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count-alucard-tepes · 6 months

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What sexy things do the OP Hotties do that turn you on? 👀

Haha I normally wouldn’t do slightly spicy asks but I’ll respond to this one because I can’t resist😆😍

Kizaru ✨: he such a tease, you know he’s so smooth with the ladies and he dresses really well too. A well put together man is always desirable.

Akainu🌋: he’s stoic and cold and I’m a brat 😂 I feel like that would be the perfect match for someone like him. Also he has tattoos and he seems like he would protect me with his life and that’s so sexy.

Ryokugyu 🌱: he’s a bad boy and everyone loves a bad boy. And when ever I get mad at him he would just turn into a tree with my favorite flowers…a girl is sold.

Fujitora 🐅: he’s such a sweetheart, you know he would be the best husband ever.

Sir Crocodile 🐊: it’s his style, he just oozes sexiness in everything he does and says. He knows he can have anyone and that confidence is really sexy.

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩: the ultimate bad boy who would have you wrapped around his finger literally and figuratively. It’s the sexy body, the laugh, the style! Not to mention, he’s someone you don’t want to cross the line with him. He’s the guy your parents say stay away from with good reason but you still want a taste.

Benn Beckman 🔫: he’s so mysterious and you know he’ll charm your pants off in 30 seconds. He’s also strong and smart…it’s a win-win situation!

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡: Oda thought everyone was gonna be terrified of this hottie! But no, this mochi baby daddy is the perfect example of don’t judge a book by its cover! He’s a family guy who listens to his mom and cares for his younger siblings! And not to mention he’s got a sexy body and can tell why you’re angry before you stomp around ! And he loves donuts so I never have to diet again! I AM SOLD!

Killer🔪: alright post time skip Killer is hot and all but pre time skip Killer had me on my knees! He’s is so cute and mysterious but also super intelligent and fine af! Blonde hair and blue eyes…that’s my punk rock Barbie right there!

Kaido🐉: he’s emotional af when he’s drunk and just loves the hell out of his kid and those around him that are loyal to him! To be Yamato’s mom and smash Kaido at him prime! Omg I’d cling to ankles, y’all !

King 👑 : he’s the hot character of color who is the epitome of tall, dark and sexy! He has the white hair! He’s that bitch! He’s got wings and legs for days! The fucking face tattoo!!! I would cling onto his knees (since that’s probably the highest point where I’d be able reach him) and die for this baby daddy!

Queen👑: oh man, Queen is so fucking cool! I just wanna party with him until I can’t walk anymore! You know he puts the party God to shame! Karaoke night at Onigashima would be everything!

Izou🔫🔫: he’s so beautiful…I would be so shy around him because he’s so freaken pretty and would always look hotter than me! It’s always nice to have someone else do your hair and make up and Izou is my main man to be my wifey!

Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒: the face tattoo! You know he’s a badass when he got a face tattoo and his best friend is an Okama! I’m ready to see Dragon naked, y’all! I’m about to be Luffy’s stepmom! Croc is about to gut me😂😂😂

Oven Charlotte 🍞: feeling sad…he bakes some cake…feeling happy…let’s have croissants! He’s just gonna fatten me up and I’ll never have to diet again because I’ll always be smaller than him! These Charlotte men are just the best! He’s also got main character energy 😂

Buggy🤡: he has hair goals I want to achieve but will never reach even if I tried! He’s charismatic and funny af! Buggy-sama is everything!😍

Marco the Phoenix 🦅: he’s a doctor! Score! My parents would never be prouder since I’m not…next best thing is my hubby being a doctor! He’s also such a cutie who seems to always be smiling!

Eustass Kidd🤘🎸: our favorite angry firecracker! He’s a cutie who wears make up and looks like he should be a drummer in a rock band! He’s got beautiful red hair and he’s intelligent! He also can fix your appliances! That’s a wifey right there!

Rosinantè Donquixote aka Cora-San💕: he’s gentle and emotionally available! Not to mention he’s a natural dad! He’s funny and clumsy af but a total badass! Let’s not forget he’s the handsome sibling lol

Who’s Who ❤️‍🔥👹: omg he’s tall, has pink hair, has tattoos and has a sexy smirk! Not to forget he turns into a cute kitty man! I’m ready to have his kittens!

Gecko Moria🦇: now prime Gecko Moria was every fucking thing! I mean who challenges Kaido and doesn’t actually lose…kinda! He was really hot too!

Iceburg💜: he’s so cute and funny, I can’t with him! He’s also so intelligent and can build stuff, love it!

Gild Tesoro⚜️🏅: first of all, he’s rich and he’s hot! A girl is sold! He sings and dances…even better!

Rob Lucci🐆: he’s so cute! I can’t deal especially in his kitty form, he’s also mysterious. From hot to cold in a mere couple of seconds! I love it! His hair is so beautiful too! I can’t deal!

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sarahsmi13s · 6 months

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Mama's Don't Get Sick Days

whumptober day 18: fever / vomiting / warm soup

pairing: mickey 'fanboy' garcia x reader

characters: mickey garcia, wife!reader, genevieve garcia, jayda garcia, sebastian garcia

warnings: 18+ MDNI, language, vomiting, mickey is a dad, parenting while sick, fever, neglecting health, please let me know if I missed any

word count: ~ 2.1k

a/n: this is for whumptober! please please please proceed with caution and use discretion, protect your peace

also if you are on the whump taglist but are not familiar with a character, you can skip it will not hurt my feelings!

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summary: when your a spouse and a parent, sometimes you forget that you can be taken care of as well

You sighed as you sat on the couch. Your head was pounding and your stomach was churning with the whole lot of nothing that was in it.

Running around all morning with three kids, two of them under the age of 5 and one of them was just learning how to walk, was an absolute nightmare with how you were feeling.

Mickey had woken you up with a forehead kiss before going off to work and then your 6 and 4 year old woke you up a little while later with Genevieve crying because she was gonna be late for school.

So, with a splitting headache and sinus pressure, you got her dressed and fed her breakfast before getting all of your kids in the car and taking her to school.

The rest of the day was a blur of chasing Jayda and keeping her occupied and keeping little Sebastian out of things and things out of his mouth.

Jayda was 4 and pretty good at staying out of trouble, but she was still young and had an independent head on her shoulders – so asking for help was never really an option so you had to make sure she wasn’t climbing on things and getting stuck on the closet's top shelf.

Sebastian was 1 and just learning how to walk. So he was getting into anything he reached and if it was on the floor or the table it most likely was going in his mouth.

So, between keeping Jayda on the ground, Sebastian from eating something he shouldn’t, and you not puking every time you bent over or changed a diaper and going through tissues like you were watching the saddest scene 100 times, you were exhausted.

But you had to stay awake even if those two were napping, because you had to pick up Gen from school on time.

“Mama?” Gen asked from her bar stool as you make her after school snack of Goldfish, and her dried mangos that you forgot to pack that morning, and turkey cheese rolls.

You glanced over your shoulder, “What’s up Vieve?” “Are you feeling okay? You look like I feel when I’m feeling icky,” she said, sounding so sweet as she rested her head on the counter. “And I was almost late for school, you always have me up…” “I’m okay baby, just a little frazzled today,” you said before coughing into your arm.

Sniffling, you turned and put the paper plate in front of her, “I’m really sorry about this morning, I should’ve gotten up sooner.” Genevieve took a bite of her turkey cheese roll, “It’s okay I got to school on time.”

You gave her a gentle smile before kissing her head, “Did you have a good day?” She nodded, “I did, Jacie and I played…” You nodded along with her as she proceeded to tell you about her day, listening to her as you took some Cutie slices off of Jayda’s plate and Cheerios off of Sebastian’s tray.

At some point while she was talking you went to check her lunch box to see what she hadn’t eaten.

But as you opened it you were hit with a pungent reminder of what she had for lunch. Tuna and crackers, something her grandmother introduced her to during the last visit.

The smell churned your stomach that last time and anything you managed to actually eat was crawling up your throat.

Covering your mouth, you managed to make it to the downstairs bathroom before falling to your knees and puking in the toilet.

You rested your head on your arm, groaning miserably as you flushed the toilet before regaining your bearings and standing up.

With your head pounding, you wash your hands and swish your mouthwash before going back to the kitchen. “Hey, Jay, Vieve?” You said softly as you got Sebastian out of his high chair. “Yes Mama?” “I’m gonna go sit on the couch, Bash is gonna be in his playpen. Finish your snacks and then you can play okay?”

They both nodded before Genevieve stopped you with a hand on your arm as you walked by, “Are you not feeling well?” You sighed, “No, baby, I’m a little under the weather but don’t you worry, I’m gonna be okay.”

You gave her a gentle smile before going to the living room and putting Sebastian in his playpen. You sighed as you sat down. “Oh lordy… just a few more hours and he’ll be home and I can rest.”

As you curl up under a blanket and move the trash can closer to the couch, you rest your cold hands on your face to try and relieve the pressure in your nose.

You can make out Jayda and Genevieve arguing in the kitchen. “I can take the Sprite to Mama!” “Jay, you can’t reach them in the fridge! Get the crackers!” “I don’t wanna!”

“Girls! Please don’t yell,” you groaned a little from your spot on the couch. “Sorry Mama!”

You sighed and rubbed your head before you heard more loud noises coming from the kitchen and then a little, “Oopsie.”

“What happened?”

“Jayda tried to get a can of Sprite and dropped them…”

Taking a sharp inhale, you look up at the ceiling and let it out before looking at Sebastian, “I’ll be right back Bash. Mama has a mess to clean.” “No! I gots it, Mama! I’ll get a towel,” Jayda said as she ran to the laundry room.

“Okay,” you sighed, at this point it was useless to try and argue. You were tired, you could mop it up later.

“Here Mama, I got you some water,” Genevieve said softly as she brought you a cup. It was over flowing, and you were sure there was a trail of water behind her. But the thought was sweet. “Thank you baby.”

You sipped the water in your glass before sitting it down and leaning back.

“Mama! I brought you crackers!” Jayda shouted, running over with a sleeve of crackers.

You smiled a little, “Thank you Jay.” You reached for them but she held out a hand, “No, I’ll open it!” “Jayda, don’t yell! Mama has a headache!” “Vieve, you’re yelling,” you said gently. “Sorry Mama.”

You looked back to Jayda to see her struggling before ripping it open and spilling crackers on the carpet. “Oops…” She looked up at you and handed you what was left, “Here you go.” “Thank you hun.”

“Why don’t you both go play in your room, Gen. Daddy will be home soon and you can go outside.”

They nodded before running up the stairs.

You sighed and held your head in your hands before sliding to the floor and picking up the crackers and throwing them away.

But your position change made blood rush to your head and triggered your gag reflex. “Shit,” you muttered before gripping the edges of the trash can and just waiting for it. Apparently it was taking its time until you sat up because it all rushed up at once when you did.

Groaning into the trash can, you spat into it before getting up and going back into the bathroom to wash your mouth out again.

You came back into the living room to hear Sebastian crying.

“Oh Bash, Mama left you alone didn’t she. I’m sorry,” you said, picking him up and shushing him gently. “Oh I know baby boy, I’m sorry.”

It took you about 20 minutes of that before he fell asleep in your arms and you laid him down in his playpen.

“There you go, baby.” You sighed and laid down on the couch. “Just an hour, and Mickey will be home…” You cuddled up with a blanket and turned the TV on, “Just need to relax for a little bit.”

Mickey smiled as he walked in, “Hey, guess who’s home?” “Shhhh, Daddy, Mama’s sleeping,” Genevieve hissed from her spot on the carpet.

“Oh,” he winced. “Sorry sorry.”

He put his bag down gently before walking in, seeing tissues on nearly every surface from where you had blown your nose while you chased kids around the house. And then when he got to the living room he noticed the trash can next to the couch.

The girls were coloring in the living room, having come down to watch TV just before Mickey got home, and Sebastian was still napping.

He sighed and went over to you, glancing to see the vomit in the trash can. He knelt down, feeling the saltines break under his weight.

“Hey, baby?” Mickey gently shook your shoulder, putting the inside of his wrist to your forehead, “Shit… you’re burning up.” He patted your face, “Hey honey.”

You groaned a little as your eyes fluttered open, “Hey, Mick…”

“How long have you been like this?”

“What do you mean?”

He arched his brow, “Um, you’re cuddled up on the couch burning up and sweating like I do on the tarmac? Honey, have you felt icky all day?” He censored himself, remembering little ears were in ear shot.

“I um,” you said sniffling as you sat up. Mickey watched you close your eyes and groan as you steadied yourself and he frowned. “Sweetheart…” “I’m okay Mick, just a little-”

Your sentence got interrupted by a sudden rush of sick. “Trash can…” Mickey didn’t even question it and held the trash can up, holding your hair back with his free hand.

“I got you baby, I got ya.”

“Daddy? Is Mama okay?” Jayda asked, a little worry in her voice. “Yeah, Mama’s gonna be okay. She’s just not feeling well, but she’s okay.” Jayda nodded and quietly went back to coloring.

Once you’re done throwing up, Mickey helps you stand. “Girls, Mama and I will be right back, be good okay?” “Yes Daddy,” they both said as they continued to color.

Mickey helped you to the bathroom and sat you on the closed toilet as he looked for the thermometer. “Have you felt bad all day?” You opened your mouth but he spoke again. “And don’t lie to me.”

You sighed and nodded as he held the thermometer up and put it in your mouth.

“You’ve felt shitty all day?” You nodded again as the thermometer beeped and he took it out to look at it. “101.3, fuck, Honey. Why didn’t you call me? I would have come home. Mav would under-”

“That’s exactly why I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want to take you away from work.” “Screw work, you’re sick and you took care of three kids by yourself. Honey, you’re exhausted and you won’t get better if you don’t let yourself rest.”

You shook your head before groaning a little at the headache the action gave you, “Miguel, you can’t-” You blinked as you stopped mid sentence, your lips trembling as you felt sick again. Covering your mouth, you moved to the floor and lifted the lid to throw up in the toilet.

Mickey frowned, feeling awful for not being here today and leaving you to deal with the kids while you miserable. He squatted down and grabbed a ponytail holder, tying your hair back for you, “I’m calling Cyclone and Mav, I’m not going in tomorrow so I can take care of you and the kids.”

“I can’t ask you to do that… You love your job.”

He looked up at you, almost angry, “Not as much as I love you. And you’re not asking, that’s the reason I’m telling you that I’m not going in.”

You stayed quiet and just shook your head, trying not to get sick again, “I need to make dinner…” He shook his head right back, “You’re not serious, you’re actively trying not to throw up again. Y/N, you need to go lay down with a cold rag on your head. I’ll fix dinner for me and the kids and you get soup.”

You perked up a little, sitting up and looking at him, “Your abuela’s soup?”

He smiled and cupped your cheek, “If that’s what you want then that’s what I’ll make. But only if you take a break and let me baby you until you're better.” “But the kids-” “What did I say?”

You sighed, “Okay, okay fine.”

“Alright now, let’s get you on the couch and I will get any mess left by our girls.”

You nodded and let him take you back to the couch before he got you a cool, damp rag.

“There you go Honey,” he said, laying it across your forehead. “Thank you Mickey. I love you.” “I love you too.”

