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mikodrawnnarratives · 6 months

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*cracks knuckles* @paper-lilypie

WEDDING BELLS YALL

and brainrot. I've been sketching these ideas out for like, a year. And done nothing with them until this point

this has been festering. in my mind.

*note: I didn't get around to drawing it, but I imagine Sun, Moon, and Y/n say their vows at the Bell place thingie that I need to reread in the fic. Y'know, the place Moon climbs up to, to get away from y/n. Yeh they declare their love up there and smoochies*

I should really reread that bit actually lol

Before moving forward, I'm gonna rant about outfits

this is the outfit that I base Sun and Moon's wedding look on because I just think it fits so well. I share this so you guys see the vision and forgive my inexperience with drawing these folds

Cool? cool.

Also, I went through several variations of what Y/n would wear before settling on this bc nothing that came up when I searched "gender neutral wedding gear" really fit

Wanted a mix between gown and suit and y'know this ended up being more suit but I like it a lot so we're going with that. It also came to me in a vision so that has to say something.

(Ok but I did envision Y/n having a dress similar to this one character's dress in Bad Guys but I couldn't draw it so I scrapped it)

(ok some details stayed but most of the concept had to go)

so like- you see it right?

Btw. All of them (including guests) have pockets. just. to ease your mind.

ok back to actually drawn wedding shenanigans

Because, there are many, wedding shenanigans

Y'know the trend of smashing wedding cake into the bride/groom/wedded partner's face right?

There's no way this wouldn't escalate and y/n wouldn't enlist their siblings in the chaos.

They'll get like- one or two good wedding pics before this.

the cake tasted good tho

Let me just say. I am so proud of how I did these hands I'm oogling my own art I did so good GHGHHHHHHFDS

I like??? Want to do more?????

cuties shenanigans below they are obnoxious and they know it

By the way by the way you may notice the flower dress

I WILL be getting around to Lily x DCA STUFF I WILL

Tho I got busy and had a really hard time drawing/finishing sketches when I did have time so. I chose to post what I have so far so it's out before November ends

CONSIDER THIS A PART 1

LILY YOU ARE NOT SAFE

well Ig u are safe

for nowwwww

Bouquet toss real

fun fact I initially wanted to draw Sun, Moon, and Copper y/n tossing the bouquet together

but their arm lengths would NOT make that work kjfdkljsdklj

so y/n tosses the bouquet bc they are the specialest

(Or they won the round of monopoly)

(who's to say)

(we don't talk about game night)

But all three of them are the criminal. masterminds. They planned this from the start. Holly and Chica HAD NO CHANCE after the role they played in getting Y/N AND SUN AND MOON together.

I think this video would also be something cute that I could see happening for their wedding lol

Y/n and the daycare attendants hand the bouquet to Holly and then she gets proposed to by Chica

Anyway I still have a whole list of wedding shenanigans I need to draw

Sarah and Yao being some because when I tried before I couldn't sketch them out to my liking.

And the more CCRT gets expanded on, the more I'm sure will be present in their wedding since there are only 3 chapters out so far and enough art for me to make my guesses dlkkldsf

I'm sure there are plenty of fun things that can be included into this wedding, or edited, once more is revealed of the characters and their relationships

and who would be wedding guests is a little more up in the air, for instance and... who'd be able to show up in the first place considering unknown state of... living

(*cough cough*-Glamrock Foxy-*cough cough*)

...and being on good terms! thats.. important too. y'know moon and foxy weren't really exes but it may still be a bit awkward if he got invited y'know yknow

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reallyromealone · 8 months

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Hello there!

I thought of a cute scenario a couple days ago and wanted to send it to you then but your asks were closed. So here I am, ominously crawling out of the bushes like some Lovecraftian horror to ask you this.

Can you write Bonten with a child reader that makes them something during arts and crafts class!

Like; a warped modeling clay ashtray for Takeomi, a too small felt eyepatch for Kakucho, a messily beaded bracelet that spells "kill all traitors" for Sanzu, a dried mochi made of playdough for Mochizuki, a papermache name placard for Koko's desk, a poorly drawn picture of a dog for Rindou, a construction paper card for Ran and a macaroni heart for Mikey.

You can do all of them, one of them, a few of them and even none of them; whatever you're comfortable with.

Please and thank you, regardless of if you decide to write this or not; you just reading it was a kind enough gesture to be honest. Have a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening/night!

Absolutely this is adorable

🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐

Father's day.

Something Bonten didn't think about before (name), the three year old starting preschool and boy did he have his work cut out for him.

Thankfully they were doing many fathers day activities in his preschool, the Bonten men putting in crazy money for the highest education thru could give their little one.

"Hewr papa, a neck-o-lass" (name) said handing Koko a painted macaroni necklace that was frankly tragic looking but Koko thought it was absolutely precious.

"An ass-tray!" (Name) proudly presented the frankly fucked up looking ashtray to Takeomi as the men tried to not bust out laughing at what the boy said "Ash Tray (name), and thank you" (name) smiled at the praise and the head pat before going to the next father in the list: Mikey.

It was again macaroni art, on construction paper was a glittery macaroni mess shaped like a heart with a 'i Lov Yu papa!' At the bottom and Mikey silently cooed at it "thank you (name)" he said softly and (name) continued his mission.

"Moh-cheey for you papa!" (Name) handed Mochi a lump of clay with glitter and a smiley face on it "very unique bud, thank you" it was ugly as hell and it was in fact going on his home office desk.

"We made bacelets" (name) handed Sanzu a pipe cleaner bracelet with poorly put on beats and it was ill fitting but the words "cool papa" warmed his heart "thank you.." when he had the chance he planned to replace it with a more durable bracelet strap.

He wanted to keep this forever.

Bonten tried not to laugh at Kakuchos gift, a poorly shaped felt eyepatch glued together.

"For your ouchie!"

"...thanks..."

"Ok this is being used for work" Koko said holding the cardboard name plate with "papa" written in crayon and stickers on it.

"This is going on the fridge!" Rindō said at the shitty drawing of their dog Coconut, looked like a bunch of scribbles but the "Koko-nut" on top dignified what it was.

Ran followed with his construction paper card and (name) beamed at their praise "now, why don't we go out to eat, hm?"

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers fluff #male reader #bonten x reader #child male reader

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beannary · 10 months

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OK so I dont really like this but this 2012 tmnt mermaid au has been driving me INSANE so here are some mermaid designs for the boys (which I might change if I draw more stuff for this au) and some lore for the au under the cut!

also Donnie is ftm and Leo is mtf and those are the facts! (Donnie did do top surgery on himself, do NOT ask me how he did that underwater safely)

(just a quick note: I am using some japanese mythos for the mermaid part but I'm also being loosey goosey with it alskjdfh)

ALSO slight tw for cannibalism? or like cannibalism adjacent behavior

There is a yokai described in Japanese literature called the ningyo, a creature that is half human and half fish. Legend says that if you capture a ningyo and eat its flesh, that you will be granted eternal life. Hamato Yoshi and Oroku Saki were familiar with these legends, though Saki always believed in them more than Yoshi. Saki believed in the legends so much that he became obsessed with finding the legendary ningyo and becoming immortal after consuming its flesh. Yoshi accompanied his brother on these ventures, more out of a sense of familiar duty and a need to watch out for his younger brother than an actual belief in the ningyo.

And of course, it just so happens that the brother who does not at all believe in the existence of yokai would be the one to find one. Yoshi encounters Tang Shen, a ningyo who has been living throughout the local freshwater river system. And suddenly Yoshi realizes that Saki's quest for murder might actually come true since apparently these ningyo are very much real. So now whenever he accompanies Saki on his hunting quests, he does everything in his ability to try to dissuade Saki from his plan, and when he realizes that isn't going to work, he starts to sabotage Saki's efforts. And Yoshi does this because well he kept in contact with Tang Shen, and the two became close friends, and son fell in love, bridging the gap between yokai and human.

They can't get married, obviously, Tang Shen is fully a yokai, but they build their lives together and eventually Tang Shen falls pregnant with their daughter Miwa. The two weren't entirely sure what to expect of their child, but Miwa turns out to be a completely normal human child.

Over the years as Yoshi and Tang Shen's love and family grew, Yoshi started pulling away from his birth family, and more noticeably, from Saki, who was you know pretty angry with Yoshi who seemingly disappeared on him with no explanation. Saki channels his anger into his search for the ningyo, and it takes three years but eventually he does finally find one.

Around three years after Miwa was born, Tang Shen and Yoshi welcome in four new kids! Quadruplets! Three boys and a girl. And these four, unlike Miwa, seem to all be fully ningyo, which very much surprised Yoshi and Tang Shen (both the fact that there were four kids and those four kids are all mermaids) but hey, they knew their genetic situation would be weird and they were fully ready to hop into raising these four.

It's only a few days after the birth of their quadruplets, so soon after that they haven't even given them names, that Saki stumbles upon the home of Yoshi and Tang Shen. And He Is Pissed. Not only did his BROTHER ABANDON him but he abandon him to start a family with this yokai? The yokai that he's been hunting all this time? And Saki, like in canon, kills Tang Shen and Miwa. (Or well you know, he kidnaps Miwa and renames her Karai but Yoshi thinks Miwa is dead)

Yoshi manages to get away with the quadruplets in the chaos, and he tries so hard to establish a new life for himself in Japan, but no matter where he goes, Saki manages to find him. Eventually Yoshi gets desperate enough to flee the country, and he finds himself in New York City!

But meanwhile back in Japan, Saki did in fact end up eating Tang Shen but idk how he realizes it but he figures out that he didnt get immortality, and so he concludes that oh, Tang Shen must have been tainted somehow by her relationship with Yoshi, which sucks because now he has to find a whole other ningyo to get immortality. Luckily he happens to know of four ningyo that he would be more than happy to kill, which is basically Saki's drive to finding and killing the Hamatos.

Anyways that's all I have so far!!!! I'm trying to think about how they would live in NYC, if they can somehow become human (in maybe like an H2O just add water situation) or if they are stuck in the water all the time.

I'm leaning towards them being able to shed their fish tails if even only for a small amount of time, just so they can still be ninjas and train on land, since I think Yoshi would still want to train them to defend themselves. I think that if they can be human for a bit, they still get dried out really easily so they can't stay out of the water for very long, probably not long enough for them to go to school full time, so they still live super isolated lives. Or maybe Yoshi figures out a way to train them to fight in the water? Idk suggestions are appreciated!

They do eventually meet April and Casey, I think April is gonna be on the swim team and so she's a fairly strong swimmer (for a human) and so she spends a lot of time in the water with the hamatos which they appreciate a lot! I think maybe Yoshi isn't a super strong swimmer so as much as he tries to spend time with his kids he can't really.

Casey is still on the hockey team and he can't swim, the hamatos try to teach him but they fully dont know how to swim with legs and so they are Bad tm swimming teachers salkdjfh.

#my art #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #2012 tmnt #tmnt 2k12 #2k12 tmnt #tmnt leo #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raph #tmnt raphael #tmnt donnie #tmnt donatello #tmnt mikey #tmnt michelangelo

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joyful-soul-collector · 1 year

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Eclectic Ensemble

Pairing: Steven Grant, Marc Spector, and Jake Lockley x gn!reader (reader wears slightly more masculine clothing but other than that it's pretty neutral)

Summary: Reader decides they're going to ask the moon boys out on a date. Things do not go perfectly to plan

Tags: SFW, asking out, neighbors to lovers (is that a tag??), swearing, uhhh reader is a major fucking dork who talks to their cat like it can understand them, no TWs it's all fluff

Wordcount: 1288

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You couldn’t figure out why you couldn’t stop thinking about him. You’d had crushes before, and those were tolerable, you would daydream, but you’d snap back to reality at some point, and go about your day like normal.

With the man across the hall though… that was something else entirely.

You tried to convince yourself it was just the mystery of him, the fact that he seemed to have three different accents depending on the day, how one day he’d be cheerful and awkward while the other he’d be suave or stand-offish or nervous.

But you couldn’t convince yourself of that, because even after he explained to you that he had DID and was not in fact a method actor of some kind, you still found yourself fascinated by him despite the mystery being solved.

Fascinated by all three of them honestly.

You’d talked to each of them in the hall before, learned things about them, even visited Steven at the museum a couple days ago. That’s what started it honestly, you’d chatted for hours after he got off work, each of them periodically switching out to have turns to speak with you. Sitting next to them by the fountain, rambling on about anything and everything as the sky grew darker and darker, it was the most fun you’d had in ages. And by the end of the night, with the way you couldn’t seem to shake the thoughts of them, you’d think you were in love with all three of them.

Which is also part of the reason you were so nervous to be doing this.

You folded the collar of your dress shirt down, sighing at your reflection in the mirror on your closet door.

