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munsonology · 7 months
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Cream of the Crop
An Eddie and Poppins short story
18+ only, MINORS DNI
CW: Fem!reader, vouyerism, female masturbation, squirting, degradation, pee kink.
Summary: Eddie discovers a new side to Poppins
Note: This came to me just now and I couldn’t not keep it to myself. We’ll be seeing much more of Eddie and Poppins! Enjoy Whores!
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He watched as you laid in the grass in an empty field outside of Hawkins.
Your fingers move to unbutton the bust of your dress. His mouth watered seeing your already pert nipples.
Lifting the skirt of your dress, you hiked it around your waist. Your ass bare against the soft blades of grass.
You spread your legs, hand wandering to your frilly panties.
He approaches you like a deer searching for food. “Is that you, Poppins?”
Your eyes pop open. Your hand never leaves your panties. Tits on display like a desert at the grocery store.
“What’s in your purse?”
He knew.
You knew that he knew you knew.
The two of you bumped into each other at the grocery store. He saw your basket.
“You already know,” you said, fingers rubbing your clit. Eddie licked his lips seeing the fabric of your panties form a damp spot right where your sweet cunt leaked like a faucet.
He stood there, above you like a statue. The hardness of his cock strained against his jeans.
Your fingers made their way inside your weeping cunt. The squelch excited you. Being watched as you fucked yourself stupid was exhilarating. You loved it. Squirting for an audience that wasn’t your stuffed animal collection or the posters on your wall.
“You going to cum?” Eddie asked.
“I’m going to soak the ground you stand on.”
“Save me a taste.”
Your other hand moved down from your tits to open the lips of your cunt even wider. You found your clit easily, roughly rubbing her in circles, a little to the side, just how you liked. The wirey hair of your cunt grazed against your arm.
“You’re a little cunt, Poppins.”
At that moment, your body convulsed. Lifting your back, you orgasmed with a sigh of euphoria. Your fingers digging in the dirt for relief as you squirted through your panties and the ends of your dress.
Your socks soaked with your cum. You had never cum so hard, squirted so long. Your clit tingled for more as your cunt pushed more of your essence out of you. You loved this. Squirting in the fields. Pissing yourself for your new lover.
Who would’ve thought being called a cunt would be a turn on?
You’re a freak, Poppins. Just like me.
Eddie bent down to collect your bag, a patchwork tote you got from the flea market back home.
He digs in, searching. Your chest rises and falls, you can barely close your legs for relief, you could easily cum again.
Are you multi orgasmic, Poppins?
Maybe.
Well, let’s find out for sure.
Eddie smirks finding exactly what he was looking for. He takes it out and throws it at you.
The cucumber lands in the grass next to you.
“Now, let’s try with a little help.”
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musicalmystery · 1 month
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Who else thinks about Wonka Mary Poppins au?
Wonka: Mary Poppins
Reader: Bert
Bleacher: Mr. Banks
Mrs. Scrubbit: Mrs. Banks
Noodle: Jane/ Michael combination
Lottie and Piper: the maids (I forgot their names 💀)
Slugworth: Mr. Dawes
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staring {bert}
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prompt: "You do realise you've been staring for ten minutes already?"
character: bert (mary poppins) x female reader
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You couldn't quite believe all that you'd been experiencing lately. The magical woman that was Mary Poppins had quite literally flown into your lives and changed it all for the better. You were quite glad you'd been visiting your sister, her husband and your niece and nephew this week so that you were around for all of the magical chaos.
"Come and see this, Aunt (y/n)!" Jane, your niece, grinned tugging you over to look at one of Bert's chalk creations he'd drawn onto the tiled pavement.
"There's us!" Michael, your nephew, shouted excitedly as he crouched to point at the two small chalk children and the taller, smiling woman who you recognised to be me.
"Oh, Bert's drawn me too." A smile pulled your lips upwards, glancing over your shoulder to smile at the chimney sweep who was smiling back at you. You turned back trying not to let the red from your cheeks be seen by him.
You'd only met Bert this week, met him through the children and Mary Poppins, but my god, he was charming. He was handsome, funny, caring and he just seemed like a good man. You'd developed a little fancy for him. It was silly, you thought, but it wasn't silly, not to Bert.
"You do realise you've been staring at (y/n) for ten minutes?" A voice chimed next to Bert making him snap out of his trance. He'd been watching you with your niece and nephew, watched as you entertained them, watched as you smiled and laughed.
"I 'ave not," he said, red coating his cheeks as Mary Poppins smirked knowingly next to him, "just admiring my work is all."
"Or admiring the children's Aunt."
Bert breathed through his nose, readjusting his grip on the chimney sweeper he held, "She's nice, that's all."
Mary Poppins smiled at him, resting a kind hand on his forearm, "S'quite alright, Bert. She had the same reaction when I caught her staring at you yesterday."
Bert nodded as Mary Poppins walked off before he realised what she'd said, "'Ang on a minute! She what?!"
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starheart-blog · 10 months
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yes now i want a
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*Of transformers x reader again but this time transformers prime x mary poppins reader XD that y/n is friends with a kids :D and optimus prime fall in love with them. Sorry... 😅
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peregrine21 · 1 month
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Updated Tag List Sign Ups! Several of y'all's usernames have changed and no longer work when I try to tag y'all, plus I got into another fandom/character (it's Abby Scuito from NCIS). SO, I wanted to send y'all an updated form to give you an updated list of character options and get y'all's proper usernames for tagging :)
Make sure to include your username, select the characters you'd like to be tagged on posts for, then there is a section where you can select any content you absolutely do not want to be tagged on even if you are on the character's tag list. (for example: if you aren't comfy with NSFW fanfictions you would select that so I know not to tag you in NSFW posts even if you are on the specific character's tag list)
Until next time and thank y'all ever so much <3
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polarisbibliotheque · 9 months
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Survivor's Blood (Leon x Reader) - Chapter 5
Survivor's Blood
Pairing: Leon x Reader
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 (you are here!)
Summary: After Raccoon City, Leon became the only Government agent with that kind of expertise. With relentless training, he was now a Special Agent - again, on his first day in the job. He just didn’t expect to live Raccoon City all over again… Maybe Leon was fated to always have the worst first-days-at-work ever.
Age Restriction: 18+. It’s horror, so expect a lot of graphic violence and blood dripping from this. I mean, VERY GRAPHICAL VIOLENCE. Nothing we haven’t seen on RE, but still. Yee been warned
TRIGGER WARNING: Bloody hospital. Really. Bloody, horror movie hospital :|
Author’s notes: Took some time, but hey, we're here!! Funfact: I have this extention on my browser that changes some words of what I'm reading to a target language I'm wanting to learn, and now Magical Donuts appear in my browser as Magical Beignets. I absolutely adored it and I might re-read everything just to laugh at the random French words being thrown here.
I hope you like how it's turning out!! A lot more to come!! And thank you so much for reading and being around ^^
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Chapter 5
Hospital Arklay Hill, April 29th, 2001 – 22h03
The way to the hospital was a lot quieter than any of you could have anticipated. The rule was to save ammo and move without drawing attention, always trying to get to the hospital as fast as possible. Even though you were in Leon’s schedule, you still considered yourselves late.
You followed with Leon leading the way, as agreed. He dreaded the possibility of you getting caught by surprise if you were ahead of him – even if you said you knew your way around guns, Leon had a certain trauma of losing people in situations like the one you found yourselves in.
“Y/n. Can you talk to Valerie?” As soon as you found shelter behind an ambulance tumbled in the street, he finally talked to you. “We’re almost there.”
“Yeah, I can.” You started fumbling with the radio, its only purpose to communicate with the hospital survivors. You spoke with no answer for a while until you heard a hiss in response, fixing the frequency so you could hear it better. “Valerie? Can you hear me well?”
“Hi, y/n? Yes! Yes, I can!” The woman was clearly smiling, being washed by the happiness of knowing you didn’t abandon them. “How are you? Did you meet Leon?”
“Yeah, he’s here with me.”
“Hey, we’re almost there, Valerie.” Leon sat by your side, close enough so you touched shoulders. You kept the radio near your faces, making you both lean into it a little so you didn’t have to speak too loud.
“We need to know where you are in the hospital.” You added, glancing quickly at Leon. “And if you can go to a place where the extraction will be easier.”
“I don’t know if we can… I don’t even know where an easier place would be in here.” Valerie sighed, speaking in a lower voice tone while the other survivors argued about something else. “Almost all the patients got affected by this… I don’t know… Epidemics? I don’t even know how to call it.” She shook her head, sitting in the corner of the room so she could guarantee a little peace. “We managed to lock ourselves in one of the exam rooms; it’s not that hard to get here… After the reception, you need to turn right and then left in a long corridor. In this corridor, there’ll be a lot of doors: the third one to the right, you’ll get into a restricted area, the corridor to the exam rooms. We are in the…” And Valerie took a few seconds, mentally counting. “Fifth? Sixth door to the left? Sorry, I can’t remember for sure… But when you get here, we’ll hear you.”
“Hmmm, just a sec…” You had a good memory and Leon was trained to keep a good amount of information, especially in moments like those. But he had no idea of the hospital’s architecture and with that, you could help. “Leon, you wouldn’t happen to have a pen in one of those many magic pockets, would you…?”
Leon furrowed his brows, giving you a funny look as if asking what the hell you were thinking at the same time he scolded your comment about him taking so many things to the field. After Raccoon City, he became stupidly proficient in inventory management in the field and he had a good idea what was useful or not. A map and a pen proved to be crucial when he got stuck in the police department and roaming around the underground laboratory, trying to find everything he needed to leave those places.
So yes, even though he didn’t want to admit, he had a pen that he took off one of his many pockets almost against his will. That only made you smile.
“Thank you, Mary Poppins. You wouldn’t happen to have a piece of paper too, right…?”
Leon rolled his eyes as he took the map he folded enough to fit one of the pockets. Of every nickname he could have had in his lifetime, ‘Mary Poppins’ would be the last he would’ve imagined to be graced with.
“Ok, here we go…” You held the pen cap between your teeth while laying the map on your thighs. Leon could only hold the radio and accept his fate. “Can you repeat it, Valerie? Please?”
As the woman spoke, you drew a little map of the hospital on the back of the city’s map, trying to remember the sizes of the rooms so Leon would have a better idea of the place you were going in – as well as help you remember all the details without having to call Valerie all the time.
“It isn’t that far away from the hospital entrance.” You showed the place in the improvised map. You pointed the path with the pen. “If we clear the way from the entrance to the exam room, we won’t have to go in deeper and, with a little luck, we’ll be able to leave with no further problems.”
“Hmmm…” Leon analyzed the drawing. You were right, but… “There are other rooms along the way, right?” You just nodded in response. “There’s no way for us to know how many zombies are inside each room and if they are open or not. We can clean the way there, but it’s always possible for something to appear along the way.”
“That’s why one of us should lead the way and the other should be on the back, as we’re doing right now.”
“Ok. I’ll go ahead when we get there and, when we’re leaving, I’ll be on the back and you’ll lead.” Leon checked how many bullets he had left on his handgun – up until that moment, he didn’t see a use for the shotgun but that was about to change. He could feel it. “I think it’s worse if something we don’t know follow us from the inside of the hospital than another zombie crossing our already cleared path.”
“Fair enough.” You agreed more so you wouldn’t argue than anything else: you had lots of arguments to state you were more than capable of dealing with whatever creature that appeared from the insides of the hospital, but you could delay that argument.
“I need to warn you…” Again, Valerie lowered her voice. She was quiet for a while, considering if she would continue the warning. “I’m not sure what I saw. But I think… I think I saw… Something… Different from the people who were infected. Horrible. It looked like it was out of a horror movie…
“What was it, Valerie?” Up until that moment, Leon had reasons to believe what happened in that city was the result of a virus outbreak, but other creatures? Raccoon City was used as a laboratory, but New Setosa? Was it a field test? Whose? Umbrella’s? A lot of questions crossed his head at the same time; and none had an answer. “Can you describe it to me?”
“No. I can’t.” The woman’s answer was adamant. “I closed my eyes and remained quiet. But it looked like… An animal. That thing couldn’t be human. It wasn’t human.
“How many are there?”
“I don’t know either. I just saw one and when I realized it was far, I ran the fastest I could and didn’t leave this room anymore.” She remained in silence while you both waited patiently. “Out of everything that’s out there, that’s what I’m afraid the most.”
“We’ll find a way. If we find one of these things along the way, we’ll manage.” You had certainty in your voice, making Leon discreetly look at you. It was incredible how you remained brave, even if apparently – even when you had all the reasons to be scared.
As the conversation came to an end, you went back to your walk towards the hospital – now you could see the big, white building with green windows in the distance; the luminous sign with the letters spelling “Hospital Arklay Hill” was clearly stained with blood and some of them had a hard time shining, twinkling among the darkness of that night.
“Do you know what she was talking about, Leon?” Your question was quiet, following him as fast as you could without attracting a horde of zombies.
“I’m not sure…” He glanced quickly over his shoulders. “I saw a lot of things that couldn’t be considered human in Raccoon, that’s why I asked her to describe it to me. It’d be easier if we went in knowing what we’ll find, but the virus affects people in different ways: some become undead, others mutate into things that could easily come out of a horror movie.”
That made you think in silence – it wasn’t just Leon who had his doubts about what was going on in New Setosa. Initially, everyone thought it was a sudden epidemics of a virus attacking the nervous system: some people were quarantined in the hospital, until it started to spread – you had never seen a disease that spread so quickly. You also had never seen a pandemics, but that’s how you imagined an epicenter to be: non-stop contagion, loss of control and deaths. So many deaths.
You were scared. You didn’t want to admit it, but you were. Your feet didn’t really want to follow your will to move forward – but, if you didn’t go with Leon, he would have to go in alone.
And if you were in his shoes, you wouldn’t want to be alone – as well as if you were one of those people in the hospital, you would want someone to save you. You couldn’t turn back now.
“Are you ok?” Leon checked while taking the map from one of his pockets to make sure you were in the right path and what the objective was. Leon remembered quite well, but he wanted to have a better idea – and maybe, seeing the hospital in the distance, he could understand the proportions of the rooms better. “You’re too quiet all of a sudden.”
“We barely know each other and there you are, already saying I talk too much.” You raised one eyebrow as he just took a deep breath to tell you how wrong you were. “Relax. I know. I just needed to release some tension. We need to go to the second hall and turn in the first corridor.”
“The second hall is through that door, right?” He pointed to a passage closed by a milky glass door, blocking your view of the next room. You nodded in agreement. “Let’s go then. Time to hope we won’t find the thing that worries Valerie.”
With a gesture from his hands, you prepared your gun and, now walking by his side, you quickly followed to the door you hoped would still work. As soon as you approached, the doors glided open enough for just one of you to squeeze through, jamming midway open with a strength that made it tremble. You exchanged looks and Leon crossed to the other side before you, immediately checking the right side of the room as you followed him and checked the left side.
It smelled like death. The hall was big enough to harbor a considerable amount of undead, but you found only three. One of them didn’t seem to understand how to move around the reception desk and let itself free from wherever it was stuck, another was stationary, staring at you both. And the third was banging mercilessly at the vending machine, as if it had swallowed its coin and it didn’t spew out whatever it had bought. The rest, was the classic: dead people torn apart on the floor and chairs, the walls stained in blood.
“We’re running through them?” Your question was valid: you had noticed Leon had a tendency to save each and whatever resource you found or had along the way, so you thought it was better to check before doing anything.
“Hmmm…” Leon thought for a while. Going through was a good option, but it would be a problem if you found anything worse in the corridor. If that was the case, you would be stuck, with problems in the front and in the back. “We don’t know what’s in the corridor, we might get sandwiched between this problem and something worse.”
“I didn’t think of that.” Even if your answer was serious, you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing internally at his choice of words. After all, it wasn’t everyday you heard ‘sandwiched’ in such a serious conversation. “Let’s go then.”
With those words, you pointed your gun to the stationary zombie as Leon followed to the reception. With two certain shots, you both wiped out those zombies, drawing the attention of the third one, who slowly turned around and finally reached out to you, dragging itself as you met Leon in the middle of the room once more. With coordinated shots, the vending machine zombie was exterminated.
“If I knew you’d shoot as well, I’d have saved the bullet.” Leon gave you a small smile, making you mirror his expression. “You shoot better than a lot of people I met.”
“Oh, you have no idea.” You answered in a quick laugh, walking by his side towards the long corridor you now needed to cross.
