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Scream for Me | Halloween Headcanons for Scream Killers

pairings: stu macher x fem! reader, billy loomis x fem! reader, mickey altieri x fem! reader, jill roberts x gender neutral! reader, amber freeman x gender neutral! reader, quinn bailey x fem! reader, ethan landry x fem! reader

tw: slight smut (nothing too graphic but yeah it's mostly fade to black stuff), mentions of horror movies, kissing, alcohol, nothing much else? it's not that crazy honestly.

description: what do killers get up to during the spookiest time of the year? well spend time with their s/o's ofc.

a/n: part 1 in my halloween double feature project! i've been meaning to write for scream for agesss so hopefully i'll do that more now that i've actually taken a stab at it (you see what i did there). anyways these are just my personal preferences so if you want a specific killer or scream character that isn't in here you can request something cause my requests are currently open! hope you enjoy <3 and have a safe halloween!

STU MACHER:

You are obviously going to some type of Halloween party (maybe even hosting one??).

You spend the night cradled in Stu’s arms as horror movies play in the background and beer flows almost like it’s falling from the sky.

You had decided to do a couple’s costume that year. So Stu obviously chose Jack The Ripper and you went as one of his victims.

He had convinced you it would be sexy.

So you lay splayed on the couch in a corset and long flowy skirt with fake blood on your neck while Stu wore a flowy cotton shirt splattered with fake blood and tight pants.

It may not be totally period accurate but you guys looked hot.

Throughout the party you and Stu could barely keep your hands off each other, something that made the rest of your friend group groan.

The tension finally became irresistible when Stu did that particular thing with his tongue which had you pulling him quickly away from the couch and up to one of the unoccupied rooms.

Stu would later tell you that was one of the best Halloweens he’d ever had and you would readily agree.

BILLY LOOMIS:

You and Billy always went all out for Halloween - ever since you were kids.

Childhood best friends to lovers. Stu always teased you for being too tropey.

But you loved each other. Even when Billy started to pull away after his mother left his father.

That Halloween you knew you had to do something special, just to try and cheer him up.

Your plan started with watching a few horror movies before going over to Stu’s for the customary Halloween party.

You had decided to go as Hannibal Lecter and Clarice Starling, since you were both obsessed with the movie ever since you had sneaked into a showing when it first came out.

It was just the right level of insane and scary.

Your plan came to fruition during the middle of the party, when you swiftly pulled Billy away from your little group of friends and towards one of the bedrooms.

You may or may not have suggested an idea to spice up the bedroom - with some role play.

And well… let’s say that Stu had to push the volume of the music up so people wouldn’t hear the screams of pleasure coming from upstairs.

MICKEY ALTIERI:

You were both movie fanatics, which is actually how you two met - through the film studies class at Windsor College.

You had become fast friends and when October had rolled around you had spent nearly every day watching a horror movie in either your dorm or his.

He also liked to film you, he always teased you that you were his muse whenever he pulled out the movie camera just to capture your laughing face.

On Halloween night is when things actually changed between the two of you.

You had gone as one of your favorite characters from Pulp Fiction, Mia Wallace and Mickey was dressed up as Dale Cooper from Twin Peaks.

You had met up at one of the many frat parties that the campus hosted but had ended up leaving because even if insanity was reining on a night like this, having sweaty guys crowd in around you wasn’t your vision for a good Halloween.

So you had settled in on your bed since your roommate was busy making out with someone on your couch and put on the newest episode of X-Files.

However, instead of actually watching the tv show the two of you got into some weirdly deep conversation about aliens that definitely made you sound high on something.

That was when Mickey kissed you, before he pulled away quickly - blushing intensely that made you sort of glad that he had made the move you had been thinking about doing the whole length of the conversation.

You pulled him by the collar and kissed him deeply, leaving him slightly stunned before he relaxed in your hold and pulled away a few minutes later.

After confessing the fact that he had literally been in love with you since he met you, you basically pounced on him and the rest of the night was spent with Scully and Mulder in the background as you two kissed.

JILL ROBERTS:

Jill was definitely one of those people who didn’t really love Halloween, sure she loved watching horror movies and putting on a cute outfit but that was it.

So it basically took all of your persuasive ability to get her to come out with you, even if it was just for a walk to see all the decorated houses.

Jill pretended not to enjoy seeing all of the incredible decorations and the fall leaves but you caught her smiling and watching you with sparks in her eyes a few times.

Since she wasn’t all that big on Halloween you both wore pretty understated costumes.

You went as the moon - covered in all silver and glitter placed strategically on your face.

Jill went as the sun because let’s face it, she’s literally the sun in her day to day life.

After completing your autumn walk, you grabbed two hot chocolates from one of the coffee vendors at the town center before you both walked back to Jill’s place.

You spent the night watching some random tv shows and making out.

Even if you didn’t really do anything Halloween-related it ended up being one of the best nights you had ever had with your girlfriend.

AMBER FREEMAN:

STAB MARATHONNN

Tara had tried to drag you to one of the many Halloween parties that were happening that year but you knew you had to be around for your girlfriend’s yearly tradition - especially since it was the first year you had been officially dating.

You had gotten a bunch of snacks that you both loved and dressed up as your favorite characters from the franchise.

Amber obviously went as Ghostface.

You sat cuddled up on the couch right after getting to her house when school finished and watched each Stab movie, one after another.

Amber spent a lot of time explaining certain parts of the movie or added fun facts from the actual massacre.

Most of the time you couldn’t pay attention to what was going on in the movie but it was so worth it to hear Amber rave about random details.

You thought you were more than lucky to be able to have her as your girlfriend.

Obviously you only watched up until Stab 7.

DO NOT mention Stab 8 around Amber - you had learnt that the hard way.

The date night ended with you both having eaten all the snacks and slightly over exhausted.

But that didn’t stop you from kissing the life out of your girlfriend and having some definitely not PG-13 fun.

The mask was particularly attractive, okay?

QUINN BAILEY:

Being with Quinn meant that you had to live with constantly being surprised by her.

For Halloween you had decided that you would hit a few frat parties before going to an escape room (which was her suggestion surprisingly enough).

So you rocked up to the escape room place in your Harley Quinn (you) and Poison Ivy (Quinn) costumes and were led by a member of the staff towards one of the many rooms.

Since Quinn had picked everything out, you didn’t know what to expect.

You two ended up doing a noir version of an escape room, with dramatic music and every aspect in the room was bathed in black and white.

Even with being slightly tipsy (from pregaming vodka and the parties) and horny, you somehow made it successfully through the maze of rooms… with a lot of intermissions for fumbling in dark corners.

All Hallow’s Eve concluded with you carrying your escape room certificate back to Quinn’s apartment where you probably kept Tara and Sam up for the rest of the night.

ETHAN LANDRY:

The first time that you met Ethan was on Halloween night, even if the day fell on a weekday there were still parties raging in and around Blackmore.

Of course you had seen him around campus because you knew Chad from the random times he had asked you to tutor him in the mandatory chemistry course you both had to take but you never actually got to talk to him.

Decked out in your Carrie costume you were drinking cherry schnapps (not wanting to get too drunk) in one of the many corners that the frat house had.

Your friends were either busy dancing or were flirting incredibly badly since they were drinking wayyy more than you were.

You had been so focused on the red liquid in your cup that you didn’t realize that someone had joined you until you nearly jumped at the sight of a rather cute boy in a cardboard knight costume.

Ethan had stuttered out that this was a dare and that he was sorry to interrupt your night but you only laughed and stayed talking to him for basically the remainder of the party.

You were even able to crack his shy facade and get him to dance with you in the corner when your respective favorite songs came on.

Halloween night ended with a promise for more and a phone number after you gave him a soft kiss, tinged with cherry.

hehe those were fun to write - i'll definitely be doing more in the future.

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miracleonice87 · 9 months

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something in the way she moves

with Jack Hughes

for the summer fic exchange 2k23

a/n: I’ve been in my Taylor Swift and Jack Hughes era all summer, so what better way to write my exchange fic for @wyattjohnston than to combine those two subjects into one project for her? this one was originally inspired by “Question…?” and ended up tying together several Taylor songs all at once – check out the companion playlist for all of those and more songs that inspired the fic! also, shoutout to Brady and Emma’s wedding for providing the perfect backdrop for this story after I stalled out with ideas for the perfect present-day setting. lots of special guests appear in this one! finally, some people might hate the flashback format with all the jumping around, but I’ve been watching a lot of “The Summer I Turned Pretty” so you can thank the show for that! hope everyone enjoys… but especially @wyattjohnston. this one’s for you, my friend! endless thanks to you for putting on this wonderful exchange for us all, and for inviting me to be part of it. (and thanks to the lovely @laurenairay for the assist!)

tropes: whirlwind romance, exes to lovers, fluff, angst

warnings: swearing, alcohol, mention of breakup, arguing / conflict, sexual references but nothing graphic or detailed, quinn and luke and brady and matthew being pests, miles wood being a drunken hooligan lolol

word count: ~8,500+ (hey who knew I still knew how to write long fic)

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July 21, 2023 – present day – Brady and Emma Tkachuk’s wedding – Peapack-Gladstone, New Jersey…

“Can I ask you a question?”

Jack tucked his chin to his chest, busying himself with studying the pattern of the brick patio beneath his smart white sneakers. Whatever question Francesca had in mind, he was absolutely sure he was unprepared for it. But he nodded anyway.

Fran stared at his profile as he shuffled his feet beneath him, but as he lifted his head to look at her, she looked away, unable to meet his eyes as she forged ahead. Her gaze settled across the horizon instead, the moonlight casting a glow across the rolling green hills of Natirar.

She sighed, then bit the bullet. “Does it feel like everything’s just like… second best now?” she inquired listlessly.

Jack chuckled sadly, fiddling nervously with the neck of his amber beer bottle. Anybody who knew Jack knew he was never nervous. Except for where Fran was involved. She was the only person who had ever been able to do anything remotely resembling rattling him.

“What, after that meteor strike?” he asked sarcastically.

That’s what it felt like, at least – that night two years ago, when his team was out celebrating the end of their abysmal season before separating for the summer, the very same night her roommates had dragged her kicking and screaming from Fordham’s campus, across the Hudson, to see some indie band for one last hurrah before they went their own respective ways until fall semester, and Jack and Fran found themselves in the same crowded Hoboken bar. It felt like a meteor had crashed directly in his path that May night and blown up his entire life as he had known it.

He nodded wearily before answering his now ex-girlfriend’s, as well as his own rhetorical, question.

“Yeah, Fran. Yeah… it definitely does.”

Because second best was all that anything could have ever been, following the sensational rise and the staggering fall of Jack Hughes and Francesca DeLuca.

He’d never forget the very moment he first laid eyes on her…

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May 1, 2021 – two years earlier…

From Jack’s perch at the bar next to Nico, nursing a Moscow mule, the girl in the pale yellow halter dress was impossible to miss.

He’d never believed in love at first sight, but as he surveyed the way that dress hugged her curves as she danced with her girlfriends, belting out the lyrics to “Peaches” to Justin Bieber, he thought for the first time that he might be completely wrong about that notion. He watched her hips sway enticingly, her olive-toned skin glowing beneath the bright multicolored lights, dark curls bouncing along with her every step.

Before he knew it, his feet were taking steps of their own, ditching Nico mid-sentence as the young captain stood dumbfounded, arms flung out to his sides in annoyance as Jack sauntered away. As he watched Jack approach a circle of dancing young women, he zeroed in on the one in the yellow dress right away, knowing immediately that she was the reason for the abrupt end to his conversation with his teammate. As he saw Jack approach her, Nico could only smile and roll his eyes as he wandered off to find the rest of the Devils crew, assuming they’d lost #86 to the girl in the yellow dress for the rest of the evening.

Meanwhile, for once, Jack didn’t have a plan, no course of action – didn’t have a pick-up line prepared, didn’t have anything clever in mind to say when he reached the girl in the yellow dress. When he finally did, she had her back to him, and it was only thanks to her perceptive friend, who pressed her lips into a straight line and tapped the woman on the shoulder, pointing to where he stood, that she even turned around and noticed Jack over her shoulder.

And when she finally did lay eyes on him… well, she was as sunk as he was.

Nothing was said between the two for a few moments, only bashful smiles exchanged. The girl took a few steps toward him, and he eventually found the wherewithal to open his mouth, praying that whatever was about to tumble from his lips wouldn’t make him look like a complete idiot.

“Hi… I like your dress.”

Okay, could’ve been better, could’ve been worse.

The girl’s lips spread into a grin, one that made Jack’s stomach flip over itself.

