#lucky her she got to see both her boys play at the same time today

[miryum]

Foundling Villa- Chapter 2

Royal!Charles Leclerc x Reader. Princess Y/n is arranged to marry Prince Charles. There will be many ups and downs that the author hasn’t planned out yet, but read along to find out more! (Yes, I know that sounds super cheesy) Warnings per chapter. Hope you guys enjoy!

Warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of war

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Charles didn’t want to leave the palace. Leaving the palace meant seeing Princess Y/n. Leaving the palace meant getting married. Leaving the palace meant throwing away his freedom. 

“Charles, let’s go,” Lorenzo beckoned his younger brother. “Don’t throw a tantrum like a child.”

“I thought I would be able to choose,” Charles insisted for the umpteenth time. 

Queen Pascale sighed. “We had always known it was a possibility. Williams is a fine kingdom and Princess Y/n is a wonderful girl.” 

“We don’t need Williams,” Charles protested. “And you’ve never met Princess Y/n.” 

“They have excellent resources,” Lorenzo explained. “It will be a much needed boost to the economy. With Redull suspiciously on our borders it would be beneficial to remain strong. Also, since when do you care about marriage? Other than a few flings here and there, you’ve shown no interest to anyone in court. What could you possibly be throwing away?” 

Charles grumbled, refusing to let Lorenzo’s excellent argument get to him. “It’s not about if I have a girl, it’s about my freedom.” 

Arthur snickered. “You think you won’t have any freedom? Whenever you want you can get out of here. Go on a trip to Aston or Alpine. Y/n can’t stop you.” 

“Y/n?” Charles scoffed at the informalities. “Are you best friends?!” 

“She’s my future sister-in-law,” Arthur pointed out. “I’m not going to call a family member by their title.” 

“She’s hardly family,” Charles frowned. He wanted to cross his arms like a child. 

Pascale hit him on the arm. “Charles Marc! Do not talk that way about your future bride!”

“You’re wrong.” Charles continued to rant, “everyone talks about how when you get married, you’re tied down. You have to run everything by your spouse. You can’t just wake up and decide to spend all day shooting ducks. You need to tell her about it and then she may refuse you to do it.” 

“Charles, I’m sure she’s feeling the same way.” Pascale tried to talk some sense into her middle child. “She probably has hobbies she enjoys and is worried you’ll forbid her from continuing them. If you allow her to continue her endeavours, she’ll probably let you do yours. I had the same anxiety when I married your father,” she placed a loving hand on King Hervé’s arm. “But then I realised that he was a loving and kind man. I got very lucky, and if you do not make Princess Y/n feel the same way, I swear, Charles, I will skin you.” Charles flinched backwards and Arthur laughed loudly.

“Have you done it yet?” Lorenzo asked abruptly. 

“Lorenzo!” Queen Pascale cried, “What is with you boys today?!” 

“We’ll talk later,” Lorenzo made sure Charles agreed. “You too,” he said to Arthur. “Both of you need to know what you’re doing.” 

Charles almost gagged. Arthur grimaced. 

“Your Majesties,” a knight announced. “Princess Y/n of Williams has entered the palace gates.”

“Oh my!” Queen Pascale exclaimed, “Everyone outside! Let’s go! Aren’t you excited? Look your best.” 

“Hey, Charles,” Arthur took him by the arm and held him back as the rest of the Leclercs walked outside. “Don’t screw this up.” 

“Inspiring words,” Charles rolled his eyes. 

“I mean it,” Arthur grabbed his brother’s arm. “Papa was conversing with Jules the other day. I overheard them talking about the prospect of war.” 

“War?” Charles stared at his brother. “Arthur, are you sure your mind isn’t playing tricks on you?” 

Before Arthur could answer, the knight stepped back inside. “Your Highnesses, Queen Pascale is demanding your presence.” Charles shot Arthur a glance, but walked out the door. Arthur shook his head and followed. 

The two younger Leclerc brothers barely made it to their places before your carriage pulled up. However, you didn’t get out. Blurry shapes in the carriage danced around and Arthur whispered to Charles, “looks like she’s nervous too.”

A footman soon jumped down and sprung open the door. You grasped the footman’s hand and stepped down, your gown swishing around your ankles as you steadied yourself. Charles blinked once, an eyebrow quickly lifting before steadying his expression. His mother was right; you were beautiful. That hardly meant anything, though. Many girls in the court were attractive but were vain and only looked at him and his brothers as pocketbooks. When he saw you, however, all past concerns went out the window. You looked much more demure than he thought; much more fearful than he wanted you to be. You didn’t seem like the type of person to take control of his life. In fact, Charles felt an odd need to protect you. Your anxiousness worried him and he didn’t want you to feel scared in your new home. 

Awkwardly, you slowly faced the royal family. Charles made quick eye contact with you. His muscles contracted, keeping him in the rightful place with shoulders back, chin tilted slightly upward, hands clasped firmly before him, and feet shoulder-width apart. 

“God, be a statue, why don’t you?” Arthur muttered. 

You, on the other hand, bowed your head in silent greeting, fingers fiddling with your dress. One of your maids said something into your ear and you nodded, glancing back at her, eyelashes brushing your cheeks. You murmured something back and the footman readily moved to the back of the carriage and began unloading. Charles noticed how you peeked up at the sky, seeming surprised at the sun high in the clouds. He remembered Williams had a much colder climate than Enza did and wondered if you were regretting your choice at a long-sleeve dress. Taking a deep breath, you paced forward to stand before the King and Queen. 

“Your Majesties of Enza,” you curtsied, keeping your voice low and clam. “Thank you for housing me. My mother and father, King and Queen of Williams, send their regards and best wishes. It’s an honour to be here.” 

“Princess Y/n,” King Hervé said. “It’s a pleasure to have you join us in Enza. We welcome you and any of your guests with a warm heart. We hope you’ll be happy and comfortable here.” 

“Thank you,” you gestured to your maids. “This is Elena and Sara, my handmaidens. I hope they can accompany me during my stay.” 

“Of course,” Queen Pascale spoke up. “Any friend of yours is a friend of ours. Will you be joining us for dinner?” 

You tried to conceal a grimace. “Unfortunately, I’m feeling awfully tired after my trip. I’m sorry to disappoint, but the ride was incredibly long. I hope you don’t mind if I lay down?” 

Queen Pascale looked worried. “Whatever you need, dear. We can send up some food, if you like?” 

“That would be wonderful, thank you.” 

“In the morning, Prince Charles could introduce you to the palace and show you around.” It didn’t sound like a request, though you knew Queen Pascale was just trying to instigate a relationship between you and Prince Charles. 

“I would love to accompany him.” Admittedly, you wanted to get to know Prince Charles. If you were to marry him, you thought you should at least know the bare minimum. It would look bad if you didn’t know your husband’s favourite food.

King Hervé said, “Prince Charles can show you to your room if you would like to get settled in.” 

“That would be excellent, thank you.” 

Prince Charles offered his arm to you. The rest of the Leclercs sneaked inside, leaving the two of you alone. Elena and Sara dropped back, offering some space. 

Charles noticed your sky blue dress as the colours of Williams. He felt bad that your wedding dress was to be light red. Although, his pocket square and tie were to be blue, the same colour of your dress you now wore. It was supposed to be symbolic of the joining of unions and the intertwining of kingdoms. However, it was clear that you weren’t ready to let go of your kingdom. 

You slowly accepted his arm. Charles felt a pain in his chest. He didn’t want you to be frightened of him, even though he was against the marriage as well.  

If you got nothing else, he was satisfied with being friends with you. 

“I know you may not ever love me,” he started talking, leading you inside and up a flight of stairs. “And I’m fine with that. This doesn’t need to be a romantic marriage. However, I would like to be on good terms with you. I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to.”

You were suspicious. “I would thank you for that,” you said cautiously. 

“I understand you’ll need some time to trust me.” Prince Charles seemed thoughtful, a quality you were grateful for. He didn’t seem like a controlling man. Maybe if you both agreed to stay out of the others’ way, this marriage wouldn’t turn out as bad as you thought. 

“I know neither of us want this,” you admitted. “But you’re right; we could be cordial to one another.”

“I would be accepting of that,” Prince Charles nodded. 

Prince Charles stopped in front of a large door.”This is you. If you want, your maids could be placed in a room close to you.”

“I would like that, thank you.”

“I’m supposed to tell you that a week from now, we’ll finalise plans for the wedding. The actual marriage is to take place in a month. Your parents are aware, but if you would like to invite anyone else, I would suggest writing to them now.” Charles monologued the script he was expected to tell you.

“Understandable,” you said. “I hope you sleep well tonight.”

It was simply formalities, but Charles replied kindly, “Thank you. You as well.”

You gave the prince a half-smile as you stepped into your new room. Your maids scurried in after you. Charles decided he liked your smile. He wanted to see it more often, as good friends would.

Being forced to marry you wasn’t the worst that could happen. After all, at least you didn’t hate him.

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[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Zoe's Reprise: Part One

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.2k

Summary: Rossi needs your help when a young girl brings a case to his attention, unfortunately, at her death. High School reunion invitations have gone out, and you receive yours, unfortunately.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

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"I never teach my pupils; I only attempt to provide the conditions in which they can learn." - Albert Einstein

Today is an early day since you and Spencer can't sleep. Usually, you'd find something to do like play indoor mini golf or play some chess, but may as well come to work and get ready before everyone else comes in. Spencer is at his desk doing his morning puzzle while you get coffee for the both of you. You cap both cups and start to make your way to your desk when someone from the mailroom stops you.

"Are you Y/N?"

"Yes."

"This came for you."

You have to balance the two coffees in one hand in order to take the thick letter from the young man. Spencer notices you're struggling and comes over to take one coffee from you.

"What is that?" he asks when the young man walks away.

"I don't know. Nothing ever comes for me. Everything goes through JJ."

You set your coffee on your desk so you can open your letter. Inside is an invitation to one of your high school's reunions. Instead of keeping it the normal ten or twenty years since you've graduated, your classmates thought it'd be fun to make it a lucky thirteen years.

Thirteen years since you've seen some of the worst people you've ever met. You've seen a lot of criminals in your day, but nothing compares to high school girls and boys. They're ruthless, especially to someone with your abilities.

"It's a high school reunion invitation."

"What's wrong? You don't look too happy."

"I went to two high schools in Texas because my family had to move at the end of my sophomore year. The first high school I went to was in Dallas and then in Corpus Christi."

"So, what happened?" Spencer asks.

"I was a quiet kid. I didn't really join many clubs or stood out because that's not who I was. I got good grades but I was bullied a lot because of what I can do. I didn't have a lot of control over it like I do now.

"At my Dallas high school, I caught a teacher having sex with a student. I told the principal which got the teacher fired. When the whole school heard what happened, she became a laughingstock. She started bullying me, then her friends joined in, then the whole school and it got so bad that I had to transfer. I finished junior and senior year in Corpus Christi," you finish.

"Wow, I'm so sorry. Were things better for you at that other school?"

"In the beginning. No one knew who I was but then the same thing happened. I was more quiet than before, but I saw a kid in my class with bruises on his face. I knew he wasn't being treated right at home because all I could see was his father and alcohol bottles. I tried talking to him but people overheard. Once again, I overstepped. People hated me again until I graduated."

"Are you going to go to this reunion?"

"I don't know if I even want to. I'm afraid of what they'll say to me."

"That shouldn't matter. Who cares what they think?"

"You're absolutely right but I'm still scared. I'll think about it. If we have a case in that city at the same time as the reunion, then I'll go. If I do, then you have to be my date."

"I can do that," he smiles.

You kiss him quickly before heading over to Penelope's office with him. She, Derek, and JJ are in there to see the pictures of JJ's son.

"Ooh, let me see my godson!" you grin. JJ passes a few photos over to you, and your heart melts at how cute he is. "He's so cute! You really need to bring Henry over. We really want to babysit. You can sleep all day and relax and leave him to us."

"I did talk to him. We're going to make that happen," JJ chuckles.

"Yay!"

Penelope's phone rings, showing Rossi calling her from being on his annual leave.

"Is this David Rossi, the famous bestselling author David Rossi?" she jokes.

"What are you doing?" you ask over speakerphone. "You're not supposed to be calling on annual leave."

"I think it just ended."

"What do you mean?"

"Garcia, Cleveland police are sending you some files. Get JJ to distribute them to the team right away."

"What are we looking at?"

"I don't know yet. Just see if the team can find a connection with these crimes. I'll call you back in a few hours."

"Yes, sir."

"Back to work," JJ says and puts away her photos.

Zoe Hawkes was found dead this morning by a woman walking her dog. Her dog wouldn't stop barking until Zoe was discovered. Apparently, Zoe was at Rossi's book signing with the intention of talking to him about something, but you don't know if there is any other connection between the two of them.

Zoe was found next to her car with her keys still in her pocket, the car alarm was still activated, and there was no sign of a break-in. There was blunt-force trauma to her head and signs of strangulation. The murderer asphyxiated her with the scarf she was wearing. The motive must not be robbery otherwise her things would have been stolen. She had unused pepper spray in her purse, but you're unsure if she didn't want to use it or never got the chance to.

Local police went door-to-door to see if there were any witnesses but nothing came of it. Police theorize that Zoe was looking into murders that occurred in the area. Most recently, Kayla James was murdered and raped three days ago in a burglary-homicide, and they theorize that she was killed because she was snooping around the older case.

As the team gathers in the briefing room, Rossi is on the phone to give his input since he's in Cleveland right now. He has Zoe's laptop so Penelope can go through it, so while JJ presents the case, Penelope is working on getting access. JJ puts a map on the board with the location of all five victims, not including Zoe.

"All crimes are within a seven-mile radius," you note, "but all the neighborhoods are completely different. They range from poor to rich to industrial to residential."

"The physical locations are dissimilar but the operating zone's well-defined," Hotch adds.

"Okay, I'm in," Penelope says. She immediately looks at what she was looking at last through her search history. "The first thing she looks at is a crime column to probably stay current on her studies. The first three are the most recently opened documents she created."

"It looks like she was compiling empirical data about homicide trends in Cleveland," Spencer says. "Do you think she knew the killer?"

"I don't see any notes indicating suspects," Rossi says.

"Well, Dave, she's a criminology student. She's been taught to analyze statistics and apply theory, not investigate killers. Let's talk about what we know."

"Alright. Victim one is Travis Bartlett who was last seen at a gay bar," JJ lists. "He was shot at night in a park. Victim two is Lily Nicks, a thirty-four-year-old prostitute with her throat slashed. Victims three and four are June Appleby and Troy Wertsler who were shot in their car at a parking lot outside of a movie theater. Victim five was twenty-eight-year-old Kayla James who was killed in her home. She was bound with a bag over her head, and evidence of rape."

"The sixth victim was Zoe," you state.

"Victimology, weapons used, and COD are all different. It's hard to imagine it's even the same unsub."

"It can't be a coincidence that Zoe goes to Kayla James' house and gets murdered," Rossi argues.

"Alright, let's say it's the same killer. Does anyone see a pattern?" Hotch asks.

"With the first crime, the unsub shoots the victim. In the second crime, he rapes a woman and slashes her throat. With the third crime, he escalates to killing two people. By the fourth, he escalates even more to raping a woman, binding her, and suffocating her. It seems like every crime escalates to something worse. If it's the same killer, we can argue that there's a progression of violence with every kill."

"It could be an anger excitation offender getting more daring with each crime."

"I think I got something here," Derek chimes in and shows some of the pictures of the bodies. "Look at this: the slashes in the prostitute's throat are all shallow, unsure cuts. A telephone cord, rope, and duct tape were used on Kayla. It's like he couldn't decide how to bind her. Without a gun, this guy is inexperienced."

"Wait, doesn't the crime scene of the couple in the car remind you of anything?" you ask. "It looks like they were shot with a .44 Bulldog just like the Son of Sam used on his victims. The second crime reminds me of Jack the Ripper with similarities being it's a prostitute whose throat was slashed. Kayla was bound, tortured, raped, and suffocated with a bag over her head like BTK. Pen, what neighborhood was Travis found in?"

"At a park in the Kingsbury Run area."

"Zoe reminded me last night that Cleveland's most famous serial killer was the Butcher of Kingsbury Run. He found his victims in gay bars, shot them, and dumped their bodies there. Travis was last seen at a gay bar and his body was found in Kingsbury Park," Rossi says.

"This unsub is a serial killer studying other serial killers."

"See you in Cleveland, Dave," Hotch concludes the meeting.

He's heard all that he needed to hear.

Cleveland is a little over an hour away by plane, so you get there fairly quickly. Rossi didn't seem too anxious over the phone but when you see him in person, you can feel the guilt radiating off him in waves. Your heart feels heavy, there is a weight over your chest, and you feel uncertain about what you're doing. All of these feelings are coming from Rossi who is feeling them for Zoe.

"Are you okay?" you ask when you greet him.

"Why?"

"There's no reason to feel guilty, Rossi."

"Don't do that," he immediately shuts you down. "I don't need you reading me right now. Don't worry about it." He takes the team into one of the empty conference rooms that he's set up. "We'll get started on the evidence boards. Detective Dan Brady's our point. I'll let you all introduce yourselves."

Dan walks over and Hotch introduces the entire team.

"I know it may seem far-fetched, but copycat killers are not entirely uncommon. This one happens to be copying several different killers."

"If he's trying to be the butcher of Kingsbury Run, why didn't he cut up and mutilate the victims like the real guy?"

"That was seven weeks ago. He was just getting started. Beginning killers are often frightened of the crime itself. They're more interested in getting it over with as quickly as possible and fleeing the scene," Emily answers.

"He was just using the Butcher's ruse as a way to lure the victim to be alone with her. By the time he killed Kayla, he'd progressed. He came very close to copying all of the BTK's MO. He's reading, learning, and borrowing from others because he doesn't know who he is yet."

"Because of this, we think he's young and impressionable, maybe even a student. He's someone probably enrolled in criminology classes. Our technical analyst is going through the names of local students right now."

"Up to this point, changing his MO has prevented investigators from linking the crimes. That's why we need to work quickly."

"Are you sure about this?" Dan asks.

"It's not a coincidence that all of these random, violent murders in this localized area are copycats of serial killers."

"It's as if all the worst serial killers have converged on Cleveland. Every time he plans to kill, the murder weapon, the MO, and the victimology will all change. Detective, will you let your team know we're ready to give a preliminary profile?"

"Sure."

"Garcia found three male students enrolled in criminology classes with felony records," JJ says. "Before you say it, we don't need to interview them because one of them is studying abroad and the other two are in jail on other charges."

"Tell Garcia to check enrollment in online and correspondence courses and see if we have any luck with those parameters." Rossi leaves the room without a word. "Will you guys handle the profile?"

"Is everything okay?" you ask.

"Everything is fine."

Hotch leaves to talk to Rossi while Dan gathers his men and women to hear the profile. You want to go out there and help Rossi, but you're needed in here right now. Plus, Rossi doesn't want you to read him and you're respecting his wishes.

"We have six homicides in a seven-mile radius in east Cleveland," Derek gets started. "Now, this small zone indicates that he's a geographically stable offender. This type of offender is characterized as young, socially immature, of average intelligence, with psychopathic personality traits. They also usually live alone and have an antisocial nature."

"A serial killer's first murder is very telling. This unsub chose the MO of Cleveland's own butcher of Kingsbury Run for his first murder. The butcher isn't as well known as other famous serial killers, but he is a local legend."

"Because he picked the butcher to be first, we believe he's a native of Cleveland and probably grew up hearing stories of the Butcher. This is someone who is obsessed with serial killers. His computer will be filled with research on them. He'll have abundant images of murderers on his computer and possibly even snuff films. He uses these like pornography as they provide some sort of sexual release."

"Sorry to interrupt," JJ comes into the room. "There's reports of another body."

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[eddiemsbitch]

Younger brother's idol - Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: You and your slightly younger brother Mike Wheeler were almost opposites, but after you both got into highschool together and he started to become very close with an old crush of yours you can't help but take the opportunity to finally tell Eddie how you feel much to your brothers protest

warnings: Cussing, you and Mike fighting alot, Eddie being a cute soft boy

a/n:

Mike Wheeler, your younger brother, your older sister and parents always joked about you being the middle child, born on Mike’s birthday but the same year as Nancy, her only being a couple months older than you leaving her at 19, you at 18, and your younger brother at 15.

“Come on! Nancy already left us! Twenty minutes ago you’re lucky moms letting me take her car!” You yelled up the stairs towards your younger brother huffing loudly checking the time again, if you didn’t leave right you wouldn’t have time to stop and see Eddie before school started. You watched Mike run down the stairs quickly wearing the familiar Hellfire T-shirt “Eddie needs his shirt tonight. I don’t know why you even took it” Mike said harshly as he grabbed his water bottle following you outside and into the car. “Because, your dumbass ‘accidentally’ split your chocolate milk on my shirt Friday and unlike you I don’t have my head up his ass everyday so he’s getting it back today” you sassed flipping him off as you pulled out of your driveway heading towards the school quickly. “Do you know how disrespectful it is to parade yourself around in front of the dungeon master?” Mike asked as you finally pulled into your parking spot next to Nancy’s. “Well, I haven’t heard Eddie complain once, and if I’m not wrong, he asks about me everytime he sees you” you teased ruffling his hair as you got out waving towards the group of guys huddled around the familiar beat up van Eddie owned and at the head of the circle was just the man you were looking for.

