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winterspiderpurrs · 4 months
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Um you asked for prompts and I was thinking if you could pretty please write Pepper breaking up with Tony, and well although it was hard he moved on and after a while he started dating Peter feeling loved, and maybe altough Pepper was the one that ended the relationship she wasn't able to move even though she tried. She tried to find a way to get back with Tony thinking maybe Peter was just a phase and a notch in Tony's belt, but she was very wrong, and now has to carry with her mistake. Thank you, and I hope you have a good time on your time off ❤️❤️
It's been a year and half since Pepper gave Tony back the engagement ring. The last near death heroic save the day experience was a bit much. The last straw as she told Tony.
She packed up her bags and moved out to work from California. She was leaving Tony, not the company.
After a year, Tony and Pepper were back as friends. Tony even came out to California to show Peter the office there.
He told Pepper that Peter had never seen a true beach. It was a short visit, but it brought back memories. And she started to really miss Tony.
But a month later, when she called Tony; wanted to tell him she was thinking of coming back to New York. Friday answered and said that Tony was busy but if it was an emergency she would patch her through.
" Lab time isn't a reason to close people out. Patch me through"
" I'm sorry Ms. Potts but Boss is not in the lab. He is out on a date."
That caused Pepper to pause. Friday wouldn't have divulged that unless she was making a point. Tony was off limits to her now.
Then a few weeks go by and she tells Tony during one of there weekly business calls that she plans on making a trip out to New York. Probably will stay a few months, maybe more. Tony was fine with it, tells her he will set up a floor in the tower with her.
She wasn't expecting to have a floor so much lower then what she expected. There were more then 15 floors between the lab and closer to 20 between Tony's private quarters.
After a few weeks, Pepper finally finds out who Tony is dating.
" This meeting is important Tony! Even if you only stop in for 20 minutes."
" I'm going to be upstate with my boo. I could video in. Maybe. But depending on how busy I am" Tony wiggles his eyebrows and has a big smile on his face. "But then again Peter might take away lab time again if I put off my duties..."
Pepper rolls her eyes. " Whatever Peter has to get you to do your job. Then you can go run off with your boo. "
" Well seeing them as one and the same thats easier said then done"
"What?"
Tony pauses and spins around in his chair that was at his work station. He watches Pepper for a moment, head tilted, before his eyes widen and he snaps his fingers.
" Ah... you don't know. I'm dating Peter..."
" Teenaged Spiderman??"
"Hold on now! He is 21 now and its only been for the last 6 months. I thought I told you?"
Pepper rolled her eyes. " You said you were dating a pretty young thing. Not your one-time fake intern hero worshiping Spiderman little genius this could cause such a scandal Tony!"
" No scandal! Everything by the books. We are fine Pep"
Shaking her head, she sighed, " If you say so, Tony, but at least warn me so I can run P.R. when you are done"
Tony didn't talk to her for a week after that. But Pepper knows Tony. He indulges too much. He will either get bored with Peter once the novelty runs out, or Peter will break it off when he gets jealous of how much Pepper knows Tony.
Pepper easily slotted herself back into Tony's life. Everything was pretty much the same. The only thing is she just wasn't physical with him like before and that she wasn't going to bed with him. But they acted the same.
She had a secret weapon, though, her red suit. Custom designed by Tony, his favorite hot rod red color, Tony could NEVER resist her in his suit he made. At around midnight, she walked down to the lab, and she frowned when the door wouldn't open.
" Friday, I need to speak to Tony"
" I apologize Ms. Potts but Boss is unavailable"
" Its important Friday, just open the door."
" Let me clarify. Boss isn't in the lab. Peter has already carried Tony off to bed. Tonight was date night and Tony is required to sleep a minimum of 6 hours. "
Pepper blinks and stares. She has never been able to get Tony out of the lab. Ever. The most she ever got was sweeping in, they leave to make love, and then Tony would leave her to come back. Only two hours of sleep if they shared a bed from Tony, if that.
Tony has never given up lab time. For anyone. But for Peter it seems.
It dawns on her. She has seen Peter hand things to Tony. Peter putting a reassuring hand on Tony. Peter brings food to Tony to make sure he eats. Peter is working alongside Tony in the lab. Tony appears more relaxed. He seems less stressed and happy.
The familiar ache starts in her chest.
She has missed her chance.
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swans dancing by the tides | nikolai lantsov
you were supposed to be royal acquaintances, helping each other learn other nations better, but maybe you ended up just being kids who didn’t care for each other at all, at first...
au where none of the darkling stuff happened. grisha may still exist but are not important to this story. this is kind of a mix between book and show nikolai, so just bear with me. 
note: sorry the request took so long to write, but i’ll be honest, i don’t typically write fics, i recommend them. so here is my first ever published writing on tumblr! i ended up taking some liberties with the storyline, but i was inspired by the request because it reminded me so much of the swan princess. so i hope you enjoy!
tw: talks of violence and death
wc: 4.8k
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Age 21
Nikolai Lantsov really should have seen it coming. 
For wasn’t it the classic trope of pulling a girl’s ponytail on the playground to get her to chase you? To get her attention, only on you? Playing small tricks to see you. 
At 21, you seemed to be as beautiful as ever. Not that you were never beautiful, but you had finally found a place in court, settled into your personality. Your kindness and stubbornness oppose each other wonderfully. Being social enough to appease your father, but sipping your drink in different corners for most of the night. You had settled into yourself, and Nikolai hated that he let you get away. 
Age 5
Nikolai was too young to know that he met his future love when he was young. All he remembers from that summer was loving the sea, tasting the salt on his tongue, and wanting to order the crew to just keep sailing, and keep his young dreams true. Little kids don’t remember first glances, side-eyes, and names. Just the moments he spent on the Wandering Isle happily rolling around in a war-free zone with a young girl. Y/h/c hair blowing in the breeze. And your laugh, that is one thing Nikolai can never get out of his mind, memorized it that summer. Oh, how it would be the most annoying sound for years to come. 
Age 11
You had never understood why your father needed to show you the different countries around the True Sea. Sure you loved being out on the ocean (even though the thought of drowning terrified you); you recognized that it brought you closer to your dead mother, and realized that your father felt the same. But you would have been perfectly content still in your little country house during the summer months away from the castle on the Wandering Isle. The coastal home that you yearned for was now sitting in dust, sailing to leave it behind to spend two months in some stuffy castle with people you don’t know, just to keep royal alliances tight. 
You supposed you remembered the young, blond-haired prince from once upon a time. At least you were supposed to remember, but something needed to be more familiar about the royal. Except maybe his eyes, you could briefly remember the coloring clashing against green hills and blue skies. They had shown a golden brown that day. You spoke no words, only polite greetings when getting off the carriage. You didn’t want to be here, you wanted to be back home, or at least out on the sea. You were primarily shy to your hosts, wanting to slink away to the guest room for a little bit before exploring, hoping to find the library you’ve heard so much about, then in turn, a good reading spot, away from any prying eyes. 
As it turned out, the library was right down the hall from your room. So, your wish had come true, sneaking off to the library every night was going to be a piece of cake. Settling down in a chair near a light in there, you eventually heard two voices after a while of reading. 
“You sure we should be doing this?”
“Come on! She’s here for a little while, she should know what she’s getting into just by being here.” 
You peeked around the big wooden door to see two heads of short-cut hair outside a bedroom door. Your bedroom door. It was too dimly lit for you to see what they were doing properly, but you would rather not find out later. 
“Would you mind telling me why I happen to be getting myself into something?” you said at the two boys. 
They froze before turning around. One happened to be your gracious host, Prince Nikolai, the other was unfamiliar. “Well, we just thought that we should be the ones to initiate you into Ravkan customs, seeing as you’ll be here for a while,” the blond said. 
“Ravkan customs? That happens at 1:00 in the morning?”
“Sure.”
“Sure?”
“Yep.” 
“Well, seeing as I’m not even in my room and caught you two, you could just tell me so I’m not surprised when I wake up.”
“Oh no. You’re going to want to experience this one. It’s only for royalty so we must continue,” Nikolai decided to up the ante, he needed to prank her now so he wasn’t forced to hang out with her for two months. He already has to deal with Vasily, he didn’t need another snitch, and this one will shut her right up. 
“Well, I guess that’s okay, could I please get to my bed though? And please don’t make too much noise. This is an adjoining room with my father’s.” 
“Of course! Goodnight, princess.” 
And of course, getting glue all over your face in the morning was just the first prank of many. All summer you tolerated Nikolai and Dominik’s pranks, never being able to quite outsmart them. Those mischievous eyes would haunt you for the year. Until you would see them every summer. 
Age 15
Nikolai had been waiting to be out on the sea. Everything back at the Grand Palace was shit and he needed to get away. Even if that meant sailing to where you were. You had been in Ravka every summer now, for around two months each time. The first two were spent trying to get along with Nikolai and Dominik, yearning for any kind of friendship. Then, for the last two years, you had gone on ignoring them. Rather, you spent time walking around gardens, trying to help out the less privileged in Os Alta, and reading. Most of the time when Nikolai saw you last year, your head was stuck in a book. He was not looking forward to just being ignored by you, in a foreign place no less. 
When he got to the Wandering Isle, he did not expect to be greeted by you. Undoubtedly the king at the very least, but no, it was just you. 
“y/n?” Nikolai said. “What? No royal greeting and red carpet to greet me?” 
“Let’s just get this over with,” y/n stated, walking briskly toward the carriage. Nikolai frowned, did you really not care for him in the slightest? 
You pointed out different landmarks and special shops from the window, giving waves to those who caught that their princess was in the vehicle. Once you got to the palace, you left some maids to show him to his rooms. And that was the most he heard from you for a lot of the trip. Of course, you made polite conversation at breakfast and dinner when he saw you and your father, but that was all. He would take trips to the coast alone, exploring the island. Though he knew you weren’t necessarily a friend, he was hoping to at least spend time with you. Not just going out to the ocean alone, or chatting to the king about royal policies and whatnot. 
Eventually, he found your secret hiding place on a beach close to the castle with only two weeks left in his trip. You were so immersed in reading, that you didn’t notice him walking up. Nikolai took some time to observe you a little. He hadn’t taken note of how much you had grown, seeming to look less like the little girl that he would prank, and more like… 
Well more like something.
“What the hell are you doing here?” y/n had finally noticed the crown prince standing. 
“Didn’t know princesses were capable of that language.”
Y/n signed, “Look. I’ve left you to your own devices all summer, could you please leave me alone to mine? I’ve stayed out of your way so I wouldn’t bother you, and you wouldn’t bother m-”
“Wait. You think you bother me?”
“Isn’t that why you and Dominik used to prank me all the time?”
“Well… a bit, but no! Of course not! You were just an easy target and I was more immature back then.”
“Wow, Nikolai.” He took note of the way she said his name, for the first time ever if he recalled correctly. “An easy target. Okay, well then. Let’s just call this a bit of a truce and you can leave me here to read to make up for it.” Y/n turned back to her book, seemingly done with him. 
“Don’t you want to get to know each other better? Can’t you see where this is leading?” Nikolai was a little exasperated at this point. He had never really liked her, but something was going to happen between them, forced together or not, he would like to know something about the y/h/c girl. Besides, his name sounded nice rolling off her tongue…
“I try not to overthink about that.” She was speechless for a time, trying to come up with an excuse to continue to ignore one another. She finally said, “There are plenty of royal couples you don’t speak to each other while together. I’m sure you and I could manage that.”
Nikolai rolled his eyes, he suddenly remembered why he disliked her so much, those eyes transfixed on him. He bowed to her, “If that is what you wish, your highness,” and strolled off back to the palace to find something to slash with a blade. 
But he came back the next day, to find her sitting in the same spot, reading a different book this time. 
“Wh-”
“Ah, ah, ah. I am here to read by the beach and enjoy the sound of the waves crashing against the shore.” Y/n looked at him aghast. She tried to protest him again, but he just shushed her. Actually shushed her! Y/n didn’t want to deal with the pain an argument would cause, so she just read. 
This carried on for a few days, Nikolai coming and sitting with y/n to read in the afternoon until they would both have to attend dinner with the king. On day five of their reading escapades, y/n asked what he was reading, having never seen that book before. 
“Well, it’s a tale of danger and romance and handsome men like me.”
Y/n couldn’t help but let out a little giggle before asking, “Where did you even find that?” 
“I asked the bookkeeper down in town about the books you liked.” 
She looked at him a bit funny, wondering how he would ever think to go about that; reading a book just for attention must be the poly at foot. But it worked because she suddenly recognized the title and knew it had been one of her favorites. 
They talked through dinner that night about the novel, giving her over-protective father a bit of a fright, but easing his worry when he noticed his daughter had come back with Prince Nikolai. This kept going for the remainder of Nikolai’s stay, reading and talking, eventually more than just books were talked about. He now knows your favorite foods, novels, places, and more. 
Like how he arrived, you were the only one to escort him back to his ship. This time, you took your time walking through the village. Just chatting occasionally, but you both mostly just enjoyed the comfortable silence, trying to soak up each other's presence. 
“You know I still hate you right?” Y/n finally spoke as they reached the docks. 
“Of course princess, I wouldn’t expect anything else,” Nikolai said with a sly smile. 
“But you promise to write though?” Looking back, that’s when Nikolai knew he was done for. Y/n looked at him with her beautiful eyes, reflecting a bit of the sea in the orbs. “About books that you’ve read that you recommend for me okay.” 
More sincerely, less with that teasing voice of his, “Yes. Of course princess.” 
Age 17
Y/n was too stubborn to say that she was excited to see Nikolai again. Because she didn’t even really like him. Right? 
You had kept writing letters back and forth for the better part of more than a year. You hadn’t gotten any back recently, so you were excited to see him. Maybe? 
To be fair, mostly you were going to make sure he was okay after doing his military service. You knew he had lost Dominik during that time, and you just wanted to hug him. Strangely enough? A hug? You must be losing your mind, but you couldn’t help your breathing from stuttering when you saw the cost of Ravka. 
You were supposed to wait for a ride from the Prince himself in Os Kervo, but he didn’t show. You had been waiting in a cafe for hours, not far from the docks when it finally reached nightfall. You and your guards had to book lodgings for the night, you would worry about Nikolai tomorrow. 
Well, he ended up never coming and word from the Grand Palace just said that he was out, seemingly not knowing where their own son was. As you turned back to go home, you sent out wishes of good health and safety to wherever Nikolai was. 
Age 18
Nikolai had found peace at sea. Finally finding himself in waves of blue and green, chasing adventure. 
He found where he belonged. A bastard prince at sea, not in a land where he felt unwelcome. 
When his face was changed by Tolya the first time, he let himself forget the ‘prince life’ for a little while. Helping fight the dangerous and untamed pirates on a ship of his own. He loved the feeling of salt on his tongue and a swaying ship beneath his boots. Never once trying to think about how the ocean would reflect in your eyes. 
Age 21
You could finally see why your father sailed with you when you were young. Though it helped to meet other dignitaries and make sure people still knew that the Wandering Isle was still a power in this world surrounding the sea. And of course, he told everyone his daughter wanted to see the world, setting out into the blue for the sake of you. 
Now, you could see that he just wanted to get away. Yes, spend time with you. But there was something about being on a boat, away from the responsibility and regulations of being a ruler of a country.
Especially when you were doing it all alone. 
You took the longest breath you’ve been allowed since your father died. Let yourself take a moment just for you, opening your mind. The wind and fresh air brought a smile to your face. Though, you were sailing towards a place you were dreading. 
You were back in the Grand Place for the first time in years, though it felt lifetimes away from you. Queen Y/n was invited this time as an official guest, part of an assembly at the palace for who knows what. 
You didn’t like thinking about Ravka. You had sent a few letters to Nikolai after you had gone back to the Wandering Isle at the age of 18, but when he didn’t reply to the last three, you never bothered sending a fourth. You had kept busy though, both on purpose and not. Your father’s death had been a bit of a shock last year and you were thrust into the role of leading a nation.
But you tried your hardest to handle it with grace. Most things had gone well, you had kept your country steady while making hard decisions and balancing all the misogyny with being a queen ruling alone. The only side-effect had been a few panic attacks here and there, but otherwise, you were okay. Doing really well in fact, at least that's what you told everyone at the gathering.
Your gown was modest and blue with some cream-colored accents; not trying to attract any unwanted attention but still trying to represent your country. You mostly kept to yourself throughout the festivities with a drink in your hand. You quickly assessed that this was mostly a social event, a secret meeting between royals and diplomats, you still weren’t quite sure why you had even been invited. 
That was until you caught a pair of hazel eyes that haunt you when you think about the seaside reading spot, grassy hills, and curving letters. 
Nikolai stared at you for what felt like minutes, though it was a quick few seconds till you dashed out of the room. The Prince tried to follow but was swept up by others. 
You couldn’t quite believe that he was back. Alive and well from the looks of it. And of course, at that moment you remembered what day it was, his 22nd birthday. 
In all of the chaos of leading a country, you forgot that it had been fast approaching. When you received the invite for the party, you listened to one of your advisors when they said that it would be good for you to make connections. So you left. Mainly you just needed to be out on the ocean once again, feeling your mother’s voice whisper to you in the winds off the waves. 
Now, as you stood outside the Grand Palace, you were begging your body not to break down. It was all too much between the travel, social interaction, and seeing Nikolai for the first time in six years. With the ringing in your ears and your breathing not being able to go back to a regular pace, you never heard his boots coming up right behind you. 
“Y/n?” Nikolai called as he saw you standing in the middle of the courtyard. “Look, I’m sorry I wa- are you alright?”
You could briefly hear someone in the background, and as you prayed that it wasn’t him, you started to hyperventilate even faster. 
Nikolai rushed over to you the minute he heard your breathing pick up again. This time standing in front of you he asked, “Y/n, darling, are you okay?” 
Your vision was starting to go spotty, and you could briefly hear the person in front of you ask if you were okay, so you shook your head. 
“Okay, okay. It’s alright sweetheart. It’s gonna be okay,” Nikolai wrapped his arms around your shaking frame. 
When he hugged you, you initially started to cry harder, you couldn’t deal with him. But the longer he just held you outside in the cool air of Os Alta at night, the more you felt a sense of peace. You must have stayed in his hold for 20 minutes while he was rocking you back and forth and whispering phrases of comfort, “Listen to my heartbeat, you’re okay. You’re just outside the palace with me. Everything is alright.”
When everything had finally calmed down, only did he let you off his chest, still keeping his arms partly wrapped around you, “Darling, are you doing alright?” 
