#i just flop over it and it feels sooooooo good

[star-girl69]

So It Goes…

Clarisse La Rue x Fem!AphroditeCabin!Reader

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sypnosis: the one day chiron decides to switch up the capture the flag teams, and everyone knows you’re clarisse’s weakness, In A Good Way sequel!!

i changed my theme it’s me tho promise

a/n: protective clarisse the love of my life i love you i do i think we should get married actually anyways this one is sooooooo i got to explore a more casual side of clar’s and reader’s relationship in this (for like a min) i hope you all enjoy!!

So It Goes… - Taylor Swift

warnings: soft clarisse my love, protective clarisse we KNOW how i feel abt her…., also slightly possessive clarisse i think i love you too, again clarisse gets a bit too into capture the flag, clarisse picks reader up which i KNOW is not inclusive (im literally plus-sized idk what the hell am i doing) but it was so good i couldn’t resist, she has like super strength probs so i’ll just believe (she literally could not pick me up i need to stop being delusional), swearing, violence, kissing, a bit suggestive but nothing crazy, tell me if i missed anything!!

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Clarisse’s bed is one of your favorite places. You’ve spent so many nights here, wrapped up in her arms, feeling like no one could touch you. And you’ve spent secret days with her hands on your waist, yours in her hair, lips pressed together so tight it’s like you were each other’s oxygen.

You love Clarisse’s bed. And you know Clarisse loves her bed too, seeing as it’s a huge source of pride for her- it’s the best bunk in the cabin, and she gets a major kick over the fact that you sleep here just as much as you sleep in your own cabin.

You’re sitting down, watching Clarisse pace back and forth, her spear in her hand.

“Clarisse,” you say. She brought you here just fo freak out. Now she won’t sit down and let you help her, and she wont just freaking listen. “Clarisse, baby, what’s wrong? Can you at least put your spear down so you don’t accidentally kill somebody? If you kill me with that I’m gonna come back and kill you.”

She stops for a moment and leans her spear up against the wall. You let out a sigh.

“Now just sit down-”

She resumes her pacing.

As much as you love just being in Clarisse’s presence, as much as you know you’re her rock, the only thing that keeps her tethered in the storm she constantly fights through, you need her to let you help her.

“Clarisse!” you stand up, placing your hands on her shoulders. “You’re freaking me out, okay? What happened? I-I’m sure we can fix it, I mean…” you rub your hands up and down your arms, which you know she likes, her muscles are one of her biggest sources of pride.

She sits down, letting you stand in between her legs, her hands moving to hold your hips.

“Sorry,” she mumbles. She’s not very good at handling her emotions, but she’s getting better, and at least she’s able to recognize and apologize when her emotions are hurting other people. Well, you, at least. She breathes out. “Chiron decided to switch the teams.”

And now she had to work with the Athena cabin? The Gods know after the Ares and Athena cabins have captained opposing teams for years, Chiron pretends there’s not, but everyone knows there’s a deep rivalry. More than just friendly competition.

“The Demeter cabin will be on the red team.”

“Okay,” you say, squeezing her shoulders. You aren’t really close with anyone from the Demeter cabin, it doesn’t really bother you much.

“And… the Aphrodite cabin will be on the blue team.”

“Oh.”

You’ve never not been on Clarisse’s team for capture the flag. Not only does the entire red team’s tactic rest on you using your charmspeak to protect the flag, but what the hell are you supposed to do fighting against Clarisse?

She wraps her arms around your waist, flopping back onto her bed and bringing you down on top of her.

“I know it’s all Annabeth and Luke behind this. I’m sure that little smartass has made up some sick plan to make me go insane.”

You scoff, planting your hands behind her head on the bed. “You’re the one who can actually fight. I’m, like, so bad it’s not even funny, Clar.”

“You beat me all the time,” she frowns.

And it’s true, you spar with her at least 3 or 4 times a week, and you win most of the those times. But Clarisse moves slower, she doesn’t hit as hard, she anticipates your next move and doesn’t block it so you can land a hit.

“We both know you let me win.”

“I like seeing you smile,” she says, her own matching smile on her face.

“Okay, you big romantic.” You let your hands slip, laying your head against her chest and your arms flat around her head. “It’s not that big of a deal, Clar. I’m sure it’ll be fine, then Chiron’ll probably switch them back.”

“Annabeth convinced him to do it. She has some sort of plan, Y/N, she does.”

“You’ve mentioned,” you hum. “Stop stressing. Nothing we can do about it.”

“Fine,” she hisses.

She wraps her arms around your waist and throws you to the side so you yelp, now she’s climbing on top of you, laying her head on your chest.

“It’s going to be the worst game of capture the flag in history, you know. I hope you’re happy, I don’t even know what I’m gonna do without you. I mean, I guess I could move that group in the west side to just south of the flag, so that’ll be a bit more for them to get through. Oh, I’ll stick that one good archer on the ground- no, no that wouldn’t work, I need him in the trees. But I’ll move his position-”

—-

You walk to the woods together. When it’s time to split up, Clarisse grabs you by your armor and points her finger into your chest.

“Clar, what the hell are you doing-”

“Don’t do anything I would do.”

“Okay, Clarisse,” you smile, blinking once to avoid rolling your eyes at her ridiculousness.

She smirks, her arm squeezing your waist. She pecks you on the lips before pulling away completely.

“Done making out?” Jackie asks, her and Tyla suddenly appearing next to you.

“It was one kiss, Jacks. Are you sure we have the same Mom?”

“No, honestly.”

You fall into step with the two of them, laughing as you make your way through the woods and to the edge of the river.

Chiron makes his usual speech, the conch sounds, and everyone starts moving around.

Annabeth finds the three of you soon after. Tyla and Jackie fall away, following your other siblings. Annabeth always has this calculating look on her face, like she knows something you don’t, a true child of Athena. You have to admit, she really is one of the smartest people you know.

“Annabeth,” you smile. “I guess you want me by the flag?”

“No, I debated that, but I decided against it.”

She smirks and looks at you before spinning around, pointing to Luke and his team members who are always in charge of getting the flag.

“You’ll be with Luke.”

You frown. “You do realize I have absolutely no skill in battle, right, Annabeth?”

“Yeah, but skill doesn’t matter when you have power. Power over someone.”

“Oh, okay. Who do you want me to charmspeak-”

“Charmspeak whoever you come across, but that’s not what I’m talking about. You have power over Clarisse. I know she’s defending the flag today, right?”

She looks at you sharply.

You smile. “Oh, I really don’t know. But if you say so, sure.”

She starts walking, you follow her.

“Clarisse doesn’t talk strategy to you? I mean, I talk Luke’s ear off.”

“Oh, no, she does, I just don’t really retain any of it.”

She huffs a small sound of laughter.

“I know she’ll be there,” she affirms.

“If you say so!” you say, all sing song, Luke smiling as he meets your eyes.

“Y/N! How’s it feel to finally be on the winning team?”

“I love being on the red team, thanks for asking.”

“Ha. You’re so funny, are you sure you’re not a child of Apollo?”

“Too beautiful,” you glide your hands down your face. “I get it from my godly mother.”

“Luke, do you know what you’re doing?” Annabeth asks.

“Yes ma’am.”

She smiles and walks away, talking to more people while you can faintly hear Clarisse shouting at people. With the change in tactic, you know she’s been slightly stressed, but she won’t allow herself to feel anything other than confidence, outwardly.

She still walks tall. She still grips her spear in her hand a little to tight. She’s a bit too greedy with the things that are hers, she grabs on a bit too tight, but you know it’s just because she’s scared. You like it.

If this were a regular game, you would probably be walking next to Clarisse right now, or kissing her goodbye while you follow Matty and everyone else to go protect the flag.

When you and Clarisse first started dating, she was slow to be so affectionate, but the more of her walls you started breaking down the more you found a complicated teenage girl who felt unloved, and had a lot of love to give too.

The more confident she became in your private relationship, the more she wanted everyone to know. It was her fatal flaw, pride, hubris. She wanted everyone to know she was yours and your were hers. She wanted everyone to be jealous.

“I’m so glad we don’t have to wear those horrible earplugs today. They always make me worried. Someone could be shouting a few feet away and none of us would hear.”

“Stop gloating, Luke.”

“I’m just expressing my gratitude, Y/N, is that not allowed?”

“I don’t want to talk to you anymore.”

“Oh, oh, I know. You’re sad, aren’t you?”

“Sad?” you snort.

“Yeah, sad. Sad you aren’t with Clarisse. You’re devastated, destroyed, wrecked.”

You put your hand on your sword. “Who are you… and what have you done with Luke Castellan? Luke doesn’t know that many words…”

He hits your shoulder. “Shut up, Y/N.”

—-

You’re walking through the woods.

Not sneaking around in stealth, not running, but walking.

You’ve come across a few of your former team members, but one of the blue team just tackles them and you tell them to turn around and count to 5,000.

For some reason, it’s worse than sitting by the rock, waiting for someone to make a play for the flag. At least at the rock you’re surrounded by all these people you know. You and Matty are usually talking, Marjorie sometimes joins, and you all have fun bullying Corey for that one time he didn’t see the blue team coming.

Luke’s voice drops to a whisper.

“Here’s your job. You can either, one, go make out with Clarisse in a corner, which shouldn’t be too hard-”

“Luke,” you hit his shoulder. He hisses.

“I’m joking, joking. Just keep her distracted, fight her, maybe pull your shirt down a bit? Oh, or I can just cut it so it’s a bit more revealing-”

“Luke, shut up or else I will make you.”

“It’s not a bad idea-”

“Luke!”

“Sh, sh,” he whispers. “Don’t be so loud, we’re almost to the flag. We’re going for stealth, okay?”

“Oh, really, I didn’t notice,” you deadpan. He looks around.

“Blue team, stealth mode, alright?”

Everyone nods. You roll your eyes. You miss the red team.

—-

After Luke gives you the ok, meaning the blue team has successfully surrounded the red team and the clearing, you take a step forward.

Annabeth was right. Clarisse is there.

It’s fitting. If you can’t be there, she would.

You look up at Corey, but he hasn’t noticed any of you yet. You frown, thinking about how he’s probably going to get beat up.

“Clarisse!” you shout. You watch everyone jump into defensive positions. She can’t see you yet, but she stares in the direction of your voice, her eyes squinting, smiling softly.

“Luke?” she shouts. “That you?”

You frown.

“What the hell?” you say, stepping forward. “You don’t recognize my voice? I thought that was really smart. Like, a cool way to reveal myself, I don’t know.”

You come into the clearing, sword by your side.

Clarisse’s smile drops.

“I-I- no, baby, I just wasn’t expecting Annabeth to send you here-”

“Do I really sound like Luke?”

“No,” she says, immediately. “You sound like an angel.

Matty laughs. Clarisse stabs his foot with the end of her spear. She smiles at you.

“Is Luke here though?” Marjorie asks, subtly trying to look through the trees.

“I don’t know.”

“Well, you do,” Matty snorts.

“You’re going to tell me though right, baby?” Clar smiles, stepping closer until she’s right in front of you.

“Obviously not, you didn’t recognize me. I’m, like, really hurt by that Clarisse-”

“Gods, Clarisse,” Matty shouts at the sky, laughing. You didn’t recognize her, and now we’re all fucked!”

“Shut the fuck up, Matty,” she says over her shoulder. She looks at you, smiling again, her hand reaching out to touch your face. “I’ll let you do that thing you’ve always wanted to do.”

You smile, your voice dropping to a whisper. “You’ll let me give you a makeover? Really?”

“Yes.” Her teeth grit, but she keeps smiling, her thumb rubbing your cheek.

“Hm, I don’t know,” you mutter, your eyes fixing on her spear when you suddenly reach forward, grabbing it from her hands and turning to run away.

The blue team emerges from the woods with war cries, swords start clashing, and it all happens so fast.

The plan was for you to grab her spear, make her chase you around the woods, and hopefully the blue team would be able to overpower the red team without her.

Instead, Clarisse kicks out her foot, tripping you. Then, she catches you and the spear in what you swear has to be a milisecond.

“Clarisse!” you shout, genuinely offended. She beat you so easily. It wasn’t even a fight. You didn’t even get the chance to run.

“Sorry, baby, it’s capture the flag!”

You about to start kicking like a wild animal when she suddenly lets you go. Luke is there, fighting her while you pick your sword up from the ground that fell in the commotion.

One of your team members dropped their helmet and you pick that up too.

You’re not that bad of a fighter, Clarisse just knows everything about you, you tell yourself. But your pride is slightly wounded and you want to prove to her, yourself, and everyone that you’re not just a weak Aphrodite kid or some poor thing that hangs off Clar’s arm.

You can hold your own.

You stick the helmet on and step into the fight. Someone groans and a sword comes wishing through the air, but you block it.

They swing again.

You block it.

You picked up things from Clarisse, and, besides, you weren’t just sparring for fun. She actually teaches you, better than the actual sword practice teacher if your biased opinion is to be trusted.

But you probably just feel that way because she rewards you with kisses.

It seems like you’re actually winning for a second, about to disarm him, when he seems to get fed up with fighting you and suddenly arcs hard over your head, making you lose your footing and letting him kick you.

You land on your back, groaning and trying to catch your breath.

“That was such a bitchy move,” you mumble. He leans over you, about to kick the sword out of your hand-

“I’m gonna fucking kill you, Samuel.”

She holds her spear right under his throat, and he finally seems to look at your face instead of just your blue helmet.

“Shit. Sorry. Sorry, Clarisse, I’m sorry.”

She looks like she’s about to kill him but she just pushes him away.

“I was winning,” you groan. “But then he kicked me.”

She kicks him as he walks away.

You expect her to tug you up and start lecturing you but instead she leans down and throws you over her shoulder.

“Wha- Clarisse!”

“That’s enough for you today,” she says, patting the back of your thigh.

“Clarisse, I swear to Hades, let me down!”

“One second,” she mumbles.

When she places you down on the ground again, you’re leaning against a tree. She grabs your hand, frowning at something.

It’s the smallest cut, barely there, but Clarisse of course acts like it’s the end of the world.

“Does it hurt?”

Your eyes fix on Luke behind her, stalking slowly towards her turned back.

“No, Clar, it’s fine. Now I-”

“I think you should go the nurse.”

Your mouth drops open. “Clarisse, it’s a paper cut!”

“And if it gets infected? Go away, Luke, I can hear you.”

He locks eyes with you but ultimately turns around with a very scared and annoyed look on his face.

“Now do you see why I was all messed up? I knew this was going to happen. You were gonna get hurt, and it was going to be my fault.”

You roll your eyes. “It’s not your fault, Clarisse-”

“But isn’t it? You would have been at the flag if Annabeth hadn’t known how much you mean to me. Instead, you were here. Instead, you were rushing off to go fight someone-”

“I’m not a damsel in distress, Clar!”

She presses her lips together.

“I can fight too. Not as good as you, but I can. I-I don’t want to be weak, I don’t want to rely on you for everything, it’s- it’s embarrassing.”

You didn’t even know you were feeling this way until you felt it. But it’s always been there, you guess. You always watch Clarisse spar and know she could never do anything like that with you. And you thought you were fine with it, and you are fine with having things that you like and things that she likes- but you don’t want to be so useless anymore.

She’s silent for a second.

“I- I get that. I do. But I just don’t know how to tell you I… I love you without showing it. I’m not good at saying it, you know that.”

“Clarisse,” you frown.

She puts her hands on your face.

“You are… the most precious thing in the world to me, Y/N. I really hope you know that.”

You wrap your arms around her neck, you can feel her heart thump from the fight.

“I know that, Clarisse. Of course I know that. You show me every day, I just- I just want to feel like my own person.”

She grips you tighter. “If it’ll make you happy, I’ll teach you to fight. But you have to do it how I say, and you can’t go off and do this-”

You pull back so you can make sure this is real.

“Really?” you smile.

“You have to listen to me, Y/N, and do it slowly, okay-”

“Yes, yes, yes, okay, yes,” you breathe, planting your hands on your face before kissing her. It’s slow, it’s sweet, it’s exactly what you think of when you think of her. You think of the side that’s yours, the side that only you can see.

You break it, leaning down to pick up her spear.

The red team is losing the fight behind you.

“Ok, go win capture the flag. And I’ll stay here. My hand does kinda hurt,” you mumble.

She smiles and kisses your cheek. “Not just a paper cut, huh?”

“Can I still give you a makeover?” you ask as she turns away.

“Maybe!”

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y/n: what why did you not recognize me ☹️☹️

clarisse, genuinely terrified: i have no idea what the hell you are talking about please please please don’t take away kissing privileges please please please

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taglist:

@lvrue @t-wylia @laughingcheese037 @kroumi @urdeadpoet @colezb @rey26 @harmzilla @elliewilliamsbae @amberfreemansburntface @kyuupidwrites @neverwaakeme-up @shark1008

(pls ignore it’s for the acc aesthetics thank you!!)

