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aezuria · 26 days

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*ੈ✎ you know i'm such a fool, for you

—linger; the cranberries

content: leo valdez x daughter of aphrodite! reader

╰┈▸ back cover: part I | part II | part III

╰┈▸ warnings: cursing.. are we surprised tho, also drew is not a stuck up bitch because rick totally mischaracterized her IDC IF HES THE AUTHOR she just gives mean older sister who secretly thinks ur alright okay???

librarian's annotations: long awaited part 3 guys + tagging the moots that i think were waiting ! @hopelesslyromanticshark @s1utlvr @crownofgildedlilies @pinkdiorluvr

"so... how are we gonna break it to him?"

jason looked up from his book, his glasses sliding back up his nose. "break what to who?"

"you know.. break it to leo that y/n might not like him?" percy gestured, before throwing his turtle plushie up like a ball.

frank blinked owlishly at him. "what gave you that idea?"

the other boy caught the plushie and paused. "what do you mean?"

"isn't it super obvious that they both like each other and are mutually pining over each other?" jason closed his book. "like, i didn't see it at first, but it was so obvious after leo finally followed her."

"she does? wait, so i wasn't actually lying to leo when i was hyping him up?" percy sat up, his face brightened at knowing that he was guilt-free.

"well, i wouldn't say you weren't lying-" frank started before the door slammed open.

"are you guys having a gossip session? without me?" leo appeared in the doorway of poseidon's cabin, an utterly aghast expression on his face. "um, what the actual flip?"

"there is no way you just said that."

"i was using it ironically!"

alldaladiesluvleo shared a note "having a gossip session without me is a new low i hate ALL OF YOU FOR REALS THIS TIME" ╰┈▸ loveloveyn replied to your note "STOP WHY DID MY FRIENDS LITERALLY DO THE SAME THING"

leo went back to his bunker after frank had shoved him back out the door. he was taking a much needed phone break after working on another contraption he had yet to finish. "holy shit!" leo almost dropped the phone on his face after getting the notification. oh my gods, she just texted me! play it cool! but playing it cool was not wired into his brain.

‎‏alldaladiesluvleo ‏‏does that mean were matching rn ‎‏‏‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎loveloveyn‏‎ omg i think so

you sent the message before you could think about it. wait, wait wait. does that count as flirting? that's gotta count as flirting, right? a giddy smile spread across your face as you rolled over in bed. the "group meeting" annabeth had shooed you away from was quickly forgotten, replaced by your current conversation with leo.

loveloveyn ‏‏so like if ur friends left u and MY friends left me.. alldaladiesluvleo ..we should totally ditch them and hang out tgt‎‏‏‎?? loveloveyn ‏‏YESS

we're actually gonna hang out! leo sat up in shock. was it that easy!? he started to regret the months of longing glances and waiting around for nothing. was i was too forward? i wasn't, right? she used all caps and an extra letter at the end so that must mean she wants to hang out too, right? yeah! without his designated hypeman, he had to go and hype himself up.

alldaldiesluvleo going to ur cabin rn

"what the fuck!?" you rolled out of bed in a panic and tripped on the mess of clothes you had yet to put into your wardrobe. you muttered another curse and hauled yourself up to look in the mirror. the sight before you was not one to behold; your bedhead was crazy, your camp half-blood shirt was wrinkled, and your makeup was smudged from your unplanned nap.

you took a brush and combed it through your hair, trying to get the knots out as quick as humanely possible. drew watched your fix-up frenzy from her perch, legs swinging over her bunk. "someone's got a date!" she smirked. "you look disgusting. need some help?"

"don't think there's any time," you grumbled, trying clean up your smudged mascara and smooth out your shirt. "now do i look like i didn't just get out of bed?" you spun around in a slow circle under her watchful eye.

she shrugged at your stunning presentation. "you look as good as you can get? now go and have fun with your ugly boyfriend." drew hopped off her bunk and pushed you to the door.

"he's not ugly! and he's not my boyfriend!"

"yet!"

drewtanakax shared a note "hate couples praying on their downfall rn (JUST DATE ALREADY)"

"hey," leo waved as he reached the cabin. you were just about to flip drew off when you caught sight of him.

"hey!" you waved back, already feeling the nervousness creep up on you. shit, i didn't think this through! what if he thinks i'm weird for acting like we were already friends?

"so." leo's voice broke you out of your thoughts. "shitty friends we have, huh?"

"totally," you nodded. "like, that was just so unbelievably rude. after all we've done, too." you put a hand over your heart dramatically.

"exactly! i thought they were like, my best friends. where am i ever gonna find a replacement?" he gave you a pointed look, his eyebrows raised as if he was waiting for you to say something.

you took the hint and grinned. "hey! i could be your new bestie!"

"really!? you're a lifesaver!" in a spur of the moment, leo took your hands in his and jumped up and down.

you laughed and jumped along with him, caught up in his enthusiasm.

"that means.." leo stopped bouncing, a mock serious expression on his face. "we have to show them what they're missing by having the most fun day ever!"

"yeah!"

drewtanakax shared a story caught these bitches frolicking in the fields can they go die

you replied to their story stop being such a hater this is why u dont have a gf

alldaladiesluvleo tagged you in a post hanging out w my newer, cooler, AWESOMER bestie WITHOUT U GUYS

herseaweedbrain WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS LEO jasongrace is this what a hard launch is? frankzhangnotocean does this mean ur gonna shut up now

loveloveyn tagged you in a post notice the good time im having with my super cool and better bestie INSTEAD OF YOU FAKES

thepiedpiper WHERE THE FUCK DID THIS COME FROM hiswisegirl is this where youve been all day?? ditching us for a MAN tell me everything rn hazyhazel omg! are you guys dating now?

librarian's annotations: sooo i wanted to make this the last one but i feel like it would be moving too fast if i made them FR get tgt in this one so (next one will probably be short cause im running out of ideas HELP ME)

#*ੈ✎ stories #leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez x y/n #leo valdez x you #hoo #heroes of olympus #pjo #pjo hoo toa #hoo x reader #heroes of olympus x reader #pjo x reader #percy jackson and the olympians x reader #percy jackson and the olympians

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hxzbinwrites · 3 months

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Yayyy! Vox was who I wanted to make a request for so I was thinking what if female reader is an overlord who deals with weapons that can kill sinners and hellborn. Maybe she is also an owner of a nightclub? maybe she died in the 1920s and she knew Alastor as well and maybe she’s had a crush on him but he’s not interested in her so then she goes and she dates Vox but then she catches him positioned with Val and she doesn’t know the extent how Valentino is abusing Vox so then fast forward 7 years later and they meet again because she’s helping Alastor and of course that makes Vox jealous and angry and Vox just wants her back and he’ll do anything to show her that he changed and he just wants her back. And maybe he explains how Val treated him and then a happy ending heheh. 🤭 I love your stories. Also maybe reader is badass and is like doesn’t need a man because she got herself but she also loves when Vox protects her? Kinda like that song on TikTok from Olivia Rodrigo that goes “I’m a feminist obviously but I wouldn’t really mind him saving me”

Vox x Fem! Overlord! Weapons Dealer! Reader | Stayed Gone

(A/n): IM BACCKKKK!!! Sorry this is kind rushed, but it was a really fun write!!! I’m promise I’ll get working on more requests but i’m gonna take it easy to slide back into writing after my little break! Thank you to all of those who supported me through this!! ❤️❤️

Warnings ⚠️: Cussing, Vox is OOC, Cheating, Violence, Short (sorry :( )

“YOU SON OF A BITCH!” (Y/n) said, throwing a wine glass across the room, particularly aiming at the TV who was caught in the act with a certain moth.

“(Y/n), babe, ‘ts not what it looks like I swear-“

“Oh really?” She said, a venomous lilt in her voice,”cause right now it looks like you’re getting screwed by your little business partner? Huh? Am I not right on the money sugar? Oh, but where’s that little sarcastic buzzer now?!”

Vox slipped his pants on, zipping up his fly while trying to walk towards (Y/n)

“I swear, you’ve got it all wrong. I’m..this isn’t…we’re not…”

“Save it.” She said,”This, us, is over. Our business deal is over. And if you even try to negotiate or give me some shitty excuse, this little turf you have will belong to my empire and become my next factory.”

Vox was left, standing here, shirt off and wrinkled pants on, watching as the love of his life took the bare necessities and walked out of his life, all while Valentino watched and smirked at the sight.

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7 Years Later

“THAT FUCKER IS BACK!!” Vox screamed, his fists slamming down on the table. A month before (Y/n) walked out, the infamous Radio Demon went MIA, and has now returned to the scene, alongside the Princess of Hell, Charlie Morningstar.

“Yeah” Valentino said, in a sultry voice,”I thought he was gone for good too”

“It’s been seven years!” Vox huffed, turning away from the screen, missing a very crucial person who just walked outside to scope the situation of the attack on the hotel.

“You still pissed he almost beat you that time, right before your little angel walked out~?” Valentino teased, rubbing Vox’s digital cheek on his screen, causing a squeegee noise to be emitted

“Uh, fuck you!”

“Just saying!”

“Things have changed a lot since they both left town!”

“That’s for sure”

“I gotta send a message to who’s, really in charge of things now!!”

“Welcome home, I’m gonna make you wish that you’d stayed gone! Say hello, to a new status quo. Everyone knows that there’s a brand new dawn, turn the TV ON!!!”

“Top of the hour, and we’re discussing a certain ‘has-been’ who has been spotted cavorting around town after a seven year absence! Did anybody miss him? Did anybody notice? More on tonight’s program!”

“So the Radio Demon is back in town! Why’s he hanging around? What does that mean for your family? Well handily I’ve got good news, he’s a loser, a fossil, and I don’t mean to sound hostile, but the demon is a coward!”

“You can take that as gospel! Pulling my viewers? Impossible. I’m visual, he’s barely audible! Stop giving him the time of day, don’t listen to a word he’d say! I hope he had a nice vacay, but he should’ve STAYED AWAY!”

“While he rid in radio, we’ve pivoted to video! Now his medium is getting bloody rare!! Hell’s been better since he split! Where’s he been? Who gives a shit!”

“Salutations! Good to be back on the air~!” A familiar, static filled voice responded.

“Yes I know it’s been a while, since someone with style, treated Hell to a proper broadcast. Sinners rejoice!-“

“What a dated voice!-“

“Instead of a clout-chasing, mediocre video podcast-“

“C’mon!”

“Is Vox insecure? Perusing allure? Flitting between this fad and that, is nothing working?”

“Ignore his chirping!”

“Everyday he’s got a new format!”

“You’re looking at the future, he’s the shit that comes before that!”

“Is Vox as strong as he purports? Or is it based on his support? He’d be powerless without the other Vees!”

“Oh please!”

“And here’s the sugar on the cream, he asked me to join his team! I said no, stole his girl, and now he’s pissy, that’s the tea!”

“WHAT?! YOU OLD-TIMEY P-PRICK, ILL SHOW YOU SUF-UF-FFERING!!!!”

“Uh oh, looks like the TV is buffering” A new voice said, mocking Vox’s breakdown. Except it wasn’t a “new” voice, it was (Y/n). (Y/n), with Alastor, at the Hazbin Hotel.”

“ILL DESTROY-Y YOUUUUUU”

“I’m afraid you’ve lost your signal” Alastor said, taking the mic back before finishing his number.

“Let’s begin~”

“I’m gonna make you wish that I’d stayed gone! Tune on in! When I’m done, your status quo will know it’s race is run! Oh this will be fun!”

Vox could hear Alastor laughing alongside (Y/n) in the background, as his monitors start to flash “no signal”

“FUCK!” He whines

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The gang was all downstairs, Charlie explaining what tomorrows fun activity would be when a loud banging was heard on the door.

“A NEW GUEST!!” Charlie squealed, stars in her pupils, as she ran to go open the door, only to be met with a very tall TV Overlord.

Alastor’s antlers shot out of his head while (Y/n)‘s weapons were at the ready.

“I come with no harm!” Vox said, raising his hands, before locking eyes with (Y/n). His digital eyes made little heart pupils before blinking them away, embarrassed.

“(Y/n)…” he breathlessly said,”I-I know you hate me…but please, I-“

“Save it Vox.”

“I wish I could explain to you that night, or even today, but I can’t! This….deal has my lips sealed shut my love-I mean (Y/n). I-I just…I cannot explain myself with this contract I have.”

“Wait” Angel Dust said,”You’re Valentino’s little situationship, right?”

“If that’s what you wanna call it….”

“Wait….oh shit” Angel said, walking over to him,”I…I know what it’s like…”

“I know…I see you around his studio…I’m not above owning souls, I have my own, but to work with him…? I’d…..I’d free you all in a heartbeat….”

“Vox?” (Y/n) said,”are you in some sort of deal with Val over your…body.”

Vox could only look at her, not able to give her any conformation.

“Oh Vox…I…I didn’t know…I-“

“I know dear…” Vox said, smiling sadly,”but you have a erm….partner, of sorts, not your finest option but whatever, now and I wouldn’t want to intervene-“

“Oh Alastor? Me and him aren’t in a relationship” (Y/n) replied,”You know him, Mr. Ace in the Hole!”

“A what now?-“

“Ohhhhh, that…that explains so much.” Vox said, looking at the Radio Demon.

“Vox…I-I think we need to go home, talk about this in private….after I squish a bug.”

“Okay…” Vox said, holding (Y/n)‘s hand,”but what about this hotel?”

“I’ll still work here, with everyone, I believe in the cause. I just didn’t think you’d want to.”

“Maybe I can….put some ads on if you’d like-“

“YES YES YES PLEASE THANK YOU MR. VOX SIR ID REALLY APPRECIATE IT!!!” Charlie said, shaking Vox’s other hand,”IM CHARLIE!!”

Vox smiled, a genuine smile for the first time in a while,”Yeah, yeah I think I need to hang here a little more often…detox a little…”

“Good, I can’t have you stressed out too much, I just got you back.” (Y/n) said, rubbing his digital cheek affectionately,”my little trophy husband”

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ellieswifie · 6 months

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Need a Matt celebrating the readers bday 🥺 for all my scorpios out there

mattt celebrating readers birthday

𐙚 short!

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEAUTIFUL." matt muttered as he woke you up with kisses planted all over your face. his arms were wrapped around your waist as you attempted to open your lazy eyes. "and good morning, pretty."

you moaned softly, turning your face away from matt. matt giggled to himself as he admired you laying in his bed.

you don’t usually spend the night over at his because it’s hard to get some alone time with his brothers, but after watching a few movies and a couple make out sessions, you were wiped by twelve and didn’t want to get up and leave. so you figured staying the night wouldn’t be a problem, considering it’s also your birthday.

you stretched your arms out, yawning as you turned back to watch matt sitting up on his elbow, smiling at you. he brushed fly Ways aways out your face as you attempted to but a lazy smile on your face. "morning.” you whispered.

matt couldn’t help himself but smile wider.

"i already see some wrinkles, old woman." matthew said and you felt yourself finally wake as you punched his shoulder playfully. "ouch! i was just kidding. you look pretty, always."

the tension in the air grew hot as you just started at matt. his blue eyes gleaming into yours while you laid under his glaze. "thank you.." you whisper, leaning up from the bed.

you both go in for the kiss before matt’s door swings open and your guys eyes shoot towards the door.

"happy birthday bitch!!!" nick screamed as he tossed confetti around matt’s room. chris came strolling along after him, carrying a pancake with a single lit candle. "your finally twenty!!" nick added, going towards the bed you and matt laid.

nick shoved matt slightly, reaching to give you a long best friend hug. "god i can’t believe we all are so old now what the fuck." you groan into the hug, before nick pulls away.

"we made you a pancake! the others were burnt but… this one is perfect!" chris smiled, holding the single plate in front of you. you turned to matt, giving him a single kiss before the brothers all sang you happy birthday, before blowing into the burning flame.

"yay!" nick beamed, clapping his hands. "what did you wish for?" asked matt beside you.

you shake your head, rubbing his cheek with your finger. his brothers gagged, frowning at how lovely you guys were. nick and chris both left the room to either call in food, or raid what they have in the pantry because cooking wasn’t an option anymore.

"i‘ve got everything i want here…" you whispered, meeting his eyes. "with you."

matt’s gaze grew soft as he rolled over so he laid on top of you. the back of his hand trailed down your sides, creeping past your tank top.

"everything?" matt asked, looking down your body. you nodded your head smiling at him.

“we found frozen french toast!" you heard chris yell form the kitchen. "we just gotta put them in the microwave!"

matt head falls and you give him a long lingering kiss, before you pull back biting down on your lower lip. "everything but french toast?" you say, rolling out from under him.

matt groaned rolling out of bed with you, reaching for your hand as he dragged you out the bedroom.

. . .

"you fucking cheated!" chris shouted at nate as played his last uno card on the table. "you cheater!"

nate stuck his tongue out at everyone while he won the game. he deserved it consider how many cards were getting added to his stack, but chris still insisted he had extra cards up his sleeves. "don’t play the player blame the game." nathan shrugged, standing from the couch.

chris turned to you and you shrugged, looking around the room to notice matt isn’t seated beside you anymore.

“i think it’s time for a break," madi suggested, causing the group to nod and separate from the living room.

chris, nick, and matt had planed a small party with some of your guys close friends from school and social media. you loved the little surprise, but something felt off. maybe it was the fact that matt had been slightly distant the night, or you just weren’t feeling it.

you noticed your boyfriend standing in the living room grabbing a soda from the fridge. you walked over towards him in your sparkly dress, sneakers dragging across the floor.

when nick mentioned that dinner plans weren’t working out you immediately tossed the heels across the room and pulled on one of matt’s old pairs of shoes.

"matty…" you whispered, sneaking up on him, before standing beside him near the closed fridge. his frown immediately turned upside down when he caught sight of you. he was wearing a white button up that was also meant for dinner, but it’s now slightly wrinkled and the first two buttons are undone.

he wrapped a lazy arm around your shoulders holding you close as you guys stood watching your friends around the house.

"everything okay?" you ask, looking up at him. matt almost immediately nods. "yes, it’s your day and i just want you to spend time with your friends."

you snort, leaning into your boyfriends bear arms. "well i want to spend time with you too."

"you are spending time with me right now, baby…"

you lick your lips softly, noticing chris and nate still arguing about uno. "you know what i mean." you drag out, looking at matt. a small smirk plays on his face, but you stop him and grab both his hands. it’s your birthday party and right now you just want to dance with your boyfriends hands around you, and hear the laughter of your friends.

"come dance with me." you smile, moving your guys hands together. matt interwines your fingers before he spins you around to the rhythm of the music playing from chris’s speaker.

"anything for my birthday girl."

#ellieswifie #gracie writes #fem!reader #fluff #matt sturniolo #mattthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo fluff #matthew #matt #sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #happy birthday #request #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets

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semiweirdshipper · 7 months

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Altering Wesker's personality to make him an emotional supporter.

Usually I write this process on paper when I need to work on a slashers personality, but I wanted to share it with you guys so you could get an idea on how I turn the bad guys into emotional supporters.

So when it comes to working on the slashers' personalities, I always try to find a way to make them each more kind, sympathetic, supportive and likable while still somewhat staying true to their unique personality traits. Normally this process comes easy. I've never really struggled much with altering a slashers personality....

Until prince blondy bitch came into the picture that is.