You didn’t know when he had started to refer to you as darling (you might have recalled it from a few of his letters), but that made you catch up with reality as you took a breath, “Alright? That’s all you have to ask me right now!” You pushed away from him, “I don’t see you for six years and that’s how you speak to me! I’m not your darling right now Nikolai!”
“Alright, alright.”
“If you say alright one more time…”
“Okay. Look. I’m sorry, a lot of shit has happen-”
“You’ve had a lot of shit happen. God Nik, I forgot how self-centered you can be. You make me want to slap you.”
“Then go ahead! I know I deserve it Y/n. I know. I do. But I just needed to invite you here. See if you would show.”
“Why? Why did you call for me now? You haven’t bothered in the past few years.”
“Because I miss you, okay! I miss you. I miss your writing and our talks about literature. I miss seeing your face and hearing your laughter. I miss your stubborn ass. Your beautiful and shy mind… but mostly I just needed to see your eyes. The eyes that hold the night sky for me. The eyes that I see when I look out onto the ocean. The ones I wished I hadn’t let get so far away.” He reached for you, cupping your face in his hands, rubbing his thumbs along your cheeks to wipe away tears, even if it was the only time he ever got to do so. Then he spoke words that you were afraid of hearing, “Stay. Please, let me make it up to you. Please just stay.”
You finally looked into his captivating, mischievous hazel eyes, yearning to give the answer he craved, the answer you wanted to say at the tip of your tongue.
But sadly, something else fell off your lips, “I can’t Nik,” you sobbed and his face fell, eyes losing hope. “I have a kingdom to rule now. I can’t just stay in Ravka and leave everyone behind. I was supposed to be making alliances tonight, I thought this was just a networking thing. I forgot it was your birthday,” he smiled a bit at that, he supposed it was warranted. “God I wish I could,” your lips trembled as you said the last part, “but I have to leave you here. I need to go home.” 
Nikolai took a stuttering breath, knowing he couldn’t change your mind, his stubborn girl. “Well then, is it too much to ask for just tonight then?”
You smiled a little, “And ditch your own party, Nikolai? I could never ask that.”
“I’m not asking, I’m offering” 
The smile that he spent so long dreaming of finally broke across your face, “Okay then, my prince, what shall we do for the night?”
“I can think of a few things.” You gave an eye roll at that. 
Nikolai and Y/n had spent the whole night raiding the kitchen and building a fort in his bedroom, talking the night away, sharing grief and sorrows as well as joyous moments. She ended up falling asleep on his shoulder at some point, and him not long after. 
Awaking in the morning was torture, meaning their night had come to a close. They could no longer just be friends under a blanket fort, instead a queen going back to her nation and a prince returning to duty for the first time in years. They didn’t talk much that morning, as he saw her off to her ship. Y/n couldn’t bear to hug him, for she might never let go. So Nikolai did the most charming thing he could muster without breaking down. “Till we meet again, princess,” lifting and kissing the back of her hand as he bowed a little. The gesture made her giggle and tears to well up yet again. 
He would keep that sound locked away for as long as he could. 
“I’m a queen now Nik, come on.” 
“I know. But I thought if I annoyed you a little before you left, you wouldn’t miss me as much,” mustering his best smile at the moment for her. 
He almost didn’t hear the next word y/n mumbled, but he would be forever grateful that he could, “Impossible.”
“Goodbye Nikolai.”
“Goodbye, my darling.” 
Age 23
Nikolai had kept busy with royal duties this time, instead of sailing away his grief and trauma. He knew the ocean made him think of her and he couldn’t have that, not when he was trying to prepare to rule a country.
His father had taken ill and wasn’t looking any better in weeks since it started. And Vasily was… well Vasily, in no shape to rule Ravka. 
So Nikolai was trying his best. Key word trying. 
The days were getting so long until a butler walked into his study one day, “Can you not see I’m busy with stuff right now.”
“Yes. I know sir. But you had informed me to alert you in any news or business related to the kingdom of the Wandering Isle.”
“Yes?” Nikolai suddenly sounded more hopeful.
“Well, one of the maids was cleaning and found this stash of unopened letters from what would be the future Queen Y/n Y/l/n. I thought this might be of interest.”
“Leave.”
“I beg your pardon, your highness?”
“Leave the letters and get out. Please,” He knew he was being rude, but he couldn’t possibly care at the moment. 
“Sorry,” he mumbled as the servant walked out. Nikolai had stood from his desk, looking at the bundle of letters. He heard the door shut as he looked upon the familiar hand script scrawled across the front, reading his name. There were at least eight letters that you had sent to the palace while he was off being Sturmhond. He sat in a chair by the fireplace to settle down as read words from the person he missed the most, whose eyes he yearned to see.
Y/n was so present in the letters, your tone and stubbornness coming out in each line. But they got a little sadder as he read through them; you were wondering why he hadn’t replied in a while. Concern spread out in your words, just hoping that he was okay. His emotions were thin as he picked up the last letter, scared of how it would make him feel. But he had to push through, he needed to feel a bit guilty about how he left you alone. 
Nikolai,
I think this is going to be my last letter. You haven’t written back in almost a year. 
I wrote a letter to your parents, again, recently. They don’t know where you are either, and I know they're worried. So, if this ever reaches you Nik, please let them know you’re okay. And selfishly, I need to know that you're doing alright too. Just a simple note or a sign, I just need to know that you are okay.
Please.
I just. I need you right now Nik. I need your words. It’s just so much right now. I know I haven’t mentioned this in my past letters because I didn’t want to worry you, but my dad passed away. I haven’t really had time to process it and now I have to run a country all by myself. I could just really use some classic words of wisdom from you, some comfort if you could spare that. 
But mostly I just need you. Your eyes and golden hair. Your stupid jokes and even more stupid pranks (they truly are the worst love). I need your hugs and your musky scent around me. When I’m too overwhelmed, I try to think of your eyes. The hazel color brings a lot of comfort, they make me think of summers with my father and you. 
I reread your letters a lot, I don’t know if you read mine at all. We’ve sent each other over 50 letters each over the years, did you know that? I read one every night to keep good dreams in my mind before I drift off. Do you do the same? I guess I might never know. 
As I said before, this is my last letter, I have other things to focus on and I can’t think about you too much right now. I just can’t. I hope you understand. And I hope you’re okay. 
I miss you. I could use your charm and humor right now. But you’re probably off doing important, yet adventurous things. The ones you always read about. 
I wish for you to one day find what you’re searching for Nik. 
Love, Y/n
God, he couldn’t keep the tears in no matter how much he tried. He truly did not deserve her. 
But if there was one thing that this letter confirmed is that they’ll always need each other, that she loves him the same as he loves her.
And he was for sure not going to let her go again, as he got ready in boots and an all too familiar privateer coat. 
©mixedficrecs 2023
thx for reading <3
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AITA (M, 20) for not supporting my best friend and roommate's (M, 21) new relationship?
-> Day 3: Fake Dating. I know that robin is a lesbian okay
I and my best friend have known each other since forever. Our relationship had a bit of a rocky start (he used to bully me, then he started dating this girl (20, F), then I punched him in the face, me and his girlfriend started getting closer and we ended up kinda cheating while on a roadtrip together (though their relationship was already falling apart anyway), she broke up with him and we got together, the three of us spent lots of time together because we had no one else, and a whole bunch of more stuff. But we worked through it.)
We both were raised in a small conservative town - which, as two bi people, was not exactly fun. He didn't even know that you could like more than one gender, and I denied this part of myself for the longest time due to being in a m/f relationship.
My (or I guess our?) ex is super smart and got into a great university far away. The plan had been for me to go with her, but I was rejected and also didn't want to live so far away from my siblings (M, 16 & F, 15). So me, my best friend, and his other best friend (F, 19) moved in together to go to another uni. Well my best friend started dating his other best friend. Like, they already used to be extremely close, but now they are touching ALL THE TIME. And she keeps whispering stuff into his ear. And they only have eyes for each other. And are all giggly the whole time. And I feel...bad. I really though I was over the internalized biphobia. Just because he is in a m/f relationship doesn't mean he is any less queer or betraying me or anything. And now I feel doubly bad because even though I know that, it doesn't stop me from feeling this way. It is just a really fucking bad situation overall. Can anyone please help me?
nosyb!tch
Can you please elaborate on the whole ex-girlfriend thing?? Wtf??!?!
photojraphy
I don't think that that particular aspect is needed to better understand my current situation. Although I must commend you for your rather accurate username.
ifyoureadthisyouareGAY
Hey. Not to be that guy. But like....did you ever consider that maybe there is another reason why you may be upset about your bf being in a relationship?
photojraphy
No.
thebestlesbean
omg u/greathairington u/greathairington u/greathairington I TOLD YOU IT WOULD FUCKING WORK GAY FANFICTION HAS NEVER LET ME DOWN
greathairington
what the fuck jon robin is literally a lesbian?!?!?!
photojraphy
what.
UPDATE: My best friend (now boyfriend!!) (M, 21) and HIS best friend (F, 19) were faking a relatonship. As it turns out, he had been into me the whole time and was by now desperate enough to agree when she had the grandiose idea to pretend to be together in order to make me jealous. This is the reason I never caught them kissing: she is a lesbian. I can't believe I didn't know that. I can't believe it actually worked. I can't believe that me punching him in the face was his bi awakening. At least this whole thing had a happy ending. I will now bury myself into a hole.
thebestlesbean
Don't let that mf fool you they are literally so disgusting rn
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Uff.....
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jjkeverlast · 1 year
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Congrats on your milestone!
Could I please have Jimin with:
#21 from the fluff prompt list…”our kids are gonna be mwah*!” And
#100 from the smut prompt list….”you’re still horny? Didn’t I fuck you hard enough last night?”
foolish fools | pjm
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-> pairing fwb!jimin x reader
-> genre humor
-> summary being friends with benefits with park jimin meant a lot of things... one was jokes, awful ones to say the least.
-> word count 701
-> warnings mentions of sex, jokes being cringy and make out sesh ;)
-> author's note thank you for sending in this request!! hope u enjoy some jimin <33 as always, prompts are marked in bold and i don't have taglists for requests, thank you! :)
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It was barely five in the morning when you woke up with a sore throat. It might’ve been from having Jimin’s dick down your throat most of the night, regardless you still found strength to get up and make some tea, Jimin still sound asleep in your bed. 
If Jimin were to be awake this moment he’d make a snarky comment regarding your sore throat caused by the three blowjobs you’ve managed to give him while he’s been at your place. What else were you supposed to do while together? That’s not what worked for you, although sex was a different case. You had great sex. Too great to give up, so here you are six months later, still tangled up in the sheets with Park Jimin who you really thought only would be a few rounds. 
Maybe it was because of your old kettle or your constant yawning, but you somehow managed to wake up Jimin. When he notices you leaning against the counter and waiting for the water to finish boiling he questions your reasons for being awake so early in the morning. 
“I woke up with a sore throat…” You cringe, preparing yourself for Jimin’s comment but to your surprise, it never shows. 
Instead, he walks over to you, embracing you into his arms, nuzzling his chin on your head. “Sorry if I was being too rough last night.” 
“What? Of course not. I love going down on you, don’t blame yourself.” You smile, the kettle giving sign it’s done and you move around, pouring yourself some tea, asking Jimin in the process if he’d love some as well. He hums behind you, signaling he’d want a cup as well. 
Sitting on the kitchen counter, both of you, barely dressed and holding a cup of tea was oddly comforting. You’d never done something likely with Jimin before, it seemed so… domestic. The silence overfills the dark kitchen, the blinders covering the morning sunrise which is slowly appearing behind them. 
‘’Is the tea helping?’’ You turn, Jimin’s expression soothed out and less tired from earlier, where his eyes could barely hold themselves open, due to them being puffy. 
‘’Yeah, a bit.’’ You continue to carefully sip on the tea, your palms accepting the warmth that seeps through the cup. 
You find it kind of ridiculous how couple-y you and Jimin are right now. Jokes were easy to tell between the two of you, which is why you easily can pull this. 
‘’Us being in this position— I’m sorry I just can’t help but think of how domestic we’re being right now. I mean could you imagine? Us? A couple, doing all sorts of couple-y things, owning a dog, doing groceries…’’ You snort as you end the joke, to truly prove you’re joking with your statement about being remotely serious with Jimin. 
‘’Yeah, and our kids are gonna be *mwah*!’’ He uses the tip of his fingers to send off a kiss directed to you, but the word ‘our’ and ‘kids’ makes you choke on your tea. Jimin always had a tendency to drive the jokes a bit too far edge, and there was only one way to stop this joke from turning into pure horror. 
‘’Shut up.’’ 
You set your cup down, pulling Jimin by the nape of his neck and connecting your lips with his. They feel warm, probably from the tea, and a hint of the strawberry taste which you both just drank. Jimin was quick to reciprocate your impulsive kiss on the kitchen counter, but he only pulled you closer, enjoying the warmth of your body against his. 
Your grip tightens around him, as your warm tongue rolls over his own in a messy kiss. Jimin pulls apart slightly, his lips still hovering above yours, barely touching them. 
‘’You’re still horny? Didn’t I fuck you hard enough last night?’’ 
‘’Apparently not enough, why don’t you do something about it?’’ You challenge him, as your hand traces from the nape of his neck towards his abdomen. 
‘’You don’t have to tell me twice.’’ With a firm and swift grip, Jimin manages to throw you over his shoulder to finish what you both started earlier in the night. 
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heliads · 2 years
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If you don’t mind, could make a Derek Hale fic with prompt 21🥺
derek girlies holding strong
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You’ve heard much talk of Beacon Hills over the years. It’s on the tip of everyone’s tongue these days– or, everyone to do with the supernatural, that is. You swear that every pack whose path you cross has a story to tell about the True Alpha they’ve got running around back there, or how the hunters in that town have this fervent wish to kill every last wolf they meet. There isn’t a single eye that glows that hasn’t wished to see the place, not a single fang that tears that hasn’t wished to eat the power of that place whole.
Now, you get to join one of those numbers and visit Beacon Hills yourself. Unlike most of them, you aren’t an unwelcome visitor hoping to take over the town and its supernatural strength but a friend invited here for a reason. Scott McCall needs help, and that means you’ll be dropping by.
You met the kid a few years back by accident. He was trying to find a way to save one of his friends from certain death, something about possession by an ancient spirit. By chance, Scott heard your name through the miles of supernatural grapevines, and he gave you a call. You were only able to give Scott so much, but he remembered the favor and paid it back within a few months.
In a life like this, it’s nice to have a friend on call for when you could use an extra army watching your back. So, when Scott calls late one night and says he needs you in person this time, you just pack your bags and ask him to prepare a room somewhere in town. Nothing more needs to be said.
It’s not like you’ve got that many people waiting on you, anyway. You lost your pack a while back, barely a few years after you received the bite in the first place. It was a slow, gradual decline, one gone here and one there until you looked around one day and realized you were totally alone. It’s a lonely existence, but at least you get to stay alive. You’ve come to realize that’s a blessing not everyone gets to enjoy, breathing and walking and living in the moment instead of six feet under.
Your headlights shine on the road in front of you, tracing out a path in the endless curve of streets and alleys. You turned off from the highway a while ago, and now you’re just counting street signs until you reach the town.
At last, there it is, illuminated in the steady glow of your high beams:  a proud sign welcoming you to Beacon Hills. You swear you can feel the sheer power of this town the second you cross the barrier, like walking through a waterfall. No wonder everyone’s obsessed with this town, it’s as if you’ve been connected to a massive supernatural battery every second you stay here.
You glance at the directions still up on your phone. Scott wants to make sure no one suspects your arrival as having to do with him or the pack, so he’s elected to keep you away from the unprotected hotels and motels that litter the town. Instead, you’ll be staying with a friend of his, a young man named Derek Hale.
Scott had given you a warning through a dry laugh on the phone as you were driving down. Apparently Derek’s a little bit of an acquired taste. He lost his pack too, Scott says, maybe that’ll get you a bit warmer of a welcome than most. Still, you’re not supposed to expect a whole lot.
That’s perfectly fine on your end. You’re only stopping by to help Scott sort out another problem, and then you’ll be shipping back home once everything has cleared up. You don’t have to like your temporary roommate, just be sure that he’s not going to try to kill you like everyone else.
You left the moment Scott called, and it’s still late at night, the hour creeping closer and closer towards midnight. It makes you regret how loudly your knock echoes on the door of Derek Hale’s apartment, and you wonder if he’ll hate you even more for waking him up.
Instead, the young man who greets you doesn’t seem remotely interrupted. He nods brusquely at you, glancing at the hall behind out of habit before gesturing for you to come inside.
“Your trip went alright?” He asks, shutting the door and locking it behind you.
You nod, glancing around the apartment. It’s nice, expansive with a large bay of windows at the far side. “Yeah, everything is good. No one followed me here, if that’s what you’re asking.”
Derek chuckles quietly. “I wasn’t going to ask, so I’m glad you answered on your own. Apparently I have a habit of being suspicious of everyone.”
You shrug. “It’s not the worst habit to have in Beacon Hills, from what I hear. The more careful you are, the less people get hurt.”
Derek looks surprised at that. “Scott told me that you left the second he called. Did your pack not need you back home?”
You shake your head. “No pack. They’re all gone, have been for a while.”
Derek’s eyes widen almost imperceptibly, and then his guard settles back down and he nods. “You wouldn’t be the only one. At least I know you’re going to be just as overcautious as I am, though. You make no mistakes, you lose no people, right?”
“Couldn’t agree more,” you say briskly, “Of course, it’s easier said than done, isn’t it? Otherwise we’d never be alone.”
Derek stays quiet for a moment, thinking about what you said. At last, he nods again. “Sleep well, Y/N. You’ll need the rest for what is to come.”
He gestures at a door left open down the hall, it must be your room. You grab your bags and head towards it, but hesitate just over the threshold. When you look back over your shoulder, Derek is regarding you with the same faintly curious expression. You recognize the look on his face as one you’ve worn many times yourself. It means he’s wondering whether or not the pain of loss is going to be worth baring your heart to someone new.
As if reading your mind, Derek meets your eyes with a faint smile. You smile back at him and vanish back inside the room.
You’re going to regret this, aren’t you? Getting close to him. Scott had tried to warn you away but, well, as if you could ever do anything about this.
Derek is awake when you get up. You wonder if either of you were able to sleep a wink, or the wonderings kept you both awake. After a quick breakfast, you set out to meet with Scott at last. It’s time to figure out the situation once and for all.
Scott looks glad to see you. He embraces you in a one armed hug as you stand on the stoop of the McCall residence’s front door. You couldn’t even get inside before he was exclaiming how great it was to finally meet you in person.
