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HALLOWSEVE

matt sturniolo fanfiction

contains ~ mask kink, party, drinking, smoking,running (you'll see what I mean), choking , slapping, (Nick names like ma baby slut and sir)SMUTTTTT

y/n pov~

I was getting ready to go to this party in a graveyard tonight.

you may be thinking why the actual fuck is someone throwing a party in a graveyard. Buuuuut that's a very normal in the small town I live in . Everybody's parents are either always home or they'll snitch if someone has a party without their parents knowing so we have all our partys in the graveyard.

the grave yard is on the west side of town which is the more rugged part most of the super hot bad boys with tattoos like on that side of town. my side of town is the more "proper" side . My parents expect me to get a's and b's always have a clean room and never do anything that will look bad and bring shame to their name.

I HATE MY FUCKING PARENTS like im just a girl who wants to go out have fun and make bad decisions from time to time so when hallows eve rolls around I get EXTRA fucking excited for the weekend.

This year im dressing chuckys bride Tiffani. I think the movies are a good laugh and I just love the makeup for it so it was an easy choice.

This is the entire outfit .

I had already put my dress on and decided to do some fake blood to spice up the look for some reason I feel really hot covered in blood.

I based my makeup on this look but just kept my normal eyebrows and drew them in black and shaped them a little thinner. I decided it was time to get my wig on.

My best friend Lena just got here so I went down to let her in and damn she looks so hot .

HEY BIIITCH

HEYYY YOU LOOK SO FUCKING HOT

YOU TOO ALL COVERED IN BLOOD AND SHIT

YOU DONT THINK ITS TOO MUCH

NO GIRL IT MAKES YOUR LOOK 10 TIMES HOTTER

OKAY GOOD LET ME GET MY STOCKINGS AND BOOTS ON THEN WE CAN START WALKING TO THE PART OKAY.

alright I'll wait in the living room.

okay ill just be a second

I went and threw on my stocking and boots and grabbed my pen and put it in my pocket in my jacket along with my phone.

Okay lets get going

we started walking and surprisingly the boots are easy and confortahbe to walk in so far . the walk is about 20 minutes.

we would drive but lena totaled her car last moth and since my parents are always gone on business trips they told me they didn't feel like buying me a car said it waisted their money. sooo yeah I don't have a car due to my parents greed. lovely right .

girl I can't wait to see the westside guys tonight.

same bitch same I need to see some men who actually have a personality and are hot all the guys on our side of town are boring

no for real they are bland and can't fuck for shit

I just know half these west side boys are crazy in bed

I bet they are dominant too

oooh bitch and if I see a man in a mask im jumping on his plain and simple

realest shit I've heard in weeks and trust girl if I see a man covered in tattoos with lights eyes and light hair he's mine plain and simple

you know I've always wanted to be fucked in a grave yard and chase through one and oh my god imagine a man dragging you into the crypts fuck that would be the best night of my life

fuckkk bitch that actually sounds like the actual hottest thing ever.

RIGHT LIKE DRAG ME DOWN THOSE STAIRS IN THE DARK AS I KICK AND SCREAM IN FEAR AS YOU DRAG ME BY MY HAIR AND THROW ME ON THE GROUND AS FUCK ME LIKE A SLUTTTT

damn girl you really need some dick tonight cause wow that was a lot

buuuuut I agree

hahah yeahhh that's if I can find a man worth my time you know im picky

yeah I know but hey I have a feeling this hallows eve is gonna be a good one

I fucking hope so

we start to get closer to the graveyard and start to hear faint music as we got closer

we got to the gates and saw a shit tone of people in the further back of the yard drinking and dancing the music was a lot louder now as we walked through the gates and over around the people who were dancing.

I pulled out my pen and took a couple hits handing it to lena to take a couple hits.

hey y/n I hear behind me I turn around to see its a guy from my chemistry class I don't remember his name and honestly I don't care to try .

umm hi

you look really hot I almost didn't recognize you

oh yeah what gave it away

your ass I could spot it from a mile away

oh how nice well if you'll excuse me i'm gonna go get a drink

oh um yeah okay we'll see you in class monday

mmhm yeah bye

I hate men like what the fuck you could have said my eyes or my hands or anything else but my fucking ass but noooo

I was walking over to the coolers the I spotted a tall man holding a ghost face mask in his hand talking to some other super hot guys .

they looked a bit older maybe early 20s but fuck me the one holding the mask is so hot i'm drooling . I bent over to grab a drink and he turned around looking at something deeper in the woods I followed his direction and saw a crypt slowly peep out of the shadows.

it looked so ominous and creepy which excited me but I looked back at him to find him starting at me .

I took a deep breathe as we made deep eye contact he started smirking at me and then made his way over to me I just stood here maintaining eye contact as a small smile crept onto my face.

I know I said I was picky but fuck the man is everything I want and more he's tall, blue eyes dark hair , a sexy ass smirk, and is covered in tattoos. He has a lure to him and im determined to find out what it is .

as he stands infant of me I have to look up to meet his gaze .

god his face looks like it was carved from the gods his jaw is so sharp and his cheekbones are so sculpted along with his very dead boy eye that drive me up a wall.

what's your name beautiful

I almost folded right then and there his voice is deep and demanding it send sock waves straight to my pussy.

y/n

it nice to meet you y/n

its nice to meet you too uuuh

matt

Matt its nice to meet you

so you in high school y/n

yep im a senior

nice nice so your like what 18

im a actually 19 I uh failed first grade

hmmm interesting

why is that interesting

it thought girls like you never failed anything so poised and perfect all the time

yeah well I guess it'll come as a shock to you im far from perfect and poised

oh really he says with a smirk

yep sure is

okay then what's the craziest thing you've done

I broke into my ex boyfriends house and smashed his car to pieces when I found out he was cheating on me

damn fiesty, I like that

yeah he messed with the wrong fucking bitch. most people think im little miss perfect when im actually just a psychotic mess

a very sexy psychotic mess

oh really

yeah princess this might come a shock but I don't normally talk to girls at these parties but there's something about you I just couldn't resist

as long as you don't say it was my ass well be good

why would I say it was your ass

ah some loser form one of my classes said the only reason he could tell I was me tonight was my ass because he could pick it out of a crowd pretty much

well that's objectifying

right like ew I mean yeah I know my ass is nice I mean I guess but why did he think that would make me like him

cause hes a little fucking high school boy

oh yeah so im guessing your not in high school anymore

nope graduated 2 years ago im 20

god I can't wait to be out of that hell whole and leave this town

yeah I get that small towns are meant for everyone

yeah its definitely not the place I wanna be living fir the rest of my life

same ... hey you wanna go for a walk go check out the crypts

id love too

he grabs my hand as we start walking further in the the grave yard I look back and see lena talking to one of his friends who I know is her type so she won't be missing me and I sure won't be missing her with Matt right next to me.

so you ever gonna it mask on matt

why do you want me too

maybe maybe not

I will later youll see

well that was kinda creepy wait your not taking me out her to murder me are you

no id never kill someone so beautiful it would be such a waste

I just looked up at him smiling at this point we already passed the first crypt he had been eyeing earlier and were so far form he party the music is no longer in ear shot.

the only sound is the leaves crunching under our feet and the cicadas its slightly creepy but it also has me becoming a bit turned on .

I sigh as I see flashes of Matt chasing me in his mask and dragging me into a crypt and fucking my brains out

what is that pretty little mind of yours thinking right now princess

what oh uhhh nothing nothing

that sigh didn't sound like nothing

okay fine I was just thinking about a fantasy ive always had about this grave yard and the crypts

okay explain he says as we come to a stop and he sits down on one of the raised graves. I go to sit next to him but he pulls me onto his lap.my breathe hitches as the sudden contact of my ass on his lap but I just stare off ahead of us at the willow trees surrounding the wooded areas.

I feel his breathe on my neck

tell me this fantasy ma

the nick name has me becoming wet its so hot

well its starts off with me being chased through the graves and the woods to the biggest crypt and the guy chasing me catches me and drags me down the stairs of the crypt and throws me to the floor fucking me as he calls me his dirty little slut amongst other things.

wow very detailed how long have you had this fantasy

since I was 16

hmm have you ever told anyone else about this before

yeah one of my ex boyfriends . I told him before we were coming to a party here seeing if he would make it a reality and he stopped the car told me to get out and walk and said I was mentally ill and disgusting and broke up with me.

what a pussy I mean a guy like me would have jumped at the chance for a girl to even have a fantasy remotely like that.

what do you mean a guy like you

a dominant man who isn't scared of a little fun and games

mmmm I moan as I shift on his lap

are you a submissive type of girl y/n

ye-yeah I guess

you like when a man takes control tells you how much of a slut you are as he makes you shake and cry underneath him hmm

oh fuck im so turned on right now I dotnt even know how to react

ohh yeah I bet you do . you like when a guy smacks you ass so hard it leaves a mark or when a guy slaps you across the face so hard you head snaps to the opposite side.

mmm yeah I-i d-do

someones a little turned on . aren't you ma

mmm was all I could get out a small moan answering his question

he slaps my thigh hard causing me to gasp.

answer me when I ask you a fucking question

ye-yes im sorry

im sorry what

im sorry sir

mmm good girl now stand up

what w-why

because I fucking told you too now stand up

I stood up and turned sound to face him I kept my head down as he stood tall and slim infant of me . I saw his hand holding the mask move up and I followed his movements he held the mask next to face smirking.

you got a mask kink ma?

wh-what I -

don't even think about lying to me right now

I sighed looking down yes I whispered

what was that im sorry I couldn't hear you

I said yes

drop the attitude

yes sir

good girl he says as he slips the mask on making my stomach flutter and a gush of arousal soak my underwear

now im gonna give you a head start

wh- a head start for w-what

your fantasy ma you better start running

b-but im in heels what if I--

1...2...

I turn and start sprinting the best I can in these fucking boots. I can't believe this is actually happening right now the hottest guy i've ever seen is making my fantasy a reality. He had no hesitation and I know for damn sure he is gonna fulfill my needs just the way he carries himself tells me he knows how to make a girl feel good .

I start to run out of momentum I turn to see him coming in hot behind me as he runs into me grabbing me from behind causing me to scream from the impact.

caught ya

mm seems like it what a shame im breathing hard from running so far

he throws me over his shoulder causing me to let a small laugh out

get all your laughs out now ma cause i'll have you doing nothing but screaming in a second .

all I did was moan at the thought. He gave my ass a hard slap causing me to moan into his back

he came to a stop and set me down I turned to see why he stopped and was met with a large stone entry way with a door at the end.

wow

yeah creepy right

yeah but also beautiful

come on ma time to get you screaming my name

oh fuck I said as he grabbed my arm and started dragging me towards the door

he kicked the door open easily and started ascending the stairs I stumbled into his back causing him to yank me infant of him as he held me by the hair .

mm ow matt

keep fucking walking your fine

its so da-dark

what you scared of the dark or something

k-kinda y-yeah

aww cute

I heard the flick of a lighter and then there was light shining down the stairs I guess there was a torch on the wall because he lit it and handed it me so I could carry it and see as we kept walking down the stairs. Once we reaches the bottom I looked around taking in our surroundings.

there were more torches on the walls so I went and lit them with the one I was holding then put it out so I could set it down.

I turned to look at Matt he had taken the mask off and threw it aside I could finally see his beautiful face again causing me to smile .

what?

nothing just like looking at you

oh really and why is that?

I don't know your just so... beautiful ... dark and mysterious but you feel so --- safe and warm you know

wow ... ive never been described like that before

oh really? how are you usually described

dark, mean , cold, asshole , crazy

I don't think that at all

im glad you don't I like your description much more

yeah me too he walked towards me and stood right infant of me

he put his hand around my neck chocking me slightly making me look up at him.

( listen to My own summer and beware by deaftones and for the next part)

he leans down so are lips are almost touching .

Im gonna ruin you

do it

He attaches our lips the kiss is deep and needy.

His other hand moves to my ass giving it a squeeze making me moan into the kiss.

He moves his hand from my neck down to my jacket taking it off. then moving my dress straps down my arms pulling the top to bunch at my waist as he breaks the kiss and moves down to neck sucking and biting leaving marks in his way.

mmmm matt i moan as he moves to my tits liking and sucking my nipples.I tug at his shirt wanting him to take it off and he does .

Get on your knees now

I get down to my knees and look up at him waiting for his next move he started undoing his belt and I just watch as his large veiny hands move to his button and zipper of his jeans pulling them down.

He's left in his boxers and I can see his large dick print being confined by the thin fabric .

well are you gonna just sit there or do I need to tell you what to do

I move to remove his boxers as his dick pops out . I start salivating just looking at it he's pretty big and thick too .

I take him in my hand and pump a couple times before giving the head small kisses and licks I go down to the base and lick up them take him in my mouth

mmm fuck that's a good girl

I moan around his tip from his small praise and continue to suck hard but at a slow pace trying my best not to gag.

He takes my hair in his hands and starts thrusting into my mouth causing me to gag and tears to well up in my eyes.

Good girl sucking me in so good

I moan again causing him to throw his head back and thrust harder after a second he pulls out of my mouth as I start couching .

He kneels down in front of me putting his hand on my chest and pushes me back til im laying on my back on the rough ground.

Im gonna make you cum so hard your legs are shaking around my head ma

oh fuck matt please

He takes off my dress and panties so I’m fully exposed to him.

he moves down so his head is between my legs . I jump when he starts sucking on my clit and god the things he's doing with his mouth are enough to send me over the edge in under a minute.

FUCK MMMM

feel good ma

yes fuck uhhh so good

mmmm he hums as he sucks on my clit sending me into a shaking orgasm.

mmmm FUCK MATT im cumming

mmmm good girl look at you shaking from just my mouth

I thought he was done but he keeps licking and sucking then he adds two fingers into me causing my legs to shake uncontrollably.

F-FUCKK MATT ITS T-TOO M-MUCH I CANT

awww yes you can ma give me one more I know you can

mmmmm fuck... fuck matt im so close

mmm he groans as he licks my clit and moves his fingers in and out at a fast pace his other hand moves under my thigh lifting it over his shoulder .

My breathing is rapid as I feel my second orgasm moving in at a rapid rate. But this time I know damn well im gonna squirt so I chose to warn him.

M-MATT fuck im g-gonna squirt

mmmm good girl soak my face baby give it to me

f-fuck fuck oh my god

such a good girl you gonna quirt all over me

FUCK UHHH-MA-MATT IM GONNA .... FUCKKKKK

I scream as I quirt all over him

gooooood girl that's it ma

fuck matt I say as I come down from my high

awww look at your legs shaking

shut up

all 4s now

matt your so big I don't know if I can h- before I finish my sentence he grabs me by the neck

I wasn't fucking asking now do as your told

yes sir I say kind of bratty

fix your tone when you speak to me slut he says as he lightly slaps me across the face and fuck was it the hottest thing ever.

I move to all 4s and spread my legs for him.

Good girl he says as he lines himself up with my leaking entrance.

Go slow please matt I say knowing this is gonna hurt.

I will ma don't worry he says as he slowly starts sliding his tip in

mmm ... fuck I say as I felt him stretching me wide causing a burning sensation.

You okay ma he asks sweetly .

mmhm just h-hurts a little

I know you can take it ma its okay I got you

he bottoms out hitting so deep in me . It hurts so good

mm fuck your so tight ma

mmm- fu-fuck matt your stretching me s-so much

I know ma I know tell me when to move

I gave myself a little time to adjust

o-okay you can m-move

he starts thrusting slow and deep the pain starts to slowly go away and starts feeling like heaven.

fuck faster matt

try asking again he says slapping my ass hard causing me to gasp

p-please sir please fuck me faster

such a good girl for me

he starts pounding into me at a faster pace sending shock waves through my whole body .

FUCK MATT MMM S-SO DEEP

mmm yeah you like that slut

fuck ...Y-YES FUCK

such a good slut taking me so well

the degrading name makes me clench around him

aww you like when I call you a slut huh

y-yes I-l-love it

he brings his hand to hair clenching it hard in his fist as his other hand goes onto my back making me arch even more for him causing him to hit so deep it makes my legs uncontrollably shake.