“Thanks,” she said, glancing down to what she was wearing as if she herself had forgotten. Then her eyes scanned his outfit. “I, uh, I like yours, too.”

A giggle escaped Jack before he could stop it, and instead of making things awkward, it seemed to endear the girl to him further.

“Thanks,” he muttered. And then no other words came to mind.

Stupid, stupid, stupid, he berated himself. Say something else, you jackass.

Thankfully, the girl saved them both from complete and total disaster and rescued Jack from himself.

“I’m Francesca,” she said, raising her voice above the thumping music which seemed to get louder with every passing moment. “But everyone calls me Fran.”

Jack extended a hand for a gentlemanly shake, making Fran smile as she grasped it in hers.

“It’s nice to meet you, Fran,” he said, ducking his head close to her ear so that he, too, could be heard above the music… and maybe because it provided the perfect opportunity to be closer to her. “I’m Jack. And everyone calls me Jack.”

That earned a full-on chuckle from Fran which warmed Jack from the inside out. He watched her, grinning from ear to ear, amused by her amusement and encouraged by the fact that him introducing himself hadn’t seemed to spark any instances of the often inescapable “don’t I know you from somewhere?” or “you look so familiar” or, worse, “you play hockey, right?” He could be jinxing it, or she could just have a really impressive poker face, but it seemed that Fran truly had no earthly idea what he did for a living… and that delighted him to no end.

“It’s nice to meet you, too, Jack,” she replied, still allowing her hand to be enveloped by his. “Are you from around here?”

Jackpot.

He fidgeted with the cocktail glass in his hand, making the melting ice cubes clink against the side. “Ah, kind of a long story,” he admitted truthfully with a smirk.

She glanced at her wrist as if checking her watch, though there was no timepiece to be seen.

“Well, I’ve got time,” she retorted playfully. “Can I buy you a drink?”

Jack shook his head emphatically. “Absolutely not, but I’ll buy you one and tell you all about it,” he said, nodding in the direction of the bar. “After you.”

Fran eagerly took the lead, heading straight for the bar as he followed close behind. Once they reached the counter, she rested her elbows on its edge and waited patiently for the bartender to take the orders of the other patrons who had been waiting far longer than the two of them.

But as Jack sidled up to her, resting one arm dangerously, though comfortably, close to hers against the cool aluminum bartop, his chest pressed just close enough to her back to be noteworthy but not overbearing, she noticed that the bartender’s eyes flickered toward him immediately, an immediate smile crossing the woman’s face. Francesca was even more confused, and admittedly disheartened, when the bartender ditched the entire far side of the bar in favor of beelining it toward Jack.

“What can I get you, sweet cheeks?” the bartender said in a syrupy cadence, leaning over the counter as if to make sure Jack noticed her sizable chest on display in her black sports bra.

Blegh, Fran thought. Maybe this guy isn’t such a good idea…

Unfazed, he asked, “Hey, can I please get another vodka cran and then…” Jack motioned to Fran.

“Uh, Bud Light, please?” she ordered, repeating the same go-to drink she’d already had half a dozen of.

Jack pursed his lips to attempt to avoid a full-blown grin. He couldn’t help but love a girl who loved her beer.

The bartender nodded, knocking on the counter and turning toward the taps.

Fran tried to put the awkward encounter with the bartender to the back of her mind for the moment and turned 90 degrees so that she could face Jack more easily.

“So, you are or you aren’t from around here?” she asked, returning to the question that had led the two of them here originally.

Jack smiled, weighing his options. This question was always a complicated one to answer… but something about explaining it to Fran put him oddly at ease.

“So we, uh, we moved around a bit because my dad was a hockey player before he had kids, and then a coach for years while I was growing up,” he began.

“Oh, nice! I don’t know much about hockey,” she told him, shaking her head. “Big on playing sports but never big on watching them.”

Oh, my god, he thought to himself as he nodded, trying to seem casual. It’s like this girl was built in a lab just for me.

However, he didn’t know whether this next part would seem better or worse to a girl who wasn’t a sports fan. But it was his reality, so he decided to lay it bare.

“Gotcha, um… so, I… also play hockey.”

Francesca’s eyebrows shot up.

“Wow… really?”

Jack nodded again, then cleared his throat.

“Yeah, uh, that’s actually why I’m here tonight,” he explained. “All my teammates are here. Our season just ended and everybody’s about to separate for the summer, so we came out for one last night together for a while.”

It was Fran’s turn to nod as the bartender approached, and Jack thanked her and pushed a large bill across the counter. Fran busied herself with running her finger along the rim of her glass, pretending like she didn’t notice the generous denomination. Jack leaned an elbow against the counter to face her, in hopes of continuing the conversation.

“So… wait, you play for, what, the Rangers? Islanders?” she asked, pulling the names of the teams she vaguely recalled from the cobwebbed recesses of her brain.

Jack smacked a hand to his chest dramatically as if he’d just been shot.

“God, Fran,” he hissed, “you really know how to wound me.”

“What?!” she asked, sputtering with laughter. “I dunno! Are those the wrong team names?!”

Jack shook his head, entertained. “No, no,” he assured. “You were right – those are NHL teams, but I play for the Devils. They play just over in Newark.”

“Oh… right,” Fran said softly, biting her lip and tucking her chin to her chest, praying she somehow didn’t look as stupid as she felt.

Jack lowered his head to try and meet her eyes, squeezing her elbow gently. The simple touch alone sent a bolt of electricity through her being.

“Hey, don’t be embarrassed,” he said with an easy chuckle. “Trust me, it’s way better having to explain all this to you than having you come up and recite it all to me like some creepy walking encyclopedia.”

Francesca forced a tight smile, but still stared at her shoes. In a gutsy move, he reached his thumb and forefinger to grasp her chin and gently tilt her head upward.

“C’mon, lemme see that pretty face,” he said in a gravelly tone, one that made her spine shiver.

Just as she found herself leaning into his touch, she saw a tall, dark-haired, broad-shouldered man approaching Jack from behind, unsteady on his feet. She assumed that this was one of his teammates, as the taller man went to sling a noodly arm around Jack’s shoulders.

“Uh, look out-” Fran warned… but it was too late.

The man’s hand flung Jack’s glass clean out of his grip, sending its red liquid contents splashing all over Fran’s chest and stomach before hitting the floor, thankfully hitting a sopping wet rug beneath the bar, which was the only thing that kept it from shattering into a million pieces.

They both gasped in the process, and Jack instinctively grabbed her by the forearm.

“Oh, my god! Omigod, fuck, Fran, I-I’m so sorry,” he lamented. “Woody! Fuck!” he yelled to the drunken man who apologized apathetically, then disappeared into the crowd.

Fran blinked quickly, her mouth in a tight “o” as she set aside her beer. As a wincing Jack stupidly patted her torso with the flimsy cocktail napkin that had been handed to him with his drink, he took in her expression and felt sick to his stomach.

Well, there you have it, he thought to himself. No way she’s ever gonna see me again after this…

What he hadn’t accounted for, though, was that after the initial shock of wearing the cold drink faded, Fran would throw her head back in uproarious laughter, eyes screwed up tight in hilarity.

Jack let one nervous snicker escape him, and then another, and then another… and by the time thirty seconds had passed, the two of them were breathless in fits of giggles, Jack keeping a firm hand on the crook of Fran’s arm.

“Are you okay?” he managed to utter as they finally began to settle down.

She nodded, wiping tears of hysteria away with her wrist.

“Yes, I’m fine,” she promised, splaying a hand on her chest as she glanced down at the maroon stain on her yellow dress. “I’m just dying because this is my roommate’s dress and she made me swear not to spill anything on it,” she admitted, erupting with laughter all over again. “So much for that.”

Jack’s eyes glittered as he watched her chuckle. “Well, the blame lies squarely on me, so I’ll apologize to her for that one,” he told her, beaming. He cleared his throat before venturing forward. “Hey, my place isn’t far and I think I’ve got some club soda in the fridge… whad’ya say we-”

Before he could finish his thought, Fran picked up where Jack had left off before the drink had been spilled, pressing a hand assertively to his cheek and leaning forward to plant a firm kiss to his lips. Neither of them knew how much time had passed before she eventually pulled away, biting her bottom lip coyly.

“Is that a yes?” he asked, smoothing the back of his finger across her cheekbone. He watched a Cheshire grin spread across her now-swollen lips, and she offered an enthusiastic nod.

He trailed his fingertips down her bare arm, sending chills across her skin despite the heat and humidity of the bar, before he reached for her hand.

“Then let’s go.”

After a short cab ride brimming with stolen glances and squeezes of hands, the two were practically sprinting through his front door, Jack not bothering to even turn on the lights in favor of keeping his hands securely on Fran’s lower back, holding her desperately close as his lips danced across hers with simultaneous ease and desire.

Eventually, he carefully backed her into his kitchen and hoisted her onto the counter, feeling her quiver when the cool marble hit the backs of her thighs.

He smiled against her lips and said roughly, “I gotta get you that club soda.”

She shook her head without breaking away from his kiss.

“It can wait,” she whispered insistently. “Just get me outta this dress.”

Jack smirked, his fingers immediately following orders as they searched for the zipper in the middle of her back.

“Whatever you want, baby,” he retorted, finally pulling the zipper down, allowing him to tug the dress over her head. He offered it to her, one last chance to take care of the task they came here under the guise of doing – removing the maroon stain from the gauzy garment. Instead, she tossed it aside, watching as it floated to the tile floor before grasping Jack’s shoulders purposefully, leaning in to speak against the delicate skin of his ear.

“I want you,” she admitted, nipping at his earlobe.

And after he carried her to his bedroom, she had him, had her fill of him – just the way they both wanted, their union the perfect balance between urgent and reverent, as if they both already knew that whatever this was between the two of them was something meant to be cherished.

More than an hour later, after making the mutual decision that it was time for a snack and a little something else to drink in order to replenish their strength, Jack left her alone with her thoughts in the quiet of his bedroom as he made his way back to the kitchen, donning only a pair of sweats, smiling when he picked up the now-rumpled yellow dress and placed it in his spacious farmhouse-style sink. He secured the drain stopper and retrieved the club soda from the refrigerator, still smirking to himself as he poured the stain-fighting liquid over the fabric to ensure it was completely immersed.

As he turned back to the fridge on the hunt for a satisfactory snack, Jack saw Fran emerge from his bedroom wearing nothing but one of his white dress shirts and a clean pair of his boxers.

She grimaced, and he sensed her unease even from a few yards away.

“I’m sorry, I just kinda put on the first things I found in your closet,” she said, one eye squeezed shut as if it pained her to make the admission. “I hope that’s okay. I swear I don’t make it a habit to put on a guy’s clothes like I own the place, but I, uh… didn’t exactly have a dress to put back on,” she pointed out.

Still distracted by the sight of her in his clothes, he shook his head rapidly.

“No, no, of course… I’m taking care of that as we speak,” he assured, nodding his head in the direction of the sink. “And you can wear whatever you want of mine – I should’ve laid something out for you, but… this is perfect.” He took a few slow steps toward her, his hands coming to rest on her hips. “You look amazing,” he said, his voice deep once again.

Francesca bloomed under his praise, preened beneath his touch as he reached out to stroke her cheek, his thumb coming to rest on her plush lips.

“Thank you,” she whispered, pursing her lips to kiss the pad of his thumb.

It took every ounce of gentlemanly will in Jack not to throw her over his shoulder and haul her back into the bedroom again. Instead, he forced himself to take a step back and motion toward the adjacent living room.

“Go on and make yourself comfortable,” he urged as she glanced toward the expansive space. “I’ll grab us a couple things and be right over.”

Fran nodded and obliged, entering the inviting area and finding herself immediately drawn to the vintage Victrola on a shelf on the far side of the room.

Meanwhile, after coming up empty in the liquor cabinet and noticing that the refrigerator was fresh out of beer, Jack opened a crummy bottle of wine he was certain Ty had bought once for a date but had never been touched. He poured two glasses and set them on a sturdy wooden tray, then scrounged through the cupboards to find some crackers that weren’t stale to go along with the Gouda and sopressata he’d found in the fridge. Pleased that he accomplished his mission, he arranged all of the items on the tray and carried it into the living room. As he set it on the coffee table, he found Fran admiring the shelves displaying his substantial collection of vinyls. Upon hearing him approach, a glass of wine for her in hand, Fran turned his way.

“You have quite the record collection there, Mr. Tough Guy Hockey Jock,” she teased, brows raised as she gratefully accepted the glass. “And not just the trendy new stuff, the good stuff – Sinatra, the Beatles, Fleetwood Mac, Bowie, Pink Floyd. I’m impressed.”