Scott’s best friend issues out some sarcastic comment about how Scott could have found a murderer in you instead of an ally because you can’t trust anyone you meet on the Internet this way. Scott shuts him up by reminding the other boy that you were one of the ones who helped break Stiles out of his possession. By your side, Derek seems to be mentally cataloging this. Perhaps he takes record of all the things that can keep Stiles quiet, just in case of need.
Scott spends about an hour walking you through everything that’s gone wrong since your last call. It’s a fair amount, and you can’t deny that you’re impressed that they’ve been able to fend off so many villains in such a short amount of time. They could certainly use more numbers in their fight to stay alive, though, which is why they need you.
During a brief intermission in which a few more pack members show up and talk to Scott and Stiles, you retreat to the McCalls’ kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water. Derek follows you out, leaning against the kitchen counter as he glances over at you.
“So?” He asks, “What do you think of the pack now that you’ve met them in person?”
You take a place beside him on the counter. “It’s nice to see them all getting along so well together. I forgot what that’s like, to have so many people that know you like no other.”
Derek smiles again, you’re coming to treasure every one of the expressions. It’s like you’re physically proving the world wrong with every one. If you try hard enough, you can shift the weight from Derek’s shoulders and make him feel like he’s living again.
“They certainly talk enough to be well connected,” he says with a small touch of wry humor, “although sometimes that tends to get in the way of pack meetings instead of helping them along.”
You laugh, gently swatting him on the shoulder. “They’re kids, Derek. Let them live.”
“Maybe I won’t,” he mutters, “they bother me enough that I can’t live, either.”
You give him a look, and the corners of his lips start to twitch up. “I might be a little harsh,” he concedes at last.
“Only a little,” you grin, and leave it at that.
After a few minutes’ more of quiet conversation, you realize that your time with Derek hasn’t gone unnoticed by the rest of the pack. Scott is still in the other room, but he’s been looking at the two of you curiously for a while now. You gently separate yourself from Derek when you can’t shake the feeling of being watched any longer, and go up to the younger boy.
“Can I ask why you’re staring at me like I’ve suddenly burst into flames?” You ask.
Scott chuckles, embarrassed. “My bad. It’s just, well, I can’t get over the sight of you and Derek. I meant what I said over the phone about him being cold to most people he meets. I’ve never seen him like that with anyone else. You know, talking and smiling like everything’s normal.”
“I’m not quite the same as anyone else,” you manage.
In truth, that’s because you’re exactly like Derek. You’re both survivors, and that means you understand him like no other. Of course no one here can hope to understand that. They joined the war too late, they still have hope. You and Derek have lost all you had, but that’s what makes the two of you so close without even twenty four hours of knowing each other.
Scott shrugs and accepts that. You make your way back to Derek, who’s watching you with amusement. You think you can guess why.
“What is it with everyone in this town and wanting to listen in to private conversations?” You ask pointedly.
Derek is far less apologetic than Scott. “You were talking about me, I wanted to know why. Do you believe what you said?” He asks, suddenly serious. “About the two of us being similar.”
“I do,” you say carefully, “even if I just met you, I can tell. I think you can tell too.”
Derek lets out a slow breath. “I’m not used to this,” he says at last, “you know, meeting people like me. Like us. Most everyone else hasn’t been through enough to get it like you do.”
You nod. “I do get it. I get that nobody else here knows what to look for, how to tell how much we’ve lost, but we know, and that’s enough. We don’t need their approval. We just need to be happy, no matter what form that takes.”
Derek nods, his face quiet but content. “I think that sounds good to me.” He jerks his head towards the door. “I think you’ve heard most if not all of the briefing. Want to go home?”
You find yourself shifting. For once, home might not be the place you were born, the town you left just last night to answer the call of a friend. Right now, home is a person, a stranger you’ve just met but someone who knows you better than anyone who still walks this earth. Home is Derek Hale, and you would follow him anywhere.
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bratshaws · 2 years
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goodness gracious 25. brb x oc
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THIS FIC IS 18+ ONLY! MINORS PLS DNI!
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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster
warnings: fluff then smut, Bradley being protective, then horny, then completely whipped. PiV sex, dirty talk, shower sex uwu
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This Halloween celebration Penny did for the bar surely called in a lot of people, more than the usual patrons, which meant the girls were busy trying to serve everyone else. Rooster didn’t mind, he knew that was Bea’s job, but he did mind how some guys kept looking at her.
Specifically there was a group of four men seated on the booth closest to the bar, no costumes so it was easy to identify them amongst the crowd. Ever since he saw the off brand Vanilla Ice yesterday looking at Bea, he was able to notice those guys immediately, his sunglasses made it easier to play as if he wasn’t looking. But he was.
The guy wearing a light blue polo shirt, whom he assumed would be the ‘leader’, stood up from the booth to get closer to the bar top. Beatrice smiled politely, staring at the man as he leaned on the bar top with his arms folded. Rooster watched her reactions, holding himself back before he just stood between the two.
Her soft smile faltered for a second, then she laughed apologetically while shaking her head, the word ‘boyfriend’ leaving her lips. The guy however, didn’t seem deterred, he actually leaned closer to Beatrice who now had her eyebrows furrowed and her smile was much smaller. Rooster’s jaw clenched briefly before he pushed himself to his feet, leaving the group to get to the bar, taking the space next to the guy and catching the end of his sentence “-- I’m not from around here, you could show me around.”
Beatrice’s eyes moved to Rooster the moment he seated himself, but she didn’t say anything, just sent him a worried look, “Oh,I don’t think it’s a good idea.” she says, then excuses herself to go to the opposite end of the bar. Leaving Rooster seated next to the guy hitting on his girlfriend.
The guy in the polo shirt tsked, leaning back on his seat with a wry smile, “Women.” Rooster just sipped his beer in silence, so the guy continued “They always play hard to get.”
The sharp inhale that came from the pilot couldn’t be heard thanks to the music and noise around the bar, but he did flick his narrowed gaze towards the dude “Sometimes they just aren’t interested.” he says simply, setting the beer bottle back down. But the guy in the polo shirt just shook his head.
“Nah, man. Girls like her? They are thirsty for attention.”
The muscle on Bradley’s jaw popped and he felt the flicker of anger inside of him,”Girls like her?” he questions in a quiet voice “What is that supposed to mean?”
Polo shirt guy snorts “I mean…she is pretty, but she isn’t the model type you know? She’s just a bit more desperate than others.”
Rooster clenched the bottle so tightly he was sure it’d smash at any moment now, rolling his jaw back and forth as his teeth gritted together, “I dunno man,” he says through clenched teeth “She has a boyfriend.”
“Yeah, yeah she said that to me too,” Polo shirt guy snorts “But we both know she’s just saying it, right?”
Okay, that was the final straw. 
Rooster set the beer bottle down hard, the sound of glass hitting the wood making the guy next to him jump. The pilot turned to face the man, leaning on his elbow while he straightened himself - he was at least a head taller than he was, even seated - “No, she’s not just saying…you know why?” he had a grin of satisfaction when he leaned his head closer to the polo shirt guy and his eyes widened “Because I am the boyfriend.”
“...oh, u-uh..”
“So, here’s how we are going to do this.” he claps a hand on the guy’s shoulder, the weight of it making the man stumble even seated “She’ll come back here and you will apologize to her, then you’ll leave. Because if you make my girl uncomfortable or any of your clown friends do anything to make her feel bad, I will personally deal with you.”
“I-It was just a joke, man.” 
“You are the only joke around here.” he snarls, digging his fingers on the guy’s shoulder hard enough he could feel the bone, which in turn made the guy wince in pain. Few of his buddies, the more intoxicated ones stood wobbly to their feet trying to figure out what was going on, barely being able to slur out a question but polo shirt just told them to sit back down. Rooster slowly moved his eyes back to the guy squirming under his grasp, lifting his sunglasses to his hairline to keep the eye contact, “And I’m not even laughing.”
Beatrice returns after a while, just in time for Rooster to remove his hand from the guy’s shoulder. The brunette just stares wide eyed when polo shirt rambles out apology after apology, adding that he was a prick for annoying her…which in turn makes Penny turn her head in his direction, saying that if you bother one of the ladies you’d have to pay for the whole bar.
Polo shirt just opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water, before turning to his drunk friends who didn’t seem like they’d be able to help him out on that. Rooster didn’t care how he figured that out, he was just glad to see him scramble especially when it came to apologizing to Beatrice. She smiled his way, using the excuse of wiping the bar to speak closer to him, “Thank you, Roos.” she says, her cheeks flushed red. Something about him being so protective made her heart beat faster, more than it normally would.
“Oh it’s my pleasure,” he purrs, dropping the sunglasses over his eyes with a flick of his finger, “But unlike you I’m not nice when people come talking about my significant other,” he said the ending of his sentence a bit louder so the group of guys, who were already terrified, flinched under his tone.
Beatrice smiles, sending a brief look to the men sitting together only to see them all avoiding her gaze, “Well, I appreciate nonetheless.” she whispers, “It’s very sweet of you.”
Rooster bites his lower lip with a smile, folding his arms over the bar top. “You are sweet, dressed up so nicely too.” He couldn't handle how good she looked still and how that fabric hugged her curves was driving him insane. He knew there was still time for them to leave but he had plans already for when she was done for tonight. “That outfit is great for you.”
Beatrice’s cheeks flush, rolling her eyes playfully before turning away from him. Rooster admires the sway of her hips when she walks away, unaware of the presence next to him. Evelyn returned from chatting with the pilots,amazingly she allowed Jake to take her there and she didn’t feel…annoyed, not too much at least. Then he started getting too close and she decided to get up and walk back to the bar counter.
So when Bradley looked to the opposite side, he tried to hold back the shock of seeing the black scleratic vision of Evelyn staring back at him,with  an amused smile on her lips. “Hey, uh, thought you were with Jake.” there was a light scoff coming out of her mouth, but she just sighs while shaking her head, her long black nails clicking against the wood.
“He’s gotten touchy, so he is on time out.” she says, earning a chuckle from the other pilot,”I assume you liked Bea’s outfit?”
Like it? He loved it. “I did. She said you were the one that helped her with it?” Evelyn nods, “Well, I guess I’ll have to pay you a drink or something, because she looks fantastic.”
Evelyn’s cheek dimpled into a knowing smile, “Oh you don’t have to, you just have to treat her well and you know, like a woman. Considering certain things I’ve heard, you are doing a good job.” he arches his eyebrows with interest, waiting for her to continue “We both saw the bite marks and hickies you left her, not to mention her ring was missing.She’d never part with it if she didn’t think you’d deserve it.”
Her ring. He had to give it back to her,  probably tonight, he did keep it in his duffel bag after all. Rooster chuckles softly, dropping his head, a part of himself wondering if he did deserve someone like Bea after Evelyn’s words, “Well, I care about her a lot, you know?”
“I know.” Even with her eyes fully black, Evelyn’s gaze softened, “She deserves to be happy, Bradshaw.” The use of his surname caught him off guard, her posture changed in a way it weirdly resembled Cyclone’s “And she likes you a lot, and I mean a lot, to the point she says she doesn’t know how you two ended together.” The posture and the outfit - especially those lenses - made Evelyn look more terrifying than her father ever was.
Rooster frowns, looking back at a laughing Beatrice who was talking to Jeff and his wife, complimenting the woman’s costume before turning her head to face him. Her smile could put the Eiffel Tower to shame with how bright it was. “I don’t like when she thinks like that. It’s like she doesn’t think she’s deserving of…me.” and who was Rooster? He had his own demons too, he shouldn’t be put on a pedestal by Beatrice like that. 
“I know,” she begins, looking back to where Beatrice was, this time her head was turned to another patron, “She went through a lot romantically wise. We tried taking her out many times during college, in the first few months after her break up…but she didn’t want to. I think for her it was easier to guard her heart instead of offering to someone else so freely.” she tilted her head back to Rooster “Then she met you.”
“She had no one before me?” he asked in a shocked whisper, to which Evelyn replied negatively. He frowned, chewing the corner of his lip, not being able to wrap his head on the idea of someone, of Beatrice, not having anyone for four years before he showed up. “...She never told me.”
“It sounds like her…she’d probably overthink about it, fearing you’d want nothing to do with her if she told you.”
“Why?”
“...me and Bea are similar in our upbringings. Overprotective parents,expectations of what you should do, how you should live your life.” the dark haired woman replies, looking down at the cuff on her red suit, ���While I butted heads with my parents for many years, eventually breaking free, Bea stayed with her parents for a while, add that to a guy who saw her more of a nuisance than a girlfriend and it fucks your own self-esteem. Some things, especially emotional things, we keep to ourselves in fear that others wouldn’t understand. We put on a mask.”
Bradley could only stare at Evelyn with his face unreadable, but by the way the muscle on his jaw popped it was easy to admit he was bothered by that information. “...she shouldn’t feel like that.” because he is one that bottles up feelings too, except he lashes out in other ways that are less than kind. He closes up, shuts down, he gets snippy and angry because he doesn’t want to talk about it.
The few times he saw her mask crack were the times when he showed his interest. The night he asked her out she looked so hurt, so confused, like she couldn’t understand why he was doing that. Those big green teary eyes staring up at him with suspicion, like this had happened before and her only options would be to guard up and run away before it got worse.
Then during their very first time, he still remembered how her fingers wrapped around his wrist tightly, with a strength he wasn’t aware she possessed, holding him still. He remembered how she trembled in fear, how her words ‘I don’t want to disappoint you’ tumbled out of her mouth, hitting him right in the heart like a punch. 
She’d still feel uneasy, he knew, he could see sometimes how she’d look at him then take her eyes away but would grab his hand. As if she wanted to make sure he was indeed real.
“The world can be very cruel with those who are dreamers.” Evelyn says just as softly as before “And romantics.” she looked up when noticing Beatrice coming back to where they sat, “But you’ve been doing well so far. Don’t mess up.”
“I don’t plan to.” he says back, watching Evelyn stand up to walk back to where the others were, purposefully ignoring Jake’s arm nearing her waist. Rooster still had Evelyn’s words echoing in his brain when he looked forward, seeing Beatrice’s sweet smile made his own lips curl up, “Hey again.”
“Hi, you two seemed to be deep in talks.”
He leans on his open hand, resting his chin on his palm, “We were. I was thanking her for helping you choose your outfit.” Beatrice laughs, leaning behind the bar to pick something. “How long until you are free to go?”
“Well,” her voice is a bit muffled, “I think it’s nearing midnight, right?”
Rooster checks his watch, “Yep.”
“Oh, then just a few more minutes!” she chirps, looking up at him from her crouched position, “I’ll just finish some stuff then I’ll talk to Penny.” 
“Sounds good, gorgeous.” he grins, “I’ll be here waiting, okay?” she nods at him, disappearing from his view when another patron called for a drink. When she was gone, he couldn’t help but let his eyes drop to the empty beer bottle in his hand, trying to see if its amber colored glass could distract him from the thoughts of Bea feeling less than perfect for him.
He knew it wasn’t something that could be resolved so suddenly, but he wanted to help her in any way he could. Tomorrow would be a long day, especially for Bea, and he wanted to ease her mind even if it was for a little bit. The sound of her heels brought him back to reality, her bag slung over her shoulder, “I’m ready.” she says, watching him walk around the bar to meet her once she stepped out, ‘Bye Shells! Bye Penny!”
“Bye honey!” Penny shouts, “Have fun at the wedding tomorrow!”
“Bring snacks!”
Beatrice chuckles, then takes hold of Rooster’s hand before the two walk out of the bar. Since it was dark there was no need for him to keep the sunglasses on, so he slipped it into the pocket of the red Hawaiian shirt, while his other hand squeezed Beatrice’s. She inhaled the air with a smile, “It was fun right?” she asks, shaking his arm a bit. “Everyone dressed up, we tried that pumpkin ale,” he makes a face when she mentions it, “And we also got free halloween candy from Penny!”
“We did?”
“Yes! I got some before I left,” she grins, unzipping her bag to reach inside, pulling out a pumpkin gummy for him to see, “These shouldn’t be as good as they are.” she says before plopping it into her mouth, “They don’t even taste like pumpkin but they are delicious.”
“Ah, then you stole some, did you?” she slows her chewing when he asks, “Why Miss Kyle, I thought you only stole jewelry.”
Beatrice’s lips curve up in a bright grin, her cheeks turning red, “Well, sometimes a girl gotta do what a girl gotta do.” It wasn't her best Julie Newmar impression, but it made Rooster chuckle breathily, leading them to the Bronco. Once both were inside, Beatrice made sure to kick the high heel booties off of her feet, leaning back on the seat with a happy sigh, wriggling her socks-covered toes to move them a bit. 
“You know, I have no idea how I managed to work so long with heels.” she murmured when Rooster gets inside, “My feet are killing me.” she winced when she flexed her foot, a sharp pain shooting from her sole up her leg, “Thank God I won’t have to use heels tomorrow, or else I think I’d just limp around.”
Rooster watches her relax on the seat,lookin out of the window with a smile at the Halloween decoration outside the Hard Deck before he drives them off “I could always carry you.” he says,”You know I don’t mind.”
“Mm, I wouldn’t mind it either, but I don’t think it’d be a good idea.” she says, propping her chin up on her hand as she keeps her eyes on the outside, “I’ll be fine, I just need a shower and slip on my pajamas, then I’ll be okay.”
He sends her a look, following the way the fabric hugged her thighs with interest, “It’s a good idea.” he says with a small smile, keeping the idea he had to himself for now “It will definitely help you relax.”
-
She let out a breath of relief when her feet touched the wooden floors of her house, dropping her shoes by the entrance and her bag on the couch, “Finally.” she stretches her arms over her head with a happy grunt “Can you lock the door for me? My keys are on the left outer pocket.”
“Sure,gorgeous.” He follows her with his eyes until she disappears from his view, seeing that the pet gate was still latched on the bottom of the stairs. So as soon as he locked her front door, he sent an apologetic look towards Jolene who honestly didn’t seem too worried as she was lying on the couch with a blanket around her. He locked the pet gate behind himself, pulling out his phone and watch to set it on her desk, slowly approaching the bathroom door.
He peeked inside only to see Beatrice pulling her hair up in a bun then removing the gloves from her hand to toss them on the sink. She reached for the suit’s zipper, her torso twisting towards the door, “Oh.” she smiles, both of her arms up “Hey, I didn’t see you there.” her face pinched in annoyance, her arm moving in place as she groaned, “Oh, great.”