Eddie smiled stepping over a bit opening his arms as a welcome “Tiny Wheeler, Y/n” His voice greeted you as you finally were about ten feet from him, Mike going over to the group most likely to talk shit about you to Dustin, you and Mike weren’t close, whenever he was born toddler you was upset you had to share a birthday, and you still swear since then he’s thought he could get away with having everything as him. You wanted to prove to him so bad that he could share his friends and not always say mine mine mine, so whenever he started to hang out with Eddie Munson you saw your chance. You smiled at the taller brunette offering his hellfire shirt back to him “I washed it, figured you wanna clean shirt for your big campaign tonight, good luck with the vecna battle tonight!” You smiled waving as you rushed inside after Robin and Nancy, not before sending a smirk towards Mike. You weren’t big on dnd, hell you didn’t completely understand what a Vecna was, but you had overheard Mike on the phone the other night and you knew it’d get under his skin.

“You and Munson huh?” Robin teased nudging you with her elbow “y/n’s been crushing since eighth grade and she watched him play guitar, plus it pisses Mike off which she loves” Nancy explained smiling towards you making you huff “I’m not..trying to get with Eddie because Mike..I like Eddie he’s weird and cute” you whispered feeling your face heat up in embarrassment “mmm maybe it’ll work out in your favor” Robin teased poking your sides before leaving to her class “you don’t think..?” You whispered looking towards your sister “oh she is” Nancy smiled kissing your head before going to her class leaving you to find your home room.

The first half of School went by pretty quick, and finally your long awaited lunch break was here, the cafeteria was loud with noise, sounds of kids getting their food and sitting down, different conversations but you could only hear one voice, the rest was muffled, Eddie was talking to the guys about the campaign and somebody else, you couldn’t hear word for word but you could make out some. “Y/n!” Robin called motioning you over, you smiled at her walking closer to her table, as you sat down you could’ve swore Eddie was watching you. “Lover boys staring, y/n..” Robin teased looking at you as Nancy sat down “you didn’t say anything to him did you? I know you have him in math, don’t you lie to me Robin” you threatened playfully pointing towards her.

Eddie sat at his table, watching as you looked at Robin pointing at her saying something quietly but you had one hell of a glare, he wouldn’t admit it because you were his friend’s sister but he had this fascination with you, gripping his T-shirt under the table he smirked to himself, thinking about you wearing his shirt around your house, Mike giving you dirty glares everytime he saw you. Eddie wasn’t stupid, he knew what you were doing, he caught the whispers and dirty glares you both sent to each other when you thought he wasn’t looking.

Your conversation lasted a good ten minutes before Eddie was standing on his lunch table ranting about playing sports or being in band. “Hey! You want something, freak?” Jason asked standing up standing right in front of your table, Eddie smirked throwing his fingers in his hair to represent devil horns before sticking his tongue out towards Jason, pulling his hands away and smiling towards you as he jumped down off the table, Smiling to yourself blushing you started to play with your plastic sliver-ware.

“Really dude?…my sister?” Mike grumbled under his breath looking towards Eddie “you know if you start dating her my dad is gonna kill you?” He spoke up looking towards Eddie, it was one thing for you to flirt with his best friend but it was different when you both flirted towards each other. “It’s too late, Ed’s already got the hots for Wheeler’s sister!” Gareth yelled laughing, you looked over quickly catching eyes with Eddie before smiling looking down as he winked towards you.

You wouldn’t see Eddie again until you dropped Mike off for their campaign, pulling up to the school building yet again you sighed “I’ll wait out here..go ahead have fun” you said looking towards Mike, he stopped for a moment looking at you “you’re not gonna follow? Try and distract Eddie then entire time?” He asked getting out slamming the door looking through the window “no..he’s your friend..I realize I need to lay off a little with trying to tag along with you everytime” you smiled letting him go in peace rolling up his window smirking to yourself. You saw Eddie’s van screeched to a stop a couple parking spots across from yours, quickly getting out trying to pulling on his vest as quick as possible winking at you as he ran past. Hours past before you finally saw the other van in the parking lot, somebody sitting in the driver seat watching you until you had glanced over catching their eyes for a moment. You don’t know why but your heart started to pound in your chest and suddenly your flight or fight kicked in, quickly getting out of the car you rushed towards the side door entrance, you heard the other car door shut and footsteps quickly catching up after you catching your arm right before you got to the door handle. “Give me all your money or I swear to god I’ll kill you right here” The man’s voice rasped, you could smell the liquor and booze on him and it made you have to hold back a gag as you rushed to pull your wallet out handing it to him along with your mom’s car keys before rushing inside, not noticing the cut on your side.

Your shoes clattered loudly against the hard tiled floors as you rushed towards the only room with a light on. Panting, trying to catch your breath your eyes met Eddie’s and your brother’s. “Y/n? Can you seriously not leave my friends and I alone for!?-“ Mike stopped once he took in your shaken state quickly tipping his chair over to get to you “are you okay?..what the hell happened?” He asked looking at you glancing back at Dustin and Eddie who were up, Eddie already heading outside to see what the fuck happened outside. “I-I’m sorry M-Mike I was gonna stay out in the car but this dude…kept watching me and when I got out t-to come inside h-he took my wallet b-but he was drunk a-and I didn’t have any money but-..mom’s car keys…” you whispered in fear looking at Mike tearing up “she’s gonna be so mad, Mikey..” you whimpered as Mike hugged you tightly “she’s not gonna be mad…” he assured you stepping away whenever Eddie walked in looking at you “no signs of him but your car is still there” Eddie explained “are you okay?..” he added on holding your chin gently “y-yea I-I’m just..scared” you mumbled Eddie hugging you tightly “well I mean if what the news says is true then it looks like you’ve got a whole bunch of demonic Satan worshippers here for you so..you have no need to feel fear, m’lady” Eddie said softly looking at Mike who stared at you compelled to either say something to you or Eddie.

After they finished their game Eddie dropped you and Mike off at your house, Mike running inside to tell your mom, dad, and sister what had happened while Eddie leaned out of the window looking at you “you sure you’re gonna be okay Y/n?” Eddie asked watching you fidget with your purse “I think..I’ve got this..but uh..I like you…like a lot Eddie..I have since like..middle school..and I thought the silly crush went away but then Mike started to hang out with you which mean I constantly heard and saw you and-..” you were cut off by Eddie’s soft smile “just kiss me” he smiled humming in content whenever you pressed your lips against his, he cupped your cheek with his hand and you could feel the coolness of his rings pressing into your cheek. “Hey! That’s still my sister, Munson!” Mike yelled from the doorstep making you both laugh wiping your mouths “I gotta..go..see you..tomorrow?” You asked nervously looking at him “it’s a date, Princess” Eddie smiled before driving off down the road, you stayed in your spot for a moment, wanting to relive the moment over and over again.

After a night full of police reports and your father yelling at you for how the hell you got their car stolen, even going as far to blame Eddie before they finally let you and Mike go to bed. Walking up the hall and to the bathroom you and Mike both grabbed your toothbrushes “Mike..” you whispered glancing at him “I can’t believe you. I can’t have one single thing to myself” he grumbled as he brushed his teeth glaring at you through the mirror “Mike Wheeler. You have had everything handed to you your entire life, I’m so sorry your twenty year old friend took interest in your sister but you are fifteen! Stop acting like you’re in love with him or something” you argued, both of your voices muffled and gargled from the toothbrushes in your mouth, after you both spit and washed your mouth out you rushed to your room slamming the door and laying in bed.

The next day wasn’t any easier, you got a ride from Nancy to school but the glares from Mike never stopped, whenever you got to school the glares and rude comments just got worse. Lunch rolled around and for the first time Eddie had stopped you in your path inviting you to sit with him at his table with the others, slowly you sat your tray down looking at him “Eddie…I don’t..I dunno if this will work..I mean Mike is..really…really mad at me and I don’t wanna ruin your guys’s friendship” you said softly holding his arm “I’m sorry..” you added on before grabbing your tray and heading back to your table with Robin fighting back your own tears, one of the big things you wanted since middle school you finally got and had to let him go because your brother was butthurt.

The rest of the week was calm, nothing really out of the ordinary except Eddie’s stares, they were more intense, lasting for a lot longer than he normally would, whenever you finally got home from school Friday night Mike rushed into your room “you ruined him! Eddie just basically threw our entire campaign out!” He yelled glaring at you “you broke him! You fix it! We need this campaign! It’s the last month of school for Eddie!” He yelled at you, you just sat on your bed glaring at him for barging in “I don’t think I will, Mike..you wanted this..you always said you can’t have anything to yourself, there you go, there’s Eddie all to yourself” you explained calmly taking your glasses off “are you serious!? You practically led him on!” He yelled, that set you off, standing up quickly glaring at him “I didn’t do shit! We were both happy! Together! You wanted to throw a fucking tantrum because of it! You ruined Eddie! Not me!” You screamed, he went quiet staring at you before pulling his hellfire club shirt off throwing it in your floor before storming off. Slipping on your shoes you grabbed Nancy’s keys rushing down the steps sneaking past your parents and outside into your sister’s car. You weren’t sure exactly what you were doing, it was nine thirty, and you were supposed to be in bed yet here you were driving to Eddie Munson’s house in your bunny slippers.

Parking outside you took in Eddie’s van parked and all the lights in his trailer off, walking up you knocked softly waiting outside patiently holding your arms shivering as a rough chilly breeze hit your skin making goosebumps erupt. “Y/n?..” Eddie asked opening the door pulling you inside before shutting the door again “I..I really don’t understand you” he said running a hand through his hair “listen…Mike told me about you ending hellfire…” you said watching him sigh and cross his arms “I..I understand…If not…but it wasn’t right of me to end things just because my brother was mad..” you explained wiping your nose a bit “…you’re right” Eddie whispered “it wasn’t right..but…consider your invitation accepted” he said looking at you, You just laughed a bit hugging him tightly “you’re so weird” you mumbled feeling him kiss your head “next time..if Mike has a problem with us..tell me ahead of time before ending things before they even begin” Eddie laughed only feeling your head nod in agreement, maybe this could work?

#eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson #eddie x reader stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader

[7cakerolls]

ctto 4 the gif!

i want to know you. human!neteyam x reader (highschool AU)

what am i feeling… love or despair? (chapter three)

the next chapter may or may not have angst… u have been warned huhuhu

previous chapter…

the weekend had finally come, and you were lazing about in your room, looking at the ceiling and chewing on your lip. there had to be something to do today, besides the homework that was eating at you due to your horrible procrastination. but it could still wait a little longer, right? saturdays were not meant for homework.

suddenly kiri messaged the group chat.

keeree: guysss come over i am way 2 bored,,, let’s go to the shopping plaza downtown :-)?

that sounded interesting, so you excitedly hearted the message, letting her know you were coming. tsireya did the same soon after, meaning you would see all your friends today. you quickly got ready, not really feeling a reason to get too dressed up since you were only going to see your closest friends. you grabbed your bike and told your parents where you would be going and waved them goodbye. then you hurriedly pedaled to kiri’s home, which luckily wasn’t too far.

you saw tsireya’s car in the driveway, so you deduced that you were the last to arrive. you laid your bike on the grass and went up to ring the doorbell. lucky for you, neteyam was the one to open the door. “oh, hey (yn). my sister and tsireya are upstairs. getting ready to go?” he asked. you simply nodded and made your way in. for some reason, you didn’t expect to see him this early in the morning, especially when you were unprepared. but his face was always a pleasant sight, no matter what!

you waved hello to kiri’s parents, making sure to be polite. the youngest of the family, tuktirey, thought you were very beautiful and came up to talk to you. you were very flattered by the young girl’s words and started kindly talking with her, not knowing that her eldest brother had his eyes on you two, looking upon you both favorably. after tuk, which is what she told you to call her, decided her time with you was up and decided to go play outside with her other brother, you went up to kiri’s room, happily meeting your friends.

“heeyy… what took you so long (yn)nie?” tsireya said, being sweet as usual. “seriously!! i was so ready to leave i thought i was gonna have to teleport you over here just so we could go…” kiri said sarcastically, flopping on her bed in fake exhaustion. that girl has no patience, you swear! but you love her anyway.

“alright alright, i’m here!! we can leave now…” you said, gently pushing them out of the room. you were secretly happy that they waited on you, even if you were the last to arrive. you guys were two steps from the front door, when kiri’s mom told you all to wait just a second. “kiri, you will take neteyam with you, yes? i don’t want anything to happen to you girls out there.” it made sense that she was worried for everyone’s safety, but why did it have to be neteyam…? you swore that this was bad karma from a past life or something.

“mama… why does neteyam have to go too!! i wanted to hang out separately for once…” kiri groaned. as much as kiri whined and pleaded, both you and tsireya knew that mrs. sully wasn’t budging on her decision. “well…” you said, “i call shotgun!!”. no way you were gonna sit in the car beside him plus hang out with him at the mall! kiri would just have to suffer.

“urghhhh….” kiri complained and walked out the door. neteyam was leaning on the doorway, ushering everyone out. you knew that your face had heated up walking around him, so you kept your head down as to not alert the boy to your embarrassing reaction.

after you went out, you ran to the car and got in the front seat. you leaned your seat back a little and got comfortable, since you liked sleeping on car rides. soon, everyone else got in, with neteyam (of course…) sitting behind you. you didn’t say anything, but tsireya winked at you from the drivers seat and gave you a knowing glance. then she drove off, and you had fallen asleep.

when you woke up, you looked out the window and saw you had arrived at the shopping center. but, tsireya was no longer in the seat beside you. so you looked around and the only person in the car was neteyam. who else if not neteyam? “oh. you’re awake.” he said, looking at you through the rearview mirror.

you yawned while covering your face and stretched a bit. “yup, i am… where is everyone?”, you inquired. “they went ahead without you, and told me to keep an eye on you since you looked too peaceful to wake up. their words, not mine.” he said, shrugging. a piece of your heart crumbled when he didn’t agree with your friends’ sentiment, but it made you happy that he overall agreed to stay with you.

“oh… how sweet of them.” you said sarcastically. “well, you must be ready to go then..” you remarked while opening the door. “wait a minute.” he said, making you stop. you looked at him curiously and he quickly got out and went to open your door. “my dad told me when i was younger that he would do this at his age. now i feel bad when i don’t do it.” you beamed at him and nodded a thank you. it made your heart skip a beat, just a little, but you wouldn’t let that show to him.

as you both began walking toward the entrance of the shopping mall, it clicked that you didn’t know where your friends were, but when you checked your phone, you didn’t have service. looks like you were forced to to ask him. you cleared your throat and spoke up.

“hey neteyam, d’you have service? i don’t know where kiri and tsireya are, so could you call them?” he pulled his phone out and frowned, grunting in disappointment. “sorry (yn), looks like i don’t have any either.” crap… looks like you two were stuck by yourselves in the mall as big as the world. it was so large, they could’ve been anywhere.

“well…they must have a map somewhere. i need to pick up some things anyway.” you said, trying to be optimistic. he simply nodded and started following you. shortly after, you found the map and began going to where you needed to shop. you talked with him about everything and nothing at all, and for some reason talking to him was so easy and comfortable. you learned so many things about him, and you felt like you both had bonded a little. after thirty minutes of walking, talking, and shopping, you were tired.

“we shouldn’t spend too much time inside, so let’s quickly stop at the food court and eat, then go back to the car…” you suggested. “sure. this one’s on me.” he said. he was gonna buy you food? usually you weren’t the type to allow people to pay for you, but this seemed like an opportunity to get closer to him. you thanked him and walked up to your favorite food stall in the mall. “hi can i order (f/f) please?” you asked the cashier nicely. they nodded and told you your total, then neteyam pulled out his wallet and handed over his card, and you then thanked both of them.

you noticed that the boy hadn’t eaten, so you inquired about it. “i am not hungry.”, he curtly stated. wow… he only paid for you without complaining! he was super chivalrous and kind to you, it made you think about what a relationship would be like with him. was he kind like this to his other girlfriends? something made you want to find out more about him, and how he was when it came to love.

you absently-mindedly walked back to the car, still feeling at a loss because you didn’t get to spend time with your friends like you planned. sure, talking with and getting to know neteyam was nice, but you didn’t like him in that way, did you? the way he would do small gestures for you did make your heart flutter, like when he’d hold doors open for you, or offer to buy things for you, and tell you when the clothes you liked looked good on you. but that was just him being friendly. right?

you sat in the car in silence. after a while, you had fallen asleep listening to music you had saved to your phone, only being woken up by the loud talking and laughing of kiri and tsireya. took them long enough. “hii, (yn)nie! did you have a good time with neteyam, was he nice to you?” tsireya said loudly, and winked only for you to see. he spoke up for you, since he could tell you were still out of sorts from just waking up. “yes, we had a nice time. your friend (yn) is very fun to know.” he said that about you? did he mean it? but most of all, why did he have to say it now? your friends wouldn’t ever let you live this down.

at this rate, your feelings were quite muddled, and you weren’t quite sure what they were exactly. all you did know is that you were slowly losing yourself in your admiration for him. he was kind to you, understanding, and had a cool temper. but you had never wanted to lose yourself in love to someone else. the thought scared you originally… but getting to know him lessened the fear.

maybe…just maybe you did like the boy.

and maybe that was okay.

#neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #neteyam sully #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x reader #atwow neteyam #neteyam #kiri avatar #atwow kiri #kiri sully #atwow tsireya #atwow fluff #avatar fluff #Spotify

[yoke9494]

The bad pick-up line. That actually worked? (Draken)

*Disney timeline. (Everyone's alive and well)

*Emma is happily taken by some mystery guy!

*Y/n isn't the brightest crayon in the box. ❤️

*cute embarrassing crack... 🤪

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Draken shook his head. "I want her to date me. Not run the other way."

Kazutora shrugged. "I'd date you if you said that to me? My panties would drop so fast! I wouldn't care who was watching.."

Baji nodded. "Y/n isn't as uptight as she looks. She laughs at fart jokes for crying out loud."

Emma sighed. "You're all setting him up to fail-- oh! There she goes! Y/N!!"

Draken froze-- the same way Hakkai does when he's around any female besides his own sister..

You waved "hello" to them but Emma was waving you over. You said something to Angry and Sanzu before happily walking their way.

Oh you were in a good mood today. Draken could tell by your smile... Now he didn't want to say it, what if he ruined your day?! He'll just go home and ask the girls how to do this type of thing---

Too late..

As soon as you were in front of them both Baji and Kazutora pushed Draken into you.

You nearly hit the ground but Draken was quick. He caught you by your waist, real K-Drama like.. He kept his cool, or so he thought. His ears were a bright red.

"Oh shit. Thanks Draken!" You wiggled out of his grasp. "I almost ate ass there."

He didn't care if you had a mouth on you... He loves you.. but how does he say it?

Emma snorted. "Hey Y/n? Help me out with these losers here?"

You shrugged. "Alright? What's wrong?"

Baji smirked. "Well it's more like you need to help Draken."

You looked up at the big blonde. "What do you need help with? Is Mikey throwing another fit? I just unwrapped his snack like 5 minutes ago.."

He shook his head but before he could say anything Kazutora butt in this time.

"Draken has a crush on someone! He wants to know if his pick up line is smooth enough."

You raised a brow. Draken was getting soft on someone?  Who was the bitch-- er.. You mean. Who was the lucky girl? "Uh, okay? Let me hear it?"

He mumbled something under his breath...

You scrunched up your nose. He LOVES! when you do that, like an angry possum.. "Why are you getting all shy now? Speak up Kenny, I can't hear you."

Draken sighed-- his heart was ready to run out of his ass. "I SAID!--- Do you want to play Barbie? I'll be Ken and you can be the box I CUM in."

Emma let out the loudest snort! She ran the other way to tell Mikey that Draken actually said it!!

Baji and Kazutora were trying to support their boy. Cheeks puffed out and red from holding in their laugh..

Your mouth hung open for a second.... "Oh my..."

This lucky bitch, once you find out who she is... You'd have Hanma help you knock her out with a baseball bat..

Draken winced and rubbed the back of his neck. "It's bad huh! Sorry-- forget I ever said it!"

You shook your head. "Are you kidding?! I think I just got a little wet spot on my panties right now!"

You what?....

Draken pretended not to hear that. Instead he gave you his usual deadpanned look. "Really...You actually liked that?"

You nodded. "If you weren't hung up on whoever..." You rolled your eyes. "My panties would have hit the floor so fast-- I'd be violating you in front of Baji and Tora right now.."

Kazutora hit Drakens arm. "See."

Baji nodded twords the back. "Okay Draken. You got your answer. Take her to the bathrooms over there. Don't forget to pull out too, I don't think Mikey's ready for a younger sibling." He nudged you. "You're on birth control right?"

Your eyes widened. "Huh?!"

You looked at Draken who had his eyes closed. Head down in shame, cheeks red from embarrassment...

"Oh.... Oh! Ew! You like me?!"

Draken's eyes shot open. "What the fucks that supposed to mean?! Why did you say ew?!"

Why were you both yelling?

You shrugged. "I don't know! But I like you too!"

"Okay then! Date?"

You nodded. "Okay! Text it to me later!"

He watched you turn around and walk away-- you poor flustered dumbass... You almost tripped over your own feet..

Baji chuckled and shook his head. "Well, that went better than I expected. I didn't think she'd catch on so fast.."

Kazutora sighed, he and Baji began to walk away. Leaving Draken to internally freak out about planning a date. You weren't too girly-- Movie? The arcade? Do you like flowers?--- shit! What was your favorite flower?!

(Tora) "Damn, I was hoping that one wouldn't work. I still have the one about a hot dog stand.."