Jack smirked. “Thanks – to be fair, I inherited a bunch of them from my parents and grandparents. They’d move and they’d always threaten to sell these on eBay but I wouldn’t let ‘em,” he explained. “Go ahead, put one on – anything.”

His request was easier said than done, and as he turned away to close the blinds throughout the room, chomping on cheese and crackers, she faced the impossible task of choosing one, eventually settling on James Taylor’s “Something in the Way She Moves.”

He smiled when he heard the first strains, and her eyes met his when she turned away from the record player after setting the needle.

“Great choice,” he praised, the two of them crossing the room toward one another as if at the mercy of some magnetic force.

“One of my mom’s favorites,” she explained, fingers toying with the hem of the dress shirt as the folksy melody swirled throughout the room.

There's something in the way she moves Or looks my way, or calls my name That seems to leave this troubled world behind…

When they were no more than a foot apart, Jack opened his palm and held it out toward her.

“Dance with me,” he less invited, more demanded, not that Fran minded. She instantly slipped her fingers into his and took a step nearer so that their chests were pressed impossibly close.

She in his shirt and boxers, he in a pair of sweats, neither of them in shoes, they twirled around his living room as if attending a royal ball, until an unmistakable scratch signaled the end of the record… but by then, Jack and Fran were already locked in each others’ embrace again, the only sounds in the room the panting breaths escaping their lips between fiery kisses.

They never did make it back to the bedroom that night, didn’t even ever find sleep where they stayed curled up together in the living room, talking and laughing through the wee hours. Instead, when the sun rose, their only hint that morning had already come, they were sitting on the hardwood floor, laughing with her feet in his lap like he was her closest friend and not some random boy she’d met at a bar mere hours before.

“How’d we end up on the floor anyway?” Jack said, rubbing at a kink in his neck as one hand stayed fixed on her ankles.

Fran lifted the empty bottle of wine next to where she lay, and his eyes reluctantly traveled away from her face and toward her hands.

“Your roommate’s cheap-ass screw-top rose, that’s how,” she retorted, reminding him of the bottle they’d shared after all the drinks they’d already indulged in at the bar.

“Mmm…” he hummed with lifted brows, both of them chuckling at the culprit as she set it back down on the hardwood. “So… coffee?” he inquired, desperate for this night – or, well, now morning – not to end. Desperate for Fran to stay here, with him, and never leave.

To his delight, she cocked her head against the throw pillow and offered him the warmest smile he’d ever seen.

“I’d love some,” she answered simply, realizing she’d be content to never see the outside world, anything beyond the walls of this Hoboken house, again.

They saw each other every day for the next year and a half after that, and starting with that very first one, Jack had painted all Fran’s nights a color she had searched for since.

And still, to this day, she couldn’t remember who she was before him.

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July 21, 2023 – present day…

“This day,” that is, being Brady and Emma Tkachuk’s wedding day. Which after the breakup, Fran had never anticipated being present for.

But then came the phone call in the dead of winter, just weeks after she’d ended it with Jack. She was still reeling, trying to push through the pain while focusing on excelling in her last semester of undergrad, but anyone who knew her could see that she was struggling, including mutual friends of hers and Jack’s. Which soon made its way back to Emma via Brady.

And when Fran saw Emma’s name on her screen that day as she studied for an exam, she smiled. She hadn’t talked to Emma since before the split, and despite knowing it was more than likely going to be a covert check-up call, Fran was happy to hear from the girl she’d become so close to in the last two years.

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February 18, 2023 – five months ago…

Fran tapped the “answer” button and lifted the phone to her ear.

“Hi, Em,” she said warmly.

“Hi! I miss you! Brady’s here, too,” Emma explained.

“Franny D!” he called over the speakerphone.

“Hey, B! I miss you guys, too,” she said sadly. “How are you guys?”

“We’re good!” Emma answered. “Neck-deep in wedding planning. I know it’s gonna be fun but it’s honestly kinda brutal.”

“Brutal, Franny,” Brady echoed dramatically. “It’s torture.”

Fran chuckled. “What, B, not enjoying picking out linen colors? Did you go with eggshell or warm white?”

“Couldn’t tell ya, Franny,” he replied. “If I had it my way, none of the tables would be covered and everybody’d just be playing beer pong on ‘em.”

Fran swore she could hear Emma’s eye roll. “You’re such a dude,” Fran complained.

“He’s not kidding about making that suggestion, either,” Emma said, feigning (or maybe not) weariness. “But, um, that’s not why we’re calling. First of all, we, uh… we just wanted to see how you were.”

Fran swallowed, staring out the window of her apartment, watching the snow swirl among the towering skyscrapers and across bustling streets. She’d been having trouble answering that question at all, let alone honestly. She reached to rub her palm up and down the length of her shin, suddenly feeling cold.

“I’m, um… I mean, I’ve been better, that’s for sure,” she told them. “I just… I really never thought this would happen, to be totally honest.” Her voice was quieter now, the familiar lump in her throat quivering.

Emma made a sound of understanding.

“Us either, Franny,” Brady gently concurred. “And I know you don’t wanna hear this right now, but I know Jacky didn’t think so either.”

Fran sighed, dropping her chin to her chest as her eyes fell to the azure crewneck with the maize Michigan logo emblazoned on the front, which Jack had left behind once after a trip to visit Luke. She had never returned it, and he eventually noticed it in the background of a FaceTime call while he was on a road trip and told her to keep it because he was certain it looked better on her anyway. And now it hurt to look at it, and it hurt to wear it, and it hurt to not wear it, so she went with wearing it, because even though she’d been the only one to don it for a year, she swore it still smelled like him. Unconsciously, she closed her eyes and breathed deep.

“I know,” she said softly.

“We didn’t wanna make you sad, Fran, but the other reason we were calling is just to say that we’d really like to invite you to the wedding in July-”

Brady interrupted his fiancee. “No, we are inviting you to the wedding, no question,” he said firmly. “But we just want you to know that it’s completely up to you whether you wanna come.”

“Yes,” Emma jumped in again. “We would absolutely love to have you there, because you mean so much to both of us, but we totally get it if it’s too much. Quinn’s in the wedding and we’re inviting their whole family, so… obviously Jack will be there.”

Her eyes fluttered open and she cleared her throat. “Y-yeah, of course, as he should be,” Fran managed. “I really appreciate the invitation, you guys. Seriously, it means so much to me. I’ll check the dates on my calendar, but I’d really love to come-”

Before she could even finish her thought, she heard a loud clap and a “FUCK YEAH!” from Brady, and she couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re the best, Franny D,” he said. “And I’ll promise Quinny’ll keep Jacky on his best behavior.”

“Plus Ellen’ll be there, so you know he’s not getting away with shit,” Emma offered.

“You guys are too much,” Fran said affectionately. “It’s your day – I don’t need you worrying about me and J.” She felt a stab in her heart at her own use of the retired pet name, one that was once used so frequently and so fondly but was now avoided like a plague. She swallowed that lump in her throat again. “We’ll be fine.”

“We know you will,” Brady said softly. “Well, listen, we’ll let you go but, uh… thanks, Franny. I really hope you can make it.”

“Yes, we really do!” Emma reiterated. “We love you, Fran. Talk soon.”

“I love you guys, too,” she told them. “Thanks for calling.”

And Brady must not have been able to keep the news to himself, because within a few hours of agreeing to attend the Tkachuk wedding, her phone had buzzed four more times with text messages from four members of the Hughes clan:

Lukey: yooo B just told me you’re coming to the wedding!!! hell yes, sista 👊 see you soon

Quinny: Franny D, super happy to hear you’re coming to B’s wedding. we love ya, no matter what. can’t wait to see ya

Ellen: Hi, my sweet girl 💖 Chantal just told me that you’re planning to come to Brady and Emma’s wedding. I’m so happy to hear it! I’m counting down the days until I see you. Love always 💋

Jim: Hey Franny! Can’t wait to see you at the Tkachuk wedding this summer. Really glad you’re planning to go. ❤️

The only member of the family that her phone didn’t sound with a message from that night?

Jack.

The one that it hurt the most not to hear from.

She set her phone aside that night and swallowed, hard, pulling her legs to her chest and resting her forehead on her knees. Preparing to see Jack in person for the first time in months was going to be impossible enough, but seeing his entire family… that just might be enough to break her.

Because she’d never fallen out of love with them, either.

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July 21, 2023 – present day…

And today, after a heartbreakingly long hug with Ellen before the ceremony, and affectionate but melancholy greetings from Jim and Luke, here Fran stood in the midst of Brady’s reception, in front of the middle Hughes son who never did text her leading up to this moment. When he’d seen her approach his family’s seats a few minutes before today’s ceremony, he had only just stood up from his chair at the far end of their row to try and make his way toward her when the processional music started, leaving both of them frozen in place, staring helplessly at one another. She’d mouthed sorry, and he’d nodded and mouthed we’ll talk, as his family sat still between them, awkwardly trying to avoid making eye contact with the estranged couple lest they make the moment even more painful for them than it already was.

When Fran turned to find the nearest single seat, she could feel the tingling heat creeping up her neck, and it wasn’t from the summer sun. She’d spent months agonizing over what she would say to Jack when she finally saw him again, and she still couldn’t believe that the first thing she’d spoken aloud after they’d found each other on the deck for a quiet moment alone was “can I ask you a question?” But how else was she supposed to begin the conversation, anyway?

And at least he’d agreed – conceded that nothing had yet felt as good as the two of them had. For the past six months, she’d been terrified that nothing ever would, and she had to admit, it felt good to know that he seemed to share that same belief.

It felt good and it felt awful all at the same time.

Fran sighed, lifting her gaze to the shimmering stars far above their heads.

“Why are we doing this?” she whispered, half to herself and half to him.

Jack gave her a quizzical look; she was all over the place right now… not that he didn’t feel completely undone and frazzled himself.

“What? Talking? I dunno, Fran, I can go back inside, but I wasn’t just gonna sit in there all night and ignore y-”

Fran stopped him, shaking her head. “No, that’s not what I mean,” she said, a noticeable exhaustion in her tone, one that Jack recognized in his own voice often these days. “I just mean… this hurts so bad, J. And it doesn’t have to – didn’t have to. We were so good together… why did-”

“Because you said it was too much, Fran,” Jack accused, sharply though accurately, remembering how the pressure of being in a serious relationship with one of North America’s most heralded professional athletes at such a young age had often left her curled up in a ball in the corner, something that at 20 and then 21 years old, he had found himself completely unprepared to handle.

“And I made the wrong choice!” Fran admitted, her voice rising an octave by the end of the sentence as her emotions took over. “At least I can admit it. Can you? I mean, you’re the one who left my house in the middle of the night, without even trying to put up a fight. Can you admit that you were in the wrong, too?”

Yeah, I can, he immediately thought to himself, though he couldn’t quite bring himself to say it.

Instead his mind flashed to the very moment in time where he knew he had indeed made the wrong choice.

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April 3, 2023 – three months earlier…

Jack was trying his hardest to pay attention to his date. He truly was.

In a well-meaning but doomed-from-the-start attempt to help him get over Fran, one of the team WAGs had set him up with her college roommate who had recently moved to the city. So here he was at dinner following a Broadway show he’d never even heard of before, which he had bought tickets to specifically because he knew he wouldn’t have to speak to the girl for at least a couple of hours but would still come away looking like the hero for dropping money on expensive tickets for date number one.

What he hadn’t accounted for, when she had unsurprisingly suggested that they grab a bite to eat after the show at Sugarfish on 56th and Broadway, was that he’d spot, through the front window, Francesca walking down the sidewalk hand-in-hand with some guy, laughing with him as he told what were no doubt painfully lame attempts at jokes to try and impress her.

Jack’s blood ran cold, his jaw muscles flexing as he clenched his teeth together, his date still rambling on about her so-called career as a “business owner.” (See also: owner of an Instagram account where she posted regular thirst traps and tagged the brands she wore, unprompted. See also: a quasi-influencer. See also: a Kardashian wanna-be.) Which provided him the perfect opportunity to get lost in his own spiraling thoughts.

Granted, this restaurant wasn't that far from Fran’s apartment on 52nd, a fact which Jack was painfully aware of throughout the entirety of the show and the meal. But goddamn it… this city was filled with eight million people besides her and that dickhead guy, but they just happened to be the two who caught his gaze.

Which maybe wouldn’t have bothered Jack so much if it didn’t look like Fran was actually enjoying the guy’s company.