You smiled at him, “Go start dinner so I can have abuela’s soup, go go.” He chuckled, “Alright, alright.” He kissed the top of your head before going to the kitchen.

“Hey! Who spilled Sprite all over the floor?”

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justkennadi · 7 months

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Black and Purple.

Notes: So now i like Mr. Hitoshi. I used to reallyyy like him a couple yrs ago and ig here we r again🤭 So basically this is gonna be a mini series of mine like idk 3 posts? I don’t wanna call them chapters..

Content: Hitoshi Shinso x afab, Blk!Goth!reader

- You were weird. You’re quirk was weird and so was the music you listen to or how you dressed which, could be blamed on your quirk.

- When you were younger, like up until kindergarten, you were really feminine and pink and peppy. Until you got your quirk.

- When you were 5 it activated for the first time. It was halloween and you dressed up as a witch. Door to door you tried to look as scary as possible. You got to your neighbors house and when she opened the door you stood and did your creepiest face knocking she was terrified of witches. Oh this would be good.

- Hmmm, it was maybe a bit too good…

- She opened the door and screamed. You and your mother were a bit taken aback..you were 5 were you really that scary?

- Turns out the neighbor saw a much more creepier version…

- You later learned that your quirk was meant to play on people’s fears and paranoia causing people to hallucinate or hear things not there. The doctor you saw called it paranoia. So that was it, your quirk was just Causing paranoia.

- Your parents had emotion related quirks too but this? It seemed….villainous.

- Your life changed that day. Kids were scared of you. Teachers too. You only got good grades even if you didn’t try on work. You could do anything and never get in trouble because if people knew what you could do to them it was over.

- You spent most of your life from that day lonely and sad. You always wanted to be a hero but this was just such an obstacle. You started getting darker..

- And this appearance change did not help your case at all.

- Anyways time skip to your UA days. Yes you got in. But not in the way you hoped.

- You were in class C.

- You we’re jealous of the lucky people in Classes A and B. But you felt if you tried hard enough you could get bumped up.

- The first few weeks of school you just sat in the back of the class. You didn’t really speak to anyone.

- However you did start to catch a certain purple hair boy staring at you often.

-One day you finally looked over at him and asked, “What do you want?”

- He shrugged and went back to doing his work.

- You knew him just a little and mostly because his quirk. Secretly you wanted to get to know him more and his quirk. But you had become so anti social you just couldn’t. He didn’t seem the type to strike up conversation either but luckily for you he was interested enough in you to try.

- “Hey.”

- You looked up from packing your backpack as class was over.

-Quirking an eyebrow you wanted to know what this guy wanted now.

- “What do you want?”

- “Careful, i’m trying to be nice here Morticia.”

- “Ok, i’m sorry, but no one talks to me out of nowhere.”

- “Interesting… I wonder why..”

- You rolled your eyes. Was he playing dumb, being sarcastic?

- “How about you? You don’t seem so popular yourself sir.”

- “No i’m not…and i think it’s because of my you know what..”

- “Same here.” You thought about this next part, “Wanna talk about it?”

- He didn’t seem like much of a talker especially about his quirk but he took interest in you so it’s only fair you do the same back.

- To your surprise he nodded. Then he added, “Only if you talk about your situation too.”

- So you two left class and walked around talking about your quirks and how it isolated you both from everyone. You talked about your get up and he talked about why he has eyebags.

- You learned you both had almost the same life, we’re night owls, had the same ambitions and loved cats.

- Before you both knew it, it was dark out.

- “Thanks for talking to me, Shinso. I haven’t said this many words since my junior high science project presentation.”

- He chuckled slightly and thank you back.

- He walked you to the street your house was at and waved goodbye.

- You never had a crush on anyone but Shinso…he evoked a whole new feeling.

- Everyday you two would talk about any and everything. It was so nice to see him open up. And surprisingly he was such a gentleman too..

- The sports festival was coming up and you really wanted to go but said nothing. You saw Shinso signing up one day and asked him about it.

- “You’re really serious about this huh?”

- He just nodded.

- “Well, i believe in you Shin..” You smiled.

- “I think you’d do pretty good out there too yknow. You should sign up. Scare some of those pros.”

- You were shocked. He really believed in you? You barely believed in yourself. You were extremely lacking in the physical department so you were nervous to go up against anyone honestly. You wondered how Shinso was so brave himself. If someone doesn’t answer him it would be over..

- “You really think so??” You asked.

- He just nodded again and handed you the pen as he walked away.

-You stares at the sign up sheet for a bit. And then you did the unthinkable.

- You wrote your name.

- The day came and you were a wreck. You didn’t even do your usual makeup and kept your face bare.

- Shinso noticed your face and patted your back. “You’ll do amazing. Even if you don’t, you tried and that’s saying something right?”

- He smiled. He was not the best motivational speaker but he helped you just a tad.

- When it was your turn you were up against some green haired boy named Izuku. He had just defeated your friend so you were a bit fired up now. You saw all he could do was flick his fingers and send waves of power out which was..odd.

- Your quirk allowed you to see people’s fears and anxieties. You quickly accessed this boy, peering into his life. You saw what he was afraid of. Failure.

- You stared into his soul as the game started and activated your quirk. He started to attack but stopped once he heard, booing?

- He started to look around and see people pointing at him and laughing and booing his name and gagging and and and.. what was happening??? He was frozen.

- Then he heard whispers in his ear. Like the most unmotivatonal things ever. The sky got darker and you started your final move. You snapped your fingers and he looked at you to see your eyes roll back to your head as you smiled your most creepiest smile ever as it started “raining” burning metors. Izuku ran out the ring in pure fear to avoid get “hit”.

- The whole time you just stood there smiling an of course the snapping your fingers part. Once Izuku was out of bounds he saw how reality finally snapped back.

- You won..

- Well you didn’t win in the end, losing to Bakugo, but you got 4th place.

- And still plenty of pros came over to you to ask you how your quirk worked and offered you internships. Even kids from Class 1-A came to talk to you. It was amazing to be seen for once. You were quite popular now in fact.

- Later you heard a voice; “See i knew you’d do great…” Shinso said after everything was over and the room you were in was empty.

- You then ran up to him and hugged him. He was shocked. He wasn’t used to touches but here you were. The most prettiest girl ever, hugging him.

-“Thank you…” You said into his chest.

- He blushed and looked away. “Don’t mention it…”

- “No, really. You just changed my fucking life dude…Thank you so much.” You said pulling back looking him in his eyes.

- He just smiled.

- You held his hand as you two left that day. Your heart filled with joy. It wouldn’t be long before He asked you out finally…��

More notes: anyways if y’all haven’t seen on my latest post, i started college and i work so i’m like really busy everyday, all the time. So idk the posts r gonna be kinda slow 😭👋🏾 but yeah i’m still alive, i still got my plug!connie and nerd!armin drafts but i’m saving those for when i’m really slumped and can’t put nothing out for a while so if ur waiting sorry 😵‍💫😔 also this is not proofread…

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xaisxmp · 10 months

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Heyy! ⚠️⚠️ TW / Self Harm ⚠️ ⚠️ Can you do a ff where the Black Bulls find the reader self harming? The reader is very cheerful and looks happy all the time so they were very surprised. All of them in a single oneshot if possible, or separate hcs is also good. If you're doing hcs can you do for Asta, Luck, Yami, William Vangeance and Yuno?

As you wish 🪄

|Trapped in my mind |

Sypnosis: Reader has been trapped in their own mind for god knows how long. Over the years, it developed into a problematic matter once they started to take out their emotions on their body. They always looked so happy on the outside but that didn’t seem the case once they found out the truth.

Trigger warning: Mentions of self-harm ⚠️

𝗔𝘀𝘁𝗮

Your parents have been wishing death upon you for about as long as you can remember. They even went as far as to send you letters while you were sitting in your room at the Black Bull headquarters. You tried not to let the letters get into your head but your parents were really persistent to ruin your life.

Asta was on his happy way to your room to give you a goodmorning hug along with a sweet kiss. You on the other hand were slumped over your desk, sleeping from crying all night. Your coat slipped just as soon as Asta came into your room “Babyy!-” Asta stopped and stared at your bare arms, battered in scratches. He ran up next to you and shook you awake in a panic. “What’s wrong Asta?-” You gasp as your eyes trailed to your arms, grabbing your coat off the floor to cover them up frantically.

A gentle warmth was caging your body before you could cover it all the way “why..” A small voice comes from the usual cheery boy, muffled by his face in your neck. Tears stream down your face as you melt in his embrace and rant to him about your parents, as well as how much they’ve exhausted you over the years. He listened intently and comforted you through every tear, hugging you tighter when you sobbed harder..

𝗬𝘂𝗻𝗼

It was a quiet day at the Golden Dawn headquarters, contrary to the thoughts running through your head. You were sitting in the bathtub crying because you felt so tired of everything. Yuno was knocking on your door to give you sweet treats from the market, he put his ear up to the door once he heard muffled weeps. He didn’t hesitate for a second before opening the door. “Y/n, are you okay?” You jumped “Oh! Yes Yuno, what are you doing here?” You quickly wipe your tears and wrap yourself in a towel, cracking open the bathroom door. “I thought I heard someone crying so I came in, sorry for intruding.” I give him a soft look and accidentally leaned my arm between the crack. “What’s that on your arm?” I widen my eyes and snatch my arm away from his field of vision. As I’m turned around, I feel someone tightly hug me from behind and press a sweet kiss on my nape. “Why didn’t you tell me baby..”

He softly caressed your waist with his thumbs and tears started to stream down your face. Yuno spent his afternoon tending to your arms and comforting you through it.

𝗟𝘂𝗰𝗸

You were skipping happily around the headquarters when you went to the door to get your food that was ordered. Next thing you know Magna and Luck were surrounding you trying to take your food but you quickly ran away from them [💅].

A couple hours later, you were asked to patrol the around and you keep hearing whispers about how you dress and that you’re in the Black Bulls. At first they didn’t get to you but something struck in you when a noble said “I heard that little brat disappointed their whole family and her father almost tried to kill her.” I widen my eyes as other people whip their heads towards my way. I ran straight to the headquarters and up to my room, slamming it shut. Luck was walking up to my door as he heard from the others that you were crying and he softly knocked. “Y/n? They said you were crying.” My breathes were too loud for me to hear the knocking and his voice, I couldn’t control my emotions. Luck opens the door slowly and goes wide-eyed as he sees me bundled up with my arms wrapped around my knees.

He rushed to my side as he saw my arms that looked freshly battered and hugged my immediately. “Luck-!” I was hushed as he held me sweetly, he cradled me and listened to my rants for the rest of the night trying his best to help me out.

𝗬𝗮𝗺𝗶

Yami was laughing obnoxiously when you yelled at Asta as a joke for doing something stupid. His gaze rests on your sleeve that rolled up when you pointed at something, he suddenly went quiet and looked around to see if anyone else noticed your arm too. Once everything died down and it was time for you to go to bed, Yami took your hand and asked you “Can we talk?” You smiled up at him and said “Of course, what’s up?” He was rubbing your hand with his thumb when he averted his gaze to your clothed arm. His silence and where he was looking at told you everything. “…” He caged you in a deep hug, holding your waist as you shed tears of guilt. “Talk to me okay?” I nod my head and he pressed a kiss on the corner of my head. Yami effortlessly picked you up, carrying you to your room and cuddling you close to him. You guys promised to not keep any secrets between you two anymore in hopes of brightening your minds.

𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗺 𝗩𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲

Today wasn’t the day for you. Everyone looked liked they were distancing themself from you like you were an insect, parents being manipulative bitches, and most of all, you missed your sweet boyfriend. You were sitting on the bench sobbing silently, looking down at the scars on your arm. William was currently sitting in his office, thinking about how you’re doing when he got this feeling in his stomach. He didn’t know why but it didn’t go away until he went to look for you. As he was patrolling around the headquarters, he spotted you with your head low and shoulders shaking. His smile faded once he concluded you were crying and walked over behind you, resting a hand on your shoulder blade gently.

“What’s wrong dear-” he stopped midway when he caught a glimpse of your arm before you hurriedly covered them up. “Ah- just having a bad day..” You wipe your tears as he you rubs your hand, looking at you with a sad look. “You know you can talk to me anytime..” He trails his hand up to rub your clothed arm soothingly. He hugs you as he sees you lower head and tear up again. “I’m sorry baby..” He pays your head as you sob into his chest. “There’s nothing to be sorry about..come to me when there’s a problem, okay dear?” You nod your head into his chest and he releases a breath, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

#black clover #black clover x reader #yami x reader #yuno x reader #asta x reader #william vangeance #william vangeance x reader #black clover angst #stay healthy kids

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ashton-is-bored · 5 months

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Dad! Andy Biersack- Fight Alone

A couple things before we start: -CW for mentions of running away from home and fighting

-This one has a lot of POV jumping, it’s only from Andy’s perspective to the reader’s though

-Can we appreciate Andy’s moobs more often? They’re GORGEOUS

Anyways…

Readers POV

I was waiting in the school’s front office for my godfather, Jinxx, to come pick me up. I’d gotten into a fight today because some jerk that’d been picking on me shoved me into my locker again. Normally, I’d brush it off and go about my day like nothing happened, but today was different. I guess the anger got the best of me because I socked that kid straight in the nose.

I knew my dad would be pissed with a capital P and would tell me that I should’ve gone to a teacher, but every time I asked for any help, I’d get the same ‘boys will be boys’ response. The only person I ever told was Jinxx, he was the only one that listened.

“Ms. Biersack, your guardian is here to pick you up.” The front office lady said, her voice was always snarky and nasally, just like her attitude.

I looked up and saw Jinxx standing there, he was dressed in his usual black outfit and to be honest, he didn’t look like he belonged in a public high school.

I got up, grabbed my bag and walked over to Jinxx without a word. He knew, and he knew I didn’t want to talk about it.

~Time skip brought to you by Andy’s moobies~

The car ride was spent in absolute silence, neither Jinxx or I spoke a word.

As we pulled into the car of my house, I noticed everyone’s cars were there. Dad must’ve been practicing when he got the call.

I was about to get out when Jinxx placed his hand on my shoulder and broke the silence. “Y/N, we both know your dad’s going to be pissed…” Jinxx said with a sigh before continuing. “You did the right thing. You took matters into your own hands and made it clear that you weren’t going to tolerate bullying of any kind.”

I nodded and Jinxx gave me a quick hug before we both exited the car. ‘Here goes nothing…’ I thought to myself.

As soon as I entered the house and walked into the kitchen, I was met with a loud yell from my dad. “Fighting?! Is this how I raised you, Y/N?!” My dad asked, clearly pissed off with the fact that I defended myself.

“Dad, it’s all a misunderstanding, I was just-” I tried to reason with my dad and explain what happened, only to be cut off by him yelling again.

“I don’t want to hear it!” My dad yelled again. “You are just like your mother; a reckless woman with no regard for the consequences of your actions!” That hurt. Being compared to the deadbeat woman that left us because she was too addicted to drugs to even care about the family she was leaving behind.

“Andy, you can’t say that-” Jake tried to step in, but dad cut him off just like he did to me.