“What do you think? Too much?” You turned to look at your cat, who was sitting on your desk, not at all minding that she was wrinkling all your papers. She stared at you for a moment, then licked her paw. “Yeah. Too much.”

There’s no way they’ll say yes, you thought as you unbuttoned your shirt. Even if one of them likes me back, what’re the chances the other two will be willing to date me if they don’t like me? Even lower chances that two of them will be interested, and definitely not all three of them. This is such an awful idea, why the hell am I doing this?

As you were undoing the third button you heard someone walking down the hall outside your front door. Normally this wouldn’t be cause for alarm, but you recognized the voice drawing closer and closer.

“Yeah, I know it’s your turn to choose dinner tonight, but I’m just saying, could you maybe not go wild with the hot sauce this time? You always do that and then leave me and Steven to deal with the stomachache after--”

A voice speaking in Spanish cut him off, and you would’ve started laughing if the panic hadn’t seized you right in that moment.

They weren’t supposed to be home this early! You were supposed to have another hour to get ready, to rehearse what you wanted to say, to work up enough courage!

You didn’t even stop to think about what you were doing because you could hear them getting out their keys, and if you didn’t do it now you weren’t sure you ever would. So you sprinted to your front door and flung it open.

There stood the man you’d been waiting for. It was clear that Steven was the one who dressed them that day, wearing his oversized clothes, but the perpetually frowning face 100% belonged to Marc right now. He glanced over his shoulder at you.

“Oh, hey Y/N! How’re y--” He cut off as he fully turned around to see you, and it was only then that you remembered exactly what you were wearing.

Not only was your shirt halfway unbuttoned, but you were wearing a rather old tank top underneath it, your bedhead was not the hot kind, you didn’t have any shoes or socks on, and of course, you were wearing a pair of fluffy blue pajama pants covered in cat fur.

Marc was clearly trying not to smile, but it wasn’t working very well, and for a moment you were glad for it, as Marc seemed to smile the least out of the three.

“I uh--Well I--Okay I was going to ask you something,” you said with an embarrassed laugh, running a hand through your hair as a nervous habit, but also just to try and get it under control a bit. “But just--Just hang on, lemme put on actual clothes--”

“Pfft, you’re fine, we don’t care about that, you should see the things Marc tries to make us go out in some days,” Jake said, his Spanish accent replacing Marc’s American one. “He would wear pajamas to work if me and Steven didn’t stop him. Go head, what’s up?”

You stared at him for a second, and in that moment you remembered exactly why you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about them.

Because no matter who was talking to you, each of them had that same soft look in their eye. The one that made you feel instantly better after an awful day, that made you smile when you were worried, that made you feel like you could be yourself in a way no one else did.

The one that didn’t care at all how disheveled you looked right now, only about the question you wanted to ask him.

“Do you wanna go out sometime? Maybe for coffee?” you said. Jake blinked, and immediately his demeanor changed, his head tilting to the side as fidgety fingers rose up to touch the strap of his bag.

“You mean, like a date?” Steven said in his British accent. “You’re asking us out? All of us?”

You nodded and suddenly felt like looking anywhere but at their face, running a hand nervously through your hair again.

“You uh, you guys can think about it of course, you don’t have to answer right--”

“We’d love to,” Steven interrupted. You looked up to find him smiling brightly at you, the excitement so evident in him he practically glowed.

“Really? ‘We’ as in, all three of you?”

“Yes, yeah, er, well we've been meaning to for a while really, we wanted to ask you at the fountain the other day but… I dunno, we weren’t sure you liked any of us that way, much less all three of us.”

You gave a small laugh and leaned your arm up on the door frame, shaking your head.

“I honestly don’t know how I couldn’t like all three of you. Really it’s a surprise that all three of you like me.”

You gestured pointedly to your rather comical outfit, and Steven laughed.

“I dunno,” he said, tilting his head and gazing at your eclectic ensemble. “It’s kind of cute, in a messy sort of way. Jake and Marc think so too.”

“Oh? Well maybe I’ll wear this on our date then.”

He laughed again, and you chatted for a few more minutes, long enough to set up a coffee date for Sunday, before Jake said he needed to get started on dinner (much to Steven and Marc’s annoyance).

Once you were back on your flat with the door closed behind you, you punched the air with triumph, letting out a laugh of both relief and excitement.

“YES, yes yes yes! Fuck yeah!”

Your cat stared at you with her head cocked as you did a victory lap around your living room, before returning to licking her fur, and you liked to imagine she silently believed in you all along.

THE END

If you made it this far, congratulations, you have read the first x reader fic I have ever written lol. Lemme know what you think, I hope you enjoyed!

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elia-nymmeros · 3 months

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""A start?" said Ellaria Sand, incredulous. "Gods forbid. I would it were a finish. Tywin Lannister is dead. So are Robert Baratheon, Amory Lorch, and now Gregor Clegane, all those who had a hand in murdering Elia and her children. Even Joffrey, who was not yet born when Elia died. I saw the boy perish with mine own eyes, clawing at his throat as he tried to draw a breath. Who else is there to kill? Do Myrcella and Tommen need to die so the shades of Rhaenys and Aegon can be at rest? Where does it end?" "It ends in blood, as it began," said Lady Nym. "It ends when Casterly Rock is cracked open, so the sun can shine on the maggots and the worms within. It ends with the utter ruin of Tywin Lannister and all his works."" The Watcher, ADwD

Rereading ADwD, one of the most interesting aspects of the Dorne plot for me is that constantly, over and over again, the elder Sand Snakes mock Doran for his perceived weakness, for being slow to act, for planning and disguising and lying instead of outright fighting, claiming that he was a lesser man compared to Oberyn, and yet part of me wonders what they thought/might've thought of Elia while she lived, especially when Gregor's head was brought back to Dorne and the Sand Snakes demanded vengeance not only for Oberyn, but also for Elia and her children.

"Her sister Tyene gave answer. "What he always does," she purred. "Delay, obscure, prevaricate. Oh, no one does that half so well as our brave uncle."" The Watcher, ADwD

It's hard to know because we only have second-handed accounts, but we've been told that Elia was someone agreeable, kind, with a good heart, someone precisely like Doran and very unlike Oberyn. No account of Elia presents her as a bold, outspoken, bloodthirsty, or vengeful woman, which of course doesn't mean that she wasn't, but it means that she didn't choose to present herself as one in front of Dorne and King's Landing court; in fact, some people even remember her as "drab" and "frail". It's very poignant to see the Sand Snakes asking to spill blood and kill innocent people in the name of a woman dead some 17 years ago who, as a matter of fact, probably never wanted to see the entirety of Casterly Rock and Oldtown destroyed and slain, children and smallfolk included.

"Princess Elia was a good woman, Your Grace. She was kind and clever, with a gentle heart and a sweet wit." ADwD, Daenerys IV

""We could kill him, to be sure," said Tyene, "but then we would need to kill the rest of his party too, even those sweet young squires. That would be … oh, so messy."" ADwD, The Watcher

It's interesting for me that they learned this bloodthirsty attitude from Oberyn, who of course had almost two decades of virulent resentment because the brutal rape and murder of his sister and her children went unpunished, but who was also the man who probably knew Elia the best and what ideas she held about retribution, not some idealized version of a woman who they probably don't remember. Part of me wonders if the Sand Snakes wouldn't have found Elia cowardly and weak and useless too, simply because she displayed the same ideas about politics and power than Doran, because all accounts of Elia (all three of them) shows us a genuinely gentle and easy-going person who did not murder and poison her way to power as it is common in the royal court.

"I am not blind, nor deaf. I know that you all believe me weak, frightened, feeble. Your father knew me better (...)" The Watcher, ADwD

"It must have been the madness that led Aerys to refuse Lord Tywin's daughter and take his son instead, whilst marrying his own son to a feeble Dornish princess with black eyes and a flat chest." AFfC, Cersei V

I'm not saying that Elia wouldn't have wanted The Mountain dead or that the Sand Snakes were in the wrong for wanting their family members avenged, because Tywin Lannister and his lackeys were evil men who committed several crimes against the Martells and faced no direct repercussions, but the extreme level of hatred that the Sand Snakes show towards everyone who happens to be named Lannister, their willingness to go to a war they cannot hope to win with allies they aren't sure they can trust without any kind of well-thought plan, and the constant derision they show towards Doran and his attitudes... part of me feels like Elia has already been forgotten by them, replaced by an empty figurehead who they can rally around and use to justify their cruelty, while at the same time disdaining the same attitudes that Elia herself was known for...

"Written? If you were half the man my father was—" AFfC, The Captain of Guards.

""Obara would make Oldtown our father's funeral pyre, but I am not so greedy. Four lives will suffice for me. Lord Tywin's golden twins, as payment for Elia's children. The old lion, for Elia herself. And last of all the little king, for my father." "The boy has never wronged us."" AFfC, The Captain of Guards.

Something something about letting vengeance and senseless violence consume you, about a woman dead so many years ago and yet still loved by her people and her family, about the attitudes we teach our children and how they might end up twisted without a specific contextualization in time and space...

#asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #elia martell #sand snakes #doran martell #a dance with dragons #adwd #valyrianscrolls #i genuinely don't think the eldest sand snakes would've liked elia personally #which ofc doesn't mean they didn't love her #oh dorne plot i love you

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lovelytsunoda · 2 years

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jack and sally // daniel ricciardo

summary: scotty and chloe are throwing a halloween party, and danny and y/n think they've got the best couples costume in the entire party.

pairing: daniel ricciardo x female reader

warnings: pumpkin spice condoms ( don't ask, it will all make sense later ), talks of getting married. danny does a striptease and is wine drunk.

authors note: see this reference for costumes. ALSO thank you so much for 550 followers, this truly is such a surreal thing for me !

y/n y/l/n smiled to herself as she stepped out of the shower, toweling off and wrapping her body in the pale purple satin robe hanging from the back of the door as she blow-dried her hair.

halloween was her favourite time of year, and the fully-decorated vineyard house in monaco that she shared with her boyfriend of five years proved it. every available surface was covered in bats or pumpkins or ghouls.

she opened the medicine cabinet to find her bath and body works perfume when she stopped, her eyes catching on something that rested on daniel's side of the cupboard. curious, she reached for the orange box, scanning the label with a snort before she spun on her heel and walked back out towards the master bedroom.

"pumpkin spice condoms? seriously, daniel?"

daniel laughed, half dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed with his phone. "what, it's festive!"

"it's tacky." y/n rolled her eyes, throwing the orange box at him. "jesus christ, why am i still dating you?"

"because i'm charming, funny and give really good head?"

"fuck off." y/n giggled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "i love you anyways, dumbass."

giggling still, daniel got to his feet, scooping y/n up in his arms, pressing a kiss to her lips before sitting on the bed and rolling over so that the aussie was on top.

"how about we try them out?" he raised an eyebrow, lifting up the box. "you know, see if they're really as tacky as they sound."

she kissed him on the nose. "sorry, cowboy. we have a halloween party to get ready for."

daniel groaned, flopping onto the bed. since the mclaren decision had come down, and his season got progressively worse, daniel had stopped wanting to go out, his usual sparkle a little duller.

but it was soctty and chloe who were throwing the party. aside from chloe's brother lance, there wasn't going to be a single person there who was connected to the racing world.

y/n thought that it might do danny some good to get back out there and clear his head. she'd been with him since the year that he left red bull, and she had never seen him as discouraged as he had been since he started driving for zak brown and his papaya team.

"why are we getting ready this early? there's still three hours left."

"the costumes and makeup, silly. a lot of work goes into looking as good as we do." y/n laughed, tapping the end of danny's nose.

begrudgingly, daniel resigned himself to the fact that there was nothing he could say or do to change y/n's mind about the costume or how long it would take to prepare it.

the couple ( or moreover, y/n ) had decided to go as jack and sally from the nightmare before christmas. y/n was very festive, especially when halloween rolled around. chloe had insisted on having a costume contest at the party, and y/n's competitive streak was coming out.

she did daniel's makeup first, knowing that trying to do makeup on another person was considerably harder than trying to do it for herself.

the mclaren driver was a good sport about the entire thing, especially for a man who didn't want to go to the party in the first place. she perched herself next to him on the edge of the bed, hair still soaked and dressed in her silk robe as she opened up the palette, dabbing the white face paint onto daniel's skin to transform him into the pumpkin king.

she used her liquid eyeliner to draw jack skellington's crooked smile across the driver's cheeks, and dark eyeshadow in circles around his eyes before adding the sliver glitter spray into his abundance of curls before she ruffled his hair, flecks of glitter falling onto the duvet as daniel leaned over and pressed a kiss to her lips.

"daniel!" she complained. "you're going to smudge it!"