#clarisse la rue #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse la rue x y/n #clarisse la rue x you #pjo tv show #pjo x reader

[subskz]

MINHO WITH WHITE BUNNY EARS AND BUNNY BUTT PLUG‼️‼️🗣️🔥🔥💯💯💯💯

NO LIEK HE’D BE SOOOOOOO EMBARRASSED WEARING IT N LIKE IMSGINE HIM ALSO WEARJNF WHITE THIGH HIGHS WITH HIS THICK MF THIIIIGGGGHHHSSSJZHHWSI‼️‼️‼️

MATTER OF FACT GET HIM A SIZE SMALLER SO THAG FHEH MAKE HIS THIGHS LOOOK EXXXTRRAAAA PLUSH LIKE ONE WRONG MOVE AND HIS THIGH HIGH SOCKS ARE GONNA RIP

HIS EARS WOULD BE SUPER SUPER SUPER DUPER RED LIKE THEYRE BUUURRRNNNIINNGGGG 🔥🔥🔥🔥

PRESS DOWN ON HIS BUNNY PLUG PLEEAASSEEEE 🙏🙏🙏🙏

TBE WAY HE WOULD SHUDDER AND MOAN AND COLLAPSE ON TOP OF YOU 😫😫🙌🙌‼️

LLIKE MOVE THE LITTLE TAIL AROJNF AND WATXH HIM SQUIRM SIUSIWNEKWLNEJW

AND MAKE HIM RIDE YOU

MAKE HIM HOP LIKE A LIL BUNNY

LIKE IF THE BUNNY EARS HE’S WEARING ARE LOP EARS…WATCH IT BOUNCE AS HE HOPSSS SIUSJWNEN

MAKE HIM GO COWGIRL SO THQT YOU CAM SEE HIS BLUSHING FACW

OR OR

REVERSE COWGIRL AND MSKE HIM RIDE YOUR STRAP WHILE THE BUNNY TAIL SI STILL IN HIM

JSISJWOODNENE

THE TAIL

THE FLOPPY EARS

IM IN LOOOOVVEEEEE WIGH THIS MAN 😍😍🙏🙏🙏‼️‼️‼️💕🔥🙌

ALSO IMAGJNE THIS WITH BINNIE BUT PINK BUNNY EARS, PINK BUNNY BUTT PLUG, PINK THIGH HIGHS AND LIKE TYING LITTLE BOWS ON HIS BUNNY EARS

I CAN ALSO INAGINE THIS WITH SUNGIE

U KNOW WHAT

FUCK IT

ALL OF SKZ

SKZ BUNNY BOYS‼️‼️‼️🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🙌🙌😫💯💯💯😍😍😍

you had me at minho in thigh highs 😰 getting them a size too small is gonna make my brain fizzle out that’s so good…they fit a lil too snugly and you can see the cute bit of pudge spilling over the cuffs of his socks bc his thick juicy thighs just can’t be contained…makes for a fun challenge to see if you can get him to flex his muscles just hard enough to see if they burst ♡ he’d sputter so bad if you pulled at the elastic of the socks and snapped it against his skin to make a satisfying smacking sound hehe

and the BUNNY TAIL plug!! the way he’d stiffen and breath in so sharply when you drag your fingers down his spine little by little, then exhale w the most adorable moan when your hand finds the plug and pushes it deeper inside him <3 that’s all it would take for him to lose his last shred of bravado and collapse against you, hiding his burning face in your neck and whimpering straight into your ear as you play w his cute fluffy tail. hopping on the strap like a bunny w his ears flopping everywhere…😭💔 he isn’t sure what’s more embarrassing, the feeling of his ears bouncing on his head or the feeling of his dick bouncing against his tummy. it’d be extra cute to tell him to curl his hands up against his chest to form bunny paws otherwise he won’t be allowed to cum hehe

and pink bunny binnie 💞 the thigh high socks hugging his soft thighs would make him so sensitive he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from rubbing his legs together so desperately the whole time you tease him ): he’d completely melt and make the cutest high-pitched whines if you tugged at his bunny ears was he rides you and coo over how pretty he is…or if you squeezed and grabbed at his waist telling him how perfect he looks filled up, you might have to keep the plug in him at all times~

#ask #💌 lino #💌 binnie

[taylors-karma]

Houseguest Rankings Update

So a lot has happened since last week, meaning my personal houseguest rankings are still changing. This time around I’m include the ranks, explanations, and comparison with my previous rankings from last week. I’m also not including evicted houseguests, so Paloma is out of the list. 

1. Taylor (Prev 1) - I still feel obligated to put her up here because the hate hasn’t and probably never will stop, also she has shown herself to be even cooler and more strategic recently. Although she has a questionable taste in men, I can’t hate her for that and it’s doing her good sooooooo I think that’s a win. 

2. Michael (Prev 4)- He moved up tremendously because he’s a veto king and he’s doing a great fucking job strategy wise. He wants to work with the underdogs which I love and his energy is just impeccable. If Taylor wasn’t being hated so much he would be my number one fr. 

3. Indy (Prev 5)- She is iconic, and she is the moment. Calling out ignorance, promoting comfortable and sexy women, and she’s just.....genuinely funny? The only reason she isn’t higher is because she doesn’t do much gameplay but damn she calls out all the assholes in the house and I’m here for it.

4. Brittany (Prev 2)- I do still love Brittany don’t get me wrong, but her gameplay is a little messy. Her going to Pooch last week? Girl, that was such a big mistake. She runs around a lot with info and that’s pretty scary to do in this game. If she just shut up though she has a lot going for her bc she’s super strategic and smart. 

5. Nicole (Prev 3)- I honestly don’t know why she was at #3 last week, but maybe the others were just pissing me off more atm? She’s still one of the better players imo and I like that she’s actually playing the damn game instead of letting personal feelings get in the way, but she is still aligned with ugly people and some of her views are super skewed bc of it.

6. Ameerah (Prev 12)- I moved her up a bunch because she is one of the main female forces in this game and she is playing super hard against the guys and I’m here for it. I knew my MD rep wouldn’t flop even if she is a total bitch, but homegirl is still on the shit list bc of the things she has said about Taylor and the people she aligns with. 

7. Kyle (Prev 11)- I admittedly don’t mind this guy. I refuse to put him super high bc he is still a garbage trumpie and annoying tiktoker but so far his gameplay has been solid and I think he is aligning with the right people. If he is an asset to Taylor and Michael he’s good in my book idc. 

8. Alyssa (Prev 6)- She’s still super irrelevant, so she only moved down bc others moved up. Also her whole crush on Kyle is annoying af. 

9. Turner (Prev 7)- He’s still irrelevant and I never see this man talk game or really anything to anyone. All I know is that he needs to shower and that he’s aligned with poopy pooch. 

10. Joseph (Prev 8)- He continues to kind of be a dick, so that’s why he’s down lower this time, but out of the people I can’t stand currently in the house he is by far not the worst. I do feel bad that Pooch is all over him and making him uncomfortable, but that doesn’t take away the fact that he literally doesn’t fucking know how to play the game. He’s stupid and his gameplay sucks.

11. Daniel (Prev 10)- He didn’t move that much, but he’s going lower because of many weird and sexual remarks he’s made. He’s still trash and he needs to go, but at least he is trying to do some gameplay (even though Nicole is carrying tf out of him let’s be real). If he keeps Taylor though ig he can have one point. 

12. Jasmine (Prev 14)- Look she’s only up higher because Pooch and Terrance suck more. Is it good that she’s working with the girls and actually doing what’s best for her game? Sure. However, I can’t get over how excruciatingly annoying she is and how much of a spoiled pos she is either. This woman only twisted her ankle yet has the entire house slaving for her, wiping her ass, feeding her, bringing her ice, etc. Then this bitch isn’t even grateful about it and calls the people she doesn’t like (Taylor) bitches and whores even after they try to be nice to her. This woman needs to seriously be humbled and I think a prejury boot would do just that. 

13. Pooch (Prev 13)- Looks like he didn’t move, because homeboy hasn’t changed anything since last week. He’s still sexist garbage, he still thinks everyone loves him, and he probably wins the award for the stupidest fucking gameplay I have ever seen in my entire life. This man doesn’t even deserve to be here so byeeeeee.

14. Terrance (Prev 9)- I had to move this guy down so far because he talks about Taylor like she’s a child that needs discipline (he even used that word I think). What the fuck is his obsession over a woman about half his age? He thinks bc he’s 50 something that he can talk about younger women like that? Get the fuck out of here jfc I knew he was another Derek F.

15. Monte (Prev 16)- The only reason Terrance is above you is because he at least knows that Taylor is valuable to his game, whether he likes her or not. YOU however can’t see that, so like an idiot you go around saying shit and running your mouth. Monte better be the next target or I might lose it because I can’t stand seeing this moron play anymore. Also I’m not over the tweets I saw. He is clearly a garbage person with garbage gameplay and I don’t know why he was even let into the house to begin with. 

#bb24 #my takes #big brother #bb24 rankings #let's see if they change again lol

[elibeeline]

While i was out today i got new bed sheets and hdhdgdgshgdgdgd ohhhhhhh myyyyy the bed is cosy now

#i changed the mattress cover from white cotton to black linen and 🤤🤤🤤🤤 yesssssssss #i have a fluffy blanket on top so i don't feel it too much but hdbdhdh i still know the change #and it prompted me to make my bed for the first time in like a month #also if any of yall are also lonely and single i guarantee that getting one of those heavy pillows is great to cuddle #i just flop over it and it feels sooooooo good #i just have a safe lil hidey corner against the wall now too #this is good 👍👍

[jungshookz]

EEEK cee imagine grumpy!yn and jimin where jimin falls asleep on the floor in their lil hangout spot bc he stayed up the night before and yn jus secretly admiring jimin’s adorable sleeping face while caressing his hair THEN jimin wakes up when yn leaned in for a kiss on his forehead :3:3:3

➺ pairing; sunshiney!jimin x grumpy!y/n

➺ genre; of course this is fluff!!! fluffier than the clouds that jimin makes y/n look at and tell him what animal she thinks it looks closest to :D (he thinks it looks like a bunny and she thinks it looks like a.,,. idk man that’s literally just a lump) 

➺ wordcount; 1.3k 

➺ p.s. you’ll be able to find this in the teeny tidbits masterlist later on :’) 

(unfortunately i wasn’t able to track down the original maker of this gif but this is where i sourced it from! all credits go to the original creator of course :-))

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“oh my god, do you hear that?” yoongi gasps, placing a hand on your shoulder before holding a finger up in the air, “that’s incredible.”

?

“what are you talking about?” you frown, looking around as well before shrugging his hand off your shoulder, “i don’t hear anything.”

you and namjoon exchange confused glances and he offers you his own shrug before looking over at yoongi for further explanation

“exactly. it’s nothing. it’s… silence.” yoongi whispers, “i haven’t heard it in so long because jimin’s always destroying it with his motormouth-”

oh

okAy

now you see what he’s going on about

“hey, cut it out-” you roll your eyes before shifting your shoulder slightly so that jimin’s head isn’t at a weird angle and that he won’t wake up with a weird kink in his neck, “he was up all night working on a paper and he’s tired.” you murmur, reaching over and pulling your cardigan up so that it covers his chest a little more

“you know, you were way more fun before you started dating jimin.” yoongi scoffs, pursing his lips in disappointment as he leans back against his palms, “when two people are making fun of someone, it’s all fun and games, but when it’s just me doing it alone, i look like an asshole-”

“oh, cry me a river.”

“see?? why can’t you be like that when you’re talking about jimin?? i miss the old y/n.” 

you move to shove yoongi down to the ground but you stop yourself when you realize that you could accidentally wake jimin up prematurely 

poor jimin was up until six this morning working on a dumb twenty-page report for one of his courses - he read his schedule wrong and it turns out that the report was due this tuesday and not next tuesday, and to be honest, he’s really not sure how he even made that mix-up in the first place because he’s usually always on top of things (you were on top of him when he was typing all of this into his phone so that might’ve had something to do with it)

and he normally gets up around seven-ish on a regular basis which means he literally only got an hour of sleep before he had to get up and get ready for the day

you already knew that he had pulled an all-nighter (you even offered to stay up with him and make him coffee if he needed it but you ended up falling asleep around twenty minutes after you’d made your bold offer) so you weren’t too surprised when you looked over halfway through lunch to see that he’d fallen asleep leaning back against the tree with his mouth wide open

yoongi nearly persuaded you into dropping a chunk of dirt into his open mouth but luckily you decided against doing that

and it didn’t look like he was very comfortable which was why you scooted yourself closer to him and gently pushed his head down so that he could rest on your shoulder

but that was an hour and a bit ago and jimin’s still fast asleep

and you’re pretty sure there’s dried drool on your arm but that’s okay

“-you know, it’s like i don’t even know who you are anymore.” yoongi tuts, shaking his head at you, “one minute, you’re happy to roll your eyes and insult jimin to his face, and the next, you’re cozying up to him like his girlfriend and straight-up fawning over him-”

“i- i am his girlfriend, you dolt-”

“i know, but like- well, you know what i mean.” yoongi flicks his wrist to dismiss you before turning his nose up towards the sky, “you get it.”

“i can honestly say i truly don’t, yoongi.”

yes, it’s fairly evident to see that you’ve changed quite a bit since getting together with jimin, but you like to think that you changed for the better!

you don’t wake up with a scowl on your face every morning which is definitely a good sign, right?

and now instead of staying silent during lunch and looking like you want nothing more than to watch the world burn, you actually contribute to conversations with everyone else and genuinely enjoy talking to them as long as jimin’s right there next to you 

of course, you have to admit that you still have a slight issue with PDA (which is why you’ve been moving your shoulder and trying to get jimin to wake up without making it seem like you’re purposely trying to wake him up) but that’s a conversation for another time

the point is, things are good with jimin

things are really, really good with jimin.  

you crane your neck to look back down at your boyfriend again, reaching over to brush some of his hair away from his eyes

his nose twitches slightly and he mutters something under his breath before turning his body towards you and snuggling into your warmth, wrapping his arms around your elbow and squishing his cheek against your shoulder

“cute.” you hum, reminding yourself to suppress your grin of delight so that no one teases you about how squealy you’re being right now 

you find yourself leaning down a little so you can give jimin a kiss on the forehead, your lips lingering against his warm forehead for a second before you pull away and look back to make sure that no one just saw you do that (god forbid anyone see you show even an inkling of affection for your boyfriend!) 

luckily it seems like the late afternoon sun beaming down on you guys is making everyone feel a little lethargic so no one was paying attention to y-

“did you just kiss my forehead?”

you freeze immediately when you hear jimin suddenly speak up and you clear your throat obnoxiously before raising your shoulder so that he gets his head off of it, “what? no. i think you were probably dreaming or something because forehead kissing is-” you chuckle lightly, pulling your legs up slightly and dusting some dirt off your calves, “it’s not something that i… i don’t do things like that, so- no. no, i didn’t kiss any foreheads.”

your eyes widen in surprise when jimin suddenly lies down and flops his head down on your lap, grinning up at you with twinkling eyes as he reaches up to poke the tip of your nose, “you soOoooOo have a crush on me.”

side note: it’s truly baffling to you that jimin never wakes up groggy

he’s always ready to go as soon as his eyes open and it doesn’t make any sense whatsoever

it’s almost like he has an on and an off switch somewhere and if that’s the case you would very much like to find his off switch so you can shut him up before someone else decides to chime in to the conversation 

“we’re- we’re dating, jimin-” you scowl, flicking his hand away from your face before clearing your throat again, “...obviously i have a friggin’ crush on you if we’re in a goddamn relationship-”

“what are you grumbling about over there now, y/n?” namjoon interrupts you from across the circle, glancing up at you and jimin for a split second from behind his screen, “i’m trying to get some work done and i can’t focus with all the secret muttering-”

“y/n has a crush on me.” jimin teases, crossing his arms over his chest before closing his eyes again, “a super FAT crush on me.”

he cracks an eye open just to see your reaction and he’s pleasantly surprised to see that your entire face is basically beet-red from this fun little game he’s playing

what do you have to be so embarrassed about??

you already said yourself that the two of you are dating so it’s an obvious fact that you have feelings for him

he just likes to remind everyone that you, a typically emotionless, cold-hearted robot, have feelings for him!

“oh, we know!” namjoon plays along with a grin, loving that you look like you want nothing more than to curl into a ball and just scream, “you think we didn’t see that forehead kiss?”

“park jimin, you sick... twisted man.” yoongi purses his lips as he shakes his head slowly, “look what you’ve done to her! you’ve ruined her!!” 

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HEY BB!!! hope you are well! a buddie fic request: exdie hearing buck scream out to him and talking about it with buck after, and maybe a feeling confessions??? 💖💖💖 love u

<3 this ended up being a little long, but i hope you like it!!!!! i love you too sooooooo much

“Eddie! No, Eddie!”

The scream of raw panic and terror was visceral even from where Eddie was trapped, almost over forty feet beneath collapsed dirt and mud. It was all Eddie heard before everything continued to fall and collapse in on itself, leaving nothing but a deafening silence and the sound of Buck’s despair ringing in his ears.

He thinks he might have been knocked out—for how long, he doesn’t know—but when he comes too, he swears he can still hear Buck screaming for him. He groaned as he came too, his head throbbing painfully even underneath the helmet he was wearing. Eddie’s hand weakly flopped against his shoulder, grimacing when he didn’t feel the radio against his hand. With great reluctance he opened his eyes, blinking a couple of times before his hazy vision cleared and he spotted the radio sitting just within arms reach in front of him.

Eddie reached out, fingers brushing against the antenna and slowly pulling it toward him. He coughed a little, his shaky hands raising the radio up to his mouth. “This is Diaz,” he rasped, his words slurring a little as he tried to get his mouth to work. “Can anybody… hear me?”