“Stay out of this, Jake.” He said sternly before turning his attention back to me. “My parents were right, I should’ve put you up for adoption the moment your mother left.”

My dad had never spoken to me like this before, and it hurt like hell. For once, I just wanted him to listen and understand, not scream at me for making mistakes.

I couldn’t handle it anymore, so I pushed past him and went to my room. Dad was angrily yelling for me to get back to the kitchen because he wasn’t done talking, but I didn’t listen. I went to my room and closed the door, shutting him out.

Andy’s POV

“Get back here, young lady! You don’t get to just walk away when I’m-” My scolding was cut off when Jinxx placed his hand on my shoulder.

“Andy, enough!” He said sternly. “I understand that you’re angry at Y/N for what she did, but that doesn’t mean you should talk to her the way you did.”

I scoffed, too angry to care about my daughter’s emotions. I walked to the living room and the guys and I began band practice to distract myself from the disappointment in not only daughter, but with myself.

Reader’s POV

I collapsed into bed and cried into my pillow. I knew I fucked up, but my dad didn’t have any right to say what he did. Was I really like my mom? Does dad really want to get rid of me?

A million thoughts and emotions ran through my head at once, and I knew what I had to do. My dad didn’t want me around anymore, so why should I stay? I knew my dad would be busy with band practice and being angry, so he’d be distracted for at least two hours.

I got up from my bed and grabbed a notebook as well as a pen. Sitting down on my bed, I began to write the note my dad would find later.

‘To my dad, I’m sorry for turning out like mom and for always disappointing you. You were right; you should’ve listened to your parents and gotten rid of me when she left, but I guess it doesn’t matter now that I’m gone. I love you so much, dad, and I don’t want you to blame yourself for this. Tell the guys I love them and that I’ll miss them. Your daughter, Y/N Biersack.’

I tore the note from my notebook and placed it on my bed before getting up and opening my window, climbing out and using the tree outside to keep myself from busting my ass.

Andy’s POV

A few hours has passed since my argument with Y/N, and I realized that I hadn’t been up to check on her at all.

Realizing how much of a bad father this made me look like, I quickly went upstairs and knocked on my daughter’s door. “Y/N? Can I come in?” I asked, my voice didn’t sound angry anymore, I didn’t feel like arguing with her again.

I was met with silence from inside the room. Usually, if Y/N was asleep, she’d at least groan in response to my knocking, but nothing happened this time.

I was getting nervous as seconds ticked by and eventually I couldn’t handle the silence anymore, so I opened the door and walked inside.

I was met with a shock of cold air as I stepped through the doorway and I quickly realized that it was because the window was open. Confused, I walked over to close it, when my eyes fell on a note that was sitting on Y/N’s bed.

Picking up the note and reading it made my heart sink. She was gone. I felt my knees shake as they struggled not to give out and tears sting my eyes, a sob threatened to escape my lips. My daughter ran away because of me.

Reader’s POV

I walked to the old abandoned railroad tracks. The station that was attached to the tracks was abandoned as well, so it’d give me somewhere to hide and shelter myself for the time being.

I walked into the station and sat on the dusty floor against the wall, hugging my knees to my chest. I quickly realized that I’d forgotten to bring my jacket and my old Bowie shirt wasn’t doing much to keep me warm.

My dad’s words echoed through my head, ‘You’re just like your mother’, ‘I should’ve put you up for adoption.’ I placed a hand over my mouth to muffle my sobs. I didn’t want to cry, I didn’t deserve to cry because I let everyone down, just like my mom.

Andy’s POV

I called everyone. My friends, Joe, anyone that Y/N could’ve been in contact with, but no one knew where my daughter was.

CC walked up behind me and placed his hand on my shoulder causing me to jump nearly four feet in the air. I was so on edge because of the whole situation that I forgot the guys were here. “We called the cops, and they said they can’t do anything until she’s been missing for 24 hours,” CC said with a sigh. “Jinxx says our best bet is to go out and look for her.”

I nodded and grabbed my jacket before joining the guys in the car, sitting in the front with the window down, yelling my daughter’s name. ‘Just come back home, baby…’ I thought helplessly.

Lonny suddenly spoke up from the back of the car. “Y/N and I walked the railroad tracks in the summer. Maybe we could look there?”

Jinxx sighed and turned the car out of the empty parking lot we’d been driving around. “It’s worth a shot.”

~Time skip part ||~

We pulled up to the abandoned tracks and got out of the car. I walked ahead of the group, hoping with my entire heart that my daughter was safe and alive.

Jinxx decided that it would be best for us to split up and search. The groups consisted of Lonny and I, and Jake and CC. Jinxx decided to search the outer areas of the abandoned station.

I walked into the dusty station with Lonny behind me. It was cold as we searched and the floorboards creaked under my boots, making the whole place seem creepier than it actually was.

As we walked, I suddenly stopped and pulled out my phone to turn on the flashlight. My heart nearly stopped when I saw it in the light.

My daughter was sitting on the dusty station floor with her knees against her chest and her arms around herself, her skin covered in goosebumps.

I dropped to my knees and wrapped my arms around Y/N’s frigid body. Her head rested on my chest and her arms wrapped around my torso as she sobbed.

“Daddy, I’m sorry… I’m sorry for everything…” Her voice was broken and defeated through the tears, it was also muffled by my shirt as she buried her head into my chest.

I hushed her softly, the same way I’d do when she had nightmares as a kid. “Shhh… It’s alright, baby bat, it’s not your fault…”

A few tears slipped down my face, but I didn’t care. It was like the world didn’t exist anymore and holding my daughter was the only thing that mattered. I smoothed her hair over with the palm of my hand, slowly and gently, to soothe her while whispering soft words in her ear.

When we were finally done crying, Y/N held onto me tighter. She was shivering and I feared she’d catch a cold if I didn’t do something.

Carefully, I removed my jacket and placed it around her while continuing to shush her gently.

Lonny cleared his throat awkwardly from behind us. “I… uh… I hate to break up the father-daughter moment, but we should probably get Y/N back to the car before she freezes to death.”

I nodded and carefully picked up my daughter up. She shook the whole way to the car, even with my jacket, she was still freezing.

As I got into the car, I kept my arms around Y/N. Her head rested against my shoulder and her knees pressed against my thighs. I reached one of my hands up and brushed it against her hair.

“You really scared us there, Y/N.” Jake said, trying to lighten the mood.

I shook my head at him, knowing my daughter, I knew she wouldn’t want to talk about it until later. “You’ll be okay, baby bat, things are going to get better.” I whispered in her ear, attempting to make things better with my daughter.

As the car ride went on, I could feel Y/N relaxing into me, and when I looked over, she’d fallen asleep against my side. Her breath was shallow and even, her arms held my bicep as if I’d disappear if she let go, and her eyes were shut.

Jinxx pulled into the driveway and shut the car off. Lonny opened the car door while CC helped me carry Y/N inside. As I picked her up, she stirred and snuggled further into my arms. For a second, I swear I saw her as a baby again; wrapped in my arms in a Black Veil Brides shirt that was too big for her as I carried her inside after she fell asleep coming home from a show. Tears threatened to fall from my eyes, how could I have been such a bad dad to such a precious girl?

I brought Y/N to the living room and laid her down on the couch before grabbing a throw blanket and covering her sleepy and shivering body with it. The guys and I decided it was best if they stayed over to help with Y/N, knowing she needed the support of her family right now.

I slipped my boots off and laid down behind my daughter, wrapping a protective arm around her as she slept.

“I will always be with you, baby bat. Daddy will always be here.” I whispered, pressing a kiss to her temple before laying my head down above hers and falling asleep with my baby bat in my arms.

~THE END~

#black veil brides #bvb #andy biersack #jake pitts #jinxx #cc bvb #lonny eagleton #andy biersack x reader #moobies

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keerysquinn · 7 months

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@cheerscoopscentral's cheerscoops week 2023 | day 2: childhood friends to lovers

Title: Because He's Not You Pairings: Steve Harrington x Chrissy Cunningham Word Count: 3.6k Summary: Steve has always been Chrissy's biggest protector and confidant. But, when she comes crying to him about her breakup with Jason, he can't stay silent and deny his feelings for her anymore. A/N: This is another one that's a little bit on the shorter side because I put most of my efforts for this week into day 6's fic. But I'm still very proud of this one, and I hope you all enjoy it. There's some angst in this one, but it's nothing major.

“Can I come over?”

That was how these nights always started. Steve would get a phone call from Chrissy where she sounded a little shaken up or sad, and being the caring best friend that he was, he always said yes. That was the way it always had been. He was always protecting her. It had been his job when they were little kids together on the playground and bullies had kicked sand in her face, and it was still his job now when her most frequent tormentor was her own mother.

Even when she probably should have been turning to her boyfriend for comfort, Chrissy always ran to Steve instead. It came with the territory of being her best friend, and he was always going to be there for her when she called - even if being there for her occasionally caused him pain.

He wasn’t sure when his feelings for her had evolved into something bigger than friendship. Maybe he’d always had a little bit of a crush on her that he kept buried deep down inside. It was hard not to love her when her mere presence made his life feel so much fuller. All he knew is that he woke up one morning and couldn’t deny the fact that he had feelings for her anymore. If she hadn’t been happily dating Jason Carver, he might have said something to her about it, but he didn’t want to risk ruining the easy friendship that they’d shared all this time.

So, he never acted on his feelings. He let her come over when she needed a safe place to stay, and he listened to her because he was the only person who could understand how messed up her relationship with her parents was.

“Need me to pick you up?” he asked.

He didn’t need to say yes. She knew the answer was always yes, and he knew she knew that. The only question was whether or not she was driving herself over or not.

“I’m leaving in two minutes. Just wanted to make sure you were home first.”

“See you soon then.”

“Thanks, Steve.”

She never waited for him to say ‘you’re welcome’ before hanging up the phone. She was always too eager to leave her house to let the conversation last any longer.

He was always happy to pick her up when she needed him to, but he preferred the times when she felt okay enough to drive herself over. It gave him time to get his house ready for her. He could grab her favorite blanket from the linen closet and make sure that he had some sort of snack that he could offer her. Chances were that if she was fighting with her mother, she’d ended up under-eating or skipping a meal entirely earlier in the day, and he had been friends with her long enough that he knew she’d eat if he said the snacks were for him but made them available to her too. They’d watch something stupid on TV together, and maybe she would open up to him about what she was dealing with if she felt like talking. It wasn’t what he wanted, but he respected her and their friendship too much to push for anything else.

This time felt different though. When Chrissy let herself into his house, she wasn’t carrying an overnight bag, and she was dressed a lot nicer than she normally would be for one of their typical hangouts. And, while she often came over upset about something, it was rare that she actually looked like she’d been crying. But, there she was, standing in his doorway with puffy, red eyes.

"What happened?" he asked.

Before she responded she was walking over to where he was standing and burying her face in his chest as she wrapped her arms around him. He rubbed her back as she cried and tried to provide the comfort she was seeking. Whatever this was, it was worse than a normal fight with her mother. He hated seeing her like this more than anything, and he was going to do whatever he could to take away her pain.

“You’re okay,” he told her as she tightened her grip around him. “I’ve got you.”

She pulled away from him once she’d stopped crying and wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand.

“I’m sorry,” she said with a small sniffle. “I think I got mascara on your shirt.”

“It’s fine. It’ll wash out. Are you okay?”

“I think so. Or, I will be. Eventually.”

“Do you wanna talk about it now? Or do you wanna get changed first?”

“I didn’t bring a change of clothes with me.”

“So? You can borrow something of mine.”

“Okay.”

He led her upstairs to his room and offered her an old t-shirt and a pair of his pajama pants before grabbing his own pajamas and leaving her alone to change. When she finally joined him again in the living room, she immediately wrapped herself up in the blanket he’d left for her and flopped over to lay on the sectional beside him.

“So, how many times did you have to roll up the waist of those pants to make them fit you?” he teased.

“Shut up,” she said as she tried to hold in a laugh. “It’s not my fault you’re ten feet tall.”

“So, do you wanna tell me why you showed up here crying, or do you not want to talk about it?”

“It’s Jason.”

Of course, it was Jason. It was always Jason.

Steve liked to think that he wasn’t the jealous type. As much as he had feelings for Chrissy, he didn’t think he had the right to be jealous of anyone she was dating when he was too chicken to tell her how he really felt. But, it was hard for him not to hate Jason when he knew how the guy treated his best friend. He honestly didn’t know why she stayed with him when he was constantly picking fights with her. She’d never told him what they fought about, but knowing Jason, it had to be something trivial.

“What did he do this time?” Steve asked.

“He told me to meet him at Enzo’s, and I thought we were having a normal date night. Instead, he waited until we’d put our orders in to pick a fight with me, dumped me before our appetizers even got there, and then left me to pay the check. The waitress took pity on me because I was crying in the middle of the restaurant, and she said I only had to pay for the drinks since none of the food had come out yet. I called you from the payphone outside of the restaurant. I couldn’t bear the thought of my mom seeing me like that and hurling out an ‘I told you so’ over the fact that I couldn’t be good enough to make him stay.”

Steve could feel his blood boiling. If Jason had only wanted to break up with Chrissy, he could have done it anywhere, but he chose to do it in a public place in order to humiliate her. He was intentionally cruel to a girl that he was supposed to be in love with. At least, Chrissy had said they were in love. Now, he was afraid that Chrissy’s affections had been one-sided. He was torn between tracking down Jason to hurt him as much as he’d hurt her and staying with her to put the pieces of his broken best friend back together. Staying by her side always won in the end.

“I’ll kill him,” he said.

“No, you won’t,” she told him. “You’re too nice.”

“To you maybe, but not to him. Never to him. Especially after what he just did to you. He doesn’t deserve to walk away from this unscathed.”

“Maybe.”

She was quiet after that, and he passed her the remote so she could pick whatever she wanted to watch.

“I made too many pizza rolls, so feel free to help yourself,” he told her as he gestured towards a plate that was piled up with way more pizza rolls than even two people needed.

She nodded but made no move to take any.

“So, what did you fight about?”

“Oh, you know. The same old fight we always have,” she said as she flipped through the channels trying to find anything that looked interesting.

Except Steve didn’t know. He was aware that there was a fight that Chrissy and Jason had had many times before. A fight that Jason couldn’t seem to let go or let her resolve. He’d just never been filled in on the details of that fight. She was always so vague about it no matter how many times he asked.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” He didn’t want to pry too much, but maybe now that she and Jason were broken up, she’d be open to sharing the details.

“Not really. I just want to put this whole stupid night behind me if that’s okay.”

“Whatever you want.”

They watched TV mostly in silence, occasionally making comments about what was happening on the screen. Chrissy was unusually quiet that evening, but he chalked it up to her feeling down about the breakup, so he wasn’t pressuring her to talk to him any more than she wanted to. Eventually, she started snacking on the pizza rolls with him, and he was taking that as a win.

After the seventh or eighth episode of the Family Ties marathon that they’d been watching - he’d lost track - Chrissy let out a yawn, and Steve realized just how late it was getting.

“You ready to head to bed?” he asked her.