F-FUCK MATT YOUR TO DEEP I-CA-CANT T-TAKE IT

yes you can slut he growls out through gritted teeth

N-NO I CANT I say harshly bringing my hand back pushing on his stomach trying to push him away .

he grabs my arm harshly holding it behind my back as his hand in my hair moves to my throat gripping it hard.

your gonna fucking take it like a good little girl

N-no

no? he says harshly as his hips fault to a stop and he pulls me up to meet his chest as he grips my neck harder.

since you wanna sit like a fucking brat he says as he shoves me face down on the rough ground holding both of my hands behind my back

he lowers himself so his breathe Is hitting my ear causing me to shiver

ill fucking treat you like one he says as he starts thrusting rough, fast, deep and harder than ive ever been fucked in my life.

M-MATTT FUCK FUCK

aww what's wrong am I being to rough

Y-YES MATT PLEASE FUCK P-

please what

PLEASE I-CA-CANT T-TAKE IT I-MMM FUCK

you know your mouth is saying one thing but your pussy is saying something completely different

MMM FU-FUCK SHIT Y-YOUR SO DEEP

you like it when I fuck you like a bratty slut and you can't say no I feel you clenching my fucking cock

mmmm F-FUCK yes

yes what slut he takes both my hands in one hand and brings his down harshly on my ass

ye-yes sir fuck sir I lo-love it

atta girl you gonna cum for me

ye-yes sir mmm fuck he starts pounding me harder than I ever thought was possible as he slaps my ass harshly

cum on my cock me give it to ma

F-FUCK M-MATT MMMMM I scream as I cum all over his cock.

He keeps pounding into me harshly I started to come down. from my high as my legs were shaking and starting to give out under my weight.

m-MATT I ca-cant keep myself up m-much longer

he pulls out slapping my ass

flip over for me ma

I flip over laying on my back holding onto my legs trying to stop them from shaking but it doesn't help at all.

Keep eye contact for ill stop got it

y-yes sir

good girl he says as he lines himself back up to my entrance

he slides back in and starts pounding into me deep and slow he grabs my legs bringing them up onto his shoulders hitting me so deeply I can feel him in my stomach.

F-FUCK MATT YOUR S-SO BIG

he brings one hand down onto my stomach as he feels himself inside me as his other one moves to my neck shocking me not too hard but the perfect amount of pressure to drive me crazy.

fuck your so fucking wet for me mama

mmmm fu-fuck matt i th-think I gonna squirt

the pressure he is applying on my lower stomach has me about to turn into a damn fountain.

squirt all over me baby soak me

F-FUCK MATT I- I can't even finish what I was saying as I felt myself let go all over him.

fuuuuuck your so fucking hot

mmm fu-fuck matt

he starts pounding into me again my legs won't stop shaking around his neck and I start to feel overstimulated.

m-matt i ca-cant take it a-anymore pl-please

yes you can baby I know you can

I try to push him out of me by pushing on his toned abdomen with only causes him to slap me across the face making me whine out .

keep you hands down understand

y-yes sir I-im s-sorry

good girl im getting close ma I promise just hold on for a little longer

f-fuck okay

he sets my legs so they are around his waist as he brings his body flush against mine as he fuck me deep and rough

F-FUCK MATT MMMM

I start clawing at his back from over stimulation .

fu-fuck ma I can feel you clenching again

I claw his back deeper as I feel pressure building in my stomach and then suddenly snap

fuck ma your squirting again jesus

I didn't even know I was squirting all I felt was extra pleasure run through me

F-fuck matt mmm god

I squirt over and over I can't seem to stop (nah cause this happened to me in real life it was Lowkey disturbing not gonna lie a bitch was in pain the next day)

Jesus y/n ive never seen some one squirt so much so close together

I c-cant s-stop

I know baby its okay

I claw down his back harder and I bury my face into his shoulder as I bite down as I squirt again my legs are shaking so much they start cramping but I literally can not stop squirting and its driving me crazy .

F-fuck ma your soaking me j-jesus christ

I-im sorry

don't be sorry this is the hottest thing ever

mmmmmm FUCK I scream as I quirt even harder from his hips angling even more hitting deeper

fuck ma im gonna cum

fu-fuck matt fill me up p-please fuck

yeah you wanna be a good little cum slut

Y-YES FUCK MATT PLEASE I scream I squirt yet again as it starting to make my stomach hurt

his hips start to sputter and his thrusts become sloppy.

f-fuck im cuming he says as I feel his warm cum fill me up I moan out as I squirt one last time before his thrusts stop and he pulls out .I feel our mixed liquids running out of my pussy.

fuck that was ... the best sex.. ive ever h-had I say as I laugh a little curling my legs into my chest as my entire body is shaking and tears are streaming down my face.

F-fuck after that I never wanna fuck anyone else

I laugh as I shake uncontrollably I th-think you broke me

aww baby im sorry was a actually to rough

n-no I fucking loved it I just don't think ill be able to stand let alone walk out of here I laughed casein g him to chuckle and shake his head.

he went and grabbed his clothes putting them on and then coming back over to me helping me up my knees immediately buckle so he has to hold me up against the wall so I don't fall as he helps me putt my outfit back on. I felt my back burning really bad as he slid my dress over my head.

OW FUCK I cried out as the stinging got worse

wh-what what's wrong

my-b-back is burning like another fucker

he spins me around JESUS im so sorry it must have been from your backing rubbing on the ground you have big strawberries all over your back

eh honestly I deserve it I definitely did a mean number on your back

uuuh yeah you think he turns around lifting his shirt showing me his back I gasp.

OH JESUS MATT why didn't you stop me those are deep and bleeding

well I uh- I have a pain kink so I thoroughly enjoyed it

o-oh well then I guess your welcome

yes thank you very very much he says as he turns around and gives me a sweet and soft kiss .

come on your coming home with me

I try to walk but my legs fail me and he laughs at me

stop laughing bitch you did this to me

watch that pretty little mouth or your getting round two when we get home

as much as I enjoyed this I could not handle anymore tonight so I brought my hand up to my mouth acting like Im zipping them and threw away the key

come on drama queen he says as he picks me up and I lock my arms around his neck and legs around his waist

I keep my head sizzled into his chest as he blows out the torches on the walls and grabs the last lit one and makes his way back up the stairs he blows out the torch as we walk out of the crypt.

as we approach the part of the grave yard the party was going on in I hear the faint music again I start to feel embarrassed about the state i'm in right now . He walks over to his friends .

Damn bro you have been gone for three fucking hours

God is she even alive anymore

I let out a small giggle at his friends statement.

Yeah yeah funny bro she's fine but were heading home so ill catch you guys later

okay bye bro

byeeee I say as I smile and wave at them as matt walks away from them.

they all just laugh and shake their heads

your friends seem fun

yeah their pretty cool

oh my god y/n

we both look over at my best friend

You been gone for three fucking hours I thought you were dead

no no im fine I promise

she smirks at me as her eyes run over my face and body that is still clinging to matt.

wow you guys had a lot of fun

yep sure did im matt by the way

nice to meet you matt well y/n I guess your going home with him huh

yep sure am I love you and we'll talk tomorrow okay

okay I love you

I love you too

matt walks us all the way to his car he opens the door and sets me down as he shuts the door and gets into the drivers side.

he starts up the car and drives to him house . he parks the car then hops out to help me out and we slowly walk to the door as he unlocks it and we enter.

wanna showers pretty girl

yes please

alright come on its upstairs

we get to the bathroom and he sets me down on the toilet .

go pee im gonna grab a change of clothes for us real quick

okay I finish up my business ad he come back in and helps me get my clothes off and I take my wig off and undo the braid bun I did under the wig.

wow I love your natural hair

aww thank you I said smiling

you wouldn't happen to have like makeup remover or face wash would you

um let me check my mom might have left some in the guest bathroom last time she was here

okay thank you

as he left the bathroom I smiled to myself and the looked over the work he did on my neck and chest then I looked down at my knees seeing that they are scraped and bruising.

I turned to look at my back and Jesus it was so scraped that there was blood and it was also bruising.

here you go my mom left these makeup wipes

thank you I said as I grabbed them and took my makeup off

you know I never thought about how bad a crypt floor would damage my body when I had my fantasy

yeahhh we probably should have thought about that

mm yeah. but hey it was worth it

sure was . You know I didn't even wanna go to that party but im glad I did

oh yeah? and why is that?

I would have never met the most beautiful girl ive ever seen and fucked her into oblivion

mmmm yeah I guess your right and thank you for the compliment

of course ma now lets shower

we hopped into the shower and we washed each others bodys both hissing when the soap and water hit our tainted backs .

we got out and dried off as we put on our change of clothes .

sorry I didn't you know have a change of underwear for you but I there yours in the wash so they are clean for you tomorrow

oh its okay thank you

of course wanna go to bed im fucking exhausted

yes please im spent

he led me to his room and we crawled under the covers as he turned on his fan .

we cuddled into each other as we started to drift off to sleep in each others arms.

hey y/n

yeah matt

I know we just met tonight and stuff but uh would you maybe wanna go out on a real date sometime

yes id love that matt I looked at him smiling as he smiled at me placing a sweet kiss on my forehead .

we fell asleep and that was that.

Gooooooooood NIIIIIIIGHT xoxo

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From the university, to the students that inhabit its walls, to the dining hall food that has nothing but salt to make up for its lack of taste, to the annoying jocks that keep partying every night, to the girls who can’t stop gossiping about who got laid first—

Yes. Nina Shim is convinced that everything sucks indeed.

Opening her door to her shared apartment dormitory, she catches sight of the stale pan that has been sitting over the stove for over two weeks, despite her reminder to her roommate this morning that this should be gone by the time she gets back. Nina sighs, pushing off her boots in one swift, clumsy motion before staggering over to the small kitchen island that makes up most of the kitchen space, grocery bags in hand her backpack still slung over her one shoulder.

October is almost over in Toronto and people have been hyping up the idea of Halloween since last week. As Nina puts away her stuff in the fridge, she takes note of the scattered pumpkin-coloured paper streamed across the couch, the paper-mache ghosts in a stack on the coffee table. Her roommate, as depressed as she states she is, is gearing up quite nicely for Halloween. Too bad she can’t be as excited to clean up her own flat space. Nina has been granted all of that in her stead.

And it isn’t that Nina wants to complain. She’s not one to, has a pretty high tolerance level if she says so herself. But the thing is, it’s starting to get on her nerves. She might not be as outgoing, as carefree, as Hanni is, but that doesn’t mean that she needs to clean up after the latter like a mother would do for her children.

She has a life, even if that extends to merely hanging out in the University Aquarium lab and checking in on the goldfish every now and then.

Her phone rings in the silent stillness of her flat. Nina quickly fishes it out from her back pocket, pressing the green call button before placing it at her ear, “hello?”

“Nina!” Her mother’s voice is so warm on the other end of the line. So warm that it makes Nina’s eyes sting with tears, “how are you doing?”

“I’m okay,” she forces the words, glad that her mother can’t see her face, for she would’ve read right through her like an open book. Instead, she puts away the remaining biscuits in the cupboard above her head, “and you? How’s dad? He’s feeling better?”

“Oh you know how he is, always so stubborn,” her mother sighs, “he doesn’t want to take his medicine! And then when he falls even sicker he complains like a baby! Aiya, sometimes I wish he would just stop making my life so difficult—“

On and on she goes and that causes Nina’s mouth to twitch upwards into a smile. She misses her mother dearly, more than she will ever admit, and hearing everything that’s been happening back home makes her feel a little better about being far away despite it all.

“—but Nina, tell me, how has your roommate been? Still as dirty as always?” Her mother’s question brings her back to attention.

The girl leans against the kitchen counter, “she’s alright…just, yeah—not clean. But what else is new?”

“You should report her, you know. It’s a violation of your space and if you can't cope then--"

"Ma it's fine. Just--leave it."

"I'm just saying it would help."

"Anyway, how's dad doing?"

"Dad's been...he's been good."

"Going to his appointments I hope?" Nina asks while pulling out a glass from the drying rack.

"Yeah, it's tough for him. You know how much he hates it."

"Yeah I know."

"And you? We never get news, Nina. How's school? Do you go out with friends? You should--" she's grateful when she hears someone call her mother from the other end of the line and quickly fishes for an excuse, "oh it's okay mom, you can go. I'll catch up on homework anyway."

Her mother leaves the call with another apology, and when Nina cuts off the call and tosses her phone back onto the table, she lets out a prominent sigh. Looking up at the ceiling, she forces her eyes to stay dry, to not cry. Because crying means that she’s giving up.

She’s never felt so alone.

———

“I can’t fail.”

Minho’s seatmate and good friend going by the name of Q, just chuckles before looking down at his friend’s paper, “uh sorry bud, but I think you already did.”

“What happened to you?” His other friend Dae asks with furrowed eyebrows.

“I don’t know, man,” Minho musses up his hair and moans as if the world is about to end. Well, to him it is.

“Maybe you need a tutor,” Q suggests as the class slowly starts to file out of class.

“Or maybe Mrs. Chung hates me,” Minho says snarkily.

“Or maybe,” Dae’s hand falls onto his shoulder, “you need to get your head back in the game. You haven’t really been focused lately.”

“Yeah he’s got a point,” Q says, “anything you’d like to get off your chest?”

“Girl problems?”

“Family problems?”

“Love problems?”

“Oh shut up,” Minho rolls his eyes, slinging his backpack over his shoulder as the trio exit the lecture hall and file out into the main corridor where lingering students are waiting for the next class to begin.

“You know what’s your problem?” Dae suddenly says.

Minho looks at him with a raised brow.

“You’re skipping too many lectures.”

“Aha,” Q snaps his fingers, “now that, my friend, makes a lot of sense.”

“In my defense I have to—“

“Yes yes, we know, you have a rigorous swimming schedule,” Dae rolls his eyes, “but I think maybe it wouldn’t hurt to talk to Coach Choi about it. He might understand.”

“You mean, he’ll kill me,” mutters Minho sourly.

“Or maybe you need help from someone smart,” Q reasons, “why don’t you ask uhm—what’s her name again? The girl who’s always sitting in the front row by the right corner?”

“Ah Kimberley Chen? Yeah she’s hella smart. I’m sure she can help you,” Dae says.

While it sounds like a good idea, Minho’s pride cannot take it. Him? Asking for anything from anyone? He’d rather eat chicken feet, and god knows he hates that stuff.

Though…that doesn’t mean he can’t ask her in secret.

So that’s what he decides to do a few days after their small discussion. He stalks her social media accounts with no success. Apparently, this Kimberley Chen character doesn’t want any distractions from the digital world, hence her lack of presence on Facebook or Instagram.

Minho had no other choice than to stalk her in-between classes. Finding out where this famous Kimberley Chen sits is an easy feat considering that she’s a creature of habit. Having gathered some information on her beforehand, Minho had found out that she’s actually in the block right after his lectures, meaning that he has full chance of getting his personalized note to her.

He waits for the right moment. As soon as the bell rings to dismiss class, Minho quietly sneaks between the rows of desks before smoothly slipping in the note in the shelf right underneath. Then, assuring that no one has spotted him doing such a thing, quickly walks out with his head held high.

He should probably mentally remind himself to check that said desk during their next lecture.

———

“There’s a study group happening in the library. You coming?”

Nina shrugs at her seatmate, knowing full well that it doesn’t matter whether she comes or not. The girl had just been asking out of politeness.

Honestly, her days at university had proven to her that it was almost impossible to make friends on her own. That, or maybe she had just been destined to be alone.

It hadn’t been the case in high school. Nina remembered the happiness, the excitement about attending events with her friends.

Now, she barely had any energy to get out of her house.

“Okay well, if you wanna come, it’s at three thirty,” the girl whose name she doesn’t remember gives her a quick wave of her glossy nail-polished fingers, “bye!”