He slouched in his chair and spoke as few words as possible for the rest of the meal, and when it had finally, mercifully, ended, he called her an Uber, waited until she had gotten picked up, sulked to his car, and deleted her number.

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July 21, 2023 – present day…

“Well? Can you?” Fran repeated, losing patience as she wondered where his mind had just wandered off to.

“Yeah, I can,” Jack said simply, deciding to lay all his cards on the table at the recall of the recent memory.

Fran’s head snapped toward him. Being that he was by far the most stubborn person she had ever known, she hadn’t expected him to fess up to that. Her mouth opened as she thought of what to say next, then closed it when nothing came to mind quickly enough.

“I can tell you exactly when I realized it, too,” Jack said with a smile devoid of humor, licking his lips – the very same lips she used to call home. “I saw you with some guy walking down 56th a few months ago. And it felt… fuck, it just felt like I was out of time.”

Francesca blinked repeatedly, confusion etched on her features. Though she knew who she would have been with that night, she didn’t even remember the exact instance he was referring to, so it obviously hadn’t left all that much of an impression upon her. But that’s not the information she wanted to inquire about.

“W-what do you mean, ‘out of time’?” she asked, her volume much lower now.

Jack met her with sad eyes, pursing his lips. He shrugged a shoulder.

“I dunno, I guess… I guess I was holding out hope that somehow, we’d work it out,” he replied, his voice suddenly sounding hoarse. “I just always thought it would be us in the end. But seeing you with someone new, I… I just lost that hope.”

Tears pricked at the backs of Fran’s eyelids and she looked away, swiping at her eyes with the side of her hand.

“There’s never been anyone else… I mean, not… not really,” she was suddenly saying, caught off guard that she was opening up so much. “That was the closest I got, but it was only for a few weeks, and he ended it because he said I was being distant. And he was right. I just, I wasn’t in it. Not at all.”

Jack watched her the entire time she spoke, then nodded slowly. He understood that feeling all too well.

“I get it,” he said softly. “Trust me.”

As the two of them let their respective admissions hang between them in the thick summer air, falling into a contemplative silence, unbeknownst to them, a tipsy Luke had made his way back to the open bar at the edge of the dancefloor, which was situated just inside the tall French doors leading to the venue’s back patio where his brother and Fran stood alone as the party raged on. Luke’s eyes never left the acrimonious pair as he ordered himself not one, but two more gin and tonics, then darted, drinks in hand, across the room to where his parents and Quinn sat at a table chatting.

“Luke Warren Hughes, you’d better slow down on the double fisting,” Ellen warned in her best mom voice.

Luke waved her off. “Yeah, whatever – guys, listen to me, this is important,” he urged, out of breath. “Jacky and Franny are outside by themselves talking.”

“What?!” Quinn exclaimed, jumping up from his chair so quickly and so forcefully that it would have tipped over if not for Jim’s quick reflexes, as he shook his head in disapproval. As he watched his eldest son jog to the same door Luke had just been standing near to peer through the panels for himself, Jim scoffed.

“You guys need to give them their privacy – they’ve been through enough,” he stated firmly.

“Yes, and you wouldn’t like it if your brothers were spying on you and a girl,” Ellen pointed out.

Luke swallowed a gulp of his cocktail and beamed.

“Yeah, but… it’s not just some girl. It’s Jack and Fran,” he declared, shaking his head in excited disbelief before following after his brother.

Having lost both their sons to espionage, Ellen and Jim’s eyes met, and they shared a knowing, hopeful smirk.

“It is Jack and Fran,” Jim repeated in a voice near a whisper, tipping the rim of his beer bottle toward his wife, who clinked it with her champagne glass.

“Cheers to that… no matter what happens,” she said softly.

Back outside, ignorant to the fact that they were being carefully watched, Jack was surprised when Fran breathed a laugh through her nose, finally breaking the silence. Her cheeks warmed at the memory replaying in her mind.

“Remember that first night we spent together, at your place in Hoboken? What we did after Miles made you spill that drink on me?” she asked, unaware that he had played those sacred scenes over in his mind hundreds if not thousands of times in the past two years just as she had, particularly when they were each alone in their beds in the dead of night.

“Of course I do,” he replied quietly. “It’s kinda… all I ever do. Well, that night and… a-and lots of other nights after that.” He caught her stare and somberly confessed, “I feel you no matter what.”

Fran took a few daring steps closer, her hand brushing his. She leaned in so close that her lips nearly grazed the shell of his ear.

“Do you wish you could still touch me, Jack?” she whispered, and the hair on the back of his neck stood on its end.

He slowly exhaled through pursed lips, trying and failing to steady his now-racing pulse.

“Every fuckin’ day, Fran,” he said with little hesitation, turning his head so that their noses were mere centimeters from each other.

“Is it too late to do something about it?” she asked, her eyes locked with his.

“With us?” he let out a singular chuckle. “It’s never too late with us, Fran.”

She smiled so wide it made her cheeks ache, and she ran a hand down the lapel of his jacket.

“Good, because you look really fuckin’ handsome, and I’ve been wanting to tell you that all night,” she said, her voice low and sultry.

He hummed appreciatively and nuzzled his nose against her temple.

“Funny you say that, because I’ve been wanting to tell you all night that I, uh… I like your dress,” he whispered, recycling the very first compliment he ever bestowed upon her before pressing a kiss to the skin just in front of her ear as she giggled, but the laughter died on her lips as Jack kissed a line from her ear, across her cheekbone, to the tip of her nose, to the corner of her mouth, and finally, to her eager lips, which matched the fervor and neediness of his own. It was as though the pain of the past six months melted away as they each attempted to demonstrate how deeply and passionately they had missed the other, hands in hair, chests flush, soft moans being captured by the other’s mouth…

But it wouldn’t be an important moment in Jack and Fran’s story if there weren’t loved ones meddling nearby.

Now it wasn’t only Luke and Quinn at the doors watching the marvelous scene unfold, but it was Matthew, and Ellie, and Taryn, and Robbie, and all the Fitzgerald kids, and Brady, and Emma. Someone pushed open one of the doors, flooding the patio with a cacophony of cheers and jeers from those closest to them.

“Get a room!” “Finally!” “Jack, this is a family wedding!” “Hand check!” “Oww owwww!”

God… embarrassing.

Reluctantly pulling away from the kiss, Jack growled, resting his forehead against Fran’s as she giggled nervously, before whipping his head toward their audience.

“Don’t you all have a wedding to get back to?” His head swiveled to Brady and Emma. “Especially you two?”

Brady shrugged. “Hey, we already had our kiss, man. You go ‘head,” he encouraged.

Emma giggled, one hand wrapped around her groom’s bicep as she swatted nonchalantly toward Jack and Fran with the other.

“Yeah, carry on. Don’t mind us!” she sang.

Jack rolled his eyes, but all inhibition and worry faded away as Fran grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down to meet her lips once more, feeling his frown literally turn upside down into a smirk as he sunk into her, hand finding a familiar home low on her back, dangerously close to the curve of her ass.

And at that, the crowd they’d drawn erupted into a fit of laughter and applause, Quinn and Luke in the middle of it all, pumping their fists simultaneously before clapping their palms together and leaning in for a hug.

They got their sister back.

“What are you kids doin’ over here?” came a booming voice from the back of the group. Jack and Fran watched as the seas parted and Keith Tkachuk made his way to the door, following his younger son’s pointed index finger to find the reunited couple embracing on the patio. His eyebrows shot to the top of his forehead.

“Well, can’t say I didn’t see this one coming!” he bellowed, a jolly twinkle in his eye. “Now, you boneheads have had your fun,” he addressed the group. “Leave these two to have their own.” With a wink, he turned away, and their crowd of clamoring cheerleaders dispersed, whispering animatedly among themselves.

Jack exhaled swiftly and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Shoutout Big Walt,” he declared, clearing his throat.

Fran nodded, snickering, and pulled him in by the waist.

“Gotta love ‘em, though, hmm?” she mused, nuzzling her nose against his.

“Mmm, yeah, whatever,” Jack dismissed, a tenacious hand on her cheek as he leaned down to press his lips to hers once again. “Now, where were we?” he teased in a whisper as she smiled against his mouth, her hands traveling beneath his suit jacket, across the familiar expanse of his sculpted back. His hands found their original target and slipped down the small of her back, finally reaching the arc of her rear.

“Mmmm… hello, old friend,” Jack murmured in her ear, earning him a playful smack to the hip.

“Shut up,” she sassed him, but she didn’t mean it, and they both knew it. He fixed his lips to hers over and over again, and though the party roared on inside, mere yards away, it was as if Jack and Fran were the only two people on the face of the earth, their bodies fusing together as if they had always been intended to be one.

It was always like that for the two of them.

Nothing could have pulled them from that moment… except the first strains of “Something in the Way She Moves” by James Taylor echoing from the speakers inside.

The pair froze. She pulled away to hold him at arm’s length, in utter disbelief.

Jack ogled at Fran, the pure longing in his eyes mirrored in hers. His siblings and friends were meddlers, sure… but had they been so thoughtful as to remember that this was their song — had been since that very first night? Or was it simply fate?

Either way, Jack could do nothing but extend his upturned palm toward her.

“Dance with me?” he asked softly.

Suddenly self-conscious, she smoothed a hand through her curls, then swiped at the damp corners of her eyes.

“God, Jack, I’m a mess,” she said with a halfhearted chuckle. “I don’t think I can go back in there right now.”

Jack shrugged. “So what?” he asked, taking hold of her hand and pulling her in, his other arm winding around her. “We’ll dance right here.”

She rested her free hand on his chest, melting at the sweet sentiment. Then, she relaxed into him, tucking her head into his neck where it fit perfectly — always had.

He pressed a kiss to her temple, then rested his cheek atop her head as the song carried on...

There's something in the way she moves Or looks my way, or calls my name That seems to leave this troubled world behind If I'm feeling down and blue Or troubled by some foolish game She always seems to make me change my mind And I feel fine anytime she's around me now She's around me now Almost all the time And if I'm well you can tell she's been with me now She's been with me now quite a long, long time And I feel fine…

Jack’s heart soared, his joy permanently etched on his face, as he swayed side to side with Francesca in his arms. In his wildest dreams, he could have never hoped to have her here with him again like this.

He glanced down at the girl he’d loved since the first time he’d laid eyes on her, saw her eyes fluttered closed in blissful contentment, and brushed his lips across her brow as he whispered, “Fran, you know for me, it’s always you, right?”

He watched the corners of her mouth pull upward even further, and she tipped her face up to meet his.

“I hoped so,” she admitted roguishly. “Because for me, it’s always you, too.”

#the summer fic exchange 2k23 #my writing #jack hughes #jack hughes fic #jack hughes fanfic #jack hughes fanfiction

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busycloudy · 8 months

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OMGGG HAPPY ONE HUNFRED FOLLOWERS!??!?!?!?!!!!

Sooo, for your event... I'm feeling in a devious mood at the moment,, and i have decided... to do some tomfoolery >:D *evil laughter noises*

I have begun to start a collection of silly ideas, and it is a little series between us!! To start it off, would you be willing to do Savannaclaw with a feline! mc? <3

Also, here's a flower to congratulate your journey! 🌺

Ty for the flower! And yeah,100 followers! Hard to believe am I right!? Hope you enjoy this lil' thing!

I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER BTW PLEASE FORGIVE ME I HAD 0 INSPO(doesn't even seem like it's part if my 100 follower event now lol)

Savannaclaw With a Feline!MC

• TW: None

• Fluff + crack fanfic per usual

• MC is gender neutral

• Enjoy!

Leona Kingscholar

Your independence is so aggravating to him(affectionately<3). Like, just let him help?!?! One time you got in a fight with some other Savannaclaw students, and he INSISTED on helping, but you refused and fought them by yourself. He had to take you to the infirmary that day, but the students were much more injured. You like cuddles? that's purr-fect(I'm so funny)because he LOVES having you as his pillow! Sometimes you'll just see him in the botanical garden and nap with him. Or if you see him in the hallways you'll just wrap your arms around him. He teases you for being so clingy, but he loves this so much. ALSO he sometimes scratches behind your ear because your purring is so adorable and he needs to hear it at least once.

Ruggie Bucchi

If you wanna be independent, you do you boo, now if it's something that you so obviously need help with but don't wanna admit it, he might help you. I feel like he's also a cuddly person(don't know why🤷‍♀️), so when you hug him after a long day a smile is instantly put on his face. When you try to pepper his face with kisses, he might just cup your face and give you a kiss on the lips instead. When you're walking around in the hallway and hear something fall near you, it's probably him. This man has tripped over your tail so much, and although most of the time it's on accident, sometimes you do it on purpose just to catch him and see him flustered.