She nodded in response, so he turned off the TV, and they made their way upstairs. She always stayed in the guest room next to his, but she hesitated in front of his bedroom door for a moment before moving to her usual room. He couldn’t tell if she was hoping for an invitation to stay with him or not, and he didn’t dare ask her in fear of making her uncomfortable. He wanted nothing more than to share his space with her, and he’d never say no if she asked, but he couldn’t bring himself to be the one that suggested it.

They said their goodnights, and he shut himself away in his room. He wasn’t alone for long though. Soon, there was a knock at his door, and Chrissy was pushing it open.

“Is it okay if I stay in here with you?” she asked, staring down at her feet. “I really don’t want to be alone right now.”

“Come on.”

He pulled back the covers and invited her in, but she bypassed the space he’d made for her. Instead, she went around to the other side of the bed and climbed in so that her back was almost pressed against his. This was always the way they’d laid together when they were little kids, and it wasn’t like he’d expected her to cuddle up to him, but he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment at the fact that she hadn’t climbed into his arms. It was selfish of him. He knew that. She’d just been dumped, and clinging to another guy was probably the last thing on her mind, but he wanted to be that comfort for her. He wanted more than she was able to give him, and it was killing him.

There was a thought in the back of head that he’d been ignoring for a long time. A question he’d been wanting to ask her ever since she first started dating Jason. He’d kept it to himself for so long, but he couldn’t keep it to himself any longer.

“Hey, Chrissy?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Why do you always come here? I mean, I get why you would come to me when you fought with Jason. That makes sense. But why didn’t you go to him for comfort when you fought with your mom? That just feels like the kind of thing a girl would lean on her boyfriend for, but you always came to me instead, and I want to know why.”

She was quiet again. Too quiet for Steve’s liking, and he was afraid that his question had offended her. Or maybe she’d fallen asleep and hadn’t heard his full question. He was about to give up hope on getting an answer when he heard her voice. Her answer was quiet, but it was still there, and hearing it felt like he was being punched in the chest.

“Because he’s not you.”

It was at that moment that Steve realized he couldn’t do this anymore. He couldn’t be a rock for her when it was actively killing him. She relied on him for so much, and he’d always been happy to give her whatever she needed, but he was begging for her to choose him for everything while she chose to give her heart to someone else. It was just too painful.

He decided he’d tell her in the morning. Like she’d said, he was too nice. He couldn’t do that to her when she was so fragile that she couldn’t sleep alone. He could give her one more night before he pulled away. It was the only thing he could do to protect his heart.

When Steve woke up, his bed was empty. He’d always tended to sleep later than Chrissy did, so he was sure that she’d already made her way downstairs for the day. He dreaded going to find her though. Sleeping on it hadn’t changed his mind, and he still felt as if he needed to distance himself from her, and he hated that he had to tell her that.

He went downstairs and found her puttering around in the kitchen. She’d already made coffee, and she was sitting at the table eating a bowl of cereal. She’d left an empty bowl, mug, and spoon at the spot next to her in anticipation of him joining her for breakfast.

She lit up when she saw him, and it only made him feel worse about what he was about to do.

“You’re up!” she said as she motioned for him to sit down next to her. “What did you want to do today? I would have to go home and change because I’m not exactly dressed to go out, but Top Gun came out last weekend, and I was thinking we could go see that since you’ve never said no to a Tom Cruise movie before, and it looks really good. And then, maybe we could go and get something to eat at Benny’s? What do you think?”

“I don’t know if I’m feeling up to going out today.”

“Are you not feeling well?” she asked, immediately getting up from her seat to go to his side. “Is it a stomachache from all the pizza rolls last night, or is it something else?”

She stood on her tiptoes to reach up and feel his forehead, but he shrugged her off.

“It’s not that,” he told her. “I’m fine. I just - we need to talk.”

He moved to sit at the table, and Chrissy followed after him.

“What’s wrong? You’re starting to scare me.”

He hated seeing her look so worried about him, so he had to rip off the bandaid. He couldn’t draw this out any longer.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

“What do you mean?”

“I think we need some space. We don’t need to spend as much time together as we do.”

“But I thought you liked spending time with me? You’re my best friend, and I thought I was yours.”

“I do, and you are, but don’t you get it?” he asked. “I don’t want to just be your best friend. I’ve wanted there to be something more between us for a long time now - even before you and Jason started going out if I’m being honest with myself - but I never said anything to you about it because I didn’t want to risk making our friendship awkward. But watching you cry over another guy and picking up the pieces of that asshole’s mistakes is killing me. I can’t keep hurting like this all the time, and it’s too selfish of me to ask you to feel the same way that I do. You’re my best friend, and you always will be, but I need to put some distance between us until I can get over you. So, I can’t go to the movies with you and get something to eat at Benny’s afterwards. It feels too much like a date, and it’s not fair to either of us for me to just go along with that when we want different things.”

Steve looked up at Chrissy for the first time since he’d started talking, and his heart broke to see that her eyes were glassy with tears. She was quiet again like she’d been the night before, and he didn’t know if that was a good thing or not. He just wanted to know if he’d ruined their friendship entirely, but even if it wasn’t ruined, he was sure it would never be the same.

“You know how I never told you what Jason and I fought about?” she asked him, finally breaking her silence. “It was the biggest issue in our relationship, and we fought about it so often that I was used to it by the time he decided to dump me over it. But I could never bring myself to tell you about it when you asked because I was afraid it would make things weird. That it would make you stop being my friend.”

“I’m not sure that I follow.”

“We fought about you, Steve. All of our biggest fights were about you. He hated how close we were, and he kept insisting that there was something going on between us. That I’d been cheating on him with you for the entirety of our relationship. And he just wouldn’t drop it no matter how many times I reassured him that you and I were just friends. Last night, he dumped me because he asked me if I wanted to go see Top Gun with him, and I told him I couldn’t because I always went to see Tom Cruise movies with you. That it was our thing. I think that was just the final straw for him.”

“I’m sorry. I would’ve distanced myself if I’d known.”

“That’s why I didn’t tell you. I can’t imagine my life without you in it, and I would have hated having to spend less time with you just because Jason was uncomfortable with it. I thought it was just because you’re my best friend, but I realized last night that it was something more.”

She moved to take Steve’s hand in hers, and he let her, allowing this one bit of comfort to be shared between them.

“The truth is that I love you. Maybe I always have. From the first time you played mermaids with me at the community pool and didn’t care that the other boys teased you for participating in such a girly game. You’re the only person I want to run to when anything bad happens, and you’re the only person that I want to celebrate good news with. I want to spend as much time with you as I possibly can, and maybe I suggested something that seems like a date because I wanted it to be a date. I just wasn’t ready to say it out loud.

“So, if you really want space to get over me, I’ll understand,” she said as she gave his hand a small squeeze. “But I’d really like it if you didn’t get over me. I just need some time to be ready to start going out with someone else.”

“How long do you need?” he asked.

“Give me two weeks. Let me lick my wounds and put some distance between that bad relationship and what I have with you, and when those two weeks are up, you can give me a call, and ask me out on a real date.”

“I can live with that.”

“Awesome. I’ll get out of your hair then.”

She got up from her seat and leaned in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek before making her way towards the door.

“I look forward to your call."

The phone rang in the Cunningham house, and Chrissy ran to grab it. It had been two weeks, and three days since she’d last talked to Steve, and every time the phone rang, she was certain that it was him finally calling her.

“Cunningham residence. This is Chrissy speaking.”

“Hey, Chrissy. It’s Steve.”

“Hi, Steve. To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Well, as you know, it’s been two weeks since we last hung out.”

“Two weeks and three days actually.”

“Right. Two weeks and three days. And, if you remember, you told me to give you two weeks to put your last relationship behind you before I called you.”

“I remember.”

“Awesome. So, I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go out with me this weekend? I was thinking that we could go see a movie and then get some dinner at Benny’s. Top Gun is still playing, and I heard it’s pretty good.”

“I’d love to.”

“I’ll pick you up at six on Friday if that’s alright with you.”

“It sounds perfect. I can’t wait.”

“Me either.”

As they said their goodbyes and hung up the phone, Chrissy couldn’t help but smile. For the first time in a long time, she knew that she was going to have the perfect date with someone who loved her as much as she loved him.

#cheerscoops #my writing #cheerscoopsweek23

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thatonecurlygirl · 2 years

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Biology of Billy Hargrove 12

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairing: Billy x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warning: none

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“Y/N! Are you dressed? We are coming in!” Angie shouts from downstairs as the door quietly closes behind her.

“Upstairs!” You call out of your bedroom door, finishing your light makeup and making sure your hair is perfect.

“You’re going to want to change. Vickie’s parents aren’t leaving after all, the party has been moved to Lover’s Lake.” Angie pops into your bedroom with both Joseph and Davey in tow.

“You’re kidding, right?” You groan, hoping she is in fact joking.

“No, we got the call right before we left the house. That’s why we are so late. Angie took forever.” Joseph sighs.

“Luckily, Y/N won’t have the same problem.” Angie shuffles though my drawers, pulling out your favorite swimsuit and tossing it at you.

“We will be in the car when you are done. We expect to see you in the car in no more than-” she pauses, lifting Joseph’s arm and looking at the watch on his wrist. “Eight minutes!”

Angie turns and rushes out of your room, pulling both guys with her by the wrists as she goes. Angie has never been one to be patient. She always takes her time in what she does, ensuring perfection, but is always rushing everyone else as soon as she is ready. She alway blames it on being the youngest sister to three brothers. They were always racing, racing to the bathroom, racing to finish eating first, racing for absolutely everything. Hell, one time Angie and her brothers raced to see who could pee faster. You were enlisted to sit outside the bathroom door and listen to each of them individually pee, time it and report who the winner was.

“Perfect.” You huff, quickly pulling off your party wear and slipping into the neon green one piece cut-out swimsuit and shorts, washing your makeup off with a wet washcloth before running down the stairs, skipping multiple steps as you do. You land on both feet at the bottom of the stair with a old thud, booking it to the front door.

“Took you long enough!” Angie calls out the window as you shut and lock the front door behind you.

“You annoy the hell out of me sometimes Ang.” You grumble, sliding into the backseat beside Davey.

“Yeah, but you still love me.” She turns all the way around in the passenger seat, with a wide smile on her face as she batts her eyelashes dramatically.

“You sure about that?” You ask, raising a questioning brow.

“100%” She nods, turning back around.

“Hey Davey, nice to see you again.” You chuckle, turning to greet Davey who sits beside you with an amused smile.

“Yeah, you too. That color looks great on you.” His eyes quickly rove your body.

“Thanks.”

“Angie told me that you, Miss. Goody-Two-Shoes, got suspended for fighting some jock.” Joseph chuckles at the mental image of you fighting some big jock. “Impressive.”

“He was a dick.” You scoff.

“Yeah, then Billy knocked him on his ass. Billy and Y/N were almost dating, but he ditched her.” Angie blabbers on.

“Yeah, he is a dick too.” You growl.

“Some dick ditched you? He got the opportunity to date you and ditched you?” Davey asks, unable to believe that someone would miss the chance to date you.

“Yeah, I’d prefer not to talk about it.”

“You know he is probably going to be there right?” Angie asks, slight concern in her voice.

“If you are wanting to make him jealous I’m down.” Davey smirks.

“I’m wanting to not think about Billy.”

“I can help with that too.”

“I may take you up on that.” You playfully wink at him.

“We are here!” Angie bounces up and down in here seat, excited energy oozing from her. “Right here Joe!”

Joseph quickly pulls in to the spot in the gray that Angie directs him into and quickly follows after her when she jumps out and takes off running to the water. You and Davey take your time exiting the car, you slip the shorts down your legs and neatly fold them into the backseat, turning to quickly scan the large group of teens amble around, chatting and having a good time.

“Up you go.” Davey swoops you up, tossing you up over his shoulders. The ease in which he did so was a shock, leaving you to gasp in surprise followed by a fit of giggles as he turns toward the water’ edge.

“Davey!” You squeal, playfully beating on his back as he chuckles and continues into the water. “What are you—” As you glance up into the crowd of people up on the dry land, you catch Billy glaring back at you, unamused as girl attempt to grab his attention.

“In you go!” Davey collapses into the water, taking you down with him.

When you surface the water, you laugh and wipe the lake water from your face, scanning the water around to to find Davey, who should have surfaced along with you. You spin in a circle, eyebrows knit in confusion as he is nowhere to be seen.

“Davey?” You begin to worry. “Dav—”

“Looking for me?” He asks in your ear as his chest presses against your back.

“God, you scared me.” You quickly turn and splash at him.

“You worried about me?” He asks, smirk plastered to his —honestly gorgeous— face.

“Not as much as you would hope.” You shrug, trying to play off the fact that you were getting a bit nervous.

“Y/N, you aren’t lying to me now are you?” His smirk suddenly turned incredibly sexy as he wades up close to you in the water.

“And if I was lying?”

“Then I won’t kiss you.”

“Then you should ask again.” You take a small step closer, leaving you and Davey chest to chest.

“Were you worried about me, Y/N?” He asks in a hushed voice.

“So worried.” You pout, looking up at Davey through your lashes.

Davey smiles, bending down to scoop you up and wrap your legs around his waist. His lips softly meet yours and you can almost get lost in the kiss. You can almost let yourself be taken into the moment in which you focus on nothing but his large hands gripping the backs of your thighs, his lips moving in sync with yours and teeth gently nipping at your lip.

Almost.

You can almost forget about Billy who was glaring at you from afar. You can almost forget about Billy’s lips on yours, his hands on you. That smile of his. You can almost forget Billy’s fingers twirling in your hair and breath on the back of your neck. You can almost forget that Billy got suspended too for hitting the Jonas for being an ass to you. You can almost feel not guilty for kissing someone other than him. You keep kissing Davey though, pretending to get lost in the kiss and smile when the two of you pull away.

“I’m going to go get a drink.” You smile and slide out of Davey’s arms. “You want one?”

“Uhm, sure.” He nods, watching you make your way out of the water.

“Shit shit shit.” You mutter under your breath as you slowly make your way to the coolers and small folding tables that are holding the drinks.

“Damn, how many does that one make?” You hear Billy’s unmistakable voice behind you.

“What’s that supposed to mean, Billy?” You ask, back still turned to him as you look through all the drinks, trying to decide on one.

“You know what I mean, little rabbit.”

The use of that nickname makes you roll your eyes, “Billy, don’t fucking start with me. I’ve not slept with anyone, if that’s what you are trying to refer to. Davey is the the only guy I’ve had any kind of interest in since you ditched me.” You slam the cooler lid closed and quickly turn to face Billy. “Not like it’s any of your business, Billy. It’s not like we are even seeing each other.”

“You okay, y/n?” Davey asks, walking up and taking space beside you.

“Yeah, all good.” You nod.

“Yeah and we’re having a private fucking conversation.” Billy growls.

“Doesn’t look like she is too interested in what you have to say.” Davey chuckles. “You the asshole I’ve heard about.”

“Davey, please don’t.” You press into his side, trying to push him along but he doesn’t budge.

Heads start to turn and you can feel eyes on you, a feeling that you really didn’t want to get use to. Yet again, you are thrown into the middle of a confrontation involving Billy Hargrove and another guy in the middle of the crowd and it makes your skin clammy and your heart race.

“Sounds like my Little Rabbit has been talking about me.” Billy smirks, harsh eyes dead set on Davey.

