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yandere-kokeshi · 8 months

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— Who hurt you?

— yandere dad-ghost x gn teenager reader

Summary || You come home bloodied and bruised from school. While getting patched up by your dad, you reveal things

A/N || This is one of my favorite fics atm. Idk why but seeing soft dad ghost?? Yeah. That's how to do, my heart is. Anyway, enjoy 😉

Warnings || details of being hurt/bullied, blood, hints that ghost kills, and comfort.

Copper and sharpie. That’s all you can smell. The stench has embossed itself on your clothes, your flesh, and inside your nostrils. It was embarrassing really, coming home after being chased by bullies.

They slapped you to the ground. Laughed in your face as the girls kept you from getting up, sitting directly on your chest. They pulled out permanent markers and drew foul things on your face, arms, and legs.

Knead your stomach and kicked you. All you wanted was to hang out with them.

Silence settles between the bathroom, hearing your dad — Simon Riley, Ghost or a big Kodiak bear you like to call him, go through his bedroom, the sounds of his drawers opening and closing as he huffs loudly.

You heard the cruel rumors of your reputation. It was a gnawing sort of feeling of betrayal. One that ate away at your very soul and left nothing but pain in its wake. The action alone may not be the worst thing in the entire world. But what made betrayal ache was that in the past, in its place, was trust.

The rumors of you spread like a disease; whispers in the school of ‘slut’ and ‘freak’. Everyone looked at you like something else. Even teachers scoffed at you. You thought you could handle it, until today. It’s expected for your favorite shirt to be stained — again.

You didn’t want to hear your dads voice. Him being incredibly disappointed in you.

You leaned your head on the back of the toilet, chewing the inside of your cheek as you waited for him to come in. It was long, just like the torture you’d endured hours before.

“What happened?”

You stayed quiet, continuing to look up at the white ceiling before turning your head to the side, looking at him in the doorway with half-lidded eyes. He’s leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed against his chest; almost like he’s disappointed. But his voice says otherwise.

“Kiddo, what happened?” he re-asks, his boots creaking with the shift in weight distribution, floorboards straining as he walks across the space toward you.

You stayed quiet, making him stare at you before sighing.

He opened the bottom of the sink, grabbed the med kit and seized the necessary items before turning on the faucet, grabbing another dark rag due to the one you’re holding already used; stained with markers, blood, and some snot.

Your dad clicked his tongue, “What the hell happened?”

“M’ don’t wanna talk about it,”

“You worried me,” your dad voiced, using your name. You considered his words carefully, staring at your lap, legs, and arms littered with all kinds of marks.

“You also worry too much,” you pointed out, watching him kneel before you.

He steals your words from your mouth when his huge hand settles around the bloodied rag in your palm. He doesn’t speak; at first, silence hangs between you, once again as throws it away; grabbing the cloth into the sink. Then, he soaks it until it’s dripping, droplets pinging off the surface, and wrings it out. His dorsal muscles ripple beneath the backs of his palm, veins a ballpoint color and standing out against his pale skin.

“You didn’t answer your phone,” he directs, carefully holding the damp fabric and slowly reaching for your face. “I thought something happened. Which did.”

You stayed quiet for a second. “… I didn’t mean to scare you,” you whisper.

You can see his brown eyes narrow, his mind occupied by something. Clearly, he’s angry. And who wouldn’t? Finding your kid barely able to stand up, laying against the wall for help covered in bruises and blood, was a frightening sight. Especially with his type of job, anything is possible.

The pressure of the cloth against your face is so delicate, almost like he’s appearing afraid to hurt you — gently brushing away the flecks of blood in your hairline as well as the drawings. He shakes his head gently, considering your words. “Not your fault, kiddo.”

He then grabbed your arm, rotating your wrist as he examined the bruises and forming – you watched his face fill with fury.

“Who did this to you?” he seethed, voice deep and low, a tone you’d heard not so much before.

You shook your head, clearly not in the mood to talk about it. But it didn’t satisfy him, he called your name, demanding you to look at him. Tears were already falling before more words curled out of his mouth.

At long last, finally with the adrenaline and frightened state going away, you let your guard down, letting tears pour down your eyes. It stung, face hurting more than you’d like. But you didn’t care. You needed to cry.

Your hands went up to wipe away the tears, but before you can hit your sore cheeks, he’s capturing you in his arms and pulling you to his chest. He doesn’t say anything, letting your head rest on his shoulder. All you required at this moment was to be held, to know you were loved. And that he wasn’t mad — never at you.

He rubbed your back, kissing the side of your head as you cried out more — sobbing turned into occasional hiccups and gasps, then sniffles and permanent hiccups that he would occasionally let out a chuckle on.

“Ready to talk about it, kid?” He asks cautiously, prodding but patient. You only sigh softly before looking up at him, quickly noticing the snot and tears stained into his gray hoodie.

“It’s just…” you pause, trying to find the right words to say. “Things have been rough, lately. School has been hard. Everything seems to be going wrong. Especially with the other kids.”

His eyes squint as he listens to you speak, the hazel color meeting your own, leaving you choking in your words. He’s your dad. You shouldn’t be afraid of telling him. But what if—?

“—And I know that being a teenager is hard. But, I can’t do it anymore. I don’t want to see them.” you trail off, a shuddering breath escaping your lips as you feel your eyes swell up once more.

His thumb catches them before they fall, however, and you smile at him for a moment before continuing.

“I’m scared to go back,” you whisper brokenly.

For a moment, the bathroom is silent, but all at once your dad’s arms are tightly around you in a hug. All-encompassing, it only makes you cry once more. Your head slumps over, forehead pressing into his shoulder – his hand pressing against the back of your neck.

“How long has it been happening?”

You shrug your shoulders, digging yourself deeper into his shoulder. “Long enough, I guess…”

“Kiddo…” he starts, sighing out of defeat. “Shit- I’m sorry for not noticing. Le’s keep you home, mkay’?”

“Okay,” you whisper, but that’s good enough for him. His hands started rubbing your back, before reaching over for the rag on the counter — continuing to clean up the stained marks and your irritated cheeks.

“Do you need me to do anything?” he says, his tone hardened. From the looks of it, he had a plan. But, you knew or not. His face was unreadable at times.

You shook your head, before hissing out at the soaped cloth on your cheek. He gently moved your hair out of the way, just enough to expose the wound near your eye.

“Sorry. Need to make sure it won’t get infected.”

Before you know it, he was done. Already putting the first aid kit back under the sink and throwing the used cloth into the wash. “Tell ya’ what,” he says, making you raise your eyebrows. Though, he pulled his cracked-screen phone from his pocket, the exact one he’s had for years and the one you’ve begged to get a new one.

He offers it to you, already on the phone on. More often or not, he didn’t let you snoop through it. Licensed files detailed in the phone. Plus, the last time you played a prank on him with it, he grounded you — for two weeks.

“W-hat do you want me to… do?” you stammered questioningly, hesitantly grabbing it before looking at the screen. Then back at him.

“Order pizza. Get whatever you want.”

Your eyes widened, a smile widening to which he chuckled at. “There you are,” he says fondly, hand brushing your hair back. “You get whatever, yeah?”

“Okay,” you say, the first true smile forming today.

You got up, eagerly running out of the bathroom and downstairs as Simon yelled a small ‘watch it!’. As he gets up from his knees, he walked into his office – making sure to hear that you’re calling the pickup line before ringing Price.

He immediately answered, asking what he needed. From the way you described their name-calling, the images of you sobbing as he held you, anger filled his veins, knuckles turning white as he clenched his fist with rage.

“I need a favor.”

And weeks later, the news began talking about a murder spree – snapping you out of your thoughts, only to see both of your ex-friends, and those teachers on TV. A pang of guilt set through you. But, beside you, your dad had a huge smile; one that was promising to never let anyone hurt you.

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ellieluvr420 · 2 months

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Friends? Never. Pt.3 (Ellie Williams x reader)

SYNOPSIS: You and Ellie had been bitter enemies for years now but before that you were best friends. You had always planned to be roommates one day but when that becomes a reality the situation isn't exactly how you both imagined it.

I feel like this is gonna end up being a slow burn bc i’m loving the angst atm but like i promise there will still be tension (wink wink (; )

Your eyes flutter open as you feel the steady rise and fall of Ellie's chest that you had found yourself leaning on. You blink slowly as you take in your surroundings when your eyes fix on your book that was sitting open in Ellie's lap, you look up at her with a devious grin giggling to yourself about her reading the book she had so passionately made fun of, and she had got quite far into it, you couldn't help but laugh until you saw her eyes twitching open which prompted you to swiftly turn over and pretend to be asleep unable to face her after last night. You hear her groan and feel her weight shifting, your eyes clamp shut and you hold your breath but you can't help but jump when you feel her strong hand clamping down on your shoulder.

"I know you're awake."

Fuck.

You defiantly roll over and make eye contact with her for a second before darting your eyes back up to the ceiling. You can feel her eyes on you but you both stay quiet and the silence soon begins to overwhelm you, the ticking of the clock on your wall slowly driving you to insanity, you just needed to fill the silence, anything to stop the deafening nothingness as you act like she isn't staring into your soul like you're made of glass.

"See you enjoyed my book last night, sure you aren't a virgin Williams?" You smirk at her as you finally work up the courage to make eye contact and your stomach drops as all you see is a scowl plastered on Ellie's face, she immediately starts stumbling out of bed so fast you barely register it before she's turning back to you with glassy eyes and a sneer.

"I should've fucking known. You- you're just... you're fucking unbelievable." She stammers out too angry to speak steadily. You just sit there stunned at her reaction, you were only acting how you always had with her, you thought she would snipe something back playfully but she was actually mad, you didn't know what to say. You both just stood there staring at each other, yours a look of bewilderment and hers unreadable. "I don't know why I expected anything different." She spits out and before you can question what she means she storms out slamming your door behind her leaving you to get ready for the patrol you were now vehemently dreading.

"Hey Rudy, just the usual please." You smile at the weapon armoury attendant that always got you your favourite rifle and handgun, he had always been a friend to you so when you see the questioning look in his eyes at your defeated stance, you shake your head and sigh. "Don't ask."

"I'll go get your shit."

"Thanks." You shoot him a small smile that doesn't reach your eyes and he wanders off to the back to get you everything you need. Once you have everything you walk over to the stables to grab your horse, Greg, everyone had laughed when you named him that, something Maria had let you do for your 12th birthday, but you loved the name then and you still loved the name now, it always put a smile on your face, even now as you walk past Ellie who ignores your presence entirely, you still smile as you squeal. "Hi Greg! How's my favourite boy doing?" You immediately go to stroke his nose before you saddle him up ready for patrol.

Ellie sneaks glances at you as you're distracted by your horse and a lump forms in her throat when she sees you dressed in your lightweight khaki green cargos she always saw you in in summer and a tight black tank top. She hated herself for being distracted by how you looked so she tore her eyes away from you with a huff and continued saddling up Shimmer.

You walk Greg over to the gates where you see Ellie chatting with Jesse, a deep grimace adorning her face, her eyes flicker over to yours and your breath hitches as she catches you watching her, it made you feel like you were 14 again when she first arrived in Jackson. Your heart starts beating rapidly, thundering in your chest, as she storms over to you.

"Hey-"

"Apparently there's a horde around the mountain cabins on our route. Jesse told me to tell you, we need to be really careful."

"Got it." You barely get the two words out before she's stomping away leaving you to roll your eyes at her childish demeanour. You were still so confused at the way she blew up at you earlier but you also felt saddened at the memory of the dejected look in her eyes, you were so focused on replaying the events of this morning you completely missed Jesse's speech, you only zone back in at the sound of everyone climbing onto their horse's followed by the subsequent pattern of hooves clicking against the ground.

"What the fuck are you doing? Get on the horse, we gotta go."

You don't reply, simply climbing onto Greg and snapping at his reins to get him to set off at a fast gallop. Ellie curses and follows you willing Shimmer to catch up.

You're horses are gently trotting through the forest as you both watch your surroundings cautiously. You had already been to the town and cleared the small straggles of infected there and now you were both making your way to the mountain cabins. There was an air of dread around you both as Ellie led the way with you watching your backs, you were quietly scanning the forest until you felt Greg attempting to nudge you away from the path you both followed and deeper into the forest. You whisper quietly. "What is it boy? Hm?" You let him lead you in the direction his senses are taking him completely forgetting about the quiet girl ahead of you. You walk and walk until you reach a clearer patch of the forest and your eyes zero in on what it is that had distracted Greg so much. "Oh you are so naughty, you just wanted an apple didn't you?" There was a small patch of apple trees adorned with the brightest red apples you had ever seen, your mouth watered at the sight and you didn't doubt that Greg looked the same, you spurred him on until he was standing right under the tree so you could reach up and grab some, you stuffed as many in your bag as you could with the idea to give some to Shimmer and Ellie and then toss one at Greg as you take a deep bite into your own. "Oh my god that is good. Isn't that good boy?" He neighs as a response and as you hear a branch snap your surroundings immediately dawn on you, you don't even have time to kick yourself for letting yourself get so distracted by the apples before you're reflexively reaching for your rifle as you see a clicker running right at you. You take a deep breath and squeeze the trigger and shudder a breath out as you watch it drop before it can reach you and Greg. "Fuck that was close."

Ellie's head snaps up at the sound of a rifle being fired, horror washing over her as she looks behind her to see you aren't there anymore. Immediately her heart quickens as her ears ring and her vision pulses as she looks for any sign of you anywhere but comes up empty. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." She doesn't know what direction you could have went in so she swallows a huff and screams your name over and over again. Her voice getting shakier and shakier with every repetition.

You hear Ellie's panicked voice calling your name and you snap at Greg's reins to make him go faster, you speed towards her voice until you burst out of the forest coming face to face with her.

"WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU?" She immediately screams as her eyes become foggy with tears, she knows its from relief and the thought sickens her.

"I'm sorry, Greg was pulling me into the forest so I went to go look and I ran into a clicker. I got it before it got to us so its fine."

"IT'S FINE? I THOUGHT YOU WERE FUCKING DEAD! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?"

"Stop fucking screaming Ellie you're gonna have the horde coming straight for us. I'm sorry I got distracted."

"Distracted? Fucking distracted? You're un-fucking-believable. What did you find?" She spits out mockingly, your cheeks heat and you bow your head in shame knowing your answer was only going to anger her more. You sigh and open your bag holding out two apples to her.

"I grabbed some for you and Shimmer, they're really good, best I've ever had." You smile weakly and she makes Shimmer walk over to you so you're both side by side. She takes the apples from your hands gently and you let out a shaky breath at her calm demeanour until she lobs the apples away before looking back at you with a fire in her eyes that you had never seen before.

"You scared the living shit out of me for fucking apples? Are you really that much of a petulant child that you'd risk both our lives for apples?" She spits out and you immediately pull on Greg's reins to make him gallop away from Ellie. She had hurt you, you were only excited and trying to do something nice, you made a mistake but you couldn't understand why she was so short with you today.

"Hey don't fucking walk away from me." She calls as she follows and catches up with you.

"I have nothing to say to you Ellie."

"No you don't get to be the hurt one, okay? You're the one that hurts."

"What the fuck do you mean by that?"

"Nothing, absolutely nothing." You huff and roll your eyes as you both continue to travel in an uncomfortable silence once again.

As you reach the first mountain cabin you both dismount your horses leaving them tied to one of the fence posts, you hand them both an apple missing the way Ellie rolled her eyes at your actions.

"Let's split up, we'll clear it quicker."

"Do you really think that's wise when we know there's a horde around here somewhere?"

"Why do you have to be so difficult?"

"Fine, you know what, have it your way. But don't expect me to come running when you get ambushed by a bunch of fucking infected." You storm off, shoulder checking her as you go and begin clearing the bottom floor of the house, you note Ellie's stomping footsteps ascending the stairs but you continue making your way cautiously throughout the house. You had almost finished clearing the bottom floor and you breathed a sigh of relief knowing you were one step closer to being finished when you hear a loud crash and the choked screeching of your name coming from Ellie's lips. "Fuck."

