#but it continues to give abed interests who just disappear

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#people hate on season 4 of community and like its fair okay for the most part i get why #but it continues to give abed interests who just disappear #removes cast members and replaces them with very inferior characters #hickey is bland and all of his potential is used up by the time he locks abed to a filing cabinet #frankie is literally just a more mature less perfectionist annie #and more of a straight man than jeff at that point #elroys thing is just that hes out of touch slightly #tbh annie had no right staying she was the second least interesting character to troy #but troy was made interesting by his relationship with abed #so you replace pierce with a man as interesting as a block of wood #troy with an even less interesting version of annie the character who is left as the least interesting character after he leaves #and shirley with elroy or elrond im sorry this season just had no staying power for me im not #trying to be ignorant on purpose #like this is my skip season. its just dark and dreary and doesnt carry any of the magic the rest of the series did #and i mean dark literally it feels like theres never any lighting #i get actors gotta move on and there are behind the scenes issues and stuff #but you can at least replace them with equally interesting characters #what happened to greendales founder he wouldve been great to have around #but they did to him what they criticizr season 4 for doing #and the episode about the dean being gay was just uncomfortable? #it worked as his queerness just being something that went unsaid. even if it was played as a joke #using him for tokenism is a good concept but it came at the expense of the deans identity which he fought hard about #but nobody ever like. cared. about what he had to say about his sexuality. he never got the last laugh #chang was ironically like. the backbone. other characters faded into the bg or lost what made them interest #interesting. but chang had several solid moments. and its ironic because! hes just doijg the things hed BEEN doing #for the past like three seasons! #character growth is good but their flaws and old traits should be replaced with fun new ones #what was brittas personality come the end of it #she had activist moments sometimes but like..... eh....

[malebodyexhibit]

Don't Fear (a free commission tale)

In this place, all that remains was memory. I had been convicted for a DUI during Christmas, but I couldn't help it. Thirty years in a loveless marriage strangled my capacity to enjoy life. I went from a college athlete to settling down with a girl during the 90s. I struggled in a thankless job and started drinking. My body started to follow the pattern of fathers: my toned body bloated and my muscles shrunk. What had been washboard abs was now a sagging "spare tire." At the age of 56, I had gotten in an argument with my wife about my drinking and a drive to clear my head had resulted in me being pulled over, then arrested.

I know it was stupid, but I felt there was no escape. Now there was literally no escape. I was given a long sentence and succumbed to despair. I wouldn't be able to enjoy what remained of my middle age.

I did my best to show that I was recovering, but my body still craved alcohol. My family and friends disappeared instantly. No one liked a drunk driver. Eventually, I found myself in a recovering alcoholics program. It wasn't the 12 steps program, but similar. The program set you up with a sponsor and during your talks together, you could give and get advice and just vent about your stresses. It was very therapeutic.

I honestly think they could have chosen better sponsors though. My sponsor was a young man who had never drank alcohol in his life. His name was Tyler.

It was hard to talk about my problems with him, because he lacked the understanding of addiction, but eventually I found it became easier and easier. Like he was my son, whom I never talked to. I came to enjoy hearing about his life as a college student. Like me he was an athlete, but unlike me he never found a girl. He found guys instead. He became my only escape from prison life.

During our talks together, I had mentioned I wanted to better control my anger, so he bought me a meditation book with new age crap inside. This book came to be a God send. The book, among other new age pseudo science, described stuff like healing spells and body theft spells. That had caught my interest.

Essentially it required that I give Tyler something to drink, imbued with my essence. So after cooking up the concoction with... my essence. I slipped it to Tyler during our sponsorship meetings. He gulped it down without hesitation, unsuspecting, unaware of the dangers in this world. This naïveté had brought him to me.

After he drank the solution, his body started to glow, become indistinct. The book mentioned that when this happened, you're supposed to "merge" with the body. I wasn't sure what to expect, but placing my hands on his shoulders, I found that my hand started to sink into his body. Tyler had been talking about his friends and hanging out that weekend, but as soon as my skin sunk below him, he stopped and froze.

As I continued to sink deeper and deeper into him, I could feel through him. I could also hear him in his mind. What the fuck, what the fuck, he thought. Despite the panicked thoughts, he remained absolutely still. Now my hands and upper arms had sunk into him. Then my chest started to merge with his back. His thoughts grew louder and I heard him talking directly to me. Please, mister, let me go. I don't want this, stop, please, I'll do anything you want. "Then just give me your body," I hissed. I forced myself deeper; my head plunging into the warmth of his back and soon my jiggling belly stuffed itself into Tyler's slim body.

The sounds of Tyler's mind was excruciating. The combined mass of myself and Tyler seemed to set off pain throughout our bodies. I didn't know how it affected Tyler's body, but I felt ourselves bloating. I could feel the tight shirt over Tyler's body strain and press against our flesh. As the pain grew, I felt Tyler succumb more and more until he was whimpering. He wasn't used to pain and shrunk away from it. But I knew about pain. I grew stronger despite it and with Tyler sulking away, I could feel the new sensations on my new skin. Tyler's body returned to normal, yet it still felt crowded.

"I'm sorry, Tyler," I said. I alerted the guards that the prisoner escaped. I was escorted out while a lockdown was issued. Tyler was still here in my mind. With a bit of coercion I was able to force his home out of him. He lived with roommates on campus. He volunteered here because it was walking distance.

Following his memories, I found myself back at his home. Alone in his room, I explored my new body.

I ran my hands over his pale naked body. I ran my fingers along the strong calves and legs. We had been (he was) an athlete. I remembered how a body like this felt. The surge of testosterone was a nice reminder to how virile this young stud was. I needed to finish the ritual. I grabbed hold of his cock and played with his pecs, kissing his biceps. I stroked harder and faster, amazed at how godly his arms were. As I pushed myself harder, I closed my eyes and imagined Tyler in my mind. He was scared and trying to get my attention, and now that he had it, he shrunk from it. Too late. As I bit my lip, I shot a huge load onto my chest. The sound of Tyler's sobs quieted down as his essence was ejaculated with his cum.

Now that I was alone in his body, the cramped feeling went away and somehow the body felt even better. It seemed to fit me better and the way the muscles wrapped around the frame was more toned and tighter. I leaned back in the water and smiled devilishly to myself.

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A month had passed and the case of the missing inmate had never been solved, but I loved going to the beach. Now that I as Tyler didn't waste so much time with volunteer work, I went to the beach often. I love checking myself out.

When I was younger, I had never been this twink. I had been a corn-fed linebacker but now I turned so many heads. I had been straight before, but now I took on Tyler's love of the cock. I also gave him a new love of working out.

But I liked showing off at the beach. What's the use of a young hot body if you don't flaunt it? In Tyler's memories, he knew to flaunt it and enjoyed blowing guys, but he didn't do it often enough!

Now I party a lot. Thankfully Tyler never drank and now I don't have the urge for it either. I guess Tyler lived up to his responsibility to help me recover from addiction, but now I have his addiction to sucking cock.

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author's note: thanks to swapsrus for the pics and story idea.

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[andydrysdalerogers]

The Type You Save - O N E

Detective James Barnes hasn't seen the love of his life in three years. Since the night she was almost caught stealing a painting. He knows it was her and she disappeared leaving him confused and heart broken.

Alexandra Richards never expected to be pulled back into her old life two years after she left it. She had found love and a home and was happy. Until a note blackmailed her to take one last job. Three years later she walked into the last person she expected to see in San Francisco. Because he lived in New York right?

They always put family before everything. And he would do anything to get his family back. Because she's the type you save.

TW: mob, death, smut, rape intentions, angst, guns, family abandonment, dub-con, manipulation

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“It’s interesting.”  

“What’s interesting?”  

“All of the evidence points to the mafia except that I’m sure the heist will be pulled off by a woman.”  

“What makes you say that?”  

James looks up at the ceiling while he continues to stroke Alexandra’s back enjoying her warm skin distracting himself.  Her head was on his chest, he could feel her star pendant on pressed against him skin.  

“James? You gonna answer or keep giving me lightening touches?” 

“Lightening touches?” 

“You keep running your fingers over my back and it always send little bolts of energy through my body.”  Alex smiled up at him. “It’s distracting to me and to you.”  

“Sorry love.  You just feel so soft.”  James kissed her head.  “The thief will probably be a woman.  The space, the timing, I would use a woman.  They can get into tighter places.”  

“Oh.  That makes sense.   So, has she pulled it off yet?”  Alex started to kiss on his bare chest.  

“Alex,” he warns.  He feels her smiling against his skin. “She hasn’t.  We have surveillance on the painting.  I think it would be suicidal to go in now. No clean entry and exit.”  

“Hmmm.”  Alex runs her fingers over his abs.  James takes in a breath. “So, when do you think?” 

“Next day or so.  I’ll be ready.”  He closes his eyes.  “Alexandra, what are you doing?” 

“Nothing babe.  Just enjoying you.”  

“I understand the lightening thing now.”  He flipped her so he was on top now. She giggled at him.  “And what are you laughing about?” 

“Got you right where I wanted you.”   

“Really? Who am I to disappoint you?” He leaned down for a searing kiss. Thankful they were still naked from their previous session of lovemaking, he reached down to line himself up with her and pushed in.  

She moaned from his length in her, the stretch unbelievable. “Jamie,” she whispered.  

“Do you know how much I love it when you call me Jamie?” he said with slow thrust.  

“Probably as much as when you call me Allie.  Which you hardly ever do.” She took each thrust and matched, loving to hear him groan.  

“Oh Allie,” he moaned and sped up his motions.  “I love you so much.”  

“I love you, Jamie.” She nibbled on his neck, and he grunted.  

“Cum for me Allie.  Please baby.”  He reached down to stoke her clit, drawing out the pretty moans he loves.  

“Jamie, oh god,” she squealed as she released over him.  He thrusted a couple more times and then filled her up.  

“Fuck Allie.”  He slowed and pressed his forehead on hers.  “My little doll.  I love you.”  

“I love you.”  

They fell asleep in each other’s arms.  Perfection.  

*~* 

Steve walked over to James’ desk in the precinct.  “So do we have a lead on who it could be?” 

“Possibly. I think it’s someone they’ve used before, but this thief has been inactive for a few years. Her MO hasn’t been seen in New York.  Last time was in Pittsburgh. Before that Boston.” 

“No name?” 

“Just an alias.  And it’s funny.”  

Buck, how is it funny? 

“It’s ‘The Cat.’ CatWoman.” He chuckled. “Like from the comics.”   

Steve laughed as well. “That is funny. Did Pittsburgh or Boston have any photos?”  

“Just some grainy surveillance photos.” He stood up and looked out the window.  “Shit, when did I become night?”  

“About an hour ago.”  Steve looked at his watch.  It’s almost 8.  

“Shit. I was supposed to meet up with Alex for dinner.  She is going to kill me.”  

“Give me five Bucky. Then I’ll lights and sirens you home.” He put a file on his desk.  “Boston sent a list.”  

James reviewed the list and two names stood out.  

Christian Johnathon Grey 

Alexandra Nicole Richards.   

“Bucky is that…” 

“Oh fuck.” James grabbed his gun and badge.  “We got to find her now!” 

*~* 

A nightmare.  His worst nightmare comes to life.  James raced through the empty offices, gun in hand. All of the investigating, all the time effort and resources and it was 30 minutes ago he figured out the man behind the heist. And the woman he was sending in. He knew she had a past.  She never talked about it, just small comments here or there.  He always made a note to ask but he never did.  God he wish he had. Maybe it wouldn’t have blind sided him.  He assumed it was bad.  But not this.  What did Grey have on her to do this?  “Steve, I’m approaching the office.” 

Copy, still have surveillance and they aren’t picking up anything.   

Please God, don’t let her be in there.  James slowed as he approached the door.  

“Bucky, how did she get involved? How do you know it will be here?” 

“I just know.  We’ll talk about this later.  Breaching the door.”  James opened the door and looked.  He didn’t see anything and turned to walk back out when he saw a figure in the doorway.  Dressed in a skintight black suit, googles perched on top of her dark hair, a mask covering her face. She looked like a cat, causing him to snort.  But he knew those eyes.  And the necklace around her neck, peaking from under her suit.  

He turned off his comms. “Alex.   Allie, please don’t do this.”  

She tilted her head and waved the case in her hand. She wore gloves and for a moment, James was proud of his girl for least trying not to get caught.  She moved around him, spinning him until her back was now to the window.   That’s when he noticed it was open window.  

“Alexandra, I can still help.  We can fix this. We can go home.  Please baby, don’t do this.”  James lowered his weapon. 

His cat burglar tapped the watch on her wrist.  She blew him a kiss as a tear fell. James’s phone beep and he looked down for one second.  One second for her to make it to the windows and jump.  

“No! Alex no!”  He watched as she extended her arms and the squirrel suit picked her up and she floated away.  He bowed his head.  He checked his phone. 

A: I’m sorry Jamie, I have to leave town for a little bit. I did this for family. Family over everything, remember that.   I’ll call when I’m safe.  I love you and I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.   Allie. 

Steve rushed in.   “Alex?” 

James turned on his comms. “It wasn’t her.” James looked up at him.  “It wasn’t her because she would have listened to me.”  He looked at the frame of the missing painting.  “Check it for prints.  I need some air.”  He pulled the comms from his ear.  

Steve followed him out as the CSI team came in.  When they got into the stairwell, Steve stopped James.  “Bucky?” 

“I didn’t want it to get out that it was her.  It was Alex.”  He handed off the phone.  “Grey blackmailed her.  He had to have.   And I’m not stopping until we figure out what happened.”   He took off his watch, a gift from her and looked at the inscription. Family over everything. He looked at Steve.  “I can do this alone if I have to.”  

“End of the line Buck.  Always.  Let’s go get that son of a bitch.” 

*~* Three years later *~* 

She smiled at him when she gave him the watch.  The scene morphed and she was in her catsuit, watching the tear fall.  She jumped and she was gone.  

He woke up with a start, sweat on his forehead.  A nightmare. James sat up and looked around.  His room still felt unfamiliar, cold.  Alex had left their apartment warm, her style a comfort.   But he was hardly there the last year or so.  The memories were just too much. Perhaps the threat he and Steve had received from the mob was a good thing.  

Except now he was farther away from mob boss Christian Grey. His only link to finding Alex.  Three years since she literally jumped out of his life.  No leads on her whereabouts. Just a rumor that she was out west.  But he and Steve relented, hitting place after place, looking for anything.  Eventually, they took down 80 percent of Grey’s businesses. If he couldn’t find her, he would take down the man that split his family apart.  

Grey issued a hit on them.  $2 million for each.  The police commissioner wouldn’t allow them to sacrifice themselves, so he got them jobs in San Francisco.  “Barnes, Rogers, you are the best, but this would be a fucking shit storm if Grey is able to take you out.  I’m sorry but you’re out of the NYPD.”  

“Sir, please don’t so this.” James pleaded with the commissioner.  “He’s the only link to her.”  

“Barnes, I know it’s been hard without Alex, but this is for the best.  She would kill me if I let you die.” He placed his hand on his shoulder as James bowed his head, hands on hip.  “That’s why I’m sending you to the west coast.  Your new commissioner, Stark, owed me a favor. I’m sorry.”   

That was two weeks ago. Steve and James found a big apartment to rent, they met with their new division and were adapting to being inspectors of the San Francisco Police Department. He looked at the clock.   Six AM.  He sighed and got up.  Might as well go for a run and grab coffees. He got up, got into his sweats and stretched.  He looked at the picture of Alex and kissed it, tradition before he left his home.  “I love you Alex,” he whispered.   He grabbed his keys, wallet and phone and was out.  

He put the map on his phone, still getting a bit lost in the neighborhood.  It was still a bit misty, the fog not having rolled all the way back out to the water.  So different from New York.  He ran until he hit five miles and close by his apartment.  He stopped at the corner coffee shop and ordered coffees and Danishes for him and Steve.  He glanced around the shop out of instinct.  

*~* 

Alex took the morning since she was by herself.  A rarity nowadays.  She went down to her favorite shop and took a table in the back.  The shop looked over the city, the bridge in the background.  Three years in the city but it was quiet. She hadn’t seen anyone from her past, though they tried.  Nate had tried reaching her on her secure email.  Walker had sent a threat.  But she managed to avoid Grey’s best men.  She pulled up her tablet to check on James.  

She had an alert set for him and Steve.  She read about all of his busts, trying to bring Christian down.  She closed her eyes, remembering that last night.  How broken he looked when he realized she would be the one to steal the painting.  She thought she had walked away from that life. She had found her family in James with Steve acting like her big brother. Family over everything, she reminded herself.  She did what she had to do to protect them.   

Returning to her tablet, she noticed that for the last couple of weeks, their names were not in the news.  This concerned her.  She hacked into the NYPD police database, and she saw that their named were no longer listed as officers.  She sat back, nerves taking over.  She searched the obituaries, but James and Steve were not there either.  She made a call to her best friend.  

“Nat?” 

“Ale, its early,” she heard the grumble of Natasha Romanoff, hacker Extraordinaire.  

“I know Nat I’m sorry.  I’m just freaking out right now.”  

“What’s going on babe?” 

“James and Steve haven’t been in the news for a few weeks, and I can’t find them anywhere.”  

“Ok hang on.”  She heard Nat get up and start tapping.  “Ok, I went into the personnel database.  NYPD should really work on securing that better.”  

“Nat focus please.”   

“Sorry, sorry.  Looks like there was a hit put on them from Grey.  $ 2 Million.  Jeez, that’s steep.”  

“I was expecting that.” Alex shook her head, fear starting to run through her body.  “Did they do something?” 

“Yeah, they were terminated from the force and transferred to another department.  Says files sealed.”  

“Can you get around?” 

“No, this went into the commissioner’s private server and at least that is secure.”  

“So, they’re alive?” 

“Yeah, just transferred.”  

“It’s ok.  At least they are out of New York.” Alex breathed a sigh of relief.  “Thanks Nat.”  

“No problem, babe.  Hey are you out?  Where is…” 

“Wanda,” she simply said.  

“Gotcha.  Ok.  Well relax.   I’m sure they will pop up again in the news. Heroes tend to do that.”  

“I’m sure.” Alex hung up and sipped her coffee, starting out the window lost in thought.  

*~* 

James leaned against the counter, enjoying the view.  The San Francisco Bridge was still something he was a tourist about.  He wanted to visit it, do the tour and stuff.  He took another glance around, habit as an officer making him check his surroundings.  He noted the older couple, seated together on the same side, holding hands.   His heart ached at the sight.  He noted a young woman with long dark hair.  She reminded him of Alex, her hair longer than Alex though.  A father and son chatting about school.  His name was called for his ordered.  

He got up and went to the register to pay.  He looked again at the young woman and her head turned slightly. Her profile was familiar, her long lashes framing her eyes.  He sucked in a breath.  “Alex,” he muttered.  He went to approach her.  “Excuse me?” 

Alex looked up to see a face she wasn’t expecting.  The bangs on her face changing her look but the colored contacts she wore also helped, leaving her eyes currently green.  “Yes, can I help you?” 

