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grlpartdoll · 4 months

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Ok so this is Sort of. Part 2 to this but not really?? It's kind of more like a what-if marvel episode Lol. Soap falls in love with reader and he's the one to pick her back up !! Again 18+ only Pls!!! No filth in this one. Just pure fluff.

Anyway. Soap eventually gets tired of this dynamic. He's your best friend, has been since the very first day you two met. Simon doesn't typically keep you around his friend — but Soap wasn't exactly the type to be told no.

His barely concealed crush on you makes Simon irritated, but it doesn't make others raise eyebrows that much.

It's obvious why someone would fall for you — such a sweet girl, with the kindest, biggest heart around. It was only a matter of time before anyone around you did fall in love with you.

So, anyway, Soap has a pathetic, schoolboy crush on you, and when you're in the throes of sadness and self hatred because of Simon, he's the one to pull you out each time, just until Ghost gets his hands on you, and breaks you all over again.

The first time you sort of notice it is when you come back from a night away with Simon, where he fucked you proper and then left you to sleep alone in his room while he went to the gym.

You come to your own quarters bruised and sloppy and barely able to walk, and Soap practically explodes out of his seat at the realization that you'd been fucked and then dumped like some dirty rag.

So Soap runs you a bath. And it's a little weird, and a little awkward, at first, but he's your best friend, he'd never let anything bad happen to you as long as you're with him.

And sure. His pants make a tent while he washes you. But, "it's only natural, Bonnie. 'm with a pretty girl and she's sitting there, naked, lettin' me soap her. I ken only stupid men wouldn't get hard."

And unlike when you're with Ghost, you don't really feel like it's purely sexual. Simon might have genuine feelings for you — maybe, you don't know — but he'd never shown it to you except for when hes balls deep inside you, whispering about how much he loves you. You feel like Soap actually cares as he drains your bath, gets you all bundled up in a towel and rubs you down nice and slow.

He doesn't mean to, but he kisses a bruise on your shoulder. And you, because you can't really think and because Simon has you still so far into your head, don't even care to try to figure out what it might mean, that he's soothing over your bruises with his lips.

Soap helps you remove the little makeup you have left, cooing at you when you try to do it yourself that you're "jus' such a sleepy girl, let me get that for you, poppet,"

You don't ask how he knows every step of your routine without a single fault. Once you feel fresh and clean again, Soap gets you into bed, and because you're vulnerable and would do anything for warmth that resembles sleeping in Simon's arms, you ask him to stay.

He gives you one of those smiles you hate. You know he's concealing his emotions with a shit-eating grin only because he's given it to Simon when, in a heated argument, he's said something that hurt his feelings.

So Soap doesn't sleep with you. When he's gone, you think you'll cry for a moment, but you don't. Your body doesn't hurt as much, and your heart is just a bit less restless.

Soap, the next day, (or really, the next night, because you spend the day in bed and wake up at an ungodly hour,) makes you food, and doesn't force you to finish your plate. He's just happy to see you eat.

When you're done, he brushes your hair and braids it, and it's so domestic it makes your heart ache. You two go and run together. He pushes when he knows you can do better, but stops when tears threaten to spill over. He pushes you, but knows your limits intimately, and doesn't push them like Simon would. Simon would keep asking for more, keep demanding more of you.

Simon disappears. The days pass slowly, but surely, and Soap begins to catch your little broken pieces one by one. Carefully, he pieces you back up, and you start to feel more human. The morning training helps, and the days spent with Soap and Gaz and your own friends actually starts to make you feel slightly more human — less like a fucktoy that exists for Simon's pleasure.

You're in the resting hall with Soap one day, piecing together a puzzle while he scrolls on his phone, shopping for clothes for when he goes back to visit his mum during his break. You all have a break planned three weeks from now, where Price plans to halt activities for at least a month. And it's nice, to look forward to something, but you honestly can't help but think that you, unlike everyone else, don't have anyone to go back to. Just like Simon. And perhaps that is why you two belong together.

But then he makes an offhanded comment about how he's going to buy a blanket for you, because his car's heating is shit, and he's been meaning to get it fixed, but for now the blanket will have to do while you fulfill your passenger princess duties.

"What?" You make, a bit confused.

He gazes up from his phone, cocking a brow at you. "Thought you'd like it. To spend the holidays with me and my ma. Y'dont got ta. But I'd like to have ya' bonnie."

And you think that that's when you realise that maybe you could love Soap — Johny, and that maybe you could finally have something to go back to.

So you agree, and of course Johny is giddy. In his head, that's finally a step towards you two being together. That's finally a step towards making you his and treating you right. Once the three weeks are up, you pack up your shit and you don't look back.

Simon sends you a text when you're halfway to Soap's mother's house, music blasting, the multiple blankets wrapped around your top and bottom.

Simon : where are you?

Simon : you're not at the barracks.

Simon : your stuff is gone.

Simon : where are you?

You take a while to reply. Not because you don't know how to, but because Soap notices, and snatches your phone. And it makes you laugh for once, and you don't feel like having a breakdown.

Soap manages to snap a photo of him driving, and you grumpily pawing at him for your phone back, and sends it to Simon.

You don't hear from him after that.

Soap's mother is warm and kind and inviting when you're introduced, she holds your hands like her son in a freakishly similar fashion, and kisses the top of them after patting them multiple times.

You tell her your names four times, but she forgets, and instead calls you "love". It's not on her — Soap tells you. Shes forgetful. Tends to forget everything, including taking care of herself. Which is why he wants to come home — before she forgets him, too.

That night, after a warm homecooked dinner and a long movie with hot chocolate and marshmallows, you don't exactly mean to seek out Soap, but there's something about the cold, and you needing to be held, and thinking too much about if Simon is alright. You want to shut it all out.

So you slip quietly into his childhood bedroom, and then under his covers. Soap doesn't even question it, only wraps you all up and presses you up against his naked chest, his deep, Scottish drawl telling you to "Go to sleep, poppet. I've got you."

And he does. When you wake up, he's still there. And he's staring at you. And it's all so much, you feel like your heart might burst in your chest.

You want to kiss him. But you don't. You let him hold you, and pray that if nothing else happens, he might still remain with you after everything, even if you're not willing to give him your body, or your lips.

And he does. After you both shower, he takes you and his mum to a local breakfast restaurant and treats you both to the best food in town. Everyone there somehow knows him, (though only as Johny, and never as Soap) and he makes it his goal to make sure everyone he sees also gets introduced to you.

He wraps an arm around your waist, puffs his chest, and tells everyone you're his best girl, his golden girl, his four-leaf clover. Someone eventually asks about when they'll see a ring on your finger. And before you can retort anything, Soap tells them that he'd sooner or later do it.

You think he's joking. He's not.

He takes you home after a day of outings to small rural markets and an amusement park. That night, when you're in bed, laying next to him, you ask him if he meant that. If he'd really marry you, if it came down to it.

His response doesn't change.

You're not sure if that's why you kiss him. You just know you do. Because if there is one thing you do know, its that you love Soap — your Johny — and that he loves you.

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scar-crossedlvrs · 11 months

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I have an idea... I'm not sure you'd like it, but I love your writing, so I thought I'd give it a shot - what if Carlos S/O's ex ( who are now distant friends ) shows up at their place, totally hammered after a really tough situation and out of pity/friendship and fear hes going to drunk drive she lets him stay on the couch for the night.

Meanwhile, Carlos is trying to be understanding but is having a hard time hiding his annoyance and jealousy? Could be fluff or smut- :) up to you

Carlos Oliveira - Only Yours

i’m flattered that you love my writing!! hearing compliments like that are the reason i keep going!! anyway i definitely loved this idea and went with fluff on this but idk part 2 smut someday???

ft an unnamed blonde hair blue eyed ex bf.

“Babe I think there’s someone at the door.”

Carlos’ voice coming from the next room is the only thing that tears you from the book in your lap, and you finally can hear the inconsistent knocking on the front door. Your eyes slide to the clock on the mantle, glowing a faint 11:30 pm.

It was late. Too late for a visitor.

“I’ll see who it is.” you sigh, marking your place in your book and traipsing to the front door as another string of haphazard knocks come from the other side.

The door swings open, and the first thing that you notice is the reek of alcohol, whiskey breath from the figure in the doorway. Familiar icy eyes that you hadn’t seen in months stare at you, the man drunk beyond comprehension.

“What are you doing? It’s nearly midnight.”

Your arms cross as you speak, brows furrowed in a mixture of concern and annoyance. His head tilts, seemingly confused. “Can’t visit an old friend?” the blonde’s words are slurring as he sways in his spot.

“Not at midnight and definitely not after months of no contact.”

He was a mess and you couldn’t help but worry about how he had managed to get here, or why exactly he was here.

“ ‘m sorry ‘bout that. Been busy. Jus’ wanna talk. Need a friend right now.”

Your eyes soften slightly, and open your mouth to speak when a possessive arm wraps around your waist.

“Everything okay over here?” Carlos’ voice is in your ear now. “I was getting worried.”

He’s speaking directly to you, eyes trained on your face and you take a moment to glance up at him with a nod. “You remember…?” You gesture to the door as you speak.

“Yeah, we met last time.” His arm tightens around you as he glances at the drunken man finally, giving him a stiff nod in greeting.

“He’s gonna stay here tonight.” Your words seem to surprise both of them, but you continue before either man could protest. “We’ve got a pretty comfy couch, and I’m not taking no for an answer.”

Unable to argue with you, Carlos helped you to get the drunk man into the living room and onto the couch. As amiable as he was being, you could easily tell he wasn’t exactly happy with the situation at hand. His eyes stayed glued to you as you took the time to help the blonde male get his jacket and shoes off without hurting himself.

“Thanks.” He said with a sheepish grin, leaning back on the couch with a content grunt.

“I’ve got some extra blankets and pillows in the bedroom, just wait here.” You reply, heading off down the hallway to find the stash of spare bedding somewhere in your bedroom closet.

You’re digging through the closet when the bedroom door closes behind you. A soft smirk pulls across your lips, as Carlos sulks across the room. It’s obvious that he wants to say something by the amount of pacing he’s doing. “You’re upset.” You say, turning with an armful of bedding in your arms. “You’re really bad at hiding it when you are.”

“No.” His answer is short and sharp, and you give him a knowing look. “Okay fine, maybe a little bit. You can’t blame me though.”

“There’s nothing to be worried about.” “So you’re telling me if my ex-girlfriend showed up here late at night claiming she wanted to talk, you’d be okay with it? You’d be okay if I let her stay here?”

His arms cross as you can feel his eyes on you. You let out a soft breath, dropping the blanket onto the bed with a sigh. “He’s drunk and a lot more harmless here than he would be driving home. I’d hope you’d consider the same if you were in my position.” You reply, slowly taking a few steps around the bed in order to close the distance between the two of you. Fingers find purchase on his crossed forearms, hoping that he’d relax under your touch. “Plus you didn’t have an issue when we had met him for drinks last time.”

You could feel the muscles tense under your fingertips. “That’s different.” His eyes avoided your gaze, “We were in public with other friends. And it was before everyone started talking about how they thought you were going to spend an eternity with him.”

There it was, the source of his annoyance. You sigh softly, moving your hands from his crossed arms to the sides of his face, pulling his eyes to yours gently.

“You have absolutely nothing to worry about, Carlos.” Your voice is soft and reassuring. “That was years ago, plus might I remind you I’m the one who broke things off.”

His arms relax a little falling to his sides, and you take a moment to guide them around your waist before resting your hands back on his face. Instinctively, Carlos tightens his arms around you.

“I love you, can’t help but worry that someone’s coming to snatch you away.” he says, still grouchy.

“There’s nobody else for me but you.” You pull his face closer, placing a sweet kiss on his lips which finally makes him smile. “I’ll prove it if I have to, just as soon as I’m done dealing with our guest.”

You let go of his face and move to collect the spare bedding once more. There’s a grunt as Carlos tightens his arms around you once again.

“I’ll deal with it, you get to wait here and think about how you’re gonna prove it.”

He lets go of you with a cheeky wink, obviously feeling better.

Just what had you gotten yourself into now?

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blushweddinggowns · 10 months

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"Hey there. I'm Eddie."

If Chrissy had known back then that those four words would change her life forever, she probably would have taken the coward’s route out like her friends did. She would have turned up her nose, ignored him, and would have stayed in the safe lane of her normal life. And that would have been the end of it.

But no, instead she had to smile at him, her eyes finally leaving the adorable girl screaming over her boyfriend losing at the claw game so she could introduce herself, "Chrissy."

It’s not like it was shocking to see him, not with Steve Harrington in the building. It was a little weirder to see him crashing a date with his obvious new girlfriend, but then again it was Eddie Munson. Weirdness kind of just came with the territory.

Eddie grinned back at her, firmly shaking her hand before jerking his head in the direction of the claw machine, "Let's walk and talk."

Chrissy could feel her friend's eyes boring into her back. This was the moment where she was supposed to politely rebuff, maybe make it clear that she had a boyfriend. A boyfriend who was off at some summer basketball camp, but a boyfriend nonetheless. But for some reason, she didn't.

She didn’t even look back at them, she was just too damn curious to see what he wanted. Because people like Eddie Munson didn’t talk to people like Chrissy Cunningham. Even if she always wished they would. There was just something about the guy that she always liked, a thought that she never dared to say out loud. Not unless she wanted to piss Jason, her mom, and all of her friends off in one fell swoop.

But she couldn’t help but find him kind of charming, with his lunch table rants and no craps-given attitude. Not to mention how high school labels obviously meant nothing to him, not when he had Steve Harrington for a best friend. She admired it. Probably admired it too much. Maybe even a creepy amount, considering how often she would sneak glances at the two of them during shared classes and lunch. It was just… nice. To see two people having fun together without a care in the world.