“Is it stuck?” he’s already stepping into the bathroom, right behind her to where he could see the gold zipper glinting under the bathroom’s fluorescent light “I can get it for you.” she muttered a thanks towards him, holding her arms down to give him room. His eyes followed the zipper descent until it reached her lower back, the expanse of pale skin coming into view. 
She inhaled sharply when she felt his hands sliding under the suit, pushing the fabric off her shoulders and arms, exposing the black bra when the top part of the suit pooled by her waist.Beatrice gasped quietly, feeling his lips press a trail of kissed on her neck, pushing her forward until she held herself against the sink “Brad…”
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” he whispered against her neck, opening his eyes to see the reflection. Her eyes opened wide, panic written over her irises as her mouth tried to form words, “You really are, you know that?”
“I-I…”
She sucks in a sharp breath when his hands slide on the bottom part of the suit, tugging it downwards until her legs are bare as well. She couldn’t look at her reflection too long, finding things she wanted to change about her body the longer she looked, choosing to focus on anything but herself right now, “Bea, you are.”
“I don’t-.”
He hums, letting go of her body to help remove the black suit from her feet, tossing it to the side of the bathroom. He looked up at her with a smile, pressing a wet kiss on the curve of her thigh, “You are like a goddess.” she gasped, “Almost unreal how perfect you are.”
“R-Roos.” her voice broke a bit, “Why are you-”
“I don’t want you to doubt yourself, not around me. Not when it comes to us.” his eyes turned serious, standing back to his full height,cupping her chin with his thumb and forefinger, “You are more than enough.” her lips trembled with shaky intakes of air, confused and surprised over his words, but not being able to say anything back. He smiles sweetly, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose, before touching their foreheads, “I think we should shower together.”
“W-What?”
“It’ll save up water.”
“I-I…” she looks back at her own shower, “Would it even work? I mean, it’s not that spacious…”
“We’ll make it work.” he smirks, unbuttoning his shirt while nodding his head to the shower, “Why don’t you go first, I’ll meet you in a few.” Beatrice stares dumbly at him before she snaps back in reality, walking towards the shower with her undergarments still on. He didn’t say anything, but waited until the dark shower door closed shut and he saw her panties and bra being thrown over, landing right next to her toilet. 
He removes everything quickly, tossing his clothes to the side when he hears the water falling down, steam filling the bathroom like a fog. Rooster enters the shower only to see Beatrice is tucked into a corner, with her arms close to herself, “I don’t know why I’m so nervous.” she says when she notices his eyes on her, “You’ve seen me naked before.” she looks away from him with her upper body turning red, biting her lower lip hard. 
He doesn’t say anything, but he does grab both of her hands so she wouldn’t be hiding herself, pulling her away from the corner and towards the shower stream. Water hits them both, wetting their hair and making it lie flat on their skulls, eventually making both laugh. She pushes the wet hair out of her eyes, then sees Rooster do the same by combing it all back with one hand.
Damn he was attractive.
 “Where’s your body wash?” he questions, looking around the smaller bathroom with built in shower shelves, seeing colorful bottles next to one another until his eyes stopped on a lilac colored one with a specific flower drawn on the label. She reaches for it when he grabs the lavender body wash, but he pulls his arm back, leaving her confused, “Oh no, gorgeous. You stay right there.”
“But-”
He kisses her lips before she could continue, her eyes fluttering shut with her arms draping over his neck, bringing him closer. He smiles against her mouth, putting the body wash aside to drag his hands down the slick surface of her behind, squeezing the supple flesh as she gasps into his mouth. 
Beatrice’s whimpers only get louder when he pushes her back enough till she touches the cold wall, a hiss of surprise leaving through her teeth when the tile hits her warm skin. He pulls his head back to stare right into her eyes, seeing her hooded lids look right back at him, before his head dips to bite down her neck. She moans quietly, arching her back to keep him there, one of his hands climbing up her body to cup her breast while the other remains on her hip bone, “Roos…”
It doesn’t take long for the hand on the hip to travel down,his middle and ring fingers doing a back and forth pattern on her lower lips while his thumb circles her clit at the same speed. Beatrice moans louder this time, her legs spreading a bit more so he could slide in without her thighs stopping him. She mewls in pleasure, feeling his fingers inside and outside of her, while his mouth stays on her neck and his other hand on her breast. “You have such a nice pussy, Bea.” the immediate clench around his finger making him smile, “You take me so well, be it my fingers or my cock, don’t you?”
Beatrice nods without saying anything, only a quiet ‘mmhmm’ left her throat, “Do you like when I fuck you with my fingers, gorgeous?” again another nod, her hips moving forward to meet his hand. He grins, his lips trailing back to her ear, where he continues, “Mmm, you have to use your words~.”
“I-I…” she whimpers, the back of her head hitting the tiled wall, “I-I do…” she lets out a soft scream when his hand speeds up, the hand on her breast leaves to cup her thigh, holding it up to his hip bone to give him more space, “God, Brad please!!” 
“Please what?” he coos against her ear, “Tell me what you want, pretty girl. Do you want to cum?” 
“Yes!!”
“How bad?” he slows his hand purposefully, earning an anguished wail from her, who drops her forehead on his shoulder, “How bad?”
“R-Rooster!God–I need to!!” she can’t even complete her sentence, too busy trying to regain the delicious friction from before without any success. She then feels the pressure building yet again, but he doesn’t speed his finger up anymore, instead he just pulls them out of her without warning. The brunette screams against his trapezius, hips moving, trying to get something, anything before she went insane, “Brad…” she whines, “Please…”
“Yeah,” he pants quietly, the hand that minutes before was inside of her reaches to one of the built in showed shelves, a ripping sound being heard. Since they were farther from the shower itself, it was easy for him to slip the condom, worrying about tossing the wrapper away once they were done, “Yeah, pretty girl, I know.”
She widens her eyes when he picks her up, pinning her to the wall and stepping between her open legs. Beatrice has no idea how strong Rooster truly is since he carries her around like she weighs nothing half of the time, but he lets go of one of her legs to align himself and push inside and holds her up with one hand. Sure it was for a short moment, but good God that was attractive.
Beatrice’s lips part in a breathless moan when he hilts, this time both of his hands are back on holding her legs up, which she locks around his hips by her ankles. He towers over her, his own mouth open, watching her face as he moves, as her arms wrap around his neck. Their foreheads pressed together again, their eyes never closing, soft moans coming out from the two of them as they just looked at one another.
He loved her so much.
She loved him so much.
It was in their eyes, but the words tickled up their throats, begging to be said out loud, so only they could hear it. Beatrice moaned softly while moving her hips to meet his own, the pleasure from before seemed to intensify, before she cupped his cheeks. Their kissing went from soft gentle pecking to deep kisses when his thrusts intensified, the shower jet covering the sound of their lovemaking and moaning. But honestly, even if it wasn’t either of them would care.
“Brad..” she breathes out his name, her whole body bouncing with the force - and speed- of his thrusts “Brad! God I-I can’t–” the pressure inside of her only seemed to grow larger and larger, downright making her whole body buzz with pleasure.
It was his words on her ear again, alongside the quick movements of his hips, that made her break, “Come on Bea, come on pretty girl, give it to me. Cum all over my cock, do it–” her body tensed in his mid sentence, squeezing his waist with her legs and her arms around his neck, a scream breaking free from her mouth when her forehead dropped to his shoulder. 
The inner muscles inside of her didn’t give him too much of a break either, Rooster rapidly tried to go after his own release, digging his fingers on the plush flesh of her thighs with a deep groan breaking the confines of his chest and onto the wet skin of her neck. He huffed loudly, closing his eyes when his hips spasmed for a couple more seconds, still holding her up with both hands as they slowly came down their high.
Rooster still had his head on her neck when he felt her fingers comb through his wet hair, smiling sweetly down at him. He sighed softly, raising his head with a smirk, “Well, so much for showering together.”
Beatrice giggles, cupping his cheeks yet again to bring their lips together in a sweet kiss, “I don’t mind this either.” she says, “Matter of fact, it almost felt like this was your plan all along.”
“Maaaybe.” he drawls off, laughing with her “But I still think we should shower.” He steps back so he could pull out, gently lowering her legs to the wet floor and waiting until she stabilized herself. Beatrice gave him a nod to assure she was okay, watching him step out of the shower to toss the condom away, with the muscles of his asscheeks flexing when he walked. He looked over his shoulder towards her, seeing she was ogling him with interest, “Um, my eyes are up here?”
“You always look at mine.” she says while crossing her arms “I think it’s only fair.”
Rooster heaves out a pained sigh, but he’s grinning when he goes back inside the shower “Enough talking missy, time to get washed up.”
It is a miracle the two indeed manage to get washed up, while laughing and tossing water on each other, kissing and going for a second round - which he had to hurry completely wet to his duffel bag and grab another condom, apologizing for the trail of water he left on the way out.  But when they are done both are now smelling like lavender, which he doesn’t mind, he grew to adore the smell, making the connection with her every time the scent hit his nose.
They lay on her bed in silence, her head on his chest and his hand combing through the slowly drying tresses, as they heard the sound of crickets from the outside. Beatrice sighs, which makes Rooster look down at her, “What?”
Her head shakes negatively against his pectoral, “Nothing.” she whispers, touching the bumps of his stomach with the tip of her finger, “I’m just really happy.”
“...yeah?”
She tilts her head up, pushing her body forward so she could place her folded arms over his chest, smiling at him, “Yeah.” her eyes are still shining, “You make me very happy, Roos.” 
Rooster’s chest expands when she says it, the warmth returning with full force inside of him, “You make me just as happy, Bea.” he murmurs, the hand on the back of her head trails down to her cheek, where Beatrice leans into his touch with her eyes closing, “You have no idea how much.”
She blinks her eyes open, big and green, with long lashes fluttering. “Roos…I want to tell you something, not only because we just…well, had sex but, because I’ve been wanting to say it for a while.” she wets her lips nervously, sucking in a breath of courage, “...I-I love you.”
Too soon, her brain screams, too soon you stupid girl, now he’ll leave. He’ll leave and you’ll be alone. Watch.
But Rooster didn’t move, in fact, he just closed his eyes and dropped his head back into the pillow with a relieved sigh going past his lips. She blinked in silence, unsure what she should do following this reaction, “I love you too, God you have no idea how good it feels to say it outloud.” he lifts his head from the pillow, watching her cheeks turn the bright red he adored, “I love you too, gorgeous.”
“You do?”
“I do.”
Her brain tried to tell her it was a lie, that he felt pity for her but his eyes were always the most honest part of him. She could see he wasn’t lying, his smile was genuine and he was glowing “....you do.” she repeats, “You really do.”
Rooster understood her dumbfounded reaction, especially from what Evelyn told him earlier that night, “I do.” he cups her cheeks with both hands, “I love you.” he kisses her lips once ,”I love you,’ twice, “I love you, I love you, I love you!” the flurry of kisses couldn’t be stopped, nor could her smile and tears, kissing him back with just as much fervor. She squeaked when he rolled them over on her bed, pinning her under himself to look down at her once their kissing stopped “What are these tears for, huh? Are they happy tears?”
She nodded, sniffling quietly, before finally finding her words, “They are h-happy tears,” she wiped her eyes with the sleeve of the Navy hoodie, laughing softly, “Probably the happiest tears I ever cried.” 
Rooster’s eyes softened, his thumb wiping some of them away before lowering himself on top of her, his chin pressed on the valley of her breasts. “It really feels good saying it out loud.” he repeats, “Been holding that in for…two months.”
She blinks at him, “Two months?” he nods, “I…that’s how long I kept in too.”
The two of them got silent, with Rooster’s eyebrows furrowing, “When did you figure it out?”
“When you were deployed.” she replies, watching his expression go from confusion, to shock then to pure unbridled joy, “Was it the same for you?”
“God, yeah, the moment you gave me your ring I was just hooked, pretty girl. Snagged me right in the heart.” he chuckles, “I probably was even before that, but I couldn’t figure it out that quickly.”
Beatrice’s cheeks hurt from smiling so much, but she couldn’t help it. He loved her and she loved him and they loved each other! She was over the moon, the sun, the whole Solar System! 
Nothing could put her down, especially not the wedding tomorrow, not when she heard those words come out of his mouth over and over again. 
She could handle tomorrow, she thought while kissing him again, she would handle tomorrow.
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Hopelessly- chainshipping
all right!! This is part one of I don't know how many--the fic that this chapter is apart of has been prewritten and I'm aiming for like, 2-3k words per chapter so around ten chapters maybe?? I'm getting this ready to be queued with 21 minutes until two in the morning so it's not unreasonable to expect my math to be off
requests are underway!! yay!! I wrote one yesterday and at least two more will hopefully come out before the end of the week (most of, if not all, will be done around the 21st because I have a super epic queue planned in the lead up to christmas)
Fic type- this first bit is generally angst and hurt/comfort
Warnings- referenced homophobia on the part of Adams parents, discussion of saw-canonical events (lawrence sawing off his foot) and related (adam has pain in his shoulder bc he was shot there), implied/referenced crappy parenting (adams parents get into arguments so loud that he recalls the walls shaking)
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The first days after Lawrence had left were terrifying. They were spent in the dark, drifting in and out of consciousness, trying to stay awake in moments where he was awake but never really managing to do so.
In moments where Adam was awake, he was thinking of Lawrence. Wondering if the doctor had meant what he had said. Had meant it when he said he’d get help and make sure Adam made it out alive. He wondered if the doctor was thinking of him in turn, doubted he was.
When Adam was awake, Lawrence persisted in his mind. When he was awake, Adam was remembering Lawrences voice, trying desperately to keep it in his mind and not forget it. He was yearning for Lawrences presence, for his nonchalance and the blond of his hair.
When he was asleep, where there were not nightmares there were memories.
Laughing with his older sister as the two ate at a discount burger joint with a neon sign. Stealing cigarettes from his dad, scolding his younger brother for stealing the stolen cigarettes. There were memories of his sister reading on a beach towel while his brother splashed about in the open sea, where Adams choice had been to pull a pair of sunglasses over his eyes and watch the skyline.
There were memories of his dad being sweet to his mother from when he was a kid, memories of his father going off on tirades about college while his older sister sat, glaring defiantly at their father as he paced and gesticulated with his hands to accentuate a point that his older sister would choose to misunderstand on purpose and out of spite.
There was the memory of his older sister “running away”—or in other words, being kicked out by their Dad—when he was fifteen and she was eighteen. The memory of being kicked out himself when he was just four days away from his eighteenth birthday and leaving his brother behind in a choice that was made for him.
There was the memory of Lawrence, too—his hands slick with Lawrences blood and his own, begging and pleading to be set free, begging for Lawrence not to leave him. There was the memory of John Kramers voice saying “game over” and the horrifying sound of the door sliding shut.
And then, when it feels like it’s been a week but has probably been closer to a month, Adam is jolted awake by hands against his shoulders.
“Adam?” Comes a feminine voice. “Adam. Are you awake? Are you alive?”
Adams lips go to form a response, but his mouth is dry and all he can do is hum out confirmation, a whispered “what? What’s happening?” befalling his lips as he feels the hands on his shoulders attempt to move him to the right.
And then the feminine voice is sighing in relief. “Okay,” she says. “I can help you, Adam.”  
And then Adam is dimly registering the feeling of the cuff on his foot being loosened. And he’s feeling himself get dragged down a series of corridors, and then light is blinding and it’s in his eyes again as he’s dropped onto the concrete without care, though not without thought.
He feels a hand on his chest. A woman says “I’m going to call 911 for you, sir. Are you feeling okay?”
And the pain in Adams shoulder renews, and he groans because it hurts.
“No,” he fumbles with the word. “Sore. Everywhere.”
And then Adam is falling asleep again, dimly wondering if he should bother doing as he’d meant to in the time spent in the bathroom, the thing he’d debated doing if he’d escaped.
For the first time in eight years, half asleep on the concrete with a woman pressing a hand supportively against his chest as she talks to the 911 dispatch, Adam Faulkner-Stanheight is absentmindedly wondering if he should call his parents.
-
Adam wakes in a hospital, finding that every bone in his body feels heavy. Even his eyelids feel heavy, and he’s startled to realize that he's almost not sure where he is at first.
He clues into it the very second he registers a foggy feeling in his mind. That kind of fogginess can only come from painkillers being given to him through an IV, and then he hears the sound of his heartbeat as it thrums in a steady rhythm from the heart monitor on his right side. His IVs, he knows, are probably next to or near it.
A nurse comes in as he opens his eyes, fighting the heaviness away with a surprising amount of willpower. She laughs when she sees he’s awake, a smile spreading across red painted lips.
“Glad to see you awake, Mr. Stanheight,” she says, pulling a strand of red hair behind her ear. “You’ve caused quite a stir for a group of people. One of them is this hospitals very own, Dr. Lawrence Gordon.”
When Adam hears Lawrences name, his heart nearly catapults out of his chest.
“Who—who are the others?” He asks despite wanting desperately to know more about how Lawrence is doing. The nurses words outside of Lawrence have piqued his curiosity, too—Adam Faulkner-Stanheight has not had people caring about him, let alone enough to have those people referred to as a group, since he was still in high school, even if he was failing miserably at that point in his life.
“One was a girl of about thirty, I believe,” the nurse says. “The other a boy not much older than twenty two or twenty three. The girl said her name was Alex, and the boys name was Thomas. Said they’d heard about you on the news, they’d be around to visit before the end of the night. Girl also said she was called—she's your emergency contact, apparently."
He breathes a sigh of relief. A supermassive weight has been lifted off his shoulders and his chest, and it’s almost like he can breathe again.
“And Lawrence—how’s Lawrence?”
The nurse smiles apologetically at him as she checks his IVs and looks at his chart. “He’s in a different recovery unit, but he’s recovering. Once his ex wife brings a cane down for him to use, we’ll let him walk to your room for a visit. How are you feeling, Mr. Stanheight? I think hearing of your current state will certainly brighten Lawrences day.”
Adam spends a long few seconds thinking on it—he feels tired, confused, grateful, hungry, thirsty, discontent with the fact that he has yet to see Lawerence, scared. There is an entire scope of emotions within arms reach, and though he kind of hates it, Adam is feeling every last one of them all at once.
Scared, angry, confused, grateful, tired, exhausted. Wide awake, happy, relieved, almost overjoyed to find he’s awake and in a white hospital room with plenty of light over a dark bathroom that he was, at one point, convinced he was going to die in.
“I’m okay,” Adam says. “My shoulder is sore and I could definitely use a bite to eat, but other than that, I am peachy keen.”