“Bye,” Nina mumbles to no one in particular. She lets out a soft breath, waiting for the rest of the seats to empty out, before quickly gathering her stuff from her shelf underneath.

It’s as she’s packing up her books that a note falls from her stack. Curious, Nina reaches down to pick it up, turning the plain white letter over. No name. Weird.

Was it money?

Would it be rude of her to check?

It isn’t addressed to anyone, meaning that Nina isn’t practically breaking any boundaries by doing so.

Maybe it belongs to someone. Someone important.

She lets her curiosity get the better of her, breaking off the sealed tip and opening up the page as her eyes scan the contents:

Dear K,

My name is Minho. You’ve probably heard of me. After all, I’m on the professional athletics team. I’m writing you this to ask you for your services. I heard that you’re the top student in class. Well, since I am failing Mrs. Chung’s class, I would really like some help with some additional notes or some studying sessions. You will be rewarded for this.

Let me know if you’re down for it. Cheers.

Minho

Whoever this Minho guy is sure has some great nerve. Nina wonders who in the world would have such a big ego to write such a thing. It sounds almost too absurd to be true.

Wait…Minho. The name somehow sounds familiar…

Or not.

She crumples it up in growing annoyance and is about to throw it away, when she thinks better of it and slowly un-crumples the note.

Maybe she should answer back. Teach him a lesson. And what is this about “You will be rewarded for this”?

Uncapping a pen and flipping the paper over, Nina bends over the table and starts scribbling down her response. Satisfied, she then folds it back into its letter and places it under the desk.

Reward, my ass.

———

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engie-ivy · 1 year

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In short: Wolfstar And They Were Roommates Coffee Shop AU Idiots in Love

Marlene meets Remus, who's looking for a new place to live, as he can't deal with his feelings for his roommate anymore. So when Marlene’s coworker Sirius tells her that his roommate is moving out, it seems like a good idea to bring him into contact with Remus. Marlene may have missed something, though.

And They Were/Are/Will Be Roommates

Remus had been nervous for this moment. He’s usually not very good at talking to strangers, but he knows that if he wants to be considered for the room, he’s going to have to get along with the other tenants. Remus had responded to an add from the girls living in the house, looking for a new roommate now that one of them has moved in with her boyfriend. Miraculously, they’ve invited Remus over for an initial meeting.

His nerves only increased when he saw the girls.

They’re the cool, confident kind of girls whom Remus would’ve admired from afar, but never would’ve dared to talk to. The redhead with her captivating emerald eyes, the tall blond with her edgy style, the petit brunette with her feisty attitude. It triggered a lot of Remus’ old insecurities. He was half expecting these beautiful girls to laugh in his face upon realizing this awkward, weird guy thought he could be their new roommate.

But to his surprise, they seem to be hitting it off.

The conversation flows easily, and before Remus knows it, they’re all talking animatedly. Remus is drawn to Lily’s kindness, Marlene’s sarcasm, and Mary’s cheerful energy. They, in return, seem to appreciate Remus’ dry wit. They chat about their degrees, jobs, hometowns, favourite books, and whatnot.

“So, Remus,” Marlene says at some point. “Why are you actually looking for a new place to live?”

“Oh, it’s just...” Remus averts his eyes and shrugs. “Roommate issues.”

Mary scrunches up her nose. “Bad roommates are the worst. What do they do? Leave their dishes in the sink?”

“Sing in the shower?”

“Leave their hair in the drain?”

“Or dirty socks in the living room?”

“Play loud music late at night?”

“Let you do all the cooking?”

“Leave mouldy food in the fridge?”

“Sneak into your room late at night and watch you sleep?”

“What? No! No, none of that.” Remus runs a hand through his hair. “I mean, yeah, he does sing in the shower, but I kinda really like that about him? He sounds so happy and carefree when he’s singing just for himself. We actually put on this terribly corny music while doing the dishes together, and sing along really loudly. It almost makes doing the dishes the best part of the day! True, he’s not the best cook, so I usually take it up, but he’ll make me my favourite tea every morning, exactly the way I like it. And on Sunday, he’ll get up early to go to the bakery and get me fresh cinnamon buns for breakfast. He’s just so kind, and he always knows how to make me smile, and that’s... Well, and that’s just the fucking problem, innit?” Remus let’s out a deep sigh. “You see, I’ve gone and fallen head over heels in love with him.”

Mary looks thoughtful. “So the problem actually is that he doesn’t sneak into your room late at night?”

Remus chuckles, but then shakes his head. “I’ve never been very good at self-care, but I can’t keep living in the same apartment as him, being around him all the time, while he’s just there being this stupidly amazing person.”

Lily gives him a sympathetic smile. “That does sound like a mental health liability.”

The girls exchange a look. Then turn back to Remus.

“Shite, we were hoping you’d be an arse,” Mary sighs.

“You see,” Marlene says. “This girl we know, Dorcas, she’s just gotten out of an abusive relationship, and she’ll be kicked out on the street. She has nowhere to go, so we have actually just decided she can have the room...”

“We’re very sorry,” Lily adds.

“Not at all!” Remus quickly says. “I understand. Sounds like she needs it more than me.”

“We do really like you,” Mary assures him. “We totally should hang out again!”

“Yes,” Lily agrees. “We may not be able to give you a new place to live, but we can give you new friendships!” She cringes. “Oh god, did that sound as lame to you as it did to me?”

Remus laughs. “It kinda did, but I agree! It would be great if we ‘can still be friends’.”

Marlene snorts, but then she notices the time. “Oh shite.” She jumps to her feet. “It’s that late already? I’ve got to go! I said I’d jump in with the midday shift. It was lovely to meet you, Remus. I’ll keep an eye out for anyone having a room available. And of course, I hope to see you again soon,” she says, while already rushing out the door.

“It is indeed later than I thought,” Lily says, turning to Remus. “Would you like to stay for lunch, or is your roommate expecting you?”

“No, he’s at work,” Remus replies. “So I’d love to stay!”

“And how’d you like your coffee?”

Sirius’ voice sounds flat, monotone.

The customer leans on the counter. “I’d like it hot, please.” He eyes Sirius up and down. “Quite like my barista.”

“One hot coffee coming up,” Sirius says, giving no reaction to the customer’s obvious flirting, his face an impassive mask.

Sirius makes the coffee like a robot. “Here you go.” He sounds like a robot too. “Would you like anything to eat with that?”

“No thank you, darling. The eye-candy is more than enough for me.”

“That’ll be one pound seventy-five, please.”

The customer blinks. He pays, and walks away, looking rather dejected.

“Sirius!” Marlene hisses, dragging Sirius to the side as the lunch rush dies down a little. “Even if you’re not into it, can you at least be kind to the customers flirting with you? You know that eighty percent of our tip jar depends on you being cute!”

“I’m sorry, Marls,” Sirius sighs. “I’m just... really not feeling it today.”

Marlene eyes him. “What is with you?

“It’s my roommate,” Sirius mumbles, looking at the floor.

“Ah,” Marlene sits down on the counter. “Another instalment of Pining Sirius and the Cute Roommate. How did he turn your brain into mush this time? Sweaterpaws? Giggling the whole time while trying to tell a joke? Biting his lip while thinking? Ranting about his favourite book for an hour? Wearing your jacket?”

“He’s moving out.”

“Shite.”

“Shite, indeed,” Sirius wholeheartedly agrees.

“Are you gonna be in trouble with rent?” Marlene asks, concerned. “You know that Alice just moved in with Frank, and we’ve actually been interviewing potential new roommates. There were some great people that we couldn’t pick. I can give you their contact information so you can-”

“Rent’s fine,” Sirius interrupts. “It’s just... I really liked living with him, y’know?”

“Yeah,” Marlene says softly. “I know.”

“I know we’re only roommates,” Sirius says. “And it was always going to be temporary, but... Fuck, Marlene. He just felt like home.”

“Do you know why he’s moving out?” Marlene asks.

Sirius shakes his head. “He won’t tell me. Which just confirms my suspicion that it must be something I did.”

A customer just walked up to the counter. “Excuse me, you’ve made my coffee wrong, it’s-”

Sirius puts his head in his hands and exclaims “Why do I always have to ruin everything?”

The customer gives a start. “I mean, it’s not that bad. I just... never tasted coffee with salt instead of sugar before. It’s... an acquired taste, that’s all.” He puts five pounds into the tip jar before slowly backing away.

Marlene makes a mental note that she should really remember that for next time a customer comes to complain, before she grabs Sirius’ arm and drags him to the back. She sits Sirius down on a chair and notices to her horror there are tears glistening in his eyes.

“None of this!” Marlene says firmly, placing her hands on her hips. “You listen to me. If he doesn’t tell you what the fuck his problem is, then it’s nothing you can fix, and then it’s not your fucking fault! Besides, you are much too cute to be crying over some guy.”

Sirius gives her a weak smile, that looks all but convincing.

Marlene pinches the bridge of her nose. “You know what, no. I’m not going to let you wallow in self-pity, so here’s what were going to do. The girls and I just interviewed this super nice guy today. Unfortunately, our free room had just been taken, but that’s good news for you! He can be your new roommate, and help you get over the old roommate. Sirius, this guy is super cute, like, you won’t believe.”

Sirius doesn’t look very enthusiastic. “I highly doubt a new roommate who isn’t him is going to help me much, no matter how cute he is. But I suppose I am going to need someone to chip in with the rent, so I might as well give your guy a chance.”

“I’ll set up a meeting,” Marlene promises, before pulling Sirius into a hug. “I know it sucks right now, but you’ll be okay.”

A few days later, Marlene has the closing shift together with Sirius, and after they’ve locked up the coffee shop, they go to Marlene’s place together. Mary’s got a date, and Lily will be in the library studying until late, so Marlene has invited Remus over to meet Sirius.

Sirius is still down and uncharacteristically quiet. From what Marlene has heard, things have been rough between Sirius and his roommate these last few days. His roommate hasn’t found a new place yet, but while still living with Sirius, he seems to be trying to avoid him. It hurts Sirius, and the atmosphere between them has gotten tense.

Looking at Sirius now, Marlene starts to doubt whether this was such a good idea. She was hoping Sirius and Remus would distract each other from their love-sickness, and find support in each other as fellow-sufferers, but now she fears they’ll just bring each other down to wallow in their shared misery. She really hopes she’s not accidentally creating the most depressing household ever.

“He should be here soon,” Marlene says, once she has sat Sirius down on the couch with a drink.

“Mmm,” is Sirius’ only response.

“Could you... try to look a little pleased to meet him once he gets here?”

Before Sirius can answer her though, the doorbell rings.

“Ah, there he is. Be friendly,” Marlene reminds Sirius, before walking into the hallway to open the door.

“Hi! Glad you could make it!”

“Of course,” Remus smiles. “I’m glad you thought about me.” He sighs, and Marlene notices that he looks tired, like he’s had a rough few days. “I really do need to get out of that apartment.”

“Well, come on!” Marlene says, taking his arm and dragging him towards the living room, where Sirius gets to his feet the moment they enter.

“So this is him,” Marlene tells Remus. “The guy who needs a new roommate, as his current one will be moving out. He’s been pining after that guy long enough anyhow, so I’d say time to move on,” she adds with a chuckle. Then she turns to Sirius, who’s staring at Remus wide-eyed. “And this is the guy I’ve been telling you about! The one who needs a new place to live, because he might have accidentally caught feelings for his current roommate, and it’s starting to mess with his head.”

“Sirius!”

“Remus?”

“You two know each other?”

“Yeah,” Sirius says slowly, not taking his eyes off Remus. “He’s my roommate.”

“Well, that was decided quickly! I thought you would’ve needed some more time to get to know each other and-”

“No,” Sirius interrupts. “He’s my current roommate.”

“Oh. Oh.” Marlene looks from Sirius to Remus and back. “Please tell me you don’t have a third roommate you’re now finding out you’re both desperately in love with?”

“No,” Sirius says slowly, still only looking at Remus. “It’s just the two of us.”

“You’re in love with me,” Remus suddenly says.

“You’re in love with me,” Sirius says.

“You’re in love with each other!” Marlene says, clapping her hands in delight. “This is perfect! You were both pining! After each other! And now you can stop! And even better, now no one has to move! Let’s be honest, moving is the worst. Really, it seems like you’re-” She looks at Sirius and Remus again. “-like you’re not listening to a word I’m saying, are you?”

Sirius and Remus are looking at each intently, their gazes locked, Remus’ mouth slightly opened, Sirius’ pupils blown wide.

“I... should probably give you a moment,” Marlene says, slowly moving back towards the door. Right before she closes the door, she sees how they practically pounce at each other, Remus wrapping his arms around Sirius’ neck, Sirius wrapping his arms around Remus’ waist, their bodies pressed flush against each other, and their lips crashing together, which they’ve probably both been waiting a very long time to do.

“And as it turned out, they were roommates!” Marlene concludes the story, before pouring herself another glass.

She and Mary are sitting on the couch drinking wine, while Marlene has been recounting the whole story.

Mary gasps. “Oh my god, they were roommates!”

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neteyamyawne · 11 months

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300 Followers Special

How they react when they catch you wearing their things : (female version)

Neytiri :

Neytiri loves when you wear her things, let it be her charms, arm bands, tops anything, she relishes in the fact that you have a piece of her with you always.

Whenever she passes by the weavers and sees a piece of garment she likes, her first thought is how good it'll look on you.

She Absolutely adores it when your face lights up with the things she brings home for you, even if it's a simple pebble that reminds her of you, it's coming home.

Her love for you just never fails to amaze you, she never fails to remind you how much you mean to her and gifting you things is an important part of it.

If she's in a bad mood just looking at your face makes her day better, even if it's just for 2 minutes she'd take it, coming back from hunts, there's bound to be a pouch full of gifts for you to wear.

Kiri :

Just like her father she didn't know you wore her things until she found you wearing her top, flaunting them to your friends as well.

You prided in wearing her tops, they were made so beautiful you just couldn't resist yourself before putting them on.

You'd tell everyone who listens about how your mate made it and how beautiful it is, if someone disagrees they better sleep with one eye open that night.

Kiri feels so much more confident when you're around her, you're her energy source, a word of compliment from her sends her into a blushing fit, she's absolutely smitten for you and you know it.

You never seem to stop boasting how pretty she is or how talented she is, people can bleed through their ears for all you care, she's the only one you have eyes for and the only one you compliment non stop.

Ronal :

You were always fascinated by her tsahik headdress, and when you saw it laying on the table unattended, you knew this was your chance.

Standing in front of the mirror, you traced the ridges of the shell, the small knife attached to it falling right at the base of your throat, the beads on the intricate threading in your hair standing out, it was the most beautiful thing for you.

Ronal smiled at the sight of you wearing her headdress, her heart swelled at how much admiration you held for her in your eyes, of course her being the tsahik made her stay out for most of the time but you couldn't love her any less

She walked forward startling you as she snuggled her chin on your neck, looking back at you in the mirror "you look lor, ma' yawnetu" you blush at her words.

You quickly move to remove it but she stops you, patting you hand, leaning forward to kiss your cheek she says "keep it on, you look better in this" with a smirk she's out your mauri, leaving you behind in a puddle.

Tsireya :

You both wear each other's things, at least one thing of the other is on either of you, like a sense of each other's presence forever with you.

She loves to make jewelry specifically for you and match them with hers, like the beads, shells or the trinkets she adds in them.

At every event you have to match with it, there's no other way, she needs to show everyone you're hers so this is her way.

You aren't mad either, what more could you ask? You liked to show her off to everyone you meet as well so it was a win-win situation.

She absolutely adores when you wear her creations, all her works are completed when you wear it for her, there's nothing she could ask for more than this

A/n : I'm sorry i didn't include tuk, i wanted this to be just romantic, but woah woah woah 300? Really, damn i was almost jumping when i saw it lmao, I'm so glad three hundred of you people are liking my stuff, thank you so much y'all, I'm sorry the next post will be a lot late because my new iPad is on its way, but if i can I'll post from my phone ☺️ again thank you so MUCH, bless you all 😘💚

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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Hey hey Mars!! I hope you are doing well!!