Jack Howl

He does not CARE how much times you insist you don't need help, he is going to help you. In a fight? He either helps you or drags you away. You are going to get help with things like that whether you like it or not. He's not very used to your affection and when you randomly just come behind him in the hallways and hug him, but he isn't complaining. He might give you a kiss on the forehead in return. I think at first y'all HATED eachother (Y'know cat and dog kinda thing), but it was kinda became an enemies to lovers thing. Finds it a bit interesting when your ears twitches in your sleep(Do you know what im talking ab?). He'll ask you what you were dreaming about in the morning.

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WHY DID THIS TAKE SO LONG???Ahem, anyways, thank you @nico707 for sharing how you think a feline!MC would be like

And thank you @minty-bubblegum for the flower! This journey has been a long one, but a fun(ny) one also

#savanaclaw #jack howl x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #ruggie bucchi x reader #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader

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harunayuuka2060 · 1 year

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The teacher: Alright, everyone. Who wants to volunteer for a short roleplay in front of the class? I have a script here that you can follow.

The teacher: Leona Kingscholar?

Leona: ...

Leona, frowns: I'm not volunteering.

The teacher: But you were raising your hand. And for your partner, maybe we could have—

MC, enters the classroom, carrying a box:

MC: Hello, prof! Snacks from the headmage!

The teacher: Oh, perfect! Thank you! And do you mind being Kingscholar's partner?

MC: Hm? Partner for what?

The teacher: A short roleplay. Here.

MC, reads it: Lovers from Savanna— Is this a tragic story?

MC, cracks up because they heard him growled:

The teacher: Yes. And it would only take a few minutes to act this out.

MC: Sure. *glances at Leona* *breaks into a smile again*

Ruggie: Does it remind you that time, MC? Shishishi!

Leona: Shut up.

MC, giving Leona a piggyback ride:

Leona: You're so stupid back there.

MC: Really? I think I did great. I mean, you got excused out of that class.

Leona, frowns: You think that is a good thing?

MC: Yeah? It's been a while since we last hang out. And what's with you banning me from entering Savanaclaw?

Leona: Hmph. My brother and Cheka often visit.

MC: Ah... You don't want to get our relationship misunderstood again, no? *laughs*

Leona: Maybe if you had kept your mouth shut instead of blabbering nonsense.

MC: Dude, they asked if I think you were cute. What did you want me to do? Tell them that you're ugly?

MC, screams when he pinched their cheek:

Leona: You could've said you didn't know.

MC: How would that work?!

Malleus: Hm? You're with Kingscholar today.

MC, walks towards him, still carrying Leona on their back: Hello, Malleus!

Leona, clicks his tongue:

Malleus: ...

Malleus, smiles: Hello. And how are you Kingscholar?

Leona: None of your business.

MC: Dude... Why so snappy?

Malleus, chuckles: Oh, child of man. You're quite oblivious sometimes.

MC: Huh?

Malleus: Anyway, I have something for you.

MC: Are these tickets?

Malleus: Yes. Lilia gave them to me. I was thinking that we should go together. But since you were with Kingscholar, maybe you should go with him instead.

Leona, frowns: What are you trying to play here?

Malleus, chuckles: I'm supporting you. Can't you see it?

MC: Supporting him on what? Malleus, you're being suspicious. *laughs*

Malleus: No, no. Of course not. Enjoy. *then takes his leave*

MC: Let's see...

Leona, take a look as well: What the—

MC: Oh!! These are tickets for a couple-fest!

Leona: ...

Leona: I'm not going.

MC: Aww... Okay. I'll just ask Jack—Ooft!

Leona, has whacked their head: You're not even going to convince me?

MC, laughs: Sorry-sorry. You'll go, right?

Leona: Tch.

#twisted wonderland #twst mc #twst leona #twst ruggie #twst malleus #housewardens' friend

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korgbelmont · 4 months

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Choices Insiders January 2024

Happy new year everyone! Hope you all enjoyed and are looking forward to the year ahead!

Actually back this time with this month's Insiders. Apologies for not doing my normal post on the December Insiders, but I was just too ill to be able to focus so decided it was best to leave it.

Anyway! Here we go. New year, new post.

So I chose other and this is what I put;

Found it while scrolling for games on the playstore and thought "yeah, give that a go".

That was in 2018 and here I am haha

I haven't seen anything on Unbridled as to what people think of it, so I won't say much. I'll give it a go when it begins it's release and see what it's like.

Same as above. I'll give it a go when it begins it's release and see what it's like. Other than that, I can't say much.

Let me know what you think of both this and Unbridled if you have played them!

So slight confession with both of these. I've only got to the first two chapters of Ship of Dreams when it began it's release and I've only played the first Chapter of Cursed Heart 2. It's that thing of forgetting one week and then just keep forgetting. I am planning to catch up with it over the weekend as I am intrigued by it and even though for me it's only been one chapter, I'm interested by new characters Oleander and Jack.

I never actually attempted this. I had thought about it, but I can't remember why, but I decided not to have a go. Congrats to those who saw it all the way through!

I haven't played DnD in years, last time was not long before everything hit and my friends and I could no longer meet up to do so. But if we do decide to, I may have a look at the sheets on the wiki and pop a character in to play as haha

Having seen the official cover for Hot Shot, I know which one was used. But to be honest, a majority of covers these days are very similar, so I don't think much.

One thing I would be interested to know is what lead to choosing Ice Hockey as the sport.

Given that they mentioned the shower in particular, I'm guessing there is a scene with the MC and Love Interest in the shower.

The third image makes me think that it is going to be from the CG that is usually seen in the first chapter. Maybe the Love Interest intercepting it or something...

Putting these two as I wanted to discuss a couple things about Blades 3. Firstly, I am surprised a BK3 is happening. This one I feel is the final one as usually they only go up to 3. The second bit is that I am surprised at how early it has been currently scheduled. I can see it changing as it did happen with BK2, but yeah. Same with Crimes 3 to be honest on both points.

Okay, so a couple of new titles, but first I want to speak about The Deadliest Game as when I opened up this morning, I found out about the VIP Exclusive prequel. It has me wondering if we will see this more often or if it just a one off. It does mean though that it looks like it has something related to gambling.

Right, next up is Along Came Treble and The Ghost of Us which were announced last month. I've seen people say about how it is a music book (maybe it's meant to be a mature version of Platinum). I'll give it a go when it begins it's wide release.

The Ghost of Us sounds like a book that could be a book set in two time periods about two lovers reincarnated and their ghosts of their past selves guiding them to the other. Not much information other than the title to go on at the moment.

So the first new new title here is Filthy Rich, and to be honest, it screams that it's a more mature book.

The other new title is Hearts of Fire. I think I remember them saying about a Firefighter book at somepoint last year, and here it is.

But before all of that, there is Immortal Desires 2. I am really looking forward to this one. It was such a welcome surprise to see the 180 and have a sequel greenlit. Looking forward to more Gabriela and curious to see who the villains of this one are.

First Wide Release isn't until next month. I am curious as to why it got pushed back, maybe they're trying to keep with their VIP release schedule and keep double month releases together...

That's it for this month. As always, I will do my best to nab screenshots from one of their other social accounts and post on here.

Keep safe everyone!

#playchoices #choices insiders #thoughts and theories

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lowcallyfruity · 5 months

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I don't know if you've made any posts about it before, but what are your favorite pairings for each TWST character? It'd also be cool if you included staff or side characters, but feel free to not even do all of the main cast, I'm just curious!!

:33 omg omg omg I love questions hiiii ^_^

Im a multishipper so I enjoy many different ships, but I definitely do have favorites 😋☝️

Anyways yeah here’s a list!!!

Putting it under the cut bc ohhh boy I talk a lot 🥶

Riddle- RIDTREY IS MY FAVORITE <333 def my fave riddle ships!!! They make me so so so sick and unwell /pos I adore their dynamic so much

Trey- Riddle and Cater!!! I love love love love loveeee ridtreykei with my whole heart!!! I think all 3 of them have such a great dynamic and they are very much married couple to me- I think Trey is definitely dating them both- idc what anyone says he loves them both equally 🙄🙄🙄 I also have so many ideas for them-

Polyamory for the win tbh

Cater- Treykei <333 (same reasons as above lmfao) they’re just super interesting!!! I think they’re really cute and they also have angst potential 😋😋😋 and hurt/comfort potential

Ace/Deuce- ADEUCE!!!!!! I love Adeucee <3 I have a very specific … timeline (? For lack of a better term) for them!!! I like developing ships like a crazy person- dumbass friends to lovers-core 😍😍

Leona/Vil- LEOVILLLL I LOVEEE LEOVILLL SOOO MUCHHH DIVORCED HUSBANDS MY FAVORITE SHIP- I love their ex boyfriends swag-

Jack- I ship Jack with my MC!!! I don’t have any canon x canon Jack ships 😔

Ruggie- I don’t ship ruggie with any canon character 💔 but Ruggie/Kalim and Ruggie/Jade is growing on me-

BUT!! @midnightmah07 has an oc/mc she ships with Ruggie and I love them with my whole heart it’s definitely my favorite <333

Azul/Jamil- I love love love azujami- their relationship is so so so funny to me- they are my favorite ship for both of them

Floyd- 🙄☝️ my main ship with him is my oc☝️ my other favorite/main Floyd ship is him with Neige <33

Jade- I headcanon Jade as Aroace so I don’t ship him romantically with anyone! (But I do enjoy seeing jade ship posts they’re really cute<3)

I don’t really like to call this a ship, but my favorite ‘ship’ is Kalim and Jade as queerplatonic partners <3

Kalim- like I said with Ruggie, Ruggie/Kalim is growing on me 😔😔 and ofc I ship Jade/Kalim queerplatonically

Andddd Similar to Ruggie @midnightmah07 has an oc she ships with Kalim and AOUGJJJJJ THEY ARE MY LIFEEEEE 🫶🫶🫶🫶 I LOVE THEM WITH MY HEART AND MY SOULLLLL THEYRE SOO CUTEEEE THEYRE MY EVERYTHING 🥺🥺🥺

Rook- I don’t ship rook with anyone 💔 (and like with Jade I also enjoy seeing ship posts with Rook, they’re cute)

Epel/Sebek- SEBEPEL ON TOP BAYBEEEE💪💪💪‼️‼️‼️‼️ THEY ARE BOYFRIENDSSSS THEY ARE IN LOVEEEE‼️‼️ I love their interactions sooo much 🫶🫶 they have sooo much potential ☹️☹️

Silver/Idia- IDIASIL MY BELOVEDDDDDD THEY ARE SOOO IN LOVE I LOVEEE THEIR DYNAMICCC 🫶🫶🫶 WAHHH WAHHH WAHHH… they are like my 2nd favorite twst ship of all time

Obviously Ortho is not getting shipped with anyone 💕

Malleus- 😋 I ship malleus with one of my ocs teehee 🤭🤭🤭🤭

Lilia- I ship Lilia with my Oc Prospero!! That is my main Lilia ship… I love them so much 😋😋😋 they r silly 🥶🥶

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Uhh for the staff,,,

Trein and his wife obviously 🙄☝️

😔 I have ocs that I ship Vargas and Crewel with :33

And uhhh as of now I don’t ship Crowley or Sam with anyone-

(I think that’s all the staff)

Yeah this was long ☹️ I hope this is okay 💔 I do go overboard sometimes 😭😭😭

#yeah this long bc I get super excited ☹️ sorry pookie #I tried not to talk much #also sorry for tagging you Mah I just I loveeee your oc x canon #🥶🥶 guys do not ask me stuff I will become the most annoying person on earth🥶🥶#💛! asks #💛! soleil <3

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kellyscowboy · 10 months

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”are you asleep?” “…no.”

either javey or karah pls?

hi! i just wanted to say that i have nothing against karah, i just feel like i'd butcher them so bad and i dont wanna do that to my girls </3 || the prompts

Jack Kelly had always dreamed of being domestic. He had dreamed of a small apartment for him and his lover, maybe a dog or cat that would sleep at the bottom of his feet. Not a child—unless he had taken someone in off the streets like Medda had done for him—but he figured he could be domestic enough without one.

But it was his first night in a new apartment, his first night away from his boys. The boys that he had raised and protected, the boys he had known for practically his whole life. He had put Racetrack in charge, and he knew the young gambler would take care of his boys, but he still felt uneasy.

It all felt unfamiliar to him. Jack wasn't used to sleeping in a nice bed, in his own room, next to a boy he loved, and without any kids to come crying to him about a nightmare. It wasn't that it was bad, just new and quite frankly, a little unsettling.

