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pink-valkyrie-writes · 1 year

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Mercy, Moira, Kiriko, Junker Queen and Sombra relationship hc’s

- reader is kept gender neutral

-warnings: fluff, some angst, nsfw

-I am very gay for these women so why not write about them:) This post is also gonna be a long one so hop in fellas

-Sombra’s is a little longer due for backstory reasons

-part 2!

Mercy

- ah yes, the earth angel herself who has had my heart since 2016 <3

-Angela is very loyal and loving to you but her role as a medic gets in the way most of the time. She feels bad every time she has to leave during the night (especially after making love to you, she doesn’t see it as just sex), during date nights, or even on her days off that you planned for her to de-stress

-but even with all that, you stay by her side and help get rid of that fear. You love how she is dedicated to her job and how amazing she is at it

- I could imagine from the crazy hours she works, she is sleep deprived. She gets maybe 3 hours of sleep at most. When she comes home to see you on the couch, she slips off her shoes and coat to come lay on top of you and sleep.

-She loves when you come and visit her at work!!! Whether you work for overwatch or not, spending her lunch break with you, with food that you bring for her, always puts a smile on her face

-Though you love her, you do find yourself sad or disappointed a lot because of her work. You know this isn’t her fault and she always makes it up to you, but you do get lonely. You would find yourself crying to sleep at night. Yes, you’re not hero, but a regular person who was lucky enough to get with this angel of a woman, but at what price?

-Every relationship has their arguments, yours doesn’t get too heated cause you both are rational, but you two do find yourself arguing in the beginning of her always work and how you feel lonely in a place you both share and call home. When she first saw you cry during an argument due to this problem, Angela felt her stomach sink. She never intended to make you cry or be upset. She’s able to calm you down, also expressing her fear of you leaving her

- You both come to an agreement to always let the other know how you feel and try to understand where they are coming from. Angela actually starts looking for assistants to train! She would like to have help around the office to get work done faster but also means she can spend time you with.

-She also wants you to become well acquainted with them as well in case you ever needed help from them and vice versa. A huge strain was lifted off of your relationship and she found herself more at home with you <3

-Pulling away from the topic of work, Angela loves to cook meals with you! Specially if they meals are from her home country.

-Whenever you made a traditional swiss dishes for your anniversary, she teared up and thanked you over and over again. It’s hard to get a meal from home whenever your work is crazy, she’s thankful you thought of her love for her country

-Spa day!!! She loves when you run her a warm bath with her favorite scented candles of pomegranate, red berries, and patchouli (totally not the candle I have in my room)

-Angela loves doing face masks with you to detox <3

-Idk why I see her as a handy person??? Oh you got a new desk?? Oh s/o let her build it for you. Got a new shelf? Don’t worry, Angela can do it

-Angela loves to show you off to her coworkers. You’re the light of her life, her loving s/o. She would go to the ends of the earth for you

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-Doesn’t matter what you identify as, she tops. End of story. There are a few occasions she bottoms.

-She always has to take care of people but whenever she takes care of you sexually, she feels the same fulfillment after a days of work

-Doesn’t mean she sees sex as a chore or job!!! she just loves being able to take care of her baby <3

- Event though she wears a strap, she loves to watch you suck the dildo that’s in the harness. She can’t feel anything but just seeing you looking up at her with your sweet eyes her mind goes blank and can only think of how beautiful you are. Loves to receive and give oral <3

-Will absolutely play doctor with you but she slips in medical terms you don’t understand lol

-Her breast is definitely sensitive- so when you are relaxing on the couch and you slip your hands up her shirt to massage her chest, she’s putty in your hands. Holding onto your wrists and she leans her head back and moans for you

-Loves when you ride her- when she looks up at you, you look absolutely ethereal riding her strap

-When the few times she does bottom, she finds herself slipping into her native language, switching from english to german, especially when she’s getting close. Even if you don’t understand german, you picked up on a few phrases yourself

-Like I said, my gal is sensitive, so vibrators are a good friend to have! She loves when you look her in her eyes when you control the vibrator, making her look into your eyes when she cums <3

Moira

-my favorite “un-ethical” genetic engineer (aka my lesbian lover)

-Moira is definitely hard person to come around due to her intimidating presence. But that didn’t stop you from pinning for her

-When she notices people, she takes subtle mental notes. When she first met you, she isn’t thought how cute you are, adorable even

-The first few times she interacted with you it was strictly about work, But over time you noticed how she would make little jokes to you like:

“did you also notice how that guy is wearing his tie wrong?’

“Hello y/n, did sombra contact you today about lunch plans? Are you going to her little...festivity?” (she prayed you would say yes)

“Y/n, would you like to come get coffee with me?”

-That was her first time asking you out and you loved it! She took you to her favorite cafe that happened to be anime themed and slowly she would tell you how her drink inspired from Naruto was the best and the plot line of the show

-When your relationship starts, Moira will put her work above you. Sorry not sorry, it’s the truth. Science is her entire life, she cares and adores you, but her first love is science

-It does pain you she chooses science over you. Date night? Oops sorry, I forgot, I was caught up with work. You cooked dinner? Sorry my love, I’m caught up at work right now so don’t stay up for me. Sometimes you find yourself crying to sleep and when you wake up with puffy eyes, Moira points them out but you brush it off.

-One night it came to a halt. You were getting ready to leave for the day and went to go grab your lover for home time. When you called her name she didn’t answer, You repeated yourself and she snapped for you to leave her alone and that she’s busy. You tell Moira that you’ll be cooking dinner tonight and she went on with her favorite sentence, “Sorry my love, I’m staying late tonight, you don’t have to wait up for me okay?”

-Something snapped, you started to yell how she gives all her attention to her work and never you. How at this point you were just someone she could have company with. Moira scoffed, “Why do you have to act so childish? I already told you from the beginning what your place is,”

-Childish? Your place...? Without saying another word, you slammed her door, storming to the car to get home. As soon as you arrive you burst into tears crying while getting undressed to go to bed. The sheets and blanket smelled like her, which made you cry harder. You decided to take an old shirt of hers and put it on a pillow, grab a round throw pillow, and made a makeshift model of Moira. You kissed the pillows cheek and whispered a goodnight.

-She come home that night upset, mad at you and herself, why couldn’t you understand her work? Why couldn’t she be a better girlfriend? She quietly reheated leftovers you made and eat in silence. God she hates this silence.

-When she came into your shared room her heart ached. Were you so deprived of her you had to make a makeshift version of her? Now she understands how lonely you truly feel. She changed and climbed into bed, removing the pillows from your grasp. You woke up a bit and she shush you to go back to sleep. She held you to her chest as she confessed how bad she felt from earlier, how she was wrong for underestimating your feelings and how she was in the wrong, not you. You began to cry softly at her words, and she shushed you, kissing your forehead and reassuring she loved you.

-That morning you woke up in her arms, but she was already awake watching you sleep. She kissed you good morning and told you she called the next few days off to be with you and make up for lost time. She apologized once again but this time you kissed her to let her know you forgive her.

-all right let’s move onto happy stuff!!

-When she is at her apartment with you, she loves to watch anime with you. If you’re an anime fan, good, she loves that! You two can talk about your favorite shows, compare theories, and even show each other new animes to talk about

-At times, she catches herself feeling embarrassed since anime is typically “for kids and young adults”, she’s an older woman and feels a bit insecure about it. Please comfort her!! Tell her it’s okay to have interests

-She has little figures of her favorite characters on a shelf in her room idc- definitely cosplayed once or twice and will cosplay with you!

-Since Moira is busy, take-out and delivery services are your best friends!

-Moira has never felt this much of a connection with someone before and she doesn’t want to lose it. She loves when you kiss the knuckles of her corrupted arm, showing love to the science she has done. That arms also tends to hurt from time to time so heat packs!! Loves the lay in bed with you with you hold the heat pad to her arm to help her relax

-Moira is a sucker for being a little spoon but won’t admit it, please hold her too!!

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-Another top! Moira needs to dominant everything she does, including you <3 but she does bottom is you beg nicely

-another proud strap user, isn’t one for receiving oral but loves to use her mouth on you. She also loves to look at you while doing so to make you shy

-loves missionary! she loves to see all your facial reaction whenever she goes fast, rough, slow, or soft

-a secret of hers is she wants you to dress up as her favorite character for her <3 and if you do she is caught off guard but enjoys herself either way and will thank you after (maybe ask you to do it again some time)

-Moira isn’t above of dragging you into her empty lab and fingering you (don’t worry her middle and index fingernails are press on and can be removed) The risk of getting caught excites her, but she always keeps a hand over your mouth just incase

-I see her as the type to have a flogger or whip, she loves to see how your body reacts to the slight pain and how you vocal you are when you have your ass and thighs slapped by her

-latex lady. I won’t elaborate

-I am part of the “calling hot woman ‘daddy’ committee. She feels powerful when that word slips out of your mouth. She does lean to the androgynous side, she does expect to hear ‘mommy’ at most, which you have called her, but she actually prefers daddy

-play with her breast and suck her nipples. Small boobs are the best and always melts when you play with her. She gets sensitive and lets out breathy moans which makes you go wild <3

-When she bottoms, praise her! She isn’t well liked among her colleuges or really anyone at Talon, so when you tell her she’s amazing and doing a great job, she will cover her face (uncover her beautiful face )

-totally down for you to finger her while she reads her books <3

Kiriko

- my little fox hehe <3

-Kiriko is definitely an outgoing person! She’s involved with her community, and you admired her for that!

-She met you at a festival and couldn’t help but stop and stare when she saw you. How beautiful and cheerful you were made her turn her head

-Though she is outgoing, doesn’t mean she’s confident when it comes to asking people out. She feels super shy and she definitely doesn’t want to mess up at all

-When you two are on a date and you see how almost everyone knows who she is and is all smiles when Kiriko passes by, you knew she was a good person to be around

-Kiriko knows sign language and will teach you if you ask! If you are deaf, it wouldn’t faze her. She just sees you as another person, not your disability.

-You love to see how she interacts with kids. If you ever want kids in the future of your relationship, she would be all for it. Kiriko also loves to see you interact with the little girl in her cinematic! Seeing you interact with the child makes her heartbeat faster (in a good way)

-Since you’re with Kiriko, be prepared for her mother and the Shimada brothers. Her mother wants nothing but the best for her, you need to prove that you are strong enough physically and mentally. You never know what can happen.

-Hanzo and Genji are the other ones you have to look at out. Genji is more laid back, a “cool older brother” figure who only wants you to prove you are always going to be there for Kiriko. Hanzo on the other hand is the protective older brother figure who agrees with her mother. He silently judges you with her mother, like he does most people, but with you it feels more frequent, and you can’t help but snap after built up tension

-This pressure from people outside of your relationship builds on you. You admitted to Kiriko about this, and she felt conflicted. Yes, she trusts you and knows you care about her, but she will always listen and respect her elders and defend them at first

-You felt bad for being upset, knowing this is her family worrying about her but there is only so much criticism you can handle, specially from people you want to make a good impression on. You tell this to her and she understands completely where you’re coming from. She doesn’t want to upset you more, but this is her mother we are talking about. You cry to her how you don’t feel good enough for her and constantly worried of doing the wrong thing, knowing her mother or brothers are waiting till you slip up to point it out.

-The two of you go back and forth on this multiple times till you come to an agreement. You train with her mother and Hanzo but they have to take it easy on you and let you prove that you are just right for her. Though she is an adult, she’ll always be her mother’s baby and Hanzo’s little sister

-Kiriko loves going on rides on her bike (as a voice line indicates) and will take you on a ride! Either if you have your own or if you hop on hers. She loves taking you to different places on her bike hehe <3

-It’s definitely your job to help her eat REAL meals, not just donuts and junk food. (which her mother praises you for)

-Will tell you all the stories of the fox spirit and her personally experiences <3 specially likes it when she can lay her head in your lap and go on and on about her stories

-she will be more than happy to teach any martial art moves to help you in combat! She is your number one supporter and will always be there to cheer you on

-she can’t wait for the night where her mother invites you over for dinner and talks to you, not giving you glancing or make subtle comments on your lack of fighting skills

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-A switch but I can def see her leaning towards being a bottom, but more of a bossy bottom

-She loves to receive oral but she always returns the favor, she always whines whenever you when use your tongue

-Definitely a hair pulling. Either it be when you give her head or if she if pulling your hair back when she is fucking you

-Since she is blessed by the fox spirit, I know she has sharp canines and I know she loves to bite and mark you for others to see. After your session, she always treats your bites and make sure you’re okay

-will be down to fuck after training, especially if the two of you were sparring and being physical with each other. She will be on top for these sessions, her adrenaline is already running and wants to be rough with you

-will keep going till she out of energy, she’s an all nighter while the others on this list can go for 2-3 rounds

-She loves to play soft music in the background while you two fuck, it enhances the atmosphere, and she loves to be fucked by you to her favorite songs

-favorite position would be cuddle fucking, she can’t place her finger on it but having you close to her while you slowly grind into her, filling her up, she feels so hot and bothered.

- She loves the way you whisper into her ear as you lift her leg up to fuck her deeper, you always manage to take her breath away. Kiriko really love this position for morning sex as well

Junker Queen

-waaaa my muscular wife

-Odessa loved being the queen of Junker Town-she’s a strong ruler, knows what’s best, and can handle her own...but it does get lonely at the top

-Doesn’t matter if you’re a junker or an outsider that happened to stumble across to Junker Town, you catch her eye immediately. You stand out to her, even if she is fighting again in the reckoning to keep her title as queen

-She would come stop you were ever you were and talk to you. Of course, you were intimidated by the 7-foot-tall woman in front of you, but you were able to keep your composure for the conversation

-Odessa was blunt with you and told you that you caught her attention, in a good way of course, and how she wanted to get to know you better. Though she is tough as steel, she still gets a bit nervous of fear of being rejected

-Once she has made things official with you, she introduces you to her people as the other queen of Junker Town. Of course people were surprised she dated but they show you the same amount of respect.

-They know if they were to ever hurt, disobey, or disrespect you in any, not Odessa, but Junker Queen will personally beat the shit out of them and toss them to the wastelands

-Though you appreciate her standing up for you, the violence to you is too much after some time. when you try to talk to her about this she yells how she does it for you, it’s all for you. She makes into a one-man screaming battle, but she’s a lover by heart and will come to you after a few hours and apologize. She gets on her knees and hugs you by your waist, head resting on your chest

-At this point she opens up to you about her time in the Wastelands and how they have forever changed her. She cares for you like she cared for family, fighting every day to live in the harsh outside world of Junker Town. She admits she is scared to death to lose you and fights for you like how she fought for her loved ones. Odessa also admits to having nightmares in your shared bed but never wakes you up because she needs to have strong image and doesn’t want to be seen as weak

-By the end of this confession she is crying into your chest. You rub the top of her back and you comfort her. You remind her that you may be with the Junker Queen, you’re also with Odessa Stone

-She now is rational with her decision making and you tell her to ask for your help when need be, you told her it’s okay to ask for help. Hell, everyone her people noticed an attitude change when you came around, you’re great for her!

-Odessa loves sharing everything she has with you, especially music! She loves to blast her rock music in her chambers with you, jumping on the bed you two share and going into laughing fits together

-Your girlfriend is a very handy and resourceful person, you have to be to live in Junker Town. She will make you special weaponry and armor <3 always craving her and your initials into the metal

-I feel Odessa can do your hair! From cutting it to dying it, your girlfriend will do anything to help you feel beautiful with your appearance, even though you’re already so beautiful to her <3

-You are also in LOVE with her accent, she already a pretty rough girl and her voice is *chef’s kiss*. Sometimes when she’s mad and goes full aussie you can’t really understand her unless you yourself are aussie

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-She’s a total dom, no bottoming for her. She loves when “you please your queen”

-the only thing she’ll really “bottom” for is receiving oral. She loves how tiny you look compared to her and think you look sweet when you eat her out. She loves to eat you out but LOVES when you sit on her face. None of that hovering shit, she wants the full thing. She’s a big girl and can handle it!

-Odessa loves when you sit in her lap and bounce on her strap, she has a size kink and plans to utilize it. Not even just sexually, she loves how small you are and because of your size, she will fuck you standing up. She loves the amount of power she holds outside and in the bedroom.