(Baji) "lay it on me? If it's good I'll use it on Chifuyu. I like to make him red."

(Tora) "Damn girl, you should sell hot dogs, because you definitely know how to make a weiner stand."

(Baji) "HA!"

#tokyo revengers #draken #x reader #attempt at humor #ken ryuguji

[jinwoosungs]

{ 48 }

for the love of sukuna itadori.

sukuna x fem.reader

no curses au | itadori twins au | unedited

thinking about yuji's twin brother sukuna and how the moment he first laid eyes on you, began his relentless teasing and tormenting.

you are five years old, with your hair tied up into pigtails so as to give off an innocent appearance when you meet your next door neighbors for the first time. being dubbed as cute for most of your life, you saw no harm in your mother dressing you up in your favorite dress and pigtails, happily following her towards the house next to yours.

"mommy has to work for a bit, and the nice man with his two young boys agreed to play with you until mommy gets home. you behave now, okay?"

okay mommy, was your simple reply as you held on to your mother's hand with tiny fists. because truly, what would you know at such a young age of five than to follow your mother's words?

how could you have possibly known that this very moment was when your life would change for the worst?

your mother gives three firm knocks against the door and within just a few minutes, it opens.

a man around your mother's age was revealed. he had hair the color of strawberry cotton candy and a smile that appeared to be just as sweet. he says a few words to your mother before coming back down on his knees to match with your height.

"hello pretty girl, my name is jin, but you can call me uncle jin since i'll be watching over you while your mommy works from now on. i've got two boys that are just your age as well, so i'm sure you'll have fun playing together with them."

you give him a shy nod and tell him thank you, just like how your mother taught you just hours before you came here. she gives you one last sweet smile before kneeling down to press a kiss against your hair. "i'll be back soon, you just have fun playing with uncle jin and his boys."

what seemed like mere seconds had passed when you were suddenly left alone in the itadori household. two figures catch your attention, and you look toward the stairs to see two little boys with different expressions on them.

they both had matching strawberry cotton candy hair, but one had a much kinder face than the other. he looked like a newborn puppy, keeping his melted chocolate eyes on you and asking you in a shy voice whether you were a new friend.

on the other hand, the other boy shared his face but not his kindness. he appeared cranky and upset, pouting at you while stomping down the steps to meet you.

"ah, s-sukuna! don't be mean!"

"shut up yuu, it's our house and i'm gonna set some rules!"

despite him being relatively the same size as you, you couldn't help but feel the way that sukuna boy was towering over you with a scowl on his face. "just cause papa and yuu think that you're cute means nothin' to me! you're not gonna play with my toys ever!"

it's then that the boy proceeds to tug at your pigtails, making you cry out as the pretty elastics that your mom had so prettily decorated against your hair was ripped from you. the pain felt against your scalp turns you into a bawling mess, catching uncle jin's attention from the kitchen as he immediately goes to comfort you.

"sukuna, that was very awful of you! today you'll have no snacks until you properly apologize to her!"

"whatever, i don't need snacks!" sukuna was still fuming when he went up the stairs and back to his room, slamming the door for extra dramatics while you were left sobbing in his father's arms with yuu comforting you.

jin apologizes for his eldest son's behavior, dubbing him as the more 'spoiled twins' between the two brothers. however, he tells you that yuji is much kinder and would be more than willing to share his toys with you.

and lucky for you, there was an absolute truth in that statement.

for the next several hours, you played with yuji, nearly forgetting all about sukuna and how mean he was. jin mentions something about giving sukuna some snacks anyways, since he had been in his room this whole time and might be hungry.

it was true that jin itadori was a kind father, that maybe you thought that sukuna never deserved such kindness-

however, in due time, you'll come to realize how complex sukuna could truly be, and that at the root of it all, he was just a dumb kid that didn't know how to deal with how he felt.

later that day, you recall having the urge to use the bathroom, the copious amounts of strawberry milk that you drank becoming near impossible to hold back. it got so bad that jin had to carry you to the bathroom, closing the door to help keep your privacy as you relieved yourself.

the feeling of relief was intense as you washed your hands, counting to thirty to the best of your abilities as you skipped a few numbers all while lathering the soap between your sticky hands. when you were satisfied with washing your hands, you give your reflection in the mirror a happy nod before drying your hands on a towel.

when you open the door, only to feel puzzled by the sight of your favorite treats settled in front of you.

on the wooden floors were two packets of your favorite fruit gummies with a carton of strawberry milk along with one of your elastics your mom had used to tie your hair.

using the elastic to tie your hair into an uneven ponytail, you gather the snacks with plans to share them with yuji. despite knowing it was probably sukuna who had given you his snacks and your elastic back as some sort of apology, you weren't quite brave enough to face him again.

when you came home that night, your mother asked you what happened to the other band that held up your hair in such cute little pigtails.

you lie and tell her you lost it while playing.

twin brother sukuna who loves spending his free time taking up your every thought and interrupting your playtime with yuji.

you're now eight years old, playing on the hot streets of your neighborhood with an array of colorful chalks surrounding you.

you were both giggling, with yuji doing a poor rendition of a tiger with his uneven orange lines and jagged black stripes. meanwhile, you were attempting to draw and color in rainbows for your butterfly, your brows knitted together in intense concentration as you lined the chalks together.

to your horror, you watch as a chalk rolls away from you, yellow in shade, and the one you needed the most at the moment. you reach out to it, only for it to be stopped by the tip of someone's sneakers.

your eyes trail up from the shoes, only to be met with sukuna's signature smirk. you stand back to your full height, but knew that sukuna still stands taller than you by at least a full head.

"can i have that back?"

his smirk widens, holding your chalk above your head, "dad always said it's rude not to say please."

his words make a surge of annoyance go through you, the urge to say some un-ladylike words to him was strong-

but your mom taught you better than that.

"can i have it back, please?"

"hm, no, i don't think so, how about-"

before sukuna could no doubt make another outrageous demand, yuji saves the day by sneaking up behind his brother and taking the chalk back himself. "see, this is why she doesn't wanna play with you, because you're such a jerk all the time."

when yuji gives you your chalk, both brothers were glaring at each other. it seemed obvious that sukuna was upset, but really, you didn't know why.

you didn't share that much in common with sukuna anyways, and you were sure he had better things to do than to draw animals with chalk. despite being the older twin, sukuna displayed interests that were vastly different from yuji. from playing video games to trying out different sports with the other kids, sukuna was clearly the more outspoken twin.

you hear him click his tongue, turning away from you and yuji with a grunt, but something manages to catch your eye just moments before sukuna ran off.

on his right wrist, you could have sworn he was wearing the same elastic that held up your hair during your first meeting with the itadori twins three years ago.

twin brother sukuna who shows his kindness in strange, roundabout ways.

you are now fifteen and old enough to know how much your mother struggles raising you as a single mother, which explains why your youngest memories were so intertwined with the itadori household.

your father was still kept as a tight lipped secret from you. every time you mention the man that had fathered you, a look of pain flashes across your mother's eyes, and all she can tell you is that he was long gone now.

this week would be a long one, since your mother's promotion now had her working oversees for days on end. but there was something particularly lonely about missing your mother for one whole week.

the forecast called for dark clouds and loud thunderstorms. despite how yuji promised to keep you safe from the ripples of lightning and the deep cracks of thunder, you still didn't feel safe enough.

as you both got ready for bed, with your usual blankets spread on the floor of yuji's bedroom, you held in your arms your favorite bunny plush you had since you were three years old.

it was worn, with its stitching becoming frayed at the ends and its fur losing the color of pastel blue, but it still carried a familiar scent-

the scent of your mother and home. only when you missed your mom and felt a desperation to be in her arms did you bring your favorite plush. with your nose buried within the soft plush and your eyes feeling heavier with sleep did you finally succumb to your dreams.

a loud crash was what ultimately awakens you, and you found yourself sweating on the floor with the blankets twisted around your ankles. it takes you a few minutes to comprehend that you were in yuji's room, with his snores serving as the perfect evidence of you not being alone-

so why were you suddenly hit with feelings of terror that you couldn't sleep?

your eyes adjust to the darkness, and you realized that something immensely important to you was missing.

your precious bunny.

knowing who the culprit was, you carefully stand from the floor, tiptoeing your way out of the room so as to not awaken yuji as you made your way to sukuna.

and what a bastard he was for stealing something so precious from you like that? surely he knew of how important it was to you, and had the audacity to take it away from you?

you weren't going to stand for this any longer.

you stand in front of his door and harshly knocked against his door, not caring if the sound woke him up. some groans were heard on the other side before the door was flung open, revealing sukuna dressed in nothing but a pair of boxers.

you refused to allow your eyes the pleasure of looking at him, the way he spent a few years playing various sports that had him discipline his body and turn it into the magnificent figure that stood before you. not daring to look at him, you simply turn your face away and held out your hand to him. "give him back."

"don't know what you're talkin' about, princess."

it seemed that he was mocking you, but you were too exhausted to take the bait. "please, i'm begging you, just give him back and-"

another sound of booming thunder crackling within the skies makes you jump, landing yourself in the very arms of the boy you had convinced yourself you hated simply because of how much joy he took in tormenting you.

yet when you land against his bare chest, you didn't hear any mocking words or the sounds of his laughter. instead, he shocks you by wrapping his arms around you, bringing you closer to him while telling you "you really think that pathetic plushie can protect you better than i can?"

his words leave you speechless as you were silently brought into his bedroom. not even missing a beat, he picks you up and carries you to his bed, laying down all while keeping you pressed against his chest.

not even the sounds of his heartbeat could calm the rushing of blood against your ears. you were pressed so intimately close to sukuna that it was getting harder for you to breathe.

his scent surrounds you, nearly choking you as your palpitations seemed to speed up at the realization that this was real-

that sukuna itadori was truly holding and comforting you like a lover would.

your face was burning with embarrassment, and you let your hands curl against the hard wall of muscle that made up his chest, earning a scowl from his handsome face.

"this...i- i thought you hated me, sukuna."

he says nothing, simply twisting his hand around your strand of hair before gently forcing you back into him. "dad always said hate and love were two sides of the same coin."

lightning flashes through the room, and you desperately wanted to see sukuna's face. however, when you tried to pull away once more, the sheer strength of his arms stops you.

"don't look at me right now, i look stupid. there's this heat against my cheeks that won't go away, and i fucking hate it."

his gruff admission makes you smile into his skin. sukuna feels the sensation of your smile and traps you in an even deeper tangle of limbs when he wraps his legs around you.

"sleep. no one else can keep you safer than i can."

with those last words, you find yourself swaying a bit in his arms. you yawn one last time, suddenly not minding the storm as you fell into what had to be the most comfortable sleep you had in a long time.

twin brother sukuna who only showed you his true emotions when you were both much older.

you are now twenty-two years old, getting ready for your dinner date with sukuna.

he tells you to wear that one dress that accentuated your form to perfection and drove him wild, promising that this dinner was something special. you think nothing of it though, merely thinking of it as a means to celebrate his promotion at his more than well paid job.

there was something beautiful being together with a man you had known your whole life. as you and sukuna spent the following years growing closer, you were met with yuji's and jin's knowing smiles.

they had known all along that sukuna had felt some type of way with you, hence why they never questioned why he never took off your old scrungie on his right wrist or why he had hidden your plushie in hopes of getting closer to you.

he was just stupidly in love with you and didn't know how to handle it.

just thinking back on it now makes you giggle, the lovely sound so melodious that it took sukuna out of the bathroom where he spent some time getting ready for your date.

his shirt was still unbuttoned as he looked over at you, "what's so funny?"

you briefly look behind before standing, smoothing back your dress while giving him a soft smile, "i was just reminiscing on all the times you teased me and thought about how far we came."

he remains silent, expression unreadable as some emotion makes his gaze soften just the tiniest bit. he walks toward you until he was close enough to touch you, reaching out a hand to gently caress at your bottom lip. "and do you regret it?"

you lean into his touch with your eyes closed, humming a bit before taking a hold of his hand to press a kiss against the palm of it. opening your eyes, you see sukuna's devastatingly handsome face looking down at you expectantly and smile,

"of course i don't regret it, my love."

sukuna sharply inhales, letting out a soft curse before getting down on one knee. your eyes widen at the sudden change in stance, and you felt them quickly fill with tears when he brings out a tiny velvet box from the confines of his pants.

"i wanted to wait and propose to you after dinner, but fuck it, i can't wait another minute. i need to be your husband, so please, marry me." his voice was rough, and the way he was looking up at you like you were the sole reason the sun came up every morning-

you said yes to his proposal, becoming teary eyed when he stands back to his full height and places the gorgeous ring on your left ring finger. he says your name with a reverence that made your whole body shiver, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss when his hands suddenly worked on sliding the zipper of your dress down.

"forget about the restaurant. i have a new way of celebrating our engagement." he states while placing his knee between your legs.

you were given little choice but to accept his promise of pleasure as you eagerly welcomed him with open arms, forever tying yourself to the man you had grown to love.

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

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[aliusworld]

March 9th / Requiem / AVD ✶

Aqua Hoshino x Reader

This is PART ONE, check out other parts in the link below!

REQUIEM: Sixth New Genesis!

What's to come: [Reader likes both genders], [This part is a lore heavy chapter, so no Aqua content here yet...], & [This is posted on Wattpad]

[Songs of the Chapter: "My Love is a Hellfire" by SLAVE.V-V-R feat. MEIKO, "Salvage" by Rulu, "RUMA" by Karikibear]

[4,196 words]

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Today is March 9th.

Today, you assume, will be your death date, but it might not be. Even if you survive a minute past 12:00, then you would win. You win and the cycle might finally end.

How do you know? Because you have already lived 4 separate times before this. Each time, you died on the same day. March 9th. The only difference is, you have been one year older each time. 12, 13, 14, and 15 respectively.

*In your first life you were born as a sickly young girl with blonde hair, not that you had it for too long. The body was frail and as a result was stuck in the hospital all the time, but that's when you were gifted with those double digits. When you were younger, you had these three other girls that you would play with all the time. You wouldn't say you were gifted musically or anything, but it was fun pretending that you all were in a band together.

You all promised each other that you'd become an official band and make their fans smile when you got older, but they did. You didn't.

When the calendar was marked March 9th, you flatlined with your brother desperately holding onto your hand. The pain was hard to handle at first, just as how people said it was like, death was nothing but a sweet black embrace.

*Your next life, you were gifted with a healthy body, one of a peppy and pushy pink haired girl. You were somewhat boy-ish, but life was fun. That's when your eyes gazed upon the pretty idols dancing on the TV's screen: they were beautiful.

You wanted to be just like them from the age of 8, and when you turned 13, you achieved that dream and officially became one of them. You were in a group of 4, and you guys trained hard for the debut! It took months to prepare for, and by then, you had just turned 14.

You weren't in the center of the stage, but that's okay, as long as you could finally make people smile, then you'd smile right next to them. Something horrible happened when you were on the second song though. A whole stage light fell, and it fell right on top of you.

Farewell to a normal idol debut.

Your body was small, could you believe that it fully entrapped you under it? You couldn't hear or see what the audience's reactions were, nor your own coworkers next to you, either stepping away in horror, screaming or trying to help you. So...

*The life after that, the moment your blue haired body could start moving, you searched for what happened to your last self. Well, back then the internet wasn't really a thing, and Japan's news was fast paced. You never found out. This time, your father was a nice man. He owned a café and a karaoke bar! You were so lucky to have him, but you were most lucky to have your auntie!

She was basically your mother, but she moved to America once this new body turned 12. So without her, you were back to her lonesome. Of course you made a few friends... actually, you met this girl. She was really cute, and she had this extreme talent for singing! You did too, so you together decided to make a singing group to perform at your dad's café and see the smiles on the customers faces!

When you turned 14, your dad finally broke the news to you. Your auntie never went to America. She died from an illness that you never found out about, and apparently... you were the only person who didn't know. In fact, the entire town knew, and they were keeping it from you.

The town you thought was your family, all lied. You ran out onto the street in anger and with a tear stricken face, then BAM! Crash! A truck rushed into you.

*In your most recent life, you were back in the hospital. Though this time, your soul wasn't the one on the bed, no, you were the older brother, and your sister's sweet voice was taken from her. She was hoarse, it pained you to see it all, especially since she was still so young.

You wanted to make her smile, she loved musicals, so you decided you would play one out for her, and she smiled. You made that smile. After months without a single flinch of the face, you finally managed to do something extraordinary! You were 15 when you decided to make your own troupe and start making other people smile. Suddenly, your sister's condition worsened. So, on your own free will, you made the decision to undergo surgery and donate one of your kidneys. The surgery was on March 9th, can you guess what happened next?

*You've always had this goal to make people smile with music, and you still do now. You made a name for yourself as "Jasminsi." Believe it or not, you have grown somewhat of a following! You want to save people with your music, even just one person would be enough.

To be honest, you only came to this realization about a year ago. So instead of playing your life like some sort of game, you decided to try and better yourself. So, you hired someone to take care of you. She's about your age, 16, and honestly you can't help but feel that you have fallen for her.

The time is 11:05, only 55 minutes until it's no longer March 9th. It's about time for you caretaker to leave for the day. You feel safe whenever she's around, you want her to stay with you. You want to say goodbye.

You want to say something, anything—

"Alright Kazumi, it's time for me to leave," Hanae says, grabbing her coat off my newly built coat rack, "Goodnight."

"G-goodnight." you say, clawing at the kitchen table's fabric. You watched as she smiled and left your apartment, you heard her lock the door.

Oh how you wish you could've said something else to her.

You double checked everything in the house to be extra cautious. Locked doors, closed windows, unused appliances are turned off. There isn't anything in this house that could kill you.

You sigh as you trot back into the bedroom, crawl into bed and stare at the ceiling. 10 minutes had passed by, nothing was wrong. You smiled to yourself. Recently, life has been nice. You don't want to let it go just yet, you want to be someone that Hanae can love.

You have learnt a lot about her throughout the past year, how she plays the drums, she likes to sing, her favorite food is apple pie, and how her all time favorite person is an idol. Her name is Ai.

Miss Ai is about 16 years old right now, you are her age. You doesn't have a massive following like her, but what you have isn't exactly something to laugh at either. You always loved and enjoyed idols, but never in this lifetime have you truly loved one like Ai.

You can see what most people find appealing about her, but when you asked Hanae, she told you it were her—

You smell something burning, you can hear the crackling of fire. Your eyes widen as you bolt out of bed and open your door. There's a fire in your apartment, coming from the kitchen. It's already blocked the one exit. You're 7 stories high in the sky, there's no way you'd survive if you tried to jump from a window.

How could this happen? Your eyes widened even more as you harshly smacked yourself on the head, "I never checked the stove. Hanae and I were cooking a meal to get ready for tomorrow". You don't know how the surroundings caught on fire, but you hold your breath as you walk back to your room. You check the clock, 11:55.

Five minutes, and it'll no longer be March 9th. The cycle will end and you might be free. Either way, this life will mean nothing. You're trapped. The fire moves quickly, the light reflecting off your eyes as you grips your bedsheets. The heat already hurts, tears threaten to roll from your eyes.

Eyes.

That's right. Hanae's most favorite thing about Ai were her eyes. You really like them too, they are quite beautiful. Maybe if you had those, Hanae would have fallen for you as well.

The fire envelopes your body, out of all the deaths, this is the most pain you have been through. You cry out in pain, no words, just screams. You're sure someone could've heard her. You can feel the skin on your body melt off of you, while you're still conscious you try to avoid the pain to the best of your ability by staring at the clock.

The clock strikes 12 as tears roll from your eyes. It's no longer March 9th. You fall to your knees as the fire sways inside of you.

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Hanae shakes as she runs back to the apartment complex, she had forgotten to turn off the stove after making a nice stew for you. By then, an hour had basically passed by.

Her eyes widened in terror as her eyes trailed up to where your apartment sat. It had been set ablaze. Not only the it's surroundings, but slowly making its way to the homes next to it.

Hanae dropped to her knees, parallel to how you dropped to yours as you were engulfed into flames. Hanae's soft, perfect knees fell onto the pavement as her precise hands quickly rummaged through her bag to find her phone.

She dials *1-1-9 as she speaks in a shaky voice: "H-hello? I'd like to report a fire."

-End of March_9th

You open your eyes once again, the cycle continues. The woman holding you had a soft look on her face, you could tell that you were going to be gifted with amazing genes.

You were born with [hair-color] locks and gleaming eyes, eyes that were just like Ai Hoshino. You guess that the world really did feel bad for you. Your parents, Juria and Mihiro [last-name], were kind. You did well, without them knowing, you had your fair share of no-limit internet time. Catching up on all that you missed.

Though, the only goal you really had in mind was to find Hanae again. Of course you couldn't say that directly to anyone, you can barely move your stubby little body around crying out loud!

Both parents were teachers, so they didn't have a lot of time to spend with you. You were chucked over to a nanny who barely did her job. Luckily for you, you have the memory and knowledge of a recently deceased 16 year old, and 4 others for that matter. All these thoughts stuck in a small little baby's body. If you wanted to, you could've become a child prodigy, but it's not like your family had the resources or outlets to get known even if you were one.

You sat watching the TV for hours on end since you didn't have a phone to use. No phone meant no internet, no social media. However, if you were lucky, the babysitter would leave her phone out when she fell asleep on the couch. Easy for you to open the blue birds app.

You still remembered your password from your previous alias, "Jasminsi", so you used it. Apparently Hanae had remembered the password too because she made a post saying that you passed away on March 9th during a tragic house fire.