The nurse laughs. “I’ll report that to Dr. Gordon, and he’ll be here to see you whenever his ex wife brings a cane by. Are you aware of how long you were held captive before you were let go?”
“I assumed it was a week, week and a half?”
“Nearly two according to the day that Lawrence escaped,” says the nurse. “Surprised you survived that, Mr. Stanheight.”
Adam sighs. “So am I,” he says. “I thought I was going to die there.”
“Well, you didn’t.” says the nurse. “Despite the insistence of the woman who came here searching for you and the boy at her side, I ought to think Lawerence will be the most excited to hear of your condition. You have a good rest of your morning, Mr. Stanheight.”
Then she’s gone and Adam is alone. He hates it the second it starts—part of him never wants to be alone ever again.
-
Adam drifts off, but when he next wakes it’s because of the smell of food from Alejandros Discount Burger Joint. It’s a place his sister had taken him to a lot when they were teens, Adam fourteen and Alex seventeen with a license that no longer required a licensed adult present in the vehicle. They stopped going when Alex was kicked out of the house, but Adam just got his license and kicked the tradition off with his brother before he dropped out of school and was kicked out in the same year.
“Hey,” Alexs voice is different from how Adam remembers hearing it last. “Heard you survived a Jigsaw trap, Adam. How’d you manage that?”
“Food,” is the first word out of Adams mouth, a word he says before he can stop himself, and he watches with a slight smile as Tom elbows their older sister. She gets it for him and Adam can’t help but devour the stuff—he’s been getting his nutrients from IVs but they’d taken him off them while he was sleeping, from the looks of it. All he’s got in terms of IVs now is an IV to hydrate him and one for painkillers.
Alex—full name Alexandra—is three years older than he is, which puts her at twenty nine, and that means it’s been nine years since they last talked. She looks like their mom, with the same brown hair he and Tom both inherited, brown eyes to match hers over the green that he and Tom inherited from their father. Her skin is pale, her jaw sharp and her smile a mirror image of Adams own.
Adam and Tom look like an amalgamation of their parents—brown hair from Mom, green eyes from Dad, pale skin from both of ‘em. Tom wears glasses and has hair that he's grown to his shoulders and put into a low bun, where Adam hasn’t really ever let his hair get past his forehead because the thought of briefly having an 80s style mullet feels too embarrassing, even if the long hair would look decent.
Adam finishes eating in a matter of minutes. He thanks Alex for the food, who tells him it wasn’t that big of a deal as Tom throws his garbage away.
There’s a pause in the air. The tension in it grows thick, and Alex manages to break it in two by grabbing Adams hand and giving it a squeeze.
“When the doctors called, I was amazed to find out I’m still listed as the first person on your emergency contact list,” Alex says. “They said they didn’t know if you’d survive because of your shoulder, but holy hell am I glad you did. Don’t really the idea of burying my baby brother, y’know? You’re younger than me, so I’m supposed to die first.”
Adam laughs a bit. “Oh, sure,” he says. “You die first, Tom and I bury you, then I die and Toms gotta bury me, but who buries Tom?”
“Our parents, if they’d ever come the fuck around,” Tom says. Adam shakes his head because he knows they won’t. They didn’t like that Alex wanted to take a year off once she graduated high school, berated Adam over his grades to a point where he just…dropped the fuck out before he could graduate, and from the last conversation he’d had with his brother, they’d kicked him out on his eighteenth birthday, three months before he was due to start living on his college campus because of the fact that he’d been caught sleeping with a classmate who happened to be a guy.
“In your dreams, brother,” Alex says. Adam squeezes her hand and closes his eyes. It’s the afternoon, but he’s tired still. He doesn’t aim to sleep, just to rest his eyes for a few minutes.
“How’d you escape?” Tom asks. “If you remember, anyway.”
“Some girl came and got me out,” Adam says, opening his eyes and deciding he’ll commit and take a nap later. “I can’t remember much—she said that she could help me, unlocked my foot, dragged me through a couple of hallways and then I was outside. Another lady called 911 for me and here I am.”
“Glad you didn’t die, brother,” Alex says. “Seriously. Thank you for not dying on the behalf of everyone who would’ve been left to grieve you.”
Adams brow furrows as he looks at his sister. “You’re—you—you’re welcome?”
Tom laughs, and that breaks the tension in the room. Adam laughs a bit, too, and so does Alex.
“Been hearing a lot about this Lawrence guy from the nurses,” Tom says. “You know him?”
“Lawrence is among the only reasons I hoped I’d escape,” Adam admits, swallowing a yawn as it comes up. “At first, anyway. Then I stopped hoping, but now we’re here so maybe hoping was a good thing.”
“Was he in the trap with you?” Alex asks.
“Yeah,” Adam nods. “Then his family was threatened, and he was basically running on adrenaline when he cut his own foot off. Promised to send help, told me he wouldn’t lie, and all of that stuff. I probably should be telling the police this stuff instead of you guys.”
Alex laughs. “I’ll drive you to the station once you’re given the clear to go,” she says. “For now, though—you should be resting. Tommy and I’ll be back tomorrow morning, okay? I’ll make sure you’re on a healthy diet of hospital cafeteria food by tonight, and I’ll bring breakfast by first thing tomorrow, brother.”
Adam sighs, nodding. “These painkillers are wicked,” he laughs again. “Morphine, I think? Maybe Benadryl, but either way it’s good.”
Alex laughs, and for the first time since they were kids, leans down and presses a sisterly kiss against Adams forehead.
It used to serve as a gesture of comfort, really. It was something she would do before hugging Adam tightly upon getting home and discovering their parents were screaming at each other in another of their arguments. It used to mean “everything is fine, the screaming will be done once their voices start going hoarse, and I’ve got you, and you’re not alone in this.”
Now, it kind of feels like a genuine “thank you for not dying on us,” said without the words. It feels like Alex is saying that she's glad he escaped the trap, that he was rescued.
It feels like she's saying "you were put into a Jigsaw trap, but you're okay now. You're all right, Adam. I've got you, and Tommys here too, so he's got you, and neither of us are going anywhere." It feels like something that should be celebrated with an entire elaborate party and a gut punch all at once, and Adam swallows thickly, squeezes Alexs hand. He doesn't say anything because he doesn't know what to say to her, doesn't know what to say to his brother.
Adam knows that he and his siblings all love to cope with humor and the nature of their occasional jokes is not at all surprising given the circumstance. Still, though, when Alex presses a kiss to his forehead, Adam feels like he’s nine years old again, watching his parents marriage fall apart because they don’t care to hide it like they did when he and Alex were in elementary school and Tom was still in daycare.
He feels like he’s pulling a pair of corded headphones over his brothers ears, like he’s trying to make sure Tom doesn’t notice the vibrations of their parents yelling through the walls while he panickedly grabs a cassette from Alexs collection and pops it into his Walkman. He feels like he’s the kid who protected his brother while Alex was with her friends at a sleepover and had yet to come home.
As Alex gives his hand a squeeze, meaningfully holds his gaze, Adam wants to cry.
“See you tomorrow, brother,” Alex says.
Because he’s not sure if he’ll be able to speak without choking up, Adam nods. He watches Alex and Tom go, presses the back of his head against the pillow, and lets it all out.
For the first time since before Lawrence left him in that bathroom, Adam Faulkner-Stanheight starts quietly sobbing.
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You've Got Desire, So Let It Out: Chapter 2
You love your job. Being a teacher is what you've always wanted to do. But being in charge all day can be draining. You are looking for someone to take that control away for a while. When Robin and Steve set you up with Eddie, an old friend from high school, sparks fly! One day you ask Eddie to come volunteer in your classroom and he's more than happy to oblige. But what happens when the inevitable discipline issue arises and you have to use your teacher voice in front of him for the first time? Let's just say Eddie enjoys it a bit too much.
☆Tags: 21+ MDNI, switch Eddie Munson, switch reader, BDSM, kinky sex, choking, dirty talk, dom/sub, impact play, bratting, degradation, praise, humiliation, restraints, mean dom Eddie, overstimulation, orgasm control
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“Robiiin!” You whined from the floor, back against the couch. Hoping your voice would reach her in the kitchen, “Can you get me another drink?” After a moment she came padding back into the living room handing you a glass of clear liquid with ice. An expression of gratitude turns sour, “Hey this is water!”
“Yeah! You didn’t specify so I gave you what you needed.”
You pouted but took a few sips anyways. You’d been over her place for hours along with Steve, having a great time. Complaining about how hopeless all of your love lives were, laughing at whatever crappy movie was playing in the background, and of course drinking. You’d lost track of how many drinks you’d had but that was never a problem before, no this wouldn’t be the first time you’d slept on Robin's couch. But this time you’d definitely had more than you probably should have because there was no filter left to prevent the spontaneous confession from falling out in response, “No what I need is someone to call me a good girl and spank my ass while they fuck my brains out!”
“Excuse me?” Both of your friends call out.
Your brain had no sense that they weren't actually looking for an answer, “I need to get laid is what I need!” The hand not clutching the sweating glass reached up and wrapped around your throat, “Someone’s thick hand choking me while telling me what a filthy slut I am!” You are completely absorbed in the image of your own fantasy. Unaware of the incredulous stares from your friends boring themselves in your direction, then back at each other.
You awoke in Eddie’s bed the next morning. Blinking. You came into consciousness realizing he was sound asleep next to you. His arm lazily draped over your waist. 
The morning after was always so awkward, your last serious relationship was with a guy you went to high school with back in the city. That time in your life ended well before moving here to Hawkins. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t have anything to do with the differences in sexual desires. Since then you’d been living the one night stand, Maybe I’ll call him back sort of life. But this felt different. There was no urgency to carefully escape his arms and sneak away before he noticed. No calling for a ride back to your place because you couldn’t get away fast enough. No quick Don’t call me. I’ll call you, note left in haste as you walk home. Eddie’s arm shifted just a touch. You leaned closer into the feeling. Pressing your back against his chest. No you weren’t going anywhere, at least not anytime soon.
You enjoyed lazy morning cuddles as Eddie slept behind you. You drifted in and out of sleep a few times but never so deeply that you didn’t hear the loud buzzing of your phone against the quiet of the trailer from where it sat in the other room. 
Careful not to disturb him as much as possible, you tiptoed to the living room. It was a message from Robin. 
I hope you had fun last night! Can’t wait to hear all the horny details! Call me.
Smiling at your phone screen, you typed a quick response before wandering back to the bedroom. Thankful that Eddie was still asleep. You tried to take up your previous position without disturbing him but the movement of the worn mattress was just too much. He inhaled deeply and stretched out his arms. You leaned into him and whispered, “Good morning.”
He blinked a few times. Eyes adjusting to the sunshine that was starting to make its way in through the window, he smiled at you, “Hey, you’re still here. I think I had a dream that you were just a figment of my imagination.”
Giggling you cuddled to him closer, “And miss out on morning after cuddles? Not a chance!”
He only responded with a quiet hum and kissed the side of your head. A surprisingly comfortable silence fell over the room. You inhaled deeply wanting to commit this moment to memory. The feel of his arm around you. His musky smell mixed with lingering nicotine.  You’re not sure how long passed before he finally spoke, “I had a really great time last night.”
You were hoping that he would follow it up with something like When can I see you again? or Wanna go for round two? but he was quiet again. You swallowed hard, not wanting to miss your chance to see him again, “Me too. When’s your band playing next? I’d love to come and see you guys play again sometime.”
“We have a show next weekend,” for the first time since meeting him, he sounded nervous. Not so subtle changes in his tone make it more and more obvious by the second. Morning Eddie was wildly different from nighttime Eddie. It was a sharp contrast from his confidence last night. Right now he seemed unsure of himself and hesitated before asking, “If you give me your number, I could text you the details.”
You grinned, almost enjoying how shy he sounded. It was kind of sweet, “Go get your phone.”
He grabbed into the bed. Gripping onto whatever his hands could find, “But it’s so comfy in here!”
You pulled away. Caressing your hand down his arm, “Where is it? Can I grab it?” He nodded and watched you from the bed as he directed you to retrieve it from his jacket pocket. You typed in your number. A moment of reflection gave your fingers pause before deciding to be bold and add a pink heart. You handed it to him and he chuckled when he saw that you had typed Teach instead of your name. His fingers ran through his hair and set his phone to the side. Looking at him as he leaned shirtless against the pillows with his arms resting effortlessly above his head. You felt your eyes wander all over his chest. Soaking up every bit of him. 
He sat up, “We should probably get up. Do you want some coffee?”
“Oh I’d love that!” You got up and put your clothes on from last night. He watched you from the corner of his eye with soft glances as he did the same.
“You can shower if you’d like.”
Just then your phone rang. It was Robin. Eddie smiled and said he’d give you some privacy before leaving the room.
“Hey!” Her happy voice came through the speaker, “Can you talk for a second or are you otherwise occupied?”
“He’s making us coffee, I can talk for a second. What’s up?”
“I was heading to the store and I wanted to see if you wanted me to pick you up on my way.”
You laughed, “You just want to hear if we had sex or not!”
“Of course I do! It’s not everyday you set up your two freaky friends, and I’m assuming since you’re still there that I get to hear a very juicy story!”
“You’re too much, but yes I’d love to go to the store with you.”
“I’ll be there in a bit!”
After your phone call you finished getting dressed and couldn’t help but be a little nosy. Taking advantage of your isolation, you investigated his room before joining him in the kitchen. It was messy but had an endearing charm. These posters must still be up from high school. Many of the corners on the old paper had started to lift long ago. You could see evidence that he tried more than once to add more tape in an attempt to keep them flat. Several ashtrays sat scattered on the different surfaces, accented by a few lighters. He had a ton of music! His collection of vintage cassette tapes and vinyls was quite impressive. Just from reading a few titles, your heart warmed that not only did you and Eddie share bedroom preferences, but music as well. After snooping you decided it was finally time to join him in the kitchen.  
Eddie was sitting in a chair beside the small open window, at the table that was pressed flush against the edge of the room. In one hand he held a black coffee mug and resting between the same fingers he held a lit cigarette. He had also finished dressing. The great view of his tattoos was gone. As soon as you emerged, he handed you a warm ceramic mug, “I wasn’t sure if you wanted anything in it so I left it black.”
After adding a splash of the creamer he offered you and taking a sip you joined him at the small table, “Thank you sir.”
“You’re welcome, I’m glad you said that because I think we need to have another talk. If you have time, that is.”
Anxiety. No matter how much you tried to work on it, it always had a fun way of creeping in where it isn’t wanted. You had no reason to suspect that he was upset with you or didn’t want to see you anymore but damn it if with those words he didn’t summon a deep pit in your stomach.
Hiding your worry with another sip of coffee you responded, “Ok. Robin and I are going to the store but yeah I have time.”
You were learning that dominant Eddie was very straight to the point, “Communication is extremely important in this lifestyle. Especially with new partners.” He drinks again, “And I gotta tell you teach, I’ve never had such a good first session.” You feel the muscles in your shoulders unconsciously relax, “Even with experienced doms and subs, it usually takes a while for the two people to click or connect but with you, if I may be so bold— I’ve never felt more comfortable and I hope the feeling is mutual.” After he finished, he took a drag off the cigarette in his hand and exhaled up into the air.
“Definitely!” The giddiness in your voice sparked a smile on his otherwise serious face, “Even though I don’t have any other formal experience, I was already thinking how much I’d like to do that again.”
His smile brightened, “Me too sweetheart. I have one more question first. These types of relationships can all look wildly different. Sometimes a dom and sub are just that, nothing more. Other times they are in a more traditional relationship as well, what exactly are you looking for?”
The heat from the coffee was the perfect excuse to explain away your blushing cheeks, “Well Eddie. I didn’t know anything about you when I turned around and came face to face with your chest yesterday and even without the knowledge that you would pin me down and fuck me into your mattress, I thought you were hot as hell– think, still think. You’re hot. Fuck I’m going to stop talking.”
He leaned in closer, resting his elbows on the table, “No please continue your cute ramblings. Tell me more about how hot I am.”
“Actually I lied,” you couldn’t hide your huge grin or bring yourself to actually lie and say he was ugly. Listening to his laugh as he teased you right back, with a cheeky raised eyebrow over his coffee mug, as if to say Are you sure about that sweetheart? Everything about him got your heart racing, “In all seriousness, I had a great time listening to your band. You guys are really good. I better get that text message with the details for your next show!”
“Of course, I can't disappoint a fan.”
Fan. At that moment you felt a shift. The train took a hard left causing all the luggage to shake as your mind raced rapidly through every relationship you’d ever had. All your previous affections felt fleeting. Just a way to pass the time with some pleasant company by your side. Hearing him describe you as just another one of his fans flipped a switch in your brain. That’s not what you want from him.
“I’d like to be more than just a fan Eddie,” Brushing the front pieces of your hair behind your ear, you looked him right in the eyes. He’d asked what you were looking for and insisted upon open communication so, just throw it out there! Tell him what you want, “Will you go on a date with me?”
He was quiet for a moment. His body leaned forward again, shortening the distance between you even more. His elbows pressed on the edge of the small table. He tilted his head slightly to the side as a wide grin grew and grew on his lips, “You beat me to it sweetheart. I’ve been trying to work up the nerve to ask you the very same question all morning. Would you do me the honor of going to dinner with me?”
You leaned in. Matching his body language. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you reached over and slowly slipped the lit cigarette from his fingers and pressed it to your lips, inhaling deeply as you watched his eyes pop. Slowly, with an exhale you winked at him, “I’m free tonight big boy.”
Beep!  
Before he could respond a car horn filled both your ears. You peeked out the window, “Robin’s here.” You pressed away from the table and went to grab his phone from where he’d set it in the bedroom, “Here. Before I leave, send me those details and make sure you include what time you’ll be picking me up tonight.”
“Demanding this morning aren’t we sweetheart. Need I remind you where that smart mouth of yours landed you last night?”
“Oh I’m well aware sir,” you flipped your hair out as you put your blazer back on and grabbed your bag. You stood behind him. Wrapping your arms around where he still sat in the chair, “And just in case you missed all my hints, let me be perfectly clear. I’d love to end up there again.” You’d gotten so wrapped up in teasing him that you didn’t realize how close you’d gotten to his face.
“Damn your heart is racing!” Suddenly you were silent, lips pressed together tightly. His brow cocked. Eyes shifting as he looked at you from over his shoulder, “What happened sweetheart– cat got your tongue?”
There was a knock on the door, “If you guys are still having sex hurry it up!”
Your neck muscle went slack and hung on his shoulder, “Has she always been this bossy?”