The radio remained silent aside from a brief crackle. Terror clutched at his heart and he forced himself to sit up, leaning heavily against the edge of the dirt wall next to him. “This is Eddie,” he said into the radio, struggling to keep his head up. “I’m still…” his head dropped forward a bit, exhaustion and ache in every ounce of his body. “I’m still alive.”

“I’m still alive down here!” he screamed into the radio, desperation, and panic starting to overtake the sluggish calm he’d been feeling. He pounded his fist against the dirt, praying, hoping, that someone could hear him. “I’m still alive down here!”

“Anyone?” he whispered brokenly into the radio. 

xxx

The first time Eddie laid eyes on Buck when he woke up in the hospital, his best friend was asleep.

He was laying passed out on the couch against the wall of the room with Christopher nestled tightly on his chest. One arm was curled protectively over Christopher’s back while the other hung limply off the edge of the couch. He was in a fresh pair of clothes—Eddie’s clothes, which made him swallow hard and try not to think too hard about it—but his face was still grimy with dirt and mud, lines of tension visible even while he slept.

“He was very worried about you, nieto.” his Abuela drew his attention back to her. She was gazing at Buck and Christopher with a mix of worry and fondness on her face. “He refused to leave, so after I brought Christopher here I went back home and got him a change of your clothes.”

“I’m sorry I worried you.” Eddie murmured, reaching out and holding his Abuela’s hand tightly. “Thank you for taking care of them.”

“Of course. He is family.” Abuela said simply, squeezing his hand and leaning forward to gently kiss his forehead. “Sleep, mijo, I will watch over you and them.”

Hearing Abuela call Buck family warmed Eddie’s chest like no heated blankets or warm IVs could ever compete with. He knew Abuela had been quickly enraptured by Buck’s charm—they all had—and it comforted him to know if anything happened to him, Buck would be well taken care of.

The next time he woke up, Buck was holding his hand. His friend was staring blankly at the wall across from him, exhaustion weighing heavy on his face and a haunted look in his eyes. It wasn’t until Eddie gently squeezed his hand that Buck seemed to break out of whatever trance he was in. He quickly looked down at Eddie and the relief that flooded his face knocked the breath out of Eddie’s lungs.

“Oh, thank God,” Buck breathed, squeezing his hand tightly. “How’re you feeling, Eds?”

Eddie hummed tiredly. “Okay, I think. Head kind of hurts. Little cold, still.”

“The doctor said you had a Grade 1 concussion,” Buck said, chewing on his bottom lip absently. He always did that when he was worried about something. “Mild hypothermia, so they wanted to keep you for 24 hours to make sure there weren’t any complications.”

“Hayden?” he asked, hoping Chimney and the boy he’d rescued had gotten to safety before the collapse.

“He’s fine,” Buck assured him with a tired smile. “Thanks to you. They managed to get out right before—” he cut himself off, swallowing hard and looking away.

"I heard you,” Eddie admitted, running his thumb along the inside of Buck’s wrist. It soothed his nerves to feel the steady pulse thrumming with life beneath his finger. “When the well collapsed, before I was knocked out.”

Buck inhaled shakily, looking absolutely wrecked. “I-I thought I lost you.” Fresh tears dripped down his face as he shook his head. “When the lightning struck, I turned my back on you for one second to keep Bobby safe and—”

Eddie reached up with his other hand to gently brush the tears off his cheeks, silent support, and encouragement to keep going. It breaks his heart to hear Buck talk like this, talk about what happened above ground, but it was obvious this was something he needed to tell him.

“Every time I try to help someone I keep losing you two,” Buck said brokenly, his blue eyes full of pain and guilt.

“Buck, what do you mean?” Eddie asked. His mouth twisted into a confused frown at Buck’s words.

Buck hesitated, not looking at Eddie when he quietly started talking again. “During the—the tsunami, I turned my back on Christopher for one second to help someone and he was just gone. And the same thing happened again.” When he finally looked up at Eddie, his heart broke at the pain shining in those eyes. “Why does this keep happening? Why do I keep losing you two? Is this the universe’s sick way of telling me I need to stay away from you?”

“No,” Eddie told him firmly, grasping the back of Buck’s neck and pulling him closer until their foreheads touched. “Absolutely not. Sometimes bad things just happen to good people. It’s no one's fault, Buck.”

“I know why you did it,” Buck said, eyes closing as he spoke. “I’m not mad—I mean, I probably would’ve done the exact same thing. I was just scared, of losing you, of Christopher losing you.”

“I’ll always come back to family, Buck,” Eddie promised, brushing his thumb over Buck’s cheekbone and smiling softly when those baby blues finally met his gaze. “I’m not planning on going anywhere for a long time.”

When their mouths slotted together in the gentlest of kisses, it wasn’t a surprise to either of them. It was natural—just like everything had been with Buck, and Eddie knows he’s loved this man for a long time. The kiss said everything their hearts were feeling but their mouths wouldn’t say, a quiet promise, an affirmation—not a declaration—of the love they held for each other.

When they broke the kiss, Eddie let himself be held in Buck’s arms, relishing in the warmth it brought to his cold and battered body. Buck’s hand gently carded through his hair and as Eddie’s eyes fluttered shut, he felt a small smile grow on his lips. He’s dealt with a lot of complicated things in his life but this?

Nothing was complicated about their love.

#911 #911 fox #eddie diaz #buddie #evan buckley #buck #eddie begins #3x15 #love confessions #kind of #im a sucker for them just falling into falling in love #cait works

[ramble-writes]

So here comes another valentine's gift for the glorious @franks-mixtape ! If y'all remember the 2 Franks that are brothers and werewolves that I wrote some time ago, this is going from that again because I thought about it randomly and felt like I then needed more of it sooooooo yeah! If you DON’T know, the gist is being that his Frank and my Frank are half brothers. Father being a werewolf to both which resulted in his Frank being a halfling, while mine is whole werewolf due to different mothers. 19 years apart until both came to Ormond where they met up and figured out they’re brothers. So there ya go!

Warning(s): probs just standard cussing, buuuut that’s it lol

Don’t forget to like, reblog, and follow if ya wanna see more! (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

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A Wednesday. Worst day for the 14th to fall on. Especially since it’s in the middle of the school week. Frank James Morrison sat there in the last class for the day, English. The teacher decided to focus on how Valentine’s day started from some dude who got executed in Rome or some shit. He wasn’t paying attention, finding it useless to learn about. Emerald green eyes lazily gazed around the room till they landed on his brother’s russet hair.

Frank Fenik Morrison was there a few seats to James’s left, amber eyes were trailing over the printed paper the teacher had passed out previously. As much as he was into literature, if he wanted to learn history on a subject of a man who was killed for trying to teach his religion to the Romans, he would’ve in his history class.

Fenik really was just idly taking his pencil to scribble a random design on a blank spot on the paper, the teacher’s voice seeming muffled in the background. Darkening some lines on the drawing, he felt a nudge in his mind, like someone nudging him with their arm. He lifted his eyes up and flickered to the side where gemstone eyes met and locked.

‘Dude. This shit is boring. Can’t we just.. skip out on this?”

‘I wish. But we can’t or shit’ll go down. Plus, they’ll know it’s us since we have the same exact name, minus the middle name.’

This made the raven-haired Frank sigh out loudly. He slightly scrunched his face up at hearing his other half chuckle both from a distance (thanks to his heightened hearing) and in his mind. Since figuring out the two had the same father, name, preference in tattoos, music, and other things, it made for the two getting along pretty easily. It resulted in a sort of bond to form. Since their father was a werewolf, it resulted in an animal like bond to form, that ran deeper than a standard sibling bond. Emotions, feelings, and thoughts were connected. It resulted in a mind link to have basically silent conversations.

‘Jesus fuckin Christ we have thirty minutes left of this bullshit. Feels like it’s taking foreverrrr!’

Fenik had to cover his mouth to stifle the laugh that bubbled up. Hearing him complain like a child made for lightening the boring mood. The internal complaining actually helped pass the time till the bell rang. Kids instantly got up with grabbing backpacks and shoulder bags alike and hurried for the door as the teacher called out that their homework from 2 days ago is due by Friday. Most likely, no one paid attention.

The two Morrisons waited at the bottom of the steps of Fairview, waiting on the other three of their odd pack in the snow. It didn’t take long for Julie, Susie, and Joey to come out. Julie adjusted her coat she has on as she hurried a bit down the stairs, being mindful of the snow-covered steps as she went over to the russet-haired Frank and planted her lips to his. This drew a very pleased growl from him as he kissed her back. Thankfully, those dreaded words to the holiday weren’t uttered.

“A’ight sluts! What’s the plan for today for shit to fuck up?” James asked, the name making Joey chuckle. “I’m lookin’ for chaos to burn down the grossness I feel from all this love shit.”

“I second that. There’s this jackass that’s been trying to feel Susie up in history when it comes to turning in work,” Julie huffed out. This made Joey look at the pinkett with concern on his face.

“And ya haven’t said anything?” Susie looked away at the tallest’s question which made him sigh. “Sus, ya gotta tell us when this kind of stuff happens..”

Her head only lowered before she pulled her hood up to hide her face. Joey had let out a sigh and draped an arm over her shoulders before looking at the other three. Amber, emerald, and brown eyes met and they all shared the same thought.

‘Trash the fucker’s place’

-

To cut things short, finding where the guy lives wasn’t hard. They did the standard: Egging the house, toilet paper thrown and draped over trees and parts of the house. But the brothers took it an extra step by managing to get up on the house with wadded up toilet paper, where they then shoved it down the chimney to block it up since smoke was coming out of it. And they were out as quickly as they came with a job well done. 

They all split to head to their homes, hearing distant sirens meaning the house called the fire department which was sweet music to them. Of course, the russet-haired teen snuck over to Julie’s place after her father passed out for their... usual time together. Raven, as another nickname to call James rather than by his middle name like Fenik, was laying there in bed till about midnight he heard his name being called through that mind link.

‘Thought you were busy bangin’ up Jules.’

‘Shut up and get your ass out here.’

‘Fiiine. But I still wanna hear about your adventures in the pussy caaaave!’

James snickered when he bet the other was rolling his eyes outside, but he got out of bed to get dressed in his usual letterman with an extra layer underneath since it is midnight and it’s still winter. Out the window he went and onto the ground below where his brother is standing and waiting.

“Alright, whatcha want butt sniffer?”

“Don’t. Anyway, thought it be nice to hang out since school has been riding out asses with work to get us “prepared for college” which I could care less for.”

The raven-haired teen nodded. “Yeah. It’s a lot of bullshit. Ffffuck I hate being a senior.”

“I feel that,” Fenik agreed with a nod of his head. As usual, the two headed into the forest since it is their escape, and the only way that the wolves within the both of them can be let out. It’s a nice reliever since a lot of the times going out was never an option and it would make them feel cramped.

Usually, they don’t speak when out in the forest unless they do their usual practice. But for now, it was nothing but a run. Fenik in full wolf with James keeping up at an easy stride. Surprisingly, there was no clouds which let for the moon to shine bright in the sky and reflect off the snow, practically lighting their path. 

They didn’t know how long they’ve been running, but they did come to a stopping point when the two Morrisons came across a big tree. It was there they stopped and flopped down at the base at the big roots, James leaning on Fenik and a hand running through the rust-colored fur in slow strokes.

“Ya know... I’m a bit jealous you can shift and I can’t..”

“Seriously? I dunno. I’d be pretty happy with just the heightened senses n shit.”

This made for emerald eyes to look at the wolf, which in return, amber looked back at the halfling. Concern was felt on both sides. Concern for how one felt left out of things, and concern for how the other didn’t care if shifting was a thing or not. James scooted himself a bit close to be able to wrap an arm around the back of the head of the large wolf and pressed his forehead to his, letting silence overtake the quiet between he two of them.

Something happened since one moment the raven-haired teen was small in comparison to the wolf with clothes on, to suddenly not and... the same size. It was like his body just relaxed for him to suddenly shift, but the realization got for the two to jump up onto their paws and look at each other.

James now was suddenly the same height, same build. Black fur made him look like a shadow o the white snow. Vibrant green eyes stood out like unknown lights in the darkest parts of the forest. The two were quiet, before sounds of excitement left them and they became nothing but giant mounds of fur and limbs with barks and yaps leaving them.

What felt like hours of nothing but romping around in the snow, they both flopped down panting with tongues hanging out of open mouths and tails swishing in the snow. Two sets of gemstone eyes gazed up at the night sky, the moon nothing but a white orb to the side of their vision.

“I hate valentine’s, but this? This is the greatest fuckin’ gift nature let me have haha!” James boofed out, letting his paws stretch out in front of him. It felt like all his limbs were sore from being contained, and finally was allowed to be out.

“Oh trust me. Being this way is heavenly. Feels like what freedom from the system should be. And now that you can shift, we can do this a hell of a lot more. And no one can stop the hell we’ll raise.” Fenik let out a chuff, a canine version of a chuckle. The black pelted one chuffed as well before rolling onto his side and laying close to the rusted pelt one and pressed close.

They were content like that, black mixing with rust, emerald and amber. It took only a nudge from Fenik to say that it’s best they get going. James got up and shook the snow from his fur, waiting for his brother to get up. Both standing, they trotted off to the edge of the forest where they shifted back to their human selves.

“This weekend. Can... we go running again? And... maybe teach me some wolf stuff since now I can shift?”

“Hell yeah man! I’ll be waiting ‘round seven. Sound good?”

James nodded with a slight smile before it fell. There was hesitation, but Fenik could feel it and brought his brother close for a hug. He melted into it and hugged the other back. They stood like that for some beats before breaking it off and headed to their homes with goodbyes through the link. Days and nights for now on were gonna be different, but they were gonna be hella enjoyable and that feeling of being left out vanished. Everything felt right, just as it should be. 

#frank morrison #wolf frank #brother franks au #franks-mixtape #legion dbd #dbd #dead by daylight #my writings #HERE'S TO YOU YA TWINK HAPPY VALENTINE'S

[peakyblinderswhore]

My poor heart... your Finn imagine was sooooooo good!!!! Could you possibly do a part 2 to it where they make up or not maybe she gets with Isaiah or Michael all up to you

A/N: since so many of you liked the first one, here’s a part two, as requested by a few in the comments and this anon here!

W/C: 1.9k

You learnt up against a wall and cried. Finn had come running out looking for you but you had dipped in and out of alleyways and stayed away from lampposts, mostly so it didn’t illuminate how red and puffy your face was to others but also so Finn couldn’t find you.

He hadn’t always been one to think on his feet so he just ran down the street in hopes that you’d be waiting for him at the end of one. He did make it as far as the Garrison and gave the bartender a good talking to for having not served his girlfriend. Funny that only five minutes ago he was saying the exact opposite. 

Whenever you went down to the Garrison you never managed to catch any of the Shelby boys and when you did, Arthur was too drunk, Tommy was too busy being haunted by his dead true love, Michael was trying to overthrow his cousins with his ideas for the Shelby company in the states and Finn was never around to be seen. Mostly you tried to talk to one of them or join in but they didn’t know how to face you when they knew full well their youngest brother was leading you on.

When you got to the Garrison yourself, you were served a drink without even looking up from the bar. This was how you knew that Finn had been round doing his bit as best he could. 

Isaiah was the one who saw you, sitting by yourself. None of the other men on there would’ve touched you with a six-foot barge pole. 

“Hey, you okay?” he asked softly, noticing that Finn was nowhere to be seen.

You look up from where your head rested on the bar, your eyes had lessened but were still slightly puffy and Isaiah could see that they were strained.

“You could say, I’m having a mid-life crisis.”

“But you’re only 19…”

“My bad, a three-quarter life crisis.”

You flop back down into the position that you were in before, head on arms on the bar, hidden from the other men in there. Isaiah wasn’t stupid but he didn’t want to push you much further before finding out what was up.

“Your face is red,” he whispered, leaning closer to you, “you gonna tell me why you’re upset?”

“No,” you sulk.

“How about we settle in the snug and I’ll fetch you a drink.”

You agree, liking the sound of a dozen men not staring at you like you were an alien.

Trudging over to the snug, Isaiah opens the door for you and has whoever serves there now (you hadn’t taken much notice after Harry died) put your drink through the window to the two of you.

You drop yourself onto a seat in there and Isiah passes your drink over to you. You try not to slump over in your seat as you wouldn’t like it yourself if someone did the same to you after being kind enough to ask how you were. You sigh heavily as you come to terms with the fact that you’re going to have to tell Isiah what is happening since no one else will listen to you.

“Isaiah,” you begin, “Finn and I got into an argument.”

“I gathered that much. I don’t see you very often down the Garrison since Harry died, less so after dark.”

“Yeah, that’s another thing. How is it that not one of these men will say that I know a Shelby but the second that Finn and I get into an argument, he comes round and now they’re all scared of me like they were when I used to walk in with Finn and the other Shelby boys.”

You whimper, realising how pathetic you sound.

“Because they preferred Grace tending to them and they also preferred when women weren’t served in bars so with the new bartender and the lack of Finn as of recent, they blurred you out,” Isaiah says, sliding next to you on the seat.

You lean your head on his shoulder and he wraps an arm around your shoulder and he rubs up and down your arm, “You know, you should talk to him about it.”

You lift your head so he can see your expression as you raise an eyebrow and reply, “The fuck do you think I’ve been trying to do for months, Isaiah?”