You immediately sprint to the sound of Ellie's voice until you see Ellie in the master bedroom fighting off two huge clickers, you meet her panic stricken eyes and without thinking you aim at the one on the left that was way too close to her face, it drops and the other clicker turns to you with a shriek before stumbling towards you.

"Go out the window! I'll lead it away!" You don't wait for a reply as you leg it away from the clicker while shooting at it with your hand gun, you head directly to the back door where you slam it shut before it can get out. You lean all your weight on the door as it bashes against it repeatedly until it slowly calms down to a stop. You observe it as it stumbles away from the door before carefully aiming your rifle at its head through the glass pane of the door, you squeeze the trigger and as it drops you feel Ellie's presence behind you. Her hand gently squeezes your shoulder as you whip around smacking it away from you.

"Look what your stubbornness caused us. We both just almost died because you were too petty to do your job correctly. Are you fucking happy?"

"I'm sorry okay. Thanks for saving my ass."

"Whatever we need to leave I'm sure there's more heading straight for us." You immediately head to Greg that you're relieved to see is okay alongside Shimmer before climbing on him once again and heading away to the next cabin as Ellie follows quietly behind.

The rest of patrol was uneventful, you both stuck together and cleared a few stragglers but it seemed the horde had moved away from your route. As you and Ellie both head back to Jackson, you pull another apple from your bag taking a bite and savouring the sweetness on your tongue, you note Ellie's eyes darting between you and the apple and you huff before pulling the last one out of your bag and holding it out to her. "Can you not throw this one away? It's the last one." She takes it from you gently with a small smile as she nods. You both devour the fruits on the slow journey back to Jackson as you gaze at the sunset that baths the landscape in a soft orangey hue.

You walk through the gates of Jackson and climb off of Greg before handing his reins to a stable assistant and kissing him on the nose, Jesse walks up to you with a foreboding look on his face.

"How was it?"

"Pretty average. The horde wasn't on our route so you might want to set up a team to start tracking them."

"Oh shit okay. Surprised neither of you killed each other." He nods toward Ellie.

"Oh believe me I came close." You both chuckle and he walks off to greet the others that were returning, you begin heading in the direction of your home before Ellie runs after you calling your name to get your attention.

"Wanna go get a drink?"

"Why?"

"To thank you for saving my ass and because I think we should talk."

"Fine." You huff and both make your way to the tipsy bison where you each grab a whiskey, yours on the rocks and hers neat, before settling into a booth in the corner of the room. You both sip your drinks until you get impatient at Ellie's silence.

"What did you want to talk about Ellie?"

"I wanted to apologise. I was being stubborn and that risked both our safeties, I'm smarter than that and so are you which is why you were right to question me on it. I was just pissed at you for disappearing but I shouldn't have let that get to me."

"Oh... well it's okay, we all make mistakes, I shouldn't have disappeared without saying anything and sorry I scared you. I honestly didn't think you'd care if I disappeared." You chuckle a little but it dies down as her face screws up as it had so many times today.

"What are you talking about? Of course I'd fucking care. Do you really not understand?"

"Understand what?" She sighs and shakes her head, her eyes darting anywhere but yours.

"I don't hate you, but you fucking hurt me when you cut me off without even an explanation, it's not like I don't know what happened but you didn't even have the guts to tell me why. And then- and then this morning, you still fucking run away from me, you just run away from any part of our relationship that isn't being horrible to each other. I mean, god- do you really think I'm that awful because I'm a lesbian? Can you really not stand to even be civil with me? Do you really hate yourself that much?" She sounds like she's pleading and the glassy sheen over her eyes has returned as she gulps down her drink.

"What? No Ellie, I've just never known how else to talk to you since we- since I cut you off. I just always feel so guilty for how I treated you and the only way I can function with it is by arguing with you, I don't know how to be friends with you anymore after everything that's happened." You look down in shame as you utter the words you had been burying deep inside you for years. Her last question stung but you forced the feeling down knowing she was right to question you because she wasn’t far off.

"How about we just try and forget about everything that's happened and start fresh? We're living together, we may as well try and be... friends." She hesitates before she says the last word but forces it out before she can change her mind.

"Okay... friends then." You both smile as you sip your drinks once again.

You had barely finished your talk with Ellie when you look up to see your parents standing at your booth, they both look at Ellie but make no move to address her, she rolls her eyes and slouches as she watches your panic-stricken face go grey.

"Mom? Dad? What are you doing here?"

"We came by to grab some dinner and we saw you over here." Your dad explains.

"We miss you baby. You're our only child, come to ours for dinner tomorrow night, we want to talk to you. Please." Your mum pleads softly. You can barely process what they're saying you're so shocked, you go silent as you just stare back until Ellie nudges you under the table with her foot to prompt a response from you. You clear your throat and nod as you try and gather some words, any words to fill the silence.

"Er... Okay. What time should I come over?"

"Seven okay?" Your mum asks.

"Okay." They both smile at you before glaring at Ellie and walking off as she smirks at their blatant bigotry.

"What the fuck was that about?" She questions through snickers.

"I have no fucking idea." You breathe out as your heart pounds and your palms sweat, you felt sick at the idea of going back to your family home, you should've just said no.

All you kept thinking was why did you say yes?

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twistedchatterbox · 1 year

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you > work

“summary: how would they act around you during work? ft.Azul and Floyd (seperately) tags. GN Reader, Fluff, This is basically my first ever “fic” reformatted, No Spoilers, yes I am biased as fuck mind your business, the fish mafia acts like an actual fish mafia, loveels, domestic Azul, Floyd is a lover for you and a danger for literally everything else, Jade makes a cameo, the fish are all so lovesick oh my god, no beta we overblot like men; i am kinda busy atm so please just accept these crumbs while i work on many things at once lol,, enjoy.

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They’ll treat you the way they always have; adoringly and lovingly. As unpredictable as they can be, for you, they’re simply smitten. Lovesick fish. It’s adorable, really. The way... The way Azul’s eyes light up into a look of excitement upon seeing your contact light up on the screen of his phone would have been contagious.. had his witnesses not been thoroughly terrified and possibly beaten out of their wits to even think or consider commenting on it. He quickly gathers himself, though, and asks his clients if they’d mind waiting a moment as he casts a spell; pointing his pen and channeling the spell directly against their throat, effectively ridding the poor unfortunate souls of their voices. Elegantly rising up from his chair in a well-practiced manner, he grabs his phone and heads towards privacy, where his own voice turns sweeter than honey as it fills to the gills with affection for you. Azul chuckles as he whispers a “Hi”, sighing as your voice brought him the fresh breather he’s yearned for all day. “Hi darling, has everything been alright?” he asks, softening with not only his voice but his smile as it turns genuine for you; which only intensifies as you explain you just called him to ask what he’d like for dinner, since you remembered the two of you forgot to assign kitchen duty today and you arrived home early. Azul’s eyes crinkle and he finds himself indulging in a closed-eyed smile, fondly shaking his head as if you could see it. “Ah, is that so?” Azul teases with no edge to his tone, “You just wanted to ask me what I’d like for dinner? My, my, aren’t you so benevolent today~?” he playfully murmurs, enjoying himself. But he can’t take too much time, since he does have a real answer for you. Sighing, he says so, “You truly are the sweetest thing...Can you please make my favourites today?”, feeling proud of himself when you pick up on it and ask if today has been exceptional, nodding as if you could tell. Azul feels sad that the call cannot last forever, yet he knows a way to remedy it so he gently murmurs his response, “Yes, today was great, thank you darling, i’ll see you at home. I love you.” Feeling more refreshed than ever compared to earlier, Azul re-corrects his posture and draws a breather, determined to quickly finish his leftover work early so that he can join as you soon as possible. Plus, getting home early and being able to wrap his arms around you while you navigated the kitchen just sounded perfect.

Now, visiting Floyd during work was Russian roulette with all chambers rigged for most people, meanwhile you could only describe it as a game of hide and seek. To say he adored you and was biased for you is an understatement. Wearing a warm, fluffy on the inside winter coat, you walked alongside Jade as you neared the place Floyd was supposed to be at around this time- according to Jade, at least. And today, that hunch seemed correct. In your sights was Floyd Leech in the flesh, humming a cheerful tune as he dragged a trash bag alongside the floor with a carefree smile that turned strained whenever the contents seemed to move around- or at least tried to. The way Floyd’s entire figure is engulfed in an excited and thrilled way is a familiar and endearing sight to you; making you smile when he notices you in the middle of his previously assigned task, looking directly at you as soon as you entered his line of sight. Smiling from eye to eye, unable to suppress the trill of sheer joy your surprise visit brought him. You couldn’t help but notice how his clothes were clean as of now, which meant- “Shrimpyy~~!! Gimme a hug~!” Floyd’s laughs with a lovestruck grin, showcasing his sharp, white teeth as he opens his arms for you. And his smile only grew happier as you ran upto him, jumping into his ready arms; he hugs you securely as he twirls you around- he has always been so careful of his strength when it came to you, protective of you, far more gentle towards you than anyone else has been, or ever cared to be. And as his right foot pressed down cruelly onto the tie of the suspicious body bag that finally stopped squirming, the none-existent audience was his witness. This gentleness would only ever be reserved for you.

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yourlocalfriendlyhobbit · 5 months

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Requested by @pacoholin

<< Part 1 | Part 3 (not posted yet) >>

A/N:

y’all making me shy with your compliments oml... *monkey covering eyes emoji* no but seriously i didn’t expect so much love on part 1, thank you all so much!

I’m also sorry it’s taking so long for me to write anything, i had a writer block, and I am chronicallly ill, so sometimes that keeps me from doing anything, and life is just sh*t all together...

This is also so freaking long... so I will make a part 3~ my brain is just not braining anymore atm...

The tourney happened weeks ago, and life was back to normal in Camelot. Things don't usually stays calm for long in this city with the magic ban, but somehow no sorcerer decided to take advantage of the tourney and agitation to commit any crimes...

That didn’t mean Merlin had had any time to relax whatsoever; there’s never a calm moment with Arthur. Especially now that he has what he wanted to ‘blackmail’ Merlin all he wanted... During the whole week of the tourney, up until now, the moment you were present, Arthur would send teasing glances his way; elbow him lightly; or just straight up make a teasing comment that would make poor Merlin blush and leave you confused...

But truth be told, Arthur just wanted Merlin to snap and finally tell you how he feels, and he didn’t know how to help his friend other than pushing a little and hope for the better....

Of course, the knights learned about it too. And weren’t really any help, as they all had a different... approche when it came to romance...

Guinevere tried to help too. From giving him advices on what to do for you, what gifts he could give you, to just listening to him rant for hours about you... She wasn’t very close to you, but she knew, just by the look in Merlin’s eyes when he talked about you, that you were a caring person, and she just hoped you returned his feelings...

Merlin aknowledged their attempts at helping him, but he was too shy and nervous... He had magic... what if you were scared of him once he told you? what if you ratted him out then? He knew deep down that even if you were scared you wouldn’t do that, but there was still this little voice at the back of his head reminded him of it...

...

Merlin was doing his usual tasks, as Arthur was getting ready for bed. He noticed the young prince was very quiet this evening; which, considering we are talking about Arthur is really something abnormal. Merlin was considering breaking the silence but the prince did first:

“You are free tomorrow.”

Merlin turned to Arthur, quite shocked. He let out a nervous laugh.

“And who is the poor soul who would have to look after you then if I am not here?”

Arthur scoffed, and grabbed a pillow from his bed and threw it at Merlin, who easily dodged it.

“Now, that is none of your concern. Tomorrow, you will go to the kitchen and meet with Guinevere, she will hand you a basket, and you will go have a nice little picnic with (Y/n). And for the love of God, tell them how you feel!”

The poor boy looked at the Prince as if he had grown a second head. He fidgeted with the cloth he was holding.

“I... I have no idea what you mean by th-”

Before he could finish his sentence, Arthur grabbed another pillow from his bed and threw it with way more force than before. This time, it hit Merlin in the face.

“I want to help you, but I am getting quite frustrated with you. There is no denying how you feel about them because that is very obvious; from the lovesick look in your eyes to that dumb smile you have when they so much talk to you, you are just trying to find excuses.”

Arthur walked up to Merlin, and put his hand on his shoulder.

“Now, man up, and put everyone out of their misery... well, mostly you...”

With a finale pat on the shoulder, he turned around and went to lay down on his bed, while Merlin stayed where he was. He looked to the ground, not really looking at anything in particular, mulling over all that just happened. He then sighed and got back to work, before leaving to go to bed himself.

When he arrived in Gaius’ appartment, he didn’t say a word and went straight to his room.

...

The morning arrived faster than he wanted. Of course, spending the day with you was all i wanted for a long time now, but if he was to confess to you, he knew he needed to be sincere about who he really was. And that scared him so much. He could stand you not returning his feelings, but imagining you being scared of him was the worst that could happen.

He was pacing around the room, thinking of hundreds of ways to tell you everything he wanted, all the things that could go wrong, etc... Gaius was watching him from his chair, the parchement he was reading long forgotten. Obviously he knew what was making the boy so jumpy. Suddenly, Merlin took off without saying a word, barely closing the door behind him.

He ran throught the corridors, straight to the kitchens where Guinevere had probably been waiting for him for the past hour. He stumbled when he reached the door, out of breathe. Guinevere was sitting on a chair, sewing a piece of clothing. She looked up when she heard him.

“I’m so sorry I made you wait!”

She simply smiled and got up.

“It’s alright; I figured you would take some time to come.”

She went to the counter at the back of the kitchens and picked up a basket. She then walked to Merlin and gave it to him.

“(Y/n) is most likely near the training yard; there is no one there at this hour. Now hurry up.”

She smiled and pushed him lightly. Merlin laughed, a light blush dusting his cheeks. He took a few steps backwards, then started to walk at a fast pace towards the yard, a huge smile on his face. When he finally arrived at the training yard, he looked around to find you. As he walked across the field, he spotted you sitting in the shadows of one of the walls. He stopped where he was, in the middle of the yard, and stared at you. Completely entranced; as he usually was when he saw you: every background sounds vanished. You were just so perfect.

A loud crash coming from somewhere behind him managed to get him out of his trance. But it also caugh your attention. And as usual, when you looked at him, he suddenly became all awkward and shy. But unaware of the effect you had on Merlin, you waved at him with a bright smile.

With a tight lip awkward smile, he walked to you, clutching the handle of the basket like his life depended on it. When Merlin finally reached you, you had stood up.

“Hi Merlin, how are you today?”

You could see how nervous he was, shifting from one foot to the other, looking at the ground.

“Oh um, I’m- I’m doing good- I- umm...”

Merlin paused.

“You- You are free this afternoon?”

You looked at him, a bit surprised. Knowing he is Arthur’s servant, he didn’t really have any kind of free time.

“Well, yes. Why you ask?”

Merlin took a deep, as if summoning all the courage he had in his body, and motionned to the baket he was holding tightly.

“I wanted to ask you if you would like to go picnic with me outside of Camelot’s walls?”

He was looking at you with the biggest puppy eyes you had ever seen, like he was begging you to say yes. If only he knew he didn’t need to do that for you to accept...

“Of course, I’d love that Merlin!”

You replied with a smile. Before he could say anything, you grabbed his free hand, and dragged him away from the castle. He nearly fell, but soon catched up with you.

Now, Merlin could only hope that you would return his feelings, but most importantly, that you would accept him, magic and all...

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The Four Times Frank Almost Asks You to Marry Him, and the One Time He Does. (Frank Castle x Reader)

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A/N: I love Frank Castle so much, I just want to cry. I'm currently watching the Astros lose to the Mariners, so here's some soft!frank to make everyone feel better. This is just a reminder that if you get a response from @yourfriendhenrywinter, that's me on my main account! They're linked together so I can't reply to comments as amhrosina atm!