Yes, this rip-off Corey Hart makes me wanna hit the snooze button in my brain every time I think about him. He's just so DIFFICULT and his personality is extremely unattractive to me. But I have him put down for future roles in billions of my fics and drabbles, so mentally I can't ignore him. I've gotta work on his personality and turn him into a proper emotional supporter.

Let's break down those traits, shall we?

Prince blondy is-

- narcissistic

- controlling

- manipulative

- dishonest

- powerful

- sadistic

- cunning

- polite only when he wants to be or if he's trying to manipulate someone

- disloyal

- teases and taunts people.

- gets jealous and loses his temper.

- gets bored of his friends and romantic partners

- views most people as insignificant and lesser than him.

- backstabbing attitude

- merciless

- gets bored easily and abandons people and/or projects.

- rude.

- does not value people for who they are but rather the benefits they can provide him with. Once someone is no longer valuable to him, he either runs away or kills them.

Yeah.... He's a real tough one. There's not a lot of positivity going on with this one. He's got every unattractive trait from A to Z. Imagining him as a supporter is like trying to walk on needles.

So what do I do during hard times like these? I make the positivity myself. I alter his bitch traits and give him some positive ones.

Altered Wesker

- Let's make him narcissistic still but with the ability to accept competition and rivalry without getting jealous or murderous.

- let's make him honest. Brutal honesty or keeping his mouth shut is better than lying.

- He hates unfinished business and will not abandon anyone or anything without explaining himself first.

- he can be manipulative but only during serious situations.

- He owns up to his failures, mistakes and misunderstandings. (There's nothing more attractive than a person who can admit they're wrong).

- he is still very intelligent, strong and powerful.

- He's still obsessed with uroboros and will murder, but he's more empathetic and less sadistic. He won't murder people he cares about.

- uses his honesty to defend his loyalty.

- has a high standard for people he considers worthy of his time. These worthy people will receive his kindness, consideration and attention.

- Likes independence, trust and dependability. These are traits he seeks in a partner.

- still egotistical and holds himself in high regard.

That's just some of the traits I'm giving him to make him more supportive. Now for a little bit of writing. Albert Wesker x reader headcanons. These help me get an even deeper understanding of his personality.

Original/unaltered: Wesker x reader.

Wesker enters the breakroom and notices you sitting at a table. You looked horrible; your hair messy, your eyes dark and your outfit wrinkled. What a ghastly sight for him to walk in on. You should do a better job keeping yourself in proper shape.

Focused on ignoring you, Wesker made his way to the coffee machine on the other side of the room. His brow twitched in frustration at the sound of your pitiful "morning sir". Of course he couldn't go without drawing your worthless attention.

"(y/n)," He answered flatly, his back facing you, "Don't you have morning patrol?"

"Leon switched me," You answered, "I had a really long night last night. It was rough..."

"Excuses, excuses," Wesker glared at the bitter taste of his coffee. Why couldn't things just be the way he wanted them to be? "Allowing your personal life to get in the way of your job is insubstantial. Do better next time."

You remained silent, soon finishing your beverage and rising up to leave.

Wesker didn't notice nor did he care.

Altered/my version: Wesker x reader. (same situation)

Wesker entered the breakroom and immediately noticed you sitting in your lonesome at a table. You looked exhausted and unkempt, the expression on your face tired and miserable. Hm, he wondered what was wrong. Normally you were well dressed and always upbeat.

"(y/n)," He addressed as he slowly walked past you, turning his head to meet your eyes.

Despite your situation, you still managed a smile at him, your body lifting and your voice kind, "Oh, morning sir. How're you doing today?"

He always respected how considerate and proper you were even during difficult times. "I'm doing well. And you?" He continued to give glances to you as he fixed himself some coffee.

"I'm fine," You say softly, "Just a rough night."

Ah, so it was something personal most likely. "I see you swapped positions with Kennedy. I'd rather not have short notices like this in the future. After you're finished here, meet me in my office and we will discuss what you are going through."

You smiled weakly and blushed. Wesker always knew when something was wrong, and he was always so quick to provide any care he possibly could. He really was a good boss.

That morning, Wesker sat with you in the breakroom.

Aaaannnnnndddd.... Emotional support slasher born. BOOM!

The reason why I have so much trouble writing prince blondy is because I really don't like him. His personality is like a smelly trashcan to me and if I ever met him in real life I'd kick him in the balls so hard his motherless grandkids would feel it. But creating these writing templates helps me to view him underneath a different light. It's how I build personalities and familiarize them.

I've done this process on paper for multiple killers. I just thought it would be fun to share with you how I altered personalities to write my stories.

#slasher fanfiction #resident evil fanfiction #dead by daylight fanfiction #albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #alternate universe #emotional support slashers #Wesker is such a pain in the arithmetics #I said I was gonna be more open and share my crap #So here I am #I'm sharing my crap #And it's probably going to backfire

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demonichikikomori · 1 year

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Cake Flavored Shrimp

Jade Leech x Fem!Reader x Floyd Leech

Word Count [Ao3]: 3.9k+ Word Count Tumblr: 2.7k+

Art by roku_ on Danbooru

Haaaaappy birthday dear Jade and Floooooooyd... H... Happy late birthday... PLEASE DON'T PUNISH ME!! Just kidding!~! Hehe, I finished this a little late. But, please enjoy the fish men doing their fish man thing. Ao3 Link is Right Here!

SUMMARY:

Your job was to do the Birthday Boy interview for the Tweels as you have done it for many students in the past. So why does it feel so different? As you sat sandwiched between them to ask questions; You started to wonder if you would be able to finish your interview in one piece.

Tags: The D in Devil stands for Dubious/Inappropriate usage of a tie/'Good Girl'/Choking/Jade and Floyd are mean

It was surrounded by colorful wrapping paper, torn and wrinkled from their already opened gifts. One was a small terrarium glass Jade must have received, a luxurious looking shoebox pushed off to the side, and in the center of the table was a much smaller cake than the one in the Mostro Lounge. Two tiers tall with a pair of eels on the top, smirking deviously from their nestled space in the lavender colored frosting and the ring of strawberries. Two pieces were cut out of it. A personal cake for them to share.

“What a treat to have the Prefect visit us on our birthday. What more could a moray wish for?” Jade hummed with a smile, as Floyd looked away with a smirk. “Pants that cover my ankles.” He responded as Jade turned his face away to hide his smile. “Please Floyd, I was trying to be sincere.” Jade held back a soft laugh and gently elbowed his twin. “Now, what brings you here? Are you offering us birthday wishes? Perhaps, the party in the lounge was too overwhelming?” Jade asked curiously, eyeing you up and down before his gaze settled on the notepad in your hands. His eyebrows creased, but his smile remained. “Surely you didn’t just come here for work related reasons?” That was exactly what you came here for. “Well, someone has to do your Birthday Boy interview. Well, I should say ‘Boys’ in your case.” You rocked on your heels with a small grin. You would love to stick around after, but you left Grim over by the snack table and you were sure he planned to cause trouble.

Jade’s eyes seemed to widen for a moment as Floyd smiled even wider. “Whaaaat? Really? I forgot the school did stuff like that. Okay, okay so you gotta interrogate us? What do we get after?” The long legged twin asked as you began to feel intimidated. Floyd was a difficult person to work with unlike Jade. You could hear the music playing from within the dorm getting louder as you pressed your back against the door. You wished you brought Grim with you for the interview, for now you were on your own. “Oh, I don’t think anything I could give you guys could compare to what you already have.” You dismissively waved your hand as Floyd began to pout. “No dice then Shrimpy.” He crossed his arms over his chest as Jade leaned over, whispering into Floyd’s ear with a smile. They were staring at you now.

“I’m a bitch whole daddy, but she calls me baby.” Floyd murmured along with the song playing softly on the overhead as Jade chuckled quietly. His knee nudged against Floyd’s as they eyed you up and down once more. You shuddered, swearing your eyes were playing tricks on you. It was as if they were looking at you like something to wash down their birthday cake.

You owed them some kind of gift after all.

It is their birthday and you are a guest at their party. But you didn’t exactly have anything to offer. You survived on your Crowley allowance fund. And trying to satisfy Floyd’s shoe taste and Jade’s irreplaceable terrariums… You weren’t exactly in the position to pull either out of your back pockets. “Why don’t you just sit with us for now. Please, we insist. Don’t we Floyd?” Jade asked with a slight turn of his head as the pair distanced themselves with soft chuckles filling the small V.I.P room. Enough space in between them to fit one little Shrimpy.

You looked back at the door before slowly creeping over to the couch. You felt even more anxious now. And all that was offered was a seat between them. You swallowed the lump in your throat, feeling your mouth fill with cotton as you took the side Jade was seated on. His sharp eyes held a mischievous gaze as he relaxed into the couch, smiling innocently as you got closer. “S… Scuse me.” You whispered, turning so your back faced Jade in your attempt to shuffle past. You yelped as something yanked hard on your suspenders at the same time something swiped roughly at your ankles. You landed in Jade’s lap with a cry. Did Jade do that? There’s no way you could have imagined it, but Jade would never do something like that either. You felt his warm hands sliding over your exposed thighs, smoothing over your skin before they snaked up to rest on your hips. You hadn’t seen Jade’s bare hands this close before. Especially not groping at you. You wished you had time to admire his manicured nails as they dug into your clothed body. Jade’s grip was firm and you could hear Floyd snickering. Before you could apologize and squirm free, Jade had already spoken up. “Oh dear, were you always this clumsy? Maybe you’re exhausted from the party. Please, be a little more careful.” He cooed softly as you felt his teeth latch onto the back of your shirt collar. His nose nudged against the back of your neck as you nodded in understanding. “Sorry.” You murmured, although the situation had to be Jade’s fault. His teeth freed the fabric of your shirt as his thumbs rubbed delicate circles against your sides. “I forgive you.” His breath tickled over your now burning skin as you attempted to slip out of Jade’s lap.

You only ended up rolling your hips into the right handed twin. And the left handed one wasn’t too happy about that.

“Move already Shrimpy!” He snapped, grabbing you by your tie and yanking hard. Floyd would have strangled you had Jade continued to hold you in his lap. You let out a sound of distress as Floyd was now tugging and pulling at your limbs, leaving your neck sore from his rough yanking as you were practically tossed onto the suede couch. You were now seated between Jade and Floyd. The taller twin’s fist was still clenched around your tie as he glared at you, and you rubbed over your throat with a few coughs. “Making moves on Jade like I ain’t watchin’? Are you a pervert?” He growled and tugged on your tie again, yanking you into his side as his other hand squeezed your cheeks. His nails scraped into the sides of your face as your mouth was now hidden behind his palm. He was smiling again. “I guess pervert Shrimpy’s are okay. But don’t pay too much attention to Jade,” You wanted to bite Floyd. “I’m here too.” He laughed and shoved the back of your head roughly into the couch as one of Jade’s hands now relaxed on your thigh. His fingers tapped to the beat of the music playing as Floyd curled your tie around his fingers, looping it around each of his digits with a sharp-toothed smile.

You didn’t want to do the interview any more.

You were uneasy as you looked between them. Noticing they were staring at you expectantly. Jade gave the flesh of your thigh a light squeeze. Right. As if they would let you get up and leave so easily. You shrunk into the couch and cleared your throat. “F… First question. Um,” You trailed off as Jade’s hand began to inch towards your inner thigh. “H… How are you feeling with everyone celebrating for you…” You asked softly as the hand trailed higher and higher towards the zipper of your shorts. You snapped your thighs together, squeezing around Jade’s hand. He turned his head so you couldn’t see his expression. You assumed he was pouting. “I am deeply honored that everyone has come to celebrate for Floyd and me. However, while this might be unusual for me, I’m rather embarrassed with so many people wishing me a happy birthday.” Jade responded as Floyd reached over you to begin loosening your tie. Your eyes widened in alarm as you grabbed Floyd’s wrist, not realizing you had relaxed your thighs. “It’s loud and it’s tons of fun. We had parties back home, but none were ever this noisy.” Floyd answered your question as you choked back a whine. Jade’s fingers stroked over the cool zipper of your shorts, nudging against the sensitive bud hidden beneath two thin layers of clothing. “I like the ones here better, they’re not so formal.” Floyd’s voice became softer as he pulled your tie from around your neck.

Your head was spinning. Four hands against your two. “Oh my… You didn’t catch any of that. Were you even listening?” Jade asked, his voice full of faux concern as he leaned in closer. “Are you going to finish your interview? Little Shrimp?” Jade asked, his forehead bumped against your temple as he kissed the sensitive skin along your ears. The pads of his fingers continued to gently stroke over your crotch as Floyd was now pulling at your shirt buttons with a giggle. You were losing your composure. Coming unraveled as easily as your tie was from skilled and maybe even experienced hands. Jade was now unzipping your shorts as Floyd’s pressed his cheek against yours, his nose bumped against your other ear. “Shrimpy, you still didn’t give us a gift y'know? I said nooooo dice since you came empty handed.” He whispered, pressing his body into yours as you felt his set of sharp teeth clamp down on your earlobe. Much rougher than Jade’s gentle kisses to the cartilage.

“Askin’ me about shit I could care less about. Didn’t you come here because you wanted to see me?” He asked as the cool air began lapping over your now exposed chest. His hand slipped inside of the opened shirt to tug at the garment underneath. Floyd was smirking now. “Because you wanted to see us? I know you don’t care about this stupid interview. Quit fuckin’ with me.” His growl vibrated through your body all the way down to your core.

Your hips rutted into Jade’s gentle strokes as you weakly attempted to shut your thighs again. “Stop that.” Jade commanded quietly. The room was getting hotter as you tried to stop yourself from humping against the more composed twin’s fingers. You did honestly come to do your job. And now here you were, eyes watering as Floyd snatched up your skinny wrists with one hand, using your teal tie to wrap up your wrists with. “Wait-” You whimpered, swallowing down a gasp as Jade pulled his hand away. Now he was grabbing your suspenders to peel them off of your shoulders. “Wait for what?” Floyd asked with a hum as the tie was tied up into a neat bow. The twins stared you down as you were left speechless. “Wow Shrimpy, that's so thoughtful of you.” Floyd purred as his long fingers slipped into the side of your shorts, tugging at them with Jade as you squirmed in refusal. Jade was now smiling with his teeth on display, his eyes now half lidded. “I think this is the best gift we got all night. Right Jade?”

“Oh, I agree Floyd. None of the others we got are like this one. And personally handed to us by our dearest Prefect? What more could a moray ask for?” His words were sweet as you felt the air catch in your throat.

“I don’t think-“

“Nah, usually you don’t.” Floyd giggled as your shorts were tugged down your thighs. “Coming here alone? Into a private room with two guys? No magic or anything? You’re either a dummy or a pervert. And I like how the second one still sounds.” Floyd teased as his slimy tongue rolled over the craters his nails left in your cheek. So you tried kicking your legs, hoping to strike him and Jade as you let out a soft scream. You writhed and squirmed, feeling their hands groping at you until Jade’s bare hand wrapped around your throat. You stopped moving instantly as your throat bobbed beneath his grip. Constricting and squeezing like a snake would suffocate its prey. “Please understand our intentions dear Prefect.” Jade purred as he was now pressing his knee into the couch, one leg planted on the floor as he looked down on you. Floyd slipped your shorts further down your legs while humming to himself. They were flung into a pile of unopened gifts as if you wouldn’t need to retrieve them afterwards. “Moray eels and cleaner shrimp have symbiotic relationships. As do the three of us.” He smiled as you stared at him with terrified eyes. You understood what he was saying.

His cheeks were flushed with color as he leaned in closer, his nose was only millimeters away from yours. “Please, don’t look at me with fear. I’ll only get more excited… Little Shrimp.” He smiled as Floyd began pulling roughly at your panties next. You flashed a look at the busy handed twin and he was smiling back at you. A soft rip was heard and your blood ran cold. Before you could say anything, your attention was again stolen by Jade. “Focus.” He tutted as you looked at him with watery eyes. His half lidded gaze was burning into you hungrily. “You finish your interview, we get a gift from you. Understand?” He asked as you yelped and looked back down at Floyd. He had dug his teeth into the round flesh of your thigh, licking over a new set of craters. “Ah, she’s suuuuuper wet Jade. I think she really likes it. She really really does.” Floyd cooed as he kissed, licked, and sucked over the bite mark he left on your thigh. “We’ll make you feel just as good as we do. Then, we shall ship you out of here with your interview answers.” Jade assured as Floyd hooked an arm under your knee. He lifted your leg so your glistening cunt was now exposed. “Look! I toldja.” Floyd teased and began nipping at your leg. Kissing over each bite as if it was a form of apology. Jade’s spare hand rubbed over your suspended limb with a smile. “Just give me a yes. This won’t last too long.” Jade bumped his hips against your torso. You could feel how hard he was. This would all be over once you spoke.

“Okay, but… Please don’t hurt me.” You choked out breathlessly. Your face burning with embarrassment from your own submissive nature. The twins closed in on you, hands slipping between your thighs as Jade squeezed his fingers tighter around your throat. You let out a gargled sound, attempting to claw at his wrist with your bound hands. And he only flashed his sharp teeth in response to your futile attempts. “Such a good girl.”

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tommy and eddie is a fantastic thought. especially if you go off the hc steve used to give tommy money and send him to buy their weed. (bonus points for trans tommy i'm a sucker for him)

Steve gave Tommy money for weed again, exact cash for the usual shit, but unfortunately the prices have seemed to go up.

“Inflation, economics, whatever you wanna call it, man, can’t be helped!” Eddie closed his lunchbox with sharp snap and click. “If your King can’t pay, not my problem. I bow to no crown on my prices, Hernandez.”

“Nobody calls me by my last name, Munson.” Tommy scoffed, wrinkling his nose and tossing the twenty on the table. “Stevie gave me a twenty for the usual. I don’t wanna waltz back to mooch and then set up another meeting with you. It’s like booking with a dentist, you wait forever just to get an appointment and then they rip you off!”

“My services are highly valued. I’m a busy man.” Eddie smirked. “Twenty fives the price, H. You can get your King to book with me again.” Eddie shrugged. “You could run real quick and be back in ten minutes tops - I know you’re a sporty guy - or cough up your own cash.”

Eddie leaned in close with a tight, mirthful smile.

“Though I will warn you, I don’t do coins and I don’t have change. I can mark it in my book though,” He gestured with a finger to his lunchbox, crinkling his nose with the fake smile you’d see off a pissing receptionist after bothering her nail filing time. “Take whatever extra you give outta your next transaction.”

“You’re pulling my leg. Seriously?” Tommy huffed. “You’re looking real punchable, Munson.”

“But you can’t. Cause then I won’t sell to you or your little squad. And Reefer Ricks doing time so…” Eddie looked positively gleeful.

“You’re such a dick.”

“Twenty five or nothing, H.” Eddie shrugged like he didn’t care, that whatever Tommy chose, he’d still walk out of this the winner. Tommy scowled.

“…You’re a queer, right?” Eddie blinked, looking affronted as he shook his head like he had been told the moon was pink.

“Little left field, Hernandez, amigo, wanna show me how you worked your way to that conclusion? Cause I’m not very good at math, man.”

“You’re failing everything but theatre, Munson, everyone knows that.”

“I make a highly attractive Juliet.” Eddie fluttered his lashes. “It’s the hair.” He flipped it and Tommy rolled his eyes.

“Are you gay?”