“You think you’re hot shit don’t you?” Davey takes a step forward.

“I don’t know, ask y/n what she thinks. I know she never ran away from me when we were making out.” Billy winks, eyes seductive when glancing at you before glaring back at Davey.

Whispers in the crowd get louder as Billy exposes the fact that there has been something going on between the two of you. The whole senior class and nearly the whole school had suspected that there was something as your chemistry is undeniable, but no one knew for sure until now. You can feel the heat rising to your cheeks and your chest tightens.

“I’m only going to tell you once to back the hell off. She doesn’t want you.” Davey’s voice hardens.

“Davey!” You tug at his arm but he ignores you.

“Is that what you think?” Billy laughs a full bellied laugh. “You think making out with her for thirty seconds means she wants you?”

Davey’s back straightens and the veins in his neck bulges. Billy stands there, egging Davey on with his smirk and challenging him with his eyes. Davey’s not backing down, despite the fact that you are trying to pull him in the opposite direction.

“Davey stop.” You step in the space between the boys.

“Y/n, tell this prick you don’t want him.” Davey practically stares through him. “Tell him you’re with me now.”

“No.” You shake your head with a scowl on your face.

“What?” He asks surprised.

“No, I’m not WITH you.”

“So, what? You’re just leading me on like a whore?” Davey raises his voice.

“What did you fucking say!” Billy growls, preparing to lunge at Davey, but stops when you reach out toward him, gently placing a hand on the center of his chest to stop him. A calming warmth spreads cross his chest from where your touched him.

“Davey, never once did I even hint that we were together. That kiss meant absolutely nothing other than me trying to have a good time and enjoy this fucking party. Now take this hint.” You lift your middle finger at him, “And fuck all the way off!”

“Y/n!” You can hear Angie call out from the crowd, voice quiet and muffled by the chattering of everyone else watching the scene unfold.

“Ruined my fucking night.” You flounce toward the street in anger, prepared to walk the nearly half an hour it would take you to walk home, soaking wet and without shoes as you left them somewhere between getting thrown into the water and breaking up the potential fight.

A few minutes into walking down the street you hear the familiar roar of a car pulling behind you, “Get in the car, y/l/n.”

“I’m not getting in the car with you, Billy.”

“Y/n, you are going to need your keys to get in your house and I found your shoes and shorts too. Get in the car.”

“What the fuck do you want from me, Billy?” You stop in the middle of the street, yelling in frustration.

“Get in the fucking car, y/n.”

“Why’d you bail on our date? Answer that and I will get in the car.” You stand in the middle of the road, arms folded across your chest, watching Billy’s jaw tighten as he grinds his teeth.

“Get in and car and I will tell you.” He tries to negotiate with you.

“Tell me now or I’m going to start walking again.”

You watch some emotion cross Billy’s face and with a huff he throws open his door and steps out, slamming it behind him as he stalks around the car to you. “Fine,” he throws his muscled arms in the air in defeat. “I screwed up and I apologize. I’m not getting into family shit. Right now this isn’t about my fuck ups, it’s about you getting in the car so I can get you home.”

“Was it your dad?” You ask softly. You don’t know much about the Hargrove-Mayfield household as the parents aren’t the most neighborly, but you’ve heard the arguing and crashed many times. You’ve watched a disheveled Billy fly out of the house and to his beloved car more times that you can count.

“Get in the car.” Billy opens your car door and makes his way around to his side, shouting you an annoyed look and motioning to the passenger seat before getting in, himself

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findusinaweek · 1 year

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Top 10 movies

Tagged by @aeide like....29 days ago. Cool. A lot of stuff happened lately and also I had to think about this and remake the list at least 7 (now 9) times. So. This is probably not true but it has old favorites and current bias and I’ve put far too much thought into this. Under cut because of gifs causing loading/flashing. Uhhhhh. I feel weird about tagging this, since it’s been so long. I can’t remember who has done it and who hasn’t. Gonna tag folks who I don’t remember seeing. If you’ve done it, or you don’t want to, that’s cool! Sorry I took forever with it. @blue-mono, @cataliinaa, @whereforartthoumisthios, @fikali, anyone else who wants?

1) The Hours

It has music by Philip Glass! Meryl Streep plays a queer woman and that was important to me as a teenager. It’s very sad but it is always there for me when I feel bleak. It’s just a part of my psyche and I can’t really explain it at this point.

2) Lord of the Rings 2: The Two Towers (Extended Version)

Every Thursday for about 8 years the closest group of cousins and I would watch a movie while we had our piano lessons and most of those years we just watched LOTR 2 and 3 extended versions. Every Thursday. For about 8 years. 2/4 people (including me) are most likely autistic, yes. 2/4 (not including me) can play the piano. We are very annoying about LOTR. Anyways, look! It’s Haldir! The first man I loved to die of a weapon through the head. Yeah. I love that guy. Also, this film has great french horn!

3) Pride and Prejudice (2005)

I cannot express how much I love this movie. I cannot explain all the things about it I love. I cannot. Music is by Dario Marianelli (I can play to the second page of the score to “Living Sculptures of Pemberly” on piano. It only took 5 years), Directed by Joe Wright, Kiera Knightley stars as Elizabeth Bennett. I adore the dresses, the hair, the casting, the music, the fact that Simon Wood’s hair continued growing red after filming, the statues in Pemberly, the tiling on the floors in Pemberly, the way Mary plays the piano, Georgiana, Darcy’s sideburns, the HAND FLEX, the weird pig scene, The flower Tom Hollander holds, the nod to Henry Purcell, ect. 4) Anna Karenina (2012)

Dario, Joe, Kiera, and a train walk into a movie. Do not get me started.

5) The Parent Trap (1998)

I saw this as a kid and made my mom watch it with me over and over and over again. She didn’t mind. She thinks she’s like Chessy, but she’s not. She doesn’t cook, for one. And she doesn’t wear a denim shirt. I do though. We still quote this to each other. Formative.

6) A Place Promised in Our Early Days

An earlier Makoto Shinkai movie. The plot is confusing and boring if I’m honest. The background animations are breathtaking. If you like anime but also like realism in art, I’d highly recommend any Makoto Shinkai movie for visuals.

7) The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (2015)

Do you ever just want to eat a sandwich and listen to old italian music and watch your enemy best friend and lover drown? No? huh. Amazing soundtrack! Spy drama! COSTUMING. It makes me laugh! Henry Cavill! Solo/Kuryakin/Teller should be canon. I was pretty upset about the whole Armie Hammer thing, tbh, because I really wanted a sequel to this. But I’m ok with that not happening.

8) Fly Away Home

The first media I wallowed in. Would rewind to the scene with Mary Chapin Carpenter’s “10,000′s miles” and sit way too close to the screen. When we got it on dvd my life changed. I could just press the button!? I didn’t care about the geese, really. I cared about the deep grief this kid was having. Someone probably should have questioned why I was watching it on repeat and gotten me into therapy a lot earlier. All in all, it’s a pretty movie.

9) A Single Man

I love this movie but I gotta admit I skip around watching it. It’s so depressing, I can’t watch it all at the same time. I like the music a lot, good cello. I love watching Colin Firth be miserable. I like crying with George. I don’t give a shit about Charley (except for her house and dress. Sorry Julianne Moore.) I hate Kenny. I want to live in George’s house. I want to live there. It is the J.W. Schaffer House. It’s a modernist house built in 1949 by John Lautner. I want to lick touch that woodwork. UGH. The glass. UGH. I love it. UGH. It’s such an impractical house. UGH. It’s so dumb. UGh. I want to go lay down on the floor, surrounded by books, in that house. uGH.

10) Underworld

What a dumb movie. Somewhere in my mom’s house is a Windows XP with a folder of photos of Selene that I thought were really cool, for some reason that I couldn’t figure out. That computer also has viruses from badly pirating the movie in 2008. I thought it was the coolest thing I’d ever seen and probably the first R rated movie I snuck. On this list because of the family computer destruction. And the ‘armor’, if you can call it that.

#top 10 movies #tag game #sorry I took 5 million years with this one #I love gifs so much

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reneetje · 1 year

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Y'all. I wrote this first chapter of a fanfic a while ago but it didnt do well on ao3. Im gonna drop it here because the story is still stuck in my head and i need to know if anyone is interested in reading it at all.

Chapter 1: Bringing on the heartache

Listen to: Def Leppard - Bringing on the heartache

You sat in your car looking at the building in front of you. Must’ve been one of the few buildings that wasn’t damaged in ’86, because it looked exactly the same. You’d been here before when your grandma had gotten sick, but that was a long time ago.

Today was your first day at Hawkins memorial nursing home. The word “memorial” was new on the building. They must’ve been very short staffed because you were hired on credentials and a phone call alone: ‘when can you start’? You had replied that you could start this week, if they’d have you. Truth was, you didn’t want to sit at home right now, because being alone would only make you think about everything that happened.

Your family was one of those who high-tailed out of Hawkins in ’86 after the string of weird accidents, murders and a shattering earthquake. The adults had talked about satanic worshipping and ritual sacrificing, but the truth was the Devil had come to Hawkins without anyone asking. Among the youth of Hawkins there had been talk about “what really happened”. A lot of those kids had come of worse and after the earthquake, which had left Hawkins full of death and despair, many parents had picked up their families and left for good.

You never thought you would ever go back here, there were so many memories, good and bad. You always thought going back would be too painful. But now you are hurting anyway and going back to Hawkins feels more safe than staying in California, so here you are. Breathing in through your nose you rummage in your bag for an elastic. With practiced hands you move all yiur hair together in a bun and tie it together. You exhale as you open the car door. “Here we go”.

Your new colleagues are very nice to you and welcome you to the unit. You’re paired with Brenda for two mornings, so she can show you the ropes. You and Brenda have 5 people to get ready, she shows you the list. The whole floor is occupied by patients with some form of dementia, in different stages. Together with your new team you spend the morning bathing, dressing and feeding the patients. During coffee break you chat with your colleagues about the weather, sports, the mornings activities and then Brenda asks you where you’re from. Ofcourse this was inevitable, they would find out eventually.

‘I’m actually from here’, you tell them. ‘I was born and raised in Hawkins but we left after.. you know..in ‘86’.

They look at you knowingly, but there’s something else, resentment?

‘So you might know some of our patients then’ Brenda says, and she smiles.

‘I suppose I may recognize some of the names’ you agree. The topic is quickly changes back to sports. It can’t have been easy for the people who stayed in Hawkins after everything. Not everyone had the opportunity to pack up and leave.

In the afternoon Brenda shows you were the patient files are. 'Will you be OK to spend some time getting familiar with the files, I have a meeting this afternoon? She asks. With a shrug you tell her you’ll be fine. ‘

And tomorrow we’ll pick 5 other patients, so then you already know 10’.

'Yeah that’s great, thank you Brenda’, you smile at her. She leaves and your eyes move back to the files.

On the sides there are names, some familiar ones: Kline, L; Driscoll, M; Callahan, B. Some you don’t know. And then it’s there: Munson, W. Your heart skips a beat, could it be? There weren’t many Munsons anyway, so it must be. Wayne Munson, uncle Wayne.

‘Eddie.. ‘ Your voice a whisper. Your fingers move over the name on the file as your heart squeezes painfully.

You can still clearly see him before you. The first time you saw Eddie was at English. It was your first day of your senior year at Hawkins High. Eddie had strolled into the classroom and sat down in the back row. He had had to repeat his senior year and he looked bored as hell. With curiosity you had peered at this new boy. He was tall and slim and he looked so cool with his long curly big hair, band shirt and rings. When he looked at you, you had felt a vibrant blush rising to your cheeks. He had chuckled and mouthed ‘Hi’ at you.

Back then you had found life so hard, but thinking back you laugh at yourself. You didn’t even know what pain was. You had never experienced real pain at that age, you were just an angsty teenager trying to rebel against your parents. Life had actually been quite easy on you before then. But you did know loneliness and it made you crave for attention. Eddie had given you attention.

But Eddie had died, that much you knew. Dustin had told you Eddie was dead. So when your mom said you were leaving, you went with them. Too heartbroken and filled with guilt to put up a fight. You had tried to forget and go on with your life, and eventually you did.

But now you’re back.

You sigh deeply. Better get back to work. You lift a few files of the shelf and put them down on the table, Wayne’s file on the bottom. Better get some actual work done instead of reminiscing about those days. They were long gone and there’s no use ripping that wound back open. You open the top file and start reading. When you reach Mr Munson you try to be professional and read the file like any other patients’, shoving your feelings about the past in a neat little drawer in the back of your mind.

You manage to finish your shift without memories about you-know-who and drive the car home to your new apartment. You really don’t want to think about anything so you turn up the music really loud until your ears hurt. Corey Taylors scream and the drums and guitar block out all thought. The people you pass on the street all look up as you drive by, the music probably very audible outside of the car too. Hawkins is a small town and they don’t recognize your car, so you must be new. It’s easier for now if they think you are new.

You open your door and walk into your empty apartment. There’s a small kitchenette with a bar and some stools, a sitting room with a big couch and a tv and to the left a bed- and bathroom. Both rooms still have stacks of boxes and you really can’t be bothered to unpack. You heat two leftover pizza slices from yesterday in your oven and promise yourself to really go to the supermarket tomorrow after work. With the pizza and a bottle of coke you install yourself on the couch.

Heading back to Hawkins had seemed like a good idea after your breakup with Eric. You really didn’t know where else to go. You couldn’t stay in California, there was nothing for you there anymore. Your mom had died 2 years ago and you hadn’t really spoken to your father in over 5 years. Heartbroken, alone and desperate for a safe place you had thought of Hawkins. It was the only other place you had ever called home. So here you were, lonelier than you had ever felt in your life, in the very place you had fled from when you were 18.

It’s time to go to bed. You take a quick shower and slam a sleeping pill down. There’s no way you’re gonna spend the next few hours staring at the ceiling. Curling yourself up in your bed

you turn on some music to drown out your thoughts.

You’re walking through a forest of some kind. It’s a warm summer evening, the sun is going down turning everything a shade of orange. In front of you the threes are thinning out, you can see a lake. Lovers lake? A Chevy van is parked next to the water and from behind it walks Eddie. You walk up to him and he holds you in his arms. Eddie smells of cigarettes and cinnamon and some earthy smell you can’t quite place.

‘Hey baby girl’, he mutters in your hair, ‘I missed you’.

His hands are warm on your skin as he slips them under your shirt on your back. You tilt your head back and look up in his brown eyes.

‘I missed you too, Eddie’.

You touch his hair to move it behind his ear and rest your hand on his jaw. His lips are slightly parted as he looks at you intently. You stand up on your toes to reach for his lips, at first a gentle brush against his. He moves into your kiss with more force and your breath chokes. His lips are so soft and feel perfect on yours. You open your mouth a little and feel for his tongue. The kiss deepens and your hands are in his hair.

Eddie pushes you with your back against the van, his body pressed up against yours. The force pushes a soft moan from you. Now he’s kissing your neck and whispering in between kisses.

‘those sounds....you make.....turn me on...so much’.

It must be true because you can feel his erection through his jeans as he stands pressed against your body. You move your hands to push his leather jacket off his shoulders, onto the ground. Eddies hands are all over you, one hand holding your butt, the other moving over your back, your side, you breasts.