Leon would have asked what you meant with those words, but as soon as you reached the big white doors that blocked the corridor, you fell silent. You were lucky the survivors at least tried to leave and ended up close to the entrance: the place was huge and if they were in the most distant wings, you would have serious problems.
With your backs to the door, each of you on each side, you waited until he nodded in a sign for you to enter. You both pushed the heavy door quickly, pointing the guns as soon as you entered the corridor, ready to shoot the first thing that appeared in front of your eyes.
But there was nothing.
The corridor stretched into a pitch black darkness with broken light bulbs that twinkled in whatever rhythm, humming with the energy that crossed the useless filaments. A couple of bodies were thrown on the floor – at least as far as your eyes could see – chewed by something… Different. The walls had blood stains in shapes of hands, on the floor, feet that tried to flee in despair. Beds, syringes, gloves, hospital paraphernalia… It was all tossed along the way, as if the place was hit by a hurricane – and now, it laid in a heavy silence in the foul air.
In Leon’s experience, that kind of situation was worse than the chaos: when there were screams of despair, you usually knew what was attacking and where the survivors were. When there was only silence, all you could do was to pay attention to whatever noises and hope you wouldn’t be taken by surprise.
“Stay alert.” Leon murmured as low as he could, leading the way. Your steps were calmer and a lot more careful now that you didn’t know what you could find. With his eyes now getting used to the lack of light, Leon found the door Valerie told you about – a little farther than he had expected.
Your steps were quiet behind Leon: even if you knew how to shoot and you wanted to be there, you couldn’t deny he was the best person to lead the way – after all, he was trained to that kind of situation.
You carefully dodged the pools of blood on the floor. You didn’t want to run the risk of slipping and falling over all that mess – you were already sufficiently dirty and all you wanted was a good shower to feel as good as new. As you crossed a good part of the corridor, you approached the first passage to the right that connected that corridor to another hospital wing – through another equally dark corridor.
You would’ve had normally walked by it if you hadn’t heard a strange noise coming from that corridor.
It was like an animal’s hiss. You allowed Leon to keep walking as you turned around to make sure there was nothing else needing rescue.
And it was the first time you saw that.
A creature that looked like it had no skin, with long claws, roaming the corridor with its four paws on the floor; sharp teeth framing a long, menacing tongue. You froze in place, terror filling your eyes. It was the most horrible thing you had ever seen in your life and you didn’t know what to do. Had that thing seen you? Should you shoot?
Before you could make any kind of noise, though, one of Leon’s hands quickly covered your mouth, pulling you towards him. You didn’t resist: with eyes wide open, you turned to him and found Leon with one of his fingers on his own lips so you would remain silent. You nodded frantically and, as he let you go, Leon held one of your hands and started walking as silently as he could so you could reach the door Valerie told you about.
It wasn’t that far away, but it seemed enough for a marathon. You heard that thing sniffing around, paws heavily hitting the floor, chasing you: slowly, calculated, searching for something it knew it was escaping. The claws scratched the hospital floor, the animal hiss louder and louder. You held Leon’s hand with a little more strength.
If you had to choose how to die, it would be by zombie. Never by something like that thing that chased you.
You risked a look above your shoulders, finding that thing finally reaching the spot in the corridor where you were before. There was so little left for you to reach the door. Leon pulled you closer, walking a few last steps to get to the next passage.
You almost said something when you saw that thing jerking its ugly head towards you. Stopping in front of the door, Leon finally looked at it: they were about to be noticed. You were so close. It knew.
Leon looked at you and tried, as best as possible, to tell you through hand signs to run as soon as he opened the door. You nodded in affirmation and, as soon as Leon pushed one of the metal bars to open it, the thing raised its head like a dog, screeching like chalk on a board, viciously running towards you.
“Go!” Leon did his best so you entered the corridor before him, quickly following. To your terror, the thing that chased you was too fast.
Leon wouldn’t be able to get in: having crossed the door, you saw the claws of that thing already prepared to tear his back open – and that would be a huge problem.
As he tried to escape, you didn’t think twice: aiming your gun, you almost emptied it in that thing’s head. You didn’t know how many bullets you needed, nor how many of them were there, and you didn’t even care if you needed to go on in complete silence – you wouldn’t allow that thing to kill Leon in such a stupid manner.
The creature fell heavily on the floor while Leon stumbled into the corridor you found yourself in. That thing’s tongue stretched until almost hitting your feet, as if even in death it wanted to tear you apart.
“What the fuck is this?!” That was the only thing you managed to ask, still staring at that thing with widened eyes, your hands trembling on your gun. You didn’t even have to state the adrenaline shock had been strong.
“Dunno. The guys at the station called it Licker.” Leon took a few deep breaths, a little discombobulated by how you had emptied your gun on the Licker instead of running in despair or screaming for help – saving his life in the process. “The good news, they are as blind as a bat. The bad news, those things smell and hear very well, so we need to be very careful and not make any noises when we see one of them.”
“Hmmm… I remember that name, Claire mentioned it a few times…” You also took a deep breath, giving that thing a last look. “I didn’t think it would be that ugly. And scary.”
“Oh, c’mon. They could win a beauty pageant.” Albeit the seriousness, you could hear a hint of a laugh in the back of his voice as you got back on track.
At least you were lucky enough for that place to be empty.
“I’ve never seen such a funny person in an apocalypse.” You aimed your gun above Leon’s shoulders in case something appeared in front of him. You didn’t hear any menacing noises, but that was only worse, considering the situation.
“Well, not my first apocalypse.” He shrugged, thinking about his own words. Who would’ve known one day he would find himself saying something like that. He imagined where he would be in four or five years, how he would handle that kind of situation. He hoped he would be an agent who feared nothing and could deal with things objectively, and even with a certain level of humor. “Which door? Fourth or fifth?”
“Actually, fifth or sixth. She didn’t really know.” You corrected him, pointing to the nearest door. “Let’s go?”
“Yeah. You go ahead.” He pointed the door with his head, giving you cover.
“Valerie?” You lightly knocked on the door to avoid too many noises, even if you had just done a whole rock show with all those shots in the Licker’s head a while ago. You didn’t notice, but a hiss echoed from the end of the corridor, making Leon aim his gun and his flashlight into the darkness, finding anything in return. “It’s us! Y/n and Leon!”
You heard a commotion inside the room and it confirmed you were at the right door. While the click of it opening and the handle moved to greet you, the hiss repeated itself, louder – but, as soon as the door opened, the sound of claws hitting the floor added to the soundtrack.
You, Leon and Valerie looked in the direction of the origin of the sounds – with the claws taking a vicious speed – making you hold Leon by his bulletproof vest and run inside the room as fast as you could, not allowing him nor Valerie to think of something else. The nurse, though, was quick enough to lock the door as soon as you stumbled inside, making the creature lose your track – without ever leaving the corridor.
“You’re here! Alive!” Valerie immediately locked her arms around your neck, holding you as if there was no tomorrow. You widened your eyes, glancing at Leon. He just giggled: it wasn’t everyday he saw someone so uncomfortable with hugs as you seemed to be at that moment. “Thank you so much…!”
“Thank you for what, Valerie?” A grumpy man interrupted the moment, stuffing his clammy hands in the dirty lab coat pocket. “They can very well end up locked up in here with us! They haven’t done anything to save us yet!”
“But we will, sir.” Leon tried to be diplomatic, noticing not so friendly looks shot at the man from you and Valerie. Someone had to be the voice of reason in there, or the very survivors would end up killing each other. “The goal is to leave here right now so we’ll get to the school at 22h20.”
“And then we’re gonna do what? Open the books and start studyin’?” The man wiped some of the sweat that dripped from his greasy hair, his little eyes filled with anger amidst that stuffy room. “Or you’re gonna find a magic way to get us out of this damned city?”
If Leon was younger, he would’ve answered with calm and patience.
But he wasn’t that rookie cop from Raccoon City anymore. He didn’t need to have that much patience. Not after all he had been through.
“As Special Agent from the Government working under direct orders from the President, I have a special task team with the best soldiers from the army, ready for an extraction operation of the survivors in New Setosa.” Leon was probably being too harsh, but, honestly, someone would have to put that guy in his place, be it by being gentle or by brute force. And, right now, Leon wasn’t that inclined to being gentle. “I think it’s enough magic to deal with this situation.”
And that talk was over.
“Under direct orders from the President…?” You had your arms crossed, slowly approaching Leon while he organized what was left of the ammo and loaded the shotgun. He raised his eyes to you, finding you with a small smile coloring your lips. That made Leon mirror your reaction, a little embarrassed by the way he spoke before.
But that guy really pissed him off.
After his answer, the survivors gathered to listen to the instructions on how they would cross the city to the school – having that little intermission to prepare ammo, items they wanted to take with them, care for any wounds and get ready for the journey to safety. And, while Leon got ready in his own lone corner of the room, you approached to talk to him.
“Yeah… That’s what happens when you survive a disaster like Raccoon.” He sighed slightly. “I ended up as a Special Agent just because of that, I’m the only one with this expertise.”
“I doubt all Special Agents have direct orders from the President of the United States.” You leaned on the bed Leon used to keep the guns and ammo as he counted and organized them. “C’mon, Leon. You didn’t get here ‘just’ because your star twinkled in Raccoon. To have this kind of job, you need to not only be a good agent, but an intelligent one as well.”
“Oh, well…” Leon shrugged, feeling his cheeks slightly burning and trying to do his best for you not to notice it. At least he was lucky: the lights from the room were broken. “You’re gonna have to ask that to the President.”
You narrowed your eyes, smiling right after. You didn’t know if it was just something he was saying to escape that conversation and dodge a compliment or if he was trying to tease you.
And, when you noticed the ghost of a smile in the corner of his lips, you knew it was a bit of both.
“So cocky.” You muttered back, making him raise his eyebrows and stare you in shock – but clearly holding back a laugh. “After that, I’ll only leave you with the shotgun ‘cause you’re the one dealing with that monstrosity outside, Mr. super-government-agent friends with the President.”
“Ok, I’m not complainin’.” And he loaded said gun, already leaving it ready with the strap across his shoulders. “Here. More ammo for your gun. After you shot that Licker like a cowboy, you’re gonna need it.”
“And I would’ve shot it more if I could.” You answered while reloading your handgun. Two magazines were probably more than Leon could give you at the moment – but you had already learned he had a big heart. “I’ll lead the way? As we agreed before?”
“I’m the one with the shotgun, ain’t I?” He raised one eyebrow, making you flash a little smile at the answer. “At that pace, you’ll end up workin’ for the President as well.”
“Yeah, right…” You shook your head, deflecting the compliment. Even so, you winked back at him. “If you’re my partner, I’ll think about it.”
“I can make that happen, alright?” Leon pointed at you, making you giggle. “You ready? It’s time to go.”
“Yeah. I think you should ask them that.”
Indeed, the survivors didn’t look too excited – but as Leon knew quite well, you didn’t need excitement to save your own life: you just had to run and never look back.
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To be continued...
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Locked Out of Heaven
Kingdom Hearts 3
Vanitas x Princess of Heart!reader
Part II of Anywhere
Never had much faith in love or miracles. Never wanna put my heart on the line. But swimmin' in your water's something spiritual. I'm born again every time you spend the night…
Other characters: Ventus, Sora, Aqua, Ienzo, Goofy, Queen Minnie
Set during the events of Kingdom Hearts 3: Sora, Aqua, and Ventus search for Vanitas’ princess.
The group had left the Land of Departure, formerly Castle Oblivion. They were now all in the Gummi Ship. “We might need to pick up someone.” Ventus says to Sora. “She can help us against Vanitas.” The group was confused. “What are you saying, Ven?” Aqua asks.
Ventus turns to Sora. “You know how I’ve been sleeping in your heart this whole time?” He asks Sora. “Still kinda weird, but yeah.” Sora replies. “Vanitas has been doing the same. He found a heart pure of light and he’s been healing in it this whole time.”
Ventus explains, before getting cut of by Sora. “A Princess of Heart? But, there’s only seven. There can’t be an eighth.” He takes a second, watching Ventus pull something out of his pocket. “Can there?” Ventus hands him a drawing.
“I’ve had dreams of her since me and Vanitas split.” Ventus explains. “I didn’t know what they meant until he told me about her.” Sora took the drawing. It was a girl, around Kairi’s age, in a red dress. Her (color) hair was pulled up into an elegant bun with a black tiara proudly on her head. Ventus’ drawing clearly depicted who they need to look for.
Sora takes out his phone and takes a picture of the drawing, sending it to Ienzo back at Radiant Garden. He sends a text saying “Do you know this girl?” He puts his phone back in his pocket before handing the drawing back to Ventus. “Do you know where she might live?” Sora asks, getting a head shake from Ventus in return.
After a while, Sora was getting a call from Ienzo. Everyone gathers around Sora’s seat, looking over as he answers the phone. “We were able to find out who the girl in the picture is. We also found out where she’s hiding.” Ienzo says on the screen, making Ventus sigh in relief.
“Where is she?” Sora asks him. “She’s currently in a new world we have no record of you going. We’ve found the only known entrance to said world at Disney Castle.” A picture of a white vase with a painting of a countryside appeared on the screen.
“That’s the Queen’s favorite vase.” Goofy pointed out. “We’ve already notified the queen about it. She’s already given the go ahead to use it to find The Princess.” “Thanks, Ienzo.” Sora replies. “We’ll be on our way.” The two hang up.
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The Gummi Ship had arrived at Disney Castle, but only Ventus and Sora left the ship. The two meet up with Queen Minnie in the library. She was holding the vase they needed. “We’re very sorry, Your Majesty.” Sora says as they met up. “It’s really nothing too big.” Minnie reassures the boys, setting the vase on the ground. Sora raises his keyblade, opening a gateway into the world.
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Sora and Ventus arrive in an entirely different world, the countryside that was shown in the design of the vase. They clothes had changed color to white and accents of light red. Ventus looks around, in awe of the place as the two searched for The Princess.
After a while of searching, they find a girl in a short white dress. Her (color) hair was tied up in a braid and she was wearing red high heels. She was trying to climb up a tree. What really caught Sora and Ventus off guard was the small, (favorite color) Flood Unversed near the bottom of the tree, watching her climb.
The two reacted, pulling out their Keyblades, running towards the Flood. The small Unversed didn’t fight, but let out a tiny whimper of fear, backing up until it was against the tree as the two continued running towards it. Before a keyblade was able to hit it, the girl jumps down from the tree, separating Sora and Ventus from the shaking Flood.
Her being down from the tree and looking at them gave them a better look at her. Bangs covered part of her face and her (color) eyes had subtle hints of yellow. “Don’t hurt him!” She was clearly protective of the tiny creature. “That’s an Unversed!” Ventus tries to convince her. “It was created by a monster, so it’s a monster, too!”
“Vanitas isn’t a monster.” The girl feels a tear slide down her cheek. She summons a keyblade. “Furthest thing from. And I won’t let you hurt one of his creatures.” That took both Sora and Vanitas off guard. Someone was defending Vanitas, of all people. The two surrendered, lowering their Keyblades.
Ventus pulls out the drawing from his pocket, handing it to her. She looks over it as he talks. “We’re looking for a Princess of Heart. Could you possibly be her?” He asks. She hands the drawing back. “The name’s (Y/N). Why do you need me, if you don’t mind me asking?” Sora takes a step closer to her.
“You have a connection to Vanitas, right?” He gets a nod in return. “He’s part of the Real Organization XIII. We might need to get him out and you’re possibly the only person who can make sure there’s enough of him to bring back.
She turns to the Unversed, who had calmed down significantly. She gently beckons it over. The group watches as the Flood climbs up her dress to rest on her shoulder. “Count me in.” She tells them.
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At the Keyblade Graveyard, Vanitas had the upper hand against Sora and Ventus. He raises his keyblade, ready to quickly finish the fight. He was stopped by the clanging metal of another keyblade stopping him. He looks at the wielder, remembering her.
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Vanitas opens his eyes, landing on another station. He looks over, seeing a little girl, her back facing him. She was dressed in a light red ball gown and a black tiara adorned her head. “This place... I've been here. So warm...” Vanitas says aloud, walking towards the girl. She turns around, facing him. Her (color) hair swaying to the side. Her eyes were bright (eye color), full of light and hope.
“I remember now. This is your heart.” Vanitas was right next to the girl, who reaches a hand to him. He kneels down to her level, gently taking her hand. She smiles softly at him.
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She was a little older, around his physical age, but it was that little girl that saved him long ago. The princess who healed his heart.