“Sorry, you looked like someone… I’m sorry,” James apologized.  He turned away but glimpsed a necklace.  

“It’s alright,” she said.  She got up quickly.  

“Wait,” he grabbed her arm and studied her.  “What’s your name?” 

“Nicola. Can you please let me go?”  She twisted, allowing the pendant of the necklace to show.  She got her arm free, and she exited the shop.  

James froze. The pendant, a star in rubies.  The exact necklace he had gifted her on her last birthday together.  “I’ll be back for this,” he told the waitress.  “Excuse me.”  He ran out of the shop. 

Alex walked quickly, trying to remember to breath.  He isn’t supposed to be here.  He’s supposed to be in New York.   Except he had a hit on him, and he was moved. She felt a hand on her arm, and she was pulled behind the building.  “What the fuck Alexandra?” 

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Down The Rabbit Hole, Chapter 13

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: sexual situations

Abed couldn’t help himself as he heard the piano.

The study group had all but agreed that they weren’t going to be going near Mr. Radison, especially while he was trying to recruit them for the Christmas Pageant, but something deep within Abed called for him to go towards the cafeteria. 

He didn’t expect to see you laying on the stage, singing half-heartedly while Mr. Rad was playing.  And he certainly didn’t expect the sight to pull at his heartstrings.

He hadn’t really spoken to you since he’d asked you to officially leave the group, and everyone in it.  You looked as lonely as he’d felt, knowing that the group was going their separate ways for the holidays. 

“What are you still doing here?”

You shot up, pulled from the dreamy like fog that you’d been introduced into when Cory began to talk to you about when you’d been an emergency substitute from the year prior with the rest of the study group. 

You had originally been lost in your thoughts, seduced by the promises of being with the study group, under the guise of being the emergency substitutes for the Glee Club for the Christmas Pageant.

Until you saw Abed. 

“I-I should go,” you said quickly, shaking your head at the music teacher, “I’m sorry Cory.  I’m not interested.  But I hope that you find someone in time.  The Christmas pageant is always a lot of fun…and it’s a good practice run for regionals.”

Mr. Rad frowned, but continued to play as you scurried off.  He looked over his shoulder at Abed to answer his question, “I thought I’d give her one more tinkle, before I took down the decorations.  No Glee Club means no pageant.  That means no Christmas.  Miss. Michaels seemed to have been considering my offer, but there’s no Glee Club with just one person…and from what she was saying, you in the group may have lost your cheerful spirit with her.”

“Who would have thought if you’re trying to make things better, it just would’ve made more darkness.”

“That sounds like a certain ex-lawyer talking.  Was it him that got rid of her because she’s got a free spirit lurking beneath all that work ethic?” he asked.  Abed cocked his head to the side as Mr. Rad turned more towards him, “You know, I see a lot of myself in you, Abed.  You care about your friends.  And you wish that they cared more about each other.  I was just talking about that with Tawney before you came in.  You know, that’s not an easy position to be in sometimes, choosing between your own happiness and the happiness of others…but she seemed resigned in wanting to make a certain someone happy with her...”

“Tell me about it,” he huffed, “I just want my friends to have a Merry Christmas.”

“Well…maybe you could start by giving them the greatest Christmas gift of all…”

“What’s that?”

Mr. Radison smiled as he began to sing, knowing exactly how the study group was going to fall into his trap.

All because of a very vulnerable Abed Nadir.

“Mr. Rad plans on getting every single member of our study group to join the Glee Club!” Annie said as she disappeared behind a curtain to change into a costume.  Jeff’s brows furrowed as he looked around, surprised that he’d been brought to the costume department.

“I don’t know how that’s gonna happen!” he said softly, “not only do we all have plans, but all of us seem to be in agreement that we don’t want to do that stupid pageant…so I don’t get how it could work.”

“It’s a great plan that Mr. Rad set up.  Here, ’ll show you!” she said openly, stepping out from behind the curtain in a Mrs. Claus costume complete with black thigh highs.

His eyes went wide. 

“Wh-“

“This is just one of the many costume changes I’ll be doing for the show,” she said quickly, playing with the bottom hem of her dress, “we’re a shoo-in for regionals, right?”

“Annie, you too?” he asked, stepping forward, more confused now than ever, “this is beneath you!  You are an intelligent woman.  Also, you’re Jewish!”

“I guess I have a lot to learn about holiday tradition then,” she said innocently enough, while putting a boa around her shoulders.  She began to shimmy against the curtain as she started singing, “teach me how to understand Christmas.”

“Annie…”

She moved to the fabric cart and pushed it over towards him, before grabbing a bolt of fabric and holding it in front of her pubic bone, “show me how to open a box.”

“Annie…stop…”

“It hurts my little head, when I’m lying in my bed, with visions of sugar plum socks?” she sang.

“Is this a bit?”

“Teach me how to understand Christmas,” she smiled, walking him back to the chair and sitting him down.  She wrapped her boa around his shoulders and stepped between his legs, “do I trim the tree, or the deer?  I can’t keep it straight, and now it’s getting late.  Where do the stockings go?  HERE?  I can’t see!”

She put the stocking over her head, before pulling it up into a hat, “what’s a Christmas eve? Is that Santa’s lady?  Or snowmen cold or hot?  Won’t you be my daddy, I’m a silly Christmas baby.  Tell me what to deck, hehe.  Cause I forgot.”

“Annie, get off…I’m with Tawney!” he said firmly, shifting so that he pushed her off his lap. 

“OOOF!” she hmphed, falling to the floor.  She turned around and crawled on her hands and knees, bucking as she went, “brain hurty undie-stand-y Cwistmas.  Mistletoe for eaty taste good?”

“Annie stop!” Jeff demanded, slapping the mistletoe out of her hands.

“You smarty, me dumb! Help pwetty have fun.  Boopy doopy doop boop sex!” she exclaimed, grabbing the front of his head and pulling it towards her chest while she straddled his leg. 

“Eventually you hit a point of diminishing returns on sexiness.”

“What’s a dimini-“ she began, but ended up babbling as she played with the hem of her dress once more.

“Annie…this isn’t working on me…” he sighed, gently guiding her back off his leg, “I-I’m with Tawney.  She’s my girlfriend, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I-I’m in love, and I don’t want anyone else other than her.  I’m in love with her!  And you can’t break that up, or try to get me to join Glee Club with some half-witted attempt of sex appeal…”

Annie stared at him blankly as he stood up and he removed his hands from her, “you’re a sweet girl…but this-it’s not what I want.”

Jeff sighed contentedly as his arms pulled you even closer.

“Jeff…I-I have to go…”

“But baby, it’s cold outside…” he hummed against your ear.  You closed your eyes, and snuggled into him, not entirely wanting to leave yourself.

“I really must go!”

“Baby, it’s cold outside!” he hummed yet again, pressing a series of kisses down your throat.  Your eyes opened as you realized he wasn’t just responding to you.

He was singing. 

You could hear him humming the melody.

“Jeff…”

“Mind if I move in closer?”

“Jeffrey…ar-are you singing?”

He continued to hum happily against your side.

You didn’t want to fall into it. 

But the warmth of his fireplace against you, combined with the warmth radiating off him.  It almost seemed like too much. 

His lips covered yours as you whispered your answer and began to hum along to his melody. 

“We’re a shoo-in for regionals, Tawney…”

Chapter 14

Tag List:  @lohnes16, @mckeeee-1

#down the rabbit hole #greendale community college #greendale #community show #troy community #abed community #community #troy and abed #abed nadir #troy barnes #pierce hawthorne #shirley bennett #annie edison #britta perry #jeff winger

[asm5129]

Flash thoughts 9x05

BATWOMAN IS BACK BITCHES

God it’s great to see Javicia back in the suit. 

Red Death was fantastic this episode, though I’m actually a little upset we got so much of Red Death Ryan and so little of OUR Ryan. Don’t get me wrong it was amazing to see Javicia back in the Arrowverse at all, and she killed it as red death, but i just wish we got more of a Flash/Batwoman team-up. Kinda feel a little cheated on that.

Also didn’t Ryan literally DISAPPEAR ON PATROL? What the hell happened to that? she’s just back suddenly and we don’t know why she disappeared or where she was. She wasn’t captured by Red Death, she just disappeared for a few weeks then just...reappeared? And there’s no details on why or how or where she was? the hell? 

Still, Red Death was super threatening--though they should have directed Javicia to stay calm more, i think she regularly came off far more threatening calm. And man, that goddamn voice changer. I don’t like that at all. To take away the voice AND face really hurts the actors ability to act. It’s worked for Thanwe and Zoom, and Savitar a little bit, but beyond that it’s lost all appeal for me. 

Honestly I’m just kinda shocked the Red Death storyline seems to be over? I was kinda under the impression she’d be a season long Big Bad, due to how the Graphic Novel format--where the season is split into two or even three major arcs/threats, rather than a single one--was created to make sure over the course of 22 episode seasons they would avoid another Cicada situation, where a villain ends up feeling that their time as a threat has been artificially extended past the time it feels like Team flash should have a handle on things. It was a fantastic call for 22 episode seasons, but I’ll be honest I did not think they would continue that in a 13 episode season. Red Death was definitely great, and this was a great last episode that really sold her threat level, but it does feel like this whole thing happened awfully quick. Luckily she IS just over in Iron Heights, so her story probably isn’t COMPLETELY over.

My initial thoughts about the line “Justice will be served” line paid off pretty damn well though. shouldn’t have given her the I Am Vengeance line. I get that this is Ryan Wayne and that’s an iconic Batman line, but in her mind this is not about vengeance, and that’s a really interesting concept i wish was explored more. Ah well. C’est la vie.

I’m assuming Red Death’s telepathic powers were artificial like her speed, since she said she spent tons of time studying her enemies abilities and working to replicate them. Wish it was clarified though, cuz it was weird to see Red Death with powerful psychic abilities all of a sudden when they weren’t there before. 

Or just make it all Grodd? Rather than giving Ryan psychic abilities he boosted, maybe just make him the source of the psychic stuff that she used in her plan. Regardless, not the worst thing ever, just a little weird.

Speaking of Grodd, he makes his grand return here, and i think it’s pretty solid! I don’t think forgetting about Grodd was his BIGGEST mistake--there’s a lot of contender' for that spot, this doesn’t even crack Top Five--so that was a weird line. BUT I do like how he’s used as a way to get Barry to reflect on his form of heroism, and have faith that Grodd is no longer who he used to be. Find it a little weird he questioned whether the Rogues were able to change? I dunno it just felt a little artificial for Barry to question his ability to bring out the good in people this far in, but i do like (most of) the talk he had with Joe. So happy these kinds of emotional, inspirational talks are so much rarer, two seasons ago they were happening every 5 minutes and they lost any impact because of it. This instead let both Barry and Joe reflect on their relationships to and impacts on one another, and it’s very sweet. And i do like the decision he comes to in order to raise Jenna safely, but not take away Cecile from her rise into heroism or abandon his family.

Regardless, it all works quite well, and Grodd giving Barry the speed back he gave him three years ago was a fun detail. Plus tying it into the continued fallout of Crisis was a nice touch. 

Allegra and Chuck are FINALLY official so it’s nice to have that story done after building it up for so long, though there’s not much time to explore that so we’ll see what comes next for them.

And the weirdness with Khione kept up this week, which seemingly is going to lead directly into next week!

All in all, pretty solid episode. Some pretty large flaws, but not unforgivable ones. 

I’d probably rate the Red Death Arc 5 out of 10 if i had to put a number on it, but that’s mainly because it was only 5 episodes and don't really have the time to do itself justice rather than the fact that it was actually mediocre. 

oh yeah and Iris is pregnant early

#red death #flash thoughts #the flash #the flash season 9 #batwoman cw #batwoman is back #WestAllen #gorilla grodd #joe west #khione #ryan wilder

[daysofourlivesrecaps]

Friday, 14 July 2023

A couple of weeks ago, I thought I might be getting a little burned out on this show. At the very least, I wasn’t feeling particularly engaged in most of the plots, which didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

Boy, it did not take them long to turn THAT around.

Let’s start with Marlena, who’s still confronting Kristen over the whereabouts of Rachel (Kristen’s daughter, Marlena’s granddaughter). Kristen continues to insist that she has no idea where Rachel could be.

Then she pivots to that old standby: “but hypothetically, if I did know where she was, I might be more inclined to tell you if there was something in it for me.”

Marlena is, as I have mentioned many times, the moral center of this show (when she isn’t possessed by the Devil, anyway — and it’s been over a year since that was true). But she’s been making some pretty weird choices lately. Like this one, where she just agrees to Kristen’s hypothetical scenario and swears to use her Main Character powers to convince Brady to revisit the custody agreement that currently doesn’t allow Kristen to see her daughter at all.

So Marlena leaves to do that. And then someone emerges from the secret room. OH NO, IT’S A BEAR!!

Oh, whew. It’s not a bear. It’s just the daughter that Kristen is illegally hiding here. That’s entirely fine.

Apparently Rachel was hiding in plain sight up in the attic, amidst a vast assortment of stuffed animals that we apparently don’t have the budget to show.

They have, by my accounting, paid for two bear suits now, though: this child-sized one, and the adult-sized Duke. Duke’s heyday was a storyline from over a year ago, but he still makes the occasional appearance — one as recently as a couple of months ago!

Marlena finds Brady and Belle chatting in the town square and goes over her “just give custody back to Kristen and she’ll tell us where Rachel” plan. 

Brady thinks this is a terrible plan and so does Belle, but Marlena has Therapist Powers and Main Character Powers and, over these two particular people, Mom Powers, so there’s absolutely no way they can resist. My god, no wonder Satan keeps coming after this woman. She has an entire town under her thrall.

So Belle uses her Lawyer Powers to draw up a new custody agreement. 

Which Brady then takes over to Kristen.

Then, after making a big show of having Kristen sign it, he tears it up in her face.

Which… is a highly impractical way to make your point, but also, 10/10 for handling it in the most melodramatically soapish way possible.

And while all of this really was quintessential soap stuff that really delivers everything you want out of a show like this… trust me when I tell you that it was the much less interesting B-story today.

First, we pick up where we left off with Lani confronting Jerry about his part in Abe’s disappearance.

Lani might only be on temporary furlough from prison, but she’s still one hell of a detective. Jerry endures her questioning for all of about thirty seconds before essentially collapsing to the floor in a fetal position, weeping openly and confessing every last detail of Nurse King’s very stupid plan.

Meanwhile, at the hospital, Nurse King is being questioned by Steve.

She also folds almost immediately, but her plan is to just throw Jerry under the bus and resume fleeing town with Abe’s poor, drugged-up body.

So they’re all getting pretty close to finding Abe, who’s still zonked out on Nurse King’s couch watching Body and Soul. AND NOW HE’S SEEING HIS OWN ACTUAL SELF IN THE SHOW.

This is the dumbest thing I have ever seen and I love it so much. Best of all, they actually deliver on everything that “beloved character recovering from amnesia think’s he lives in a soap that exists inside our soap” promises. Up to and including an appearance by a fictionalized version of his wife, Paulina!

Jackée (best known for the 80s sitcom 227) has always looked great on Days, but her Body and Soul appearance is some real next-level shit. Honestly, sometimes I find myself wishing she was a little better at selling some of the heavier emotional stuff on this show but this camp comedy stuff is completely her wheelhouse and She. Fucking. Nails it.

TV Abe sort-of recognizes his wife, and other elements of his actual existence start seeping into the show. He even starts to remember that he and Paulina have a daughter together: Lani.

Fictional Paulina (whom they’ve given the surprisingly not-over-the-top name Sandra Clarkington) doesn’t know what he’s talking about. They’ve never even met before, so how could they possibly have a daughter?

But then Abe’s viewing is abruptly interrupted by a tap-tap-tapping on Nurse King’s chamber door and IT’S LANI! HIS ACTUAL DAUGHTER! SHE FOUND HIM!

Days of Our Lives, I am truly sorry that I ever doubted you.

#days of our lives #dool #peacock #soap opera

[tomorrowsdrama]

So, I watched episodes 5 and 6 of Tomorrow. The first 15 minutes of episode 1 didn’t grab me and I really had no interest in watching the drama past oohing and ahhing at how fabulous Kim Hee Sun and Lee Soo Hyuk look in gif sets. Oh god and they are so fabulous. I want to wear everything KHS wears and seeing her pink hair makes me miss my pastel haired days too. However, I got interested again after seeing gif sets of eps 5-6 which seemed to reveal/hint more at Kim Hee Sun and Lee Soo Hyuk’s past life and your girl LIVES for that kind of stuff.

Anyway, I watched the two episodes and this drama is perfect as something I turn on to help me get through a work out. It’s fun enough to keep me distracted but I’m not so invested that I have to pay attention all the time. This dramas’s approach to issues like suicide, depression, trauma, despair, etc. is…very simplistic to put it nicely. Ok so yes, maybe people can be talked off the ledge with the right words/if someone shows them that they care in their most desperate moments. But then…what are they supposed to do after that? Their issues don’t just disappear after they regain their will to live but the drama seems to make you think otherwise. Like the singer in episode 5. Are we to believe that after his dead wife talked him out of killing himself, all that grief, loneliness, and despair he felt after having all his loved ones die before him just resolved itself?

Frankly, all of these people need a lot of therapy and grief counseling. Yeah, this is a fantasy drama about grim reapers so it’s not meant to be realistic and no one has the time or desire to watch scenes of someone going through uncomfortable therapy sessions. I understand dramas aren’t supposed to be tutorials on how to deal with mental health issues. but given that this drama seems to be trying to shine light on South Korea’s problem of high suicide rates and maybe help viewers through their own difficulties in life/give them hope/teach them empathy for others…it wouldn’t hurt to give it a bit more I don’t know…nuance? A little nudge towards seeking ongoing professional help to teach you healthy coping mechanisms? (I’ve only seen eps 5-6 and part of ep 1 so I will take this back if they touched upon this in the episodes I didn’t watch).

I’m not surprised that it’s based on a webtoon. When watching, it felt like I was watching an anime. It kinda has the same kind of…shall I say, earnestness and simplicity? It makes sense why my teenage niece would be into it. And Rowoon is like a typical male character from a shounen manga - kinda naive and bumbling, very noisy, the “rule breaker” newbie, and completely ruled by his feelings. I’m talking like, all caps FEELINGS.

But perhaps I’m being a bit too critical. This is a fantasy drama after all and is obviously meant to be a bit more feel-good/lighthearted despite the heavier subject matter. It’s an episodic/case of the week kind of drama where each case is neatly tied up with a bow and a “happy” ending so the format lends itself to a more simplistic approach. With that in mind, to continue to harp on about how the suicide cases are so easily resolved would be like going to McDonald’s and being pissed that the burger patty is not made out of wagyu beef and cooked to perfection.

To be fair, it’s not a bad drama when you adjust your expectations. The world building is interesting and I actually enjoyed the story in episode 6. I liked that it was more of a reflection on the old man’s life to show him that his life did have value.