I have a request for you!! I was thinking a Larissa or Tish x fem reader

(I’ll let you choose who, both is great too I just don’t know if you write poly❤️❤️)

Where reader has struggles eating..like she claims she forgets but it’s intentional and there gf (whomever you choose) starts to notice? I know this one is kind of self indulgent on my behalf so apologies, and if this makes you uncomfy your welcome to glide right over it I understand!

Thank you very much !!

Daily reminder| h&c

*Authors note~oooo I love this idea mentions Tish x Larissa x reader so I hope that's okay guys*

Trigger warnings~ poly relationship, eating disorder struggles mommy daddy baby (SFW)

Prompt~see ask^^^^^

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Your parents sent you to Nevermore in an attempt to rid themselves of you. They thought your Florakinesis was worthless and pathetic, no child of there's wouldn't have at least the psychic gift or telepath abilities. From day dot you'd never fit with them, they spent your childhood tormenting you and coming up with punishments that would secretly impact and cause pain. It had developed such an unhealthy relationship with food thanks to your parents work. So when you moved to Nevermore you found it hard to rebuild that relationship and make it healthier.

For a while you hid your issues well, but you had bigger issues to worry about, the feeling you'd been harbouring for Larissa Weems and her roommate Morticia Addams. Tish loved to tease and was overly confident in her affection, especially in public while Larissa preferred to keep things more private. But when you spent time together with both women you all slipped into a peaceful harmony. You didn't quite understand why both the women wanted to make you there's but you knew you didn't want to ever lose them. That's why, when both women approached you and suggested both of them being yours that you immediately agreed, after all why would you want to choose between two of the most perfect people in the world.

Things were good for a while, until parents weekend arrived, you'd planned to spend the weekend with Isa as Tish had a visit from her twin sister Melissa. Your parents had unexpectedly decided a visit would be a brilliant idea, a chance to torment you a bit more, their favourite punching bag not being around had left them fighting more with one an other. It was safe to say that the visit went horribly as you ran into your shared room and threw yourself into the unsuspecting blondes arms sobbing. "Oh darling" she murmured instantly, rubbing your back sensing what had happened. For the remainder of the night, Larissa showered you with love and attention and held you until you drifted off to sleep in her comforting embrace.

Since that night, you noticed some bad habits returning, especially regarding your food intake. You didnt realise that your girlfriends had also noticed you eating less in portion sizes and then you'd refuse breakfast and lunch. Your weight was dropping and your cheeks looked pale and sunken in. You most certainly were not well.

After a particularly hard day, you went to find your lovers to seek some of their comfort and love. Luckily for you Tish and Isa were cuddled up on the bed already looking comfortable. "Isa? Tish?" You whimpered cautiously waiting to be invited into the cuddle. "Come on baby, come join us my love" Larissa murmured scooting over to allow you into the middle of their bodies. "Ma chérie, may we speak with you?" Tish all but purred your favourite french pet name of hers, "mommy?" You whimpered holding her gaze. "Darling we noticed some things and we want to help our sweet girl" Larissa murmured bringing a hand to play with your hair in a soothing manner. "Daddy I'm scared" you whined snuggling into their bodies.

"Mon amour, daddy and I just wish to help you love" Tish whispered which caused you to break down sobbing. "Sweet girl, we love you so much and to see you punishing yourself like this, it just, we don't ever want to see you hurting like this. You understand that right my little lamb?" "Mm sorry daddy mommy mm so sorry I just I'm sorry" you whimpered as breathing became difficult, you never wanted to upset your girlfriends but you didn't know what else you could do with the feelings and thoughts, this was all you knew.

"Ma belle, it's okay love we aren't mad. We wanna help you" Tieh cooed as you shivered in their arms. "We have you sweet girl, you're safe with us and we are gonna make sure that you're all okay. Mommy and daddy love their baby girl" Larissa mumbled knowing you loved the dynamic you three held, it was wildly known that it brought you comfort and they were happy to oblige with that need.

That night they held you close, showering you with comfort and compliments, making a plan with you to help in the future. Food would be a struggle so they wanted to make sure you'd have at least one of them with you at meal times, to be your daily reminder of love and comfort. You knew you were incredibly lucky to call these beautiful women yours.

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smoshmonker · 8 months

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wrote a somewhat sweet fic for my favorite smosh characters benny jean and cletus <3 (thank you to ana for encouraging me)

words: 876

If there was one thing Benny Jean loved in this world, it was his flamingo, standing proudly on the lawn.

There wasn’t much else. He never settled down, he hated loud music and all of the fancy, newfangled things that took the world by storm these days. In fact, most people annoyed him to no end. Most annoying of all, of course, was his greatest and only friend, Cletus.

Cletus was loud and stupid. Benny Jean could tell him something four times and it would go in one ear and out the other, which led to a lot of arguments, but Benny Jean could never bring himself to fight with him for long. No matter how old they got, Cletus’ eyes were always so bright and innocent. He looked up to him.

Staring up at the sunset, Benny Jean breathed in the early evening air. It had been a peaceful day with Cletus gone visiting his parents. Surprisingly, he found himself feeling a little uncomfortable with how quiet it had been, and even more surprisingly, found himself relieved when he could see a camouflage shirt appear in his peripheral.

“How’s it goin’, Benny Jean?” Cletus asked, sitting in his designated chair beside him. “Mighty nice night outside.”

“Yep,” he agreed, allowing himself one sideways glance for a moment before returning his gaze to the sky. It was streaked with purple, but would only stay that way for a few more moments before it became completely darkened. “How was yer trip?”

Cletus sighed, placing his hands in his vest pockets. He seemed to hesitate before continuing. “Same old. Ma still don’t like that I never found a nice wife, had kids. Pa was drunk the whole time I was ‘round. Barely got a thing outta him, besides…”

Turning his head, Benny Jean took Cletus in for a moment. He’d always known his relationship with his parents was rocky, but he didn’t usually talk about it. Quietly, he encouraged, “Beside what?”

“Callin’ me dumb, like usual,” Cletus responded, looking down at his hands in his vest pockets.

A string of curses ran through Benny Jean’s head at that moment. He was never good at this emotional crap, but he didn’t have a choice here. “He don’t know what he’s talkin’ about.”

Cletus frowned a little, perhaps confusion on his face as he looked up at him for the first time. “But, Benny Jean, you call me dumb all the time, too.” When he didn’t have an answer for that, Cletus sighed again. “Look, I know I ain’t smart. I just wish I didn’t hafta hear it from my own family.”

Slowly, Benny Jean tightened his grip on the armrest. There was a fire in his chest that he wasn’t used to, and it made him incredibly uncomfortable. “He don’t know what he’s talkin’ about,” he said again, more firmly this time. “You may be dumb, Cletus, but you ain’t stupid. All my ma ever talked about before she died was why I never settled down either, but ya know what? We don’t owe ‘em a damn thing! Just ‘cause they raised us don’t mean they get to choose what we do with our goddamn lives. And I choose to sit here, with you, and my pet flamingo.”

Cletus stared at him with his usual wide-eyed expression, but there was something more to it now. Perhaps it was the slight shine to them. “...You really mean that?”

“As sure as a hungry raccoon in a dumpster!” Benny Jean stared back at Cletus, then sighed. “And…I’m sorry for callin’ you stupid all the time. I didn’t realize it hurt ya.”

For a moment, the only sound between them was the sound of crickets at their feet. Then, Cletus broke into a wide smile. “Benny Jean, I think that’s the nicest thing you ever said to me!”

“Agh! Don’t get used to it, Cletus!”

As he was regretting saying it, however, he noticed Cletus’ smile turn a bit more genuine as he looked up at the darkening sky again. “For some reason, when you call me dumb, it don’t hurt as bad. I reckon it’s ‘cause you’re my best friend.”

The fire in his chest made Benny Jean’s heart skip a beat. “Best friend?”

“Yeah, best friend. Ain’t we?”

Biting down on his lip to hide his smile, Benny Jean looked up at the sky, too. “Guess so.”

Comfortable silence fell between them, and it felt like the most natural thing in the world. When familiar snoring filled the air minutes later, Benny Jean glanced over at his best friend, his head thrown back against the chair, mouth wide open, hands still loosely in his vest pockets. Knowing no one would see it, Benny Jean allowed himself to smile as he reached back to grab the blanket resting on the cooler. He got up, placing it around Cletus’ shoulders, who mumbled something about possums before returning to his snores.

Benny Jean sat back down, his gaze lifting up to a bright crescent moon. He’d wake him to go inside in a few minutes, but right now, he wanted to enjoy this peace.

Cletus was his biggest annoyance, but at the end of the day, he was also his very best friend.

#smosh #ian hecox #anthony padilla #that damn neighbor #benny jean #cletus #i know this is cringe but idc #they are special to me okay #besties #my post

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wonderlandleighleigh · 1 year

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Did I write an entire 9 pages just to have Joel get punched in the face?

I mean. Yeah.

Things are different when he gets home from the war. A lot has changed. His siblings are older. His mother and step-father are even more of a united force, while his father and step-mother are…much less of one.

In fact, Mei has completely moved out; taken Lan and moved in with her parents, leaving Pop alone in their previously homey apartment.

Meanwhile, Kitty is off to college upstate, while Esther finishes high school and Lily starts middle school, and Ma and Lenny are…well, they’re Ma and Lenny. It is, by and large, the exact opposite of Ethan’s father’s life.

And it’s clear, with each passing family dinner, that Pop is painfully aware.

Lenny heads out of town for a week. Shows out west, and visiting his mother and a few interviews. The usual stuff. He calls every night before bed, and Ethan gets a turn on the phone with the man. They talk about pretty standard stuff. The weather and the news. Grandpa’s Abe’s latest crusade.

Third night in, Lenny brings up something a little different.

“Do me a favor, huh kid?”

“Sure, Lenny. What’s up?”

“Just uh…keep an eye on your mother,” Lenny says. “Especially at family dinner tomorrow night.”

Ethan frowns. That tone. He knows that tone. Lenny gets that tone when something is worrying him. He had that tone when Ethan got drafted; when Lily was born a couple weeks sooner than they expected; When Kitty got cornered by some creep reporter after school one day.

“Yeah, of course,” Ethan promises. “You know I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to Ma.”

“I know,” Lenny insists. “Just uh…eyes peeled. Something uh…something came up with your old man the other day, and she’s…feeling a little fragile.”

Ethan’s jaw sets as his eyes fall on a photo of himself, his mother and his younger sister, from after Pop left. “You got it, Lenny.”

“I’ll talk to you later,” Lenny promises.

“Yep,” Ethan clips out.

Lenny pauses. He knows Ethan knows.

Ethan hangs up the phone. He doesn’t sleep much that night.

****

“What’s eatin’ you?”

Ethan glances up at Susie from his desk at her offices. She’s expanded into a bigger space, so he’s got his own alcove. “Nothin.”

“Bullshit,” Susie snaps. “This a war thing?”

“No.”

“C’mon, it’s a slow day. Spill it.”

Ethan takes a breath. “Last night, Lenny asked me to watch out for Ma at family dinner.”

Susie blinks. “Queens suddenly turn into a slum?”

“No,” he shakes his head.

“Then why-”

“Lenny asked me. To watch out for Ma. At family dinner,” Ethan enunciates.

Susie blinks. “Fuck.”

“Yeah.”

“Shit.”

“Yep.”

“Fucking Joes.”

“Yeah, that.”

“Lenny expound on what’s goin’ on?” Susie asks.

“Nope,” he shakes his head. “But you and I have both seen enough horrible shit in this world to take a few guesses.”

Susie’s own jaw sets then. “Tell your bubbe to set an extra place for dinner.”

Ethan nods and picks up the phone on his desk. “You got it.”

*****

Ethan doesn’t hesitate to step inside the house in Queens when he and Susie arrive. Just opens the door and heads in, looking around.

“I like that you can’t be fucked with hesitating,” Susie tells him.

“I grew up here,” Ethan reminds her. “This is practically my second home. Zeyde! Bubbe!”

“IN THE LIVING ROOOOM!” Shirley’s voice calls.

Ethan heads in that direction, settling the bottle of wine he’d brought down.

“My Ethan!” his grandmother croons, rushing up to pinch his cheek and give him kisses. “I feel like we never see you anymore!”

“Well, I work, Bubbe, I get busy,” he says gently.

“There he is,” Moishe crows, shaking his hand affectionately. “You look good, Ethan.”

“Thanks,” Ethan grins.

“Hello, Susie,” Shirley grins. “So nice to have you! Let me get some drinks started!”

“Thanks, Shirley. Make it a double.”

“Anyone else here?” Ethan asks.

“Kitty is studying in the kitchen,” Moishe tells him. “That girl. Your sisters are all brains!”

Ethan chuckles a little and shrugs. “It makes up for me being a big meathead,” he jokes.

“Please, you’ve got the Maisel business brain!” Moishe crows. “That’s why you’re such a good fit for Susie’s company. She’s lucky I didn’t snap you up for Maisel and Roth!”

“Fuck right I am,” Susie interjects. “Kid’s great. I’m lucky to have him, when he’s not eating me out of the office.”

“He’s a big boy,” Shirley defends. “He needs nutrition.”

“And on that note, I’m gonna go say hello to Kitty,” Ethan tells them, taking his drink and slipping down the hallway into the kitchen.

She sits with a large textbook, notebook and pen in front of her, and she smiles when she spots him. “Hey.”

He nods and sits next to her. “How’s school going?”

“Crazy,” she admits. “I almost didn’t get away, but Daddy called. He wanted me to come.”

“Yeah, I talked to him, to…” Ethan tells her. “He wanted me to keep an eye on Ma.”

Kitty narrows her eyes, looking worried. “That’s concerning.”

“Yeah.”

“Well. I’m here. I can help,” Kitty promises. “I’ll keep watch, too.”

“Thanks, Sis,” Ethan grins, lifting his drink to her. “You are, as ever, the best of us.”

She laughs softly and goes back to her books, just as Joel steps into the kitchen, going straight for a high cabinet and pulling an old bottle of scotch down.

“Hey, Pop,” Ethan says warily.

Joel nearly fumbles the bottle as he turns to the two younger adults. “Ethan. Hey. Kitty.”

Kitty salutes with her pencil.

“You uh…your mom here yet?” Joel asks, cradling the bottle.

“Nope,” Kitty tells him. “Between Esther and Lily and Midge, punctuality isn’t exactly a priority.”

“Yeah, she uh…she’s always late,” Joel says wistfully.

Ethan lifts his eyebrows. “You uh…you okay there, Pop?”

“Fine. Just. Fine.”

Ethan nods slowly as he watches him step out of the room.

“Well, it’s always nice when a parent lies to our faces,” Kitty mutters.

“Yeah,” Ethan breathes out. “Fuck.”

*****

Eventually everyone shows up and Shirley herds them all into the dining room.

“No studying at the table,” she orders as she takes Kitty’s textbook.

“But-”

“You don’t want to get kugel on your book,” Shirley chides her as she sets the book on a table in the hallway. “It’ll be waiting right there for you.”

Midge beams as Kitty takes a seat next to her, leaning over and kissing her temple. “Hi, Sweetie. I’m so glad you could make it.”

Kitty smiles back at her. These dinners are odd without her father here, but Midge makes that awkward feeling a little less aggressive. Though Midge is looking a little pale. “Mom, are you okay?” she asks quietly.

“Fine,” Midge smiles. “I’m great. Just long hours recently. You know how it is. Business we call show, yada yada yada.”

Kitty glances at Ethan, who has taken the seat on Midge’s other side. He doesn’t look like he’s buying it either.

Susie looks even less convinced from Ethan’s other side.

Kitty steals a glance at Joel, who is looking…

A little guilty.

A quick glance at Esther and Lily tells Kitty that they’re also aware that something is very off.