“I’d prefer to say…open to interpretation?” Eddie looked like he was trying not to laugh but it came out in a few short chuffs, snorting a little as he hid his mouth with the back of his head.

“Sorry, sorry, I just- why are you even asking? More dirt? Everyone already thinks I’m a freak, for more than just my hobbies. The gay rumour circled in freshman year when I got caught staring at the mole on Jimmy’s ass, the one that looks like a starfish, you’re a little late.”

Tommy stared at him a long moment. His shaggy hair, his dark brown eyes, his mesh of soft and angular features. He tongued his cheek and sighed in disappointment at his own standards.

“I’ll suck your dick if you give me the bag free.” Eddie’s eyes fluttered for a moment, taken aback as his lips fell open and then clamped together into a pout.

“I’m almost insulted that you think you can buy my weed with sexual flavours.” He placed his fingers on the table and leaned back like he was aghast by the very idea. “This is a respectable business, Mister Herna—“

“Are you really gonna get another chance though?” Tommy cut him off, quirking a brow. He was playing cool but his stomach was twisting itself in knots. “You get the chance to make a prep your bitch for a minute.”

“A minute?”

“For a virgin like you, that’s me being nice.”

“God, you’re bitch.” Eddie rolled his eyes and looked past Tommy at a tree, staring intently as he thought about it, rubbing his chin and tongue running along his upper lip. Finally, he let out a heavy breath and shook his head, throwing his hands aside. “Well, now I gotta do it. Okay, deal.” He offered his hand and Tommy gave him a deadpanned expression as he took it, the man shaking firm before reaching for his belt.

“Oh, but if we do this,” Eddie continued as he unbuckled his belt and Tommy’s stomach swooped at the sound, shifting in his seat before he made a show of begrudgingly standing up. “I gotta blow you back.”

“What?” Tommy paused, squinting at him from across the table. “Why would you blow me?”

“Look, I’m just saying, if we do this, I gotta reciprocate.” Eddie looked up at him with wide eyes, like Tommy was being unreasonable.

“You can’t blow me back.” Tommy drawled, not even wanting to get into the technicalities of it.

“My morals, yes I have those, include equal transactions. If you suck my dick, that’s worth like two ounces, and I’m not giving you two, you’re buying one, so I have to blow you back.”

“You’re not sucking my dick, Munson.” Tommy groaned, eyes threatening to roll into the back of his skull at the man’s eccentricity. He came around the table and dropped to his knees, shoving his ringed hands off his unbuckled belt and popping the button of his jeans, tugging the zipper down.

“Geez, someone’s in a mood.” Eddie grumbled, but didn’t push him away as Tommy tugged his jeans just a tad lower, the metalhead spreading his legs further to accomodate the freckled brunet. Tommy reached into his brief to pull out his cock and huffed as the flaccid length.

“Aren’t you gay or something?” Tommy grumbled, brows coming together in a scowl. He was a little offended, okay? He passed as a guy, so it’s not like Eddie’s dick would just magically know, alright? He should be hard at just the thought of Tommy sucking him off! Tommy was attractive, maybe not the way Steve was, but he was. Carol definitely thought so.

“Girls, guys, I don’t care, I can be into it.”

“Why aren’t you hard then?” Tommy hissed and Eddie laughed like he didn’t have his soft dick out in the open.

“I mean, you’re pretty and all, H, but usually I’m more in the lead in these encounters.”

“I thought you were a virgin.” Tommy muttered.

“I’m not, asshole. But usually when I’m…in the bedroom, in the mood, I take the reins, I usually…focus on my partner first, make sure they see sparks, and that’s usually what leads to me getting—“ Tommy rolled his eyes at his slow and vague explanation and spat on his hand, stroking Eddie from base to tip and back again.

“Oh, that’s work.” Eddie’s lips formed a small ‘o’, groaning softly. Tommy smirked, feeling him harden in his fist as he stripped his cock. Eddie’s hand gripped the edge of the table as he breathed through his nose, pushing his bangs back from his face but they just fell back into place.

Tommy wasn’t going to drag this out, so he opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the tip, ducking his head down the length in short, steady bobs. It’s not like it was his first time sucking dick. He drunkly gave a freshman his first blowjob when he was a sophomore, he sucked Steve’s dick more than once while they were high as shit, and Carol had plenty of fun teasing him with toys when they were dating. They were currently on break though over something dumb he said that got blown out of proportion, so he didn’t have to feel guilty about this.

He traced his tongue over the underside of his cock, swirling it around the tip and suckling, the way he knew looked good. Steve once said he had full lips made for being wrapped around a cock.

Eddie groaned and the sound tingled through his body, shifting on his knees to squeeze his thighs together as he worked two thirds of his cock into his mouth, nudging the back of his throat. A hand rested upon his head and he was half tempted to pull off and tell him to fuck off, but then Eddie’s fingers sunk into his hair, running through the stands and pulling back, petting him, and any thoughts of fighting the touch left his mind.

“God, you’re a lot prettier when you shut up, man.” Eddie cupped the back of his head, petting behind his ear as he guided Tommy’s head further down. Tommy resisted with a soft gag before he huffed out through his nose and relaxed his throat, eyes fluttering shut. Eddie was only getting this once, so he may as well let this guy have his moment.

If he was with Carol or Steve he would have touched himself by now, and it was driving him a little crazy how hot Eddie’s voice was when he felt good, deep and raspy. It was making him throb, the hand in his hair, the cock nestling in his throat, the moan Eddie gave as Tommy nuzzled his coarse dark curls. He smelt like musk and old spice, and it made Tommy dizzy when he was so close to it.

Eddie rolled his hips ever so slightly and Tommy moaned, soft and barely audible, but Eddie felt it. He paused for half of a second before he rolled his hips one more time. Tommy groaned lowly, grasping Eddie’s thighs.

“Oh shit,” Eddie laughed weakly. “That’s fuckin’ priceless, man, Jesus.”

His grip tightened in his hair and the prickles of pain zapped down his spine, turning into pleasure as his cunt ached, clenching around nothing. Eddie pulled him off his cock and Tommy gasped softly, sucking in a deep breath before Eddie slipped back past open lips, nailing the back of his throat with a guttural moan. Tommy choked, tears prickling the rim of his eyes on reflex, swallowing around the intrusion.

“Fuck, that’s really hot.” Eddie breathed out, fucking Tommy’s mouth onto his cock as the freckled boy grew misty eyed, moaning softly.

Eddie tipped his head back with a long, quiet groan, and Tommy used the moment to grind against his palm for a moment of relief, boxers sticky and damp. He whined low in his throat and Eddie stuttered, cursing softly as he moved his hips with Tommy’s mouth.

He had to be close. He was throbbing in his mouth, like a heartbeat in his throat, and the salty taste of pre was sharp on his tongue. A part of Tommy knew he shouldn’t let Eddie cum in his mouth, that that was kind of gay, but it’s not like anyone would know.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum.” Eddie moaned, eyes screwed up tight as his hips bucked and shuddered, spilling deep in his throat. Tommy swallowed with only a moment to be caught off guard, Eddie panting out a curse as the brunet gulped down his hot cum.

He pulled out of the swollen, red lips and Tommy panted, coughing softly.

“Dick. Coulda asked.”

“My bad. I’ll be nice and swallow too.” Eddie grinned, looking far too pleased with himself as he floated in his post-orgasmic bliss. He tucked his dick away and buttoned his pants, even if he didn’t bother with the zipper or belt. “C’mon, up you get, I got shit knees genetically so you can sit up here.”

He patted the table and Tommy blinked a few time to get rid of the fuzziness in his head, wiping his mouth with the back of his head.

“No way, just gimme the ounce, man.”

“Come on, I’m good at it.” Eddie winked as Tommy stood.

“No, thanks.” Tommy crossed his arms, ignoring the throb of his neglected arousal. He would very much like to be eaten out right now, he probably deserved it, but Eddie wasn’t Carol or Steve. He didn’t know and Tommy was more than happy with him never knowing.

“Is this a ‘not gay’ thing? Sucking and getting sucked is both equally gay, sorry pal.”

“I’m not interested, okay? Just gimme the ounce, Munson.” Tommy reached for his lunchbox and Eddie snatched it, placing it behind him before he reached for Tommy’s hips. He inhaled sharply at the touch, wanting to lean into it.

“You really don’t wanna?” Eddie hummed knowingly, his thumb brushing under his polo to touch bare skin. Tommy shuddered. “You’re not even a little turned on?” He smirked and dipped his thumb beneath his waistband to tease dark trimmed hairs.

“You can’t suck my dick, okay?” He grumbled.

“Why not?”

“You just can’t.”

“…I could eat you out?” Tommy’s body perked to attention at the phrase and Eddie seemed to notice, grinning. “Ever had your ass ate? It’s pretty mind blowing.”

“…Fuck.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Fuck, you tell anyone about what I’m about to show you and I bury you, got it?” Eddie’s eyes sparkled as Tommy furiously undid his khakis. He kicked off his sneakers and his jeans, stepping between Eddie’s legs to hoist himself up onto the table, the guy flinching back to avoid his dick being crushed.

“Woah, somebody’s eager.” He purred, wriggling his brows as Tommy hooked his thumb into his boxers. He took a moment to breathe, anxiety festering in his chest before he tugged them down his thighs.

Eddie was silent, blinking. His brows climbed up to his hairline as he snapped his eyes up to Tommy’s. The brunet glared. Eddie flapped his lips like a dying pufferfish before clearing his throat.

“Where’s your dick?”

“Don’t have one.”

“…You’re a guy though, right?”

“Yes, and if you say otherwise, I’ll break your nose and steal your weed.” Tommy threatened and Eddie nodded quickly.

“Okay.” He looked back down and Tommy huffed, closing his thighs self-consciously. Eddie made a wounded sound and took his knees. “Hey, hey, don’t go closing shop, I’m browsing.”

“I should hit just for that awful comparison of a shop to my junk.” Tommy bit out and Eddie grinned shamelessly as he hooked his fingers in the edge of his boxers and dragged them down over his knees.

“Well, I’m gonna be real quiet soon, H. You’ll survive.” Tommy gritted his teeth as his boxers were tossed to the other end of the bench, ringed fingers caressing his knee and inching them apart.

His freckled thighs were already shiny from his previous arousal, and he throbbed as Eddie’s thumb drew circles into his sensitive inner thigh.

“Quit staring, Jesus fucking Christ.” Tommy groaned, tipping his head back in frustration. He was aching at the gentle touches, the callouses of his fingers scraping roughly against his skin.

“I’m savouring this, Hernandez.” Eddie chuckled. “You gonna deny a man that?”

“I’m gonna deny you this all together if you don’t hurry up and- oh fuck.” The threat seemed to work because there was a wet heat encompassing his cock. The long tongue Eddie liked to use to rile up jocks was trailing up his slit, swirling around his clit.

Tommy moaned loudly, bucking into his mouth as he fisted his hands against the table top. Hot fingers wrapped in warm metal curled up and around his thighs, keeping them spread apart as he buried his face in his pussy, licking broad, eager strokes over the soaked heat.

Tommy tried to keep his reactions minimal, breathing through the pleasure that coiled low in his gut. Fuck, the guy wasn’t half bad at it. It wasn’t hard to eat pussy, it wasn’t an intrusion like sucking dick, but Tommy had been fooling around with his friends for years to figure out what he liked, what Carol liked, what Steve liked.

Eddie didn’t have that information on hand, but god, his eagerness was working for Tommy regardless. He rolled his hips with a low moan as Eddie’s tongue slipped inside, his thighs jumping in his hands. The freak gripped his thighs tighter, pulling him closer to the edge so fast Tommy had to catch himself in order not to fall onto his back.

“I ain’t straining my neck for this, sorry, man.” Eddie laughed, licking his wet lips as he propped Tommy’s leg over his shoulder, Tommy forced to rest back on his elbows for the older.

“I thought I was promised quiet, Munson.” Tommy quipped and Eddie laughed, a tad hysterical, edging on a giggle.

“Oh, shut the fuck up, Hernandez.” Tommy was tempted to kick him for the words, but he was easily distracted by the mouth latching back onto his cock, sucking and licking, Eddie making so attempt to be neat or quiet about it.

Everything about Eddie Munson was messy.

Tommy gasped softly, flushed hot beneath his polo and jacket as his head tipped back to relish in it. Sure, he had one of the schools biggest freaks between his legs, but if he was good at what he was doing, he was good at what he was doing.

“Dios,” Tommy breathed, locking his ankles behind his head as his voice stuttered around a moan, Eddie echoing it as he buried his tongue as deep as it could go.

If anything got Tommy going, it was being filled; tongue, fingers, cock, his entrance was almost as sensitive as his clit and the first breach always drove him wild. He laid back and covered his flushed face with his hands, lips parted in pleasure as the dealer tongue-fucked his pussy, his nose nudging his clit as he messily sucked and kissed the treat bestowed upon him.

Tommy curled his legs tighter around his head as his pussy throbbed, the pleasure building low in his belly as he rocked against his hot tongue.

“Fuck,” He whined, reaching down to fist Eddie’s hair. He groaned loudly and Tommy echoed it as it vibrated through his cunt. “Don’t stop, shit, I’m so close.” He gasped out and he could feel Eddie’s amusement as he dragged his tongue up to suckle at his clit before dipping back to his slick hole.

“Shit, Eddie!” His voice cracked around his name, pulling on his hair and forcing him closer, if it was even possible, as he curled up with the intensity of his orgasm. He twitched and bucked, a pathetic whimper leaving his lips as his nose fell into Eddie’s hair, curled over the dark haired man as he trembled.

The table beneath him was stained with his release, the older boy’s face a mess as he continued to lick and suckle his sensitive cunt. Tommy pulled him back with a pained gasp, legs still trapped over Eddie’s shoulders. The older boy looked more debauched than he was over his own orgasm, eyes blown and cheeks red, licking the wetness from around his lips as he kneaded Tommy’s thighs.

“Fuck, good thing you blew me first, I totally would have busted otherwise.” Eddie laughed without shame and Tommy huffed amongst his panting, pulling his legs from Eddie’s grasp. The man made a wounded sound of betrayal and Tommy scoffed.

“Lunch will be over soon. Hand over the fuckin’ weed, Munson.”

The metalhead grumbled and rolled his eyes, wiping his face with the bandana in his back pocket. Tommy wrinkled his nose as he pushed it back into the same pocket, shining faintly with his slick. Gross.

Eddie grabbed his lunchbox and opened it up, passing him the usual ounce. Tommy reached for it, but before he could grab it, Eddie pulled his hand back and gripped his upper thigh, thumb digging into the soft plush just beneath his satisfied cunt.

“I won’t be accepting alternative payments in future. But if you ever need a willing mouth or cock…” He gave a sleazy grin as he squeezed. “Feel free to make an appointment. I’ll be real nice and move some times around for ya, Hernandez.”

Tommy snatched the baggie and put a foot to his chest, kicking him back. Eddie fell back and laughed, barely catching himself as Tommy stepped over his lap to grab his boxers. As he pulled them back on, he gave Eddie a glare, the older brushing leaves out of the ends of his curls.

“Remember, you spill and you’re six foot under.”

“I’m not ruining any future investments, H. I’m all about business, baby.” Eddie clicked his tongue with a wink and Tommy rolled his eyes, grabbing his khakis. He jumped back into them and buttoned them up.

“Call me baby, and I’ll knock your teeth out, freak.” Eddie laughed.

“Uh-huh. Tell your King the prices are going up, will you?”

“He can afford it.” Tommy assured and did up his zipper. “Until next time, Munson.”

“Until next time, T.” He purred back and Tommy didn’t register the change of letter until he was passing Steve the weed under the lunch table.

Whatever. He wasn’t gonna call that freak by his first name anytime soon. They weren’t that familiar, and never would be.

(Tommy forgot he already had. Eddie didn’t think he ever would.)

#eddie munson #trans tommy hagan #Tommy h #tommy hernandez #tommy hagan #Teddie #munagan #lemon #smut #tommy hagan x eddie munson #ftm!tommy hagan

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She Ain’t Gotta Do Much - 4

Kristanna Modern AU Rated: M WC: 4939

Chapter Index

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The next morning Kristoff found himself alone. Sven had dropped him off to get the new material while he was to get started with the material that they were going to repurpose. He stepped into the elevator and the doors were just starting to shut when two suits started rushing towards him.

“Hold that!” one of them demanded.

Kristoff reluctantly stuck his hand out to stop the doors. The two immaculate looking men stepped in and offered no thank you. He wrinkled his nose at the smell coming off of the two. Conflicting cologne and whatever other perfumy things that he was smelling. Hair gel maybe? They both wore a lot of it. They resumed a conversation they’d been having before.

“You know who else? That new one up on the floor, the one from downstairs,” said the taller guy right next to Kristoff.

“The brunette with the massive tits?” asked his companion.

“No, the redheaded boss bitch from downstairs. I bet the carpet matches the drapes.”

Kristoff’s fingers curled up into fists.

“Oh, that one! I know what you mean.”

“She is something else, isn’t she? I want to pipe her like Rowdy Roddy.”

“Make a move. Heard she’s been sleeping her way up the corporate ladder. Tell her there might be another promotion in it for her and you can probably do whatever you want to her.”

There wasn’t a single part of Kristoff that even entertained the idea of believing that. He didn’t know Anna very well yet, but he figured he knew her well enough that these guys were just talking vicious rumours. He felt sick to his stomach and mad as hell.

They continued talking about doing various things to other women in their office, and Kristoff imagined punching them both squarely in the face. Repeatedly. He could lay them out flat, no problem. It would be fun.

When the elevator arrived at his floor, he stepped off then turned around and scowled. “You two are the most pathetic fucking excuses for men I’ve ever seen.” He shook his head. “Disgusting, degenerate fucks.”

Both of their eyes widened in shock and anger. Their mouths were already opening but Kristoff wasn’t having any of it. He trudged away before he could hear their lame retorts.

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He was still seething when Sven got there with a coffee and two Danish’s in his hand, giving one to Kristoff as he spoke.

“What did you do? Berkliegh wouldn’t even look at me this morning when I went up. You blow her off or something?”

He would tell Sven about the assholes in the elevator later. “I just blocked her on that stupid Instagram and made my account private.”

“Is that all? Wow, I thought you gave her a harsh public rejection or something.”

“I was trying to avoid that actually.”

Sven nodded. “Yeah, I get it. She did need some kind of stronger signal that you weren’t interested other than you being your normal grumpy-ass self.” Then without skipping a beat. “Sorry I was too tired to stay for another round last night. How did the rest of your night with Anna go?”

That lightened his mood immediately. “It was great. She’s amazing.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

“Thanks, by the way.”

“For what?”

“You know what.”

Sven just smiled. “Let’s get back to work.”

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Anna visited them at the end of her day. Kristoff found himself longing to see her in casual clothes again. After their conversation at the Pub and the fact that they now followed each other on Instagram, Kristoff felt more confident in looking at the rest of her photos. They went back years and he got a glimpse into who she was before she got a corporate job. Very girl-next-door. Very real deal.

“Hi guys, how are you making out?”

Sven didn’t stop working, letting Kristoff have the conversation with her all to himself.

“Really good,” he answered. “We’re a little ahead of where we thought we would be by the end of today and we still have a couple more hours.”

Her smile faltered a little. “Are you sure these long days aren’t too much? We can work around you guys more if we need to.”