So she followed him, heart beating a little faster when she realized they were walking towards the silly pretty girl.

"So, I couldn't help but notice you were looking at my friend over there," Eddie said as they went, jerking his head in their direction, “And I just figured I could help you out with that.”

"You mean Steve?" Chrissy asked, brow furrowed. It made sense that's who Eddie thought she was looking at. Everyone looked at Steve, despite the fact that he had already graduated, he was still pretty high on the list of cute guys that her friends never stopped talking about.

But Chrissy went with it anyway, happy to take the convenient route that had been set up for her, "Um yeah. He's pretty good at the game isn't he?"

She had absolutely no idea if he was good or not. She had been too busy watching his girlfriend being adorable to really notice.

But Eddie shook his head at her answer, frowning like she had said something disappointing, "I was actually talking about Robin."

Robin.

So that's what her name was. Chrissy couldn’t help but think it suited her, especially when she was happy. She had seen her around school before, but never like this. All loud and smiley. She was used to seeing her with her eyes down and lips pursed in the school hallways. Always looking like she’d rather be anywhere but here.

Chrissy had always wanted to introduce herself, maybe become the reason that she smiled for once. But she never had the courage to actually go through with it. Besides, it wasn’t… smart for her to get close to girls like that anyway.

Her thoughts must have shown on her face because the next thing she knew Eddie was softening. He was looking at her in a weird way, one that made her feel a little too exposed before kindly asking, "Want me to introduce you two?"

That was a bad idea. A very bad idea if the way her heart was racing was anything to go by.

Chrissy could tell just from looking at her that this was not the kind of girl she could be friends with. Not with the way her treacherous mind worked. She only hung around girls that she didn’t particularly like for a reason. It made things simpler and made the fantasies a lot easier to swallow without the emotional connection.

A polite No, thank you, was just on the edge of escaping when it happened. Steve had finally, actually managed to win something. And it had Robin cheering like a little kid, jumping up and down like getting a cheap stuffed elephant was the highlight of her year.

And she looked so freaking happy and pretty and Chrissy was betraying herself before she could think better of it, "Sure."

It had been a mistake on her part. A huge freaking mistake that she was partially blaming Eddie for, but a mistake nonetheless. Because meeting Robin Buckely became an immediate problem. A massive issue that took up most of her headspace in an embarrassing amount of time.

Chrissy had basically been obsessed with her since the first, shy little Hi, she let out when Eddie introduced the two of them. And it just kept getting worse.

Because Robin was… wonderful. Completely unlike anyone she’d ever met, girls and guys alike. She was smart, like spoke four freaking languages smart, but not intimidatingly so. No, she was too busy being sweet and funny to make Chrissy feel bad for her own lack of brains. And Robin was criminally funny. She was at her best when she was with Steve, the two of them bouncing hilarious jabs back and forth, almost always in complete sync.

It had been the shock of her life when Eddie told her they had only met that same summer. Which meant they had probably been dating for even less time. But the two of them clicked in a way that she couldn’t help but envy. And that envy was turning into some pretty venomous jealousy intensely fast. Because Steve was around all the time. It turned out that getting to know Robin didn't just mean getting to know Robin. It meant getting to know Steve. And by extension, Eddie. And oddly enough, Nancy Wheeler. Plus a strange array of nerdy soon-to-be freshmen.

And she liked that, how close they all were. She did, despite how sick seeing Robin and Steve together made her. Because all of her friends were just as equally amazing as she was. Especially Eddie, who was a close second in terms of her favorites from the insanely welcoming group.

Eddie, who for some crazy reason thought that Chrissy was good enough to be their friend. She wasn’t. She figured that out quick enough after realizing that she was suddenly surrounded by insanely talented people. Robin was basically perfection in a human being. Eddie had his music, Nancy had her insane brain, one that seemed to have been passed off to her brother and all of his little friends. Even Steve was unique enough in his own right, with his crazy charm and magnetic personality. But Chrissy was just… Chrissy. She was boring and she knew it. All she was good for were her looks, and even those were fading fast according to her mom.

But the thing was, they never made her feel like she was boring. No, Robin was always interested in hearing her talk about her lame interests. Like her gardening and flower-arranging hobbies were so interesting. And Eddie actually liked the annoying way she would talk over movies. Liked it enough for them to end up having full-blown conversations that would get popcorn thrown at them, but still.

They were all so… kind. Not nice, no. Steve was way too much of a bitch for that group to ever be considered nice, but… they were loving. And they cared about each other in a real way. A real way that Chrissy wasn’t used to, but she knew she didn’t belong in it. No matter how much she loved it.

This whole soiree of spending time with people she actually liked had a time limit. She would have to get back to her old life eventually, probably with some groveling added to make up for completely ignoring her friend group to hang around the resident freaks. Jason would be back for the first day of school soon enough, and she knew without a doubt that he would be pissed if he ever heard about what she had been up to during the month he was gone.

And she couldn’t even blame him. Who wouldn’t? No boy would like having some other dude all over their girlfriend, even if it wasn’t like that. And Eddie had undoubtedly been the sole reason she ever even had access to these people. Just because she had been blessed with catching his eye. She had thought that something would have happened with him by now, whether that be flirting or a failed kiss attempt. Because why else would Eddie hang around someone like her if not to try and get into her pants?

But it wasn’t like that. It just… wasn’t it? He never made a move on her. He never even did anything that was close to trying, and neither did the spoken for Steve. They just treated her like… her. Not something to be won, just their friend. If anything, Eddie was like a brother to her, in a startlingly small amount of time.

And she was really, really going to miss that. But she couldn’t keep this up forever. She was already struggling to keep her mom from knowing about them, with varying levels of success. The one time she had actually met Eddie was enough to make Chrissy want to die of mortification. She had treated him so… terribly. It made her feel ill remembering it. And that was with her mom being disinterested in her life. Summer had always been a welcome break from her mom’s iron thumb. She just had a harder time caring about Chrissy when there were no events for her to be at, no titles to be won, and no outside people to impress.

But now with school going back into session, she was going to be extra vigilant to be sure that her daughter was at her best and prettiest. And that included monitoring who she was friends with. Her mom was back on the ball, spending the last few days before the start of the school year constantly reminding Chrissy of the rules:

Never weigh more than 110 pounds. Weigh yourself daily to keep up with body changes.

Write down everything you eat. No expectations. Calories should stay within 1200, no ifs, ands, or buts.

Never leave the house without make-up, or better yet, never leave without your make-up being checked.

If you end up overeating, fix it quietly. No one wants to hear the head cheerleader making unseemingly noises.

Chrissy had spent the last two years following them to a T. She really didn’t need the reminders. But she got them nonetheless. And at least there was one positive of her new friendships effectively ending, she wouldn’t have to deal with the foodstuff anymore. Because as much as she loved Eddie she couldn’t get past the fact that he liked to cook. And then share what he made with all of his friends. All the time. And he was good at it, too good, and Chrissy didn’t need a scale to know she gained weight since the short time of meeting him.

And she couldn’t do what she needed to do with them all around. She didn’t want them to know. She couldn’t let them know. Especially not Robin. She didn’t… she didn’t want her to know how gross she really was. How she didn’t even have the self-control needed to keep her figure, she had to cheat instead. Especially since Robin was so stupidly attractive. All without even trying. She was… naturally beautiful. In some dumb fae-creature kind of way that Chrissy couldn’t stop thinking about.

Maybe that would be another benefit of not talking to them anymore. Maybe then Chrissy could go a night without thinking about her. Without thinking… bad things about her. Shameful things that she didn’t have the self-control to not think about it, or worse, actually act on. But there she was, being dirty and thinking of her new friend while she had a hand between her legs, thoughts full of Robin’s long fingers and the pretty shape of her lips.

Yeah. Some distance would probably be a good thing. But that didn’t stop Chrissy from wanting to cry when the first day of school came. An urge that just got worse and worse as the day went on.

But she held it together. She did everything she was supposed to. Her mom checked her face and outfit before she left, with a passing grade. Though not without comment that her foundation shade was the slightest bit off. Then Jason picked her up, they kissed, she acted excited that he was back, then felt immediately guilty that she wasn’t. But she didn’t let any of it show on her face, she was better at that by now.

And part of her did miss him. Jason was a sweet guy. The sweetest of the ones her mom approved of. And he was cute and respectful, never trying to push Chrissy past her limits. And making out with him wasn’t… terrible. It was better than her last boyfriend at least. She didn’t hate it, so that was a plus. And yeah, maybe he was a little bland but so was Chrissy.

She didn’t exactly have room to talk. Plus, he loved her, for some reason. And she really wanted to love him back. And if she just kept working on it, she knew that one day she would. Right?

She really hoped so.

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puffpasstea · 2 years

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A/N: I’ve been having some weird glitches and technical difficulties. I’m not sure if my posts aren’t going through or if I’m not receiving notifications about people seeing them. Please let me know if this is showing up for you? 🥺 it’s not as good as I’d have liked but I know I haven’t posted in a bit so I wanted to get it out for you guys. Lots of way more talented writers have done subspace blurbs way better than I ever could. But I haven’t seen any dom space and subdrop/ domdrop blurbs out there. (Unless I’m just not coming across them. If you know of any, send them my way!) so I wanted to write my own.

summary: dom!h experiencing drop.

warnings: angst? ————

It wasn’t unusual for Harry to be as eagle-eyed as he is tender after sex, so she hadn’t really thought anything of it. Not when he ran his fingers over the red and bruised patches of her skin where the crop had hit her repeatedly, and tried to subtly watch for signs of wincing, or whimpering, or any other indication that he’d injured her. Not when he examined the sides of her neck thoroughly, where his firm grasp had left finger marks. Not even when he’d silently kissed down her body after they’d gotten out of the bath as he massaged her tense muscles and helped her get ready for bed. All of that affection and attention was normal for Harry. It was part of the reason she’d learned to trust and open up to him. He’d always made her feel safe, respected, and cherished. But, looking back on it now, perhaps there was something off about him last night?

She’d been too out of it to notice that maybe he was being quieter than usual. Harry’s been known to crack a few corny jokes afterwards. Usually, that’s his not-so-secret way to assess if she’s out of subspace without asking her or making her feel rushed. He’d make a couple of jokes and wait for her reaction to see if she’s feeling alert enough to hear and comprehend his jokes. Of course, she’d figured it out pretty quickly after she noticed him watching her carefully as she rolled her eyes at his puns. but, something about his cheesy dad jokes, so soon after he’d railed the shit out of her, made her heart melt so she never confessed that she was on to him. Going back over it in her mind, she doesn’t recall him making any jokes last night. And, come to think of it, while he did hold her in his arms in bed all night, he wasn’t as chatty as usual. They’d normally have a running conversation about whatever was on Netflix in the background, or he’d lull her to sleep by talking about his day or by asking about her schedule for the next morning. He’d promise to take her out over the weekend or mention a restaurant that he wants them to try sometime. He did none of those things last night. She feels so insensitive for not noticing any of this until now.

“Harry?” She pokes her head into his home office and sees him, at his desk, staring mindlessly at the computer screen.

“Hmm?” He whips his head instantly at the mention of his name. She can tell she’s startled him, and the look in his eyes as they lock on hers makes her sad.

“What’s the matter? Are you in any pain?” Harry asks, gesturing for her to come closer.

She smiles, relieved, thinking that he wants her closer so he could hug or kiss her. “I’m not in pain, Harry…”

She leans over his chair, but instead of planting a kiss on her lips, Harry’s moving her around, examining various spots on her body with knitted brows and a critical gaze.

“Wha- what’s happening right now?”

“Jus’ makin’ sure you’re all good.”

“What do you mean-” and then it hits her. “Oh, Harry…” She takes his face in both of her hands and kisses him, deeply, causing his investigative touch to freeze around her body and his eyes to flutter shut instantly.

He’s breathless when she pulls away and he avoids her eyes, looking down at his feet. She stands in the gap between his legs and coaxes him to look at her but Harry buries his face into her torso and wraps his arms around her waist instead. She’s officially alarmed at this point but doesn’t want to say the wrong thing and risk him withdrawing into himself again. He’s been hiding in his office all day and this is their first interaction since last night. So, she runs her hands through his hair and scratches his scalp gently, hearing him hum into her body like a purring cat.

‘Missed you today” she mumbles, kissing his hair. “You’ve been holed up here all day.” She feels Harry stiffened against her. “Hey, what’s the matter?” she peels herself from him and looks down into his eyes.

“Nothin’” he’s barely audible.

“Talk to me” she squats to be at eye level with him.

“I’d really better not.”

“What do you mean? Have I done something wrong?”

“ No! No, no. Of course not. It’s-” Hearing her question Harry’s eyes shoot up to meet her and he grabs her wrist, urgently, for a brief moment before he notices the marks left behind by the restraints he’d tied her in last night and immediately lets go.

Baffled by his hesitation, she loses patience. “It’s what, Harry? What is going on with you?”

“It’s this.” he says, bringing her attention to the cuff marks on her wrists that she hadn’t noticed were there. “I- I can’t touch you. I don’t wanna open my mouth- I’m scared I’ll say the wrong thing and you’ll think I’m a monster! I- fuck, I mean, I did this to you!”

“Harry, I would never think you’re a monster!”

“Why not? Hmm? Why the hell not? I hurt you! Who does that?! Who the fuck gets off on watching someone they love feel pain? It’s-”

“Hey, hey, stop. Look at me. Harry, look at me, please!” She brushes his curls out of his eyes and smiles at him. “I like pain. Okay? I do. I want you to hurt me. I promise. You’re not hurting me when you do these things to me. Not at all! You’re making me very, very happy.”

He’s stunned into silence.