He shrugs his shoulders, “I don’t know, I don’t live with the two of you.”

“I’ll tell you then,” you drop your head back, not wanting to face him in case you begin to cry again, “I waited up for Finn tonight. I don’t like waiting up for him and he knows it. I wouldn’t mind if it was every once in a while but it’s every night and I don’t know what to do about it anymore.”

“Don’t wait up?” Isaiah offers and you poke him in the abdomen before he can object.

“My point is,” you continue, “I waited up for him tonight; I haven’t in weeks. I’m pretty sure he thinks I’m out to argue with him every time we talk now. It’s never just a talk; it’s always a fight or a fight and a fuck to make up – even those don’t happen very much anymore.”

Isaiah chuckles at your words and you say, “Funny, eh? I told him Polly fucks more than I do and he said that me and him fuck too,” you quieten as you say, “I told him he fucks more without me than with me.”

Isaiah lets out a big blow of air, “Woah, you went there.”

You laugh lightly, “I did.”

A small silence was welcomed between the two of you where every now and then Isaiah would sip from his whiskey glass.

Looking down at you, Isaiah thinks before saying, “What do you want from all of this, with Finn, I mean?”

“I wanted what we had, you know?” Isaiah grabs your face, lightly pulling you up by your chin as you say, “A relationship. Something loving, maybe,” he pulls you closer, putting his glass down on the table in front of you before staring down at your lips, “some sex now and then… you know?”

At this statement, he closes the gap between your faces and presses his lips against yours. Before you can pull back he puts his hand on the back of your head and tangles it in your hair. You lightly moan at the sensation rippling through your scalp at the same time as your mouth moving against his.

Isaiah deepens the kiss, keeps a steady hand on the back of your head and moves a hand down to your thigh, inching it up and under your dress that had hitched up slightly. When his hand connected with your skin after finally moving your dress out of the way you made a split-second decision and pulled away, gasping at him. Well, at yourself too.

“Isaiah…” you pause, trying to come up with the words to explain yourself, leaving your mouth to move without words coming out.

He grins at you “I–”

You put up a hand, “No, Isaiah, that was lovely, but no.”

His smile falls and for a second you pity him, “Honey, I think you pitied me at that moment…” you wince at your own words, “but as much as I hate him sometimes, I still love Finn.”

Isaiah’s eyes turn dark, “he doesn’t care about you. He’s always out with other women, you said it yourself!”

You flinch at him raising his voice, “It’s not just me I’m thinking about now. Isaiah… I’m pregnant.”

He recoils from you, “Pregnant?”

“Pregnant.”

“How, I thought you barely fucked him?”

You sigh, “the last time we fought he hadn’t been out too late and turned around my anger when he started flirting with whatever rude words I threw at him. It was a make-up fuck. Should’ve known better to be fucking honest, shouldn’t I?”

Isaiah scoffs at your words, “Nah, I was just testing you anyway. He’s out back waiting for the bartender to tell him it’s safe to come out.”

“What?”

“Here,” he pulls you up by your hand before letting go and walking out and fetching Finn himself.

Finn appears at the door and Isaiah winks at you before putting his cap back on and walking out of the front doors.

Finn walks in and closes the door behind him so that the two of you had some privacy.

“Pregnant, eh?”

He stood wringing his hat in his hands for something to fiddle with while you crossed your arms and scowled at him.

He sighs, knowing that it’s going to take some talking to get out of this hole he’d dug for himself, “I do love you.”

You point your nose in the air and turn from him, “Doesn’t show.”

“But I do,” he reaches out to touch your arm but you step back, he looks down at coughs before saying, “I know, I know, that I fucked it up this time, real good.”

You scoff.

“But I also know that I really do love you. I don’t know what’s going through my head those times I fucked those whores.”

You wait, watching him as he says his peace.

“I’ve stopped since the last time we had sex. That was love, to me, love. I love you and I didn’t know how to come to terms with myself over it. I knew I loved you because I had a bad feeling whenever I tried with someone else. It might’ve been Polly sending me glares every now and then cause she manages to know before it’s even happened when women are pregnant.”

You can’t help but laugh a little at that one as you know first-hand that it was true.

He looks up, happy to hear you smile, you drop your arms and shake your head at him, “Come here.”

He walks over, pulls you in by your waist and kisses you full-on, emotion and all.

“I want to be yours and for you to be mine.”

“Oh, Finn,” you whisper to him, resting your forehead on his, “but we always have been. You’ve just been too blind to see it.”

“Marry me.”

You pull back, “What?”

“I mean, would you – marry me?”

“Finn… are you serious?”

“We’ll move into a bigger house together, somewhere for our child. I’ll have breakfast and dinner with you – I might have off days where I come home late or leave before dawn but you’ll know about them. I’ll send for Ada and Karl for you or see if Tommy can find Esme and the kids so you can learn off of them. Maybe Linda will take a shine to you now that you’re pregnant, she’s very good with Billy.”

You stand, eyes brimming with tears, “Oh Finn.”

“What? Are you saying no? Please don’t –”

You cover his mouth with your palm and smile widely at him, tears threatening to spill, “Of course I’ll marry you,” and you kiss him one more to quieten him.

“How about that new home, then?” you ask.

“Anything for you, now that I know what’s good for me.”

You laugh, “Polly tells you a few things before you made it here?”

“Maybe.”

You walk out hand in hand, your head resting on his arm, happy for how things turned out.

Maybe things do work out for the best after all.

#reader x finn shelby #finn shelby #littlemissshelbyreplies #thomas shelby #isaiah #Arthur Shelby #polly gray #aunt polly #polly shelby #michael gray #John Shelby #esme shelby #grace burgess #grace shelby #lizzie shelby #Peaky Blinders #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #love #romance #betrayal

[revisitingstoneybrook]

#8 Boy-Crazy Stacey: Chapter 10

Stacey makes a fool of herself. And she’s still a bitch.

I guess Stacey wrote this notebook entry to Kristy on a mini-postcard, because it's all abbreviated and sounds like she's updating her Twitter: K- Noth. new to rept. Kids fine. B. still afrd. of H2O. -S. You know Kristy is enjoying this, because it sounds all official, like she's getting a daily briefing from her troops.

Or, maybe she's being concise in her BSC update, because her postcard to Claudia has an entirely different tone. Basically, it's her lamenting to Claudia that she's such a jerk and she wouldn't listen to Mary Anne about Scott and she feels like such a jerk and just wouldn't listen to Mary Anne's warnings and did I mention she thinks she's a jerk and she should have paid attention to Mary Anne? Seriously, that's all the postcard is, those things repeated over and over again. She ends by saying she'll explain in the next postcard, then tells us she had to write Claudia three more postcards to tell her the whole story. Holy crap, Stacey, why didn't you just write an actual letter to Claudia and save yourself three stamps? I'm sure you could find a piece of paper and an envelope somewhere. Maybe she was so heartbroken, she couldn't think straight.

Stacey explains that she was having a great time in Sea City. Her hair's now two shades lighter, thanks to the Sun-Lite. So how is she going to explain that to her parents? "It was the sun, honest!" She's got actual tan lines at the edges of her skimpy little bikini that makes her look sooooooo sophisticated. And she bought a new bikini in town. In case you care, it's pink with palm trees and parrots all over it. Which sounds more like something Claudia would wear. But don't worry, Claudia's still kind of sophisticated, so Stacey's sophistication hasn't been affected!

Mary Anne, however, hasn't been faring as well. Her sunburn's gone but she's now dealing with the aftermath of blotchy pink skin. So she isn't in a good mood about that and is still staying under the umbrella as covered up as possible when they go to the beach.

Oh, and Stacey’s diabetes hasn't been an issue and her mom has only called twice! So Stacey is sitting pretty at this point, especially because the best part is she's been spending lots of time with Scott! Saturday, the Pike parents make another run for it so they don't have to spend time with the kids and head to Atlantic City, so Stacey and Mary Anne are in charge. Maybe that’s how the Pikes can afford this huge beach house every year - they’re good at gambling!

Stacey spends the whole day ignoring her responsibilities and parks herself up by the lifeguard stand, leaving Mary Anne alone. By the end of the day, Mary Anne is royally pissed off and accuses Stacey of spending too much time with Scott, while leaving her to do all the work. Stacey, in turn, pulls the "UR JUST JELIS!!!!!!!!" card. Seriously, let me post the next two paragraphs in their entirety so you all can see what a heinous bitch Stacey is. And I usually reserve that term for talking about Dawn or Kristy at their worst, so you know this is bad:

Personally, I think she was jealous. And if I were Mary Anne, I'd have been jealous, too. That nerdy mother's helper had been hanging around her endlessly, and the two of them were always doing stuff with the kids, like building sand castles, or collecting shells to make a moat around the towels and umbrellas. Mary Anne says I'm not spending enough time with the children, but I AM doing something important when I'm on the beach. I post myself by the lifeguard stand and watch the kids when they're in the water - and Adam and Jordan are in the water nonstop. I can't help it if Scott talks to me every now and then, or asks for a soda or something.

Oh my, where do I start. First off, she honestly thinks Mary Anne's jealous that she’s off flirting with an 18-year-old lifeguard? And she hasn’t even met the mother's helper guy and she's calling him a nerd and assumes he's bothering Mary Anne. The Pikes should be paying HIM because he's doing the job Stacey’s getting paid for! Of course they're playing with the kids; they're babysitters, it's their responsibility to watch over the kids, something Stacey isn’t doing! I still can't get over her accusing Mary Anne of being jealous. I guess everyone can't be a sophisticated New Yorker, with barely-there bikinis and heavenly boobs that fill out said bikinis. Part of me kind of wishes that Mary Anne tattled on Stacey, just to see how the Pikes would react. But since they're such free-spirits, with almost no rules, they probably wouldn't care. And Mary Anne's such a doormat, she'd never speak up, so there goes that fantasy. 

And way to pretend you're doing your job, Stacey. Someone's in denial! Adam could get pulled away by a riptide and Stacey would be too occupied with fetching Scott a can of soda to notice.

So while Mary Anne's watching the Pike Army with the help of the boy mother's helper (who deserves a medal for going out of his way to keep helping Mary Anne), Scott inflates Stacey ego some more by telling her she's beautiful. And she swoons because the only other people who call her beautiful are her parents. Well, and herself, but I don't think that counts. He gets cut off from telling her something else so he can blow one of his many whistles to alert some kids they're out too far in the ocean. See, Stacey? He isn't neglecting his job! And you know the kids he's warning are Adam and Jordan, who Stacey claimed she was watching.

Stacey asks him what he meant to say before he was rudely interrupted by those damn kids who were too far out in the water and Scott quickly says she's the greatest. Stacey giggles to herself that he's just too shy to tell her up front that he LUVS her too. Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, honey.

Later that afternoon, Stacey tries talking with Mary Anne, who isn't saying much and obviously wants nothing to do with her. Stacey tries making conversation and offers to get her a soda but it's no use. That's pretty much the only interaction they have the rest of the day until they leave the beach.

Stacey says Mr. and Mrs. Pike returned from Atlantic City in a “great mood,” so I think we can all conclude what they did there in between winning enough money to pay for next year's trip to Sea City. They're in such a good mood, they decide to be nice and spend the evening with their kids, giving Stacey and Mary Anne the night off. Mrs. Pike invites them to come with the family to Gurber Garden, so they can use Nicky's coupon for four free dinners, but says they can go off on their own too. Stacey's excited and begs Mary Anne to not be mad at her, so they can have fun for the next five hours. Mary Anne began to look a teeny bit interested. And by the time our bikinis were off, we had showered, and our boardwalk clothes were on, she was actually speaking to me. That makes it sound like they showered together! I guess Stacey decided to use her powers of persuasion.

They select their boardwalk outfits carefully, Stacey hoping they run into Scott. Oh, you will...it just won't be as you imagined it.

Their boardwalk outfits are actually pretty decent. Stacey's wearing a white cotton vest over a pink cotton dress, and has a big white bow in her hair that's flopping over the side of her head. Ok, it was good up until the bow. Mary Anne has nothing she feels like wearing so Stacey loans her some of her stuff. Mary Anne ends up wearing yellow pedal pushers, a white and yellow striped tank top and an oversized white jacket. Ok, her's was good up until the white jacket. It makes it sound like she's wearing a lab coat over her outfit. And if Stacey's got magical boobs of wonder and Mary Anne doesn't, that tank top must be baggy on her.

They have dinner at a burger place, and Mary Anne has fudge for dessert. Stacey obviously can't. Then they go and buy souvenirs. Mary Anne gets visors for Dawn and Kristy, and Stacey gets Claudia a bright yellow t-shirt with a surfer on it because she thinks the surfer looks like Scott. Oh, that'll be fun explaining that gift. "Oh this shirt I'm wearing with my purple plaid capri pants and matching high-tops? My best friend bought it in Sea City. She said the surfer looks like this guy she had a crush on who then broke her heart. Dibble, right?"

After they play some arcade games, Mary Anne suggests they go for a ferris wheel ride. On the way there, I'm sure Stacey is puzzled at all the teenage/college-aged girls wearing whistles around their necks. They buy their tickets and the guy in the booth calls Stacey “cutie.” Mary Anne is getting denied here! While they're on the ferris wheel, Stacey decides out of the blue that she should buy Scott a present. "Hmph" is the only response she gets from Mary Anne. I guess she takes that as a yes because once they get off the ferris wheel, she drags Mary Anne to practically every gift shop on the boardwalk.

While Stacey ponders what to get him, she says Mary Anne waits in each shop patiently. Though knowing Mary Anne, she's suppressing the rage and saving it up, making herself a ticking time bomb that explodes when she lets all that pent-up anger loose at a later time. Among the gifts Stacey chooses, then unchooses, are a book about shells (what), a blue hat, and a custom-made t-shirt that says "STACEY + SCOTT = LUV." Yikes. More like if she gave that shirt to Scott, it would be "STACEY + SCOTT = CREEPY" or "STACEY + SCOTT = RESTRAINING ORDER."

They come to a candy shop and Stacey, ignoring the fact that just being around chocolate will make her go into diabetic shock, runs in and drops 10 bucks on a giant, red satin, heart-shaped box of chocolates. She triumphantly shows her gift to Mary Anne, who's looking at something else. She tries to stop Stacey from looking but it's too late. Stacey turns around to find Scott behind her, curled up on a bench and sucking face with an OLDER GIRL. Well, older for Stacey, because the girl was at least 18. And, to make matters worse, she's curvy and gorgeous!

Ok, does anyone have an inkling that Mary Anne purposely made herself look distracted so Stacey would look and see Scott "cheating" on her, just so she would stop lusting after him and go back to doing her job? Or is her evil side not big enough to pull that off?

Stacey thrusts the box of chocolates at Mary Anne and says, "Guess I won't be needing this. You take it. You deserve it. You were right all along. Enjoy your prize." Then she breaks down sobbing. Surprisingly, Mary Anne doesn't join her in crying and instead puts her arm around Stacey walks her back to the house. LEAVING THE BIG EXPENSIVE BOX OF CHOCOLATES ON THE BENCH!!!!! This annoyed from the first time I read this book years ago and it still annoys me. Stacey spent 10 freakin dollars on that, bring it back home with you!

#babysitters club #boy-crazy stacey #stacey mcgill #bsc #snark

[ceruleanchillin]

Sandalwood (Bakugou x Reader)

A/N: I haven’t gotten super far into MHA, so I’m still learning the characters. I’m also reading the manga. I haven’t officially seen Dabi or Toga’s characters yet, so I’m going off what I’ve read in other fics and a little careful wiki browsing.

I also posted a chapter breaking down the AU on AO3, I’ll probably post it here later.

AO3

The water ran so hot, it began to fog up the small room and disperse the smell of sandalwood throughout it. You eagerly grabbed your loofah, and began scrubbing yourself sudsy. Every pass at your skin, and you felt your humanity being restored. Over your neck, down your arms, across your ribs, everywhere you touched turned to a patch of saccharine velvet.

You hummed, something more akin to a moan actually, and did another full pass just to feel the scalding warmth again. Eyes closed, and toes curled in your shower slippers, your relaxed mind pondered if you had enough time to really style your hair. Afterall, what girl didn’t enjoy a comforting bath ritual?

“Now serving number 1!”

Of course, other’s pampered bathing rituals probably didn’t take place in a supermarket bathroom near dawn.

The bakery section’s automated ticket taker had cut through your hazy thoughts like a knife, and you nearly dropped your loofah. If they were already beginning to receive more customers you didn’t have the bathroom to yourself much longer.

You scrambled to cleanse yourself of all suds, and drained the sink, hoping that would begin to reverse the fogginess.

Shoving all your toiletries into your oversized hobo bag, you ducked into a stall, and began to shove yourself into freshly washed

clothing.

God bless 24/7 laundry mats. Great for junk food dinners, plastic chair naps, and soft, detergent scented kisses with Bakugou at 4 am.

You were pretty sure your sweatshirt was on backwards, and your hair was still sloppily piled on top of your head, waiting to be deconstructed, but you didn’t care to fix either. You’d wasted your safe time, and didn’t want to risk being walked in on. One report by a disgusted customer, and you could kiss your current safe spot goodbye.

You ducked out into the tiny hallway of the restroom area, and smoothed your sweatshirt over your leggings, trying to appear less frantic and out of place.