But dinner progresses normally. As normal as these things get anyways. Moishe and Abe bicker, and Shirley cooked too much food. Rose looks judgmentally at everyone’s plates as they scarf down carbohydrates, and everyone chats. Susie and Ethan talk about work, and Abe looks deeply interested in what Kitty is learning in school (which makes Kitty feel a little fuzzy inside. She’s always appreciated how much of an interest Abe has always taken in her education).

“Look at that, we’re out of salad already,” Shirley marvels.

“I’ve got it,” Midge offers, already getting to her feet.

“You’re a doll, Midge,” Shirley beams.

It only takes a moment for Joel to rise to his feet. “I’ll help.”

“No,” Ethan says firmly. “You won’t. Ma doesn’t need help. She knows how to dish more salad into a bowl.”

Joel freezes, staring at his son. “What?”

“Sit, Pop,” Ethan orders.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do,” Joel snaps. “I’m your father.”

“I said sit, before I make you sit.”

The table goes deadly silent. There’s a deep understanding around the room of just how serious Ethan is.

“No,” Joel tells him definitely. “You don’t fucking get to tell me what to do. Punk little kid, think because you went to war you know everything.”

He throws his napkin down and starts moving toward the doorway, only for Ethan to block him.

“I’m nearly a foot taller than you,” Ethan reminds him. “And maybe war didn’t teach me everything, but it sure as hell taught me how to knock somebody on their ass.”

“Oh, is that what this is?” Joel scoffs. “You wanna fight?”

“Holy shit, I can’t believe this is happening,” Susie mutters.

“I want you to leave Ma alone,” Ethan corrects him. “Whatever happened between you two earlier in the week was, apparently it wasn’t good, and nobody is lookin’ to repeat that, least of all her.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about!” Joel yells. “You don’t know anything!”

The second Joel grabs his shirt, Ethan smoothly throws a fist, and Joel is suddenly on his ass on the floor.

“Ethan!” Shirley cries, shocked, rushing to her son.

“This is the best day of my fuckin’ life,” Susie marvels.

Midge rushes back in then, without the salad, she sees Joel on the floor and then swallows, looking up at Ethan. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“No, yeah I did,” Ethan tells her.

Lily is up out of her seat, looking at Joel on the floor. “On a scale from one to ten, how much did that hurt?”

“Lily, please,” Rose admonishes. “Honestly, Ethan. This could have been settled without violence.”

“He wasn’t gonna back down,” Ethen tells them all calmly.

Midge takes a breath, looking around at the four kids, and Susie. “Grab your things. Let’s go get some pizza and talk.”

“You’re leaving?” Shirley asks, looking frantic suddenly.

Midge doesn’t respond, just herds all four of them towards the door, and Kitty picks up her books on the way.

*****

It gnawed at him too much.

Tipping off Ethan and Kitty to the situation was a good idea, but he can’t help himself, and so he’d hopped a flight back, and now he’s standing in front of the Maisel residence in Queens, about to knock on the door when it swings open, revealing Midge and all four kids, about to leave.

“Something tells me I missed the fun,” Lenny says as he takes them all in.

Midge huffs out a breath and throws her arms around him, holding him tightly.

“Yeah,” he mutters into her hair. “I’m sorry, Sweetheart.”

When they’d talked on the phone the other night, and she’d described how things with Joel had become physical in a more threatening, mildly more violent way than usual - only stopped by Archie walking into Joel’s office - Lenny had offered to come home early, but Midge had told him everything was fine.

Everything is no longer fine.

“Anyone care to explain?” he asks the quartet standing in the doorway.

Ethan and Kitty look at each other darkly, while Lily just shrugs, and Esther…

Esther narrows her eyes and turns right back around.

“Fuck,” Ethan spits out, following his sister. “Es - Es wait-”

Lenny, for his part, tries to follow the two Maisel children, but Midge isn’t letting go anytime soon, and he gets the feeling that she downplayed how bad things got with Joel, on top of whatever happened here tonight.

“I got this,” Susie promises, and rushes after the kids, clearly a little bit gleeful.

There’s a loud slap from further inside the house, and an even louder grunt before Esther comes marching back out with Ethan and Susie following her, both trying hard not to look too pleased.

“Ethan punched Pop,” Esther explains as she steps out of the house with her siblings. “Pop wasn’t backing down, so he got punched. And I just figured out why, so I slapped him.” She looks around at her family. “Mama mentioned pizza. Let’s do that.”

*****

Midge has never been more grateful for her family.

Susie slipped away when they got back into the city, apparently watching the kids beat up their father was more than enough entertainment for her, and she wandered off for a drink. The girls picked up the pizza, while Lenny and Ethan escorted Midge home, and now she’s curled up on the couch with everyone lounging around her.

The fight with Joel the other night had been -

Bad feels like an understatement. Since Mei left with Lan, he’s been different. Angrier. Often drunker, and Midge had been on the receiving end of that drunken rage. When his hand had gripped her around the neck, it had been like being doused in ice water. Like drowning.

This was no longer the Joel she knew, and she’d told Lenny mostly out of fear. She hadn’t expected him to mention it to the kids, but she’s grateful now that he did. If she’d been left alone with Joel again, she’s not sure what would have happened, even in his parents’ home.

Eventually everyone gets tired. It’s far past Lily’s bedtime. Lenny will drive Kitty back to school in the morning, and for the rest of them, it will be a lazy Saturday.

Midge gets ready for bed slowly, finding her hands shaking in the quiet of their bedroom.

“It’s been a long week for you,” Lenny says gently, pulling her close. “It’s okay to freak out a little, Midge.”

She nods and wraps her arms around him tightly. “I know I said everything was fine, and you didn’t have to come home, but fuck am I glad you did anyways.”

“Me too,” he admits. “You have to stop downplaying these things, though. Seriously, Midge. Fuck the gigs, fuck the interviews, and to hell with my mother, you needed me here, you should have said so.”

Midge nods, closing her eyes. “I thought I was handling it.”

“If I hadn’t tipped off the kids…”

She shrugs. “Then Joel probably would have done something else tonight.”

Lenny nods. “No more downplaying?”

“No more downplaying,” Midge promises. “Can I kiss you now?”

He huffs. “I suppose I could suffer through that.”

She grins and leans in.

#fic #tmmm #Midge x Lenny #And the fam #Joel gets punched

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enchantinglyjade · 2 years

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Milk & Honey - Ch. 10

Austin!Elvis x Black!OC

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Summary: Honey and Elvis finally get a real date

Warning: Racial issues, heavy makeout session, brief talk about sex, swearing

Note: AH! it’s been so long! I’m sorry, don’t hate me too much. I hope this cute chapter will make up for the wait.

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Song: Cry to Me by Solomon Burke

‘We’ll talk about this in the morning.’ is all she said to me.

I got the worst sleep of my life, dreading seeing light hit the sky. I didn’t wash up or nothing, cause I was too afraid to leave my damn room. I stayed in my dress all night, sitting at the edge of my bed thinking about what I could say to her.

As expected, once I did decide to leave my room that next morning an argument ensued.

“You sneakin out, you singing on stage, lettin your hair down, kissin white boys. This ain’t how I raised you. I thought I could trust you, that you matured into a fine young woman, but you been provin to me that you ain’t nothin but a child still. Ever since Elvis started comin ‘round you ain’t been yourself. He ain’t gon do nothing but bring trouble to ya.” She roughly scrubs dishes, angry while she speaks.

“Ma-”

“Ah!” She points a soapy finger at me, a sud or two dripping onto the tiles below. “I don’t wanna hear it!”

“Ma, I love him!” She freezes, looking down into the kitchen sink, both hands on either side of it. “I’m sorry about not telling you about the singing, and sneaking out, and everything else in between, but that don’t give you any right to constantly make me feel ashamed of who I am. And I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.” She dries her hands, walking around the kitchen pretending to be busy just to avoid making eye contact with me. “But I have loved Elvis since the day I could walk. I can’t control it, and I thought you would be the one person on this Earth that I could trust to understand what that’s like.”

She pauses in front of the refrigerator. Her eyes glisten like mine, but she still says nothing.

“I’m scared, Mama,” is all I have to say, before we both break. She finally turns to look at me, walking over to wrap her arms around me.

I sob into her dress, holding her tight. “I pushed him away for years cause I didn’t want any of us getting hurt, but every day I’m not with him my heart breaks, Ma. I love him. So much” My lip quivers against her shoulder.“I’m sorry about the singing, but a lot of people say I’m real good at it. And Vickie says people like blonde hair now. Things is changing. It ain’t as bad as it used to be. I never meant to hurt you, Mama, I swear.”

She pulls away, holding my face in her hands with a sigh. She wipes away the tears that have fallen from my eyes. “I never meant to make you feel ashamed of who you are. You’re beautiful and strong, I have no doubts about that. I just worry about ya. I don’t want nobody hurtin my baby.” She sighs. “I guess I can’t be mad at ya, you just like me when I was your age.” I sniffle, furrowing my eyebrows at her words. She smiles sadly, wiping a tear from her own face, “Used to go out and sing with all the sharecroppers. How you think I got your daddy? Just a thing us James women got, I guess.”

My eyes widen. Okay, what!? I thought she was just talking about Elvis, now she’s a singer??

I giggle excitedly, wanting to hear more. She rarely talks about this kind of stuff, it usually makes her emotional or distant whenever Dad’s brought up, so I try to avoid doing so and just let her talk about it when she wants to.

I remain silent, wanting to give her all the space she needs to continue.

She sits on the edge of the stairs, looking off into the distance in a trance while she recovers some of her memories. “Used to know a sharecropper that played guitar. He was a sweet boy. I’d go out and sing with’em when the Beau family wasn’t lookin. I had eyes for your daddy, but I knew better. Didn’t know he was lookin back. One day his family went out to town, I didn’t know he stayed back. He followed me when I went to meet that boy, listened to me sing. Told me that was the day he knew he was in love.”

At this point, my tears have dried and all I can do is stare at her in amazement while I listen to her talk about her past. There’s only so much I knew about my dad and Ma’s life before she had me. All of this is new information for me.

I sit down next to her on the small wooden step. “So…you’re not mad Elvis and I are together?” I ask reluctantly.

She lets a deep breath out. “How can I be, baby? Elvis was always such a good boy and I saw from the other day he’s still the same little southern gentleman he used to be. I always knew you two would find each other some time.”

I look at her in amusement. “What do you mean you always knew?”

She chuckles, placing a hand on my knee. “The two of you were so close. You were always starin at him, chasin him around, givin him flowers. Everyone in the neighborhood would talk about how crazy you were for him.”

My jaw drops. They talked about me? Did everyone know except me?? God, that’s embarrassing.

She continues, “Gladys would tell me how much he talks about you when he’d come back home at the end of the night. I was surprised when I saw you brought Michael here. Never liked that boy. Was always somethin off about him.”

Yeah, I hear ya on that one.

She sighs, taking a moment to sort through her thoughts, before looking back at me. “Be careful with him, baby.” She adds sadly. “He may be a good man, but he still a man. What a person can do with all that fame is beyond anything I’ve ever been able to imagine.”

I gulp, looking down at the floor. Normally, I push away these types of thoughts, but naturally fears of his rising fame have crossed my mind a time or ten. Of course I’ve thought about the unfathomable exposure of women beyond any man's wildest dreams. Not to mention what the papers and broadcasters would say to the entire country about me.

Noticing the look on my face she adds, “I don’t mean to scare ya. I’m sure you know a lot more about this media bullshit than my old ass does.”

I laugh.

“Just watch yourself out there. Especially with the singin. Baby, there’s gon be a lot of people that will try and take advantage of ya, and even more people that ain’t gon like what you’re doin.”

I reach around her to pull her into a hug. I feel guilty knowing how much I’ve unintentionally villainized her recently. I thought she’d find out about everything and lock me in a tower or something ridiculous. She may have been overprotective of me my whole life, but at the end of the day, I know she never thought it was me that couldn’t handle myself, she was just scared of everyone else. I got so caught up in keeping everything a secret that I forgot how open minded she actually is and how much she believes and trusts in me, and I’m beyond grateful for it.

“Ma, everything will be okay, I promise. I’m trying to keep my meetings with Elvis private. Besides, I trust him. I know no one is perfect, but if something comes up, I’ll deal with it, okay? Everything’s fine.”

She pulls away with a big smile, rubbing my arm. “You sing beautifully, baby. I’m so proud of you.” She takes a deep breath, “And as much as it terrifies me, I’m glad one of us got to chase our dreams.”

She tries to hold back, but I watch as she blinks away a tear. I can tell there’s a lot of history and meaning behind those last words of hers. She didn’t just mean the dreams of singing, she meant love too. Man, what would it be like if Elvis got taken away? Or having to flee my home to an unknown place to raise his baby on my own? I can only imagine the pain she’s been through.

I squeeze her hand tight, not really knowing what to do to comfort her, but hoping just being there for her is the least I can do.

Never have I felt closer to my mom. I felt such a huge weight lifted off my chest, and it made facing this new day feel much more tolerable. I felt beyond relieved that she was truly okay with everything and that no more secrets were between us.

Later that night, I found myself back at the club for my next shift. Okay, maybe there was still one secret between us.

Being back on my usual schedule felt wrong after last night. Unfortunately, despite my childish hopes and dreams, my life had not changed after being on stage. Things went back to normal and I was back to being nobody. Of course, those like Vickie and Sunbeam gave me congratulations, but still I felt invisible. The only thing that had changed was a new burning desire for more deep within my heart.

I guess success doesn’t come without hard work.

Though I suppose there was one thing to be excited about that I didn’t have before.

“I missed you, baby.” He wraps his arms around my waist from behind, kissing the back of my neck.

”Elvis, I’m working right now. You shouldn’t even be up here.” I twist my neck, reaching behind me to capture those soft lips in a kiss.

He chuckles against my lips. “Well, you tell Sunbeam you’re goin home early tonight. I got som’ important to be doin with my girl.”

His hands untie my apron behind my back, causing it to fall to the floor and the pens in the pocket to roll across the carpet. His eyes graze my face while he rubs up and down my thighs.

I bit my bottom lip to stop an excited smile from appearing on my face. “Elvis Presley, I don’t know what you think I’m doing with you tonight-”

“No, baby. It ain’t like that. I had somethin else in mind.” He bites his lip seductively before wrapping his arms around my torso, hugging me against him. He places his chin on my shoulder, swaying us back and forth while he continues speaking. “You remember when we was kids and I’d tell you one day we’d be ridin round in a Cadillac?”

I giggle, leaning my forehead against his temple. “Just like how you said you’d be a superhero too.”

“And I will be. But I plan on keeping that first promise to ya. I wanna take you some place special to me.” He thumbs my dress, gliding over my stomach.

Judging by the sudden softness and seriousness in his tone, it must have been a little more than just a ‘special’ place. I smile at his sincerity. “And this is the part where you remember we can’t be in the same vehicle together.”

He scoffs, pulling away. “Ain’t no police gon take you from me. Your superhero’s here to save you from all their evil doin’s.” He states dramatically, doing his best Captain Marvel Jr pose like I’d watch him practice all them years ago.

I laugh at his goofiness, kissing him, before pushing him down the hallway and following him to his car downstairs.

Before I knew it, we were off going God knows where in his pink Cadillac he’s been dreaming of owning for so long. Technically, he drove me in it yesterday, but it was short lived and honestly his car was the last thing on my mind.

My still straightened hair blew in the wind as we flew down the boulevard. It felt so nice to finally be with Elvis without all the drama. Everything feels so much lighter now without the stress of Mama or Micheal.

I close my eyes and lean my head back on the white leather seat, breathing in the fresh air that ran past my face.

Elvis takes a quick glance at me, smiling at my tranquil state. He takes my hand, massaging his thumb into my knuckles, before turning back to the road.

Not even a second later, I feel his hand tighten around mine and he says, “Shit! It’s a cop, baby. Get down.”