-She also plays music during sex! But she plays music from time to time when you guys have sex unlike Kiriko who plays music during sex pretty often. there’s something about fucking you hard to the beat of her favorite songs, since her favs are metal, be prepared to be banged to the drum rhythm

-she will bring in Gracie from time to time. She mostly uses her to cut your clothes off your body but if you are comfortable with it, she will carve in her name into your thigh. She always makes sure to clean up and clean your cuts effectively, so they don’t get infected

-Throne sex! Throne sex! Throne sex! She doesn’t even care if people see or not, she finds it so hot that you are so willing to please her in a chair that represents her power and dominance over you and her people

-Her favorite position is doggy style. The way you look back at Odessa and moan her name like a prayer always does it for her. Slapping your ass to watch it jiggle, making you look back at her, pulling you by your hair...all of the things she loves other than you as a person <3

Sombra

- my silly hacker who also has had my heart since 2016<3

-Oliva kept herself in the shadows, she needed to so she can protect her identity as Sombra. She always needed to know everything about everyone, no matter what.

-As another night passes, another person’s skeletons in their closet are found by Sombra. She looks through the picture of the businessman she planned on exploiting next, but something caught her eye. In the picture of what it seems to be a faculty group photo, she spotted you in the back row. She zoomed in and couldn’t help but admire how pretty you are, now her focus was on you. For the next few days she tries her best to find everything about you. Where you live, your childhood, the college you went to, hell even your internet browsing history. And she wasn’t doing this for her own benefit to expose you, she was obsessed with you

-For the next Talon mission, they were able to break into the companies building and she was able to have a chat about ‘business matters’ with your boss. As a deal, he transferred some employees, including you, for ‘business opportunities’ to work for Talon in fear of his dirty deeds going public

-You were comforted to know that you fellow employees were there with you to comfort you in with this change. You’ve heard of Talon and what they stand for and feel like you have to walk on eggshells there. Though you didn’t interact too much with the head council, Sombra seem to have an eye on you

-Yes, she would mess with your co workers but never seem to do that with you. With them there was some malicious factor behind it but when Sombra teased it you it was like you two have been friends for years. After a while, Sombra was finally close enough to you to ask you out, which you accepted. She was super happy to know that the efforts worked out in her favor, they always did

-She would come visit you when you would work and keep you entertained while you slaved away to the paperwork in front of you. Massaging your shoulders, whispering compliments into your ear, and kissing your cheeks were her favorite thing to distract you with while you worked.

-You were close with your old boss and kept in contact with him. After a long phone call, he had admitted that Sombra threated him to give him employees or else he would be exposed to the public. He mentioned how Sombra was very adamite about you coming with her more than the others, saying it was like she knew you, wanted you, and had done this to get you.

-You felt frozen, was this true? Was this whole shift in not just your career life but your social life due to the fact your girlfriend just wanted you this whole time? This whole thing was planned out?

-On a war path, you stormed to her room and started to yell at her of how she could be so selfish and how you were just like a pretty china doll she could keep for fun. Sombra was so use on never being called out on her manipulative behavior. She couldn’t really defend herself know that you knew the truth. it was worse when you began to cry, sobbing into your hands.

-”What was this for huh?! You just wanted a “pretty girl” to call yours because you thought I was good looking?! YOU have changed and put my life in danger for YOUR benefit!”

-Not Sombra, but Olivia sat you down and confessed. For the first time she admitted her wrongs and she didn’t know how to do it. She tried her hardest, but you kept crying harder and left. After a few days, Olivia came to your room and wanted to talk, you agreed. She confessed you she was wrong for only seeing you as a pretty girl, not thinking about what being apart of Talon means for your life. By the end, she was crying though tried not to. You sighed and gave her a hug where she cried harder. When her crying stopped, you pulled back and gave her a kiss on the lips, which she happily accepted.

-You made Olivia promise to only stay by her side if she could protect from anything that came your way. You really did like her and honestly didn’t want to leave her. Olivia accepted and from that day on she has been 1000% honest with everything with you

-Now with the sadness out of the way, let’s focus on happy stuff!

-Sombra loves to cook with you! As Mercy, she loves when you cook meals that are home to her country. You always apologize in advance if it doesn’t taste like the “real thing” but she doesn’t care, she loves your cooking and your meals bring back memories of Dorado

-In a voice line interaction with Moira, she talks about the carpel tunnel in her wrists. When you two are laying down together, you always rub her wrists and fingers to drain the fluid build-up in her hands. She loves these soft, caring moments with you

-I bet her posture is really bad (just like mine) so whenever she is sitting in a chair, you always put a pillow between her back and the chair. She already had messed up hands, you can’t let your girlfriend have a messed up back too!

-Olivia loves to play with your hair, you let her try different style but do you trust her giving you a haircut?...not so much. Sorry Olivia, but Amélie has told your s/o of the time she cut her hair as a “prank”...which didn’t end well

-speaking of Amélie- her, Gaberial, and Moira asks you constantly how you can put up with her shenanigans. You shrug, they wouldn’t understand how you understand Olivia’s charm

-Dating Olivia you also become good friends with Siebren! Olivia makes it her job to watch out for him so he isn’t tested on, so if she isn’t around, you can watch over him! To some it seems like babysitting, but you end up really close to him! Olivia is happy to know that <3

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-my girl is a switch, 50/50

-Olivia loves watching you give her head, she thinks you look perfect between her legs. She also loves to eat you out, maybe one of her favorite things about sex with you tbh, she just loves watching you enjoy yourself and feel good

-With your permission, she has recorded some sessions with you. Whenever she goes away for missions and you aren’t around, she fingers herself to videos of her fucking you. she has also gave you videos to keep for yourself whenever you feel lonely with he gone.

-Olivia loves risky sex. Unlike Moira, she doesn’t cover your mouth and does it in a spot anyone can walk in. If someone happens to walk in and try to tell other people? Their social security and credit card numbers are already leaked for other hackers in the world to use

-Like Angela, if she is bottoming, she will start speaking to you in spanish but with her she will continue to speak in spanish until she is finished <3

-Olivia works with her fingers all day, you know her fingering game is good

-She is a hair puller when she’s on top, not so much for her when she is on bottom cause of the wires in her hair, have to be careful. So instead, she prefers it when you put her face into the mattress

-Favorite position is lotus. It’s a very intimate position and she loves to hold you in her arms as you ride her strap or vice versa. She loves to take her time and show you how much you mean to her. Her life is filled with craziness, but this sharing a moment like this with you will always be her favorite.

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chyeyuj · 4 months

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an anon reqeusted this fic and im sirry if it wasnt exactly like the one you requested bcs i forgot baout it and this is my 2nd remake...if the pic below is like not being lined tgt or smtg, js ignore it. im not remaking this again.

cheater!ex!bada lee x wife!reader x wife!aiki

"yn."

you felt someone tap on your shoulder and look sroumd to see none other than your ex, Bada Lee. You never knew you'd meet her again. "I didn't know you were involved in this show." She said, chuckling but all you did was smile at her awkwardly. "Yeah, I didn't know you were involved too." You replied. "Well you know me, dancing is my passion!" The way she spoke was as if she didnt just cheat on you a long time ago. She continued to speak again, "How's your life going, yn?" She asked, a grin on her face as she waits for your answer patiently. "Its alright, what about you? How is you and Howl?" You shoot her back with a question and she immediately drops her smile when you mentioned Howl. "We're..not together." Bada replied, looking away.

Years ago, you and Bada were the "healthiest" couple in your whole life. Everything was smooth, until Bada met one guy during her dance sessions. Howl. You thought they both had a sister brother bonding and you knew that Bada doesnt have feelings for men. But everything changed on that day, the day you got back from dancing with your friends. When you got home, you saw a pair of shoes that weren't yours but not wanting to think negatively, you thought that Bada bought new shoes.

Inside, you didnt see your girlfriend anywhere, she wasnt watching tv like she used to so you went to your room to put your things you just bought with your friends earlier before searching for Bada.

But opening that door was something you regretted doing because when you did that, you saw Bada and Howl on both of you guys' bed, making out.

Hearing the loud gasp you let out, the both of them pulled away and look at you, their eyes widening in shock.

Before Bada could get up though, you immediately closed the door and walked out of the house in tears. You immediately went to Tatter's place since she was the friend you trusted the most and when you told her baout what happened, she immediately gasped. She did not expect this from someone like Bada. She insisted you to stay with her, tomorrow or afterwards she will get your stuff in the house you and Bada used to live in together.

It has been days, weeks, months ever since the incident with Bada. You were living your life to the fullest. Tatter had introduced you to one of her friends, Aiki. Both of you hung out, telling eachother's interests and more. Soon, Aiki confessed which you accepted. Aiki has treated you better than Bada ever had, always being with you no matter what and she was very loyal. And eventually, both of you were happily married until this day.

Back to the current situation, Bada finally looked at you, smiling a bit. "So..anything new happening lately?" She asked, changing the topic. "Yes, I am married." Your reply making Bada's face turn into shock, her jaw agape. "With who?" "Aiki." Again, she was shocked to hear about the news. Never has she thought that you would end up being married to someone. Aiki showed up at the right time after fixing her clothes and everything, immediately walking beside you and putting her hand on your hip. "Oh Bada, right? Leader of Bebe? I like your team's spirit." She said, smiling while Bada only nodded, still a bit shocked. "Well the show is about to start, you should get ready." Was the last thing Aiki said before leaving along with you. Meanwhile Bada was looking at you both with shock and disappointment. She knew it was all her fault.

#gxg smut #bada lee x reader #bada x reader #bada lee #aiki x reader #street woman fighter 2 #street woman fighter x reader

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the-roo-too · 8 months

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i remember seeing you saying you wanted some le sserafim requests so here i am ig i hope you don’t already have too much of them. yunjin x reader where reader is added to the lineup and gets close to all the members except yunjin who acts cold towards her for no reason. but then she finds out it’s actually cuz their dance/ singing coaches keep comparing them saying yn is better… so she became jealous for no reason. <3

cool with you -> bandmate! huh yunjin

-being a replacement member is hard, but being compared to the replacement member is harder

warnings: unfair treatment ig?; jealousy; kinda mean girl chaewon ehehehheehhehe

genre: enemies to lovers-ish

notes: i made the reader be a replacement eheehehehehehheheehhee

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getting added to the group after the debut was a bit rough, but your members made it bearable. le sserafim debuted as 6-members girl group and (funny story) their second mini album had 6 performers too.

during the period between the debut and the first comeback, a member of the group that you never got to meet, garam, left because of some scandal. then, they added you!

while at first you thought the group would be distanced (because no matter how you look at it, you replaced the girl) they didn’t care. even better, the oldest two immediately started treating you as one of their own. the younger two also looked up to you as their unnie, especially manchae. even the public didn’t seem to mind your presence all that much.

but of course things couldn’t be too pretty for you.

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“okay, let’s try from the top?” you all nodded to the choreographer, standing up from your break.

“chaewon unnie, could you pass me my water?” you asked your leader softly, hoping to get one last sip before continuing the practice. weirdly enough, she didn’t notice you speaking to her, as she was focused on yunjin.

the american walked back from the choreographer with a frown on her face, as often these days. her eyes suddenly met yours and her grimace deepened.

huh yunjin: the one member that didn’t like you.

you really had no idea know why, but every time you as much as stood within two meters to her, she’d glare at you.

“are you okay, unnie..?” her unreasonable hatred towards you would never stop you from trying to befriend her…

her shoulder bumped into yours as she walked. “i’m fine.”

…because you might or might have not liked her.

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yunjin didn’t like you. that was easy to say. did she hate you though?

she stopped in her tracks to ponder over the thought.

she shouldn’t hate you. it wasn’t your fault the choreographer noticed a similarity in your dancing styles and kept pointing it out to yunjin.

it was well after practice finished as she was walking to the dorm (courtesy of staying back to perfect the dance). she knew chaewon was probably worried.

or was she? she’s been staying late in the studio ever since you joined the group.

yunjin was so lost in her thoughts she didn’t even realise she arrived at her dorm.

rummaging through her bag, she fished out her pair of keys.

*click*

the doors were unlocked. chaewon was probably waiting. will she be scolded again?

yunjin sighed. she always gets.

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“you’re late again.”

yunjin ignored the comment from her leader, placing her bag next to the doors. she took of her shoes and put them in her place.

weird, your pair was missing.

“we were worried.”

“i know, unnie.” she fought the urge to roll her eyes.

“…y/n was worried too.”

“okay.”

chaewon walked up to the younger girl and placed her hand on her shoulder, turning her forcefully, but not too hard.

“i don’t know what is your problem, but you need to resolve it. it’s affecting the group, even the public noticed you two!”

“oka-“

“don’t okay me, damn it!” chaewon sighed, running her hand through her hair to stop the stray strands from tickling her face. “y/n went to look for you.”

“huh? why would she?”

“because i asked her to talk with you. because you’re too much of a child to do that yourself apparently.”

yunjin frowned at her leader. “what goes between me and y/n is not of your business, unnie.”

“find her before i make it my business.”

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yunjin cursed herself for never bothering to ask for your number. it made finding you much harder. there was still one thing she could do…

now her phone rang, the line quiet. she should’ve expected that, idols don’t tend to pick up unknown numbers.

“hello? yunjin unnie?”

she was a bit taken aback. you had her number?

“y/n? you have my contact?”

“i got it from chaewon unnie… i got you a iced coffee, she said you stayed back after practice so i thought you might be thirsty, unnie.. where are you?”

her heart skipped a beat (she denied it in her head) as she heard your words.

“i’m..” yunjin cleared her throat. “i’m outside our dorm, where are you?”

“oh, i think i can see you, unnie!” the call ended and she heard fast footsteps approaching her. she turned around and saw you running to her, trying not to spill the mentioned coffee.

as you got closer and closer, she couldn’t help but wonder why did her face feel so hot all of a sudden?

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yunjin closed the doors behind you. when she glanced around the room, there was no chaewon in sight. at least she didn’t have to listen to anymore of her rants.

“unnie..?”

yunjin looked back at you. “yes?”

“why do you.. hate me?” no. she didn’t hate you. she shook her head slowly.

“i don’t.”

“you do, unnie..”

“i don’t hate you, y/n. i just.. i’m not fond of you..?” she saw the look of hurt flash in your eyes.

“i don’t understand why, unnie!”

“stop yelling, you’ll wake the others up.” her voice was cold, yet she felt bad when you looked away from her.

“can we just… talk? please unnie, i want to know what i did wrong..”

a scowl appeared on yunjin’s face. “that’s the problem. you didn’t do anything.”

“huh?”

“you’re just so perfect, everyone loves you! you appear in the group after debut and suddenly its not about being a good dancer but ‘y/n is in the group only for a while and she’s better than you’.”

she saw you freeze. “what do you mean…?”

“i’m tired of being compared to someone who barely got in the group.” she walked away after that. she probably shouldn’t, her words were more hurtful than she meant them to be.

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practice the next day was awfully calm. yunjin wasn’t called over by the choreographer this time, much to her surprise. instead, you walked over to the trainer.

“you made up yet?” chaewon appeared on her side, drinking from her water bottle as she looked at the american.

“not yet, unnie.”

“oh? i thought y/n told the choreographer that she shouldn’t get the solo part in the song because she wanted to share it with you or something.”

“what?” yunjin whipped her head to look at you, then back at chaewon. “i-i’ll be right back, unnie!”

she speed walked do you immediately. as you noticed her approaching, you gave a small smile.

“yunjin unnie?”

“you gave up your solo part? why?”

“oh..” you giggled softly. (i’m sorry 💀) “i thought that if i didn’t have a solo part.. my dancing wouldn’t be that visible and the choreographer would stop comparing us..”

“yah..” yunjin flicked your forehead. “you’re stupid. you don’t do stuff like this just because i’m jealous!”

“i didn’t want you to be upset, unnie!”

“i’m upset now, y/n. go to choreographer and get that part back right this instant!”

“but unnie..”

“no but’s. if you do that, i’ll come to buy *you* iced coffee today instead of staying back, okay?”

she smiled when she saw your eyes shining like a little kid’s. “okay, unnie!”

maybe, just maybe she didn’t have to dislike you.

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melodygatesauthor · 9 months

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Chapter 15: Forgiveness and Understanding

prof!Steven Grant-Jake Lockley-Marc Spector X f!Reader

Edited by: @whatthefishh

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Chapter Summary

After all parties take some time to breathe, you realize that you can't say goodbye so easily.