Summary: I feel like the title of this makes the summary self-explanatory. This is four times Frank almost asks you to marry him, and then the one time he actually does it.

(Warnings: vigilante!reader (similar to Black Cat, but not actually Black Cat lol), socialiate!reader, mentions of cuts/blood/bruising - the usual Frank stuff, mentions of grief/death, guns, soft!FrankCastle, a wild Matt Murdock briefly makes an appearance)

The first time Frank almost asked you to marry him was after he’d shown up on your doorstep, beaten and battered to high hell. You’d ushered him in the door, still wiping the sleep from your eyes. It was almost four in the morning, and you had to be up in two hours to get ready for a meeting with your agent, but you didn’t complain to him about it once.

You did, however, tear him a new one for patrolling without backup. He tried to hide his grin as you stitched a particularly nasty cut up, being so gentle with your hands and so stern with your mouth.

“Frank, it’s dangerous. I mean,” you shook your head and grabbed another piece of gauze, “you could’ve called, you know? I would’ve met you somewhere. Watched your back. Shot a few guys.” You shot him a pointed look as you focused your attention on a small cut under his jaw.

“I didn’t want to bother you unless I had to. You have work soon, sweetheart.”

“I don’t care. Better for me to be tired than for you to be dead in a ditch somewhere.”

He watched you as you moved from injury to injury, cleaning, patching, and even suturing a few cuts. Your fluidity was graceful and enamoring, something Frank adored about you. How it looked like you flowed from room to room, barely placing your feet on the ground before you were already taking your next step. How you could take out a team of trained gunmen without ever having to touch the ground. And when you turned that graceful attention on him, he was a goner. He had never felt something as gentle as your hands, except maybe your love for him.

You began to clean up your bathroom counter, scooping empty gauze packages into your trash can. He rose to help you, but your stern gaze had him promptly sitting back down.

He murmured your name, intent on grasping your full attention so that he could tell you just how much he loved you. How his heart ached for you when you weren’t with him. How your love had burrowed its way into his soul, healing the missing piece of his heart. He would always love Maria and his kids, but he also knew he couldn’t sustain himself on anger and vengeance forever.

A knock sounded at the door before he could figure out where to begin. You made your way to the door, grabbing your gun off your side table before looking through the peephole. Frank was right behind you, hand resting on your waist, ready to pull you aside if the person at the door meant any harm.

You sighed, uncocking your gun and opening the door.

“Hey Devil Man.” You smiled. Frank narrowed his eyes at the man dressed in red.

“I smelt blood.” You nodded, like Matt’s timing wasn’t completely inconvenient, and opened the door wider, inviting him in.

“Since the whole gang is here, I’ll put on a pot of coffee.”

You walked into the kitchen, tinkering around for coffee mugs and creamer. Frank continued to glare at Matt, who was grinning wide like a cat.

“Cockblock,” Frank grumbled, rolling his eyes.

The second time Frank almost asked you to marry him, you were standing over an unconscious Russian mob member, panting because you had just whacked said Russian in the temple with your gun.

“That’s what I thought you said,” you huffed, stomping away from the guy, who was tied to a chair and missing most of his clothing.

Frank hadn’t expected you to lash out the way you did. The Russian was going on and on about Maria, Lisa, and Frank Jr., saying they deserved what they got, calling them weak. Frank was beyond letting some mobster rile him up about his past, but it apparently didn’t sit right with you.

You had stalked towards him, predator stalking prey, and asked him to repeat himself, a little louder so you could hear him. The guy had said three words before you raised the gun and smashed it into the side of his head.

Frank grinned, watching you stomp around and mumble to yourself. He heard parts of your rant; picked out words like “common decency” and “how dare he”.

“What’s so funny, big bad punisher?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“’s nothing, sweetheart. I just love you.” He averted his eyes from yours out of habit, but you didn’t mind. Frank’s been betrayed so many times in his life that allowing himself to be vulnerable and trust anyone was a feat, let alone confessing his love for you so openly. You returned his smile, leaning over to poor a bucket of water on the Russian, who came to kicking and sputtering.

‘Right,’ Frank thought, ‘back to work.”

The third time Frank almost asked you to marry him, he was sitting on the floor of your apartment, watching you answer questions on the morning news. You were pretty well known around New York. Your parents, who were wealthy real estate investors, had left you everything they owned in their will, which skyrocketed your status among New York socialites. If only they knew what you got up to once the sun went down.

A photo of the two of you holding hands outside of a bar was leaked online, causing all kinds of controversy among the elites. Your relationship with Frank had been kept from the public, which served both of you guys well, but when the photo had been released, your agent demanded that you make a statement, denying any type of relationship with him.

Frank had walked you to the door that morning, kissing you on your forehead and telling you to do whatever you needed to do. He wouldn’t let elite assholes hurt his feelings or his relationship with you.

You walked on set confidently; chin held high as you were bombarded with questions about your relationship with the vigilante Frank Castle. You cleared your throat, silencing the questions.

“I know you have many questions. I wish I could say I cared enough to answer them,” you paused, “My privacy has been violated. A private moment that I was sharing with my partner has been turned into a...a shitshow, really.” Your voice was crisp as it came through the tv speakers. The corners of Frank’s lips turned up. You had just cursed on live television, and that wasn’t even the worst thing you had done yet today.

“Frank Castle is not a bad man.” Your firm voice boomed across the silent set. “Frank Castle was abandoned by his country. The country that he served, with honor, for eight years. The country that slaughtered his family in broad daylight.”

Frank swallowed thickly. This was not on the script your agent had sent you.

“I think most of you don’t even care that I’m dating Frank. You just want a story that will sell papers.” You rolled your eyes. "Anyways, my point is, if any of you went through what Frank went through, you would wish you had the courage to do the same thing he did.”

The questions started up again, and you sent a sympathetic look towards someone off camera, no doubt your agent who was likely fuming.

“My relationship is my business, but for those who are wondering,” you slightly paused, making eye contact with the camera, “I’m in love with Frank Castle, and I don’t really care if anyone has a problem with that.” Your voice was soft, flittering through the speakers directly into Frank’s chest.

He knew that this would likely damage your reputation with the elites, but it was clear that you didn’t care. He let out a hearty laugh, sipping his coffee and getting up to make you breakfast. If he had been able to go with you to the news station, he would probably be on his knee right now, begging for your hand.

‘Another time, then,” Frank grinned, ‘another time.’

The fourth time Frank almost asked you to marry him, you were knelt down, knees in the soft ground, cleaning a particularly difficult glob of sap off a gravestone. He was not expecting to find you here, among his family’s graves. He certainly wasn’t expecting to find you cleaning the gravestones.

Frank had come by to talk to Maria, which always grounded him. He wanted to apologize to his kids for not protecting them when he should have. He also wanted to ask Maria for her forgiveness for loving someone else after her passing. It wasn’t a conflict in his head; he knew that Maria would have wanted him to find happiness, but that didn’t stop him from feeling guilty about how deep his love for you ran.

He inhaled sharply when he realized what you were doing. Your voice carried down the hill a little bit, hitting him squarely in the heart. You were talking to Maria.

“Was he always this grumpy?” You asked her, smiling bashfully. “He likes to act tough, but I know he’s a big teddy bear inside.” You wiped the top of the gravestone off, sitting back on your heels to observe your work. Sighing, you leaned back, moving into a crisscross position.

“I’m so sorry this happened to your family, Maria.” You paused, resting your chin on your hands. “I hope it’s okay that I love him. I really do. He’s...happier than he used to be. When I first met him, I mean.”

Frank blinked the tears that had gathered in his eyes. Overwhelmingly, and simultaneously, grief and love passed through him like a wave, nearly knocking him over.

You tilted your head, looking at the two graves next to Marias; Lisa and Frank Jr.’s resting places.

“Your dad misses you. You probably know that, but I see it in him all the time. The way he lights up when he gets to talk about you guys. I hope he never stops. Weirdly, I feel like I know you, even though we never met.”

You leaned back, searching through your bag for something. It nearly broke Frank when you pulled out a bouquet of peonies, Maria’s favorite flowers.

“I’ll take care of him,” you promised, setting the flowers down at the base of Maria’s grave. You ran your fingers over her name, etched beautifully into the stone.

Frank’s knees almost gave out. He fumbled with the little black box in his pocket, vowing to ask you to marry him as soon as he finished talking to Maria.

Your phone began to ring, startling both you and Frank. You held the phone between your ear and shoulder and began to pack your things away, chattering to whoever was on the other end of the line about a contract you hadn’t signed.

Frank was a little ashamed that he hid from you as you made your way towards the exit of the cemetery, but he figured that your conversation with Maria was something you didn’t want him to know about. He was so sure about his decision that it choked him up. He was going to ask you to marry him very soon. That he was sure about.

When Frank asked you to marry him, you were being coaxed awake by a soft voice, hands wondering over your back and brushing the hair from your eyes.

“Sweetheart,” Frank’s voice was like honey to your ears, “I’m sorry for waking you, but this is too important to wait until morning.”

You rubbed your eyes and clicked the lamp closest to you on. Frank was crouched down by your bed with a small smile on his face.

“What’s wrong, Frankie?” You asked, sitting up and checking him for cuts or bruises.

“Nothing’s wrong, sweetheart.” He let out a soft laugh. “I just wanted to ask you to marry me, that’s all.”

He slowly set an open ring box on your lap. Your eyes went wide, searching his face for deception.

“What?” You gasped. This was unexpected, to say the least.

“I don’t think I could take another day without putting a ring on your finger...” he searched for the right words, even though he had been practicing this speech for hours, “I don’t have much to offer you, but I’m yours for as long as you’ll have me.”

Your eyes grew teary as you smiled, palming his cheek.

“Oh, Frankie,” you mumbled, “Of course I’ll marry you, you beautiful, beautiful man.”

Frank let out a sigh of relief, tension leaving his shoulders, and smiled wide. Your grin matched his.

He plucked the ring out of the box, grasping your left hand and pushing the ring onto your ring finger. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into you and kissing his cheek.

“I love you so much, Frank,” you mumbled into his shoulder.

“I love you, Sweetheart.”

Frank’s eyebrows knit together in confusion as you jumped out of bed, hurriedly running towards the kitchen.

“Where are you going?” He called after you.

“I have to call Karen and tell her!” You responded, voice carrying across the apartment.

“It’s three o’clock in the morning,” he said, laughing, “Can’t it wait until later?”

End Note: I love the idea of Frank finding someone who he can trust and fully love after Maria's death. I hope if we ever see him in the MCU again, he'll be happy and healthy :'). Thank you for reading!

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reaveries · 2 years

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▬ booze and banter

summary: reader gets carried away drinking and arthur finds it amusing

pairings: high honor!arthur morgan x female!reader (established relationship)

warnings: intoxication, micah being grimey for one second, mild sexual themes (so mild you could miss it lmao)

word count: 2.5k (approximately 12 minutes reading time)

a/n: this is my first rdr2 drabble woo!!! hope y'all like it! i have a few other ideas i'm working on atm that i can't wait to outline and write,, it's just too much fun :3 also if you like it enough please give it a heart or let me know, it'd really make my day to know someone likes my writing! ok bye pardners, njoy <3

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She hadn’t realized until now just how much she missed this. Everyone was clustered around the fire, shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh. All are temporarily blind to their worries in favor of something much more pleasant. They’d been settling in for the evening when Javier started plucking at his strings, a careless but entrancing melody. One by one the weary souls of the Van Der Linde gang migrated to the warmth of the fire and began to sing along with the few words they recognized from his songs. The men and women sway to the music, occasionally tipping back their bottles and downing hot, bitter spirits.

She tilts hers back to get the last few drops, then tosses the empty container into the dark grass at her feet. A sigh escapes her as the heat pools in her belly, warming her up from the inside. The world begins to finally slow, with the men across the fire moving like molasses as they sing. She knows she’s enjoyed herself more than intended at that point but she doesn't mind much. In truth, there is a face missing at the fire and the longer he lingers away from camp, the deeper her worries grow. He and Hosea had gone on a hunting trip to look for the elusive giant bear dwelling in the Grizzlies. It was simple enough and he wouldn’t be gone long, he had assured her. But even so, her worries crept up on her, and on a night like tonight, the warm embrace of whiskey is waiting for her.

Suddenly, the lively beginning chords of her favorite song start to play. She perks up at the sound and awkwardly pushes herself off the log, stumbling over the fabric of her skirt and earning a steadying hand from Sadie beside her.

“How much have you had?” Sadie asks, eyebrows raised.

She squints up at the sky to find the answer, like the barkeeper left her tab somewhere in the stars.

“Somewhere between two and…five…”

“Two and five what? Shots?”

She shrugs her shoulders. “Somethin’ like that.”

Sadie huffs and shakes her head but doesn’t press further. It wasn’t anger or disappointment that stirred her, rather she knew her usually reserved friend was sure to make a fool of herself.

A few paces away from the fire, Mary Beth and Tilly twirl each other around arm-in-arm as the song begins to pick up. Tilly notices her walking over and extends her hand.

“Glad you could join us!” Mary Beth cheers. Her cheeks are flushed a light shade of pink but she doesn’t appear to be far from sober.

“I couldn’t help myself, this song can’t be enjoyed sitting down!” She laughs loudly.

“I know, it’s like they put somethin’ in it!” Tilly agrees.

Mary Beth takes her hand and spins her around rather clumsily but the wind in her hair and her skirt feels like heaven. She began to feel like she was floating and like her legs were just carrying her wherever they pleased. She couldn’t help but giggle at the funny thought of them running off without her. But all of a sudden, her foot catches on uneven ground and she’s forcefully reminded that her legs are, indeed, attached to the rest of her. She collides with the dirt, landing on the softness of her backside.

The music stops and folk turn to look her way. In a brief moment of sobriety, she looks up at the girls’ surprised faces and she starts to laugh. A real, throw-your-head-back, belly-aching laugh. Tilly and Mary Beth can’t help but join in, Mary Beth getting on her knees and laughing so hard that no noise comes out at all.

“Now you’re cut off!” Sadie yells.

The sound of a man groaning can be heard.

“I’ve always said women don’t know how to handle their liquor,” Micah’s grating voice pipes in. “Not that I mind.”

“Alright, that’s actually disgusting,” someone else responds.

Tilly reaches down to help her up and she gratefully obliges.

“Everythin’ alright?” another person asks, but this time their voice contains the deep, familiar drawl she’d been missing all night. She turns to make out who it is but the world moves too slow and faces are swimming in her vision.

“Arthur and Hosea are back, everyone!” Another person shouts, followed by whooping and whistling.

She can’t help the smile that overtakes her face.

“Arthur?” She slurs, trying to make out the man among the faces surrounding the fire.

Sadie starts to laugh in the husky way that only she does.

“Ever since she started on that whiskey we haven’t been able to get her to shut up about you. All night I got ‘Where’s Arthur at?’ or ‘Wish Arthur were here’ and my personal favorite, ‘I’ll be so pissed if he got mauled by the damn bear.’”

She gulps.

“You’re tellin’ me I said all that out loud?”

The group erupts in laughter and Javier begins to finger his strings once more. A warm hand finds her upper arm in the midst of everything. She whips around a little too fast and nearly loses her balance again. He reaches out to grip both of her arms and steady her.

“Woah there. You’ve got more whiskey than blood in ya,” he chuckles.

Everyone’s attention is back on the music and the girls have resumed their swaying to a more somber song than before.

She looks up at him, her eyes meeting his. A funny feeling rises in her chest. His calloused hands on her bare skin and his sweet blue eyes peering down at her make her heart swell with contentment.

“You’re back…” she smiles broadly.

“Of course I’m back, silly woman,” he laughs. He looks her over, eyes resting on her flushed cheeks and glassy eyes.