David was sound asleep beside him, his arm over Jack's torso. All Jack could do was stare at the ceiling. He tried to enjoy his new bed that was just for him and Dave, but he couldn't.

It had only been a day, and Jack had decided he didn't like being domestic. He liked where he had been the day before. With his boys, selling false headlines. And while he wasn't getting sales as much anymore, his boyish charm now gone due to his age, he still got to go home to his family. Dave was his family too, don't get Jack wrong, but it was different.

Jack felt himself tense as his boyfriend stretched. David paused mid-stretch, and tilted his head toward Jack. "Are you asleep?" He whispered.

"... No," Jack admitted, his voice booming in the quiet night.

Dave sat up and lit the lamp beside their bed. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Dave." Jack fake a smile and tucked David's hand into his chest. "It's alright. Go back to sleep."

His boyfriend shrugged and cuddled into Jack's shoulder. "I wasn't asleep, anyway. I can't sleep. I'm not used to being away from my folks, not sharing a bed with a 12 year old."

"Me neither."

"They'll be okay without you, Jack." David said. "Racetrack's got them. He's matured a lot these past two years. Besides, he was always serious when he needed to be."

"I know, I know." Jack looked down at his feet. "I just... It feels weird to know they don't need me anymore."

David was quite for a second. He grabbed at Jack's chin and forced the boy to look at them. "Just because they don't need you anymore doesn't mean they don't want you anymore. Those boy's would've killed to keep you at the lodging house till you died." Another pause. "They don't need you anymore, because they've grown. But I still need you, and I'm glad you're here with me."

Jack smiled and leaned down to give David a kiss. "Yeah, I'm glad I'm here too."

Maybe the domestic life ain't too bad, Jack thought.

#i feel like this was all over the place but its fiiiiine #anyways #enjoy #this #HELP idk i feel like i've been writing so much lately that my words are gone LOL #☄. *. ⋆ vienna's ... ask games #javid #javey #newsies #jack kelly #david jacobs

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not-poignant · 4 months

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hi pía, this isn’t really a question but i was thinking of a post i saw from you the other day, in reference to hannibal and will fics. I am a HUGE lover of their ship and the fics that come with but i’m also a massive lover of yours and was thinking about how similar but different they are. maybe i’m psychoanalysing this buts it’s really been on my mind how someone could write fics like yours but not find the dynamic of hannibal and will interesting. there’s definitely a lot of different reasons but i think it mostly boils down to this:

hannibal tends to cause will a lot of pain in an attempt to monopolise him. he only loves will because he sees him as an extent of himself, like an arm or a leg if u will, a true narcissist.

where’s as they dynamics in most of your books, original or fanfic, whether they start out with someone in pain theirs usually a sort of arc where the character heals and growsi think the closest would be mosk and im so sorry i forgot the other mcs name :( basically a lot of comfort after the hurt

i dunno i just thinks it’s a really interesting difference

Hi anon!

This is cool reasoning, and that is a part of it, but I'd like to add probably one of the most important things here - people just have opinions about things, and they don't always have to make sense.

I really can't stand the Steve/Bucky ship. It's squicked me from the beginning. I couldn't tell you why, it literally does have many of the things I love in a ship - someone with a trauma background, two people who are often trying to do better, crunchy consent issues, and more.

Can't stand it. As a multishipper I literally cannot read this ship. (Sorry folks, it's a great ship, I respect y'all who love it and I'm glad you have a lot of fic for it).

Not everything has a logical reason, because we're lumps of meat and we just make arbitrary decisions sometimes (or our body does).

(This is actually why people looking for moral reasons to hate or love a ship is kind of stupid, but that's a whole other issue).

So yeah, I mean if I wanted to, I could write a hurt/comfort Will and Hannibal fic with growth. There's literally thousands doing that in AU format where Hannibal was never a cannibal in the first place! I've even bookmarked a few of those. I could write a Hannibal who isn't horrendously physically and emotionally abusive to Will!

Like, all the things about the canon characters is true, anon, but we change things all the time in fanfiction and that's the fun of it. One of my favourite ships ever is Severus/Harry, but I don't think anyone would say that they have a particularly growth/positive connection to each other in canon (not while Snape is alive, anyway).

In Rise of the Guardians, Pitch is basically a theatrical monster who literally loves making children cry, and tries to kill Jack repeatedly. There's zero growth and eventually he's defeated.

It's one of my favourite ships of all time.

We just make choices, anon. The reasons I don't love Will/Hannibal are definitely in your above ask, but they're also just in the fact that I'm a lump of meat with electrons firing randomly who just makes choices and has random opinions about stuff!

That's why how I feel about a ship has no bearing on how anyone else feels about it, and vice versa! :D (I really truly mean it when I'm glad other people enjoy these ships, because them enjoying it says nothing about them, and nothing about me, because shipping is personal, weird, and often not at all logical. For every logical 'oh yeah that's true' I can think of a pairing where it's like 'oh but that do that and I love that ship.' Brains are just...really really really weird. :)

#asks and answers #personal #pia on shipping #i do think there's like an attraction factor #i don't find mad mikkelsen attractive #and i don't find either chris evans or sebastian stan attractive #but even that's not really enough of a reason #because i don't really find jeff goldblum attractive and i wrote him #and i don't find chris pine attractive #but i wrote jack frost (he doesn't look like him but he sounds like him)#we're just weird little folks with weird little brains!

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babyharleezy · 2 years

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Jack and the reader go out in the middle of the day and the reader starts getting harassed by some of Jack's female fans, so Jack comes to her defense and comforts her.

middle of the day rendezvous

(jack harlow x reader)

a/n: enjoy my loves!!!

since jacks album came out not too long ago he started to handle the aftermath of it. the interviews, photo shoots, tour planning, etc. on this particular day you decided to join him on his eventful day. you guys woke up early and got prepared for the day. interview after interview and it was finally lunch time. jack suggested y’all walk to a local restaurant that he loves.

“what are you thinking of getting baby?” jack asks you as he puts his menu down. “hmm i’m thinking of this” you say pointing down the menu to what you were talking about. soon enough you and jack order and eat your food.

“damn their food was hella good, bout to put me in a coma” jack joked as you walked out of the restaurant. “i know right we gotta come back again” you agreed with the curly headed man. “my next interview isn’t until later in the day, we got another 2 hours to kill.” jack said to you. you hummed in response. “maybe we should just walk around the area to pass time” jack suggested. “oooh there’s a dessert place not too far, we should walk there” you said looking up from the map you pulled up on your phone.

you both decided to walk to the dessert place before heading out of the area. it was quite romantic in your head. you were happy. holding your lovers hand, enjoying the weather, and about to get dessert. once you got to the place you and jack decided to order. you both got ice cream and decided to walk to the nearby park to sit and enjoy your sweet treats on the bench.

it wasn’t long before you two got spotted by some fans. you never mind saying hi to fans and taking pictures and neither did jack. the five girls came over to your bench, “omg hi are you jack harlow and y/n?” one of the girls asked. “hey what’s up?” jack said with a smile. “omg can we get a picture with you jack?” the girl asked. he agreed. “i’ll take the pictures of y’all” you offered and the girl gave you her phone. after they took pictures the girls stayed and talked with jack for a little longer. one girl in particular kept touching jack and getting too comfortable for your liking. you weren’t a jealous girlfriend but you could tell your boyfriend was getting uncomfortable by the looks he was sending you. knowing jack, he was too nice to even say anything. jack ended up getting a call from his manager, neelam. he politely excused himself, walking somewhere more private but he was still able to see you. you were left with the fans.

everything was going well up until the girl who was too comfortable with jack started talking. “i wonder what jack even sees in you y/n” she said with a snarky attitude. (a/n: no way in hell i’d ever let anyone be disrespectful w me or my mans…anyway) “i bet i would be so much better for jack instead of you” she continued. you were dumbfounded and didn’t know how to respond. luckily for you, jack had heard the entire thing. he was also shocked but didn’t hesitate to speak up. “what the fuck type of fans are y’all.” he spoke up. the girl turned around, eyes as big as saucers and before she could say anything jack continued “if you were real fans of me then you would be respectful of my amazing girlfriend. she puts up with so much of my shit and she knows me so well. she’s a sweetheart. oh yeah and i like sweethearts not bullies. don’t be coming for my girl when you don’t even know her. you better realize how blessed you are to be in her presence right now” jack spoke out with a hint of irritation in his voice. he looked angry and hurt that his so called fans would be rude with you. on the other hand the girls were embarrassed, “whatever, your music’s ass anyway” the girl huffed out as her and her friends walked away from you and jack. he rolled his eyes at her.

“i’m sorry y/n” jack said to you as he pulled you into a hug and kissed your head. “babe i don’t even care what they had to say, i’m just grateful that i have you by my side. thank you for defending me” you gave him a small smile and kissed his cheek. you both walked back to the rest of the crew and jack couldn’t help but share what had happened at the park with them. they were all in shock at what he was telling them.

the entire rest of the day jack reassured you that you were more than enough for him, if anything he didn’t deserve you at all. you put up with so much of his shit, he knew he got lucky with you. he was proud to have such a beautiful, smart, and sweet girlfriend.

#jack harlow x you #jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow smut #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow series #jack harlow fanfic

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captain-lessship · 1 year

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The Poetic Lovers Pt. 1/2

All was beautiful with the wonderful world. It was a peaceful morning for Hotch.

You walked into the kitchen, happily bobbing to whatever was in your earbuds. You took one out when you noticed your dad.

“Hey dad, you alright?”

“Just enjoying the view out the window.”

You laughed, “We’ve lived here for years.”

He looked at you, small smile, “And over that time I found this was the best view.”

You rolled your eyes as you grabbed the jug of orange juice out of the fridge. “Oh, do you need me to get anything from the store? I can get some stuff after my classes.”

“Ah, I think we’re almost out of peanut butter. I will pay you back for it.”

“Nah,” you unscrewed the cap off the jug, “You bought my shampoo last week.”

Hotch looked at you, an unfamiliar look on his face.

You took a swig from the jug, “What?”

“Twenty three years… and that’s the first time I’ve ever traded you shampoo for peanut butter.”

“You’re getting nostalgic, old man,” you screwed the cap back on, “Oh! So my boyfriend’s birthday is toda-“

“Still haven’t met him.”

“Yes,” you put the orange juice back in the fridge, leaning against the now closed door, “Anyway, I am going to be back late.”

“After you drop off the peanut butter?”

You rolled your eyes, “Nah Dad, I am going out for a birthday dinner like this.”You gestured to your lab clothes.

Aaron was extremely proud of you. Through long nights and genuine talent, you graduated highschool a year early, you were going to pursue a career in the field of forensics. You knew it would take a lot of time and dedication but you were a Hotchner and the apples don’t fall far from the family tree.

“Alright but call me if you need me. I got to go into work.”

“I will,” you grabbed your bag from it’s usual spot on the hall chair. “See you later tonight.”

After a long day of classes and paper writing, You were back home, getting ready for the date.

“You look like a office cowboy.”

You turned your head to see your younger brother.

“The hat is too much?”

The boy nodded, you looked in the mirror. “Well, hats are my staple.”

Jack walked beside you, “But your hair looks good.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Do we like the red shirt?”

“Yeah!”

“Of course, you’d like it,” you picked him up and spun him around, pulling giggles from the boy. “Red is you favorite color.”

You put him down, “Alright, so we look good, right?”

“Right.”

“Thanks wingman,” you looked at your phone, “I better get going.”

Aaron walked in from the door, getting the attention of both of you, “Dad!” The two of you said in unison.

“Hey, you two,” he looked at your outfit, “Looking fancy.”

“Yeah, I am also about to be fashionable late! Love you two,” you grabbed your coat and rushed out the door.

“Hey!” Aaron called.

You opened the door again, “Yea?”

“Keys.”

“Oh,” you grabbed them off the key hook, “Thanks”

Aaron sighed before looking at Jack.

Jack mimicked the sigh, “They’re hopeless.”

“In ten minutes, we’re gonna follow him.”

“Dad! The cat!”

Jack did that whenever you or Aaron got nosy.

“Fine. Did he at least bring the peanut butter?”

You were simply enjoying the live poetry, snapping after people finished.

“I find it amazing that we went from clapping to snapping, who knew A hand movement as simple as clicking one's index finger and thumb together would became a symbol of rebellion among countercultures.” He simply took a drink of his tea after saying this.

You laughed then whispered, “I didn’t know you were such a big fan of poetry.”