However…WHY THE HELL IS THERE SO LITTLE OF LEE SOO HYUK?! No amount of readjusting my expectations for the drama will ever justify the severe lack of LSH’s screen time. Ok, this man has got some mf-ing presence and onscreen charisma. Rowoon honey, I love you, you’re really tall/big, cute, and harmless but LSH is sex on legs y’all. Seriously, give us more LSH! And where are his famous choco abs? Show me that cold iceberg of a man who’s a stickler for rules melting and breaking all the rules for KHS. Give us the ill-fated lovers of a past life meeting again in the underworld turning from lovers to enemies to lovers storyline that we all deserve you cowards!

Anyway, those are my very long thoughts on Tomorrow based on just two episodes and a bunch of gif sets I saw on tumblr that nobody asked for. I’ll probably continue to watch it while working out since it helps the time and suffering pass by faster.

#mbc tomorrow #kim hee sun #lee soo hyuk #kdrama

[bakugoukatsukiswife]

Girl’s Best Friend

A/N: Y’all I really love @carlychrisfarley​ to write this cause this was something, something indeed. But basically she wanted Bakugou in a scenario where he gets turned into a dog and then when he finally gets turned back, some smutty things happen involving a very well-known sexual position. Who am I to deny her that though? Big shoutout to @lordexplosionsextra​ for making sure this was amazing. 

Warnings: Smut, 18+. 

Words: 1,953

Your boyfriend, Bakugou was a very stubborn man. He didn’t back away from a challenge-no matter what it was. That included diving headfirst into missions even without back-up, he could be reckless and you knew this. Although that still didn’t stop your shock when Kirishima came by your house with a Shiba Inu on his hands-and no Bakugou. 

“Uh.. so not to alarm you, but this is Bakugou.” Kirishima said as he motioned to the blonde dog that seemed to have the same snarl that was always on Bakugou’s face. You blinked a few times to register what he had said before laughing, clearly not falling for the joke that Bakugou and Kirishima were pulling on you. 

“There’s no way you guys are fooling me, I know Katsuki is just hiding somewhere,” you said as you started to come outside, eyes scanning the area for the unruly head of blonde hair you had run your fingers through countless times. When you didn’t see him, you looked back at Kirishima and realized that he was being completely serious. You looked down at the Shiba again and the dog came towards you, his snarl disappearing as he licked at your hand as if to say, “yes, it really is me, dumbass. No prank here,”. 

“What the hell happened?” You asked Kirishima as you let them both inside, plopping down on the couch as Kirishima sat across from you and Katsuki jumped up on the couch, resting himself against you, his head on your lap. 

“Bakugou rushed in-as always,” Kirishima started and Bakugou let out a huff in frustration before Kirishima continued. “Bakugou rushed ahead and the villain used their quirk on him, they can make the person turn into whatever animal they want. It could last a few days, weeks to months.” Kirishima explained and your heart sank at the fact that your boyfriend could be a dog for months on end. Katsuki could sense your mood and let out a low whine, licking at your hand to give you a sense of comfort and a form of apology. Luckily, Kirishima was nice enough to stop and get a few things like a leash, bowls and toys for Bakugou’s state so you could likely process what had happened. 

In your daze, you hadn’t realized that Kirishima had left until Bakugou nudged at your hand with his head and you blinked before looking down at Katsuki, his eyes focused on you. You pet the top of his head, his ears twitching slightly at the new sensation and you smiled when he huffed in approval. 

“Want to watch some TV?” You asked him, giggling when he let out a short bark as if to say yes before you turned on a show that you two had been binging the past few nights. Bakugou curled closer into you, his fur brushing against you. This was going to be interesting. 

A few days had passed and Bakugou was still the cutest Shiba ever-although you really wanted your boyfriend back. Although he was a cute dog, he was stubborn and wouldn’t listen to you at all. Especially when you tried to give him baths after he would go outside and roll around in the dirt. He was still very protective of you so that was pretty cute, sometimes anyway. You had a feeling that you would definitely try to convince Katsuki into getting a dog after this though. You enjoyed having a furry little friend around. 

“Katsuki, are you ready to go on your walk?” You asked from the door, slipping your shoes on and grabbing his leash. You heard a bark and heard the patter of paws before Bakugou appeared in front of you, allowing you to leash him after struggling for a good few minutes. Little shit. You took Bakugou outside, allowing him to lead as he started to sniff at the flowerbeds in the neighborhood. You heard a call of your name and looked up to see Denki and Kirishima headed your way with a wave, to which you returned. Bakugou returned to you, acting as a sort of barrier between you and the boys. 

“Oh man, that quirk still hasn’t worn off?” Kirishima asked you, his red eyes filled with sympathy. 

“Nope, but he at least cuddles me without complaining now.” You joked, causing Bakugou to huff as he showed his annoyance. Kirishima and Denki continued to talk to you, but you could feel Bakugou tugging at the leash to signal that he was ready to head back to the house and you could swear you heard him let out a growl when Kirishima gave your head a pat, the leash being pulled tighter. After finally saying bye to the boys, Bakugou pulled you back to the house and you frowned when you sat down on the couch, expecting Bakugou to jump in your lap but he stalked off to the bedroom. Shrugging, you made your way to the bathroom as you passed a sulking Bakugou on the bed and started to strip, turning on the shower before you heard the patter of paws and Bakugou patiently sitting on the floor. 

“I’m guessing you’re going to stay in here?” You questioned as you threw your shorts aside, watching as Bakugou barked as if saying “duh!”. You smiled before stepping in the shower, turning on the music from your phone from the shower speaker. You hummed to yourself before lathering some of your favorite body wash in your hands, jumping when you heard a familiar voice in your ear. 

“Need some help, princess?” Bakugou questioned, giving you his signature smirk when you turned to face him. You touched his face, pushing at his cheeks slightly to make sure that it was actually Bakugou and not your touch starved imagination playing tricks on you. 

“It’s me, dumbass. The quirk wore off,” Bakugou said, his voice slightly muffled from your hands. As if you didn’t believe him, you trailed your hands down to his perfect figure, fingers trailing over his abs and Bakugou chuckled. “I’m guessing you missed me a lot, huh?” 

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, you were cute as a dog. But, I really missed you,” you admitted as Bakugou pulled you close, your confession causing him to smile. 

“I missed you too, especially being able to touch you….” Bakugou said as his knuckles brushed against your cheek, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip as his red eyes seemed to glow with intensity. “So…, can I touch you?” He asks, his voice low as his eyes flicked down your body. As soon as you nodded, Bakugou’s lips were on yours and he had you pressed up against the shower wall. His lips were hot against yours, one of his hands traveling to your hair and you moaned when his fingers tangled in your locks. His tongue met your bottom lip and slowly slid inside your mouth, his other hand going to play with the sensitive bud that had been begging for attention since you heard his voice. 

“K-Katsuki,” you moaned against his lips as his fingers trailed down to your already slick folds to brush against them. 

“Hmm, are you that eager? You’re so cute, wanting me so badly.” He mumbled against your lips as his fingers easily slid into you, a quiet chuckle escaping his mouth at the way you squirmed. His index and pointer finger started to thrust in and out slowly, his face buried in your neck while your hand went to his hair, your skin already on fire. It wasn’t from the shower, but from Katsuki’s hold on you. He was like a drug you couldn’t get enough of. 

A moan escaped your mouth when Bakugou curled his fingers, the pads of them hitting that spongy spot inside of you that had you seeing stars in seconds. You could hear his voice in your ear asking if you were about to cum, and when you nodded he abruptly removed his fingers. You met his teasing red eyes as he sucked your juices off his fingers, a gasp escaping your throat as he suddenly picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as his lips latched to your neck. 

“Now, now, baby girl… I didn’t tell you that you could cum. I prefer to have you cum around my cock, anyway.” Bakugou whispered in your ear, his teeth tugging at the skin before he lined himself up with your entrance, his cockhead teasing against your folds. 

“Katsuki… p-please,” you beg, desperately trying to move against your boyfriend so you could get a small amount of friction. 

“You’re so fucking cute when you beg,” Bakugou said with a chuckle, a low groan escaping his mouth as he slowly pushed into you. He paused for a minute to let you adjust since it had been a bit before he started moving, a growl escaping his mouth as he bit down on your neck, his tongue soothing at the inflamed skin as his thrusts picked up the pace. 

“Fuck…” you moaned out at the way that Katsuki’s cock brushed along your walls, the angle he had you in making him hit your g-spot. Your hands found purchase in his hair, your fingers combing through the wet locks as the water hit the both of you. Bakugou continued to lick and suck at your neck, leaving dark marks as he never stopped his pace. You whined when you realized that he had stopped again, his hands cupping under your ass to keep you steady as he turned the shower off before taking you to the bedroom. 

“Katsuki?” You asked, taking your face from his neck to look up at him, a yelp leaving your lips as he tossed you gently on the bed. 

“Turn around,” Bakugou said, and you knew it was a command, not a question. You did as you were told, getting on your hands and knees, a shiver running through you when Bakugou’s hands spread your ass, allowing him full view of your dripping cunt. 

“You’re so fucking soaked for me, I fucking love it,” Bakugou said before lining himself up again, a growl escaping his throat at how tight you were as he sheathed himself inside you.“Shit, you’re so fucking tight.” You felt as Bakugou’s hand tangled in your hair, yanking you back so you were close to him as he thrust inside you, his other hand wrapped around your waist to keep you steady. The sounds of skin slapping against skin and you and Bakugou’s moans filled the air as he kept a constant pace inside of you, his balls slapping against you as he pressed sloppy kisses to your back. 

“Katsuki… your cock feels so good,” you whine, pleasure coursing through you when Bakugou’s hand in your hair tightens. 

“That’s right, you fucking love my cock, don’t you? You love my cock stretching you out as much as it can, hah?” Bakugou says with a groan as his thrusts become harder, faster. You’re only able to nod in agreement as your orgasm starts to wash over you in waves, your cunt clenching Bakugou’s dick as your juices drip onto the bed. “Fuck, (Y/N), I’m-.” Bakugou cuts off with a groan as he spills his seed into you, his head pressed into your back as he bites down at the skin; overwhelmed with the orgasm flooding his system. He pulled out of you and pulled you close to him before falling back onto the bed, pulling the covers up around you both. 

“Oh so even though you’re back to normal, you still want to cuddle?” You tease, hearing Bakugou scoff. 

“Shut up. I always want to cuddle you.”

#bakugou #katsuki bakugo #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki #bakugou x reader #mha x reader #bnha fanfiction #bnha smut #bnha x reader #mha smut #mha fanfiction #mha fanfic #ground zero x reader #bakugou smut #katsuki bakugou smut #kirishima x reader #deku x reader #denki x reader #my hero academia fanfic #boku no hero fanfic

[parchmentedpetrichor]

➳the girl in the lilac dress ♠ ♡

in which y/n meets fred's ex-girlfriend, days after fred confessed his love for her. there's still some confusion on the status of their relationship. angst -> fluff. narrated by you, y/n l/n.

fred weasley x fem!reader

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I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you

I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you

the girl in the lilac dress

i was in a good mood. on the way to work to receive my mission, i was humming a song that had just come out. it was catchy and worth the wait.

out of the corner of my eye, a lilac colour appeared suddenly. strange, i thought. it approached me, in the form of a beautiful woman. she had the lightest grey eyes and the smoothest milky-white skin, and the shiniest locks of dark brown hair. she walked in a flowy lilac gown, her slim model-like body walking in a model-like fashion.

i was pretty sure she wasn't headed towards me, but when her luxurious voice said "good morning" in the calmest tone possible to me, i looked at her confusedly.

"hi!" i replied brightly, smiling.

she smiled sinisterly, "my name is pretoria aphrodite, i'm fred's ex-girlfriend."

he hadn't ever mentioned an ex, but i knew he had dated quite a few people. she made me seem like a glass of water next to a glass of red wine, naive and ugly. i was those two things anyway.

"oh! i'm y/n l/n! nice to meet you, you do seem like a daughter of aphrodite," i said politely.

"darling, all women are daughters of aphrodite. i understand fred's interested in you?"

she observed me and i laughed.

"i don't think that's quite the word. he's my best friend."

"friends with benefits?"

"oh gosh no! i don't really know where we stand, honestly."

"bitter about it?"

i thought for a second, "nah, i couldn't be. love's a hard thing."

"it is, indeed, and you work for the ministry?"

i nodded, "head of the auror office. what about you?"

"i model for witch weekly."

i gasped, "you're the p. aphrodite? i should've known!"

"big fan?" she looked amusedly at me.

"my friends are, so naturally i am."

"you don't seem the type fred usually goes for."

"i wouldn't say he's even going for me," i said cautiously.

"you are much too cutesie for his type."

i glanced up at her. she was smiling kindly.

"pfft, but better cutesie than nothing, amirite?" i asked friendlily, "well it's been nice to talk with you, but i gotta hurry!"

"no worries, i'll come with you, i have some business at the ministry too. have you seen his past exes?"

"uhh, not really?"

"well they're all models for one magazine or another."

"oh, okay. and that's important because...?" i asked her carefully.

"i just thought you should know."

i laughed, "i'm not model material, am i? i don't mind at all."

she looks taken aback. "i would say, with longer hair," she plucked a hair out of my poor mess of locks, "and a shorter upper body, with perhaps lip fillers, you'd look model-like."

her tone was analysing and not at all attacking.

"only three things??" i asked, shocked.

"you are rather... pretty already," she mused, "not model-like, but cute."

we had reached the ministry.

"thanks, see you later!" she waved and disappeared.

all that was left was a buzzing fly which soon flew away.

i immediately dialled in my auror code in the red telephone box and was sent into hermione granger's office.

"'mione! how good to see you!" i hugged her.

"hello y/n!"

in the ministry and the auror department, the head of the auror office was probably more important than the minister for magic. i didn't know why. she had brought me a cup of hot chocolate.

"thanks, 'mione, you didn't need to. what's the mission today?"

"two babies are being held hostage in a coded location by a person who calls themselves the light lord. dark lord, light lord, y'know?" she handed me a coded piece of parchment.

i thoughtfully pondered, "the light lord. who do you need?"

"i was hoping you go on this mission, then you could give me some news on this light lord person."

"that's doable. we'll need to bring in hepole and a ministry official to negotiate passports and such. and a strong auror team."

"right on it. i'll get wally becker and charlotte-ann becker. they're a force to be reckoned with on the borders."

"how much experience?"

"they're twins, been doing this for about fifty years now."

"perfect. and hepole?"

"on the way."

"thanks, minister," i winked at her, getting out my telephone and dialling the disguise unit.

"hello, poplinn speaking."

"pop, we need a few disguises. light lord."

"miss l/n! o-of course!"

"and pop?"

"y-yeah?"

"call me y/n."

i hung up, dialling harry's office.

"harry, call draco and be in my office in ten minutes. i don't care what business he's doing with scorpius, we've got babysitters here. light lord, perhaps a second of voldemort."

"of course."

i picked up the ringing phone that was in the corner of hermione's office.

"y/n, me and scorpy are having a zoo day, we're at the muggle zoo you suggested."

"sorry dray, but it's important."

"there's no one else?"

"there are others, but we need your expertise."

there was a pause, "i won't need to show my dark mark?"

"it's fading anyway. no."

"i'll be paid?"

"in hundreds."

"how old are the children?"

"2 and 4," hermione said.

the silence told me he was sold.

"i'll be there."

i picked up the big microphone and said, "auror unit 156 to the brief room. no need to bring anything. see you there!"

"good luck," hermione grimly said, "be safe, head."

"mhm and cup o' coffee tomorrow? if i survive, that is," i grinned.

"'course."

i smiled, "c'ya!"

she was shaking her head.

"oi, no disappointment, 'mione! i was the one who got the ministry out of paperwork!"

"burning paper doesn't count, y/n."

"it wasn't burning paper, hermione granger, it was arson."

"no, it was the saddest form of arson i've ever seen."

"hey! that's rude."

"just go on your mission already."

i laughed, "on it, minister. kalle?"

kalle looked at me, "yes?"

"tell miss minister to take a break and play a game or something, will you?"

she smiled, "okay."

"give my thanks to your mother too, loved the cookies!"

"alright, good luck, head!"

"thanks, bye!"

i apparated to the brief room, where everyone was strapped into special camouflage clothes.

i handed hepole the parchment and immediately began briefing the unit, harry and draco, on the mission.

"please be safe out there. if you're injured, apparate or travel back here, okay?"

i looked at hepole.

he cleared his throat, "they're in albania. the forest there."

"okay. harry and draco will provide attacking forces," the two nodded.

"i want lopex, quentin blake, quentin grill and hilly to break into any establishment," i say to the team, "and eron, hawks, melv, argonas to hold the offender hostage. johnathan, team healer as always. i'll take the children. hepole, you come and accompany us till the forest, then you have my permission to stay back, and beckers, stay invisible with the cloak, write a report for the minister when you come back, understand? have faith, team! i believe in you. we travel by apparition with the machine in three minutes. call your family, chat, have a snack, drink some water, and relax."

i picked up my telephone and dialled my parents.

"hi mum, dad, i'm going on a mission!"

"alright, be safe sweetie," my mum called.

"yeah, don't die kiddo," my dad added.

"right right, i love you, bye!"

the mission was successful. we rescued the children and sent the kidnapper to trial for azkaban. i escaped with a gash on my forearm, but quickly fixed it up with a spell. it ended late in the evening, so the team healer had gone home. the wound kept opening again, but i wasn't sure if it needed stitches.

putting everything away and making sure the aurors were okay, i headed back to the apartment i shared with fred.

i felt emotionally and physically drained, ready to enjoy a good shower and a good late dinner.

when i fiddled with the key to the door and opened it, my heart absolutely stopped.

pretoria aphrodite was kissing fred passionately. i felt my heart fall ten thousand flights of stairs in disappointment. of course. i was all a rebound who was pathetically in love with him.

when they stopped and saw me, pretoria smirked and fred stood up, astounded.

"uhh, continue? sorry," i apologised awkwardly.

"wait, y/n, it's not what it looks like-" he said.

"i don't mind, be safe," i smiled, too tired and too weak to do anything, closing the door and feeling tears well up in my eyes as i took my bag and myself somewhere. anywhere away from this all. my wound burned. i cursed under my breath as i made my way to st mungo's.

"y/n, you should have come here earlier!" yvonne, my friend, says, as she slowly injects a needle into me, "it's infected! and it needs stitches."

i laughed, "everything needs stitches. this is why i didn't become a healer, yvonne."

she shook her head in dismay.

"lol."

i watched the needle go in.

then she stitched the bloody mess of a wound up, cleaning it gently.

"now i can't stay, y/n," i pouted, "no, don't give me that face, i have other patients."

i nodded, "thanks yvonne."

"no problems. take care. you're too reckless."