He waved his hand. “Nah, our goal is to push hard and get the drywall taping and mudding done so you guys don’t get choked out with dust. We could hang poly in the area we are working but that dust will get everywhere, so we’re aiming high.”

“That is very thoughtful of you. Thank you, Kristoff.”

Fuck waiting until the end of the week, I am doing this now. “So, I was wondering if I you were free this weekend? I would love to take you out for dinner.”

Her smile returned in full force. “Absolutely, I would love to go to dinner with you. Saturday night? I imagine you’re going to be pretty damn tired come Friday.”

He nodded, smiling wide. “Saturday is perfect.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The week had been excruciatingly long. Kristoff was tired and sore and happier than he’d been in a very long time. Every time he saw Anna, he was looking more and more forward to their date. She had asked what to wear and he just about said something fancy, thinking a candlelit dinner might be in order, then thought better of it. She dressed up every day, he was sure she would like to just be herself. When she had bought them dinner at their favourite Pub, she had seemed very comfortable, so Kristoff planned a similar evening at a nice casual place he knew.

Two days after he’d blocked Berkleigh on Instagram, he sought her out to apologize. It wasn’t sitting well with him that he hadn’t just been direct with her. He had feared it was going to be an awkward exchange, but she waved him off with a genuine smile and told him not to worry about it as she threw a long glance across the room to a suit who was walking through. Apparently, she had moved on, and they parted the conversation on good terms.

Anna had worked her charm and got the electrician to agree to work with their time frame. He was being given a chunk of the bonus and Kristoff and Sven immediately agreed the price she’d given him was very fair given how big the bonus was. She also arranged a drywall company to come in at the beginning of the next week that could handle getting the job done as quick as possible.

There still hadn’t been any calls for work on their business line besides general inquiries, but Kristoff felt more positive about where things were headed than he had in a long time. He suspected that Anna was behind a lot of those good feelings. As physically tired as he was, his mind was electric with anticipation of their date.

When Kristoff got home on Friday, he jumped in the shower immediately. Afterward, he crawled into bed naked, hair still damp, and fell asleep immediately, too tired to even attempt to feed himself dinner. He slept like the dead until noon the next day.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Anna slid into the passenger side of his truck. It was very clean and it smelled like him. Kristoff shut the door for her, like he’d been the one to open it. Anna just knew he was a true gentleman. She was delighted that he offered to pick her up.

All day she’d been nervous and excited. It had been a very long time since she had been looking forward to something this much. Now she was in his truck, making small talk on the way to the restaurant, it was surreal.

He told her to dress casually, so she opted for a nice pair of jeans, a black V-neck sweater and a simple emerald necklace that had belonged to her mother. She had almost slipped on some heels and then thought better of it, choosing her black Vans instead. It would make Kristoff all the much taller but what did that really matter?

They arrived at the place and found parking in the back of the building. The sign on the outside of the building beside the door said ‘Smuggler’s Inn’.

He opened the door for Anna and she walked on ahead of him. Inside, the restaurant was dimly lit and inviting. Kristoff mentioned a reservation and the hostess took them to a table for two beside one of the large stone fire places. Anna had to wonder if he had requested that or if it was a coincidence.

The chairs were large, red fabric, throne looking things on wheels. In fact, the whole restaurant had a medieval feel to it. The walls were adorned in wood-work and large wooden rafters spanned the space above them with circular chandelier fixtures made to look like a ring of candles. Two tea lights in opaque glass holders sat in the middle of the table. It wasn’t uber fancy, but it was still incredibly romantic. The last thing she would have wanted was to have to put on a little black dress she’d bought for some work function and endure a tiny portioned course meal that cost an arm and a leg. This place was perfect. Kristoff sure nailed his choice in where to take her, endearing him to her further.

Menus were placed in front of them and they were told about the house specials and the salad bar. When the waiter left, Anna leaned over to Kristoff. “This place is wonderful! I can’t believe I’ve never heard of it before.”

He smiled. “My parents always took us here for our birthdays when we were kids. I am fond of the place. I thought you might like it too.”

“I do, very much.”

His eyes lingered on hers a moment before looking back down at the menu. Kristoff went for the Prime Rib – which they were apparently famous for – and Anna chose the chicken Neptune. He had asked her if she wanted to pick an appetizer, but she was excited about the salad bar. As soon as they placed their dinner orders with the waiter, they went to it and loaded up.

They talked about themselves while they ate. Anna learned that he was adopted into a large family and she told him her parents had passed away when her and her sister were only teenagers. His eyes told her that he was compassionate to her past pain. Then they moved onto much happier topics of conversation.

Their meals came and they were delicious. Kristoff had offered to cut her a piece if she was interested, which she was. He offered her his fork, sideways, as if she was supposed to grab it herself. Instead, she leaned forward and opened her mouth slightly. He understood immediately and fed it to her. She then offered him some of her chicken and made him eat it off of her fork. The thing that was building between them felt incredible. Anna’s entire body was rushing with all kinds of wonderful sensations.

Afterward, Kristoff asked Anna if she was interested in dessert. She told him that she was, only she was too full not to share. He nodded, and she ordered them a piece of their chocolate chip cheesecake.

“So, how long have you and Sven been friends?” Anna asked, when the waiter left with their dessert order.

Kristoff smiled. “Since grade five. I was the new kid, and everyone ignored me, except for Sven. He came right over to me when I was sitting alone at lunch and introduced himself. When the bell rang to go back to class, he told me we were going to be best friends.” Kristoff paused, clearly feeling some emotions but keeping them in check. “He’s the best friend a guy could ask for. We’ve been trough thick and thin.”

“I can see you guys have a special bond.”

He nodded. “We do, for sure. I mean, it’s not like we’ve never had issues. We took a job two years ago that almost put an end to the friendship. We were both so overworked and overstressed we said a lot of things we didn’t mean.” He shrugged. “But that’s water under the bridge now.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

“How about you, Anna?”

“Oh, my best friend is probably my sister. After all that shit we went through that I told you about, we came out the other side stronger. And I’m very friendly with my team at work. We go out for drinks often. They were all very happy for me when I got the promotion when the higher-ups moved upstairs.”

“That’s great to have co-workers like that.”

“It is. I can’t wait to get back down to our floor. Those people we’re sharing office space with now are kind of awful. I mean, there are some nice ones of course, but…” She shrugged one shoulder.

“Yeah, I shared the elevator with some real pieces of work the other morning who were talking all kinds of shit.”

His eyes darkened and he looked a touch enraged as he thought back about it. Anna could only imagine what he’d heard. Clearly something had been about her. Not that it would surprise her. Most of it filtered back to her ears in one way or another. Offices were lousy with gossip and two-faced people, especially since they’d moved upstairs. She didn’t really want to think about the stuff that she didn’t know about.

Anna spoke in a light tone to try and ease the tension Kristoff was clearly feeling. “You know, I love my job and I love my team. Even if I did come up for another promotion eventually, I don’t think I would fit in upstairs.”

The corner of his mouth turned up and his gaze returned to normal. “I don’t know anything about your world, but if I was in your shoes, I’d probably feel the same.”

Anna was about to respond when the server appeared at their table, decadent looking piece of cheesecake and two forks in hand. She wasted no time in picking up one of the utensils and digging in.

It was heavenly.

“Oh my God,” she said, holding a hand against her mouth, talking through her first bite. “This is delicious. Dig in!”

His smile to her said it all, as he picked up the other fork. Anna understood then that what she saw in him was more special than she initially realized.

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Kristoff drove her back at her apartment and walked her to her door. There was no mistaking any intent between them. Their lips met in a sensual but brief kiss. He made no attempt to get into her place and she didn’t offer, as much as her body wanted her to. She’d been burned in the past by allowing a man in after the first date, and while she pretty much knew Kristoff would never do such a thing, she’d made herself a promise that no matter how real it felt, she was going to respect herself.

He asked her out again, the next weekend after another long week of work for him. Anna accepted and asked if she could make the date plans. He, of course, agreed, with a devastatingly beautiful smile. Anna had a hard time comprehending that it was going to be a full seven days before she had him in that comfortable space again. She was beyond excited for the plans she had for him.

Their date had been the most enjoyable moments of Anna’s life lately. When the cheque came, he grabbed it and Anna knew better than to offer. It was all over his face. And when they stepped outside into the cool night afterwards, he stopped a couple just going in and asked if they wouldn’t mind snapping a pic of the both of them by the restaurant sign. They happily obliged, and he pulled her tight against him in a hug facing the camera.

He told her afterward that he was going to make that his official first post on Instagram. Anna told him to tag her and baby-lamb adorableness about him came out when he admitted he had no idea how to do that. Sitting in the cab of his truck in the restaurant parking lot, Anna showed him. He posted the photo then mentioned that he had better follow Sven sooner rather than later since he’d already been bugging him to join, and they shared a laugh.

They chatted on the ride back to her place. Half way there, she couldn’t stand it anymore and put her arm across the console with her palm up. He glanced down from the road and immediately shifted his grip on the steering wheel and slipped a hand into hers. They sang along softly to the next song that came on the radio.

And then that kiss! Wow! That kiss was going to keep her going for the week long wait to have him to herself again.

Anna crawled into bed with that on her mind and relieved the sexual tension she’d been feeling, then fell into an incredibly deep sleep.

*****

Kristoff stripped to his boxers and crawled into bed. His only thoughts were of Anna.

He was falling for her, and he was falling hard. While they were still getting to know each other, there was something special happening between them. And what was happening wasn’t purely physical. They had a real connection that he couldn’t even begin to try and explain.

Not that he didn’t imagine what she looked like naked. He’d been doing that the entire drive home. She left a whole lot to his imagination, which made every feeling he had even more intense. In contrast, he had a pretty good idea of what Berkleigh might look like nude, she had so many photos in the smallest of bikinis. It wasn’t that hard to imagine filling in the very small covered spaces. Anna, however… he could not stop wondering how many freckles she had under her clothes, or if she had any scars, or tattoos or piercings…

While normally these thoughts were enough to get him aroused, he was tired as hell. The long haul and the fourteen-hour days the last week had done their toll. He was more than happy to fall asleep with the thoughts of their date and how much he was looking forward to their next one. He could not wait to see what Anna had in store for him.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

On the following Monday morning, Kristoff and Sven both had coffees and breakfast sandwiches, ready to eat in their construction zone before the drywall guys showed up. Sven had admitted that he was getting pretty sick of the condescension upstairs from some of the people as well. He’d learned that even the ones from that floor had started to congregate when Anna and her team were busy working, separating their class further. Free food be damned, he didn’t want to be in the room with some of those people any longer.

Sven told him about a woman he’d met when he went to a club while Kristoff was on his date with Anna. He took her home and they continued their party, and when Sven drove her home the next morning, they both were eager to see each other again. A proper date, type of thing.

Kristoff had to laugh. It had been like that their whole lives. They were either both dating someone, or they were both single. Their track record with keeping relationships alive was fairly poor. More often than not, they weren’t seeing anyone. Kristoff was certainly glad that had changed. At least for him. He had a good feeling about him and Anna. He hoped that Sven had found his counterpart as well, because he certainly had that twinkle in his eye.

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The week dragged on. Kristoff and Sven worked like dogs to get as much done as they could. By the time Friday rolled around, they were just about done the flooring while Anna and her team moved their things slowly back in, sharing the offices on the right side of the space while the guys worked on completing the ones on the left. When those were done, they’d shift over so they could finish the other side, and then everyone could move into their own offices.

It was nice for Kristoff to see Anna more frequently as they worked. Her smile was everything. A touch distracting perhaps, but wonderful nonetheless.

When quitting time on Friday rolled around, Sven was eager to go for a beer. Kristoff had other plans, however, and explained that he already told Anna that he was going to stay late and finish the built in bookshelves for her office. She had already come down and bid them a goodnight on her way home. Which was why he was a little surprised when she showed up a couple of minutes later with a case of beer and a pizza.

Sven had been debating whether or not to stay and help Kristoff, and apparently Anna’s offerings were the clencher. They all shared the pie and Anna got to work helping them without a word, assisting with holding things in place while they were nailed in. Between the three of them, the built in bookcases were finished quickly and they all sat around and chatted for a bit before Sven mentioned he was going to take some tools down to the van and wait for Kristoff.

As soon as he was gone, Anna turned to Kristoff. “I am excited for our date tomorrow.”

He smiled as he bent down to grab his tool bag. “Me too. Even though I have no idea what we’re doing.”

Anna laughed as they walked towards the elevators. “Good! I want it to be a surprise.”

“And you won’t give me any hints?”

Anna shook her head. “No way.”

“What about guesses?”

“No, no guesses. You just have to wonder.”

Kristoff chuckled and pushed the button to call the elevator to take them to the lobby. “Well, no matter what, I am very much looking forward to it.” The exhaustion caught him suddenly and he attempted to stifle a yawn as the elevator doors opened and they stepped inside.

“You guys work so hard,” Anna said quietly.

Kristoff was touched by the concern in her eyes. “We do, but it’s worth it to be our own bosses, you know?”

She nodded. “I absolutely understand that. Sometimes I get tired of the higher ups breathing down my neck.”

“I can’t even begin to imagine,” Kristoff muttered. He meant it. He could not fathom working in a corporate world. It was so alien to him.

“So where will your work take you when you’re done with our floor?”

Kristoff frowned thinking about it. “Uh, well, we don’t have anything lined up quite yet. We’ve had some inquiries though were waiting to hear back from…” He repressed a sigh, not really knowing what to say about their complete lack of upcoming work.

“I’m sorry,” Anna said in a low voice.

He looked at her and the concern was back on her features. “Why are you saying sorry?”

She shrugged, her eyes searching his. “It just looked like that question hit a nerve.”

Kristoff blinked and turned his head back to the elevator doors just as they opened into the lobby. He walked out, Anna following silently beside him. Half way to the main doors he stopped and turned to her.

“Truth is, we don’t have anything lined up after, and it’s been stressing me out a bit.”

Anna nodded once. “I can imagine.”

“We were so happy to get this job,” he continued. “And the bonus is great no matter how much harder we have to work. It’s just… we can’t coast long on this job alone before we book another one.”

“Sink or swim, right?”

He smiled at that. “That’s exactly what my pop says.”

She regarded him for a moment. “Something will come up for you, I just know it.”

“I appreciate your confidence,” he said with a smile, and turned to continue walking to meet up with Sven outside. Just hearing Anna say something like that made him feel better. It was as if she had some insight into the future and knew that everything was going to be alright.

*****

Anna waved at the Van as Kristoff pulled away from the service area in the alleyway.

He had tried not to let her since he was filthy, but she had insisted, and he’d kissed her with just as much enthusiasm as the end of their first date. Kristoff was making it hard for her to stick to her three-date rule. Already she was imagining inviting him in to her place after their date tomorrow.

As soon as the van disappeared around the corner at the end of the block, Anna walked across the street to the deli she often bought salads and sandwiches from. The sign said closed, but Anna knew Antony was in the back, prepping for tomorrow. The deli was his entire life. He practically lived in it.

She knocked on the glass and he came to see who it was and gave her a big smile as he approached the door. He unlocked it and let her in.

“Anna, nice to see you!” The wide and smiling man pulled her into a fatherly hug.

“Nice to see you again too, Anthony.”

He stepped back and looked at her. “What brings you by this evening? Another luncheon you’d like catered?”

“Actually, you know how you keep mentioning that you want to renovate the place?”

The older man nodded. “Yeah, I do. What about it?”

“I know a couple of really good guys that are looking for work when their done our offices.”

Anthony wandered a couple of feet over to the deli case and leaned an arm against it as he surveyed his small establishment. When he spoke, his words lacked conviction. “I do want to renovate. This place is more than due for a makeover.”

“But?”

He sighed. “Times have been tough, Anna. Food costs are sky high and I had to raise our prices again. I just don’t know if I can afford the down time it’ll take to fix this place up.”

Anna thought a moment, wondering how she could help him swing it, when a coffee shop came to mind. The popular chain had opened parking lot kiosks while the restaurants were closed for renovation.

“What about renting a food truck, just for the time it’ll take to renovate?” she said. “You can easily sell all your deli stuff and then could limit your food menu to your most popular items to save on overhead.”

Anthony seemed to ponder Anna’s suggestion as his eyes swept his deli again. After a moment he turned to her. “You know, that’s not a half bad idea. Maybe I’ll run some numbers, see if that’s something I can swing.”

Anna smiled. “If you do decide it’s time, I’ll pass on the info and you can give them a call. Or maybe get a quote anyway? Might help you decide?”

The older man nodded. “It certainly wouldn’t do any harm to get some prices.”

“Exactly. And if it all works out, you can be as updated as that new place that’s going in a block over.”

Anthony’s brow furrowed. “What new place? Another deli?”

Anna nodded. “I heard some co-workers talking about it so I don’t honestly know how true it is, but one of them said there’s one going in where the old convenience store used to be a block over. They know a guy who knows a guy who’s opening it or something.”

“First I’ve heard of it.”

“Well like I said, I just heard someone talking about it so I have no idea if they are correct.” She truly didn’t, and she knew even if they were speaking the truth, Anthony had so many loyal customers he likely needn’t worry about it. However, Anna felt it fair to warn him nonetheless.

After all, it wasn’t the first time she’d heard Tony speak about wanting to renovate and now she had a really good recommendation for him to get it done by the best guys she knew. Kristoff and Sven’s work was beyond compare. She was trying to drum up work for them sure, but she also wanted to help Anthony see his place take the step forward that he’d been talking about for a half a decade.

“You know what, give me their number. I certainly want to see how much this will cost me. And thank you, Anna. That temporary food truck is a good idea. I even know a guy I could borrow one off of for a time.”

“That’s great,” Anna said with a smile. She passed on the number that she’d called in the first place to get the quote for her office renovation and chatted with the older man a moment before she bid him good evening with a friendly hug.

She walked back across the street and entered the lobby to take the elevator down to the parkade where her car was parked, thinking of the two other stops she had on her way home to see about getting Kristoff even more business.

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memento mori

Ch.4: Poison Ivy

I throw open the front door of Dad’s house and yell for him. My voice is frantic and I know it’ll scare the shit out of him, but I’ve searched all over town and Bella is nowhere. I finally find him in the backyard working on the garden I abandoned when I left for college.

“Dad! Where’s Bella? I can’t find her anywhere and it’s kind of important. I need to find her now.”

Dad jumps and puts a hand over his heart. “Geez, kid. You scared the hell outta me.”

“Sorry, I just… I need to find Bella is all.”

“Oh, she’s with Alice Cullen.”

“Wait, Cullen?” I won’t think about that implication right now. I won’t think about how there’s always been a Cullen in The Society and how the current one is one of my favorite guys to partner up with. Nope. That’s a problem for later.

“Yeah. She’s one of the kids Dr. Cullen adopted. Do you know them somehow already? You seem shocked.” Charlie’s brows furrow together. “Rosie, are you feeling okay?”

“I’m fine.” I answer too quickly and Charlie doesn’t look convinced at all. “Really, I’m fine. I just… have a graduation present for her that I want to give her before graduation… because I want her to have it… because of all the parties…”

Charlie puts a hand on his hip. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Condoms,” I blurt out, confident in my lie. “I bought her condoms because she has a boyfriend and she’s a teenager and-”

He waves his hand and heads back to the house. “Don’t wanna hear it! But, uh, maybe you should get them to her, uh, sooner rather than later.”

“That’s the plan!” I shoot him some finger guns, feeling relief wash over me. “Where do the Cullens’ live?”