"does it matter? the guy is a skeleton anyways!"

still giggling, she shooed daniel towards the walk in closet before taking a seat at the vanity mirror to set about doing her own makeup.

it took just under an hour to do danny's.

it only took y/n half that to do her own from the youtube tutorial before she began to straighten her hair and dust her face with glittery setting powder so that she sparkled under the light.

when daniel came back out of the walk-in, y/n's first instinct was to tell him how hot he looked. and then she needed to fix the bowtie, which the driver had done up wrong despite it being velcro.

she chuckled to herself as she undid and redid the costume tie before kissing her lover gently on the cheek, then rubbing away the purple lipstick mark before she went to put sally's patchwork dress on.

once the couple were ready to go, y/n insisted on all the customary couple's photos in the mirror. when it came to doting boyfriend activities, daniel ricciardo was a shockingly good sport, holding y/n close as they stared into each other's eyes for the photo.

she pressed up on her tiptoes, gently sinking her lips against his now that she knew all the lipsticks and face paints were dry.

"i love you." she said simply.

"love you too, darling. now, we have a costume contest to go win."

y/n beamed. "an hour ago, you didn't want to go."

"i changed my mind when i saw you smile."

___________

daniel ricciardo was actually enjoying himself. their competition for the contest was quite something. they were up against daphne and fred from scooby doo, uma thurman and john travolta in pulp fiction, baby and johnny from dirty dancing and a few disney princess couplings. there was also one couple who went as johnny cash and june carter, in costumes so good that for a second y/n thought that they had lost.

but alas, mostly due to y/n's rapidly developing makeup skills, jack and sally were crowned the winners.

daniel and y/n were sitting with chloe and scotty, as well as lance and his girlfriend and a round table towards the back of the garden, talking somehow about anything and nothing at the same time.

daniel had never felt more at ease.

"oh come on, who plays bryan adams at a halloween party? there's nothing spooky about a canadian country singer." y/n complains later, glass of seltzer in her hand.

"um, 'reckless' is a classic album. and he's not a country singer." chloe laughed, a little buzzed and wine drunk.

"i think he is, clo." scotty rebutted with a small laugh. the snowboarder and his fiancee were so in love, and y/n sometimes wondered if that's what she a daniel looked like to outsiders, even though the aussie hadn't gotten his ass in gear and bought her a ring yet.

daniel laughs, getting to his feet. "come on, darling, don't be a buzzkill." he crosses to y/n side of the circular table, extending a hand. "can i have this dance, my pumpkin queen?"

y/n laughed. "danny, come on."

"i'm serious! what, am i not allowed to dance with my girlfriend?"

she took daniel's hand in her and allowed him to lead her out to the middle of chloe and scotty's backyard, with 'cuts like a knife' playing in the background as they rocked back and forth, y/n trying her hardest not to break out into a giggling fit.

"are you glad i made you come to the party?" y/n asked, eyebrows raised under the orange pumpkin lights.

daniel rolled his eyes. "of course i am. i'm with you, and i could never hate being anywhere with you."

y/n giggled as daniel took her hand and spun her around during the guitar solo before he pulled her close again. even with her platform heels, y/n was still almost a head shorter than the australian.

"have you ever thought about getting married?" y/n asked quietly, still thinking about scotty and chloe. "like, the two of us, settling down?"

daniel looked down at her, gently kissing y/n's hairline. "of course i have. i just wasn't sure if you were ready for it? i know that big things like that make you anxious. i think that if we did get married, it would be something quiet and low-key. just us, and a very small wedding party. our parents. maybe on the farm in perth. you in white, i'd put my cowboy boots on under my jeans."

y/n chuckled, stepping back slightly and cupping daniel's cheek. "i think i'd really like that. whenever you're ready, just let me know."

and then they kissed, backlit by jack o lanterns and country music.

y/n smiled. "did we just agree to get married spontaneously without a proposal or a ring or anything?"

"i think we did." danny chuckled. "imagine how funny it would be if we didn't tell anybody until after the wedding."

"hush. let me enjoy our dance. it's just practice for the real thing, now."

___________

they would drunkenly stumble back into the ranch house hours later, giggling and blushy, arms around each other as they tried to stay upright.

"babe," daniel managed through laughter. "take your shoes off or you aren't even going to make it up the stairs."

y/n leaned against the off-white wall, almost hitting her head on a picture frame housing a picture of her and danny from monza in 2021, his last win. she had her arms around his neck, half on his back as he tried to hold up the sign that triumphantly read 'daniel p1'.

where had things with mclaren gone so wrong?

the couple stumbled up the small flight of stairs to their bedroom, where y/n perched delicately on the edge of the bed, leaning against a pillow as she watched daniel begin to undress.

catching her movement out of the corner of his eye, daniel turned around with a grin.

"like what you see?"

"fuck off."

taking the joke in stride, he reached for his phone, putting on a sultry sounding blues song, swaying his hips back and forth as he took off the pinstriped suit jacket.

with a drunken giggle, y/n realized exactly what daniel was doing.

and she'd be damned if she said his little striptease wasn't working as the aussie got closer and closer to the bed, y/n's eyes drawn in as daniel began to move his shoulders to the music, nimble fingers undoing the snap on the tie before he began to undo the dress shirt.

she felt bad for giggling before, but this just made her holler in laughter. she knew it must have been the alcohol speaking.

"daniel joseph ricciardo, loving you is going to be the death of me." she grins, pulling him in by the belt loops before getting to her feet and pressing a kiss to his lips. "let's go wash off the makeup, lover boy. then we can put on our pajamas, get nice and cozy in the bed, and then you can fuck me like i know you've wanted to do all night."

internally, daniel groaned. "you're making me wait even longer?"

"i'm not sleeping in this makeup, danny. it's not good for my skin."

"as long as you put on the sexy pajamas, i'm all in."

"you think all of my pajamas are sexy."

"that's because you're wearing them."

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Nina reads Dracula 🦇

May 16th

Thought things couldn’t get worse for our good friend Jonathan…? WELL YOU WERE WRONG:

God preserve my sanity, for to this I am reduced. Safety and the assurance of safety are things of the past. Whilst I live on here there is but one thing to hope for, that I may not go mad, if, indeed, I be not mad already. If I be sane, then surely it is maddening to think that of all the foul things that lurk in this hateful place the Count is the least dreadful to me; that to him alone I can look for safety, even though this be only whilst I can serve his purpose. Great God! merciful God! Let me be calm, for out of that way lies madness indeed.

Is the Count running for N.1 Abusive Technically-Not-Boyfriend? Because he has a pretty strong shot.

Up to now I never quite knew what Shakespeare meant when he made Hamlet say:—

"My tablets! quick, my tablets!

'Tis meet that I put it down," etc.,

for now, feeling as though my own brain were unhinged or as if the shock had come which must end in its undoing, I turn to my diary for repose. The habit of entering accurately must help to soothe me.

We’re his only comfort and we can do nothing to help… 😭

When I had written in my diary and had fortunately replaced the book and pen in my pocket I felt sleepy. The Count's warning came into my mind, but I took a pleasure in disobeying it.

The fact that this was an intentional infraction breaks my heart in the best way possible.

In the moonlight opposite me were three young women, ladies by their dress and manner. I thought at the time that I must be dreaming when I saw them, for, though the moonlight was behind them, they threw no shadow on the floor.

More normal human things!!!

There was something about them that made me uneasy, some longing and at the same time some deadly fear. I felt in my heart a wicked, burning desire that they would kiss me with those red lips. It is not good to note this down, lest some day it should meet Mina's eyes and cause her pain; but it is the truth.

Honey I think Mina will forgive you for [checks notes] being manipulated through vampire pheromones

There was a deliberate voluptuousness which was both thrilling and repulsive, and as she arched her neck she actually licked her lips like an animal, till I could see in the moonlight the moisture shining on the scarlet lips and on the red tongue as it lapped the white sharp teeth. Lower and lower went her head as the lips went below the range of my mouth and chin and seemed about to fasten on my throat.

SOMEONE DRAG HER AWAY FROM HIM

I was conscious of the presence of the Count, and of his being as if lapped in a storm of fury. As my eyes opened involuntarily I saw his strong hand grasp the slender neck of the fair woman and with giant's power draw it back, the blue eyes transformed with fury, the white teeth champing with rage, and the fair cheeks blazing red with passion. But the Count! Never did I imagine such wrath and fury, even to the demons of the pit. His eyes were positively blazing. The red light in them was lurid, as if the flames of hell-fire blazed behind them.

NO NOT YOU

"How dare you touch him, any of you? How dare you cast eyes on him when I had forbidden it? Back, I tell you all! This man belongs to me! Beware how you meddle with him, or you'll have to deal with me." The fair girl, with a laugh of ribald coquetry, turned to answer him:—

"You yourself never loved; you never love!" On this the other women joined, and such a mirthless, hard, soulless laughter rang through the room that it almost made me faint to hear; it seemed like the pleasure of fiends. Then the Count turned, after looking at my face attentively, and said in a soft whisper:—

"Yes, I too can love; you yourselves can tell it from the past. Is it not so? Well, now I promise you that when I am done with him you shall kiss him at your will. Now go! go! I must awaken him, for there is work to be done."

Queer-coding? In my XIXth century monstrous villain? It’s more likely than you think!

"Are we to have nothing to-night?" said one of them, with a low laugh, as she pointed to the bag which he had thrown upon the floor, and which moved as though there were some living thing within it.

Oh oh.

Then the horror overcame me, and I sank down unconscious.

Jonathan would love 2024 Tumblr slang! He too was once overcome by The Horrors™!

I awoke in my own bed. If it be that I had not dreamt, the Count must have carried me here.

YIKES.

I am sure this diary would have been a mystery to him which he would not have brooked. He would have taken or destroyed it.

😭

As I look round this room, although it has been to me so full of fear, it is now a sort of sanctuary, for nothing can be more dreadful than those awful women, who were—who are—waiting to suck my blood.

Was this staged…? Was this entire assault staged as a fucked up manipulation tactic to get Jonathan to seek protection from the Count??? I need answers

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// Kuroo Tetsurou: Deforestation Enthusiast. inked 04. //

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*The nature of this series may be not be appropriate for all readers. Content warnings include: vulgarity, heavy swearing, and implications of adult relations. Due to these themes, this series may not be suitable for readers under the age of 16. Reader discretion is advised.*

Afternoons were Kuroo’s favorite part of the work day. With the day’s routine settled into place, it gave him the perfect opportunity to zone out. Just him, the hum of the machine, and whatever the hell his client was droning on about now. One final wipe and-

“Alright. You’re all done,” Kuroo smiled, wheeling his stool away from his client. “Go check it out and let me-”

“Hey, Kuroo? I finished your list.”

Heads snapped towards the swinging door separating Kuroo’s space from the rest of the shop. Fuck… He had forgotten about you. You had walked in the shop that morning and Kuroo hadn’t even bothered to greet you. He had left a piece of paper, outlining all of the chores he needed you to do for the day on the front counter with Akaashi. ‘DO NOT BOTHER ME’ had been written across the bottom of the page, underlined three times just to get it through your head.

It obviously didn’t get through your head.

“Was there a question in there?” Kuroo drawled, leaning forward to rest his forearms on his knees in the pure picture of annoyance. You begin to open your mouth to retort but he puts his hand up to stop you. “What part of ‘Leave me alone’ did you not comprehend?” He shakes his head, black hair falling into his eyes as he turns back to his client, a smile back on his face.

“Sorry about that! My new apprentice still needs some house training. So, what do you think?”

“It’s as perfect as always, Kuroo. Thank you,” his client smiles, sitting back in the chair.

“Perfect! I’m going to get a couple shots of it for my portfolio and then we can get you finished up, cool?” The client nods, settling back as Kuroo finishes up the final steps, repeating the care instructions that he’s prattled off so many times that it’s become as natural as brushing his teeth. “But you already know all of that shit, so just keep doing what you’ve always done. You have my number, so if it gives you any problems, just shoot me a text or come on in. I’m going to get cleaned up back here, so Akaashi can take your payment and you’re set.”

The thick silence was only interrupted by the quiet spritzing of the cleaning bottle as Kuroo wiped down the chair. He crumpled up the rag, tossing it in the trash as he stripped off his gloves, yellow eyes turning to meet yours. “What did I tell you, kid? If you’re going to work with me, you gotta learn to move those legs. Quit standing there and help me get this cleared out so I can set up for my next appointment.”

You’re barely at his side when he’s already handing you his ink cups. “Dump that ink out and sterilize them. They go back over in that cabinet when you’re done.”

“Are you ever going to teach me how to tattoo or am I just going to be your housekeeper until I’m done with your shit?”

“Are you ever going to clean those like I asked or are you just going to keep running your mouth until I kick you out of my shop?” Kuroo smiles up at you with a look that’s more sinister than kind, watching as you roll your eyes before traipsing off towards the sink in the corner to clean the ink. “You have a good eye for composition and you obviously understand color theory, but your technical drawing skills are shit.”

You pause in your task to look over at him. “You know, that was almost a compliment.”