When she sees, from his eyes, that he’s trying to take her words in, she gives him more. “Do you know how much love and trust I have for you to even let you do that shit to me? I wouldn’t let just anyone tie me up like that, immobilize me, wrap their hands around my neck and fucking choke me, if I didn’t trust that they’d stop when I needed them to. If I didn’t know for a fact that you’d rather cut your hand off before you use it to harm me I wouldn’t let you anywhere near me.”

Harry was smiling now, blinking back tears, his dimples gradually growing.

“Yeah?” was all he was able to say without giving away the lump in his throat.

“Mhm.” She went back to running her fingers through her hair as she spoke. “This is just dom-drop. Your brain tricking you.”

Harry nodded knowingly.

“We have a safeword, remember? If I really felt hurt, I coulda used it to tap out, right?”

“R-right.” He sniffled.

“And I know that, had I done that, you’d have listened. Honored out agreement and stopped immediately, yeah?”

“O-of course. Would never make you keep going if you didn’t want to.”

“Exactly. And I know that. I promise. I could never imagine a world in which you are anything but attentive and responsible.”

Harry let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding and wiped his tears away with the back of his arm. “I love you.”

“I know. And I love you too. Now come to bed and cuddle me, I’ve been waiting all day.”

#dom!harry #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #harry styles fanfic #harry styles blurb

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leeehye · 1 year

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Baby Bear (Part 1?)

Summary - Having the opportunity to be with Jongho, your husband, you are faced with a small problem, Minho, Jongho's son who doesn't seem to like you. You will have to win Minho's little heart for the good of everyone, and mostly for your love to Jongho.

a/n - hey loves 💕 I decided to post a Jongho fluff imagine. I think this is really cute and I don't know if I should make it a little series. Let me know!

Also thank you for all the love to my Hongjoong imagine. Enjoy!

WARNINGS⚠️ - Nothing really just towards the end a little. But nothing happens. ALL FLUFF ☁️ in my opinion. (baby talking included)

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You had just married Choi Jong-ho, which made you his second wife after he had gone through a nasty divorce with his arranged wife. The love that you two had for each other goes way back, and due to his arranged marriage later on and the threats you both received he had to accept the marriage in order to protect you. Now his ex wife is out of the picture and you two can be happily together…

though there was still a little problem… or two his baby and his 4-year-old, his wife and him had come to an agreement on the kids and for now they are staying with him. You had met his 4-year-old, Minho before but he didn’t seem to like you, the baby was fine he was a baby after all.

But Minho always found a way to prank you or just make you get in an awkward situation, you sighed grabbing Jong-ho’s arm bringing him to a stop he looked at you as he stopped from trying to reach his keys from his pocket.

“What’s wrong darling?” he asked looking at you with his pretty brown eyes.

You looked at him trying to figure out a way to tell him that you were nervous.

“Well… you know Minho…” you managed to say in a soft voice causing him to let out a chuckle showing his cute gummy smile

“Love, he’s a four year old, are you scared of a four year old?” he asked laughing softly gently kissing your head, as he was trying to brighten the mood and calm you down.

“I'm playing angel. look he will need to understand, maybe not now but as he gets older. That you will be the one staying with us for the rest of our lives because you’re the one I love with all my heart not his mom and he knows that… he did once saw one of our arguments and-“

You looked at him feeling bad holding his hands giving him a soft kiss on his cheek shaking your head.

“No Jongie I know what you went through…I didn’t mean it like that…I love your little ones but Minho doesn’t like me as much… but I promise you I will do my best I won’t force him to see me as his mom but he can count on me as a mother figure…”

You said softly as he smiled at you nodding as he listened to your words softly pulling you close kissing your lips as you returned the kiss.

After your little "parenting meeting" Jong-ho opened the door to his huge house he had just bought it so there was boxes that still needed to be unpacked you looked up the staircase seeing little Mrs. Park who was watching the little ones, Minho was running down happily looking at his father with a toy car in his hand hugging Jongho’s leg as he finally noticed you showing a pout looking up at his father.

“why is shwe hwere…” he asked looking at Jong-ho as he kneeled down to his level grabbing your hand pulling you gently to them.

“Well little prince… Y/N and I are married now… so she’ll be with us forever now and she will be helping me out with you and your little brother” he said softly showing Minho a gentle smile as Minho pouted and looked at you as he crossed his arms moving into Jongho’s arms making you look at Jongho as he gave you a reassuring smile as he got up holding Minho.

You gave them time before looking up seeing Mrs. Park coming your way with Hyeon-Ju in her arms you gave her a sweet smile.

“Hello eommoni, thank you for looking after the boys” you said sweetly as you carefully took Hyeon-Ju in your arms.

“Oh you are more than welcome dear, they are lovely boys,” she said giggling “well I should get going now that they cute parents are here” she said giving back soft pats maybe for emotional support.

“No!! only my dada!!” Minho babbled as you turned your head towards him and Jongho let out a quiet sigh before speaking to Mrs. Park.

“I’ll transfer your payment in a bit eommoni, thank you again” he said as he companied her to the door watching her leave before turning to you.

“Okay! how about you help Y/n unpack her clothes while I put your brother to sleep hm? Y/n must be tired from the trip so make sure you help okay?” he asked Minho putting him down.

“Oh that would be really nice of you Minho” you said sweetly trying to make conversation with Minho while you gently swayed Hyeon-Ju. Minho looked at you and walked away to Jongho’s room ignoring you. Showing a small smile you gave Jongho, Hyeon-Ju carefully before grabbing your suitcase following Minho as you looked around the room you sat the suitcase to the side, gently sitting down on the bed that Jongho had chose making some naughty thoughts on how you will be sleeping with him every night now, waking up to his cute sleepy face and the alone time you will have with him come to your mind.

Your thoughts banished as you heard Minho baby talking throwing your clothes out on the floor making you widen your eyes jumping up on your feet as he had already opened the suitcase starting to "help".

“Minho! Wait…” I exclaimed going to him picking up some of my clothing.

Minho looked at you with one of your dresses in his stinky hands as you tried to not cringe gently taking it away looking at the mess.

“okay I'm back— what happened here?” Jongho asked looking at the clothes around the room as he stayed by the door way. Slowing glancing at you as one of your panties had landed close to the door, he picked it up with a puzzled face before realizing what it was putting it in his pocket winking at you making you widen your eyes you could feel your cheeks burn.

“Um my… my suitcase accidentally opened and—“

You said softly taking the blame for Minho.

“Y/n you pabo!” he said as he left to the bed and played with his toys, you opened your mouth in shock at his audacity ‘god this is going to be hard’ you thought to yourself as you smiled softly at Jongho going to him hugging him snuggling in his warmth. You knew having to bond with his babies won’t be easy but you had to try because one Jongho only had you now after what had happened to him and second because you loved him.

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I hope you all like it! Let me know if you guys want more of Y/n's struggles! And maybe times with daddy Jongho. 💕🤭

Have a good day everyone!

I'm opening requests too! I do Ateez, Seventeen, BTS, and maybe more that I can't count! 💖

#choi jongho #ateez fluff #ateez imagines #kim hongjoong #park seonghwa #kang yeosang #song mingi #jung yunho #choi san #jung wooyoung #jongho

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pupstim · 9 months

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HRM I've been thinkin on it a lot on like Bad wondering what the right thing to do as a parent and I've not looked more into what other people but wanna just throw my 2 cents in. It'll be under the cut because it is a little bit heavy

Hrm this is just me thinking aloud and I might be getting jus a little bit personal but what really struck me was Bad asking what the right thing to do is. It's a moral conundrum and one I've had to scrabble with myself. What's the right action to take like with helping someone or figuring out how best to help them.. talking with my therapist though she's never said what the right thing to do is and when I asked her she said because really people are like so complex and multifaceted that the right thing to do with one person isn't the right thing to do with another. So there isn't really a right thing to do. Instead just the best thing to do and that's completely up to you.

That being said though I do think the best thing for Bad to do with Dapper is to talk to him about it. I know most of Chat wants Bad to respect Dapper's privacy but... I dunno... It just feels like all of Dapper's actions are a cry for help. Dapper knows he can talk to his dad about this but Dapper also has Bad's trust in coming to him, and Dapper is really worried about the wrong word getting out. Bad has Chat and it kind of seems like Dapper knows the Federation somehow is able to know whats going on with Bad when Bad's live. HRM This is hard for me to articulate.

I think Dapper is feeling like he HAS to keep this a secret to prevent the Federation or someone else getting this information about this potion. He's worried the info will leak out and obviously the less people know the better. Plus it sounds like in his own way he's trying to protect Bad and Pomme (and the thoughts of maybe he is being coerced by the federation) So anyway I think he's feeling like he has to keep this a secret but he doesn't want to. He wants Badboy to find out about this and ask him, He wants Bad to dig deeper and find out more and help him. To me all of Dapper's actions, at least from an RP perspective is a call for help. Which is devastating.

Just... He kept the book Bad read in the beginning for so long, adding more and more onto it and just putting off burning the book. It became he's going to burn this book after a few pages, after 10 pages, after 20 pages, after he finds a way to give it a proper farewell just... He put up these super secret documents right where Badboy is in his own room, he changed the shed so much that Bad couldn't have helped notice, he left the clipboard and blueprints where anyone could see it, he's come to talk to Badboy about this like 3 or so times I think.

And yea I know from a meta perspective most likely this is just Dapper's Admin trying to lay out some clues for Bad to investigate but purely from an RP perspective its just... This really feels like Dapper trying in some way subconsciously asking Bad for help. He feels like he has to carry this burden all on his own, he's always held as the most responsible one, the one that has a plan, the one that has the most resources and is considered a genius and one that OTHER PEOPLE always go to. He doesn't feel like he has the luxury of asking someone for help, maybe even especially because Bad is becoming unglued after the election but he's also just a lil kid. He's like 3 months old and still a kid and a baby but he HAS to do this even though he doesn't want too. Even though he desperately wants his Dad to come in and help him. Just... yea...

tl;dr I think Bad should ask Dapper about it because Dapper is asking for help in just about all ways except outright and he clearly needs it.

#qsmp #qsmp analysis #q!badboyhalo #qsmp Dapper #woof this is a long one and hmm #a little bit heavy I guess?#these cubitos man...

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thezombieprostitute · 8 months

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Alphas & Algorithms - Part 7 - Feelings

A/N: Continued from Part 6 . Reader is female and is described as "tall". No other descriptors.

Warnings: It is a Dystopian AU. Food scarcity, hunger, mentions of families being separated. Discussion of non-consensual relationships and unwanted pregnancy. Bullying. Please let me know if I missed any!

--Part 1-- --Part 8--

--Series Masterlist--

If there was one good thing Curtis could say about his work it’s that it gives him plenty of time and space to think. And there was much to think about. They’ve started working with the pups to get them used to the fact that he’s leaving. He knows he’s out of his depth in all of this, but he trusts his brother. His brother who still knew the hand signals from all those years ago. His brother who’s apparently been trying to hook him up with Omegas for years.

He was so lost in thought he didn’t notice Hobie until he was practically in front of him.

“Oi, Curtis! How you gettin’ on with that pet? Meetin’ some interesting people from what I’ve ‘eard.”

“What do you want, Hobie? I’ve got a lot on my mind.”

“Yeah, figured you would. Got until the security drone comes by. Ask me somefin’.”

“How much does she know?”

“Dunno,” Hobie shrugs his shoulders. “Jus’ know she knows more than she says.”

Curtis sighs at the unhelpful answer and decides to not waste time arguing. “What’s Stevie’s, Steve’s, role in all of this?”

“Couple o’ Betas on the inside are ‘elpin’ with access. Sometimes even sabotage of the Omegas. Dunno th’ specifics, don’t need to.”

“Access?”

Hobie grins, “that’s a bit much to explain for the time you got.”

Curtis nods in acquiescence, “is her Beta in on everything?”

“Yup. It’s how we know she’s not sayin’ everything she smells.” Hobie looks around, “one last question, bruv.”

“Are you sure this plan will work?”

Hobie looked Curtis in the eyes, “enough that I put my life on the line for it.”

“It isn’t just your life at risk, though.”

Hobie smiles, “th’ way we’ve got everythin’ set up, me an’ maybe two others take the fall. No one else. Definitely no one in your Pack.”

With that, Hobie runs off, giving Curtis a few seconds to get back to work before the security drone shows up.

“Jake,” Y/N yells from the kitchen. “How did the date with Hope go?”

“It went alright,” he shrugged. Y/N could smell disappointment, which for Jake smelled like rain on a summer day when you’re supposed to be outside. Then she picked up the other scent, curry and warm, strong beer. A distinctive combination that made her think of overly crowded, chaotic art fairs: everyone freely expressing whatever and however they wanted. It was a scent that made her uncomfortable just thinking about the overstimulation.

“Do you want some cookies or something to cheer you up?”

Jake chuckled, “can’t hide anything from you, huh?” Y/N smiled gently and shook her head. “Okay, the date didn’t go well. Turns out there were some serious differences of opinion but I’m hopeful they’re not deal-breakers, you know?”

Y/N hugs him, “I know.” The hug makes the scent of curry and warm beer stronger. It’s the same scent she’s smelled on people proven to be plotting against the AI. She worries for Jake, knows he’s lying about some things, but she trusts him. He’d never lie without reason and she’d be the last to speak up about the connecting scent. As her mother said, “just because you smell something doesn’t mean you have to say something.”

“How did your date go? Did he say “yes” yet? Do I get my death-by-chocolate cake?”

“Not yet,” she shook her head as she smiled. “Today’s date got a bit off track when I saw Mr. Castle in the gym.”

Jake’s face fell, “oh damn. I didn’t realize.”

“It’s okay. Steve came by and picked up her tea so I didn’t have to take Curtis on that delivery. Pretty sure his opinions on Omegas wasn’t helped by our encounter with Colin and Suzanne at the community center.” Jake gave an appreciative grimace while Y/N continued, “then again, I definitely felt Curtis’s drive to protect me through the temporary bond. It was really sweet.”