‘Another successful bath day.’ you smiled, slipping your bag over your head. ‘I’m getting the hang of this.’

You checked the minimal amount of cash you had left, and figured it’d be enough for two muffins and maybe a shared coffee. You had earned it, and you knew your boyfriend would be happy to hear about your appetite balancing out.

Following the warm scents to the bakery section, you remained conscious of the fact that Bakugou would want what was left for gas, and picked with that in mind first.

The feeling of doing something so wholesome, so domestic, as picking up breakfast for your partner hit your person the same way indulging yourself in the bathroom had.

“Eww.” a cruel whisper-laugh made you instinctively turn to look behind you, and regret washed over you almost instantaneously.

Two girls your age stood behind you, eyes trained on your feet. You knew why immediately, but looked down anyways for confirmation you’d forgotten to trade your shower shoes for your slip ons.

‘They can’t know that I..’ you didn’t even finish your thought. Dirty from use as protection from unknown floors, they served their purpose, but betrayed you all the same.

‘Should I change them?’ you wondered, but could only imagine what looks that’d garner, no matter how discreet you could be.

You met their cold eyes, and couldn’t help but think they looked like porcelain dolls.

Three dolls stood at an impasse. Two, very expensive and impossibly perfect, that’d you display for envy. One, lovingly stitched, but you’d forget her in your toy chest.

You quickly turned to face front as your ticket was called and got your purchases. Hurt coursed through you, its white heat branding your insides, and undoing every good thought and feeling it touched.

Retrieving your purchases, and stuffing them into your bag, you headed for the entrance. It wouldn’t be long before Bakugou came to pick you up.

‘He wouldn’t have put up with that’ you thought sourly, frustrated with yourself once again for not possessing the bottomless well of anger your boyfriend pulled his strength from.

You may scold him about it, but you couldn’t deny that at times, it was an asset. However, that just wasn’t your person. You didn’t want to hurt, or be hurt for that matter.

You fought off your tears successfully, but at the cost of stinging sinuses and a minor headache. Wincing as natural light conquered artificial, you stepped out onto the pavement. The parking lot was coming to life compared to when Bakugou dropped you off, and you plopped on the curb to quickly swap out your shoes.

“Cute bag!” a cheery voice chirped, and you noticed a girl next to you.

Had she been there the whole time? You didn’t see how you could’ve missed her, but you had been upset. Blonde spacebuns, dark purple fishnets, and...jesus was she that cold? A heavy red that stretched from cheek to cheek.

You looked at her, thought her eyes looked a little crazed, and then instantly felt bad. Had you not just been shamed based on appearances?

“Thanks.” you responded shyly, trying to straighten your hair. “Thrifted it.”

“Nice!” she screeched, uncaring of the hour. “My stupid friends never wanna go to thriftstores.”

You winced at the volume, but still found her amusing. “You’ve gotta go to  Moon Over Mona’s , she’s got the best stuff.”

The girl mouthed the store’s title and rolled her eyes up as if burning it into her brain, before she widened her grin and turned her glazed over eyes back to you. “Noted! I’m Himiko.”

“(Y/N).” you smiled gently

“Oh wow, me too.” she patted your bag softly, as if it were a child, or perhaps a cat.

You tilted your head in question at her odd statement.

“Homeless silly, there’s no hiding things from me.” she rolled her eyes to emphasise the ‘duh’ in her tone. “I mean, I couch hop sometimes, but yeah…..”

You cringed and looked out over the parking lot. You didn’t like to use that word, it made your circumstances seem so ugly, and sounded like something your parents would say to shame you back into their home. But wasn’t that what you, and mostly all of your friends, were?

“It’s not a sweeeear word.” Himiko nudged your knee with her own. “It’s whatever to be free right?”

“That is a...perk I guess.” you chuckled, your inclination towards happier thoughts easily being indulged by talking with the girl.

“Exactly!” she slapped your arm, neon green nails standing out in stark contrast to her threadbare black hoodie.

“Sooooooo listen,” she pressed her pointer fingers together, blush intensifying. “Can I hold a dollar or two? My friend is picking me up here soon, and he’s a super stingy bitch. I want to eat something today.”

She dramatically flopped on the concrete behind her, hands rubbing her thin stomach.

You chewed your lip. Bakugou hated when you were ( a free handed sucker ) too generous. You really should save that remaining 10 dollars to give him for gas.

Himiko popped up onto her knees and gave you puppy eyes. Before long, she began imitating a dog altogether. She panted and lolled her tongue until you were laughing at the display and the sheer ridiculousness of it.

“Ok, ok. “ you laughed, reaching into your bag for your wallet. Neon green nails appeared in your view before they seized the entirety of the wad of bills from your wallet.

The girl bolted the moment her fist clenched around the cash.

“Hey!” you screamed, chest exploding with anxiety, as you took off after her.

One of your slip ons came off, and your bag’s contents took turns beating into your sides every time it came back against your side.

The girl had bolted across the parking lot, and she was faster than you by far. A pickup truck on the far end of the parking lot roared to life, and she’d hopped in by the time you caught up.

“I really do love your bag!” Himiko screamed out of the window as it peeled out of the parking lot.

You dropped to your knees, frantically trying to figure out what just happened.

‘You got robbed you idiot.’ anxiety had wrapped its vice grip around you, and now your thoughts sounded like a drill sergeant with a hard on for you. Had she been planning that all along, or had she’d seen something in you once you started talking? Had she been watching you since you’d gotten dropped off? Your mind raced with the hows and whys, until you thought of your boyfriend.

Once you realized how angry and disappointed Bakugou was going to be, the tears you’d tried to ward off came spilling forth. He was always breaking his back and risking his freedom for what little money you two held between you, and you’d stupidly gone and gotten it stolen. How many times had he’d told you that this wasn’t the first day of kindergarten? How many times had he warned you about befriending strangers?

He was going to finally realize you were more of a burden than a compliment and drop your sorry ass. Your most feared thought only made the tears come harder, and you clutched your bag to yourself pathetically to ground yourself in the swirl of panic.

People warily watched you, taking in your sad appearance. The feeling of their eyes giving you the same looks as those girls was almost too much to bear. Worry, but more so disgust, for the teary eyed girl with one shoe and messy hair. The girl with her life in her bag, crying over money they’d likely spend in their first few minutes of shopping.

“What’s wrong with you goddamned animals!? You see a girl crying in the street and you stare? Braindead, mouth breathing-” the rest of the swear laden rant was lost to you as you leaned into the familiar strength that yanked you from the ground.

“Katsuki.” you murmured appreciatively as he slipped your missing shoe on your barefoot.

“Come on baby.” you knew he was burning with questions, and they would go stalled, not forgotten, as he wanted you away from the now sufficiently shamed onlookers.

The smell of caramel surrounded you, and the morning’s chill began to dissipate in light of the car’s heat. Home.

By the time you were settled in the mustang’s passenger seat, your tears had slowed, but you were still in the trenches of dread.

“Who the hell hurt you?” Bakugou slammed his door, but made no moves to leave the area. You knew he wouldn’t until he got answers.

“What did they do baby? Give me a description of em’. Did you catch a name?”

Your cheeks glistened in the rising sunlight, and for a moment he was struck by how beautiful you were, but that only served to make him madder. He gripped the battered steering wheel, open..close..open...close, so he could try and ease the tremors in his hands. All he could picture was punching some faceless guy’s face into paste on a pavement, and...why the hell weren’t you talking?!

“(Y/N)!”

“It was me!” you cried. “I-”

“What the hell are you talking about?” his scowl scrunched into confusion, before it returned to its previous state. “Don’t you dare start that blaming yourself shit. If somebody hurt you-”

“I tried to give this g-girl two dollars, and she snatched all I had and ran. I think she planned it, there was a p-p-pickup truck. ” you hiccuped, hating every second you had to spend retelling the encounter.

Bakugou stared at you, eyes wide and unbelieving for a moment, and you wished your seat would swallow you whole. It could spit you out anywhere so long as it wasn’t there.

“You what?” he growled lowly.

“Katsuki I-I swear I’m sorry.” the hiccups continued. “I’ll make it back-”

“Dammit (Y/N)!” he slammed his hands on the steering wheel, and another scuff joined the rest. “How many times have I told you?!”

“I know.” you sobbed. “I just...she was so nice-”

“Manners of the fucking year robbing you and all!”

Unable to meet his heated crimson gaze and you leaned against the window. The chill outside pressed against the glass, begging to compete with the heat being generated inside of the car. You pressed your warm face further into its chill, trying to ignore the charged energy emanating from the seat next to you. He must’ve really been pissed not to scold you about doing that to his car baby.

“I’m sorry Katsuki..I just felt like shit and wanted to help somebody.” your words were muffled due to half your mouth being mashed into the glass, but he didn’t ask you to repeat yourself.

He didn’t say anything until a few minutes had passed, and it was you who had to ask him to repeat himself.

“I said...I said I’m getting you a bus ticket home.”

He’d done it. He’d voiced the thing you’d wanted to hear least. You’d rather him yell for hours than talk like this.

“Katsuki...” you peeled yourself from the window and turned to face him. “No!”

“ Yes .” he turned his gaze to you, the red roiling with anger still, but sharing its space with sadness now. “It’s selfish of me to keep you out here, you don’t belong on the streets.”

“I belong wherever you are.” you implored, turning your whole body towards him.

You didn’t like the way he was talking at all. He would sometimes say something about sending you back to your parents, until you’d remind him you were grown and shut him up with a kiss. This felt more final however, and you couldn’t stand it.

“You were crying in the street over 10 damn dollars (Y/N). I’m supposed to take care of you!” Bakugou’s entire being was threaded together by his pride and his word. The whole situation was killing him from one end to the other. His mind was relieved you hadn’t been attacked, screaming at him to find the girl and whoever else was involved, and demanding he scrounge together bus fair and get you the fuck away from him.

“You do!” tears bloomed in your eyes again, this time for entirely different reasons. “ Baby , you do.”

You scrambled into his lap, ignoring your inner thighs getting battered by the console in your haste to surround your man. Bakugou didn’t fight your intrusion, but he wouldn’t meet your gaze again either.

Slim fingers threaded through his wild, ash blond spikes, tugging until he was forced to look you in the eye.

“I’m not going anywhere. You can’t make me leave, I won’ t .” you thumbed his cheekbones. “Tell me you want me gone.”

He didn’t and you both knew he wouldn’t say that, not like that. A frustrated sigh fled his lips as he flexed his fingers. Of course he didn’t want you gone, he barely wanted to leave you alone to take a piss most days.

The fingers of one hand danced across your back gently, before firmly bringing you closer to him. His other hand grasped your chin and so he could press his lips to yours in a kiss. It was angry, but you wanted it all the same, understanding the anger wasn’t for you. You got what you wanted, which was physical comfort and putting to bed any silly ideas of separation.

“I don’t want to see you like that again.” he murmured against your lips. “You deserve better than that. I need to give you better than that.”

“ I need to be with you, that’s what I deserve.” You cupped his cheeks initiating another kiss.

“Yeah, yeah.” he kissed a path over your face, stopping when he reached your temple. “You’re a dumbass for staying, and I’m a dumbass for letting you.”

End Note: This once happened for real, sort of. A girl was having a full on cry fit on the floor of Walmart’s entrance and nobody helped until my mom stepped in and asked what she could do for her. So yeah..if you were wondering why no one helped the reader, I guess sometimes people don’t.

#reader insert #bakugou x reader #BNHA #MHA #Au #mha au #bakugou katsuki

[hazelolive]

It was later at night. Kera and Mammon were both hanging out in her room. They were both relaxing sitting on top of her bed as the movie played on screen. She was doing her best to fight it but she felt herself drifting in and out of couisness and slowly was finding it harder and harder to stay awake. They were both sitting agaisnt the massive pile of pillows she had on her bed. Infact it probably was the only thing keeping her sitting slightly upright at the moment.

She could feel herself sliding though it wasnt very noticable to her at first intill she felt something solid and warm on her side. It was nice half awake she went to nuzzle into his arm. Enjoying this nice comfy spot she had found for herself.

"UM Kera! What are you doing." The flustered demon said throwing his arms up!

She startled slightly and opened her eyes. Now flopped almost painfully agaisnt his chest after being dramatically jostled.

"I was slowly falling asleep intill someone almost knocked me off my bed." She was really comfy and now she was slightly upset that he had complety knocked her off his arm.

"I think your being over dramatic. You barely moved!" He said cheeks beet red.

She gave out a little annoyed huff. Picked her self up off the demon and faced the other way putting a couple of inches between them as she did so.

"I'm soooooooo sorry I acidently fall asleep on you. I'll try not to let it happen again." She said slightly annoyed grabbing one of her blankets and shoving her face into a pillow instead.

A minute of silence passed by but she found that she couldnt fall asleep now. She had been woken up and talked and now she was just awake. But while she wasnt normally a prideful person she didnt want to just go back to watching the tv again because she had already made a small fuss and felt like she couldnt just go back to doing what she was before because of it.

Mammon sat there slightly shocked. He just was watching a movie with a sleepy kera who was doing her best to stay awake but failing miserably. He didnt know why he freaked out some when she ended up laying on his arm. Not only that but She even nuzzled into his arm. DID SHE HAVE ANY IDEA JUST HOW DAM CUTE THAT WAS? So whyyyyyy was his first instinct to fling the cute little human off his arm. He felt a little dumb in this moment but was confused about something. She had expressed her mock grievance about falling asleep on him and even turned away from him but.......she wasnt sleeping.

He could tell from the way she was breathing that she hadnt fallen back asleep. Yet she wasnt watching the tv now either so she was probably just staring at the wall. He almost wondered how long she would do this. She could be pretty stubborn so he bet that she would most likely be able to do it for a good while. So he decided that he was just going to see how long shed stare at the wall and then say some sort of whitty comeback when she eventually rolled back over. But he started to fell bad about it around 3 minutes of him just watching her stare at the wall.

"Hey Kera."

Nothing

"Come on Kera im sorry okay?"

No response.

He scooted over to her and then just leaned over her and saw that sure enough she was still awake and just staring at the wall.

"You crazy stubborn human come here."

He said scooting back and rolling her over so she was facing him. He looked down at her and wrapped his arm around her but she was still refusing to speak to him.

She was facing him and staring level with his chest with a sort of grumpy look on her face. Geez had he really mad this human so mad at him by flinging her off of him.

Kera was experiencing a few different emotions at the moment. She was just going to stare at the wall listening to the movie in the backround but that changed when Mammon decided to stick his face a few inches away from hers! And then to add insult to injury he put her inside his arms after rolling her over so she was more on the bed again. There was a small amount of space between her and his chest but if she moved even a little she would practically be laying agaisnt his chest. You know LIKE HOW LOVERS DO! Ahhhhh she couldnt help but feel her face scrunch up some and her cheeks redden which she soooooo hoped he couldnt see from this angle.

"Kera? Please say something. I'm sorry okay." He said reaching one of his hands over to tilt up her face.

Noooooooooo if he did that hed see the large blush that was on her face right now. She quickly shoved her face into his chest in additon to her hands covering her face. She could fell his chest rise and fall due to the quick breath he sucked in. Surprised most likely by the sudden unexpected contact and tried not to thing of how close she was to those abs and chest she had seen him show off anytime he switched to his other form.

He was startled to say the least that this small human who he thought was mad at him was basically now hiding against his chest. All he had done was try to get a better glance at her face!

"I G-GUESS I'll all-low you to stay there. You Should c-c-count yourself lucky!

What was that!? That wasnt smooth or cool! He didnt know what he wanted to say but he knew it wasnt that!

"Stupid comfy pillow." He heard murmed into his chest or at least he thought that's what she said He couldnt entirely be sure. This human was going to be the death of him though that was for certain.

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Sooooooo I decided to write a drable of the first time that mammon had a sleep over with Kera that was just the two of them aka one that the brothers didnt crash or got interrupted by some other weird schnanigians.

@butter-beel

#obey me #kera #short story #obey me kera #obey me oc #my oc #i just wanted to hug him okay!? #also im really happy with how this turned out #mammon #i love this stupid easily flusterable boy

[queseraone]

Secret

From a Tumblr prompt: "Jay is a doctor and Erin is a nurse. They are married but nobody knows they are in a relationship and their coworkers find out." I put my own spin on this idea, hopefully you like it!

Thanks to my lovely ladies @suttonbradyy and @halsteadpd for putting up my millions of questions and all of their input.

Obviously I know nothing about medicine, sooooooo…

(Also thanks to Grey’s Anatomy for lots of inspiration - you might recognize a few things I borrowed from that show! And some Med characters too!)

Jay sighed, flopping back on the mattress and staring up at the ceiling. “I just don’t understand why you don’t want to tell people?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to tell people. I just… it’s different for me.” Noting the look of confusion on his face, Erin continued. “Okay look, if people find out that you’re sleeping with a nurse, they’ll high five you or think you’re a stud or some other sexist bullshit. But if people find out that I’m sleeping with a doctor? I can already hear the whispers—Lindsay is screwing a doctor to get ahead. That’s why Lindsay got that promotion. Lindsay is cheating the system. I just want people to see me for me, to respect what I bring to the table.”