Kuroo stands from his stool, long legs carrying him across his work area to where you stand. The little space by the sink is cramped, his body pressing up against yours as he mutters a quiet, “Excuse me,” replacing bottles of ink on the shelf. “It wasn’t meant to be a compliment. It was just a fact. I’m not teaching you how to tattoo until you can draw.”

“But I can draw. Isn’t that why you took me on?”

He barks a laugh at you. “If you think that being able to draw is all this job fucking takes, then you might as well leave now, kid. You can make sick art, but believe me when I tell you that you can’t draw. You’re covering sloppy linework and bad anatomy with good color saturation and dynamic poses. I’m not letting you anywhere near a tattoo machine until you fix that shit.”

And just like that, he’s pushing back past you, leaving you to trail after him like a lost puppy, breaking into a near jog just to catch up with him. “So that’s it? I’m just not going to get to tattoo?”

Those black boots halt and you can’t stop before you awkwardly bump into him. “What was rule number four, kid?” He watches your face as you wrack your brain, scoffing at your silence. “Listen, kid. I will teach you how to tattoo when you can show me that you have the fundamentals down. But until then, welcome to the reality of apprenticeship. It’s not all fun and getting to make art all the time. You can’t expect someone to let you permanently alter their body if your lines are shaky.”

“My lines aren’t-”

“Don’t argue with me, kid. You’re the one who came to me. You’re the one who came in here and annoyed me into taking you on. I don’t have to do this, you know. It doesn’t matter to me if you’re here or if you find some other artist to take you on. So if you don’t like how I’m doing things, by all means, get out of my shop,” Kuroo sneered, towering over you. He didn’t miss the way you instinctively ducked away from his looming form, looking up at him with something that might be read as timidness. “Akaashi just got some new jewelry in. Go help him with the display case.”

And without another word, he stalks away from you, saying nothing as he slides into the chair at his desk and opens his sketchbook to a new page.

“He’s always that much of an asshole,” Akaashi’s voice comes from behind you. “Come on. Up front.”

The desk clerk slides a stool over for you to sit on and you didn’t realize just how much your feet were killing you until you were able to sink down, doing your best not to immediately lay down against the display counter to relish in the much-needed break. This was nowhere near what you had anticipated your apprenticeship would be… Sure, you knew that it wasn’t going to be all rainbows and butterflies, but this kind of menial labor all day? You didn’t realize that becoming an apprentice meant also becoming the shop housemaid. Fuck, maybe you should’ve just listened when he told you to go. In the first week, you hadn’t even so much as touched a pen, let alone gotten an opportunity to show off your skillset. You had been stuck cleaning ink stains from the tile floor, polishing every damn piece of jewelry until it shined brighter than the fucking sun, sent on meaningless errands that did nothing to help you learn about tattooing.

And now look at you, sorting individually bagged pieces of jewelry to be ready to sell. At this rate, you were closer to becoming a piercer than a damn tattoo artist.

Akaashi clears his throat, securing a golden hoop to a fake ear to display the latest jewelry selections. “I’m sorry, you know. About him.”

You just shake your head, trying to focus on your task. “It’s fine. I was warned… I just thought- I don’t know what I thought. I mean, I had heard that he could be a little rough around the edges, but I didn’t expect him to be that much of an asshole. And don’t get me wrong, I can put up with a lot, but this isn’t the fun playful shit talk that I’m used to.”

“I know. This is all new to him too, not that that’s an excuse for how he’s treating you, but just give him some time. Kuroo has never been the warmest guy around. He’s just playing a part right now, trying to be the big bad mentor that he thinks he should be,” Akaashi says, turning his finished curation towards you. “What do you think?”

Stunning. That’s all there was to say about it. The soft whites of the opal stones that he had used to create a small constellation in the flat of the ear contrasted beautifully with that gold hoop he had placed through the conch. Triple lobe and an anti-tragus to bring the star motif back to the bottom with some added dangling elements to pull the eye to all of the points of his masterpiece.

“Are you a piercer?”

Akaashi huffed a quiet laugh at your question. “No. Needles aren’t really my thing.”

“Akaashi, I think you need to find a new place to work.”

He grinned at you, eyes crinkling ever so slightly beneath his glasses. “Believe me, I know. But, in all seriousness,” he starts, placing his curation into the display case alongside the others, “I spend a lot of time researching jewelry and what stones go with what metals, what’s ‘in’ when it comes to styles and what no one is buying anymore. They try to stay up with what’s popular so they can learn what they need to in order to best advise their clients. Being able to take care of this one small thing takes some of the weight off their shoulders. That’s all I’m really here for - just to help out where I can.”

You’re about to respond, to commend him, but the printer begins whirring, spitting out page after page after page. It’s not long after that the sound of Kuroo’s chair being rolled away from his desk and the steady beat of his footsteps enter your ears.

Akaashi scowls as the printer continues to spill out sheets of paper, burning through the ream of paper. “What? You printing out a damn manuscript or something? What is all this?” He asks.

Kuroo says nothing, just taking the already unnecessarily large stack of paper and sliding open a filing cabinet. He thumps a binder down in front of you followed only by that freshly printed stack of pages. “Hole punch… Where the hell did I put the hole punch,” he grumbles to himself, pushing his fingers through his hair, yanking open drawers, bending down to look under desks, standing on his toes as if he needed to be any taller to see on top of the shelves.

“You going to tell me why you just became the leading cause of deforestation or are you just going to keep looking around like a meerkat?” You retort, thumbing through the stack. “Jesus, what is this shit?!”

“You’re homework for the next few months,” he mutters, finally rifling through the right drawer to pull out the 3-hole punch that he’d been searching for. “I spent the past few nights coming up with a lesson plan that we’re going to follow to get your technique up to where it needs to be.”

“Lines? Basic shapes? Kuroo, this shit is insulting. I know how to make a fucking circle!”

Kuroo simply cocks his head at you before grabbing a pen and a sticky note, holding them out to you. “Okay, then show me. Show me that you can make a circle in a single pass.”

Wordlessly, you take them from him. You can feel your hand shaking. Stupid fucking-

“Breath.”

You look up at Kuroo, his yellow eyes unusually soft as he watches you. Fixing your grip on the pen, you quickly draw your circle.

“Fuck.”

It’s lopsided. More egg-shaped than circular. Kuroo takes the pen from you, flipping over the sticky note and you’re just left to watch as he slowly drags the pen across the yellow paper. His circle isn’t perfect either, but it’s damn near close. He tuts his tongue. “I locked my wrist on the upstroke,” he mutters to himself, examining his handiwork before crumpling it up and tossing it in the trash.

“I know that you can make all these perfect shapes digitally, but there’s no holding down the pen to create a perfect circle while you’re tattooing. Do that and you’re going to have one pissed off client. You have to nail these fundamentals now or you’re going to be paying the price for it later. So here’s how this is going to work,” Kuroo pauses, picking up part of the stack. “This week, you’re going to make 100 vertical lines, 100 horizontal lines, and 100 diagonal lines every day. Take it nice and slow and get used to the pulling motion. Try not to rotate the page, because you can’t rotate a client’s arm a thousand different directions to get the right angle. You need to switch the way you’re seeing something? You’re the one who has to move.”

“So I’m going to spend all week just making lines? You’re joking, right?”

“I wouldn’t have printed all these pages if I was fucking joking. Give me your lines by the end of the day so I can look over them. I need 90% of your lines to be damn near perfect before we can move on to the next lesson. If you fail, you’re doing this again next week.”

You stare at him, absolutely baffled. 300 lines a day? He has to have fucking lost his mind to think that you can’t even make a simple line without screwing up. “Did you have to do this as an apprentice?”

Kuroo laughed. “Dude, hell no. I was lucky to get through that apprenticeship without contracting some bloodborne illness. But, I had to pick up what my mentor didn’t teach me somewhere. Believe it or not, I’m trying to make you successful, kid” He props his elbows on the counter, pushing the three-hole punch towards you. “Now, you can either get all those pages in that binder, or you can just carry that stack around like an idiot, but I’ll be honest with you, I don’t accept crumpled assignments.”

“Kuroo, this is like 300 pages!”

He smirks at you, pushing himself away. “Closer to 500, but you get the idea. Have fun!” And he’s about to walk off, about to retreat back to his space to put his headphones on and not speak to another soul for the rest of the day.

The bell jingles as the door to the shop opens.

“Well, well, well. Looks like the rumors were true, huh, alley cat?”

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Stained Glass Windows - Chapter Sixty Four

Life was complicated, but they wouldn't have it any other way.

-x-

Hi besties <3

As always, the love for this version of them means the entire world...especially after the anon saying I should stop this fic. You are all the absolute best and I am forever grateful for this little corner of the internet.

Anyway, I got yelled at for the last chapter. I will probably get yelled at for this one and I will deserve it.

Please let me know what you think!

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She stares at him, her mouth falling open as a disbelieving scoff escapes her, “Pakistan?”

It feels like his heart is in a vice, the grip on it getting tighter and tighter with each passing second. It was a feeling that had settled in his chest the moment the Deputy Director had walked out of his office, something he knew wouldn’t shift until he had this conversation with his wife. He nods as he reaches for her hand and links it through his, their wedding rings knocking against each other as he squeezes tightly.

“He said the request for me to head it up came from the director himself,” he says, and Emily presses her lips together as she looks down at their joint hands, turbulent emotions rolling through her stomach. A mix of pride for her husband and the fact he was being recognised by the FBI for everything he’d done, for the things he’d almost died for, and dread at the thought of having to live without him.

“What did you say to him?” She asks carefully, pleased when her voice remains even, that she’s able to cover the nausea climbing up her throat.

“I said I had to talk to you about it,” he replies, stroking his thumb back and forth over the heel of her hand, “I’d never agree to anything without doing that.”

She blows out a shaky breath, and closes her eyes, shaking her head as she laughs humourlessly, “Neither one of them is someone who takes no for an answer,” she says, swallowing thickly, “If you say no you could tank your career.”

“I’ll quit tomorrow if you want me to say no, Em,” he says seriously, his eyebrows furrowed as he leans in closer, eliminating any space between them. He smiles at her and it wavers, the breath he huffs out skipping across her face, “My wife is pretty well off.”

She chuckles and closes her eyes, “You love your job.”

“I love you more. I love Lily and Jack more,” he says, cupping the back of her head and drawing her closer, resting his forehead against hers, “Nothing is more important than the three of you.”

She stamps a kiss against his lips before she pulls back, “Do you want to go?”

The answer was complicated. It was an amazing opportunity, one he would have jumped at a few years ago. He knew if his life was different, if he had more to run away from than he had to run towards that he’d probably go. Find solace on the other side of the world in an attempt to fix what he’s sure would be missing if he and Emily weren’t together, to somehow stitch himself back together without her handing him the thread. He didn’t want to be far away from her and the kids, didn’t want to potentially miss milestones in Lily’s life that he’d missed in Jack’s.

“I don’t know how much of a choice I have,” he says honestly, “He said it would be a few months-”

“A few months?” She exclaims, her calm exterior slipping and she frowns at him, “That’s ridiculous. We have an almost 10-month-old-”

He squeezes her hand, cutting her off with a soft smile, “I already told him that amount of time wouldn’t be acceptable. If I did it…it would be one month. Two months maximum,” he assures her, “I’d be back before her birthday.”

She nods and blows out a breath. She felt vaguely reassured by that, but she knew how these things worked. That they could delay him coming home, that once he was out there his stay could be extended. “Do we have to make a decision now?”

He shakes his head, “We can sleep on it, but we have to make a decision soon,” he says and she nods, looking back at their joint hands, falling silent as she tries to figure out how she feels, “I’m sorry sweetheart.”

She looks up so quickly it briefly hurts her neck and she feels her heart break at the look on his face, the genuine devastation in his eyes, and for a moment she puts aside her feelings about all of this. He was the one who would be leaving if they decided he was going to do this, he was the one who would go weeks, maybe months, without seeing his children, and she could tell he was worried she was angry at him.

It’s a hangover from his marriage with Haley, her lack of understanding about his job, about how much of it was out of his hands, still deeply ingrained within him. Emily feels a flash of anger towards the other woman that she knows she doesn’t deserve. It was one of the many reasons Haley herself had said Emily and Aaron were better suited, because they understood this part of each other in a way she had never been able to.

“Oh, honey,” Emily says, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him into a hug, his head pressed against her chest. He holds her tightly, his arms banding firmly around her, and she feels his breath stutter against her collarbone. She rests her cheek on the top of his head and runs her hand up and down his back, “You have nothing to be sorry for. I’m so proud of you.”

He pulls back and looks at her, his eyebrows furrowing, his eyes shining in a way she knows hers are too, “Really?”

She nods and runs her fingers through his hair, “Really,” she says, smiling softly, an edge of mischievousness to it he sometimes sees in their daughter’s smile, “Although, part of me wishes right now that you weren’t so damn good at your job.”