I all but throw myself across his lap, ducking just below the line of the dashboard. He places a hand on my head, flattening my hair from coming into view. He clears his throat, sitting up to portray a composed appearance to the officer.

I hold my breath against his leg, as if that would hide me better. I close my eyes, waiting for him to update me on what’s happening. He rubs his fingers across the side of my face as if to keep me calm.

Realizing at least a minute has gone by, I cautiously turn my head to look up at him. He has a completely relaxed face, looking forward, and occasionally adjusting the wheel without a care in the world.

“Did we pass him?” I whisper.

He looks down at me shocked as if he forgot I was there.

He smirks smugly. “Oh, yeah. We passed him a while ago. I just like the look of you down there.”

I gasp, sitting up to smack him on the arm. “Elvis!”

Soon he was driving us on a dirt road through a forest of trees.

With anyone else, I would have been panicking right now, but knowing him, it must have been something real exciting he was about to show me.

Though my excitement is quickly put to an end. The air fills with a familiar damp and…fishy smell; Earthy, not pleasant, but somehow still relaxing.

We come to a clearing and a large river comes into sight. He parks the car on a small grass edge next to a dock. He jumps out, bolting around the car to open the door for me. I giggle, stepping out and placing a kiss on his check.

He takes my arm into his, walking me a very short distance to the front of the car, sitting me down on the hood. “Close your eyes. I have a surprise.”

I do as he says with a smile, hoping my ears can make out his plans.

I feel the car bounce slightly and I assume he’s grabbing something from it. My ears catch the sound of him shuffling back and forth in the grass, which I can’t help but chuckle at.

“No peekin now.”

“I’m not!”

Static emerges from the car radio as it switches between stations, before finally settling on a slow, and romantic song. He huffs back over to the front of the car, catching his breath somewhere in front of me.

“Okay. Open your eyes.”

I open one, teasingly squinting at him. I catch a glimpse of a faint light behind him and lean to the side to peer over his shoulder.

Just a few feet in front on the shoreline lies a small red blanket with a woven basket and a tin battery operated lantern atop it.

He leans against the hood, staring off into the nature before us. “Used to come here after having bad days at school. Ride my truck right up here at night, get me a nice view of the Miss’ippi, think about how I could make the world a better place.”

He hums at himself, taking in the view of said river. Suddenly, he stands back in front of me, insecurely obstructing my view. “Now, I know it’s not great, but I went down to that one here candy store and picked us out some stuff.” He quickly shuffles over to the basket. “I didn’t really know what to bring, but I got Clark Bars, Baby Ruth’s, Bit O’ Honey’s cause it ‘minded me of you. PB&J’s. I made em myself.”

He nervously fumbles with the food, taking one after another out of the basket.

“Elvis.”

“I even bought those weird little wax bottles cause I remembered you used to like em. And, well, I hope you still do, but if you don’t I guess I’ll eat em even though I never really cared for em, but I got other stuff too, like-”

“Elvis!” He snaps his head up in fear, slowly putting the candy down. I make my way over to him, sitting next to him on the blanket and placing my hand on top of his. “It’s beautiful.”

I take in the view of the Mississippi River. The water is calm and in the distance you can see the outline of the Memphis-Arkansas Bridge in the faint light of what was left of the sunset. “It’s so pretty here.”

He studies my expressions closely, making sure I was being genuine with my compliments.

I see this and nudge him. “Why are you so nervous? You act like we’ve never hung out before.”

He chuckles, looking down at the blanket, scratching his neck. “Well, I- I guess this is just our first official date. I wanted it to be perfect, somethin that woulda really made ya happy, not this. I would’ve taken you out properly, but…”

I’m black? You'll get bombarded with fans? We’ll be thrown in jail?

“I know.” Is all I can say to that. I rest my head on his shoulder, hugging his arm. “But everything is perfect. I have all the happiness I could get just having you here. Everything else is a bonus. Besides, it’s nice to finally get some private time with you.”

We sat still for a moment, listening to the sound of the water swishing and the radio playing all while the sky finally darkened, leaving us with nothing but the light from the lantern and a couple of lightning bugs.

“I wish I would’ve been able to see you more when we was teens. Could’ve saved me from all that Dixie business.”

I chuckle.

We both know we wouldn’t have seen each other anyway, not being allowed in the same schools and all, but I hold back saying anything. I don’t need to constantly remind him and myself of the cruelty of the world.

“What are your dreams?” I ask him.

He answers like it’s the most normal question he’s ever been asked. “Be big, change the world. I wanna fly. How bout you?”

I smile. Despite the amount of years it had been since I last asked him, his answer had yet to change. For as long as I’ve known Elvis all he ever wanted to do was fly.

I shrug. “I don’t know. Go Kansas sometime or somethin.”

He throws his head back, laughing. “Oh, quit snorin me. I’m serious. Who do you wanna be?”

I have many dreams. I wanna be able to walk down the streets with him in peace. I wanna meet my dad one day, maybe in 30 years we’ll even be allowed to see a movie together too. I wanna see Mama happy again. And if I have the time, I wanna change the world and make it big too. But some dreams are too unrealistic.

“I wanna be like you.”

He furrows his eyebrows in disbelief.

I continue, having yet to look up at him from my place on his shoulder. “I want your passion and talent. You make people feel things when you perform. I envy that in you.”

He shakes his head. “You have your own special way of charming a room, Darlin. Trust me on that one. You have no idea the power you have.” He gently grabs my face, forcing me to look at him. “You’ve bewitched me.” He states dramatically, before leaning in to capture my lips. I giggle into the kiss, both of us falling backwards onto the blanket.

We spent the next hour looking up at the stars, hair sprawled out across the blanket, talking about anything and everything that crossed our minds while popping candies in our mouths.

“Colonel got me on lock down. Can’t perform for a while. They basically put me on house arrest til I ‘learn to behave myself’. I don’t get what they want from me. Puttin me in a penguin suit singin a couple’a doo wops. Said they want me actin more ‘white’. I just don’t get it.”

I scoff, “Oh, I feel ya. Ma had me doin the same thing. You know she used to put cold rags on my face thinkin it would make my eyes blue? ‘It’s all for my protection.’ She’d tell me that everyday.”

“I always thought about what it’d be like to have brown eyes.”

“Why?”

“Make me look more dark and mysterious.”

“You really need to stop readin them comics.”

“I don’t know what the hell Michael was on about last night bout me bein all popular or something, cause growin up ain’t nobody like me.”

“I did!”

“‘Cept you, lil darlin.”

“Can I be honest with you?” He hums for me to continue. “I miss those little Mississippi shacks.”

He turns over on his side. “Why?!” He questions in disbelief.

I tilt myself towards him, shrugging. “It was nothing, it was dirty, but it was simple. Everything was. Sometimes I just wanna go back to hidin away from the world. It felt safer.”

“Now, you know that’s far from the truth. I saw how much you was smilin up on that stage.”

Just the mention of the word makes one appear on my face.

He rubs his hand up and down my arm. “I know things ain’t gonna be easy, but you’re still happy and proud of yourself. You know I’m always here to protect you, baby.” He takes my hand, leaving a kiss on my knuckles.

When your baby leaves you all alone

And nobody calls you on the phone

A song begins playing on the radio from the car, echoing through the dark, empty space of the night.

A chill runs up my spine, whether from him or the river breeze I’m unsure. I snuggle into his chest, embracing his warmth and listening to the chirping of crickets amongst the other critter sounds.

“I can’t believe how long I waited to have you like this. All that time I wasted.”

He massages my back, admiring my face from above. “If anything it was me wastin time. If I only woulda had the guts back when we first kissed, none of this woulda happened. I coulda had you to myself all these years by now. Didn’t know what I was missin.”

A-don’t you feel like a-cryin’?

Don’t you feel like cryin’?

“Is it too early to say I love you?”

Why did I just say that? Of course it’s too early. You’re gonna scare him off!

His chuckle vibrates through his chest and into my hand. “Do you?” He questions, peering down at me.

I insecurely look up at him, looking for signs of fear or disgust. Hesitantly, I answer, “Yeah.”

“Say it.”

“I love you, Elvis.”

He smiles at my timidness, kneading my shoulder. “I love you too, Bumble.”

My eyes widen and I instantly hide myself back into his neck, giggling, embarrassed at the old nickname. “You still callin me that?” I ask through my smile.

He laughs along with me. “What’s wrong with it? I gave you the name myself.”

I lift my head back up, shaking it at him.

We lock eyes, staring at each other while a long silence came between us.

“You’ll always be my little bumble bee.”

I let out a breathy laugh, before another gust of wind comes by causing me to jump back into his arms.

He hums, pulling me close as if to shield me from mother nature. He continues rubbing my upper body, slowly peppering light kisses across my cheek.

“You won’t ever have to live in a place like that again.” His whispers dust past my ear. “I’m here to take care of you now.”

Well, here I am, a-honey

A-come on, well, cry to me

My breath hitches against his neck. As if it had it’s own mind, my hand begins drifting down his chest, pulling his shirt towards me until his lips crashed on mine. His hand floats down, grabbing my thigh to lift it on top of his own. Our legs became entangled as our tongues danced with one another.

Before I know it, he’s on top of me, grinding me into the grass. Right as I’m about to unbutton his shirt, he stops me just like last time.

“Not here.”

I throw my head back, whining. “Elvis. What’s the matter? Is it something wrong with me?”

He picks himself off of me. “Now, you know damn well ain’t nothin the matter with you. You’re perfect, darlin’.” He reassures me, kissing my cheek while he fixes up his shirt. “I want our first time to be in a house we share, and preferably in a bed without critters crawlin in places they shouldn’t be. I ain’t takin you like this.”

I lean up, laughing. I cock my head to the side in adoration, watching him.

It would be nice to have our first time be romantic, but as long as my first time’s with him, I couldn't give a rats ass where it took place.

He crawls back on top of me, running his thumb over my cheek with a stern grip. “But trust me, baby, I wantcha. I wantcha real bad.”

I moan into his grip, my mind going wild with dirty thoughts.

“Now, come on. I best get you home now. Can’t risk driving ‘round too late.” Just like that, he pulls away gathering up his things.

I groan, picking myself up to help carry things to the car.

I spent the car ride snuggled up to him. He had one hand around my shoulders while the other turned the wheel. Every stop we came to he’d place a kiss on my forehead.

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get over this puppy love stage. Everything feels so perfect. It’s like my life finally feels at peace and every problem I ever had before seems small. I feel stronger with him and I’m determined to face the world with him no matter what tries to come between us. I swear, nothing could take this happiness from me.

“Ma know about us?” He asks, snapping me from my thoughts.

I’m just now aware that we’re parked outside my house. How long have we been here?

I nod. “Yeah, she knows.”

“Think I should go in and say hello?”

Always such a gentleman, ain’t he?

“She’s prolly asleep by now.”

He points to the house. “That why the lights on?”

I remove my head from his shoulder, peeking over at the house. Odd. She usually would be asleep by now. Then again, I did forget to call before I went with Elvis. Damn, she’s probably up worrying about me.

He peers around the windshield to inspect a car in front of us. “You got company over?”

I take a look at the car as well. It definitely isn’t the neighbors car, unless they suddenly got rich overnight. I examine the license plate. Black. Alabama. Hmm.

“Maybe I should go inside now.”

“Alright, baby. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

One last kiss for the evening, then I make my way to my front door. He watches me as usual. I wave him goodbye, shutting the door behind me. Only then does he drive away.

I hang my purse up on the rack by the door, kicking off my shoes, completely oblivious to what was waiting for me in the privacy of my home. Seems like there’s always some unwanted surprise behind this door recently.

I go to walk up the stairs to my room, but catch a glimpse of my mom sitting on the couch with an unsettling look in her eyes. She just sits there. No TV on or nothing. She just watches me, waiting for me to notice.

I furrow my eyebrows in confusion and slight fear. I hesitantly tiptoe over to her as if I’m anticipating something to jump out at me.

“Hey.” I say, looking around. “Meant to call. I was out with Elvis. Hope I didn’t cause too much-”

That’s when I hear it. Them.

One of the dining room chairs squeaks causing me to quickly spin around at the noise.

At the table sits an unknown man and woman. White.

“Honey, there’s someone you need to meet.”

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Power Chapter 1: Emberson Leanne Howard

(Rue's narration will be stated in bold italics unless otherwise stated)

The Howard sisters were something different. First there was Cassie. Cassie was your typical California aesthetic kind of girl. She was cute, big chested and blonde. Gus, their father, tended to favor Cassie over the other two and even went so far as to put her in ice skating lessons but that was neither here nor there.

Next there was the twins, Lexi and Emberson, They weren't identical but fraternal twins.. Lexi was the more out spoken of the two, and was alittle more popular than Ember. She had a more lean body, with beautiful brown hair and matching eyes. We were best friends since we were kids.

Ember was the quiet one of the three, definitely not one to really want to have attention on herself and preferring to find peace within her own company. Despite that, most of the friend group they all hung out with and even most of the highschool thought that she was the most beautiful of the three sisters, and also the most kind. But Ember had a terrible temper and other mental issues which caused her to be continously in therapy. It all started when their father, Gus, got into a terrible accident with Ember in the car. The trauma from the accident and also the PTSD from her dad going down my favorite rabbit hole of drugs and drinking severely molded her into the outstanding citizen she was today.

Ember sat in the resting chair quietly, chewing on her already non existent nails. She made a mental note to ask Cassie if she wanted to go get their nails done together, if she was even in the mood for it.

"So, Emberson.." the therapist started, but before she could continue Ember interrupted her.

"It's Ember, ma'am." She quickly muttered, her leg bouncing slightly from the anxiety.

"My apologies. Ember, how are you since our last discussion?"

Ember shrugged, and sighed. Running her hand throughout her hair she finally looked back at Miss Callson.

"I'm ok, I guess. Seeing my sisters best friend get wheeled to a ambulance because she overdosed really wasn't on my list of things i planned on seeing this summer"

But she wasn't ok at all. It was triggering her PTSD with her dad . She could still remember when he had to move out due to his drug use and one night he came back to the Howard home to steal shit to pawn. Lexi and Ember didn't want him there, Cassie let him back in. Unfortunately for her seeing me being wheeled into a ambulance really upset her and a small part of me did feel bad. All she was trying to do was come over and braid my hair up for me, or bringing back some clothes she borrowed. I couldn't remember.

Miss Callson continued on questioning Ember, and Ember continued on answering as simply as she could, there was no use fighting it at that point. If they thought she needed a mandatory grippy sock vacation, she'd gladly take one.

Afterwards, Ember left and a new prescription in place of one of her meds she usually took in tow. She drove to a nearby corner store, parking and getting out while smoothing down her leggings and favorite t shirt.

As she walked up to the door, Ember was startled by Fezco.

Now everybody knew about or has heard about Fezco O'neill, his grandmother was a complete drug dealing badness of a woman and he followed in her footsteps when she fell sick. Despite that, he was actually pretty fuckin' smart and did well during school until it was time to take care of his sick grandma and his brother Ashtray. Everyone also knew of his crush on Ember, him never being the one to want to get his heart broke he never said anything.

"Hey, ma'." Fezco spoke from his usual spot by the door. "What's in the bag?"

"Fuck! Fez I thought I told you about that scaring me shit!?" Ember hollard, crutching her chest.

"Shit, 'm sorry. You good?" He asked, getting up from his spot to try and comfort her.

"Yeah, yeah I'm good. And it's my uh.. it's my medicine. The kind that I actually got prescribed and not from a cooler in a bodega, babe. It's perfectly legal" she spoke, winking at him and his face turning a lovely shade of red amongst the freckles.

Then a walking zombie came waltzing back into their lives. Now I may be fresh out of rehab, but that doesn't mean I planned on staying sober.

"Rue, hey!" Ember noticed the familar crown of long curly hair and the small figure of one of her good friends, Rue.

"Hey Ember. Fez. " Rue replied, a small but genuine smile on her face.

Now when Ember said Hello, she was usually pretty genuine about it. Atleast with me. Now while Lexi was my "best friend since childhood", her twin Ember was definitely the less judgemental of the two and was definitely a more ride or die type of friend.