Tags/Summary (these are for the ENTIRE fic):

college AU, no powers/not in MCU/no Khonshu (as a deity), talk of mental illness, Marc has DID, forbidden relationship, age gap, reader is 21y/o, Boys are 38y/o, reader attends college in America but isn't necessarily American, smut, sex, masturbation, p in v, creampies galore, reader is on birth control, dubious consent due to identity issues, ANGST, romance, fluff and smut, oral sex, falling in love, reader is not race coded, minor mentions of alcohol addiction and depression.

Word Count: 2.9k

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It was nearly a week and a half before you spoke to them again.

When you weren’t brushing off your ever inquiring roommate and begging your professors to postpone your midterms, you were crying…again. You didn’t want to be such a mess over him, you’d always been a fairly confident and independent woman, but you felt so betrayed you couldn’t help it. Of course the guy you lost your virginity to was a nutjob. Of course that would be just your luck.

Who were you kidding? Luck had nothing to do with it. You were stupid. Completely moronic. You never should’ve pursued that relationship in the first place. This was just as much your fault as it was his. Whatever game he was playing, if it really was a game, you’d fallen for it, and fallen hard.

Your stubbornness only got you so far though, before you were dragging yourself to your laptop for answers. A little voice in the back of your head was telling you to at least look into it. You didn’t have to forgive him, but you had to know if he was telling the truth. Either way, it didn’t change the fact that he’d been lying to you all that time, and it certainly didn’t change the fact that he slept with you and then tried to dump you like you didn’t matter.

But you definitely mattered to at least one of them…

You mattered to Jake Lockley, who stood outside the bar where he’d saved you, leaning against his car smoking a cigarette. He was going to go inside, but he wanted to wait a while, knowing without a doubt that Marc would take over once he got in there, but Jake had to come back to the first place he’d truly met you. He missed you, and that shitty bar made him smile when he saw it.

They’d all been co-fronting since they’d decided to tell you about their condition. The only reason Marc and Jake had taken a backseat in the first place was to give Steven the perfect life, but it would seem that was impossible for them now.

“How long are you two going to be sulking for anyway? This is for the best, her being out of our life,” Marc said, looking back at Jake in the reflection of the side-view mirror.

“I’m not sulking pendejo,” Jake replied, taking another drag off his cigarette, “just wondering when you’re gonna admit that you miss her too.”

“I hardly know her, and I’m not like you guys, I have morals,” Marc looked away when Jake faced the mirror in disbelief, “alright maybe I’m not moral but, I’m not attracted to someone half my age who’s my student,” he scoffed, “and I’m not going to sleep with her and pretend to be someone else!”

“Yeah…you’re right about that. I guess for once Steven gets to be the bad guy.”

“Hey!” Steven shouted, his reflection visible in the window, “m’not a bad man just because…well…”

Jake smirked, “yeah…we all kinda suck,” he said, dropping his cigarette on the ground and putting it out under his shoe.

“She didn’t have to be such a little bitch about it though,” Marc said, which resulted in both Jake and Steven yelling over each other in your defense.

Jake stopped when he saw a couple walking by, staring at him with confusion and horror in their eyes. Yelling at his reflection in public probably wasn’t the best idea. After telling them to fuck off, he slipped into his car angrily and sped off in a huff.

“She just overreacted,” Jake said after a few moments of silence, “I’m sure she didn’t mean it.”

“Then she shouldn’t have said it,” Marc said coldly.

“She’s y–” Jake cleared his throat, “she’s uneducated.”

“No, no…what you were gonna say is right, she’s young, and she doesn’t know anything. Maybe that’s why both of you had no business with her in the first place, hm?”

“You know what really pisses me off Marc? That after all the shit we pulled back in Egypt, you’re suddenly acting like you’re señor perfecto. This twenty-one year old girl says something she shouldn’t say, and you’re gonna really look yourself in the eye right now and tell me that you’ve never said anything you regretted?”

He looked in his rearview mirror for a moment, waiting to see if Marc had anything to say, but Marc looked away.

“Thought so.”

Jake didn’t even know where he was going, he was just driving, trying to keep himself from losing his cool even more. He shifted gears, driving faster down a winding road. He could hear Steven muttering in the back of his mind, always hating when Jake took his frustration out behind the wheel.

“We never even had the chance to tell her about Egypt,” Marc said, seemingly unfazed by Jake’s reckless driving.

“It’s probably better that way,” Jake said, pulling into an abandoned parking lot and sighing heavily.

“Can we not sit in this parkin’ lot?” Steven asked several beats of silence.

Jake looked in the mirror, “what’s wrong with this parking lot?” He chuckled as he remembered, “oh…si, you two had fun here didn’t you?”

“Yeah we did…right after the best date of my life.”

It was silent again. That hit home for all of them. Not one of the three had been in any sort of meaningful relationship, not until Steven had been with you. Even Marc let it fester for a while, the thought of having someone that looked at him the way you looked at Jake and Steven. He wondered what that felt like.

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By the time you decided to talk to them again, you’d reflected heavily on the entire situation. It wasn’t easy, weighing the scales, looking at the wrongdoings of both sides versus what you’d all done right. Relationships were complicated, and this one wouldn’t be any different, but one thing was for certain; you weren’t ready to let Steven out of your life, and you were willing to do what it took to get through this.

So you considered all the factors, one of the most prevalent being that people make mistakes. Neither of you had planned to run into each other at that coffee shop before knowing you were his student and he your professor. Neither of you had planned to flirt and find comfort in each other’s company. Neither of you thought that it would get this messy.

Steven, being the much older one of the two of you, never should’ve let it continue, but you were also an adult capable of making your own choices. He should’ve been honest with you about Marc and Jake from the start, but when you thought about that more, he was probably afraid of your reaction. And of course, you reacted exactly the way he’d feared.

Jake slept with you without your consent.

Another major factor to consider. You felt dirty when you thought about it, but the more you considered it, you wondered if it actually upset you that much. He owed you an apology, that much was for certain, but when you thought about the fact that he helped you get through such a hardship - losing Steven -, and the fact that he’d saved your life, - dealing with that guy at the bar -, you realized that he must’ve cared for you too. None of that excused his actions, but you might be willing to forgive him with an acceptable enough apology.

It was time to talk to them again. You were ready to apologize for calling them crazy, or a ‘nut job’ as you’d so insensitively put it. You texted them, hoping that you hadn’t upset them to a point of no return.

You: Hi guys

You stared at your phone, waiting with bated breath to see if they’d even respond. When your phone went off right away you nearly collapsed on your dorm room floor. Despite the name popping up as Steven, you knew immediately that it was Jake texting you.

Steven: Hola corazón.

That was a good start, he couldn’t be that mad if he was using pet names, right? That meant at least one of them was open to talking.

You: I think we should talk, can we meet somewhere?

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You met at the park, a few miles away from school so you didn’t run the risk of any other students or faculty seeing you together. Even in his flat cap, white button-down, tie, and black coat, he still looked enough like Steven that it would look suspicious to anyone who knew he was your professor.

You sat next to him on the bench, and he looked over at you with a sly smirk. The differences between them were so obvious now that you knew the truth. The casual way Jake sat with his arms across the back of the bench, and his legs spread out like he owned the place was in stark contrast with Steven. He would’ve been sitting with his hands in his lap, fidgeting with his too-long sleeves and avoiding your gaze. Jake looked right at you, eyes boring into yours like he knew your very thoughts.

He let out a heavy sigh, “perdóname…for everything, bebita,” he said in his soft, sultry voice.

His eyes were pleading, begging you for forgiveness, but you didn’t know if you could give in so easily. You stared at him until an awkward amount of time passed. You didn’t know what to say, and he was still just watching you…waiting.

Finally you took a deep breath, “how could you do that to me? How could you…sleep with me like that, knowing I thought you were someone else?”

He let out an exhale as though he were surprised you didn’t fold for him immediately. You suspected that Jake wasn’t used to rejection. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket. You snatched them from his grasp and glared at him.

“No,” you said firmly, “you’re not doing that anymore.”

“That’s not really up to you beb–”

“It sure is. I said no.”

“Yikes, you’re really gonna let her talk to you like that?” Marc said with a chuckle, “regretting meeting up with her yet?”

“Just wait until you figure out Marc’s vice,” Jake tsked, smiling a little too wide for Marc’s liking.

“You’re a fuckin’ asshole you know that?”

“Fine,” Jake said, giving you a smile laced in frustration and ignoring Marc, “I wish I could give you a good answer sweetheart, but when I saw the way you looked at me when you thought I was Steven…” his aggravated smile turned into one of affection, “no one’s ever looked at me like that before.”

“Like…like what?” You felt the heat rising to your cheeks.

“Like they were in love with me, like nothing else mattered except me. Made me sick to my stomach and like I could jump out of my skin all at once,” he sighed and chuckled, “never felt such a rush and then you kissed me and…”

He reached out and took your hand. Jake thought for sure you might pull away from him, but you didn’t. Instead you stared down at the moons embroidered on the knuckles of his gloves and rubbed them under your thumb. When you looked back up at him, your eyes were wet, tears threatening to spill over your cheeks. You gulped, clearly attempting to hold your sobs at bay.

“I always knew something was off, about the entire way he was…well…you were acting.” You damned the tear that fell down your face, “but I wanted so badly to believe that what Steven and I had wasn’t over that I ignored it all.” You looked down again at your connected hands.

“I know, and I shouldn’t have pulled you along like that, it was wrong and I don’t deserve your forgiveness but–”

“You don’t…but I forgive you anyway.”

When you looked up at him this time, his face looked pleasant, calm, less pained than when you’d arrived. He reached up his other hand and cupped your cheek, brushing along your skin with his thumb.

Jake’s heart skipped several beats when he looked at you now. He wasn’t sure he’d ever get the opportunity to truly love you properly. He thought the two of you would sneak around in the shadows for a while and then it would all fizzle out like some bad romance novel with a shitty ending. But there you were, looking him in the eyes just like you had before. He wanted to lean in and kiss you, maybe even take you right there on the bench despite the woman playing with her dog on one side of the park and the family playing on the other, but he restrained himself.

You supposed it was your turn now to apologize. You scooted closer to Jake on the bench, your knee touching his as you did. You felt the anxiety pooling in your chest. It was just a simple apology, but you were struggling to find the words. You wondered if Steven and Marc would hear the apology, or if you’d have to tell them each individually. Regardless, you would do it. You’d apologize a hundred times if you had to.

“I’m sorry too. What I said when Marc told me about your disorder,” you sighed heavily, “it wasn’t right.” You shook your head, feeling disappointed in yourself for the way you handled the situation. “You don't have to accept my apology but–”

Jake leaned forward, moving his hand from your cheek to the back of your head and pulling you in, slotting his lips over yours. You could feel it now, the differences in the way they kissed; in the way they felt. A passionate breath left your lips as a deep moan left his, and when he broke off the embrace, you wanted to go back for more, but you resisted.

“Wow,” you said, breathing as if you’d just run a marathon.

You both sat there, just looking at each other and trying like hell not to continue. Jake stopped touching you altogether to curb the temptation, and he slid over on the bench, knowing that being out in public together was still a bad idea, even if it was a distance from your school. Not to mention the screaming Brit in his head who didn’t seem too keen on sharing you with the other two just yet.

“Can I talk to Marc?” You asked softly, a major contrast to the sound of Steven losing his cool in Jake’s mind.

“No,” Marc said bluntly.

Jake sniffed out a laugh, “Marc’s pretty pissed off, maybe not the best idea to talk to him right now sweetheart.”

You scowled, “I just want to apologize! What is his problem?”

“Apology heard,” Marc said from the headspace, “but I don’t have to accept this shit, if you two wanna keep fucking around with this stupid…girl…then I’m through trying to stop you, but I don’t have to partake in her bullshit.”

“Settle down hermano,” Jake said out loud, noticing immediately the quizzical expression on your face. Jake sighed, “He’s not interested right now corazón, but if you wait until he’s got a couple shots down the hatch, you might get a better response.”

Jake was surprised that Marc didn’t have a retort for him. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, feeling a pit in your stomach. What if Marc never forgave you? Would that be the end of this whole thing? Was he always going to be there, constantly putting a wedge between you and Steven and Jake?

Oh hell…Steven…

It had been so long since you and Steven had been together. It felt like there was a hole in your heart. You thought back to the early days of your relationship, a relationship that really wasn’t all that long when you thought about it. It didn’t matter though, you knew how it felt. You missed him more than you could stand to put into words.

Plus there were still so many questions.

What if he didn’t want to share you with the other two? How would that work? What if the other two each got girlfriends of their own? Well, Jake clearly was too interested in you to do that, but what about Marc? He couldn’t be expected to just sit in their head and watch the other two be happy, right? He deserved to be happy too. But the first thing you had to do, before you could figure any of that out, was talk to Steven.

“I miss Steven,” you said quietly, looking up at Jake again.

He sighed, “I know bebita, I know.”

“I want to talk to her, but I’d rather do it at our flat. Wanna do an apology my way y’know?”

“Si,” he said to Steven, “come to the apartment tonight at seven, you can see him then.”

With that, you nodded, both of you bidding the other farewell with a hug, and for the first time in weeks, you felt whole again.

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herofics · 21 days

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hii would it be possible for you to do an x reader with gojo where the reader has been struggling a lot w depression and some suicidal thoughts and everyone around her is telling her that she needs to take accountability for herself and try harder and get through life but she just... doesn't really care anymore? like she doesn't see a point in pushing through and struggling through life just for the sake of living, things will just get bad again or stay bad so what's the point? i'm rambling, but yeah, basically she's exhausted with life and how he'd comfort her if that's okay? sorry thanks

A/N: This took longer to write than I meant to, because I’ve been so damn busy, but I hope it ended up okay. This is them at the end of their time in high school, so the reader and Gojo would be 18. This is a non-curse au and Geto has not gone anywhere here, but that doesn’t really play into this. I decided to go with the whole non-curse AU thing, since I didn’t want to deal with the whole fighting thing on top of the normal teen stuff that’s going on. I did do fem!reader specifically this time around, though I don’t know if it really affects this other than the pet name

It was the last day of school before spring break, and you were already dreading it. Sometimes it was worse to stay at home than keep yourself busy with school. Some days were worse than others, but nowadays, it seemed like it wasn’t even fluctuating anymore, everything was just going steadily downhill. Sometimes you caught yourself wondering if there was even a point to it all. It didn’t feel like living anymore, it just felt like surviving. Every day was the same. You just had to push through, keep going, fight for things that you weren’t even sure really mattered. It all just felt so purposeless.

The school day was about to end, and you were wondering why Gojo hadn’t been around since lunch. For all you knew, he might have gotten himself into some kind of trouble yet again, and ended up in the principal's office. He might have been the most popular guy at the whole school, but that certainly didn’t stop him from getting into trouble from time to time, or all the time.

You were dreading going home, a whole vacation week to spend with your family. You couldn’t really think of anything worse at that moment. You just wanted to talk to Gojo, he was the only one who didn’t just tell you to “try harder” or that everything that was going on was your fault. Everyone else around you just kept pushing you closer to the edge.

“Hey princess!” came a shout from behind you, as you were walking towards the school’s gate.

“Hi Satoru” you forced a smile as he jogged up to you.

“Something wrong?” he asked with a puzzled look when he got to you.

“I don’t really want to talk about it here” you sighed.

“But you do wanna talk about it, right?”

“Yeah” you nodded.

“Let’s go to my place then. My parents are both out of town, so we can talk in peace” Gojo said as he grabbed your hand and started walking.

You just followed behind him in silence, holding his hand and wondering if you actually wanted to tell him what was going on.

Gojo’s place wasn’t very far from the school, so it didn’t take the two of you long to get there. You were obviously not feeling well and there was something bothering you, but he wasn’t sure what it was. He was aware of your struggles with depression, but you didn’t talk about it that much, so he didn’t really have a good grasp on how bad the situation actually was.

You took your shoes off and put on some slippers, before hanging up your jacket. You followed Gojo to his room, and he sat down on the edge of his bed, patting the spot next to him for you to sit down.

You did and with a deep exhale you said: “So I guess I should talk to you…”

“Yeah, I want to know what’s going on with you” he said, grabbing your hand again, drawing circles on the back of your palm with his thumb.

“I guess I’m just gonna say it… I don’t know how long I can keep doing this. I’m so freaking tired of just surviving” you sniffled, looking down at your feet.

“I’m not gonna pretend I know what that’s like, but I wish you didn’t feel that way. I want you to love life as much as I love you” he said, squeezing your hand.