He laughs, loud and bright and it eases some of the ache in her gut. He nods and rests his forehead against hers, “Me too.”

They are cut off by a cry from upstairs, the baby monitor on the table crackling to life half a second later and they both smile. Aaron stamps a kiss against her lips and pulls back.

“I’ll go,” he says, kissing her once more before he stands up. He stops before he gets very far and he turns to look at her, “I love you, Em.”

She smiles at him, a sad edge to it that makes him wish he’d never said anything, that he’d given them the evening to just be together and happy.

“I love you too.”

___

Emily smiles as she watches Jack patiently holds his hands out so Lily can use them to hold herself up, briefly standing on shaky legs before she falls onto her bottom, giggling when Jack joins in too.

“That was so good, Lil,” Emily says, reaching out and smoothing her fingers through her daughter’s unruly hair, “Is Jack helping you learn to walk?”

“When will she be walking properly, Emily?” Jack asks, tilting his head at her curiously, forever impatient when it came to his sister being able to play with him.

“Probably soon, Jack,” she says, smiling softly at him, “Remember we said it would be around the time of her birthday?”

The thought of it made her ache. She loved seeing her daughter grow, loved seeing her personality develop and watching her hit milestones, but she also missed when she was tiny. When Lily was a dot of a thing who would sleep against her chest for hours. She felt the same way about Jack too, how he’d changed so much right in front of her eyes over the last few years.

“I can’t wait,” he says enthusiastically, holding out one of Lily’s toys for her, his focus entirely back on his little sister.

Emily’s smile falters, the reality of the fact Lily’s birthday was going to be on the other side of Aaron’s time away from them all weighing heavily on her. They’d made the decision together that he would go, on the grounds that it was only to help the task force get set up and that he’d only be there a couple of months at most. It was something the deputy director had agreed to and Aaron had signed all the paperwork just the day before. They hadn’t told anyone on the team yet and she was dreading their reactions, but they had told Haley, both of them aware they couldn’t make that decision officially without telling her.

It hadn’t been an easy conversation. As predicted Haley hadn’t understood, her initial reaction the same that it would have been if she and Aaron were still married. They’d talked about it in detail. Told her how Aaron would be away for a couple of months at most, that Emily would still be at home and that nothing with their arrangement with Jack had to change. Emily was nothing short of grateful when Haley eventually agreed. Part of her had been worried that she’d be hesitant to have Jack come over when Aaron was away for such an extended period of time. She loved Jack just as much as she loved Lily, and she wanted to have as much of Aaron around her as possible while he was gone.

She hears the doorbell ring and she blows out a breath as she hears Aaron’s footsteps as he goes to answer it. They’d agreed with Haley that they’d all tell Jack together, so they hadn’t hinted at anything whilst he’d been with them the last few days. She gives herself a moment before she stands up and lifts Lily into her arms, as she smiles at Jack.

“That will be your mommy, honey,” she says, sitting on the couch and resting Lily on her lap before she pats the cushion next to her, “Come sit here.”

He frowns as he stands up and walks over to join her on the couch, “Am I in trouble?”

She shakes her head and presses a kiss to his forehead, “No sweetie, you’re not in trouble. Mommy, Daddy and I just need to talk to you about something, okay?”

He nods, his eyebrows still furrowed together, and snuggles into her side as Haley and Aaron walk into the living room, “Hi Mommy.”

Haley smiles as she settles onto the couch opposite them, warmth that feels a little like jealousy spreading through her as Aaron settles on Jack’s other side, the sight of the four of them all together something she still needed a second to get used to.

“Hi honey,” she replies, “Did you have fun with Daddy, Emily and Lily?”

He nods enthusiastically, “Emily says Lily will be walking soon and then she can play with me more.”

“That’s so exciting,” she says, looking at the baby sitting on Emily’s lap, her fist in her mouth as she looks up at her mother. Haley smiles softly before she looks over at Aaron and they lock eyes, a silent conversation they’d had countless times since they were young and dumb and convinced their love would last forever. He nods and clears his throat, turning his attention to Jack, his hand running through his hair.

“Jack, buddy, we need to talk to you about something,” he says, and Jack nods earnestly. Aaron feels his breath catch in his chest, briefly unsure what to say even though he’d practised it a dozen times in his head. He looks up at his wife as she places her hand on his knee, reaching over Jack and squeezing the joint for a second, her smile reassuring as their eyes meet before he looks down back at his son, “You know my job is to fight bad guys, right?”

“Emily does too!”

He chuckles and he nods, “Yeah, she does. Well, sometimes I go away for a few days at a time to fight the bad guys. And you stay here with Emily and Lily if I’m away when you’re supposed to be here,” he says, clearing his throat before he carries on, “Well, I have to go away for a little longer than I usually do.”

Jack frowns, his brows furrowing together in a way that makes him look so much older, “How long?”

Aaron sighs and feels Emily squeeze his leg again, “Until just before Lily’s birthday, buddy.”

The room falls into silence for a moment before Jack looks back and forth between all three of his parents, “Thats so long.”

“I know it is,” he says, tugging Jack into his lap, holding him close as he drops a kiss to the top of his head, “But I love you so much, and so do Mommy and Emily. And whilst I’m gone I need you to help look after Lily.”

Emily smiles and reaches over, running her fingers through the little boy's hair, “And nothing will change here, okay? You’ll still be here half the week just like normal.”

Jack nods slightly absentmindedly and looks over at Haley, “Really?”

Haley nods, wanting nothing more than to pull her son into her arms, but knowing this had to be a moment for Aaron and their little boy, “Really. We’ve already talked about it. I know you enjoy your time here.”

Jack’s lower lip starts to tremble and he presses his face into his father’s chest, “I’ll miss you, Daddy.��

Aaron closes his eyes and pulls him close, pressing a fierce kiss to the top of his son’s head, “I’ll miss you too. So much.”

He’s proud of himself for holding it together, for not falling apart, until Haley and Jack leave, an agreement that they’d get together for dinner before he left echoing around them as the door closes. It's only when Emily turns to look at him, Lily on her hip, matching expressions on their faces, that he breaks.

As Emily comforts him, Lily pressed between them, babbling to herself and blissfully unaware of everything going on around her, all he can do is hope he’s made the right decision.

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Emily holds her daughter close, making sure her little jacket was covering her properly. It was easier to focus on protecting her from the cool spring evening air than it was to think about what was about to happen, about the fact she was about to say goodbye to her husband for a few weeks. Lily presses her face into Emily’s neck, rubbing her forehead against her skin, and she kisses the top of her head.

“I know, sweet girl, you’re tired,” she says, kissing her head again, “We’ll be heading home soon.”

She clears her throat to get rid of the shake in her voice, desperate to hold it together, to not show Aaron just how much she was struggling with this now the moment was here. She looks up as he walks towards them and she fixes a smile on her face.

“We’re all ready to go,” he says, and her eyes drift past him to the plane that would take him away from her, full of other agents and military personnel who were also in the middle of saying goodbye to their families. “Em-”

“You know that promise you made when I stopped going on cases with the BAU?” She asks, her eyes drifting back to his, “I was pregnant, this one was Nugget,” she says, bouncing Lily slightly, both of them taking a moment to smile at the fond memory of their daughter’s first nickname, “And we were in that kitschy hotel in Alaska.”

He nods and looks at Lily, reaching out for her hand, smiling when she grabs his finger, “You’d just had that fall and were told to rest for the rest of the day. We sat in bed and you asked me to promise to not take any unnecessary risks.”

She smiles, feeling how it trembles, the force of her emotions climbing up her throat. It felt like a lifetime ago not just a year. They hadn’t met Lily, they didn’t even know they were having a daughter, and they weren’t married yet. So much had changed, but the foundation of their relationship was still the same - they loved each other fiercely. And that was why she understood that he had to do this.

“I’m asking you to make that promise again,” she says, cupping his cheek, “I need you to not do anything stupid so you come back to us, okay?” She asks, her chin shaking as a tear finally breaks free from her lashline, “You need to come back so you can watch Lily and Jack grow up. And so we can make half a dozen other adorable babies.”

He chuckles, the sound wet as it catches in his chest, and he nods, capturing her lips in a kiss. It tastes of their tears, a tang of sadness stuck to their lips as they pull away. “I promise.”

She nods, her forehead pressed against his, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he replies, kissing her nose and then her cheek, “So much,” he turns his attention to Lily. He kisses her forehead and then her cheek, taking a moment to breathe her in, “Love you Lily-Pad, I’ll be home soon okay?”

Lily babbles, grabbing his face with her tiny fists, her sharp nails digging into his skin, the imprints of her touch that would last until after he walked away.

They hear his name being called, the final call for boarding ringing around them, and they both sigh. Emily brushes his hair off his forehead and then cups his cheek again. He turns his head and kisses her palm.

“I’ll let you know when I land.”

She nods, dragging him into one last kiss, “Don’t do anything stupid,” she says, reiterating her earlier point, “You’re already a hero to me.”

He smiles and kisses her before he steps back, “Right back at you, Mrs Hotchner. I love you.”

“We love you,” she says, sniffing, wiping tears from her cheeks as she waves at him as he starts to walk away, “Wave goodbye to Daddy, Lily.”

Lily waves too, mostly encouraged by Emily who smiles sadly when her little girl mirrors her movements. Emily watches as Aaron boards the plane and he turns back to wave, his smile reassuring even with the distance between them. She stays until the plane leaves, until it’s nothing more than a spec in the sky, something easily confused with the constellations she’d once mapped with her grandfather.

Lily grumbles in her arms and Emily adjusts her hold on her, kissing her daughter’s forehead as she turns to leave, “Come on baby. Let’s go home.”

-x-

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girasollake · 2 years

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revenge | eddie munson

gif not mine, got it from pinterest

pairing: eddie munson x fem!powered!hopper!reader

type: angst, some fluff maybe? tbh i have no idea

summary: reader helps eddie not fail the class after jason destroys his project, then jason gets his shit rocked by the reader

warnings: curse words obv, injuries, blood, jason carver, i think thats all

a/n: this is literally one of the scenarios i came up with before i went to bed lmao, may or may not write a part two if i feel like it, im gonna get to the rest of my requests this week just so u know! have a nice day/night guys<3 also fuck jason i hate him

word count: 2404

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She chewed on her lip anxiously, her back was resting against her locker and her eyes were searching for someone in the crowd in the hallway. The class was about to start and Eddie still wasn’t there. She was scared because this was the judgement day where their projects would be graded. Those projects were their last grade before spring break and everyone worked their asses off to get A’s or B’s. The fact that Mr. Hudson was a strict teacher was also terrifying. (Y/n) wasn’t scared of him because she had always had good marks, Eddie on the other hand… Let’s just say he couldn’t screw this one up. (Y/n) was holding her project tightly in her hands, careful so that no one would knock it down. The bell could ring any minute, Eddie still not present but when she turned her head to the school entrance she finally saw him. His eyes were glued to his boots, backpack thrown over one shoulder and the worst thing was that his hands were empty.

“Eddie. Where. Is. Your. Project.” She emphasised every word because this was too important for him to not give a fuck, she even called him the day before like six times and he told her it’s ready and it’s sitting in his truck.

“Don’t worry about it.” He mumbled still not meeting her eyes.

“Eddie look at me.” She said but his gaze didn’t move. “For fucks sake! Look at me Munson!”

And there it was. His busted eyebrow had some blood on it, his nose also had some on the bottom and there was a soft bruise already forming under his left eye. Her mouth slightly parted as she examined every part of his face.

“Who did that to you?” She whispered, concern written on her face.

“It’s not important (Y/n/n)”

“Umm.. yes. Yes it fucking is.” She nodded her head rapidly. “Tell me who it was or I’m gonna scream.”

His eyes widened, he knew she would do that and he certainly didn’t want to draw any attention to them right now.

“Three…” She started counting. “Two…”

“It was Jason.” He said, gaze going back to rest on his shoes again. “He and his friends jumped me outside of school and destroyed my project.”

“What do you mean destroyed?”

“They threw it on the ground and when I tried to pick it up they punched me a couple of times. Then they stepped on it and threw it into the trash.” He sighed.

“Fucking assholes! They knew how important that was!” She was furious, because of them her best friend could sit through this shit one more year if Mr. Hudson didn’t give him a good grade. “I’m sure there is some-“

The bell started ringing.

“Fuck.” She whispered.

She tried to think of something, really anything that could help Eddie get a good grade and impress the teacher instead of failing. Then she got it, one idea that could work. Her head quickly perked up, a small grin was adoring her face as she handed Eddie her own project.

“What are you doing?” He asked confused.

“You’re going to take this and when Mr. Hudson asks for your project you’ll give him this. I don’t want to hear any complaints because I am not going to let him fail you.”

Eddie took the project from her hands.