“If I tell you the truth she might murder me,” he reached his hand up towards your face and turned your cheek, bringing your eyes to his. The calloused tips of his fingers against your skin as he maneuvered you to suit his needs. A tightness in your chest halted your breathing as he kissed your lips, “See you tonight.”
“Finally!” Robin started the car after you hurried out to join her, “I expect full details since I was made to wait.”
You shook your head with a laugh, “I thought you expected full details regardless?” As you got in the car, you got a message from an unknown number.
Be ready at 8 o’clock sharp sweetheart. I got your address from Harrington so I’ll see you then. As for our new number one fan’s request, Corroded Coffin will be playing again next Friday night at The Hideout. Our set starts at 9 pm.
His odd formality put a smile on your face. You saved his number and then responded.
I’ll be ready sir. See you then.
She waved you off, “That’s beside the point. So? What happened? We were all like really shocked when the two of you just sort of… left last night.”
“Yeah, sorry about that,” you felt like a lovesick school girl again as you sank into the seat and stared at the roof of her old car, “But Robin! God is it too soon for me to say I think he might be the one? Everything he did was fucking perfect.”
“If the two of you get married I expect to get the credit for setting you up together.”
“I don’t know,” you mused playfully, “You did keep him a secret from me until last night.”
She rolled her eyes at you, “You’re impossible. I told you he was off living the rockstar life. He’s barely been back a week!”
Your mind flashed back to last night. Eddie’s hand around your throat after you made that same expression. Your face flushed. The skin on your neck tingled, remembering the sensation. Unconsciously raising your fingers to graze over the area, “I rolled my eyes at him last night and he choked me.”
“Excuse me,” she yelled!
“I told you he was perfect Robin. He asked me what kinds of things I liked and didn’t like. Before we did anything, we discussed what I should do if I needed him to stop. That was, without a shadow of a doubt, the best sex I’ve ever had!”
“I mean this in the most loving way possible– you’re both freaks,” she smiled at you.
“So you don’t want to hear more then?” an eyebrow cocked at her.
“Let’s not go that far!”
Recounting every horny detail to Robin, got you all the more worked up for tonight. You spent most of the day with Robin, running a few errands before shopping for a cute outfit to wear for your date with Eddie tonight. The rest of the day dragged on as your anticipation for your date with Eddie grew. You wondered where he was going to take you and more importantly what surprises would the evening hold for you afterwards. 
At long last, it was nearly 8:00 pm and despite having already had sex with him, you were nervous. Your bratty instincts wanted so badly to take after some of your students and push the boundaries. To test Eddie and see how much you can get away with teasing him. Maybe make him come up here to get you and then be late for dinner. Unfortunately the first date jitters took over and you found yourself waiting patiently outside your apartment building for him to arrive. 
The night air was cool and your leather jacket did little to keep out the chill. Thankfully Eddie showed up shortly after that and welcomed you with a warm passenger seat.
“Such a good girl waiting outside for me,” he gripped your thigh tightly as you closed the door, “I hope you weren’t out there long.”
“No sir, only a few minutes.”
“So polite this evening sweetheart. Don’t tell me all it took for the bratty girl I met last night to be put back in her place was one session.” The veins in his one hand flexed as gripped the steering wheel. You failed in resisting the urge to squeeze your legs together.
“Not at all,” you held his thick ringed fingers of the hand that was still resting on your thigh, “I just wanted to show you that I’m also very interested in simply getting to know you. I was a little nervous getting ready if I’m being honest.”
His warm smile set your heart on fire, “I was nervous too. I know this may come as a shock, but I don’t go on many dates.”
You’re pretty sure from his tone that he’s being sarcastic but you do find that shocking, “Well clearly nobody else has eyes or ears because between your voice, your music, your eyes— my poor knees didn’t stand a chance.” 
A loud laugh fills the van, “You’re too kind sweetheart.”
He keeps driving while you inspect the old radio, “What were you listening to?” Secretly making predictions based on what you saw in his room. You popped the cassette out and couldn’t stop the giggles, “1984 huh? Were you hot for teacher Eddie?”
“You caught me,” he pulled into the restaurant parking lot, “Let’s get inside. I’m starving!”
Every interaction you’ve had with Eddie so far has been surprisingly comfortable. He is incredibly easy to talk to and you can’t help but let the conversation flow as if you’ve known one another for years. Which of course is proven false as your conversation continues after the waitress walks away. 
“So when Robin told me I had to meet her smokin’ hot, kinky teacher friend, she didn’t really tell me much else. How long have you lived in Hawkins? And I gotta ask, why the hell did you choose to take up residence in a shit hole like this?” He leaned in on both elbows, body language bracing to absorb every word you were about to say. 
“I moved here about a year ago from the city, and honestly? I chose Hawkins because it was the farthest thing from what I was used to. I needed a change.”
“Looking to try something new sweetheart?” His saccharine tone was so soothing. 
Your mind flutters. Considering just how much of the story of why you left you should reasonably share on a first date. You could just lay it all out there and tell him the full truth. That you left after breaking up with your boyfriend due to sexual differences, that nothing felt right after the two of you separated. Or you could just take the safe route and tell him that it was school that prompted you to move. You opted to respond with a shrug, “I found a job in my preferred grade level. It was just a bonus that I got to move as far away as possible.”
The waitress dropped off your appetizer. Eddie popped a bite into his mouth, “How long have you been teaching?”
“Mm, these are good,” you finish your bite and answer, “5 years. Took forever to find a job out of college but I love it. Most days,” you laugh.
“I honestly don’t know how you do it.”
You laughed, “I take it you don’t like kids?”
If he was caught off guard by the question he gave no indication, “Henderson drives me fucking crazy sometimes and he’s a damn adult now. I don’t think I could spend all day with kids. You said you teach 2nd grade right? How old are your students? Do they have teeth?”
Even the waitress chuckled, having overheard his bizarre question as she dropped off your dinner. You had been asked a lot of odd questions about your job but this one was definitely a first. It took a moment for you to regain your composure and stop laughing, “Yes Eddie they have teeth, although this is the time when they are falling out. But they are far more capable at this age than most people seem to think.”
The conversation flowed smoothly as the two of you continued eating. Although you were clearly focused more on each other than your food, “Ok your turn! How long has your band been together?”
“Since middle school if you can believe it. Used to drive my Uncle Wayne crazy with my horrible playing.” 
“You lived with your Uncle?” 
His head fell, “Yeah. Lived with him until he died of a sudden heart attack a few years ago.” Your face rightfully so quickly turned somber, “Sorry, this is supposed to be fun first date stuff and I’m over here making it sad.”
Your arm reached across the table and held his hand, “I would have loved to meet him. If he raised you I’m sure he was a wonderful man.”
“He was,” he fidgeted trying to get back on topic, “But yeah anyhow, it wasn't until a few years ago that we started to actually get somewhere. Word of mouth does wonders for a reputation. Started getting offers to play outside of Hawkins and it just took off! We just got back in town last week from Michigan.”
“That’s incredible! You’re on the road to living that rockstar life. Your original songs were so good, you wrote them right?”
A hint of blush appeared on his cheeks, “Yeah it’s me. How’d you know?”
“Intuition,” you smiled at him and enjoyed the moments of silence that followed, “When Robin called me yesterday and told me I needed to meet you I’ll be honest I wasn’t sure what to expect.”
His curiosity peaked, “Oh yeah? I can only imagine what she told you.”
Hiding your smile behind your hand, you swallowed your bite of food, “She called you a, and I quote, weird stoner nerd boy who still plays dungeons and dragons.”
His laugh was so genuine you couldn’t help the warmth growing in your chest, “She nailed it! I’m all of the above sweetheart.”
“I’ve always wanted to give that game a try. We should play together sometime.”
“Nothing would bring me more joy than to be your dungeon master,” he leaned in close as he spoke and raised a cocky brow, “in more ways than one.”
“Did we leave any room for dessert?” It wasn’t often that you found yourself ordering dessert on a first date but when the waitress came around again you looked into Eddie’s eyes and found mischief.
He ordered for you, “Can we get that brownie with ice cream? Thanks.”
After she was gone Eddie’s gaze intensified, “Here’s what’s going to happen sweetheart. You were quite the open book last night, spilling all your deep dark fantasies to me. But there’s still a lot I want to know. So we’re going to play a little game, how does that sound?”
“Sounds like fun sir, how does it work?”
“Nothing complicated. If you answer a question you get a bite of dessert. 
After an evening of playing nice, the brat resurfaced, “I get to ask you questions too, right sir? A one sided game wouldn’t be very fair now would it?”
“Of course, let’s start shall we? Get a few practice rounds in before the real fun begins. The game is simple, I’ll give you two choices. Since our dessert has both, I want to know which one you are looking forward to more, chocolate or vanilla?”
“Chocolate,” you say without breaking eye contact, “I propose a new rule, no repeat questions. Appetizer or dessert?”
“Dessert always. Movie date or dancing?”
“Would dancing at one of your shows count? Because if yes then definitely dancing,” even in the dim restaurant lighting you watch his pupils dilate. You imagine him picturing what you would look like from his view on stage. Your body swaying and shaking to his music, a drink in your hand, not a care in the world. Consumed body and mind with his lyrics.
“You really had a good time?”
“Yes Eddie! I wasn’t just saying nice things because of how good your dick felt pounding—“
“Here’s your brownie,” the waitress looked like she wanted to get away from your table as fast as possible. Muttering how you should let her know if you needed anything else before practically running away.
Mortified thinking about how much of your previous statement she heard you clear your throat and changed the subject, “Cats or dogs? Now keep in mind there is a correct answer.”
He laughed at your flustered expression, “I assume this will be on the test teach? I never was one for studying. Cats,” his hand lifted the spoon placed alongside the brownie by the kitchen staff, “Here’s where things get interesting sweetheart. Blindfolds or handcuffs?”
Oh. So this is his game, “Handcuffs.”
“Good girl,” he scooped a perfect bite of equal parts warm gooey brownie and cold creamy vanilla and raised it to your lips. Leaning in across the table you opened your mouth, licking your lips before taking the spoon into your mouth. Savoring that first bite before swallowing. 
“My turn,” you swiped the spoon from him, “Late night sex or morning sex?”
“Sex is good anytime of day with the right person,” a sentimental glimmer shone in his eye, “Morning.”
Honestly you had been expecting the former, thinking he’d say something cheeky like the freaks come out at night or Are you afraid of the dark? 
He took your instance of hesitation and swooped in, grabbing the bite you crafted for him and regaining control of the spoon, “Spanked with a toy or with my hand?”
You felt your brain get stuck on the word my as you tried to not let him see he was winning. The ease with which he assumed of course it would be his hand. Not just any hand. His hand. The smug look in his eyes knowing your response already. Like there wasn’t a chance in hell that you would choose cold leather over, “Your hand.” He knew damn well he didn’t need to respond as he held your prize out to you. Letting your tongue lick every bit of that spoon clean while trying to think of a good question. 
“Oh! Giving or receiving oral?”
He smirked, “Excited by that one are we?” You waited for his answer. Holding out the dripping mess that was slowly becoming your brownie. He grabbed your wrist and brought the sweet treat to his mouth. His tongue started lapping greedily at the base of the shining silver still clutched in your hand, where the melting ice cream was dripping. His deep brown eyes locked with yours. Wet clicking noises seemed to echo through the seemingly silent restaurant as the tip of his tongue pressed into the small dip and lifted the sticky brownie up into his mouth. You sat mesmerized, barely aware of your self control disintegrating as he took hold of the now clean spoon with his mouth and pulled it right out of your hand. Sliding it down his lips with a smack. 
Finally he spoke, “Giving.” Having left you dizzy, he wasted no time readying his next attack, “Fucking you right here on this table or carrying you to the bathroom and pinning you up against the wall?”
How? How is he already so good at taking what little bits of information you’ve given him and using them to fuel your fire? In barely 24 hours this man has learned your name, what turns you on, and how to make you wetter than your other partners could only dream of. 
“Well? I’m waiting sweetheart.”
Despite the sugary sweet coating, your throat felt dry, “Right here. O-on the table.”
He let out a pleased moan, “So good. We didn’t get to any rules last night but here’s your first one. Always answer out loud. Leave no room for doubt, I want to hear you. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir.” 
“It’s your turn pretty girl.”
The brownie was nearly gone and so was your composure, “Um, spanking or choking?”
His fingers gripped one another. Flexing tightly as he twisted one of the large silver skulls on his hand, “Choking.”
With his final scoop your game was over, “Last question sweetheart. My bed or my van?”
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1-21: Till The World Ends
Part 21 of ??
Pairings: Reggie x Reader, Luke x Julie, Alex x Willie
Summary: (Y/n) (L/n) has been able to see and feel ghosts ever since she was little, which made it hard to tell the ghosts from the humans. Everyone has always thought she was a bit crazy, even her best friends, Julie and Flynn. But when three ghosts with a love for music appear in Julie's garage, suddenly (Y/n) doesn't seem so crazy anymore.
Song: Till The World Ends (Britney Spears)
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*Reggie’s P.O.V*
I appeared in front of (Y/n)'s house, hearing music coming from the house in front of me. It wasn't to loud that it would disturb the neighbors, only sounding like a window was open and was being heard from the window. 'She wouldn't be playing music now. Would she?' My brows furrowed a little as I stared at the giant house in front of me. Quickly poofing away, I reappeared inside the house in front of the closed front door.
I could hear the music coming from up the stairs a few feet away, my eyes stayed trained on the hallway at the top of the steps and stepped forward to go up them. A hiss could be heard, causing me to look down in front of me, seeing a black cat jump in front of my feet, seeming to get defensive. The cats back was arched, fur sticking up as if to make itself look bigger. My eyes stayed trained on that cat, curiously leaning down towards it.
'(Y/n) didn't have a cat. At least not that I remember. Maybe she was hiding it or something...'
A small smile graced my lips "Hey buddy, where did you come from?" I slowly brought my hand down to pet it, only for the cat to bring his claw up and quickly scratch me. "Ow! Hey! You scratched me!" Quickly bringing my hand back towards me, I gripped my hand, as if to cover up the wound. When suddenly it dawned on me, eyes widening a little in surprise "You..." looking from the red scratch on my hand to the cat in front of me "You scratched me." My smile seemed to grow a bit bigger, voice filled with curiosity.
"How did you do that?"
Finding this whole situation to be crazy and interesting. The black cat didn't say anything, just sitting down in front of me, holding an almost bored look on its face. The feline's blue eyes rolled before gesturing over towards the stairs with its head. My eyes looked over towards the stairs, before looking back at the cat in front of me, who was currently strutting away, tail up moving back and fourth behind it. I stood up letting out a small "Huh" Watching the black feline make its way into the living room before hopping on the couch. "Weird..." I mumbled, all while looking back up at the top of the stairs.
I was quick to poof away, only to reappear at the top of the stairs, hearing the music echoing down the hallway I was quick to follow it. As I grew closer, the music grew louder, along with a voice I've grown all to familiar with, only it sounded a lot more slurred than normal. "I can't take it, take it, take no more!" I chuckled while stopping outside of (Y/n)'s bedroom door. "Never felt like, felt like this before" listened to her slurred singing, I could tell that she was probably drunk. "(Y/n), it's Reggie. Can I come in?" She didn't hear me and just continued singing.
"Come on, get me, get me on the floor."
Shrugging my shoulders a little, almost as if to brace myself as to what I would be walking in on. "DJ what you, what you waiting for?" Phasing right through the door my eyes drifted around the room, noticing about 3 or 4 empty bottles scattered across the floor. My eyes landed on (Y/n) soon after, currently still in the same red sequin dress from earlier, dancing and swaying to the music, bottle in hand. She let out small giggles and laughs here and there, my eyes stayed glued onto her, feeling heat rise to my cheeks as I watched the scene in front of me. My throat grew dry as I mumbled out "Shit." My eyes drifted up her body as she danced, from her legs which seemed to not stop moving, to her hips that my hands were just itching to grab and bring close to my own, all the way up to her gorgeous (e/c) eyes that were closed as she focused on the music around her.
I shoved my hands in my jacket pockets, as to stop myself from going over there and grabbing her in my arms. Swiping my tongue across my lips, while watching her bring the bottle up to her lips and finish what was left of it, I bit down on my bottom lip, her eyes suddenly opened, meeting my own. My heartbeat quicken as she dropped the now empty bottle, yelling excitedly "Hey! You're cute!" All while giggling and walking towards me, tripping over her own feet in the process, causing her to fall forward. Luckily, she was only a few feet away so I was quick to catch her in my arms to stop her from falling. She let out a few more giggles, a wide blissful smile on her face, which caused a smile of my own to appear. "You alright?" I asked while helping her stand back up, she didn't answer my question and just stared at me while placing her hands on my cheeks.
I let out a small chuckle as she squished my cheeks together, letting out a small giggle of her own "Mr.Handsome" she stated causing a blush to coat my cheeks as I let out a small awkward laugh, pulling her hands away from my face I was quick to state "(Y/n). Your drunk." She shook her head letting out a small laugh, I wasn't holding her arms tightly so she easily pulled them out of my grasp. Leaning her face a little closer to mine, and I didn't stop her, my breath hitched as I thought she was going to lean in for a kiss, only for her eyes to look up at my hair, her hands feeling and touching my dark locks. I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling of her hands in my hair "So soft." She stated, causing me to hum a little in response, only really paying attention to her hands in my hair.
I felt her breath on my neck as my eyes suddenly shot open, my hands that currently were wrapped around her waist pushed her back almost instantly. Looking from my hands to the girl that I've been infatuated with since the moment I saw her. 'I must've pulled her closer without even realizing it.' A frown sat on her face as I let out a small huff, running my fingers through my hair to fix it. "Why don't you smell?" The question that came from her lips threw me off guard for a second, as I looked at her in utter confusion "What? What are you talking about?" I couldn't tell if the look on (Y/n)'s face was determination or anger as she strutted closer to me once again.
"I said that you don't smell. Why don't you smell like anything?"
She grabbed me by the collar of my leather jacket with both hands, yanking me more towards her. I let out a small grunt in surprise, heat rising to my cheeks once again from how close our faces were to each other "S-Smell? You smelled me?" (Y/n)'s eyes narrowed before letting out a small aggravated huff "Why. Don't. You. Smell." The demanding tone, and amount of dominance coming from the beautiful girl in front of me, mixed in with the mingling of our breaths, our lips just inches apart caused a jolt of excitement to flow through me. 'Shit.' I thought feeling my pants growing tighter than they should be.