“Ooo! Intriguing! I’m definitely going to get my cake and eat it too!”

Y/N smiles, “he’s also asked to meet you.”

Jake stops and looks at her, “are you okay with that? You know both of us best. If you think it’ll be okay, I’m good to meet him.”

“He said that, since you’re the closest thing I have to a Pack, it would feel weird to not meet you. And, between the two of you, I really don’t think there’s any reason for animosity. He doesn’t seem the jealous type and you’re the supportive, not confrontational type, so I think it’ll be okay.”

“I promise to do whatever it takes to make everything super awkward!”

“You’re lucky I know you’re joking,” Y/N rolls her eyes. “I’m genuinely hoping, if you two do get along, and he does eventually agree to be my Alpha, that you’ll give him some…help? Guidance? With my in-heat care. Especially with the foods and scents.”

“Oh it’s definitely getting serious,” Jake smiles. “If you want me to share my secret family recipes, it’s gotta be a sealed deal.”

Y/N’s face heats up and she looks down, still smiling. Jake’s eyes go wide, “you really like him, don’t you?”

She nods, “he’s living up to the promise in his scent. He’s warm, smart, makes me feel safe and comfortable. I…I don’t think I’ve ever felt this kind of "want" for intimacy.”

Jake takes her hands, “I’m so happy for you! Can’t wait for you two to make it official.”

When Curtis gets home, the pups immediately rush him. Timmy and Andy grab his hands and lead him to the table while Yona gives him a serious face and says, “we need to talk.” They all sit at the table to eat but the pups are asking him questions between bites.

“Is it true that we’re moving?”

“Still ironing out the details,” Curtis says. “But I think Andrew, Tonya and I are agreed that everyone’s moving.” The adults nod.

“Why are we moving?”

Curtis sighs and thinks before answering, “because that’s how things go. Life requires us to make changes from time to time and that time for us is now.” Timmy and Yona seem okay with the answer but Andy looks to Andrew for confirmation first.

“Are you going to move with us?”

“Maybe for a little bit,” Curtis hesitates. “But, ultimately, I’ll be moving in with that Omega who’s been courting me.”

“Is it because we ate her cookies? Do we owe her for that?”

“No, not at all,” Curtis quickly asserts. “Not one bit of this is because of you. And those cookies were freely given.”

“Do you love her?”

Curtis pauses at that question. He’s been so busy thinking about his brother, his Pack, the pups, he hasn’t really thought about his actual feelings about her. The temporary bond is almost completely gone but it could still be coloring his feelings so he chooses his words carefully.

“I don’t know that it’s love, but I do know that I trust her. I feel comfortable around her. She’s honest, strong, caring, comforting, smart. She’s definitely changed my perspective on Omegas.” He stops when he hears the pups giggling and gives them a confused look.

“You were smiling,” Timmy giggled. “You do like her! You don’t smile for anyone you don’t like!”

“Thats…Okay, you’re right. I’m not much of a smiler.”

“Curtis is in love!” the kids chant for a bit while Tanya and Andrew are trying not to laugh. The teasing continues well into the night, well after they should all be asleep, but Curtis doesn’t push it. He wants to enjoy these moments while he can.

--Part 8--

Tagging @every-username-is-taken-damnit, per request.

#alpha!curtis everett #alpha!curtis everett x omega!reader #curtis everett x reader #curtis everett x tall!reader #tall reader #tall!reader #dystopia au #dystopian au

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ahoyimlosingmymind · 2 months

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You dislike Sophie? Any particular reason?

This is all my opinion, I'm not even concrete in it ngl, there's just lil things that irk me about her character. I also haven't read the books in a fatty minute, so maybe I'm just delulu. its also 2am so hehe

Similar to how I feel about Keefe, it really comes down to execution of her character for me. I don't have as in depth thoughts on her as I do about Keefe's character, but anyway-

I really really loved her in books 1-5. <- I just think this was the golden age for the books in general but I digress. She was very moral, sweet, and logical. She rushed into danger and questioned things, which landed her in hot crap sometimes. But there was always a REAL motive behind her desire to not listen to the authority figures. She was really relatable in the way she wasn't totally over-powered, still trying to find her footing in this new world etc

But then, at some point, I'm not really sure WHEN it happened, Shannon decided that every single one of her female characters needed to be a girl-boss. No exceptions. And this was when I noticed the shift in Sophie's character. She lost her distinction a bit imo. you could easily interchange any of her 'Girl power'-esque lines with any other girl in the series and I wouldn't blink. That's how little her 'confident character development' sticks out to me. Because it comes off as FORCED.

here's the thing. Sophie already was a girl boss character. It was obvious. From book 1, she was brave and selfless and moral and strong... I love her for that.

The issue is that the narrative became aware of it too. And started TELLING us instead of letting her actions speak for themselves.

This telling was greatly reinforced by characters like Ro who always has to comment on being bad ass. And like- Linh losing some of her original softness for the sake of being 'powerful' and I AM ALL FOR empowering stories and characters- but when they lose the original aspects of their personality for the sake of it?? That's not growth, it's erasure. Confidence and softness aren't mutually exclusive. And when Linh was first introduced, that was one of the shining aspects of her personality. But now, There's so little distinction between a lot of the girl characters now for this reason. They serve as a comment on society, they're vessels to embed a message into. And they lose their individualism within that. BC THE MESSAGE WAS ALREADY THERE. IT DIDN'T NEED TO BE EXPLICITLY STATED EVERY OTHER PAGE. *cough* sorry.

And sadly, Sophie's character got lost in the sauce with it for me. (And it does not help that the side cast of characters is so vast they kinda blend together as well)

What really got me though, was when she started making weird choices that felt like forced edginess. Like burning down the storehouse. She's done some crazy stuff in the past, but I was always on her side. but this time??? no.

THERE WAS VALUABLE STUFF IN THERE. That was pure shock value. Because wdym we've been scrambling for answers for the past several books, and when Sophie stumbles upon a storehouse stock full of Neverseen stuff she just... burns it to the ground?? Like wasn't Gisela's Arche-something in there?

Sophie had no issue letting Alvar go for some info in regards to Keefe, but then she get's his mom's book of plans and BURNS IT???

And I get her thought process behind it was "The Neverseen has taken everything from me, so I'm going to take something from them. I'm tired of always sitting back and just reacting and never being proactive." I GET THAT. But burning the storehouse was SO not the moment lmao. She's also traumatized and the Neverseen is very triggering for her obviously, which means she doesn't always have the clearest thoughts in regards to it. But BOI-

I might just be an asshole. Idek.

I made a previous post talking about how unfair she was to Fitz when they were dating. It's buried in my blog somewhere. But she was not a saint in that situation (neither was he.) but just like Keefe, the narrative doesn't hold her nearly as accountable as it does when it comes to basically everyone else.

I don't hate her at all, but yeah idek. I'm tired lol

#Shannon is also propping her up into leadership roles #and while it is cool to see a character forced into a position that does not come naturally to them #anytime Sophie starts bossing everyone around it just comes off as posturing #and maybe it's SUPPOSED to??#if it's supposed to #I can respect that immensely as a character choice #however you have lines from Keefe like “You're so cute when you're being all leaderly”#which leads me to believe Shannon wants me to think she's actually a natural born leader #but it's always been obvious to me that Sophie is a lot more reserved. She can lead a moral charge and all #and advocate for a cause. those are her character strengths #but she 100% works better when she's bouncing ideas off of other characters and not being 100% in charge #but that's just my opinion #kotlc #sophie foster crit

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[whispering so u won’t notice i’m continuing to bother you while you’re busy]

oscar’s always been casually aware that morris is pretty. he thinks it’s obvious, anyone with working eyes can see his brother’s got a nice face. but morris has never actually been Told that he’s attractive, aside from maybe being mocked by people like pa and snyder. he thinks he’s ugly, ‘cause he’s… him. he’s mean and rude, and all covered in scars. he’s always mottled with bruises and cuts, dirty and bloody.

the first time a guy calls morris pretty, he’s trying to use or manipulate him. oscar tells him exactly as much, inevitably overhearing or finding out after the fact when morris tells him.

the next time a guy calls morris pretty, he’s being entirely genuine, eyes sparkling as he takes in morris’ features.

morris scoffs. “gonna have to try harder’n that, ‘f’you wanna make fun a’ me.”

“what’re you talkin’ about? you ain’t got a mirror? you got a face right out of a movie.”

(I will never actually be mad at you for putting things here)

Jojo was beaming at Morris, though it was slowly falling as the other looked... almost hurt. "You got a face right out the films. I ain't makin' fun."

Morris scowled, curling up tighter on Miss Medda's couch. "You ain't gonna get me that easy. I ain't gonna let you."

Jojo's brows furrowed. "Wha'dya mean?"

"You ain't trickin' me," Morris mumbled, pulling his blankie tighter to his chest.

"I'm not," Jojo agreed, sitting on the floor by Morris's head. "I'm being absolutely serious."

He looked around for Oscar, not wanting to be trashed by the older Delancey for talking to his little brother. He seemed to be outside, with most everyone else, enjoying the nice weather after the winter freeze.

"You ain't... You jus' like Martin..." Morris shook his head. "I ain't gon' let you do tha'."

"Martin?" Jojo asked softly, brows furrowing further. "Who's Martin?"

Morris pressed his lips together, shaking his head. "Don' matt'a."

"If he did something to you, then it matters. We can help keep you safe."

He shook his head again, harder this time. "Nuh-uh."

"No?" Jojo asked him quietly. "Why not?"

"Not s'posed to talk 'bout it," Morris mumbled, looking around, probably for Oscar.

"It's okay, Morris. You don't have to talk about it. Just..." Jojo tried to figure out how to word it without Morris getting upset. "Just know that I'm here if you want to, okay?"

Morris stared at him, frowning. He couldn't be serious. He wasn't being kind. He was... he was trying to get to Morris. Trying to pick his brain and mess him up. Just like Marty.

Oscar would tell him as much.

He sat up, nearly tripping over himself trying to stand. "Os!"

Jojo stood as well, sighing softly, backing against the far wall.

Morris scrambled for the door, meeting Oscar at the door.

The older Delancey immediately started looking over Morris, checking him for any injuries. He glared over Morris's shoulder at Jojo, who was shrinking against the fireplace.

"What'sa matter Mo?" he asked his little brother, cupping his cheeks.

"Get'd lonely," Morris mumbled, looking around outside. "Wan'ed Os 'n mama."

"Come on out then, Momo. She's over there," Oscar pointed to the crowd around the unlit firepit.

Morris glanced back at Jojo one last time before taking Oscar by the hand and making his way over to Medda.

No one else would do that again. He wasn't gonna disappoint Os again.

Ever.

#it's short ik i'm sorry #but i promised you i'd give you an answer if you went speep #so here is answer #y'all know the simon can't spell tiktok sound?#that's nox with delancey content #newsies #livesies #92sies #newsies modern au #morris delancey #the delancey brothers #oscar delancey #nox asks

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livesincerely · 10 months

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take a shot (but how’s your aim?) ch. 8 - interlude: recalibrating

Also on Ao3. Chapter seven here.

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“And you’re sure you’re okay with this?” Jack asks for what feels like the hundredth time, the shadows cast by the setting sun emphasizing the worried furrow between his brows. “You jus’ say the word and I’ll tell Racer to kick rocks—“

“Jack,” Maggie sighs, stopping him before he can get worked up again. “It’s fine. I’m sure it’ll all be fine.”

As if sensing her nerves, Jack wraps a protective arm around her shoulders, drawing her closer as they continue making their way downtown. “If he tries anything stupid, if he steps a toe outta line, I swear I’ll—“

“You said he wanted to apologize,” Maggie reminds him.

“That's what he said,” he confirms with a frown.

“Then I’m sure it will be fine,” Maggie says, trying for optimism despite the flutter in her stomach. “Where did you say that we’re meeting him?”

“You know Irving Hall?” Jack asks. “Ms. Medda, the lady that owns it, lets me use it sometimes. Figured it was a little more private than Jacobi’s or the Square. She said it’s fine as long as we’re out by 8.” A sudden scowl. “Racer better not be late or I’m gonna—“

“Can we talk about something else, please?” Maggie blurts, and Jack falls abruptly silent. “How was your day?”

Jack’s eyes turn stormy. “It was fine.”

“Have things gotten any better?” she presses tentatively. “Or are they still giving you a hard time?”

An unhappy shrug. “Could've been better. Could’ve been worse.”

“Well, maybe this is a sign that things are starting to improve,” she suggests. “At least one of your friends is making an effort to fix things, right?”

“Yeah,” Jack mutters. He doesn’t look the least bit convinced, which doesn’t exactly instill her with confidence. “Right.”

All too soon, they arrive outside the theater. Maggie can’t help another swell of anxiety, smoothing her hands over the pleats of her skirt.

Jack’s keen gaze catches her fidgeting: his expression softens and he lets out a long breath, a warm hand landing high on her back.

“Hey,” he says gently. “It’s all gonna be okay. I know he ain’t made a great first impression—god knows he deserves a few smacks upside the head—but Racetrack ain’t a bad sort. Me an’ him… we’re havin’ our own issues that ain’t got nothin’ ta do wit’cha.”

“You keep saying that,” Maggie notices. “And I know I shouldn’t care so much about what one person thinks of me, but he’s one of your closest friends, Jack. One of your brothers. I don’t want him to hate me.”

“Racetrack don’t hate you,” Jack says, and on this point, at least, he seems sure. “He ain’t hardly even met you. Don’t let him make ya nervous.”