"am not!"

she laughed. "that's funny."

after the trip to st mungo's which was pretty short, i wondered what to do. my mind kept floating to the scene i had just witnessed.

i was just the stupid, stupid, girl he used as a rebound. he didn't even use me as a real rebound, just someone who was simply infatuated with him to help him forget his unforgettable ex.

looking at a shop window, i caught a glimpse of myself. i hated being insecure but it happened.

i looked ugly. eyes too small, nose too big, lips not full enough. my thighs touched and i didn't have abs. i had a long gash running down my forearm, surrounded by other cuts. my hair was messy and disgusting. compared to the angel on earth pretoria was, i was nothing. small and plain was nothing when luxurious and beautiful was present.

and it hurt. my heart hurt. my head hurt.

i shook my head gently of my thoughts, chuckling bitterly.

fred weasley was completely and utterly out of my league.

whatevs, i thought. hurting was fine.

deciding to get over him once and for all, i bought some groceries and apparated to the doorstep of lee and alicia's glamorous cottage.

i knocked twice on the door. "hellooo!" i called out.

"baby, can you get that?" lee asked alicia.

alicia opened the door, smiling as she saw me.

"hey ali!"

"hi! come in!"

at first glance i could tell she knew something wrong.

"can i sleep here tonight? and take a shower? and eat some of your food please guys? and maybe steal a shirt i left here for safekeep? and maybe use your telephone? i'm really sorry for troubling you, so i got you guys snacks."

i was the second cousin by marriage of lee. it was good overall, but he was super naughty.

"snacks?"

"your favourites."

"then i guess you can," he said cheekily and i laughed.

"alicia, i don't know how or why you ended up with this child, but i'm glad you did," i told her and she laughed heartily.

"he's cute, isn't he?"

"no," i quickly stepped into the guest bedroom and took a long shower, letting a few tears slip but not enough so that it looked like it. i was subtle.

i bundled up in heavy clothing and wrapped my hair in a towel.

gingerly, i bandaged the wound.

by the snores in the other room, lee was asleep. i crept out quietly, going to cook something.

alicia was sitting down, with my favourite comfort meal prepared. i felt tears of appreciation well up in my eyes.

"thank you, ali, i love you."

"you damn well do."

we both giggled.

"what happened?" she asked me.

"nothing. i just wanted a change."

"from fred? liar. i'll ask again. what happened, y/n?"

"just a long mission, that's all."

"after long missions you usually watch movies with fred."

"couldn't i visit my best friend and my cuz?"

"you visit us on weekends. it's a friday."

"well i wanted to visit you!"

"bullshit."

"is it that hard to believe?"

"what the fuck did fred do to you?"

"nothin'?"

"c'mon y/n, you have to tell me. there's a reason why you didn't go to angie and george's tonight."

"i went here because they're super kissy. you guys have space and act normally. i appreciate that."

"you're awesome at lying."

"i'm not lying!"

"does this happen to involve pretoria aphrodite?"

i nodded, sighing, "she's so nice and pretty." i played with my food.

"i bumped into her. she's pretty, but not nice."

"oh?"

"she called me fiercely ugly. she forgot i model for witch weekly too."

"what did you say back?"

"i told her to fuck off."

i laughed, "she was very nice to me. but next time i see her imma kill her."

"of course she was nice to you, you're a lil angel! anyway, she's an animagus, didya know?"

"whoa how did you know?"

"caught her in a jar. she's a fly. who do you think told hermione to catch rita skeeter in the jar?"

i laughed, "rita skeeter is a beetle! gosh, she's annoying."

"what did fred and pretoria do?"

"nothing."

"please tell me?"

"they-" i swallowed, "they were kissing, and so i came here because i didn't wanna watch anymore."

"hang on, he told you he loved you a few days ago?"

i nodded.

"that doesn't seem right."

i shrugged, "pretoria's better than me. i don't blame him."

"his mother would kill him!"

i shrugged again, "i don't think he was legit when he said that."

"molly weasley, y/n!"

"look, he can explain it to you, i don't even wanna hear it. the first stage of mourning is denial, they say."

"doesn't mean it's good."

"denial is awesome. it's ignorance, but you choose to be stupid. i'm already so stupid!" i groaned, covering my face with my hands, "so so so so so so so stupid, foolish, dumb, and i don't want you to tell me i'm not because i know i am. pathetic."

i gobbled down the rest of the meal, "ths 's delicous," i said, swallowing, "g'night!"

"don't be afraid to let it all out."

"yeah."

i shut the door softly, before brushing my teeth and collapsing exhaustedly on the bed, nodding off quickly.

the next day, i woke at 4am, and put on new clothes, apparating to the phone box and filling out paperwork for the missions yesterday.

i joined hermione quickly, handing her a cappucino and sipping my mocha.

"court sitting this early?" she asked me.

i nodded, "mistake of sirius black, now they do all court sittings within 24 hours of arrest."

"that's smart."

"yeah. it's good. he's obviously guilty right? just a dust of veritaserum to bring it all out?"

"i reckon he'll just confess."

"criminals don't go down easily."

"you guys did a spotting job. the children were unharmed."

"are they here today?"

"they're in st mungo's. being monitored."

"parents?"

"dead."

"oh gosh, those poor children. what's going to happen to them?"

"someone's adopting them, wally becker and his wife."

"that's awesome."

the court hushed as we entered the room. hermione and i shared amused glances and began the sitting.

he was found to be guilty and was chucked in azkaban.

"what an idiot, sending a message like that."

"yup," i chuckled, "what with hepole in our ministry, they never escape."

we laughed.

"how's everything with ron?" i asked her.

"i don't know if he's still into me?"

i almost laugh at her statement, "bro. of course he is."

"i never see him."

"then see him more!"

"how? i'm so busy!"

"busy enough for ron?" we both took sandwiches from the canteen lady with courteous smiles and words.

we sat down at the cafeteria.

"i guess not, but he's busy!"

"busy enough for you?"

"i guess not."

"'xactly."

"but he might not wanna go on a date."

"why? the boy's obsessed with you, 'mione!"

the aurors and ministry workers looked at us in fear as i rose up. i chuckled.

i immediately skipped over to the telephone, putting in the WWW's number.

"y/n! what on earth are you doing?" hermione said in a panicked tone.

"nothing to be worried 'bout."

"hello?" it was george. i thanked the heavens for that.

"yolo george, give the phone to your lil bro please."

"'kay."

hermione was gaping at me. i smirked at her.

"y/n?"

"hey ron, i want you to meet me in rosemary park at 5pm today."

"o-okay."

"could you also bring hermione's favourite snacks and wear an extra jumper?"

"what? why?"

"i'm curious, that's all," i said, "see you there!"

"is that y/n?" i heard fred's voice.

"nup, it isn't," i replied.

and with that, i hung up.

"hey 'mione?"

she was glaring at me, "what."

"meet me at rosemary park at 5pm?" i batted my eyelashes at her, before bursting out in laughter.

she laughed, "i love you."

"pfft, love ya too. you really are too careful. like he would reject you."

"what do you think i should wear?"

"let's go off work early today, at 3," i suggested, "we're both on top of our work anyway."

"okay! you wanna go now?"

"it's 11?"

"yeah!"

"alrighty! kalle!"

kalle turned to us, "yes?"

"hi! me and minister are going out to talk about the mission."

"alright, bye."

we apparate to hogsmeade.

"what theme do you wanna go for?"

"hmm," she thought for a second, "floral!"

"alrighty!" i fumbled for my cell phone and dialled the WWW's again.

"hello?" it was fred this time.

"heyo freddie," i said to him like nothing had ever happened, "tell ron to dress up at 5 pm in something cute but not too out there, preferably in florals or somethin', and he better bring me hermione's favourite flowers."

"wha? if he's going with you then- ohhhh."

"thanks, bye."

"wait!"

"mhm?"

"can we talk?"

"erm- about what exactly?"

"everything."

i sighed, "later, okay? i'm out with hermione and you've got work."

"okay. have a good time, lovely."

"you too."

i was utterly confused. here he was one day kissing pretoria, and now he was calling me lovely?

what the hell was going on?

"let's go, mione!"

we went and bought her a pretty pink dress with white lilies adorning it. it was cute and definitely casual, sort of like a sundress.

"what if he doesn't come?" hermione chewed on her lip.

"hermione jean granger, we both know that ron is absolutely definitely a thousand times head over heels in love with you. he wouldn't ditch you for the world! and look at you! anyone can see he's lucky to have you! you both are star-crossed. when has he ever ever ditched you?"

"with lav brown."

"lavender, she's, she's dead, hermione," i said carefully, "fenrir greyback bit her to death. it was a tragic, heroic, death. she was listed in the extended casualties sent to my office a few months after the battle. i think she's watching down on us from wherever she is up there."

"she's dead?"

"yeah," i replied sadly, "life is so short."

"yeah."

"what i'm tryna say, is that that might've happened, but it won't happen again now that he knows you love him and he loves you. understand?"

"yeah."

"and love him well, for the sake of lavender brown."

"for the sake of lavender brown," she said, smiling.

"yup, now, light lord. his name is actually pont knight."

"pont knight?"

"former assistant of me."

"pont knight?"

"yeah, i know right."

"how did he go again?"

"oh, i fired him," i laughed.

"why?"

"smart guy but terribly lazy and he kept asking for promotions! like please do something if you want money."

"interesting."

"he moved to eastern europe to chase after the trendiness of the islands. i think it was just an excuse. he's changed. he used to be clean-shaven and have the blondest hair."

"do you think he did anything else?"

"we did put him on veritaserum, right?"

"yeah, but it's illegal to put someone on it for more than 10 minutes now in court sittings."

"we could go visit him in azkaban later? i'll take gregir."

"yeah, maybe tomorrow or the day after?"

i nodded, "'course. today is a rest day for the aurors right?"

she nodded, "yeah, half of the agency is at home or working out in the gym."

"good. sometimes this work is so tolling, 'mione."

"yeah, i heard from st mungo's you got hurt?" her eyes were concerned.

i rolled up my sleeve, "that's it."

"that's it? what do you mean, that's terrible! you need to take better care of yourself."

"well sometimes it's hard to. it was worth it."

we continued chatting until it was 4:30.

"oop!" she checked her watch, "i have to go!"

"good luck! tell me how it goes, minister! i'll head back to check if anyone's called for you or me and dust it all up."

"thanks. i owe you."

"nah. i owe my job to you. if minister for magic didn't exist, i wouldn't either. i love you 'mione, be safe!"

"love you too!"

i apparated to the phone box and typed my letters in.

with a whoosh, i immediately spotted two letters and a beeping phone. i answered the phone, solving the problem of the woman on the other end of the line and scribbled a reply to both of the letters.

i finished the paperwork and sent it off, then visited my office. it was piling with letters. i answered all of them, redirecting some of them to different departments, before calling everyone back.

i spotted some of the aurors from yesterday's mission sitting in the cafeteria and talking.

i sat down next to them, "how are you guys doing? any injuries?"

they shook their heads, "we've been spending time in the healer's office and just exercising lightly by the orders of johnny," argonas explained and i nodded.

"take it lightly, and go home if you want to. seeing family always helps the process, hopefully not too many nightmares?"

they laughed, "nightmares all the time, miss," hawk said lightly, "get used to it in this job."

i frowned, "have you tried speaking to doctor yvonne? she might have ways to solve nightmares."

"ahh, miss, sleeping draughts can only do so much," hawk replied cordially.

i laughed, "alright, hawkeye, but just make sure you're not getting traumatised okay? what about you, lopex, quentins?"

they shrugged.

"it's okay? the door was very hard to bust into," lopex said quietly, "we had to try several bombarding charms."

"now, lop, it was easy work!" draco said, sitting down, "hello, head auror, hello unit."

it brought on a cacophony of greetings.

"how are you doing, dray?" harry sat down next to him, "hi everyone!"

we all replied with more greetings and a steady conversation started and flowed for a couple of hours.

i felt my cell phone go off and i excused myself, noting it was 9pm already.

i apparated to the apartment doorstep, knocking on the door just in case anything was happening. i checked the caller id, it was hermione.

fred opened the door, hair messy, still good looking. i smiled at him, patting his shoulder as i ran to the ringing telephone and picked it up.

"y/n!" i could just hear the beam in hermione's voice.

"'mione! how did it go?"

"absolutely wonderful, head auror, ahhh, he's so cute!"

"what happened?" i asked, smiling already.

"well it was really cold when i saw the picnic blanket, which was matching my dress for some weird reason, and ron was there in the cutest button up and he looked so handsoME and he gave me a flower, he's always handsome but i just can't! ahhhh!" she squealed and i clapped my hands in excitement.

"and then i was shivering and he gave me hiS JUMPER and it smelled like him and oh my gosh i think i might just be in love, y/n!"

i giggled, "my cooling charm did work!"

"whaT y/n????"

cackling, i said, "continue, i wanna hear more this is so adorable!!!"

i ignored the dirty glance fred gave me, quietening my voice.

"and then we had food and he said he had cooked it himself and was being such a dear and i told him that i loved him over and over again!!!"

i squealed silently again.

"and, and, gosh my english has gone out of the window!"

"english is nothing compared to the language of love!!" i giggled.

"we watched the sunset whilst cuddling, and i fell asleep and then when i woke up i was in his bed and he was looking at me intently and i just, i'm the luckiest girl alive!"

"you are but you deserve it! that's so sweet! i'm happy for you goshhh, you are the cutest couple. you're both such darlings!"

"and then we watched a muggle movie and he got scared of the spiders and it was so adorable ahhhhHHHH!!!"

"that's the cutesttttt," i gushed.

another dirty look from fred. i gave him a frown back.

"and then he walked me home and it started raining and we kissed in the rain and another check off of my bucketlist and oh my gosh he's so perfect."

"oh gosh that's beautiful," i was smiling uncontrollably.

"anyway," her tone changed into one of mischief, "wanna meet up tomorrow to talk about it?"

"sure thing! when and where? i'll be there!"

"erm, lemme chec- think," i heard the suspicious rustling of papers.

"you're sus. let's just talk about it over the phone. i don't want anything weird."

"how about 10 am in the morning at the field of fireflies?"

"that's a highly romantic place, miss minister. isn't it for couples or something?"

"no? you must be talking about fiona farm."

oh. "yeah, probs, well okay, it better have good coffee. i'm dying of boredom too, does it have a playground??" i asked, hopefully crossing my fingers.

"nope."

"awww, shucks, i don't think i'll go then. you wanna come over though?"

"no please come! there's a surprise!"

i was sold, "lovely. i'll be there at 9:30!"

"no, no, don't do that."

"what the hell, hermione, you're being so suspicious!"

"i'm not, okay? just come on time, you won't regret it."

"if there's any funny business i'm not committing arson ever again."

"oh crap."

i sighed.

"just come anyway!!! good night cheerio!!!"

"what the-"

the line ended.

i frowned, noticing the glare fred gave me yet again.

"is everything okay??" i asked him.

"no," he said rudely.

"well, do you need any help?"

"no."

"how was your day?"

"fine."

i sighed, "okay."

"you called ron cute."

i laughed lightly, "that's it?? and so what's kissing a girl huh, nothing? i called him cute because he treats 'mione like a goddess, because she is a goddess, for goodness sake. and he is cute, in a completely objective way," i added absentmindedly, "all you weasleys are."

he frowned.

"she kissed me!"

"oh i don't mind, i couldn't. my two braincells can't handle it. you kiss whoever you wanna, okay? live, laugh, love, and all that." i smiled.

he was silent.

"and we can talk after i meet up with hermione, okay?"

"okay."

"we don't needa if you don't wanna, of course. g'night."

"have a nice sleep."

the next morning, i got up and went to the field of fireflies or whatever.

it was a beautiful place. it was a full on field. meadows stretched across the near english countryside. the sky was clear and light, and the world around me was stunning.

winds blew from all directions, and i soon found myself accio!ing a jumper.

"hermioneeee???" i called, "you're leaving me hanging."

had hermione stood me up? i chuckled at the very thought, soon rolling in the field of flowers as i laughed.

"hermione you devil you stood me up! you left your poor little work wife hanging!" i shouted dramatically.

i suddenly spotted a little house? by the side of the meadow.

i ran towards it.

"whoa."

it was absolutely magnificent. beige little bricks were stacked on top of each other, grey bricks dotted in. the shillings were dark green, and plants hung out everywhere in the cracks of the house.

large windows which reflected the blue light in the sky spanned across the whole house, and a single wooden door stood ajar.

i just wish i had brought a camera. i sat on the grass, playing with the hem of my jumper sadly. even hermione didn't have time for me. i wondered what a sad person i must seem like.

"contemplating life there?" i heard a far off voice. i swung my head around, seeing fred standing and grinning.

yeah well duh i was, no thanks to you, i thought.

i immediately got up.

"we can talk here, right?" fred asked, as he brought me into the house.

"wow," inside, it was cluttered and messy, with plants sprouting everywhere and bookcases and things everywhere. i loved it.

"you like it?" he asked.

"love it."

"good, because i bought it," he laughed at my flabbergasted expression, "i'm rich, darlin'. let's sit, i cooked lunch."

"was this your plan? to have hermione stand me up?" i asked.

"love, i wouldn't call this a plan. simply just a boy trying to explain himself."

"look i don't need an explanation. i told you, you can love whoever you wanna, i don't mind, i don't care, i support."

"but i'm gonna have to explain because i wanna kiss you."

"then go ahead," i sighed, "if you're lying i will stab you."

"jeesh okay."

i looked at him.

"oh yeah, i forgot the food, here," he said casually, handing me a plate filled with yummy looking delicacies. i was willing to put up with his rubbish story telling for the food, i guess.

"alright, i'm all ears."

"okay. so she talked with you right?"

i nodded.

"did she take a piece of hair from you?”

i nodded again.

"so you came home just right about when the night lights flicker on in london. or so i thought it was you. it was actually, aphrodite, yeah? in polyjuice potion. and she knocked on the door, which i thought was strange. i opened it and she immediately kissed me, as you. and it was weird but it was you and i would give the world to kiss you like that," he said bluntly and i could feel my face heating up, "and then it went like that for a few seconds and she turned into pretoria, and by then the woman had her claws on me. then the door opened and i knew i had made a mistake and then you left and apologised so sweetly. i'm so so sorry, my love, please, i never meant to hurt you, i never meant to do anything. i broke up with her last year. i haven't wanted to be with her since. i want to be with you."

i looked at him. i knew he was genuine.

"okay. i'm sorry too, for not trusting you. i guess i was just really unsure of our relationship. it's still kinda blurry."

"what do you wanna be?"

"could we be official, please?"

he grinned, "of course."

then smiling sheepishly, he added, "can i kiss you now?"

"only if i'm the only girl you kiss from now on," i teased, smiling.

he blushed, placing my hands over his heart. it was beating very very fast.

"feel that, beautiful?"

i nodded.

"only you."

he gave me a cheesy grin and laughed at my blushing face, before tilting my head upwards and going in for a kiss but kissing my cheek.

"that's not fair!"

and that's how his head ended up falling into my lap, as i ran my fingers through his ginger strands.

he had fallen asleep just as the sunset began.

it was breathtaking. hues of orange and red danced across the sky.

"i can think of something a lot more beautiful than that," fred said, smiling.

"oh?"

"yeah. yeah."

"i don't believe you."

"that's because you can't see yourself right now."

