’s comfortable, he reaches for his phone.

Alex: home safe. love you all.

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #alex mercer #julie molina #michelle answers #prompts #legolas tag #prompts are so much fun ty again!!

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hey babes! could you do an imagine like the times ryder has been sick throughout the years? i remember in one it said since he was born so early he didn't have a proper immune system.

Thanks for the ask!

So as I have mentioned in Ryder’s birth story, he was born prematurely and didn’t have a proper immune system.

Let's get this ask started with some general headcanons: 

Ryder had a compromised immune system since birth. But that didn't mean that he was getting sick all the time.

Nico and Will are the kind of parents who take all the precautions they can to keep their kids safe. They were just extra careful during flu season.

From one point onwards, Ryder started building his immunisation with vaccines and all that, so he wasn't in a life threatening situation every time he was getting sick.

Also, he has Nico's IDGAF state of mind, and after a while he was just unfazed to having a fever or a malady.

First time

he was still in the hospital/ meneghitis

Apollo actually ‘blessed’ him and got cured.

Until that happened, Will and Nico were absolutely terrified because the whole situation was out of their hands and they didn't like the fact that their baby boy was suffering.

You can read the whole story here

3 months

It’s February. Bianca is in preschool and it's officially flu season.

Will and Nico are both terrified about both of their kids getting sick (especially Ryder).

Bianca had a strong immune system and had managed to not get sick since she was born (Solangelo considered that a parenting win).

They tried explaining to her that she can't hold her baby brother without washing her hands and being careful, but she couldn't fully comprehend it.

Still, they managed to make it through his first winter without any accidents except for a small fever.

One-year old

The following year Bianca had gotten the RSV from preschool and brought it home.

It was a fun week.

Nico got it from her and Ryder got it from him.

Will aka Mr Perfect immune system that tolerated all viruses ended up taking care of everyone in the house.

Nico was too sick to even throw him a tissue box.

Nico who was feeling better by day two, he took care of Bianca while Will handled Ryder.

He was terrified of how Ryder's lack of immunity would treat the virus. He was watching after him 24/7 to the point Nico was sure he would pass out from sleep deprevition.

"You're his bodyguard at this point." "I'm also his doctor. And your doctor as well. So, as your doctor I'm tellng you to check on our daughter."

Bianca had a high fever for 4 days and couldn't fall asleep at all. Nico managed to soothe her by reading to her 'grown-up' books. Did it exhaust the hell out of an already sick Nico? Yes. Was it worth it? Absolutely.

Chicken noodle soup was the saviour of the week.

4-years-old

Ryder got an ear infection.

They weren't sure from where he got it, but Will speculated that he was sick before flying back from Texas and the flight made it worse for him.

First, it was in his right ear even though he kept telling Will that it was his left, as baby Ry was afraid of needles and he didn't want his ear to hurt even more.

In the end it didn't matter as the infection got to his left ear as well.

He had clinged onto his dads, and he kept pressing his finger on his ear to make the pain go away.

He also got the best hugs from his older sister. She insisted on staying with him and reading him books all night.

It was the first time he remembers being sick.

5-years-old

Set the scene. Will, Nico, Annabeth, Percy, the Stolls, Clarisse, Rachel, Reyna, Frank, Hazel and Piper WITH their kids all in the lake house for the week of fourth of July. And suddenly, one by one they start getting the flu. IN JULY.

The only people that didn't get the flu were Nico, Annabeth, Malcolm, Bianca, Zoe and Jasmine.

And they were all too sick to even get out of there, so they were all sick together.

Will suprisingly caught it, and he was stunned about it. He hated being sick and unable to take care of the people he loved.

It also messed his OCD, but Nico knew how to make him feel better.

They were both a bit more concerned as Ryder was in high risk and Jasmine was 5 months old, but despite the discomfort he didn't seem that distressed.

He was rooming with Theo and Eliot and until this day if you ask him, them sick week together -despite how gross it sounds- it's one of the most memorable moments of his life.

I know you didn't ask but Zoe and Bianca were Jasmine's guards and had vowed not to let Bianca's baby sister to get sick.

8-years-old

The year of the trifecta. Meaning: 10-year-old Bianca, 8-year-old Ryder and 5-year-old Jasmine got tonstilitis.

First, Jasmine caught it and passed it to Bianca who later passed it to Ryder. It took almost 3 weeks for their house to be without any sick kids.

Ryder ended up going to the hospital as he was dehydrated from his fever and he couldn't talk from the exhaustion.

But everything worked out in the end.

10 to 15 years old

He got sick every year, but it was mostly just the flu which had gotten a routine to him at that point in his life.

He also learned that he had to be careful and take care of himself all year long.

He's really self sufficient and he likes to work on his own and not depend on others.

15-years-old

Ryder had gotten whooping cough from one of his teammates that spread it to the entire basketball team.

He felt like he was dying. During that point of his life he had broken bones, pulled muscles, gotten his appendicitis removed and is a veteran to the whole hospital departement.

Bianca was also not helpful as she had her AP exams and was a known germaphobic.

Ryder respected both of those facts and despite feeling like shit, he remained in his bedroom. He didn't mind that much as he knew that Bianca was as concerned or even more than their parents about his health.

She brought him chicken noodle soup from their favourite diner, and baked him a batch of brownies. She also talked to him through FaceTime almost the whole day.

The only thing that annoyed him was that he had a hard time after starting to play basketball again.

16-years-old

It was the night before scouts would come to watch their game.

Ryder had tried the whole “I’m fine” routine which translated to “I’m three movements away from passing out, throwing up or both.”

That didn't work with Nico and Will.

And there he was, bed-riden on one of his most important days of his life.

He had a whole conversation about it with Nico as it was eating him up.

He felt like he was in a horrible position by being so vulnerable to every virus that was around him.

Nico told his that it didn't make his weaker, but it was a difficulty he had to overcome in order to reach his full potential. He also promised him that the older he would get, the less annoying the random sicknesses would get.

18-years-old

Ryder is in college when he got pneumonia.

He obviously has too much pride to call home and tell his overprotective parents that he had gotten sick.

He also can't call Bianca who would get hysteric and drive a walk-in hospital to him.

It was also that week in the semester where everything is empty as everyone gets in the exam period mood.

And Theo was bored of Massachussets so he decided to keep his best friend company.

Which meant Theo was being passive agressive and making his life even more miserable :) The best thing that had happened to Theo was when Ryder got too unbothered to even flip him off.

But, in all seriousness, Ryder was grateful for Theo's spontenous trip to his college dorms.

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