“I can appreciate that,” Jay stood up, reaching for her and taking her hands in his own. “And I know how important your job is to you. It’s just going to be really, really hard for me to see you in the cafeteria or pass you in the halls and not be able to touch you…” Jay’s fingertips danced along her skin, trailing up her arms before settling on her face, drawing her ever closer. “…or kiss you senseless…”

Erin smiled against his lips, savouring the moment before reluctantly pulling back. “I know. I feel the same way, but—”

“It’s okay babe, I get it.” He pressed his lips against hers one more time before taking a step back and sitting on the edge of the bed, watching as she got ready for work. His girl in scrubs might just be his favourite sight. She looked strong and powerful and so damn sexy. He would never get tired of that sight, thanking his lucky stars that their paths had crossed in the first place.

It was a total fluke that they even met. He was fresh from Afghanistan, completing his residency in trauma surgery at Chicago Lakeshore Hospital, and she was on loan there from Gaffney Chicago Med, helping to cover when most of their nursing staff was sidelined by a particularly brutal bout of food poisoning. Jay still liked to joke that a bad pot of chili was the best thing to ever happen to him, because it brought her into his life.

They were assigned to the same case—a woman was brought in with life-threatening injuries after being impaled by a falling icicle—and later found themselves seated side-by-side at a nearby bar after shift. After unpacking the intensity of the day, their conversations shifted to more personal topics as they laughed and drank together. It was no surprise that the night ended back at her place, and they had more or less been waking up together ever since.

There had always been an element of competition between them, playfully arguing about whose hospital was better. Sure, Lakeshore got high-profile cases and tons of publicity, but Gaffney had a state-of-the-art emergency department that rivaled some of the best hospitals in the country. And now that Jay was starting his fellowship at her hospital, Erin was excited for him to admit that she’d been right all along.

Jay was just looking forward to seeing more of his girlfriend. Working at different hospitals—often on opposite shifts—sometimes meant going days without seeing each other. So even though he agreed to keep their relationship a secret at work, he was still thrilled to be closer to her.

“You know,” he began, his face lighting up with a mischievous grin. “This whole sneaking around thing could be kind of fun.”

Erin laughed as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, crossing the room to playfully swat his arm. “I’ll see ya.” She pressed a quick kiss to his lips before grabbing her bag and heading out the door.

*

Collapsing into an empty seat at the nurses’ station, Erin was thankful to finally have a few minutes to update her patient files and hopefully wolf down a granola bar. She noticed that a couple of the other nurses were deep in conversation, throwing furtive glances across the ED. “What are you guys whispering about?”

“Have you seen the new trauma surgeon?” Doris asked, her voice hushed as she leaned closer to Erin.

Knowing full well who they were talking about, Erin pretended to be engrossed in a chart, casually shrugging her shoulders in response.

“Oh my god Erin, look at him! He’s so hot!” Monique gushed.

Erin stole a quick look across the ED, chewing on her bottom lip as she tried to hide her reaction to the sight of Jay. ‘Hot’ did not do her man justice. She watched the fabric of his scrubs straining against his biceps as he worked on a patient, and if she listened close enough, she could just make out the sound of his voice as he gave orders to an intern.

Trying to remain calm—her plan to hide their relationship wouldn’t exactly be successful if she ran across the ED and jumped his bones in the middle of shift—she just shrugged again. After taking a long swig from her water bottle, she continued, her tone much more relaxed than she felt. “Yeah, I guess he’s kind of cute.”

“Kind of cute?” A wide-eyed April chimed in incredulously. “Erin, you need to get your eyes checked or something. That man is fine as hell!”

Fighting the overwhelming urge to roll her eyes—Jay’s ego was already big enough, she could only imagine how that kind of comment would go straight to his head—Erin continued, “Whatever, I have a boyfriend. So it doesn’t really matter if I think the new guy is cute.” She stood up abruptly, more than ready for the conversation to be over. “Anyway, don’t you guys have work to do?”

*

“I have been wanting to do that allllllll day,” Jay murmured against Erin’s lips after pulling her into an empty exam room.

Erin sighed blissfully, her eyes fluttering shut as his lips moved lower, kissing a trail down the column of her neck. Before she even had time to fully appreciate the feeling of her boyfriend’s muscular body pinning her against the wall or his strong hands roaming her body, they were interrupted by an obnoxious beeping.

“Son of a bitch,” Jay cursed under his breath as they both fumbled around for their pagers.

She groaned, knowing their moment was over before it even started. “You or me?”

“Me,” he grumbled, pausing as he read the message. “Incoming trauma.”

Erin wrapped her arms even tighter around his torso, burying her face in his chest and inhaling his familiar scent. “Noooooo.”

“Gotta save lives babe,” he grinned, leaning in for one last kiss. “Love you.”

*

“I think I’m going to go for it,” Monique proclaimed out of the blue a few days later.

They were gathered around the nurses’ station, taking advantage of a rare moment of quiet to load up on coffee. After all, five quiet minutes usually meant five hours of crazy was on the way.

April’s eyes grew wide with surprise. “Ooooh, really?”

“Go for what?” Erin’s brows quirked up in confusion. Clearly she was out of the loop on something. “What are you guys talking about?”

“Monique is going to ask Dr. Halstead out.” And then, somehow mistaking the look of sheer horror on Erin’s face for misunderstanding, April continued, “Dr. Halstead is the new trauma surgeon.”

“The hot one!” Monique added with a wide grin. Grabbing a compact from the pocket of her scrubs, the young blonde nurse quickly surveyed her appearance in the mirror. Apparently satisfied with her reflection, she immediately popped it back into her pocket and faced her colleagues again. “Wish me luck!”

And then it was like a car accident—try as she might, Erin just couldn’t look away. Her eyes were trained on Monique, watching as the younger woman crossed the ED to where Jay was standing, reading through a patient file and jotting down some notes.

He looked up when Monique stopped in front of him, offering her a small smile. “Hey, did you need me for a consult?”

“Um, actually,” Monique began, nervously tucking her hair behind her ears. “I was sort of wondering if maybe you might want to… go out with me some time?”

Jay was completely silent, his mouth hanging slightly open as he tried to find a way to respond.

Erin swore she could feel his eyes on her, practically burning through her skin from across the ED. It took every ounce of self-control she had to stop herself from making eye contact with him. She focused on keeping her head down, feigning interest in whatever was on the computer screen in front of her.

She couldn’t react. She couldn’t say a word. Not without giving everything away.

It had been over a week, and despite a couple of close calls—like the time Erin instinctively reached out for Jay’s hand after a particularly emotional case, only remembering at the last second and awkwardly covering by knocking over a stack of files, pissing off the charge nurse in the process—they had been doing a pretty good job of keeping things under wraps.

But in that moment, standing there watching as her colleague hit on her boyfriend? All Erin could do was wonder what the hell she was thinking wanting to hide their relationship.

Still refusing to look up, she could hear Jay clear his throat loudly, and in her peripheral vision she watched as his hand moved up to rub along the back of his neck—a nervous tic of his. Even from a distance she could faintly hear him hemming and hawing, tripping on words as he tried to apologize and find a way to let Monique down easy.

After another minute staring at the computer screen, Erin saw Monique dejectedly plunk herself back down in an empty chair.

“He turned me down,” she explained sadly. “Apparently he has a girlfriend.”

*

Word about Jay’s relationship status spread quickly around the hospital—not that it mattered. It seemed like the entire nursing staff was infatuated with him, regardless of the fact that he was off the market.

And it was driving Erin absolutely crazy.

She knew it would be a challenge to work so closely with him while keeping their relationship a secret. But she never could have anticipated that it would this hard.

When she wasn’t being driven mad with lust—seriously, could he stop looking so damn sexy all the time?—she just wanted to scream for her colleagues to back the fuck off and stop ogling her boyfriend.

It was getting out of hand. She had never been the jealous type before, but there was just something about having to stand there and listen to everyone talk about how attractive Jay was (as if she didn’t know that already) that was making her lose her mind. One of these days she honestly thought she might smack someone.

*

She came awfully close to actually smacking someone a few nights later. Working overnight always brought out an interesting set of characters, and that night was no exception. After treating a sweet little boy who had fallen out of his new bunk bed, Erin headed into the next exam room, cringing inwardly at the smell of cheap alcohol and cigarettes filling her nostrils.

The middle-aged man waiting there was beyond drunk—it smelled like he’d bathed in booze—and he was practically falling off of the hospital bed. He glanced up at the sound of the curtain opening, looking her up and down.

Figures she’d get the creepy drunk again.

She’d only been in this man’s proximity for a few seconds, and Erin already felt like she needed to shower. Doing her best to hold her breath—his stench brought back memories from her childhood that she had no interest in thinking about—she approached him, plastering a fake smile on her face as she tried to ignore him leering at her.

“Hi there Mr.,” she paused, scanning the intake form for his name, “…Lowery. Is says here that you were found passed out on a park bench? Little too much to drink tonight sir?”

He managed to tear his eyes away from her body, looking up at her with a sleazy grin. “I’m fiiiiiiine,” he slurred. “Better now that you’re here sweetheart.”

Erin bit her tongue, fighting the urge to give him an earful. “Mr. Lowery, I see there’s a note here that you were bleeding when you came in, that you might have hit your head? I’m going to need to take a look and make sure you don’t need stitches, okay?”

She reluctantly took a step closer to him, pushing his greasy hair aside to examine the nasty gash across his forehead. He was definitely going to need stitches. She was just about to step away when she felt his hand reach around and grab her ass.

“Get your hands off of me!” she hissed, ready to deck the guy as she tried to wriggle out of his grasp.

“Hey!” A male voice shouted, loud enough to startle Mr. Lowery.

Jay.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he spit out, a look of blind rage on his face. “You’re here to be treated, not to manhandle our nursing staff!” Taking a deep breath—which Erin knew was in an effort to calm himself down—Jay turned to her, his face immediately softening. “You okay?”

She nodded quickly. It wasn’t the first time a patient had gotten handsy with her, and unfortunately it probably wouldn’t be the last. “I’m fine, Ja—um, Dr. Halstead, nothing I can’t handle.”

Jay knew she could handle it; he just didn’t think she should have to. “I don’t have anything right now. I can take him from here.”

Erin nodded again. “Thanks,” she added quietly as she ducked out of the room, leaving Jay to stich him up.

*

“Hey babe,” Jay smiled feebly at her when they met at the L station around the corner from the hospital an hour later. It had been a long night, and they were both eager to get home and rest.

“Hey.” Erin was silent, keeping her head down as she fell into step alongside her boyfriend. Neither said a word as they climbed the stairs leading to the tracks.

When they reached the top—the train wouldn’t arrive for fifteen more minutes—Jay sighed, grabbing Erin’s hand and pulling her closer to him. “I’m sorry about before. I know you can take care of yourself, but the security guard was off doing who knows what and I just couldn’t stand there while that asshole put his hands on you.”

“I know.”

“But you’re still mad.”

“No, it’s not that,” she began, pausing as she pulled Jay with her to sit on an empty bench. “I just—wasn’t that kind of… I don’t know… making things—us—a little bit… obvious?”

“Fuck. I didn’t even think of that.” He leaned back against the bench, feeling foolish for not realizing how his actions may be interpreted. Despite wanted to shout from the rooftops that Erin was his girlfriend, he respected her desire to keep their personal life separate from work. He hated to think he might have compromised that. “I’m so sorry babe. But you know, I honestly would have done the same thing if it was April or Monique or Doris or any of the other nurses in there. It’s such bullshit that scumbags like that think they can manhandle you guys.”

Erin nodded. It was true, Jay was one of the good ones. There was no doubt in her mind that he would have intervened for anyone, it just so happened that she’d been stuck on that case. She smiled softly as she rested her head against his shoulder. “Thank you.”

“We okay?” When he felt her nod again, Jay leaned down to kiss her forehead.

*

When Erin returned to the hospital for her next shift, she discovered that her concerns were in vain. Sure, the ED was definitely abuzz with talk of Jay stepping in with a bad patient, but miraculously there was no mention of her name.

Of course, Jay’s heroic behaviour only made the nursing staff that much more infatuated with him.

Frankly if she heard another word about ‘Hero Halstead’ she thought she might throw up.

*

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Erin cursed under her breath, slamming the refrigerator door.

It had been the shift from hell—scratch that, the week from hell—and as far as she was concerned it could not be over soon enough.

A terrible late-night car accident had brought in a slew of victims, overwhelming the ED. Within a few hours, most had either been treated and released, or admitted and sent upstairs, so things were finally starting to quiet down a little—at least enough for Erin to get something to eat and catch up on her charting.

At least that’s what she had thought two hours earlier.

But instead of getting off her feet, she’d been running around like a madwoman. Apparently every single patient had banded together to drive her absolutely crazy. She had just cleaned up vomit for what was probably the twelfth time, only to get to the nurses’ station to discover that someone had eaten her turkey sandwich.

She just wanted to scream. Or throw something. Preferably at the asshole who stole her lunch.

Normally she wouldn’t get that upset about someone eating her food, but she and Jay had been on opposite shifts, which meant they had spent all of about five minutes together all week.

She was tired and cranky and missed her boyfriend.

And then right on cue, the elevator doors chimed and she looked up to see said boyfriend striding into the ED in his street clothes, looking happy and well-rested and sexy as all hell.

He smiled and said hello to a few people before glancing over to the nurses’ station, no doubt looking for her. They made eye contact for a split second—just long enough to say I love you, I miss you without words—and then he turned the corner toward the doctors’ lounge and was out of sight again.

Erin sighed dramatically as she headed for the vending machine. She leaned her forehead against the machine for a minute—internally debating between Doritos and a Hershey bar—before jabbing her finger at the buttons. The chocolate fell with a satisfying plunk, and she quickly snatched it up, taking a big bite as she made her way back to the nurses’ station.

When she glanced out the window on the way, she was appalled to see flakes of snowing falling from the sky. It was October. Some days she really fucking hated Chicago.

By the time she returned to the desk she had managed to rally a bit. She kept reminding herself that she only had to get through one more hour. Just one hour until she could go home and hibernate under her fluffy duvet for two whole days.

Her moderately good mood—if you could even call it that—disappeared immediately. There were a few other nurses at the station, and every single one of them was openly gawking at her boyfriend. Again.

He was chatting with his attending as they updated the OR board, and those bitches—bad mood was back in full swing—were drooling over him like he was a piece of meat.

Erin couldn’t deny that he looked damn good in his scrubs. He always did. But that day was like a whole other level of hot. Maybe it was just because it had been a while—damn the long hours and opposite schedules—but whatever the reason, she could already feel her blood pressure spiking at the sight of him.

Yanking her phone out of her pocket, she stormed down the hall in a huff.

*

Erin was pacing around the on-call room when there was a gentle rapping at the door. Before she had a chance to respond, the door creaked open and Jay poked his head around it.

“Hey,” he greeted, carefully closing the door behind himself. “You paged me? What’s wrong?”

“I need you.”

“Babe, you paged 911—do you need a consult or something?”

If she wasn’t so wound up, she probably would have laughed at his question. “No, I need you,” she breathed out, her voice husky with desire as she wrapped her arms around his neck and smashed her lips against his. Her hands moved lower, grabbing the drawstring of his scrubs to pull him closer, her fingers quickly slipping beneath the waistband.

Jay grabbed her wrists, removing her hands from his pants and taking a deep breath as he stepped back. “Erin, we’re at work.”

“So? Haven’t you seen Grey’s Anatomy? People fuck in on-call rooms all the time. It’s practically what they’re for.”

Any hesitation on Jay’s part went out the window as soon as her hands found their way back, stroking him through the fabric. “Fuck,” he groaned as she pushed him down onto the bed, throwing her leg over him and straddling his waist.

The bedsprings creaked obnoxiously as they moved together, so when Erin climbed off of him to strip out of her scrubs, Jay took the opportunity to pick her up and push her back against the wall. As he thrust into her, he kissed her deeply, swallowing the cries of pleasure spilling from her lips. She wrapped her legs tightly around him, locking her ankles against his lower back, driving him to go harder, faster, deeper.

She came with a wild moan that sent Jay over the edge right along with her. Her body went lax in his arms as they both struggled to catch their breath.

“You’re going to kill me,” Jay panted, peppering soft kisses across her bare shoulder. “But wow, what a way to go.”

They were almost dressed by the time Jay’s pager started beeping incessantly. He straightened his shirt as he looked at the screen. “Shit, this really is 911!” He crouched down to tie his shoelaces before jumping up to kiss her quickly. “I’m sorry, I’ve gotta run babe. I’ll see you at home.”

*

They had developed a pretty perfect system to keep their personal and professional lives separate. When they worked the same shifts, they rode the L to and from the hospital together—usually with Erin half asleep and resting her head against Jay’s shoulder—then held hands until they were a block away from the hospital. She took the elevator; he took the stairs.

So despite the occasional close call or near miss, they had managed to keep their secret pretty well.

Until that day.

Jay had been in surgery for hours—the way bullets flew around in Chicago, he might as well be back in Afghanistan—and was just getting ready to close when an intern burst into the operating room. “What’s going on Schmitt?”

“Dr. Halstead, they need you in the ED,” the intern explained, unable to hide the shakiness in his voice.

“I’m kind of in the middle of something here.”

��Yes, I know, but… shots were fired.”

Jay’s blood ran cold at Schmitt’s words—Erin was on shift. “Was anyone hit?”

“I’m not sure. It’s locked down.”