Vanitas drops his keyblade. “Light? Is it really you?” She softly smiles, dropping her keyblade. “Hey, Dark.” Vanitas pulls off his helmet before pulling (Y/N) into a hug. As the two hugged, Vanitas’ heart fully heals.
“I told you, my light is meant for you to hold onto something.” She whispers, quiet enough so only Vanitas hears her. He softly cries, feeling all the pain go away.
Can I just stay here? Spend the rest of my days here? 'Cause you make me feel like I've been locked out of heaven for too long…
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Historical/Fairytale AU prompts for Tenoch part 2! Pls tag me if you’re inspired by any of these, I’d love to read it! 💜
18. The duke has decided to make you, the youngest servant in his household, into his heir. As such you are forced into noble society as the 2nd most powerful heir in the kingdom, much to the surprise of the other nobles who now either vie for your support or demise. You often don your old raggedy servant clothes to get away for a few hours of respite. Tenoch, A bachelor prince or king, spends every weekend disguised as a beggar at town square. Like you, he desires to get away from the stuffiness and monotony of court. He’s tired of the sycophants and countless overly dressed and made-up vain women who scheme to catch his eye. He intends to pick the most selfless woman as his wife. Someone who can engage him in stimulating thought-provoking conversation instead of the shallow pleasantries of the weather or fashion. Imagine it, a country girl made princess or queen. You first run into each other in the market, and since both of you are dressed as peasants, neither of you recognize the other. How long until you meet again at a ball and/or discover each other’s identities?
19. Princess and the Pauper-esque AU: You, a mere pauper who was orphaned as a child, were so grateful when the royal family took you in. You chose to be handmaid to the princess and grew up almost like sisters. Now adults, you hear of invaders demanding the princess be handed to them, more specifically in marriage to their king. You tell your family that they can hand you over instead, as if you were the princess. The resemblance between you and the princess is so striking, you’re practically identical and the invaders would be none the wiser. You have to keep up the facade out of fear of prison or worse. Not just for you, but your adoptive family. You hadn’t even met King Tenoch, your husband, before you stepped in front of the priest. But you were pleasantly surprised when he seemed to be a good dancer. It was not a marriage for love, but political gain. Now that he’s married the “princess”, he’s not an enemy but an ally, with increased power and resources due to the alliance. While lonely and unhappy in your new home, you consider the silver linings of your situation.
The last thing you expected to happen in a marriage as complicated as this was for you to fall in love with Tenoch, and he with you. He wasn’t intended for you, but your doppelgänger. And yet, underneath his fearsome reputation and cold exterior, you’ve found something good in him. You’ve found a best friend, someone who makes you laugh. One year later, you’re with child. You and Tenoch are so elated, but the king’s men discover you’re not the true princess and burst your happiness. Now you have to confess to your husband who you really are and what’s going on. You have to implore him to listen to you, that your feelings are true and you never lied about your love for him. Not just for your sake, but your child’s. But will he find it in his heart to be merciful and spare your life, or will he only grant you a stay of execution until the child is born? Can he be forgiving through the harsh sting of your betrayal and deception, or will the emotional walls he lowered for you come surging back up?
20. Nanny McPhee/Bridgerton-esque AU: It’s the 19th century and you’re the scullery maid to Tenoch, the patriarch of an upper class family. He’s a widowed man with many unruly children he can’t seem to manage since his wife died. You’re uneducated so one of his children help teach you how to read in private when the day’s work is done. But Tenoch needs to remarry by the season’s end if he’s to get much needed monetary support from his late wife’s aunt. He’s been attending balls and other social events to look for a wife, but is struggling to find one suitable. When his aunt “offers” to take away one of his daughters so she may receive private tuition in literature, history, deportment, and elocution, you go instead. The siblings don’t have to be separated and you can get your much desired education, even if it’s repetitive and monotonous lessons in how to be a proper lady. After all, Tenoch wouldn’t love you if you couldn’t read. He’d think you stupid, uneducated, and beneath him.
You meet again at a ball and underneath the fancy dress and sparkling jewelry, Tenoch recognizes you. Even when you were working as a kitchen mouse, he always thought you were beautiful. You dance together. You’ve been in love for such a long time, but are too blind to see it. Weeks later, it’s Tenoch’s wedding and due to desperation and crunched time, he’s marrying an odious woman who’s only after his aunt’s money. But after the schemes and brilliant thinking of his children, he sabotages his own wedding until the bride gets so angry she calls it off, not caring how much the “old hag” is giving him. You and Tenoch get married after confessing your love for each other, which satisfies the agreement with his aunt and ensures the allowance will keep coming. You and Tenoch are happy as husband and wife, and the children love you as their new mother.
21. 12 Dancing Princesses-esque Bridgerton AU: It’s the event of the season, the wedding of the crown princess of the land. And the opportunity for the lower noblemen to have a dance with the younger sisters and the chance for a new title. Tenoch has been trying to dance with you at your eldest sister’s wedding all night, but your many sisters keep getting in his way. He’s not one to give up easily, however. When you and your sisters keep disappearing to who knows where, the king discovers shoes that have been worn through - as if his daughters had been dancing all night. He promises any of his 11 remaining daughters to the man who can discover the princesses’ midnight secret. After many princes and noblemen fail, Tenoch steps forward. He may be unkempt and not have a fancy status or title, but he’d like the chance to try. When it comes time for him to expose the princesses' secret, he goes before the king with evidence of where the princesses have been, telling him about all he has seen. The princesses know there’s no use in denying the truth. Tenoch chooses you as his bride because although all your sisters are lovely, he finds you to be the most beautiful and the wisest. He fell in love with you hopelessly the moment he laid eyes on you. But the matter of marriage isn’t quite settled. Tenoch declares it ultimately has to be your decision. To the surprise of the king and court, he doesn’t demand but asks you if you love him and if you’ll be his wife.
22. Princess Diaries-esque AU: Even though Reader and Tenoch hadn’t danced with each other yet nor even formally introduced themselves, they seem to end up in the refreshment room together. When they do learn each other’s names and reader stomps on Tenoch’s foot, they bicker until they end up in a broom closet together. No matter how many times they smack each other with a fan or rolled up paper and declare how much they loathe each other, they end up kissing in the garden.
23. Write an AU story with Tenoch using the Ever After quote: “I kneel before you not as a prince, but as a man in love. But I would feel like a king if you became my wife.”
24. Write an enemies to lovers Regency story with Tenoch, similar to the love story of Elizabeth and Darcy from Pride and Prejudice, or Colonel Brandon and Marianne from Sense and Sensibility, etc.
25. A Little Princess-esque AU: You’re short on money, and decide to get a job as a scullery maid at a boarding school for girls. The school is often a mess because of the children, and you work yourself to exhaustion cleaning up after them. You meet Tenoch, a wealthy but widowed man, when he comes to enroll his daughter. You’re such a hot mess that the first impression you make is less-than-ideal. He Instructs the headmistress to spare no expense for his daughter's comfort, and you befriend the girl when you take time out of your busy days to help her write to him. Unbeknownst to you and Tenoch, the child plots and schemes to play matchmaker between you and her father. He’s been so sad since mother died and needs a wife so he can be happy again. And she wants a sibling to play with. You don’t know why but letters suddenly come for you in the post, all from Tenoch. You’re soon pen pals and writing to him regularly. At first they’re very formal, asking about his daughter’s progress and wellbeing, etc. but over time they become much more personal and even intimate. Your first letters tell him of the fantastical stories you hear his daughter tell the other girls from your attic room, commending her on her imagination. The most recent letters are much more private and could be considered “love letters”.
Months later, all the parents and guardians come to see the girls’ progress. Tenoch’s daughter talks his ears off about you, but there’s no sign of you. He excuses himself so he may look for you. When he finally gets you alone (in a closet, empty room, your attic, etc.) it’s far from innocent as you give into your passions. He asks you to accompany him to his house, but you can’t. You’re bound here by your job and if the headmistress finds out you abandoned your post, she’d be furious and dismiss you. He corrects himself and gets on one knee: He doesn’t want you in his house for a tryst, he wants you in his house for forever.
26. Loosely A Little Princess/Ever After inspired AU: When an odious baroness discovers you know about her extortion scheme and possess incriminating evidence against her, she frames you for theft and summons the police. You narrowly escape by running down streets and alleyways, until you jump the large iron gate of an opulent manor. You make a perilous climb up the trellis to an open window on the second story, nearly slipping and falling due to rain. As the baroness and police search the grand house, you’re found by Tenoch, the Marquess/Duke who owns it. You don’t say a word, but your eyes tell enough of the story. When you’re dragged away by the police and panic, screaming for your ‘husband’, Tenoch plays along. “What is the meaning of this? What are you doing to my wife!?” He saves you from prison after the police and baroness become far too sheepish under his piercing gaze and much higher rank, especially when he calls out the baroness on her lies and exposes her misdeeds using the evidence you’ve gathered. But now it’s awkward because sooner or later society is gonna believe Tenoch and you to be married. What do you two do now?
27. Bridgerton-esque AU: You came from a family of humble wealth and small comforts, your parents merely a Lord and Lady. But when they discovered you were with child, they disowned you and sent you away to live off scraps, not caring to ask who the father is. You’re living in the slums, surrounded by and befriending hard-working people who weren't born as well as others. You’re often in the street, carrying a basket of beautiful flowers or laces and ribbons to sell. Or you’re sewing “piecework”. Nobody recognizes you underneath all the raggedy clothes or dirt and grime covering your face and hair. When your secret lover, Tenoch, a highly sought after Marquess or Duke, calls on you, your parents evade the truth of your predicament. They pretend you’re very ill and not taking visitors. No matter how often he comes by, he’s never permitted to see you. Your parents try to set him up with one of your sisters, after which he becomes suspicious and skeptical. It’s been so many months that your parents feign grief and claim you’ve succumbed to your long illness, and it doesn’t take long for Lady Whistledown to report on your “death”. Tenoch grieves, but not because he believes you dead. He believes you’re out there, scared and alone. That you’ve been out there all these months and he didn’t think to act sooner. He sets off across the country, searching for you.
When he finally finds you, you’re either heavily pregnant and ready to pop at any moment, or have had the child. Either way, he takes you back to his home to care for you and the baby. Tenoch and you marry. When it becomes public, your parents come crawling back, acting sickeningly sweet to you because of your husband. But neither you nor Tenoch are having any of their groveling and vulture-like behavior. Tenoch doesn't even let your parents step across the threshold, telling them in no uncertain terms that since they disowned you, they have no legal ties to you, him, nor your child. He’s not their son-in-law and owes them nothing. They ‘ll never lay eyes on your child, for he/she is not their grandchild. They don't have a claim to anything, and can either leave quietly or he’ll have the police escort them off his property. Is it any surprise your parents leave town so soon after Lady Whistledown prints her next issue?
28. A Little Princess/Bridgerton-esque AU: You’ve been the scullery maid of a widowed countess for many years, befriending the old woman. After her death, you receive a life-changing inheritance which draws you into the high society you’ve always admired. And into the affections of a young lord, much to the chagrin of Tenoch, the milkman who has secretly loved you for years. Every week he stopped by the countess’s estate to drop off fresh milk early in the morning, which allowed he and you to became friends. Sometimes Tenoch would get so lost in your eyes and sweet words that he’d become flustered and walk back out the door with the fresh bottles of milk he’d just delivered still in hand - only to come back and retrieve the basket of empty bottles from your waiting hands. He’d try not to embarrass himself further when your hands touched during the exchanging of the milk bottles. Now that you’ve been whisked away to the upper class, he’s kicking himself for being too cowardly to confess his love sooner. You try to be polite and adapt to being a lady of status, but you don’t feel anything for the noblemen who try to win your attentions - especially the much too insistent and entitled lord. Tenoch thinks your one-sided courtship is a mistake and tries to stop him, often intervening to come to your rescue in a myriad of ways. Even if it includes borrowing finer dress suits and attending a few fancy dress balls.
29. Mary Poppins-esque AU: Tenoch is a jack-of-all-trades. He never stays with one trade too long and adapts to current conditions to make his living - as a one man band, a street artist, selling hot chestnuts or kites, etc. He may live on the streets and be a drifter, but he’s happy. When he’s working as a chimney sweep, he watches in fascination from the sidelines as you, a new nanny with a suspiciously deep bag, manage to leave rooms cleaner by just seemingly walking through them. The family you’re currently working for loves you; you're practically perfect in every way. But this nanny might just steal his job (or his heart) if he doesn’t do something!
30. Mary Poppins-esque Bridgerton/Downton AU: You've always been average, rather Plain Jane compared to your sisters. Unlike your beautiful and talented sisters, you’ve no serious marriage prospects, so your parents often forget you. Classic middle child syndrome. Your family keeps asking you to run errands for them which means you can't focus on any one thing for a longer time, and you can’t say no to them. Tenoch is a jack of all trades whom you often run into on the street. Impressed by his talents, you always spare him a coin or two. Your family even sends you out on errands at night, without access to a horse or carriage. You’re left to walk, scared half to death by shady characters and wild dogs when you run into Tenoch, who’s covered head to toe in black soot from working as a chimneysweep. He accompanies you since he knows these streets like the back of his hand. It’s not safe for a woman like you to be out alone, especially with money in your purse. Soon you’re making excuses to your family so you can go out and see him during the day and night. They’re none the wiser, assuming you’re eager to get to your chores.
This turns into a forbidden/secret romance between you and Tenoch since you’re from different social classes. You’re a great lady and he’s just a street rat, but neither of you care. The secret places you meet at are far from glamorous, but you’ll take an abandoned shack with a leaky roof, a tent in the woods, or a makeshift home under a bridge any day. Just to spend hours in his arms. But your family starts to get suspicious, especially when they notice there’s money missing. Now you have a choice to make between your family and your heart. You can either give up Tenoch, or be disowned by your family and left with nothing.
31. A Little Princess-esque AU: You’ve been a long time neighbor and friend to Tenoch, a wealthy and widowed colonel. He leaves his daughter in your care after both he and your husband are called to fight. Tenoch writes to you and his daughter. You write to Tenoch and your husband, all while helping Tenoch’s daughter write her own letters to her father. The letters suddenly stop coming. For months, there’s no word from Tenoch nor your husband. Tenoch’s solicitor arrives with news that he has been KIA; the government has seized his assets, leaving his daughter penniless. You receive word that your husband has been declared MIA.
When Tenoch, wounded and suffering from amnesia, is found with your husband’s unsent letters to you on his person, he’s misidentified as your husband when brought to hospital. You’re so relieved he’s alive that you cry, especially when you’re given your husband’s final letters to you. When he’s well enough, you take him to your home to nurse him back to health and oversee his recovery. Tenoch’s daughter discovers the convalescing soldier is none other than her father, but he doesn’t recognize her. His daughter is just a child, too young to understand her father’s predicament. She’s desperately screaming and crying for her father, and it’s heartbreaking watching her beg him to remember. You do your best to comfort and care for both Tenoch and his child, but sometimes it’s overwhelming. Over time, you help Tenoch regain his memory, until he and his daughter are happily reunited. Sometime later, Tenoch’s property has been reverted back to him and you’ve found peace in knowing that he tried to save your husband. Gradually you and Tenoch fall in love until you decide to marry.
32. Bridgerton/Downton-esque AU where it’s a story similar to Theo and Eloise or Tom and Sybil. You’re the favorite daughter of a count, but you’re a free spirit who’s interested in political topics and have opinions. Tenoch is a hardworking printer's assistant, sometimes working as a newsie. He's not just a working class man. He's also an intellectual, a talented writer who’s quite political. He advocates and fights for the rights of others. He gives you some pamphlets he thinks might interest you about the vote, women’s rights, social reform, etc. You disobey your father in order to secretly attend assemblies, rallies, the counting of the votes, etc. in a part of town dangerous and most unfit for a lady such as you, but Tenoch protects you from trouble. You’ve begun thinking about him when you read things and ask if he thinks about you too. He brings out a stack of books he'd set aside for you to read and discuss with him. When you invite Tenoch to your home to announce your plans to marry, it takes a long time for your family to come around. Especially your father, who even tried to bribe Tenoch to leave town. He was so worried you were throwing away your life, but he shakes Tenoch’s hand and gives his blessing for the marriage. It’s an adjustment for both Tenoch and your family, but you never once regret your choice in a husband. You both make your own way in the world and he finds his place within your family.
33. Write something for Tenoch using the Princess Diaries quote: “Why me?”
“Because you saw me when I was invisible.”