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Affection

INCLUDES MICHAEL 

I have gotten a few different requests for a softer more affectionate side of Michael so I decided to put them together and create this, a longer (almost 2k words) descriptive drabble about showering with Michael. All this talk about getting Michael to shower and what his hygiene is like had me thinking lol... Now this is deeply inspired by @slasherholic and their writing style, of course I made it my own but it is defiantly a nod to them :) Thank you for your asks and requests!.. hope you enjoy 🔪💕

MASTERLIST

There was a sting on your cool soft skin as you stepped into the blazing stream, raining down from the old head above. Through gritted teeth you bared your head back allowing the water to soak you, down your hair, trailing every muscle in your shoulders and back. Burning your flesh with a pleasent tingle from the contrast of temperatures as you had just been outside on a walk, the autumn wind was sharp kissing your face and seeping into your bones. Closing your eyes you calmed completely around the hot water, tension ebbed from your muscles and your jaw; it had been a long day, and you could not have needed this more. 

Steam flowed off your skin and out the top of the curtain like soft clouds, painting the mirror and sweating on the tiles, finally reaching the cracked door and seemingly disappearing into the night. Soft hands ran through your hair pushing away the water along the edges of your face, pooling beneath your feet and draining with quiet gurgles. 

The placid air had suddenly changed as you heard the shower curtain pull along the metal rod, screeching at the force; you did not open your eyes for you knew exactly who it was. The smell of iron, rich dirt and a firm musk coating the air, almost battling with the steam and the fresh smells of your body wash. The curtain superseded it’s own path with the same screech and crinkles, a large, mysterious presence appeared in front of you, out of the steam that seemed to billow around him. 

Opening your eyes you met his; one brown, dark and deep with a slight hint of yellow around the iris, outlined like black ink. The other scarred; a dull shade you could never decide if it was more blue or more grey, it reminded you of a thunderstorm approaching, devouring any bright sky and coating the blue in dark streaks and shadows, while his scar was in the shape of a catastrophic bolt of lighting, forking and brutally tearing through the iris; Much like the shape, a force of nature, leaving destruction in it’s wake.

Michael just watched you with a look you could never place, and sometimes you just didn’t want to know what that look meant, it was a mystery, like him; never solvable, never predictable, dangerous, and so beautiful in the hidden detail all at once. Loving this gaze was a curse and a privilege. You were one of the only people who ever got to meet these forceful eyes, see the detail in them and live. Perhaps that was his affection. 

He stood in front of you naked, watching the water run in a thousand streams down your features. Drippling down the ends of your hair into your rosy nipples, cascading down your stomach breaking into different paths; some glistening your sex while others flowed down your legs, meeting every tendon and mark your lover had made. Your eyes watched his as they surveyed the trails of wetness blanketing your smooth skin, it was like he was almost trying to remember where the water flowed and broke away, almost envious of the streams that got to touch you with such care and tenderness. Michael could never do the same. You both knew that, and you had accepted that long ago.

Towering above you he took an easy step forward, making you step back a little allowing him to have some heat from the water as well. Michael’s deep rich curls were now painted black, sticking to his forehead tracing the scars he wore, and now settling easy on his muscular neck. His eyes closed for a moment as you wondered if he had felt just the same soft pleasure of stepping into the torrid flow. The steam had started to make piece with the man and it swelled off his broad toned shoulders like a smoke stack into the cool air.

Michael's angular jaw eased and his shoulders fell ever so slightly; to the normal person they would never notice such subtleties, but you had become trained to watch for the smallest give aways in his body. It was the only indicators he would give you; dropped shoulder were relaxed and he was comfortable, hardened eyes and a slight twitch in his wrist meant nothing good, but over time you became aware. Sometimes too aware, but you had been molded to his liking. This is what he wanted, this was his artistry, a slight fear constantly in your heart right behind the muscle. This was loving Michael and you accepted it through and through.

The vail of his baroness and tension billowed away with the steam, he was at ease, and he allowed you to see this. Perhaps the shape genuinely trusted you, or maybe it was just him knowing you could never do serious damage to his imposing body. Michael was like a brick wall and no matter how many nights you wailed on him or tried to hurt him blood was never drawn, just your own.

Small hands slowly fell upon his shoulders, every movement he watched carefully, but there was not the usual harness to his stoney eyes. Creeping your fingers into his drenched locks, slow circles and light pressure along the top of his neck made him melt inside; and there it was, the trust, he had closed his eyes accepting the pleasure. Feeling the tough muscles under your fingers ease, you moved your hands along the tendons in his thick neck, watching the water flow along your hands and down into the slight dip of his collar bone, then continued to his broad expansive chest where you settled your hands among the pinkish raised scars from bullets and blades. They looked so small compared to him, lifting effortlessly as the muscles rose and fell with each soft breath. You couldn't help but find a trance in the way the water swept down him as well, each trail seemed more interesting than the last. Michael allowed you to look at his details and touch where you wanted, from his smooth chest to the dips in his abs, and the v in his obliques, washing the water with a slight hue of pink from his last kills. This was more than a privilege at this point, you took extreme pride in these extraordinarily rare moments he allowed. You were the only one who could ever touch the shape the way you did, the way he let you. This is how he made you feel good, this was his love.

Was this all a trick? A sick game he liked to play? Toying with you like a lion would before the kill?

Looking up at the towering figure locking eyes, his hands meticulously found home on your waist and slowly he leaned down, blocking the water from you and he met his lips with yours. Michael had kissed you, tenderly, softly. A foreign place he tried desperately to be comfortable in. You moved your lips cautiously with his, waiting for the large forceful hand to grab your neck, or to be pushed against the freezing tiles with blood running down your skull. Your eyes opened trying to see what he was planning but his eyes were closed, and his brow was furrowed seeking the love he knew he couldn't produce.

Blood ran cold in your veins as he pulled away, eyeing you up with a strange softness you never thought was possible. The kiss left you breathless, and your mouth was slightly agape as he took one of his large hands placing it under your jaw, cupping your chin and running a thick thumb along your sweet lips. Carefully you placed your shaky hands on either side of his sharp jaw, holding him as he let his head slack slightly and rest tenderly. It dawned on you that you were practically holding a predator in your hands, the claws were hidden but always still beneath the surface, your heart raced at the thought and you tried to slow your breath as much as you could, not wanting to start the predators chase. In this moment you saw a glint of what looked like pain in Michael’s eyes, if he was even capable of feeling such an emotion, he knew what you thought of him. Tonight all he wanted was to feel like a normal man, he wanted to give you his affection and nothing more, but the task was nearing impossible for him.

Michael started to run his massive hands around even inch of you, gingerly drawing shapes into and around your chest, rough fingers dipped between your breasts and following the water, luring him downward along your stomach, tracing every mark he made on you; from the bruises on your hips to the bites on your thighs, to the long jagged scar he had made on your stomach where his beloved blade sank a little too far into the skin. You were his and that much was clear. 

The shape allowed you to pull his face closer to yours as you placed another kiss to his chapped lips, taking it in more and trusting him with you enough to give into the rare pleasure of the gentleness. Your body so starved of it that when the opportunity presented itself you hesitated deeply. Michael had taught you that a person could be deprived of such needs for a long time and when he gave it to you, you put it in question.

Was it all you ever thought you needed? Was it just an illusion your head fueled? 

Stained crimson fingers that seemed to never be fully clean moved to the back of neck, fingers circling and moving slowly into your hair, Michael mirrored your movements that had put him at ease some minutes ago. His rosy lips left yours and trailed along your jaw, down your neck pausing to feel your pulse, and nipping at the tender flesh of your collar bone, pulling drawn out moans of pleasure you delicately webbed your fingers into his hair. Every touch, lick and nip put you into a blissful haze, forgetting where you were and blocking out the sound of the water spitting and gurgling, Michael was the only thing that mattered in this moment, and the world was lost. 

His wandering hands had now moved to your hips again, his lips were gone and Michael had you turn around, not to look at him any longer, just hot rhythmic breathing leaving your skin numb. Slowly his gentleness was failing him, urges and twisted thoughts were beginning to hound him like a pack of coyotes howling from the ridgeline hidden in the shadows. Your euphoria coating too thickly to see this, you just stood in the current, eyes closed and body relaxed, there were a few more strokes of your back muscles and stolen kisses to your neck before he was gone.  

Michael had left silently like the shape he was. Gone into the night that called him. Where he belonged. Free. A tortuous beauty that made you ache. The rare moment of affection was gone, burned away by the steam and lost hopes. Michael was just a force, a shadow that could and will never be tamed. Haunting people and leaving destruction behind. Just like his knife the pain you felt of his absence was sharp and cold amongst the scolding flow.

This was loving him. This was his affection.  

#micheal myers #michael myers x reader #michael myers imagine #slasher #slashers #slasher fandom #slasher fanfiction #slasher x reader #halloween #horror #horror imagine #my writing

[kaypeace21]

The fathers of Stranger Things:  (narrative analysis)

This analysis will discuss all the dads in st. But will mostly focus on the parallels between Brenner, Lonnie, Neil,and Hopper. And the ramifications on their kids.And no i’m not saying Hopper is necessarily as bad as these other fathers/doesn’t have his reasons. But i think the parallels are worth mentioning.

Cycles of Ab*se  & internalizing your father’s teachings

Baseball-We see in s2 the cycle of abuse is there- Billy mimics Neil, and then Max mimics Billy. And uses violence to stand up for herself- which earlier she said she was trying to combat … explaining she can be angry like Billy sometimes but she never wants to be like him (her nickname symbolizing this: aka ‘mad max’).  

We see in s3 Neil taught Billy baseball and bullied him  and called him a “p*ssy” so Billy as a child bullied others and calls them a “p*ssy” (internalizing his father’s teachings and probably venting his anger towards his father on to others). We also see Billy in s2 antagonizes max and demands “say it. say it!”And later Max yells at Billy “say it! say it” and attacks him with a bat. Showing that even Neil has influenced her to a certain extent (via Billy’s ab*se of Max). 

We also see in s3 when Will is frustrated he destroys cb (a symbol of his artistic ambition/the day his father left) and destroys it with a  baseball bat (and then we see the mf officially return) . We also see in s2, Will has a baseball next to the mf drawing (in his room). This is noteworthy due to the fact Jonathan in s1 asks if Will even likes baseball or is just doing it to appease his father. in s1, Will admits he isn’t a fan of baseball -showing how this ‘interest’ in baseball in later seasons just reflects his desire to win his father’s approval (through more sterotypically masculine hobbies).  And we see how both Neil & Lonnie taught both their sons baseball- who are both named William -and who they would call  “f*gs”. We also see in s1 Jonathan lugs around a baseball bat & his father’s gun -however neither tool is used by him in the end successfully. However, in s3 we see Jonathan using an axe (like Joyce) showing by this point he’s mostly taken on Joyce’s influence. 

El’s spying , fighting the Russians, and  lack of care for her safety shows she internalized Brenner’s teachings- We know in s1 El was trained to be a spy/weapon against the soviets (by Brenner). And in later seasons when it comes to her interpersonal relationships- she continues to spy on everyone around her.  she spies on Mike despite his vocal discomfort in s3. Brenner specifically tells her to spy and repeat the words the guys are saying back to him- which is exactly what she does to Lucas and Mike (spying on them and repeating their words back to Max). And when Mike is concerned for her safety we also have El mimic Brenner’s words (from s1) . in s1 she is also said to be taken by Brenner to be a “weapon to fight the commies” and in s3 that’s exactly what she did!  She does literally everything Brenner ever wanted from her!!!!!!!

Jonathan & Billy’s fights with Steve (reflect their father issues... which Steve accidentally triggered)- We see Billy and Jonathan both shoved into walls by their father’s . For Billy this is in a direct consequence of Max running away and for Jonathan- Will’s disappeareance. Billy first shoves Lucas into the wall similarly to Neil. And both Jonathan and Billy are told to “STOP”.

Billy also breaks a plate over Steve’s head. What’s interesting to note is in s3 we see Billy’s mother threw a plate at  Billy’s father (so he was mimicking the dysfunction he saw as a child). kind of like how in s3 he backhands max (mirroring how neil backhanded his mother in the s3 flashback). 

When it comes to jonathan we see jonathan tell nancy to leave and it’s “not worth it” to argue with Steve. However he stops in his tracks when Steve says he’s “like his father”. Then Steve proceeds to insult his family. And  eventually Jonathan who throughout every season is generally portrayed as non confrontational attacks steve. similarly when Billy and Jonathan are beating Steve (who is laying on the ground)-multiple people are yelling for them to stop.But both are in too much of a triggered daze to stop themselves. Even when the cops come- Jonathan elbows the cop in the face and kicks steve with handcuffs on and even says handcuffed for the cop to “get off’ (like he told Lonnie earlier). 

Both would rather do this to their own fathers-but Steve (and the cops) were used as their proxy instead. The fights might reflect what the boys have been taught by their fathers-aka vi*lence. Also on some subconscious level jonathan may have been like-oh you think i’m like my dad? I’ll show you what my dad is like (beats steve with no mercy).

***also, tw se*ual ab*se (you can skip)-during the jonathan fight they also bring up the “pervy photo sesh”- which jonathan took right after seeing his father. in the movies said to inspire s4 they often had a se*ually ab*sive dad/relative who would take innaproriate pics of his kids.uuuuugh. So jonathan may have just been mimicking that past behavior of his father. ugh.***

father’s ab*se  reflects the supernatural

*if you know about my did theory-part 1 and 2 you’ve heard this stuff in detail but i’ll just give a brief synopsis 

- The demogorgan that attacks Will in s1 is  a demon called the “deep FATHER” in d&d.

-El first comes across the demogorgon  (“deep father” ) eating it’s own eggs- symbolically this shows the ‘father’ is hurting it’s own kids ( a motif in the show)!

hunting/baseball/trunks connecting to Lonnie and the monsters:  Will is attacked by the demogorgan in Lonnie’s old shed (and Will tries to defend himself with Lonnie’s old hunting gun). The demogorgan jumps on Jonathan and knocks the bat out of his hands, when he tries defending himself from the demogorgan( both activities: hunting/baseball Lonnie taught the boys).  We also see the demogorgan also attack hunters and a deer- a ref to the lonnie & Jonathan hunting story about Bambi. In s1 we see Jonathan check Lonnie’s trunk to see if Will is there . But also we see the mf throw heather and later her parents in the trunk as well. Also when Jonathan starts talking car repair lingo in s3 -Will senses the mf (since Lonnie repaired cars as a hobby in s1). When lonnie returns in s1 jonathan asks Joyce “did that thing (demogorgan ) come back?” And when Lonnie says he explored around the quarry-jonathan mentions how the demogorgan only traveled a few miles  around his house. When Lonnie says “someone should be held accountable” for what happened to Will- it transitions from lonnie hammering a nail into the wall to Mike piercing a pencil into paper explaining the hole in the upsidedown and how Will got trapped there- hinting at how Lonnie causing trauma to Will is the explanation for everything supernatural. Also need to point out how we zoom in on the lightbulb in Lonnie’s shed (after Will is taken) and they later zoom in on a red lighbulb (when Jonathan tears the innappropriate photos down from the red room) and then it transitions to the christmas lights. And then we see Lonnie berate Jonathan and there’s a glowing lightbulb beside Lonnie (to mirror him to the demogorgan).

-flowers & monstrous fathers: when Brenner (”papa”) first hurts Terry on a hospital bed she wakes up with sunflowers next to her bed. Lonnie in s1 is shown to have a sunflower blanket, and in s2 we see a sunflower book next to Will’s bed after he has a nightmare. We also see that the demogorgan ( ”deep father’-also called the “the man without a face” in s1 ) have a face that resembles a flower. Brenner also gave El a flower when on her bed (although not a sunflower) before forcing her to face the demogorgan for the 1st time.

I believe  credit goes to the tumblr user lazy-storm-cloud for noticing Lonnie’s sunflower blanket. I noticed most of the flower imagery but never noticed that blanket until they mentioned it.

-supernatural “wounds” connecting to Will,  El, Kali and fathers.The lab workers say the upsidedown’s influence over crops/hawkins is “spreading”  while joyce says the tunnels Will drew are also “spreading”. Will says his now-MEMORIES” (connected to the mf-who parallels lonnie) are “growing, spreading, and killing.” Later, Kali in reference to Brenner says her wounds “spread” because she didn’t address her pain caused by Brenner (her papa). And when kali creates a brenner-double he says El has a terrible wound that’s “growing, spreading, and eventually it’ll kill you.” (if not addressed) and they don’t stand up against their father.

-doors connecting to problematic fathers: We see Will in s1 have a sign on his bedroom door that says “do not enter”. And he also requires a password for cb for people to enter. When joyce in s1 hears aggressive knocking on the door she assumes it’s lonnie and says to “go away, Lonnie”.  In s1 we the demogorgan unlock the door telepathically and chase Will. later we see Will stare at the shed door terrified as the demogorgan sneaks up  behind him. in s2 we see the mf slam open the arcade door by itself, and also open his house door in the same manner . when the house door opens it zooms in on the back of his neck- which indicates it’s based off an old memory-a now memory.  We have El also telepathically unlock people’s doors in a similar fashion-not respecting such boundaries. And El asks in s1e1 for the door to stay open.  And Neil, Hopper, and Billy  angrily yell to “OPEN THE DOOR!!!!!” And Hopper slams doors open demanding they stay 3 inches open. We also see El enter a door in the void to see Heather being attacked in a tub and entering the darkness.

tubs:brenner forces El into a sensory deprivation tank. Later El refers to it as a “tub” after seeing the byers tub. we later see the mf is afraid of the byers’ tub. And tub iconography shows up for billy & heather. the s4 movies hint at Will having a tra*matic memory occurring in the tub.

The fathers of St  (recap):

Brenner (“papa” to El and Kali). He forces El into a dark room for hours when she doesn’t obey him. At one point tries to force her to k*ll an animal.  Given the way she ate at Benny’s- he may have starved her as another form of punishment.He allows El no ability to express herself (and dresses her in a masculine/androgounous way) and bans her from the outside world. He tries using a calm-kind demeanor to try and manipulate mothers (Joyce & Karen) into thinking he cares about their kids. And uses El as a weapon/spy .  He would read to El and give her flowers and  a lion plushie . in the st novel  (suspicious minds) he compared the children/numbers to  “rabbits” he could “hurt”.

Lonnie-(dead beat dad of Jonathan and Will). divorced.Forced Jonathan to k*ll a rabbit. It’s implied he has thrown his kids in his dark car trunk  (since Jonathan checks if Will is lonnie’s trunk in s1). He tries manipulating Joyce into thinking he cares about Will. But he just wanted to use Will’s death to make money. He canonically-joked about his son dissappearing. And insulted his ex wife. Then when he realizes he can profit off his son’s death-who he hasn’t seen in years. He leaves his 20-something live in gf, flirts with Joyce calling her “babe”. And pretends to care for Will and the rest of his family. Then gaslights them when they call out his bs. He also has called Will a “f*g” and it’s implied he forced Will to hunt/play baseball. He also shoves Jonathan into a wall. He can have a relatively calm demeanor like Brenner-but then blows up. He smokes, and it’s implied he may be an alcholic since beer cans are littered all over his house. Will has lion plushie in cb (and since lonnie means ‘lion’ it may have been given to him by Lonnie?). He  (like Hopper) implies Joyce is mentally ill and that she’s hallucinating due to grief-and says she’s going to go “over the edge” mirroring Hopper’s words about Joyce in s1. 