Gojo hesitated for a moment, before bringing his other hand under your chin and turning your face towards him. You looked so exhausted, and he didn’t doubt for a moment if what you said was true. He was also angry, angry at himself that he hadn’t noticed how much you’d declined lately. It’s not like something like this happened overnight. He’d had time to do something, but he hadn’t.

“I don’t want to be a burden either… What if I’m just not meant to be here? What if I’m not doing enough to deserve to be here?” you said, starting to tear up.

“Don’t say that princess, of course you’re meant to be here, and you don’t need to earn a right to live. You’re infinitely worthy, no matter what you do” Gojo said, pulling you into an embrace. "You’re not a burden, not to me, and not to those who love you"

You didn’t want to cry and by some miracle managed to hold back the tears, but your breathing was a tad unsteady. You clung onto the back of his jacket as you hugged him, and just let him hold you, leaning your head on his shoulder. You just stayed like that for a while, until you were able to breathe steadily again. You pulled back, separating yourself from him a little bit.

“Thanks Satoru, you’re my rock” you smiled softly.

It’s not like this was going to take the pain away, or make you feel like it was all worth it, but it did help. Hearing someone tell you it was okay, that you didn’t have to work yourself to death to be worth something, to earn the right to be here. That you were enough, just you.

“That’s what I’m here for!” Gojo exclaimed with a smile.

He truly did wish you didn’t feel that way, he wished you wouldn’t feel like life was such an uphill battle. That someday you would love life and feel like it was worth living. Gojo at least hoped you knew he would love you, no matter how many bad days you had. No matter what you’d have to go through, you’d go through it together.

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cambot77 · 9 days

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When you mentioned Becky doesn’t know how to budget, I came up with this short caption.

Anya: So, how’s living like a “commoner”?

Becky: Oh, it’s been great actually. I’m shopping for my own food and getting stuff that I like and good for me. Don’t know why you make things so hard?

Cashier: That will be 200.

Becky: Okay, just put it on the blackbell account and bag it up please.

Cashier:…I have no idea what you’re taking about.

Becky: I-Oh! I forgot, you see my dad is making me live like a working class person as a punishment and usually when I buy something I told them to put it on the blackbell account. But I forgot about that.

cashier: That’s great, you still own 200 for all the food.

Becky: I don’t have that much money, can I pay the what I have and pay the rest when I’m done with my punishment?

Cashier: *Baffled* I’m sorry but we don’t give stuff away.

Becky: So what can I do to pay this bill?!

*Later* Anya:…That uniform matches your…socks.

Becky, in a cashier uniform: I feel remorse for you Anya.

Aaah, Anon! This is great! So sorry for the late response - I've been thinking about this for a long time, though.

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Becky shut the locker door with a snap and took a moment to rest her head against the cold metal. The employee breakroom was deserted at this time of night as most of the other closers were either finishing their final tasks or had already gone home for the night, but Becky being new (and therefore slow at her job) still had to mop the aisles of the store and put the go-backs on the shelves. She had slipped into the breakroom to take a breather, and the pounding at her temples echoed the pounding of her feet where they pressed against the still-stiff pleather of her new work shoes.

To say the day had been hellish was an understatement. She had thought that this last day of her first week would be a bit easier than previous days, but she had been wrong. The milestone meant nothing, because even though seven days had passed, Becky was still struggling to master even the most basic tasks of this, her first job, ever. Which she shouldn't even need to have in the first place! How was she to know that Daddy had been serious about his threats to cut off her access to the Blackbell money if she moved in with Bill while they were still in college? It was ridiculous to still think like that these days, but he had actually meant it! She had been shocked when she had tried to make purchases at her usual stores and been denied, and a quick trip to the bank had just confirmed that Mr. Blackbell was playing hardball with his rebellious daughter. Well, two could play at that game. Becky had always prided herself on her resolve, and if her father thought he could bring her to heel and give up her independence and love using money, of all things, then he was sorely mistaken.

That still left the matter of how to afford things. Bill had his own savings but Becky had never saved because she had never needed to. That had been a very frank conversation between them, but Becky had been confident that she would be able to contribute. Getting a job had never been a goal of hers, but after all, people went to work and made money every day. How hard could it possibly be?

Apparently, very, if her aching back and oncoming headache were any indication, and that didn't even begin to touch on the positively awful way some of the customers had talked to her that day. Who knew people could be so terrible over trivial things? Was it her fault they had run out of sale items, or that all the cashiers had decided to go on break at once? No, and yet she had borne the brunt of their anger just because she had been close by at the time! She wasn't even a manager! It just wasn't fair!

But she'd persevere, because the alternative was just too awful to think about.

Her father would pry her housekey with Bill out of her cold, dead hands.

Filled with fresh resolve, Becky stood up straight again and slapped her cheeks to get some life back into her. Just half an hour to go, and then she could go home to the apartment she and Bill now lived in. It was modest (to her eyes, it was still larger than most family dwellings in the city) but nicely furnished, and Bill would be home, waiting for her, to kiss her and tell her she had done well that day and make everything worthwhile again.

She smiled to herself. Yes, it was all worthwhile just for that. For him. Because she knew that he would work jobs like this - or even worse ones - if it meant they could be together. How could she do any less in return?

"Becky!" someone called before they opened the breakroom door, and she looked up just as Dwayne, the manager on duty, came in.

"There you are," he said, and rifled through a stack of envelopes in his hands. "Thought you'd left already."

Becky shook her head. "I still have to do the mopping. What are those?" She gestured to the envelopes in his hand. Dwayne looked at her curiously.

"Our pay packets? Today is pay day, you know."

"Oh!" Becky exclaimed in surprise and delight. "We get paid in envelopes!"

"Uh... yeah." Dwayne handed over the envelope with a raised eyebrow. She had put a different last name on her hiring paperwork, so her lack of general commoner knowledge sometimes caused her co-workers to look at her strangely because they did not know one of the richest heiresses in Berlint was stacking cans amongst them. She knew they thought her an escapee from a boarding school or some such thing, but in that moment, she did not care. Becky ripped into the envelope eagerly. Finally, all of her hard work was paying off!

Then, her face fell.

"This... this is it?"

Dwayne was already going back out the door. "If you have an issue, call corporate payroll. And don't forget to leave out the wet floor signs when you mop this time."

Becky slumped against the lockers, not in defeat, but in something very much like it. How could a week of work only earn the sum in the envelope? She did the mental math, but each time, the numbers didn't lie.

She had spent more than this on a single meal in the past, and now looking back, she cursed herself for her wastefulness. Money wasn't just numbers in a bank account or an intangible, invisible thing to her anymore; it was hours of work, discomfort, and real, hard proof of her efforts. It meant food in the cupboard, lights in the apartment, heat, hot water, all of it. It wasn't a certainty anymore but it was still a necessity, and as she stood there and counted her pay one more time, she realized something equally important.

This was the moment her father had been counting on to break her. He had probably hoped that when she tallied up her pay and expenses and saw the imbalance, she would be swamped with hopelessness and come crawling back. Becky Blackbell, after all, was used to nothing but the finest, and there was simply no way that her meagre paycheck could sustain even a fraction of that lifestyle no matter how much Bill could supplement it with his own money.

And there was a moment (brief yet fierce) where her soul did quail, and a small voice whispered that a simple phone call would make it all go away. She could be back home in her huge, luxurious bed before midnight, snuggled up and safe with all the Blackbell fortune like an invisible wall behind her...

But she would be alone in that bed, and no fortune, however large, could replace the strength and security of Bill's arms.

Becky swallowed down the fear and uncertainty and firmed her resolve once more. She would just have to work harder, or even get a second job, whatever it took to make it work. She was sure that plenty of people had survived on less than this, and besides, once she was graduated and had her degree, why, she could earn even more! There was nothing saying she had to work at grocery stores for the rest of her life! And Bill's career in the Army was also pretty much guaranteed, so really, there was no reason to buckle now! They were just getting started!

And they would stay together. That was what really mattered to her.

Of course, they would have to tighten their purse strings a bit... maybe she could forego her morning coffee to save some money...

She mopped the store as quickly as she could, plans and budgets spinning in her mind while she worked, and by the time she stepped outside she was full of her usual cheerfulness again.

That cheerfulness only doubled - no, quadrupled - when she saw who was waiting for her.

"Darling!" she cried out happily as she took a running leap into Bill's arms. He caught her easily and she reveled in how tightly and happily he held her. How could she have thought, for even a moment, that she could survive without him?

"Hi, sweetheart," he smiled as he held her with her feet dangling off the ground. "How was work?"

"Horrible," she said with a smile, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Have you come to take me home?"

"Of course, you know I don't like you wandering around by yourself at night." He looked stern and protective and Becky felt her heart melt just a little.

"You're so sweet," she sighed. She squirmed to be put down. "Let's go home."

Bill did not let her go, though. "Actually..."

"What is it?"

"Well... your dad called."

Becky stiffened. "Oh?" The last time she and her father had spoken had been the day of their blow out fight, and she didn't like to remember it if she could help it.

Bill's expression gave nothing away. "Yeah. He wanted to talk to me, actually."

Now Becky was really alarmed. She knew her father had nothing against Bill in particular, had even been happy when the two of them had started dating, but still. He had also been adamant that only a wedding ring would allow Becky to live with a man, and as she and Bill were still only "engaged to be engaged," she didn't think her father had called to chat with Bill about the weather.

A horrible idea came to her.

"How much did he offer you?" she snarled. Bill looked taken aback behind his glasses.

"What?"

"To give me up. How much? One million dalc? Two million?"

"Becky, that's--"

"Don't tell me he offered less?" Now she was really outraged. "Oooh! Put me down! I'm going to march straight to his office and tell him just where he can put his bribe money!"

She fought her way back down to the pavement and Bill lowered her, but he kept his hands around her arms to keep her from storming off.

"Listen!" he insisted over her ranting, and she huffed into silence. "He didn't offer me anything."

"So he threatened you instead?!" If Becky had had fangs, they would have been out. How dare her father even think--

"No," Bill said pointedly. "He called because he wanted to talk about you and me -- not like that! Listen, sweetheart! -- he wanted to make sure my intentions are pure and honorable, basically. And he wanted to know how you're doing. He's really worried about you, Becky. When I told him you were working overtime at a grocery store, I think he just about fainted."

"Well, he probably thought I'd come home by now," she allowed as she crossed her arms. "But the only home I want is with you, so the sooner he realizes that, the better."

"I think... I think he realizes that now," Bill replied hesitantly. "I told him the truth: we are definitely getting married and I'm absolutely serious about our future together no matter what. And he knows you're serious, now, too. So, he wants to come over tomorrow to talk it over with us, and maybe he'll give us living together his blessing after all."

"I don't need his blessing," Becky retorted, then softened. "But it would be nice to have."

Bill gathered her close again. "I know how much it means to you to be on good terms with your father, sweetheart. And who knows? Maybe if he gives us his blessing he'll give you access to the family bank account again."

Becky pulled back to insist once again that she didn't care about the money, but she saw the twinkle in Bill's eyes and knew he was joking. She batted at his chest ineffectually.

"Even if he did I certainly wouldn't spend like I used to! Did you know, things cost actual money? Like real, tangible sums?" She looked up at Bill and saw him stifling back laughter. She pouted.

"I mean it! I worked my butt off all week, and the paycheck barely covers our food bill! I tell you, when we get home we are going to have to make some changes."

"Who are you, and what have you done with Becky Blackbell?" Bill laughed tenderly, and then tugged her close as they turned and walked towards home.

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Well, this certainly spiraled out of control! I do like the idea of Becky working some crappy job and realizing, oh my gosh, this is how normal people have to live every day. How does anyone do it???

Of course, Bill's money is probably more than enough for them to get by, but it would still be finite and so horrible customer service job for Becky AU is born!

Lol, thanks for the idea, Anon! :D

#becky blackbell #bill watkins #bb gun #BBGun #Becky/Bill #spy x family #drabble #my fic

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dialovers-translations · 8 months

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Diabolik Lovers CHAOS LINEAGE ー Subaru [11]

Monologue

We fled from the Scarlet Manor,

with Subaru-kun carrying me in his arms.

I interlocked our fingers tightly,

so I definitely would not let go of his hand.

In correspondence to my actions,

Subaru-kun strongly squeezed down on my hand.

And so we aimlessly dashed forward.

To a place where we could stay somewhat hidden,

now that we had nowhere to go in this World.

ー The scene shifts to an abandoned house

Subaru: Where are we?

Yui: I didn’t think we’d stumble upon an abandoned building over here.

Subaru: We should have made it far enough. I’m putting you down.

Yui: Yeah, thanks.

*Thud*

Subaru: ...I can’t sense any Familiars around this area. Although we still can’t let our guard down.

Yui: I guess we should be fine for now? Shall we head inside and rest up? I’m worried about your injuries as well.

Subaru: ...Might be best not to go inside.

Yui: Why not?

Subaru: We won’t be able to run if somethin’ happens, right? It’s not like we’ll stay here forever anyway.

We’re being targeted by the Scarlet and Orange houses, and obviously the Violet House as well.

We have to go somewhere a lil’ more safe than this worn-down shed...

Yui: ...

Subaru: Hah. This whole situation is a fuckin’ joke. We can’t trust anyone at this point. It doesn’t matter if they’re my brothers or not.

They’re all after me since they’ve got a personal vendetta ‘gainst me for stealin’ Eve away.

But isn’t that perfect? I guess I shouldn’t be relyin’ on anyone else’s help to protect my precious girl.

Yui: I don’t think so! It isn’t a crime to rely on others. Although it might be difficult this time around...

Subaru: ...I wonder.

Yui: ( We truly can’t trust anyone...I guess it only makes sense to feel that way after Reiji-san tricked us like that. )

What should we do about your injuries? The wounds opened up again after what happened earlier, didn’t they?

Subaru: They didn’t. Don’t worry.

Yui: Please, Subaru-kun. Don’t act tough in front of me.

I’m afraid that you’ll crumble under the pressure of trying to burden everything by yourself, only so I wouldn’t have to worry.

Subaru: You...

Selection

→ Because I don’t see a way out of this (🖤)

Yui: Now that we’re stuck being pursued by everyone while still completely unaware as to why all of this is happening...

I’m just anxious because I don’t see a way out of this. Like how much longer do we have to live like this...?

Subaru: ...Sorry for makin’ you anxious.

Yui: No, that’s not what I meant! I’m not putting the blame on you!

I’m sorry, Subaru-kun. For being this weak-spirited when I’m the one who said you should rely on me.

It just pains me to see you hurt...

→ Because I love you (♡)

Subaru: I just told you I’m fine, didn’t I? I’m a Vampire, so I can easily handle this much.

Yui: You might be okay with the whole situation but...

I love you, so I don’t want the person I like to have to suffer...

I may be powerless, but just like you vowed to protect me,

I also want to look out for you.

Subaru: Is that how you’ve been feeling?

Yui: Hey, would you perhaps be happier without me?

Subaru: Hah? Where does that suddenly come from?

Yui: I mean, even now you’re having to push yourself to run away from everyone, even though it’s my fault that you got injured in the first place.

...If I were to go back to either Carla-san or Reiji-san, and promise to help them out as Eve if they save you, thenーー

Subaru: Cut the crap!

Yui: Subaru-kun...

Subaru: Who says you can decide this by yourself!? Do you think you can rescue everyone if you just put yourself second!? Aah!?

I can’t believe you’re still keepin’ up with the whole goody-two-shoes act. Fuck that!

Yui: That wasn’t my intention...

Subaru: I’ve told you countless times, haven’t I!? Without you, I don’t even care ‘bout livin’ anymore.

*Rustle*

Subaru: Fuck, why don’t you just get it!? I’ve long made up my resolve that I’ll spend my life with you.

Yui: ...!?

Subaru: I don’t care what happens to me. I refuse to hand you over, no matter what happens...

ー Subaru embraces her

*Rustle*

Yui: Subaru-kun...

Subaru: I don’t want to lose the girl I’m holdin’ in my arms right now...!

That’s why, ...ow.

Yui: ...Ah, your injuries...Are you alright? Don’t push yourself.

( I can tell by his expression that he’s in pain after all. He’s acting strong, but his wounds actually hurt a lot, don’t they? )

( Isn’t he just being stubborn because he doesn’t want to cause me any worries...? )

Subaru: Fuck. Why does it have to hurt this much when all I did was embrace you...

I can’t do jack-shit like this. I won’t stand a chance if I have to fight with those guys...!