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Forever wishing for more content for my f/os
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i23kazu · 11 months
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GENSHIN MEN & THEM BEING YOUR ROOMMATES .
characters. xiao kaeya diluc childe itto alhaitham kaveh x reader genre. romantic fluff, can be seen as platonic too, suggestiveness in itto's part an. ueueue... ueueue... ueueue | please reblog!! im getting back into writing and reblogs with tags and comments will make me want to write more :D
xiao
disappears during the day, comes back at night. your first text to your friend (when you arrived at the apartment) was "this guys like a midday batman kinnie lol" but he also somehow leaves everything spotless?? xiao barely spends time at home but in the five minutes that he actually does, all the dishes are washed and everything packed up... you're starting to think that he's a mary poppins kinnie instead
kaeya
he's a mess.. also kind of a slut at home in the sense that he unbuttons his pants the minute he steps through the door but his shirt is always long so. so. yeah. tbh he's not a very messy roommate, he just ends up leaving too many glass bottles behind that you have to clean up #notaslay #pickupyourowntrash #savetheearth
diluc
very nice roommate, adelinde comes over to clean the apartment once a week and when she does you literally go puppy eyed because she brings her cooking for the both of you. the fridge is always stocked with mama adelinde's food and the floors are always shining with her hard work. diluc does some of the dishes though i guess that counts
childe
good roommate. with his numerous siblings, he knows how to get stains and stuff off surfaces so hes the handy manny and bob the builder in the apartment. need something fixed up? he's got you. lightbulb has to be changed? he's reaching for the toolbox. your clock broke? can he fix it? yes he can
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worst. roommate. ever. every day you come home to find out that either he's a) passed out on the couch b) broken something at home c) had a secret arataki gang meeting and now the place is trashed d) didn't do his work etc etc the list goes on. you're considering kicking him out at this point but his badonkahonkas are so nice to look at ykwim
alhaitham
uhhhhh takes care of finances and taxes and all that boring adult stuff you have to do but alhaitham graciously does for you. makes you a cute little keyring that matches his and kaveh's and he doesn't hide yours!! or take yours!! 10/10 roommate, laugh at kaveh's misery together #youwillwalkalone jk you love kaveh to bits
kaveh
being roommates with him and alhaitham is genuinely so entertaining bc its a free reality tv show. "kaveh what is this behaviour" "im sorry i kicked it by mistake" <- he did not. but you and kaveh also play pranks on alhaitham to i guess that makes up for it?? idk kaveh does the dishes makes the food hashtag malewife i think
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I’ve been laughing at this tiktok for the last hour (by hour I mean for the last week) and I can’t help but think about Wayne and Eddie 😭
Slamming the car door, Eddie takes his phone out his pocket to listen to the message Wayne left.
“Hey Ed. It’s your dad. Listen—your sister sent me and Susan money to help out with the garage fixin, since she plowed my car through it at two in the morning…”
Eddie feels the nerve in his lower back spike. He pinches his nose.
“Which is fine, her mama and I very much appreciate it. However…this lil’ girl Pippy—”
Poppy Eddie mouths
“—ya’ got told Max to send me electronic money. Now, I know I got it. I got a message saying it’s at the Apple Pay.”
Eddie groans, he leans his forehead on the steering wheel.
“Jesus fuck! Why did she send it through Apple Pay?!”
He remembered specifically telling you to take max to the bank.
“Now, I don’t know what that is. I didn’t even know I had the Apple Pay. Apple not paying any bills in this house…so what I’m thinking—what?! Yeah I’m on the phone with him. What?! A message! He didn’t answer. I don’t know if he can pick up the roast Susie!…anyway, so I’m thinking Apple Pay has my money. I don’t play about money, Ed, not even Monopoly money.”
Eddie opens his messages to send you a text.
Teddy spaghetti
You sent Wayne money to his Apple Pay!!!
Poppins
Hi honey, how are you? I’m fine. How’s your day? I’m only driving all over town for your step moms grocery list
Teddy spaghetti
Hi honey
Poppins
That’s better
And yea
Max forgot her PIN number
Teddy spaghetti
She says that so she doesn’t have to pay for shit!
Did you ask Billy????
Poppins
You gotta be fuckin crazy 🫠
lol
“Now, what do I have to do to get my money from Apple Pay? I don’t like all this virtual money. I don’t even like blade runner, Ed. I don’t like all this Casio, casius app, vinega—vinmo, I almost said vinegar. It’s hard for me to, ya’ know—they don’t make this easy on older people…well…that’s what I got a son for. We need to figure this out so I can get this money…anyway. Call me back. Bye.”
Based on this masterpiece 💀
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Housewife
Part - 2
Summery: Billy and Stu have been planning these murders for quite some time. Everything is going to plan until you show up. What happens when they meet someone who is just as mentally deluded as they are?
Pairing: poly!ghostface x fem!reader
Warnings for this series: murder, blood, smut (will be more in depth on smut chapters), power dynamics, a dash of sexism, knives, stalking, perverse behavior, cheating,
Part 1
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If you heard the names Casey or Steve one more time you might go insane. Stu ran up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist. "Boo!" The binder you held in your arms unceremoniously hit the floor. "Let go of me weirdo." You struggled but he didn't let go. "Did ya hear about Casey and Steve?" You could scream. The heel of your Mary Jane shoes made contact with his toes making him lose his grip. With a huff you picked up your belongings. "Why is everyone so obsessed with them?" Stu cocked an eyebrow at you. "Uh because they were slit open like pigs in a butcher shop?"
"I get that trust me thats all anyone can talk about. But you can't act all sad like you've lost a loved one and then talk in great detail about what organ fell out where. It's inhumane." He leaned back on the lockers listening to you rant. "Yesterday was a complete shit show. That Steve guy was a prick to me and he didn't even know my name yet. So he can't be the saint everyone's making him out to be. Murders happen everywhere all the time these two aren't going to change anything."
"Interesting take from Marry Poppins. What's got your panties in a bunch today?" You opened your locker putting away your things for lunch. "Some asshole started talking to me in 2nd period about how in a movie I'd be a prime suspect because the murders started when I got here." Randy. Stu knew the moment you brought up movies. "Well you did say Steve was an asshat, that's motive Y/n." He was right but let's be real here. You couldn't take on an athlete if you were paid. You rubbed your face in frustration. "Relax I know it's not you. You'd cry if you got blood on that cute little dress of yours." It really wouldn't matter you knew how to take practically any stain out of a piece of clothing.
"You'd be surprised." Just as the words left your lips a kid bumped into you knocking you into Stu. His hands conveniently found your hips. "Watch where you're walking asshole!" Stu shouted with a laugh. You pulled yourself away from him trying to straighten your dress with your hands. "Hey I'm meeting Tatum and everybody by the water fountain, you in?" The idea of being around more people wasn't ideal. Stu could see on your face you didn't want to. "Oh come on Billy's going to be there." He wasn't dumb. Billy was an attractive guy, he was well aware of that. All the girls had a thing for Billy, you were no exception.
"If I go you can't just completely ignore me because I only know you two." Stu shut your locker for you as you continued to walk. "Ignore you? I could never. You could sit on my lap if you wanted to." You fake gagged making him laugh. "I don't think your girlfriend would like that." He just shrugged his shoulders. "Eh I do what I want." This doesn't surprise you. "You are a peace of work." The doors opened letting the light bombard your skin. "Picasso baby!" Stu shouted as he grabbed your hand pulling you towards the fountain.
"Fresh meat everybody!" He declared as you stood uncomfortably in front of everyone. Billy looked more than unamused at your appearance. "Y/n right? You're in my math class?" You nodded at the girl with brown hair. She stuck out her hand for you to shake. "I'm Sydney Prescott." Billy shook his head with a smile. "Nice to meet you Sydney." She smiled up at you and returned the sentiment. "She's the killer I'll bet anybody 10 bucks." If looks could kill he'd be six feet under. "Randy knock it off. You think this adorable face could murder?" Stu pinched your cheeks with a grin on his lips. "Not a chance." He let go and found a seat next to Tatum. "Plus there's no way a girl could've killed them."
"Scoot over let her sit down." Billy huffed but did what Sydney told him. "That is so sexist. The killer could easily be a female, Basic Instinct." You nodded in Tatum's defense. "That was an ice pick. Not exactly the same thing." Stu looked over at all of us before looking at Tatum. "Yeah Casey and Steve were completely hollowed out. The fact is it takes like, a man to do something like that." Sydney looked down at the ground uncomfortable with the conversation.
"I don't know feminine rage is pretty scary. Do you know how many cheating husbands get stabbed to death or fed to the dogs by the wife. The fact is women know how to get a job done quickly and quietly. Men get cocky and want to play around that's how they get caught." Randy snapped his finger point at you. "See what I mean!" Stu laughed and Billy just looked at you with intrigue.
"How do you gut someone?" The honest tone of Sydney's voice made everyone quite down. "You take a knife and you slit them from groin to sternum." Billy sat up seemingly done with the gorey details. "Hey, it's called tact fuckrag." Billy looked at Stu his eyes once again saying more than his words did.
"Change of subject, I like your dress it's very Hepburn." Tatum spoke up. You cleared your throat trying to shake off that uneasy feeling. "Thanks I made it myself." She sat up in shock. "No way! You should totally make me one." If only it were that simple. "You think I'd look good in something like that babe?" She asked Stu and if you knew anything about him he'd give a smartass answer. "I think it'd look better on my bedroom floor but hey." She smacked his arm as everyone shared a laugh.
Stu continued rambling on about the murders with Randy. You were sick of hearing about it and it appeared so was Sydney. Her hand rested on Billy's knee as he whispered something to him. He nodded as she left a kiss on his cheek. The moment she left his demeanor darkened even more. He looked truly angry at this point. You assumed it was because Stu had upset her. Billy leaned next to you just enough to hit Stu's arm. "Ow man what gives? I was joking!" Billy was the next to get up followed by Randy.
"Hey Y/n? Are you doing anything Saturday? Me and Syd were going to hang out this weekend you could totally join." You knew Stu and Billy had plans to hang out with you and by the look on Stu's face he'd be upset if you said yes to Tatum. "Can't. My dad's going to be gone this weekend so I have to house sit." The smile on Stu's face was far from innocent. "You think with a killer on the loose you should be home alone?" She had a point but you doubted there was a serial killer running around. "I know how to lock my doors I'll be fine. Promise."
The school day went by fast thankfully. But once again everyone crowded around your car. "I'm not giving you a ride today." You shook your head. "I was thinking we could all go riding around maybe go to the mall? Someone's got to give you a tour." Stu said gesturing to the friend group you know found yourself a part of. "You don't have to of course." Sydney chimed in. She was probably the nicest one out of the group. "Who's got money for gas?" In an instant Stu handed you a crumpled up 100 dollar bill. "That should cover it and don't ask where its been." He noticed the shock on your face. "Don't worry there's more where that came from." He winked at you and Tatum rolled her eyes. You shoved the bill in your purse snapping it shut.
"Ive got work today so I'll catch you all later." Randy said as he walked away. You felt a little bad you were relieved at his absence. "Okay I've got bench seats so three people can sit up front and three in the back. "I call back seat with Stu." Tatum pulled at his shirt dragged him to the back. "No doing anything weird back there this is my dad's car." Tatum just laughed and Stu stuck his tounge out shaking it at you in protest. "Oh shit I forgot I've got to study for that exam tomorrow. I have to get home." Stu started to boo and Tatum echoed her boyfriend. "We'll only be gone a couple hours Syd."
"I have to pass this test Billy. You go ahead and go. You guys have fun!" She grabbed her bag and headed off towards the busses. Billy sat in the passenger seat again same aggravated look on his face. "Would it kill you to smile?" You asked lightheartedly. He turned to you flashing the fakest smile you'd ever seen. "See was that so hard?" Sarcasm dripping off your words. "Incredibly."
The mall wasn't hard to find after Tatum gave you some directions. You weren't sure how this little outing would go. On one hand it was nice having friends and spending time with people but on the other you and Billy were third wheeling. You had only been through half the stores and Stu already managed to spend an egregious amount. "Ooh help me pick out a set." Tatum said pulling Stu into the Victoria's Secret. Billy followed them in so you had no choice but to follow suit. "Do you have a boyfriend?" Billy asked as he touched the lace fabric on a teddy. "Odd question to ask considering you have a girlfriend."
"Fuck me for trying to make conversation." You laughed and decided to play along. "I do. We're trying the whole long distance thing." Billy found it hard to make eye contact with you. Choosing to play with and pick up anything around him to keep his hands busy. "He's probably cheating you know? Teenage boys do that." You're beginning to think both him and Stu have absolutely no filter. "Probably but it's not the like the guys around here are any better. I mean look at you and Stu." You're eyes flickered over to Stu holding up a bra to his chest declaring he was a girl. With a shake of the head you turn back to Billy. His eyes met with yours and for the first time he didn't advert his gaze. "Do you wear anything like this?" He gestured towards the thongs and see through bras.
"Nah I'm more into ropes and whips." You joke thinking if anyone would find it funny he would. His eye grew just a tiny bit wider surprised at your response. His lips quirked upwards a small smirk playing at his mouth. "I'm kidding!" Your face grew hot as he looked back down at what you were wearing. "No you're not. You're a freak. It's always the nice girls." Scoffing at that you wiped your hands down your dress trying to pull it further down your legs.
He smiled knowing he was making you uncomfortable. "You're a real creep you know that?" He held up in hands in fake surrender. "You caught me." Tatum shouted your name from across the store. "That's my que." You had no idea where she was or what she was doing. "She's in the dressing room I offered to help but ya know." He raised his eyebrows suggestively as if you didn't already know what he meant.
"Tatum it's me." You knocked on the door and it opened immediately. Her arm stuck out grabbing you and pulling you in. "You've got to stop doing that." You said in a hushed voice. "Opinions?" She said as she spun around practically naked. The red lace nightie left little to the imagination. "Um I think it looks cute. It doesn't cover much does it?" You ask and she laughed. "That's the point silly. You don't think it makes me look fat?" She was so skinny you worried about were her organs were let alone be over weight. "You look fine hun. I'm gonna go check on the guys." She said alright and let you slip out of the dressing room.
"We got you something." Stu shook the bag in front of your face startling you. "He got it." Billy spoke up as you took the bag from Stu. "No you grabbed it and said it would-" A swift punch to the ribs shut the blonde boy up. "Don't open it till later." Billy said and for some reason you agreed. "Is she about done in there?" The door opened and Tatum eagerly ran to the checkout desk. Stu like a puppy followed right behind her leaving you and Billy alone again.
"What did you get me?" Once again his eyes were on the floor. "Wouldn't you like to know?" He quipped his eyes finally reaching your face. "I would. That's why I asked." You both smiled at the small reenactment. "You didn't have to get me anything especially from here." He grabbed the bag from you tying the ribbon strings together. "Don't get too excited it's not a ball gag or anything." You smacked his arm snatching the bag back. "Plus I didn't pay for it. Rich boy over there did." He pointed at Stu.
"I'm hitting up Spencer gifts who's coming with me?" Going into that store with Stu was probably the dumbest thing you could do. "I'm in." You said mentally regretting it. "I'll go where you go." Tatum said as she hugged his arm. The last one to go was Billy. "Let's just get this over with." Stu practically ran to the opposite end of the mall with Tatum tossed over his shoulder. "There's no way your feet aren't killing you." Billy said looking down at your heels.
"I grew up in high heels mister. I could run in these bad boys if I had to." You weren't kidding. Growing up in a household where you had church every Sunday and you only had one pair of sneakers, you could run in heels. "I doubt that." He was getting more comfortable around you. Billy didn't even realize it. He used to be fun. He used to screw around and let loose like Stu does. Since his mom left and the world seemed to collapse around him he just had one to many stabs in the back.
"Wanna race?" He looked at you with a childlike curiosity. He would win he knew that much. Considering his murderous tendencies he could beat you in ten seconds flat. "I run to the store and if you catch me before I get there you win. What do you say?" Before he could answer you took off running. It was supposed to be fun for the both of you. A little game of cat and mouse. What you didn't realize was how seriously he would take it. The simple sound of his boots gaining up on you was terrifying. Your laughter stopped as you sped up.
You ran around people, who were then pushed out of the way by Billy. This was no longer a game. He was trying to catch you. The click of your heels got faster and faster till you ran into someone. "Woah there what's going on?" You looked up and saw Stu waiting at the door of Spencer's. You won. Billy was just two steps behind you the entire time. "Damnit!" He exclaimed appearing genuinely pissed that he didn't grab you. Tatum chimed in asking him what the hell was going on. After all to them it seemed like something horribly wrong had happened. "We were just playing. I told him we'd race each other." You looked back at Billy trying to catch his breath.