“Let’s get you outta here,” he says, directing her away. She hums in agreement and finds his elbow to interlock with her own.

“You were gone too long, Arthur Morgan,” she scolds as they leave the warmth of the fire and head towards his tent. “I was so cold without ya. Almost considered sleepin’ with Cain.”

He scoffs.

“Don’t tell me I’ve been replaced after only three nights!” He sounds appalled at the idea but the smile on his face deceives him.

“Don’t worry, big guy. I was only considerin’ it.” She pats his chest assuringly. “Could never replace you. Especially not with a dog. Why, a dog couldn’t do half the things you do.”

The two of them step beneath the canopy of his tent. He unfurls the canvas that’s drawn back to the posts and lets it fall to seclude them from the rest of the camp. He ties the opening shut to keep the wind from blowing in and ward off any prying eyes to their private matters.

“And what is it I do?”

“Well…” she starts, kicking off her boots and fidgeting with the buttons of her blouse.

“Shoot guns. That’s a big one.”

He hums, acknowledging her astuteness.

“What else… Oh. Leave the woman he loves to freeze to death while he goes lookin’ for a big bear.” She turns to him with a pronounced frown.

He can’t restrain his laughter anymore, “Alright, alright, darlin’. I see the errors of my ways.”

Arthur moves towards her and replaces her hands with his own, gingerly undoing each button for her. Her hands fall limply to her sides as he works away. He pulls the blouse off her shoulders, then moves to slide her belt from the loops of her skirt, causing it to slip down and pool at her feet. She puts her hands on his chest to steady herself as she carefully steps out, wearing nothing but the sheer linens of her chemise. She rests her head against his chest and closes her eyes, a soft sigh escapes her lips when his hands find their way to her hips. A childlike sense of peace overtakes her.

“I just missed ya is all,” she mumbles.

“I know,” he says, leaving a kiss on the crown of her head. “Now go get in bed, sweet thing.”

She didn’t need to be told twice. The adoring way he spoke to her always left her stomach a fluttering mess. She couldn’t help but giggle as she stumbled over to the cot and plopped down, cozying herself beneath the furs.

She watches him lazily as he pulls his bandolier over his head and places it on the table. His gun belt and holsters follow suit and then he’s working down the buttons of his blue shirt. He shrugs it off, revealing the top half of his cream-colored union suit. Her eyes rake over him drowsily. She loves the way the muscles of his abdomen strain against the material and how he leaves the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his strong arms. Those arms were truly something else. She doesn’t bother attempting to suppress the sudden vivid recollection of the lewd circumstances she’s witnessed those arms in.

He looks down at her out of the corner of his eyes while he undoes his jeans.

“You have no shame, do ya?”

“Not at all,” she says with a grin.

He shakes his head. “You’re usually so put together. I woulda never taken you for a sloppy drunk.”

“Sweetheart… Don't know if you've noticed but turn me into a delirious fool even when I’m sober,” she slurs, the weight of her eyelids increasing by the second. “It’s not the hooch that’s the common factor.”

“Ah, I've noticed, don't you worry.”

Her eyelids had finally sunken and waves of swirling darkness danced behind the thin skin. She could hear the smile in his tone and it made the corners of her mouth turn up. The cot dips down beside her and she feels his hand pat her hip, signaling her to make some space. She turns over in a less than graceful manner to face the wagon, allowing him room on the outside of the cot in the way they always slept. He groans as he lies down behind her, grateful to finally rest his bones somewhere other than his damp bedroll. His large hands find her stomach and his knees lay flush with the soft skin of her calves. The rough, itchy stubble of his chin nestled into her shoulder was a welcome feeling she hadn’t realized she missed so much. The warmth from his breath fanning over her neck and his chest pressed up against her back did away with any lingering goosebumps on her skin. He brings his hand up to brush away stray hairs at the nape of her neck and tucks them behind her ear. She feels the warm softness of his lips leaving innocent kisses there and down her shoulder like he often did when the night was coming to a close. And whether it was the liquor in her veins or the yearning she felt when he was gone, she didn’t know, but her chest was thumping with every little touch.

“Arthur…” she murmurs. He hums in response, lips still pressed to her skin.

“Take me with you next time.”

He pulls away suddenly, not expecting that.

“But you don’t like huntin’,” he states, with no room for doubt.

She rolls over and opens her eyes. In the darkness of his tent she can barely make out the features of his face but she brings her hand up to the outline of his cheek. Words are lost on her in this moment, maybe she shouldn’t have said anything.

“I don’t like hunting,” she agrees. “But I like you.”

He lets out a long sigh. “I like you too, darlin’. Now go on and go to sleep before you say anything else you’ll smack yourself over in the mornin’.”

She obliges and burrows her head into his chest. He wraps his arm around her, weaving his fingers through her hair. He laughs quietly to himself, replaying the last few seconds in his head once again.

“You’re ridiculous,” he mumbles.

She fell asleep as he toyed with the strands of her hair and it didn’t take long for him to follow suit. Sleep always came easy in the arms of his woman. And though it wasn’t the welcome home he’d been expecting, he’d be lying if he said it didn’t tug on his heartstrings to see her smiling up at him the way she did. How could he ever leave her after that?

Bonus:

The harsh and unrelenting pounding behind her eyes is what rouses her the next day. She brings her palm up to her forehead and groans at the pain.

“Mornin’ sunshine!”

She turns her head and squints to see Arthur sitting at his desk, journal in hand. Light shining in through the canvas behind him darkens his figure and makes him hard to make out at first. He marks his page and sets it aside when he sees that she’s awake.

“Was wonderin’ when you’d finally join the realm of the living,” he says, looking down at her with a playful glint in his eye. He’s fully dressed and has most of his gear equipped like he’s ready to get going.

“Here, drink this.” He hands her a cup of what looks like water off the table. She sits up to take it into her hands and then downs it all at once. It wasn’t water, at least not entirely. It had a slight floral aftertaste that wasn’t too unpleasant but not something she’d ever willingly want to drink.

“Good girl,” he says, removing the cup from her hands and placing it back on the table.

“Now get dressed, we’ve got work to do.”

“Work? What work?” She asks, a puzzled look on her face.

She and Arthur never shared the same kind of work, not even when it came to camp chores. Whenever she tried to do something as simple as chop wood, one of the men would wave her off and take care of it for her. So what was it? Were they going to rob a train together? Why that’d be something, especially considering she can count on one hand the number of times she’s fired a gun.

“You don’t remember?” He tilts his head, bringing a hand to his chin to hide the shadow of a smirk.

“Remember what, Arthur?” She looks up at him, eyebrows furrowed. Then, slowly, fragments of last night begin to creep up on her. Her eyes widen at the sudden realization. “I didn’t mean it. No, I don’t want to go-”

“Maybe that’ll teach ya to take it easy on the hooch next time, darlin’. Now, you alright gettin’ dressed on your own, or do ya need my help again?”

He takes a step back as he says it, anticipating her response. She grabs the empty cup off the table and flings it at him but he dodges it easily and steps through the opening of the tent, chuckling under his breath.

She flops back onto the cot with a huff. She wouldn’t be drinking again for a while.

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 fanfic #red dead redemption 2 x reader #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur x reader

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Hellooooo! First off, love u bunches you are awesome ❤️ secondly, I will now put this in the request. Either crowley or Azi, or both separately, either way, slow dancing with reader, where like Old Fasioned by Bruno Major is mentioned but not in the actual fic? Just all the fluff bc my heart can’t handle angst atm… K… well… once again, love u, i fan girl over your work 🫡❤️

notes: cute and short one! and MWAH ilu2 💕 pairing: aziraphale x reader

rating: G

Sometimes he lets you put your music on, even though he grumbles and complains, and sometimes, when the outside is gloomy and rainy and the lights in the shop are low, he’ll dance with you to it.

“I feel like you’re trying to imply something with this song,” he mutters, fondly, as Bruno Major’s Old Fashioned gently thrums through the speakers and ricochets around the books. His hand grips one of yours gently, while the other has alighted on your hip. He’s not much of a dancer but can hold you and sway well enough.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” you sigh, happily, and bury your head into his chest. He presses his lips to your crown, an intimacy without quite being a kiss. You think you could stay in his arms forever. You’re safe here, protected from the outside world; though he may not have his wings out to cocoon the two of you in this moment together you feel like you’re the only ones in the world anyway.

Something occurs to you, and it must make you pause for just a second, because Aziraphale notices.

“Darling?”

“Sorry, it just occurred to me that you don’t have a heartbeat. It’s very strange is all,” you hum, though snuggle into him deeper so that he doesn’t think you have an issue with it. It’s just something you’ve noticed. It’s hard to ignore something so biological when you’re aware of your own one thumping in your chest, pumping the blood which is allowing your cheeks to warm up.

“Ah, I see. Hmm, hang on.”

His hand leaves yours for a moment to pull something downwards from the air, something you can’t see, and suddenly you begin to hear it - the very obvious ba-thump ba-thump in his chest. It’s a beautiful rhythm, in time to the song, and your eyes grow wide. He’s smiling when you look up at him.

“Oh, Aziraphale. It’s lovely.”

“Anything for you, my darling,” he whispers, and presses his lips to yours for a welcome kiss.

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#aziraphale x reader #request #michael sheen x reader

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HN's lore and fandom are literally broken atm

Every time when something shitty happens with this poor franchise I had the feeling that I should write something about it. And the last AS teaser was like a spit into my face, so here you go. HN has problems, the fandom, the franchise itself. And these problems are huge. We all know that it's a some kind of a milking cow at the moment, it's already a very sad situation. People around me (with whom I hang out and they are/were in HN fandom) liked the way how story went when Nikita was around. It's obvious, that he wasn't involved in modern HN2 and projects that were created after. It may sound stupid to those people, who don't have this feeling, but you just know that he hasn't participated in development. It's like a style, handwriting. You can try to copy it, but it still will be a copy. And his style, his handwriting is nowhere. The last time I felt that HN is HN was when HN2 alpha 2 teasers were seen. I was excited, had high hopes. Felt that special vibe. But later? Nothing. Lore problems. SIGH. Every fucking interpretation of this poor game fails, contradicting each other and original canon. We have the game. The first and original resource of information, everything else should be based on it, not the opposite(!). These books are a cash grab, I have almost all of them, I've read them, but they're a cash grab literally. I can say it as a person who is writing too and who can point out that everyone is freaking OOC in them, including Theodore. And no matter how TB wants to be "an animation studio" or smth, they're GAME PUBLISHERS hiii hellooo hi??? You're supposed to publish games, they spent money on absolutely unnecessary product that can't even give them these money back, as I suppose. You all do know that Ted never freaking ever had a brother. Even the book one had SISTER, but it was just a random fact even and her existence in the lore was... Not important. Lore keeps being overwritten over and over again, it's nowhere HN already. The legacy was destroyed or smth. I won't even say anything about poor HG that had amusing potential! Are u guys really okay with this? Cuz I'm not. It feels at least disrespectful to Nikita, imho. I would be so depressed if my creation was turned into a milking cow for someone else. HN1 had a meaning, morality. It wasn't just a game for fun and giggles, it was a message, it was an art. Like a good movie, like a good book. But a good game. Maybe with bugs, yes. Maybe it wasn't 100% perfect in different aspects, but it had soul. And imho HN could be a russian gamedev savior at some point, cuz russian gamedev is half alive. And old fandom... People who are new to this franchise probably doesn't know a lot of facts, some don't even understand what was HN1 about, even if it's obvious as hell. People are not friendly to each other for some reason, despite they're a part of one community. Stop stabbing the same boat where we all in, you will drown not us, but yourself too. So we should be respectful to each other, we're the one community, no matter if we want it or not. I miss old HN. No fucking mystic, just metaphors and messages. No random flat characters, no 100 boring and unnecessary spin-offs, including a freaking cartoon. And as a conclusion HN = Nikita (and Dynamic Pixels ppl) No Nikita = No HN Text is not systematized as it should, maybe there are even grammar mistakes. But it's an emotional vent.

#hello neighbor #hello neighbor 2 #hello guest #This poor fandom doesn't deserve this shit #Nikita save us all pls #Masya text post

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EM ‘Hey Stranger’ • Chapter Twenty Six - Euclid

Chapter summary: Here comes Vecna.

content warnings: mentions of mental health (depression), mentions of suicidal thoughts, mentions of parental abuse / PTSD.

A/N: this chapter might be a bit confusing as its in two different locations (regular Hawkins trailer park and the upside down version of the trailer park) so I hope it makes sense!!! Also, the song isn't from the 80's but fuck it fits perfectly with the scene, its also my favourite song atm and would 100% bring me back from the upside down if I heard it lmao.

I really recommend listening to the song at the same time when reading this chapter so you get a feel for the vibe I'm going for but its totally optional! Any excuse for me to talk about Sleep Token lol.

link to song: Youtube link to Sleep Token - Euclid / can also be found at the Hey Stranger Playlist (which contains all the songs used in this series! :)

Friday / 1pm / Eddie’s trailer / 4 days left

Nina: “Can Ozzy and Garfield stay with Sheryl, Robin and I for a while?”

Eddie: [confused] “Sure, why?”

Nina: [muttering quietly] “Vecna might get them if they stay here.”

Eddie: [amused] “Don’t think Vecna feasts on kittens, sweetheart.”

Nina: [blushing, cute] “Just to be on the safe side.” [she picks them up and puts them in their carrier] “Don’t want anything bad happening to the children.”

Eddie: [looking at Nina fondly, amused] “So it’s fine if Vecna takes your soul and snaps your bones like a twig, but kittens are where you draw the line?”

Nina: [tickling Garfield’s chin] “They’re our boys!” [looking at Eddie, smiling] “I just want to make sure they’re safe.” [teasingly] “Glad to see you’ve got your sense of humour back, you had me worried for a while there.”

Eddie: [rolling his eyes, voice soft] “They’re going to be fine, and you’re going to be fine.”

Nina: [unsure] “I know. Just to be on the safe side.”

Eddie: [sighing] “All packed?”

Nina: [going through her draw in Eddie’s dresser] “Nearly, yeah. I’m sorry about this, Eddie.”

Eddie: “Don’t apologise, I want you to feel safe. It’s not safe here for you at the moment.”

Nina: [shy] “Funny, this is usually my safe place.” [cautiously] “You’re gonna stay with me, right?”

Eddie: “Always.”

Nina: [picking up a tape from the drawer] “What’s this?”

Eddie: [blushing] “Erm, that was meant to be a surprise. I was making you a mixed tape. It’s not finished yet.”

Nina: [grinning] “You always said you were going to make me one.” [teasing] “I can’t wait to hear it.” [joking] “If it’s finished before my bones get crumpled like a piece of paper.”

Eddie: [grinning] “See, we’re both making jokes about it now.” [Nina smiles at him] “That means that we’re definitely going to beat Vecna.”

Nina: [sarcastically, bitter] “Actually it means we both have really healthy coping mechanisms and good luck in our lives.”

Eddie: [wrapping his arms around her waist from behind] “My luck has turned I’ll have you know, the day I met you.”

Steve: “Ugh, get a room honestly, Hawkins is about to get blown to smithereens and Nina crinkled like a leaf and you’re both still groping each other.”

Eddie: [grinning] “See, even Steve’s got a sense of humour about it.” [Nina rolls her eyes]

Nancy: “You guys find anything?”

Nina: “Nah, nothing. Just packing some stuff to take home.”

Eddie: “I’ll take them to the car.” [he picks up Nina’s bags, kisses her cheek and leaves the room]

Robin: “You okay, honey?”

Nina: [solemn] “Yeah, I guess.” [frustrated] “Just wish we knew what we were up against.”

Robin: “I know.” [wrapping an arm around her, resting her head on Nina’s shoulder] “Don’t worry, we’ll figure it out.”

Eddie: “Ready to go?”

Nina: “Yup! Oh wait, I forgot to get something from the bathroom.”

Eddie: “You can say condoms, Nina, we’re all adults here!”