"How long you been back, Rue?" Fez asked, turning his attention briefly to Rue. Fezco was her friend, too. But had the displeasure of being her dealer at the same time. He couldn't help but feel guilty when she overdosed but Ember had to reassure him it wasn't his product that did it.

"Five days" Rue meekly responded.

"And how you been feelin'?" He asked, lighting his blunt and inhaling briefly, offering it to Ember. She politely declined.

"No thank you, Fezzy" she smiled at him.

"Well, ever since I gave my life over to my lord and savior, Jesus Christ, things have been like.. really good." Rue replied.

Ember shook her head chuckling.

"Word? That's what's up." Fez replied, continuing to smoke.

"You're full of shit, Rue. There's no way you're a born again christian" Ember giggled as she spoke, Rue smiling at her.

"Yeah.. yeah I'm fucking with You, Fez. It was a joke." Rue replied.

Rue asked where Ashtray was and headed inside, scoring her first hit since she was back.

"You know.. I worry about her more than I absolutely should" Ember spoke quietly, squatting down next to Fezco.

"Here, take the chair Em. An' i know, but you can't be out here worrin' about her all the time. It's not your job to worry. " Fezco spoke and offered her his chair. She smiled, taking it and knodding.

"Yeah, I know. But I still do."

~~~

Ooooooooof.

I'm excited 🥰🥰

#fezco fluff #fezco x y/n #fezco smut #fezco #euphoria

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house-of-slayterr · 1 year

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The Gangs All Here:

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Blinky’s POV:

I sadly bid goodbye to Tommy, but promised I’d come visit soon. His mother made it clear I was welcome anytime, despite her original hostility. And I told Monty I’d attempt to fix the wall next time and bring my good supplies. I had pretty much zoned out the whole day, my autism being particularly annoying today. Every little thing was making my skin crawl and my head pound. But I was trying my best to remain calm and in control.

Macy pulled up to our usual spot and parked.

“Wanna get some lunch before we head back to your place?”

I nodded. She frowned, lifting my chin with her finger.

“You feeling ok pretty girl?”

“I don’t know what’s gonna happen when I walk through that door Macy. I ran away, yes I told them I was going but still, I was a coward, I left.”

“I’m sure they won’t hold that against ya puddin’ how could anyone stay mad at you?”

She missed my nose and I giggled.

“Want me to go in with you?”

My eyes widened as I looked at her.

“It’s not like I don’t know.”

“I know that you know. But they don’t- know… you know, you know?”

“You’re cute when you don’t think before you speak.” She jeered.

I rolled my eyes.

“I just, I don’t want them to freak out. What if someone tries to hurt you? That would kill me inside.”

“You’re worried about me getting hurt? May I remind you I beat Thomas in our little wrestling contest last night?”

“Yeah you did” I smiled dreamily.

“There’s that smile I love so much! Come on let’s get you some proper food, I’m buying.”

Macy was too tall to put her arm on my shoulder, so she just put it on my head and I playfully glared up at her. I don’t know how she does it. Macy isn’t the happiest of people, at least not on the outside. Most people would probably find her scary or intimidating. Yet she always managed to make me smile, from that first day we met all those months ago.

Miss G greeted Macy and I Happily. As we sat in our spot she set down our coffees, leaving the pot at the table.

“You know you two are my favourite right?” She said.

Macy smiled at her. “Your boss makes the only edible food in this town” Macy joked, “it’s good to see you again.”

“You two deary, you know what you want to order yet? I know this one wants a pastry.” She laughed.

“Yes please!”

“Give us a moment to think, take your time with the other customers.”

Miss G gave us a kind smile and left us to look at the menus.

“Ugh, why can’t that woman be my mother.” Macy quipped.

“I know right. But Luda ain’t all that bad. She’ll get better.” I said, placing my hand in hers.

“I’ve never seen her yell at Hoyt like that before Blinky, I think you starred a wildfire.” She laughed.

“Good, your family needed to get in gear. I swear y’all didn’t say two words to each other that weren’t about me. Do you guys even talk?” I asked.

“Just me and Tommy. Nobody wants to hear what Hoyt or Monty have to say. And Ma, she has her kind moments but we mostly just stick to ourselves. I don’t mind it that much, means I don’t have anyone up my ass when I disappear from time to time.”

“And where would you be right now, if you weren’t with me?” I asked, curious.

“The Glenwood Cemetery in Huston. The place is huge! Everytime I go I read a few new graves and I like to think about the lives they may have had. Oldest grave I’ve found so far was 1871.”

I smiled fondly. Macy had strange interests but I always let her talk about them. I loved hearing her voice when she was happy. It had this little hum, when her tongue moves to fast and hit the top of her mouth. It sounded like little bees in my ears. She had the slightest lisp that she tried really hard to hide, but I thought it added to her charm.

My voice whistled too, ever since I lost that tooth. Sometimes my tongue would poke out from behind it and make a weird little sound. We looked over the menu, I knew it was really important to her that I ate something “healthy” so I put a pause on the could so I could focus. But that didn’t last long when I caught her staring.

“Yes?” I asked.

“Nothing,”

I squinted my eyes at her.

“Did you know you stick your tongue out when your focused?” She asked smugly.

“Pftt, I dont-“ I looked down, “oh. What’s that doing there?” I said.

She laughed airily, loud enough that some of the other patrons looked out way. But Macy was not one to be shy. Sure, she was stand offish, but that was because she didn’t like people. But she was never shy.

“I don’t know how you do it Blink, but I swear you get cuter each day.”

I blushed heavily.

“Hush, I’m trying to focus.”

She held her hands up in mock surrender. Seemingly she already knew what she was going to order.

“What about this? That’s got protein right?”

I pointed to it on her menu.

“A Falafel burger, sure, tons. You sure you’re up for trying it?”

“Mmm, it’s been a good day. I think I can handle a new food.”

“You two ready?”

“Umm yes, can we have one Falafel burger, fries on a different plate please. And I’ll take two of your lunch burritos and a salad for us to split.”

“You kids are hungry today, coming right up. Oh, Blinky the pastry of the day is apple fritters.” She addressed me.

“Apples!” I said, my eyes glowing.

She leaned in to whisper.

“I’ll put a few aside for you in a take out box.”

“You’re the best!” I smiled.

“Anything else to drink? Or just coffee today?”

I turned to Macy, “milkshake?” She grinned wide, “a strawberry milkshake with two straws please.”

“Coming right up. I’ll put extra whipped cream and a Cherry for each of you.”

“You’re a god send.” Macy complimented.

The woman blushed and hurried off to the kitchen.

“You’re only getting a milkshake cause you’ve been so good today. I’m proud of you for how you handled my family. They’re enough to drive anyone crazy”

I pouted.

“I’m always good.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Sure you are Blink, you’re like a little hurricane that sneaks up on people.”

I frowned.

“Oh come on Blink. You know you can’t have all this sugar all the time. You said you were studying medicine, you should know this.”

“Yeah yeah, so it could thicken my heart muscles. Fine, I’ll cut back on my sugar.”

“Wait really, that’s what happens?”

“Mmm, it increases your insulin and it has nowhere else to go.” I shrugged.

“And you still eat the way that you do? Doesn’t that scare you?”

“Not before you, no. And I didn’t have much of a choice. America is stupid, the things that are the worst for you are the cheapest and most readily available. I could buy a watermelon for $3.50 or I could get two boxes of cereal that will feed me for a week.”

“You mean for breakfast right?”

“Breakfast, lunch, dinner… it doesn’t matter, I used to ration one meal a day so I’m not really used to this whole, normal diet thing.”

Macy cringed.

“God Blinky, no wonder you’re so tiny. Your body never had anything to help it grow. The foods not going anywhere ok? You can eat as much as you want.”

“I know that, it’s just hard I guess. Old habits right?”

“Yeah.”

“So, tell me more about this cemetery.” I tried to pivot the conversation on me.

I knew she wouldn’t judge, but I didn’t like conversations focused on my flaws. It made me uneasy.

“Oh my god, you would love it there. It’s so quiet and the grounds keeper is really nice. There’s actually this crypt there a family and build in the early 1900s. They’re son had been missing for years and they thought he was dead, then he just showed up out of nowhere with no memories. Since he was alive, it never got used. He lets me go in there and write sometimes.”

“Wow, that does sound nice. Maybe I could read some of you writing sometime.”

“You gonna show me that drawing you did of me?”

“Eventually…”

“Then you have your answer.”

I rolled my eyes. Touché. The food came and Macy looked likes she had never seen food in her entire life. It was always funny to me how she could eat like there wasn’t enough food in the world. Miss G set the milkshake in the middle of the table.

“You two let me know if you need anything else.”

“Of course, thank you!” I said politely.

I stared at my food for a second, dissecting it with my eyes. Macy has already taken a bit out of one of her burritos. But she waited until her mouth wasn’t full to speak again. She slid some silverware across the table to me.

“Take off the top bun, it will be easier to cut.” She said.

I took the silverware and followed her instructions. I cut it into 6 neat pieces. And separated them on my plate.

“Ketchup?” I asked.

“Try a bite first.” She answered.

I nodded, slowly bringing the food to my mouth. The texture wasn’t what I was expecting, but it wasn’t bad. The flavour was nice, and I smiled into the bite. She looked at me expectantly and I gave her a thumbs up.

“Ketchup.” I concluded.

She let out a little snort from her nose, which made me scrunch mine in return. It was a adorable. I ate about half of it before I reached for the milkshake. It was much better. It was sweet, and cold and it felt nice on my tongue. Macy had mostly been drinking her coffee, and I had a sneaking suspicion she was trying to save most of it for me.

“You can have some you know, we did order to share.”

“You first.” She said.

“You know full well I’ll drink this whole thing by myself if you don’t stop me.” I teased.

“Ok, sassy. Fine I’ll have some.”

She moved the cup between us and sipped from her straw. It was like one of those classic scenes from those 50s movies. To top it off, she scooped up some whipped cream in her finger and put it on my nose. I pulled back, alarmed.

“You did not just-“

“I did, what are you gonna do about it?”

I took a French fry and threw it at her head, but she caught it in her mouth. I glared at her and she just laughed.

“Face it Blinky, you’re even sweeter than this milkshake.” She said.

“I hate you.”

“You love me.”

“I know.”

I moved my plate out of the way, and stabbed my fork into the salad. We got it with no dressing cause I hate dressing. It made the veggies also soggy. Gross. The crispy cucumbers were my favourite part. I was surprised to see Macy was already onto her second burrito. I think it had eggs and meat and cheese, I looked at it in disgust. I didn’t mean to show it on my face, but sometimes I couldn’t help it. Macy rolled her eyes.

“You enjoying the salad.”

“Very fresh.” I said.

She took a break from her monstrosity of a lunch to eat some of the salad with me. I had no idea how she wasn’t full already. I sipped my coffee, the contrast between it and the Milkshake were a little jarring. But it wasn’t bad. The caffeine would help. I’d been sober for almost a week now, and I wasn’t feeling the best. But Macy didn’t need to know about that. I recently learned her middle name was Josephine cause Tommy’s sign name for her was MJ.

He made mine “cute” but signed with a B for my name. How could I argue against it when he himself looked cute signing it. I didn’t want to break his heart, so I gladly excepted the name. It was easier than spelling out Blinky. Tiny’s name already had a sign, so he didn’t need a special one. Miss G came back and she down one pasty for each of us, while sliding the take out box into my backpack with a wink. I smiled at her as she was called away to help someone else.

“Hey M?”

“Yes?” She asked.

“What if I- no it’s stupid.”

“Nothing you can say is stupid Blinky. I say the same thing to Tommy all the time. You both need to be a little more confident.” She said.

“What if I worked here?” I asked.

“Here? It’s not that far from your house I don’t think. Not that I’ve been there yet.” She put emphasis on the last part, “it’s a bit of a walk though isn’t it?” She pointed out.

I hummed.

“But you’d look cute in the uniform.” She smirked.

Of course that’s what she would focus on. The only think more ferocious then her appetite, was her sex drive. And I had unknowingly unleashed that can of worms. Oops.

“I’d have to ask of course. But like, beats working at the gas station. And it’s small enough that even full it wouldn’t be too loud, not that it ever gets too full.”

“Can you handle a job?” She cringed, “I’m sorry that came out wrong.”

“No, no it’s fine. I’ve had plenty before. I think my family will be more lenient on chores if I’m bringing in more money. Plus there’s tips. Only tip we get at the gas station is a middle finger.” I laughed.

“Then go for it. I could come visit you at work.” She smiled.

“And you wouldn’t have to worry so much about me when you’re back home. Now we know they have something healthy I can eat.”

“That is very true.”

When we finished our meal I only had two pieces of my burger left, but I didn’t think it would heat up well. I looked at Macy.

“It’s ok little bug, you did good. I’m proud of you.”

I smiled, glad I was able to please her. I was surprised when she put a whole $20 on the table for tip. I raised a brow at her.

“Made some extra fixing up an old bike and a few days before you called. I’ve got some cash to spend, and she deserves it.”

“Don’t leave it on the table, sticky fingers around here.” I suggested.

We walked up to the counter and slid the money to Miss G.

“Aww thank you cuties, you didn’t half to.”

“Please for all you do for us, I did have a question though.”

“Shoot kid!”

“Are you guys hiring? I’d have to ask my dad but-“

“I would love to have you working here, you’d bring some smiles to this place. Let me go get the paperwork and you can think on it.”

“Thank you.”

We waited by the counter for a second, but that’s when a three boys walked in. Roughly around our age, maybe a little older than me. But they were the rowdy type, that much was evident from the laughter disturbing the peace. I tensed slightly but Macy rubbed her hand up my arm.

The came beside us to sit at the counter, and started hollering for some service. I rolled my eyes.

“Ain’t anybody working here or is it self service?” On of them called.

I grit my teeth, if I was gonna work here I’d have to deal with idiots like this. But they were no worse than the gas station idiots. But when she came back out to hand me my papers and one of the boys said something under his breath, o was beyond irritated. She didn’t deserve that.

“When you’re done serving that fine piece of ass over there, could you help a brother out?” One of the older looking boys said.

I saw his eyes on Macy and I was shaking. She wasn’t very pleased about it either. I said my thank you to Miss G and gave her a look of pity as she walked over to them. What I wasn’t expecting was for one of them to come over while his friends were order.

“You from around here sweetheart?” He asked Macy.

She rolled her eyes turning around.

“No, but my girlfriend is” she put emphasis on the girlfriend part.

I smiled smuggly.

“Why looking for something to do, afraid there’s not much. Why dont you and you’re friend check out Captain Spaulding’s Museum of Monsters and Madmen, if you’re up for a good scare.”

Macy gave me a look, recognising all the months ago when I told her to stay far away. She grinned.

“Yeah, if you’re man enough.” Macy teased him.

“Oh I’m man enough, we’ll check it out for sure. You two hotties gonna be there”

“You bet!” I sent a fake wink. “See you around handsome.”

Macy and I burst out laughing when we got outside.

“So do I finally get to see your Gruncle’s cabinet of curiosities?”

“We wouldn’t miss that for the world.” I grinned.

They deserved it for being rude or Miss G, and Ogling my girls ass.

“You ready for this?”

“As I’ll ever be I guess. Don’t take it to personally if they don’t like you at first. Otis hates everyone.”

She chuckled, “sounds a lot like Hoyt”

I froze, turning to look at her.

“He is nothing like that man.” I said coldly, I hadn’t meant to.

And I know she didn’t mean to insult him. But Otis was nothing like that Vile man Macy shared blood ties with.