Neil- divorced.Calls Billy a “f*got”, and forced him to play baseball. He later shoves his son into a wall and slaps him. He has a calm demeanor and then yells to make his points with Billy.  He also yells at first wife cause romantically jealous. Him & Lonnie both have fights with their ex wives where the phrase “I’m not lying to you” is used. 

Hopper- divorced.in s1-3 we see he smokes, pops pills,  and is an alocholic. The pilot pitch explicitely states he is . He is shown to have anger issues, sells out El’s location to Brenner in s1. In s2 threatens to send her back to her ab*sers if she doesn’t listen to him/ stay isolated from the outside world. dresses her androgonously and tries controlling her romantic relationships. He yells at Joyce cause romantically jealous . joyce annoyed at Hopper: “yes everyman i speak to is my boyfriend”. El says “you are like papa.” And in the pilot Brenner and Hopper were said to dress similarly. And Murray says to Joyce that Hopper is a “brute” who “reminds (her) of a (past) bad relationship”. Aka Lonnie. 

Steve’s dad- is called an “asshole” by Steve and it’s implied he cheats on his wife.

heather’s dad - is sexist to Nancy and cold to his wife. We see Heather (who is the same age as Nancy) has some hidden resentment towards him.

Sam (Max’s dad)- divorced/out of the picture like Lonnie. in the novel ‘runaway max’ is said to be a criminal who often took Max to shady places/bars. And also taught her how to pick door locks-similar to how Jonathan picked a car lock open in s1 like max with a door in s2.

Dustin’s dad- also out of the picture ? dead... maybe?

Recap: Parallels of fathers

forced their kids to k*ll animals/violence toward rabbits/throws kids in dark places/gave their kids lion plushies/tries unsuccessfully to manipulate mother’s  into thinking he cares for their kids: Lonnie & Brenner

taught kids shady stuff like how to pick locks: Lonnie & Sam 

are described as poor/called their sons “f*gs”/forced sons to play baseball/slam sons into walls/have their sons attack Steve/have sons who are into hard rock music: lonnie & Neil

“i’m not lying to you”-:Neil/ex wife and Lonnie/joyce

dr*gs/smokes/alochol ab*se/womanizers/hunters: lonnie & Hopper

imply Joyce is wrong about the supernatural and is just mentally ill: Lonnie and Hopper. Both use a similar expression of her being on “the edge”.

lie to Joyce: Lonnie and Hopper (specifically lies claiming he took her advice and uses that lie to try and get a date with her)

Gave them cat plushies: Lonnie,Brenner, possibly hopper with sara’s tiger 

being connected to flowers: Brenner & Lonnie

yell at love interest when romantically jealous:Neil and Hopper in s3

Hopper: compared to Lonnie (by Murray in s3) and Papa/brenner (by el in s2). in the original pilot Brenner & Hopper were supposed to look similar. Brenner was supposed to have a beard, and wear jeans and plaid shirts similar to hopper in s1. it’s also interesting to note how Hopper started to look more like Neil -they’re both blondes-and in s3 they have matching moustaches (and billy started growing out a moustache in s3-mirroring him becoming a mini neil too).

dress El in masculine clothes/isolate her from outside world/spy on El/read to El:Hopper & Brenner

calm demeanor but quick to anger/ also divorced: Hopper, lonnie, Neil

yells to “open the door”: Neil, Hopper, (and possessed Billy) .it’s also implied Lonnie can pick door locks open.

outliers

jonathan - In the pilot pitch he’s described as taking on the father role for Will (after Lonnie left).  However, he is often paralleled to the mothers of st. Most likely because he never had a healthy father figure- and distrusts even good men like Bob- so models his parenting behavior more so on maternal figures. We see  Jonathan being paralleled to the mothers taking photos of their kids on Halloween, and Jonathan being paralleled to Karen twice.  We even see him bored/annoyed in s2 watching the film “mr mom” since the comedic premise was haha - dad has to stay at home- cook for their kids , drive them to school, do laundry, whaaa how can a man do that ... look it’s so hard  ? isn’t that what moms do instead? All things Jonathan does without literally tripping over himself and failing like the older male film character, initially does .  He also in canon helps pay for the mortgage. We also see Jonathan is unlike the other problematic fathers (who demand entry into their kid’s room) since we see him knock on Will’s door and get verbal permission before entering Will’s room in s2 (respecting Will’s sign). Similar to joyce ringing cb’s doorbell and getting verbal permission from Will to enter.We also see on Halloween Jonathan mocks Bob but when Will defends him Jonathan later mimics Bob telling Will “hope it doesn’t suck” (in a vampire voice) showing at least subconsciously he was mirroring the parenting-like behavior from Bob (since Will liked Bob). So Bob became the first male he used as an inspiration for his ‘parenting style’.

Ted-  is shown in direct opposition to Lonnie.In s1 we see Ted help Mike put on a tie mentioning to Mike it has to be a “little tight” and that it “looks good”. And  after this scene: we see Jonathan struggle to put on a tie (and then ripping it off in frustration-signifying his lack of a father figure that could have taught him how to do this when younger). So in s3 we see Jonathan’s ties are always poorly done and slightly loose around his neck. The same season Jonathan comments about how Nancy’s dad makes 6 figures and his dad “isn’t even around”. He finacially supports his family. cuddles Holly on his fav laze-boy and takes her to fairs. Wants to comfort Mike after Will dies (but listens to Karen to give him time). Has Karen tell Mike that if he wants to talk to him about Will’s death- he can call him at work and he’ll come home for Mike. His calm demeanor seems genuine -unlike the other father figures who quickly lose their cool facade (Ted has never yelled at his kids). Even when kids yell or insult him he doesn’t lose his cool. Worst things he’s done: told kids to stop cursing, naps alot, gives an outdated football analogy about How Mike needs to stop acting out . Why st fans claim he’s a bad dad : boring af aka the human embodiment of wonder bread, in loveless marriage,  and not rambo-esque like Hopper so people act like he’s a horrible dad in comparison to Hopper. Despite being a  more stable parent in the normal everyday situations.

Lucas’ dad- unfortunately we saw very little of him. But he seems somewhat similar to Ted. He’s nice and gives somewhat dated  advice at the table to his son-like Ted did. He seems like a mellow, chill dude, who finacially supports his family. But,Unlike karen/ted it seems like he loves his wife and vice versa.

Bob-the wannabe stepdad-  as the first romantic interest after Lonnie-He contrasts him. He doesn’t do drugs or smoke.  Is emotionally vulnerable with Joyce and vice versa. He never makes fun of Will or Joyce’s mental health issues. he relates to Will -who was bullied as a kid, and is into computers, comics, and was in av club (just like Will). He is supportive of Will’s non-manly interests and encourages those interests (bringing brain puzzles, and board games over when told Will is sick).  Unlike Lonnie who tried to force ‘manly’ interests on to Will. He isn’t mad when Will busts his brand new camera but is simply concerned that Will is being bullied. He’s also shown being concerned about Will’s mental health. He helps joyce with little things like finding her keys and taking Will to school. His happy calm demeanor  is genuine-and he is never shown yelling in anger. He kindly disagrees with joyce on the ‘ drawings on the walls game’ cause he was concerned it wasn’t good for Will’s mental health (and tells her she can talk more about Will’s issues). He sacrifices himself to save Will, joyce and everyone around him.  And unlike Hopper- Bob was never jealous or mean to joyce about the men in Joyce’s life. Bob was serious about Joyce and the boys-he wanted them to be his family and move them near his own blood relatives. We see he had an impact on the boys at the end of s2- Will drawing the “bob newby superhero” drawing and Jonathan using Bob’s camera. 

#jonathan byers #el hopper #will byers #max mayfield #billy hargrove #joyce byers #bob newby #lonnie byers #neil hargrove #kali prasad #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #nancy wheeler

[queenshelby]

Roommates – Part Twelve

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Words: 3,534

Warning: Angst, Pregnancy, Smut

Note: This plays in 2020. It’s all fiction and not based on Cillian’s real life and family. 

When you read through Laura’s text messages, you weren’t sure what to make of it. Did she lie about the pregnancy, you wondered? You couldn’t be sure with the little evidence you had and, therefore, decided not approach this issue with Cillian just yet.

You wanted to find out more and then talk to Laura first before you jumped to any conclusions and you knew that this difficult quest had to wait until tomorrow.

Tonight, you wanted to enjoy the time with your sister who you hadn’t seen in person for quite some time and, whilst you were happy that she has visited you, you wouldn’t have minded some alone time with Cillian either.

Strangely, when Cillian was away in the UK, you missed him and it wasn’t only the sex you missed. It was his entire presence and simply curling up in his arms in the middle of the night.

You were no longer sleeping in separate bedrooms and the thought of sleeping on your own tonight while Cillian was upstairs bothered you. You knew that it shouldn’t. After all, you were just friends with some benefits, or were you something else?

***

At around midnight, after lots of laughter and conversation and several glasses of wine, your sister decided that it was time for bed and Cillian had already disappeared twenty minutes before she did.

She was staying in one of the guest rooms upstairs and you were grateful that Cillian had a large house so that each of you had your own space.

Craving more intimacy, when you went to your bedroom, you texted Cillian to see whether he was still up and, of course, he was. As usual, he was reading a book before going to sleep but reading wasn’t what you were interested in that night after he had just been away for three nights.

Without responding to his text message in which he informed you that he was still awake, you tippy toed upstairs, wearing nothing but your panties and a t-shirt.

When you stepped into his bedroom quietly without bothering to knock, your eyes immediately locked with him as he sat there on his bed reading in the dim lighted room.

‘What are you doing here? Your sister is in the next room’ Cillian reminded you but, instead of responding to his comment, you yanked off your t-shirt and climbed onto the bed with him.

‘I don’t care…despite, it’s my birthday’ you eventually informed him as your heart fluttered with anticipation of what was to come.

Your hands rubbed slowly across your body to perk his interest, but your own subtle contact with your breasts and clit through your lingerie aroused you as well.

‘How can I say no to you when you do this, hmm?’ Cillian asked, putting down his reading glasses and book as he starred at you in awe at those irresistible beasts.

You wanted him and you craved him, more than you had wanted and craved anyone before. With your eyes locked on his, you eased forward towards him, kissed him and bit him lustfully on the lips. His taste and smell were as intoxicating as usual.

‘Will you be a good girl and be really quiet for me?’ Cillian asked and you nodded

You reached for the edge of his shirt, eased it up slightly and kissed his torso and abs. His light complexion contrasted against your slightly darker skin and it heightened your arousal even more. There was something about his freckled skin you adored and considered incredibly sexy.

You finished taking off his shirt, rubbing your hands across his pecs and biceps, pleading without using words to be taken by him and made into the object of his affection.

‘You are beautiful’ Cillian said before he kissing you gently and you were surprised to hear this coming from him. It was the first time he had said anything like this to you. Perhaps it was the alcohol talking.

You felt yourself getting wet again as he ran his hand down the side of your face, then to your neck, down your ribs and across your breasts. His touch felt amazing and after rolling around on the bed together, sharing passionate kisses, you found yourself sitting on the edge of his king-size bed.

‘I am aching for you Cillian’ you huffed out as you grabbed hold of his briefs and, luckily for you, there's not much material blocking your access to his goods. His cock flops out of his briefs in an instant and was already rock hard and ready for you.

‘I am always fucking aching for you as you can probably tell’ Cillian chuckled, looking down on himself as the saliva in your mouth began to increase. You loved sucking him, taking him into your mouth and making him moan.

‘In fact, I never had sex quite as good as with you Y/N. You drive me fucking crazy’ Cillian then admitted and, with a sly, sexy grin, you eagerly slid both of your hands around his shaft and began to slowly thrust and shuffle back and forth.

‘Oh common Cilly, you had a fair few women in your life’ you said, your eyes locked on his.

‘Just a few, but none like you’ he then said just as you eased your tongue and lips forward.

A loud groan soon followed what he had said as you seductively kissed and licked your way up his long member from the base to the head. When you reached the pinnacle, you swirled it around with your tongue and sealed your lips around it.

‘God you are so fucking good at this’ Cillian groaned as, after just several small repetitions down his cock, you've taken him all the way into the back of your throat. You gagged a little but kept going, despite your eyes watering and saliva overflowing out of your mouth. The extreme wetness just made it a more pleasurable experience for the both of you.

‘That’s it, all take it all the way, fuck’ Cillian groaned again as you eased off the bed and dropped to your knees in front of him to get a better angle for his deep penetration.

‘So fucking sexy, with your pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock’ he observed as, eventually, Cillian grabbed the back of your head and held you down on him deeper and longer with each thrust into your pretty little mouth.

You were dripping wet by now, enjoying when he talked to you like this and became all dominant over you and, after what seems like half an hour of sucking his cock, he grabbed you by your lower jaw, lifted you up off the floor and softly lay you face up on the bed.

‘Now let’s see how wet you are for me’ Cillian smirked as he reached out and slid his hands across your legs to just below your pussy, then back down again slowly. Then, he slid his nose and tongue across your soaked glistening thong and proceeded up your stomach.

‘Don’t you tease me again like this Cillian’ you huffed out before you got lost in his attention to detail, the feel of his tongue and lips on your skin.

‘Patience Love, patience’ he smirked as he eased up to your neck, licking and kissing slowly up to and inside your ears.

‘Cillian, please I need you’ you whispered as you leaned into him and moaned desperately. He then kissed you passionately on the lips for what seemed like an eternity, your tongues intertwined in an oral sex dance.

With his eyes locked on yours, he eased back down and massaged your breasts in such an erotic way that your heart skipped a beat. His tongue, wet kisses and love bites on your engorged tits added to an even higher arousal. Clearly, he knew how to work his lips and tongue in the most intimate and passionate way.

‘You smell so good Y/N, so damn sweet’ Cillian whispered as he neared your sweet spot and licked you clean around the edges of your drenched thong.

‘Oh god Cillian’ you moaned a little too loudly as his tongue slipped to your inner thighs near your pussy, and he licked and kissed every inch.

‘Ssh’ Cillian reminded you as his fingers slid beneath the edges of your thin garment and he began to slide it off.

‘I love licking your sweet little pussy Y/N’ he smiled as he saw your swollen clit awaiting the arrival of his sinister tongue.

You raised your back off the bed, rare your head back and let out a submissive moan as he made initial contact with your lips, licking and swallowing your sexual juices. He methodically worked his way up and down, kissing and licking, ending each repetition by annihilating your clit in a series of targeted assaults.

‘Oh my god Cillian, fuck, yes, right there’ you basically screamed as soon as you were coming on his tongue, convulsing at the rock-hard orgasm that he just sent through your body. This happened over and over and, by the time he was done, you were already exhausted.

His oral skills never seemed to amaze you and he fully awakened your inner urge to orgasm over and over again.

‘If your sister didn’t hear you just then, I think she might be deaf’ Cillian chuckled, wiping your juices of his mouth with a satisfied grin.

‘I guess I have some explaining to do tomorrow’ you giggled before you sat up and grabbed his pulsing shaft.

‘Will she keep this to herself?’ Cillian then asked concerned and you nodded before you guided his cock head up to the entrance of your swollen, dripping honey hole, and eased him in to get him started.

‘God, you feel so good. I just love being inside of you’ Cillian groaned as he began his initial push into you.

‘Fuck me Cillian, oh god just fucking take me’ you moaned as he bottomed out in you that first time and your inner muscles latched down around his shaft, moaning in pleasure and amazement of what you're just beginning to experience.

‘You are taking me so well, even after I fucked you twice earlier this evening’ Cillian praised you and the truth was, you were sore, but wanted him nonetheless.

‘You just want it continuously, don’t you? Such a naughty girl’ he the groaned as he continued to thrust deep into your pussy as you leaned back and raised your legs higher, giving him more access to your treasures.

‘I do Cillian, fuck, I always want you to fuck me’ you moaned as you both had developed a rhythm now, and he was able to drive deep into you regularly. You shuddered each time he bottomed out, and your legs locked upward and shook uncontrollably.

‘I can tell Love, so fucking needy and horny all the time. I am one lucky man’ Cillian groaned, running his fingers in between your ass cheeks before he rolled you over on your stomach with the plan to slide up on top of and into you. But unexpected to him, the vixen in you chose to raise up on all fours, practically begging him to take you doggy style.

‘Yes Cillian, oh god fuck yes’ you moaned as he slid back into you and you groaned and almost immediately orgasmed again as he bottoms out at this new angle.

He grabbed a handful of your beautiful hair, twisted it in his hand, and pulled back, arching your head and neck upward. You peered back at him with a wanting grin in acceptance and moaned his name seductively.

‘That’s it, let me take you and fuck you hard’ Cillian groaned as the slapping sound of his torso against your plump, toned ass turned you both on incredibly, and you began to beg him to have his way with you.

‘Just fuck me, I am yours, fucking take me Cillian’ you moaned as he reached up and pushed your head and upper back to the bed. You heartily complied, loving that he wanted to take you face down ass up. He had a clear angle to assault your pussy now, and you're out of your mind horny. You screamed for him over and over to pound you and he loved it.

It was your turn to take the reins now. He stopped thrusting into you as he felt you lean back against him and begin to grind away on his shaft. Your perfect hips and booty moved in an almost hypnotizing motion and it was a visual wonder to him.

You eventually slid off of him, pushed him over on his back and then lowered yourself back down on him. As you bottomed out you were sent into yet another rocking orgasm, causing your eyes to roll back in your head as if in a state of euphoria. The feeling of his cock inside you was simple more than you were able to handle.

‘Jesus Y/N, you are so fucking sexy riding my cock like this’ Cillian groaned as you began to ride him like a wild animal, a true woman set loose into sexual freedom.

‘Cillian, fuck you feel so good. I want you so fucking bad’ you moaned as you leaned back at just the right angle and he moaned with excitement. This was your wheelhouse, your position of choice, and coupled with your eyes being locked on your best friend lying beneath you, allowing you to take control, you've somehow found the stamina to screw him like this all night.

‘So fucking beautiful’ Cillian observed in a low grunting voice and you began to feel him getting harder. You knew he was getting close.

He lifted you up a bit, raised his hips and legs and began to thrust hard into your weary pussy. You leaned forward, grabbed onto his chest and he held you tight. What a feeling it was being securely held in the arms of this man you’ve known for so long.

‘Cum inside me Cillian, let me feel it all’ you moaned as you could feel the tightening of his shaft and knew that it was time.

‘Fuck Y/N’ Cillian huffed out with a deep, guttural growl and a deep exhale.

The instinctive twitch of his cock and cinched balls, along with the warm sensation of his juices flooding into your depths brought a big smile and glow to your face.

You could feel buckets of thick, rich cum spurting into you and this sensation sent you over the edge one more time.

You moaned, screamed and shivered all at the same time as you rode out your high. There was something about Cillian cuming inside you which turned you on a lot.