Nina: [appalled] “Eddie! What the hell!” [muttering to herself] “And why would anyone keep condoms in the bathroom? Dumbass.”

Jonathan: “Why are you talking about condoms- Nina? Are you okay?”

Nina is looking at the mirror in the bathroom.

Nina: [cautiously, afraid] “Can- Can you guys see that?”

Robin: [coming to Nina’s side] “See what?” [looking in the mirror] “There’s nothing there.”

Nina: [pointing at the mirror] “There’s something in the mirror.”

Nancy: “There’s nothing in the mirror, Nina.”

The lights in the bathroom begin to flicker and the group gasps, the flickering lights now spreading to the whole trailer. The lightbulbs begin buzzing and the electronics turning on and off; the microwave pinging, television crackling static and Eddie’s amp whining.

Nina: [going pale] “I can see it, he’s right there.” [turning to Eddie who is stood facing her] “Eddie, can you see-“

Eddie’s hand reaches out to touch Nina, and as his hand rests on her arm, Eddie’s body disappears in a puff of dark smoke, as does Robin’s, Steve’s, Nancy and Jonathan’s. The trailer begins to swirl and furniture evaporates into dusty black clouds, Nina falls backwards in fright. Where Eddie once stood now stands the black figure from the mirror, it’s long claws reaching out for her.

Vecna: “Nina….”

Nina screams and scrambles on the floor, desperately trying to skate away from the tall figure looming before her.

Eddie: [worried] “Nina, what’s wrong?” [he goes to reach for her again and she shuffles back in fright, he looks around at everyone, scared] “Guys, what’s happening?”

Steve: “It’s happening again, he’s here.” [looking around, frantic] “We need music!”

Robin: “Nina, can you hear us? We’re here, don’t worry, we’ll get you out of there!” [She reaches to touch Nina and Nina screams, backing away on the floor, hitting her head off the wall as she presses herself against it] “Somebody find some god damn music!”

Eddie: [rushing around the trailer] “Damn it Wayne, why yesterday of all days did you decide to tidy?!”

Nina: [blinking furiously, shaking] “Stop, make it stop!”

The figure transforms into Nina’s Mom and she walks slowly towards Nina, crouching down to her height.

Nina’s Mom: “Going somewhere, Nina?”

Nina: [frightened] “Oh god, please no!”

Robin: [shaking Nina’s shoulders] “Nina! Wake up, wake up!” [she clicks her fingers in front of Nina’s face, Nina looks straight through her, staring at nothing in the middle of the living room]

Nina’s Mom extends her hand to stroke Nina’s hair, Nina flinches with fright.

Nina’s Mom: “No need to be scared, it’s just me, your mom, Nina.”

Nina: [whimpering] “Leave me alone!”

Eddie: [pained] “Nina, can you hear me? It’s me, it’s Eddie!”

Nina’s Mom’s hand leaves her hair to wrap around Nina’s throat, Nina panics.

Nina: “Not again, please, no!” [Nina stands and runs, hurtling fiercely out of the trailer door, tripping over her feet and landing on the wet ground with a thump] “Please, not now!”

Eddie runs after Nina as she sprints out the door.

Eddie: “Nina! Nina, wait, it’s just us, Nina!” [he catches up with her as she is standing motionless on the grass outside the trailer, her back to Eddie] “Nina?” [he grabs her shoulder] “Nina?” [he moves to stand in front of her and he pales] “It's happening again. Oh fuck, it’s happening again! Guys!”

Nina is standing completely still, her eyes white and bloodshot, her body and mind unresponsive.

In Nina’s mind it is just her and Vecna; the trailer park she’s stood in now dark and cold, the only light shining from the moon. The trailer park is deserted, the howling of the wind the only noise in their encounter.

Venca: “I’ve been waiting for you, Nina.”

Nina: [in the upside down] “Let me out of here, please, I don’t want to be here!”

Vecna: [approaching her] “You can’t run from me.”

Nina: [muttering to herself] “I’m gonna fucking try.” [she begins to sprint in the other direction, carefully weaving in between the trailers]

Vecna: “You’re good at running, aren’t you Nina?” [Nina continues to run, turning her head occasionally in fear to see Vecna creeping slowly behind her] “Running from your feelings like you did in the woods that day,” [Nina remembers running in the forest, when Eddie found her bloody and crying] “Running from your mom in California,” [Nina remembers sitting in the airport for hours, watching the minutes on the clock tick by] “Running from letting Eddie and Robin into your life.” [Nina stops in her tracks, stunned] “But you can’t outrun this.”

Nina: “I’m not like that anymore.” [her bottom lip quivers] “I’m better, I’m fixed now. I’m not running anymore.”

Vecna: [bitter, venomous] “Fixed? How could you be fixed?” [condescending] “Deep down you’re still that broken little girl who cries herself to sleep at night.” [walking towards her menacingly] “You think that I don’t see you? See your pain?”

Nina: “Stop.”

Eddie: [shouting back to the trailer] “Get me some fucking music, now!” [looking at Nina, terrified] “Please don’t go, Nina.”

Vecna: “It could be so easy Nina, just take my hand and I’ll make it all go away.” [Nina begins to tear up] “You think I don’t see how you hid in your room, praying it all would end-“

Nina: “Stop, please!”

Vecna: “-Praying that one day your mother would push you just that little bit harder, hurt you that little bit more-“

Nina: [desperate] “Please! I don’t want this!”

Vecna: “-So that she’d put you out of your misery-“

Nina: [clutching her chest, squeezing her eyes closed] “Stop it, get out of my head!”

Vecna: “- So that you wouldn’t have to do the inevitable-“

Nina: [panicking] “It wasn’t like that, I-“

Robin: “Something! Anything that plays music! Right fucking now!”

Steve and Jonathan are rushing around the trailer looking for anything to play music on, a radio, Eddie’s record player, but their minds and hands are shaking with fear. Nancy stands next to Robin, both of them watching Nina as she hangs lifelessly in the air.

Steve pulls the stereo off the wall in the living room, chipping the wallpaper and breaking the power socket in the process, and plugs the stereo in in the nearest plug socket by the open front door. He turns the volume up full but no sound comes out.

Back in regular Hawkins, Nina’s feet lift off the ground; her body now at least twenty feet in the air, arms spread out.

Eddie: [pained, reaching for Nina; fingertips only inches away from her foot as she levitates above him] “Nina! Nina, please! Come back to me!”

Steve: [slapping the stereo angrily] “Why isn’t it fucking working?”

Nancy: “Give it here!” [She fiddles with the buttons, with the switch, no sound comes out]

Steve: [sarcastically] “Oh yeah Nance, I forgot about your ability to manipulate electricity!”

Eddie: “Hurry up guys!” [to himself, watching Nina] “Holy shit.”

Nancy: [thinking out loud] “The electricity… he’s manipulating the electricity.”

Vecna: “Nobody knows how long you lay there on your surfboard, praying nobody would find you, hoping you’d float out to sea and be done with it.”

Nina: [screaming, distressed] “it wasn’t like that! I can’t do this! Get out, get out!”

Vecna: “I could make it so easy for you Nina, it’d be like floating right up to heaven. We both know you’ve thought about it.”

Nina: [screaming] “Get out of my head!”

Robin: [watching helplessly as Nina floats in the air, her helplessness turning into determination] “Oh, fuck this!” [Robin storms into the trailer, rummaging through the clutter on the sides, finding a mixtape on Eddie’s desk]

Robin runs back to the living room and puts the mixtape in the wireless battery radio from the kitchen and turns the volume up to the max.

Eddie: “Robin! That’s not finished yet! I-“

Robin: [shouting] “I don’t care! We need music!” [Robin pushes play on the player]

Dreams by Fleetwood Mac begins playing on the speaker.

Eddie: [running to Robin’s side] “Wait, not that one!”

Robin: [stressed, exasperated] “Eddie! I don’t think which song matters right now! I’m trying to save my best friend's life!”

Eddie: “That song makes her sad, not that one!” [Eddie takes the player and skips a few songs] “This one, trust me!” [to himself] “This will bring her back.”

Euclid by Sleep Token begins playing on the speaker, Eddie holds it in his hands like a boombox and raises it in the air.

Nina crouches on the floor, hands over her ears and eyes closed tightly shut when she begins to hear music.

Just run it back, give me five more minutes,

I am thick tar on the inside burning.

Nina: [softly] “Eddie.” [she opens her eyes] “Eddie? Robin?” [peering around] “Guys?”

Robin: [shouting in the distance] “Nina! Come back to us! Follow the music!”

I got a ghost in the hallway grinning and a heavy head that won’t stop turning.

Nina: [standing up, looking around desperately] “Where are you guys? I can’t see you!”

Vecna: [approaching her] “You won’t get away Nina-“ [Nina begins to run] “Nina!”

If my fate is a bad collision and my mind is an open highway,

Give me the twilight two-way vision,

Give me one last ride on a sunset skylane.

Nina: [sprinting, out of breath] “I’m coming! I’m coming guys! Where are you? Wait for me!”

Call me when you get the chance,

I can feel the walls around me closing in.

As Nina runs through the trailer park, ghostly figures of people from her past stand in her way.

Nina’s Mom: “You can’t run away forever, Nina.”

Nina: [pushing the figure out the way, it dissolves in her hands] “Go away!”

Carly: “You were a terrible friend, Nina.”

Jessie: “I only stayed with you because I felt bad for you.”

Nina: [annoyed, still searching for the gateway] “Oh, fuck off!”

Just running forward, a life like wires,

I see the past on the empty ceiling.

Robin: [faintly] “Nina! We’re right here!”

Steve: “Come on Nina!”

Eddie: [pleading] “Baby, please, I love you, don’t leave me now.”

I play along with the life signs anyway,

But hope to god you don’t know this feeling.

Nina’s Mom: “You were a mistake, a constant disappointment.”

Jessie: “You are unlovable, Nina. Who would want you?”

Yet in reverse you were all my symmetry,

A parallel I would lay my life on,

So if your wings won’t find you heaven,

I will bring it down like an ancient bygone.

Nina whimpers as she runs, running in circles at this point, running away from Vecna. She stops to catch her breath.

Vecna: “You can’t leave us Nina, we’re a part of you now.”

Nina turns around startled, seeing Vecna’s tall figure stand before her.

Vecna: [raising his hand to her face, making her squirm and fight] “Join us Nina, we’ll make you whole.”

Call me when you get the time,

I just need to leave this part of me behind.

Nina: [crying, desperate] “This isn’t how it’s supposed to end, please! Let me go!”

Eddie: [faintly] “Nina! Nina please, I’m right here!”

Nina: [finally seeing the gateway behind Vecna, eyelids fluttering with emotion, whispered] “I tried, Eddie, I’m so sorry.”

Do you remember me, when the rain gathers?

And do you still believe that nothing else matters?

Nina remembers lying on the couch with Eddie on the stormy night after his gig at the Hideout, how safe and peaceful she felt.

She remembers playing in her welly boots in overflowing puddles with Robin in the summer.

Vecna: “They’re better off without you Nina, give in to me.”

Nina: [softly] “It’s not enough.” [looking at Vecna] “It’s not enough.”

Vecna: [proudly] “That’s it Nina, join us, and soon you’ll be free.”

For me, it’s still the autumn leaves,

These ancient canopies we used to lay beneath.

Nina is reminded of the gang carving pumpkins before Halloween, of her and Eddie watching Ozzy and Garfield play in the piles of orange leaves in the trailer park, of cosying on the couch with Eddie and the gang on their weekly movie nights.

Nina: [being raised from the ground, tears flowing down her cheeks] “Just a glimpse of them is not enough.”

By now, the night belongs to you,

This bough has broken through,

And I must be someone new.

Nina is reminded of the night in the caravan with Eddie, the song they danced to, the flicker of the fairy lights and the twinkle of the stars and meteors above, the way he looked at her with so much love and devotion.

Vecna: [claw-like fingers only inches from her face] “You’re mine now.”

Nina: [looking at the gateway] “It’s not enough.” [determined, kicking back against Vecna] “Fuck this!” [Vecna tumbled backwards, dropping Nina to the floor] “I’m coming!”

No, for me, (just run it back give me five whole minutes, I am thick tar on the inside burning)

Vecna: “No!”

Nina: [scrambling to her feet] “I’m coming!”

It’s still the autumn leaves (I’ve got a ghost in the hallway grinning and a heavy head that won’t stop turning)

Eddie: “Nina! I’m right here baby!”

These ancient canopies (if my fate is a bad collision and my mind is an open highway)

Robin: “Nina! We’re waiting for you! We’re right here!”

We used to lay beneath (give me the twilight two-way vision, give me one last ride on a sunset skylane)

Nina: [hurtling towards the gateway] “I’m coming, Robin!”

(Just running forward, a life like wires,

As I see the past on an empty ceiling)

Jonathan: “You can do it Nina!”

Nancy: “Come back to us!”

The night belongs to you,

Eddie: “Please baby, please. Come home.”

(I play along with the lies and anyway,

But hope to god you don’t know this feeling)

Nina: “I’m coming!”

This bough has broken through,

Vecna watches Nina as she races through the dark trailer park.

Yet I’m reverse you were all my symmetry, a parallel I would lay my life on,

Nina crashes through the gateway.

I must be someone new,

Nina’s body lets out a loud gasp as she drops from the sky to the floor.

So if your wings won’t find you heaven,

I will bring it down like an ancient bygone.

Eddie: [pulling Nina’s weak, shaking body onto his lap] “Nina? Nina, can you hear me?”

The whites of your eyes turn black in the low light,

Nina: [softly] “Eddie…”

In turning devine, we tangle endlessly,

Eddie: [crying] “Oh, Nina!” [he pulls her tightly into him, his face in her neck]

Like lovers entwined,

Eddie: [choked] “I thought I lost you.”

I know for the last time,

Nina: [breathless, panting, pale] “Not getting rid of me that easily, Munson.”

You will not be mine,

Eddie: [clutching her desperately] “I hope not.”

So give me the night, the night, the night.

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➡️ Chapter Twenty Seven - Follow You

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citruslllad · 2 years

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@nebulabun hey man i'm so sorry for hijacking your au but it's been sitting in my brain going brrrrr so at this point it's an au of an au. notes and thoughts under the cut 👇👇👇

(warning, the text might be a little glitchy atm)

first off it's like that book meme length of tma without emmet |_____| vs length of tma with emmet |___|. emmet gets in a job as an archival assistant because elias is like oh he'll be SO struck with grief and focused on his brother and he's gonna sabotage the others to find him. maybe even interact with a couple of entities in the process >:) but then he 1 saves jon from getting marked by the desolation during his meeting with jude (while gettin marked himself during the getaway rip 😔) and 2 literally helps sasha figure out elias' plan and why she wasn't promoted to head archivist instead. elias is FUMING but can't really do much when emmet has a dinosaur and a soul sucking chandelier as companions

speaking of sasha, i think the not-it dies during that whole encounter with emmet BEFORE it can get sasha, and that's why during nebula's first comic with the statement afterwards, whoever's recording (either jon since the guy can never catch a break, or maybe martin/someone less pressing since they don't have archivist powers to get emmet to talk more) had so many questions- because the not-them wasn't really as well known yet, at least not by whoever was recording. so i think the not-them in some weird twist of fate brings emmet and sasha together, since sasha, ever since the jane prentiss incident, always feels like she dodged a bullet. all THAT, plus. dudududdududuuduu michael. the bastard.

michael sits there like oh this is gonna be so FUN he's gonna be SPIRALING because of all this plus his BROTHER is LOST IN TIME that's enough to break someone!! and then he just goes nah i'm fine :] i can feel him, he's alive somewhere. and now i have a massive resource to find him. i'm depressed and i pushed people away and hurt them but we're all good now :] and michael just (Φ_Φ) but he still tries!! it's kinda funny actually

later on when daisy & basira join the crew (because sasha & emmet figure out elias, say.. sometime before the unknowing ritual occurs) emmet actually sorta bonds with daisy. at first she hates him because he's so blunt with her and how bad of a person she is before he just sighs one day and says "i never said you are a bad person. i am emmet, and if you are a bad person, then i am as well. i hurt people, physically and emotionally. but we have resolved things, and are closer because of it. if we can work things out, then so can you" which just. Eats At Her but softens her up just a little and helps her at least TRY to reach out. as time goes on i can imagine they'd start working out together?? sparring and that kinda stuff. helps relieve the stress PLUS emmet learning how to actually defend himself instead of just the stuff he picked up from public transportation PLUS emmet learns how to shoot a GUN.

how could i forget- i feel like emmet would have had a MASSIVE hyperfixation on What The Ghost and absolutely fanboy over melanie. i'm not sure if he'd encourage or discourage her from trying to kill elias, but he'd definitely be a victim of one of her Slaughter episodes. sometimes the guy is a bit too blunt for his own good and she stabs him with a pencil (at this point he's been marked by the stranger, the desolation, the spiral AND the slaughter. elias greatly considers replacing jon with him at this point)

anyways i'm tired and that is all i'm typing for tonight <333

#jays art #subway boss emmet #submas #tma #the magnus archives #michael shelley #michael tma #sasha james #melanie king #submas tma au #nebula again i'm so sorry for hijacking ur au lmao #could NOT help it. it sat in my head rent free for WEEKS

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I'm going feral for thoughts of Jugram with a male S/O. Putting Chika thirst thoughts on hold atm

JUGRAM HALSCHWALTH W/ MALE S/O

Jugram is so unbelievably gentle in all aspects of life. There is tenderness found in mundane moments of daily life - his fingers lingering on the buttons of his lover's shirt, brushing against the cheekbones of his lover's face as he gazes into his eyes tenderly; he takes life slow whenever he can, and it's easy to romanticise life when it's with him.