“What about you? You know what a son of a bitch he is.”

“I’ll be okay, I just have to go get something quickly. You do as I said.” And with that she quickly left his side and ran towards the exit.

She went to the school’s parking lot and started searching for the trash bin. The blue object finally caught her eye and she run up to it. She quickly looked inside and there it was - Eddie’s project which was clearly destroyed just like he said. She reached for it and took it out along with the smallest parts of it she could find. (Y/n) took everything in her hands and hurried inside to get to class.

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“Very well, the first person to hand in the project would be… Mr. Munson.” The teacher smirked viciously.

He had always been harsh on Eddie and it was obvious that he wasn’t the first one on the list. He assumed that Eddie didn’t have anything prepared and wanted to fail him as soon as possible. Much to his dismay, Eddie stood up and walked to the front of the class, (Y/n)’s project held tight in his hands. He put it onto the table the professor prepared and looked him straight in the eyes.

“Well, I have to say I didn’t expect something like that from you Mr. Munson.”

Eddie smiled softly, none of this would be happening if (Y/n) hadn’t helped him. Then his attention went to one raised hand in the classroom, Jason’s hand.

“Professor, I am certain that this is not his project.”

“How so?” The man asked and looked at poor Eddie.

“It’s (Y/n)’s project. I saw her holding it before class.”

“Mr. Carver, unfortunately Miss Hopper is not present so how could it be her work?”

“That’s exactly it professor, she-“

And just as if she was summoned, (Y/n) Hopper barged in through the door. She was breathing heavily and Eddie’s destroyed project was in her hands, parts of it on the ground.

“Professor Hudson I am SO sorry I’m late. It’s just that when I was taking my project out of my room I tripped and dropped it and then my dad came out of his room and accidentally stepped on it and I am so so sorry that it’s not done for today.” She was rambling quickly so that the story she made up was more believable to the old prick.

He sighed and looked at “her” work falling apart.

“You have until tomorrow to fix it, you’re lucky you’re one of my best students.” He said. “Please take a seat so we can continue.”

“Thank you so much professor.” She gave Eddie a quick look and went to her seat which was in the back of the class, obviously next to his.

Jason was pissed and she could see that. He couldn’t stop staring at her since she entered the classroom. The professor cleared his throat and came back to looking at “Eddie’s” work.

“You really outdone yourself with this one Mr. Munson. Like I said I didn’t expect anything like that from you but since it’s that good it would be cruel of me to not give you an A.” He smiled at Eddie whose eyes widened in surprise.

It was incredibly hard to get an A in Hudson’s class, especially when your last name was Munson. (Y/n) smirked to herself and looked down to play with her rings. She wasn’t jealous or anything like that, she was happy for him. She also knew that this was her project and if Eddie got an A for it, it must’ve really impressed the teacher. Eddie thanked the man and took “his” project from the table. He sat down next to (Y/n) and mouthed a thank you. She just smiled at him and gave him a nod.

While Mr. Hudson was grading the projects of their peers, (Y/n) started thinking of revenge. Jason had always been a douchebag but with this one – he crossed the line. (Y/n) was much more protective over Eddie since she realised she had a crush on him. They were already best friends at that time so she kept quiet in order to maintain their friendship, she didn’t want to risk her feelings not being reciprocated. Eddie had a hard life and school didn’t help him with any of that. For her he was the sweetest person on the planet and for the school he was “the freak”. She hated that nickname and every time someone would say it she wanted to use her powers and break their necks or at least something, but she always fought those urges. Eddie still didn’t know about her powers, she was scared to tell him, scared of his reaction. She also didn’t have the need to use her powers a lot so it was easy to hide them, but now she wanted to use them, needed even. She wasn’t the person to let Jason walk scot-free from that incident. He needed to pay.

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After school Eddie needed to find his friends to talk to them about something and he said they’d meet (Y/n) outside. So there she was, waiting for them next to Eddie’s old van. That’s when she spotted Jason’s car, so new, so perfect, so polished. An idea formed in her mind, maybe a bit risky, but doable. She focused on the tyres and soon the whole car got down, all four of them without any air, completely deflated. She felt the warm liquid under her nose and quickly wiped away the blood with her black, long sleeved shirt. A moment later Eddie and his friends joined her, he opened up his truck and put on some music. (Y/n) opened the back door and sat down on the edge of his car, soon enough she was lost in a conversation with his friends while Eddie tried to lit up Jeff’s cigarette.

“HEY FREAK!”

Her eyes shot up only to meet Jason’s angry face. He and his goons were walking towards them quickly, Eddie backed up a little, he didn’t want to fight anymore and he was tired.

“Did you do it?” He was too close to Eddie’s face which (Y/n) didn’t approve of.

She quickly stood up to stand between them and pushed the blonde boy away.

“Fuck off Carver.” She spit at him.

“You need your little girlfriend to protect you again? How about I show the principal what you did to my tyres, guess you won’t graduate again for something like that.” He tried to get through (Y/n) but her body was glued to Eddie’s chest, her arms at her sides.

“What are you fucking talking about? What tyres?” Eddie asked furrowing his brows.

“You cut my tyres you son of a bitch!” He shouted. “You’re gonna regret this, I promise.” There was a short pause and Jason took a step back. “Fucking freak.”

That’s when she decided she had had enough. Within a split second her fist connected with his jaw, her rings leaving a clear mark on it. He stumbled backwards but she didn’t stop. She used his confusion to push him to the ground and then she got on top of him. She didn’t know how many punches she threw, maybe it was four or six or fifteen? There was no doubt that his face was nasty and her jewellery was covered in blood. Then she felt someone grab her away from him and Jason’s friends started helping him up, they were terrified. (Y/n) didn’t hear Eddie calling her name, she didn’t pay attention to him holding her arms, she was filled with rage and anger.

“If you ever call him a freak again you’ll regret it even more, do you fucking hear me Carver? DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME?” She was fuming and her eyes were a shade darker. “I ASKED YOU A FUCKING QUESTION YOU SON OF A BITCH!”

“Yes…” He choked. “I hear you.”

She shrugged away from Eddie’s grip and slowly walked over to him. His slightly limp body was supported by his friends who started to back away.

“If you want to tell anyone about this, go ahead.” She said. “But just so you remember, my dad is the sheriff, not yours.” She smiled and tilted her head.

He only looked at her and mumbled to his friends that they should go. She also heard him call her a “psycho bitch” but it wasn’t important, she only cared that he had called Eddie the name she hated so much and he had done it twice. She turned around to face the boys, all of them had many emotions written on their faces: fear, amusement, shock and happiness. Eddie’s face on the contrary resembled anger.

“Get in the car.” He mumbled.

She obeyed and waved goodbye’s to the guys, all of them were too stunned to say anything. She took a seat on the passenger’s side and closed the door. Eddie didn’t say anything to her through the whole ride to his home and when they finally went inside his bedroom he told her to sit down and then disappeared. She was waiting patiently for him to return, her fingers playing with her bloodied rings. The door opened and Eddie went inside with first aid in his hand. He kneeled beside her and took her hands into his. His soft fingers tried to get her rings off and then he tried his best to clean her up and disinfect any kind of scratches.

“Thank you for today.” He said while he was swiping the gauze on her knuckles.

“I thought you were angry at me.”

“Um… yeah I was for a bit but now I get it. Thank you for standing up for me today and for giving me your project.” He smiled softly at her. “Although I do have one question for you.”

“Hm?”

“Did you cut his tyres?”

Yeah, I deflated them with the power of my mind, why?

“Um.. yeah, yeah I did.” She looked up to avoid his gaze but then she heard his soft laugh.

“That’s my girl.” He said and the nickname sent a shiver down her spine. “He really deserved it. I mean, you know, someone finally stood up to him.”

“Yeah, he needed that, maybe something got put back in place in his idiot brain when I punched him so many times.” She chuckled.

Eddie just stared at her for a moment, a smile adoring his face.

“What is it?” She asked.

“Huh?” His eyes shot back to reality. “Oh, nothing, nothing.”

He started picking up all the bloody gauzes and tissues to throw them away. (Y/n)’s eyes following his movements.

“I’ll be right back.” He smiled and left.

(Y/n) sighed and threw herself back to lay on Eddie’s bed. She was staring at the ceiling and then started thinking how could she humiliate Jason Carver further. If he thought this was a onetime thing, he was so wrong. She definitely wasn’t done yet.

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radiant-reid · 2 years

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I am demanding (/hj) a blurb about reader walking into the living room to greet Spencer when he comes home from work and Spence is just sitting their talking to his fish about how the case went

i freaking love that all the comments on this are people agreeing he talks to his fish about his day. also i said before somewhere that Spencer's pet fish is a Pacific Blue Tang (Dory from Finding Nemo) and i'm standing by that

You had only been inside the apartment for a second before you hear Spencer's voice, but he's not calling out to you to come find him in the living room. Instead, you find as you walk into the room, he's talking to the pet fish.

He's sitting on the ottoman in front of the couch where he can rest his head on his palm and use the other hand to lightly trace the bowl.

"It really was just a boring paperwork day." He starts, omitting to tell both fish about the not boring morning you had together. "I got through three consults and finished all my files but Hotch let us all go early anyway because I'm pretty sure he has a date to get to."

You listen intently, somehow managing to sit on the arm of the couch furthest away from him without drawing attention to yourself. He speaks to the fish so gently, like they're little kids.

"Rossi made too much pasta last night so that's what I had for lunch. You'd think he's figured out how much rigatoni to boil to serve one but I think he does it to make sure I've eaten." He tells them and you make a mental note to thank him for feeding your 'I'll-just-drink-coffee' boyfriend. "But I'm not complaining because he makes really good pasta." He laughs slightly but it's carefree and not as common as you wish it was. "Oh and JJ brought in donuts this morning since she got Henry's pre-k classroom party mixed up. You know, he's really growing up so fast." He continues a little tearfully. The story is all over the place, but you love it when he tells stories like that. "She had my favorite so that was a delicious sugary start to the day. Then Morgan ate Prentiss' favorite donut and I thought she was going to kill him." He narrates. "Sometimes I think about the fact you two probably want to kill each other." He suggests. They probably do, and it's his fault for naming them after Elisha Gray and Alexander Graham Bell and making them share a fish bowl, basically inciting drama decades after the race to the patent office. "Are fish cannibals?"

Finally, a question he doesn't know, but you do. "No, they're not." You say, making your appearance known. He looks shocked you're there, head whipping around to look at you and a blush forming on his cheeks and along his neck. "Plus, they would have eaten each other by now if they were."

"You don't think it's weird you get home and I'm talking to our fish?" He asks as you move across the living room to sit on his lap and look at the fish. His hands move to rest against your back, and he kisses your cheek softly.

"I stopped finding you weird a long time ago." You joke, earning a giggle from him. "Did Em really nearly kill him?"

"Mhm." He answers. "He had to lock himself in his office."

You turn away from the fish, in favor of looking at your beautiful boyfriend and running your hands through his growing locks. "It's probably not a smart move to kill an FBI agent in the FBI building."

He agrees with a nod and a, "No, it is not."

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mageofseven · 1 year

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hello! if requests are open i was wondering if you could do something with poly dialuci x reader where she is pregnant and has a fever so they take care of her? i’m just craving some fluff rn :3 thx! <3

Omg yes, Poly DiaLuciMC!! And you freaking bet this is a triad and not vee and those two have been spoiling the hell out of pregnant MC even before this fever.

Also, just I reminder that I don't write xReader posts; I just prefer using MC when writing for this fandom.

Okay! So I am using she/her pronouns for this because that was what was used in this request so I am assuming that it's this Nonnie preference.

Now onto the story! 🥰

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Before the Fever

Oh boy was this pregnancy a surprise😅

For multiple reasons, this triad was usually really good with making sure to use birth control with MC.

Once they discovered MC was pregnant, the three thought back to the last time they were 'intimate' together

And realized Diavolo was on rune duty.

Basically, he was the one who was suppose to draw the birth control rune under the human's navel before either man gave her too much attention down there

And the prince was so impatient that night that his rune scripting was...rather shoddy to say the least.

Oops 😅

Lucifer was especially critical of his boyfriend's carelessness.

This throuple has been together for a few years at his point and just felt that it was obvious that both men were fathers in this scenario regardless.

Neither of the three knew who was genetically the father of this baby, but they also didn't really care.

I mean, because of outdated (but sadly, firmly in place) laws about the royal family and crown inheritance, the three will have to look into this later, but Dia saw no reason to rush into this.

Afterall, he was the most excited of the the three! This man had always wanted to be a dad and for once, his impatience brought him something good in life.

Lucifer, however, was a freaking wreck.

As someone who technically was already a father, he knew that so much could go wrong.

It seemed like he was always hovering around MC, even in the early days of the pregnancy, and always made it explicitly clear to his partners that he in fact was not hovering so stop teasing him already.