"Billy Loomis playing a game? Now that's unheard of." Stu gasped as he walked in the store. You approached Billy deciding to check on him. Your hand touched his shoulders as they heaved up and down. "Are you okay?" His hand wrapped around your wrist tighten enough to bare pain. "I'm fine." He flung your hand away, leaving you behind as he walked in the store. So much for that. It was hot and cold with him. You couldn't figure it out and you weren't sure if you wanted to.
Stu and Tatum were over in the novelty section making dirty jokes and just getting on each other's nerves. You didn't know where Billy went. You walked to the back of the store ignoring the adult toy section. You looked down at your stockings noticing the big rip on your right leg. "Shit!" You cursed picking at the hole. Going through the short selection of stockings they had to offer you finally settled on a pair. They were thigh highs which is something you usually didn't wear. Victoria's secret bag and stockings in hand you walked up to the cashier and paid.
Afterwards you met up with Stu and Tatum who were as equally ready to leave as you were. "Where's Billy?" She asked. "I have no idea." Stu leaned over trying to peak into the Spencer bag. "You get something from the back?" You did but you weren't going to be honest about it. "I did. I got it for Tatum though. She deserves at least six inches." She started to laugh as Stu acted all dramatic. "Ha ha really funny. Go ahead laugh it up. I'll have you know she's perfectly content with what she's got." Tatum shook her head making you laugh even harder. "You guys ready to go?"
"Where'd you go?" You asked Billy as he shoved his hands in his pockets. "Bathroom." You're not sure what you did to piss him off. Is he butthurt that you beat him in a race? That can't be it he's not 5. He shouldn't be upset by such a small thing. "Let's go bitches!" Stu and Tatum walked hand in hand once again leaving you and Billy to talk. "Did I do something wrong?" You ask gingerly not to upset him further. "No." Another one word answer.
"We can race again. I'll let you catch me this time. I'll play dead and everything if you'd like." You laughed trying everything in your power to make him tolerate you again. "You would?" You weren't being serious but if that's what it took so be it. "If you'll stop being mad at me I will." That somehow put a smile on his face. "Should I start running?" You joke and he actually chuckles. "No no. We'll save that for later."
Everyone makes their way to your car getting in the same seats as before. "I know where Stu lives where do you two live?" You sit your bags in the floor next to Billy's black combat boots. "I'm going to her house before I go home so you can take me there. She's going to take me home before they pick up Sydney." She proceeds to giggle at the admission. "Just drop me off at Stu's" Billy says as he slicks his hair back. "Do you live at Stu's place?" You start the car leaving the mall in your rearview mirror. "Stu's parents are never home so they practically live together."
Billy looked out the window not making eye contact with anyone in the car. "Means I throw the best damn parties our school has ever seen." Stu and Tatum rejoiced in the back. That fact left more questions than answers. It made sense why Stu seemed to be so flippant with money. It even explained his overall behavior. Billy's case however was different. How bad was it at his house that he needed to live with Stu? In all honesty you felt bad for both the boys.
"Hey Billy open the glove compartment and play something." He did as told until he saw the contents of the glove box. "What the hell?" He said as he pulled out an 8 track. "Listen my dad had an 8 track player put in back in the 70s so that's all I got." With a smile on his face he dug through all the boxes.
Pushing the tape into the car AC/DC blasted through the speakers. "How'd I know you'd pick that one?" He carefully put all the tapes back where he got them. "I have good taste what can I say?" He shrugged. First stop was Tatum's house. She gave you the directions which you quickly found out she lives on the same street as you. "Your lights on upstairs is your dad home? I saw your car in the driveway this morning." Tatum asked pointing at your house. Fuck. "So this is where the mysterious Betty Crocker lives." Stu laughed putting on his best Vincent Price voice. Billy was just satisfied in knowing where you live. "Yeah my dad is. He's probably sleeping though he's got to get up early in the morning which means I've have to get home so scoot." You waved the couple out of your car quickly.
You pulled away getting just a couple houses down the road before your car began to stall. "What's wrong?" Billy asked as you look around. "I don't know it hasn't done this before." You turned the car off and on again but nothing happened. "Does it have gas?" You didn't get gas. The crumpled 100 was still shoved in your purse. "Son of a bitch." You cursed as you hit the steering wheel. "Hop out I've got to go get the gas can out of my garage."
"Do I get a house tour?" You stayed quiet genuinely upset at your ignorance. "Listen when we go inside I want you to be quiet. Okay?" Billy nodded as you unlocked your front door. "Holy shi-" You immediately covered his mouth. "I told you to be quiet." Slowly you pulled your hand away and he stepped into the house. "What year do you think it is?" You shut the door as quietly as possible knowing your dad could get up at anytime. "Oh shut up." Billy looked around at the old pictures, the old decor, really the old everything. Billy didn't come from rich parents like Stu. Your house was definitely bigger and better but it didn't have the rich person feel. Billy's house wasn't the problem for him, it was the people in it. It used to be a happy home but all that was waiting for him now was alcohol and fights.
While you sat your bags down he looked around the place. It looked like no one had bought anything new for the place since the 70s. The TV in the living room was 90% wood and the kitchen was a tacky yellow. All the appliances on the counters had to be at least 20 years old. Hell the phone on the wall was a rotary dial phone. Billy felt like he was walking into the Myers house.
"Let's go!" You whisper yelled at him the heavy gas can pulling on your arm. "Give it to me." Billy grabbed the can with ease helping you out the front door. He went ahead and filled the car up for you so you could run the empty can back inside. "Thank you." You said with a huff throwing yourself in the driver seat. "It's nothing." He replied already ready to go. Before you did anything you peeled the heels off your feet tossing them in the back seat. The next to come off were your ripped stockings. Billy watched as your upper thigh was exposed. He could see the hem of your pink underwear before you caught him.
"Perv." You smiled knowing he had to be a little flustered. He just shook his head looking at the ceiling. You threw the stockings in the back seat with your shoes. Billy cleared his throat trying to start up a conversation."Your house is nice." You breathed out a laugh as you started the car. "You don't have to lie."
Billy's demeanor changed once again. Now that it was just you and him he had one leg bent on the seat so his body could face towards you. Even though your eyes were on the road you could feel his burning holes in you. "I mean it. It's different. Better than all those rich bitches we go to school with." He wasn't lying. It was hard to find anyone who had an actual personality these days.
"I know it's not everyone's cup of tea. My dad doesn't really care what I do with the house as long as there is food on the table when he gets home." Billy bit his lip in thought. "So you did all of that?" He found it impressive to say the least. "Not really. I haven't messed with much since my grandparents passed. The way the kept things always seemed nice as a kid. And I don't see the sense in wasting money on new stuff when I've got perfectly good old stuff that works." He saw the way your eyes grew wide when Stu handed you that hundred. You're not a money person. You were modest. Going through the mall you only bought one thing for yourself while Tatum begged for everything she saw.
"How often is your dad gone?" He asked. A dangerous question to answer if Billy's asking it. "He can be gone for weeks at a time. He's a truck driver. He goes where his boss tells him to go." The car goes quiet for a little while. Luckily for you it's comfortable. "What about you? How's your mom and dad?" You meant nothing hateful by it and he knew that. "I live with my dad too. My parents split up." You could feel him putting those walls back up. It was night and day with Billy. Slowly you car came to a stop in Stu's driveway. "My mom isn't in the picture either. You know if that shit ever starts to bother you, you can call me. As long as your girlfriends okay with it that is." You grabbed a pen out of the glove compartment gently pulling Billy's hand towards your lap.
His hand sat on top of your right thigh as you touched the tip of the pen to your tongue. Carefully your wrote down your phone number where the numbers were visible. Billy for the first time in awhile, he was the one who was scared. Scared of moving even the tiniest bit. A simple harsh breath would ruin whatever this was. Softly you brought his hand up to your face blowing cool air on the drying ink. "There ya go." You tossed his hand back, your gentle nature now gone. "But um yeah if you ever need to talk you can call me."
Funny enough he didn't want to call you. "Sure." Was all he could muster up. Billy finally decided he didn't want you dead like the rest of them. You were kind enough not to piss people off but you were sure of what you wanted. Too trusting, yes but it definitely helped his case. He'd have to make a new plan one that doesn't get you hurt. Well, one that doesn't get you killed.
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NFL QB Jake 'Hangman' Seresin AU x Popstar F!Reader
Summary: NFL Quarterback Jacob Seresin is in hot water from a streak of bad decisions, just as you go through the worst public breakup of your life. With people slandering both of your reputations, your publicists hatch a plan to bring both of you back into favor and keep the heat off until spring - that is if you can keep up the facade.
Word Count: 5,334 words
Author Note: I know I have two other outstanding Top Gun fics and I swear I'm trying to get those going but I am writing what sparks joy and well.... this certainly does. || Also!! Reader's stage name is 'Celeste' with 'Este' as the nickname. So no one gets confuseddddd
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You'd never anticipated to start the biggest year of your life absolutely gutted, yet here you are. Your boyfriend �� well, ex-boyfriend, severed what you had thought to be a loving, trusting and safe relationship, rather unexpectedly on New Year's Eve. Then he'd gone to the press to relay that you were a horrible person, a terrible girlfriend, too involved in your work to even bother paying attention to anyone else. The timing couldn't be worse, since you were about to start your first ever stadium tour in the spring. 
The result had been you hiding away in your little oasis that was your condo in California’s southern escape of San Diego. You’d stayed off the internet, binging TV shows that you’d been too busy to pay attention to and immersing yourself in anything you could, to erase the four year relationship you’d been splintered from. The garbage people probably wondered why there were a near dozen empty quarter pints of ice cream in your recycling bin, but that wasn’t for them to care about. At least you’d recycled them. 
Now, three weeks into the new year, with your favorite Chinese on the way, you sit on your couch going over tour visuals. Your lighting engineer is rambling on the line as you hear the gate buzzer go off. You’re quick to collect your dinner as one of the others on the line gasp and quickly mute their mic. “What?” You quip, walking to your expansive kitchen and dropping the large paper bag down. You’re half paying attention when the employee brushes you off, as your hand pulls container after container of food from the magical Mary Poppins-style bag. Getting to the bottom, you grasp for a pair of chopsticks, only to find several sets of them, along with a dozen fortune cookies. You take a moment to look over your four entrees and styrofoam container of sushi. The audacity of them to think you would be sharing any of this. 
Finally, you address the matter of your dramatic tech director. “What’s the deal over there Hollywood?” You chide, before your phone is ringing, leaving you to hang up the video call to answer the phone. It’s your publicist and you know better than to let her calls go unanswered.
“Check your inbox.” Her voice is frigid instead of it’s usually cheery demeanor.   
“Hello to you too?” Begrudgingly, you do as she commands, finding the email she sent to you. 
Jonah Carter agreed to sit down for an interview with UsWeekly, post-breakup to clear the air and to make sure no one else would fall for his ex-girlfriend's (Celeste) playful, girl-next-door-ish facade.
"At first, it felt like a dream come true," Carter, an up-and-coming actor within his own right, said almost sheepishly. "I thought she was talented and kind, but I should've known it was too good to be true."
But there's more to this pop-star than Jonah says meets the eye. In addition to the vanity and self-importance that seems to plague this generation's starlets, Este was a vindictive slob who routinely talked behind the back of even her closest friends. "It makes me wonder what she's saying about me, now, after everything I've heard her say about those who think are closest to her." The concern for others is written very clearly on the actor’s face as he speaks. When I question the songstress’ messages about authenticity, the man adjusts in his seat as he holds back a laugh. 
"She'd like you to believe she writes all her own music, but I'm not sure she could write a full sentence without the help of her team," Jonah chuckled nervously into his coffee. "Sorry, that was rude. I don't want to stoop to her level." Cowed brown eyes made me wonder what else he had endured behind closed doors. It struck a chord within me. 
“Why did you stay as long as you had if this was what you were facing?” I ask him. The expression of his kind features morphs into despair. 
“When we first met, Celeste was someone I admired. Her compassion, her drive and her dedication to the things she valued spoke so deeply to what I did, what I still do-” he fumbles as he attempts to source the proper words, “They just… weren’t her beliefs. They were her team’s.” Jonah lets out a pained sound, “I think when we got toward the end of it, I realized that she has this way of manipulating what she says, how she acts, to make herself look good. She puts on a show, on and off the stage and you pay for it one way or another. So, I knew what she was capable of. I knew she could be that person if she really wanted to and I wanted so badly to help her see that. I eventually learned that people see what they want to see.”
God, what a load of hot garbage this was. It was a particularly rare batch, clearly it had been baking in a dumpster in the scorching sun with the lid closed. All damp, with a horrendous mix of something rotting and old crusty seaweed. 
The tour was supposed to be announced on the first of the month and here your ex was selling stories (horribly narrated and mangled stories) to the press. You might as well have been kicking puppies at this point. 
“Isn’t he just swell? Nothing but peak wisdom from good ol’ Jonah.” Your eyes could’ve strained themselves with how far back they rolled. Probably the only time he’d ever made them do that too.
“I’ve already called a team together to brainstorm. I don't want you to respond. Stay offline, away from all of it and don't entertain any of the discourse. Not until I have something to work with.” 
“None of it is true we both know that-” You begin to laugh but she cuts you off.
“As much as I want to be on your side here, we are working to put out a fire. Your silence the last three weeks has put you at a massive disadvantage and frankly? The public eye doesn’t see you in the greatest space right now.” You know she’s right. She always is, and right now ‘Celeste’ was synonymous with ‘cynical, fake and fraudulent’. You wouldn’t be shocked if the uproar demanded you be canceled based off of this testimony. 
It wasn’t all but two days later that you were called in by your PR team. Into the office in New York for the first time since before Thanksgiving. It had been a busy end of the year and now that the new one was coming in so ferociously you weren’t looking toward any of the things you once had been. This was the first time back into the light and so you had made sure that the inevitable cameras had something to look at. You’d dressed yourself in your favorites, in an effort to boost your confidence as best as you could. Putting on a show, just like you had been when things had been on the rocks with Jonah. 
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Getting to the office, you’re nearly trampled with the amount of people that swarm you. It’s not normally this bad - hell it’s never this bad. It isn’t until you catch sight of a football jersey and an ESPN logo that your brow furrows. Odd. 
Stepping into the building, you’re pushing your sunglasses up onto your head, looking down at your ringing phone and trying to slide your coat off simultaneously. Instead, you crash right into what you think is a wall, but is instead a broad man, looking rather lost. 
“Easy there, Twinkle Toes.” You guffaw and look up at the blonde man before returning your eyes toward your feet. Of course, the bedazzled statement boots on your feet call attention to themselves before the rest of the outfit can balance itself out. 
“Alright, Prince Charming, you first.” You snicker before stepping out of his way and start to the elevator. Unfortunately for you, he’s apparently heading your way as well, needing access to the lift to the next floor. 
“Prince Charming, huh? I mean I’ve been called worse.” His shoulders roll backwards as the elevator dings to one of the other floors. You keep your head trained forward, suddenly remembering the rule you’d been given. Stay quiet, don’t engage. And here you were giving sass to a stranger and showing up in bedazzled booties. You were really digging this grave deeper than necessary. So, instead of giving him another sassy response, you keep your eyes locked to the neon numbers as the elevator passes each floor. “Oh so, now I’m getting a cold shoulder? Darn, I was really ready to ask you all about the boots on your feet, too.” You can’t help but let your eyes move back over to the broad male, just out of the corner of your eye. His face is completely locked on you, shamelessly at that. “They expensive? They got that waxy red paint on the bottoms of ‘em?” Silently, you turn one of your feet up to give him a glimpse at the blue bottom of the shoe. “Huh, blue. That’s fun. That more expensive than the LouButton or whatever they are?” Finally the elevator reaches your floor, hopefully shutting this chatterbox up for the time being. Yet the questions continue like an immature toddler as you rise up the floors - going to the same floor nonetheless. “Hey, you’re that Celeste chick aren’t ya?” 
“Yes.” You finally answer one of his questions, his face lighting up.
“Oh look at that, she cracks.” Another eye roll times well with the sound of the elevator reaching the desired floor. Instead of responding, you quickly find your way through the glass hallways and to the desired room. You are so glad to be in the presence of the familiar group, the stranger in the elevator having rattled your composure somewhat. Your manager comes in with a cup of coffee and a smile, which immediately puts one on yours. 
“You didn’t have to do that!” You cheer, reaching out for it as she sits beside you. 
“When you see what Rachel has come up with, you’re going to need it.” Oh. Reassuring. 