The kissing on your neck is making you so wet, you can feel the burning between your legs.

‘Eddie’ you pant.

He chuckles in your neck. You need to feel him on you. You move and pull him with you to the ground. There’s a blanket on the ground, it wasn’t there before but it’s there now. You lie down on your back and grab eddies shirt front to pull him over you. His face over yours, his chest pressed to yours, his body between your legs. His pupils are blown out, eyes dark and full of lust. He pulls your shirt off and now you want to feel his bare skin on yours so you do the same with his. He’s warm and heavy on you, moving his body against you, rubbing his crotch against yours.

Your kissing again, hungrier this time. It’s all tongue and teeth. Your hands in his hair and on his back and on his ass, you need to feel him. Eddie is squeezing your breasts through your bra. He breaks the kiss to unclasp the back and rip it off. He edges down a bit and kisses your breasts, first one, then the other. His tongue grazes your nipple, he takes it in his mouth and sucks it. Your head is in your neck, your breath quickening. He’s kissing you all over your breasts, down your belly, licking and kissing and it’s driving you mad.

You wake up in the dark with your hand already rubbing your pussy. Your eyes fly open. Shit, it was a dream. The disappointment flows through your body, but you’re also still horny. The wetness between your legs is prove of how real the dream had felt. You close your eyes to try and grasp some of that feeling back. Eddies lips on yours, his hands on your body. You put your hand down your panties and start circling your fingers over your clitoris. Eddie rocking his body against yours. His lovely smell and warmth. You imagine his hand is down there rubbing you while he kisses you, while he bites your neck. It doesn’t take long before you feel the heat rising up from your toes and you come undone. Eddies beautiful face etched in your mind.

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sincerelyrki · 1 month

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MINI SKIRT

↳ eleven : oh fuck

wc : 1759 [say the name?]

warnings : profanity. flirting.

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Your entire body cringed as the door to your apartment opened with an obnoxious creak, eyes closing in defeat as loud footsteps raced towards you.

“Where are you going?” Your mom was the most obvious person in the world, her challenging eyebrow-raising at you as she looked you up and down.

“I’m going to the store, we need more pecans!” You were quick to answer, nodding your head in approval as you silently gave yourself a pat on your back for not stammering.

Usually, your mom wouldn’t question your statement, your love for pecans being a known fact to your entire family. But that wasn’t the case right now, her doubtful mind coming up with her own ideas as she observed your outfit.

“Dressed like that?” You gasped in offence, your left hand coming up to rest on your chest as you stared at her with wide eyes. “What’s wrong with my outfit?” You both looked down at your clothes, you obviously saw nothing wrong with it and continued, “It’s so cute? It’s my favourite skirt too.”

Your mom tutted out loud, rolling her eyes at your innocent expression. “It is cute, but isn’t it too much for just the grocery store?” Relief replaced your blood as it flowed throughout your body, a breath leaving your lungs as your newfound self-doubt faded.

“Mom, I can never be overdressed. Who knows, maybe I’ll meet my soulmate.” You winked at her, a wide smile growing on your face as she giggled in response, nodding her head as she advanced towards you.

“I hope you do, I can’t stand Mrs. Shen always trying to set you up with her son.” She once again rolled her eyes, her delicate hands smoothing out your hair as she scowled at the remembrance of the constant proposals.

“My hair took so long to do, please don’t mess it up!” You whined, trying to hold down your smile as your mom clicked her tongue at you in a warning. “I’ll do what I want, I’m the mom here.”

You both shared one more parting smile before you left the apartment, head nodding at whatever your mom started shouting down the hall toward you. No matter how old you got, she never failed to remind you not to talk to strangers.

You walked with a small skip in your step, hair bouncing behind you as your feet travelled the familiar route. Your head nodded back and forth with the music blasting in your ears, your steps matching the beat.

After your parents' arrival, and a long conversation where you tried your best to convince them that you were, in fact, not imagining things, your mom convinced your dad to turn back on your card.

He was quick to listen to her, but of course, he only did so after making a deal with you. It wasn’t very hard for him to uphold his side, but it was nearly impossible for you.

Due to your busy schedule, which consisted of your classes and late nights spent in your fabric room, it was nearly impossible for you to get a job. You’ve had a few within the past few years, your high school years being filled with long shifts at your night job.

But ever since you’ve attended college, it seemed like an opportunity that was bound to fail. This is why when you agreed straight away, it came as a shock to both your parents.

Your father proposed that he would give you back all privileges of your card, as long as you got a job. He didn’t care what job, or which hours you worked, he didn’t care about anything other than the confirmation that you’d gotten a job.

In return, he’d allow you to choose your own career. Your entire life your parents tried keeping you out of the public’s eye, begging you to keep your face away from all social media outlets.

The students at your school were quick to learn about your association with them but you knew it’d never get further from there. The general public didn’t necessarily come searching for your parents' family, the boundaries being set from a very early age.

They disapproved of your dream from a young age, their desire to keep you safe overpowering any chance of support. Your love for fashion began before you could walk, your chubby hands grabbing whatever shiny thing was in your reach.

You’d spent hours locked in your room as you drew outfit after outfit, fingertips bleeding as the sharp needles poked you through the fabrics woven in your hands.

They knew of your dream long before you did, it was evident from the look in your eyes the second you saw your creations come to life with your creativity.

The spark in your eyes never faded, only brightening with age. Which explains the way your eyes glimmered as the Prada store came into view, pupils dilating as the sunlight reflected through the glass, the pretty purses barely viable.

As soon as you neared the door the headphones from on top of your head made its way around you neck, securing its spot.

The loud, but familiar, bell rang as you opened the door. The staff turned their heads towards you, expressionist lighting up as they recognized you. “Yn! I was surprised when you didn’t come yesterday, I was looking forward to seeing you.” One of the younger employees came running to you, a cute smile on his face.

“I can’t come every day, Sakuya” You teasingly scolded him, a fake pout replacing his smile as he glared at you. His anger didn’t last long as he seemed to remembered something, leaning onto his tippy toes as he mentioned for you to come closer.

“An idol is here!” He whispered excitedly in your ear, small giggles leaving his lips as he watched the way your jaw dropped. “Really?” You whispered back in the same volume, the amused boy in front of you nodding fast in response.

“He’s over by the glasses, he’s been standing there for like ten minutes! It’s like he’s waiting for someone?” You tried to look over the boy's shoulder, a loud sound of panic leaving his lips as he grabbed your shoulders to keep you still.

“Don’t look! What if he sees you and falls in love with you instead of the person he’s waiting to meet?” You laughed at his words, eyes softening as you gave his shoulder a small squeeze. “Then we fall in love!” You walked around him, ignoring the way he gasped at your shameless words.

“Wow, she really just…” The younger boy trailed off in shock, shaking his head as he realized that he should’ve known what you’d respond with. If someone made an article about confidence, Sakuya had no doubt that you’d be the cover.

Jake stood anxiously in front of the glasses, his eyes dancing between random pairs as his hope faded. He’d been here for about thirty minutes, arriving right after their afternoon practice in hopes of seeing you once again.

A quiet cough caused Jake to spin on his heels, his eyes meeting yours as he came face to face with you. “Hey, we seem to have a knack for meeting at the sunglasses, don’t we?” Jake stood silent as you initiated the conversation, your smooth voice melting into velvet as it reached his ears.

You bit your lip to contain yourself as you watched your affect reach Jake, his eyes once again stopping to stare at your skirt. You had purposely picked your favourite one, remembering the way he had reacted to a similar article at your last meeting.

Perhaps it was a bit delusional to assume you’d see him again. But it was a delusion that was proved right the second Sakuya mentioned an idol in their store, your plans falling right into place.

“Jake?” His head snapped up to yours, red blushing across the apples of his cheeks as he nimbly nodded at your words. “I think it’s fate that we met here again. You must know a lot about it, after all, you sing the song.” Jake gave you an amused smile as your words struck adoration deep in his heart, the knowledge of you knowing his music causing an unexpected reaction.

“I think it’s safe to say that I know it best” Jake felt his confidence rise as he saw the way you mirrored his behaviour, “after all, I came here at the same time as you. I must know something.” He held onto the final syllable for a few seconds as his flirtatious words played small violins in your ears, throwing your words back at you.

“I suppose you do, I wouldn’t want to meet anyone else but you.” Jake wasn’t the only one who knew how to flirt, though your experience has been much different than his.

“Oh really?” Jake mused, his shoulder pressing against the jacket rack as he leaned his body to the side, crossing his feet in front of him as his hands did the same at his chest.

“Mhm, even wore my prettiest skirt for you” You did a small courtesy, chest staying lowered as you looked up at him through your lashes. Jake grew shy at your words, his head turning away from yours as he glanced around the almost empty store.

“Really? I should’ve known, you truly do look stunning in it.” Jake stood up straight, his shoulders squaring as he looked down at you with a certain smile. “Let me buy you another to show my thanks”

“Your thanks?” You slyly quirked an eyebrow at him, lips gently gutting out as his words processed in your head.

Jake nodded, his hands tucking into his pockets as he began walking towards the bottom section, “to thank you for blessing me with the sight of the prettiest girl wearing the prettiest skirt.”

it was your cheeks that were now turning red, eyes staring at the taller man’s back as you followed him. Your heels quietly clicked against the ground as you neared him, hand brushing against his as you caught up. “Don’t I deserve more than a thank you? How about…” You trailed off, finger gently tapping against your lip as you pretended to think, “Your number?” you shamelessly smiled up at him, you awaited his response.

Maybe Sakyua was right, you truly did belong on the cover of the confidence magazine.

“I suppose you do deserve more, how about my number and a new skirt?”

“Deal”

a/n : we have an influencer coming into my work today, i’m lowkey nervous because we have no idea who she is. i don’t think i could even name one canadian influencer?? i work 8hrs today so hopefully she comes during my shift bcuz i’m nosy lol ANYWAYSSS, who’s smoother? jake or yn?

SYNOPSIS ⮕ You know Jake Sim and you love Prada, it was already a perfect combination. You just happened to always be in the same place as him, at the same time. And that place just happened to be the Prada store. It’s not your fault that your Prada collection expands as your interactions grow. Especially not considering that Jake couldn’t stop himself from fawning over you (and your mini skirts).

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i’ve never really Told my testimony before, because i’m not sure how much of one it is to even be called one?

but this my story / testimony(?), but vague enough for privacy:

I grew up in church, always dressed up and whatnot by my mom for Sunday school and our church’s biblical version of Boy/Girl Scouts. And being honest, I don’t remember much of these years ( Not for any bad reason I assure you!!! ), because I was young and had/have bad memory about the mundane parts of my childhood. I think that I believed in God? But maybe I only did because that’s what my family and friends all believed in, but I’ll never be sure.

When I moved states in 2016, I was probably cursing God because “How could He do this to me? To rip me from my friends and family so suddenly? (it was a period of a few months btw). I’ll never recover from this and will never forgive my parents >:(“ I lost all my friends and family in a matter of months, and was forced to make new friends at this prison-like middle school all alone, knowing absolutely no one and being so alone. This was probably when my depression started to make its way into my mind. I would like to mention in advance that I have been diagnosed with ADHD and General Anxiety Disorder since just before the Move.

I would say seventh grade is when I realized I was apart of the LGBTQ+ community, and this was a big realization. I wasn’t unaware of the community, my uncles were gay and they were married, so why would I have a problem with it? Then the Internet told me the whole “The Bible says its a Sin and its best not to associate with Christians as a queer” debacle (Not even going to talk about Westboro like dang). And that is probably when I started to question my faith.

I was listening to the anti-religious queer users online, and never looked at the Christian side of the argument, and yet I was trying to decide what I’d devote my time to. It ended up that I decided I was going to live for myself, not for others, and certainly not for God. The only reason I was still going to youth group, and church in general, at this point was because I had made a really close friend. That should be great, right? Except looking back, she only enabled and encouraged my turn to witchcraft in high school.

In high school, I was so deep into social media under the name Haelea because my name wasn’t “given to me with consent,” and I had started an altar and began my journey down witchcraft while simultaneously still going to church and hiding this massive secret of magick and queerness from my parents and family (big mistake obviously). I kept it going, and didn’t look back at what I Thought would (not actively Was) going to cause me pain when I would come out.

Then Covid hit. First round of quarantine was fine, because I had time to improve myself and improve my knowledge and craft, and I did some spells that ended up working (self-love spells due to insecurities). Summer was great too. Then fall came, and my mom’s Snapchat recommended my account to her. (I was NEVER allowed social media, and I never knew how to delete that snap account after one month of having it). She was pissed as all of everything. Came into my room (while watching TikTok mind you), asked for my phone, and left. I cried in my bathroom for however long it was, and thinking back I think it was my first anxiety attack.

As practically a digital citizen at that point, I was dying and crying without my phone and access to the internet. I was already years into s*icidal ideation, and for a moment I really truly considered it. Never had the guts nor balls to do it, even before this point. But in the state I lived in, it was entirely legal for parents to kick their kids out for being gay, and I was so terrified of being homeless that I started thinking of ways to get It done fast.

Skip some time, and part of the deal to get my phone back was by going to church, and being able to explain What was being preached during service. Essentially I was being quizzed on church. Eventually I had good behavior enough that I earned back my phone, only now it had a parental-controlled VPN and no internet access. I could call, text, or play mobile games that didn’t need wifi or internet. I was no longer netizen Haelea, I was just American Me.

Do I regret going behind my parents backs and lying for five years? Of course I do, but I felt most guilty because I didn’t follow one of the Ten Commandments of “Honor thy father and mother,” because now (still selfishly thinking), I would never “live long in the land the LORD your God is giving you” (Ex 20:12).

It took a while, but by junior year I started believing again, and I was repenting so much, but not for selfish reasons anymore. Briefly junior year, I joined my school’s color guard, and made a new family that I could discuss religion with, and I think that helped one person go deeper (maybe not, maybe it was the Spirit working) and it helped me go deeper. I was going to church because I wanted to now, not because my parents made me. I wanted to go so I could learn for myself. I would go so that I could experience the community we as Christians are called to live. I learned so much that year, and I am eternally grateful for the Spirit to move me so much towards returning to the church of our Lord. This one university, the Christian one i attend, kept advertising at my high school, and I decided to visit as many of their meetings as I could. Not necessarily to dedicate my college-life to this school, but to open my mind to more than public or state-run schools.

Then senior year is when it became hard again, but not in a non-believing or witchcraft way. It became hard from asking “Why? Why is this happening? Why are you making this difficult?” At this point, I had to start enrolling in universities so I could graduate. The school mentioned previously, I almost didn’t apply to. I almost solely applied to state universities because of their acceptance rates being more doable for my low-academic-mind. I almost went to my state school too, because that’s where my friends were going. Why would I want to start anew all alone again?

Anyways I’m at the Christian university after a split second “No. Let’s dedicate myself to a Christian education. They have multitudes of degrees anyways, so I’m not limited to Bible study or ministry work if that is not what I am being called to do. If I am, great. If not, I’m still here and dedicated.” Somehow this surprised my parents. I think they expected me to choose the school with my friends and cheaper tuition because I have familial financial insecurity even though they tried to make sure I never noticed. They still want me to have the “full college experience” and so I am in a dorm on campus. I have a Biblical study class taught by a Dr, and it has helped my faith grow steadier than before.