When MC did get sick and develop a fever in her sixth month of pregnancy, you could almost say Lucifer got the last laugh

Except he, once again, was the most worried.

During the Fever:

Whatever illness the woman caught here in the Devildom was resistant what little human medication was safe for pregnant people, specifically their baby

And most demon medications weren't safe for humans period.

The two men gave their love what little potions they could and kept her on bed rest.

Balancing work and taking care of MC was very difficult for these two men, mostly because they always wanted to be with her.

Lucifer kept finding himself rushing through his paperwork just so he could check on her sooner

Considering the situation, Barbatos tolerated this from his lord to an extent, but still popped in occasionally to remind him to get some work done...any work done, please.

And Dia...he goofed off more than anything 🤭

The two would talk and play what games they could from her bed.

He knew bed rest wasn't exactly fun, but tried to make it more bearable for his Queen.

Dia hated meetings more than ever during this time because he couldn't just cancel them to stay by MC's side😕

When Dia had to leave for meetings, Luce couldn't focus on his work at all and instead stayed with MC in her room.

Unlike Dia, he was less focused on entertaining her and more focused on taking care of her.

Fluffing her pillow, getting water, helping her to the bathroom when she needed to pee (which was often, considering the amount of pressure this baby put on her bladder).

He'd even help her take her potions

Or well, more like make her take her potions.

They were so bitter but also weirdly sour; MC would start gagging any time she took them.

The human always hope her boyfriend would just forget about the medicine

But he never forgot 😮‍💨😓

The funny part was that MC wasn't even that sick; the fever was a really minor one after all.

Luce treated the small fever like an emergency; Dia, on the other hand, mostly made it into an excuse to skip work and cuddle with his girlfriend in bed 🥰

Still, she had two protective boyfriends that would rather be safe than sorry, especially since she was pregnant and pregnancies could be scarily delicate at times.

So really, it was still only Luce that was anxiously hovering around her. The other kept going with their jokes about it even during this fever, to the pride demon's annoyance.

Don't get me wrong; Dia was worried too but he was more so worried about the fever getting worse than he was about its current state.

After about five days of this, the fever went down

And Luce himself settled down, just a bit.

MC, who had been positively bored in bed all week, wanted to get out of the house

So the three went out to dinner to celebrate the breaking of her fever and the return of her good health~

#obey me #obey me otome #obey me lucifer #obey me mc #obey me diavolo #obey me dialuci

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ohsugar-honey-iced-tea · 1 year

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Game night

Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Hi y'all! This is my first piece writing for Wanda Maximoff. A friend has introduced me to the fandom and now I'm obsessed 😀 let me know what you think!

Summary: 'Who gets a little too invested in boardgames?'

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She screwed up. She knew she screwed up. She knew it the moment Wanda stepped on her two hotel-owned steet. Well, that wasn't the problem per se. It was the fact that she laughed evilly as she watched Wanda do everything she could to get the money she needed to pay off y/n for landing on her street.

It was supposed to be a fun game night, filled with fun, cuddles, snacks and little shared kisses, Wanda's favorite kind of kisses.

They had settled on playing Monopoly, Wanda's favorite boardgame ever since she was a little girl. She always used to play with her parents and brother and, proudly, always came out to be the one with the most streets and money in the end.

It's not like Wanda and Y/n haven't played Monopoly before. It's just that Wanda always used to win, and then continued to gloat about her victory for at least three days. And now, for the first time in their Monopoly history, Y/n won, and won big. She owned 6 of the 8 streets, and all the taxes worked in her favor, which didn't help the already moody Scarlet Witch at all.

Meanwhile, it has been a full day since and Wanda still didn't talk to her, the betrayal of seeing her love laugh at her as she tried all she could to get the money she needed still fresh on her mind.

"My love, it was only a game of Monopoly, please talk to me."

As soon as Wanda heard that, she came out of their shared bedroom she had locked herself in, wallowing in self pity over her loss of being the reigning Monopoly champion.

"Why should I, hm? This relationship was supposed to be build on trust, and what do you do? You enjoy the lowest point of my financial status. How are we supposed to get past that, huh? You're just a mean- a mean butt!"

Wanda wasn't the best with cursewords when she was taking a moment to be dramatic.

Y/n watched as Wanda continued to *cough* dramatically *cough* *cough* rant about how unfair she was being to her and how this would affect everything.

"Sweetheart..."

"...I would never do this to you-"

"My love..."

"...how am I supposed to get over this-"

"Wanda!"

And just like that, Wanda's endless Monopoly rant ended.

"Did you get your period today, mi amor?"

With that, all the rest of what Wanda was about to say died on her tongue, as she pouted and nodded, tears forming in her eyes.

Y/n sighed sympathetically at this as she opened her arms for her, which Wanda quickly accepted. Honestly, she should have seen this coming. Y/n has been with Wanda for quite some time now, and she knew how moody amd hormonal she could get when she got her period. It didn't help that she had bad cramps with it as well.

The red-headed girl started to sob in Y/n's shoulder, as she gently shushed her, arms holding her close and fingers caressing her hair.

"Why don't I go draw us a bath and after that we can watch your favorite sitcoms? That face is way too beautiful to be stained with tears"

Wanda giggled a little at that, and nodded, softly sniffing.

"I would like that very much. Thank you, detka."

And so, Y/n drew them both a lavender scented bath and guided Wanda in it. Soft music was playing on her phone as she started pampering her Wanda.

After the bath was done, Y/n took her time drying off the both of them, kissing every dried piece of skin her lips could find.

They soon settled in bed afterwards, Wanda making a decision which sitcom they should watch as Y/n was getting the bed ready.

Half an hour later, they were in bed, watching an old episode of ALF, one of Wanda's favorites. Halfway through the episode, Wanda turned to look at Y/n.

"I'm sorry for calling you a mean butt. I didn't mean that at all."

Y/n simply smiled and gave her a forehead kiss.

"I don't mind being a mean butt. As long as I'm your mean butt, I'm okay."

Wanda sighed contentially, nestling herself deeper in her lover's arms.

"If game night always ends like this, we should do it more often."

Y/n giggles at that.

"Let's just keep the fighting part out of it next time, okay?"

Wanda sealed their deal with a kiss, and settled for sleep in the arms of the woman she loved so much.

Later that night Wanda woke up to a still warm water bottle on her stomach, pain medicine and water on her nightstand, and a sleeping Y/n holding her close even in her sleep next to her. Wanda smiled softly at her, thanking her lucky stars for having found Y/n.

"I'm going to marry you, aren't I, detka?"

With that, she went back to sleep, meeting her partner in dreamland.

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#wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x y/n #marvel #scarlet witch #fanfic

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amageish · 2 months

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So, I have more Illyana thoughts... I apologize for rambling again, but this is apparently how my brain works now...

The next episode of X-Men '97 is Motendo / Lifedeath Part 1, an episode I have been eagerly anticipating since the reveal of this key art related to it.

There she is! There's Magik! It's my girl!

Now, it is possible she's just in the art because Morph transformed into her in Episode 3. The fact Storm is in her original '92 design and not her punk attire makes me think this art is not literally reflective of the episode's contents... but if Magik is in it, I am curious what role she may take in it... Let's baselessly speculate! Spoilers for the two comic book storylines we know this episode is drawing from after the cut.

So this episode will be adapting parts of Lifedeath, the iconic Forge/Storm romance arc, and the Abscissa arc with Jubilee. This makes me think this episode is likely to be a three-pronged exploration of what mutants do to gain social status in a world that hates and fears them.

Storm and Forge's arc is about Forge reconsidering his job working with the American government and realizing how has literally created the tools used to oppress his fellow mutants. Storm, meanwhile, has chosen to embrace counter-culturalism openly through her new punk identity, not really caring what the white male flatscan majority thinks about her anymore; Forge's perspective is challenged by her as they begin their romance.

Jubilee's arc is about her encountering a future version of herself who is a slave to Mojo in the Mojoverse and taking actions to ensure that future never comes to pass.

Sunspot's arc in '97 has been about him hiding his mutant gifts, afraid that his parents will not accept him as a mutant. He also self-identified as "one of the good ones" in the first episode. Lot of model minority stuff going on here, as well as some allegorical queer closeted stuff going on here. I am guessing this is the episode where he decides to join the X-Men and come out properly.

With all that in mind... What is Illyana going to be up to, if she is indeed in this episode?

My guess is she would be a foil to Sunspot, as someone who has made it through the emotional journey he is in the middle of. She not only has a mutant gift she is scared about, but she has a literal demonic side. If she has learned to accept herself for who she is and to embrace her demonic powers as a way of protecting herself and those she loves, then maybe Sunspot can do the same with his powers.

This would be casually implying all of Magik's character growth happened off-screen, but this show has a lot of protagonists already and I don't know if they'd have time to delve into the lore of Limbo - and it also may be difficult to do that in a show that is still, nominally at least, for kids...

If they wanted to be really bold, Illyana could also be in a queer relationship that is a foil to the Jubilee/Sunspot relationship - making the "We're hiding this from my parents as I don't want them to know I am a mutant" queer allegory a little more obvious by showing Illyana in a loving queer relationship of which her brother approves. With the episode inspired by the Pryde of the X-Men arcade game, I think it'd be a good place for Pryde to appear if they wanted to make Katyana canon... but Illyana/Dani or Illyana/Xuan also feel possible to me... or, hell, they've said non-mutant characters will cameo like they did in the original cartoon, so maybe they could do Illyana/Nico Minoru or Illyana/Leah. I'd like Illyana/Pryde the most, but honestly I will take anything that makes Sapphik Magik canon.

ANYWAY. That's my unsolicited Magik thoughts for the day. I am trying to keep my expectations low - I think it's very possible that Morph appearance is all we get - but I do think there's ways to get some really good Magik content in only a few minutes of screentime given what appears to be the theme of the next episode...

#illyana rasputin #katyana #x men 97 spoilers #x men '97 spoilers

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chaos-is-beautifvl · 2 years

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𝐢 𝐬𝐩𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞...

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: eddie munson x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you think your “tiny” crush on one d&d-playing, ring-wearing, poodle-rivaling brunet goes unnoticed until you’re confronted in a pizzeria of all places

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠: fluff, cursing (possible overuse of ‘shit’), excessive and shameless but respectful staring lol, dustin being a good wingman (wingboy? idk), mike being a little shit, & mentions of weed

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3370

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: didn’t think i’d be joining the eddie munson band wagon but he and joseph quinn have stolen my heart & won’t give it back || i just finished vol. 2 … i am not okay 😀 i hope you enjoy & feedback is golden so let me know what you think! feel free to send me a request, guidelines here

buy me a coffee ☕️!

Eddie is different. And not because of his long hair with fluffy curls that could rival a poodle. Not because of his affinity for using his hands to make devil horns in that same poodle-rivaling hair. Not because he likes D&D, smokes weed, or does any of the other bullshit people find a reason to dislike.

Eddie is just different. But in the best way possible.

Like Steve, you had been roped in as mother hen number two, caring for the little troublemakers. It was comical how often they came looking to you for help when the other mother pawned them off on you, dubbing it “your weekend”.

It didn’t bother you. Like at all. In fact, you were more than comfortable with playing house. You would like to say that it’s because you have nothing else to do, but that is only partially true. There are a million and one other things you could be doing than waiting to catch a glimpse of Eddie “the freak” Munson.

And, yeah, maybe you are paying too much attention to someone who has hardly shown you interest; but life is short. Why not spend your time ogling?

You ogle discreetly - you never stare for longer than three seconds. Also, you always try your hardest to stay engaged in the ongoing conversation to not draw unwanted attention. While it may be a bit much, the plan is yours, and well, it works.

At least, it usually did. You blame the kids. The day had been chock-full of taking the little gremlins two towns over to get their sticky paws on the latest version of a video game, which resulted in your car breaking down. Then you had to get it towed and blah, blah, blah. Needless to say, your day had not exactly gone to plan.

Your day was a bit stressful, and who wants to feel stressed? Certainly not you. So, to feel better, you do what you have to. And it does its job. You decide to allow yourself more than three seconds to stare respectfully. What? You still have manners.

Staring at Eddie is like going to an art museum. You stare at the art because it captivates you, right? In your defense, Eddie Munson had captivated your attention on more than one occasion.

The thunking of the dice rolling on the table was followed by a collective groan. The frustration gave you the perfect opportunity to look back at Eddie. His head was tilted back in a hearty laugh as what he previously predicted came to bite the group in their asses. You wanted to feel bad for the kids, but he did warn them, so whatever happened was their fault.

You were too busy window shopping to hear the repeated calls of your name. You pulled yourself out of your daydreaming, noticing Eddie staring at you. Wait... Not just staring at you. Eddie was staring at you, staring at him.

You quickly turned your gaze away from his brown eyes, praying to whatever higher power was out there he hadn’t seen you ogling him the entire time. Clearing your throat, you turned to Dustin, “Yeah, what’s up?”