‘Jesus Y/N’ Cillian huffed out, watching you in a trance as your movements slowed down. He was mesmerised by you. ‘I love…’ he huffed out, still breathing heavily but not finishing what all so accidently was about to slip from his lips.

‘You love what?’ you barely managed to ask as you looked at him with wide eyes as he was still inside you.

‘I love being inside you’ he eventually said after collecting his thoughts and easing his cock out of you.

‘And I love when you are’ you giggled as you rolled off of him and lay there in a time of silent reflection and recuperation. You gazed down at the gaping hole spectacle he's left in your pussy and some of him was beginning to ooze back out of you now and you marvel at the volume.

‘I can’t believe there is still that much left after earlier’ you observed, biting your lip just as you slid your fingers through your glistening collective juices and took your fingers to your mouth.

You cleaned them off and then instinctively leaned over and began to clean him orally.

‘Fuck, Y/N, this is going to be a long night if you keep this up’ Cillian chuckled as you caught him off guard, and your mouth massage turned into a satiating blow job, and turned you both back on initially.

But the sensation was more than he could handle after this initial 90-minute marathon with you, and he pulled you off of him. Both of your lips met in an exhaustive, contemplative long kiss until he was ready.

‘I need to be inside you’ Cillian groaned and your eyes widened. You expected to give him head, allow him to relax, but you didn’t expect him to be wanting to go all the way again so quickly.    

‘It’s 2am Cillian’ you huffed out but, before you could protest, you found yourself pinned beneath him.

‘I told you, it will be a long night’ Cillian then smirked and you immediately pulled him in for a kiss wile he entered you once again.

***

It was 8 o’clock in the morning and you were woken by the raddling of the coffee machine which, apparently, your sister had no idea how to use.

The thought of a freshly brewed coffee however excited you and, with Cillian still fast asleep, you untangled from his arms and sneaked downstairs quietly.

‘Well, good morning’ your sister greeted you with a wide grin as she was still trying to work out the coffee machine.

You fell asleep at 4 o’clock and were tired to say the least. Nonetheless, you managed to get the coffee machine going and made both of you a nice cup of coffee.

‘You look extremely tired by which, I must say, I am not really surprised’ your sister then chuckled causing you to simply smile with some embarrassment.

‘Oh Cillian’ she then went on to say, pretending to let out a fake moan in order to tease you and your cheeks immediately began to turn red.

‘Stop it’ you huffed out abut she continued to repeat everything she had heard the night before. Every filthy thing that left your lips and your embarrassment grew with everything she said.

‘You both are so fucking filthy it’s almost disgusting. But then again, I admit that I am a little jealous. I never fucked for four hours straight. Remind me to get earplugs the next time I stay over’ she eventually said after agreeing to no longer mock you about it. But this didn’t mean that she didn’t want to ask you about how you got involved with each other after 12 years.

‘I suppose we are both single, living together in and out of lockdown…you know we both have needs and we trust each other…so why not, right?’ you shuddered along, not making much sense. ‘It just happened. It’s no big deal’ you then quickly added.

‘So, no strings attached?’ your sister then asked and you shook your head.

‘No strings attached and I would appreciate if you could keep this a secret please’ you explained and, of course, your sister agreed.

‘Laura would fucking kill you if she knew, you know that right?’ your sister then said and, just when you were going to ask her something about Laura, Cillian came walking downstairs.

‘Had a good night Cilly?’ your sister asked after he wished you both a happy birthday.

‘It’s alright, you don’t need to answer this. She knows’ you chuckled and, whilst Cillian already assumed this to be the case, he Cillian didn’t show any affection towards you in the presence of your sister.

‘I think the whole neighbourhood does after last night. My neighbour left me a couple of messages on my phone enquiring about your wellbeing’ Cillian said amused and, just as he did, the doorbell rang.

***

‘Good Morning Mrs O’Connell’ Cillian said as his 70 year old neighbour stood in front of his door.

‘I just came over to check if your lovely friend was alright. I thought she may have been hurt last night’ she said, concerned about the sounds and screams she had heard during the night.

‘She is perfectly fine. She just gets carried away sometimes’ Cillian smirked and when the elderly lady looked through the door and saw you and your sister sit in the kitchen, she couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows.

‘Uhm, I didn’t realise that this may have been intentional. I am so sorry’ she said, staring through the door slit again which, this time around, Cillian noticed.

‘Just for the record, this is not what it looks like’ he said somewhat embarrassed but his elderly neighbour simply chuckled and nodded.

‘It’s okay young man, your secret is safe with me’ she said before wishing him a pleasant day.

‘What was this all about?’ you asked as Cillian walked into the kitchen and wished you both a happy birthday.

‘I think Mrs O’Connell thinks we had a threeway last night’ Cillian laughed and your sister couldn’t help but respond with a simple ‘hmm’.

‘Don’t even think about it’ you said harshly, looking at Cillian and your sister.

‘Trust me Y/N, I am not going down this route again and, if your sister is as insatiable as you are, I am not going to be able to handle it’ Cillian said bluntly, causing you both to laugh.

***

The fact that Mrs O’Connell had left Cillian several messages throughout the night prompted you to walk to your room and check your phone as well.

You weren’t surprised to see several text messages already, wishing you a happy birthday and there was one in particular that stuck out to you. 

The text message was from Laura.

‘Happy Birthday from the both of us!’ it said and contained a ultrasound picture.

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Stable Boy

request: Hey may I request a smut with Edmund in an au sort of thing? Either reader is a princess with a thing for Edmund and they’re enemies to lovers or he’s a servant in her kingdom and he is her secret admirer and he eventually tempts her and smut ensues lmao thank you

warning: smut below the cut

I burst into the room, the sound of the large mahogany doors banging against the walls echoing throughout the room.  My parents both turned to me.  My father held an amused smile on his face whilst my mother furrowed her eyebrows, a frown very much evident.  “(Y/n), where were you?” my mother questioned as I made my way to my seat.

“My guess is riding horses,” my father answered with, leaning forward to pick out a blade of hay from my (h/c) locks.  

“I promise to be on time for dinner tomorrow,” I said.

“That’s what you’ve been saying for as long as you could speak,” my mother replied with, letting out a sigh.

“What do you expect of her Maria, she’s a teenage girl,” my father chuckled as he took a bite of the chicken.  My father caught my eye, giving me a quick wink.  I smiled back, looking between my two parents.  My father was laid back in his seat as he ate, a golden crown atop his head.  My mother sat straight up, as if balancing the piece of metal that dressed her head.  I brought my hand up to my head in order to feel my own crown only to find nothing there.  Dread filled me as the realization sunk in.  I tried to play it off, forcing a smile on my face as I ate, hoping my parents just assumed I had left my tiara in my bedchambers.

A knock on the door caused all three of us to turn.  Standing in the door frame was a boy who seemed to be around my age, if not a year or so older.  His dark brown locks fell onto his forehead, his cheeks a light shade of pink.  In his hands was my tiara.  The boy gave a quick bow before speaking.  “I apologize for disrupting your dinner but I found the princess’s tiara in the stables.”  My mom glanced at me, her eyes filled with annoyance.

The boy walked towards me, his eyes looking into mine.  His action surprised me.  Most people wouldn’t dare look a royal in the eyes.  His brown eyes seemed to hold a sparkle in them as I grabbed my tiara from his hands.  Our fingers brushed and I felt my cheeks warm at the contact.  The boy bowed one last time before turning and exiting.  I couldn’t help but watch as he left, not turning to my parents until he was completely out of sight.

“(Y/n).  Are you even listening to what I’m saying?” my mother questioned as I focused my attention back to the conversation. 

“Of course, mother,” I replied with, taking a sip from my goblet.  “I’ll be sure to be more careful with my tiara next time.” 

A week had gone by since the tiara incident and my mind had forgotten about the stable boy.  I was reading in the library when a servant came into the room.  I looked to see an envelope in their hand.  “A letter for you, Your Highness.”  I put down my book, as the servant handed me the envelope. 

“Thank you,” I said, already tearing it open.  The servant nodded before leaving.  I unfolded the paper within to see a note scrawled in small and neat handwriting. 

I look up at the moon and tell her of your beauty.

The stars listen to my stories of my love for you.

Written in the night sky are my dreams of you.

-E

I felt my face warm as I read the letter, a smile subconsciously forming on my face.  I looked around the library to see no one else present.  Never had I received a love letter before.  The thought of someone’s admiration for me being strong enough to cause them to write something so beautiful made me blush.  My mind wandered as I thought of who would write me something like this.  Perhaps the Prince of Archenland.  But he had never shown an interest in writing.  Maybe a lord from Calormen.  Though any particular person failed to come to mind.  Whoever it was had written E at the end.  Perhaps it was the beginning of their name?

I slipped the note back into the envelope before gently putting it into my book.  I then closed my book and made my way to my room as my mind continued to think of who it could be.  I couldn’t think of anyone I knew who had a name starting with E.  I went to bed that night preoccupied with the thoughts of who my secret admirer may be.

The next day, both my parents had left on business meetings leaving me alone in the castle, spare the staff that never left the grounds.  I made my way to the stables, excited to be able to ignore my responsibilities for the day and just ride.  I walked into the building, the white horse closest to my left letting out a whine.  “Alright Queenie, I hear you,” I chuckled as I made my way over to her.  

“She only ever lets you get close to her,” a voice said causing me to jump.  I turned to see the same stable boy that had returned my tiara.  “She won’t even let me near her for too long.  A pain to groom that’s for sure.”  I was slightly taken aback by how nonchalantly the boy was talking to me, as if I wasn’t the princess.  I would be lying if I didn’t say it was a nice change.  “My name’s Edmund.” 

“(Y/n),” I said before immediately regretting it.  Of course he knew my name.  At this, he let out a chuckle.

“I would hope so.”  He helped me prepare Queenie for a ride as we continued to converse.  “I don’t wish to come off as pushy but would you mind if I joined you for a ride?”

“I don’t recall stable boys taking horses out for rides.”

“It’s not really something I should be doing,” Edmund said, shrugging, “But I do enjoy your company and would like to extend this meeting.  That is, if you enjoy my company as well.”  I let out a laugh.

“Fair enough.”  He gave a grin, rushing to the horse in the stable next to Queenie’s.  We both made our way out of the stables, away from the castle and towards the lush forest that sat behind it.  “Thank you for returning my tiara,” I said, the sound of bird chirping and the swaying of leaves the only other thing able to be heard.

“It was nothing.  Just doing my duties as a stable boy.”

“I’m starting to question if you understand what a stable boy does,” I chuckled.  “Returning royal property is not one of them.”

“Ah you caught me.  I was only using the tiara as an excuse to see the beautiful Princess again.”  

“Oh, now you’re just being sarcastic.”

“Not at all,” Edmund chuckled.  “You’re one of, if not the most, beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.”

“You must not have met many women then,” I chuckled.  Edmund’s smile disappeared at my words.

“I’m serious (y/n).  You are.”  My heart stopped for a moment. 

“Why do you treat me the way you do?”

“What do you mean?”

“You don’t treat me like a princess.  You treat me like anyone else.”

“I guess cause you’re so easy to talk to,” he replied with, shrugging his shoulders.  “If it bothers you, I can still call you Princess (y/n).”  I scrunch my face.

“Please don’t.”  He let out a chuckle.  “I know we’ve only really met and I really shouldn’t trust you but may I confide in you?”  We had now stopped moving as we had reached the edge of a cliff that looked out to the beach below, the sound of the ocean waves crashing onto the shore faint.

“Of course, anything.”

“Yesterday, I received a letter,” I said, fighting to hold back my smile.  Edmund seemed to straighten his back at this. 

“What was in said letter?”  

“It was a love letter!” I exclaimed, my smile now on full display.

“Do you have any idea who it may be from?”

“I’m not sure.  But they signed it off with an E.  This has only made it harder.  I can’t think of any royals with a name that starts with an E.  Even when I rack my brain of nobles, I struggle to think of someone.”  Edmund’s lips had formed a straight line as he turned around, heading back the way we came.  I urged Queenie to follow.

“What if it wasn’t from a royal or noble?” Edmund questioned.

“Edmund, what are you talking about?”  I stopped myself before I could say another word.  It was like a curtain was drawn from in front of my eyes and I could see clearly again.  “It was you, wasn’t it?”  He only nodded.  I chewed on the inside of my cheek, thinking of something to say.  Edmund was only a stable boy.  I had been raised to marry someone of higher status.  But that didn’t negate the fact that Edmund was one of the few people I’ve been able to talk to so easily.  Or the fact that he was incredibly attractive.  No.  “We could never…” I started, my thought trailing off before it had even really started.

“Why not?  Because of my social status?”  His words hovered in the air as we stayed in silence for a moment.  “Even if we could never have something serious…” Edmund started, turning to look at me.  “We could always have some fun.”  My heart raced at what he was insinuating.

“Edmund, that is completely inappropriate.”

“Or hot,” he counteracted, a smirk on his face as we neared the stables.  I watched as Edmund slid off his horse before coming towards me.  He placed his hands on my waist and I felt my face already start to warm at the contact.  Edmund helped me down.  As my feet touched the ground, I noticed just how close we were.  We were so close I was afraid he might be able to hear my heart beating rapidly.

“If we were to have a secret relationship,” I said, causing Edmund to hold his breath in anticipation.  “Nobody could know.” 

“Yeah, that’s usually how secret relationships work.”  I rolled my eyes at this, causing Edmund to chuckle.  His hands started to trace my curves causing me to inhale sharply.  “So, are you in, princess?”  I let out a small whimper at the nickname causing Edmund to raise an eyebrow.  “I didn’t know I was already getting you so hot and bothered.”

“Oh cut that crap Edmund.  You know exactly what you’re doing.”  Edmund’s smirk seemed to only prove my point.  He grabbed my hand, looking both ways and making sure nobody was around before leading me to the back of the stables.  

“We’ll have to be quick,” he whispered, his hot breath tickling my skin as he bent forward to untie the strings of my dress.  I wasted no time taking off his shirt, my hands wandering his body and tracing his abs.  Edmund’s fingers tickled my back as he undid the strings, allowing the fabric to fall off of my body with a final tug.  He was quick to remove my undergarments, leaving me completely exposed to him.  His hands wandered my body, his eyes covering everything his hands couldn’t get to.  I worked quickly to take off his pants, revealing his extremely erect cock.  I let out a small moan at the sight.  He pushed me backwards causing me to lay on the stable floor.  While it would usually be an uncomfortable arrangement, I was too worried with getting Edmund to fuck me to care.  He hovered over me, his lips meeting mine for the first time.

I let my hands go to his brown locks as our mouths moved in sync.  The kiss was hungry as we both explored each other's mouths.  Edmund pulled away far too quickly causing me to whine in protest.  “I’m sorry princess but we have to make this quick so that nobody finds us.”  

I nodded in agreement before spreading my legs open for Edmund.  He let out a low moan at the sight, stroking himself a few times as his eyes took me in.  I watched as he lined himself with me, concentration etched onto his face.  I threw my head back in pleasure as Edmund pushed into me.  I felt myself work to accommodate him.  He put down his hands on either side of my face as he started a steady pace.  

“Fuck Edmund,” I gasped, my hand gripping onto his forearm.  His arm muscles strained to support his weight as he started to pick up the pace.  I wrapped my legs around him, offering him easier access.  The new position caused a new surge of pleasure.  I arched my back, letting out a moan.  Edmund lowered himself onto his forearms, his mouth right next to my ear, his warm breath tickling me as he panted.  I wrapped my arms around him, my nails digging into his skin as the pleasure started to become too much.  “I’m so close.”

“That’s it princess,” Edmund said while picking up his pace.  My nails raked down his back as I felt my entire body shake from pleasure.  My eyes were forced shut, a blinding white light behind my eyelids.  Edmund’s name fell from my mouth as I slowly came down from my high.  I felt Edmund pull out of me.  I opened my eyes to see him stroking himself, his face contorted with pleasure.  

I propped myself upright as I moved his hand, replacing it with my mouth.  “Fuck,” he gasped as I started to move my head.  I pushed myself to take as much of him as I could, feeling his tip hit the back of my throat.  His fingers were entangled with my (h/c) locks as his hand pushed me to take more of him.  Edmund let out a moan as I felt his hips buck before the feeling of something warm shooting down my throat.  I pulled away, swallowing the slightly bitter liquid.  “Holy shit,” Edmund said, his eyes lidded as he looked at me.

“Yeah,” I agreed.  We sat there in silence for a moment, recuperating from the intense orgasms we both had just experienced.  Edmund’s hand brushed a lock of hair from my face as he smiled at me.  His hand then traveled down to my cheek, caressing my face as I leaned into the touch.  The sound of someone’s voice caused us to start scrambling for our clothes.  

“Edmund, is Princess (y/n) here?” a male voice questioned.  Edmund had already put on his shirt as he peaked over the bale of hay that hid his naked bottom and my naked self from whoever was speaking.

“No,” he replied, shaking his head.

“Alright.  The King and Queen have arrived so if you see her, please let her know.”

“Will do.”  We both held our breath as the man’s footsteps slowly got quieter.  

“Guess I should go,” I said, already starting to get dressed.

“Yeah,” Edmund said, a frown on his face.

“Don’t worry, we’ll be meeting again very soon,” I said, causing him to smile again.  “Just next time can we find a place other than the stables?”

“I’ll work on that,” Edmund chuckled, pulling me in for one last kiss.  “Now go, your parents are waiting for you princess.”  I nodded before getting up.  I took one last glance at Edmund who was still laying on the floor, his shirt untucked from his pants and his brown hair a mess, before heading off back to the castle.

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[whateyescantsee]

Birthday Shots

Part 5

Summary: A flashback to the beginning..now through Fred’s POV.

Notes: Smutty musings… (sorry..Fred is a tad longer and there are two new scenes that deals with him that reader was not aware of)

Wiping down the counter when the phone rang, grumbling Fred answered it. That phone only ran when it was bad fucking news.

Inhaling, exhaling he grabbed the phone. “Hello.”

“Parras?”

“Who the fuck else would it be?”

A chuckle filled his ear. He made a face. “Stop I am in no mood, what do you want?”

“Abbott here.”

Fred rolled his eyes. “Yeah, like I didn’t know.”

“They are closing my VFW down for a short stint for repairs.”

That made annoyance curl fill him. He always got the short end of things. His place had issues with the fucking plumbing along with the electricity, and no one was coming to fix his post. He had fixed it all his damn self. “And why is it of my concern?”

“I have a girl here, her father is a colonel.”

“Good for you. You know I don’t want any distractions here.”

“Look its not our fault that the last woman to work there was that bitch of an ex-wife of yours.”

“Yeah well things have been calm ever since I got rid of her.”

“Bullshit. Anyway, I owe her father alot. So you’re going to take her while things are closed here.”

“I am not. Give her to Johnson.”

“He’s at full staff. Believe me, she is barely looking into her twenties and she not much of a distraction. She’s a good kid.”

He exhaled, pinching his nose. “Good kid?”

“Yeah, like I said her dad is a colonel and all her brothers are enlisted here and there. She has a nice smile. And fuck, I’ll owe you. You name it.”