Jay turned to the junior resident who had been working alongside him. “You okay to close up?” Before the young woman could even finishing nodding her head, he was already rushing out of the OR, yanking off his gloves and mask and running toward the ED.

Even though he knew it was on lockdown, he was still taken aback by the police presence. The halls were filled with officers, most dressed in full tactical gear as they gathered together to hatch out a plan of action.

He whipped his phone out of his pocket, scrolling through countless messages and notifications, desperately looking for any word from Erin. His heart pounded in his chest as he read her messages—she was in there. He didn’t know if she’d be able to answer, but he quickly typed a response asking if she was okay. He needed her to be okay.

When his phone vibrated in his hand a few seconds later, relief washed over him.

I’m fine, but Monique was hit. She’s losing a lot of blood, Jay.

Jay rushed forward, pushing past the throngs of people to where the police had blocked off the ED. “You need to let me in there!”

“Halstead,” Goodwin piped in, holding up a hand to stop him from going any closer, “you need to take a step back and let the police do their jobs.”

“I’m sorry Ms. Goodwin, but I can’t do that.” He turned to address the officer in charge, trying to keep his voice steady. “I need to go in there. There are innocent people back there—patients, nurses. And at least one of them is down.”

“Dr. Halstead, I assure you we have the situation under control,” the sergeant explained.

And then another round of gunshots rang out.

While most of the other people gathered in the hallway ducked or screamed, Jay pressed on. “With all due respect, it doesn’t seem like you have anything under control! There’s at least one person in there who’s bleeding out right now. I’m a trauma surgeon, I can help.”

“Sir, this is more than just a medical emergency. We can’t just put a civilian into a live and clearly dangerous situation. It’s against CPD protocol.”

“Fuck your protocol, my girlfriend is in there!” Jay bellowed, no longer caring who knew about their relationship. He just need her to be okay. He’d transfer to another hospital if he had to. Or flip burgers at a fucking McDonalds. He’d do anything, he just couldn’t lose her. “I’m not a civilian, I was in the military. I’ve been trained for these types of situations—and for worse ones. Now let me through!”

Maybe it was the desperation in Jay’s voice, or maybe it was just because they didn’t have any other options, but the police managed to negotiate with the shooter. He was just a scared kid, no more than fifteen years old, desperate to get treatment for his sick mother. Knowing he didn’t want anyone to die, they convinced him to let a doctor—Jay—come in.

“You sure about this?” The sergeant asked as he fastened a bulletproof vest over Jay’s scrubs.

Jay nodded resolutely as they held the door for him. He had never been more sure about anything in his life.

He entered the ED slowly, his hands held up in front of him, showing the shooter that he was not a threat. His eyes quickly scanned the room, taking in every detail of his surroundings. Most of the exam room doors were shut with the curtains closed, as was standard practice in a volatile situation. But he saw a few patients and staff members sitting in the waiting area, visibly trembling in fear.

But there was no sign of Erin or Monique anywhere.

“Where…?” Jay asked the shooter.

The boy didn’t speak; he just waved his gun at the desk.

When Jay finally saw Erin, he wanted take her in his arms and never let her go. But she was otherwise occupied, her hands busy pressing against Monique’s abdomen, applying pressure to stop her colleague from bleeding out. Falling to his knees beside them, Jay lifted Erin’s hand from the wound, squeezing it in his own as he assessed the injury.

She definitely needed surgery. And soon.

Knowing that time was of the essence, Jay quickly explained to Erin what they needed to do to stabilize Monique. When his girlfriend nodded in understanding and began following his instructions, he turned his attention to the shooter, his hands once again held in the air as he spoke. “Hey buddy, my name’s Jay.”

“Shut up!” The kid yelled across the ED, waving the gun around.

Jay wasn’t phased by the weapon in front of him, he just continued, figuring that as long as the kid was talking, he wouldn’t be shooting anyone else. “Listen, I know you’re worried about your mom, but this isn’t the way.”

“She’s going to die!” He cried, tears flowing down his cheeks. “They couldn’t help her! It’s not fair!”

“I know. I lost my mom when I was about your age, and it sucks. But buddy, trust me when I say she wouldn’t want this for you. I know you’re scared, but I really need you to put down your gun and let me to get this woman into surgery.”

“No, no one goes anywhere!”

“If we don’t operate soon, she’s going to die. Killing this woman doesn’t help you or your mom. It doesn’t make things any better.” Jay could see the boy’s resolve breaking. “Please.”

*

Jay watched as they wheeled Monique to the OR.

He had managed to convince the kid to drop his weapon, and the police breached the ED seconds later, cuffing the kid as hospital staff checked on the other patients. Fortunately, no one else had been hurt.

Jay knew he needed to get down to the OR too, but before he followed Monique’s gurney, he turned to Erin, pulling her into his arms and holding her tightly as he captured her lips with his own. It was the kind of kiss that said more than any words ever could—how much he loved her, how scared he was of losing her, how relieved he felt that she was unharmed.

And in that moment, even Erin didn’t care who saw.

*

“So you’re the girlfriend,” Monique stated, smiling sheepishly as Erin entered her hospital room the next morning. She had only been awake from surgery for a couple of hours, and news of Erin and Jay’s relationship had already spread around the hospital.

Erin nodded her head as she settled into the chair beside Monique’s bed, taking the younger nurse’s hand in her own. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything before.”

“Well I’m sorry I hit on your boyfriend,” Monique joked, wincing as pain shot through her side. “You’re a lucky woman.”

Erin nodded again, smiling as she glanced out the room and into the hallway where Jay was hard at work reviewing a chart with an intern. “I really am.”

*

As nice as it was to finally stop worrying about hiding their relationship, they did find themselves missing the added layer of privacy. It had been nice to have one thing that was just theirs.

So when Jay got down on one knee and asked Erin to be his girl forever, it was in the comfort of their own home, dressed in sweatpants on a quiet Sunday evening.

And when they got married a few months later, it was a quiet ceremony at city hall, with just their families present. Rings would get in the way at work anyway, so they wore them on chains around their necks, keeping their love for each other close to their hearts, safely hidden away under their scrubs.

Their little secret.

#linstead #linstead fanfiction #my writing #erin lindsay #jay halstead #linstead au #feels good to be posting again #but it's been so long i barely remembered how

[dahyun]

i feel like people hype up gg whenever they come out with a "girl crush" concept and i'm so over. like if you can appreciate them when they do other concept, then you can't come crawling back whenever this "girl crush" comes back. apparently "girl crush" concept equals "superior" but whatever. i don't even know if this makes sense lol. but i'm just saying.

i get what u mean!!! i remember when twice’s fancy teasers came out, ppl thought it was gonna be a more girl crush type of concept, and were saying shit like “finally twice is gonna get a REAL song!!111″. and people abandon clc whenever they don’t do a girl crush concept. (’where are you’ was so good n i’m still bitter that it flopped lol) it annoys me SOOOOOOO much, i can’t stand ppl that think girl crush is the only good concept for girl groups or whatever. i understand having a preference but so many ppl shit on girl groups that do brighter concepts and act like they’re superior for liking ~badass~ groups

#Anonymous #ask

[swanderful1]

Ambient Light: Ch 1/?

Summary: The year is 1952, and one of Broadway’s most creative minds Killian Jones has just returned to New York from a self-imposed exile armed with what he believes to be his most ambitious production yet. But with his entire reputation riddled with scandal, the success of the show is imperative. And for that he needs to perfect star to bring his dreams to life. He just never expected to find someone as captivating as Emma Swan.

Note: Sooooooo this one I’ve had on the mind for a long time and didn’t necessarily have the confidence to move forward with it until recently. It’s quite different than most of my writing but is deeply fun to write. So please enjoy the first FULL CHAPTER it’s about 4,500 words. Read the prologue and follow along on AO3 and ffnet. 

Per usual thank you to my sweet sweet patient beta @resident-of-storybrooke and @onceuponaprincessworld for not giving up on me. 

December 1949: New York has high hopes for the return of Liam and Killian Jones. While the pair of brothers is considered to be responsible for Broadway’s golden age, their four most recent works were critical and financial disappointments riddled with outside controversy. It has been 3 years since the two worked together on a show and the whole town is watching in anticipation to see the return of an original Jones production.

The New York Times, Will Scarlett

December in New York City. It was unlike anything Emma had ever experienced. The loud, bustling streets. The Christmas lights strung from every pole. The energy of a place where everything was happening. It was a long way from her small Pennsylvania home. And it was fairly often, in the three months since she had moved here, that she wondered if she was completely in over her head.

“Blue or purple?” Elsa asked holding up two sequined dresses. Drawing Emma’s gaze away from the singular window in their apartment. On the street below the snow covered the sidewalks and lined the streets. It had started hours ago and showed no signs of slowing down.

“Elsa there’s absolutely no way we’re making it to Nell’s tonight,” Emma had always been tough but she doubted her ability to trek the 20 blocks to work in this snow.

“Nell’s doesn’t close for anything, Em.” Elsa held the blue up in front of her. Long ice blonde hair was tied loosely in a braid down her back. She had been one of the first people Emma had met when she moved to New York. “I think the blue.”

“Always the blue,” Emma smiled and stood from her unmade, lumpy twin bed. She, Elsa, and Elsa’s sister Anna shared a 1 room apartment on the Upper West Side. It was cramped and most of the time a mess, but it was $18 a week and just about all of them could afford on a cocktail waitress income. “Are you actually going to talk to him tonight?”

Elsa froze, Emma could see the tension in her friend’s body the second she even mentioned Liam Jones.

“He comes in every Saturday night, always sits in your section…” Emma zipped her friend into the form fitting sequin dress. The high neck only elongated her figure. And her bright blue eyes were enhanced by its shimmer. “And you always blush when I bring him up.”

“What in the world would Liam Jones want with someone like me?”

Emma rolled her eyes. The day her best friend started recognizing herself as a catch would be the day Hell froze over.

“I know I know, we do this every week.” Elsa spun to face Emma.

“And when will you start listening to me?”

“Probably never!” called a voice from the closet. The one small, shared closet the three girls had was overflowing with cocktail dresses and jackets and clothes that operated on a rotational basis between Elsa, Anna, and Emma. “Don’t feel bad Emma she doesn’t listen to me either.”

Anna emerged from the closet wearing a slinky black dress, it had been Emma’s when she moved to the city and was on its last threads. But it worked for the dark, seedy bar serving drinks to finance guys and their mistresses. That was the kind of place Nell’s was.

“I’ll wear the red,” Emma finally said throwing on the dress Elsa had tossed on her bed. Though her tips were often completely based on how much effort she put into her appearance, she couldn’t force herself to care. No matter what she would freeze on their walk to the bar, and her hair would curl under the falling snow.

Twenty minutes and several layers of make up later Emma found herself walking, no sliding, down the sidewalk toward Nell’s. She thought about turning back several times. But something propelled her forward. Some unknown force out there that made her want to charge ahead. Little did she know it was a night that would change her entire life. And despite her razor sharp intuition, no amount of awareness could have warned her of it.

Nell’s was packed, Emma had never seen it like this before. The unassuming Lower West Side bar was a staple for people who didn’t want to be seen. It was tucked away on a lonely side street and you had to walk down a flight of stairs to get inside. Haphazard pictures of patrons from years prior lined the walls. The green shades over the hanging lights gave the place a dim hue where you could still see the person near you but not so bright that it wrecked the mood. It was an intimate place, for secret affairs and new quiet love. It wasn’t much, but it was a job. And Emma needed a job desperately. Especially one that allowed her time during the days to go to auditions.

“Why is it so packed? In this weather I thought no one would brave it,” Emma said through chattering teeth as she shimmied out of her black wool coat.

“Look over there,” Elsa pointed. At one of the tables reserved for the high rollers at the poker ring that operated underground down the street sat Liam Jones and someone else Emma had never seen before.

“Who’s that?” she asked assessing the dark figure sitting next to the regular.

“I think… I could be wrong but that looks like the other Jones brother.”

“Liam has a brother?” Emma tried to recognize any family resemblance between the two. Surface wise, the only similarity was that they both wore well tailored suits. Where Liam was light Killian was dark. Liam with his curly brown hair, Killian with jet black hair in the dim light of the bar. His eyebrows furrowed as he stared out toward the stage. The scruff on his face highlighting an angular jaw.

“Yeah, that’s definitely him. I saw a picture of him in the Times,” Anna whispered. “He’s back.”

“Um… where was he?” The way Anna said ‘he’s back’ sounded so ominous to Emma. Like wherever he had been had not been a good place.

“Exiled to London.” Anna said as she stacked drinks on a small round tray. Most were amber liquid in straight looking glasses. “He left three years ago to avoid a massive scandal.”

“What scandal was too big for New York?” Emma asked, polishing the glasses behind the bar.

“Have you honestly never heard of the Jones brothers?” Elsa asked incredulously, tossing her braid over her shoulder as she put away the glasses Emma polished. “They wrote Lullaby, and A Lonely Night in New York. They produced Carousel, they were original investors in Oklahoma…”

“Broadway royalty. Everything they touched turned to gold,” Anna chimed in. Like it was so unbelievable that Emma had no clue what it meant to be in a room with the Jones brothers.

“Then what happened?” Emma asked, eyeing the other Jones as coolly as she could. There was an arrogance to him. She could tell from here. His aloofness penetrated a one hundred foot radius around him. He rubbed his jaw and then his eyes, looking even more bored than when she first noticed him. Elitist.

“What always happens? He had an affair… with this woman who was married to one of the wealthiest men in Manhattan. Conveniently that man had been funding most of their productions. And then when he found out he pulled the plug. On everything.”

“Their next 3 shows flopped and Killian left the city to ride out the scandal in London where they’re from. But I guess now he’s back.”

Back he was, though Emma had no idea he had ever been here before. A string of young women moved in and out of the table. It was a seat in the house everyone wanted. Next to two of the most powerful people in theater. Well, formerly powerful.

Emma busied herself with all of her tables. As singer after singer went on stage she wondered if she ever might get up there. Even in this dark, dank venue where there weren’t more than forty people it still seemed like the best possible place to be. On that stage. Underneath the glow of the lights. She watched as the man on stage crooned to the words of a slow, whimsical tune.

I get along without you very well, of course I do. Except when soft rains fall

Stage fright had plagued her for as long as she could remember. The fear of being watched and observed on a stage. But at the same time it fueled her. Every choice she made in her life was to get closer to being up there.

And drip from the leaves, then I recall The thrill of being sheltered in your arms

The song was one Emma recognized from her childhood. Pennsylvania seemed so far away from where she was in this moment. Lost in watching this man perform on a small stage with nothing but a piano and a microphone. He was older than Emma, with a smooth voice and light hair. A boyish look to his face that didn’t match his mature singing voice.

I’ve forgotten you just like I should Of course I have Except to hear your name

Emma wiped down tables as she moved through the room. Dodging customers she knew wanted their privacy, engaging with those who loved to talk her ear off. Careful to avoid the ones who felt the need to grab her. It wasn’t until the song stopped that she realized someone was trying to get her attention.

“Miss?” a light English accent lilted from a few feet away. And Emma had locked gazes with the most striking pair of blue eyes she had ever seen.

“Yes?” she managed to say despite her embarrassment being caught lost in the song.

“Can I have another whiskey? Neat?”

“Sure.” Emma walked over to the table where Killian Jones now sat, alone, and grabbed his empty cup. “Any particular kind?”

“Doesn’t matter, love,” he said dismissively. She could hardly see him around the cloud of smoke. There was always a light layer of smoke in the club, the aroma of cigarettes. But the air around Killian Jones was extra cloudy.

As she moved away she watched Liam approach with another young woman following closely behind. She couldn’t have been much older than Emma. Short red hair. A heavy face of painted on make-up. A fur coat that likely cost more than Emma would make in a year. The girl sat on the end of the booth, right next to Killian.

“Earth to Emma.”

“Huh?” Emma snapped out of her staring just in time to watch the whiskey spill over the sides of the glass. “Damn it.”

“Something interesting over there?” Anna teased. Though there was no way she could have known where Emma was looking, the bar was too dark for that. “Do you need a minute?”

“I’m fine, just a little tired is all.”

“Well, take it easy, okay?” Anna swapped out the spilled glass of whiskey with a fresh one. Poured perfectly. “Here. And take a break if you need one.”

Emma watched as Anna navigated between tables to serve a loud group of men sitting opposite the stage. For the most part, the bar was a quiet place, for discrete types. Crowded. But quiet. Every now and again they would get a raucous group of people.

Silently, Emma sat the drink down on the table in front of Killian. Trying not to make eye contact with him and slink away into the dark.

“Excuse me?” the woman sitting next to him piped up just as Emma was about to turn her back. “I’ll have whatever he had.”

Emma eyed the woman up and down. And while she tried to be demure, lovely at work she knew her expression had to appear with disbelief.

“A whiskey… neat?” Emma scoffed.

The woman looked at her like she couldn’t believe the audacity of a cocktail waitress to make any kind of comment that was anything less than directly accommodating.

“Sorry, uh, coming right up.” Emma was about to turn when she caught sight of a smirk on the broodier Jones’ face. Or at least she thought it was a smirk.

After several more runs back and forth to the bar, Emma checked the time. Midnight. Her feet were killing her in the heels she had to wear. It was why she preferred to work behind the bar. At least then she could wear flats. But she Elsa, and Anna switched off and tonight was Elsa’s night to be off the floor. Which Liam Jones did not seem to be thrilled with.