You see her point when Prince Charming steps into the board room, followed by a host of men in dress clothes and suits, all matching the blue soles of your boots. Charming sits directly across from you, a hand wiggling his fingers as he waves at you. Oh good. 
“Thank you everyone for coming. I know this is a very polarizing group, so before we get ahead of ourselves, I want to introduce Celeste, or Este as we all have come to call her over the years.” Awkwardly, you wave at the foreign men. They grunt and nod. You were already having doubts and not a word had been spoken on their end. “I also want to introduce Beau Simpson, public relations coordinator for the San Diego Sea Lions, Coach Natasha Trace, and Sea Lions owner, Tom Kazansky.”
Sea Lions? As in the NFL team that had been built not even three years ago but had made it to all three playoffs in their short time? The one that Jonah had ridiculed immensely when it joined the league because ‘California doesn’t need another group of inflated egos in the league’? 
“I’m really feeling the love here, Rach.” Charming speaks up and the raven haired woman on the other side of the table sighs. 
“This is Jacob Seresin, starting quarterback for the Sea Lions.” The coach speaks, the blonde man brushing off her introduction. 
“No need for full names, Trace. Clearly we only do the stage name around here.” That was a clear jab to you if you’d ever heard it. “Hangman’s what they call me.” His hand juts across the glass, toward you. Your hands stay tucked under your biceps. 
“Pleasure to meet you.” It’s passive, turning to your team leader. “Rachel. I’m not seeing a connection here.” 
“Jacob is in the same pot of hot water you’re in.” Your attention moves to the similarly broad man who stands up, towering over Rachel. “We feel as though we can spin this to both of your advantages. Jake needs to stop sleeping around–”
“Easy now, Simpson.” The eldest in the room stands up and he gives you a kind smile. It’s not a farce though. You’re not entirely sure what makes it so genuine, but you smile in return of seeing him stand, despite it taking a slight bit of effort to do so. “What he means is, Jake’s professional status has changed due to the words of someone else and we’re determined to alter that. Rachel identified this and made quite the proposal.” The young woman seems all too cheery to cut off the old man. 
“You’re both having relationship woes–” The raven haired woman on Jacob’s team speaks under her breath. 
“Wouldn’t call them relationships.”
“And by putting you two together, we feel as though we can put you into a positive light. Let’s face it, putting two very successful, and attractive people who are already in the spotlight allows people to follow the developing love story. Este attends games, plays the WAG card, has an opportunity to be seen in the public eye more frequently and dispels the ill-spoken words that were published about her this week. Jake gets the proof that he isn’t just a love-em-and-leave-em type.” Your eyes spell out the doubt you’re feeling, looking at your team who is just as skeptical. “That’s just the beginning! Celeste is going on tour this year. Stadiums all across the country have her booked and ready for the summer. We have a captive audience already following these games to see Este and Jake together, and we get brand recognition. The conversations that will come as she gets to witness her betrothed play in a stadium she would be performing in that very summer.”
Now you see where the benefit actually is. Clearing your name while simultaneously promoting your tour in the process. Seeing stadiums you’ve booked and would hopefully sell out. 
“So how are you proposing this works? We’ll need a start, an end - a story on how we met–”
“Well,” Beau settles in his seat, twisting in the desk chair as he draws in the attention of the group, “we have the major details hypothesized. Rachel and I will work with one another to get the rest of it together. For now, you two met at a New Years Eve party.” 
Oh joy. Now you get to remember that bitter break-up that led you here, every time you speak about him. 
The man looks like he walked out of a surfing magazine, as it were. Now, the scowl on his features paints him as a devil. Long hair, muscular arms on display as he leans into the table in front of him. 
“If we don’t do this?” Jake leans back in his chair, a hand coming to fiddle with the lingering 5 o’clock shadow that he has omitted in his morning routine. 
“We don’t do this and there will be a lack of support for the Sea Lions. You’ll have painted the entire team as jackasses who can’t focus to save their life, especially if you continue to party and hook up with whomever your dick has the hots for that night-” Beau has gone off the handle and Tom speaks up again. 
“The point is, public favor will stay low and it will not bode well for the team. With a lack of support, we have empty seats. Empty seats translates to less viewers, then to less money and you know the song and dance. Not to mention morale for the upcoming playoffs. We need to keep the team happy, Hangman. It’s time to do something to benefit everyone.” 
Jake’s expression deepens, as though he was a young child just scolded by his father for his poor behavior. Green eyes shift and face you, his hand jutting out toward you. 
“I’m in.” His hand hovers. Waiting for you to join him in this grand scheme. Glancing at your own team, they look rather haunted. At this point, it was this or to hope that a long string of possible good stories and fan interactions can redeem you. 
You want this to pass. And if this would make it go faster… you grab Jake’s hand firmly.
“What’s there to lose?”
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You went back onto social media. Posted some photos you’d taken with friends back at the beginning of the month, from the worst party of your life. The photos at least were cute and you loved the dress you’d gotten to wear. Luckily these photos were all taken prior to midnight. So there were no red eyes. No ruined mascara and glitter across your cheeks. No freezing car rides home and empty beds. 
Mindlessly, you scroll through the comments. 
Flameth: can still make the whole place shimmer ✨
RunTao: phony photos
Romanacent: so glad to see you’re not letting him get to you!
H_ngm_n: you’re still gonna let me borrow those boots right
It’s the last one you’d been keeping an eye out for. Boots? Looking back at the photo, you scroll through the carousel until you spot them. 
The same shiny sparkly rhinestone boots you’d worn to your meeting. 
Celeste: @h_ngm_n I’m a woman of my word, of course 🤗
Not even a week goes by before you’re ‘spontaneously’ at a bar in LA. Jake has been there for the last two hours, as he insisted you both show up alone and then end up leaving together. You eventually found him in the VIP section, drinking with his buddies. 
You made sure to keep your distance for a few minutes - after all, his friends had no idea this was going down. The only people who knew about this little arrangement were your respective PR teams. That was it. No one else from your teams, your friends and family, absolutely no one knew what your little plan was. Maybe you should just leave. It was a verbal contract, you didn’t sign anything, you were just trying to make this work for the two of you-
The bartender pulls you from your deliberations. There is now a drink that you certainly didn’t order sitting in front of you. Well there was no going back now. Jake had likely made a show of sending over the drink and now you had to go through with this. Glancing over your shoulder, you see the jock, legs spread, arms resting on the back of the booth chair. Green eyes lock in your direction and send a cocky wink as a garnish to your drink. 
You are about to win your first Oscar with this performance. Throwing on a grin, you pick up the drink and easily sashay your way over to him and his football buddies. Some flash titanium wedding bands, some platinum. Some aren’t wearing them at all, like your date, mister 83 who leans forward upon your approach. “Well, well, well, long time no see hot shot.”
“Speak for yourself, pop star.” Jake stands to greet you, his arms coming around you, carefully as to not spill either of your drinks. You catch a whiff of his cologne when he does so. It’s rich, familiar in the way it reminds you of summers camping. Bonfire smoke and smores. Yet clean, like when you came home to a clean house, citrus floor cleaner lingering in the halls. Pulling back, you almost move forward again to sit in it. Easy does it. 
“Oh come on, three weeks isn’t that long.” You chide. While most of his body has pulled away from the hug, his free hand still sits on your waist, warm against the AC of the exclusive bar. 
“Technically it was a year ago.” Jake smirks before taking a sip of his drink and you want to groan. So you do. But spin it into something more playful. 
“Observant, are we?” You nearly snarl as you take a sip of your drink, Jake’s colleagues standing up. The one who’d sat right next to him grins and extends a hand. He’s tall, lean but has a stunning smile as he steps your way.
“Not sure we’ve met. Javy Machado, running back, San Diego Sea Lions-” the blonde looks at his friend with an amused scoff. 
“I think she knows who the Sea Lions are, Jav.” The look on the captain’s face is one of skepticism and amusement. You were here to dispel rumors. So, as much as you’d like to smack Jake for being a dick to his friend, you shake his teammate’s hand instead 
“In passing. I don’t follow football closely, but I get by. Celeste.” The smile on your face is genuine as the next player stands. Kind eyes, a domestic bar of hair on his upper lip and the build of a pickup truck, he goes for a quick one armed hug. When he lets go, you have to wipe the temptation of any swooning you were compelled to do. Especially since a gold band glistens on his left hand. 
You’re here for Jake anyways. 
“Name’s Bradley Bradshaw. They call me Rooster.” Your eyebrow furrows as your head twists. Before you can ask, another man on the other side of the room laughs. 
“You should hear him on the field when he’s sacking someone.” This one, curls and meticulously groomed facial hair to boot, leans forward and shakes your hand kindly. “I’m Mickey. That back there is Bob.”  
True to his word, at the end of the bench is a long haired man, tucked into his phone and fiddling with a ring. He doesn’t seem to match the energy of the rest of the group. Curious. “Bob!” He glances up at the sound of his name, blue eyes flitting from face to face before spotting you. When he does he breaks out into a smile. 
“Celeste! Gosh, wow it’s so cool to meet you! My girls adore your music.” This catches Jake’s attention, a brow popping up. 
“Aren’t both of ‘em less than five?” He asks and Bob looks between the two of you. 
“Yeah? It’s never too early to introduce them to great music and influential women.” There’s no faking the smile on your face as you reach over and shake his hand. When you do, you look at Jake with a ‘would you look at that’ coded grin. 
“That’s amazing to hear! I’m glad they have fun with it! That’s why I do it.” You glance back at Jake as he comes behind you, hand shifting to the small of your back. 
“Pay’s in the bathroom, I’m sure you’ll meet him sometime later tonight.” The quarterback gives a nod to his group, before guiding the two of you to a high top table not too far from them. When you sit down he looks at you with a laugh. “Flirt much?” 
“Excuse me?” Jumping to the defense, you watch Jake roll his eyes and then look back at Bradley, before facing you. 
“You were practically eye-fucking him.” 
“Was not.” 
“He’s happily married, leave him be.” The blonde sips at his drink and you can’t help but laugh when you realize he’s giving you a hard time. 
“Right, right, guess I’ll bother you instead.” The tease is off your lips in two seconds. Maybe he was right, you were coming off strong. You huff and sink into yourself briefly. “I don’t know if you realized this, but I haven’t had ‘flirt’,” your fingers mark the quotation marks in the air, “with anyone in a while. Let alone fake it.” 
Jake leans back in his chair, downing the rest of his beverage a smirk making way when he sets the glass down. 
“Don’t worry, you won’t be faking it for long.” 
The two of you sat at that table for probably an hour, bickering over which of the Pirates of The Caribbean movies were the best, and why glitter was a detriment to society. Another round of drinks and the football star return to the table as he laughs when he spills a little of your overflowing drink. 
“No, no I assure you. Glitter originated in some high tech nuclear weapons factory to make the enemy go insane upon introducing it to an environment.” He pushes your drink toward you as you pull your hair back. Not only were you not anticipating for him to be this passionate about it, but you weren’t planning on the night going like this. 
You were enjoying yourself. Jake had told you about his time at UT, six years spent studying communications no less. 
It made sense when you really dissected it. Jake had the ease to hold someone’s attention: he’d held yours this long after all, and he was well spoken. Both were things that were shocking to you. He soon enough revealed the plan had always been football. Communications was for post-retirement, when he got tired out and wanted to be back in the stadiums. 
Stories of his dad commentating his high school games came fondly before he asked about your background. You were a bit hesitant to divulge too much, but what you had was pretty bare-bones. 
Music had always been a hobby but never a career choice. You’d planned to go into school for a degree in education, a masters in English. Go and teach for a bit before getting your PhD in some niche of the world of writing and then become a professor at your alma mater. 
With the rise of social media and the multitudinous connections of the internet, a little original song of yours got popular. Local radio picked it up and then your label signed you. 
“It all was pretty spontaneous, really,” you answer. “My career was in no way by design, but… I wouldn’t change it.” The smile on your face is small, but genuine as your hair falls back around your face. Tracing the rim of your glass, you keep your eyes down before a hand pushes your hair out of your face. Coming eye to eye with him, he grins. 
“Guess it was written in the stars then.” His response catches you. Jake’s eyes are much softer than when you’d approached him earlier. They were dark, focused and possibly a little mischievous. Now? They were gentle. Every shade reassured you that the boisterous man you’d seen in the office and the press was nothing like the man under the helmet. 
It made far more sense to you now. How he’d gotten women hooked on him. The abrasiveness and bold exterior was the casing to the real character. 
How many women had actually made it past the outside?
The rustling of a fabric on leather comes from in front of you, watching as the blonde pulls out a wad of cash from his pocket. 
“Please tell me this isn’t you trying to buy my affection there, Seresin.” As he stands up, pushing his wallet back, the grin carved on his face doesn’t leave when he shakes his head. 
“No, no, princess. This is for the bartender. Turns out you’re not a cheap date.” His knuckles wrap onto the table briefly before he disappears. You blame the blush on your face on the humidity inside the building. 
The two of you bid your goodbyes, before starting to the front of the bar to exit. Reaching the street, it’s expectantly empty. He takes the side closest to the street as the two of you head down the way, toward the row of restaurants and shops that were quiet for the night. 
“Are you hungry?” Jake’s voice breaks through the cold of late January air, looking at him quizzically. 
“If you’re hungry we could go back-” His hand comes to your back again as he shakes his head. 
“Oh-ho, no ma’am I promise, I’ve got something way better.” 
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Unfortunately, he was right. The two of you stand in the glow of food truck lighting, beyond messy tacos in hand. He’s watching you with a smirk on his face, obnoxiously chewing the fish taco in his hand. 
“Is that not the best taco you’ve ever had?” Again, his voice is filled with ardor as he watches you attempt to maneuver the soft corn tortilla that seems to be spilling into your napkin. 
“It’s… a taco.” You shrug, looking down at the brown beef meal in your hands. Jake shakes his head, still chewing. 
“No, no, I will not have you slander Ganso’s Tacos. Absolutely not.” He sets his red basket down on a table, hand in a vice grip around his taco. “Here, open,” he maneuvers closer and you shake your head, backing up. 
“I am not eating your taco!”
“Eat it!!” The two of you laugh. Finally, you concede and take a bite of the hand fed taco. When he finally takes it back to his plate, his expression eagerly waits for your reaction.  One hand covers your mouth as you chew, nodding as Jake looks like he just stole the Mona Lisa without getting caught. 
“You’re right.” One singular fist to the air and he’s back to scarfing down his tacos. 
“I told you. Way better than bar food. This is by far the best taqueria in all of California. And I stand by that.” 
With full stomachs and messy hands, the two of you start back toward the bar, where Jake’s parked. When you do, you finally notice a car has been tailing the two of you since you ordered your meal. 
The crowd in front of the bar proves that your teams were certainly on to something. Flashes of light start in an onslaught, your hand coming to block your eyes. Still, you keep walking toward them, only for Jake to grab your hand and guide you toward his car. 
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Voices shout, questions sail through the air, your name, his name, Jonah’s, more questions about football- it all gets crammed into the cacophony before the passenger door opens under Jake’s hand, guiding you to your escape pod. 
The driver side door causes the car to shake with an unceremonious thud. In seconds, the engine to the sports car is ignited and the two of you are underway. 
It isn’t until you get about two miles out that one of you finally speaks. 
“How long do you think it’s going to take for those to show up online?” White lines on the road disappear as you head further and further from the bars and closer to the hotel you were staying at for the weekend. 
“I give it maybe six hours. Four if we’re lucky.” He laughs, but it doesn’t match the hearty ones he shared with you earlier.
A sports broadcast plays lowly on the radio, both of you overwhelmed by the cameras that stimulating conversation was far from what either of you were concerned with. It isn’t long until you spot your hotel. Jake navigates into the lane closest to the front of the building, pressing down on the brakes. You’re just about to unbuckle when he pulls back out into the other lane, lurching forward and away from your accommodation. 
“Um. Hello?” You question. The car whips around a turn, green eyes fixated to the rear view. Shifting in your seat, you glance behind you. 
“We’re being followed.” Jake just barely makes the light before it turns red, leaving the tailing SUV behind. 
“It’s probably just paparazzi, no big deal.” It’s easy to shrug off for you, but Jake huffs. 
“Yeah. And I’m not dropping you off at a hotel alone with vultures circling.” Navigating the CarPlay in the vehicle, he quickly moves to messages and asks his phone to send someone to your hotel to gather your things. 
“Jake, I’m-”
“You’re staying with me.”