There hadn't been any updates on the account since.

The stars in your eyes shone bright as you went through the numerous people giving me their condolences, you thought it would be best if you didn't interact with anything like that. You wouldn't want people thinking Hanae was a liar.

You had your mind set after your past failed attempts at living. You still want to make people smile through music, and you want to survive another March 9th. You want to break this chain of events.

But for now... You can just sit back and relax. Watch as things go on in the real world.

You are [name] [last-name], and this is your new life... and you're gonna make it worth your while.

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You've always had a gift for music. Whether it's keeping with the tempo, singing, creating songs, mixing, or playing on a toy xylophone. You decided that since you had time, you would make your own brand. Quite ambitious for a 5 year old, but you need something to do. Plus, you had the brain of a high functioning 16 year old and a few other lives.

Since a few years ago, there's been a rise of internet celebrities, and a good chunk of them have kept their real identities a secret. You're aiming to be one of them.

You can be an idol, a virtual idol. Which, after hearing the tragic incident with Ai, it's the safest option you could think of for creating content that would make people smile.

Onto the drawing board you go, you need to test what this body could do. If you could sing, you'd be set.

"Yureru faiyaa sakebu furai hai atashi somarereba," You sang, facing the mirror, watching your lips move instinctively, "Futari no shiawase toka tsumoru jounetsu wo ageru wa..."

It was a simple melody, a song that has stuck with you since the depths of fire swallowed you whole. Hanae loved this song. Back when you were frail and small, but not anymore. You decided to keep that in mind whenever you needed sympathy points.

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You started your channel off when you were 8, you still had free reign over all your devices. At first, it was videos on how well you could draw. Then it turned to small animations. Then you posted your first ever video of you singing. Clearly it didn't gain any attention, but it was a starting point.

The older you got, the higher the quality of your videos became. Soon, you encountered a new phenomenon.

You felt as if you were running out of time. You're 14 now, and you're an internet-obsessed-shut-in-teenager, in other words being a 'hikikomori'. This isn't how you planned for your life to go.

You posted cover after cover, hoping somehow you'd make it big. You'd only gotten about 17 thousand followers on your Twitter account and about 2/3 of that amount on your YouTube.

That's when you found out about your fathers heart failure. You felt sad, but your mother had become a shell of her old self. She cried for days on end, but you only felt sadder because you didn't feel the way she felt. You couldn't feel her devastation. The loss of a father, no, perhaps you had too many fathers to feel any connection, even if he may have been a good man.

However, you made a song out of that feeling, you basically used your mother. You're glad you did. That song got over a million views in less than a week. Of course those numbers kept going up and up. Soon enough, you were making revenue money off of it. You thanked your mother and sent her back home to her real family, somewhere in the countryside of Japan. Were you cruel for that? You assumed as much, yet you felt this was best, for your mother and for you. You had a goal to achieve.

This wasn't your first time living alone, you could handle it all. Now you could spend all your time making music and living it up! *Song after song, you were breaking milestones again and again. Even with simple covers. People here thought that 300 thousand was amazing while you sat on your high and mighty throne of a million.

Not only that, you've officially become what you dreamt of being. *You officially became a virtual idol as well, the model you used for streaming was absolutely beautiful. You were a [fantasy-creature]. An absolute goddess of music. You were so happy and impressed that you got to this point in so little time. The name was [alias].

You don't think your eyes have ever been brighter!

You are now a world renowned faceless singer that everyone in Japan has heard about at least once. Heck, even people from other countries have talked about you. You've seen their support in your comments.

You still have to go to high school though, and maintain a social life even when you haven't dared step foot inside of middle school in this lifetime. You were smart enough to pass into any school you wanted, you just had to choose which one.

You set your sights on Yoto High School, it's divided into two sections. One for general academics, and one for talented celebrities and influencers. People like those get spots in famous companies right after graduation, usually, so it would be nice to spend some time with them, but you decided to dedicate your fame to staying faceless. So you went with the general program.

You're now 16 again, and you're finally stepping into school after three years. Your uniform is freshly cleaned thanks to the work you've learned from Hanae and you can go on with an average high school life while secretly being an influencer.

-End of Requiem

You were assigned to class 1-D in the general course. Though, as you passed the gate, you saw many famous faces. From actors to models, the variety was huge. On the other hand, the people in general education were mostly chill. The girls styled their hair to fit the latest trends to stand tall and fit in with the famous people surrounding them, and the boys were... boys.

You sat in the back of the class, taking these very needed steps into the real world were very hard for you, especially since you've barely had any contact with strangers for the past 16 years. You wouldn't say that your body was weak, but it did come to your attention that you had inherited your 'fathers' heart defect.

You smile as people start flooding into the classroom, however, one person caught your eye. A tall boy with messy, but somehow at the same time, tamed blonde hair. What really caught your attention were his eyes. Just like yours, he had a star embedded into his right eye. Someone like you, that's rare.

Fortunately for you, he took the seat next to you. So, as a first step, you decided to make your first conversation of the school year. You suck up the anxiety growing in your stomach and turn your head towards him, "Hi there," he turns his head to face you. His eyes widened, almost as if he's seen a ghost, *"I noticed your eye there, it's really cool, just like mine☆!"

"Yeah... they really are just like yours." He smiles, "My name is Aqua Hoshino, what about you?" The star in his eye grew dull, morphing into a slightly darker gray.

"My name is [name] [last-name]," You let out a small smile as you give him your hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you!☆" He looked down at your hand, contemplating for a second before shaking it, "Would you like to take the honor of being my first friend?"

"Gladly." Aqua nodded, you let go of his hand first. The eye contact was uncomfortable to say the least. He just kept staring into your eyes, you looked away as you sweat. You couldn't understand what was going on in his head, but even if he wanted time to pause and keep examining you, class started soon.

You sat back on your chair, sitting straight as you opened a page of your newly bought notebook as you waited for the teacher to start class. Even then, *You don't think Aqua stopped staring.

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School was never something you liked going through, especially since the start of social media. Luckily for you, having lived 5 other times has really come in handy for education. For example, in your first life, the time spent at the hospital was full of studying since you didn't have anything else to do. As of being in grade 10, *you've been taking the general course, and you're on pace, just like the average majority in Japan. You did need a back up plan if becoming an internet celebrity wouldn't work out after all.

You scanned the classroom around yourself, your classmates had already made their friend groups, though, they were probably just clinging on the ties they had from middle school. This would be the perfect time to jump in to make friends, otherwise, there would be no time for you to make any more anymore. The girl who was sitting next to you had jumped out of her seat to confront you with a smile on her face.

"My name is Eruru Osawa," The girl with short magenta colored hair stated, "I went to Matsushita Middle School! I really like your phone's case, I think it's really pretty!"

"O-oh! Thank you, Osawa." You smile back, "I bought it at the mall a while back, I think that [color] really suits me, what do you think?" You stutter out awkwardly, the energy this girl emitted from her small body was crazy overwhelming.

"I think it fits great! I love the star theme throughout it, it matches your eyes!" She smiled, pulling a seat to sit next to you, "You know, I've never seen someone with eyes as unique as yours! Well... there was this one girl on this poster I saw a few years ago... I can't seem to really remember her name though..."

"Ai?✶" Your eyes gleamed.

"Yeah! I think that was her name!" Eruru jumped out of her seat, hands balled into excited fists, "Ai! What a wonderful and pretty name!♡" Eruru's shouting seemed to have caught the attention of the blonde next to you. You could feel him stare again.

"Ai was an... idol. She passed away over a decade ago though. The story was absolutely horrifying, you should really look into it before you make any hasty decisions on becoming an idol- ★If you ever wanted to of course." The stars in your eyes darkened as you rest your head on the palm of your hand.

"Oh... well, I wasn't really planning on becoming an idol anyway" Eruru sighed, a smile still on her face, "There's a family business calling to me! Even if I have 3 other older siblings that are all runner ups, but... I have hope that it'll be passed down to me!"

"That's nice... I'm glad people still have hope." You sink down onto your desk.

"Oh, didn't you bring lunch?" Eruru tilts her head, taking out a box from her bag, "We could share if you want!"

"Huh? No it's alright, I have my own lunch." You lied.

"Well I have some candies here!" Eruru sifts through her pockets and grabs out a handful of candy. She tossed them onto the desk, she had a real variety: toffee's, lollipops, gum, sour candies, even a whole apple, she had it all. "Take any you want!"

"Oh, I'm fine Osawa-"

"Hey, could I get one of those?" Aqua asked, dragging his chair to my desk, it was getting quite crowded. "The gum's fine." Eruru smiled brightly as she handed him a piece.

A few minutes of lunch passed, it was in complete silence, not one you would consider enjoyable but Eruru soon broke it for you. She whispered in your ear, all smiles as usual, "[name], I think that Aqua likes you! He's totally staring! Hehe!♡"˚

-End of A_Vauge_Discommunication

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Gruvia Week Day 3 - Starlight  ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙    ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

Summary: Spy X Family Inspired - Starlight Greige! 

Collab entry with @thecatastrophic​ who made the cover art! She is literally the best gruvia shipper bestie a girl could ever ask for

Rating: K

Genre: Romance and Humor

Day 3: Starlight - Gruvia Week | Fanfiction ♡ @gruviaweek

Starlight Greige

"We award this Stella to Greige Fullbuster! For the meritorious deed of helping save another's life." The Headmaster of Fairy Academy, Master Makarov, said with a booming voice as he pinned the Stella badge on the front of the small boys' uniform coat.

Greige stood tall and proud, puffing his chest out as he listened to all the voices that began flooding his head.

"I can't believe he beat me!" One of the little boys pouted off to the side.

"I can't believe Greige did it; he got the first Stella in all of first grade!" His closest friend, Nashi, beamed in excitement as she calmly clapped her hands for the boy.

"An exceptionally elegant feat, Mr. Fullbuster." His headmaster added internally.

Greige felt like he was at the top of the world at that moment as everyone's attention fell on him, but most importantly, he knew he did well in supporting his 'father's' mission to bring peace between the East and West.

"I never expected he would earn a Stella that way. As far as the mission goes, it's an ideal outcome." Gray thought happily as he stared at his 'son.'

Juvia knelt before her 'son' and hugged him tightly. She knew how much this meant to the father and son duo and was so glad she could experience it with them. "Juvia is so happy for her Greige! That was incredible; you really are amazing, isn't that right, Gray-sama?"

Pulling away, Juvia stared up at her 'husband' with a joyous smile, which Greige easily mirrored; anyone walking on the street would have genuinely believed they were a real family.

'It's strange though...." Gray thought as he looked down at Juvia, who was still kneeling on the ground with Greige in her arms. The small boy looking up at him with big blue eyes made his chest feel whole. "I can't help but think of the time I foiled that terrorist attack...." Greige listened to his dad's thoughts carefully as he approached the pair; he could see a pink tint on his cheeks as Gray replayed the old mission in his head. "I feel that same pride today."

"Nice work, Greige." Gray finally said, rubbing the young boy's head in admiration.

"Call me Starlight Greige from now on!" The little boy demands his father, and to his surprise, Gray lets out a hearty laugh.

"Okay, Starlight Greige."

"These two....this family." Greige heard Juvia's thoughts wander. "Juvia is so lucky to be a part of them. Even if it isn't forever."

"Should we go out and celebrate?" Juvia said in a cheerful voice, standing up from her previous position but not letting go of the young boy's hand.

"Caramade Franks!" Greige shouted his suggestion causing both parents to laugh, knowing how much their son loved eating the pastry.

"Let's go." Gray agreed, placing his hand on Juvia's back and gently pushing her in the direction where to start walking.

Greige felt his mom's hand tighten as she silently panicked in her mind. "Gray-sama is touching Juvia!" She internally screamed; her mental version swayed back and forth like a young schoolgirl in love.

Love? Greige thought to himself curiously. Is it possible that Juvia really loves Gray even outside of the mission?

The young boy started to replay all the time Juvia got flustered, shy, or embarrassed when Gray did anything affectionate. Additionally, he thought about all the times Juvia thought about Gray when he wasn't around.

Greige looked at his dad, who looked unbothered by how he held his wife. It was just a part of the mission for Gray, playing a loving family and perfect husband, but Greige knew that wasn't the whole truth. He had heard his dad talk to himself about Juvia many times before. When she comes out of her room before she leaves for work or just to stay home, he always notices how his father perks up in mood, even if it's just slightly.

Greige walked with a devilish smile as he looked back to his parents, who lightly chatted with one another. Yes. This is my mission. I will get mama and papa to confess their love for each other!

Just then, a wild cyclist appeared on the sidewalk out of nowhere, swerving their bike manically through the crowd, and Gray had to quickly move to action to prevent them from getting hit. Greige cheered when his dad had the chance to show off his secret impressive spy reflexes, wrapping his arms around both Juvia and him, spinning them around just seconds from impact.

Gray tightly held the pair in his arms when he felt a familiar shiver of danger run up his spine. It wasn't a feeling he often got, only when someone got the best of him, but for some reason, he started to feel it more and more around Juvia.

Looking down, he noticed the woman's eyes were sharp as she glared at the biker in rage for almost hitting Greige. Then, before Gray could even feel a shift change, Juvia's hand was thrown out, and the loud bang of the cyclist's bike wheel popping resonated in his ears.

The biker flung forward and rolled onto the hard ground, everyone staring in shock as they rushed toward the man. It was then Gray noticed a familiar pen wedge into the man's tire. He quickly looked down at the inside of his coat and saw his pen was gone. How did she....When did she grab it?

Greige heard his dad wonder. The small boy laughed. Not only is dad a spy, but mom is an assassin. They are so cool. Well...maybe a little scary, but for the most part, cool.

Juvia visibly panicked as she realized what she had done, bending forward in a deep bow. The blue-haired woman shook her head repeatedly. "Juvia is sorry, she doesn't know what got into her."

"Hey, that hurt lady!" The biker yelled, causing Juvia to sink further into herself, but Gray firmly pulled her to stand tall, wrapping his arm around her waist and tugging Juvia closer to him. His other hand grabbed onto Greige as he began pulling the family away.

"Next time, ride in the bike lane, then my wife won't have to teach you a lesson. You could seriously hurt someone."

Wow! Greige thought, shocked as Juvia covered her crimson face from Gray calling her "my wife" she nearly squealed but did her best to contain herself.

"Let's go," Gray muttered to the pair and began walking away, but Greige held his spot firmly on the ground.

"Greige, let's go if you want to get Caramade Franks." Gray tried again, but the young boy only tsked his tongue and turned his head with a pouty lip.

"Where did he learn this kind of behavior from?" Gray tsked.

"Greige is a mini Gray-sama!" Juvia almost laughed.

Having an idea, Juvia went on the tips of her toes and whispered something into Gray's ear that made him flush in embarrassment.

"I'm not going to say that," Gray argued, but Juvia lightly shrugged.

"Juvia thinks he deserves it after all his hard work recently."

Gray clenched his teeth and nervously began kicking his feet as he looked down at Greige's beady eyes. "Let's go...." The world-class spy mumbled quietly. "Starlight Greige."

Opening his arms out wide, Greige heard honorary trumpets and fireworks explode in his head at the use of his new name. "Let's go." The smooth kid spoke confidently, starting to walk....in the wrong direction.

Gray sighed, shaking his head at the young boy's antics, placing his hand on his hair and turning him around.

"Oh," Greige said, flustered, wiggling his limbs to loosen his nerves. His tiny hands adjusted the already straight Stella pin on his chest and started walking again.

Gray grabbed the little boy's hand but let Greige lead until he needed help. Juvia rushed beside them, linking her arms with Gray and smiling kindly at him.

"It's just a mission." Gray studied the woman who stood at his side, her soft smile taking over his mind as she looked at him like he was the most important person in her life. Second actually, Greige being number one, of course.

"None of this is real." Gray reminded himself as Juvia broke their gaze, peering at Greige, who herded the group. "It's just an act so..." Pulling his arm out of her grasp, Juvia frowned until she felt Gray silently slip his fingers to entwine with hers. Greige cheered in excitement as he saw the front of the pastry stand, quickly running ahead to stand in line. "Why am I so happy?"

#gruvia week #gruvia week 2023 #gruvia fanfiction #gray fullbuster #Juvia Lockser #greige fullbuster #starlight greige

[gothicmoisturee]

Good Boy Kazutora x Reader

Chapter 2

Y/N POV

I feel bad for not saying anything to Kazutora sooner. I’ve been hiding a secret from him for the longest but he has the right to know. Ever since we’ve been fucking in secret everyday I’ve been getting a bad feeling, a feeling that we should stop but deep down we both know that eachother doesn’t want to. I heard a knock on the door, I finished cleaning off the table and answered the door seeing my daughter Hestia and my son Alistar. Hestia and I shared the same hair color and hair texture. The only difference was she gets her eyes from her dad. With Alistar he had the same hair texture as me but shared his dad’s hair color and had my eye color. Hestia is the oldest being 9 and Alistar being 6, every Monday their Dad dropped them off with me to have for the week and he sees them for the weekend. I know between us they’ll love me and their father the same even if we’re divorced. “How was Daddy’s house my cuties?” I say going in to hug them tightly as they hug me back. “We had so much fun! Daddy took us to see Gorillaz at a concert!” Hestia said, jumping up and down. “Woah did he now ?” They both nodded and ran into the house. I giggled following them inside, closing the door. “I made you both dinner and it’s both of y'all favorite separate dishes, Hestia I made you homemade lemon pepper boneless wings and for Alistar I made you spaghetti and meatballs. “ They gasp and run to the dining room immediately sitting at the table where their plates were. “Thank you Mommy!” They said in unison digging into their food. “You both are welcome, if you need anything I’ll be in the kitchen washing dishes!”

Timeskip

I put the kids to bed to get them ready for school in the morning. I walk into my bedroom immediately laying down, closing my eyes a little. Before I doze off I hear my phone ring. I immediately shot up, picking it up and answering. “Hello?” I said “Y/N can I come over? “ It was Kazutora. “You know my kids are here in Kazutora. It's Monday.” “I know but I’m lonely and I can’t wait till Friday night, please.” I sigh looking at the time and respond”Fine but you can’t stay for long, please leave at 5:00am they have school in the morning. ``''I’ll leave at 5:00am no worries! I’m on the way now.” He hung up immediately, I giggled a little. I've only seen him that excited when I praise him. Knowing Kazutora he would speed to get here. I throw on lingerie and put on a silk robe, doing my hair and makeup a bit until I hear my phone ding. I don’t read the message immediately, going to the front door to open it seeing Kazutora himself. “My intuition was right, you were here.” I say letting him inside, closing the door behind him. “ Sorry about yesterday, we got caught by my girlfriend luckily she was out with her friends all day today.” “ I understand Tora, no need to apologize.” I say as I pour myself some red wine and I pour him a glass of whiskey. “Tell me whenever you’re ready and we can start, unless you wanna get high first.” He nods, taking the glass of whiskey and taking a sip of it. “ I wanna fuck while we are high this time.” “You’re so lucky I pre-roll blunts just in case.” I say before heading to my room getting the blunt out my drawer. I light it and puff once while walking back to the living room. “Save some for me babe.” Kazutora Says as I pass it to him. “Don’t smoke all of it. I wanted to save some for later. “He nodded as we kept passing the blunt 5 more times to each other. That was enough to get us high at least. Kazutora slowly traced his hand up my thigh to my left boob, he slowly unties my robe as he goes in to kiss me and I kiss back. My robe falls onto the couch as he grabs my boobs playing with them by twisting my nipple and groping them. I was getting wetter by the second, he started kissing my neck making me moan a little. Without me noticing he unhooked my bra seeing it slide off of me. Kazutora grabs me, making me sit on his lap facing him. I grind against his clothed cock making him moan into the kiss. I unbutton his shirt sliding it off him, he kisses my neck and sucks on it making me cry out in pleasure. Immediately he smacks my ass making me yelp. “ You don’t wanna wake the kids now Mommy.” “S-Sorry, it just feels so good.” He chuckles before going back to feeling me up and down and kissing me all over. “Tora please, I need you inside now!” I hear him unbuckle his pants, sliding them and his boxers down a little and pulling his dick out. “I want you to ride me and if you get tired I’m taking over.” His tip was leaking already, I licked my lips as he slid my panties to the side. I was so hungry for his cock I just wanted it inside me stretching my tight pussy. I grabbed his cock slowly sinking down on it. I moan slightly, feeling his thick head stretch me out a little. Kazutora, being impatient, slammed his cock inside me, making me moan loudly, gripping his shoulders. “Idiot, why did you do that?” “You weren't going fast enough Mommy, you know how I like it.” My legs are shaking, I start moving my hips riding his cock slowly at first to adjust. I hear Kazutora let out small moans, I moan as it starts to feel good and start to bounce on his cock at a medium speed. He smacks my ass harder each time as a way of telling me to go faster which I do. “ Fucking hell you finna make me loose it.” Kazutora says while pinching my nipples, making me gasp. The more I ride him at a fast pace, the more tired my knees get, making me slow down a little. He didn’t like that one bit. Without warning Kazutora switches positions, having us in missionary with my legs above my head. “ I told you to do it right, didn't I?”