Quickly getting out of her grip, I answered her fast "I'm a ghost! That might be why I don't have a smell!" I needed to get out of this situation as fast as I can, before anything else happens. She stared at me for a few seconds and I prayed to god she wouldn't notice the problem I was currently having. I was about to turn around and leave, when she suddenly grabbed onto my arm grabbing my attention, a smirk sitting on her lips.
"Dance with me cowboy."
My eyes widened as I was suddenly pulled over to her. (Y/n) guided my hands onto her hips, seeing as how I was trying to avoid touching her. Her hands rested in my hair once again as she swayed her hips to the beat of the music, letting out small giggles here and there. Suddenly she turned around, causing my grip on her waist to tighten a little as she stood flush against my body, her arms up, hands still in my hair and on my face, sliding down a little, moving her ass against-
I was quick to push her off me once again as quickly as I could "Okay! Time for bed!" I stated as I suddenly lifted her up over my shoulder, she let out a giggle and asked "Are we going to bed together? I'd like that." I could feel my cheeks heat up a little from that statement, only for me to shake my head and not respond. After shutting her speaker off, I put her on the bed and went to go grab the chair at her desk only for her to grab my arm and yank me back "Where are you going pretty boy?" I tried to pull my arm out of her grip, only for her to end up hugging my arm. "You aren't going anywhere" she stated with a small giggle, as her eyes started to close.
I let out a small sigh as I listened to her talk "hey, psst, hey, you would be such a sexy cowboy." She stated with her eyes closed, I let out a small chuckle. I don't know what came over me as a smile appeared on my lips, brushing a few strands of hair out of her face "Whatever you say beautiful." She mumbled something in response but I couldn't hear it "what was that?" I asked only to get a response of silent snores. 'So much for getting answers.' I thought, my eyes staying glued onto the beautiful sleeping girl in front of me. "Maybe if I wasn't a ghost, then I'd finally have an actual shot." I stated, in a solemn tone, laying my head down next to hers.
'What the hell am I saying?'
Shaking my head and lifting it up, a small huff left my lips. Sending a glare down at the sleeping (h/c) in front of me 'All relationships end the same. If I commit to this, we'll just end up like my parents.' My eyes moved over to the open window a little ways away from her bed, my thoughts drifting elsewhere. 'I'm sure they've divorced by now. I wonder how Angie took it, if they did...' my thoughts were cut short as (Y/n) tugged my arm even closer to her, rubbing her face against my arm to get comfy.
My eyes stayed glued onto her, suddenly acting on instinct as I ran my fingers through her hair, getting it out of her face so I could look at her. I felt my heart beat a bit faster just from watching her sleeping form, a smile unknowingly graced my features "You have no idea what you do to me. And I hate that you're able to do it." I stated frustrated, letting out a small sigh, I kneeled by her bed. Deciding to watch her for the rest of the night, ‘just to make sure she doesn't choke on her own throw up' is what I told myself. But deep down I knew that the real reason I wanted to stay, was because I just wanted to be near her,to be able to hold her in my arms and call her my girl.
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*(Y/n)’s P.O.V*
My head pounded as I let out a groan in pain, hearing the loud chirps from the birds outside bouncing around in my head, making my headache worse. Opening my eyes slowly, the sun shined in my face, groaning and gripping my head in pain, I rolled over to face the other side of my bed. The chirping continued, causing my face to scrunch up in annoyance, the pounding in my head getting worse as the chirping only seemed to get louder and louder.
Growling out "That's it." I was quick to throw the covers off and stand up, only for me to get blessed with a dizzy spell, feeling my stomach churn, bile started to make its way up from my stomach. Before I was able to even make it to the window, I covered my mouth and quickly ran out my bedroom door. "Well, good morning beaut— (Y/n)?" Reggie was standing outside my door, tray in hand, I was quick to run past him toward the bathroom, hearing the tray fall to the floor.
Throwing the door open, I was quick to collapse over the toilet, having eaten nothing last night, the only thing I threw up was stomach bile. I felt Reggie's hands grab my hair, pulling it back away from my face as I vomited. I could feel Reggie place a hand on my back, rubbing it as if trying to comfort me in his own way. Once I felt okay enough, I flushed the toilet and leaned back away from it, Reggie let go of my hair, letting it fall back down over my shoulders. "Feeling better?" He asked while sitting down against the wall opposite of me.
I stayed quiet for a couple of seconds, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, feeling to tired to get up and rinse my mouth out. Looking down at the red sequin dress I still had on from the night before, having no recollection of what happened after I went to my room last night. My forehead creased in thought, bringing my eyes up to look back into Reggie's forest green ones. "What happened last night?" I asked, the pain in my head causing me to bring a hand up to it, as if to stop my head from hurting.
"What do you remember?"
I closed my eyes, face scrunching up in thought "I remember... I was in my bed, listening to music... and having a couple of drinks..." I tried to remember anything that happened later that night, but my mind went blank. "After that, it gets all... fuzzy." Reggie let out a small chuckle in amusement "Good, I don't think you'd want to remember what happened." Covering my face in embarrassment I let out a groan as I slowly leaned my head back behind me, careful as to not make my head hurt more than it already does. "Please, tell me I didn't do anything embarrassing." Bringing my hands away from my face, I stared up at the ceiling for a second or two, only for my head start pounding, causing me to bring my head back down to look at Reggie.
The dark haired bassist in front of me, held a small smirk on his face "Well, I wouldn't say embarrassing... more like surprising." Shrugging his shoulders he looked off to the side, while running a hand through his dark brown hair. I let out a small huff, not quite understanding what he was implying. I was about to say something, only for Reggie to continue "Besides..." his eyes drifted back over to look into my own. A smile gracing his lips, his eyes shining with an emotion I couldn't quite place.
"It was nice to see you so care free and confident."
My heart practically skipped a beat, heat rising to my cheeks. I wanted to respond but my mind drew a blank, not knowing what to say. The two of us stared at each other for, I don't even know how long, my lips twitching up into a small smile, which only caused Reggie's to broaden. Clearing his throat the dark haired boy stood up "Well I'll let you get ready." Reggie walked off toward the open door but I was quick to stop him "For what?" Turning around to look back at me, he crossed his arms, leaning his shoulder against the doorway.
"School. What else?"
He asked, a smile sitting on his face, staring down at me. I sent him a confused look, causing him to chuckle "(Y/n), it's Tuesday." My eyes seemed to widen at the sudden realization "Crap!" I was quick to get up, Reggie let out a laugh while being pushed out the door so I could get ready for school.
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By the time I was done getting changed and ready it was 8:50 which meant that I was late. 'Shit. I'll have to think of a good excuse or else they'll call my uncle and that won't go over well. At all with him.' I made my way down the stairs, all while trying to put my socks on my feet. Reaching the bottom of the steps I quickly grabbed my bag along with my keys. "What the hell are you doing?" Arius hopped off the couch he was watching me from, making his way over to me as I stopped at the door to put on my shoes.
Looking up at the black cat who now sat directly in front of me "Unlike you, I have to go to something called, school." Arius' blue cat eyes narrowed at me, Reggie suddenly appeared next to me causing me to jump"Who are you talking to?" My eyes shifted down to my shoes as I slid my foot into one of the shoes "The dumb ass cat." Arius growled at me "You better watch it witch" I glared at the black cat in front of me "Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do? Scratch me?" I spat out angrily before turning my attention back to my shoes.
Sliding my other foot in the next shoe Reggie was quick to ask "Wait, can you hear the cat talking?" I shook my head before getting up and swinging my bag over my shoulder. "Reggie, I'd rather save all of these questions for when I'm not late for school." He nodded his head a little "Yeah. Yeah, of course." I was quick to grab the knob on the front door, swinging it open I was about to leave.
"Oh wait! Wait!"
I let out an angry huff and turned around to respond, only to find Reggie gone. Looking down, I watched Arius walk out the door, only to sit down in front of me, as if waiting for me. "The hell do you think you're going?" Arius brought his back leg up to scratch himself with his foot. "I'm going with you." I stared him down angrily, wondering how dumb this cat could be. "No you are not. Incase you don't know, animals aren't aloud at school." Arius brought his foot back down as he shook hit head, as if to fix his messed up fur. "This isn't my only form you know." I huffed in annoyance and was about to respond only for a voice to grab my attention behind me.
"Hey!"
Turning around I was met with a bottle of pills to be tossed at me. I quickly caught it before looking back up at Reggie "That's for the headache. And this.." a granola bar was then tossed at me, causing me to catch it as well. "Is for breakfast." As I stared at the dark haired bassist across from me, I felt myself calming down as a smile made its way to my lips. "You're getting good at that." Reggie shrugged, sending a smile back my way in return, shoving his hands in his pockets. "I've been practicing." I nodded in response, letting a small chuckle pass my lips.
Saying a quick "I can tell." It went quiet between the two of us, as we stared at each other from across the room. I was the first to snap out of things, clearing my throat I shook my head "Well, I uh...better go." Reggie nodded his head "Right. School." I nodded my head, looking back into his shining green eyes, I gripped the door knob "So uh...bye." I quickly stated feeling my heart rate increase the more I stared at him. I didn't give him time to respond as I stepped out the door, quickly shutting it behind me.
I let out a small sigh, leaning my head back against the door as I closed my eyes. I tried to wait for my heart to stop racing and my mind to stop reeling. As the only thing on my mind at the moment was Reggie, i could feel the desperate pull in my chest just begging me to open the door and run over to him. But I can't. I can't be with him. No matter how much I want too.
"He doesn't know, does he?"
My eyes snapped open as my head shot down to look at Arius. Letting out a small huff, I shook my head, my right hand came up to grip one of my backpack straps tightly. I walked off past the black cat in front of me, making my way towards my truck, Arius followed close behind. "I can feel the pull to him that you have. It's strong. Stronger than anything I've ever felt before." Opening the door to the back seat I threw my backpack in the back seat. "Why don't you just tell him the truth?" Slamming the door shut I angrily turned around to face Arius.
"Oh yeah? And then what? He's a ghost Arius! I can't tell him. And even if I did what makes you think he'd believe me?"
Opening the driver door, I paused to wait for his response "Because it goes both ways. You aren't the only one feeling that pull (Y/n). He feels it as well, it might not be as strong as yours but it's still there." I shook my head in denial, but overall deciding to drop the conversation entirely, not wanting to talk about it anymore. Letting out a small sigh I got out of the way of the drivers seat as I asked "You coming?" Arius looked at me, then looked back up at the drivers seat. Jumping up into the truck, he moved over to the passenger seat.
I got in right after him, shutting the driver side door, I looked over, watching as Arius curled up in the passenger seat. Putting the key in the ignition I started the truck and looked over at the black cat, expecting him to change into a different form. "What the hell are you staring for?" I narrowed my eyes a little before answering "You said you had another form, so change into it." A noise sounding close to a scoff, left from the cat next to me.
"First of all, it's called shifting, okay? and I'm not shifting into shit unless I have too. Now drive."
I let out a huff in aggravation my grip around the steering wheel tightening a little. "Well whatever it is just do it. Because I'm not moving until you look like a human." Arius shook his head before letting out a yawn and laying sideways, eyes closed as if he were going to sleep. "Well then, tough luck, because I'm not shifting. So unless you don't want to go to school at all I suggest you get going." I rolled my eyes but looked back out through the windshield and started driving off, knowing that there was no way I was going to win that argument.
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The Magnus Archives Liveblog- MAG 9 A Father's Love
It's been a little bit since I livebloged the last episode, but (by golly!) I'm gonna keep going (at least until the end of season 1).
02:13- Stop whispering at me Johnathan!
02:47- Oh, you know what would be a fun premise for a show (maybe a miniseries) a true crime podcast investigates the murders of a number of people in their town. As they reveal more and more the podcaster realizes the murderer is closer to home then they like. I feel like that could be a real fun thriller.
04:56- 40 PEOPLE! GIRL WAS HE EVER HOME!!! 40 people in 5 years is 8 people a year. That is a lot of people for something like murder.
09:08- Time to call a plumber, I guess.
10:07- Oh, he was a cop! That explains how he was able to kill so many people (I'm not even talking about in the political way, I'm literally talking about the fact that his knowledge of how crimes are investigated would very much serve him on his quest for death. Not to mention he has access to things that your average murder just wouldn't.)
14:11- You know if Julia ever decides to take vengeance upon her father, she'd be a perfect candidate for the Batfamily. Who among the BatFam hasn't had a murdering father (essentially everyone but Steph and Cass (and for a period of time Jason maybe).
21:17- Uh oh, Poppa's trying to summon ~the horrors~
22:28- I just know this woman doesn't get the access to therapy she needs. I mean, as a therapist, where do you even begin with a story like this.
25:07- Oh....no.
27:40- Once again I must ask, how can Julia ever cope after this image is grafted into her brain!
28:06- Alright the silver had closed around an eye is clearly important. I will save that little image in my mind so I can pull it out when future episodes come around.
29:55- Man this guy should have gotten into butchery or Tarot lore or something other than straight up murder for occult purposes.
30:44- Oh snap! Teeth dude! Alright, it's starting to braid together.
31:15- Sound personal.
Okay, so,as I've mentioned in my other liveblogs, I'm really waiting her so I can see how all of the stories blend together and also because as a person who makes fiction podcasts I feel like i should at least listen to one of the most popular shows in the medium.
I like how it's blending together already. So we have the connection with this episode and the episode with the teeth. We also had that mention of the strange woman in a few episodes. I'm excited to see where this goes.
I will say, while I'm listening to the episodes I feel not necessarily disengaged but it feels sort of quotidian. However, after the episode ends and I really think about the implications of the episode I become more intrigued. I think that might be the single narrator kicking in. Those aren't my favorite type of shows as they are hard for me to stay engaged in, especially since Jon speaks so monotonously through the episode, but the stories he's telling are interesting and thinking about it afterwards gives more more of that imaginative thrill.
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DNP Rewatch: Viewers Pick My Outfits 2!
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Date video was published: 12/21/2020 (X)
DNP Main Channel Rewatch: 432
The sequel to the first VPMO back in 2017! He did say at the end of that one that he might do it again...it just took three years.
Phil originally asked for clothes suggestions for this video at the end of November, so there was a lot of time for anticipation of when he was going to post it. He teased posting this video on Instagram with a picture of a pile of some of the clothes and Dan teased his presence too.
0:00 - what a start. also, the first time we saw the “living flat” furniture fully in the “filming flat” ...getting closer and closer to the new house announcement
0:08 - Phil really does gesture with his whole body when he’s doing a standing-up video
0:12 - Dan voice! and great editing choice there by Phil with that old calendar picture 😂
0:16 - annnnnd Phil already not looking at the camera
0:28 - Phil went with “pajamas” but Dan’s just letting everyone know he’s just wearing pants. Phil reacts to that too
0:36 - he had let people know that he would be picking a couple outfits this time, but Dan would still choose most
0:53 - Dan already coming in with the compliments
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1:18 - obsessed with Dan saying “I’m gonna make you blur that” as if Phil wasn’t constantly shirtless in his early YouTube videos. I really would love to have seen Dan’s facial expression reaction to that
1:40 - love the editing here! and the shared jacket! Phil really did steal it, didn’t he
2:07 - the NASA Vans Dan got him for his birthday in 2019
2:20 - nervous-Phil hands
2:33 - the choice of that ripped jeans photo specifically...that Dan took, captioned, and posted
2:49 - awwww, young Phil 🥺
3:04 - them making gay jokes together in videos...is so much
3:10 - constantly living for Dan’s commentary
3:24 - tbh I think Phil looks really good in that leather jacket
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3:22 - Dan does not like it when things make Phil look not like “Phil”
3:47 - “my hips don’t lie, Dan” 😂
4:23 - Phil immediately laughing at himself. this grew on him though! he still wears that striped t-shirt at least, and he worse the whole top for his plants calendar. (also, bonus Dan in it from the Stereo era)
4:33 - Dan with the modeling advice just makes me thing of the “work that rock” moment. also Mr English language degree not knowing what “aloof” is is hilarious. And Dan hyena laugh!
4:42 - his glasses had broken back in November...had he just not been wearing them?
5:06 - sweater paws 🥺
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5:30 - Phil tongue thing! Dan is hyping things up
5:33 - the frog sounds in editing are just the cherry on top 😂
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5:46 - crocks and socks! I wonder if Phil started wearing the crocks around the house. he ended up keeping a lot of this stuff (maybe because charity shops were closed?) but it did give us bonus Dan wearing this too
6:08 - “my dignity” king of comedy
6:31 - love Phil picking the heeled boots for himself!
6:42 - those pants just look horrendously uncomfortable
6:55 - Dan with the little “careful”
7:08 - zooming right in on his own ass in editing
7:14 - Dan can’t not compliment something about every outfit
7:26 - sometimes I forget Phil is as tall as he is, but then you see just how much leg he has
7:42 - “cheap version” indeed
7:48 - very faint Dan reflection
7:50 - leaving this ass bit in too, lol
8:06 - lots of blurring in this video. that Dan keeps requiring! 😂 
8:25 - it really does look like a clown outfit
8:48 - and more posing advice from Dan
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8:58 - I enjoy that Phil zooms in on the empty door when Dan’s talking to him but he’s not visible
9:07 - Dan struggling for breath because he’s laughing too much. at least he didn’t put his shoes back on like he did with the cheese costume in the first VPMO 😂
9:14 - Dan clearly did not look closely at this at all before he picked it. “pump me hard” I can’t
9:26 - arms. 👀 and lots of leg 👀
9:32 - a bit too late to pull it down...
9:36 - not helping! 😳
9:52 - he’s still not over the brown sweater thing he talked about in Exposing My Browsing History!
9:55 - “and there’s the ass again” thanks for pointing that out Dan
10:16 - I don’t think it’s bad! and he ends up wearing the jacket in a later video. he tweeted about round glasses back in 2019
10:26 - I love both of them just saying whatever pops in their head and then responding to the other
10:38 - inventing an AU...of course Dan would
11:04 - also wore that turtleneck later!
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11:08 - I love that Phil thinks he looks good! he should! 😊
11:44 - “nice to know that after all these years, he’s still fucking weird” 😭
11:48 - you can tell Dan just KNEW this would look good on Phil when he handed it to him. “look at you now” 🥺 Phil looks so confident in it too
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12:04 - Phil in both blue and black...the ultimate combo
12:14 - Dan is so thrilled with absolutely everything Phil puts on. Dan knew Phil would like this sweater too when he picked it out! also...it having moons on it and the potential “moon” pet name thing 🥺
12:25 - Phil just making Dan laugh here
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12:36 - Dan has a story for every “character”
13:13 - amazing. also, WHY did he have the skirt tucked up to make it even shorter? what a choice
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13:28 - the contrast of “nightmare, ask who?!” followed by “bro, pull up your fishnets” 😂😂 this makes me laugh every time I watch it
13:33 - Dan is not holding it together at all and how could you
13:55 - “oooo...I don’t know about any of this” the roleplay is for later I guess 😳
14:05 - I love that THAT is the line Phil will not cross on camera 
14:17 - why DO the ears actually work on Phil somehow
15:02 - “the Phil dress? is this a thing?” ...it is; the Phil dress was seen previously in Clicking on RISKY links people send me!