“It’s a predetermined pattern of words that lets people get out their feelings and thoughts on a subject. It’s a artistic form of a rant.” He whispered back.

You smiled, “Is it a good birthday so far?”

“Yeah, it’s up there with one of the best’s. What are you going want to do for yours?”

You thought for a moment, “Be on a tropical island drinking from a pineapple and watching the blue water from the white sandy beaches.”

This sent Spencer into a long discussion on why the water looked blue and how alcoholic beverages that don’t taste that alcoholic are tricky to drink in warm environments: the hotter it is, the more you drink.

“So you don’t want to get drunk in the Bahamas with me?”

“I will take mine without the alcohol, but I would enjoy the beach.” He said, smiling.

He was happy he found someone who would let him ramble and never get agitated by him.

#spencer reid #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #gender neutral reader #romantic relationships #established relationship #hotchner!reader #x reader #series #date night #happybirthday #reader x spencer Reid #romance #fanfic writing #fanfic #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x you #criminal minds fandom #criminal minds fanfiction

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monpalace · 2 years

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don't talk to me this is to make up for the fact i've been stuck on the princess-like reader for a month anyways: soulmate au with the ace and deuce. jack, epel, and sebek will come soon.. maybe.. probably.. unlikely..

— maj

ACE TRAPPOLA — a unique number

thirty-six. thirty-freaking-six was he and his soulmate's unique number. thirty and six. a number no other person shared. a number so.. so.. simple! the same number of cards in the game that shared his name. nineteen forty-four could have been better than thirty-six.

a simple look online told him that thirty-six meant that he needed to focus on himself and his family rather than his professional life in angel number, but he'd like to think he had a healthy balance of both. maybe it was his soulmate who needed to do those things? another search said that he'd acquire a mass amount of riches and would rich at the expense of him spending less time with his family. he couldn't see that being himself either— aside from the money factor, that is.

thirty-six, while he and his soulmate's unique number, was still some stupid everyone used when they learned how to count to forty. it was stupid, ugly, and plastered onto the side of his neck for the rest of his life until he decided he wanted it to be magically removed.

his dad and brother had tried countless times to tell him his number was a blessing; even if the former's once scarlet-colored twenty-eight was now a charcoal black that scaled the skin of his cheek, often causing irritation around his right eye. the latter had much more luck when compared to his immediate family, he and his soulmate rubbing their love in ace's face, even if on accident.

yeah, ace's opinion on soulmates was solidified now.

he was very open about his view when it came to the issue of lovers. to many people were to loud and boisterous about the fact that they'd either already met theirs or they were bound to meet them soon.

even if he wasn't all to interested in finding a life-long romantic partner, a life-long friend was always better.

(he supposes that a soulmate could be both, but he didn't want his friend to be his soulmate, if that even made sense.)

"my bad," ace apologizes as he looks down at the student he bumped into, adjusting the collar of his shirt as he leans down to pick up the scattered papers. he ignores the flaring of his neck in favor of gathering the papers for the upcoming magift tournament, reading it over briefly before stuffing one in his pocket for the near future. "where're you headed? i might even take them all if you pay me well!"

at his teasing words and the heat the emanated from your heat and stomach, you couldn't help but feel your cheeks start to burn in both embarrassment and an emotion you can't place. "crowley's office. today's the last day for registration." you answer as he takes the pile you stacked in the nook of your elbow, rubbing the skin of your throat.

ace manages to compose himself before he can make a one-person reenactment of the event that took place just a moment before. "i'm sorry?" he gulps breathlessly.

"you don't need to worry!" you reassure the teen, having no issue noticing his despair. "you have until the end of the school day to sign yourself up!" you extend your hand only to stop just short of his shoulder, heartrate raising when you were just an inch until touching. you retract your hand, shooting it back to the nape of your neck.

ace hums to himself as he looks the flyer once more, feeling himself calm down in an odd way. "i guess i can be thankful i ran into you, huh?" he says, eyes skimming over the reward that listed a all-paid trip to the land of pyroxene with a plus one, all funded by crowley. he didn't doubt that the trip would be to one of the worst cities in the country considering that last bit of information. "maybe i'll take you with me since you helped me so much."

.. goddamn.. why was his mark burning so much?

DEUCE SPADE — an emotive color

deuce didn't enjoy being in the colorblind category when it came to soulmates. the only color he saw was red a good majority of the time. he wasn't sure if his soulmate was constantly feeling anger of passion and he didn't know if he was genuinely curious or dangerously concerned.

there were occasional times where he wondered if his other half saw the same color he did during his.. worst years.. did his soulmate see the same sky blue when he helped his grandma cook their family recipes? a stormy ocean blue whenever he heard his mother sob over his shortcomings?

deuce was never one to believe in soulmates. his mother had loved his father dearly— even if he was a deadbeat who left them not long after he was born. his grandma hadn't even been born with one. while he didn't know if his soulmate would be his romantic partner in the end, he did pray that they'd become good friends.

could his other half see when he got accepted into nrc? see when he received his award for being one of the fastest in track and field within the first week of arriving? how he felt when he managed to pass the first semester's set of final exams only see him turn saddened and mad when hundred of other students used the same methods as him?

he hoped that his soulmate couldn't.

deuce couldn't help but hug you once he and ace reached scarabia's sand, putting his track skills as soon as you were within his eyesight. all of his weight shifts to the back of his heels as he picks you up, spinning you both into a circle before putting you down and checking over your body.

"you're okay! you're okay, right?" he states and then asks, using his words more to calm himself down rather than to check on you. his eyes flicker to jamil before jumping back to you. "you're okay? he doesn't have you under his hypnosis or anything?"

you have to nod your head and place your hands on his shoulders to get his breathing to even out. he's only able to see you and a lemonade yellow, making him wonder what had happened to make his soulmate excited and amused. his other half won a competition, maybe? "i'm fine, deuce. i've made it through three overblots already, what's a fourth?"

you can't help but laugh at the look on deuce's face. a ginger color fills your eyes, the teen's embarrassment and worry becoming more and more evident the warmer the color became.

"come on!" he hisses, shrugging one of your hands off so he can itch at the skin beneath his chin. "i just wanted to make sure you were okay! you're not gonna put that past me?"

you lift your hands to hold onto his cheeks, offering the boy the softest smile. "i won't," you hum, his eyes filling with pink. "i'm thankful you cared."

deuce really, truly hoped that his supposed soulmate would be his lifelong partner. romantically or platonically.

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chaosagenda · 1 year

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i really do hate sds and only like a solid maybe 5 characters and heres why

(spoilers because i cant talk about my hatred for this anime without spoiling it)

theres so much pedophilia. i dont give a jack shit if shes the repetitively reincarnated version of your lost lover meliodas STOP groping a 16 YEAR OLD!!! “the age of consent in japan is 16″ die. that isnt even true, the age of consent varies by reigon. but even then, sds does not take place in japan or anywhere that even exists on earth, so shut up

and then there’s ban who engages in a relationship and has children with an actual child “elaine’s thousands of years old!!” that is a CHILD and if you’re attracted to that, and if you think that’s okay, i ask for you to seek help because if you did not feel uncomfortable at all watching his romance boil and kiss someone who looks like she is 6 you have serious issues

the only scene i genuinely like is that one scene in the first season when meliodas and ban reunite and bro so hard they break an indestructible barrier and all their problems were solved yeah man i didnt even need absolute cancel i just threw my bro through 13 different walls and it just busted

then theres the typical anime thing where the men should be twinks but are ripped for no reason. technically this isnt problematic but you seriously cant look at him and think nah man that dude has an 8 pack

that is a twink. and im not sorry

then theres your standard “these characters should have been gay” and then they werent like guila and jericho were a thing at one point and nobody in the world could convince me otherwise

and there are scenes so laughably bad, like when veronica kisses tiny griamore on the head and he reverts back to normal size except all of his clothes are ripped and hes ass naked. then guila comes in and just. blasts him (this scene was both actually horrible and legendary at the same time)

then this is more of a dub thing but some of the voices are actually so bad. why does zeldris sound like that. that is a short emo man that is not a buff member of the swat team

fanservice is bad too. you cant tell me nerobasta’s back doesnt HURT from those actually gargantuan jugs. i dont even think those are possible. that dress is hanging on for dear life. this doesnt even work you cant trick me into thinking this animes good by putting e cup anime titties in my face

anyway this anime’s a 10/10 i recommend it to uh to uh uh a very large audience

and the movies arent that great either, especially cursed by light because you spend have of this plot lollygagging and then suddenly everythings fine, but youre still halfway through the movie so elizabeths mommy has to descend and start throwing hands and with the power of teamwork the cast defeats this universe’s version of god the only part i like about that movie is the two 10 second scenes where arthur and merlin are present and the whole time they’re just like 🧍 ominously

is there anything i like? plot wise, absolutely not i cant think of anything but i do like some of the characters

diane, while annoying a lot of the time, was genuinely okay. she was my first kin and for that she’s pretty close to my heart. but her intense infatuation with meliodas in the first chunk of the anime actually drove me up a wall, but she does get better

king was pretty great, and while a little bland, i still liked him. hes also dubbed by max mittelman and that just increases my adoration for him

gowther is... gowther. the buildup of a tall muscular man in armor but is actually a pink haired androgynous twink was great i loved that, i cosplayed him in 2020 and i still say “✌️sparkle!” to this day

escanor was pretty cool until he... wasnt... and then im not gonna say any more (rest in peace king)

i liked gilthunder after he was out of his emo phase and even enjoyed him when he was still in it. the circumstances of his villain arc were generally stupid as well as confusing and vivian’s existence gets on my nerves but gil was cool, along with howzer, who is probably one of the most horrendous looking characters ive ever seen (as controversial as that statement is) but at least hes funny. theyre also voiced by robbie daymond and ray chase, so if youre a persona fan, like, come on this duo is iconic (duo. i have a strong dislike of griamore and to my concern he does not exist)

merlin, i liked merlin. i liked merlin. a lot. for reasons. for a lot of reasons. she was she was uh and her character arc and backstory was um... i liked merlin yes i did

okay i cant not talk about arthur anymore. i love arthur. hes my little closeted ginger homosexual guy and he’s just great. he has actually zero idea whats happening at any given time but still is op as all hell, and i just love him. he has a baby face and is dubbed by zach aguilar so its really hard for me to not just want to hug him when he died that extremely brutal death i just sat there like ☹️ come on man thats not cool you cant kill off the best character and expect me to keep watching this

yeah thats right i never even finished it. i was a huge sds fan in like 2018 when season 4 and season 5 werent out yet, and then i stopped liking it, and when they did come out, i never finished. i watched a couple general scenes, and im very aware of the plot and what happens after the point i stopped watching and as much of a hate watcher i am there is no way that those last couple seasons are even sort of worth my time. ill watch the movies whenever they come out but... i cant handle any more than that.

anyway seven deadly sins is actually horrible and nobody should watch it unless its the filler episodes where the characters sit around and complain all day because those have the capability of being fun

#seven deadly sins #nanatsu no taizai

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Izzy's tits, at least one of Izzy's balls, retirement or a nearly one, talking it through as a crew then talking it through as painfully codependent friends/coworkers/would be lovers then talking it through as boyfriends all the way around.

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"Fuck off, Edward."

Ed stared. "Sorry?"

"No," Izzy replied as he hopped to sit on top of a barrel. "I'm not."

Stede blinked. Then once more, then again just to be sure.

Izzy had only wandered out of his quarters now, hours after everyone else was up and working. It was entirely unlike him.

Just so as the incredibly short leather shorts he had on, the lack of shirt, and one of Ed's pipes smoking in his hand. He'd even forgone any shoes.

"Izzy," Stede said. "I don't mean to come off critical here, but I think one of your...well..."

"One of your fucking balls is literally hanging out," Frenchie shouted, shaking his head in apparent disgust and shock.

"Oh," Izzy took a drag off of Ed's pipe. "Well then, enjoy the view."

"I mean it beats my preconceived expectations," Lucius said. "Curious about the rest now, actually. That sketch offer is still open, by the by."

Izzy nodded. "This evening work?"

Black Pete leaned into Lucius' shoulder, shaking with silent laughter.

"That's a yes from Pete, and from me," Lucius grinned.

"What the fuck is going on?" Ed seemingly hadn't even blinked in the past few moments.

"You seem to have things all under control now," Izzy replied. "You admitted after Bonnet came back that you were only keeping me on here out of pity. Thanks for that, I guess. But if that's the case, then no more babysitting you. Bonnet, good luck with that. I've got notes for you as well to help navigate his moods better; I'll drop them by your quarters later."