He thrust into me without warning fast pace hitting my deepest spots making me gasp and moan loudly. I tried to cover my mouth stopping myself from being too loud but he pushed my arms away saying” Don’t do it since you didn’t wanna follow directions.” “ I’m sorry Tora, please forgive me!!” His thrust became harder and faster I could tell he was close and so was I. “Where do you want it Mommy?” His breath is shaky. “ Inside, I want you to breed me!” He nods continuing his thrust until my phone rang. “ Shit! I’m gonna cum in your tight pussy Mommy!” I quickly grabbed my phone and answered without checking who it was. “ H-Hello?” “ Y/N it’s Mikey I just wanted to let you know I’m coming over later to check on you and the kids, someone got information on Bonten and I don’t know if they are gonna target you guys.” “ Mhm” is all I say because I don’t wanna blow my cover. “ You okay Y/N usually you respond better than-“ before I could hear Mikey’s sentence fully I was interrupted by Kazutora cumming inside me making me cum on his cock. I put my hand over my mouth with my whole body trembling. “ Y-Yes I’m fine, just tired I’ll talk to you more later.” I hung up immediately. Kazutora falls on top of me with his cock still in me as my pussy leaks of his cum. He quickly drifts to sleep as I’m alone in my thoughts.

Yes Manjiro Sano is my Baby Daddy and ex-husband, but Kazutora doesn’t need to know that.

#mikey sano smut #mikey x reader #tokyo revengers smut #anime #kazutora hanemiya smut #tokyo revengers #manga #kazutora smut #sub kazutora #bonten mikey

[lxvejohnny]

The endless beginning

part nine

scream VI fanfiction with implied ethan x oc!

find the masterlist for this fic here. one last part after this (and it will finally have the reveal!) enjoy!

Amelie was never one to run. Or do much physical activity that it. She played sports and did dance when she was younger which helped keep her physical but as she got older, she slowed down her engagement with sports. She figured that one day she might regret doing that, and today seemed to truly prove that point to her. If she could go back in time and tell her younger self anything, it would be to never stop any form of physical activity, hell, maybe take up track while you’re at it. Because within the last year of her life, she has had to do more running than before, and she gets winded. Which explains why, currently, Amelie pants as she makes the final stretch down the street where she sees Kirby’s striking blonde hair make its way to the door of the theatre.

“Kirby!” Amelie calls out as she gets closer, she spots the rest of her friends beside Kirby and lets a sigh in relief, at least they were all there and okay. “Sam!”

Kirby turns her head where she hears her name being called and spots Amelie running up to them. The girl finally reaches the group who stopped to let Amelie catch up and she hunches over, hands on her knees as she pants. “Oh, my god.”

“What the hell?” Sam takes notice of the girl’s arm and concern floods her eyes. Chad, from beside Sam, looks behind Amelie and notices the lack of people following her. Panic immediately enters the boy when he can’t seem to spot his sister anywhere near. “Amie, where is Mindy?”

“Ghostface-he-train,” Amelie pants out before taking a few deep breathes. She finally stands up straight and prepares to let the group know what happened back on the subway. “Ghostface was on the train with us-“

“-What?”

“-Is everyone okay?”

“-What the fuck?”

Her three friends cut her off and her eyes widen before raising her hand in the air to pause them from continuing. “They managed to cut my arm and, uh-uh, said something about how I was lucky this time, but everything went so dark and they just left me and then they found Mindy and stabbed her-“

“-And you left her?” Amelie’s rant gets cut off by Chad who pushes to stand in front of the girl and grabs her shoulders. She lets out a wince when a pain shoots through her cut and he drops his hand from that arm. “What the hell? Is-is she okay?”

“Yes, yes, she is okay,” Amelie nods immediately, almost afraid of Chad's urgency. She gets it, though, she is his sister and they already have been through hell together. “We got her off the subway, got help, and Ethan stayed back with her.”

Chad looks at Amelie and his shoulder visibly release some tension, but the concern from his eyes lingers. He nods slowly and pulls her in for a hug, her arms wrap around his torso, and she lays her head on his chest. “I-I’m sorry for scaring you, Amie.”

“She’s okay, Chad. She is going to be okay,” Amelie shakes her head as she speaks. She completely understands the way he acted, if it were any one of them, she would have been the same way.

The two finally separate and they all begin to head into the theatre. Kirby swipes her card to enter through the last door and opens it for all of them to begin pilling in.

“I cleared the whole place before we got here. So, this is the only way in or out,” Kirby points to the door they just entered. “He steps into the first door, both doors lock automatically, trapping him inside. We turn it into a kill-box.”

“Weapons?” Sam questions. Suppose those would be needed if they encounter Ghostface.

“One gun and I hold onto it,” Sam looks like she is about to disagree with the Kirby and Amelie’s eyebrows furrow at her answer. How will they defend themselves if the only weapon is a gun they aren’t allowed to have? “I am the only one with a badge here, and that’s the way it’s going to be. We are safe here.”

The four friends all look at each other, gauging to see if they all trusted Kirby and this idea of hers. When none of them seemed to dispute with Kirby, they began walking to the center of the theatre and began to take their jackets off.

“I’m gonna give Ethan a call, see how Mindy is doing,” Amelie announces once she gets her thin sweater off her body, wincing once more when she pulled the sleeve of her cut arm. Leaving her in a dark blue v-neck tee shirt, she feels the cool, old air of the theatre on her bare arms and is relieved at the feeling. She looks down at the sweater and rips the bottom of it, a stretching noise follows. She carefully wraps the piece of sweater around her bicep where the cut was and ties it in a knot, keeping it in place.

The bandage covering her gash from the attack at the apartment sticks out behind her shirt and she looks down at with disgust, noticing some blood started to seep through. She cannot wait until this shit was over so she can finally enjoy a nice shower and clean clothes, maybe a proper bandaid for her cut. Luckily, the cut wasn’t deep enough to need stitches or for it to keep bleeding, but it did still sting if pressure was applied too close to it. Sam begins to head in the direction of the stage where the cloaks are and Tara and Chad appear to veer off together, in the room with next to the shrine. Amelie pulls her phone out of her pocket and dials Ethan’s number, slowly walking towards the middle right of the shrine where her aunt Tatum’s items lay. The call ends up going to voicemail, Amelie sighs and hangs up before redialling. The same thing happens, and she places her phone back in her pocket. “C’mon, Ethan.”

Amelie jumps when she hears Sam call out for Kirby’s name and begins to walk up to the older girl. She notices the knife in her hand and points to it with a questioning look, “What the..?”

Sam meets up to stand beside the younger girl and shakes her head in dismissal. A faint creak is heard in the direction of the front door and the two look towards it in panic. They slowly advance closer to the door and Amelie faintly gives Kirby’s name a call once more, “Kirby?”

Suddenly Sam’s phone begins to ring and the two jump at the noise. Amelie places a hand on her heart. She swears that this will end up giving her a heart attack one day, “Jesus.”

“Hello?” Sam answers her phone. Amelie waits patiently for Sam to finish her call who mouths that it was the detective to her. She can see the rising panic etch its way onto Sam’s face and begins to get concerned herself. The phone call ends, and Sam turns to Amelie, rushing out, “it’s Kirby. We need to leave.”

The two run towards the door and attempt to see if there was a way to open it before the lights suddenly turn off. Jerking around the locked door brings Amelie back to the bodega. Funny how similar the situations are again. Amelie’s breathe quickens at the idea that Ghostface, the one out to kill them, was a member of the FBI. Not only that but a girl who they could trust. The sound of a landline begins to ring throughout the theatre and a film begins playing on the projector. Amelie and Sam turn to look at each other and share a look of fear.

“Fucks sake,” Amelie moans in despair. “We should probably go find Tara and Chad.”

“Yeah,” Sam agrees and the two head off in the direction where the two departed from. They stop when they hear commotion come from the other side of the doors and rush towards them in panic. Tara and Chad jump in fear when the door opens before realizing it was just Sam and Amelie. The girl is quick to notice the close proximity between the two and would be tempted to tease them for it if not for the current circumstances. Amelie looks on the ground to see Ghostface laying on the ground in pain, she figures Chad had a part in that. Chad calls for them all to go and Amelie reaches to grab Chad’s sleeve to pull him into them faster so they can leave the room fast and together.

“It’s Kirby, she’s the killer,” Sam lets them know as they turn to look at what direction they should head in.

“No shit,” Chad replies. If all four of them are there and Kirby isn’t, it makes Kirby look incredibly guilty. While blaming Kirby seems like the easiest choice based off current situations and Sam’s phone call with the detective, it doesn’t feel right to blame her to Amelie. The girl notices Chad head towards the front door and lets him know, “it’s locked.”

“So, we’re trapped!?” Chad calls.

“She made this whole theatre a kill-box,” Sam looks around to spot any possible exits. “For us.”

“Hey, what about that?” Tara looks up towards the balcony and the other three follow her gaze. “There’s an exit door. Maybe it leads to the roof or something.”

“There’s only one way to find out, let’s go,” Chad urges them all to head towards the direction of the ladder that leads up to the exit doors. Before they get the chance, Ghostface runs out and jumps down from the stage where they begin to swipe at the four. Tara manages to dodge the first swipe and slides on the ground. The second swipe is aimed at Sam where she also ducks in time but her knife clatters to the ground as it slips from her hand. The third swipe is aimed at Amelie who stands in front of Chad but he manages to push her out of way towards Sam before he ducks his head himself. The knife ends up slicing the head of the mannequin beside them to which Chad notices with wide eyes and calls out, “beheadings!”

Chad tackles the Ghostface to the ground as the three girls push themselves up onto their feet and run up onto the stage, behind the curtains. Chad follows closely behind with a directing camera clutched in his hand. Amelie looks around to find the closest exit and spots a small hallway towards the side of the stage.

“Come on! This way!” she begins running in the direction of the hall and the other three follow close behind. Amelie pants as she runs as fast as she can down the hall. She turns her head to make sure her friends are close behind and sees Chad throw the camera at Ghostface who trails closely behind. The hall leads back to the room with the old concession stand counter is and the three girls run to stand behind it. Amelie watches once again as Chad stands up to Ghostface who makes it past the fallen popcorn machine and begins swiping with his knife. The killer manages to pin Chad to the wall, which only lasts for a split second before Amelie and Tara grab one arm and Sam grabs the other to pull the person away from Chad. Whoever the killer is, Amelie is suspecting it cannot be Kirby. This person was too strong to be able to fall back with the girls as they held him back before they managed to shove all three girls off his arms at once. Luckily, Chad comes up just in time and swings a punch at the masked face, causing the killer to fall to the ground. Tara and Amelie jump back to make sure they don’t get in the way of the killers fall and Tara takes her chance and kicks the killer in the face while they are still on the ground. Chad calls for the girls to go again before he picks up an empty gumball machine, lifting it up and ready to swing it down onto Ghostface before a scream leaves his mouth.

Amelie turns around when she hears Chad’s yell, and she gasps once she sees Chad got stabbed and is now being surrounded by two Ghostface’s. Amelie and Sam each reach for one of Tara’s arms as she tries to run up to Chad, screaming, “CHAD!”

Screams fall past Tara’s lips as sobs escape Amelie’s as they watch the two Ghostface’s each take turns stabbing into Chad’s body. Blood begins to pour out of his mouth and it looks as if he is trying to tell the girls something but his words barely make it out. Sobs continue to fall out of Amelie’s lips as she watches Chad’s body fall on the ground in front of her and the killers turn at the same time to look at the three and wipe the blood from their knives. Sam rushes to push the two girls out of the door behind them where they run to the middle of the shrine. Sobs can’t seem to stop escaping Tara and Amelie is having a difficult time looking ahead with her blurred vision. The sight of Chad’s lifeless body fall to the ground replays in their minds. The sounds of their knives entering and leaving his body, the squelch of his blood coming into contact with the blade.

Suddenly a Ghostface jumps out from behind the curtains, causing the girls to stagger back and turn around. Their movements are caught short once again when the second Ghostface makes its way around the corner and directly in front of the three, waving their knife in their hand almost mockingly. Amelie’s breathing begins to escalate even more as she comes up short for ideas of where to run to. She feels hand grab onto her wrist and looks to see Sam hand her a brick that she picked up from the ground. Amelie grabs onto the brick and turns to face the Ghostface standing in front of the stage. Tara’s back faces hers as she looks at the Ghostface opposite to her, and Sam stands between Tara and Amelie, looking between the two killers. Amelie can hear Tara cry out Sam’s name from behind her but she can only focus on the killer who is pointing their knife out in her direction as they tilt their masked head.

“Ready?” Amelie can faintly hear Sam ask the girls. From the lack of response from the two girls, she calls to them again, “I need you to be ready. Ready?”

Amelie tries to steady her breathing and she clutches the brick harder in her hand. Sam turns to look at her and then at Tara, “Look at me.”

Amelie looks beside her at Sam and sees the pure determination on her face. She has to be ready, she needs to do this for her, for her dad, for Mindy, Anika, Chad, Gale, for the everlasting list that doesn’t seem to end. So, she nods at Sam. “Let’s fucking do this.”

“Come on motherfuckers!” Tara turns back to the killer in front of her and yells out.

Directly after Tara yells, two gunshots fire throughout the theatre, causing everyone to duck. Amelie stands back up and sees Kirby enter the room with her gun pointed out and the side of her head dripping down in blood. “It’s okay!”

“Stay the fuck back!” Sam calls out to Kirby and places her arms out protectively in front of Tara and Amelie.

“We know it’s you, Kirby,” Tara speaks up. Amelie stays quiet behind the two girls, that same feeling swirling in her stomach telling her that Kirby is not Ghostface.

“One of them knocked me out,” Kirby looks at the girls in disbelief and pants out. She suddenly points her gun behind the girls and Amelie hears detective Bailey call out for Kirby to get away from the girls. The two point their guns towards each other and the three girls push back, out of the way in case the firearms were fired.

“What are you doing?” Kirby asks the detective, her voice shaky.

“Did you kill Quinn?” the detective asks Kirby, a hard look settling onto his face. “Did you kill my daughter?”

“Jesus christ,” Kirby lets out, her hands shakier than ever. She looks over to the girls, almost pleading them with her eyes for them to believe that she didn’t do any of us. “Whatever he has been saying to you, don’t believe him. He’s probably the killer.”

Amelie’s eyes widen as she sees Ghostface make their way behind the detective and as he fires two shots at Kirby, causing her to fall back. Suddenly the killer stops behind Bailey and Amelie can’t seem to close her mouth, too shocked at what was about to be announced.

“Great job,” the detective says proudly, directed to the Ghostface beside him. Suddenly the other Ghostface walks up to the other side of Bailey, and he turns to the second one, “both of you.”

Amelie knew it wasn’t Kirby, knew that it couldn’t be her. What she didn’t suspect was for there to be three Ghostface’s out to get them and for one of them to be the lead detective on their case. Betrayal courses through Amelie’s body as she stares at the man who she was supposed to trust, in shock.

“You?” Tara questions as she also looks at the detective in defeat.

“Yeah, of course me,” Bailey replies sarcastically. “I expected more from the three of you after what you did to us.”

“What do you mean us?” Amelie finally speaks up as she looks between the two who remained masked. The detective chuckles darkly at her and gives her a teasing smile, knowing that the unmasking was going to give her a bigger shock than her finding out that he was a part of the plan. Bailey nudges his arm into the second Ghostface on his left and the person behind the mask appears to hesitate before lifting it up.

Amelie has felt her world stop too many times now than she would like to count. She felt it stop when her first pet hamster passed away when she was seven, when she placed second in her dance competition, when her dad first sat her down to tell her what happened to her aunt Tatum to warn her that it was happening again, when she discovered Wes’ dead body, when she found out her dad died, when Amber revealed herself as the killer, when she realized Ghostface was back at the bodega, when she wasn’t able to save Anika, and now, when the one boy she began to fall for again after losing Wes, appeared from under the mask. Her heart began to crack, all in different places and she heard it as it fell to the ground and shattered. She felt broken and so, so betrayed at the realization that Ethan, sweet boy who has liked her for so long, Ethan Landry, is the one out to kill her and her friends.

But as she feels her eyes begin to release more tears, she is beginning to feel angrier than ever before. She has let so many people into her life who have either turned up dead or betrayed her, and she feels a fool for letting it happen once again. She should have listened to Mindy. Sweet, smart, Mindy who she left all alone with the killer, was right once again. Amelie stares into the brown eyes of Ethan’s, ones she used to find so beautiful and sweet, now evil and dark, and feels sad, of course, but frustration and revenge overpowers any vulnerability she may show. She said it herself; she was going to kill these fucking people and she meant it. Even if that means ending the life of the boy who she was falling for, she was going to fucking do it.

#ethan landry #scream #scream vi #scream six #jack champion #ethan kirsch #dewey riley #ethan landry x reader #scream imagine #scream fanfic #ethan landry imagine #scream vi spoilers #scream vi x reader #scream ethan #ethan landry scream #scream 6 #scream x reader

[invisibleraven]

Phantom Carols

For the @jatp-adventevent prompt: Queer Day

Day Seventeen: Done We Now Our Gay Apparel <-AO3!

Julie comes to him as a teen and tells Ray that she thinks she likes girls and boys. Ray pulls her into a hug, tells her he loves her, is proud of her, and he’ll happy welcome anyone she brings home… when she’s old enough to date. She rolls her eyes and whines, but the small bitten off smile tells him all he needs to know as she skips off, presumably to tell Rose.

Ray breathes out a breath, running his palm down over his face and then grins. He loves that Julie is able to tell him this kind of stuff, and that the world is a kinder, though not perfect place for queer people now. He remembers the hatred from his college years towards his LBGT peers, and the subtle undercurrent of derision when both he and Rose tried a few things out, with her liking everyone, and Ray falling more on the ‘heteroflexible’ side of things, but happy enough to have a bit of fun if the opportunity arose.

When Julie is old enough to date, she and Flynn decide to go together with their dates, which Rose thinks is adorable, and Ray feels like it will make things way less tense for the girls. Julie is going with some guy from the lacrosse team. “Who’s the lucky guy Flynn?” he had asked as the girls got ready.

“Girl, actually,” Flynn replied. “I’m a lesbian.” She finished applying her eyeliner, then turned to look at Ray. “It’s Carrie, by the way.”

“Well then, good job. You’re both lucky girls.”

Flynn scrunched in on herself at that, and then bit her bottom lip. “I… I don’t identify as a girl actually. I’m non-binary, I’m using they/them pronouns now. Is that okay?”

Ray gathers her into a hug at that, assuring her-them-that it is, and promises to try and remember and be respectful. He’s never met anyone who identifies as non-binary, but for Flynn, who is practically a second daughter to him, he’s more than willing to learn.

A year later, Julie brings home her bandmates. Ray likes those boys, they’re sweet and respectful, and the music they make is pretty darn good. Rose has a smile for each of them as they come in the house, and she always has a tray of snacks at the ready for them. Today though, she’s out shopping, so Ray throws something together to bring out. Julie is squat between Luke and Reggie on the couch, the three of them hunched over a notebook.

But Alex is sitting on the armchair, another boy practically in his lap, playing with his hair. “Oh hey Mr. M!” he says with a wave. “This is my boyfriend Willie.”

“Yo!” Willie says with a jaunty wave.

“Very nice to meet you Willie,” Ray replies. “You’re welcome any time.” He turns to Julie then. “Make sure to get your homework done amidst all the song writing please, and dinner tonight is lasagne if anyone wants to stay.”

He leaves the garage then, but just after he clears the door, he hears Julie say. “I told you he wouldn’t care. He’s not like your parents.”

“I know, but he’s still a dad,” Alex replies. “He just… happens to be a good one.”

Ray has to smile at that, and by the time the band meets up again, there’s a Pride flag in the window and Alex beams when he sees it, nodding at Ray when he greets him.

Luke actually comes out to Rose, and Ray just happens to be there. He approaches shyly, asking her if she thinks Julie would say yes to a movie date if he asked. Rose beams and says yes, but he’d be better off asking Julie herself.

“And you don’t mind that I’m…” he trails off, but moves his cut off so the scars are visible.

“No,” Ray says firmly. “If Julie knows and doesn’t care, then why should we?”

“She knows,” Luke says. “And that I’m pan, and she likes me just the same. She’s pretty accepting.”

“Well I’m pansexual too, so she grew up knowing that who you are attracted to doesn’t mean squat as long as you’re a good person,” Rose replied, and Luke offers her a fist bump at that. Ray grins, and thanks whatever force sent these boys to Julie, and to them. He knows not every parent would be as cool with it, and from the whispers he's heard, some of these boys parents are not.

Reggie is the last one to come out, and it’s in a weird, roundabout way. Julie and Luke march into the house, Reggie in tow and tell Ray that they’re all dating now.

“O…kay, you want to give me more details there mija?”

“I’m bisexual,” Reggie says, his eyes downcast. “I… I kind of just figured it out recently.” He lights up though when Ray grips his shoulder, offering him a warm smile. Ray has a fondness for Reggie, and any chance to make his sunshiney self come out, he takes.

“We all like each other, so why not all date?” Luke supplies.

“Love triangles are stupid, especially when polyamory is a easy solution,” Julie finishes.

Ray and Rose exchange glances, but re-assert that they love them all, and whatever they need, all they have to do is ask. There’s a lot of hugging and tears, but Ray can see those boys adore Julie and each other, so what more can he ask? Life will be hard enough on them, he doesn't need to add to it just because he doesn't understand it yet.

He and Rose spend a lot of time researching after that, but they always let their kids... all their kids know that they are loved, accepted, and safe in their home. If the guys spend more and more time there after that, well Rose just starts buying more snacks, and Ray offers as many dad hugs as they need.