He points left. “That way, edge of town, can’t miss it.”

“Cool. Thanks, Dad.”

“No problem.” He’s clearly deliberating asking me something, but before I can ask him what it is, he continues on. “Rosie, you didn’t just… have those… did you?”

I wrinkle my nose. “Ew, Dad, what kind of girl do you think I am? I got ‘em from CVS like a normal person. Fresh and unopened like my-”

“Okay! Bye!” Dad disappears inside the house and I laugh to myself.

I’m not necessarily proud of making up such a shitty, uncomfortable lie, but it did give me a glimpse of what a normal life would be. It leaves a sad ache in my stomach. Things could’ve been so different. I could’ve been better. I could’ve done better.

But there is no time for those thoughts.

Gotta save my sister from her own stupidity.

Do they even know what’s coming for them? Have they figured it out? Am I the one who’s late to the party? It wouldn’t be the first time I jumped head first into a job and ended up being the last to know anything. I really doubt this’ll be the last time either. I think impulsivity is a curse from my mom, but she’d probably disagree. I love her, but I didn’t want to waste my childhood raising her. That’s why I chose to stay primarily with Dad.

I’m so lost in thought as I climb in my car that I almost miss the poison ivy sitting on my windshield.

Mother fucker.

He was here?

God, I really am losing my edge being back home.

I make quick work of the drive to the Cullen household. The driveway is a bitch and a half to find, taking me more than two drive bys to actually find. Their house is buried deep in the forest, the road leading to the house long and winding. I spot Bella’s truck parked out front instantly.

My training says to barge in and start demanding total cooperation from them, but I can hear Dad in the back of my head telling me I need to be polite to people. But the Cullens’ aren’t people, are they?

I’ve got my fist hovering in front of the door when it swings open and a tall, blond man greets me with a kind smile.

“Roseanna, please, come in. I’m Carlisle Cullen.” He steps to the side and makes a sweeping gesture with his arm, inviting me into his home. “Welcome to our home.”

The hair on the back of my neck stands on end and it feels like every cell in my body is suddenly on fire. I don’t like this. I don’t like stepping into a house full of vampires without more than just a knife strapped to the inside of my thigh. I don’t like knowing that my sister is inside, sitting with them, acting like they’re people instead of the supernatural monsters they are. Above all else, I don’t like the fact I’m having to ignore my instincts and play nice with vampires. I loathe it in fact.

Carlisle Cullen might be nice, but because of him, because of his family, innocent people have been hurt. Not only Bella, but all those poor kids in Seattle that have been turned in order to come hunt Bella down. So many innocent lives. And for what?

I catch myself staring stoically at Carlisle and blink a couple times before clearing my throat and stepping inside. “Sorry, I zoned out for a second.”

“Does that happen often? I have some experience with Agents from The Society and I’ve found their medical history to be singular amongst humans-”

“I’m not human.” Not fully.

Carlisle gives me a pitiful smile as he guides me to the living room. “Yes, of course.”

“Maybe she prefers the term witch, Carlisle.” Edward is sitting on the couch with Bella, half hiding her from me.

Jesus, what an absolute dick.

“Edwina,” I say nodding at him. “Lovely to see you again.”

I’m not completely socially unaware. I know they’re just as tense as I am, but what I don’t know is why. Yes, I’m in league with The Society. Yes, I could kill all of them without breaking a sweat. (Or at least most of them. The big one standing by the fireplace and the other blond man by the stairs might pose an issue). I’m a threat, but they’re the bigger threat. They’re the ones who’ve endangered my sister and now have an army coming for them. Why are they worried about me more than that?

Beside me, Carlisle sighs. “Forgive Edward. We’ve all been a little on edge recently.”

“Because of Seattle? How much do you know?” And does it match what I know?

“We know there have been several killings that the humans have attributed to a serial killer. In reality, it’s newborns. An army of them.”

“Do you know what they want?” My gaze drifts over to Bella. She’s staring at me with a look of frustration, the space between her brows creasing from the intensity of her frown.

Carlisle nods. “We have reason to believe they’re being sent after Bella.”

“What are the reasons?”

“Why do you care?” A petite girl with a pixie cut pipes up from where she stands behind the couch. “This isn’t the first time Bella’s been in trouble. You didn’t show up in Phoenix or Italy. Why now?”

Burning anger flares in my chest and I can feel my blood boiling. “What? What the fuck do you mean why now?” My head snaps back over to Carlisle. “This isn’t the first time something like this has happened?”

“Why do you care now,” the small girl repeats.

“You,” I point a finger at her, “don’t get to ask the questions here. None of you do. It’s best if you act like good little girls and boys and follow your leader.”

That’s how these things go whether they like it or not. I ask the questions, I get the answers, I dispense justice as The Society sees fit. I don’t answer they’re stupid little questions. I don’t play their games. They play by my rules and that’s that.

Almost as if by magic, the Cullen family settles into a sense of calm. I feel none of that calm, but I appreciate whatever has helped take the edge off. I might not like them, but I don’t necessarily want to fight. They haven’t broken any laws except for one. Arguably the biggest one.

Carlisle brings a chair from the kitchen and offers it to me. “Alice is protective of Bella. We all are. Please, have a seat and we’ll answer all your questions. Though, we do have a few of our own if you wouldn’t mind.”

I do mind. I mind quite a lot actually. But as long as the rest of them keep quiet I think I can manage a civil conversation with Carlisle.

Bella chews on her bottom lip, tapping her foot against the floor. She’s dying to speak.

“Go ahead,” I tell her. “Spit it out.”

“What’s The Society?”

“The organization I work for. I’m an Agent there.”

The blond boy by the stairs smirks and steps towards me with his arms crossed over his chest. He’s handsome in a rough, “I could kill you and you’d thank me for it” sort of way. Scars are littered across his skin, catching in the light of the living room as he approaches me. I tilt my head to the side while taking him in.

Handsome.

But not my type.

Felix’s face appears in my mind’s eye and I stamp down a blush.

“You work for The Society?” The blond boy looks me over. “Back in my day they only took the strongest men they could find.”

“That was a long time ago,” I say. “They started recruiting women when they found we could handle the blood magic better. Turns out, the Norse had it right after all. Magic is the woman’s realm.”

Bella sighs. “Okay, but what is The Society.”

“Vampire hunters,” the blond boy says without looking away from me.

I roll my eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself…”

“Jasper Whitlock.” He pauses before tilting his head and saying, “ma’am.”

I hum thoughtfully. “Jasper Whitlock? I’ve seen your file. You have quite the history, don’t you.”

“I try to keep it under wraps these days.”

“Then I guess you’ll be happy to know The Society isn’t keeping tabs on you anymore, Jasper.”

And he does look happy when I tell him. Surprised, sure, but also happy. I get the sense he’s looking for redemption of some sort, and with his history, it makes sense. He must still be trying to prove himself worthy.

I look back at my sister. “I’m not a vampire hunter. The Society takes care of all supernatural creatures. Vampires just happen to make the most noise.”

“Or you watch vampires more closely,” Jasper butts in.

“Well maybe vampires should stop blabbing to humans and drawing attention to themselves.”

“Wait,” Bella says. “Isn’t that what the Volturi are for?”

“The Volturi can be inefficient at times. Also, how do you know about the Volturi?” I think back to Felix’s words from earlier. About how Bella being my sister complicates things. “Okay, I’m going to list off the things I know and the rest of you will fill me in. One, there’s a newborn army in Seattle that has my sister’s scent and is coming for her. Two, the little one mentioned you being in trouble in Italy. Three, the Volturi live in Italy.”

Four, the Volturi are in Seattle.

But I keep that one to myself.

It’s a surprise item that can be used later.

Carlisle sits on the piano bench, taking the hand of a very pretty woman with caramel colored hair. “We believe the newborns were created by a woman named Victoria. During Bella’s first few months here in Forks, she attracted the attention of a tracker named James, and we ended up having to kill him to keep her safe. What we didn’t know at the time was that Victoria was his mate. She swore revenge and this is that revenge.”

I feel my head spin as I slowly piece different stories from the last few months together. “So, when Mom and Dad told me you fell through a window in Phoenix… that was this James and Victoria?”

Bella nods. “Yeah… question for a question?”

I think about it for a second. “Yeah. Okay. What do you wanna know?”

“Where have you been?”

“Charleston mostly, but The Society sends me all over the world. Wherever I’m needed. Why were you in Italy?”

The silence stretches from seconds into minutes. No one answers me, so I take that as an answer in and of itself. “The Volturi found out about you, didn’t they?”

Jasper answers me in a gravelly voice. “They did.”

“They expect her to undergo the change.”

“They do.”

The Society will expect the same if I tell them about Bella. I could lie after all. I could tell them about Victoria’s grudge against the Cullen family and conveniently leave out my baby sister’s involvement.

Bella looks me up and down. “You mentioned… blood magic? What… what are you?”

“I’m…” Hmm, that’s a good question. I sigh and scratch my head. “I don’t fully know, to be honest. I’m human but I’m not fully human. When The Society chooses you they strip you of everything that makes you, well, you. They call it the Rebuilding.”

“What’s happens when they’re rebuilding you?”

It’s my turn to ask questions, but whatever. “We die. They bring us back with blood magic and infuse us with said magic. It protects us from all manner of supernatural abilities and puts us physically on par with the monsters we’re meant to hunt.”

Bella shakes her head. “None of the Cullens’ are monsters! They’re good people!”

I meet Edward’s thunderous expression with one of my own. “That’s subjective.”

“But it’s not!” Bella springs up from the couch, shocking almost everyone in the room, like they’ve never seen her this passionate before. Like they’ve never seen one of her tantrums that used to have me hiding in my room. “They’re not monsters!”

I must’ve stumbled on a touchy subject. “Of course you think that. Stockholm syndrome is a funny thing.”

“God, what is it with all of you treating me like I’m a child?!”

“You are a child, Bella.”

“Am I? Funny how I’m a child now when it’s convenient for your argument, but I wasn’t a child when you ditched me and mom.”

I scoff. “I ditched you and mom? You’re the one who threw a fit every single time we went to see dad and made him start coming to us. How do you think it made him feel that Forks was never good enough for you until it was convenient for you to come back? Mom has her new caretaker now, right? She doesn’t need you anymore. She doesn’t need either of us. You’re just like her. Flighty and demanding as fuck.”

“You’re such a bitch! I wish you never came back!” She stomps up the stairs, Edward and the petite girl going after her.

I excuse myself and step on the porch. My phone buzzes immediately.

Having fun, darling?

I stab at the phone with my pointer finger over and over until the message disappears. I really don't know how Felix managed to get my phone number, but I don't have time to take care of it right now. I'll handle it when I go back to Seattle tonight. Preferably by breaking off each and every one of his fingers.

"Roseanna?" Jasper approaches me carefully, but I can see the curiosity in his golden eyes. None of the Cullens scare me, but there's something wild in Jasper that I recognize. "I'm sure Bella didn't mean what she said. It was just shock."

"Was it though?"

He gives me a wry grin. "Mostly."

"Oh, well in that case I guess I should go back in there and play happy family with all of you, huh?" I laugh in disbelief. "No, Jasper. She meant what she said and I meant what I said. We're on opposite sides here, but she's lost her mind if she thinks I'll sit back and watch her destroy herself."

"So what will you do?"

"First we get rid of the newborns. After that... I'll play it by ear after that."

He crosses his arms over his chest and tilts his head to the side. "The Society won't be happy when you tell them about Bella. They might even consider you compromised."

"Who says I'll tell them anything about Bella?"

"You can hide your thoughts from Edward, you can keep your future from Alice, but The Society will see all of it. You know that."

I sigh. "One problem at a time, okay? I've got the newborns to deal with, Bella's suicide mission, and-" I cut myself off abruptly. Something tells me not to mention Felix to any of the Cullens.

"And?"

"And a massive fucking migraine."

Jasper doesn't believe me. It's obvious. Luckily for me, I don't care if he believes me or not. I push off the porch railing and walk closer to him. He's shorter than Felix and not as muscular, but power still rolls off him in waves.

"Your girlfriend is watching," I say, leaning in to whisper in his ear. "Do they ever leave you alone?"

His mouth doesn't move, but I don't need to hear the answer to know I'm right.

"It's sad," I tell him.

"It's for the best. Otherwise you wouldn't be walking away from this conversation alive."

"Do I smell that good?"

He looks down at me, eyes going black. "Yes."

My phone goes off in my back pocket and Jasper's eyes flicker down, following the sound.

"Does he ever leave you alone?"

I scoff. "If he ever did I'd be worried he's dead."

"Can't have that, can we?"

"No," I say with a smile. "Especially because I'm the only one allowed to kill him."

Jasper is about to smile back when his head snaps to the left. He stares off into the woods. “Do you feel that?”

“There’s someone there.” I know it’s Felix, but I won’t tell Jasper that. “Probably a scout sent by Victoria. I’ll handle it.”

“I’ll come with you.”

“No,” I tell him quickly. “The rest of you should stay here with Bella in case there are more hiding. Strength in numbers.”

Jasper doesn’t like my answer, but heads back in the house. I take off and jog into the woods. Felix is everywhere, but nowhere. I can’t pinpoint him but I can taste his anger in the air. I feel like he’s chasing me as I run deeper into the woods, corralling me to a specific spot. Fear spikes in my chest. I’m not used to feeling like prey. I feel helpless. Mindless.

I should have never came back.

The thought echoes around and around in my head while I run. My breathing comes in ragged short pants that only bounce off the trees around me. I still can’t see him anymore but I know he’s there. The hairs on the back of my neck stand straight in fear, rain pelting down and soaking me to the core. He’s still there. Still hunting.

I should have stayed in Charleston and ignored Dad’s plea to come back to Forks. The hell with The Society and their missions too. Maybe then I wouldn’t be running for my life through a once familiar but now forgotten forest, death hot on my heels.

“Fuck,” I scream. My clumsy feet finally stumble over a tree root and I topple to the ground, my knees scraped and bleeding from impact. My blood turns cold as I realize I won’t be getting up any time soon. My ankle snapped during the fall.

Fuck.

No.

Get up, get up, get up.

But it’s useless.

His eyes, those terrifying red eyes, peer at me in amusement when he takes in my splayed body on the ground. My chest heaves with each laborious breath. He smiles. Reaches out a hand. I scoot backwards, palms bruised and cracked against the rough forest floor. I watch his smile grow ever larger, more predatory.

“Hello, darling.”

“Asshole,” I mutter to myself.

“You didn’t answer my text.”

“I was busy.”

Something I can’t quite name flashes in Felix’s eyes. “Would you have let him touch you if he wanted to?”

He’s talking about Jasper, I know he is.

He saw us.

“Did you follow me from Seattle?” I peer up at him, blinking to keep the rain out of my eyes.

Felix kneels down beside me and takes my hands in his own, pointedly ignoring me. His fingers brush over my scraped palms. Blood smears over my skin as well as his.

“You should be more careful,” he tells me as he stands. “I don’t like to share what’s mine.”

“What’s yours?”

“You. My prey. My plaything. Stay away from him or else I’ll make you.”

Before I can answer, he’s gone and I’m forced to get up on my own and limp back to the house. At least it will lend credence to my newborn story if I’m injured. There’s no possible way for them to figure out what actually happened.

As the house gets closer, Jasper comes out to meet me. He offers his arm, but I reject it, Felix’s words echoing around in my head. I don’t like the Cullen family. It’s hard to like something I’m genetically modified to hate. But I’ll be damned if anything happens to them because I’ve got a psycho stalker.

“Well?” Jasper prompts me.

“It’s taken care of.”

“Good.”

I’m suddenly bone tired, all my fight and fire draining out of me with a heavy sigh. Rain continues to drench me while I stand in the driveway. “I’m done for the day, I think. I need to rest and give my ankle a few hours to heal.”

Jasper nods. “Agents heal quickly, right?”

“Yeah. Freaky quick. Call it a consolation prize for all the other shit we have to deal with.” I give a halfhearted smile. “I know Bella’s still pissed at me, so make sure she gets home safe.”

“Always do.” He shoves a hand in his pocket before hesitating, a grimace marring his features. After another second of debate he pulls his hand out of his pocket and shoves a piece of paper in my hand. “My number. We’re working with the Quileute shifters in La Push to take on the newborns and we need all the bodies we can get. Having you would come in handy.”

“Careful, Whitlock. That almost sounds like a compliment.” I add his number to my phone quickly, knowing I’ll pass out from pure emotional exhaustion the second I get to my hotel room. “I’ll get in touch tomorrow to talk strategy.”

“Don’t die before the fight.”

I chuckle, turning and walking to my car. “No promises.”

My drive to Seattle passes in a blur. I know I go through more than a few red lights on my way back, but I can’t find it in me to care. All I can think about is the bottle of red wine in the mini bar of my room and the bathtub.

No sooner than I’m settled in bed wrapped up in a fluffy complimentary robe do I feel him. He’s just on the other side of the door. I know he’ll have no problem breaking the lock, but my wards will hold and keep him out. In the mean time I should probably text Jasper to find out more about the shifters he mentioned. The Society doesn’t have anything on the Quileute. I would’ve noticed if they did.

Seconds later, just as predicted, Felix swings the door open. There’s a look of triumph on his face when he sees me on the bed. As if he’s proud of me for being alone.

I take a deep breath.

"I don't have time for you right now."

Felix isn't the slightest bit deterred by my anger. He actually seems amused by it. The corners of his lips curl in a vicious grin as he steps over the threshold of my hotel room. He looks down at his feet, back up at me, and his smile grows.

"It appears your wards failed, darling. I think we both know what that means."

No. He's wrong. My wards don't fail. They never fail. The only way they wouldn't work would be if I didn't actually want to keep him out...

"You're attracted to me," Felix states simply. "Just admit it and the rest of this will be much simpler."

"You're insane." I hate how shaky I sound, so I clear my throat. "You're the last thing I would be attracted to."

"Hmm, you're lying to me, Roseanna. I don't like being lied to."

I grip my phone, Jasper's name and an empty text still pulled up on the screen. If I move my finger just a little-

"Don't," Felix commands. "I allowed you to take his number, but you'll never get to use it. I could've ripped his head off when he touched you, but I didn't."

"Why?"

"To teach you a lesson, my poison ivy. You're mine and mine alone. Any other man who touches, speaks to you, looks at you will do so only because I allow it. Remember that."

He's been slowly stalking toward me the entire time, cornering me just like the first time we met. I shiver when he reaches out and brushes the hair away from my neck. His touch sends shockwaves through my body.

"You want me, Roseanna. I can smell it on you. You're dripping wet and it's all for a monster. I'm starting to think the fear and the hate turns you on more than anything else."

He's... right. Fuck, he's right.

I let him wrap his arms around me and pull me into his body. He's a solid wall of muscle that could kill me in the blink of an eye, but I enjoy the feel of him against me.

Felix presses his lips to my throat in a soft kiss. "I'm going to keep my promise from earlier. I won't fuck you until you're on your knees begging for it."

"That'll never happen." I can't speak louder than a whisper.

I feel him smile against my skin. "Another lie. I should bend you over my knee for that."

I'm in trouble.

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bmodiwrites · 2 years

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Hi! Could you do this prompt for steddie??

[ teach ] your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly .

Oh, I have a really great idea for this one, my anonymous friend!

I'm titling this one Give Me A Beat - it ended up being around 1.5k. There's cuteness and some guitar playing. Enjoy!