I don't think Jugram would like his lover to join the Sternritter, but he wouldn't oppose Yhwach if he insists, nor would he necessarily prevent him from doing so if he'd like to. He doesn't like the idea of injecting a power element into their relationship - Jugram wants his lover to feel equal to himself, and having him under his own command feels...wrong, somehow. Because he doesn't think he could hold himself back as a distant commander when his beloved is on the battlefield, but then again, only the best of the best make their way into the Sternritter. He ensures this.

Jugram is a man of gentle gestures, words and kisses. Because he's such a subtle and private person, even when in private it's hard for him to be overtly expressive - he brushes his lips against the rough knuckles of his lover's hands while holding them in his palms, he leaves another kiss on his collarbone. He's a very old man, and there's no hurry in him for love, especially not when he finally found someone for himself.

The man definitely admires the scars on his lover's hands, and the chafed and roughness on them, because this meant labours well done and battles well fought. Jugram allows his hands to be enveloped in the warmth of another hand or vice versa, settling in the comfort of something resembling home.

Despite his preference for privacy regarding his person life, Jugram does not shy away from showing his lover off in public. Not in an overt or explicit way, but rather slotting him in the normalcy of life, because there's nothing wrong with taking a man for a lover at all - whoever thinks otherwise doesn't voice their thoughts, especially since Jugram is literally the Grandmaster of the Sternritter. Jugram is not a fan of PDA, but the way he interacts with his lover makes it absolutely clear the two are in a relationship - the only time he shows as much devotion is to Yhwach, but that was more obedience than an equal relationship.

He calls his lover by his name in public settings, but in private, he calls him 'mein schatz' (my treasure). It's a term that most old people use, but isn't Jugram a youthful man with an old soul anyways? To him, his lover is a treasure at the end of a rainbow, someone who belongs to him and only him, someone he could have outside of the brutality and roughness of daily life in the army.

He hates it when people touch his hair, but makes an exception for his lover. Jugram makes a noise when his lover combs his hair or braids it or plays with it, something in between a relieved sigh and a purr. One bonding activity between the two is his boyfriend combing his hair and getting rid of knots in the early morning, while Jugram drinks his coffee and reads morning reports, both still in bed.

#Bleach #Bleach imagines #Bleach headcanons #jugram haschwalth #I find picturing jugram with a male lover much easier than a female one actually #But yes this is basically just me having a hand kink #Now I feel so single rn this is a sad moment #Get yourself a Jugram Haschwalth honestly #Also the German might very well be wrong because I don't actually know German lmao

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lostinaustenland · 2 years

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son in law - E.M. College AU!

Pairing: Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Summary: after living in the middle-of-nowhere Nebraska for your whole life, you can't wait to graduate from high school and move to California for college. but life as a college student isn't quite what you expect, and you find yourself becoming unlikely friends with your sworn enemy/dorm neighbor. based on the 1993 movie by the same name (which i am not proud to have watched lmao)

Warnings: none atm, but will update accordingly :)

Word Count: 2k

Notes: slightly out-of-character eddie. also, this is my first published fic, so apologies for any spelling/grammar errors!

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Chapter 1: Old Endings, New Beginnings

4 years ago, I stood on this stage and welcomed you all in as young seeds; fresh-eyed, hopeful, and excited for the continuation of your academic journey. Now as I look out on the students of McKinley High School , I see a group of beautiful flowers that have blossomed into adults - ready for their next adventure: “life.”

You nervously fidgeted with your hands as Principal Hodges continued his droning speech, dreading the next words that were just about to come out of his mouth.

And without further ado, I’m proud to present your valedictorian for the 1989 class of McKinley High…

You felt your breath hitch in the back of your throat.

Y/N!

Your classmates cheered your name as you got up from your seat, smoothing out the itchy polyester fabric of the blue graduation robe and straightening the cap resting on the back of your head.

“Yeah Y/N! Woohoo!” A voice screamed from somewhere in the crowd. You recognized the voice instantly: your boyfriend of 3 years, John. A small smile crept onto your face as you finally reached the stairs of the stage, and walked up to the podium. You looked out into the faces of people you had known your whole life - people you loved, and ones you hated - and began to panic.

The sun was characteristically hot for May in the small town of Hemingford, Nebraska, and it only made your nerves skyrocket.

Think, Y/N. You’ve practiced this a hundred times. Just breathe.

A deep sigh escaped your lips. One speech. One, tiny little speech stood between you and freedom. Freedom from this small town you once loved but had grown to resent for its monotony, freedom from your overbearing but well-intentioned parents, and most importantly, the freedom to do whatever you wanted.

Your whole life, you had been Little Miss Perfect. Straight A’s since kindergarten, Student Council President and Valedictorian of your graduating class, and future Pre Med student at UCLA. Your parents never explicitly said they expected perfection from you, but there was an unspoken expectation of flawlessness that constantly gnawed at you. And not only were you academically perfect, but you were the "It Girl” of Hemingford. You always had plenty of friends, a star football-player boyfriend, and led the McKinley cheer squad for 3 full years as its Captain. Everything perfect. Just perfectly perfect. You wondered if you could keep that standard of perfection up in college, or if you even wanted to.

“Today,” your voice rang out into the expansive corn field your graduation ceremony was held, “I would like to talk about change.”

The crowd was still silent, some kids yawning. You waited for a sign to continue, but none came. You continued,

“It’s all around us. Change. It happens whether we want it,”

You thought of how much you simultaneously dreaded and looked forward to that drive to California.

“Or not.”

Your eyes darted to your family in the crowd. Your mom, dad, brother, and grandpa. Rose, your mom, looked on the verge of tears while your dad, Adam, comforted her.

Your focus shifted to John, who was still beaming in the crowd. As much as you cared for him, you knew he had no desire of leaving Hemingford. He’d be perfectly content to stay here for the rest of his life: become a farmer like his father, marry some poor soul who’d pop out a half-dozen babies, and die here. The thought of rotting away here made your skin crawl.

“Change. Are we ready for it?”

You knew you were.

“I think so. We are poised and prepared for our future, ready to embrace new people, places and ideas. In short, we are ready for the challenge of life.”

A student let out a loud snore in the audience, garnering a pause from you and a nudge from another graduate.

“Ladies and gentlemen, take a good look at us. This student body - we are the future. We are the McKinley Tigers!” You shouted, taking the cap from your head and throwing it into the air above you.

The students all clamored at once to get up, celebrating their graduation and following suit with their own caps.

It was official. You had graduated from Small-Town High and were leaving for good.

Your words echoed in your head.

Change… are we ready for it?

Ready or not, change was coming faster than you could ever imagine.

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Clothes were strewn over your floor as you shoved as many t-shirts as you could into your suitcase. After much struggle, you finally were able to zip the suitcase shut, tiredly tossing it onto the floor and trying to clean up the mess you had left.

“Y/N! Come downstairs, it’s almost time to leave!” Your mom bellowed up the bannister.

“Shit, shit, shit!” you muttered, throwing the remainder of dirty clothes into your large walk-in closet and forcing the door shut.

You began to do a mental check of everything you packed:

Makeup, check. Summer clothes, check. Jeans and jackets, check. Shoes, accessories, and jewelry, check.

This continued on for some time until you knew for sure everything was in one of the many mismatched and over-filled bags that were laying on your bedroom floor.

Just as you were about to grab your luggage and meet your mom at the foot of the stairs, you were startled by the sound of a knock at your second-floor window. Whipping around with your heart nearly beating out of your chest, you were only slightly relieved when you saw it was your boyfriend, John.

Letting out a huff and rolling your eyes, you moved to unlatch and open the window. He crawled in with a smirk on his face, and immediately went to kiss you. On any other day, you would have relished at the feeling of his lips on yours, but now it only made you upset. You knew his sudden appearance would make your departure late - and that would make your mom angry, which was infinitely worse. Still, you kissed him back with force, and broke the kiss after a moment.

“C’mon John, you kissed me like I’m going to be gone for 3 years, not 3 months,” you giggled, wrapping him in a hug.

He broke eye contact with you, a flourish of red creeping onto his cheeks. “Yeah, I know. I’m just going to miss you. You know that, babe.”

“And I’m going to miss you too. But Thanksgiving break will come sooner than you think,” you said, motioning to the suitcases on the floor. “Oh, while you’re here, can you help me bring these out to the van?” You asked, batting your eyelashes.

He laughed, giving a slight bow,

“Anything for you, m’lady.”

You two made quick work of the luggage in your room, and soon everything was packed haphazardly into the back of your parents’ van. Just as you were about to take your seat in the car, John enveloped you in a hug.

“Promise me,” he started, “that you’ll come back to me in one piece.”

You chuckled, kissing him on the cheek, “Seriously, John. How much can really change in just 3 months?”

More than you could ever imagine.

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Your eyes flitted open and you did a double take as you saw the sign outside the window of your car:

‘Welcome to UCLA!’

Your heart began to palpitate as you realized you were here. All the months you sat in your room back in Nebraska daydreaming about college, and you were finally here. Your mom and dad shouted at each other about where parking was for family-move-in and your brother was poking you in the arm, but you didn’t pay attention to any of it. You only woke up from your panicked trance when your dad called your name and shook your arm.

“Y/N, honey, it’s time to unload the car.”

Now awake, you were acutely aware of the pure chaos around you. A loudspeaker somewhere nearby blasted out unintelligible words as droves of students with their families pushed through your own.

“Lord have mercy, we’re never gonna get through here, Adam.” Your mom huffed out, picking up a few pieces of luggage and motioning for the rest of your family to do the same.

Your dad tried to calm her down, “Don’t worry, Rose, it’ll all work out. Once we’re in her actual building, everything will be more quiet and organized, you’ll see.”

Tired of your family shouting insults at each other and embarrassing you on the first day, you walked ahead to find your dorm room and hopefully meet your roommate.

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Inside, the situation was even more chaotic. Parents were barking at each other, students were yelling to be heard over the droning sound of move-in-day. Worst of all though, you heard metal music blaring from one of the countless doors in the hallway. You despised heavy metal bands, and wanted nothing more than to find your room, throw the covers over your head, and stay there for the rest of the semester if at all possible.

This is nothing like what I thought college was, you thought to yourself. All the movies you had seen portrayed college as a picturesque utopia for the average teenager. Every student on the dorm floor knew the others’ names, everyone got along, and there was absolutely NO heavy metal music. You looked down at the printed map in front of you, searching for your dorm amid the sea of students. Distracted, you didn’t even notice when another student was directly in your path, causing you both to collide and fall to the floor in a sea of scattered paper.

You thought your mood couldn’t get any worse. You were wrong.

You angrily brushed off your plaid skirt and picked up the sheets you dropped as a hand reached out to help you up.

“Woah, you gotta watch where you’re going. Don’t want to be running into people like that on your first day of college,” a male voice chuckled.

Your eyes darted up in annoyance to view who so rudely knocked you over as you tentatively grabbed his hand for leverage. He was somewhere around 6’ with curly brown hair and a stupid grin on his face. As he helped you up, his shirt - from some shitty rock group you had never heard of - rode up a bit past his wrist and you noticed several tattoos on his arm.

If only my parents could see this. I think they’d pull me out right now and send me on a one-way-trip back to Nebraska, you noted in your head. And to be quite frank, you wouldn’t be too upset with that scenario.

He looked at you expectantly for a moment, until you realized you were still holding onto his hand. You quickly pulled it back, wiping your palm onto your skirt. This is absolutely humiliating.

“Don’t worry,” you said cooly. “I can take care of myself just fine on my own.”

This time, he laughed out loud. “Yeah, I can see that,” he said, putting his hand out once more towards you, but this time to shake.

“The name’s Eddie Munson. UCLA Junior and RA on duty in Wilson Hall. If you ever need help in the rare case that you can’t take care of yourself on your own, I’m just down the hall in room 213,” he pointed to the room the metal music you noticed earlier was coming from.

You stifled a laugh. That explains a lot.

“Tempting offer, but I have to be going now. You know, luggage to unpack and such,” you began to walk down the hallway to find your room again, leaving Eddie alone.

Let’s see… 204, 206, 208, 210, 21…

An immense feeling of dread fell upon you as you landed at the front of your door. You frantically checked the information sheet in your hand to see if you had just made a mistake:

‘Y/LN, Y/N… Wilson Hall… Room 212’

As you felt like the entire world was crushing in on you, a hand came up to rest on your shoulder.

“Welcome to Wilson Hall…”

You turned around, ready to throw up.

Eddie Munson stood there, a shit-eating smug grin on his face.

“Neighbor.”

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A/N: and that's the end of Chapter 1! I honestly don't know if I'm going to write more chapters, It kind of depends on if this does well lmao. but if i do, i promise there will be more eddie in future chapters. i appreciate any feedback you have and comments!

#eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie x reader #eddie the freak munson #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things volume 4 #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie muson fic #eddie munson stranger things #this movie is a warning in of its self #i beg of you dont watch the original movie its so bad #college au #fake engagement #enemies to lovers #slow burn

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justaspecter · 2 years

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Delivery~

Can't think of a proper title atm. (To be honest, I don't know if I should even continue the wip) I decided to post this since the story was uselessly stored in my docs.

Gasping for precious air as your lungs expand painfully in your chest after running for your life while making sure the parcel in your possession was safe, this must be the most life-changing terror fuel delivery experience happen in your life. Finally, you take the last steps of mercy for an escape toward your boss's important customer's doorstep, you reach your destination. Carefully and oh, so gently you placed the heavy crate full of expensive bottles on the floor, along with your trusty cane. As you catch your breath. The adrenaline from your earlier escapade abruptly reached its descent, taking away the numbness from being high with your partial boost on being in full survival mode your knees shook along your other limbs. Your gruff promise of strangling your boss alternate with deep heavy sets of inhales and exhales.

You're a fucking newbie for fieldwork for fuck sake! And he still sent you out.

At the last intake of breath, reestablishing your posture as you recompose yourself, a three-loud knock on the majestic black door echoed in the eerie silence.

You hope however the receiver of this expensive parcel would give you a tip.