Stede nodded. "Thank you? So, to clarify, you no longer wish to be first mate or bosun or however you wish to call it?"

"Yup," Izzy sighed as he hopped off the barrel. "I'm done. Just a regular crew member now. I'm going to do all of jack shit, and get paid for it anyway. Ed, you talked about retirement? And joked I wouldn't know how to retire? Well, I think you're right. This is as close as I'll get to retiring."

Ed took a step forward, but walked it back immediately. "But. Not your resignation, right? You're staying?"

Izzy laughed bitterly. "Yes, Ed. I'm staying. I don't understand why on earth it would fucking matter to you anymore, but I'm staying."

"You're still a friend to me in some way," Ed said awkwardly.

"Not how you made it sound as of the last few weeks," Izzy said. "And why would you want me as a friend anyway? You've screamed my sins back in my face enough times lately to remember them all in detail. Who would want a friend like that?"

He snagged an abandoned half empty bottle of rum as he walked past the rest of the crew, and up the stairs towards the empty deck space at the stern without another word.

"Holy fuck," Jim said. "What are you gonna do about that?"

"We're going to go talk to him," Olu offered. "Right, Captains?"

Ed was frozen, but he let Stede take his hand.

"I think that's a good idea, but maybe in a bit," Stede replied. "Technically, he's done nothing wrong. He gave himself a demotion, which is his right, if he wishes. Which he clearly does."

"Yeah, but I think he's sort of lost it," Jim said. "I mean. I don't like him. But he's good at his job, to the point that it's fucking irritating."

"He's very much a traditional sort of pirate methodology guy," Pete noted. "Not a bad thing per se, but it doesn't really fit the vibe here."

"Regardless," Olu said. "Of whether we like him or not, or respect him or whatever. He's still technically a crew member, so we have to at least give him that much. And that's gonna mean-"

It was like a switch flipped on Ed.

"Yeah, yeah," he cut off Olu. "We have to go scold him and slap his wrists. I could just toss him overboard, would that be better?"

Lucius raised a hand. "As someone who has been thrown overboard by you, I don't think that would be better. For him, or us."

"What the fuck is this then?!" Ed yelled. "You hate him, but you're worried on his behalf, but you want him to stop this new weird shit, what the fuck do all of you actually want?!"

"Ed," Stede said softly. "You're crying. Come here."

He let the crew disperse, still talking among themselves about everything that had just gone on. Ed sank to the deck with him, crying into his shoulder.

"I think maybe you and Izzy are overdue that talk Olu mentioned," Stede murmured. "What do you think?"

Ed nodded against him.

"Okay," Stede continued. "Then we're going to go have a break in our room, and in a bit we'll go talk with him. I bet he'll feel better then, and so will we."

Ed slept hard once he'd calmed down, but Stede was rattled. And at the same time, upset with himself for his reaction.

Technically, Izzy had been rude and brash and crass to them all, and downright disrespectful to Ed. But at the same time, he'd not acted that different from how any of the crew had described most average pirates. And hadn't they all had moments of rudeness themselves while on board the Revenge? The disrespect was more complex: it was wrong in the hierarchy in the traditional sense, but between two old friends, and with the added knowledge that Izzy regularly took disrespect as a first mate (according to Ed's stories, from their current crew as well as many past crews the two of them had sailed with)? That made it not exactly right, but certainly understandable.

That Izzy also definitely had feelings for Ed was apparent now, and had been so since he'd been back aboard. Suddenly all of Izzy's defensiveness and anger and asshole behaviour clicked. Again, didn't always make it right, but he could see himself doing the same after years of that.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door, and he extricated himself carefully from Ed to answer it.

"Here," Izzy pushed a large leather bound tome into his hands. "Every note I have professionally on him, since nearly day one of sailing. Might not ever need it, with you two pretty in sync now, but you'll have it just in case."

He turned to leave, and Stede reached for his shoulder.

"Izzy, hang on. I. Ed's rather upset, as I'm sure you heard."

Izzy turned back to him and nodded. He looked exhausted, and Stede wondered if he'd slept at all last night, or if he'd been up nervously planning his flamboyant announcement of semi-retirement.

"I think he thinks he's broken you, somehow," Stede continued. "He'd like to talk with you."

"He didn't break me; he wore me down," Izzy chuckled sadly. "Do you know, if he asked, I'd still get on my knees for him in a heartbeat? I don't think he's ever once figured that out."

"He's your friend, at least," Stede said. "I know that must still be important to you."

Izzy looked away for a moment, tears flowing as he looked back. "It is. But you don't get it, Bonnet. And that's not your fault. You went years without knowing how it felt, what you for sure wanted. That's how it goes for some. But I've had it dangled in front of me for years, and known it about myself for longer. There were times he talked about it, jokingly. I could recite most of those conversations to you, which is just sickening. But I've played them over and over again in my head all this time, pretending he's serious."

Stede wiped a tear from his own eye. "It sounds like a similar sort of hell, in terms of frustration."

Izzy nodded. "It is. And I know it won't be much better now. But at least I'll be able to busy myself away from Ed some of the time. That might help. And if not, he can always maroon me somewhere, and then we're both out of our misery."

Stede sighed. "You two are so fucking dramatic. I mean that kindly, but-"

"You're one to talk," Izzy scoffed.

"I know, but give me a break for a moment!" Stede yelled as loud as he dared. Ed didn't do more than roll over. "I know you didn't start out the bitter fucking asshole I met!"

Ed mumbled, but seemed otherwise still sleeping.

"And at first I didn't give a fuck how you got that way," Stede continued, one eye on Ed to make sure he wasn't disturbed. "But now, after everything that's gone on so far? I do! And I'd actually be interested to see what a not miserable version of you looks like! But you won't get that way by doing this and not talking to Ed. If you're really so convinced to close that chapter, then close it properly."

He trembled some, breathing hard at the idea of how Izzy was going to react.

He didn't expect the hug.

"You're the first person to notice or care," Izzy mumbled into his shoulder. "I didn't think I actually wanted anyone to do that. Turns out it's really nice."

"You should give Ed a chance on this," Stede said, patting his back, wincing at the noticeable sunburn. "I told him not even a few days ago I expected he might want to be shared with you, and he thought I was joking! I told him I wasn't, and he got very serious and thoughtful and I didn't get a peep out of him for the next half hour. Clearly, he's not as unemotional about you as you seem to think."

Izzy broke the hug, and nodded. "Alright. Come get me when he's ready. Though not between the next hour or two, Lucius has commandeered me for his sketchbook."

"He does a wonderful job," Stede smiled. "And for all his arguing and fussing with you, I think he does enjoy you in some odd way."

"He's grown on me, maybe I've grown on him," Izzy shrugged.

He walked away still sniffling, but seeming the most relaxed Stede had ever seen him.

"I ran and told Lucius to send him here once they were done," Stede said. The sun had started to go down just as Ed had woken, groggy and looking as tired as when he'd first fallen asleep.

"Sure," Ed muttered, leaning into Stede's hug as they sat side by side on their bed. "Sounds wonderful."

"He's giving you a chance, so you need to try and give him one too," Stede said gently. "As best you can."

Izzy wandered in then, in nothing but a black ratty-looking robe. "Shall we?"

"This is really what you want?" Ed asked. "I know I'm not always easy to deal with, but you really want to demote yourself?"

Izzy swallowed hard. "I think so. I don't see a better option presently."

"You'll still talk to me though, right?" Ed continued. "I mean, not just as crew to captain. As friends?"

Izzy sat in the nearest chair facing the bed. "Did you ever notice when I first stopped doing that? When I had to switch it into all business all the time?"

"I wish I had," Ed replied. "Stede, Izzy and I here started out just us. When we were young-"

"When my beard was actually black," Izzy interrupted him with a chuckle. "Same way you've always told it."

Ed nodded. "And it was the two of us, this rickety sailing boat we stole, and what little money we had with us. We spent it all on getting new clothes at the next port so we'd 'look more like a pirate', and had to rob our first little fishing vessel so we could find food."

"It worked though," Izzy said. "Slaughtered that entire crew and had fish for weeks."

"What about having bought a fishing pole and fishing yourselves?" Stede frowned.

They looked at each other, and burst into giggles.

"Never even crossed my mind," Ed wiped a tear from his eye.

"No, we went straight to raids," Izzy added. "The fishing rod might have been easier though."

"As if you didn't have the time of your life that first raid," Ed scoffed. "You remember how much fun that was?"

"My first stab wound," Izzy sighed with a smile. "Caused and taken."

Stede nodded along as they recounted more, and let his thoughts trail. First, it struck him how his path to piracy really had been different. Ed and Izzy had done it seemingly out of necessity, or to have been stuck on the island they'd lived on since they were kids. There were other legal routes, sure, but it seemed that those might never have held enough appeal for these two. Secondly, he was baffled how the two of them had flopped awkwardly and nearly romantically for so many years. He knew he was in no place to judge, but even so. Listening to them talk made it even more evident, as vulnerable and nostalgic as they were now.

Thirdly, and the one he was most reluctant to try to face, was that he liked this Izzy. Nervously vulnerable but open, at ease, the frown lines on his face replaced with crinkles at the edge of his eyes when he smiled. This Izzy made his heart pound like it did around Ed, and he would never have anticipated it in a thousand years. He'd meant the sharing idea before, and now considered if the sharing couldn't be all around between the three of them.

"Bonnet?"

He shook his head. "Sorry, what?"

"We've been asking you for the past minute and a half what you'd like as a thank you for forcing us to talk," Izzy said.

"We can't fix anything that's happened," Ed added. "And some of it was just not ever talking about things we should have."

"Your saying still makes me cringe," Izzy said. "But it isn't wrong."

Ed nodded. "I didn't realize how twisted we got around each other. No wonder we got bored and frustrated, keeping each other held down like that."

"So, we're keeping my demotion as is," Izzy said. "Though Ed has asked me to be on hand for the new first mate, which I presume will be Olu. He's basically already doing it, and he gets on well with the entire crew."

"I zoned out," Stede admitted. "Had a lot to think about and got lost in it."

"We figured, we asked you other stuff too and you only ever nodded," Ed said. "And you agreed to so much stuff."

"Funny," Stede bumped against his shoulder. "Don't hold me to all of them, since I don't remember any."

"Not even the sharing idea we asked you about?" Izzy asked.

Ed nodded. "We do need to know that one, no matter what the answer is."

"I already told him yes," Stede gestured to Izzy. "Why does no one take that seriously at first? If Spanish Jackie can have twenty-"

"Think it's eighteen or seventeen now," Izzy interrupted.

"Okay, eighteen husbands," Stede continued. "Then we could have us three. Together."

"Is that bias towards me on the employment side?" Izzy joked.

"Actually yeah, a bit I think," Stede replied. "But it's my ship, so if I want a little bias for us, then we can have some."

"He's getting better," Izzy grinned. "He'll be stabbing an eye out before we know it."

"Yeah," Ed agreed dreamily. "You always remember the first one."

"Very gory," Izzy frowned.

Ed nodded. "Fun in the moment but in the clean up you're going 'was it worth it?', and sometimes the answer isn't always yes."

"I think I'll skip that for now," Stede said. "But thank you for the confidence you have in my... eye-stabbing capabilities."

Ed yawned. "Of course! Fuck me, it isn't even that late, and I just slept!"

"It's been a long day," Stede said, patting his thigh. "I've got a story chapter to read to the crew before bed. Let's go back out before they start rioting thinking I forgot."

"Would be fair if they did," Ed said. "It's the voices, man. You've got a gift."

"He's right," Izzy said, wincing as he got up from his chair.

"Sunburn worse than it looked?" Stede asked.

"I haven't spent a whole day shirtless like that in a long time," Izzy admitted. "Might have forgotten to think anything of the sun."

"We'll have Roach take a look before bed," Stede said. "He's always got something on hand for me."

Truthfully, he figured Roach had probably already seen the state of Izzy's chest and back, and would already have something waiting, presuming they'd be asking for it.

But it could wait a little while longer. They were both waiting for him to lead the way out, the most at ease and happy that he'd seen both of them at once.

That, and the crew really was strict about keeping the next chapter read on time. For that too, it would have to wait slightly longer.

#text post #ofmd fic #literally this started as me going haaa i should put izzy in short shorts and have his cock or a ball fall out lmaooo #and then i kept going and was like wait shit fuck it got dramatic #but i didnt note if Izzy ever puts said ball back in at any point and i will not clarify that is for the reader to imagine how they will #steddy hands #please excuse any typos i made ive spent the last three hours writing this and my eyes are bugging lmaoo #but if there is a super egregious one just shoot me an ask with it and ill fix it up!

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