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15:20 - somehow he’s not wrong...it should be more disturbing than it is
15:37 - I feel like that’s very true. so much growth for Phil too over the years, not just Dan!
15:41 - a lot of leg in this video. Phil used “fighting bears” as a reason for bruises several times over the years, including this tweet from 2017
15:54 - ah, mems of THE PHOTO BOOTH CHALLENGE 🥺 also he’s pulling it up and making it dangerously short there
16:12 - I feel like there were a lot more actually good things than in the first VPMO!
16:39 - just now realizing how short that actually is 👀
16:46 - “you will get through this video” kind of comedy Phil immediately ready with that 😂
17:05 - the “meow” bit at the end!
Love this video. Love everything about it. One I still rewatch fairly regularly. I still can’t believe we got a pco, quiff-Phil one. Also, how appropriate that this is the video that sparked Dan’s return of sorts and the joint content of 2022. When Phil talked about them still working together occasionally in the future in Draw My Life: Part 2, he drew a scene from the VPMO video.
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63rd Batch Of Fics: 3rd Fill
Hanzo/Cole – Trucker AU – Part 21 – just the tip – Cole doesn't have any restraint but he's plenty lazy so that's how this whole thing works.
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It occurs to Cole at some point that he does not have to hold Hanzo down any longer, so he loosens the grip he has around his hips and instead slides his hand up his spine, taking the hoodie with him some of the way. He wishes Hanzo would have gotten completely naked, but maybe he doesn’t want to show him his tattoo, not knowing that Cole already has seen it some time ago.
He drags his finger along the dip of his spine, up… and down… nice and slow. It’s less to pet the little tramp and more something for him to do with his hands while he rocks into him and gets himself off in what might be the slowest way possible.
Honestly, Cole hadn’t thought that Hanzo would be able to take him just like that, but apparently he’s even more talented than he would’ve assumed. How often has he spread his legs already to get a few miles closer to his goal? Cole can’t decide whether the thought annoys him or gets him even hotter.
It’s not like he doesn’t enjoy sloppy seconds – far from it, in fact. He’s already thinking about sliding into Hanzo’s used pussy once Roadie has had his fill, but still… the thought that this weird guy from last night might have gotten to rail Hanzo as well is sitting a bit odd with him.
Ah well… well it doesn’t fucking matter. What matters is that he can feel how wet his abdomen has become from Hanzo’s pre-cum as the kid desperately fights to not shoot his load before Cole. Maybe that’s a point of pride for him? Seems like the pampered kind. Maybe he really is a little yakuza heir, used to getting served front and back.
Oh and isn’t that a nice thought to have an uppity gangster bitch like him down in the slums, using his body for favors?
Well shoot – that suddenly upped the ante for him. He can feel an orgasm brewing in his sac and honestly he doesn’t have the time to try and hold it off. There’s still work to be done, cargo to drive, and he’s got his pocket cunt right there with him to use whenever he damn well feels like it.
So he just lets his body do what his body wants to do. It’s not skin off his nose.
.oOo.
There’s a deep growl. Hanzo’s overheated brain tries to figure out if there’s some kind of earthquake going on… but it turns out that it’s just Cole groaning as if he’s in pain, moments before the fat glans inside Hanzo starts to pulse out streaks of thick cum.
His eyes roll up into his head. The warmth and satisfaction he feels from getting filled up is nothing short of incredible. This stupid fat shit – who does he think he is, pumping Hanzo full and making him feel good about it. His whole body is tingling, skin tight and oversensitive, cock pulsing in time with his fast, pounding heartbeat until it aches-
The thing that tips the scales in the end is the sounds Cole is making, coupled with his breath, warm and soft right against Hanzo’s ear. He can’t pinpoint why that gets him off so hard, but something about that syrupy deep voice voicing its pleasure just touching something in him. Something feral and unrestrained that he doesn’t have any chance at keeping down.
His eyes roll up into his head as he begins to orgasm himself, load pulsing out of him and against the fat bastard’s abdomen. He’ll have to shower later to get Hanzo’s cum off of him.
At least he hopes that Cole will shower and not just… wipe it off or something. God, he’s such a disgusting pig.
.oOo.
Cole can see that Hanzo is very careful in sitting down a good couple hours later after they’ve both cleaned up and had a breakfast. He’ll have to drive a little fast and keep the next two or three breaks to a minimum, but it definitely was worth it. He feels relaxed and rested and the impending doom from being hunted by yakuza has retreated somewhat to the edge of his consciousness.
That probably isn’t such a good thing since it makes him less vigilant but… eh. Whatever.
He’s briefly playing with the idea of saying something about how careful the kid is sitting down but decides against it. He’s not in the mood to have him sulking and angry again; the last time has been more than enough. Don’t want him go storming off again and get him into damn trouble.
It’s only until Vegas. I get to fuck him a few times and then he can go his way and do whatever the Hell he wants to do there while I go on my merry way and live a long, wretched life.
They’re on the road for a while when his phone vibrates. He briefly glances on the display and the message when he throws it onto Hanzo’s lap.
“There. Do somethin’ productive and write whatever I tell you to.” He pauses and throws a squint toward the kid. “You… can read, yeah?”
The answer is a remarkably dirty glare. Every now and then, Hanzo lets his guard down enough to show some of the personality underneath. Cole isn’t sure whether he likes that personality, but he kind of enjoys finding out more about the little whore. He might have a nice cunt but that wouldn’t make up for being a boring little stick-in-the-mud.
“Mhkay. Then write this:”
.oOo.
Mako has the handle of his coffee cup carefully pinched between his finger and thumb, daintily bringing it for a sip to his face every now and then while he waits for his shift to begin. The days he’d work an hour for free are long gone… if there any were days like those in the first place.
He can’t really remember.
Cole replies quickly to his message… only that it turns out that it isn’t Cole at all.
Hello, this is Hanzo. Mister Cassidy told me to write to you.
He wants to make it clear that I was supposed to write ‘Daddy’.
Mako grunts softly and sits up a little straighter, the bench beneath him creaking ominously. The fuck is Cassidy doing now? Gettin’ fucking soft on a yakuza tramp?
“Idiot,” he mutters under his breath as he carefully puts down the coffee cup and takes his stylus to write.
You the tramp he picked up? 🐷
Yes, I am.
Where is he right now? 🐷
Driving. He can’t slow down and chat because he’s running late.
Mako starts typing but before he can reply, there is another message coming through.
He’s running late because I insisted he fuck me.
Mako’s eyelid begins to twitch. He pinches the bridge of his nose.
.oOo.
Hanzo had not really wanted to write this but he was already toeing a line and he figured if he played along with some shit for now, Cole might get more comfortable letting his guard down which could potentially make a few things easier.
He’ll just have to grit his teeth and bear the humiliations.
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shadlad24 · 1 year
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Episodic Ficlet #24 (Alternate): Safe
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“It’s Gabrielle who performed the miracle. …Din’cha?”
Grandmother? Uncle Meropes? Dazed orbs sought the faces of her loved ones with whom she had just reunited. The young bard gasped at what she saw instead. Xena’s looking at me with such love in her eyes. She’s even tearing up. No! Gabrielle mourned when the warrior princess pulled back from kissing her on the forehead. I don’t want this dream to end. A stuttered breath later, the girl panicked. Unless Xena’s dead too! Th-the temple!
Those strong arms cinched tighter around in her limp frame. “Ssh,” that voice soothed her. “It’s alright, precious. You’re safe. You’re safe now; I promise!”
“...Xena?”
“Yes, lovey?” Her voice catching on the endearment, the woman still laughed beneath watery eyes.
Gabrielle knew then she was still on the other side.
Or maybe not. The center of her chest began to ache terribly.
“I-it hurts,” she whispered. She soon passed out, for Xena immediately parted her top and kissed the forming bruise there.
“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” 
It had to be a dream.
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“I love you.”
Elven ears perked up, and Gabrielle let herself grin. “I know,” she told her dream lover. 
“Oh, ya do, do ya? I guess I don’t have to say it anymore then.”
Green-blue eyes shot open at that warm, teasing tone. Her hand rose to ensnare itself in the long, raven locks spilling into her face but found itself full of another hand. She’s even still holding me, the bard mused, utterly amazed.
“How-” Xena’s voice broke again. “How’re you feelin’, hon- huh?”
“Safe,” the bard murmured as she snuggled even closer to her hero.
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For the next few days, Gabrielle would not wake without dark hair in her eyes, warm breath tickling her temple, and powerful hands cradling her in some way.
We’ll have to come through this forest more often, she thought to herself with a soft but naughty grin. Then she would whine or whimper, and Xena would instantly spring to attention to wait on her hand and foot. Definitely challenge the warrior princess to stop a war at least once a season from here on out. 
A pointed poke in the nose and huff told her to not even try it. 
But Gabrielle knew that she would.
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Woo! 300th post! I debated writing this bit, figured it’d be a better conclusion to the season, and so went ahead and did it. Sue me. 😛 But yay! So much is complete now!
Season 1 FFLMs: #1 #2 #3 #4 #5 #6 #7 #8 #9 #10 #11 #12 #13 #14 #15 #16 #17 #18 #19 #20 #21 #22 #23 #24 + MFLMs: #1 #2
Season 2 FFLMs: #25 #26 #27 #28 #29 #30 #31 #32 #33 #34 #35 + MFLM: #3
Episodic Ficlets: #1 #1 (Truncated) #2 #3 #4 #4 (Alternate) #5 #6 #7 #8 #9 #10 #11 #12 #13 #14 #15 #16 #17 #18 #19 #20 #21 #22 #23 #24 + full Google Doc
Also, Adrienne Wilkinson is working with me on getting my first novel ready for publication. COOOOOOL!!! She’s seriously the best, y’all. Also-also, another Xenite helped me download all the Rift Arc episodes in HD. Now I can redo the images for a bunch of my posts! Yaaaaay! Which one should I do first? Lemme know! And celebrate this milestone with me, if you will! Thanks!
*Oh yeah. 375 words. Ahem.
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surveillance-0011 · 1 year
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Are you still doing requests for the splatbands ask game? If so, can we get 6 with Omega-3’s DJ? I love them so much 😭
Yep, and I’m always willing to talk about splatoon ^_^
And you have just opened Pandora’s box btw
6: headcanons for ω-3’s DJ
They/them maybe they/he. Like 18-21 in Splat2 and mid twenties at most by 3.
A Goldie. At least, genetically so. They have the intelligence and perhaps the longer life as well, but the looks are… off. Their scales don’t grow in right and they’re not as shiny. More of a dull metallic olive at the very least. They’re a lil self conscious abt it…
Pretty smart with tech and also has some street smarts. Struggled academically though.
Some of their rudeness is just from being too chummy and lax with people way too early on but they’re also just very disagreeable. Contrarian for the sake of it. Likes arguing and annoying people. The respect they hold for others is low- and even those they do respect in their mind sure as hell aren’t treated with it.
Doesn’t totally hate the other two, they do appreciate their presence and talent (+ vice versa) but they’re just… idk this is just how they are. They want things their way they think they can get away with being a total dick. But the other two can also be unbearable so it’s all back and forth and depends on the day and situation
Gets along better with the drummer bc they’re closer in age + the drummer isn’t nearly as stubborn or critical or bitchy as a certain cellist playing fish is… the two might live together too. Cellist lives on his own though maybe.
The cellist is their favorite person to fuck with. They always get on his nerves and they see anything he tells them not to do or whatever as a challenge. They generally dislike his state of authority in the band as they think he’s a bit too restrictive (though he does give them some leeway) and judgy, so they’ll take any chance to knock him down a peg.
And the Cellist gets frustrated that they rarely seem to take things seriously and their general attitude and whatnot.
Party animal. Pretty good and hyping up a crowd and keeping them that way.
Impulsive, makes a lot of bad decisions they end up regretting in both mundane and very serious situations. It’s only when consequences hit them that they start to feel bad but they can’t really stop. Don’t know how, don’t know if they even want to try. But they are more than a little self aware of the fact it’s becoming an issue.
Energetic but carries themself with a sort of unbothered, too-cool-for-school vibe. They try to be chill but they do get excited quite easily. They’re confrontational but try to never seem upset even when words or actions cut deep. If all that even makes sense.
Rough childhood in rough area. Shitty parents and an ok ish older sister. Music got them through the worst of it though their mother was very unsupportive of their goals. Soo they eventually just left, got enough money to start off with some odd jobs here and there and later gained financial stability through the band and perhaps some other things. I assume Goldies get some privileges esp regarding trade and finances bc they’re valuable members of society by default.
Their relationship with their sister is rough. A little distant and they argue a lot.
Familiar with Dedf1sh and her music. Doesn’t know her personally and is unaware of her fate but knows what many others do: that she was a talented musician who disappeared without a trace. They really want to know what happened to her.
The whole Grizzco situation is actually rlly fucking them up. they’re terrified. Worried sick abt the future but trying to appear OK abt it. But their anxiety and despair over it is strong and they can’t hold it together for much longer
But they do like laughing at particularly stupid Grizzco workers and runs that end in disaster for ‘em.
ALSO. My hc nickname for them is L.S./Ellis. Bc. Loyal Servant > L.S. > Ellis. Idk if or how the titles will be localized but until then this is what I’ve been calling em mentally.
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darkmasterofcupcakes · 11 months
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Character ask for Huey Duck: 10, 13, 16, 21, 22, and 23
10.) Describe the character in one sentence
A very good boy, but needs so many naps.
13.) Your favorite friendship they have
You know, this really makes me realize that Huey doesn't really seem to have a lot of friends? Even among his family, he doesn't seem particularly close to anyone in that way - his brothers are closer to each other than they are to him, and he barely spends any time with Webby. His only real friends seem to be Fenton and to maybe a lesser extent, Boyd. I'll probably pick Boyd because I feel like if we'd gotten more time to explore their friendship, it'd be adorable.
16.) A childhood headcanon
I mean, he still is a child (though I think he's actually at least close to being 13 by the end of the series, based on a few hints), but I'll take this as just being an earlier childhood headcanon is cases when the character is canonically a child.
This might actually be canon to a degree, but I imagine that when he was really young, he had even more trouble keeping himself calm when he got stressed or frustrated, and would sometimes have full on meltdowns that babysitters often thought were just tantrums. This resulted in at least a couple babysitters quitting because they couldn't handle it.
21.) When do you think they were at their happiest?
I think the happiest he was, honestly, was the time he spent in Tokyolk with Boyd. I mean, he was with someone who seemed to genuinely value him as a friend and just seemed to "get him"?
22.) When do you think they were at their lowest?
It's kind of hard to pick a lowest point for Huey, mostly because of how little we actually get to focus on him as a character, even in the season that was supposed to be primarily focused on him. And most of the time, when we see him at a low point, it doesn't seem particularly low compared to any others, and he seems to recover pretty quickly.
I guess maybe during "Challenge of the Senior Junior Woodchuck" just because I think that's the only time we really seem him get so focused on the thing that's stressing him out that he's basically hallucinating? Plus it's basically the only time we see him actually go against what are basically his morals, with how much he values the rules of being a Woodchuck.
23.) Future headcanon
I'm taking this a bit from my friend @ninja-librarian because it fits so well, but I think Huey would eventually take over as Duckburg's defender from Fenton, whether he fully becomes the new Gizmoduck, or simply creates his own superhero persona. However, I feel like he'd also want to stay involved with the Woodchucks, and would become a troop leader.
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geneticcatalyst · 1 year
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physically at work but mentally face down on the floor chewing on the timeline of qi ye like a cat with an electrical cord. if you stop and think about any of this shit it gets even more off the wall than it already was. like the key here is that the protagonists of this dark political intrigue are, throughout the main plot in all its murderous glory, basically high school/early college age. so, okay, cool, kids are smart and vicious all the time, even when they don't have past life memories as cheat codes.
we can do a little math for most of the main cast and say that wu xi ahould be about 21 by the end of the book having been a hostage for ten years, and he's the youngest. jby is maybe 2 years older? the main plot gets going when he's about 15 and I think by the end he would be about 22-23. working backwards from the start of tyk which is said to be 4ish years post hly's ascension, an approximately 28yo zzs would have been 24ish by the end of qi ye, making him a bit older than jby. still cool, they are my favorite evil little frat boys, even if they have been doing crimes together since they were old enough to drive. theres less clues about the other members of the cohort, lu shen and he yunxing (only took me 2 reads to remember their names sorry guys). lu shen we know was the prime scorer, but I don't know off the top of my head how old people taking the exam had to be or typically were. I still figure they are a bit older than jby because it just underscores the comedy of being several centuries old but also the baby of the group but also the one calling all the plays. they could be older than zzs, also a bit of a prodigy, as well. however, I think they're still pretty young and inexperienced for all their promise (though a grain of salt is necessary for jby's narrative perspective because he thinks almost EVERYONE is young and inexperienced). I don't think they're older than hly.
now with the forewarning that i did not come here to worry about age gaps in fictional fantasy guys who don't even end up together or anything like that (there are WAY weirder things happening in this book ok), the part that kills me is, of course, hly. who is stated to be older from his first introduction, but like. the novel tells us outright he took the throne at 30. he was hanging around with the murder boys when they were probably like 16 and 18 and hly was like, 25. this like is a grown ass man with like a college degree and a job talking politics with his best advisors who are like. high school juniors. and not only is hly's little squad not batting an eye at doing the murders and the war crimes to advance his political career, it fucking. Works. like. imagine being the elder scions (who are in turn I think 5-10 years older than hly, so, definitely whole adults in at least their late 20s-30s here) with all your court advisors with decades of experience just getting absolutely and irrevocably wrecked by your kid half brother and his teenage war cabinet. i can't.
(which is my one final thought on the matter- if it seems weird that hly's best friends are years younger than he is- and it is a little weird- the simplest explanation for that is just that his two older brothers probably befriended the other noble kids in their approximate age range before he got the chance, and even those closer to him couldve easily preferred to suck up to the more power hungry older brothers. of course hly got whoever was left. rip.)
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