This was my story, and we are caught up to the present. This blog is to document my journey and the difficulties I have and will deal with in my faith in Christianity.

I do not judge, because I will be judged (Rev. 20:12).

I care because I am called to love and show compassion (1 Cor. 13:4-10) (John 11:41).

I believe because God is good, and there is no doubt to be had in His plan.

I will struggle, and I will fall, and I will stray from the path. But I have to try my darnedest to stay on path and to get back up and regain balance. If I do not try, then I will have don’t nothing with this life intended of worship that He has gifted to me. I will be unworthy of his love if I do not try to follow.

As of now, I stand in my faith, even if it is more of sand than stone that reaches my chest. Beneath the sand is the foundation, and I will wait for the sand to blow away to reveal the stone that which my life was built upon. I will stand as sturdy as I can.

Thank you for reading. May your day/afternoon/night be blessed, and I will pray as well as I can for you.

Sincerely, Me.

#christianity #christian faith #christian #religious journey #journey #religious #i’m going to try #i promise

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Hope this sees the light of day.

“Ya vamos” is what I can remember my mother yelling as we prepared to head to the mall. She would always drag one of us or all of us to accompany her. It was known in my family that my mom was always the flyest and also….a shopaholic. I can remember being bored out of my mind just wanting to either go to KB Toys, Toys-R-Us, or home while my mom was trying to get flee. When I think about those trips to Del Amo Mall or The Galleria, subconsciously I wonder if that was the catalyst of everything my life/hobbies/career has turned into.

In my family recording shows, wrestling ppvs, concerts, etc on VHS was a big thing. Some of those VHS tapes are burned into my brain because we would rewatch them over and over again. “The Computer Wore Menace Shoes" episode 6, season 12 of the Simpsons has a significant impact on me. I can remember being mesmerized by how much Homer was fiending over a pair of the ‘Assassins.’ Velcro straps, a water pump on the tongue, reflective side walls, and a retail price of $125 is something I can never forget. I can still remember Homer drooling over them as soon as Ned Flanders was rocking them shits. Thinking back on how my life has panned out, its funny to see where I’am in life because of fuckin’ sneakers.

The year was 2000, I was in 8th grade. A lot of family secrets were finally getting revealed to me. My father was not only cheating on my mom but had been since they first got married. Music by that time had already been consuming my life and shaping the youth I was. Nirvana - Nevermind really opened the door and my mind to so many new ideology, subcultures, & different types of music. Standards that I still hold true to this day. As much as it was opening things up for me personally it was also shutting me off completely from my family. That Seattle sound, style wise, started shaping me in a way you can still see to this day. If you know me I’m still rocking a flannel and some jeans but mixed with my love for Triple 5 Soul.

My mom would drive me to school and there were two stations that we’d listen to. Power 106 and KROQ. The first time I heard Deftones - Change (In The House of Flies) was on KROQ. The ambient sound, mixed with heavy guitars, piled with Chino Moreno’s vocals on top really struck a chord with me. I ended up recording it on cassette and played that shit until even my friends were annoyed with it. Then, the music video came out and it was over. I was completely obsessed with everything about them. I had a visual to go with the song I couldn’t get out of my head. I ended up recording the music video that played on MTV and ran that back a million times. As a Latino it was powering to see these guys playing in a heavy band on MTV. Another thing that I took notice from them was their style. Still to this day Chino Moreno is a big influence on me and my style. I wanted to dress exactly like him. I had to go buy Dickies jackets, pants, Adidas Campus, FUCT zip-up hoodie, & those belts that back in the day only gang members would wear(I’ve never worn another belt but those). I was entering a new chapter in my life and really started discovering the early DNA of the person I would become.

I had graduated high school and was already heavy into sneakers. The golden era of Nike SBs that I couldn’t afford and my parents wouldn’t buy for me. I lived vicariously through my homies who were fortunate enough to be able to afford them. Where I grew up the Filipino foos were ALWAYS the flyest. I basically held every Nike SB that goes for thousands of dollars now, in my hands when they came out. I ended up having a pretty good collection myself once I got my first job at Best Buy. I ended up selling it to my older brother for a crazy price that I still regret to this day. He actually still has them all which makes me happy. I signed up for Fullerton College, I went for about a semester. Granted I would skip class, smoke weed in the parking lot, and hang around the area. My store at the time was Active and that's where we’d go get fly and cop Nike SBs. One day walking around smoking a blunt I stumbled across this boutique sneaker store called Beatnik on S Harbor Blvd. First time I walked in they were bumping Big L featuring Fat Joe - The Enemy. It was something new and I could feel it in my bones. I knew I had found my spot. I can’t even begin to tell you what the guy working at the counter name was but he took a liking to me. We started talking about all the ill brands at the time and they carried most of them. This was 2006 so The Hundreds, Stussy, LRG, Crooks and Castles, etc. To someone who obsessively dives into shit, my life was changed. He introduced me to his boy that went to FCC too. This mfer was the flyest and literally had every Nike SB, Ice Cream, Bapesta, Bape Hoodie gear. He’d show up every day in some new shit. The classic every girl wanted him and every guy wanted to be him. Rumor has it he was cool with Pharrell. At the time Clipse and Pharrell had a choke hold on me. They had just put out ‘Mr. Me Too’ and I was anticipating Hell Hath No Fury. I remember going to the library to sign into Myspace so I can put that song as my profile song lol. Still to this day I reach to look as fly as Clipse and Pharrell. It’s funny because for a quick second I worked for PlayClothes that my dear friend Megan hooked me up with.

Sitting here writing this and looking around in my apartment in Washington Heights filled with sneakers, gear, action figures, & musical instruments all laid out in front of me. I’m looking at my Morrissey pillowcase, Boondocks DVDs, my record collection, Mitsuharu Misawa action figure, & Ralph Lauren bed sheets. All these things are an equation that when you add them all together, they equal me. Even years after discovering these things I’m still totally obsessed and in love with them. I’m glad I never stopped liking what I liked and being true to myself.

Sincerely,

Soul Burn Slow.

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Your Man

AN: For the purpose of this story, Jack is your biological son, and the adorable little boy cast as him doesn’t exist. This is a few hours late, but it’s here! Please leave a comment and let me know what you think.

Prompt: Your Man by Josh Turner (Personally I like it better when Chris Stapleton sings it)

Requested by: @originalsoulduck

This meeting could have been an email. That’s all Aaron can think as he sits there with other department heads and listens as the Chief of he-can’t-even-remember talks about cutting costs. It’s obvious this man has never been in the field. By the looks the other department heads are giving him, he’s dangerously close to going missing and never being found.

He feels his phone buzz in his pocket. He doesn’t even try to hide checking it. He’s praying for a case. Instead he gets a text from you. That’s even better. He has to use his hand to cover the smile that automatically comes onto his face. Because there you are and in your arms are your three year old twins: Jack and James. They’re giggling at something, squirming a little bit, based on how you have the camera positioned.

You follow it with a text, “Meetings today. Just us tonight.”

He clicks the phone back to sleep mode and tunes back into the presentation going on in front of him. At the halfway point, at lunch time, he and every other agent in the room try to make a break for it. An hour is just what they all need to keep from becoming the kind of people they hunt. Then the Chief of Nothing Important announces that the meeting is being catered. He makes it seem like a big deal. It isn’t. It’s a sandwich and some chips and a bottle of water. What’s even worse is the sandwich is soggy. And Aaron's feeling just petulant enough that he’s not going to eat it.

He takes a moment to check the other people in the room and from the frowns of disgust they’re just as mad. He goes ahead and looks at the man giving the presentation. He’s munching away with a content smile on his face. He picks out at least eight or ten things he could probably use to reduce the man to tears. And he’s really considering it, when his phone buzzes again.

It’s from you.

“The boys are with my sister. Which dress for tonight?”

A picture comes in a second later. The first is of a red dress he hasn’t seen before. He assumes it’s new. He can only imagine it on you. The second one is a green dress. He’s seen you in it several times, and it never fails to make him want to skip dinner. So, does he go with ole faithful or something new?

He glances back up. After the same boring crap as always from today? He has to go with something new. “Red.” He types it and hits send.

You come back seconds later, “Look at you stepping out of your comfort zone.”

He chuckles under his breath, and then his eyebrows shoot up when you send a picture of some amazing looking heels that he knows he hasn’t seen before. You’ve never been a big fan of heels. And with the twins being the terrors they are you need sneakers to keep up with them. You only wear heels for special occasions or when he asks very nicely.

“You have no idea how much I’m looking forward to tonight. Possibly this entire weekend.”

He raises an eyebrow at that, and types back, “Weekend?”

“My parents are taking them from my sister tomorrow and keeping them until Sunday. Start praying that you don’t get a case.”

After today, he better damn well not get a case. And if he does, he’s taking the weekend off. He hasn’t taken time off since he took paternity leave. He’s earned it. He goes ahead and eats the chips.

He makes it to the end of the day, and just as they’re getting ready to leave, the presenter asks for some more of their time - to give feedback. Aaron is done. He stands up, “I think we’re done now.”

There’s literal clapping as he stands up, buttons his suit jacket, and strides towards the door. The man, the little man actually steps into his way. “Agent Hotchner. . . I could really use your feedback. Everyone’s feedback.”

He’s done being nice. It is five minutes past when he should have left and this man doesn’t have any common sense. “Honest feedback is that you continuously repeat yourself. Everything you said today are things we learn in the field during our first year. You have just wasted a day of my life, and more than likely when I come in on Monday my desk will be overflowing with paperwork.

“I find this to be problematic because I have a wife and children at home. Actually, my children are staying with my in-laws. Which means my wife is at home, in a lovely red dress, and waiting for me. Now move.”

This time there are cheers as the man steps out of his way.

“I’m really surprised that any of you lasted that long.” He stops as the director comes down the hallway. He clenches his left hand and then releases it to offer it to his boss. “Director.”

“Agent Hotchner. I came to see if Agent John was still standing. I tried to cancel this meeting but legal said it was required. I’d offer you a drink for telling John where to shove it, but apparently you have plans.”

He smiles, “Yes sir.”

“Tell Mrs. Hotchner I say hello.”

“Yes sir.”

He makes a bee-line for his car. Traffic is horrible. He sits in traffic for nearly an hour. When he does finally get home there’s music playing. It makes him smile as 'Your Man' drifts through the air.

“Aaron?”

Your voice is magical to him after the day he’s had. He walks further into the apartment and into the bedroom. The bathroom door is closed. He tries the doorknob. It’s locked.

“Sweetheart?”

“Two minutes Aaron. It’ll be worth the wait.” Oh he knows it will. “I expect you to be dressed to the nines too.” He moves to the closet and pulls out his not often used pinstripe suit. He changes quickly, puts on the tie that he knows you love and he puts on his Rolex. He’s fixing his hair when you step out of the bathroom looking amazing.

You smile, and move to him. Using his tie you drag him down for a kiss. You nip his bottom lip as you pull back and wink at him, “Welcome home, Agent Hotchner.”

His breath catches as you let go and move to the bed. You pull out the heels you sent a picture of, “You mind helping me?”

“Gladly.”

He can’t help but smile as he helps you slip on the heels and fasten them. When they’re on he stands and then helps you stand. His hands settle on your hips while your arms snake around his neck.

He begins swaying you around to the music, and you laugh. And he can’t help but softly sing along, “I’ve been thinking about this all day long. Never felt a feeling quite this strong. I can’t believe how much it turns me on. Just to be your man.”

You throw your head back and laugh, before pulling back from him, “You are definitely my man, Aaron Hotchner, and I couldn’t be more grateful. As for the rest of the song, that comes after you’ve shown me off at our favorite restaurant." You shoot him another wink, and he thanks God for how lucky he is to be your man.

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Muggle things weren’t that complicated. If Potter could master them, then so could Draco. Refrigerators were a godsend and whoever invented the telly was a genius. He had figured out the function of a light bulb instantly, it was the electricity itself that he still hadn’t fully grasped. Where did it come from? How did it know when to work? Some things, however, didn’t make any sense no matter how many times it was explained to him.

The internet.

Draco didn’t understand where it began, where it was located or how it worked. All he knew was that he could ask questions to the phone Harry gave him and it would answer back. Sometimes the lady trapped in the phone would send him to the internet to provide information or other times to a little telly inside the phone too.

Which led him to his current predicament.

Harry sometimes used the internet to talk to Granger. There was a little camera on the computer. At least that’s what Harry said but hadn’t really ever showed him much more than that. Could he use it to talk to Harry?

Draco poked the little camera several times, trying to get it to work. He typed in the password that Harry wrote down hoping that would help. When he was met with a photo of the two of them, he tried not to be endeared. Potter would be such a sentimental sap.

“How does this work?” Draco muttered to himself as he stared at the little icons. He couldn’t remember the steps Harry had taken to talk to Granger. Would it even work if he had remembered? He didn’t want to talk to Granger, he wanted to talk to Harry.

“Internet show me Harry.”

Nothing happened.

Draco huffed. It had been a long shot anyway. Reluctantly, Draco pulled out his phone and hit the button that brought out the lady inside. “How do I call on the internet?”

She repeated his question to him as if that was going to help somehow before he was brought to a list of options.

“Skype.” Draco wrinkled his nose. That didn’t sound familiar. He set his phone down and opened the same icon on the computer that his phone had brought him to and typed in Skype.

The first thing that popped up was a little telly. Harry called them videos, but Draco liked that they were little tellies and didn’t care what Harry said. The little telly was boring and showed him too many steps to follow. What drew his attention were more little tellies that he could select from. Some were about Skype too, but others were about all kinds of things.

Make-up. Music. Food. Books. Sports.

There were too many to choose from. So he watched several different little tellies. A lot of them were boring and he ended up either leaving for another one or skipping to the good stuff. Some people weren’t the actors that they thought they were. Honestly, where was the charisma? The charm? He could do it much better.

Draco paused, thumb over the mouse as he thought about it.

He could do it better than most of the people in the little tellies. He had the charisma that they didn’t, he had the charm, the looks, the better smile. And his life was much more interesting than these people. Those with boring lives shouldn’t talk for an hour unless their aim was to put people to sleep. Oh, that was another thought. Were there little tellies to fall asleep? There were little tellies for everything. He rather liked the internet, even if it made no sense.

Draco watched a few more little tellies before he figured he knew enough to do it too. It wouldn’t let him make a little telly until he created an account, which he thought was kind of rude, but it was their rules. A lot of people didn’t use their real name, so he chose not to either. It took him longer than he wanted to find something that suited him.

Slytherin’s Heir.

Finding out that Harry and his idiot friends thought that he had been Slytherin’s Heir had been flattering. Oh, they hadn’t thought that, but they didn’t realize the kind of compliment it had been. What he wouldn’t have given to be Slytherin’s Heir. That kind of power and social status would have made him untouchable.

With his name chosen, it wanted a photo, but Draco didn’t have any photos of him on Harry’s computer. So he didn’t do anything, let the internet do a blank one. Draco’s foot tapped a few times as he realized his account was complete. Now all he had to do was make a little telly.