Before you can even see the man in person your senses are instantly flooded with warnings. The incoming presence radiates great power you only feel from one accidental encounter with a marine, or to be precise one of those in the higher ranks.

Fucking Dave! If I ended up dead I haunt his stupid ass til the day he dies! You screamed at the back of your mind while contemplating if waiting for the payment is still worth it over your impending doom.

The door slowly opens as if taunting you, mocking you from the dose of cowardice now pumping in your veins. Well, you didn't run all the way here, chased by sword-wielding apes on this gloomy ass island just to run again empty-handed. Fuck that shit. The need for money and pride, unfortunately, won over as you come face to face with the stoic man with golden eyes that definitely haunts anybody's soul and dream for those with faint hearts.

"I'm here to deliver a crate of your orders from Mr. Delver," you said in the most composed and professional tone you could muster. Ignoring the unnerving presence and stares from the man.

When the stoic man didn't give you any reply, an exhausted sigh passed between your lips partially breaking a professional facade. Walking towards the crate you pulled out a butterfly knife out of your hip pouch, unlocking the latch and twirling the knife with ease to unfold the edge before kneeling beside the crate. Wedging the knife between the lid you carefully pry the lid. After opening the crate you didn't move away already sense the man moved near enough to see the content.

"You're the first one who came this far and safely delivered my wine right in front of my castle. It seems the old fool finally hired someone competent enough to do the job." Ah, so the man does speak after all. Even if the statement wasn't meant for you, a tad bit of annoyance irked you from his condescending tone.

But you are here to only do your damn job. So, you just nod and place the lid back.

"Follow me to the cellar while I arrange the payment," he ordered so monotonously.

Ah, hell no! That sounds like a fucking death trap. "Apologies Mr. Dracule but my job here is only to deliver the parcel to your doorstep. I'll wait here for the payment."

His expression didn't change, which annoyed you because you couldn't tell if you were in any sign of danger. And his gaze looks empty as if you are starting into a bottomless pit that would never cease to unnerve you.

"Very well then."

A flinched visibly hitched your shoulders when he walked towards you, mindlessly following your instinct you take a step back. Without straining any effort the receiver of the cursed parcel carries the crate as the man retreats inside his gloomy adobe.

You don't care if he will even tip you as long as this would be the last of setting a foot in this island infested with sword-wielding maniacs.

After taking the payment you didn't waste another second from leaving. Not even bothering to count the bills that had been given to you. It was lunchtime, in your defense you had the right to be a bit cranky. Besides, there is no way you'll be coming back to that island owned by a Dracula incarnate, right?

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"Tell me you're joking! You're joking… right?" The corner of your lips twitched from the force of your attempt to smile at what Dave just randomly announced. "Right?" You asked again still in the safety fog of your denial.

"No. I'm afraid it isn't a joke. The man himself personally asks you to be the only one to deliver his wine from now on."

Dave shrieked when you leaped toward him, crouching on the bar counter and grabbing your boss on the collar of his dress shirt, you sneered at him. The man might be your boss, but he broke his words. "You told me I'll only have to take that job once since you're still looking for Zake's replacement. You.Told. Me."

"I know what I said! But how can I oppose a man like Dracule Mihawk?! A warlord who also holds the title being the strongest swordsman in the world! And my long-time customer!"

You shook him violently making the man cry in hysteria. "Like I fucking care Dave! You stupid idiot. You should have just given in to Zake's demand! You fool. How could you do this to me?... To your niece?" You croaked the last part.

Talking sense to your uncle is futile, especially when Dave was deduced into an utter crying mess. He continuously apologizes and grovels on the floor after you let him go. It was hopeless since it was a sign of defeat for your uncle the moment he shed tears.

Walking out of the empty bar you slumped down on the steps. Grumbling curses your fingers and clutches the locks of your ruffled hair.

If only your old hag didn't bury you in a ridiculous amount of debt. If only… you sigh letting go of your hair. There's no point in mulling this. All you can do now is to accept and survive.

At least the greatest swordsman is generous with his tips. You chuckled bitterly.

#hawkeye mihawk #dracule mihawk #mihawk x reader #one piece x reader #writing #random

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richarlisonny · 2 years

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Top 3 fave spurs players, top 3 fave liverpool players, top 3 fave players in general

OOOOOH okay disclaimer that as a spurs supporter and liverpool supporter for their flop 22/23 season so far, fave player ≠ good player lmao

obviously if we're talking about fave spurs players i have to mention the one and only my heart my soul loml harry winks........ forever my number one he is a baller in my heart 💖 wait until he comes back from sampdoria more powerful than ever before and he scores nothing but screamers from halfway across the pitch,, haaland is shaking r*naldo retires out of fear kdb hiding under pep's office desk they will NOT be ready for winksy 2.0 but i will be!!!!!!

sonny ofc. that's bae that's thee golden boot winner and aside from being an insanely good footballer he seems like such a nice person too???? which is always a nice bonus seeing as some players are truly just the scum of the earth sigh. he really seems to champion his teammates doing well even when he's having difficulties himself and the fact that the WHOLE TEAM celebrated sonny's golden boot like it was a PL or CL trophy that's LOVE!!!!!! no one has a bad word to say about him and i think that speaks volumes about who he is 🥰🥰🥰

i'm giving the number three spot to kulu rn!!!!! truly a gem of a signing out of absolutely nowhere in the winter window he's grown on me sooooo much so quickly like he's improved the team so much like he is one man carrying a lot of dead weight at times lmao but i think also there is a sense of ginger/red head solidarity....... i saw him arrive and said "he is My Boy now......." it's red hair synergy i love his little face he is shaped like a hug and a friend ❤️

LIVERPOOL........ testing me atm i can't lie but as a spurs supporter i have so much patience for cringefail periods so. let's get into it.

number one is big virg. aside from having the important footballer traits of Big Sexy, he is also a very good player!!!! i like how he hangs back in the midfield so that any stray ball can Get Got and the tempo of play doesn't get lost........ when the liverpool backline is fuckin failing like it normally is these days (🙃🥲🙃🥲) big virg is normally the last line of defence between the ball and the goal. but let's be real the more important aspects here are Big Sexy. it's largely what he's got going for him so far this season lmao /weeps

i'm gonna pick caoimhin for the number two spot!!!!! large aspect of this pick is the irish solidarity i'm not gonna lie lmao but also he's legit a great keeper???? liverpool 21/22 season i wanna run to you so badly........ caoimhin during the carabao cup run was sooooo /chef's kiss/ and him scoring the winning penalty???? and kepa absolutely skying his???? what a moment in our Herstory....... an irishman getting to triumph directly over Team Tory his ancestors were smiling down on him extra wide that day. it's also been cool seeing him as the no. 1 for the national team recently (even if it was only bc gavin bazunu was injured) but he has such a cool head........ i hope he gets some more game time soon!!!!!

LUCHO LUCHO LUCHO is the number three pick here. the Only Player for liverpool this season so far i stg lucho just clicked the second he arrived in the winter window it was love at first sight and he gelled so quickly into the team????? he is such a talented player????? he is the only one turning in work for the shambles of a group assignment that is liverpool's 22/23 season so far. the rest of the team can be godawful but lucho could not be caught dead flopping for even a moment. he works so hard he scores screamers all on his own tbh lucho goal lucho assist starting xi of all luchos i am begging science to please make it happen. he is like kulu........ the winter signing gem. ❤️

okay let's pick 3 misc players hmmmm

i'll pick sancho first......... one of ur own beloveds eleanor. i could not stand him being stuck in the fucking car crash that was man utd's 21/22 season (even though it was funny to watch them cringefail lbr) and i will forever be angry about the fact that he was supposed to be the Big Deal Summer Signing for man utd last season and the team should have been designed to fit him in better and then that fucking old ass botox criminal showed up and literally destroyed the team around him. even tho i hate to see man utd win i love to see sancho thrive........ he is such a talented player and i will reluctantly cheer from the sidelines for a utd goal if he's the one behind it. adore him. baby boy.

ANOTHER ONE OF UR BOYS jude babyboy bellingham,, carrying dortmund on his back singlehandedly it seems dhekfjdksjdiehs what a talent!!!!! and so young!!!!! literally getting the captain's armband sometimes and dortmund planning to build their team around him is CRAZY he is THAT GOOD and he has matured so much recently altho i will always love his 😧😧😧 whenever he gets carded like excuse me....... he has never done anything wrong in his life. i like to see him get called up for the england squad too like give my boy his roses please!!!!! even if it is to play stale ass southgateball. future captain for sure dortmund need to get their shit together and build a worthy team around him QUICKLY

i must give the final spot to another man we both love........ tyrone mings. is it not enough for a man to be Big Sexy????? because oh my god. oh good gracious. oh penis christ. ahem. tyrone seems like a wonderful figure on and off the pitch........ he's always doing a lot of work for charities and the communities in need surrounding the team and guess what stEVEN GERRARD HE WAS A GOOD CAPTAIN TOO FIGHT ME U SLIPPY BITCH. he has PRESENCE on the pitch, not merely because he is Huge but he has the energy!!!!!! the vibes the role just fits him naturally. also rmr when he called out priti patel on twitter in the aftermath of the EUROS penalty shootout???? swoon. marriage material right there.

THIS WAS LONGER THAN I THOUGHT JFDJEKNEWLJEEI thank u eleanor ily mwah 💖💖💖

#ask #kylewalker-peters

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taruchinator · 1 year

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🍸 Teen & Up Audiences

🍸 4.7k Words

🍸 Gift for the DekuBowl Secret Santa event!

Izuku walked closer to the front bar, which caused the brunette to raise his eyes and a smirk quickly forming on his lips. “Well, it's about time! I was starting to get worried that something happened to that pretty face.”

At this point, he was quite used to Rody's smooth talking. And even though some stuff still got his heart pounding, most of it he was able to brush off with a chuckle. “Hello to you too, Rody. I'm assuming you want the usual?”

With a wink, the young man leaned back against his chair. “You know me well, Zu.”

As Izuku chuckled and proceeded to prepare the drink, he could've never forseen what the man in front of him was going through, and how the grenette would be the one to save him.

Call me Santa, cause here I come in my sleight delivering SS event fics left and right! This time bringing you something for the BNHA DekuBowl Secret Santa~

This fic goes to Giulia, who gave me a very interesting prompt revolving around a pub, and with me being stuck in RodyDeku hell atm, I just couldn't pass this up 🤭

“Oh Izuku~ Your boyfriend is here again!”

As soon as those words left Sero Hanta's lips, Izuku Midoriya could only sigh in annoyance as he finished arranging the set of shot glasses back into the cupboard without even sparing his co-worker a glance. “He's not my boyfriend, Sero. You know that.”

“But you want him to be, don't you?” The raven-haired man walked further into the back as he bumped shoulders with Izuku, giving him a wink while doing so. “Didn't he ask you out last week?”

“He asked me if I was doing something after work. I told him I was studying for finals and he left it at that.” As much as he was trying to keep his voice as calm and collected as possible, Izuku couldn't help but feel some warmth creep into his face as he recalled the memory.

He started working part-time as a bartender a few months ago, all thanks to a recommendation from his friend, Shinso. He needed the extra money to help pay for his college tuition fees now that his mother had finally agreed to retire, much to her dismay and Izuku's relief. As a single mother, she always took care of him, even as an adult— but now it was his turn to take care of her.

The first few weeks were the trickiest— everything from getting along with his new co-workers Sero and Ochako to learning his way around the pub. Thankfully, he was eventually able to master most of the skills required and felt confident enough to be serving drinks left and right to customers of all kinds.

Which was about the same time when Rody Soul came into the picture.

About three months into Izuku's new job, a young man with chestnut-brown hair walked into the building one night, demanding a shot of tequila and refusing to make eye contact with Shinso, who was on duty at the time. When the shots kept coming and the customer didn't seem to be leaving anytime soon, his friend eventually had to tap out and let Izuku take the shift.

He would never forget the first thing that scraggly, mucky, stupidly handsome man had said to him.

“Damn. Did I really drink myself to death and go to heaven, or are you just one hot devil?” He'd said with a straight face, eventually melting into a smirk.

It was the stupidest and most cheesy pick-up line Izuku had ever heard in his life, and yet it made his face flare up almost instantly. The rest of the night was no better, as the stranger— who later introduced himself as Rody— continued his flirtatious ministrations as he made small talk with the grenette until it was time to close. The freckled young man figured that the brunette was simply drunk, and as such, tried to shrug off the night's endeavors.

But to everyone's surprise, Rody Soul came back the following week, requesting to be served by none other than Izuku Midoriya himself.

Ever since, the brunette had become a regular, coming every week for a dose of his favorite liquor of choice accompanied by his self-proclaimed “favorite bartender”.

“Oh! Deku's boyfriend came back? I thought he only dropped by on Tuesdays.” A female voice quickly brought Izuku back to reality as he found Ochako joining the duo in the back, peeking from a curtain to look at the various customers sitting at the front bar.

This time, Izuku's face did visibly heat up at the girl's matter-of-fact comment. “Ochako, he's not my boyfriend!”

Turning to look at her distressed friend, the girl scratched at the back of her neck as she raised her hand in an attempted apology. “Right, right, sorry! Can't blame me for the way he treats you, though! Besides, you like guys like that and he's not ugly or anything so I figured-”

“Please 'chako, you're killing me here…”

“Ahhh! Sorry!”

“Hey!” A fourth voice chimed in, causing everyone to freeze in their spot and Izuku to sigh in relief.

Shinso stood at the back room entrance with arms crossed and stared at the trio with furrowed eyebrows. Sero immediately began placing glasses into the cabinets like Izuku had been previously, while Ochako headed for a clean tray and a few bottles of whiskey before heading out to serve at the tables again.

Looking over to the grenette, Shinso sighed and then gave him a small smile as he nodded to the door. “Your number one customer is waiting.”

A pout formed on his lips. “Not you too…”

Walking past his chuckling friend, Izuku straightened the tie around his suit and took a deep breath before finally arriving at the front.

It was Friday, yet for some reason the pub wasn't as lively as it usually was. That didn't mean it was empty by any means, since Izuku could clearly see Ochako walking among multiple tables to take orders and place drinks. The front bar was relatively full— three to four people maximum. And among them, was the fluffy chestnut colored hair that the grenette had grown so familiar with.

Rody seemed to be scrolling aimlessly through his phone, a neutral expression gracing his features as he tapped his fingers against the wooden surface in an attempt to keep himself distracted. Izuku found the sight quite endearing.

As soon as he walked closer, the brunette raised his eyes and a smirk quickly formed on his lips as he pocketed the phone without a second thought. “Well, it's about time! I was starting to get worried that something happened to that pretty face.”

Izuku couldn't help but roll his eyes with a smile. At this point, he was quite used to Rody's smooth talking. And even though some stuff still got his heart pounding, most of it he was able to brush off with a chuckle. “Hello to you too, Rody. I'm assuming you want the usual?”

With a wink, the young man leaned back against his chair. “You know me well, Zu.”

Chuckling softly, Izuku nodded as he reached for a glass and began preparing Rody's signature drink: Sex On The Beach. Something fitting for his character, no doubt. As he rummaged for the ice, he began their usual small talk. “You came twice this week! What's the special occasion?”

Rody could be heard chuckling as his hands were placed on the wooden surface once more. “Looks like someone's keeping track of my visits. I'm quite flattered~ Unfortunately, it's nothing too exciting. My younger siblings are on a playdate with some friends so I'm free of babysitting duty today.”

Izuku began pouring the vodka and preparing the cranberry juice as he hummed in acknowledgement. “Oh right, you did say you had siblings. Roro and… Lulu? I didn't know you took care of them!”