Yui: ( I’m sorry, Subaru-kun. ...If only I wasn’t here... )

Subaru: What am I supposed to do!?

*Woosh*

Subaru: ...What’s this light!?

What happened?

???: ...

Yui: A sphere of light?

Subaru: The fuck’s this thing? Is somethin’ fucked up ‘bout to happen again...?

Socrates: My name is Socratesーー

Subaru: Uwah! It talked! Yui, stay behind me!

Socrates: What a noble man you are. You try to protect Eve despite being covered in injuries already?

It would seem that my experiment is headed in an interesting direction. I do not want to let this opportunity slip by.

Subaru: Experiment...?

Yui: What exactly do you mean? Who are you?

Socrates: It is not necessary for you to know me. However, I suppose I can tell you that I am the one who knows the secrets behind this World.

Yui: ( He knows how this World works... )

Excuse me, how come this is happening to us!? Also, where are we!?

Socrates: This is a closed-off World, created through magic. You may think of it as a miniature garden.

And as long as you remain inside of this World, your memories should have not come back.

Subaru: As long as we remain inside, you say? So in other words...

Socrates: Yes. If you can somehow make it out, everything will be as before. The altered memories will go back to normal.

However, seeing as the two of you were able to remember regardless.

I suppose it is possible for one’s memories to be regained through some kind of outer stimulus.

That was a blunder on my part. I shall take it into account for future experiments.

Subaru: Future, you say...? Fuck off.

Fess up, you bastard! Since you know that much, I bet you’re the one who gathered us here, right!?

Why did you do this!?

Socrates: ...

Subaru: Che...Speak up!!

*Woosh*

Subaru: ...What...?

Yui: You can’t hit him...

Socrates: Physical attacks have no effect on me. You cannot even touch me.

If you fight, then you will have to fight against this World itself, not me.

Subaru: Haah?

Socrates: I made this World in a way that if a certain condition is met, it is very easy to destroy it.

Yui: ( I see. So there is a way to escape! )

Could you tell us what that condition is?

Socrates: That would be to sacrifice one of the members inside this World.

Yui: Sacrifice...?

Socrates: All you need to do is choose death yourself. It does not matter how you choose to end your life.

Yui: Choose death, so you mean...?

Subaru: ...Are you bullshittin’ us!? Are you tellin’ us to die!?

Socrates: There is no need for everyone to die. It will only take one life to be sacrificed.

As long as somebody chooses to end their life without being killed by another, the experiment will no longer be able to continue and this World will crumble.

Subaru: Still, you really think we can do that!?

Socrates: In that case, feel free to remain imprisoned in this place where time has stopped forever.

I do not mind that either. All I care about is that I get to watch over your future actions.

ー Socrates disappears

Yui: Ah, he disappeared.

Subaru: Oi, fuck! Wait! We’re not done talkin’ yet!!

Yui: Socrates-san! Why did you come up with something so cruel!?

Like having brothers fight each other, or setting this whole thing up so somebody will have to die, why...?

( We found out how this World works, but this is just too much...! )

( I can’t believe that nobody can be saved unless one person commits suicide. )

( It might be dangerous to take the words of some sphere of light which suddenly popped up for granted. )

( But if there’s no other way, is it worth trying it out...? )

Subaru: Kuh...

Yui: ( Seems like Subaru-kun is having a hard time deciding as well. )

( Of course he is. To willingly end one’s own life...that isn’t something easily done. )

( Isn’t there some other method? A way to destroy his World and all go home together unscathed... )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #subaru sakamaki #chaos lineage #diabolik lovers translation #cldsubaru11

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jasontoddsmommyissues · 10 months

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My personal headcanons about Eddie’s dad that the book may end up contradicting but at this point idgaf

Warning: Mentions of child abuse, loss of a parent, homophobic language

Masterlist

Feat young Jeffrey Dean Morgan as Al Munson

-He’s Wayne’s younger brother. Both their parents passed when they were young adults, so Wayne always felt obligated to look out for him, which was a lot easier said than done because Eddie’s dad has always been pretty wild.

-I assume the Munsons aren’t originally from Indiana, since Wayne’s accent definitely isn’t Midwestern. In my mind, Eddie’s dad was a little bit of a drifter that rolled into Hawkins one day when he was like 24 or so and started seeing Eddie’s mom (who was like 18 and freshly out of high school at the time) with the intention of moving on in a few months and forgetting all about her.

-Instead she winds up pregnant, and he definitely isn’t interested in settling down and raising a family, but Wayne ultimately talks him into doing the right thing and marrying her.

-Eddie’s dad was never really cut out for family life. He hated being stuck in Hawkins, and has always resented Eddie because of it. When Eddie’s mom was alive, he was pretty absent, always going out drinking or committing petty crimes, hopping from job to job, probably seeing other women behind his wife’s back.

-Then his wife died and he was suddenly the sole parent responsible for a kid he never wanted in the first place. Those few years where Eddie was living with just his dad were pretty rough.

-A non exhaustive list of shit Eddie’s dad put him through at the time:

When Eddie’s mom first died, his dad would want to go out drinking, so he’d just put little grade school Eddie in his car and have him sleep there in the parking lot of whatever dive he was hanging out at. (Eventually he gave up on this and just started ditching Eddie at home)

He hated spending money on Eddie. They barely had any to begin with, and the priority with what they did have was always booze and cigarettes. There were nights that Eddie went to bed hungry because his dad didn’t bother buying any food for him. Most of Eddie’s clothes and shoes were old and ill fitting because he wouldn’t bother replacing them.

Even when he wasn’t out drinking, he was neglectful of Eddie. He rarely put in effort to make sure he was properly taken care of. Eddie would come to school covered in dirt because his dad never made him take a bath, his clothes often went long periods of time without washing etc. His peers would often pick on him because of it, and at the time he didn’t have D&D or anything to fall back on.

Eddie’s dad had a nasty temper, and no matter how much Eddie tried, he’d always end up doing something to anger the man. He’d scream at and berate Eddie, and sometimes get physical. He’d also take this opportunity to throw their situation into Eddie’s face. He’d say Eddie was a burden, how he was unwanted and how it was his fault his mom was dead.

I’m a big Eddie has ADHD truther, and I’d imagine this was a point of contention between him and his dad. ADHD wasn’t really known back then, so his dad would just chalk his symptoms up to him being “dumb”. Eddie would struggle with school work and his dad would tell him he was just stupid and that he shouldn’t bother because it’s not like he’d ever amount to anything.

He made Eddie keep his hair buzzed. If Eddie expressed interest in growing it out he’d say stuff like “long hair is for women and f*gs”

-At some point, when Eddie was middle school age, his dad finally got arrested for something that came with serious jail time. He wouldn’t be out until Eddie was at least 18, so their options were either for a relative to take him or he’d end up in the system. Of course Wayne didn’t hesitate to take the boy in, and the rest is history.

-Wayne has forgiven his brother for a lot of the shit he pulled, but one thing he can’t ever forgive is the way he treated Eddie. It took a little while of living with Wayne before Eddie came out of his shell, all thanks to the abuse his father put him through.

-Wayne does still communicate with his brother though, sometimes talks on the phone and even goes to visit every once in a while. Eddie on the other hand doesn't. He has no interest in a relationship with his father and Wayne isn’t going to force it on him.

-Eddie’s dad dropped out of high school at 16. Part of the reason Eddie’s so insistent on graduating is because he doesn’t want to be like him.

-But of course, even with all Eddie’s efforts, it’s still hard to escape the shadow of his father’s reputation. People have always assumed that Eddie is just a no good delinquent like his father. They were even more convinced when Eddie started getting into “immoral” activities like D&D and metal music (never mind the fact that Eddie’s dad didn’t like either of those things).

-Overall, Eddie’s dad is just super bitter and jealous of his son. He’d never admit it to anyone, not even himself, but deep down he hates that he threw his life away and now he’s rotting in prison; he wants to see Eddie end up the same way because the thought of his son being a better person than him upsets him.

#stranger things #Eddie munson #feral raccoon boy #headcanons #Eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson headcanons #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #Eddie munson fanfiction #Wayne munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things headcanons #Eddie munson angst

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mittens-220 · 7 months

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Hataraku Maou-sama! ES!! Summary (Third Story) Part 1

So as mentioned in my previous post, the third story has a longer summary/translation from the chinese website. I'm translating it in parts and will update when I have time.

Rika came to visit:

“Hey—Urushihara-san! You’re at home, right! Can you help open the door?”

Rika was sure that she could hear the sound of rubbing cloth.

“I want to open a Gate, would only disturb for a while, let me in for a while—! Please!”

“......”

“Urushi—hara—sa–n—!”

After pressing on the doorbell a few times, a sound of someone moving slowly was finally heard from inside, Urushihara Hanzo showed an unhappy expression just as Rika predicted, looking at her through the gap in the door.

“......What.”

“I’m sorry. I want to open a Gate, thus disturbing you!”

“I’m still taking a nap?”

“Oh my, you actually just dislike troublesome things so you don’t want to pay attention to me, right? The half-eaten snack is still in the corner of the closet, and I heard you moving the first time I pressed the doorbell.”

Perhaps she hit the target, Urushihara’s frown deepened.

“.......If you want to open a Gate, can’t you just do it in the corridor.”

“This is also considered outside. And I heard Ashiya-san and Emi say, Urushihara-san usually does online shopping, right? If a delivery person, newspaper delivery person or postman enters while opening the Gate, wouldn’t that be really bad.”

“Haah……seriously. Come in quickly. I am busy.”

Even though it was not known what he could be busy with while staying in the closet, it still felt awkward to tease Urushihara, so Rika placed the angel feather pen on the tatami.

“I say, I may look like this, but I am still a demon who can get rid of a human with a finger. If you act like this some more……”

Just as Urushihara decided to at least complain with one sentence,

“Hey—”

Rika had already disappeared, the Gate also closed.

Urushihara suddenly remembered and looked towards the porch, Rika’s shoes were there.

Because Urushihara was around, she took off her shoes as if she was simply going to another person’s house.

“......Forget it, it’s not my fault anyway.”

Even though he thought about whether he should throw the shoes into the Gate, at this moment, the Gate had already closed.

“And, I am Demon General Lucifer. It doesn’t matter if you are Emilia’s friend or what, isn’t this having no sense of boundaries at all?”

Rika talked about Lucifer after meeting up with Emi:

“This is fine~but why aren’t you wearing shoes~?”

“Ah. About this.”

Rika summarised her conversation with Urushihara in Villa Rosa Sasazuka Room 201, Emerada’s expression turned stern.

“As expected~ Lucifer is scum~”

“About this, Chiho and Ashiya-san and I also frequently……eh? Scum?”

This was the first time Rika heard Emerada scold other people like this, and could not help but widen her eyes.

“This kind of person should be described like this~. Well, even though that guy is not human~”

“Ah, uh, yeah.”

“Rika-san has to be careful too, okay~. That guy Lucifer, you don’t know when he would suddenly attack humans~. Because for species like demons, in principle, you cannot be careless~”

“I, I know. Erhm, thanks for your treatment. I will pay attention next time……”

(skipping unrelated conversation)

“Based on what I understand until now, it is considered natural……but Emerada-san, dislikes Urushihara-san that much?”

“Ah…… right now?”

Emi showed a troubled smile, sitting next to Rika.

“That’s right. Because there needs to be cooperation now, so there is no choice but to interact normally, but when Em is working with the Demon King and the others, she must be trying hard to tolerate it.”

“Yeah, matters in this aspect. But, they are similar to workers who were originally in opposing factions. But, I saw Emerada-san speak with Ashiya-san, how should I put it, it feels normal.”

“When we fought with Alsiel directly, he was already a demon who could be spoken to, and additionally, Em and Lucifer, there are too many direct causes.”

“Direct causes?”

“Yeah. So, I feel that even if me and the Demon King and Lucifer are only harmonious on the surface, Em might also dislike it greatly. Even though I did not feel her showing it.”

Emi looked down slightly.

(skipping Rika wishing to listen to the story)

“Or rather, it could be because Rika suddenly became connected to Ente Isla, so I have to tell you. The original nature of the relationship between our “Hero group’ and the ‘Demon King Army’...... but with this, it might change the impression of ‘Maou’, ‘Ashiya’ and ‘Urushihara’ in your heart.”

(skip Rika agreeing to continue)

“Amongst us, Em has the greatest hostility towards the Demon King Army. Even though there are many reasons, there must be areas I also do not understand……but her hostility towards Lucifer is especially strong, there are clear reasons.”

“Un.”

Emi deliberated on her wordings, Rika did not rush her.

She was waiting for Emi to speak naturally.

“Em, lost in a direct battle with Lucifer, and was forced to submit to him. Because of this, our hometown—Western Continent Saint Aire empire, fell under Lucifer’s command.”

“Urushihara-san ruling a country, this cannot be imagined at all……but many unbelievable things also happened earlier. Demons can also rule a country huh.”

“I am also unclear on what demons in other lands can do. But, the invasion of the Demon King Army caused the areas controlled by humans to decrease rapidly, almost all of the Western Continent fell into Lucifer’s hands. My journey, started during those despairing conditions.”

Then Emi—Emilia Justina started to narrate.

The Hero’s journey of saving the world, the first story.

#hataraku maou sama #hatamaou #hataraku maou-sama #the devil is a part timer #hataraku maou-sama!

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racfoam · 10 months

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Also here is a snippet from chapter 2, since you gave me one too :y

He came to an abrupt halt as the groggy teenager began to stir more loudly; he hadn’t even realized he’d begun pacing again. She blinked blearily at the world around her as she lifted her head from an overstuffed pillow, scrubbing her shadow-ringed eyes with an unhappy groan. Snape braced himself as he wordlessly handed Potter her spectacles, and she clumsily accepted and fumbled them onto her sleep-flushed face.

Clearly, the wizarding world’s only hope was a slow riser when it came to shaking off the effects of foreign substances. Snape made a mental note to work on that after they were settled.

OMG OMG OMG THANK YOU, I LOVE THIS. I lovee chapter 1 and can’t wait to see where it goes.

Aww, Harry being a sleepy head, so cute 🥰

I cannot wait for Voldemort to show up, I am practically vibrating just thinking about him showing up at Snape’s place or after Snape tells Harry she is a Horcrux and then lets Voldemort in the room...

AAAAAA ---

“You’ll be safe with him,” said Snape.

Harry looks from her professor to Voldemort. Voldemort, who smiles at her like he wants to consume her. It was the creepiest smile she ever saw on the serpentine man’s face, turning her blood cold.

“You’ve gone mad,” she says shakily, breathing hard the longer she stares into Voldemort’s red eyes. “Absolutely bonkers.”

“And you,” said Harry, gesturing to Voldemort, “you were trying to kill me all my life.”

“Situations change, Harry,” replied Voldemort softly, in a whisper with which he spoke with his snake. It makes Harry sick. She’d rather he's back to hating her again. This was creeping her out. “I protect what is mine. And my Horcruxes are very much mine.”

Harry felt like she was going to hurl. If she did, she’d make sure to aim right at Voldemort.

“It’s your fault I’m a Horcrux in the first place,” growled Harry, glaring at Voldemort, whose smile only widened, shark-like.

“Would you rather be dead?” he asked coldly.

Harry closed her mouth. Then, she turned to Snape, green eyes pleading. “Is he the only one? Why can’t I stay here, Professor?”

“Because the Ministry and Dumbledore will come looking here,” replied Snape. “The Dark Lord is a master of evading both, and of remaining hidden. No matter how much they look, they will never find him.”

They will never find you.

Harry swallowed heavily. After a moment, feeling like she just signed her death certificate, she nodded.

Voldemort’s eyes glowed in triumph, and he smiled, like he had won.

“I'll wait in the sitting room.” said Voldemort, and left out the doors, ducking his head under the doorframe.

Harry got up from the bed, feeling numb. She didn't look at Snape, not even when he transfigured her hospitak garb into a dark hooded robe similar to Voldemort’s, or when he summoned socks and shoes for Harry to put on. Harry grabbed her wand from the night stand, drank some water so she doesn't faint, then followed Snape out the door ofthe guest bedroom.

Voldemort was standing in the sitting room, surveying a photograph of two children. One was a black-haired, very cute eleven-year-old boy with black shoulder-length hair and dark eyes. He had a green tie. And beside him...

A girl with red hair and green eyes.

Voldemort must have heard Harry shuffle to see the photograph better, because he said, “Severus and your mother when they were children.”