That holiday season, Ray puts up a small tree in the garage. The kids all spend most of their time there anyways. And knowing the varying levels of acceptance from their respective families, bedecks the tree in as many queer themed ornaments as possible. It's a rainbow mish-mash of flags and hearts, but it's theirs. Everyone loves it, and when he brings snacks out this time, he catches the conversation as they take it in.

“Man are there any actually straight people close to us?” Alex comments wryly.

“Tia Victoria?” Luke offers.

“She’s aro-ace actually,” Willie replies. “She told me herself when I came out as demi.”

“Carlos?” Luke proposes.

“Carlos is twelve,” Julie says and Ray can almost hear the eye roll. “He's still figuring himself out.”

“You dad,” Reggie replied.

“You rang?” Ray says as he comes in, setting down the tray of hot cocoa and cookies.

“We’re just saying you might be the only straight person we know,” Julie says as she thanks him for the treats.

“Who said I was straight?” Ray replies with a wink, walking out, whistling Jingle Bells, and giggling to himself at the gobsmacked teenagers he left behind.

#my stuff #writing #fanfic #ray molina: best tv dad #jatpadvent2022 #julie and the phantoms

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The Spark - Chapter 9: Not Who I Used To Be - Poe Dameron/OC

Pairing: Poe Dameron x OC

Summary: When her childhood best friend recruits her during an undercover mission for the Resistance, Captain Kara Embers embraces her family legacy and joins the fight against the First Order. As the secrets of her past come to light, Kara never expects to be training with her mom’s best friend, flying her father’s ship, and falling in love with the Yavin-4 boy who always said he’d be the galaxy’s best pilot.

A/N: Nice juicy long chapter for y'all with a TON of Kara background which will help us out as we continue.. we are going to revisit a few of the points in some later segments. But, we've got some self discovery, some deeper flashbacks, some quality implied smut... (one day, I'll write a chapter of that.. but not today!) and then we'll get back to the action.

Warnings: violence, language, sarcasm, moodiness, whump, fluff, kissing, ya know.. all that stuff. Implied smut (lots of teasing..) and well, ghosts.

Links: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4| Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8

Masterlist on my blog!

Word Count - 7.8K

Finn, Poe, and Chewy were on their third game of dejarik when she dismissed herself to the peace and quiet of the empty cockpit. 

The lived-in pilots chairs felt like home when she eased down into one, bringing back memories of Han and all the pretend missions she’d flown alongside Poe when they were kids. The ship had played such a huge part in her life…and despite every loss she’d ever experienced, it was the one thing that always felt like a constant. 

Kara closed her eyes as the stars blurred past the windows, feeling her muscles relax and mind slow down. It was rare that she had a moment alone,  not that she didn’t love her little Resistance family, but sometimes the time to just be in the silence was all she really wanted.

“Commander Embers…hope that doesn’t get back to your father.” The voice didn’t register to Kara at first, considering she hadn’t heard it since she was seven. “He’ll go to Leia himself to appeal.” 

Kara opened her eyes and saw the woman in the copilot’s seat, glowing like Han had been earlier. She was the same age she was in her memories, looking at her just like she did when she’d finally  come home after a long day at work. 

“Mom?” 

“Stargirl.” Athena replied, wishing that she could wipe the tears that were streaming down her daughter’s cheeks. 

“How?”

“My soul lives in the Force, Kara. Just as your connection to it awards you with extraordinary gifts, I was able to draw upon your link to become visible to you.” Her mother stated, “It’s taken years for it to be strong enough.”

Kara sat up in her seat, stumbling over where exactly to start. “I have so much to tell you.” 

“Leia has done a good job of keeping me in the loop.” Athena chuckled, giving Kara a smile she only ever dreamed of getting to see again. “You are quite the swordswoman apparently.” 

“It might have been all the years I spent pretending to be a Jedi.” Kara rolled her eyes. 

“Or sparring your father… who may have been taking lessons from me after you went to bed.” Athena smirked, seeing her daughter balk at the idea that her very technical father had done anything but fire a blaster or fly a star fighter. 

“No way-“ 

“How else do you think he was able to beat both you and Poe so many times?” She giggled, “the two of you would have eaten nothing but bantha cookies if he didn’t step up his game!” 

“Newsflash…we got them from Han instead.” 

“That scoundrel!“ Both women were laughing so hard Kara was sure that someone would eventually come to make sure she hadn’t lost her mind. Lucky for her, the boys must have been still entirely too enthralled with their game. “And I thought your father was the weak one.” 

“Poe can be incredibly convincing.” 

“Oh I remember,” her mother remarked, her gaze falling briefly to the chain around her neck. “That boy was trouble the day he was born.” 

Kara tried to hide her blush, “well, dad wasn’t exactly an angel either.” 

“Who told you that?” The older woman questioned, “Leia told you that, didn't she?” 

Athena looked at her daughter, holding her gaze like she used to when she was a child. All she wanted was to spend hours telling her daughter everything she vowed that she would when she was old enough, but there was one thing that was the most important. Well, two things. 

“Kara, much like the Skywalkers… you also have a legacy in the Force and it isn’t just me.” She started, “My family has been training and assisting Jedi for generations. My father, your grandfather, trained Leia’s brother and their father, Anakin Skywalker. His name was Obi-Wan Kenobi.” 

Kara’s eyebrows raised, recognizing the name from stories Leia had told her. Obi-Wan “Ben” Kenobi was also where Leia’s son had gotten his name. 

“Luke only agreed to mentor me after I agreed to never take on a padawan. He blames my father’s strict adherence to the Jedi Order but lenient enforcement of the code as the reason that Anakin turned to the dark side. He feels our legacy is cursed with a lean to temptation… and you may find that many people agree with him as they discover your gift.” 

The girl nodded, understanding her mother’s warning. “Mom, I’m not going to turn.” 

“Leia and I know that, but Luke is stubborn and senile.” She retorted. “And he’ll not only sense your bond with Dameron, he’ll assume it will be the ultimate downfall of the Resistance.” 

“Mom.” 

“Stargirl, look at me.” She snapped, her tone sounding more like a medical general than a mother. “He could turn everyone against you.” 

“It’s a risk we have to take, Mom. Luke will just have to find a way to believe in us, just like Leia has.” 

Athena saw something change in her daughter’s eyes as her fingers grazed the ring she wore around her neck. “You love him don’t you?” 

“What?” Kara looked at her mother, trying to hide any signs that she had allowed her mind to drift away from their previous conversation. 

“Don’t play games with me, Kara.” She said, knowing the girl had heard her original question. “It was the night he brought you home, wasn’t it?” 

“No one told me that Han Solo had a daughter…” 

Kara was used to the cheesy pick-up lines and the winks of many handsome outlaws or military officers looking for a decent distraction while stuck in the desert of Tatooine. Usually the lines started with something like a Hutt had a bounty on her head or she was hotter than both suns the planet shared an orbit with, and not a reference to a family member. 

She casually glanced in the direction of the words, catching his worn leather jacket, gray scarf, and open collared shirt as a welcome change of pace. She’d just ended a brief engagement with a New Republic Admiral… and the idea of getting into it with another high ranking officer just didn’t have the same appeal it did before. 

“Solo doesn’t have a daughter. Just a Wookiee, and a ship we’d all like another shot at.” She replied, watching the man smile as if he knew her words were a bit scripted. He was overwhelmingly familiar, with his bronzed skin, stocky stature, and dark curls, but then again she’d been undercover a half dozen times… he could have been anyone. 

“Only ship to make the Kessel run—“ he started,

“In 12 parsecs.” She finished, keeping him firmly in her peripheral vision. He certainly had good intel on her, even if it was a well known rumor among Resistance allies that she’d frequently hide out as a former apprentice of Solo. Kara sipped her drink, hoping that just maybe, he’d find her lack of interest in the subject to be enough to send him on his way. She could see her partner starting to notice him in the booth nearby, at least if this did go south, she had back up. 

She felt the man sit down next to her, his sandalwood cologne tickling her nose as it clashed with the faint smell of starfighter fuel and grease that stuck to his jacket. “So what’s a guy have to do to get you another Corellian whiskey…?” 

“I was about to switch to something lighter actually.” She retorted,

“So one shot on the rocks instead of the double..?” He countered, smirking as he slid the shorter rocks glass in front of her. Kara finally turned to look at him as he took a swig of his own drink. He was very clearly a former Republic pilot, as his jacket was standard issue, but the patches reflected a much different cause. 

It wasn’t until his eyes met hers, their warm welcoming gaze awakening thousands of memories that she’d repressed for the last several years. The dopey grin and curls matched perfectly to the boy she’d spent her childhood running around with, but it couldn’t have been him… could it? 

“Doesn’t have the same kick when it isn’t smuggled out of a stash Han kept under the floorboards of the Falcon does it?” He whispered in her ear, pulling back just in time to see her polite grin transform into one trying to hide her bewilderment. She onced him over one more time, carefully maintaining her cover before swiftly getting up, grabbing his upper arm and leading him out the back door of the cantina before anyone really could tell what was going on. 

Kara was not the same girl she was when he’d enlisted nor was she the little girl he’d protect from the bigger kids on base when they were growing up. Someone had taken a lot of time turning her into a confident and capable fighter over the last several years. There wasn’t a single shred of the shyness that she’d struggled with when they were younger. And she was stronger than he remembered. Poe staggered a few feet when she pushed him out in front of her but never hit the ground, watching her pace a minute before she stopped, ran a hand through her hair and looked at him again. 

“I need to know it’s actually you.” She said, tears brimming in her eyes as she tried her damnedest to sound authoritative. Poe pulled the scarf from his neck, revealing the necklace he’d worn every day since his mother died, and flipped her the tags he had tucked in his jacket. 

Her fingers ran across the embossed Aurebesh symbols of his name, ID numbers, and home planet. It was him. Poe Dameron. Yavin 4. 

She took the tags in her hand and closed the space between them, breaking into a sob as soon as she felt him pull her into one of the tightest hugs she’d had in a decade. Kara hadn’t gotten more than a Christmas holo from Poe since they went their separate ways when they were barely 17 years old. It had even been a few years since Han had told her about them going to get him on Kijimi, and she had to admit, he looked better now than he’d ever had.

Poe finally looked as tough as he always believed that he was, his biceps toned from wrestling aircraft and his five o’clock shadow making him appear a bit older than his late twenties. He carried himself like a leader, even if he wasn’t quite sure that he was yet, a confidence he honed in while running spice. 

“Maker, I’ve missed you.” He said, his senses overwhelmed by her warmth and the way she fit just right in his arms. Despite her rugged look, she still smelled like passionfruit and vanilla, just like she did the day she left. 

“You feel like home.” She replied, her happy tears subsiding a bit as she allowed herself to relax. “And I haven’t been home in a very long time.” 

“Well, it’s not the same place it was when you left.” Poe said, smiling as he stepped back to get a better look at her. Kara’s steely gaze from before was now as soft as he remembered it, her irises still as green as the treetops on Yavin. “Dad is still there. The rest of us have gone to fight with the Resistance.” 

“So, that’s where you ended up.” Kara smirked, having heard of the fighters through many of her intel reports with the New Republic military. In her brief interactions with Han, she knew that Leia was involved with them, as were many of their old friends. “You always were a rebel though.” 

“Takes one to know one.” Poe teased. “You should join us.” 

Kara’s eyes widened as she stepped back from her friend. “Poe, I’m a special operations officer with the New Republic. I can’t just leave.” 

“Says who? We could use your skills. Plus, we desperately need lightfighter pilots. You can’t tell me that they are still letting you fly?” She could see Poe trying to understand why she was so quick to say no. Especially after just telling him that he felt like home. There was something holding her back. He could feel her vulnerability, even after being apart all these years. It didn’t matter, he was sure that He still knew her better than anyone else.“You aren’t happy. I can tell.” 

“I’ve changed Poe.” 

“Not as much as you think.” He said, his hand running down her arm. “You are definitely a little tougher than I remember you being. Probably could beat me in a fight now if you didn’t pull your punches.” 

She snorted and rolled her eyes. 

“I saved my ex-fiance and several senators from a band of pirates a couple weeks ago. Me and the two security forces guys they brought in. It’s the only time that they’ve gotten everyone home from a compromised mission like that.” Kara replied, seeing the sting in his eyes when she said ex-fiance. 

“Wait, you were engaged?” Poe felt his heart burn in his chest. It may have been ten years since he saw her last but the feelings he had for her clearly hadn’t let go like he thought they did. 

“To an admiral.” She stated, her gaze falling to the ground. “He had a problem with my most recent promotion, so we called it off.” 

The words fell out of his mouth before he could stop them. “Sounds like a kriffing idiot.” 

Kara tried to keep herself from beaming, her heart swelling in her chest. She always had a feeling that Poe had deeper feelings for her, especially when they were teens. He always did a really good job of hiding it though, always insisting it was just the nature of their friendship and that she’d always be like a sister to him.

There was something different about the way he had just insulted her ex that told her that it wasn’t him trying to be the big brother figure he always was for her. Least she thought so. It very well could have been the whiskey or the heat of this godforsaken planet screwing with her, but she swore it was different. 

“Come back with me.” He insisted, not an ounce of doubt in his voice. “Tonight.” 

“What part of I can’t just leave the New Republic did you miss?” She snapped, “I’m on an undercover mission anyway.” 

“You’ve been gone for 20 minutes and your partner hasn’t once come looking for you.” Poe said, matter of factly. Kara looked at the back door of the cantina and back at the man, he was right. Her lieutenant should have at least radioed her by now. “And there’s something that tells me there’s a reason for that.” 

“They’ll prosecute you for kidnapping.” She countered, though half-heartedly. 

“Let ‘em.” Poe retorted, sounding a bit more cocky than he originally intended. “Leia will bail me out.” 

“Leia?” Kara questioned, as she hadn’t seen Han’s wife since before she’d left for the academy. “Leia Organa?” 

“General Leia Organa.” Poe corrected. 

Kara glanced at her datapad, seeing an unread message from her ex on the screen as Poe watched her toy with the idea of abandoning her mission. She slipped the pad back in her pocket as her radio finally chirped, her partner’s ears had clearly started ringing. 

She ignored him, eyes flicking back to her best friend. “I can’t –” 

“You can.” Poe urged, stepping even closer to her. He took her hands in his, his fingers grazing over the Aurebesh tattoo on her wrist and hovering for a second over where he knew her engagement ring once was. Poe wasn’t ready to say goodbye again, hell, it had been hard enough to do when he was a kid. She was uncharacteristically worried about this admiral and her mission. Almost as if she was trying to convince herself that this meeting had been part of some elaborate plan he’d schemed up. 

Lucky for him, his own mission had fallen apart before it really started as The Resistance mark on this planet likely blew him off anyway. it wouldn’t have been the first time he’d trekked all the way out here and came home with nothing to show for it. But coming home with Kara… he never dreamed he’d get the chance again and that would be worth whatever the consequences turned out to be.

He watched her take the commlink in her hand, “I’m ok Liutentient, I’ll meet you back at our ship in 30 minutes.” 

Poe’s eyes locked on hers. She was still stubborn. A bit of stickler for the rules too. No wonder she’d done so well for herself with the New Republic. He could see the conflict tugging at her heart, but disobeying orders was starting to feel like too high of a cost for her. He was going to have to try harder. 

“He’s your commanding officer isn’t he?” Poe asked, knowing he was likely going to strike a nerve. “Your ex-fiance?”

“Yes.” Her answer was curt. Almost like it burned on her tongue. 

“He denied your promotion, you broke up with him, and yet you are still out on his orders?”

“Yes.” Poe could see her annoyance starting to bubble up behind her stare. 

“And your lieutenant, that’s his best friend isn’t it?” 

Kara froze, tension returning to her frame. Poe knew if he turned back now, he’d be going home with just a black eye instead of his best friend. And she’d be headed back to two guys that were determined to make sure that she never saw another real special operations mission for as long as she served. They were part of the reason he’d left the New Republic himself all those years ago. The entire corps was too focused on politics to recognize the people that could ultimately help them win the war and save millions of innocent lives from the First Order. Kara was one of those people, just like so many others before her, who were slowly becoming victims of the establishment. 

“Any second now, that lieutenant is going to come around that corner and find you.” He said, walking her slowly back toward the wall of the cantina. “Neither of them trust you to even be on a simple reconnaissance mission on your own after you saved their lives? — Kara, that’s bullshit and you know it.” 

“It’s protocol.” She deflected. 

“No it’s not. And I am not going to stand around and let a bunch of pompous assholes try and manipulate you into thinking otherwise.” He had caged her against the wall with his arms, his face only inches from her own as they heard her partner’s boots crunching in the dirt as he approached. Poe was trying to make it look like she’d been ambushed rather than the two of them getting reacquainted, just to keep her cover maintained. “Our parents won medals for missions just like yours but you are accepting a decrease in trust and more supervision when you should be commanding a fleet.” 

He tsked, knowing that it would set her off. “Maybe you really have changed.” 

Poe didn’t even have a chance to blink before she hit him, her fist knocking him hard in the face and a follow-up knee forced him to double over as it connected with his gut. His head spun as he hit his knees. It didn’t matter how ready he thought he was for her strike, it wasn’t enough. Kara was strong before he’d pissed her off. Turns out she was borderline lethal if someone really riled her up. 

She scowled at him as he tried to get his bearings. Poe heard her saying something to her partner who had come running when he heard his pained grunt echo between buildings. The man eyed him up once before turning on his heel, chirping a command into his commlink, and left the young woman once more to deal with him. 

Kara dropped down, taking Poe’s head in her hands as he struggled to get it to stop throbbing, “You ever accuse me of settling again… I swear to Maker, Dameron.” 

“So, you’re coming with me?” He was persistent, she’d give him that. Insufferably persistent. 

Kara sighed, all her pent-up frustration leaving her body as her thumb brushed the bruise starting to form on his cheek. They were rebels. Always had been and always will be. It was in their blood. It didn’t matter how hard she’d tried to redefine her life, it was the part of her that had made her who she was. It was what saved her comrades’ lives that day… and would likely be what saved her own life down the road. 

“I’d be stupid not to, apparently.” She laughed drily.  

Poe smiled and captured her in another tight hug; resisting the decades-old desire within him to kiss her.  It wasn’t too difficult for him to see her struggling with her own pent up feelings. Plus, she’d just broken off from a pretty serious relationship, especially if she really was going to marry that admiral. He wanted to believe that this was her fresh start. The one she never thought she’d get. He also knew she’d try like hell to fight her own feelings for him when they got back. She’d spend weeks insisting it would ruin their friendship and avoid anything that felt too intimate. It wouldn’t hold her back for too long though, and he had faith that maybe, just maybe, after a few weeks back at home, she’d let herself love again. 

He was willing to wait. Just having her back in his orbit was enough for now. 

Poe pulled back, beaming at her as hope surged through his chest. “Good, cuz I can’t let you go again.” 

Kara had let herself fall for him right after the words left his lips. Regardless of how hard she tried to convince herself otherwise, it was in that moment, in that dusty Tatooine alleyway, that she knew the galaxy had brought her back to Poe for a reason. 

He was her beacon. He was home. 

She looked at her mother, vulnerability softening her features. “He’s my best friend.” 

Athena smiled as her daughter tried her hardest to hide the flash of pink that spotted her cheeks, still rolling Shara’s ring in between her fingers. The young woman knew that Poe had been saving the token for the right person, she just didn’t seem to completely believe that he had actually chosen her. 

“He’s a lot more than that, sweetheart.” The older woman cooed, seeing the truth start to work its way out of Kara’s defense system. “A force bond takes a lot more than bantha love, and you are the most sensitive of the two of you.” 

She knew her mother had a point. It also didn’t seem to matter how many times Kara had tried to give Poe the ring back, it ended up around her neck again. She’d even snuck out to the hanger one night and wrapped it around the control stick of his X-Wing while he was asleep. It took him a few extra days to get it back to her after that attempt, but as soon as he returned from his mission, he waited for her to pass out in front of her mission reports to softly slip it back over her head, returning it to its rightful place against her chest. 

“I’m just afraid that he’ll wake up one day and wish I was someone he could rescue.” The girl sighed, feeling the pain of her past burning in her chest. “I’ll never be that girl for him.” 

“Oh Stargirl,” Athena soothed, “If he really wanted a damsel, he would have never left the Republic military and would already be separated from a galactic senator. Besides, you aren’t invincible. He may not get to save you all the time, but a few times that he does I’m sure are more than enough for him.” 

The doctor brushed an iridescent hair behind her ear, tucking her arms loosely across her chest. Her daughter sighed, staring that the stars like they held a more convincing answer to her insecurities. 

“Shara always knew it would be you.” She confessed, feeling Kara’s heart skip a beat when she had mentioned the woman’s name. “Kes will tell you, she was certain from the day she cradled you in her arms that the galaxy had given us you to balance Poe’s incredible energy. She even swore that Poe would look at you in a special way, even when you were kids.” 

Kara let a giggle slip past her smile as she recalled the exact look that Poe’s mother was talking about. She saw it every time he locked eyes with her now but didn't see it for the first time until she had agreed to join the Resistance. It was a glimmer that resembled a distant star to most people, but to her, it was Poe unmasking for a second to allow her to see exactly who he was. Even in the most intense strategy briefings, she knew the second that his intense gaze connected with hers, that she’d see the fear he worked tirelessly to hide or the excitement he had to get back into the sky. 

“I think it was your father who said it best.” She continued, “Poe was raised by warrior women. From his early years with his mother and I to his teenage years with Leia, that boy was destined to bring home a rebel of his own. Obviously, your dad didn’t exactly know that it was going to be you at the time, but you get the point.” 