“I just don’t know what to expect,” Maggie admits. “I only really know him through what you’ve told me, and you’ve been so angry with him—“

“Like I said, we got our own issues to sort out,” Jack assures her wryly. “I’m mad at him, he’s pissed at me, an’ that ain’t lookin’ like it’s gonna change any time soon. But, even when he’s bein’ a—pardon my French—a complete asshole, Racer ain’t never been mean. You shouldn’t’ve gotten dragged into the middle of our shit: I know it, an’ he knows it too. It’s all gonna be fine.”

Maggie takes a steadying breath. “It’s all going to be fine,” she repeats.

“Atta girl,” Jack says, pressing a kiss to her hair. “Chin up, ya hear? And, hey, if things end up goin’ south, I’ll shave off his eyebrows while he sleeps,” he offers, a spark of humor tugging at the corner of his mouth. “So you can keep that in your back pocket, too.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she says, returning his grin with a smile of her own.

“We can head inside while we wait for him,” Jack says, inclining his head towards the theater. “It’s jus’ in here.”

He reaches for the handle of an unobtrusive metal door, but right as he opens it he walks into the path of someone coming through from the other side. There’s a kerfuffle of fumbling footsteps and flailing limbs, then they both reach out to steady the other as one.

“Dave!” Jack exclaims, eyes wide.

“Jack!” the other person says, just as surprised. It takes Maggie a moment to place him: it’s David—Jack’s David—the one he’s been so worried about recently.

The two of them stand there, staring at each other, locked in their pseudo-embrace, for a moment longer. Then all at once they surge apart.

“What are you doing here?” Jack asks, and the change that’s come over him is as all-encompassing as the break of dawn. It’s not the frustration from earlier, or even the easy comfort of just beforehand; his attention catches and flares like fresh kindling, intensely focused and flame-bright. “I ain’t seen ya all day.”

David hoists his bag higher on his shoulder, shuffling another step backwards. He seems far less enthused at seeing Jack than Jack does at seeing him. “Oh, well, you know,” he murmurs. “Just needed a place to think.”

His gaze lands on Maggie and his expression seems to stick for a moment, like a rusted crank that won’t quite turn smoothly. When he smiles at her, his eyes are weary.

“Oh,” he says softly. “Hi, Maggie. Sorry, I didn’t see you there at first. How are you?”

“I’m well, thank you,” Maggie answers, not quite sure what to make of him. Even without the familiarity Jack has with him, she can tell at a glance that he’s not at his best: there’s a heaviness in his posture, a dullness to his pallor that speaks of several sleepless nights, and the haphazard way his curly hair falls over his forehead reminds her of her own hair when she’s at her most frazzled. “How are you, David? Or do you prefer Davey?

He winces, mouth curling into a grimace.

“Oh, David’s fine,” he says. “And I’ve been good, thank you.”

Jack gives a pointed scoff, the noise unexpectedly harsh amongst the polite small talk. David’s frown deepens almost imperceptibly and Maggie can feel something similar settling across her own features, her eyes darting back and forth between them.

“Jack mentioned you’d been under some stress, recently,” she says carefully, trying to navigate the obvious tension that’s fallen over their odd little trio. “I hope things start to take a turn for the better soon, if they haven’t already.”

David’s expression turns even more brittle around the edges. “That’s kind of you to say,” he responds after a moment. “But I’ll be fine, regardless.”

He glances between her and Jack in much the same way that she’d been considering the two of them. He seems to come to some sort of conclusion—fresh understanding swells over him like a crashing tide.

“Ah,” he says simply. “I won’t hold you up any longer. Have a nice evening.”

“Whoa, hey! What’s the rush?” Jack asks, lurching forward on unsteady feet, a hint of panic behind his eyes. “You don’t gotta run off.”

“I need to get home,” David says, a touch curtly. “And I’m sure the two of you have plans you’d like to get back to.”

“But, Dave—“

“But, what, Jack?”

Jack’s mouth works soundlessly for a moment, hurt bleeding across his features like an open wound. David doesn’t meet his eyes, staring past him towards the main road, his shoulders hunched like he’s bracing for an argument.

Maggie’s wondering exactly how to de-escalate the situation, what, exactly, she’s de-escalating, and if she even can, when a voice from behind her drawls, “Well, ain’t this a party.”

“Race,” David says, relief evident in every inch of his body.

“Racetrack,” Jack acknowledges much more cooly.

“Jack,” the boy, Racetrack, greets. “Maggie,” he continues, tipping his cap in her direction.

“What are you doin’ here?” He asks David, giving him a scrutinizing once over. Maggie’s not sure what he sees, but his stare turns to Jack for a brief, accusing second, and he steps closer to David’s side, as if to put a barrier between them. Judging by the way Jack’s expression sours, he’s noticed the same. “You don’t gotta be here for this.”

“I was just leaving,” David says quickly, then seems to process Racetrack’s words. “What do you mean…?” His eyes flit from Racetrack to Jack to Maggie in short succession. “Oh. Then I should definitely get out of your way. It was nice speaking with you, Maggie.”

“Wait,” Jack interjects before he can make his exit, and there’s a depth of feeling in his voice that makes her heart lurch in her chest. “Will I… I’ll see ya in the morning?”

David hesitates, then gives a brisk nod. He gives Jack a wide berth as he walks away, but one of his arms trails behind him as he goes—like he doesn’t know what to do with the empty space at his side, even as he creates it.

Jack’s stares after his retreating form for several long seconds, his hands curling into fists that he shoves roughly into his pockets. Racetrack lets out a long exhale, almost a sigh, as it all plays out. Maggie turns towards him automatically at the sound, and their eyes lock behind Jack’s back.

Racetrack’s gaze is piercing but not unkind: a little exasperated, a little rueful, and far too knowing. Biting her lip, Maggie looks away.

“Jack,” Racetrack eventually calls out, and Jack startles at the sound, clearly lost in his own thoughts. “Maybe we should, uh… get back to business?”

Jack is not ready to get back to business. “He looks like hell, Race. I thought you were lookin’ out for him?”

“I am lookin’ out for him,” Racetrack defends, in the sandpaper tones of someone who’s very tired of repeating themselves. “I ain’t a miracle worker, cowboy.”

“Yeah, tell me somethin’ I don’t know,'' Jack retorts, and Maggie’s always known him to be the protective sort, but the feeling seems to hone the edge of his words particularly sharply in this instance. “He looks like he’s ‘bout ta keel over any second!”

Racetrack bristles visibly at his tone, but to her surprise, he doesn’t lash back.

“Jack,” he says instead, sounding like he’s reaching for the deepest reserves of his patience, and it occurs to Maggie that they’ve already had this argument—several times over, it seems. “I ain’t here to hash it out with you over Davey.”

Jack stares at him, uncomprehending. Maggie shifts her weight, feeling increasingly out of place, and some part of her almost wants to laugh at the irony of the situation, given that they are, ostensibly, only here on her behalf. The motion draws Jack’s attention and his eyes snap to hers, remembering her presence. The fight seeps out of him like a candle that’s been snuffed out.

“Right,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair. “We should, uh… head inside, I guess.”

“Actually,” Racetrack says, holding up a hand. “Maybe you could give me and Miss Margaret some privacy for this one?”

“Uh huh,” Jack huffs, looking thoroughly unimpressed. “How ‘bout, no.”

“It’s okay, Jack,” Maggie interrupts before they can continue squabbling. She finds herself suddenly exhausted with this whole ordeal, more than ready to get things over and done with. “I don’t mind.”

Jack studies her expression. “You sure?”

She gives him a tight smile. Of all the things she’s unsure about in this moment, this is perhaps the least of them. “I’m sure.”

“I’ll be right outside,” he says.

Racetrack holds the door to the theater open for her, which gives her a second to collect her thoughts. The inside of the building is larger than she expected—unfinished brick walls and high, vaulted ceilings—and almost entirely empty, save for a few tall, rectangular structures covered in drop cloths leaning up against the far side of the room. Maybe set pieces, she wonders idly, but she’s not familiar enough with the workings of a theater to do much more than guess.

Racetrack seems a touch more familiar with the space—he knows where to find the cord for the overhead lights, at least—but his eyes are just as curious as her own as he takes in the covered pieces.

However, he doesn’t give them much more than a passing glance: he rolls his shoulders back and turns to face her, solemn and determined.

“I’m sure Jack told ya already,” he says, sweeping his flat cap off his head and tucking it into the waist of his pants, “but I asked to meet wit’cha because I wanted ta say sorry for bein’ so rude to ya, when Jack first introduced ya to everyone. I don’t got a good reason for why—they’s all jus’ excuses, if I’m bein’ honest, an’ it’s not even really my story ta share—but even if I had the best reason in the world, I’d still owe you an apology. Because you didn’t even do anythin’ wrong, I was jus’ bein’ nasty to ya ‘cause you were there to be nasty to. An’ that ain’t right. So, I’m real sorry ‘bout it.”

Maggie blinks, overwhelmed by the barrage.

“That’s it.” Racetrack tacks on awkwardly, something undeniably nervous creeping into his posture. “Uh, I can try sayin’ it again if I went too fast the first time, Albie’s always tellin’ me ta slow down—“

“No, you don’t have to—“ Maggie takes a breath, some of her own nerves fading away in the face of his own. She offers him a small, but honest smile. “I accept your apology.”

“You don’t gotta,” he tells her seriously. “I was an ass—sorry, ‘cuse me—a jerk, an’ it’s okay if you’re still mad. You prob’ly should be, I’d deserve it.”

“I’m not mad,” Maggie tells him. “I never was. Jack already explained that you were upset about something else, I was just… there. But I do appreciate you apologizing.”

Racetrack stares at her.

“…I kinda feel like you’re letting me off the hook too easy,” he says, looking perplexed. “You sure you ain’t mad? Nothin’ I can do ta make it up to ya?”

“Well, there is, maybe, one thing,” Maggie says. “I don’t mean to insert myself, but whatever’s going on between you and Jack and…” She pauses. “…and David, can you please try to fix it?”

Racetrack’s expression turns blank.

Hurriedly, she continues, “Not that I’m saying it’s your fault, or anyone’s fault in particular, or even that it’s up to you to fix it. But whatever it is that’s wrong, Jack’s been really, really bothered by it. He’s been beating himself up over not being able to help, over making things worse and being useless, so maybe you could… reach out? Extend an olive branch? Call a truce? Anything that’ll start to patch things back up between you all.”

“…Not askin’ for much, are ya?” Racetrack mutters under his breath, reaching up to pinch at the bridge of his nose. “I… Listen. I’ll be honest, things are… complicated, to say the least. I’m not even sure if things can be fixed—at least, not in the way that Jack thinks they can be fixed. There’s a lot of hurt goin’ around, an’ most of it ain’t even mine. So, I can’t promise nothin’. But I guess… I could stand to let up on him some,” he agrees with a sigh. Then, nonsensically, he adds, “It ain’t his fault, really, even though absolutely it is.”

“Thank you,” Maggie says, deciding not to probe further. “I know it’s probably none of my business.”

Racetrack snorts.

“You’re the last person that should be thanking me,” he says, with a grim sort of smile. “But I’ll do my best.”

“That’s all I ask.”

Racetrack leans back on his heels, his gaze making its way around the room again, and his eyes land on one of the tarped-over pieces.

“Beatin’ himself up, you said?” he wonders, stepping closer to it. He lifts hand as if to uncover it, but he only reaches for a corner of the sheet, twisting it around between his fingers. “I shoulda figured.”

“What do you mean?” Maggie asks, not following.

“You know,” Racetrack says, unhelpfully. “Jack and his paintings.”

“His… paintings?”

“All these?” Race says, gesturing around, looking a little confused that he has to explain. “These are all Jack’s. He paints the backdrops for the shows here.”

“Jack paints?” Maggie asks, surprised.

“You didn’t know?” Race questions. “Yeah, he’s into all kinds of artsy stuff—drawing, painting—and he’s real good at it.”

“I knew he could draw,” Maggie says, feeling the strange need to defend her limited knowledge. “I mean, I've seen his comics in the paper. That’s how we met.”

Racetrack waves a dismissive hand. “No, yeah, he does the weekly comic ‘cause it’s good money and ‘cause he likes ta rub Joe’s nose innit, but he’d paint for Medda for free, jus’ ‘cause he loves it so much. Oh, don’t worry, Ms. Medda’s a good lady, she keeps things square, don’t take advantage or nothin’,” Racetrack hurries to assure her, misreading the expression that’s settled across her face. “I jus’ meant, this is the kind art he really loves.”

“He’s never mentioned,” Maggie murmurs, taking in the assortment of covered canvases with new eyes. “I had no idea.”

“Yeah, that sounds like Jack,” Racetrack says, rolling his eyes. “He and Ms. Medda got some kinda deal—she gives him the supplies and the space to work and he gets to use whatever ain’t needed for the theater for his own projects. Judgin’ by all the stuff that’s lyin’ around, he’s been at it a lot, recently. Says it helps him think. Don’t take it personal, he gets kind weird about it. None of even knew about it until after the strike an’ he don’t hardly show ‘em to anybody except—“ he coughs, fumbling for words, then continues, “—uh, except when, uh, Ms. Medda wants to check on his progress. For the shows, I mean.”

But that wasn’t what he was going to say. And they both know it.

“Oh,” Maggie says softly. And to think that she’d been so nervous about this meeting in the days leading up to it. How silly she’d been. “I see.”

“Aw, hell,” Racetrack groans. “I didn’t— I wasn’t gonna say anythin’. Really, I wasn’t! But…” He gives a helpless sort of shrug. “You saw ‘em yourself. You saw how they were. You don’t even need’ta say anythin’.”

Maggie closes her eyes.

“…No,” she agrees after a moment. “I suppose you don’t.”