Harry stared at the picture of her mom. Her mum was so pretty, even when she was a girl, with cascading red hair and a cute face.

Without a word, Voldemort headed for the doors. Harry swallowed, and after a last glance at the picture, she followed after the skeletal man.

She was scared out of her wits.

“Come,” said Voldemort, extending a skeletal hand.

Harry stared at the offered hand, took a deep breath, and placed her hand into his. Her hand was small and delicate in Voldemort's larger one. His skeletal fingers wrapped around her palm, and Voldemort brought her close to his side.

Then, Harry felt a yank, and they Disapparated, vanishing from Spinner’s End.

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Birdie Dresses Claire

Summary: Because someone has to get Claire out of all that beige, and who better than the fam’s fantastic fashionista?

AO3

“C’mon. Just one time.”

“Nuh—No.”

Claire doesn’t even look up. It’s a familiar argument. Not even argument, that makes it sound like it’s a fight, and it’s not a fight, it’s just something Birdie brings up almost constantly, and every time she brings it up, Claire says no, as is her right, and then they carry on with their lives like this isn’t a constant conversation that she isn’t getting tired of having.

Except that Birdie doesn’t drop it.

To be fair, Birdie never drops it. She just lets it alone for a little bit like a puppy who’s had a shoe taken away from it (and then brings it back up like the same puppy will always somehow find the shoe, no matter where it gets hidden). Except this time, she’s not letting it alone.

Birdie drapes herself across Claire’s lap, long legs, long skirt, stretching out to the other side of her, and wraps her bare arms around Claire’s neck. She smells of coconut and lime and a little bit of booze, which isn’t her fault. Claire blames Andi for indulging her, but she won’t hold it against her. Andi indulges all of them, within reason. There are limits.

“Clairebear, you are such a bore.” Birdie nuzzles into her neck. “Just once. Fashion’s my thing, Claire. You would look so good—”

“Are you saying I don’t look good?” Claire leans back against their couch just enough to stare Birdie in the eyes, brows rising.

Birdie pouts. “No,” she replies, drawing the word out. “But you could look better.”

“She’s right, you know.” Andi comes from wherever she’s been – probably the kitchen, she has a drink in her other hand – and places a hand on Claire’s shoulder, giving her a gentle squeeze. “All of that beige is not becoming, Claire.”

Claire twists to look up at her. “It’s not all beige! I have brown! And white!”

“Color, Claire,” Birdie whines. She pats Claire’s cheek twice, emphasizing her words. “You. need. color.” Then she takes Claire’s cheeks between her fingers, squeezes, purses Claire’s lips together. “Say yes. I’d make you fantastic.” She tries to move Claire’s jaw, to make her mouth open and close. When she succeeds, Birdie grins, speaks for her, “Yes, Birdie. You can do anything you want, Birdie.” Her grin spreads, and she drops her grip. “Okay! Let’s go!”

“Birdie, it doesn’t work like that—” Claire starts to say, but Birdie prances off to her bedroom anyway, bright grin on her face, not looking back, as if she doesn’t even hear her.

Andi just gives Claire’s shoulder another squeeze. “Indulge her, Claire,” she says, leaning down against the back of the couch, folding her arms under her head, and staring out after their friend. “She’s never going to drop it until you do.”

“Yes, but if I give in, she’s just going to try again later. You know. One more time, I did such a good job last time, you should always let me dress you—”

“Well, you should always let her dress you.” Andi gives Claire a sharp but not cruel look. “Your clothes make you look so washed out and pasty.”

Claire frowns, crossing her arms. “It makes me look nonthreatening. Which is important in the political sphere. You just wouldn’t get it.”

Andi nods slow. “That is exactly why our wonderful First Lady, Michelle Obama, only ever wore boring, colorless clothes.” She raises a finger. “Oh, wait. She didn’t.”

“I’m no Michelle Obama, Andi—”

“But you could be, Claire.” Andi reaches over, squeezes her shoulder again, and gives her a little shake. “It’s not like Birdie’s asking you to go out in whatever she puts you in. She just wants to play Barbie with her real life best friend.” She squints and leans towards her. “You’re just scared you’re going to like it.”

Claire’s frown deepens, her brow furrowing. “I’m not scared of anything.”

Except that…isn’t really true. She’s scared of a lot of things. In particular, she’s scared of losing the tentative gains she’s made in Connecticut politics, of scaring off voters by wearing clothes that are a little too bold, of jeopardizing her chances of running for Senate in a few years’ time. Claire knows better than anyone that politics is a game with an ever-shifting goalpost, and while she thinks – she knows – that she can affect good change in her state, in her country (and she’s seen it, she’s seen the good she’s been able to do, especially as governor, and she just wants to take that and build on it), she’s constantly worried that the slightest unintended slip-up will set her back to where she was when Andi found her – on the city council, barely, because there’d been a mix-up with the guy who should’ve been in her spot and so she’d won by default, not because the voters liked her, unable to go anywhere no matter how hard she tried.

It isn’t that Claire is innately unlikeable; it’s that she’s always had a hard time phrasing her passion in ways that actually connect with people. People are the hard part. She’s not good at people.

Well.

She’s good with these people, but not with people in general.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Andi repeats, soothing. “It’s just here. With us. We’re not going to tell anybody.”

Claire rolls her eyes. “Birdie’s going to take a picture, and she’s going to post it to one of her social media accounts, and it’s going to get spread everywhere—”

Andi holds up a pink phone in one hand. “Not if I have her phone, she won’t.”

“Fine.” Claire shivers, forces it down. “Fine. You win.” She pushes her hands into the couch cushion, pushes herself up, and turns to Andi. “But only because you have her phone. If she gets a picture—”

“She won’t.” Andi grins, winks. “But I might.”

“Andi—”

“Just to remind myself that you look good when you get out of your comfort zone.” Andi reaches across, gives her a shove. “Now go. Birdie’s waiting—”

“Claire!” Birdie calls from down the hallway, drawing Claire’s name out just as long as she can make it. “Where are you? I’ve been getting everything ready—”

“Just a minute—”

“You only say that when you’re not coming!”

Claire can hear the pout in Birdie’s voice. She sighs, pushes her hands through her hair, and gives Andi a look. “If this goes poorly, it’s your fault.”

“I will take the blame.” Andi spreads her hands out to either side of her. “Now go.” She makes a shooing motion with one hand. “You know how Birdie gets when she’s waiting too long.”

Claire sighs again. But she goes.

“Okay, okay, okay, sit there,” Birdie starts, pressing gently on Claire’s shoulders so that she falls onto the chair waiting for her, “and close your eyes.”

Claire does not close her eyes. She crosses her arms and raises her eyebrows. “I can’t just close my eyes, Birdie. I have to put on the dress—”

“I can do that for you.” Birdie waves a hand dismissively. “I’m very good at dressing and undressing people. Very good.” She grins and leans forward, placing a hand on each arm of Claire’s chair. “You’d know that if you ever let me—”

“Stop.” Claire flushes bright red but doesn’t avert her eyes. “Just pick the dress and I can put it on and—”

Birdie pouts again.

“What?” Claire glances over Birdie’s shoulder to the huge closet full of clothes she’s pretty sure she’s only seen Birdie wear once. It seems like such a waste to her, putting all that money and effort into an outfit that she won’t wear again, but then again, she’s not the one into fashion, Birdie is. “Your clothes aren’t going to fit me anyway.”

It’s one thing for Birdie to pout; it’s quite another thing entirely for her to roll her eyes and give a little shake of her head. “Trust me. I’m not stupid.”

Claire doesn’t say anything. It won’t do any good. As much as she loves Birdie, telling her that her brain cells are in another castle will not go over well. Instead, her gaze rests on all of the clothes, none of which will fit, and then she sighs. Closing her eyes might be the best option here, actually. Then she won’t have to see what Birdie is getting for her. She sighs, forces herself to relax, and closes her eyes. “Okay,” she says, rolling her lips together. “I’ll trust you.”

Birdie giggles. “No peeking.”

The chair creaks as she takes her hands from its arms, and despite what Birdie literally just told her, Claire cracks one eye open to see Birdie dancing into the closet, pressing something in the middle of a lot of clothes, and opening a hidden door behind which are more clothes, ones that she’s never seen Birdie wear before. Then Birdie starts to turn, and she shuts her eyes tight closed again.

It takes a few minutes, and in that time, Claire’s arms slowly uncross and rest on the arms of the chair instead, fingers digging into the wood and then tapping lightly on it. She takes a deep breath in, crosses her legs ladylike at the ankle, and then uncrosses them, taps her toes on the rug Birdie’s spread out over the hardwood floor. At least it’s soft.

“Birdie?”

“Hold on, hold on, I’m coming.”

Claire doesn’t have to see Birdie to know that she’s prancing through the clothes to her, that she’s running her fingers along the fabric, so when something is unexpectedly plopped into her lap, she jumps. “What is—”

“Don’t open your eyes!”

Claire snaps her eyes shut again, unaware that she’d instinctively started to open them. Her lips press together again. “What am I supposed to do with this if I can’t see it? It’s just—”

“Oh, yeah, right.” Birdie picks whatever she’d just plopped in Claire’s lap up and does something else with it – Claire can hear the clink of the hanger, so she’s probably just put it somewhere else – and then grabs Claire’s wrists and pulls her out of the chair. “Strip.”

Everything else has been a suggestion. Claire can say no to suggestions. Or requests. Kindnesses. Birdie just asking her for things. Not gentle or kind or whatever, just Birdie being who she normally is.

This, though, is not a suggestion.

This is a command.

Claire swallows. Hard.

Then she turns, pulls her hair to one side, and says, voice soft, “Unzip me.” Swallows again, lowers her head, says even more quietly, “Please.”

Birdie hums pleasantly as she unzips the back of Claire’s dress. Her fingers linger at the bottom of the zipper, and again, that commanding voice, even if it’s only meant as a question, it isn’t one, “Can I take this off you?”

Claire just nods.

This isn’t fair. That’s what she’s thinking – what she’s trying to focus on – as she keeps her eyes shut, as Birdie’s hands push the sleeves off of her arms, as the dress falls down at her feet. It’s not like she and Birdie haven’t shared a changing room together before. There was that time when Duke thought they should all get into exercise, and they’d all humored him, at least for a little bit, and joined a gym, and they’d gone the full nine yards – gym clothes, changing in the locker room, that sort of thing. It was the first time she’d seen the tattoo along Andi’s side, the first time she’d noticed how unmarked Birdie’s skin was – which, you know, of course. Model. She couldn’t have scars or tattoos or anything like that. She had to be flawless. Claire just hadn’t noticed it before.

She’d been very good at not noticing it since then.

Claire steps carefully out of the dress now piled on the floor, and she feels Birdie at her feet, just as carefully picking the dress up and probably laying it out flat somewhere so that it won’t get wrinkled (she is always very considerate where clothes are concerned). Then Birdie’s hands are on her bare hips, just at the edge of her underwear, and when she lets out a frustrated little hum, Claire asks, “What?” She tries not to snap, but given the current state of her nerves, she can’t be sure it doesn’t come out that way.

“I like the black lace better—”

“Birdie, that was one time.”

Lies. It’s been multiple times. But it’d only been once that Claire hadn’t had time between the gym and her date, and there’d been showers at the gym, so she’d thought it was fine to just bring the lingerie with her. Andi had been nice enough to not comment on anything, but Birdie had just appraised her. Like she’d needed that. Like she’d needed Birdie to tell her it looked good.

(She hadn’t needed it, but it had been nice, and even now, Claire can feel her cheeks warming, flushing with the memory of it, with Birdie’s current admittance. Even if she knows Birdie doesn’t mean anything by it. It’s still nice to hear.)

“—and I’m gonna need you to change this.” Birdie runs a finger along one of the straps of Claire’s bra, tucks her finger under it, and gives it a little snap. “You can’t have this.”

Claire hesitates. “I don’t have another one with me, and I don’t think I want to put on that dress without a bra.” She presses her lips together, gives a little shake of her head. “Unless there’s one built into it—”

“Ew, gross, no,” Birdie interrupts before Claire has a chance to finish. “I’ve got one you can use.”

Again, Claire hesitates. This should go without saying, but she says it anyway, “Birdie, I’m not….” She winces. “I’m not your size, hon.”

Again, Birdie sighs, and Claire imagines her rolling her eyes again. “Clairebear, I’m going to tell you a secret,” she says, wrapping her arms around Claire’s waist and resting her head on her shoulder, “but you’ve got to promise you’re not going to tell anybody.”

Claire couldn’t promise anything right now. She can’t say anything right now that wouldn’t come out as incoherent mumbling because she’s not sure if she’s comfortable with this or uncomfortable with this. Birdie, do you even realize—

Birdie begins to play with Claire’s hair, wrapping strands of it around one finger, and if Claire thought she could say anything, she certainly can’t now. “So you remember how I used to fix everyone’s clothes?”

It’s been a while, but Claire remembers. Back when everyone had first met, when they’d first become friends, when Andi had convinced them it would be cheaper if they all moved into a little house together, and then they could pull their resources to help each other out (and she’d been right, but it had been weird, like living in a frat house, sometimes, with Duke in the basement and the sort of bro-ship he’d built up with Lionel), Birdie set herself up as their tailor. It was one of the things she was trying – looking at fashion from the clothes side of things instead of the model side of things – and it helped her to practice on their clothes…and when she got good at it, it had helped them to have clothes tailored to fit each of them specifically, even if they just got cheap jeans from Walmart, because it made them look sharper. More capable. And Birdie had gone from tailoring their clothes to making some of her own design, and—

Claire swallows once. Nods. “I remember.”

“I, uh. I still have all of your sizes.” Birdie giggles, buries her head in the slope of Claire’s neck, smiles against her skin, and then continues, “Not just yours, but. All of us? So sometimes, when I’m really bored, I just.” The fingers of the hand still around Claire’s waist drum against her skin. “Peg says it’s good to keep me busy doing something that isn’t Twitter.” She slumps, pouts. “Bras are harder to make, but I can do it.”

“You….” Claire takes a moment, wets her lips. “You make us clothes.”

Birdie nods. “Mmhm.”

“And you don’t…you didn’t tell any of us about this.”

Birdie nods again. “Mmhm.” Her head tilts. “Well, I think Andi knows, but she asks for stuff from me. You don’t. Duke never does. Lionel does sometimes, but only when he’s already found something he likes and just can’t get it in the right color.” Without thinking, she scowls, bites soft into Claire’s shoulder, hangs there for a second. “That’s not the same, though,” she mutters into Claire’s skin.

Claire swallows again. The worst thing about Birdie – the absolute worst thing about Birdie – is that she doesn’t mean anything by this. Being handsy. Setting her teeth into Claire’s shoulder. It’s just her. And yet Claire still shivers when she does it, like she does mean something when she knows – she knows – she doesn’t. “So you’re saying you have a bra. For me. For this dress you’ve made?”

“I didn’t make the dress.” Birdie unhooks her teeth from Clarie’s shoulder, and Claire resists the urge to turn to her, to open her eyes, because she already knows the confused expression Birdie is wearing. “You’re not ready for the dress I made for you.”

Somehow, this does not make Claire feel any better about this whole letting Birdie dress her thing.

“But I made a bra—”

Birdie’s warm hand moves from her waist, and as she scurries off back to the closet, Claire shivers with the weight of her disappearance, with the sudden cold air against her back in the absence of Birdie being pressed against her. She hesitates, turns, sits, changes her mind (the chair is so cold against her bare legs, against her bare back), and stands again, wrapping her arms around herself. It’s harder not to open her eyes now, standing half-naked in the middle of Birdie’s room. She hears Birdie approaching before Birdie can say anything, and she flinches.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Claire.” Birdie places a thin scrap of fabric in her hands. “Here, hold this.”

“What do you mean hold this, Birdie, what are you going to—”

Birdie presses up against her again, from the front this time, and wraps her hands around to fidget with the back of Claire’s bra.

Claire flushes what must be an even brighter red, though she can’t see it; her cheeks grow so hot that she’s certain she can’t be doing anything else. “I can get that myself—”

“No, it’s fine, I’ve got it.” Birdie’s fingers brush along Claire’s skin as she unclasps Claire’s bra, and then she steps just enough away that she isn’t pressed against her anymore, but her fingers still brush along Claire’s skin, this time along her shoulders as she starts to brush the bra straps off.

Immediately, Claire covers her chest with her arms and turns away from Birdie. “Don’t look!”