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to all the girls you loved before part 3
author's note: thanks for all the kind words you left in the last two parts!! to everyone who wanted to be tagged but didn’t, i tried and tumblr wouldn’t let me, for some reason. :(
pairing: single dad!mat barzal x reader
summary: being a nanny for rich people was probably the worst thing that ever happened to you, until you started working for mat.
warnings: children, rich people, volatile/toxic relationship
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day thirty two
"you look rough."
maybe it was the look on your face, or maybe it was your slouched shoulders. either way, mat almost immediately offered you a cup of coffee instead of apologizing.
"my roommate kept me up with her midnight hijinks. i couldn't sleep."
mat grimaced and all but shoved the cup of coffee in your hands. "i know i say this every day, but if you need to nap when ella goes down, the guest room is open."
you took a sip, cringing at the black coffee, but grateful for it anyway. "i might take you up on that offer."
"when you say 'hijinks'..." he trailed off.
"she was fucking someone really loudly. has been for awhile now," you said as you plopped down on the couch, some of the coffee spilling out of the mug and onto your fingers.
"must be nice," mat grumbled. he gestured to ella who was sitting on the floor with toys in a pack in play. "i haven't gotten any since before ella."
"you expect me to be shocked by that?" he stared at you blankly. "mat, i would know if you were seeing someone. mainly because i'm here more than you are."
he opened his mouth to protest, but sat down on the couch next to you. "touche."
"what time do you have to be at practice today?"
a quick glance at his watch told you it was later than he anticipated when he all but jumped off the couch and ran back to his room.
"running late?" you managed to croak out between laughs.
mat poked his head back into the living room with a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. "just a little."
"are you driving or is tito picking you up?"
"ee-o," he called from the bathroom. you could only surmise that you were meant to understand that tito was the one driving today.
and like he was summoned, tito burst through the front door and ignored your presence in favor of cooing at ella.
"are you a sweet girl?" he asked. she didn't pay him any attention, more enraptured with the book in front of her. tito huffed and looked at you. "why is she in baby jail?"
you couldn't stop yourself, a laugh slipped out. "baby jail?"
"it's a pack and play, tito," mat said from the bathroom. "and she's in there because she's safe while i get ready."
"then what are you paying mary poppins here for?" tito joked.
"i don't disturb happy babies," you shrugged.
it was silent for a moment. you and tito held eye contact before he moved to sit on the couch next to you. "you've trained him well," he whispered. "didn't think he had a paternal bone in his body."
you didn't know what it was about tito that always had you smiling. maybe it was the fact that he was so at ease all the time. or the earnest attitude he had. or maybe it was the diehard loyalty to mat. or it could've just been that he was fun to be around.
"give him some credit," you said. "he's made a lot of changes in the past month."
"no denying there. the whole team can see it. you've been good for him, momma bear."
you almost shot off the couch. "mama bear?"
"tito," mat groaned from his place in the bathroom. "i thought i told you not to call her that."
the man in question looked unbothered. "you can't say you wouldn't go mama bear on someone for ella."
you opened and closed your mouth before looking down and ignoring him entirely. a quick glance at the clock on your phone had you changing the subject. "aren't you supposed to be leaving now?"
"we would if mat would stop fixing his hair," tito snipped. he turned his head towards the hallway bathroom. "your hair is going into a helmet, mathew. we're not going to the met gala."
mat came out dressed in all black with his hair looking....
the exact same as it did seven minutes ago.
"what the hell took you so long?" tito asked. "you look like you always do. with the amount of time it took you to get ready, i was hoping you would've looked better."
mat flipped off tito, but other than that, ignored him entirely. he walked over to where ella was and picked her up, kissing the top of her head when she curled into his chest. "i'll be back later, ella bean. i love you."
your ears heard everything, but the moment felt private, so you pretended like someone was texting you something important at 7:30 in the morning. the phone had your focus until mat called your name; you looked up almost immediately.
"i'll be back in a few hours."
day thirty four
"i'm so glad you're here," mat said as soon as he opened up the door. you walked in, albeit hesitantly, waiting for someone or something to jump out at you. there weren't many times when someone was actually excited to see you. though, you supposed, all that changed when you met mat.
"what happened? is ella okay?" you asked warily.
he smiled. "she's great! she's in the pack and play while i got ready. are you okay? how are you?"
"i'm fine?...look are you okay? you seem, hyper."
mat shrugged. "just excited. i have a surprise for you."
you blinked once. twice. three times. until the words finally registered with you. "a surprise?" you'd only known him for a month, how did he know you well enough to surprise you?
it was like a switch flipped and suddenly mat was rubbing the back of his neck and walking over to ella to find something to do. "well yeah," he said. "i know you said you didn't really know anything about hockey, so i thought you could come to the game today."
you opened your mouth to reply but he cut you off.
"an--and you could bring jason! i have two tickets, one for you, one for him."
"what about ella?" you asked. "her sleep schedule might be affected."
"i thought about that, but i talked to matt martin and he said sydney, his wife, had done it. worse comes to worst, we can set up a pack and play in the box and she could sleep there for the time being."
you looked at him, and really looked at him. usually, mat was full of confidence, walked around like he owned the place (which in this case, he kinda did). but now? he would barely meet your eye and kept rubbing the back of his neck like he had an itch there.
"i'll go!" you said to finally put him out of his misery. "i just--what do you wear to a hockey game?"
mat's eyes lit up like a kid on christmas. "you can wear my jersey!" you must've had a look on your face because he quickly backtracked. "or tito's! if you want."
"no!" you said before you could stop yourself. "no, i'll wear your jersey. i know you better anyway." you weren't sure what it was but the poorly concealed panic on mat's face did something to make you agree. jason probably wouldn't like it, but you could probably explain that everyone wore jerseys at games. it wasn't that big of a deal.
"great," mat smiled. "that's--that's great."
and it was. you stayed at mat's apartment until it was time to leave for the game. you were dressed in your jeans and threw mat's jersey over your shirt, when jason texted that he was outside. you tossed on a coat. you grabbed ella who was decked out in a mini barzal jersey and sweat pants and sitting in her car seat. you made a quick grab for the diaper bag before locking up.
you met jason down at his car where he sat in the driver's seat. he didn't get out to open the back seat for ella, the most he did was unlock the car. when you finally got her situated, you got in the front seat, not sparing him a glare at his lack of help.
"thanks for the assistance," you bit out.
"i didn't know what you wanted me to do. i'm not a mind reader!" jason snapped back as he pulled the car away from the curb. "besides, it's just a baby car seat, it's not like you couldn't handle it."
"it would've been nice had you even offered to grab the diaper bag or offered any help at all."
jason scoffed. "whatever."
not a word was spoken outside of ella's babbling in the back seat.
by the time the three of you arrived at the arena, you were hopeful that you could act like nothing happened. you got out of the car, and put the baby carrier on while jason grabbed the diaper bag. you quickly got ella situated in the carrier and put on the lanyard mat gave you, handing jason's to him.
the three of you started walking towards the arena. everything was fine until another fan made a comment when you got inside.
he pointed at you and shouted. "a house divided, eh?"
you furrowed your brows. what the hell was he talking about? you turned and looked at jason who was doing his best to look as confused as you were and failing horribly.
he was wearing a rangers jersey.
to the rangers and isles game.
when you were invited by mat.
you clenched your jaw and kept walking, not wanting to make a scene in front of everyone.
by the time you made it inside the box, you were fuming. you wanted so badly to scream at him for being a dick, but another part of you said he was allowed to wear a jersey for a team he liked. after all, that's what you were doing, right?
right?
not that you really had time to think about it because the prettiest woman you think you'd ever seen came bounding over to you with the whitest smile you'd ever seen in real life.
"hi!" she said. "i'm sydney, mat's told us so much about you and miss ella."
you introduced yourself and did your best to smile back, though you're not sure if it was convincing. "this is my boyfriend, jason."
for a moment, just a flicker of a second, the smile on sydney's face faltered. it was so quick you almost second guessed yourself that it ever happened in the first place. "i'm really excited you're here, we love new company." she grabbed you by the arm in a gentle way but with a strong enough grip that you knew you really had no other option. "let me introduce you to everyone!"
after introductions, you found yourself and ella a seat. you pulled her out of the carrier before taking the carrier and your coat off. an action you almost immediately regretted.
"are you fucking serious?" you heard jason say. you turned with ella in your arms to see his normally pale face burning red. "you're wearing his jersey?"
there were no words coming to your mind. the two of you had argued before, but you had never seen him this volatile before.
in a flash, he was in front of you yelling as spit flew from his mouth. you didn't even register what he was saying, how could you when ella was crying? all you remembered was mumbling an apology over and over but that only served to make him angrier.
it wasn't until sydney literally got between you two that he stopped screaming. he looked around to see everyone staring at the two of you and threw his hands up in the air. "you know what?" he said. "fuck you, i'm leaving. you can find another way home."
sydney was in front of you, trying to calm you and ella down but you couldn't hear anything over the blood rushing in your ears.
jason was never the nicest boyfriend, but he'd never been that angry before. you'd never been scared of him before.
"here," sydney said. "let's get you some water."
"ella's upset--"
"because she knows you're upset. once you calm down, you can calm her down."
you nodded and let her sit you in a chair and bring you a glass of water. once your hands stopped shaking, you were able to bring ella to your chest and rub her back in the way you knew she liked.
"i'm sorry," you said.
sydney just tilted her head in confusion. "what for?"
"i brought him here, i didn't know he'd act like that--"
"honey, you are not responsible for a grown man's reaction to a stupid jersey." she pulled her chair closer to yours. "so let's just put all of that on the back burner and enjoy the game, okay?"
you nodded and turned your attention back to the rink where the players were warming up. ella yawned and snuggled into your chest when it hit you.
you forgot the pack and play.
"shit."
"honey, i told you it's okay--"
"no," you laughed. "it's just i forgot the pack and play so my boyfriend isn't gonna be the only who's mad at me by the end of tonight."
sydney, despite the implications of your statement, smiled. "she'll live," she said. "mine have definitely missed bedtime before and they're turning out alright. just means tomorrow might be a little difficult."
"thanks, sydney.'
"anytime!"
the two of you turned your attention to the rink where the game was beginning. occasionally, you'd get up and bounce ella around the suite, but for the most part, she was content as long as she was in your arms. by the time the second period was over, the isles were tied with the rangers 1-1.
ella had long since fallen asleep in the carrier with her thumb in her mouth. the tears were long gone by then, both of you having calmed down significantly since the start of the game. though now your heart was racing due to the intensity of the game instead of the screaming of your boyfriend.
despite your anger at him earlier, and the fear you felt before he left, you still found yourself checking your phone periodically for any text or missed call he might've left.
nothing.
you were so focused, you nearly missed mat's one goal of the night but your attention was brought to the game when you heard sydney shout his name.
you smiled as you watched him celebrate his goal, skating around the rink and shouting. you were too high up to see if he smiled the same way he did when he looked at ella, with that same look of pride. maybe you'd come back to another game to see it up close and personal for yourself.
the isles won 2-1.
sydney, ella, and you waited in the suite until the stands had mostly cleared out, then the three of you made your way down to the locker rooms. ella was out like a light, and you couldn't blame her. you were out later than you had been in months.
you and sydney made small talk while you waited for mat and matt. you watched as other players greeted their friends and family, smiling at the hugs and kisses going around.
it wasn't until matt martin came out that the tears started coming back. the way his face lit up at the sight of his wife, the kiss her gave her that was almost too inappropriate for a public place--
you would've given anything to be loved like that.
in the two years you'd dated jason, you couldn't remember him ever looking at you like that, like you were his entire universe.
you cleared your throat and rubbed at your eyes just in time for mat and tito to walk out.
"mama bear!" tito called. he started to jog over but slowed down when he saw ella asleep in the carrier.
mat, however, looked you over. his brows pulled together and his lips turned down in a small frown. it didn't make sense on the face of someone who shot the game winning goal.
but it made sense for an observant friend who noticed the plus one you came with.
"where's jason?" he asked.
"i--"
sydney cut in with a smile on her face as she dragged her husband over. "this is mat's nanny, babe. the one i was telling you about?"
you could've kissed her feet for the change in subject.
"nice to meet you in person, finally. barzy over here talks about you and ella all the time." matt stuck his hand out to shake, ignoring the glares of the other mat.
"well, we gotta get home to the girls," sydney said. "nice to meet you finally. maybe i'll see you at another game, yeah?" you smiled and nodded and watched as the happy couple walked away.
when they were finally out of sight, you turned your attention back to mat and tito, both whom looked a little too good in their suits.
"where's jason?" mat asked for the second time now that you didn't have another person around to interrupt you.
"he left," was all you said.
"he left you here? alone?"
you nodded. "and he took the car seat."
mat nodded and clenched his jaw while tito glanced back and forth between you two. "i'll drive you home. thankfully, he took the bonus car seat and not the one i use."
you mumbled a small thanks and watched dumbly as he scooped the diaper bag off your shoulder and put it on his own. "mat i can carry it just fine--"
"sounds like you've been carrying enough on your own. i got it."
you had no rebuttal, so you followed him and tito out to the garage. tito parted ways when you reached mat's car. he bid you a silent wave and smile as a form of goodbye and headed to his own vehicle.
you didn't speak until mat started the car. not even when the both of you were loading ella carefully into the car seat or putting the diaper bag in the back. you didn't even say anything when he handed you his phone to plug your address in.
it was silent until you mumbled a small "thank you."
"for what?" he asked.
'"for taking me home. for inviting me to the game even when jason..." you trailed off.
"when jason...?" he implored you to go on. you hesitated. "cmon, you've seen me at my worst, scared about this new baby and raising her. you can trust me."
you sighed. "jason kind of lost his mind tonight and made a huge scene. i tried apologizing to sydney but she wouldn't have it. i'm just sorry that we embarrassed you like that."
mat went real quiet for a second. and in the corner of your eye, you saw his fists grip the steering wheel a little tighter. "what did he say?"
"huh?"
"i saw the look on your face when we came out. he said something that upset you. what did he say?"
and how do you say you didn't remember words just feelings? you couldn't remember the insults he hurled your way, but you remembered the sting of his tone and the burn of his spit and the pure rage in his eyes. you could remember shaking like a leaf during fall and the cries of ella muffled by the jersey with her last name on the back and her father's number on the sleeve.
mat called your name. "i don't remember." he didn't look convinced. "i really don't. he said a lot of things but i blocked most of it out," you said thinking that would placate him.
if anything, it made him angrier.
but he didn't say anything, mainly because your apartment was approaching and he didn't have time. mat parked the car out in front of your building and turned his flashers on.
"you need me to walk you up?" he asked.
you shook your head. "you have ella in the back. i'll be fine."
"text me when you get inside."
any other day, you would've argued with him, but you were just glad someone cared enough about your wellbeing to ask, so you nodded and opened the door.
you got into the elevator, hands wringing themselves together. you wondered what you'd tell your roommate natalie, if you'd tell her anything. but considering how much jason liked to make your relationship business natalie's business, she probably already knew and she probably was waiting on the couch ready to chastise you.
the elevator doors opened at your floor. you walked down the hallway towards your front door. you pulled your phone out, ready to text mat when you heard noises coming from inside your apartment.
your first thought was: intruders. but when listening a little harder, it just sounded like moans. you rolled your eyes and carefully and quietly unlocked the door. only to be confronted with clothes strewn about the living area. natalie's shirt, shorts, socks, all leading on a less than ideal trail to her bedroom. you shouldn't be surprised given how active she's been lately. you just never expected it to be this in your face.
you continued into your apartment, two seconds away from texting mat when you saw it.
a rangers jersey.
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sadfury · 3 months
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PAIRING : toxic! rafe x goth! rootledge! reader
CONTEXT : shortly after Ward learned of Rafe's money debts. he threw him out, but John B never moved in with Ward. Lana -scooter’s wife- had agreed to be their legal guardian for him and his sister, y/n. they have not been approached by social services since. At this precise point in the plot, Rafe is hanging out at his family's friends' house, Wheezie has just given him her savings. Rafe promises to pay her back, although Wheezie doesn't believe him.
WARNINGS : spoilers, family traumas, mention of killing. use of cocaine, alcohol. underage drinking.
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𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤
Rafe watches Wheezie ride away on her bike, still holding the six hundred dollars she left for him to get his act together. He keeps thinking about what she had said earlier in the afternoon. Why would Ward take Sarah to the Bahamas? Nothing has any more meaning for him; first, his father abandons him, and now, he is vulgarly replaced by his sister?