“I can’t take them anymore,” Anna sighed setting down her tray on the bar. It had been a few hours of working now and the initial facade of polite flirtation had faded. The girls were now lingering dangerously close to counting their tips in their head and envisioning their walk home.

“What?” Emma asked pouring another round of whisky for the Jones table. This was their third round but the men were still uncharacteristically stiff around one another. Like they weren’t even brothers.

“That table over there…”

“HEY HONEY!” a loud voice yelled her way. Emma looked over and of course it was the table Anna was now hiding behind the bar avoiding.

“I’ve got it,” Emma nodded, before handing the tray of whiskey to Anna. “Take this to the broadway royalty table please. They’re boring me.”

“What can I get for you?” Emma said in the sweetest voice she could muster once she reached the disruptive group of men. Given the circumstances.

“Another round for the table, and something stiff for you as well,” the man at the head commented. He wore a wrinkled suit and with some sort of grease stain down the front. And his leering gaze made Emma highly uncomfortable despite the fact that she was fully clothed. His rounded chubby face was red from drink and his dirty hands wrapped around his pitcher, draining what was left into his mouth. When he set the cup back down Emma noticed a wedding ring on his finger. Somewhere out there he had a wife.

“Coming right up,” she gritted through her teeth.

Emma spun on her heel and walked heavily to another table. But her eyes kept finding Killian Jones.

It wasn’t a feeling she normally succumbed to. Intrigue. Most people were plain as day to her, motives clear. But for whatever reason she wondered about this man. Compared to the other tables filled with groups now feeling the effects of a night of drinking, he stuck out. Liam was now over at the bar, trying desperately to capture Elsa’s attention. And the girl who had been with them was boredly watching the next performer on stage.

As Killian Jones’ eyes were locked with hers, he drained the glass in his hand and set it gently down on the table.

“Can I get you another?” she asked when her feet carried her right to him. Emma supposed she was desperate to avoid the rowdy table she had walked away from.

“Actually no, I am here on a specific mission,” he said smoothly. Despite the loudness of the bar he didn’t need to yell for her to hear him loud and clear. He was handsome up close, arrogant to be sure but handsome nevertheless.

“Most people come in because they’re lonely. Or trying to hide someone.” Nell’s had certainly seen its fair share of affairs. Emma wondered if Killian had come here with the woman he had an affair with.

“Actually, love, neither of those are my purpose for being here.” He leaned back in the booth his arms, the air thick with his arrogance.

“Ah, I see you two have found each other,” said Liam who seemingly appeared out of nowhere with two glasses of whatever the man at the table was drinking. “Emma Swan this is Killian Jones, Killian this is Emma.”

The man with the blue eyes kept his gaze on her. Not in a way that made her feel violated, the way the men at the big table had. No, the way this Killian Jones looked at her was analytical. Not that she minded.

“Emma, Killian is my brother. Back from a long trip home to London. And we are in a bit of a jam.” Liam resumed his place next to his brother just as the girl next to Killian scurried off toward one of the bouncers who had just walked in. “We are looking to cast our next show.”

“Oh?” Emma was intrigued. Why would two people who could cast anyone they want, look in a hole in the wall bar for their show?

“We hear there are quite a few talented people who perform here regularly. And we’re looking for someone no one’s heard of yet.” Liam said pouring some champagne into three flutes. He was a kind man, Liam was. He knew every cocktail waitress by name and tipped generously. “Do you have a favorite?”

“Hmm…” Emma thought for a moment. She worked most nights of the week and each night there was a string of new performers. However Saturday was the busiest. “Well you’re here a good night. Saturday is typically the strongest lineup. Gino’s up next, he’s amazing plus he plays the saxophone.”

Liam took the third champagne flute and offered it to Emma, who politely waved it away. She didn’t enjoy drinking on the clock. It made her slower.

“Tanya goes on around 1 and she can really keep a crowd. She’s new. From Jersey.”

“Hey honey, I thought you were getting us another round!” the grotesque group of men she had served before encountering Killian and Liam called to her.

“Excuse me,” she said to the brothers before briskly walking away.

“It’s busy tonight, I was distracted,” she replied without thinking once she reached the other table. .

“Maybe if I was as pretty as your boyfriend over there I could have your attention,” the red-faced man at the head seat said.

“He is not my boyfriend,” Emma bit back. Her tolerance for disrespect fading fast.

“Oh yeah?” he grabbed her, pulled her up against him.

His chubby arms engulfing her entire waist. Emma squirmed at the contact, pressed to him she could smell the liquor seeping through his sweat. He half pressed her body against the edge of the table which kept her in place.

“Then why is he walking over here right now? Huh?”

Emma’s head turned slightly, the only part of her body not encased in this man’s disgusting grasp. Sure enough Killian Jones was walking toward them. His face hardened into a glare. What did he think he was going to do? Save her? My, my how noble of him.

Emma let him get a little closer, until Killian was only a few feet away. That was when she moved. Her leg that was pressed against the table was secure for leverage, the other was free to move. Or more appropriately it was free to stomp on her aggressor’s foot with the heel of her shoe.

When he bent over in pain he bumped her chin and she bit clean through her lip. Emma felt the blood begin to ooze from her as he somehow had the audacity to cling to her for support. She lifted her knee and hit him in the crotch, fully releasing herself from his grasp. Still bent over she slammed his head into the wooden table and he fell to the floor. Emma stepped away from the keening man. Not another soul at that table dare approach her. The only one who did was Killian Jones.

“I tried to get here fast enough, I’m sorry, love,” he said in the most charming tone she had ever heard.

“It’s alright.” Emma used her sleeve to wipe the blood from her lip, ever the lady. “I don’t make a habit of waiting for other people to save me.”

She wasn’t sure if he was impressed by her or scared of her. Most of the other men around were twice her size but in no way did they press her. Killian’s reaction was different though, he appeared almost amused as he reached into his pocket and handed her a linen cloth.

“Emma what happened?” Anna’s soft voice drew Emma out of her anger. The friendly faced redhead with her hair braided in two pulled Emma toward her.

“Just Johnny getting too cosy with me again without my consent,” Emma spit the remaining blood from her mouth onto the floor near where he lay, then daintily gave the handkerchief back to Killian. “Thank you for your token, Mr. Jones. But as you can see I am quite alright.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt that.” The smirk on his face was evident despite the effort he was making to disguise it.

With that Killian was off, bowing gracefully and leaving her presence. Emma watched him as he sauntered back to his table.

Her eyes remained on him even as she followed the two sisters to the stockroom.

“What was that?” Anna whisper yelled, shoving Emma down to a stack of boxes. “Are you crazy? That man was twice your size.”

“I still won,” Emma said spitting out more blood onto the floor. She could taste the crimson in her mouth and it only made her more angry.

“Not the point,” Elsa bent down to wipe her friend’s mouth with a wet rag. She was gentler than her sister but Emma could still see concern. “There is security for a reason.”

“If I had waited for security he would have won.”

Elsa rolled her eyes as she continued to wipe Emma clean. There were a few times when Emma was grateful for the heels. This moment was one of them. Imagine trying to stomp out someone in a sensible flat.

“Did Liam talk to you?” Elsa asked after a few minutes and Anna had gone back out to tame the dwindling crowd. The clock said it was nearing 2 am now, which meant the night was almost over. “I told him you’re an actress, you know, they’re trying to cast their next show.”

“You what?”

“Em, this could be your big break!”

“What about you? Or anyone else?” Emma’s nerves kicked in. Somehow she could reduce a grown man to crying on the floor, but getting up on stage. It still freaked her out.

“Come on… you know how talented you are. It’s why you’re here.” Elsa stood, reaching out her hand. They had hid away long enough. “At least go audition. See what happens.”

Emma paused a moment. Looking around at the shelves lined with liquor bottles and glassware. The ice bucket overturned in the corner. It was so dingey and worn. The whole place was. And, as far as Emma was concerned, it was good money. When you grow up with no money, anything is good. But did she really move to New York to stand still?

“Alright, but if you don’t get moving soon you may end up here the rest of your life. Kneeing men in the crotch until you’re 90.”

“Maybe that’s what I want,” Emma joked. Her friend smiled back at her, the bone structure of Elsa’s face was so fair and dainty. Every angle, even the fluorescent light in the stock room, was flattering. The two girls walked arm and arm back out to the floor to work the remainder of the night.

And thankfully the table of men who harassed Emma had gone.

The remaining hour of Emma’s shift was far less eventful, the tables had mostly cleared. The space was quieter. And she watched as the last performer of the night left the stage. She could officially go home.

Outside the snow had stopped but the ground was still slush and the air was still cold. There was something so peaceful about the middle of the night after a snowstorm. Especially in New York. During the day this street was full of life, people, cabs. But right now it was scarce. The quiet pocket of the city was like a secret. One that only the patrons of Nell’s knew about.

Emma was waiting for Anna and Elsa to finish up when she felt a tap on her shoulder.

“Emma Swan, was it?” the smooth english accent hit her like a brisk wind. “How’s your lip?”

For the first time she got a good look at him. Killian Jones. Who was considerably taller than her. And much too pretty to be anything but a sculpture.

“I’ll live,” she joked, as she felt it with her tongue she realized it would probably be swollen in the morning. Well, it already was the morning.

“You know I’ve been in a lot of bars before and never seen anything quite like that.”

“Glad you got to see the show.”

“Emma! We’re freezing!” Anna called from a few feet away. Emma had been so distracted again by Killian Jones she had hardly noticed her friends were ready for the walk home.

“It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Jones,” Emma said, daintily, extending her hand to shake his.

“You as well, Swan.” He nodded, taking her hand in his and shaking. The small gesture one that brought a slight smile to her numb from the cold face. She thought he might add ‘I hope to see you again’ but he didn’t. Which was probably for the best.

Though the night was freezing cold, there was a fire burning beneath her skin from where her hand had met Killian’s. She couldn’t quite pin it, the feeling that lingered in the pit of her stomach, but her intuition about going into work had been right. As Elsa, Anna and Emma walked arm in arm back to their little apartment, Emma smiled. Vowing to ice her lip when she got home.

It was a night, an encounter that would change her life, and the fire beneath her skin was only the beginning.

#cs ff au #cs ff #captain swan #captain swan fanfiction #cs au #cs fic #cs fanfics #emma swan #killian jones

[draftmare]

Oh my gosh, things are happening and I'm so excited, and hopefully this doesn't jinx anything.

I had a Trilogy rep come out Saturday. I wasn't really interested in a Trilogy as they are hecking expensive, but she was the only fitter I could find that could reflock the Hastilow. So during the process of our fitting she asks me if I want to sit in her demos. I made it clear I can't afford a new Trilogy but play along because why not. Not very often one gets to sit in a bunch of high end saddles in a bunch of different seat sizes and styles. And of course I fall in love with a saddle that fits me perfectly. It's a 19 inch, and that seat size felt sooooooo much better than the 18 inch Hastilow. I was actually down in the saddle.

So I ride in it. It was a totally different feeling and I was pretty embarrassed to be flopping around in front of the fitter, but it fit me sooooooo good. I get home and start looking around online. I didn't have high hopes of finding a 19 inch, brown, wide tree dressage saddle in their brand. Turns out the company has a 19 inch demo on clearance on their Facebook page. It was posted back in November, so I figure there is no way it's still available. I reach out to the fitter and hold my breath. Meanwhile I start looking at other brands and even almost pulled the trigger on an 18 inch Trilogy.

Turns out the 19 inch is still available!!!!! And for $2000 less than a brand new one. It's not even really a demo, it's a new saddle that the person who ordered it backed out on. It's been ridden in twice.

I'm so excited!! It's going to be shipped to the fitter who will bring it to me to fit. I'm just so over the moon excited. Very glad I managed some patients and didn't pull the trigger on the 18. Even as a demo it's a bit above what I was hoping to spend, but I'm finding myself willing to do so because it means I will have a real person helping me instead of trying to do things though email, and if there are any issues she will be able to come help me in person.

Aaaaaah I'm so excited!!!

#dressage #dressage saddle #brown dressage saddle

[bluesfortheredj]

Another magazine, another photograph of Taron and Eve together, smiling up at you from the page.

“Urgh,” you scoff, throwing it down onto the coffee table in front of you. It skids across the top of the table and lands at Taron’s feet, then he picks it up and gives gives you a frown as he places it gently where it should have landed.

“What on earth did this poor magazine do to you?!” he asks, trying to lift the sad look from your face.

“You don’t want to know,” you reply with a sigh.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, sitting down next to you with one leg folded underneath him so he can face you. Your eyes dart from the magazine to his face, and you shrug.

“Nothing really. Just want to go home,” you reply quietly, then get up to go into the bathroom to calm down. As you pass Taron, you stroke his cheek softly, letting him know you weren’t mad at him, and he calls out to you just before you disappear.

“We’ll be home soon,” he reassures, “then it’s just the premiere to go.”

“I know,” you nod, before shutting the door behind you. Taron immediately goes for the magazine, picking it up and flicking through the pages until he comes across the picture of himself and Eve, then suddenly everything clicks into place for him, and he realises exactly why your moods had been a bit up and down recently.

“Oh, shit,” he sighs to himself. He gets up and chucks the magazine in the bin, covering it with some wrappers that were already in there, and then gets his laptop out to go hunting for something for you to wear to the premiere.

You knew this wasn’t his fault, and you hated that he was the one who saw you so moody all the time, but at the moment there was no one else you could vent to, and you were glad you were heading back to London soon so you could see your friends and have a much needed gossip.

“Right, I’m off then,” Taron announces when you come out of the bathroom, now dressed instead of in your pyjamas, “I’ll see you later. You can start packing if you want, we’ve got an early flight tomorrow.”

“Yeah, I think I will. Do you want me to start on yours as well?”

“Go for it,” he smiles, kissing your forehead before heading towards the door, “love you.”

“Love you too,” you smile sadly as he shuts the door behind him. You flop down on the sofa for a while, trying to organise your anxious thoughts, then decide to get up and start packing already as the thought of going home lifted your spirits a little.

The next morning was a blur of waking up late and rushing to get to the airport, and Taron apologising for not plugging your phone in to charge and forgetting to set his alarm. The rush managed to distract you at least, and you ended up laughing about it all once your were finally on the plane heading back.

“That’s better,” Taron says as you settle down in your seats for take off, “a smile!”

“Shut up,” you scoff, giving him a gentle elbow in the side.

“You will still come with me to the premiere tomorrow, won’t you?” he asks, genuinely worried that after everything you’d been feeling recently, you wouldn’t want to go. You look into his eyes that were filled with hope, then give a small sigh and nod.

“Yeah, of course I will. I promised even before this press tour started, didn’t I?”

“Good!” he grins, “because I’ve got a surprise for you when we get home.”

“Great, now I’m going to spend seven hours wondering what it is,” you wink.

He takes your hand as you both lean back against the seats, closing your eyes as you prepare for take off, and you start to think about what this surprise could possibly be.

It was a long seven hours, but when you land, a wave of relief washes over you, and you both make it to the car that was waiting with minimal photographs being taken of the two of you. You start to tap your foot impatiently in the back of the car as you near your house; desperately wanting to get inside and see what Taron had got you, and he laughs at your telltale sign of excitement.

“Almost there!” he beams, and gives your thigh a gentle squeeze.

When you arrive back at the house, you’re first out of the vehicle; running up to the door and fishing the keys out of your bag as quickly as possible as you drop your bags to concentrate on opening the door. Once inside, you drag your bags in, and wait expectantly for Taron to join you, his pace purposely slow as he walks up the path with his suitcase.

“Come on!” you encourage, and he starts to laugh.

“I’ve missed this version of you,” he says as he finally walks through the threshold and shuts the front door behind him, “and I’m sorry if you’ve felt a little… Neglected.”

“It’s not your fault, you’ve been busy, I get it.”

“And I’m sorry that a certain someone has been photographed with me a lot...” he continues, knowing that this was the real reason you’d been a little on edge.

“No, no, that’s my fault. I let it get to me when I know it shouldn’t because it’s literally in your contract. I’m sorry,” you grimace, knowing what a bitch you’d been recently.

“But anyway, that’s all behind us now, and I thought I’d get you something for the premiere. Just to make sure you stand out when you’re glued to my hip all night,” he smirks, then nods up the stairs, knowing the gift was on your bed. You run up to the bedroom and he follows, then watches from the doorway as you open up a large Alexander McQueen box to find a black lace peplum gown with a plunging neckline and long sleeves. You gasp, your hands shaking as you lift it out of the box and hold it up in front of your face.

“Oh my fucking god,” you exhale, much to Taron’s amusement.

“Like it?” he asks.

“Like it? I love it. Holy crap, I can’t believe I’m going to wear McQueen.”

“Well you’d better believe it,” Taron smirks, “it’s yours.”

You place it gently back down in the box and run into Taron’s chest, wrapping your arms around his torso as tightly as you can as you mumble thanks into his jumper. He holds you tightly back, and buries his face into your hair, kissing your head over and over again.

“I love you. Only you, always you. Forever,” he sighs.

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Request: Taron x reader. Robin Hood's press tour is almost finishing. Reader is sooooooo jealous of Eve Hewson so she is very sad lately. Taron notices and tries to show reader how much he loves her by taking her the premiere. He buys a beautiful dress and makes a love declaration. Pls and thank you. Love your stories!

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