Steve first heard about guitar lessons from Eddie around Christmas time. Foolishly, Steve told his cousin that he could play the guitar at a family function a couple of years ago, hoping to be impressive. Unlucky for him, her memory was very good - she called on him to play her down the aisle at her wedding in the spring. It was already too late to back out, because he'd look like an absolute liar if he did. Though, not knowing how to play the guitar but agreeing to do so was pretty fucking stupid, too.

Robin, his usual savior, brought up Eddie Munson after a particularly long stint of bitching Steve did. At first, he brushed off the idea. He heard enough about the freak to be wary, to think twice. Yet, as the days passed, Steve started to realize that he couldn't go into his cousin's wedding blind. His family already looked at him like a fool. It seemed silly to prove them right. So, he eventually gave in and turned to his personal Yoda for help. Robin grinned at him in triumph, almost like she knew something that he didn't, and giving him the number all the same.

From the get go, Steve, deep down inside, knew something was different about his time with Eddie. The voice that met him on the other side of the line when Steve called made his insides tighten up. He came to the conclusion that he appreciated the male form just as much as the female one when Billy Hargrove beat the shit out of him. Though he never explored it then, and still hadn't, Steve wasn't surprised by the reaction Eddie's long hair and narrow waist elicited. It'd been a while since anything stirred within him - that alone made his pulse sky rocket.

Driving into the trailer park, Steve wrinkled his brow. He didn't think about the address until the all too familiar path to take Max home became apparent. It was funny to park on the other side of the street from her trailer. He'd actually heard music coming from what he now knew to be Eddie's place. At least he had some assurance that the guy about to attempt to teach him to play was, in fact, quite good. Despite himself, Steve took a look at himself in the mirror before grabbing his never before used guitar and heading towards the door.

Eddie wasn't at all what he expected. Instead of the scary long haired monster Steve remembered him to be, Eddie stood before him, handsome and a bit radiant, his rich brown eyes wide in his stare at him. Steve had no idea what to do, so he smiled wide and shrugged. "I'm uh - Steve Harrington. Here for a guitar lesson."

Steve liked the way that Eddie laughed, even if it was at him. Steve's smile stuck around as Eddie led him into the trailer to a small table set up with chairs facing each other. "Have a seat, have a seat. I heard that you're a Robin referral, so I've gotta treat you right," Eddie said, sitting down in the chair facing the door. His guitar was quickly in his hands, like the instrument was an extension of him.

"She's great, saving my ass. And so are you. This is so clutch, I appreciate everything you can teach me. I'm - not all that musically inclined." That felt like an understatement, but Steve didn't want to color Eddie's opinion too much before things got started. Though, the look on Eddie's face said that Steve didn't need to say anything - the other boy already knew.

Surprisingly, Eddie was a pretty fantastic teacher. When Steve could push past the raging desire he felt towards Eddie, he learned quite a bit. The song he needed to learn for his cousin's wedding had three progressive chords, which he learned easily. Steve never said it, but he didn't need to keep going back to Eddie, he already knew well more than enough. Something stopped him every time he tried to cancel, though. The time he spent with Eddie in the hour they plucked at strings and talked about fingering, was some of the best of Steve's boring life. He'd been feeling a little without direction - somehow, Eddie made him feel more put together.

It would've been okay to simply be in the other boy's presence, but a particular shift in the shape of his fingers kept tripping Steve up. He'd been grumbling in frustration for a while when Eddie set his own guitar down and got up, circling around Steve's chair. Never mind the fact that Steve's fingers didn't want to work the way they were supposed to, Eddie's heat against his back was overwhelming. He missed the next couple of notes completely.

Steve's entire body lit up with goosebumps when Eddie spoke next - his breath ghosted along the side of Steve's neck so deliciously. "Just relax, Harrington. You just have to swing your pinky finger up and shift your wrist." Then, like gripping Steve's hand was a commonplace thing, Eddie put his hands around Steve until his fingers were moving Steve's through the movements, both on the frets and along the strum. There was a short circuit in his brain - no matter how good of a trick Eddie was showing him, Steve certainly wasn't processing anything. Instead, he was thinking about the easy way he could turn to get a little closer to Eddie.

He must've somehow babbled that last little bit out loud because Eddie laughed and moved until he was face to face with Steve. "I've been wondering when you'd decide to make a move," Eddie whispered a couple of heated seconds before they were kissing. It was impossible to tell who moved in first or whether they met each other halfway. Steve's mind broke apart even further at the first press of lip on lip. His entire body melted into a dripping pile of want he'd barely been suppressing since he first knocked on Eddie's door so many weeks ago.

The guitar that brought them together was quickly forgotten - Steve paid little attention to where it landed when he pitched it onto the floor and turned until he could bring Eddie to him. His fingers ended up in Eddie's hair so fast, Steve's surprised by the happy grunt that opened Eddie's mouth to him. Steve didn't hesitate to capitalize on the opportunity and thrust his tongue forward, tangling it with Eddie's to deepen the kiss. Though they didn't go any further than their heavy petting, Steve couldn't remember ever wanting anyone more.

A few months later when Steve played at his cousin's wedding, Eddie looked on from the furthest pew, waiting for Steve to finish so they might enjoy the wedding for themselves. And though he wasn't all that great at the guitar, Steve continued to play for those rare moments where Eddie gripped his hands and showed him exactly how the pass was played. Steve was weak for the way that Eddie embraced him and always would be.

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physicalturian · 2 years

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[18+] Deranged Love - Hanma Shuji x F!Reader - Epilogue

[Probably contains spoilers from the anime and the manga][She/Her pronouns used for the reader, no physical description; Everyone is +18]

Spotify - Archiveofourown

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I hated group assignments.

Fuck, I hated working in a team in the first place.

I didn’t need them watching over me when doing my shit, so why were they all here? The advisor didn’t need to be here, whatever Kakucho had going on could be going on some place other than my warehouse filled with bastards. And why did I have to see Mochi’s dumb face? At this hour, shouldn’t he be eating with his kids or something? They’re probably the only ones happy to see him—that’s not nice.

Shut up.

I looked around as we entered the warehouse, trying to find her. I didn’t want to hear her right now, not on an assignment, not when I needed to be focused. What was she doing, appearing at the worst moments? From the corner of my eyes, I saw her behind a pillar and faced her rapidly, she vanished.

“You alright?” Koko asked me, a hand on my shoulder. I turned to him and laughed, pushing his hand away, nodding fervently as I pulled out my gun. “Yeah, absolutely buzzing. You all good too? Got your beauty sleep and all?” My playfulness didn’t land as he rolled his eyes and walked away from me, joining Kakucho’s side. Over the years of knowing him, I realized he did not like my humor much. Or perhaps he lacked some himself… the man wasn’t known for making jokes, he was all too serious for my taste. To each their own, I guess. I shrugged and walked up to them, noticing the five people tied up on the floor.

Smiling, I looked at my phone and nudged Ran, “It’s not even Christmas and they’re all wrapped up so beautifully—all they’re missing is a little bow!” I exclaimed joyfully. I did hear a soft chuckle coming from Rindou only for him to get elbowed by his brother; my grin fell as I threw a deadly look at Ran, my voice dropping a few tones, “Come on, Big Haitani, give us a smile. It’s okay to laugh.”

Ran gripped me by the collar, forcing me to stand on my toes as he looked at me fuming, making me grin widely as I taunted, “You could ask your brother for advice on how to not be a boring bitch. He’d know, he’s my fan numero uno.” I spelled out the latter part, then gripped his hand tight, forcing it open so he’d let go of me; he did so with pure anger as he pushed me aside and pulled Rindou with him, “She’s a fucking maniac.”

I let out a huff as I found my balance and dusted my shirt off for any wrinkles before calling out, “Now, that’s hurtful, do you call your bitch a maniac too when she’s just being hilarious?”

He looked over his shoulder with a wicked smile, ready to start a fight if it wasn’t for Rindou holding him back, “Come on Rinrin, let him go. He needs to let off some steam! His girl probably too busy fucking other people and whatnot.”

This time it wasn’t Ran’s turn to manhandle me but the chief himself, Mikey.

He walked up to me and punched me in the face, forcing me to the ground before pressing on my cheek with his foot, “Enough, Butcher.” He spat, his voice just as emotionless as ever. When I heard Sanzu walk up to us with a sigh of annoyance, I grinned and pushed Mikey’s foot off my face as I stood up, a bit dizzy. “Just cause you’re off leash tonight doesn’t mean you gotta bark at everything.” Sanzu spat as he gripped me by the collar just like Ran did. I ran my tongue over my teeth and looked him straight in the eyes with a lazy smile as I listened, “Next time Mikey’s gotta dirty his fucking hands on you, you’re dead.”

I slapped his hand off me, scoffing.

“Sheesh, Mad Dog, you got so much angrier since your girl OD'd. Come on, it’s already been two months!”

His girl was your only friend. Don’t ignore that.

She left me, everyone does. I don’t care.

You tried to kill yourself.

I didn’t, I just—I changed the sadness into pain, it’s easier like that, don’t tell me what to do.

You miss her.

I told her to be safe, she didn’t listen.

It’s not her fault.

It is. She was selfish, she was selfish! She abandoned me!

Sanzu’s eyes widened. A smile drew itself on his face, but he wasn’t the least bit happy. I maintained my composure and mirrored his smile before leaning towards him and whispering, “Tell you what, I’m sure if you take more of your shit,” I dove in his front pocket, he stopped me immediately once I had the little box out, “You’ll join her soon enough! Tell her high—I mean hi, from me.” I stepped fast enough from the man to avoid his hit and hurried to the front of everyone where the people laid on the ground, some whimpering at the sound of our steps, others playing dead.

He is responsible for her death. He never stopped hooking her up with that filthy shit. He is one of the worst people, too.

I heard some members of the team utter something under their breaths and ignored it, their opinion didn’t matter. His did. He wasn’t here tonight, but it didn’t matter, I’d make him proud once again. I always did, he told me that himself! I let out a laugh to myself.

Maybe he lied.

He doesn’t lie.

He’s a manipulator.

Leave, it’s not your— “Fucking time!” I said, turning around, thinking she was right next to me. She was gone, again. She’d always come at the worst times. When I was at home with him, she’d never visit… it’s only when I was alone. I hated her for that. “Talk about preying on the weak…” I muttered under my breath before standing aside and letting Mikey give his speech to the people in the middle of the room. He did throw me a strange glance before starting, one that Koko and Kakucho returned without ever leaving my form. Fucking staring all the time, those judging assholes. May they stare all they want, I don’t care, I thought as I looked away, arms crossed over my chest.

“It’s for the best if we kill you now.” Mikey started, clearly off on the wrong foot since the poor little fish on the ground started shaking and begging for their lives. Sanzu shot one of them in the leg to silence them. It worked. “It has symbolism.” The leader then added, slowly circling the captives, trailing a hand on their backs as he passed them while his eyes barely glanced at them—if at all. He looked around the warehouse, not because he was searching for his words, but because this man did not do the dirty jobs. He had a whole organization at his disposal for that. He did not need to know what they looked like, he did not need the guilt. He was smart, I’d give him that. “All of us here are going to witness the extinction of the Shibata gang. Sanzu?”

Mikey stepped back and let Sanzu continue.

We all knew he had a flair for the dramatic and he did not disappoint as he continued on Mikey’s words, “Great choice of name! It would have been much more impressive if you could have lived up to the name—once a great, great military man.” He crouched by a woman and helped her chin up with his gun, “Bravery, one of his many traits, and yet you mistook it for recklessness. That does him no honor…” He tutted her then stood up, forcing her head back as he moved his gun and tucked it in the back of his pants. Now was time for more theatrics, wasn’t it?

I saw him look my way and noticed his sword propped on a crate next to me, I took it and handed it to him. He grabbed it and went back to the woman, releasing her from the ropes and helping her to her feet, “So prove yourself! Bring Shibata Katsuie’s honor back.” He placed his katana in her hands; she was shaking, tears streaming down her face as she looked at me, silently asking for any understanding or empathy. I stared right back and quirked a brow.

Sanzu forced her to look at him and grinned, “You know what samurais used to do, right?”

Oh, he is good.

I let out a chuckle and watched closely, the man was crazy for doing this. I loved it.

The woman then calmed down and looked down at the sword before aiming it at her heart. She let out a soft chuckle, “I think we did well… I did, however, think that for the fight we gave you, I’d deserve to die by Bonten’s number two’s hands…” She looked up at him and smiled, “You know, Vice-Captain to Vice-Captain.”

There seemed to be something in Sanzu’s eyes when he looked at her—it felt familiar, an old feeling I had buried deep a couple of years back. I watched it enthralled. It looked like a soap opera to me, I was so entertained I felt almost giddy, then the nostalgic feeling resurfaced and I saw flashes of her on her knees. Begging for her life. Having faith that us having known each other would somehow be her saving grace. I knew the look he had on his face, of course I did. It was the look of someone killing someone they knew. I smiled.

Instead of replying, Sanzu helped her. He pressed the butt of the handle while she was gripping the weapon tight, the beautiful sound of flesh being cut echoing in the room—the woman smiled, blood tainting her teeth, “I couldn’t really escape this, now, could I?” She asked under her breath as her final words. I was convinced no one else had heard it, but Sanzu knew I had; he watched as her body fell to the ground then wiped the blade on her clothes before looking at me.

“Have at it, prepare the feast, right?”

He walked past me and joined Mikey’s side. This glimmer in his eyes was not the usual one—

He knew her.

And?

He had to kill her.

And? She was the enemy.

I walked to the five remaining people, my own knife being freed from the holster on my thigh, then cut the throat of the first one for practice. He screamed out, he couldn’t even let his hands fly to his throat, the poor guy was tied up. I let out a fake sound of care.

It’s been very hard on him, these past months.

Not my problem, is it?

I stabbed the skull of the second one, earning myself a disgusting gurgling sound from the man—I twisted the knife in his head, feeling how mushy it was inside and I let out an elated laugh. My foot was on the side of his head as I pulled out the knife with a bit of a struggle, then let his body fall to the ground. Two men were trying to escape; I pulled out my gun and shot them both in their lower backs.

“That’s foul, for fuck’s sake.” I heard Kakucho say. Turning around, I saw he was now facing the opposite direction of where the fun was happening. “Kaku, come on. It’s not that bad, those were quick! D’ya want one slow? This one’s for you then.” I called out before grabbing one of the men by the ankle and dragging him towards me, turning him on his back. Fear did show our truest nature, didn’t it? And their nature was cowardice. “Why not face death like you should?” I asked seriously, grabbing his foot and lifting it until I heard his kneecap crack—shit, that was so satisfying.

He let out an ear-ripping scream so I let go of his foot and slumped on his chest to sit down—another crack. I then reached out for his tongue and grinned, “Cat got your–” I sliced it off, “tongue?” Blood pooled in his mouth, I closed it and watched as he struggled underneath me. He was strong, but I had the upper hand and made sure to keep him down as I moved my hand a bit so it stopped him from breathing too.

Drowning in his own blood. “Silly how your own body can kill you, isn’t it?” I pondered out loud, waiting for the man to stop fighting me off. After a few long minutes, his body went numb and I stood up, calling out Kakucho’s name—he faced me and closed his eyes for a moment when he saw the blood on my hand, “This is your gift!” I exclaimed, throwing him the tongue. He covered his mouth and stepped away, Koko shook his head in disappointment but that didn’t last long since he was interrupted by a call. Bringing the phone to his ear, he walked away.

I returned to my occupation and couldn’t seem to spot the remaining guy.

“Oh, hide and seek? Love this game!”

Slowly, I scanned the room and grinned when I saw the trail of blood on the ground, “See, you’re giving me exactly what I want. You are much more fun than the others.” I said sweetly as I walked alongside the trail silently, stealthily. I couldn’t wait to go home and tell Hanma all about it. This is the most fun I’ve had in the past… I started counting on my fingers, “9 days!” I said under my breath as I peeked from behind a pillar, seeing nothing. Fuck, this was exciting. I continued the pursuit and just as I was about to get the last one, Mikey called my name.

“Let me finish this!”

Sanzu walked up to me and grabbed me by the arm, forcing me to join Mikey, “What Mikey says, goes. You really can’t get that through that thick head of yours, huh?” He spat, letting me go, “Took you less than two months to be Hanma’s dog, but even after two years you can’t listen to Mikey—I’m telling you,” He approached his mouth to my ear and gritted through his teeth, “If there ever is an order to kill you, it’ll be from my motherfucking hands.” Then he stepped away and let Mikey do the talking.

“Do you have a family?” He asked monotonously.

I nodded, smiling broadly, “Bonten.” I was sure of it. Two years I had been here, they weren’t dropping me, I was proving myself. They trusted me. I never did anything wrong.

“You said you’d kill for me. For Bonten.” He stated.

A nervous chuckle escaped my lips as I looked around, meeting everyone else’s gaze before settling back on Mikey’s, “And I have been doing that, haven’t I?” I asked. Sanzu clicked his tongue in annoyance but didn’t move from his spot. I awkwardly wiped the knife on my pants and put it back in the holster as Mikey placed a hand on my cheek, “Hanma’s a traitor.”

My heart stopped.

I smiled nervously and suddenly panicked.

I heard them all comment, they always would. I just couldn’t muster the strength to find a comeback and listened.

Ran was the first one, “Can’t stay CEO even if Bonten asked you to and your man’s a traitor? Fuck, knew you two were gonna be unreliable.” He scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. Rindou chuckled, “That’s actually surprising, never thought the bastard would do that. Shit, he’s crazier than I thought.”

I didn’t need them to say anything.

“It was just a matter of time, he was always a wild card.” Takeomi commented, gesturing for Kakucho to follow him out of here. The latter kept his mouth shut, bringing Mochi with them—Sanzu however was much louder with his joy, “I’ll put a bullet in the motherfucker’s head myself! Just say the word and I’ll do it, Mikey.” I closed my eyes and held back from saying anything, waiting to see if Koko would also have something to say, but he stayed silent. I looked back at Mikey.

I knew where this was going, but still uttered, “I didn’t know you could make jokes.” I saw Koko hold back Sanzu when he tried to come for me and looked back at Mikey with wide eyes, ready to apologize. “Traitors go down. This is how it has always been.” He explained, his thumb brushing over my cheek. He was being so kind, he knew it was hard for me. “You’re the closest to him. You can get close enough to hurt him without much of a fight needed.” His hand slipped from my cheek and he smiled, grabbing my hand gently. I was too shocked to say anything and kept staring at him, my mouth probably wide open.

This couldn’t be happening, right?

What should I do?

Who should I pick?

“It’s the ultimate test, isn’t it?” He asked sweetly. Oh, I hated when Mikey had emotions.

I snatched my hand away from him and stepped back, the white-haired man continued, “One does wonder if family will prevail.” He chuckled, turning around to walk past Sanzu, “Butcher, your next assignment is to kill The Reaper. Ran? Finish the last of Shibata.” I wanted to call out his name, and ask him to tell me again to do it. Because I didn’t know if I could do it. I needed him to yell at me, order me to do it over and over again because I couldn’t make the decision myself. There was no decision to be made in the first place because going against Mikey’s orders meant betraying Bonten, it meant dying.

But maybe I’d rather die than kill him.

I looked up from the ground and watched everyone walk out of the warehouse, leaving me with my thoughts. Leaving me with my very own conundrum. The hardest I had ever faced.