“My fucking plumbing.” It was all he cared about.

“Fine. Done. After my placed is fixed, I’ll send my best plumber.”

“Sure. Yeah. When is she is fucking coming?”

“Tonight.”

“Fuck. Alright. What’s her name?”

“Y/FN.”

“Ok.”

*****

“Look guys, we have some chick coming to work here for a bit.”

Walter rubbed his hands together. “Is she hot?”

Fred shrugged. “No fucking idea. She’s practically a kid from what Abbott said. Let’s hope I, we don’t have to babysit her.”

Abe, grumbled into his beer. “We’ve had a good thing here. Do I have to be nice?”

Fred eyed his friend. “Be decent. We’re not pigs.” He sat back. He wasn’t exactly thrilled but at least he would get his plumbing fixed.

“Says you.” He chuckled.

The door opened, Fred looked past Abe and there you were. He swallowed, he pulled off his cap.

Would you have a chip on your shoulder, he wondered. So he leaned against his bar, he’d play dumb. His eyes moved over your curves, as you swished up to the bar. Was it already bad that he wanted to lay his hands on those hips of yours and pull you close.

“Hello!” Your voice was crisp and light. “Are you Mr. Parras?”

“Fred.” He looked from side to side. “So you’re Y/FN?”

You nodded. “That’s me.” You smiled, Abbott had been right. It was a nice smile but the rest of you well this was going to be interesting. His mind continued to wander vaguely to what he’d do to you. “Thank you for taking me in.”

Be pushed himself off the counter. “Look, Abbott and I owed each other. Just do as I say, I run a tight ship here.”

He could watch the emotions flood your eyes. You were young. Damn that too. “Ok! I get it. That’s great!”

“Your apron is on the hook through that door.” He pointed to the back door. “Go slip that on and I’ll show you around.”

“Great!” You said still brightly. The door of the backroom nodded. He bit the inside of his cheek as he watched you disappear into the back room.

“Damn Fred, now that is a piece of ass, I may have to dress a little nicer now.” Walter remarked.

He put his cap back on. “What so a clean pair of jeans?”

Walter chuckled.

“Maybe I will wear a new suit.” Piped in Lou.

He rolled his eyes before and leaned against the counter that held the bottles upon bottles of liquior.

Your niceness was bound to wear off, with chicks it usually did. He’d be prepared but at least you were something to look at. There was something classy about how you looked. Damn if he was half his age, he’d still be older then you. Now, he was too damn old.

At least those girls down a few blocks could distract him. Today he’d finally get a slice of Kandi; with you walking around he needed it.

******

He dragged the metal tub and placed it not far from the picnic table. Opening the freezer, he grabbed two bags of ice then poured them in. The little bbq was taking shape, he’d never admit it but he liked giving them. Going back in he grabbed the twelve pack and the hamburger patties. Kneeling down, he placed the bottles into the ice.

His fence door creaked, looking up he smiled. “Hey Lou, Shelly.” He smiled.

“Hey Fred.”

“Look who we grabbed and brought with us.” Lou, said with a twist of his mouth

Walter sheepishly came walking in.

“Good. Didn’t want to have to go and pick his ass up.” He gestured to the beers. “Make yourself comfortable.”

“Fred, want me to put the salad on the table or the refrigerator?” Shelly, Lou’s wife asked.

“Table is fine. If you want grab some dressings from the fridge.”

He looked up at the sky, it was a good day for the fourth. He ignited the coals, letting burn for a bit he finally placed some patties down. He sighed, as he watched them begin to sizzle.

He probably shouldn’t have invited Kandi, he really didn’t want to see her. But in case his mind wandered, he didn’t want to be caught drooling over you with one of your damn brothers here. God knows, what you’d be wearing.

******

He was flipping another around of burgers when heard of your arrival before he looked over his shoulder. Lou jumped up and introduced you to his wife.

So he decided to focus on the grill. Hesitantly, he glanced over his shoulder and saw that you were wearing one of those wispy little summer dresses. Damn it. Good thing Kandi would be here

“Fred.” He heard you, it caused a stirring in him. Why couldn’t he just be able to push you away. Something about you prickled his senses. It had only been a short while but you got to him. Yet another part of him was worried what if you just humored him. He was twice your age after-all. “I would like to introduce you to one of my brothers. This is Michael.”

He turned, and he smiled. You looked particularly pretty today, it stole his thoughts away. He was turning into a silly old man. “Michael?” He just couldn’t remember if you said marines or rangers, damn it what was he?You could see him trying to recollect, hav

“Hi sir.” He offered a hand. “I’m the marine.”

“Oh yes! Hi there pal.” He looked over and took his hand, shaking it. “Your baby sister…” He continued but then was cut off.

“Fred, honey I’ve made it.” Howled a woman, carrying a tray of some kind of jello dessert and waving with her free hand.

Inwardly, he turned cold. Did Kandi have to show up right now, he bit the inside of his cheek.

He knew the history she had with his friends. He wasn’t too keen on her, but he didn’t want to look like a fool because of you. As she closed the distance she wrapped an arm around him. Fred tried to maintain his smile.

He grew uncomfortable. Her perfume, made him wrinkle his nose. He didn’t want to be rude but damn, did she already have to try and kiss him. He moved away, there was no way he wanted that bubble gum pink lipstick on his face.

“Hi Kandi!” He managed politely enough as he moved his hand to her behind and gave her a hearty squeeze. He had heard stories from the boys. He tried not to shiver.

“Did you miss me?”

He winked. “Maybe. Anyway, I was talking to Y/N and her brother Michael, he’s a marine.”

“Oh, how rude of me.” She flashed a toothy smile your way. “Hi Y/N, you’re the new girl? Right?”

He smiled but cut in. “She’s the only girl, I allow.”

“I am still upset you won’t let me work at your bar.” Kandi stamped her foot.

“Because you would be too much of a sweet distraction.”

She giggled. “I guess so.”

He had to remember not to roll his eyes.

“See even now, I forgot what I was going to say.” He looked at you, then slid her a look. “You distracted me.”

You shrugged, now you were the one who looked between him and your brother. “Must not be terribly important.”

“I’ll remember.” He scratched the back of his head. “Well, back to grilling. “Burger? Michael, Y/N?”

“Yes, please.” You replied and your brother nodded.

“What about me?” Kandi pouted.

“I know you that you want a chicken patty.”

“Oh, right.” She swished and giggled. “I forgot.”

******

Glancing, over he saw you sitting off to the side, he had hoped you would have come to get your food. Since you didn’t he’d bring it to you. At least Kandi, gave him a bit of a break and was talking to the girl Abe brought with him.

As he neared, he saw that you were picking at the label. He wished you’d perk up. You had better be later he mused.

“I thought you were going to come back for your burger.”

He couldn’t resist rubbing your bare back. You smelled so good, you were a wonderful mix of perfume and suntan lotion. Everything that was nice about summer. He couldn’t help but chuckle when he saw you jump a little. He placed a plate in front of you.

“Easy.” You were as soft and smooth as he expected. “Didn’t mean to startle you.” A smirk curled his lips.

You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch or was he just imagining it. Just as he had that. thought all hope dashed from him as you sat up straighter. “I forgot.” You said simply.

“With those two beers you can’t, I need you on top of your game tonight baby.”

You appeared to brighten. “I will be.” He liked how your eyes twinkled in the sun.

“Good.” He rubbed your back once more, he needed to feel you again. “Well, I better get back to the bbq.” He headed back to the grill.

******

“I thought this is what you wanted?” Her perfume was making him ill she rubbed up against him. Nothing about this was arousing.

“It is.” He gruffly said, grabbing Kandi by her hips he removed her from his lap. “Just not from you.”

“Hey…hey.” She wiggled in his grasp.

“Calm down, I’ll still pay.”

She snapped her gum. “You want it from the little chickie don’t you?”

He narrowed his eyes as he looked at her. “What are you talking about?” He reached into his back pocket for his wallet.

“The new girl.”

“No!” Her words hit him like a blow to his stomach.

“Oh so you’re gay then? That’s cool. I have someone for you.”

“No!”

“Oh, so it is her.” A wet chuckle came from Kandi.

“Not a word. I don’t need the fucking headaches.” He handed her the cash, she took it then stuffed it in her bra.

“Fine but you got it bad.” He tapped him on his chest.

“Nah.” He brushed her finger away. “She just has a better ass then you.” He snapped. He didn’t like talking to her about you.

“But I use mine, I’m sure she’ll never use hers.” A wet chuckle came her again.

He was annoyed now, before the night was over, everyone would fucking know. Honestly, he wasn’t sure how he felt about that. He opened the door.

“You don’t have to lie, I saw how you looked at her. We know.” She pulled on her heels and lingered in the door way.

“Whatever. You can leave now.”

“You should tell her. You’d both be happier.”

He gave her a look, she snapped her gum and walked out.

******

Unscrewing a bottle to pour a round of shots, he noticed that there were no whispers among his friend. Perhaps, Kandi would keep her mouth shut.

Squinting, some light from the outside poured into the bar. As he saw you walk in; he swallowed hard. He didn’t think he could get aroused that fast. Fuck he was no damn teenager.

He would ignore it, he took a shot with the boys.

*****

At one point, you drew close as him. He inhaled deeply of your sweet scent. Just when, he didn’t think it could get better you leaned partially against him. “Happy Fourth of July, Fred this has been spectacular.”

You smiled up at him. Oh, how he wanted to keep you there, maybe even kiss you. You were so wonderfully soft. “Happy Fourth!” He smirked down at you.

Just as he began to enjoy the feel of your body, you fluttered off. Once again like some stupid randy teenager, he was aroused.

******

Finally, later into the night, well before midnight all of he gathered you all into the parking lot.

You came over and leaned gently against him. “Are those what I think they are?”

“Yup.” He winked at you. “I managed to grab some.” Fred smirked. “Now, everyone stand back.”

He snapped open his lighter and kneeling he quickly lit all the firecrackers. Stepping back fast, they all soon shot into the air and the night sky light up. All sorts of colors and booms filled their ears.

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[g3nosarchive]

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✧ pairing jotaro kujo x gn (doctor) reader (before diu)

✧ genre fluff i think

✧ warning descriptions of blood, a pretty large injury, basic surgery, mentions of needles, thorns, and stitches kinda 

✧ extra reader is a doctor working for the speedwagon association and has a stand !! i would love to talk about it more if anyone asks <3 i didn’t really know how to end it off smh 

“hello?”

“hm?” you mumble mindlessly, eyes trained on the contour of his abs.

“i’m bleeding. handle this.”

he snaps your attention back and you give a wry smile, scrambling for the gauze and ointments. you move up even closer and your brain refuses to let go of the idea that you were almost, a just a little shuffle away from being head first in his chest.

a singular prod at the edge of the gash has him jerking the tiniest bit, hissing lowly in pain. you bravely glance into his eyes, a silent promise to him that you’ll try to reduce the pain as soon as possible, and to finally get to business.

the anesthesia could only be swiped along the cut, with your own hands you realize. you give him another look, waiting for permission to move forward and he nods, watching as your index and middle, coated in a cool gel, dab themselves along his wound.

you’re unsure if he sighs in content or at your leisurely pace, but the knot in his brows in gone and your shoulders sink. at least he’s not in pain anymore. you pick up the pair of sleek black tweezers by your side, pulling at the bits of clothing in his wound as he watches with dark eyes.

finally it’s time to actually clean the blood, most of it dried and clotted along the edges. 

“..kujo-”

“jo..jo,” he interrupts. “jojo is fine.”

‘kujo’ makes me sound old.. 

“ah, jojo, yes. what a cute little nickname.”

immediately you get back to the task at hand, dabbing gingerly at the blood and wiping carefully to clear his skin of maroon dust. you don’t notice the way he peers down at you, as you laughed over his saying ‘jojo’, admiring the efficiency at which you move. he almost wishes there was a little more blood just so he could observe you further and try to understand just why his heart seemed to beat heavier whenever your breaths brushed along his chest.

“now, i’m going to bring out my stand ..jojo (he cringed), so lie down, hands at your side.” the authoritative air now surrounding you draws him and he moves quickly without qualms, amazing for a man who should be in significant pain.

“mother’s cradle,” you whisper, eyes gleaming as a doll-like figure with voluminous, twisting curls appeared by your side. it was a relatively large stand, deep royal blue skin, silver hair and noticeable winding vines, roses and thorns all over it’s body, forming a sort of dress. from it’s hands a thin spindle of green threadlike thing was created, shiny and strong, lead by a sharp penetrative thorn shaped into a needle.

he was enraptured as you clearly guided the needle to move towards the area on his chest, at the edge of the gash. another vine grew from Mother’s Cradle’s shoulder, the dew at the center of a rose stretched oddly into a sort of scope. similarly, other vines and thorns and creations followed and formed a set of surgical tools, all promptly created and exact. 

“mother’s cradle’s work is invisible after it’s done. it’ll only be a pinch of pain in the beginning, and if you don’t mind, i’ll start...”

the needle danced through the opening of his chest, a lovely winding spool of fiber brining the tear together, beautifully. it moved in harmony with the other tools like a practiced dance routine and he, jotaro, was enraptured. the pain was negligible compared to the story unfolding before his eyes; the degree of meticulousness in your stand control stirred both his thoughts and his curiosity deeply.

he found himself wishing time would slow once more - no more than ten minutes later your stand called back all of it’s creation and bundled into itself like a rose before disappearing.

you swiped over the now barely perceptible cut with a wipe, “andd now it’s done; i did take longer than usual but I wanted to make sure there were no issues with your blood flow, sorry for the extra time used. is there any abnormal pain left? any strange feelings?”

he only stares at you as your lips twitch and imaginary sweat rolls down the side of your face. this continues for one minute, two, three and finally he speaks.

“none at all. work with me.”

“ah? come again?”

he sits up and examines his torso in full, nodding slightly to himself, the little crinkle at the side of his mouth signaling his satisfaction.

“you like studying anatomy and genes and bodies of various species and organisms, similar to me. you’ve got your doctorate, and mother’s cradle basically confirms it. work with me.”

confirms what?

he says the most he’s ever said this evening and instead of swooning a little ball of anger pushes at your mind.

“see here, kujo, i’m not interested in working under anyone,” you start, a hand up in protest.

“that’s obvious,” he states, a dead look in his eye.

it’s exasperating dealing with such a clueless man you think, ready to explain further.

“i asked you to work with me. as a partner or other half in command - you’re too proud of a person to actually work below anyone right? forget that, what’s your answer?”

a fleeting weight is released from your shoulder and you sit there dumbly until he rises from the bed, towering over you, kneeling on the floor. you also rise and cough into the elbow of your coat. “if that’s what you meant then, thank you for the offer and yes, kujo -”

“.. jotaro is fine. just jotaro.”

“jotaro, got it. but no more jojo? or doctor kujo?” you joke, and the thought crosses your mind that maybe it’s too early but he breaks his silence soon enough, moderately dragging the rim of his hat down.

“...childish and i’m not a full doctor yet.”

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[hippolotamus]

I'd love to hear more about or read a snippet of David/Patrick Childhood AU please and thank you!

Thank you so much! This is actually the fic I targeted for Finish It Fest so the more hyped I can be the better. The premise is based very loosely off of Escape (The Pina Colada song). (Like so loose I’m no longer sure how I associate them) We get present day Patrick and David but also flashbacks to their younger years in SC, including a separation at their HS graduation and how they ultimately find their way back to each other.

Flashback Snippet 🍁

“So,” David begins, shoulder to shoulder with Patrick while they lay in the Rose’s backyard, staring up at the afternoon sky. Well, laying on a wide blanket to make sure David’s clothes don’t get ruined by the grass.

Patrick turns to face him, a hand over his eyes to shield the sun. “So?”

David fidgets with his fingers, keeping his sunglasses-clad gaze fixed on the clouds as he speaks. “The Fall Harvest dance is coming up.”

Patrick waits for him to continue, but that seems to be all David is going to offer. “Yeah, it is. I knew that. You just gonna spout facts or was there more to that?”

“Ass,” David prods back, lightly poking Patrick’s side. “Were you… going with anyone?”

“I haven’t asked anyone, if that’s what you mean. Are you?”

“No.”

David remains unusually quiet, so Patrick pushes a little further. “Were you hoping to go with someone?”

Patrick catalogs the flicker of - sadness, perhaps? - that crosses his best friend’s face. It seems to disappear as quickly as it arrives.

“Umm, not really.” David seems to be aiming for nonchalant. “Group activities aren’t really my thing. You know that.”

“Yeah, I do.” Patrick huffs a little laugh, trying not to focus too hard on what David’s face is, or isn’t, doing. “Hey, well maybe all of us could go together. You know, the guys. Nothing wrong with that, right?”

“What about Rachel?”

“What about her?” The question comes out a little too exasperated for Patrick’s liking.

“She seems awfully interested in you. Maybe she wants to go with you.”

Patrick sits up, hugging his knees to his chest. “God, what is it with everyone? Is there something in the damn water lately?”

David slides his sunglasses down his nose, eyes filled with concern. “What do you mean? I didn’t- I didn’t mean anything by it. I just thought-”

“Yeah, I know, David. It’s just…” Patrick scrubs a hand through his hair. “Andy’s always talking about how Rachel’s into me, and how I should ask her out. I’m just not into that right now. If he wants he should ask her out!”

“Oh,” David speaks quietly. “I’m sorry, Patrick. Like I said I, um, didn’t mean anything by it. I just thought…”

“No, it’s okay. I get it.” Patrick can’t expect David to know, even if they’re closer than most best friends.

David sits up then, mirroring Patrick, and resting one hand on his forearm. His voice is low and soothing like a balm when he finally speaks. “It doesn’t have to just be okay, Patrick. If you don’t wanna go with her - or anyone - you don’t have to. You don’t even have to go if you don’t want. You’re the only one who gets to decide that.”

Patrick gives David what he hopes is a smile. Sometimes he’s still overwhelmed that their friendship exists. That this is the same boy who strode into junior high the year before, refusing to even acknowledge Patrick’s existence. “Thank you, David.”

“Anytime, Patrick.” David squeezes his arm, but doesn’t remove his hand. Patrick doesn’t want him to. It burns and calms him simultaneously. Like he should want to pull away, but thinks that might feel worse. The weight of David’s palm against his skin is an anchor, nothing like when Rachel tries to touch him.

They sit together, in comfortable silence, on the blanket. David’s thumb idly brushes back and forth through the faint hairs on Patrick’s forearm. The sun starts to set, infusing the clouds with pink and orange hues. When Adelina calls them in for supper, and they finally separate, Patrick wonders why the absence feels so heavy. Why he feels simultaneously empty and like he’s been branded with an irrefutable mark. It’s not like they’ve never touched before. This time is different somehow. Patrick felt really… seen. He opened up to David about something everyone else expects him to want, and wasn’t made to feel bad, or weird, about it. Just accepted.

David calls for Patrick to hurry up, pulling him from his thoughts. Patrick rubs the spot on his arm once more, as if it could disappear, before speeding up to a slow jog to follow his friend inside. 💙🦛

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