“Please don’t tell him,” Racetrack begs. “Jack, I mean. He doesn’t know, and he’s definitely not gonna take it well if you storm outside and tell him.”

Then it’s Maggie’s turn to stare.

“What do you mean, he doesn’t know?” she demands, hands on her hips. “How on Earth can he not know?”

Racetrack winces. “He… hasn’t noticed, yet.”

Maggie takes a deep breath. Then she takes another, deeper breath.

“So, he hasn’t been stringing me along maliciously, is what you’re saying?”

“No!” Racetrack assures her, and it sounds like the truth even though it looks like he’d rather be literally anywhere else but here, explaining this to her. Maggie feels about the same. “No, I think he really does care about’cha. It’s jus’ that…”

“He cares about him, more,” she finishes for him.

“Yeah,” Racetrack says. Then, “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Maggie sighs. “So, the two of them…?”

“Yes and no.”

“Well, is it yes or is it no?”

“It’s complicated,” Racetrack says. “Ta be honest with ya, you’ve been most of the complication.”

Okay then.

“That’s certainly one way of putting it,” she says faintly. “God, what a mess.”

“Tell me about it,” Racetrack mutters, and they share a weary, companionable look.

“I won’t tell him,” Maggie finally decides. “Not tonight, anyway. I need some time to figure out what I want to say, how best to end things… I cannot believe I’m going to have to break it to my own boyfriend that he’s in love with someone else.”

“…Sorry,” Racetrack offers once again. He does not, Maggie notices, offer to help, but given how the two of them have been fighting—why they’ve been fighting—she really can’t blame him. “But, uh… what are you gonna do in the meantime?”

There are a lot of ways she could answer: flippant, hysterical, furious, despondent.

She thinks of the kiss Jack pressed to her hairline, of the way his hands settle over her shoulders or high on her back but never around her waist, of how she’d been the one to ask him out all those weeks ago.

Then she thinks of the dark blue yarn she’d picked up the other day, the fingerless gloves that are nearly finished, just waiting for her to pick up her knitting needles when she gets home.

She smiles sadly, and her response is more honest than she’d intended, though perhaps not as straightforward as he’d like. It’s all she can muster up at this point. “Seems I’ve got some stitches that’ll need to be ripped out.”

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snuff-loves-men · 6 months

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ALP Character HCs

⋆GN!Reader + NSFW HCs

⋆list includes: Connor Temple & Johnny Harker

*note: I jus wanna get this shit outta my drafts

Connor Temple ✮

Pre-relationship

• Met you when he attended college and immediately latched onto you

• You humored his ridiculous conspiracies, enjoyed his passion for prehistoric things and theories and had similar interest in movies

• Was thrilled to have more friends

• When he pulled out of college, you sought him out, it worried you that such a bright peer dropped college for seemingly no good reason

• He sort of accidentally maybe told you a bit about the anomalies and what he was doing with Professor Cutter

• You obviously thought he was batshit insane but lo and behold, he was telling the truth

• You figured that out the hard way when you encountered an entelodont fresh out of a rip in time

• Needless to say that changed your view a bit

• So you became a sort of witness to the whole ARC operation until you were recruited to be “the help”, basically just doing whatever the main team didn’t do [like paperwork…]

• After a few months of working there you, Connor and Abby started to get close, forming a little group

• Occasionally when you weren’t held up at work or they weren’t risking their lives, you’d all hang out.

• It was a cute dynamic for a while

• Until you and Connor started to hang out seperately

• Bringing him over to your flat a handful of times w/out Abby

• When Abby caught wind of this, she had a bit of a feeling where it was heading

• You and Connor ended up becoming best friends, spending pretty much any spare moment you could with each other, Abby sometimes tagging along for the adventure

• Then another noticeable dynamic started, where you would start messing with Connor and he’d be blissfully unaware of the fact you were joking

• Has no idea what’s going on when you flirt w/him

• Thinks it’s just a “fun friend dynamic” at first

• Uh-huh, cuddling up with your homies during movie night is suuuuper normal, Con.

• You don’t hold your friend’s hand from time to time? Psshh, weird.

• You gotta cry into your bros arms every now and then, y’know, for your health

• Abby points out the fact that you’re actually being very forward w/him

• He doesn’t believe her at first and just excuses it but she quotes some of the most unhinged things you’ve said to him and it finally clicks

• Slowly he starts to flirt back and you jump on that shit immediately

• He pulls a “make me” and you almost explode

• Struggles to get acclimated to using the humor he used w/ Abby on a guy

• He gets it but it takes a minute

• Eventually you two get into a sorta will-they-won’t-they because it’s Connor and he’s perpetually confused about relationships

• You close the deal and give him a kiss plus an extensive talk on relationships bcs he needs deets

• Everyone in the ARC catches on pretty quick

• Of course they clown on you two for it bcs duh

• Once Stephen saw you two have a tender moment and just ragged on you for like 5 minutes and Connor got super embarrassed until he realized he was joking

• Abby was super supportive but also your biggest bully

• She mostly picked on Connor but every now and again she’d change targets

• Overall lots of figuring each other out and starting some cute little dynamics

Established Relationship

• Lots of time spent in each other’s work spaces not getting work done bcs you two were fucking around doing random stuff

• He also stayed around your place and eventually moved in cause when has he ever held down a flat that was his?

• You had to fully mold him into a better roommate there was absolutely no way you were gonna put up w/ that

• Steals ur shirts and over-layer clothes [borderline klepto when it comes to clothes]

• Has made you late to work so many times

• Can’t cook for shit so you have to do it for him

• A very good helper in the kitchen but otherwise culinarily inept

• Loves helping you with chores and other various excuses to share some cute domestic moments

• Had to be retaught how to do laundry cause what the fuck was he doing before??

• Asked you to help decorate his room when he moved to your flat and you made fun of all his nerd stuff [he claimed you were jealous of his collection]

• Harasses you to come to movie nights w/ Tom and Duncan

• Movies nights just turn into all four of you talking over the movie and ranting abt your opinions on it

• Lots of debates abt in universe realism and plot holes

• Con infodumps relentlessly about Star Wars or other such sci-fi type movies/shows whenever he’s given the chance

• You two go back and forth about your fixations and listen to each other equally because ur gross and in love

• Enables your fixations like you enable his

• Otherwise has a bit of trouble listening the first time and has to be reminded of things

• Very grateful for your patience with him

• Lots and lots of affection and compensation for “dealing” with him [it’s really not that bad but he feels guilty so you let him]

• Insanely loving and affectionate in private but dials it back in public

• Has a weird thing with PDA, very on and off with it depending on the situation [usually PDA positive]

NSFW

• Gets turned on so fast

• If you touch him a certain way or talk to him in a way he likes there’s like a 9/10 chance he’s tomato red and tugging his shirt down

• Make a comment on his body and he’s beet red

• If you put your hands on his waist he’s fully leaning back and melting into your touch

• Mindlessly run your hands on his sides and he’s shivering at the feel

• He loooooves when you make him feel weightless, tossing him around or picking him up has him giggling like a schoolgirl

• Fully sits on your lap whatever chance he gets

• God forbid things actually get hot and heavy

• If you make out with him he’s whining and open-mouthed

• Touch his thighs and his hips twitch until he remembers himself

• Will crawl into your lap and grind on you if you let him

• Goes crazy for neck kisses

• Insanely easy to wind up

• Takes him a while to get over his virgin demeanor but he gets there

• Used to be a very selfish lover until he learned how much he loves making you feel good

• Either a service top or the bottomiest bottom

• Won’t turn down doing nothing but generally tries not to

• Sometimes he completely forgets in the heat of the moment and just lets you do whatever

• Eager to please at all times, will try pretty much anything if he thinks you’ll like it

• Once you find stuff you both like he wants it any time you guys do the dirty

• He figured out he liked being manhandled and you were on it

• If you push him up against a wall it’s over

• Not like he weighs very much but it still makes him feel special

• You also made a habit of overstimulating him because he cries but still tries so hard to keep from pulling away because he still wants it

• On certain days he’ll specifically seek out that treatment

• Likes to feel powerless against you [really he just likes the attention and how it feels but that’s his “reasoning”]

• Vibrators.

• That’s it.

• Simultaneously his favorite and least favorite addition to the bedroom

• Loves when it’s used on him but also gets easily overwhelmed by it

• It’s so-so

• Face down ass up type of guy

• Takes that position pretty much every time you two fool around

• Likes when you grab his waist and get rough

• Also likes when you slap his ass but that’s only sometimes

• Emotional during sex, 100%

• Not the cry during sex type but gets very sappy

• Lots of “I love you”s in his horny ramblings

• Begs.

• Doesn’t even have to be prompted he just does it when he’s close

• So very vocal

• Not loud vocal rather he makes some semblance of noise the whole time, very whiney

• Likes being marked up with hickies only you two can see, he likes seeing the reminders of what you two did

• Lots of kisses and tenderness, loves feeling close to you during it

• Needy once he’s in the moment but usually doesn’t initiate

• If he initiates he is incredibly horny

• Those are usually the times he has to be touching you no matter what

• He’ll be all over you, constantly demanding your attention and touch

• Though it’s rare he ever gets like that

• Usually only if you tease him a bunch but never give him any release

• Not an overtly sexual person but obviously won’t turn it down

Johnny Harker ✮

pre-relationship

• Asshole.

• There’s no polite way of going about it he’s just sort of an asshole

• Has a bad habit of taking his anger out on you

• Fist fought you more than once

• Not a great start but any sort of relationship w/Johnny is hard earned

• He makes it difficult on purpose

• If you partner up w/ him on the job he will shit on you for any missteps or slip ups

• Has pointed a loaded gun at you at least once during a really bad fight

• You’ve kicked his ass [if you bring it up he’ll start shit all over again]

• Very bitter if you outdo him at something

• Once you earn his respect, he eases up a bit and cuts you some slack

• Takes a while but starts biting his tongue if you do something he disagrees with

• Starts to actually joke with you and let you see his less serious side

• He starts to act like a somewhat normal person once he knows you’re in it for the long haul and aren’t a coward

• Fights get less common but still happen bcs he’s perpetually pissed off

• One time you got hurt really bad and he damn near had a stroke, lots of conflicting emotions

• It’s hard for him to comfort people, he has a hard time not just logic-ing his way through other people’s problems

• Will always patch up your wounds and poke fun at you for getting them

• Same goes the other way around, you once stitched up a bad gash on his stomach and he couldn’t stop staring at you

• Would never in a million years admit to having feelings for anyone first

• You made the mistake of joke flirting with him once and he had a moment of “proving” how straight he was and it actually contradicted his whole point

• Gets butt hurt whenever someone jokes about you guys’ odd relationship

• Slowly starts to get defensive over you but will always deny it if you bring it up

• Finds any excuse to spend time with you

• He teaches you how to disassemble all of the guns in the armory and how to clean and work each one

• Tells you about any and all tech he has in the hideout

• Literally just wants to teach you stuff because it makes him feel good and brings you two closer

• Still, never gonna admit it

• After a really bad mission where you fully almost died he was livid pissed, simultaneously at you but also in general

• He took some of his frustration and worry out on you

• You obviously didn’t respond great to that after almost getting murked

• It turned to pushes and shoves until uh oh, you were against a wall

• It went how you’d expect, after a moment of high tension and debating wether or not you should throw a punch, he kissed you

• Hard and rough, almost hard enough to bruise

• Till eventually he dialed it back a bit to a somewhat normal make out sesh

• Still hot and heavy tho bcs duh it’s Johnny Harker

• Needless to say there was no prancing around it after that

• He started warming up to the idea of being a little more openly caring

• It was a hard lesson for him to learn

• Until this time he got badly hurt and realized he never wanted to feel like he didn’t get a chance to say what he truly felt for you

• So he sucked it up and started properly communicating and occasionally showing affection aside from the seldom shoulder pat

• You off handedly brought up your relationship and how you noticed a change in him

• That got him talking about how he really felt

• Thus, the relationship bloomed

established relationship

• it takes him a comedically long time to realize being in a relationship usually means showing it

• god forbid you try to show him affection when someone else is around

• does some dramatic shit like rip his hand away and look at you like you kicked his dog or some shit

• whenever you’re in private tho? he won’t leave you alone. he’ll be sitting right next to you, shoulders touching at minimum at all times. holding your hand or having you lean on him

• he’ll probably kill you and then himself if someone catches you, but it’s worth it.. probably

• so, so touch starved. it’s sad

• anytime you two have a cute domestic moment, he gets really existential and weird

• to him, any sort of relationship is hard to find and even harder to keep due to how he lives, so you were a total enigma to him

• it all comes back to him being grateful you’re there

• if you tell a soul he said those words he’ll punch you in the throat

• anyways

• going on missions together is always a massive hit or miss

• you’re either the perfect duo, killing vamps like it’s nothing, or constantly arguing and unable to find a good method

• most times you’re a good duo, tho, hold onto that

• insanely protective and possessive of you. like, concerningly so sometimes

• if any of his teammates act a certain way around you? he’s staring. if they joke flirt w you? he’s there. if they try some shit? his hand is on your waist and he’s starting shit

• not to mention if shit goes sideways on a mission, he’s like an animal, it’s scary

• will either fully deny he’s like that or be like “duh, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t murder someone for you?? tf??”

• no in between

• loves food

• the way to his heart is thru food and a good drink

• whisky drinker probably

• make this man some home cooked food, give him a glass of cheap whisky, plant a kiss on him and he’s head over heels

• if he wasn’t favoring you before, he was now

• if you two ever fight, bringing him a plate of food will almost always make him more receptive to conversation

• listens a loooot better after a while of you two dating

• he becomes way less insufferable tbh

• overall, a very broody, protective partner who adores your presence in his life

NSFW

• low sex drive

• he just doesn’t really seek it out

• but catch him at the right moment, and he’s on you like a dog

• fresh off a mission, during a spar session or in the middle of an argument? he’s hard as a rock

• he’s an adrenaline junkie, so anything that gets his cortisol levels concerningly high turns him on

• he’s odd

• loves being kind of mean during it

• big into degradation, he thinks it’s so hot

• both ways, if you call him desperate or useless he’ll explode

• biting.