Kara’s eyes had welled up as her mother spoke, silently wishing that she could wrap her arms around her and feel the comforting glow that used to envelop her as a child. She was trying to not get greedy, as talking to her was more than she ever could have asked for, but it didn’t change that she still missed her, her father, Shara Bey, and Han Solo more than words could ever express. More now than ever.

The young woman settled for a question she asked herself everyday at least once, knowing that her mother would have an answer much better than any of the one’s she’d fabricated in her own head.  “If Dad was here right now, what do you think he’d say?” 

“He’d probably tell you that it’s about time.” Athena quipped, causing both women to snort. Jamie Embers never missed the opportunity for a solid one-liner. “After that, he’d tell you that he never liked Poe. Just to be a pain.” 

The room erupted in warm laughter as they both could hear the sound of the man’s voice in their heads. 

“Ultimately though, your father would pull you into his arms just like he used to and tell you that of all the men in the galaxy, he’s glad you managed to fall for one that will protect and support you as fiercely as he does.” 

“Maker.. I wish you could all be here.” Kara murmured as the cockpit fell silent again. Her mother’s ghost flickering a bit as the girl’s emotions ricocheted between happiness, grief, and love. 

They both felt him before hearing him, his warm rugged aura pulling them both back to the temperate warmth of Yavin 4 in a time before the war. A time where they really were all together. “Stargirl?” 

“Duty calls, sweetheart.” Kara’s mother stood, smiling as Poe’s footsteps in the durasteel hallway got closer. 

“But..” 

“It’s ok, Kara. We’ll see each other again, I promise.” She said, tears falling as she reached out to cup her daughter’s cheek. “Till then, can you do something for me?” 

Kara nodded, “Anything.” 

“Poe needs you. All of you.” She said, her voice flirting between an order and a plea. “Let him in again. For real this time.” 

As the cockpit door opened, Athena Embers disappeared from sight. 

“Hey.. you ok?” Poe stopped in the doorframe, seeing the longing look on Kara’s face as she surveyed the empty seat next to her. He sensed her struggling, wishing she had more time, fighting with a loneliness that so often closed her off and made her cold. He slowly stepped inside, closing the door behind him as he knelt in front of her. His calloused fingers grazed over her knee as those dreamy amber eyes waited for her to soften. 

Let him in again… for real this time. 

Kara brushed a loose curl from his forehead, seeing the concern and exhaustion rippling across his features. “Yea, I’m just tired.” 

“I figured as much.” He rose to briefly survey the navigation system, noting that they still had several hours before they’d get anywhere near the base. “I kinda thought you’d be in a bunk by now.” 

“It’s a little hard to take a nap when you two are harassing Chewy.” Her eyes were fully on him now, showing her fake annoyance and genuine amusement. “This is the quietest place on the ship.” 

“Still can’t beat him, that fuzzy bastard.” Poe laughed, running a warm, apologetic hand down her arm. “He definitely cheats.” 

“Of course he cheats, Poe.” Kara retorted, “He’s had 150 years of practice and spent most of his time with a smuggler.” 

Poe cocked a dark eyebrow, smirking as he sat down in the vacant pilot’s seat across from her. “So what? Doesn’t mean he can’t let a guy win every once in a while.” 

“You are impossible, Dameron.” She rolled her eyes, turning her gaze back to the stars whirring past them.“Who would have thought that the best pilot in the Resistance would be such a sore loser?” 

Poe swiftly shoved his leg out to stop her chair from spinning away from him, catching the mischievous grin tugging at her lips as he leaned into her space. “What did you just call me?” 

His tone would have had anyone else weak in the knees, either preparing to ask for forgiveness or praying he was planning to take them back to his bunk, but not Kara. She ran her splinted hand through her hair and allowed herself to dip a little closer to his face, hearing his breath catch in his throat as she stopped just out of his reach. “You heard me.” 

Poe wasn’t prepared for the effect her words would have on him. The pilot resisted the urge to bite his lip, knowing that it was a tell for his own arousal, though he could already feel his body beginning to betray him. Instead, he pressed his palm into the backrest of her chair, creeping millimeters closer to her as he searched her eyes for signs that she didn’t want to keep going. He couldn’t find any. 

In fact, she’d already let her guard down completely. Poe hadn’t seen that playful glimmer in her eyes since they were kids and it was just as deceptively innocent as it was back then. She appeared like she was unaffected by his advances when in reality, he knew she was wound tighter than cooling coils in his X-Wing. Her uninjured hand crept under the hem of his shirt as he held her stare, causing him to bite down on his tongue to quell the purr that threatened to escape him. This was turning into a battle of wills, one he wasn’t quite sure he could win. 

“Answer the question, Commander.” He pressed, doing his best to keep his tone as firm as it had been before as her fingertips seemingly lit his skin on fire. “That’s an order.”

“I said…” Kara hummed, her breath warm on his face as her emerald stare enchanted him again. “You’re a sore loser, Commander.” 

Poe felt her broken hand brush lightly against his waistline as he closed his eyes. The last thing he’d expected was for her to steal control of this situation. He had originally planned to pop open one of the stashed bottles of Correllian whiskey and tell stories until they fell asleep under the stars. Just like they did before they’d both left to join the war. 

Meanwhile, Kara had lost count of how many times she’d hoped her best friend would kiss her in that cockpit. It had been their safe place since they were babies. From napping in Han’s arms to telling secrets over whiskey shots when they were definitely not old enough to drink, she actually thought it would be where Poe admitted his feelings for her or begged her to enlist with him rather than go to the academy. When neither of those things happened, it became the only place she’d let herself be broken-hearted. 

It made it the perfect place for her mother to finally appear to her, given that it held so many emotional memories under lock and key. It also now made it the ideal place for her to finally rewrite a few of those stories. 

Kara felt Poe’s brow furrow as she leaned her forehead against his, sensing him at war with his self-control. He didn’t want to take advantage of the fact that she was letting him see a side of her he hadn’t seen in years, but at the same time he wanted it more than air to breathe. Kara fought her urge to reassure him with the soft tone she often used to tell him that she wanted him. Instead, she finally allowed herself to lean into her newfound power, catching a glimpse of Poe’s jaw clenched in an gritty attempt to resist her unusually flirty advances. 

“What’s wrong, Commander Dameron?” His eyes snapped back open when she emphasized his title. Her whispered words were hot against his lips. “Afraid to admit that I’m right?” 

The man couldn’t take it anymore. His kiss crashed into hers, drinking her up like he’d just spent weeks trudging across a desert planet in search of water. When her hands found their way to his shoulders, he wasted no time scooping her up out of her seat and into his lap without breaking apart. Her weight effortlessly settled across his hips as he felt her lips travel to his jawline, nipping and licking at his known sweet spots. Poe didn’t bother to stifle a breathy “kriffing hell”  that broke through the silence as she ground against him, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. To hell with what he had planned. 

Kara smiled against his skin when she’d heard him curse. Usually, he was the one breaking through her defenses and Maker, it was liberating to have it be the other way around. She nested the fingers of her good hand in his hair, tugging his head back to allow her better access to his neck, as she sensually kissed down toward the collar of his dark shirt. His hips involuntarily bucked against hers as he groaned, running his hands up her thighs to wrestle with the edge of her tunic. Kara briefly let her eyes flick to the door, seeing the shadow of what she thought was a person standing on the other side. She blinked, kissing just under Poe’s ear before noticing it again. He only got out half a moan before she muffled it with her hand. 

“You are going to have to be quiet or we are going to get caught.” Kara half-shushed, half-giggled, finding his wide-eyed glare amusing amidst the stunned, overstimulated silence. It took her a few seconds, as she watched the shadow disappear from the light under the door, to pull her hand from his mouth, tucking it back in his curls as she felt his own hands wander back to her waist. “Unless you think you can hide your…excitement… in a walk back to the bunks.” 

Poe paused, his lips swollen and eyes dark with lust as he caught her glancing down toward the simmering pool of heat that settled between them. His mind raced with the possible outcomes, as getting caught by Chewy or Finn in their current situation would be embarrassing if not borderline humiliating considering they all had to share the cockpit. At least if they moved to a bunk, there was another suite on the other side of the ship the others could crash in. The catch was walking to the bunks meant passing through the main hold, where Finn and Chewy were likely still locked in another game of dejarik, which meant he’d have to find a way to hide his already painfully hard erection. 

He glanced back up at Kara, who was still as close as she could be to him without having her lips on his skin. Lucky for her, she could at least lie about their situation and someone would believe her. She had an alibi down to her half pulled out braid, which frustrated Poe in more ways than one. 

“I’m going to have to try. We can’t stay here.” He panted, trying like hell to calm himself down enough to be inconspicuous. It didn’t help that Poe could feel every shift of Kara’s weight against his pelvis as she watched him deal with the abrupt stop in the action. “Not with you doing whatever the kriff it is you are doing…” 

His last few words came out as a gruff growl, leading the girl against him to smirk. Poe had watched countless others fall under the spell of that look he’d seen earlier, but always figured he’d be immune. It had become abundantly clear in a matter of minutes that he wasn’t. To his credit, the tactic had evolved quite a bit since the last time she’d tried it on him. 

“So, what’s your plan, Commander?” Kara drew out his title again on purpose, knowing he’d do the same to her if the roles were reversed. 

“You first.” Poe groaned, shifting her slightly up his thighs in another attempt to pull himself together. He needed her to back off or they’d never get across the hold without any questions from their friends. Especially his nosy little droid.  “Not that I’m complaining, but what’s gotten into you?” 

“I realized I was still keeping you at arms length and you don’t deserve that.” She said, leaning up off his chest to get a better look at his face. “I have been doing it since I first got back. Even after you said you loved me. All because I was worried you’d think I was too independent or something.”

“Your independence is one of the sexiest things about you, you realize that right?” He replied, pulling the edge of her tunic back down over her belt as he felt the pressure below his own starting to subside. 

“I may need you to share that with a few of the female cadets when we get back.” Her hands fiddled with the collar of his shirt, hiding the red marks she’d started to leave on his skin. “Most of them are counting on you getting sick of being my sidekick and going back to your old ways.” 

Kara mocked as Poe shook his head with a chuckle. “I mean you could just give them a play by play of the saber battle… and highlight the part where I shot Ren with a bad arm and saved you from a night in an interrogation pod?” 

“And let them all go to sleep fantasizing that you were saving them instead of me? Hard pass.” 

Poe smirked, “Sounds like someone is a little jealous.”

“Why would I be jealous of their fantasy when it was my reality?” Kara snorted, easing herself back down against his chest again. “I think I’ll just stick to telling them that you’re a terrible loser.” 

Poe rolled his eyes this time, mistakenly letting her steal a kiss that got dangerously close to riling him up again. His hands wrapped around her wrists in an instant, careful to not agitate her injuries but strong enough to stop her advance; “…you are gonna end up in binders if you don’t stop.” He growled, sounding more aroused and agitated.

“Is that a threat or a promise, Dameron?” He watched her carefully, knowing that she had already picked up on the tone of his voice. She tried to twist out of his grip but he held fast. “Sounds like a threat.” 

“Have you thought of how you’d explain that to Chewy and Finn?” Poe raised an eyebrow as she leaned away from him again, allowing her arms to go slack in his grip. A few tense seconds passed between them as he could see her analyzing him, anticipating his hold on her to continue to loosen as she created the illusion that she was going to back off. Two could play in that game.  “Or should we just slap a set on and find out in real time?” 

“You wouldn’t dare.” She yanked against his grip again. No dice. 

“Try me.” 

Kara could tell that deep down Poe was bluffing. She knew that he’d never embarrass or humiliate her like that for real, even if he did sound like he was dead serious. There were obvious signs that he really did want her to test him though; she could see that behind the commanding look in his eyes. He was curious. Poe wanted to have a little fun, push the boundaries a bit, maybe break a few of their old rules; as long as she was ready. 

She scooched back and stood up, swiveling her wrists to free her hands with a standard self-defense move as Poe rose to his feet. He resisted the temptation to grab her waist as she eased ever so slightly out of his space, brushing the end of her braid back behind her shoulder and straightening her belt. Her hand hovered over the door panel when her eyes found his again. 

“I’m going out there first. If you don’t hear from me, meet me in the bunks in 5 minutes.” She ordered, her voice low and firm like it was against Ren. She didn’t even wait for him to reply before she was already halfway down the hall. 

Finn and Chewy weren’t in the hold when she got there, clearly having retired to the bunks on the far side of the ship given it was late and they were already exhausted. Kara didn’t waste any time turning herself around. If they were going to do this at all, the time was now. 

Poe’s head shot up when he heard the door reopen, “That was fast?” 

She didn’t reply as the door whooshed closed, its panel chirping as it locked. Poe felt Kara’s hands turn his head to hers as she straddled him again, pulling him into a kiss that managed to rival the one she’d left him with. The one that almost pushed him over the edge again, so much so he couldn’t get out of his head. The one that had him threatening to cuff her hands behind her back if she touched him again. A satisfied groan left his chest as his hands released the Falcon’s yoke, bumping the autopilot switch as he yanked her further into his lap again. Damn girl was going to kill him. Every pilot fantasized about moments like this, and while it wasn’t his X-wing, he was pretty sure the Falcon was a worthy alternative.

“W..what happened to—“ he started, feeling her find the soft, sensitive skin under his ear again with her lips. His coherent words got stuck in his throat as his nervous system short circuited under her touch. Kriff.. 

“They’re asleep.” She purred, “in the bunks by the cargo hold.” Poe let his hands run down her back as she trailed kisses along his jaw, getting lost in the way she carefully started to take him apart. “So, the coast is clear, flyboy…” 

“You sure?” He teased affectionately, helping her out of her tunic and tossing it into the empty seat next to them. “I don’t want you to think just because you think you’ve been holding back that we have to do this.” 

“Oh I’m sure.” Her words sounded more confident than ever. “Plus, it’s time I replace the memories of you failing to take a hint however many years ago.”

Poe cocked an eyebrow at her as she pulled away from his neck, “Wait, what hint?” 

Kara smiled, feeling Poe’s entire body stiffen for a second like he’d made some terrible mistake. She massaged the back of his neck with her fingers, melting the man’s anxiety away almost as quickly as it arrived. “Lets just say I wasn’t asking you to talk me out of enlisting, Poe.” 

Her hips rolled as she kissed him again, feeling his lips curl into a soft smile as the memories flickered in his mind. One of Leia’s many senate friends had submitted an anonymous application to the Academy for Kara after spending a summer or two with them all on Yavin. The woman had been impressed by the girl’s intelligence and ingenuity as she observed her around the base, stating that skills like that were instrumental to a strong Republic. Kara’s father had passed only a few weeks before she had gotten the acceptance letter. 

He had rolled himself out from under an X-Wing he was helping Han repair for a shipper when she had messaged him to meet her in the Falcon. Poe would never forget the exasperated look on her face as she tried to tell him that she was better served as an enlisted pilot, just like her old man had been.. It was days before she was supposed to leave and she had just returned with Leia from the gala they’d thrown for the incoming class, still wearing the forest green gown that Han had brought back for her from Naboo as she knocked back several shots of Outer Rim liquor from their stash. 

Poe had always been curious if she had noticed him trying to not gawk at her as she tried to rationalize her decision with stories from the party. Almost all of the cadets in her year were children of senators or diplomats. She was one of four incoming cadets that had any ties to the former Rebellion, and one of two that didn’t come from generational wealth. He couldn’t blame her for feeling like an outsider, but he also couldn’t let her throw away the opportunity to possibly lead the New Republic. Even if he did really want to tell her that she was right and selfishly have her follow him to basic training. 

The pilot looked at the girl in his lap as his mind circled back to the present. It didn’t completely surprise him that her hint had gone over his head all those years ago. Especially since he spent so much time trying to convince himself that his love for her was more like a sister than a future wife. Her emerald green eyes locked on him. Darkened with desire, they looked just like that dress from his memories and needless to say, he wasn’t about to make the same mistake twice.

"Well, I'm not as clueless as I used to be." He hummed, letting his nose brush hers as he tangled his fingers in her hair. His hooded eyes caught her genuine smile as he closed the space between them again. "I still talk too much... but the only thing I'm talking you out of tonight is the rest of your clothes, I can promise you that."

#poe dameron x oc #poe dameron #fanfiction #poe dameron fanfiction #star wars oc #star wars #fanfic #wattpad #poe dameron fan #poe dameron fic

[munofsilver]

It's mermay and I have been working on something for it. An idea came to me. I don't do much with my OC Calesta. There are many commissions from @sandglass-art and the story I'm slowly working on with @safarichan so I made a small story with her for mermay. TBH I'm nervous to post it since I know some people don't like merfolk AUs.

I don't have a name for it, I'm bad at naming stories. I can write them fine only can't name them without taking a week. This is a rough draft. It's not edited or anything. Anyways enough of me talking about it.

He has been watching her for a few months now. Studying her, trying to learn everything about her. Why does she wear her hair that way? Why does she wear those odd clothes? Why does she come to the beach every day? Why does she always look sad? 

The young merman watches as the young human heads back to her home. She doesn’t know her name or where she lives, but he does know one thing. He loves her and wants her. How can you love someone you barely know? 

The redhead merman knows something about the human. Not her name but he does know she likes the ocean. Why else would she come here every day? She also enjoys music. She does play the ocarina very beautifully. 

He wants to talk to her. Fear keeps him at bay. If there is a way he can get close without her seeing his lower half, he would do so. Being in the water all the time will give what he is away quickly. If he keeps himself hidden and she can only hear his voice she might think she’s talking to a spirit. That’s not what he is. 

His love now out of sight, the merman sighs, “I got a little closer today. Maybe tomorrow I will be able to talk to her,” 

Sadly he’s been saying that every day for the past month. 

Diving into the water, he returns home. Once again he was angry with himself for being so weak. 

“You were up there again huh, Gaara?” 

Gaara turns to face his sister, arms crossed in the entranceway. He turns away back at the wall. 

“Why does it matter if I did? No one saw me Temari,”

Temari moves into the room, “That’s all that matters to me. I would like to know, why do you keep going up there every day?” 

“Fresh air,” Gaara speaks in a deadpan tone. 

“Haha,” Temari rolls her eyes, “They were looking for you again today.”

“What do they want now?” Gaara growls. 

“What do you think? The same thing as yesterday and the day before. You never gave the council an answer to their offer.” 

“That’s because I know they wouldn’t like the one I have,” Gaara turns to face his sister, “Why me? What about you or Kankuro? Wouldn’t one of you two be better?.” 

“Don’t drop this on me. I’m sure there is a reason they want you,” Temari moves closer to her younger brother, “You know they won’t stop until you tell them.” She swims out leaving Gaara to sulk.

The next day Gaara swims up once again to see his love. Like always she comes to the ocean. Gaara does move in closer than yesterday, but still too far for her to see him. He watched her like he always did. While she played the ocarina, walked around the beach looking for sheils, playing with the crab that was walking past her, soaking her feet in the water, Gaara was watching her like a hawk.  

A scream got both the merman and human’s attention. Not far from the docks there was a lot of splashing and shouting for help. Without thinking Gaara rushes over so does his human love. 

A small child no older than eight is trying their best to get back on the dock. They were drowning, unable to swim. Gaara and his human love both get a hold of the child and help him onto the dock. Lucky he’s all right, a bit scared and soaking wet but fine. Gaara’s human love takes off her jacket and wraps it around the small boy. 

“Are you alright,” she asked the child. 

He nods his head and holds the jacket close to himself. 

“Are you alright,” this time she was talking to Gaara. 

The merman slowly nods his head. Not expecting her to notice him. 

“Please wait here. I shall return shortly,” she spoke as she picked up the shivering child, and carried him back inland. 

Gaara froze with shock. His love spoke to him. His love saw him! His love most likely thinks he’s a human like her. 

“I should leave before she returns,” Gaara thinks about it instead of doing it. 

It didn’t take long for her to return and Gaara hasn’t moved, not even blinked since she left. 

“Thank you for helping the child,” she reaches her hand out towards Gaara, “My name is Calesta. What is yours?” 

Gaara stares at her hand wondering what it is she wants from him. Taking a guess he takes her and she starts to shake it. He looks back at her face. 

“Gaara, my name is Gaara.” 

She lets go of his hand and Gaara snaps it back to his chest. 

“Sadly I must depart for now. Hopefully we shall see each other again,” Calesta bows before she heads back home. 

“We will see each other again. I’m sure,” Gaara smiles as he watches her leave. 

As soon as Calesta is out of sight Gaara himself returns. 

#Gaara #Calesta #OC #Temari #Mermay #Merfolk AU #AU #Gaara x OC

[tigerathleticmissionexperience]

Today’s recap from the ETBU Women’s Soccer TAME trip to New Zealand is provided by Freshman Caroline Wilemon, Senior Rose Comstive, and Head Coach Kristin Cox.

“God has truly been working in and through this team and today He put it overwhelmingly on display, especially for me. We started out with a team devotional, sharing how God has been working in us during this trip and how we have grown in our faith. I can’t describe how incredible it was to hear the girls speak about this. I've only known them for a week, but I can say without a doubt that this is not the same team that began this project and some of my teammates will never be the same because of it. Both Cadence and Sarah shared how they accepted Christ yesterday during church, and it was so special to be able to pray over them as they begin this new, difficult, but joyful step in their walk with the Lord.