“Uhh, nothing.” The words came out way too fast, and you furrowed your eyebrows. Obviously, nothing meant there was something.

“Okay...” You felt your eyes drifting over to the brunet, poodle-rivaling D&D player. Before you could embarrass yourself any further, you stood up, the scraping of your chair against the floor directing all attention to you. Yeah, not really the effect you were going for.

“You guys hungry?” Simple. Effective. Mom hen-ish.

The group sang choruses of yes and omg, I’m starving. So, naturally, you were spared humiliation when you took a vote and landed on pizza. They were nearing the end of their campaign, and you knew they would be both hungry and tired afterward.

Just before you made it out the door, Mike called you back. You sighed, hoping he wasn’t trying to change the pizza order. What he said instead took you by surprise. “How are you gonna get there? I mean, your car is toast - like burnt toast. Like really burnt."

You narrowed your eyes, resisting the urge to roll them. Why did he feel the impending need to remind you of the hot shit you were already wading through? Michael Wheeler, everybody! The kid who gives no fucks!

“I can just get it,” Eddie suggested, leaning forward with elbows resting on the table. His hair was released from its ponytail - if it could even be considered one with its looseness. You found yourself staring a bit too long, directing your attention back to his face, where you discovered a cocked brow and tiny smirk tugging at his lips.

“Or!” Dustin shrugged, tilting his head back and forth. “You could just go together.” He sent a slightly sympathetic look to his older friend, “No offense, Eds, but you’re pretty shit at remembering things. Besides, who is gonna help you with all those boxes?” Dustin did an enthusiastic drum roll on the table, smiling, “Y/N! She’s pretty strong.”

You were trying to be strong; you really were. The ride into town was awkward, putting it mildly. You realized that it may have seemed rude to have your entire body facing the door and not to say a word, but being in a tight space, so close, you were trying your hardest not to stare.

Once the pizza place came into view, you quickly hopped out of the van as soon as he unlocked the doors. Your feet dragged you over to the entrance before you could stop them, and you felt bad when he reached over and held the door open for you.

You muttered a small thanks. Any more words, you would probably have exposed your silly little crush.

It was mostly empty, and you took your time staring at the posters and writings on the walls, attempting to not stare at the one thing (or one person, to be exact) you should not be looking at.

But eventually, like they usually did, your eyes wandered over, and you found yourself staring at Eddie again. It was beginning to become a problem at this point. And that was further proven when he started talking.

“Hey, Paul, how ya doing? So we’ll get two...” Eddie squinted his eyes, tapping the counter with his fingers as if that would speed up the recollection process.

You snapped out of your stupor and stepped forward. “Hi, could you get us four pepperoni pizzas and one supreme?”

“Right.” Eddie clasped his hands together, nodding like he was the one who remembered, not you. “Four pepperonis and one supreme. Right, right, right.”

Paul jotted it down on his tiny notepad. Not looking up, he mumbled the price, and Eddie stopped you when you went to pull out your wallet.

Leaning on the counter with his elbows and hair sweeping over his shoulders, he flashed a grin at the boy. “Paul, my man, you remember that time you got some-”

The brunet glanced at you, “substances... a.k.a. weed from me." Eddie coughed, whispering the words out. “And, you didn’t pay because your mom took away your allowance since you wouldn’t clean your room? Remember how I let it slide?”

Paul looked around the pizzeria nervously, hoping no one was listening. Once the coast was clear, he nodded, swallowing.

“Yeah, well, now is the time to pay. Soooo,” Eddie tapped his fingers on the counter as he straightened. “We’re gonna get these pizzas on the house, and you don’t have to worry ‘bout paying me back. Cool with you? Great! Go get ‘em, bud.” He patted Paul on the shoulder, sending him scurrying away to the back.

You watched the entire exchange with wide eyes. There was something so wildly attractive about Eddie taking charge, even if he couldn’t remember a simple pizza order. You thanked him quietly, again sure that if you said another word, it would be your inevitable downfall.

A silence settled over the two of you. Continuing to stare at the art on the walls and the work of art standing right next to you, you tried to recollect yourself. Though Eddie was probably a gift from whatever higher power was out there, your obsession was getting out of hand.

Sure, he might be nice to look at, but you weren’t some middle schooler who just figured out what crushes were and how exciting they could be. You were older and more rational and-

Before your affirmations could take off, a voice pulled you back to the present. You turned to see Eddie facing you. He chuckled softly, noticing that you weren’t paying attention to a word. You were stuck up in your head somewhere.

“Sorry, what?” You felt sheepish. Not only had you repeatedly stared at him like he was on display with you watching through the window to see if you wanted to try him on, but he had caught you doing so. Your zoning out and ignoring him was the cherry on the insurmountable pile of shit you were digging your way out of. If there was even a tiny chance in hell that Eddie was interested in you, it was now flushed down the drain for how rude you have been.

“I said, do you wanna sit down? Probably be a while till Paulie boy is done, and I’m sure you wouldn’t want to stand the entire time.” He shrugged, “Or, maybe you do. Who knows?”

“No, sitting sounds good.”

It wasn’t. The first couple of minutes were treacherously slow. Maybe your communication skills were terrible or maybe your eyes couldn’t stop staring at the tiles on the floor. Either way, the silent thing was not working, and you honestly felt so bad that Eddie had to put up with you.

Apparently, Eddie was as discontent with the awkward silence as you were. After humming and tapping his fingers on the table to a song oddly resembling Cherry Bomb by The Runaways, he leaned forward.

“Let’s play a game.”

A what? “Huh...” was your dumb reply. In your defense, you were still stuck on him knowing that song. Doesn’t he only listen to metal? At least, that’s what you heard during your stalking hours, which are anytime you two were in the same vicinity.

His laugh caught you off guard, but in a pleasant way. “God, you really are in your head a lot, aren’t you?” Warmth rushed to your face, and you suddenly felt like he had placed a spotlight directly on you.

“I- uh- I’m not-” You are so embarrassing. That thought was followed with a mental facepalm because what the hell were you saying.

“I’m sorry. That must be pretty annoying. What game did you have in mind?” Good, there you go. Normal speaking like a normal human.

Eddie watched you with interest, rolling his lips so the amusement begging to show would remain hidden. Ignoring the laughter bubbling in his throat, he made a circle with his hand and put it to his eye.

“Let’s play I Spy...”

You stared blankly for a few seconds, letting it marinate. Eddie was humming a song suspiciously similar to something you would have never guessed the brunet to be into. He also wanted to play a game. With a tilt of your head, you expressed your bamboozlement.

“What?”

“Oh, okay. You don’t know- Basically, the way the game works is someone finds something and-“

You held up a hand, halting his speaking as you chuckled. “I know what I Spy... is, Eddie. I just- You actually wanna play that? Or are you, I don’t know, just trying to fill the silence?”

He stared at you quizzically, and you figured you had said too much until he shook his head.

“Nope, I wanna play. So, you in, daydreamer?”

“Sure.” Why not? What could possibly go wrong?

And the game began. First, it was small things like something black and white. The floor tiles. Or something red. That one took Eddie a second because the two of you were in a pizza place where almost everything was red. But it was the jukebox collecting dust in the corner.

Then, things took a turn for the worst. Well, correction, they weren’t that bad (only slightly), but boy, did they take you by surprise.

Eddie was next, and you were a bit nervous as he had given you surprisingly difficult, specific things to find. His brown eyes looked around the pizzeria before they landed on you, accompanied by a mischievous glint and a conspiratorial grin.

“I spy...” Eddie paused for dramatic effect, putting you on the edge of your seat, “with my little eye...”The brunet winked at you, and you mentally cursed whatever higher power created him. One simple gesture had you wishing you could stop window shopping, go into that metaphorical store, and take him home.

“A person.”

...

Is he serious?

“Wearing black.”

Is he talking about himself or...?

“Who is always stuck in their head.”

That’s oddly specific.

“And...” His grin morphed into a smirk as he squinted his eyes at you. You doubt he realized he was enunciating the purpose of the game. “Andddd is a little stalker.”

Can you guess who he’s talking about? Ding, ding, ding. You! We have a winner! Or maybe, this isn’t as much of a win, considering your crush (ahem, obsession) was just exposed.

“I can totally explain-” Could I, though? “I am so sorry.” That was partially true. You felt bad but who wouldn’t want to stare at Eddie Munson. “God, you must think I’m such a creep.”

Your worried rambling was cut short by the most angelic sound - Eddie’s laughing. You wished the ground would open up and swallow you whole. He was laughing at you. Laughing. You swear you have never felt as embarrassed in all your years.

“I think I’m just gonna go...”

Wait, how am I going to get home? Walk? Nah, too far. Hitchhike? Too dangerous. I’ve seen enough TV and newspapers warning against that to try it myself. I may be obsessive, but I’m not stupid. Wait, maybe I could-

Eddie covered his mouth, attempting to hide his laughter behind his hand. He shook his head, his face tinting red as he composed himself. “No, no. You’re- God-” He started laughing again. “You’re just, uh- it’s kinda cute, you know?”

Cute...?

He interrupted before you could ask what exactly that meant. “You probably think you’re pretty discreet, right?” Well, you did at first. But now, it was obvious that you had not been. “It’s just- it’s kinda obvious. Like the whole looking, then looking away, and the whole daydreaming thing.”

Oh. Were you really that obvious?

“C’mon, don’t be so embarrassed.” Eddie peeled your palms off your face. You looked up to see a wondrous sight. His face was reddened from all the laughing, and a wide grin had broken through the surface.

“Don’t be-” You pulled your hands away, pouting as you slumped in your seat. “Of course, I’m embarrassed, Eddie. You weren’t supposed to find out.”

This was torture.

“So, if I hadn’t called you out on it, you would keep doing it?” He caught you there.

“Well- um...” There was no way for redemption, so you shut your mouth. It was bad enough that he’d caught you, and you definitely didn’t want to make the situation even worse because your mouth wouldn’t stop moving.

Eddie watched your internal battle with an overly amused interest. Had the situation been different, you probably would have given him a piece of your mind. Instead, you sat in your seat, brows furrowed and lip jutting out as you tried to alleviate the sticky mess you found yourself in.

“Look, Eddie, I’m sorry, really.” You took in a breath, “I completely understand why you might be creeped out and-”

“Hold on, wait.”

You stopped talking, finally turning to look at him. And, no, not like that. You were too embarrassed to enjoy the view.

“You don’t think I’m actually mad, do you?" Your silence elicited an incredulous look from the brunet. “Do you?” A halfhearted shrug was your reply.

Sensing your embarrassment, Eddie stifled his laughing for real this time, ducking his head to look at you. All your previous thoughts about not being a crush-obsessed middle schooler were flushed down the clogged drain of your problems. It was silly, but you wanted to cry at how embarrassed and, quite frankly, mortified you felt.

“Hey... you know I’m just messing around, right?” He scoffed, “Hell, I’m an attention whore so all your staring is going straight to my big ego. Do you realize that?”

A soft chuckle and a shake of your head made Eddie smile. “No, really. I’ve just been soaking it up. I’m a real glutton for praise, but hey, maybe next time, you should ask me out before undressing me with your eyes.”

You gawked at him, finally meeting his gaze. While you weren’t expecting him to be okay with it, it was an even bigger shock for him to say that.

It seemed that the gods or whoever was out there decided to end your misery. Or, they were sick and tired of you embarrassing yourself. Either way, Paul set the pizzas on the counter, calling the two of you over.

“Oh, would you look at that? Our pizzas are done. I’m gonna go get them...” You mumbled out the last couple of words as you hurried to the counter like a dog with its tail between its legs.

Eddie watched in astonishment and amusement as you somehow bundled up all five pizza boxes in your arms, kicking the door open with your foot.

Dustin wasn’t kidding about you being pretty strong. Not that five pizza boxes are a whole lot. But still, Eddie was impressed.

He turned to Paul, who was wearing a similar look. “She’s pretty cool, huh?”

Paul could only nod, rubbing the back of his neck. Before the boy went to answer the ringing phone, he muttered and shook his head, “They make an odd couple.”

The two of you made it back, Eddie carrying most of the boxes (which he said was part of him making up for the immense teasing). You weren’t as discreet with your staring now. Why would you be? The cat was out of the bag, and you had a pending date with the person who opened it.

Dustin, who sported a shit-eating grin, remarked how Eddie could drive you around until your car was fixed. You realized that the little shit had orchestrated the whole thing. Not the car breaking down, but you and Eddie going together. You weren’t complaining, though.

A week or so later and the date came. When Eddie picked you up, you asked if you could play some music. In the glovebox where he kept all his cassettes and CDs was a mixtape with a song you knew all too well.

If you couldn’t guess, it was Cherry Bomb by the Runaways. Yeah, you aren’t letting that one go anytime soon.

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