• he loves biting you and leaving a shit ton of marks

• he wants everyone to see that shit

• almost always plants a big bite right on your neck, it’s like his signature

• very proud

• always strives to make you as noisy as possible, abusing all of your weaknesses at once to achieve it

• orgasm denial is big on his list of yeses

• hearing you beg to cum gives him an insane power trip, and he’ll never get sick of it

• also makes an attempt to cum inside you every time, another ‘marking’ thing, but you think he just doesn’t wanna pull out

• you don’t blame him

• loves when you ride him, being able to look up at you and guide you through while not having to do as much work is heaven

• definitely holds you really tight no matter the position, he either holds your hips or wraps you up in a sort of hug

• even if he’s rough he still wants to be close to you

• very very selfless lover

• if you want it, he’ll go as long as you want him to

• still asks for some reciprocation from time to time and who would deny that face?

• he’s such a sucker for blowjobs oh my god

• fastest way to make him nut is probably giving him a bj

• he’s normally the grunting type, but he’ll get vocal during a blowie

• full blown whines and praise if you catch him in a really horny moment, he’d also have little to no restraint and try to fuck your face tbh

• he has a hard time roping in any of his physical impulses like holding too tight, pulling and pushing or whatever else, but he gets a handle on it eventually

• overall 10/10 good lay, definitely would be an even better hate-fuck

#male reader #gn reader #fem reader #x reader #primeval #connor temple #primeval fic #johnny harker #johnathan harker #vampyre nation #hcs #headcanon

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reallydumbdannyphantomaus · 1 year

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Spectra sucks. Dunno what else to tell you. (ao3) (masterpost)

Part 3: Chapter 1

“So,” Danny said as they approached Casper High, “today's the first day with the shrink?”

Kwan groaned, then clutched at his side as his rib ached. He’d been cleared to return to school, but was supposed to limit his activity. No gym, or stairs, and Danny was carrying his backpack for now. It was more annoying than regular school. “Don't remind me,” he said. “Let's talk about your creepy half-ghost uncle again instead.”

“Low blow, dude. Also, definitely not my uncle.”

“That's right, he's your future stepdad!”

Danny shoved lightly at him, careful to avoid his bad side. “How did you manage to go even lower?”

“It's a talent,” he said. “Besides, there is at least some good news from the whole Vlad-thing.”

“Oh yeah? What?”

“You probably aren't going to destabilize and dissolve any time soon!”

“Well, gee, thanks for reminding me of that possibility.”

“Always happy to help.”

They lapsed into silence as they crested the hill. Kwan's appointment was scheduled for immediately after school; his detentions with Lancer had been postponed on account of both the other teacher's continued hospital stay and Tyson dying. Thus, Principal Ishiyama had said he could use that time instead for his therapy.

Ugh. Therapy.

“So how long are you gonna see her for?”

“Who?”

“The shrink.”

“Right,” Kwan said. “I convinced my mom to let me have just a thirty minute appointment to start.”

“Cool,” Danny said. “I'll be waiting? At the big oak?”

Something warm bloomed in Kwan's chest. Dash would never have waited for him, even if he'd asked. Danny always waited, after detention and now with this stupid counseling. Maybe it was because they were both each other's only friends, but still. It was... nice. “Yeah,” he said, voice breaking in a way that he could only hope Danny hadn't noticed. “I'll find you after.”

Walking into first period gym with a doctor’s note, Kwan still couldn’t help but smile.

-----

“You're in a good mood,” Valerie said at their lab table, measuring out the baking soda.

Kwan startled, twinging his still-healing rib, then looked around to see who she was talking to.

“I'm talking to you, dumbass.”

“Since when?”

“I can always stop.”

Kwan raised an eyebrow. “Then why start at all?”

“Well, with... recent events—I don't know.” Valerie stared at her hands and dropped her voice. “Paulina lost it on Dash. For crying at Tyson's thing.”

“Yeah,” Kwan said with a wince. “I kinda figured.”

“Yeah, me too. But then, I started thinking... what the fuck kind of relationship do we have where that was expected?” Valerie sniffed. “She wouldn't even let me talk, y'know? I had a lot to say.”

“Val...” Kwan reached for her hand.

She jerked it back. “I'm not saying you're right or anything. Just—you knew him. And her. And you're not dating her. So.”

“So I was your best option to complain to?”

“I guess. I'm not gonna abandon her. Them.” The like you did was blessedly unspoken. “But, I don't know. Maybe—maybe I don't really blame you anymore.”

“Okay,” Kwan said. “But you can't talk to me if you want to stay her friend. You know that, right?”

“Obviously.” Valerie rolled her eyes. “But we're lab partners. We have to talk sometimes. For class.”

Kwan hid a grin. “Of course.”

“Of course.”

Valerie finished measuring out the materials and passed them to Kwan. “So,” she said, “what’s got you in a good mood?”

“Nothing!” Kwan squeaked. He could feel the heat rising to his face.

“Oh?” Valerie leaned toward him, a teasing smile dancing around her lips. “Did you finally boink Fenton?”

“Boink?”

“So you did.”

“No!” Kwan waved his hands around desperately. “We’re just friends.”

Valerie gave him a calculating stare. “Hm,” she said. “Too bad.”

“You want us to—”

“Me? I don’t care. You, however, clearly do.”

Somehow, his face got even hotter. “I don’t!”

“Kwan,” Valerie said, “you are somehow even more obvious about this than you were about your crush on Dash, and I watched you give him a massage once just because he mentioned his shoulders were a little stiff.”

“What—I didn’t—”

“Kwan. Kwan, look at me.” Valerie leaned down and made sure that she was looking Kwan in the eyes. “Did you… not know you had a crush on Dash?”

“I—” Kwan stopped himself and thought back to the way his eyes had always sought out Dash first and foremost whenever he entered a room. The way he reached for Dash’s hands and his arms whenever he could get away with it. The beating of his heart when Dash smiled.

“Fuck,” he said. “I liked Dash?”

Valerie bent over with laughter. “Congratulations!” she said, gasping for breath. “You’re officially the last to know. Well, aside from Dash.”

Kwan buried his head in his hands. “Oh my god. I had a crush on Dash.”

He felt an awkward patting on his back. “Yeah. You sure did.”

“And… you think I have one on Danny?”

“Dude. You should see your face when you look at him. Or think about him. It’s disgusting.” She fished out her phone and turned on the front facing camera, shoving it in his face. “You’re literally making it right now, look.”

The Kwan on the camera mostly looked confused at having a camera shoved in his face.

“Okay, so you look constipated now,” Valerie said. “Whatever. Just trust me. You looked soft as hell like two seconds ago.”

Kwan thought about it. He thought about long nights, staying up and trying to finish homework except they kept getting distracted by trying to one-up each other’s jokes. He thought about how Danny watched football with him even though he didn’t understand it, how he tried to play Doomed even though he sucked because it made Danny happy. He thought about Danny, saving his life from the ectopus, from the Lunch Lady, from the shapeshifting gorilla ghost.

He thought about Danny smiling. He thought about Danny laughing. He thought about the warmth in his chest whenever he saw Danny.

Well. Shit.

“There it is again!” Valerie pulled back out her phone just as Kwan buried his face back in his hands. “Dammit, are you conspiring against me getting a picture of your smitten face?”

“Valerie,” Kwan said through his hands, “I’ve got a crush on Danny.”

“Once again,” Valerie said, “congrats on being the last to know.”

“As glad as I am to see you two talking again,” Ms. Okorafor said, startling Kwan and Valerie, who had both missed her approach, “I do need you to do the lab today.”

“Right,” Kwan said.

“Yeah, sure,” Valerie said.

Like a spell had been broken, they went back to doing their lab in silence. Still, Kwan caught Valerie’s eye from across the table and she smiled, just a little.

It felt like progress.

-----

Kwan hadn’t expected to wait to see Dr. Spectra, but the student before him had still been inside when he arrived in her office. So he was stuck in one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs right outside, with an odd little man with gray hair and green eyes staring him down.

Kwan shifted in his seat, then groaned as his rib ached again. Right. Keep his torso steady.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the door opened and out stepped… Dash.

Dash spotted Kwan, then turned his nose up. Dash wasn’t having doubts like Valerie, then.

Still, with Dash pointedly ignoring him, Kwan had the opportunity to study his face. He’d had most of the day to come to terms with his old crush on Dash, but now he wanted to see if those feelings were still there or not. He didn’t think they were, but he hadn’t known about them to begin with, so his judgment was clearly not the best.

But instead of renewed feelings, he found tear tracks on Dash’s cheek.

Right. Of course. Dash was here to talk about Tyson. That made sense, because the two were still friends. Unlike Kwan and Tyson, who hadn’t spoken in over a month.

Kwan bit back a sigh of frustration. Why had Mom insisted he be here, instead of letting someone else who actually needed it take this time slot? He didn’t really understand why she was so insistent that something had to be wrong.

Whatever. He was here, and he’d promised, so he’d do it. He just didn’t have to be happy about it, was all.

He stood up as Dash walked out, waved on by the odd secretary. He knocked on the door twice and a voice called out, “Come in, please!”

The room itself looked like any other office. He’d half-expected to see one of those long couches designed for lying down like he’d seen in movies, but this was a public school. They would never be able to afford that. Instead, there were two more of those uncomfortable plastic chairs right in front of Dr. Spectra’s desk, which was scrupulously clean. The walls were covered in generic motivational posters. The one right behind Dr. Spectra’s head had a picture of a young oak tree with BELEAF IN YOURSELF written on the bottom.

And, of course, Dr. Spectra herself sat at the desk in a high-backed office chair. Her hair was bright red and her eyes the same shade of green as her assistant. Maybe they were related somehow?

“Hi there,” Dr. Spectra said, gesturing for Kwan to sit down. “You’re Kwan, right?”

Kwan dropped in the chair in front of her desk, barely restraining from rolling his eyes. “Yeah,” he said. “That’s my name.”

“Lovely to meet you, honey.” Dr. Spectra looked at him from over her glasses. “Now, why are you here today?”

“Because my mom thinks I have problems.”

“Do you?”

Kwan shrugged. “Doesn’t everyone? Mine aren’t any worse than anyone else’s though, so I don’t get the point of this.”

Dr. Spectra hummed. “Well, therapy doesn’t have to be just about feeling better. It can be about being better, too.”

“What do you—”

“I mean, I’ve heard from your classmates who’ve come to see me that you recently lost all your friends? Had a fight with them?”

“Well, yeah, but—”

“Including the poor student that passed recently?”

Kwan flinched. “I guess you could say that.”

“Oh, sweetie,” Dr. Spectra cooed. “I don’t mean anything by it. Just mentioning it because I thought you might have some… regrets.”

Regrets? Sure, he had plenty. Mostly about being a dick since the start of middle school. But he didn’t regret dumping his old friends. They deserved it, and he needed to be better.

“My friends sucked,” he said after a long moment. “I wanted to be better. They were the ones who chose not to change. That’s on them, not me.”

“Of course, of course,” Dr. Spectra said. “You’re on a journey of self-discovery! Very commendable.” Her smile stretched across her teeth.

Kwan bit his lip to keep from sighing. So far, this grief counselor wasn’t impressing him much.

“I just thought that maybe,” she said, “you felt like you could have done something to stop this tragedy from happening.”

Kwan stiffened. “Why—what makes you say that?”

“Oh, it’s very common. Survivor’s guilt. I thought you might feel like since you stopped being friends with poor Tyson, you weren’t there with him the day he died. Maybe you could’ve saved him if you were.”

“Why would I think that?!” Kwan’s fingers dug into his arms. If possible, Dr. Spectra’s smile stretched even wider.

“Oh dear, of course it isn’t true. I just thought it would be a reasonable response to a horrible situation. That’s all.”

Could Kwan have done more? He was at the mall that day, after all. He had advance warning. He’d gone along with his mom, and let her take Danny away, instead of letting Danny help. He hadn’t just not saved Tyson, he’d helped prevent the only person who could have saved Tyson. Mom hadn’t seen for herself how useless the Fentons were, but Kwan had. Kwan knew that Danny was their best chance, and Kwan had packed him away in the car anyway.

Acid burbled from his stomach into his throat. He lurched forward and vomited into the trash can at the side of Dr. Spectra’s desk. His rib burned.

A hand rubbed at his back. “That’s it, dear,” Dr. Spectra said. “You’re okay.”

Kwan coughed and spat out the remnants of bile. The taste was almost bad enough to make him barf again, so he poured some water in his mouth and swished it around before spitting it into the trash along with his vomit.

“Oh,” Dr. Spectra said. “I wish you hadn't—I mean, I feel bad for the janitor who has to clean that up.” She laughed and waved her hand as though waving that idea off. “Of course, not your fault, dearie.”

Mom was so stressed now, because he'd brought this whole thing upon them. Him, not Danny. He'd dared Danny to go into the portal and all of this had happened. Danny kept getting hurt. Mom was about to collapse under the pressure of keeping them both safe. Even now, he was making Danny wait on him while he worked on his own problems.

How selfish could he be?

No, no, he'd done nice things for Danny, too. Comforted him. Helped keep his secret. Destroyed his only other friendships.

Fuck.

“Am I—am I ruining people's lives?”

“Of course not, sweetie. What on earth makes you think that?”

“I just—I was a jerk before, and I'm trying to be better, but maybe I'm not as good as I think I am. Maybe I'm only being better because it gets me what I want.”