After morning debrief we then took a ferry to the FanZone in downtown Auckland. I initially thought we were just shopping but Coach surprised us (and I'm so glad she did), telling us to walk some of the streets and talk and pray over people that we met. To be honest this completely terrified me, but many of my teammates and I felt that this was our opportunity to fulfill God's calling to us to go out and minister to the people of New Zealand. Rose and I awkwardly walked around for a bit, attempting some conversations but not able to get past small talk. Then, as we were heading back, we met a dad and his adorable 6 month old son, Niwa, and struck up a conversation with him. I felt this was the opportunity God was opening for us, and we asked if we could pray for him in any way. He was surprised, but at the same time curious and excited, asking what were the sort of things we could pray for. I suggested praying over his son and his future, so I took Rose and Niwa's hands and prayed for the little guy. The father was much more appreciative than I expected, telling his son how lucky he was. It was such a wonderful feeling to take the door that God had opened and to see how our words through Christ could move those around us in ways we could have never achieved on our own. I have never done anything like this in my life, and I just thank the Lord for how much I have grown and that He gave me and all of us the boldness to speak and pray over complete strangers, spreading His love and gospel,” Wilemon said.

“Later on, we went back to Pap High School, and our team scrimmaged a U14 boys team. While on the sideline, I met a girl from the high school, Sopheara, and we got into a discussion about our faith. She is a Christian as well, and I just find it so encouraging and amazing to talk about the hope and joy that we both share. We are from different sides of the world and live in different communities and cultures, but Christ unites us in His grace. I pray that God would continue to work through this team, that we would be able to build up and encourage each other and those we meet during these next six days and on into the coming school year,” Wilemon added.

“After praying throughout the streets, we entered the World Cup FanZone and a few of us went straight to the unity pitch, a small turf field open for playing soccer. We juggled and took some shots before a volunteer worker approached us and told us he was there to help us with anything we needed. As we got to talking with him, we learned that he was from Argentina, working on his PhD, and was a Christian but didn't have much community around him. After we talked for a while, (and took a pic with him) my teammate Caroline nudged me, clearly reminding me that it was my turn to ask to pray for someone. I've never ever done something like this before, but I didn't ignore her or God, took a deep breath, and asked him. He was surprised but seemed so grateful, and asked that I pray about his upcoming move and that God just put him on the right path. So I did. I am so proud of how far I've come this trip, but more than anything I'm so happy to see God working in and through my life and all the girls around me. I am so thankful for the girls that not only push me out of my comfort zone like Caroline did, but also the girls I stand next to in the each morning at 6:30 AM for the 4th day in a row, while we brush our teeth. I'm grateful for the powerful work of God, but also for the friendships and bonds that are being made on this team during our everyday life. Today was a testimony of what this trip was designed for, and I'm excited to see where the next six days hold for this group,” Comstive stated.

Coach Cox added, “It was really cool for me to end the evening with a scrimmage against the u14 boys team because it gave me an opportunity to talk more with the coaches at Papatoetoe High School, who set up and hosted the scrimmage for us. Coach Jason is who I talked with the most and he was telling me how he loved that we could be planting seeds while there this week and how he longs to share his Christian faith with the girls team and students. He asked me several questions about coaching and how to coach, and every 10 minutes ‘what are your thoughts on the play so far.’ It was encouraging to see their passion to learn more and to be able to coach better. I also learned a lot about football (soccer) in New Zealand, how it is just more of a social sport versus a regulated competition even though there are leagues, but also how they don't really have pick-up soccer around the town because the limited lighted fields are booked full with rugby, league, and field hockey practices. After the game I asked the coach if it was okay to share a quick testimony with the team, but he encouraged us to take a less direct route to sharing why we were here because all but one player on the other team was Hindu or Muslim. When I found that out I was even more excited that God created this matchup. What an awesome opportunity we had to minister to some young boys through soccer on a muddy pitch. After the game we shared our faith and why we were here in a respectful way and asked them to join us in prayer. The coach told me that was probably the first time some of them had ever heard a casual conversation with a relational God. Please join us in continual prayer for the seeds being planted.”

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #117

(taken february 21st; uploading surveys taken while gone)

Have you ever sat under a bridge? Yes, when fishing with Dad.

Do you ever go fishing or do you find it to be cruel? ^ lol what a coincidence. If you're fishing for food, I'm fine with it, but fishing solely for fun is absolutely something I find cruel nowadays. You are terrifying the life out of and damaging that animal and putting it back in the dirty water with an open wound. I'm not gonna lie and say I wouldn't still go if Dad asked me to because that was our "thing" growing up, and we also barely ever see each other, so I would suck it up in that case.

Do you have trouble remembering people’s names? Absolutely yes. You're lucky as hell if I remember your name early.

What’s your favorite kind of tree? Wisteria. I adore weeping willows, too.

Do you like mozzarella sticks? No.

Do you share any of the same favorite bands as your parents/guardians? Ozzy is like, Mom's second-favorite artist after Metallica, I'm pretty sure. I know he's WAY up there. She likes loads other bands that I like too. Dad's favorite is Van Halen (that I know of), who I also really enjoy, but they're not a real "favorite."

Have you ever been in a wedding? I was a bridesmaid in my sister's, yes. I was supposed to be one in another sister's wedding as well, but at this time Mom was diagnosed with cancer and going through chemo so getting to Ohio was out of the question. I'm pretty sure Misty had the ceremony filmed for Mom; she is basically THE only mother she's ever had and desperately wanted her there, but she of course completely and entirely understood why it wasn't reasonable.

Who’s the last person’s birthday that you celebrated? What’d you do? My niece Emerson's. Per usual for my sister's kids' parties, we really just got together at her place with family and friends, chatted, ate, let the kids play.

Are your parents divorced? If so, when did it happen? Yeah. I was like, 17-ish.

Have you ever attended a bachelorette party? No.

What do you take pictures of most often? My cat, lol.

Have you ever gotten your period more than once in a month? I feel like this has happened once? Maybe?

What’s the smallest animal that you’re afraid of? Ticks, most likely. I am TERRIFIED of them.

What was your parents’ opinion on same-sex relationships? Mom is totally for them. I don't know about Dad, but just knowing who he is as a person/the general gist of how he thinks, he probably thinks it's unnatural or weird. He was perfectly decent to Sara when she visited though and he met her, and he knew we were dating.

What’s one alcoholic beverage that you do not enjoy? I've never tried a wine I enjoyed.

Have you ever had someone throw up on you before? No, I'd basically rather die.

Do you prefer pads or tampons, if you need them? I hate both honestly, but I semi-recently went back to pads.

How old did your oldest pet live to be? What kind of pet was it? I'm pretty sure that would be my dog Teddy. He made it to 13. He was a beagle/cocker spaniel mix.

What’s the best movie without a happy ending? The Boy in the Striped Pajamas comes to mind. It's sad as absolute hell, but the ending FUCKING haunts you. It shoves in your face the absolute evil humanity is capable of, and to never, ever let an event like the Holocaust happen EVER again.

What is something you think is actually better about today’s generation? I think each generation is getting better at being accepting of people they don't understand and even encouraging them to be themselves, even if they don't "get it." Also very worth mentioning is how mental health problems are being noticeably destigmatized.

What’s the worst episode of your favorite TV show? It's not that it's a bad episode story-wise or how it's portrayed or anything, but the MM episode where Flower dies just fucking destroyed me, and I'd probably still cry if I re-watched it.

Which fictional character do you think you’d be great friends with? Clearsight from Wings of Fire.

Do you have the same religious beliefs as your parents? Absolutely not. Both are Christians, while I quite seriously abhor religion.

What’s your favorite Led Zeppelin song? "Kashmir" is fucking iconic.

Who would you call a lyrical genius? Otep Shamaya.

Who supports you financially? Mostly Mom, but also my dad.

Who knows the most about you (besides yourself)? Mom, maybe? Though there are types of things I don't share with her that I do with select others.

Would you be/are you a good role model to a younger sibling? I know I'm not. No one would ever guess Nicole is my "little" sister given how successful, independent, and capable she is. It kinda hit me like a meteor recently how I don't think I've ever heard either of my sisters say anything along the lines of them being proud of me or anything, ever. I very genuinely think I'm embarrassing to both of them.

Who was the last non-relative woman you spoke to in person? A lady at the social security office.

What’s a topic you’ve drastically changed your opinion on? A metric shit-ton of things truly, but one of the strongest and most drastic is my view on gay rights. I used to be a homophobic/transphobic Christian, and now I very sincerely wish I could strangle that bitch. I am VERY pro-LGBTQ+ now and have been for many years.

How many bedrooms does your house have? TECHNICALLY three, but the extra bedroom is this spare kind of "office" room I have where I sit at the computer.

Have you ever experienced sleep paralysis? No, and let's PLEASE keep it that way. That shit sounds terrifying.

Does the thought of having wrinkles when you’re older upset you? Not really, I mean, literally every single person who lives a truly full life gets there... I don't WANT them, but knowing I will doesn't upset me.

Do you know anyone who’s struggling with addiction? Yes. I mean all things considered, I myself am. Granted, I'm not addicted to anything that is in itself dangerous, like drugs or alcohol or self-harm, but the severity of how reliant I am on technology/the Internet is ABSOLUTELY an addiction and it severely does control my life.

Are any other members of your household home right now? Mom's home, yeah.

Were you upset when you found out certain things weren’t real? (santa, tooth fairy...) Not *upset*, no. By the time I learned those things weren't real, I'd totally suspected it. Of course I wanted them to be real, 'cuz I mean what kid DOESN'T want to believe in fun, magical stuff like that, but I wasn't upset at all.

Name something you’re proud of. Brag a little bit. I really am proud of myself for how dedicated I'm being in job-hunting. It feels FUCKING GOOD to FINALLY be in a place where I feel like if I find the right conditions, I really can work. I'm checking the Indeed website every single day, searching various terms or job titles that I think might bring up something worth investigating, and I refuse to stop until I find something.

Where would you like to go right now? I miss Girt already lol, I wish he was here or I was at his place, but he's working today. He stayed late last night (and it takes him around 30 minutes to get home) so he's probably a zombie right now.

Do you pay any attention to celebrity drama? Uh no, I could NOT care less.

What’s been an embarrassing phase you went through? If the "s0 raNdOM XDDD!!!!" pre-teen Brittany manifested as her own human being, I would LITERALLY set out on a quest to murder her and bury her miles underground lmfao

What’s the ugliest animal in your opinion? Probably like, the blobfish lmao.

What about cutest? Meerkats. Call it a bias, but COME ON, they're foot-tall little furry dudes with big eyes and make cute noises and can stand on their hind legs thinkin' they're all big 'n' shit, I FUCKING love them.

Are you good at math? No, and I've gotten worse and worse the older I've gotten. Whenever numbers are involved in honestly like, anything, I just CANNOT interpret information. Like you can explain and explain and explain, and I'm just NOT going to understand. It's honestly extremely embarrassing, just how bad my ability to understand math is.

Have you given any thought about what the Christian god looks like? How they think their devil looks. :^)

What’s your most used emojis? Most likely the sobbing one. I use it for both obviously sad cases but probably even more so like the "crying from laughing" kind of way.

Who’s one of the most talented people you know? What are they talented at? That's... so hard, picking just one. I absolutely consider Tez very high on this list, given his fantastic art skills, in a serious plethora of forms. I also think he's a very strong writer with FANTASTIC character-building skills.

Have you ever experienced a medical emergency? Yes. Off the top of my head, a concussion and a cold medicine overdose. I don't THINK breaking my wrist was a real medical emergency, like I obviously wasn't dying or at any serious, life-threatening risk.

Are you muscular? Uh, NO.

Do you have one of those removable hand-held shower heads? Yes; they're kinda mandatory for me anyway, using a shower chair. Even when I could comfortably shower standing up though, I very much preferred when you could remove them because I found it much easier to thoroughly get soap off everywhere.

How many burners does your stove have? Four.

When you go to a restaurant, do you prefer to sit at a booth or a table? Booth.

Has your car ever been broken into? No.

What genre was the last song you listened to? Who provided the vocals? Uh Asking Alexandria is some kind of heavier metal, but the song is a Nine Inch Nails cover, and I have no idea what you'd consider the genre of the OG bc I don't really listen to or like that band. The singer of Asking Alexandria at the time was Danny Worsnop, apparently.

Do you have any medical appointments coming up anytime soon? Always, honestly... I know I'm fucking finally seeing an endocrinologist soon, I think next month or the one after.

Have you heard anyone singing today, or has anyone sung in your presence? Besides listening to music, no, I don't think so.

What food or drinks makes your teeth hurt? Ice cream absolutely can.

Who did you last hold hands with? Girt.

Do you have a loud or more soft laugh? I'm a fucking hyena stg

Is there anyone who makes you smile no matter what mood you’re in? Girt seriously can.

Have you ever stargazed with someone? Kinda, I guess.

Are there any things coming up that you have to travel for? Uhhhh not that I know of. I know Mom wants to go back up to New York, but it's looking like she MIGHT be reconciling with and seeing her absolute rancid shitbag of a brother that nearly tore the family apart after their mom died, and I told her I fucking REFUSE to go if we're staying at his house. I won't even visit that fucking house, ever again. He is no family of mine. My mom is way more forgiving than I am, but what's wild is it's not like Rob has changed at all... The law just squeezed him into doing what he had to do if he didn't want to go to jail. Her other brother Bill, who REALLY dealt with Rob and his catastrophic bullshit, is on the same page as me; he refuses to call him family ever again. I'll stay with HIS family if we go up there. I absolutely adore his wife and want to see her again anyway.

What’s one of your biggest accomplishments today? I actually very thoroughly did my PT exercises. More than I usually do, with more focus, and the appropriate number of sets. I FELT it. I'm getting better about doing them as time passes; it's just been a challenge to remember them and solidify them into my routine.

What was the name of the main character in the last book you read? In the one I'm currently in the process of reading, his name is Turtle.

What was the last pill you took? Ibuprofen. I had a headache. Probably from staying up all night last night and only allowing myself to sleep like, 2-3 hours in the morning...

If you were a rockstar, what color guitar would you have? Ehhhh maybe black, but with a cool design or texture on it.

What are three other names you like that start with the same letter as your name? Uhhh Bianca, Bella, and uh... Belle? Not many come to mind that I really love.

Have you ever met a Jason that you didn’t like? A Jason scarred me for life, lmfao, but I don't not like him.

What was the name of the person who bullied you the most in high school? Just Rachel, really. But that was brief... ish.

#survey #surveys #random questions #personal questions

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Loooooong story, so a Read More is needed. Click through if you enjoy talk of Nintendo, handhelds, and a shitload of Pokemon talk.

Earlier today I went on a hunting spree, looking for all my gaming handhelds. All of them are Nintendo, and I have at least one of most versions going back to the original Game Boy.

My original Game Boy is actually a "recent" acquisition. When I was a kid, I had the grey brick. It was my favorite thing in the world. When the Game Boy Pocket came out, I got it for Christmas. My original? I was "asked" (read: guilted/forced) to give it to my sister's then best friend, so she could play games with us, as her parents weren't able to afford to buy her one. I hated doing it then; I see the wisdom now and honestly, I'm a little angry at my younger self for not just offering it.

Anyway. For years it was the ONLY one I was missing of the line. I had and kept the others (Pocket, Color, Advance & SP, DS, 3DS, 3DS XL, and Switch), and legit, ALL of them are still in working order. But not the original.

At a con in 2018, I spotted a games vendor with tons of Nintendo stuff. And there, lying on their table, was a beauty. An original Game Boy...in green. The vendor informed me that the green one was a Japanese import (not sure if true, didn't care if not). I informed him it was the only one I was missing, and that green is my favorite color, and inquired on the price.

$45.

SOLD.

I had about $300 total to spend on souvenirs. This was a FIND. If it had cost ALL my spending money, I would have spent it.

It works like a dream, btw.

My Pocket and Color have been MIA since about 2013. I know they're around here somewhere. Just not sure which box I put them in. It's probably the same box that has my Advance SP's charger. I also managed to find my GB Advance: a special one, the gold New York Pokemon Center edition. (My sister and I were very lucky that year.)

(I do know I sound kind of spoiled, having all these things and not having had to ever sell them. I know I'm privileged. Trust me. If I can manage to not ever have to sell my collection, I won't. If I have to ever sell my things, they'll be the very last things I do. And hopefully to someone who will appreciate them.)

What spurred me to do this? I wanted to finally catalogue all my Pokemon games. The name I gave each Trainer, what starter I picked, and any relevant notes.

Do I have all the games? Not myself. But between my sister and I, we do. And yes, still have them. Some don't work, but they're still in the collection. (My sister no longer plays. Hasn't since Black & White. Wish me luck in attempting to nab her copies! And no, I will not overwrite her games. I want to keep them mostly intact and maybe try to bring over any 'mon I can.)

I've tried to give each Trainer a unique name since Gen 2, so that when I trade up a 'mon, I can trace it back to what game/gen it originated in. In cases where I own both/all the games in a set, each one has a unique name, as well as alternating gender for games you can choose it.

For instance: - My sister had Ruby; I had Sapphire. Trainer's name was Lilya. - I have both Brilliant Diamond & Shining Pearl. BD's trainer is Melpomene; SP's trainer is Morpheus. (I'm a Greek mythology nerd; it's also a reference to the book series I've been writing. Two royal siblings, and Morpheus is older.)

So I found the games (most of them, at least), and piled them up. Charged the systems that required it, fresh batteries in the ones that take 'em. (BTW, the 3DS and the 3DS XL can use the same charger. I misplaced one of them, so this is a nice realization.)

Games in, on, check Trainer/starter. Enter data in spreadsheet. Save game, turn off; insert next one. Repeat.

Here's what the cataloguing revealed:

- 1 game currently MIA (Sun) - 2 games busted and data loss (original Silver cart. and Pearl cart.) - 1 game half-busted (Sapphire's internal clock borked) - 4 games total with original trainer and starter long gone (reset, likely multiple times in some cases) - majority of transferrable Pokemon transferred out and up (Pokemon Bank, Pokemon Home, or on higher gen cart.) - at least 6(!) total games with some version of my name (Jordan/Jordi) as the trainer name, so would make figuring out provenance of Pokemon very fuzzy for earlier gen catches - I FOUND MY SHINY MEW! It's in Ultra Moon.

I don't remember if Legendaries/Mythics can be traded into Bank/Home and up. I HOPE they can. My Shiny is a "recent" trade but... I have a legit Mew I've had since Yellow. It's ALSO in UM. And I desperately want to make sure I can keep it. The Mew was given to me in middle school by a friend who got it in either Japan or Korea (I can't remember which) and hated it. Mew's always been my fave 'mon, so he gave it to me. It's been my lucky 'mon. It's level 100 now. If it can't be transferred out and up, at least I know where the little one is now.

I'm pretty sure the Shiny Mew is a hacked one; I got it in a Wonder Trade, so no idea of the provenance of it. Don't care. Shiny Mew is my absolute fave; it's blue, it's Mew.

I also have tried the Mew glitch in Yellow multiple times over the years. It's never worked for me. But...my Yellow is one of the games that I evidently reset and reset and reset (after trading stuff out and up). So I might try it a couple hundred more times. I know I still have the cables somewhere that the old systems required for trading, and we have enough systems that are compatible with the cables and games. So theoretically, if I can get it to work, I can get the Mew out.

I've also had some people try to get me to admit my "legit" traded Mew was also hacked. My friend's parents confirmed their vacation to...I think Japan or Korea, really can't remember after all this time. Met his pen pal there, and his pen pal had an extra Mew from an event that he gave my friend. So it is, as far as I know, and as far as my friend knew, legit. (Looking at the Mew events from around that time and prior, they were all in Japan. So it's a Japanese Mew. But I'm not sure of my friend's pen pal's nationality, and can't remember what country they resided in that his family visited on vacation.)

And while on this cataloguing excursion, I discovered that I have 2 copies each of Yellow and Silver. One each of a hard copy (cartridge), and one each of a digital copy on my 3DS XL. Neither digital copy has been completed, either. The digital copies are nice because I'll be 36 in two weeks and the original Game Boy's screen is a NIGHTMARE for my broken-ass eyes now. (Diabetes isn't helping my eyesight any, either.) So I can play Yellow on a screen that actually lets me SEE SHIT.

And as for Silver? The cartridge is busted. The internal stuff is so old that not only is the internal clock broken, but it's corrupted to the point it won't save. So if you start a new game, you either can't turn it off EVER, or you have to start over from the beginning every time. Kinda gives an old Nintendo fan war flashbacks of Super Mario Bros. 3, actually... The digital copy of Silver ACTUALLY SAVES. I've apparently got a game started on it, too. It's one of the Jordans. I might restart that and give them a different name, since I'm not too far in.

The other totally busted game is my hard copy of Pearl. I put it in the system, tap it to play, and...the system crashes. So that's nice. It's sister title, Diamond? Either I let my best friend play it, because the trainer's his nickname, or it's a copy I bought that just coincidentally has that name. At least I have Brilliant Diamond and Shining Pearl, and they're basically the same game as before.

If I can't snag my sister's copies of the other games, I might see about attempting to buy them. Slowly. Probably from newest gen to oldest, though at the rate I could afford them now, the Gen 1's might end up prohibitively expensive. I might also at some point attempt to snag physical copies of the digital ones I own. Just in case. Physical media will always beat downloads for me. It's the reason I still have DVDs.

Okay, this is seriously long enough. I'm going back to playing Pokemon. Scarlet, this time. Maybe with a side of Arceus if I get bored.

#jordi rambles like a madman #nintendo #pokemon