Birdie makes a tsking sound. “You’ve got nice tits, Claire. You shouldn’t be ashamed of—”

“They’re not for you to look at!”

Claire hunches over, arms still covering her chest, eyes squeezed shut, this time not because Birdie asked her to keep them closed but because she needs them to be closed. She breathes heavy, quick, forces herself to slow. “You can’t just…you can’t just take someone’s bra off for them. It’s not…it’s not….” She can’t even finish the sentence.

“Claire.” Birdie’s fingers lightly touch her shoulder, and when Claire doesn’t flinch away or shake them off, she places her whole hand there. “I didn’t mean—”

“I know.” Claire takes a deep breath, forces herself to steady. “Just…just let me do my bra myself, okay? You can do the rest. I won’t….” She swallows again, catches the tear in her eye before it can fall. “You can do the rest.”

“Okay.” Birdie squeezes Claire’s shoulder as gently as she can. “I’ll look away, just let me. You’ll let me know? Um. When you’re done?”

Claire nods. She’s certain Birdie’s seen it before she turns. She hopes Birdie’s seen it before she turns. She just can’t force herself to say anything.

As she lets her bra drop – only halfway on the floor because it half lands on her bare feet – Birdie says, voice oddly not soft and oddly chipper, “Wanna talk about it?”

“No.”

Sure, Birdie is just the sort of person that Claire should talk about her pre-existing trauma with. Yes. Perfect decision. Birdie who…can keep a secret, when it’s important, and so would like be able to keep this to herself, too, if Claire asked her, if she wanted to talk about it in the first place. But she doesn’t. It’s something that happened, once, a very long time ago, and she doesn’t want to talk about it. Ever. Ever.

For maybe the first time, Birdie hears the word no and doesn’t press. It’s…it’s nice, actually, in a surprising sort of way. It’s always nice when someone doesn’t press, but it’s especially so when it’s Birdie.

Claire fiddles with the strap of fabric that Birdie gave her, brows furrowing, and then asks, “Can I at least open my eyes enough to get this on?”

Silence. Then, “Yeah, yeah, sure, sorry, you can’t see me nod” followed by, as Claire starts to open her eyes, “Hold on!” Birdie scurries in front of her, saying, “I’m not looking, I’m not looking!” pauses for a second just in front of her, “Still not looking!” although by this time, Claire has covered her breasts with her arms again and hunched over, which means when Birdie scurries past her again, she just bonks her head. “Ow, Claire, I told you I wasn’t looking!”

“I have my eyes closed, I can’t just—”

You could trust me, Birdie doesn’t say, will never say, because that’s the thing of it, isn’t it? That Claire doesn’t trust her? Certainly Claire doesn’t trust her the way that Birdie trusts her? And that Birdie will never call her out for it, never really press her on it, because no matter how much it might bug her, it will never be to the point that she will ask. Because maybe, for Birdie, that doesn’t matter nearly as much as everything else does. Birdie trusts her so that she doesn’t need to be trusted.

That’s cyclical logic. Claire’s not certain that it tracks. A lot of things don’t track where Birdie is concerned.

Claire sighs. “I can look now?”

Another silence followed, again, with “Go ahead! Forgot you couldn’t see me.”

Claire opens her eyes and immediately relaxes her shoulders, lets out a breath she hadn’t known she was holding, feels the tension roll off of her aching back. It’s that trust thing. For all that she says she trusts Birdie, her body carries the weight of her lie. Well, that and the tension that Birdie keeps ratcheting up by touching her without realizing that—

Ahem.

“It fits,” Claire says, voice soft, once she has the bra in place. It’s a little snug, sure, but in the best sort of way. She doesn’t feel like it will give her any trouble breathing, and she doesn’t feel like if she walks in it too much then it will fall. Jumping would be the best sort of test for this, but Claire doesn’t really do jumping anymore. She takes a deep breath, reminds herself that Birdie would never intentionally do anything to hurt her, and closes her eyes. “You can look.”

She doesn’t have to see it, because Claire knows Birdie well enough to know that she’s grinning when she places her hands on Claire’s shoulder and turns her to face her again. “Beautiful.”

Birdie says it in the same tone that someone might say perfect, but Claire wants her to be saying that she’s beautiful.

That’s all she’s ever wanted, really.

The dress that Claire still can’t see is soft. It sweeps across her chest at a sharp angle, leaves one of her arms completely bare but covers the other entirely. Something cinches at her waist, accents it, and that terrifies her. She doesn’t know why. Her hands clasp together in her lap, fingers tap-tapping against each other. That helps. She tells herself that it helps.

It doesn’t help.

Birdie runs a thumb along Claire’s lower lip, pressing color into it. Her breath runs hot along Claire’s skin. She’s focused on Claire, and despite everything, Claire is focused on her. Birdie leans back, away from her, and there’s the slightest of clicks – a cap on top of a stick of lipstick, probably – and another like the closing of a compact mirror.

This part should be easier; Claire has make-up artists who make sure she looks good for each and every one of her interviews, her debates, her television appearances. But it isn’t – her make-up artists don’t touch her the way that Birdie is touching her now, has been touching her throughout this entire thing. It’s like Birdie doesn’t understand what a make-up brush is. Even now, she brushes a thumb gentle along Claire’s eyelid, making what are hopefully final touch ups, while humming something idly.

Then Birdie steps away and doesn’t come back.

“Finished?” Claire asks, voice hesitant and soft.

“Mm. Your hair’s a mess.” Birdie comes closer again, breath hot along Claire’s neck, and pushes her hands through Claire’s hair before moving away again. “I’ll fix it.”

“Birdie—”

“Five minutes, Claire.”

“It’s been hours.”

Claire actually has no idea how long it’s been. You’d think with her eyes closed for this long, she would have taken a nap or something, but it’s impossible to take a nap with Birdie running her fingers all over her face. (It’s impossible to take a nap without relaxing, and although Claire has tried to relax, has forced her shoulders to lower, her clenched fingers to loosen up, it never lasts long. This is probably why she wakes up so often with a horrible backache – even in her sleep, she can’t relax.)

But then Birdie’s back again, pulling Claire’s hair away from her shoulders, running her fingers through it, pressing them like a massage into Claire’s head, and Claire presses her lips together hard to keep from letting out any sound to indicate that she is enjoying this. Birdie doesn’t need that sort of encouragement.

(Claire has not forgotten, one of those cold nights when they’d all lived in that house together, when the heat got shut off because someone forgot to pay their share of the heating bill and they couldn’t quite cover it as quickly as they wanted, when Claire had huddled up with Birdie and Andie so they could all keep warm, and Birdie gently and insistently scratched along her scalp until she’d let out an unwitting moan of contentment. Andi had finally fallen asleep by then – she’d pulled an all-nighter trying to get something set up the night before – and Birdie had never said anything, had only kept scratching her scalp as Claire curled closer to her. Claire has not forgotten, but she hopes, inwardly, that Birdie has.)

Then Birdie pulls her hair up, twists it, begins to pin it up with pins that she must be pulling from between her lips – Claire is trying not to think about that, but it’s impossible not to think about it – and then, perhaps in less than five minutes, even, leans forward and presses a soft kiss just at the base of Claire’s neck.

Claire shivers.

“Done,” Birdie whispers, breath hot against Claire’s bare neck, and she covers Claire’s eyes with both of her hands.

Claire startles. “I have my eyes closed, Birdie, you don’t need to—”

“It’s more fun this way!” Birdie’s grinning, she has to be grinning, Claire can see her in her head, even though she can’t see her with her eyes covered the way they are, but she hears that tone, that joy in Birdie’s voice, and there’s no way she’s not grinning. She rests her head on Claire’s shoulder, smiles against her skin again. “Stand up, stand up!”

Fortunately for Claire, Birdie isn’t using the same tone she’d used when she told her to strip, but Claire obeys anyway, carefully standing up, keeping one hand on the arm of her chair so that she doesn’t fall. Birdie keeps her hands over her eyes. Claire tries not to bite her lower lip, not to hold her breath. “Where do I…where do I go?”

“Right,” Birdie says, guiding her carefully across the room. She keeps her hands over Claire’s eyes but wraps her arms along Claire’s shoulders, using them to direct her one way or the other. Then she stops her somewhere else within the room – Claire’s still barefoot and hasn’t gone across any threshold, so they can’t have left the room. She knows this. “Stay here,” Birdie directs, “and keep your eyes closed.”

“Where are you going?” Claire asks. All at once, she feels her chest tightening. She’s still breathing just fine, which is good, but her breaths grow a little shallower as Birdie steps away from her.

“I want to see your face!” Birdie says from farther away. “And not in the mirror. Your actual face!” She knocks against something. “Okay,” she says, finally. “You can look.”

Claire hesitates. After all this time, she isn’t even sure she wants to look. Given the opportunity to do anything she wants with her, Birdie could have put her in something truly horrifying. Not that it would matter, if Claire doesn’t go anywhere in it. Then it really would be like Andi suggested – dress-up like a Barbie doll, but like the website when the internet was just getting widespread, when Barbie could look like anything and often ended up looking horrific because she was just a base like the old Paint program.

But Birdie made her a bra.

Deep breath.

Claire opens her eyes.

She’s felt the dress, so the shape of it doesn’t surprise her – the sharp triangular scoop across her chest, the bare arm, the other covered, the cinching about her waist – but the fabric of it does, the semi-transparent along her arm, the thin band across her waist. Her eyes are drawn to the small golden band Birdie has clasped around her bare wrist, the dainty golden chain tight around her neck with the glistening opal, because it’s easier – so much easier – to focus on these smaller things than the whole of her in front of her.

But Claire can’t avoid the mirror image of herself forever, can’t avoid the sharp red of the dress that is found, softer, on her lips and, even softer than that, angling her cheeks, drawing attention to the sharp of their bones. Her hair is swept up and away, thin strands in soft curls about her ears, but leaving the neck she is so ashamed of exposed in a way that brings no shame. That red color isn’t found around her eyes, but something much softer, much more neutral, so that the bright of her blue eyes comes out in sharp contrast to everything else. She steps forward, one hand reaching out as though to touch the image of her in the mirror, and then pauses, blushing, pressing her lips together, pulling her arm back to grab at the other, looking away.

I’m beautiful.

Claire doesn’t say it, but she feels the weight of Birdie’s eyes on her. It doesn’t matter. She can’t stop the curve, the smile spreading across her lips, the warmth pooling in the center of her chest and spreading out to her fingertips. “You did….” She wants to say that Birdie did good, but she stops herself, corrects herself. “You made me beautiful.”

“Oh, no, Clairebear.” Birdie crosses the space between them and gently takes Claire’s hands in her own. She waits for Claire to look up and meet her eyes. “You’ve always been beautiful. I just made it easier to see.” She scowls. “All that beige is not your color. It’s ugly.”

Claire’s smile drops. “Don’t hold back. I can take it.”

Birdie just rolls her eyes. “You should be wearing stuff like this. They know exactly who you are in a dress like this!”

“I can’t wear this to debates, Birdie,” Claire says, but she squeezes Birdie’s hands as she says it. “Can I keep it?”

Birdie meets her eyes again. “Really?” she asks, near breathless. “You like it that much?” When Claire nods, she grins. “That means you’ll let me do this again?”

Claire hesitates. It’s the trust thing again. But Birdie…she’d done so well this time that…that Claire can’t imagine her doing any worse. “Why this dress?” she asks instead, not answering Birdie’s question. “I thought you’d put me in something like your outfits.”

Birdie groans. Annoyed. Frustrated. “That’s not you, Claire. I want to dress you.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” Claire blinks twice. “I’d still be me—”

“No, no, no, no.” Birdie drops Claire’s hands and moves over to the chair, drapes herself across it, legs hanging over one of the arms while her back rests against the other. “Clothes are like…like another layer, you know? Like nails or hair. You cut your hair to look like you, but if you cut it to look like me, you wouldn’t look like you.”

“Bird, that doesn’t make any sense.”

Birdie struggles for a second. “It’s like how you drink white wine. I could give you pineapple juice and you’d like it—”

“I’d hate it—”

“—but it wouldn’t be your drink.” Birdie’s eyes shift, focusing on something, on nothing. “You will always be at your best when you look the most like you. I just try to help you find the you that you like most.” She gestures to her clothes. “This is the me I like most. This is me. But it’s not you. So of course I couldn’t put you in anything like this. I had to put you in you. Your style. Not mine.”

Claire considers this for a moment. “Like Michelangelo and his marble statues. Carving out the creatures he saw inside of them, even when they were just…discarded chunks.”

Birdie scowls. “You’re not a discarded chunk.”

That’s what you think, Claire doesn’t say. Instead, she reaches up as though to tuck her hair back, only there’s nothing dangling there, so she just brushes her fingers along the slope of her neck instead, lets them linger then. “You want me to feel comfortable in my own skin, and my clothes are an extension of that.” Her head tilts to one side, elongating her neck even further. “Right?”

“If you say so,” Birdie says. “I just want you to look like you. That beige is just you hiding. The shapes aren’t bad, but you could look better.” She gestures with one hand. “This is so much better.”

Claire smiles, a soft thing. “You’re right,” she says. “It is.”

Birdie’s eyes light up. “So we can do this again? That’s what that means, right? I can do this again?”

“Yes,” Claire says hesitantly, drawing the single syllable word out into two. “I want to know what the dress you made for me looks like.”

“Oh. Babe.” Birdie stands, claps her hands together. “You’re not ready for that yet. That’s for an actual event. You’re not there.” She passes Claire by and pats her shoulder. “Andi’s going to love this.”

“Andi’s going to—” Claire echoes, soft. “Wait, Birdie, I didn’t say—”

Then she stops herself.

On second thought, why not? Against all odds, in this, Claire wants to be seen.

As long as it’s someone she trusts.

#bandit fic #famfic fluff #glass onion #birdie jay #claire debella #andi brand #clairdie

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Thankful For Us

Chapter 1

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

Note: Chapter 1 takes place while Brandon is still in Chicago before the trade deadline in 2022.

Summary: Sydnee is a lifelong Blackhawks fan, but she struggles with her inner demons, until she catches the eye of Brandon Hagel. Will he be enough to pull her from her slump she’s in?

TW: Being hard on herself, mental health

Word Count: 2673

Dear diary,

I thought today was going to be different, it felt different at the start but as the day went on it was back to the normal everyday sadness. Everyday is the same no matter how hard I try, I just feel like I can't escape from myself. I just need someone to pull me from this darkness that is in my head but no one is there. Maybe tonight at the Blackhawks game will be a good enough distraction from myself, from my head. Hey, maybe I could even meet someone, but that is literally never my luck. All the guys go for my sister, but who would blame them, she is a beautiful woman, she has the world biggest amount of confidence. Oh if only I had a fraction of that. Anyways, we will see how this goes. Probably should get ready. I’ll be writing again soon.

I sigh to myself and put my book down, looking at my hockey jersey, nervous about tonight. Big crowds make my anxiety go through the roof.

I walk to my sister Jessica’s room “Hey Jess, what should I do with my hair tonight?” I ask as I lean against her bedroom doorway.

“I think you should curl it, it complements your face well, also do light makeup, more of a natural look.” She looks over and smiles softly, she knows I struggle with my body image.

God she really is the perfect person, she also is the only one who believes in me and helps me get through the darker parts of my days.No wonder all the guys fall for her the second that they lay eyes on her.

Walking back to my bathroom, I start getting ready, by the end of it I grab my Brandon Hagel jersey out of my closet and throw it on, Hagel being my favorite hockey player and honestly dream man, plus he is a hell of a player. He can literally do it all.

Jess comes into my bedroom and I didn’t realize that she was in there until she snaps her fingers in front of my face, I was completely lost in thought about Brandon. Oops. Sorry not.

“Hey! Love struck Hagel lover! Let’s get going, you dork.” She laughs.

“Uh, right sorry, lost in thought.” I blush lightly.

“Yeah, thinking about your boyfriend Brandon,” she says with a smirk on her face.

“Oh shut up, he isn’t my boyfriend, one can only dream right?” I say as I get my shoes on. I love that girl to death but she is such a brat somedays, today being one of them.

“Who’s driving, me or you?” I ask, I never know who is going to end up driving.

“Doesn’t matter to me, I usually drive so it is your turn,” she picks up my keys off my dresser and hands them to me.

I take them from her, “alright, let’s get going then, I want to be able to find our seats easily,”

Somehow we were able to get glass seats at the United Center, how? Not a gosh darn clue but I’m not going to complain, it will be the closest I’ll ever get to the players.