He did have a crush on Danny, after all. Being nice to Danny was a way to get him to like Kwan more. This whole time, he'd probably been trying to get Danny's attention. He was taking up his time because he craved it, just like he'd craved whatever Dash had been willing to give him. If he really wanted what was best for Danny, he'd try to fix his actual friendships, with Manson and Foley, not hoard him all to himself.

Dr. Spectra hummed. “Well, I suppose that's possible, but it's nothing we can't fix!”

“Really?” If this was all his fault... well, of course it was. How stupid of him to think that just dumping his friends was enough to make up for anything. Instead, here he was focusing on his own happiness and making everything worse.

“Of course. I'm here to help.”

“You said, at the beginning...”

“Yes?”

“You said this didn't have to be about feeling better.” Maybe he didn't deserve to feel better. Not yet. He thought he'd gotten better, but here he was making everything worse for everyone around him. “You said it could be about being better.”

“Of course!” Dr. Spectra's smile stretched impossibly wider. “Is that something you'd like? A self-improvement focus?”

“I—yeah. Yeah, I'd like that.” He couldn't be a problem for his mom or for Danny anymore. He needed to start being a solution. If Dr. Spectra could help...

“Excellent!” She tied off the garbage bag, but Kwan could still smell the sour stench of his vomit. “Let's get started, then, shall we?”

#dp switch #danny phantom #kwantent #spectra time baby #bug posts #she's just so fucking mean wtf #my fic #my writing

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abbatoirablaze · 3 months

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Shameless, Chapter 2, Frank The Plank

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: mentions of violence, mentions of smut/sex/cheating, slight angst.

“Thanks for the ride Tone…”

“You got it, Sof…” he smiled, “thanks for helping out at the station. The chief loves having you there. And so does everyone else…you’re really making this easy on administration while Janet’s out.”

“I’m sure that’s only because I buttered him and you guys all up with baked goods!”

“You are a hell of a baker,” he chuckled, shaking his head, “but that’s not it. Everyone loves you there!’

“You’re too sweet to me, Tony!”

“You’re my best friend, Sofia.”

You pressed a sweet, but lingering kiss to his cheek, and then unbuckled your seatbelt, “your mom still wants to do Sunday dinner again tomorrow?”

“Wants to?” he chuckled, “I’m sure she’s living for it now. You’ve been over for two Sunday dinners already. I’m expecting her to ask me when we started dating at tomorrow night’s dinner.”

“She wouldn’t!”

“She hinted about how nice it would be to have some grandkids soon, just last week.” He laughed, “there’s no doubt in my mind that mom likes it when you’re around, Sof.”

A blush rose to your cheeks once more and you couldn’t help but look away, “That’s not funny, Tony.”

“I wasn’t laughing either, Sofia…”

Your eyes met his once more, “w-maybe I shouldn’t go Sunday. I love being around you too, but I don’t want your mom getting the wrong idea!”

He frowned, and you felt like your heart went into the pit of your stomach, “did I say something wrong?”

You bit your lip and shook your head, but he was quick to grab your face in his hands, “Sof…if I did something wrong, tell me. We’ve been best friends since we were practically in diapers.”

“Tony…” you whimpered, leaning in.

Just as your lips were about to touch, the front door slammed. You jumped, your eyes going wide as you saw an angry and confused looking Steve coming out of the house and roaming down the sidewalk towards his car.

“Shit…”

“Is everything okay?” he asked quickly, already unbuckling his own seatbelt as he sat forward, “do you-do you need me to come in with you?”

“No…no…I-I should take care of whatever this is myself…you know how Fi is…she probably went Fiona on him! It’s probably just a silly fight between the two of them that will blow over before they go to bed.”

“Alright. If you’re sure…so, Sunday?” he asked hopefully.

You felt your throat drying up as you nodded, “y-yeah…Sunday…”

He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, catching you off guard. For a second, you didn’t react, but it all felt too right, too natural. You forgot about what was going on outside of his car as you melted against him, your lips beginning to work in tandem with his.

But just as quickly as it happened, it stopped, and you were left breathless by your best friend. Your eyes fluttered open, and you couldn’t stop the smile from coming up onto your lips as you noticed the same goofy smile on his face.

“For the record…I’ve liked you since head start, Sof…”

“Me too!” you admitted softly. He bit his bottom lip, and you grabbed your bag, “Sunday? We-we can talk about this. Us? Whatever this-“

“You’re freaking out…” he chuckled softly.

“What? No, I’m not. I jus-“

“You ramble when you think too much!” he pointed out. He reached up and stroked your cheek, his thumb grazing over your lips, “I like you…you like me…we have time to figure it out…you know, until my mom starts bugging you about when you’ll give her grandkids and when am I going to put a ring on your finger.”

“I think both of those things would only happen after you moved out of your mom’s place, Tony…”

“So, you’re saying there’s a chance.” He asked, “you know…that it could happen?”

“Oh, most definitely.”

“Go on…get inside…I’m sure whatever’s going on, Fiona needs your help!”

“Okay,” you agreed. I’ll see you then!”

“Yeah!”

You got out of the car after lightly kissing him once more. And while you had originally thought about talking to Steve, he’d already pulled off, leaving you confused about what had been happening.

When you made your way into the house, everyone was relatively quiet, and there was a somber air in the house.

“Everyone okay?”

“Upstairs!” V nodded, “Frank headbutted Ian…”

“What?”

Instantly, the first thing that came to your mind was that your younger brother came out and that was your father’s response to it. Your heart fell into your stomach, and you began to feel the worry and anxiety coursing through your nerves, setting them on fire.

You ran upstairs and saw Ian holding ice to his face when you burst through their door. “Ia-“

“Eddie Jackson!” Lip said quickly, cutting you off. You frowned, knowing about the situation from the first day it had happened. And while you were sad that Ian was injured, you were happy to know that his secret was still safe.

Lip had wanted to see if Ian was really gay, or just unsure, so he’d brought him over to the girl’s house that he was tutoring so that she could give him a blowjob. And so for the course of the week, while Lip’s foot healed, everything seemed to be okay. But this seemed to be the reignition to the fire you thought was nothing more than a pile of ashes.

Frank hurting Ian.

“Shit…I…”

“I’m okay!” he said quickly, trying to put on his tough guy act, “Frank was drunk. He-“

“That’s no excuse, Ian. You’re a kid!” you said defensively as you rushed up to him and stroked his cheek, “let me see…did V already check you out? It’s not broken, is it?”

“At least it wasn’t because of something else!” Lip hinted, trying to calm you down while changing the subject. He knew how much of a worrier you were, and he saw you spiraling as you rushed Ian with questions.

“Phillip Ronan Gallagher!”

He smiled, chuckling to himself, “just saying…that kind of news pops off around here, and that’s how a guy gets shived!”

“Alright, enough about murder!”

“Murder and disappearing!” Lip chuckled, agreeing to your statement, “they wouldn’t’ just stab him Fi Fi. He’d disappear.”

“Only one that deserves to disappear around here is Frank,” you grumbled. Ian frowned and you stroked his hair, “you sure you’re okay, kid? Anything I can do?”

“I’m good, Fi Fi…”

“Alright,” you sighed, “you two get in bed…I work the Alibi Room tomorrow night, because I’m picking up for Kate, but I’ll be here in the afternoon. Lip, more SAT prep?”

“Yeah…”

“Good night boys…”

“Night Fif…”

“Night Fi Fi.”

“What day is it?”

“Friday! Why?”

Your sister held up the orange envelope and your brow furrowed before your throat went dry. Frank nearly tackled the mailman for it every month, “Frank never misses a check!”

“Just what I was thinking.”

She started up the stairs and you knew she was gonna go drop off the check to the man who was probably passed out in his bed if he hadn’t been waiting for the mailman. You shook your head. It was rare for him to go on a bender the night before the check came. Usually, he waited until it was in.

“Ian…give Carl his plate?” you asked softly, handing the sunny side eggs up to your brother.

Carl smiled as Ian took the plate and passed it off.

“Who’s next?” you asked, pointing the spatula at your siblings, “Fi said you all gotta eat breakfast today because you skipped yesterday when I was at the station!”

There was a knock at the door and Ian looked at you, “expecting someone?”

“No?” you questioned, “grab it?”

“Yeah!” he agreed, opening the door to Steve with a box of donuts and a carrier of coffees, “hey!”

“Morning campers!” he grinned.

“What you got?” Lip asked curiously.

“Jelly, plain, glazed,” he shrugged, “didn’t know what everyone likes!”

“Thank god…we’re out of eggs after Carl!” you smiled, “one of the coffees on that tray there for me?”

“Yeah!” He agreed, setting the carrier down while Deb dug into the box. Steve dipped some of the toast into the eggs and went to town while you jogged around the island and took a coffee, giving Steve a kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks Steve!” you smiled. You patted Lip on the shoulder, “don’t forget. It’s your turn to walk Debs and Carl home from school today! I gotta work the bar tonight with Kev, but I open, so I won’t be in. But you can drop em off there, and I can make sure they get dinner. Liam too.”

“Oh, great!” your sister frowned as she noticed the coffee and donuts, “I’m trying to get them to eat a healthy breakfast. Fi Fi. Why didn’t you tell him no?”

“Carl got the last two eggs, and I didn’t get to cook anything else,” you shrugged, sipping on your latte, “it’s better than them not eating breakfast again.”

“Lip just had those teeth pulled from sugar rot!”

“Alright, fine,” you shrugged, pulling the glazed donut from Lip’s hand and taking a bite, while replacing it with a plain one, “Fi’s rules. No sugar. That latte got any in it?”

“Fuck off!” he chuckled, drinking his own coffee.

“Hey, Fi. I got a date Sunday night at-“

“Officer Tony!” Debs giggled, cooing at you, “again?”

“Bring home some more of those leftovers. Ms. Markovich is a great cook!”

“On it!’ you nodded, before realizing your sister still had the envelope, “Fi…where’s Frank? You still got the check!”

“Anyone seen dad?”

“Behind the arm chair!” Debs shrugged, “I left him a cup of coffee this morning.”

“Why is there a tent in the living room?” Fiona asked a second later. You followed after everyone else and stopped beside Steve to see your sister stalking towards the entrance, “Fi?”

“I’m gonna check V and Kevs and see if they saw dad!”

“Alright…I’ll get the kids off to school.”

She nodded and you got the kids coats on, their lunches, and went out the back to start them on their way. You were stopped a second later when you reached the corner. Your sister had a look of panic on her face, “Fi Fi…I think Frank’s missing!”

“Fucking Canada?”

“Yeah…I thought it was wild too…”

He chuckled and shook his head, wrapping his arms around your middle, “that’s crazy though.”

“You’re telling me,” You laughed, “Frank fucking hates Canada…”

“Frank hates everything.”

“Not drugs…or booze…or my mom!”

He smiled and took a long sip from his beer, “Technicalities…so, have you given any thought to coming to the awards with me on Thursday?”

“I’ll be at the Alibi Room,” you frowned, “I’m working the night shift there!”

“Call off,” he shrugged, “come out with me and enjoy the night. You can meet the kids I coach and there will be plenty of leftov-“

“I can’t just call off, Tony…”

“Just one night!”

“I know those kids mean a lot to you, and I think it’s amazing that you’re a coach and getting an award, but I can’t call off,” you frowned, “Fi hasn’t been able to get a job this week so I’m the one paying the bills right now.”

“Fi’s off?” he asked, “do-would you be mad if I asked her to come with me?”

You felt your stomach turn, “y-you wanna take Fiona?”

“She is my other best friend,” he shrugged, “I mean those Catholic ladies hate her, but-“

“Sure…” you said quickly cutting him off as you tried not to think too much about the situation. “sure…ask Fi.”

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?”

“YOU FUCKED TONY!” you screamed at your sister as she was left hunched over from your physical confrontation with her, “YOU FUCKED-“

“So, what,” she shrugged, “he’s single. I’m single. We fucked in his cruiser!”

“You’re unbelievable,” you scoffed, shaking your head at your twin sister, “you’re un-fucking-believable, Fi! Tony was a virgin.”

“Fi Fi, wait!” she begged as you walked away. Fiona looked at Debbie who was shaking her head at her elder sister. Ian glared at her, “What?”

“She’s had a crush on him for forever!” Debs said as though it was the most obvious thing ever.

“So?” Fiona laughed, “we’ve all known each other since head start. They’ve never made a move on each other.”

“She’s been going to his mom’s place every weekend and bringing back leftovers,” Ian reminded his sister, “obviously they weren’t just hanging out.”

“She hangs out with Tony all the time!” Fiona shrugged, “There’s nothing there!”

“He kissed her last week!” Ian frowned, “did you really have to go and have sex with the one guy that Fi Fi’s been in love with for as long as you guys have known him? Was it really that hard to not ride his dick?”

“Ian!”

“Just asking, Fi?” Ian grumbled, “Fi Fi’s never done tha-“

“Craig Heisner!” Fiona said quickly, shaking her head, “she fucked Craig Heisner and I had a crush on him in high school.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it.” Ian frowned as he lit up a cigarette, “Tony asked you because Fi Fi was off making money at the Alibi Room, and she didn’t want to fuck us over by calling off…and you fucked the guy of her dreams in return.”

“Oh don’t lay it on so thick,” Fiona scoffed, “Tony isn’t the man of anyone’s dreams…”

“Yeah, well Fi Fi is the one keeping us afloat and you shouldn’t have done that!” Ian grumbled.

“That sounds like a pretty shit thing to do!” Lip added in, taking the smoke off his brother.

“Fuck off, Lip!”

Chapter 3

#shameless #season 1 #fiona gallagher #frank gallagher #lip gallagher #ian gallagher #carl gallagher #debbie gallagher #liam gallagher #kevin ball #veronica fisher #mickey milkovich #tony markovich

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