After finishing the drink with a tiny umbrella, the grenette passed it over to the brunette who accepted it gratefully. “Haha, it's actually Roro and ‘Lala’, but you almost had it! And yeah, you know how it is when parents have their hands full. They like giving the eldest some extra responsibility, especially to make sure the young ones turn out okay…”

The way Rody's eyes darted to his drink while saying that made something stir inside of Izuku. He had never seen the brunette wear that expression before. It seemed like his family was quite important to him, which was actually something he could relate to. “I get that… It's… only been my mom and I for as long as I can remember. She took care of me all the way to college, and even then she wanted to keep helping me! I didn't let her, though.”

Rody's gaze rose from its position on the glass to look at the young man in front of him. “So that's why you're working at a dump like this…”

As the grenette's eyes widened, Rody caught on to what he'd said and immediately waved his hands as a blush decorated his cheeks. It was… a cute display. “I-I didn't mean that in a bad way! I just always wondered what a guy like you was doing in a place like this when you're clearly real smart and stuff, but if it's for your mom…”

Izuku tried to spare the other of any further embarrassment as he trailed off, quickly filling in the momentary silence. “Yeah! I mean, my mom is retired now, and someone's gotta pay the bills. Plus this place isn't really that bad, actually.”

After hearing that, the brunette seemed to quickly regain his footing as best as he could, showing the other man a grin that could rival the sun itself. “Well… I for one am grateful, since thanks to that I got to meet you.”

It was Izuku's turn to have his cheeks lit aflame at the nonchalant comment. No matter how many guys he met on the job everyday, there was always something about Rody Soul that made him want to come back for more. “W-Well, I-”

“Deku! I need some more vodka, please!”

Both men were startled and brought back to their senses as Ochako appeared out of nowhere, holding an empty tray with a pleading look in her eyes as she leaned against the counter. Izuku tried to act normally as he rummaged through the cabinets and handed his co-worker the desired bottles, but the moment was definitely ruined.

“Deku?” Rody questioned with his usual snarky attitude back in full swing.

Izuku blushed once more as he turned to look at the shot glasses he'd have to wash later. “It's a nickname. Ochako came up with it, but it's honestly not something I get called outside of work.”

“Well I think it's rather cute. It suits you.” A buzz suddenly came from Rody's pants, which caused him to reach for his phone and check. He widened his eyes slightly, and quickly leaned forward and took a hold of one of the foam cups Izuku had on display for drinks to-go. He poured his untouched drink inside and began rummaging through his wallet.

Placing the money on the counter, Rody stood from his chair and winked at the freckled bartender as usual. “I'd love to stay longer, but I think now is a good time to go pick up those little rascals. Same time next week?”

Izuku couldn't help but gulp as he nodded and smiled shyly. His throat felt like he hadn't had a drop of water in days. “Y-Yeah! Come back anytime!”

Before taking his leave, Rody's expression softened once more with a small smile. “Hope everything went well with your tests last week.” Without waiting for a response, the young man walked out the door, leaving a flustered bartender behind.

“He remembered that?” Izuku couldn't stop the warm fuzzy feeling spreading on his chest full force, and he had to do everything in his power to try and not let it show as more customers began asking for their refills.

Oh, that guy was going to be the death of him someday.

“See you tomorrow, Deku!”

“See you! Stay safe!”

Ochako was the last one to leave the building once they set the ‘Closed!’ sign outside the front door. As per usual protocol, she waited with Izuku until he gathered his belongings and only left until he was ready to turn off the lights and close up shop. As he finally grabbed his duffel bag, the freckled young man went to grab the locks for the door as he'd done many times before.

The neighborhood around the bar wasn't necessarily the safest, but there were definitely worse places to be at in the middle of the night, so Izuku never felt intimidated when it was his turn to close. Once he stepped foot outside, the stillness of midnight was rather soothing as all that could be heard was the clicking of the locks as they were snapped shut.

Or at least that's how it should've been, until the grenette was startled by a sudden crash. He instinctively turned towards the sound— it came from an alley on his right.

Around these parts, robbery and assaults weren't necessarily common, which was why the noises were quite alarming for the boy to hear. His first thoughts immediately went to Ochako, as she had left not so long ago and he couldn't recall if she had someone picking her up that night.

Swiftly yet quietly, the grenette ran into the alley and hid behind one of the dumpster containers as soon as he heard the crashing again, this time clearly the sound of someone being smashed against a wall.

As Izuku dared to peek around the corner, his body froze instantly.

It wasn't Ochako.

It was Rody.

The unmistakable chestnut hair that was usually tied in a ponytail was now disheveled, loose and wild as the rest of his clothing, and was that blood on his shirt? His expression was the worst part— eyes wide as saucers as he held onto the hand that had him pinned by the neck since he was most likely being refrained from getting any oxygen.

The hand in question belonged to a tall buff man, appearing to be in his late 30's. Everything about him sent red flags, and Izuku's fear was confirmed as soon as the stranger spoke. “I'm gonna ask you again, Soul. Where's the money?”

Rody shifted around the man's loosened grip, giving him a nervous grin. It was only then that Izuku noticed the blood dripping from his forehead. “I-I already told you. I have it in my apartment! If you just let me get there, I'll bring it back to the place we agreed on!”

The buff man scoffed in annoyance. “You really think I'm that stupid? I'm not letting your weasel ass go anywhere without showing me something. The boss is tired of waiting, and you know what he's like when he gets angry…”

“I totally get it, I've kept him waiting, I know! If you want, there's some cash in my wallet. Back pocket. You can have it as my fee for being late.” Rody spoke rapidly as he turned his gaze downwards toward his pants.

Izuku kept his grip steady on the dumpster as he contemplated what to do. Should he call the police? Would they even make it in time? He didn't even know what was going to happen!

The stranger did as Rody said, and felt up for the cheap leather wallet in the brunette's back pocket. As he opened it and counted the inside, his face twisted in anger once more. That wasn't good. “You think this is a fucking joke? This doesn't even cover your interest rate!”

As the wallet was thrown to the ground with the few bills inside flying away, the grip on the young man was tightened yet again. “I don't think I'm making myself clear enough. If you don't give me what I want, I'll have to go to the boss. If I have to go to the boss, then he'll find a way to make you pay. You have little ones at home, dont'cha? I'm sure they would fit nicely with the other rejects in his penthouse…”

The moment he said those words, Rody's eyes went dark as he placed both hands against the man's arm and twisted as hard as he could, making him cry in pain and release him. The brunette could barely stand— legs wobbling like jelly and balance completely thrown off— but his gaze was unwavering as he growled. “If you lay a finger on them, I'll fucking kill you...”

A moment of silence passed, until the tall man started laughing as he massaged his assaulted arm slightly. “You've got guts kid, I'll give you that! Maybe that's why the boss has been so lenient with you.”

After that however, his body moved quickly as he landed a punch against the young man's stomach, knocking him down into the ground with more blood dripping from his lips as he coughed. Izuku griped against the fabric of his shirt and clenched his teeth at the sight.

Picking Rody up from the collar of his shirt like a ragdoll, the man smirked up at him. “It's a real shame I'm making sure to get those brats myself! And trust me that I'll be taking my sweet time. Who knows? Might even have a little fun while I'm at it.”

Something in Izuku snapped. His legs moved on his own as he left the safety of his hiding spot and made himself visible while approaching the two individuals. “Hey!”

Both men were startled by the sudden new voice. Rody's eyes widened slightly as he let out a small gasp, while the buff man only raised an eyebrow in annoyance. “Well what do we have here? More rats in this neighborhood than I thought. Beat it, kid! We're in the middle of some business here!”

Izuku didn't back off, but instead came closer and held an unwavering gaze. “Let him go.”

“D-Deku… D-Don't…” Rody's voice came out raspy has he silently pleaded for the grenette to back off, but the other man was already intrigued.

“Oh, I'm sorry! Is he a friend of yours? Well in that case, you probably know about all the stuff this little street rat has done to me and my employer. Just setting the record straight, so I'd advise you to keep moving while I'm still feeling nice…” The man's grip tightened around Rody's neck, which caused Izuku to act on his own again.

Walking backwards, he swiftly used his momentum to land a punch between the taller man's collar bone and ribs, effectively knocking the wind out of him and making him release Rody on the spot. “I don't know and frankly do not care what he did or why you're doing this. All I know is that you're assaulting a beaten up man and threatening to kidnap children. So if anyone should back off, it's you before I call the police.”

Breathing heavily, the man looked up and huffed out with anger returning full force. “You little shit!”

As he ran towards the young man, Izuku was ready for him. He ducked as a punch headed his way, causing the man to lose footing and giving the grenette a small window of opportunity to run behind and sweep under his legs. The man didn't fall, but instead turned and threw another jab which landed on Izuku's shoulder, causing the freckled boy to grunt slightly.

Feeling confident from landing a blow, he tried grabbing at his neck, but Izuku was sharper as he stopped the palm with both hands and immediately kicked him in his lower abdomen, causing the man to cry out in pain and hold onto his unborn children.

Using as much strength as he could muster, the grenette threw himself against the man's face using his elbow as a weapon against the guy's nose, effectively causing him to crash against one of the dumpsters causing it to fall forward and knock the wind out of him again.

As soon as the guy's head hit the sharp metal, his whole body fell limp and unmoving to the floor. He was unconscious.

Silence settled into the darkness once more with only Izuku's heavy breathing resounding against the cool chilly air.

Turning to his right, Rody was staring wide eyed, more blood dripping onto his shirt, causing the bartender to snap back into reality and run towards him. “Rody! Are you okay?!”

“Y-Yeah…” The brunette's gaze remained on the freckled man as he ran towards him and held onto him for dear life, examining all of his wounds carefully. “I… You… You shouldn't-”

“It's alright. You're alright now. Let's get you patched up. We don't know when that guy's gonna get up again.” Izuku dismissed him immediately and began holding his torso to try and get him to a standing position.

He pretended not to see the way Rody's eyes were building up with tears as they made their way to the bar.

“Ouch!”

“It'll be quicker if you hold still…”

Izuku quickly opened up the bar again and went for the first aid kit as soon as he left the young man to rest in one of their lounge sofas in the employee's back room.

He'd managed to stop the bleeding on his forehead, which was thankfully only caused by some scratches and bruising. The rest of his body was now being washed in all the antiseptic alcohol the grenette could find, as he tried to make sure none of the wounds would get infected.

They'd been silent for the most part—only talking when Izuku asked for Rody to move a certain way to clean him up better— and the bartender would've thought they'd stay that way all night until the brunette finally spoke. “Why aren't you asking me anything?”

“It's none of my business. It would be rude to ask.” Izuku tried to keep his voice at a normal level. He hadn't lied back in the alley. He could care less about whatever Rody might be involved in, since he knew deep down that he was a good person and most likely had his own reasons.

“If it wasn't your business, you wouldn't have stepped in.” Rody retorted dryly.

“I couldn't just leave an innocent person to get beat up like that!” Izuku replied as he went to grab another cotton swab since the one he was using was now all bloodied up.

“‘Innocent’, huh? Well, I'm kinda glad you still see me like that…” The brunette kept his voice above a whisper, and Izuku could only frown in disapproval.

“Rody. Whatever you're involved in, I'm sure-”

“I lied!”

The sudden shout caught the grenette off-guard, which Rody noticed, causing him to lower his head in a silent apology. “I lied. Partially. Roro and Lala are at a sleepover with a friend. I asked if they could stay there tonight because I got a text from that guy outside, asking for his money. I knew he'd come for me, so I didn't want him following me home…”

Now the pieces were starting to line up. That was probably why Rody had decided to come to the bar that night. As a way to lure the man to a different location away from his siblings without putting them in harm's way. Izuku stopped cleaning the wounds to look at the man. “You did it for a good reason. If it weren't for that, they might have been caught in some real trouble…”

Rody scoffed as he turned to face his savior. “If I hadn't done anything stupid, I wouldn't have to be worrying over them like this! I borrowed money from dangerous peeps by getting on their boss' good side, but with the little money I make back, it ends up being more than I can give back…”

“Loan sharks?” Izuku questioned curiously.

Rody nodded. “I never meant for it to happen. But I had to find a way to bring food to the table for them and I…I just couldn't do it alone. Not all of us were blessed with supporting parents. Some just leave you to fend for yourself, and it sucks.”

Izuku looked down at his hands and contemplated the information given to him. He knew how it felt to have one parent abandon him, but never both. That was something he could never imagine happening to him, yet it was Rody's reality as he had to take care of both himself and his younger siblings.

And that immediately made it clear to Izuku that the brunette had done nothing wrong.

“You're trying your best, Rody. Sometimes our best isn't enough, and we do things we aren't proud of. But I can guarantee that Roro and Lala would still see you as their hero, even if you told them what you did. Because you're the one who's kept them going all this time…” The grenette replied almost automatically as he knew everything in that statement was true.

Rody stared wide eyed for a moment, but quickly turned elsewhere as pink dusted his cheeks. “Y-Yeah well, thanks I guess. Not like I would ever tell them, though. They'd try and fight the guy off themselves with nothing but their bare hands, hehe…” The brunette chuckled softly, causing Izuku to smile too.

“You know... I know it's not much, but… I could talk to my friend and recommend you for a job here. I think we're in need of another waiter. Poor Ochako has to do it all by herself and sometimes she can get a little mixed up with the orders.” Izuku chuckled as he recalled some instances where some angry customers would complain about their drinks getting mixed up and a flustered Ochako in the middle.

“You'd do that?” Rody looked perplexed by the offer, to which the bartender merely looked sideways as he replied. “Don't get me wrong, the pay isn't great. But it's a start… right?”

Rody stayed silent for a moment, but quickly smirked as he tried leaning against the chair he was in like he normally would. “I'll consider it. Although if I'm gonna be working with you, I'm not sure if I could concentrate.”

Izuku rolled his eyes as he went back to cleaning up the young man's wounds. “Good to have you back, Rody Soul.”

“Speaking of which, when did you learn to fight like a freaking ninja?! What even was all of that?” Rody tried to keep the momentum going as he brought up the fight from earlier.

The grenette sighed as he brought out some gauze to wrap around the brunette's torso. “I got beat up a lot when I was a kid. So, I ended up getting some self-defense lessons during high school. I'm glad they finally paid off.”

“Well, it was ridiculously sexy, I'll tell you that.” Rody wiggled his eyebrows while grunting from the occasional jab of pain.

“Hahaha! Come on Rody, you don't have to keep the act even while you're bleeding out in my co-worker's break room.” Izuku said nonchalantly.

This however, brought some confusion to the brunette's eyes. “What act?”

Izuku's eyes widened slightly, but he returned to his ministrations trying not to let it show. “You flirting with me. Don't you get tired of it?”

Now it was Rody's turn to avert his gaze as he started shifting in his seat, squirming slightly under the other boy's eyes. “Yeah um… I'm pretty sure I come off as just a playboy to you, huh? Also why would a smartl guy like you go out with someone like me? Pretty dumb if you ask me.”

“What? Wait, I never said that. If anything, why would you wanna go out with someone like me?” Izuku finished the wrapping and stared at Rody with incredulous eyes.

Rody blinked once. “Because you're cute, funny and easy to talk to? What's your excuse?”

Izuku blinked twice. “Because you're hot, funny and a nice guy?”

One second.

Then two.

Finally three went by before the duo's face flared up and leaned close to each other.

“You're saying you'd go out with me?!”

As the question left their lips, another blush crept across their cheeks, quickly followed by bursts of laughter.

With a soft smile, Rody wiped the tears from his eyes as the chuckle died down. “To know all I had to do was ask. Today was supposed to be the worst day of my life and I somehow ended up with a new job and boyfriend all at once.”

Izuku returned the smile, until the realization hit him. “So, we're dating?”

Rody merely smirked in response. “Only one way to find out.”

They stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like ages, slowly inching forward until their fingers interlocked, quickly followed by their lips.

As the kiss deepened, all Izuku could think about was how he was going to explain to everyone the next day that he now had both a new employee and a new boyfriend all in the same person.

Well, that was something future Izuku could worry about.

Present Izuku had his hands quite full already.

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