Harder than killing her?

I wondered, was it?

It didn’t take much time to come to the conclusion that…

Yes, yes it was.

She had been a hindrance, Hanma had been nothing but good to me. He is my shepherd—was… he was my shepherd, I had long since found my path. But I owed him so much, I owed him my life, I owed him who I was, I owed him my love. I loved him. He deserved to know all about this. He deserved to explain himself.

But what about Bonten?

Bonten offered me opportunities. Freedom to act. Freedom to be who I am.

I gave them so many years of my life, so much time, so many late nights—it had been so fun so far! They gave me an environment in which I could thrive, could I ask for more? Working at Silas&Sons didn’t cut it anymore, it stopped being enough when Shiho died. Because when I’d finish working, I couldn’t see her for a drink. I couldn’t call her to tell her about my day. I couldn’t have fun with her. I had no more balance. When she died, a part of me did too, the most stable one.

I let out a laugh and started patting down my pockets, trying to find my phone—I need him, I’m sure we could get out of here before I had to kill him. Was I choosing him? I was in Bonten now, but I want him to be by my side. I was thriving now, even without him, but I want him with me… I pressed his name in my contacts. Please pick up. What should I do? We could run away together. Be our very own Bonnie and Clyde, exactly like we wanted. I chuckled to myself.

It rang a few times.

He picked up.

“Pretty girl, how is the errand going? I’m just about finished with my guy here–” I loved him. This couldn’t be real, right? He wouldn’t have done that. Why would he have done that? Someone must have set him up… Mikey should look more into it—or maybe he’s taking the opportunity to get rid of him? They never really liked him. “I have to kill you, Mikey said—you’re a traitor. Shuji, what should I do? Shuji, I can’t kill you. Shuji, tell me this isn’t real, please, please, please–”

“Stop sobbing.” He ordered. I took a hold of myself and took a few deep breaths, utterly silent now.

“Come home. We’ll clear this up.” Then he hung up.

I got to my feet. Shaking.

This is you, isn’t it? Vulnerable, weak.

Shut up.

If I had to choose, what would I do? Would I be fast enough to shoot him in our own home? No… He made me who I was, this was betrayal. It’d make me my very own traitor; not Bonten’s, but my own. It was worse, right? No… betraying Bonten was worse. What had he done? He never went off track, he is meticulous, what happened?

This is a lie.

Is it a lie?

This is a lie.

Someone set him up.

I trust him.

Do you?

I trusted him.

Now I have to get this story straight. I’m sure Mikey will listen if I tell him it’s all a misunderstanding.

Or you kill him. It’s what you think you are, right? A killer. It’s your job. Bonten is there, stable. Hanma is too carefree, you know that. He is crazy.

I’m crazy.

But I love him so much. We will run away. I know it. It’s the best option. It’s the only option.

I take my keys out and unlock the door, he’s waiting inside. I don’t know how long it had been since the call, but he is there, I feel him—

My vision blurs for a moment. I can’t breathe right. I see him move from behind me, an arm around my waist, he’s holding me tight, my throat is burning. He slit my throat? “I got you, baby. It’s alright.” He coos me, then helps me lay down with him on the couch. I’m confused. He is warm, he’s always been warm, this is comfortable. I see blood on his hands and on my shirt, I frown. Is it mine? I bring my hands to his arm and hold him tight, “Shuji?” I utter. I can barely hear my voice. I’m cold.

“I knew you’d come, I know you like I made you.” He chuckles. He kisses the side of my head, pushing back my hair. It sticks to my temple with the blood covering his hands. He lets go of the knife. “Shu, what’s going on?” I breathe—barely.

He hums a moment, then helps me higher on him as he hugs me, “It’s the only way, pretty doll. Don’t be scared, I can fix this. I’ll fix this. We slipped up somewhere, that’s all.” He explains, now both of his arms wrapped around my form. I cling onto him as hard as I can, slowly coming to the realization of what’s happening. I bring one of his hands to my lips and kiss it, it leaves a red mark from my blood. “Remember when you said that–” I pause, coughing, blood splattering on his hands. “To you, it all ends the same?” My voice is weak. I think I hear him crying, but even now he is not letting me see it. I want to see him, I try to turn around but I’m too weak. He helps me do it and I see his reddening cheeks, tears streaming down his face.

“It’s a bit funny, isn’t it?” I ask before placing my head on his chest, his heart beating so fast it could almost help mine beat like it used to, “The plot twist…” I trail off, clinging to his shirt. “Is that—I’m the one bleeding—out.” It’s getting hard to breathe. Blood stains his clothes. Tears too. “I’m glad it’s—in your arms—not the floor.” I chuckle. It turns into a cough. Hanma holds me tighter, his body doesn’t warm me like it used to. It’s useless now.

I can feel it.

The pain.

It’s gone, it’s nice. I still have some energy left. I look up at him and kiss him, “You’re… beautiful… Shu…” I say, his teary eyes being the last image before everything goes black.

For a few seconds I can still hear him.

It’s reassuring.

I love him…

He whispers, “I’ll salvage this. It’ll be alright.”

Nothing.

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flightofaqrow · 2 years

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qrow + Raven ( @corvidisms )

“Your face is boring.”

“better’n resting bitch face.”

“At least I’m not in the dictionary next to the term ‘shitface’.”

“Raven, y’actually read now? i’m impressed.”

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That’s it.

She’s putting something slimy in her brother’s bed.

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“have y’not noticed, that’s kinda what we’re goin’ for here.”

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“You are disgusting.”

She’s gagging.

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“you’re boring.”

he’s shrugging.

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“Your face is boring.”

Back to the childish insults as always…

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“better’n resting bitch face.”

nothing to be done for it.

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“At least I’m not in the dictionary next to the term ‘shitface’.”

They’re like five year olds.

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“Raven, y’actually read now? i’m impressed.”

or worse.

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“Of course I fucking read, you pissant. Just not your three sheets to the fucking wind text messages.”

Worse. Much worse.

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aw, yeah, she’s getting mad now.

“sounds like someone who doesn’t get a lotta messages, Sis. don’t blame me for bein’ so boring, i’m th’ only one t’blow up your scroll.”

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Funny enough—he is pretty much the only one she gets messages from.

“Sounds like someone who doesn’t know what spell check is.”

Mad is relative. She’s not really mad, just full blown snarkasaurus rex… which is about normal.

“At least I can tell everyone I’m the fun twin.”

And she’s flipping her hair, puffed up proudly.

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qrow’s eyebrow quirks up so sharp it may just prick that overblown posturing she’s got going on. yeah right.

Raven? the fun one? in other people’s minds? last time he checked, being drunk enough to slur a little spelling was a pretty good time.

he crosses his arms and doesn’t even dignify that one with a response. let her prance around for a second in that false security, that’s fine.

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She stays puffed up like that for a minute, only faltering when she sees he’s giving her that look.

“Hey!” She stomps one foot indignantly. “Don’t you look at me like that, you..!” Ah, there’s an insult on the tip of her tongue… that, or she’d like to punch him. One of the two.

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his sense of self-preservation is all but gone. nothing matters save for watching Raven’s eyes turn redder and redder, stoking that fire in her that made his sister undeniably his sister.

he steps closer, continuing to give her the exact same look, and now adding a head tilt for emphasis.

“or you’ll what?” he knows that wrinkle on the bridge of her nose, “…mess up my boring face?”

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Smug bastard.

“Or the next time you’re three sheets to the wind and want Oreo cookies, I’ll lick the frosting off every single one before you get them.”

She’s dead serious, too. She damn well will.

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that breaks his character. not enough to back away entirely, but certainly changes his tune, makes his face fall.

“you wench,” he points at her, “you don’t even like that much frosting!”

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He’s right. She doesn’t even like the frosting, period–she’d just eat the cookie part straight.

“Nope. I don’t like the frosting at all. But I do like getting back at you, and that disgustingly sweet shit is worth the suffering.”

Now she’s the one with the shit-eating grin.

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“well… not if i lick them first.”

then they’re his. and she’ll be too late! he’ll have already gotten the frosting.

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“You’d have to be the one to buy groceries, and we know you wouldn’t be caught dead in a supermarket. You’re too much of a princess to even take out the trash.”

She’s smirking.

“Reminds me, I gotta pick you up a ballgown for your next school dance.” Wouldn’t that be a sight–a Signal teacher showing up in a ballgown.

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she hits him where it hurts, and maybe a standard onlooker wouldn’t see the slightest flinch like he just took a gut punch, but his sister would. he should have known it’d come to that eventually.

he avoids those things because Misfortune likes to make a horrendous mess of any task involving bags. he’d love to help his family, but he can’t. his version of simple tasks isn’t helpful, it ends up taking four hours and adding three more things to do. a lot of broken eggs and trash juice on the carpet…

then, she twists the dagger by reminding him how ignorant and gullible he’d once been, even though she’d been right there with him. he’d take ten stolen boxes of cookies over this.

congrats, Raven. you win this round.

he retorts, of course, but the heart behind it is gone, “oh yeah? so why don’t you come with for a change? we’ll poll the rest’a th’ teachers. see who’s still got th’ better legs. even without takin’ the trash up’n’down th’ driveway.”

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Raven knows when she’s gone too far… but she also knows how to bounce back from it. Hopefully, anyway.

“Gods, no, we aren’t gonna poll them,” she said, shaking her head. “We both know whose ass and legs look good in a skirt, and it ain’t mine.” Truth be told, her brother had taken that prank in stride. Even if he’d fallen for it, he’d taken it and owned it.

“Tell you what. Find a dress that I look good in, and I’ll letcha wear a suit instead. Maybe find you a pretty girl to dance with.” She wiggles her eyebrows at him. Mean as she is, she’s more than willing to wing-woman him.

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“tch,” qrow rolls his eyes, rolling his good humor back around, too. if Raven didn’t push too far, she wouldn’t be the sister he knows so well, but he’s at least glad he won’t have to sit in that hole he dug himself any deeper - he’d own that hole too, if he had to.

is it sad he’s far more excited that Raven’s willing to get dressed up and be part of his life again in a whole new school context than any possible stranger she might find for his arm?

and Tai would probably be there… though, this is all hypothetical, huh?

“jus’so ya know,” he grins back, equally as sly, “they do have a minimum length.”

#corvidisms #* it's all an adventure that comes with a breathtaking view / walking the tightrope with you = branwen twins *#* i don't really know = timeline undetermined *#* how do you think legends and fairy tales get started? = thread archive *#this was such a good time

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half-oz-eddie · 23 days

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“I didn’t know you had a kid, Harrington.” Billy’s voice surprised Steve.

“Shh. I finally got him to calm down.” Steve loudly whispered. “And he's not my kid. I heard him crying, so I came in.”

Billy wrinkled his nose in bewilderment. “Who the hell brought a baby to a house party?”

“I dunno. I came upstairs to go to the bathroom and heard a baby crying. He was in here all alone with a full diaper so I changed him.”

The baby began fussing and wailing as Steve tried to calm him down.

“My mom used to babysit a lot for our neighbor when I was a kid. Give him here.”

“Uh…okay.” Steve handed the baby over.

“Hey. Hey little guy.” Billy cooed. “What’s the matter, huh? You miss your mama?”

The baby’s face contorted in agony.

Steve watched Billy in utter disbelief. He didn’t think a soft side of Billy actually existed.

“Pass me that little blanket.”

Steve tossed the blanket to Billy, and he draped it over his shoulder.

He held the baby over his shoulder, gently burping him.

The baby let out a loud burp and spit up slightly.

“See? Now he’s calm and quiet.” Billy looked at the content infant. “Aren’t you, little guy? Yeah, you’re so happy now.”

The baby began to smile.

“He’s so young. He can’t be more than 5 months old.”

“I dunno who brought him or why they left him on the bed all by himself.”

“Yeah they laid him down after he ate and that’s why he had all that gas.”

“Shit. I wouldn’t have known what to do.”

“Good thing I was here, right?” Billy cheekily smiled.

Steve shrugged. “Yeah, I guess.” He forced himself to admit.

“We gotta find his mom.” Billy glanced down at the baby. “He’s hungry.”

“How do you know?”

“Look at’im. He’s trying to eat his hands.”

Steve noticed the diaper bag on the bed and rummaged through it. “There’s this…Similac…ready to feed bottle. So we can just like…give it to him?”

Billy nodded. “Should be fine.”

After feeding the baby, the pair decided to go around the party searching for the baby’s mother.

There was no ID in the diaper bag, nothing to identify the baby by name, not a damn thing.

They asked every girl they came across within an entire hour if the baby was theirs, each one declined until they found themselves right back where they started.

“So you mean to tell me some dumb bitch dropped off her baby at a random person’s party and disappeared?” Billy questioned.

“Hey, hey don’t curse in front of the baby.”

“Why? He doesn’t understand what I’m saying.” Billy lifted the baby, smiling as the baby smiled back. “Right, little guy? Your mommy’s a dumb bitch isn’t she? Yes she is, yes she—“

“Knock it off.” Steve demanded.

“You’re no fun, Harrington.” Billy scoffed.

“We should bring the baby to the police station.”

“How many drinks did you have? I’m too buzzed to drive with a baby.”

“Shit. Me too.”

“How far is the station?”

“About 15 minutes by foot.”

“Guess we’re gonna have to walk.”

Steve let out a sigh. “I’ll gather the baby’s things. You put his little jacket and hat on him.”

“Sure thing.”

The three boys left the party and started walking to the police station in the dark.

“Not what I expected to be doing with my time.” Billy mumbled. “This kinda sucks. For the baby, at least.”

“Yeah. It does. Poor kid. Can’t believe someone just abandoned him there.”

“Anybody could’ve fuckin’ stolen him.”

“Right!” Steve agreed. “Luckily it was us that found him and not some creep.”

“Damn right.”

A silence fell upon them as they continued walking. The night air was good for the baby, who slept securely in Billy’s arms.

“What time is it?” Billy asked.

“Almost midnight.”

“Got a curfew?”

“No. You?”

“Broke curfew an hour ago.”

“Hey—but—it’s for a good cause.”

“I don’t care about curfew anyway. He’s gonna hit me whether I come home on time or not.”

“What? Who? Your old man?” Steve asked, almost sounding worried. Or maybe he was being nosy, Billy assumed.

Billy refused to answer. He shook his head and sighed softly. “Just forget it. I’m still buzzed. Guess the alcohol’s got me running my mouth too much.”

“It’s fine. I don’t mind.”

Billy still refused to elaborate and the rest of their walk was eerily silent.

They were relieved when they finally reached the police station. Billy couldn’t believe he was actually happy to see the police, but the awkward tension was too thick to even cut through with a chainsaw.

Fortunately, Chief Hopper was working the night shift. Steve felt comfortable approaching him immediately and explained the full story to him.

Jim took the baby into his arms, sighing disappointedly. “So the kid was just abandoned, huh? That’s a shame.”

“It is.”

“Good thing you guys were looking out for him.” Jim smiled. “Go on home, boys. If anything happens, I’ll follow up with you tomorrow.”

“I—that’s it?“ Billy wondered.

“That’s it.” Jim confirmed. “We’ll try to find the kid’s mother.”

“What if you don’t find her?” Billy asked worriedly.

“We’ll make sure the baby’s safe. You have my word. Now go on, kid. Go home. I’ve got it from here.” Jim promised.

“C’mon.” Steve gently persuaded Billy to follow him out.

The walk back to the party to get their cars was twice as tense as before. Billy walked with his shoulders tense and his fists clenched. He was obviously pissed off and worried about that baby.

Admittedly, Steve was quite concerned as well.

“Hey, man, we did everything we could.” Steve said, trying to offer Billy a bit of comfort.

“I just wish we could’ve done more.” Billy admitted, loosening up his shoulders.

Steve smiled a bit. It was comforting to know that underneath it all, Billy had a pretty big heart. “You’re a decent guy, Hargrove.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.” Billy responded with a smirk.

The uncomfortable tension between them was gone, and perhaps the rivalry as well. Steve was tired of running into Billy at parties and it felt like Billy would take a swing at him any moment.

The two got in their cars, not bothering to say goodbye to one another, because they both silently agreed saying anything more after their last words would feel weird.

Steve pulled off first with Billy trailing behind until he took a left turn, disappearing from Steve’s rear view mirror.

He figured that was the end of that, and hopefully things wouldn’t be so awkward between them the next time they saw each other.

The following morning, there was a loud knock on the Hargrove-Mayfield house door.

“How can I help you, Chief?” Neil greeted at the door.

“I’m looking for your son, Billy. Is he home?”

Neil’s pleasant face contorted with anger. “Something the matter?”

“I need him to come down to the station and answer a few questions.”

“Hey chief.” Billy appeared before them. “Did you find her?”

“That’s why I’m here. Could you come down to the station? Steve’s already in the car.”

“Ha-hang on now.” Neil interrupted. “What’s this all about? Is Billy in some sort of trouble?”

“Quite the opposite.”

“I—just don’t think my son should be at the police station without his father present. He’s—“

“He’s 18. He doesn’t need you there. I’m sure he wasn’t gonna mention the bruises around his neck. Those weren’t there when I saw him last night. I’ll be sure to talk to him about them, though.” He informed Neil with a cold glare, leading Billy out to his car.

“I’m fine, chief.” Billy attempted to reassure.

“Are you?” He skeptically questioned, opening the door and gesturing for Billy to get in the car next to Steve.

He sighed and joined Steve in the back seat.

“Pringles?” Steve offered.

Billy silently accepted, glaring up at Steve who looked away pointedly.

Great. Now 2 people had seen his bruises, and one of them was a cop. This felt like a recipe for disaster.

When they arrived at the police station, they were shown a photo.

“We managed to identity the baby’s mother using a business card with a personal contact’s information on it. Do you recognize this woman?”

“I do. I remember fucking asking her about the baby and she got really weird. I thought she was high or just hated kids.” Billy replied.

“We have her in custody and her family took the baby in.”

“How long is she going to prison?” Steve asked.

“She could do four years, she could do no time and just be forced to take parenting classes.”

“What? Are you fucking s—Are you fucking serious? She just throws her kid away and doesn’t even have to face any consequences? Who’s to say she won’t do it again? That’s bullshit!” Billy exclaimed.

“Hey, calm down, man.” Steve attempted to offer come comfort. “You did everything you could for that baby. His mother has to live with her mistakes.”

“And what if she doesn’t care? What if she feels like she was better off without that baby and didn’t care what happened to him?”

Steve fell silent. This felt extremely personal. Steve worried that maybe Billy was projecting throughout this entire ordeal, and that’s why he was so eager to help and got so angry about it.

Jim closed his office door and offered Billy some coffee.

“I need you to relax, kid.” Jim said sternly. “I’d hate to have to charge you with disorderly conduct.”

“You’d seriously do that? C’mon Hop!” Steve fiercely defended Billy.

“I don’t want to. That’s why I want him to relax. I can tell you’ve had a long 24 hours. You drank a little too much, found an abandoned baby, your father got violent with you, and now you learn you were face to face with the kid’s mother and she lied to you. I understand.”

Billy refused to meet Jim’s eyes.

“I also know Susan’s not your mom. Where’s your mom, Billy?”

Billy shrugged. “I dunno.” He mumbled.

“I see.”

Steve could feel his heart snap. He had no idea Billy was dealing with so much, but it explained everything. It explained his anger, his shitty attitude and it definitely explained last night. He felt like he learned so much about Billy so quickly.