We get there after fighting Chicago traffic, which by the way I absolutely hate with a burning passion. We quickly find our seats and sit down, watching the Hawks come on the ice. While we were sitting and watching the warmups, I couldn’t help but have my eyes glued to Brandon, god he is such a beautiful human… Good lord Sydnee, get your head on straight. I’m completely lost in thought again when I hear a loud *bang* against the glass in front of me. I jump in my seat and look up to see Brandon standing there smirking at me as he shot the puck into the glass. I turn a deep red and Jess is about to fall out of her seat laughing.

“You’re such an asshole.” I mutter to her.

“It’s not my fault you were daydreaming about your boyfriend!” she says in between fits of laughter.

“First off, fuck off, second off, fuck off.”

“Well whatever you’re doing keep doing it because it has his attention,” she looks over at me and then to Brandon who’s back is literally right in front of my face since we are right on the glass.

“I guess you’re right.”

Brandon finally skates off and skates over to the bench to do the rest of his warm up. Before they skate off from warm ups I see Brandon skating over to us with a puck in his hand and a big smile on his face. He taps the glass in front of me to get my attention, tosses the puck over and then skates off.

“Ohhh! What’s that?” Jess asks.

“Uh, a puck with his phone number on it,” I blush as I look at it again.

“Wait, you just got his phone number?!”

“That’s what it looks like doesn’t it?” I sit back down after grabbing the puck from him, sitting there and just look at it

*Holy shit I just got Brandon Hagel’s phone number. What the hell just happened.* I say to myself. Maybe having my sister drag me to this game wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

After the game is over, the Hawks ended up beating the St. Louis Blues 5-2. Any time the Blackhawks beat the Blues is a good way to end the night.

We are on our way home when Jess looks over at me, “so, are you going to talk to him?”

“Uh, I don’t know, I’m way too nervous to text him. I’m nervous just thinking about it.” I blush just thinking about actually being able to talk to him.

“Well clearly he wants you to text him otherwise he wouldn’t have given you his number, fucking send it when we get home Syd. Of all the girls that were there tonight, you were the one that got his attention, don’t be scared.”

“Okay seriously, how do you alway know exactly what to say and when to say it?” I ask as I look over at her.

“I’m the older sister, I just know these things.”

“Alright, alright I’ll text when we get home.”

We finally get home and I go sit on the couch, looking at my phone and Jess looks at me, “Sydnee , I swear if you don’t text him, I’m going to take your phone and do it for you.”

I grab my phone quickly, “I’m going to do it, I’m going to text him, I’m just trying to figure out the right thing to say, he is Brandon Hagel after all and I am, well I am me.”

She gives me a blank look, “Sydnee, I swear to you, you are beautiful, now shut up and text the man.”

I put his name and number in my phone and start typing out a message;

Hey there Brandon, this is Sydnee from the hockey game, the one you threw the puck to? Yeah this is her! :)

I take a deep breath and hit the send button, looking up at my sister as I do so. “It’s sent.”

“Wait, you’re joking, you did it?” She gets excited, “I honestly didn’t think you would go through with it.”

“I… wasn’t to confident in myself honestly.”

I look at my phone one last time before tossing it on the couch and go into then kitchen to get something to eat since I didn’t eat at the game.

“What if… what if he doesn’t answer?”

“Syd, shut up, he will, and if he doesn’t then that is on him, that is his fault and that is his loss,” she yawns mid sentence, “let me know in the morning if he answers, I’m going to go to bed.”

I nod and quietly make myself something to eat, shockingly I made myself eat dinner, which hardly ever happens. Most of the time I maybe eat once a day. News flash everyone, I have depression and a eating disorder. After cleaning up my dinner mess, I go back to the living room and grab my phone and my heart is racing, my hands start shaking as I flip my phone over and turn the screen on.

BRANDON. HAGEL. JUST. ANSWERD. MY. TEXT.

Brandon- Hey Sydnee! Nice to finally catch your name. Beautiful name for a beautiful face. :)

I quickly walk up to my room and lay on my bed, trying not to completely freak out and wake up jess. My phone goes again and it is another message from him

Brandon- Also, sorry it took so long to answer, Usually things are pretty crazy around here after a game, especially when we get a big win like that!

I grab my phone quickly and answer him.

Sydnee- Oh, no worries! I figured you were busy, with it being game day and everything. It’s no problem at all. I was pretty nervous to text you if I was being honest…

Brandon- Nervous? Why would you be nervous? I’m just a hockey player

Sydnee- Yeah a hockey player for the team that I grew up cheering for, also you’re kinda my favorite player so.. Yeah I was nervous.

Brandon- Favorite huh? So that’s why you were wearing that beautiful red Hagel jersey tonight?

Sydnee- Oh my gosh you noticed that?

Brandon- Well it’s hard to miss such a beautiful girl like you, and then you are wearing my jersey? Yeah, I noticed :)

Sydnee- Wow… good thing you can’t see my face right now because I’m literally as red as that jersey right now.

Brandon- Awe! That is too cute!

Sydnee- Oh my good heavens stop it!

Brandon- I mean I could but do you really want me too?

Sydnee- ….No…

Brandon- Mhm, I didn’t think so ;)

Sydnee- Oh you’re such a flirt.

Brandon- Well, would you want to go to breakfast tomorrow morning with this flirt??

I drop my phone on my lap, shocked to answer right away, Brandon Hagel, THE BRANDON HAGEL just asked if I, out of all people in the world, would want to go to breakfast in the morning. What is actually happening right now? I pick up my phone again to answer him.

Sydnee- Well that depends, does Hagel like bagels?

Brandon- Well now look who is being the flirt

Sydnee- What? So you can do it and I can’t?

Brandon- Woah woah now I never said that! Lol

Sydnee- You’re such a brat.

Brandon- Ouch, now that one hurt

I roll my eyes and sit there, not exactly sure what to say next, but my phone starts going off again, it's Brandon wanting to facetime so I quickly answer it.

“Hello?” I answer, a little confused since we were just texting.

“Hey! I figured it would just be easier to call you!” He says cheerfully, god his voice is perfect.

“Oh it’s fine, just didn’t think you’d call tonight since it is late and you had a game on top of it.” I say softly, smiling to myself and a little shocked that I am talking to him.

He chuckles and it makes my heart skip a beat, “I can let you go to sleep if you want! There is no game tomorrow so I usually stay up a little bit later when we don’t have a game the next day.”

“No no it’s fine! I’m usually up late anyways, just have to be quiet since my sister is asleep,” I say as I stand up.

“Oh, okay. Wait, where are you going?”

“Going to go outside so I don’t wake her up, the last thing I want to hear is how she didn’t sleep well, she's a grump when she doesn’t get enough sleep,” I laugh.

He laughs a little, “but it’s chilly outside.”

“And if I get cold I will go inside, but right now I want to talk to you,” I say as I look at the camera and smile at him. He smiles brightly at his phone and I can’t help but let my smile grow at his.

“So, about breakfast tomorrow, when and where are you thinking?” I ask him.

“Um you tell me, I have an idea but I want you to tell me what sounds good,” He smiles at me again, that freaking smile could light up a whole room.

“I really don’t mind, you pick! I’m pretty easy going, so surprise me.”

“How does IHOP at around 8:30 sound?”

“Sure! Sounds like a plan to me!” I yawn but try to hide it from him so he doesn’t see me getting tired.

“Are you tired? You look like you are,” he looks at the camera quickly.

“What? I’m not tired.”

“Yes you are, you just yawned! I saw it!”

“No I did not.”

“Uh yes you did.”

“Oh Bagel Hagel, you’re seeing things.”

“Am not, I watched you yawn and you tried to hide it.”

“Geet your eyes checked Brandon, No I didn’t!”

He looks at the phone and tries to give me a serious look but ends up laughing.

“Okay yes I did, in my defense it’s like 2:30 in the morning sooo,” I laugh along with him. “But I don’t mind, I like talking to you.”

He smiles brightly, “I like talking to you too, I’m glad you came to the game tonight.”

“Yeah, I’m glad Jessica decided to drag me to the game, because honestly I wasn’t sure if I would go.”

“Why wouldn’t you go?”

“Because.. I’m socially awkward, have major anxiety, and bad depression,” I say softly.

“Awe sweetheart, I’m so sorry,” his smile fades from his face as he changes from happy to concerned.

“Don’t be sorry, it’s not your fault, it’s okay really. I’ve dealt with this for a long time now.”

“My heart… If I was with you right now I’d wrap you in my arms and never let you go.”

“Oh my gosh stop it right now,” I blush at his words.

“Well I would, mental health is no joke, so the fact that you went to the game is a huge win for you, and I’m so proud of you.”

“Oh my gosh Brandon,” I wiped a tear away, “no one has told me that before.”

He gives me a soft smile, “do me a favor okay? Go inside and get warm, I know you have to be cold and I want you to get some rest tonight.”

“I’ll go inside, but I want to stay on the phone with you, will you stay on the phone with me until I fall asleep?”

“Of course I will,” he smiles at me again.

I get up and walk back inside, I really was getting cold, after all it is March in Chicago and some nights it’s still cold. But it was totally worth it being able to get to know Brandon, the true Brandon, not the one that people see on the ice.

“Alright, I’m going to leave you in my room while I get ready for bed.”

“Okay, I’ll be here!”

I chuckle and set my phone down in my room, then walk to the bathroom, get ready for bed, and then come back into my bedroom, grabbing my phone again.

“Okay I’m back!” I say as i get curled up into my blanket.

“Mm you look comfy,” he says softly.

“That’s cause I am,” at this point only my head is poking out from under the blanket, I giggle mostly to myself as I am finally getting warm.

“Getting warm?”

I only nod, starting to fall asleep.

“If you’re tired go to sleep,”he says calmly, his voice making me relax even more than I already am.

“Mmm would be better if you were here.”

“Well tomorrow after breakfast we can go — and you’re asleep,”he says softly, trying not to wake me up, “goodnight beautiful,” he says before hanging up the phone.

#brandon hagel #hockey imagine #hockey players #hockey rpf #hockey romance #nhl imagines #nhl players #ThankfulForUs

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From the Bottom of My Asylum Heart Act I Preview

Hi everyone, so this a preview to one of my upcoming original plays: From the Bottom of My Asylum Heart. This play is about a young girl, living in the Victorian Era, whom after believing she is the cause of her mother's death, believes that she is mentally ill and thus, checks herself into an asylum, hence the title.

Before I post the preview for Act I, I do want to apologize if anything I say is historically inaccurate. I'd been writing this play since I was in high school, so please feel free to leave feedback. <3

Anyways, here's the preview. Please enjoy!

From the Bottom of My Asylum Heart

Characters (in order of appearance)

James Sebastian

Christopher Kaine

Lewis Smith

David Wallie

Annabelle and Mary-Lou

Dr. Richard Lee

Madeline "Young Maddie," "Young Madeline," or "Maddie" Sebastian

Emily Sebastian (appears as a spirit in Maddie's dream)

Juliana Winston

ACT I takes place at the Sebastian mansion in the living room, dining room, and upstairs. One scene takes place at five o'clock in the morning and the next takes place at night since it's a party the Sebastians are having.

ACT II is set three days after the events of the party. Scene is mostly in Maddie's room.

ACT III is at the asylum.

Time/Setting-Victorian England, during the 1820s.

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Act I, Scene I

(Scene I. In a mansion during the times of Victorian England. It is raining, thundering, and lightning at five o'clock in the morning. in the morning. Inside, JAMES SEBASTIAN,the ruler of the mansion is in the living room sitting on a chair as he is reading from a journal that has the name, EMILY SEBASTIAN written on it. In fact, the journal's whole title is called "EMILY SEBASTIAN'S TALES.")

James Sebastian: (reading from the journal) On this day, March 27, 1808, my beloved Madeline Sebastian has been born. My one and only daughter, my one child, my dearest child. I shall forever love you (brief pause) until the day I die.

(James then closes the journal and signs deeply as he sets the journal down on the nightstand.)

James: If only that day was later on instead of sooner.

(Enter CHRISTOPHER KAINE, the mansion's butler.)

Christopher Kaine: Today is the day, isn't it sir?

James: Tomorrow, Christopher. Tomorrow.

Christopher: (pours tea into James's cup) Today, tomorrow, next year, you are going to have to tell her either way, sir.

James: (picks up his tea and sips it softly) I am aware, Christopher. The only problem is how do I explain to my own daughter, who is only eleven turning twelve in just a few more hours from now, that twelve years ago after her mother died due to a horrific disease and she left her nothing but a journal behind? (slams down his fist on the chair's arm) It just frustrates me!

Christopher: (puts down his teapot) Relax, sir. I know it is frustrating to explain to Madeline what happened to Emily; but we must do something about it or it will be too late.

James: (seething) You don't need to remind me, Christopher!(sighs) Just put yourself in my shoes for a minute and try to analyze how I feel about this conflict right now. (rises up from his seat and pushes Christopher towards it) Here, sit in my seat and tell me how does it feel?

Christopher: Sir, sitting in your seat will not do anything for me about this problem.

James: That's right, because you don't understand, Christopher!(pinches the bridge of his nose) Excuse my temper, but you just don't understand, now do you?

Christopher: Of course I do. Twelve years ago, you lost your wife.

James: And twelve years ago, Maddie lost her mother and she believes it's her own fault!

Christopher: (surprised) James sir! You mean she is...

James: (sighs deeply) Yes, Christopher. As much as I want to lie or even forget about it, Madeline still believes it's her fault that Emily is dead; even after all of these years. She still won't let it go, no matter how much I, Lewis and David, her doctor try to help her. Nothing works anymore. But despite all this, I believe there is still hope for not only us, but for her as well.

Christopher: (concerned) Sir, are you sure about this?

James: (snaps at him quickly) Of course, I'm sure about this! I'm her father after all! (speaks calmly again as he begins to pace back and forth) Of course, her next appointment with Dr. Lee will be here until her party starts of course.

Christopher: And this means what exactly, sir?

James: Christopher, my dear man. Don't you know? Dr. Lee always knows the answer to all of our problems, no matter what. (grins brightly) In fact, he already understands Maddie more than any of us have throughout these years.

Christopher: (confused) But sir, how will this work out?

James: (walks over to Christopher and puts his hand on his shoulder) My dear Christopher, Dr. Lee is a specialist in the mentally insane.

Christopher: (offended) Sir, how dare you say that about Young Maddie!

James: (quiets him down as he grits his teeth) I don't mean like that! (takes a deep breath) What I mean is, think about it: It has been twelve years since Emily's tragic passing, and in those twelve years, Madeline hasn't moved on. Even if she doesn't show it, I know deep down what she is suffering from.

Christopher: (gasps) Sir, you don't mean...

James:(nods his head) As much as I hate to explain it, Maddie, my own daughter might be mentally ill with a horrendous disease called melancholia.

Christopher: (trembling) James sir, there's no way you can...

James: What, tell her? Of course I won't. (pause) Not just yet.

Christopher: Not yet!

James: I'm her father, I can't just hide the truth from her!

Christopher: But she'll be horrified to learn that term! Especially from her own father!

James: Be that as it may, somebody has to help us. Somebody has to help us realize that Maddie may be insane, might be upset, most likely is suffering from melancholy. I pray to God that Dr. Lee will help us understand more of this disease, and that my beloved daughter will not be alone on this journey if he will diagnose her with it. I'm very sure that she will be informed, "Maddie, you have melancholia. It's where you suffer from external sadness. Due to the twelve-year anniversary of your mother's death coming up, you most likely have this disease; this illness, this thing that makes you upset even when you don't want to be. It's not your fault, but with the help of your family and I, we can help you make it through."

Christopher: Sir, this feels like a difficult challenge.

James: Difficult, what's diffcult is that my daughter is turning twelve in less than three hours, and I'm in a crisis not knowing when or how to tell her she is most likely insane; suffering from the worst possible thing ever. And you, Christopher, are making it harder for me to think what to do about it!

(A knock on the mansion's door is heard, followed by a voice.)

Voice: James, Christopher, somebody.

James: (astonished) By George, it's Lewis and David! Let them in, Christopher, let them in at once!

Christopher: Yes sir, on it sir.

And that's all I have for now! Please give me any feedback to help me improve!

UPDATE: 1/11/24

I made a few corrections and edits thanks to a Discord friend of mine!

Please enjoy and correct me if anything else needs work!

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