It took a few times to find the right succession of buttons to find the live option. He didn’t really understand what being live meant, but he did know that meant that he didn’t have to have a little telly already made, that he could create one right there.

“Is this on?” Draco asked, lips pursed as he poked the camera. “I’m not really sure if this is working. Honestly, I was trying to talk to Harry when I decided to make a little telly. Harry’s my boyfriend. Hi Harry.”

Draco waved at the camera with a small smile. He wished he could see Harry’s face.

“Harry’s actually mad at me right now. He’s an annoying prat who likes to think he’s right all the time.” Draco paused; one side of his face scrunched as the thought about what Harry’s reaction would be to his little telly.

“Maybe mad is an exaggeration,” Draco sighed, one hand pushing through his hair. He hadn’t slicked it back in a few days, too out of sorts to feel up to it. His hair fell into his eyes which was an annoying reminder of why he liked his hair slicked in the first place. “He’s more disappointed.”

Draco grimaced as he remembered the last time he had seen Harry.

“He loves me,” Draco whispered, hating that his cheeks were warm. “He says it all the time. At least he used to.”

A long-suffering sigh escaped as he slumped in the chair with wheels that Harry insisted on using even though Draco thought it was a safety concern.

“When I say all the time, I do mean all the time,” Draco grinned. “He didn’t hear that growing up at all and I think he says it so much because he’s trying to make up for lost time. I don’t mind. I like hearing it. Makes me melt a little bit to know that he loves me so much.”

Draco frowned, sitting up straighter.

“You better not tell him that though. That’s embarrassing.” He waved a finger at the camera in what he hoped was a threatening manner.

“I didn’t hear I love you growing up either. It was rare to hear my parents say anything even hinting at love. But the thing is, I’ve always known they loved me. I could see it in the things they did. When my father would show me a new spell or help me with my hand movements. My mother would bring home my favourite sweets whenever she went out. They would stay up later than was presentable with me and listen to the radio.”

The smile on his face was bittersweet. As much as he knew that his parents loved him, it would have been nice to hear it more than they did.

“I guess I picked up their habit,” Draco winced. “I tell Harry I love him… sometimes. I try to tell him more, but the words don’t come easy to me. My parents knew I loved them, and they certainly didn’t need me to say it. But I try to show Harry too!”

Draco’s hands had begun to move in the beginning but were now thrown in the air.

“I make sure whenever he’s on a case to keep his plants watered, even if the one Neville gave him has it out for me and tries to kill me. When he’s having a bad day I make sure his duvet smells like mint because I know he’s going to collapse on our bed and not move for longer than is healthy and for some reason mint is his favourite smell. I don’t really know how to cook that well but the lady in my phone helps me order from Harry’s favourite restaurant and I do that when he’s feeling sad and sometimes when he’s really happy too.”

Draco’s lips turned downward the longer he talked. It bothered him that Harry couldn’t see that he was loved.

“I’m not a people person but I willingly go with him on what he calls adventures around London. Adventure is accurate because wherever Harry goes, trouble follows. Last month we had to run from people with sticks on horses. Harry said they were the law, but I feel like if you were lawmen then you should dress better but that’s beside the point. Then there was this one time we got kicked out of a library. That was more my fault, but Harry was the one who didn’t tell me that the books didn’t talk or yell. Who wants to go to a library with silent books? That’s like going to a gallery where the paintings don’t talk. What’s the point?”

Muggles were weird, honestly. There were a lot of things they did that were smart, and he wished that Wizards would adopt too. But a large amount of what Muggles did was boring. They lived boring lives and he felt bad that they didn’t have Magic to spice it up.

“I try to show with actions how much he means to me, and I thought I was doing a good job at it, but I guess not.” His eyes closed as he remembered the hurt expression on Harrys’ face.

“He told me he wished I would tell him I loved him more. I told him there was no point. Which in hindsight, I’ll admit was a mistake. I don’t take it back, mind you. But I wish I had explained better before he left. I meant there was no point in saying it more if I could tell him through actions. Which I have been doing since I realized I loved him. I thought he knew. I thought he could see how much I love him.”

Draco swallowed around a lump in his throat. He wasn’t worried about their relationship, not really. Harry sometimes needed a few days to cool down when they argued. Only usually, it was anger that was the parting goodbye and not a heartbreaking sadness.

He looked back to the camera, hating that his eyes were wet.

“I love him, so much. I could talk about all the things he does for me that I love. Like the way he looks at me, the way he makes me feel loved and whole. The way he holds my hand too tight, like he thinks I’ll pull away. As if I ever would. Or the way I feel like I’m high on liquid luck whenever we’re together. But those are selfish to point out. I don’t want to talk about me when I bring up what I love about him. That’s conceited.

“I love the way he throws a fist in the air when he gets an answer on the telly right. I love his stupid hair that has to be sentient at this point, never lying flat. I love the softness in his eyes when he’s happy, the way they shine so brightly. Almost as bright as his smile. I love how kind he is. I know I give him shit for that, which I should, but there’s a goodness to him that isn’t common anymore, and I love that. I love how much he cares about other people.

“I love how hard he works—puts every ounce of himself into whatever he’s working on no matter how big or small. I love how smart he is, even if he doesn’t see it himself. He thinks of the world in ways that others don’t—a genius to him that fascinates me. I love how much he loves. He loves with everything that he has. He loves people in general. Wants to see the best in them, has a faith that never wavers. His friends are his family, his family is his world and the love he has for all of them is another extension of himself that is everlasting.”

Draco blinked through the wetness as he sniffled.

“I’m honoured to be part of that love. To know that he could care about me a fraction of what he feels for others is overwhelming. I know he loves me; Merlin knows that I do. How could I not? He doesn’t just say it, he shows it. And I just wish that he knew how much I loved him too. I know I don’t say it enough, and I try, I do, but I had hoped that he could see it. Maybe that’s my fault. Maybe I didn’t show it enough, maybe I didn’t try harder. Maybe I should have done more.”

Draco wiped at his cheeks hating that he let his emotions get the best of him. Especially on his first little telly!

“What hurts the most is that I don’t know how else I could have showed him,” Draco laughed bitterly. “I really don’t. I give so much of myself to Harry, perhaps that’s not healthy, but it’s true. I love him so bloody much and I hate that he doesn’t see that, that he doesn’t know. How could I not love him? Harry, how could you not know that I love you?

“I love you…”

Draco took a deep breath, wishing it wasn’t as shaky as it was as he twirled in the chair. That had to be the reason Muggles had such dangerous chairs, so they could twirl.

“My first little telly wasn’t supposed to go like this,” Draco smiled wryly as he placed his chin on his palm. “I was supposed to charm you all with my good looks and witty personality. And what did I do? Cry over my relationship issues. Like anyone wants to see that. Maybe I’ll tell you the story of how Harry and I fell in love next time. Or maybe the first time we met. Something happier than my tears. Pansy always said I’m an ugly crier—the jealous bitch—so no sad topics next time, I promise.”

Draco leaned forward; lips pursed as he tried to figure out how to turn it off.

“I’m not sure anyone is going to see this. Maybe that’s for the best. I just know I look like a cross between Doxy droppings and Weasley on a good day. I hope you all are having a better day than I am. I’m going to go as soon as I shut this off.”

Draco frowned, clicking a few buttons before he gave up and shut down the whole computer. The simplest solutions were for the best. He spun in the chair one more time facing the rest of their flat, wishing not for the first time that Harry hadn’t taken his happiness when he left.

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Watching his little telly back was a painful experience. His charm and charisma were there, but it didn’t look as polished as some of the other little tellies he had seen. He’d just have to keep trying.

Draco was about to start a new one when he noticed that there were a lot more numbers than there should have been at the bottom. It had been two days since he had made it, and he expected there to only be his replay.

Not the 819,543 that stared at him. And every passing minute the number grew by the tens of thousands.

Draco double checked that he was on his little telly and not someone else’s before he covered his mouth. Did that many people see him cry? Merlin, what did he do? While the thought was horrifying, what truly scared him was that there were comments.

There were comments.

Oh no.

Draco groaned, already blaming all of this on Harry. And the internet, the internet could take the blame too. With one eye closed, he scrolled down.

NamelessHope 1 day ago Anyone else find this endearing? He’s like an old grandma that doesn’t know how the internet works.

Sorrymum 5 hours ago He’s so cute. Why can’t you be single?

Michael the Sexual Taco 2 minutes ago His partner is trash. It’s so obvious he’s in love. How could Harry not see it?

Bleach 2 days ago First!!!

CubesAreTriangles 13 hours ago Go bottom go!

Potatoes for Life 7 hours ago Nooooo don’t cry! If you cry I’m going to cry

Draco squinted at the comments. Why were Muggles so fucking weird? And what did they mean bottom? Did people just assume things like that? He liked to fuck and be fucked, thank you very much.

Meaty Meat 10 minutes ago Y r u gay

Draco snorted. Okay, maybe Muggles were entertaining.

Casey J 1 day ago I can’t tell if you’re just ranting or want advise. If it’s the former, then ignore me. But maybe Harry does know you love him. I think it’s obvious that you do, so he must know that. Maybe he needs it said too.

Randy Rants 8 hours ago You need couples therapy not the internet

ParsleySnips 2 days ago I totally cried

Pearl’s Pearly Pearls 2 days ago I want to be loved like you love Harry.

SwiperNoSwiping 1 hour ago If you two don’t break up you should do another video with him.

Draco scowled. They weren’t going to break up. A touch of hesitancy filled him at the thought. It had been 6 days since he last saw Harry. Not their worst fight, and he would’ve tried to find Harry and talk to him if it had been completely silent. But Harry sent a Patronus every morning that nuzzled him awake. The Patronus didn’t speak a message but the love he could feel was a message all on its own.

Karla S 1 day ago Am I the only one who caught that he said spell? Is your father a devil worshiper?

Gigi’s my Daddy 2 days ago Little tellies. That’s so cute. That should be our fandom name when you blow up.

Gay4You 20 hours ago I’ve never been invested in someone else’s love life this much. If you and Harry don’t make up I’m going to riot.

Draco looked through several more comments before he pushed away from the computer. There were a few rude ones and a lot more supportive ones, but all of it made him nervous. He didn’t like that so many people knew about his feelings. It was his own fault for making the little telly, but he didn’t think anyone was going to see it!

Part of him was panicking. He could delete it, probably, if he asked the lady in his phone how. But did he want to? Draco bit his lip, unsure what to do. If he deleted it, all those people who saw it would still remember it, so he’d only be stopping new people from viewing it.

Before he could go over the pros and cons of either option, the front door slammed open, causing him to yelp and jump out of the chair.

Hands raised, Draco glared at Harry, who was staring at him intently, chest moving rapidly.

“What is wrong with you?” Draco sneered. “I nearly came out of my skin. If you’re trying to kill me, you almost succeeded. Merlin don’t do that a—”

Draco cut off when Harry marched toward him, eyes still intense. His mouth was still open, ready so say something, but nothing came out when warm hands cupped his cheeks.

“Draco, I’ve always known you loved me.”

Oh no.

He closed his eyes tightly. Harry watched his little telly. How? Why?

“Hey,” Harry whispered, thumbs moving in a gentle caress. “Look at me.”

Draco shook his head. He didn’t want to.

“I’m sorry.”

That had his eyes opening before they widened. “What?”

“We’re so different,” Harry began with a wry chuckle. “Everything about us is different. And for some reason I forgot that. I assumed that our love language was the same. But the beautiful thing about languages is how different they are. I expected yours to be the same as mine and I was wrong.”

“What do you mean?” Draco hated that his voice wavered.

“You’re right, I do say I love you a lot.”

“It’s not a bad thing,” Draco hurried to explain. “I didn’t mean it to sound—”

“I know,” Harry shushed him, a thumb placed over his bottom lip. “I say it because I don’t want you to forget that I love you.”

Draco shook his head, wanting to tell Harry that he could never forget. How could he? But he didn’t want to interrupt.

“When I was little, I didn’t just want to be loved by my relatives, I wanted to love them too. But they hated me, and the feeling was mutual. I wanted to love someone just as much as I wanted to be loved. And I guess I say it so much as a reminder to never forget that. I love you, Draco and I can’t help but say it over and over again.”

“I know,” Draco parroted as he pressed a kiss to the thumb still over his lip. “I love that you say it so much. I don’t want you to stop. Lately, you’ve been saying it less.”

Harry’s eyes closed briefly. “I’m sorry. You don’t always say it back and that hurts. I thought you didn’t want me to say it. I thought—”

“No,” Draco shook his head again, this time more violently. “Please no. I’m sorry. I want to say it more, and I promise I’ll try but please don’t stop saying it if I can’t.”

Harry shushed him again and if he wasn’t so close to crying, he’d probably have hexed Harry for treating him like a scared child.

“You do show me that you love me,” Harry said, eyes soft and full of the love that Draco wasn’t sure he could live without. “All the time and that’s your love language. You show me through actions, and I needed the reminder.”

“I want to give you the love you deserve,” Draco whispered, blinking rapidly, willing himself not to cry. “You deserve to hear it just as much as you give it. And I’m sorry I don’t do that.”

“I don’t need it,” Harry argued, eyes narrowed. “And don’t you dare presume to know what I deserve. I get to decide that, and I’ve already given you my heart. So it’s up to you to keep it safe.”

Draco inhaled sharply. Harry’s love was special. “I want to love you vocally too. I want to love you the way you love me.”

“The way you love me is exactly what I need.”

Draco’s nose wrinkled. “I feel like you’re settling.”

“Not your decision.”

“Harry—”

“Draco,” Harry began, flicking him in the forehead. “If you want to say it more, I won’t object. I’m just telling you that I don’t need it like I thought I did. We’re in love and it doesn’t matter how different we show it. The love is still there.”

“Okay,” Draco sniffled, wiping his nose on Harry’s shoulder when he was pulled into a strong embrace. After days of no contact, he basked in their combined warmth. A feeling he had missed more than he thought possible.

Draco turned his head, mouth near Harry’s ear as he whispered,

“I love you.”

If Harry held on tighter, and Draco felt a wetness on his neck, well that was no one else’s business.

~Fin

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Short Extra

“Hi little tellies!” Draco waved at their new camera, one that Harry now manned, taking in Draco’s new hobby in stride.

“I had planned an intro like all the rest of them do but that’s so boring. Over here we’re better than everyone else. So I said fuck it and tossed it away. Let’s just get to the good stuff. You’ll never guess what Harry did yesterday. It was so embarrassing.”

“Do you have to embarrass me to so many people?”

Draco grinned, nose scrunching at Harry’s glare. He knew his followers wanted to see Harry, but Harry didn’t want to be in the little tellies like that. Plus, Draco kind of liked that it was just him.

“What do you mean?” Draco blinked, adopting an innocent expression that had stopped working on Dobby when he was three. “I’m just telling my friends.”

“Yeah,” Harry snorted, eyes on the subscriber count that was rapidly increasing. “All 3 million of them.”

It still blew his mind that so many people wanted to hear him talk about his life. He had known from the beginning that he could pull it off. Had always known he had more charm than everyone else on the internet. His little tellies were clearly superior.

And to think it all stemmed from his love of Harry.

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