“Hey, Chief? Is there anything else you need from us? Or can I walk Billy out?”

Jim asked them a few brief questions and sent them on their way.

They stood in front of the police station and Billy lit a cigarette.

“You wanna go grab food?” Steve offered. “I’m really hungry.”

“You paying? I didn’t grab any money.”

“Yeah, c’mon. The diner’s nearby.”

They sat in the diner and ordered some burgers. They made it halfway through their meal in somewhat amicable silence.

“You should’ve let Hop help you. You could’ve pressed charges against your dad and—“

“And what? Go where? I’d be homeless, break up a marriage, and still have to go through a trial and be dragged through the mud. Only for a 50% chance of my dad even going to jail. And if he’s not guilty. I’ll be worse off than I was before.”

“You’re right. I’m…sorry.”

“What are you apologizing for?”

“Because I—I’m stupid. I’m always trying to be there for someone and I’m always too much.”

“At least when you’re too much, people still want you around.”

“Sometimes.”

Billy scoffed. “Cut the shit, Harrington. Everyone likes you. Everyone wants you around.”

“People like you too, Billy.”

“Not in a way that matters.”

Steve’s heart continuously ached for Billy.

“Well. I really like you, Billy. You showed me what an amazing guy you are last night. I-I want us to be friends.”

He skeptically raised a brow. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Let me be here for you. For anything you need. You can knock on my door anytime. Call me up if you wanna talk or just play some basketball.”

“I guess. And…you can do the same, or whatever. Like…call me to play basketball or drink beer.”

Steve smiled. “I’m glad we’re friends.”

“You’re sappy. Shut up.”

“Are you blushing, Billy?” Steve tried to search for Billy’s eyes as he constantly looked away.

“No. Stop lookin’ at me.”

Billy wasn’t blushing. His face was flushed from trying to fight back tears. Steve caught a glimpse as one rolled down Billy’s cheek.

“Let’s get outta here.”

They found a quiet place in the woods beneath a tree and shared a cigarette.

“Why were you crying?” Steve asked.

“I wasn’t.”

“I saw you, Billy. It’s okay. Tell me what you were thinking.”

“Why’s it matter?”

“I thought we said we were friends.”

“Is this something friends do? Cry around each other?” Billy sneered. “Like some therapy session?”

“It’s something I do. If we’re friends, you can tell me anything.”

Billy sighed, flicking the cigarette butt. “Last night was really fucked up. When I found out that baby was all alone without his mom, I couldn’t stop thinking about how scared I was when my mom left me. And how…she didn’t want me either. And I don’t even know what I did wrong.” His lip trembled. “What did I do wrong?”

Steve gently pulled Billy into his arms, letting him sob into his shoulder. “It’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Billy glanced up at Steve with his red, glossy eyes, and for some reason, he kissed him.

The kiss was soft and gentle and not foreign to either of them, but Billy pulled away suddenly, apologizing and trying to jump out of Steve’s arms.

Steve refused to let him go.

“It’s fine. I kissed you back.”

“You make everything sound fine!” Billy shouted, gently nudging him away. “You make everything feel like it’s—it’s gonna be okay and I can just—be like this with you. Why are you doing that?!”

“Because I like you. And everything can be okay with me. If that makes you feel happy. If you want me to.”

Billy hesitated before lying back down on Steve’s shoulder, melting into the safety of his welcoming warmth.

“Don’t you care about other people seeing us together? Like—like this?”

“No. We’re the coolest guys in Hawkins. And if someone said something, you’d probably pick a fight with them.”

Billy laughed, finally, for the first time since yesterday. “I probably would.” He sighed. “How the hell did this happen?”

“I dunno. I guess…a really fucked up situation brought us together and we just…clicked.”

“I didn’t know you liked guys.”

“I didn’t know you liked guys either.”

“I wanna keep learning about you, if...that’s cool.” Billy's voice was soft and bashful as he spoke.

“Yeah.” Steve squeezed him a little tighter. “It’s very cool.”

There was a calm, amicable silence between them.

“Been a crazy 24 hours huh?”

“Yeah.” Steve sighed. “Wanna go to my place and sleep this off?”

Billy nodded. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #jim hopper #neil hargrove tw #harringrove fanfiction #ivy.doc #caliscoops.doc

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BountyHunter!Jay: "If I am being petty. The resting bitch face you get when Crowder just breathes in your direction. If we are going for honesty, then I would have to say the criminally unfair way you just stand."

Speaking of 'bitch face'. Raylan's nose wrinkled up, one eye squinting shut as the corner of his mouth twisted up in a grimace in a version of the very look she'd taken to giving him shit about. "Think about it this way," he started, hand unconsciously held out to accentuate the explanation he needed her to hear, "you get sent back to your hometown against your will only to find the case they want you working on more often than not is of the person you worked very closely with in a dangerous situation. In our case, we spent a good amount of time working in the mines together and when you do that, you get to know a man. Now you come back home and find out he's causing all kind of offense and while they are wily, people are treating them like some kind of..."

Raylan trailed off and waved a hand in the air before reclaiming his beer bottle. "I don't know, outlaw king. So now you gotta go get this guy you dug coal with who works hard and maybe is a bit smarter than most you know and you gotta do it on your home turf while the ghost of the past are swimmin' round both your ankles, trying to drown you." He was self-aware enough to realize that he had just proven Jay's point and avoided looking over at her to see the expression of smug satisfaction. That would end in either him trying to dig up something to put the ball back in her court, an attempt to head inside to bed, or both.

"Me? I lean on a goddamn door sill because people take too long to get to the point. Sometimes it's a subtle attempt at making sure they know escalating a situation ain't in their favor. Maybe," he protested and took another sip of beer. "Since we are on the subject of arresting me which I know is your favorite thing to do, how 'bout the way you show up lookin' good enough to knock a man out by presence alone? Got a man thinking that the handcuffs weren't so bad if it wasn't for the charges not his that came with."

#v;; bounties and warrants #morgansmornings

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multi-fandom-imagine · 3 years

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Fuck! You! Heisenberg || Karl Heisenberg ||

A/n: I never thought that my first fic of Heisenberg would do so well, so now I am writing more.

Now that I finished his boss fight, it really made me sad since I thought that he and Ethan would have worked well together. It’s also depressing when you find his notes and he writes how he hates what Miranda, my boy calls himself a monster....well not anymore...he’s going to be happy damn it!

A/n2:This is connected to my other Karl fic, man I just think that it would be adorable if he was a dad.

Summary: You’re pregnant with your second child, Karl couldn’t be more happy about that, too bad the man loves to tease you about it.

Prompts Used:

+: “papa’s got you”

+:”I’m 41 weeks and 2 days along, how do you think I’m doing?”

+: “You’re not fat, you’re pregnant, and even if you were fat, I don’t care. I love you.”

+: “Honey you’re pregnant that’s all baby. You look beautiful.”

+: “Hello little one’s, this is your daddy speaking..”

Tagged: @girl-obsessed-with-things. @themagpiewitchescorner, @cookieuwupanda, @luvley-shadow, @rosariia25, @screechinginthevoid, @primusk, @ceooflovingpizza, @kbenziepie, @mrsfullbuster500, @princessemily129, @turtl3-warr1or, @aiko-akina-writes, @hannahhobnob, @littlebatsimagines, @ktcat88mph.

Karl never thought he would ever get the chance to be a father, after what Miranda did to him he didn’t think that he’d get the chance to be in a happy family. Not with that Tall bitch always breathing down his neck, though he couldn’t forget the creepy ass doll and the freak of nature. He’d honestly thought that he would die alone, a lonely mess. That was until he met you and now here he was.

A father to a three year little girl, though he was happy that his family was growing. Finding out that you were pregnant, well the man was over the moon about it, hell he felt rather proud of himself knowing that you were pregnant with twins.

Snapping out of his little day dream the man turned his attention to his daughter who was sniffling on the ground, her hair framing her face though it didn’t take a genius to figure out that she was crying. Frowning he wrinkled his nose then knelt down in front of her.

"Hey..shh shh pup...papa’s got you” Sighing he grasped her little hand. “What’s wrong sweetie.”

“You and mommy are gonna forget me.”

“What! that could never happen! You’re the first born, daddy will never forget his little pup.” Reaching out, Heisenberg gave her cheek a little pinch. “Mommy and daddy love you very much...now I think it’s past your bed time.” standing up he lifted his daughter in his arms as he carried her off to her bedroom.

“Daddy!! do the trick!” slipping out of her fathers arms she started to jump on her bed.

Snorting, a smile tugged at his lips. Holding out his hand it didn’t take long for a small metal horse to land in the palm of his hand. Raising the toy in the air he started to make it look like the horse was running. Letting the horse run around the room he listened as his daughter laughed. Once he got to one of her small shelves he rested the horse down. “Better?”

Nodding her head, the little girl then let out a yawn letting her father tuck her in. “Get some sleep princess.”

Once he knew that she was asleep he glanced around the living room looking for you, wrinkling his nose he then walked towards the bedroom. Wetting his lips the man was pleased to find you standing in front of a long mirror. You were wearing his long trench coat along with his hat. Both item's dwarfed your body even though you were pregnant. The man couldn’t believe that you could look sexy and adorable at the same time.

“Hey beautiful...how you feelin?”

Scowling you turned to face your husband, your hands on your hips. The brim of his hat covering your face. ”I’m 41 weeks and 2 days along, how do you think I’m doing?”

Though it did not take long for your lip to quiver as tears started to roll down your cheeks. “I’m so fat.”

Rubbing the back of his neck, Karl took a step forward as your fell into his arms, his hand rubbing your back as you sobbed into his chest. “You’re not fat, you’re pregnant, and even if you were fat, I don’t care. I love you.”

Stepping away from your husband, the scowl back on your face as you gave his chest a shove. “Fuck! You! Heisenberg.” turning your heel you did your best to move as you walked to the bathroom. Slamming the door you sat down on the toilet crossing your arm together.

Swearing under his breath, Karl rubbed the back of his neck. He knew he shouldn’t have pushed your buttons but he thought it was fun teasing you, he thought it was cute when you got angry but he knew that he had to fix this mess.

Walking towards the door the pressed his head against the wood. “Honey you’re pregnant, that’s all baby. You look beautiful.” hand hovering the door knob he knew the he could easily open it but he wanted to show you that he trusted you. Hearing the door click open he watched as the door slowly open, feeling you press your body against his, he then smiled as he nuzzled his nose into your neck.

“You mean that?”

“Of course y/n...I think your the sexiest woman alive....I mean I thought you were somethin when our little princess was born but now...damn.” Giving you a toothy grin he placed his hands on your bump, glancing up he pushed his coat side as he knelt to the ground. Resting his head on your belly, Karl’s grin slipped into a blissful smile as he felt the twins kick.

“That’s right my little pups...you’re mother is a beautiful woman...so you don’t gotta worry about looking like your old man.”

“Karl.”

Glancing up at you the closed his eyes, he felt like he could stay like this all night.”Hello little one’s, that was your daddy speaking..alright...I just want you to know how loved you both are. You gotta your mother and me, not to mention a big sister to look after you both...” Standing up he then gave your forehead a kiss. He would do whatever it took to protect his family, he didn’t care, nothing was going to take them away from him.

Cupping his cheeks you drew Karl in for a soft kiss. “It’s a two way street Karl, we’re all going to look after each other...I promise you that.”

“Hell darling, I believe you now lets get you to bed alright.”

“Alright.”

#resident evil #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #Karl Heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #Karl Heisenberg re8 #resident evil Karl Heisenberg #heisenberg x reader #re8 heisenberg #house heisenberg #resident evil heisenberg #heisenberg factory #heisenburg #re #drabble #drabbles

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arrowflier · 3 years

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prompt, if you have the time: ian and mickey talking about ian's bipolar in a really chill manner. like they are married and their convo after securing business made me think about how many other convos we missed 😔❤️

Disclaimer: I don’t know what it’s like to actually live with bipolar. That makes me nervous because I want to do right by it, so if I miss the mark on prompts like this, please do let me know. Also, this starts out a bit dramatic because when aren't they, but I promise they chill out.

Take Off Your Mask (don’t compensate for me)

Mickey is at the bathroom sink, getting ready to brush his teeth, when Ian comes in behind him. He watches the reflection of that messy red hair get closer as he squeezes minty toothpaste onto his brush—well, onto a brush, he’s not totally sure whose is whose at this point. Ian’s arms wrap easily around his waist, hands dipping just a little too low for common decency, and Mickey leans back into him as Ian bends to breathe against his neck.

“Mmm, again?” Mickey murmurs as Ian licks that sensitive patch of skin just behind his ear, those broad, warm palms heavy on his hips. “Didn’t I just take care of that?” he adds, pushing his hips back.

But Ian shifts so they don’t make contact, their lower halves stubbornly separated even as he plasters his chest to Mickey’s back, and Mickey knows something is wrong.

“You uh…” he starts, suppressing the sudden fluttering feeling in his chest, the one you get when you stand up too fast. He swallows. “You feelin’ good, man?”

Ian pauses behind him, and Mickey can feel him breathing. In and out, in and out, but just a touch too fast. He knows despite his efforts, the words came out cautious, came out concerned. And Ian had definitely noticed.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Ian tries casually, bringing sharp teeth to nibble at Mickey’s ear. “Can’t I just be turned on by my husband?”

“Yeah,” Mickey agrees, “sure you can.” He pulls away though, just enough to get Ian looking in the mirror, and meets his eyes through their reflections in the glass.

“But you’re not, though,” Mickey says, and Ian shoves away from him with a heavy sigh.

“Never mind,” he mutters, looking at the floor. He starts to leave, but Mickey’s having none of that, and sets his unused toothbrush down with a clatter to make a grab for Ian’s arm.

“Hey, wait,” he gets out before Ian is spinning on him again, pushing his hand away.

“I just wanted to do something for you,” Ian growls, leaving Mickey stunned with the sudden shift in attitude. “I know that wasn’t enough, earlier, I know I haven’t been enough. Not since they upped my fucking meds.”

“The fuck are you on about?” Mickey asks, completely mystified. “When did I say any of that?”

“Just now!” Ian bellows, and Mickey’s not having that, either.

“Yo,” he states firmly. “Knock that the fuck off.”

And Ian does. His eyes go wide at the iron in Mickey’s voice, and then he’s deflating. Like a balloon animal from the fair that you leave in your room for too long, he goes from overfilled and pressurized to a limp, wrinkled mess in no time flat.

“Sorry,” Ian manages softly. “I’ll just…” And then he’s leaving the room, leaving Mickey staring at the space where he had been, wishing he was better at all of this shit.

Mickey rubs his face with tired hands, then follows.

He finds Ian in their room, huddled on his side of the bed. The blankets are still kicked to the bottom of the mattress where they had left them, Ian’s toes tucked underneath as he sits with his knees to his chest.

Mickey sits on the edge next to him, facing him. Pokes at his leg until Ian looks up.

“Hey,” he says simply. “What’s goin’ on?”

Ian bites his lip, so Mickey reaches out and pokes that, too.

“You gotta talk to me, man,” he presses. “We’re married now, you can’t just run off on me.”

Mentioning their recent commitment is always a surefire way to get Ian smiling, and Mickey counts it as a victory when his husband’s lips can’t help but twitch upward. Ian doesn’t seem any closer to speaking, but Mickey can be patient. They have the time, now.

He doesn’t have to wait very long before Ian relaxes, letting his legs straighten on the bed and folding his hands loosely in his lap. Ian twists his wedding ring on his finger, stares at it, then reaches over and takes Mickey’s hand where it lies against the sheets.

“Been feeling off again,” he starts quietly, stroking the back of Mickey’s hand with his thumb.

Mickey raises an eyebrow, even though Ian can’t see it with his gaze fixed on the clasped hands.

“You think?” he offers dryly, and there’s that hint of a smile again.

“Yeah,” Ian admits. “I know. It’s just…” he hesitates, then pushes on. “I’m happy, you know? I am.”

Mickey nods.

“I am,” Ian repeats with emphasis, and Mickey just snorts.

“Didn’t say you weren’t, Ian, what the fuck?” He pulls his hand away and places it on Ian’s cheek, turning his face so he can look him in the eye.

“Just tell me what’s happenin’ here,” he asks. “You were fine earlier, so what got into that brain of yours to make you think somethin’ was wrong? That you had to make somethin’ up to me?”

Ian shrugs. “Don’t know,” he answers. “I never fucking know, that’s the problem." He laughs humorlessly. "And I can't even keep you from noticing."

Mickey can work with that.

“Alright,” he says casually. “Just the usual shit, then, huh?” He can see Ian’s eyes widen, but he doesn’t let him say anything, or turn away.

“Thought you might be on an upswing,” Mickey continues, “comin’ at me less than an hour after the last time and all. But that’s not it, obviously.”

Ian shakes his head, to the extent that he can with his chin in Mickey’s grasp.

“Downswing, then,” Mickey decides, and nods to himself. “You feel like shit, and that asshole brain of yours is tellin’ you you’re shit, too. Tellin’ you you’re not enough again, or that you’re too much?”

Ian doesn’t try to argue. “Not enough,” he admits, then, “maybe both,” a second later.

“Alright,” Mickey says again. Then he drops his hand from Ian’s face, straightens his back, and stares him in the eye.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do,” Mickey orders. “You’re gonna go take your meds—” he holds up a hand to stop Ian’s protest, “I know you didn’t do it yet, you moron, I was in the bathroom the whole time. So you’re gonna go take ‘em,” he repeats, “and I’m gonna call your doctor. I know they said to give it a couple weeks, but you shouldn’t be havin’ to deal with this.”

“Okay,” Ian agrees softly.

“Then,” Mickey continues, “you’re gonna get a shower and put on something clean, because I can’t make you feel better, but I can damn well make you comfortable.”

Ian sighs. “Mickey…” he starts, and Mickey think he knows what’s coming: the usual diatribe of you shouldn’t have to, this is my problem, just leave me alone.

But it never comes. Instead, Ian leans over, kisses him lightly on frowning lips.

“Thanks,” he whispers, and Mickey cracks a smile.

“Yeah yeah, whatever,” he mutters, but he knows Ian can tell that he’s pleased. “Go take your pills, bitch.”

He moves to let Ian off the bed. Before the other man can get through the door, though, he calls out to him again.

“Ian,” he says, and waits for him to turn around with questioning eyes. “Come downstairs when you’re done, yeah? We’ll lay on the sofa, watch some shitty movies or somethin’.”

Ian smiles. “Yeah? Gonna cuddle me better, Mick?”

Mickey bites his lip, but he knows he’s grinning back. “Maybe. You got a problem with that, tough guy?”

“No,” Ian says over his shoulder as he turns and heads back to the bathroom. “Not at all.”

"And Ian?" Mickey calls out one more time before Ian can close the bathroom door.

"No more hidin' this shit, yeah?" he says. "No more puttin' on a mask for me, no more tryin' to compensate for somethin' that ain't even there."

He moves toward the bedroom door, rests a hand on the jamb.

"I'm in this, okay?" he confirms. "So let me be fuckin' in it."

Ian's back tenses, then relaxes again.

"Okay, Mick," he agrees. "Okay."

And it might not be okay right then, but it will be.

They always will be.

#back to our regularly scheduled programming #thanks for bearing with me through Gallavich week #daily speedwrite #fanfic #gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #supportive husbands #bipolar disorder #mental illness #let me know if other trigger tags are needed

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