Rafe paces around his father's friends' house, unable to reason with himself, to find a scenario where he doesn't lose everything that matters to him. How could Ward cowardly abandon Rafe? It was just a simple mistake. Why abandon it like this?
Rafe grumbles alone in the house. He doesn't hear the gate downstairs opening and closing. A young woman comes forward to climb onto the terrace and join him. She walks towards him, a canvas bag full of junk.
"Hey, what's up? I know I would find you here."
He turns, eyebrows furrowed, looking at her as if he's hallucinating, shocked to find her there. He was just looking to be alone, to be quiet. How did she find it? Has Sarah already told everything?
“What are you doing here?”
“I heard what’s happened, Sarah talks a lot.” She smiled, rolling her eyes.
He tilts his head in shock, looking at her with a perplexed, thoughtful look. He can't really think, on the verge of breaking down. He grimaces before sweeping it away with one hand.
"I'm not in the mood; you should leave. I have some shit to do today."
She raises an eyebrow. Rafe turns around trying to avoid her, she giggles, nonchalantly.
“Like what?”
He turns his head, glaring at her and grimacing.
“It’s none of your fuckin’ business, okay?”
“Don’t act like we’re friends or anything, right? I told you it’s just about sex between us. Don’t act like... you care about me.”
She raises her eyebrows, surprised. He sighs as he looks down, realizing that maybe he's being a little aggressive.
“Cut the bullshit, Rafe. To be honest, I’m the closest thing to a friend for you. You shouldn’t be left alone; I know you’re going to screw everything up.”
She sits calmly on the couch, not feeling threatened by him at all. He's angry, overwhelmed, but above all he needs someone. Rafe looks at her, surprised that she sees so clearly in his mind. He must have spent a lot of time with her for her to know what he was capable of doing without even knowing what exactly had happened. He sighs heavily, running his hands over his head nervously.
“What did she say?” Rafe sighs.
"That Ward caught you stealing, and he threw you out of Tannyhill."
Rafe slowly closes his eyes, annoyed, he sighs as he continues to walk in circles.
"I told him I was sorry; it... it was the first time, and I just lost control, and, you know, he is taking Sarah to the Bahamas?? For businesses! This little bitch just has to breathe, and he always gives her everything."
Y/n takes out her bag, she puts down the cans of beer, the sodas, the chips, all the snacks that Rafe loves to eat when he's high. The latter watches her empty her bag as if she were Mary Poppins. How could she have put so many things in her bag?
“Yeah, life is not fair.” She smiles.
Rafe clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth before running his hands through his hair nervously.
"I feel like... I feel like I have to do something so he can forgive me."
Y/n groans as she sits up, she shakes her head slowly.
“Bullshit!”
He looks at her with an arched eyebrow, glaring at her, convinced that he is right and that she doesn't understand at all what he feels. An expression of contempt spreads across his face.
“Rafe, he’s an asshole!”
“Hey!” Rafe exclaims.
Y/n widens her eyes, shaking her head to let him know that he doesn't have to defend him after what he did. he is too fucking loyal.
"Rafe, he has proof that his son has a drug problem, and he's mad at you for the money? If he really loved you, he'd be worried about your cocaine addiction ."
Rafe observes her for half a second, surprised by this interesting remark. She's not wrong. She is absolutely right. He bites his lip, this new point of view changes the whole situation. She makes a little pout.
"He makes you believe that his love is up for grabs. I can understand that respect is earned, but you don't have to buy his forgiveness because even in this case, he is the only judge of what deserves to be forgiven. You're wasting your time with him."
He plops down on the couch, playing nervously with his fingers as he tries to understand what she's saying. He would like to contradict her, searches all his memories for something that could prove her wrong. But it seems like she knows him well, she knows Ward very well too. Rafe clenches his jaw. Y/n opens a beer to hand it to him, the foam overflows around the can. He gives a brief smile before leaning over to take the beer.
"The truth is that your father is not better than the others, or even better than you. The truth is that it is the best thing that could happen to you. Fathers are disappointing. "
Rafe turns to her, sighing slowly as he realizes she's in a completely different situation. Her father is dead, or as she prefers to say, “disappeared”. A year ago, he left on a boat and we never found him. yet, y/n never talked about her dad. not once. Rafe sits on the couch, sighing.
“You never told me about your dad,” he states.
Y/n shrugs, opening a can of soda.
“Cause if he really cared about us, he would at least say goodbye.”
She takes a sip of soda and shakes her hand in the air as if to get the subject off the table.
"He'll end up regretting it, Rafe. No one can throw their own son out! But you don't have time to wait; you're going to take matters into your own hands, you're going to find a job, you're going to find yourself a new place to live, and when he comes back, you can tell him you don't need him, Rafe, because you're going to get back up. It's just a bad patch."
He frowns, running his hands over his scalp.
“But what about Sarah…”
He stutters, pointing to an imaginary point in the void. Rafe stifles a sigh before sinking into the chair. Y/n doesn't even seem to look at him, she absolutely knows every reaction he can have, and he's just flustered, as long as he's not in a deep rage everything will be fine. Y/n grinds some weed to make a bowl; Rafe's bong still sits next to the couch.
"Sarah is not going to steal your place, Rafe. Never. She doesn't care about your father's affairs, and he will end up realizing it too late. Imagine if he counts on her but she is incapable of knowing what she has do?"
He looks into her eyes, a chuckle escapes his lips. He chuckles, shaking his head, she looks up at him, a smile spreads across her lips.
"Right, you're right... could be funny-"
She carefully cleans the metal tip in which she is about to place the weed. Rafe sighs as he gets up.
“So I don’t do anything?”
She shakes her head.
“Leave your dad to his own shit for a bit. He trained you to be just like him so you could take over from him, so he knows you're his good little robot ready to do as he would. He will bite his fingers.”
He purses his lips, nodding gently; slowly he realizes that she is right. He tilts his head, frowning.
“How do you even saw that?” he asks.
She knows a lot of things? Does she see everything through the prism of their secret meetings? She had been a loyal friend to Sarah throughout her years, although Ward hadn't been as close with John B, he had been very close to y/n, had taken her on vacation with his children, had paid her his school trips, had been a second father to y/n. But y/n had learned much more from being around Rafe.
“It scares me you know me that good.”
She smiles as she lights the bong, her lips rest on the tip, she inhales the smoke, the water bubbles. Her smile grows as she blows the smoke towards Rafe.
“Daddy, you’re like an open book.”
He grimaces before drowning in his beer, not very reassured. He shakes his head, inhaling deeply.
“I thought you were closer with Sarah since…”
“She is with my brother? yeah… no. Not really, they keep hiding me things. They’re never at home, always running away…”
He frowns, tilting his head; she shrugs, handing him the bong. To tell the truth, she hadn't reacted well to the news, especially since they hadn't really bothered to tell her. the day after midsummers, she had seen them kissing. It was only two or three days later that JJ confirmed it to her. but John B and Sarah were never at home, she had learned at the same time that John had broken his wrist because of Topper.
“Just last week, John B came home dripping with mud and they told me they had gone for an urbex… without me?”
She grimaces, shaking her head, a look of disgust on her face. He nods slowly before reaching down to grab the bong.
“Not to talk about their little home invasion…”
Rafe rolls his eyes, she frowns and tilts her head, looking at him without understanding what he's talking about. A flash of incomprehension crosses Rafe’s face.
“What?”
"Barry jumped on me because Sarah and the 'pogues' stole 25k from his house. They came in and stole a lot of money from him. Sarah said it was none of my business."
Y/n stares at him, blinking as she tries to understand what he just said.
“It was… two days ago. Your brother was here when I talked to Sarah.”
“He stole 25k? That’s not…”
Rafe inhales, shrugging, just as shocked as she is. He lights the lighter and gently heats the weed. He wasn't John B's type, and after all, she hadn't recognized him for a few days. He wasn't there anymore, he didn't care what she ate or slept. She hadn't seen him since they did an urbex without her. Maybe John B had stolen 25k from Barry after all.
“I know you weren’t with them on this. I knew you were a good girl.”
She gives a slight smile, her cheeks heat up when she meets Rafe's gaze. He places his lips on the bong and takes a big drag. Her lungs fill with smoke, and she sinks into the seat, trying to understand. Rafe notices that she's not really there anymore. He stands up, sits on the edge of the chair and places a delicate hand on y/n’s thigh.
"Hey, don't worry about this, okay. I bet it's Maybanks. You know he sank Topper's boat? That's what he owes the cops. Don't worry, it doesn't is not your problem."
She nods gently. it's true. This looks more like what Jj could do. She stares into Rafe's eyes and takes a deep breath, taking the bong from his hands.
"Let's get wasted."
He nods with a chuckle, leans over to grab his beer.
"And forget about our shitty lives."
She rolls her eyes, a groan of annoyance escapes her lips. She looks at him, annoyed.
"You don't have a shitty life, stop complaining. You can still do lots of things!"
"He threw me out, there's not much I can do."
She groans, shaking her head gently.
"If I were you, I would call all of his competitors, then I would sell any information that could be useful to them. Steal your father's clients, you know them, they know you. Everyone is having a hard time with the crisis, do well."
She crosses her legs, Rafe stares at her intently, totally shocked by what she just said. It could work. His father has a lot of buyers that he knows well, and he could steal big projects if he worked with competitors. He runs his hands over his lips, quickly thinking about everything that would entail. There would be no going back, but it would be a quick way to cut ties with an abusive father.
"Yeah, but if I do this..."
"Do you really need him to forgive you? He should apologize to you. You're addicted to cocaine; it's not like you stole for a new boat or something. You have problems, and he doesn't care."
He looks at her out of the corner of his eye, completely lost in the middle of all his information. He hadn't seen things from that angle at all. Y/N always brought a new perspective on things. Y/N’s look was always different; she didn't tell him what he wanted to hear, she told him the truth. Y/N was truly the closest friend he could have.
"You're not drinking soda like a pogue in my house.”
she smiles, tilting her head to look at him with amused eyes.
“you’re the one who squat in that house like a pogue”
“You want rum? Whiskey?" he asks.
"Still seventeen, Rafe.”
He chuckles, tilting his head, amused by her honesty even though he's taken her to drink several times. She smiled, shrugging her shoulders.
"Surprise me.”
Rafe walks into the house, and she sinks into the cushions, grabbing her phone. She was curiously worried about this home invasion story. She wrote to her brother asking him where he was, if he was well. She tells him she needs him to answer.
Rafe enters the terrace with two glasses, filled with ice cubes, he holds the bottle under his arm. He walks over and pours Y/N a drink.
"So your new place is... kinda cool.”
He smiled as he looked around.
"If you behave, I'll take you to the hot tub." He smiles.
Her smile grew, and she blushed as she held Rafe's gaze.
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It's just seven o'clock when Rafe emerges, the TV still playing in the silent room. He is dazzled by the light from the television and stands up, rubbing his eyes. Y/N is still lying on his chest, completely naked too. He gives a slight smile before grabbing her arms to lay her down on her pillow. She groans in her sleep while hugging the cushion. Rafe stands up, grabs a bottle of water before looking for the remote to turn off the TV. But his eyes fall on the headlines of the local television news, his heart skips a beat.
“W. Cameron indicted for murder of John Rootledge”
He stands there for a few seconds. The journalists show Ward's arrival at the police station; he was arrested last night as he was going to take a private plane. He allegedly tried to steal more than $400 million in gold bars. Rafe was on his ass, completely shocked. He runs a hand over Y/N’s hip, unable to take this alone. He shakes her gently.
"Y/N, Y/N, wake up."
She turns around, groaning, looks at him out of the corner of her eye. She realizes that he is staring at the television, his gaze blank.
"My dad killed yours"
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Human Illustrator Wally x Reader (part 5)
Circle time! Yippee!
TW: Mentions of Hallucinations
🐻 You can't help but grin as you watch Mr. Darling sitting with all of the children, talking about the most random of things. From bears to apples, the conversation flings itself from topic to topic. When Mr. Darling starts to take out random items he has brought for the children to play with, it almost feels like watching Mary Poppins. His little bag of items seems to fit an endless amount of luggage.
🐻 He looks around, being sure to make sure everyone understands what he says. He is careful to assure every child's needs are met. It might've taken a lot of planning to get him here, but it was all worth it. The kids are happy and feel cared for. You are happy to have finally found someone else with a passion for making every child feel appreciated. Mr. Darling seems happy to make others feel happy.
🐻You watch as he talks to Amelia, one of the numerous children circled around him, before he lets her touch his hair. You chuckle at her shocked reaction, hearing her say something along the lines of "It's like a shell!", with Mr. Darling saying "It's from the stuff I use to style it. I need my hair to look the absolute most!"
🐻 You turn your attention away for a moment, noticing that one of the kids is sitting alone at the table, simply watching the others. It's James, the kid that you were talking to Howdy about the other day. As in, the one who had the head injury. You sit next to him, smiling "Is there something you need?"
🐻 James looks up to you, before whispering "I... I want to talk to Wally... but I feel like he'll think I'm weird. Umm... I am also worried for him. The scary monster is behind him." You smile, nodding. "The scary monster won't hurt Mr. Darling. How about I go ask him if you can talk to him outside, in the play area? That way, he will be away from the scary monster, and you get to talk with him. I am sure he won't think of you as weird." "Only if you go with." "Alright. I'll go ask him now."
🐻 You stand up, grinning as you approach the group of children. "Mr. Darling? Can you come over here for a moment?" "Sure thing! Just a moment!" He picks up Amelia, who giggles and waves her arms, then stands up. The kids watch as he leaves, only for him to turn around and say "Oh! Just in case I take long, you can go through my bag. I didn't bring anything important. It's just stuff I brought for you all to play with. Be sure to share, though!" Needless to say, the kids swarmed to his bag like birds to breadcrumbs.
🐻 He turns back around, walking over to you as he asks "What is it? Do you need something?" You nod, bringing him over to James. "Yep! Mr. Darling, this is James. He wants to talk to you, but feels a bit anxious to do so. We both were wondering if it would be alright if the three of us went to the play area out back to talk privately." He grins, clasping his hands together as he says "Of course! That will be no problem at all! Just lead the way, (Y/N)!"
🐻 The three of you all walk to the play area in the backyard of the daycare, James looking behind you all from time to time. The play area is small, with a little playhouse, a sandbox, and a swing set connected to a slide. Once outside, Mr. Darling crouches down to his height, shaking his hand. "It is a pleasure to meet you, James! Is there anything in particular you wanted to talk about?" James nods.
🐻"Yeah... umm... I was wondering, do you umm... Are you like me? I mean... I am a bit nervous to ask." James looks down, fiddling with the hem of his sweater. Mr. Darling smiles, tilting his head. "It is alright. Take your time. How about this? I'll ask you some questions to ease you into your own! Did anything particular make you curious if I have anything in common with you?" James nods "Yeah. I saw how you and Aubrey related in being autistic. As well as how you and a few of the others talked about loving art."
🐻 James looks around, which Mr. Darling seems to notice. He begins to look around, too. He then smiles, as if catching on. "Okay, I'll ask another question, since you don't seem to be ready, yet. Do you like to draw?" James, once again, nods. This time, it is much more enthusiastic. He reaches into the pocket of his shorts, pulling out a tiny notepad. "Yeah! Let me show you some! It isn't anything close to what you can do, but I hope to get that good someday!" James shows the notepad to him, revealing drawings of cute bears, rainbow swirls, and dark monsters. Mr. Darling nods, staring at the images as he says "This is amazing work! Believe it or not, but when I was your age, I had this exact amount of skill. I believe you and I have more in common than you think."
🐻 James' eyes gleam, before he then looks down to his feet. "Hey, Wally...? Umm... do you see the odd things others don't? Or hear things others don't?"
🐻 You watch them both closely. Mr. Darling seems to think over his answer, before finally coming up with one. "Yes, I do. I mostly hear odd things, but I do see them, sometimes. Is that what you wanted to ask about?" James looks up to him, nodding. "Yeah... can I... can I ask some more?" "Of course. Anything you want." "Do you see the shadow man? The mean guy that says mean things? I believe he is quite mean. Have you met him?"
🐻 To your shock, Mr. Darling's smile falters for a brief second. It returns as soon as it left, however, before he hands James his notepad. "I don't see the shadow man very often. I do, however, have a pesky neighbor of my own. Do you want to know who it is?" James hesitates, before responding "Yeah. I feel like it might help you to talk about that mean neighbor."
🐻 Mr. Darling leans in, speaking very quietly to James. You still hear what he says, though, you are not sure if you were meant to. "The walls of my very own home say mean things to me, sometimes."
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