“Sorry, that was meant to be a joke. Won’t happen again.”

“No, I’m- I’m sorry Macy I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. I’m just a little on edge right now.”

“Blinky you don’t have to apologise for having emotions. You love your dad, and I love that you do.”

I smiled at her, getting onto her bike as usual as we rode back to the house. As we pulled up, I’m sure it was loud enough in the house no one had heard us. I grabbed Macy’s hand and lead her to the garden.

“Where are we going?”

“I gotta check on something first.” I said.

I dragged her around the side of the house, and sure enough there was some fresh dirt. We both stopped and looked down at it.

“Is that?”

“My mother, yeah. Rest in pieces I guess.”

Macy snorted and flipped off the pile of dirt. I couldn’t help but laugh along with her.

“Good, good to know that part of my life is over. I never want to think about her again if I can help it.”

I knelt down and started picking some of the lilies I’d planted a while ago.

“What are you doing Blink?” Macy asked curiously.

I held the flowers up to her.

“Gives these to Mama, than at the very least she’ll like you. If Mama likes you, no one is gonna dare disobey her. Not unless they got hit over the head a few to many times, so maybe don’t talk to RJ.” I joked, “that was a joke btw.”

“You’re cute.”

“So you keep saying.”

“It’s true though. And I’ll keep saying it because it makes you blush every time.”

“You’re evil, you know that woman? Total scum bag.” I said.

“Mmm, and do evil women get a kiss from their partner?” She mused.

“I don’t know, are you gonna be nice when we go inside?”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Then I’ll think about it.”

She rolled her eyes, setting the flowers down on the ledge near the house and picked me up, spinning me around. I couldn’t help but giggle, and when she finally stopped she pulled me in to a kiss. I melted into it, feeling all the stress leave my body.

“I’ll behave” she whispered, leaning down so her forehead was on mine.

“And I’ll protect you if anyone tries anything.”

“Aww, my little guard dog.”

I glared up at her.

“Come on, let’s get inside. I’m sure they’re worried about you. I would be too if you suddenly disappeared for 5 days.”

I cringed. Yeah not my best move. But I was glad none the less that Otis let me leave. It was nice to be away from the house for a while. I didn’t need to knock cause I had the house key. I pushed the door open and was immediately greeted by the chaotic sounds of my family. Baby was blasting music in the living room, I could hear Mama and Spaulding chatting in the kitchen, and I have no idea what the hell the others were doing at the back of the house but I could hear it from here.

I grabbed Macy’s hand and dragged her into the kitchen. Spaulding was the first to look up. One thing about him, he never forgot a face.

“Don’t I know you?” He addressed Macy.

“We met a whole back, at that farmers market. Blinky here sold me some of your chicken. Which was really good by the way.”

Smart move, Spaulding loved compliments. Especially about his cooking. He, Mama and Otis cooked the most in the house. Manon specialised more in dinner, and Selena sometimes helped with the prep work.

“These are for you Mrs. Firefly.” Macy held out the flowers and Mama gladly took them.

“Oh how sweet, we’re glad to have you Back Blinky. Why don’t you introduce us to your friend here?”

Mama was always hospitable. Which is why I went to her first.

“Mama, Cap, this is actually my girlfriend. Macy. I stayed with her while I was away.”

“Girlfriend?” Spaulding asked amused.

“Mhhhm, she knows about us.” I clarified so they wouldn’t have to lecturing about keeping someone around being dangerous. “She would never tell anyone.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes sir. My family participated in a similar… hobby.” She explained.

Sure saying you’re a killer is one thing, but I don’t blame her for not wanting to tell them right away.

“When did this happen?” Mama asked, ushering us both to sit.

“Since the Framers Market.”

“All that time and you kept ‘er a secret? Not sure how Otis is gonna feel about this.” Spaulding worried.

“That’s why I came to you both first.”

“You staying for dinner sweetheart?”

“If you’ll have me.”

“Of course Sugar, why don’t you go introduce her to the others. Make yourself at home little miss Macy.”

“Thank you Mrs. Firefly.”

“Please call me Mama.”

I gave Mama a quick hug, and kissed Spaulding on the top of his head.

“Can we talk later?” I asked.

“Sure kid, you know where to find me.”

Macy followed me into the living room where I turned down Baby’s music. Not off, just down a little. My head felt like it was buzzing from all the electric guitars. Baby turned to look at me, but her eyes quickly met Macy’s.

“Who’d ya bring for us Blink?” She asked.

I chuckled.

“She’s not for that, Baby, this is my girlfriend, Macy. Macy this is my- aunt? I don’t know we never really defined that.” I laughed awkwardly.

“Aunt, sister, all the same to me. Love this kid no matter what.” She said, holding her hand out to shake Macy’s.

“Can’t say I blame ya, they’re easy to love aren’t they?”

Baby smiled wildly, already approving of the new company.

“We miss ya Blink, it was no fun without ya.” Baby said, wrapping me in a tight hug.

“I’m sure you managed just fine, looks like you were having plenty fun before I interrupted.”

“Mhhhm, RJ got me a new CD!”

“What is he Santa Claus now? Why the sudden interest in gifts?” She shrugged. “You know where the others are?”

“Umm, Ghostie and RJ are watching a movie in his room. And Doe Eyes and Otis-“

“Doe Eyes and Otis what?” I asked suspiciously.

“They’re busy. I’ll let him know you’re home and he’ll come find you later yeah?”

“Alright…”

I squinted my eyes suspiciously.

“She staying for dinenr?”

“Your Ma said I could, that cool with you?”

“Totally cool! You’ll have to tell me where you got the jacket Macy!”

Before they could chat more I was dragging her upstairs to my room, and Baby was blasting her music again. I didn’t want to bother RJ, and there was something suspicious about Baby not telling me what my dad was up to. But we’d see everyone down at dinner so there was no rush. I closed the door and threw myself face down onto the bed, groaning into my pillow.

“I’d say it’s going pretty well Bumble Bee, you had nothing to worry about.”

“It’s not those three I’m worried about?” I said, looking up at her.

“I live with Hoyt, I can handle anything they throw at me. Promise.”

“Pinky?” I asked.

She held out her pinky and locked it with mine, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“You feeling ok Darlin’ you’re getting a little shaky there.”

“Yeah yeah, I’m cool… cool cool.”

“That sounds like something someone who is not cool would say.”

I sighed, crawling across my bed to lay my head on her lap.

“Why did she have to come here?” I asked.

Macy looked down at me, playing with one of my bouncy curls.

“I don’t know Blink.” She said sadly.

“It’s like everything was going good, great even. I was happy. So fucking happy!” I said.

“Did you just say fuck?” She raised a brow at me amused.

“Oh, right!” I said popping up and shoving a few bills in my sweat jar, “gotta pay up for what I said to Hoyt too. Even if he did deserve it.”

Macy chuckled.

“You say that like someone’s making you have the swear jar Blinky. Swearing ain’t that bad, I do it all the fucking time.” She smiled.

“Yeah yeah. I know there’s ways you can do it that aren’t mean, I just, I don’t like they way it sounds coming out of my mouth. Besides, a few more slip ups and I can get you something nice.” I smiled.

“You swearing on purpose to get something pretty for your girlfriend?” She asked.

“I’m just being lazy on purpose, the swearing is still an accident.” I laughed.

“I’m sorry your mom tried to ruin this for you, that wasn’t very nice of her.”

“No, it wasn’t.”

I sat back down on the bed next to her.

“Hey Macy?”

“Yes Blinky?”

I know she sometimes got amused when I said her name, even though we were already in the middle of the conversation. But I couldn’t help it. I liked the way her name felt on my tongue. Short and sweet, the exact opposite of her.

“Do you smoke? Like, smoke smoke?” I asked.

She seemed a little taken aback, but smiled anyway.

“I have before yes… why?”

“Do you want to?” I asked.

Now she was grinning from ear to ear.

“Why you got some?” I nodded.

“Honestly don’t think I can go back down there without it. Everything’s too much right now.”

She ran her hand along my arms again.

“Oh, and we should tell Spaulding that he’ll have some special guest at his showing after dinner tonight. Sure if you ask nicely he’ll let you help.” I said.

“You just wanna see me in action.” She mused.

“I will neither confirm or deny” I said, as I reached over in my drawer where some of my pre rolled joints were.

I made some mini ones, just to tell calm my mind on a regular basis. I didn’t want to be high everyday, but my sensory issues were not getting easier and it was the only thing that seemed to help. But I found a regular sized one jammed in the back. I grabbed a lighter from my nightstand and crawled back over to wear Macy sat. She laid down on her back, and I put my head on her stomach, laying perpendicular to her.

“Your family lets you smoke?”

“They know I do sometimes. Baby smokes too. Doe Eyes and Otis have regular cigs if you want one. I could snag a few for you.”

“My little thief” she ruffled my hair.

I was going to need to be actually stoned to survive family dinner. My nerves where getting the better of me. I mean I knew she was dead, we saw the evidence. So why did I still feel so heavy? So lost? Why the hell was I so scared? I didn’t notice tears start to slip until Macy’s big hands were on my face.

“Hey little bug, talk to me.”

I shook my head. Words were suddenly very hard.

“Hey, it’s ok, you’re ok. You’re safe.” She reassured me.

I gave her a pity smile. She reached over, grabbing the joint from my hand and lit it, holding it out to me. I weakly took a puff and laid back down, screwing my eyes shut. She took a hit herself, I couldn’t blame her if she was a little nervous. Anyone would be meeting my family. I know she tried to play strong and tough, but she was human like the rest of us.

She let my hair and held it out for me again. After a little while had passed and half the joint was gone, she spoke again.

“Feeling any better?”

I gave her a slow nod, signing a little.

“Are you non verbal right now Blinky?” She asked.

I was ashamed to say it, and I knew she’d figure it out eventually even if I didn’t tell her. I wasn’t very good about hiding what was wrong with me. And I didn’t want to have to hide it from her. I just wish it wasn’t there in the first place. That I wasn’t so broken and life wasn’t so much harder for me for no reason.

“That’s ok baby, you’re ok. Do you want me to tell them you aren’t feeling well and will skip dinner?”

I shook my head and sighed “Bad idea. You need food”

She playful glared at the irony of my comment.

“Yeah, you’re right. How about I do most of the talking tonight then? I think I can handle ‘em”

“Ok” I signed.

“And Blinky, it’s ok you didn’t tell me. But you don’t have to hide your autism from me ok? I’m actually pretty sure Tommy is on the spectrum too.”

I gave her a look that said “really?”

“Mhmm. But when you’re feeling better, you have to promise to talk to me more ok? I can’t read your mind, and you don’t have to suffer alone anymore ok? Everyone in this house right now wants what’s best for you, ok? I’m not gonna judge you Blinky, I love you.”

That was the first time she’d said it. I mean of course I knew it, and I felt it, and I hope she felt it too. But neither of us had said it seriously before.

“You love me?” I sighed.

“More than anyone I’ve ever known.”

I was able to stutter out a weak “I love you” before I felt too tired to speak again.

I swear it almost looked like she was about to smile too. She kissed the back of my hand, respecting that I was way too overstimulated right now.

“Just relax Darlin’ why don’t you try to nap and I’ll wake you when they say dinners ready?”

I nodded, closing my eyes and snuggling up to her. Weed dreams were always the strangest.

An: the ketchup thing is so funny to me cause I’m allergic 😭 damn my tomato allergy ruining everything! Will write the others meeting her next, this chapter was just getting kinda long lol.

#blinky firefly #Blinky #Macy love-Hewitt #house of 1000 corpses au #Texas chainsaw au #otis driftwood #doe eyes driftwood #ghost firefly #captain spaulding #rj firefly #baby firefly #tiny firefly #mama firefly

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They Were Roommates

A Realm Reborn - lvl 5

A look into Wolfram's life in Limsa Lominsa after meeting Y'Shtola but before his adventure truly begins.

My Comics in Chronological Order

This is the script for a future comic. Posting for those who don’t want to wait to get the story. Numbers indicate frame number.

Wolf, putting his cocobo in the stable outside the mist apartments.

Wolf, entering the lobby, chatting with the attendant.

A) Wolf, exhausted “Good evening, Loetfryn. Hope your day was better than mine.” B) Loetfryn grinning “I'm sure it was, adventurer. You look like shite. What kicked yer arse today, Wolfram?”

A) Wolf smirks “Pirates, what else?” B) Loetfryn taunts “Well, you'll be glad to know yer keeper is back.”

A) Wolf rolls his eyes “Haha that joke never gets old - or becomes accurate. Wrong clan for starters.” B) Wolf smiles “He has returned though?”

A) Loetfryn nods “Aye, ‘bout two bells ago. Lookin’ almost as bad as you do.” B) Wolf smirks, responding smugly “Well your ma says I'm a handsome lad and that's all that matters to me.”

A) Loetfryn chuckles “She only says that so you'll cook for her, Loezwilf!”. B) Wolf chuckles “I'm not short you blind fool!”

Wolf gestures to himself, smugly “I'll remind you this is an exceptional height for a hyur.” Loetfryn chuckles “Ah, that reminds me. Ma knitted yeh another sweater. Reckon she fancied those kebabs the other night.”

Wolf walking towards the hall entrance, camera at his back, waving goodbye “Funny you should mention that! Come by after your shift - I’m making an extra pot of stew for you to bring her. Should clear up that cough. Suppose you can have some as well!”

X’Rhun Tia laying on couch in the apartment reading a book. Zoomed out shot.

The mi'qote sits up as Wolf greets him off frame - “Rhun!” B) Rhun smiles “Ah, I wondered where you were. Off on a job, I trust?”

Wolf rushing over to couch. Rhun surprised.

A) Wolf picks up Rhun and hugs him, beaming. B) Rhun laughs “I wasn't gone that long!”

Zoomed out shot of apartment, Wolf spinning Rhun. W - “Longer than usual!” R - “Alright, that's enough, giant. You may put me down now.”

Wolf and Rhun sitting on the couch. Wolf curious “So - did you find us a new apprentice? Surely someone in that godsdamned forest wanted to do magic without worrying about those flighty Elementals.” Rhun shrugs “Not a one, I'm afraid.”

A) Wolf frowns “Damn, it's been a while. What… six moons since Bright Song went on her way?” B) Rhun thinks “Aye, just about. I do miss her.”

A) Wolf winks “I bet you do. She still answers your calls between adventures. That's something.” B) Rhun scoffs, light blush “Oh stop that. She was merely a student. Anyroad, I'm beginning to think I should try Thanalan again.”

A) Rhun curious “Did you wrap up that job? …You could join me there. You were willing to risk it 8 years ago.” B) Wolf sighs sadly, looking away “Rhun, you know I can't. That was a moment of foolishness. Luckily I met you before I made it to Ul'dah.”

Wolf ponders “Besides, I'm not certain this job is over. There's something not adding up. I mean - it's definitely pirates, but I think there's more to it.” Dark Thought “Of course there is. And you're too dumb to see it.” Rhun curious “Oh? What do you mean? Is there something I can do to help?”

A) Wolf smiles “Nah, your work is more important. Can't have our people's history die out. Thank you though.” B) Wolf ponders “So - During the job I met a strange mi’qote woman. I believe she has information I want…”

A) Rhun grins teasingly “Oh? Was she pretty?” B) Wolf chuckles. “Oh stop with that. I suppose - objectively yes, but you know I don't think of people the same way you do. Anyroad - “

A) Wolf explains - “I was more interested in her power level. I could practically *feel* the aether radiating around her.” B) Wolf curious “She was easily as strong as you or I. More even. And she spoke so cryptically… Most importantly - I couldn't read her emotions. She must have very advanced mental wards.”

A) Rhun smirks, raised eyebrow “Ah - so a mystery woman to keep you from joining me in the land the famous Flame General commands?” B) Wolf, annoyed “I said drop it Rhun.” Dark Thought - ‘He's right. You're a coward. It's been 13 years. Your gladiator won't even remember you.’

Wolf stands up, heading towards the kitchen. Camera facing him, straight face “I'm making stew. Have you eaten yet?” Dark Thought ‘20 years later and you're still just that scared boy who begged for my help. Can't even risk yourself to aid your oldest friend.’

A) Rhun frowns in concern “I'm sorry. I didn't realize my jests would bother you so.” B) Wolf sighs “No, I'm just tired, Rhun. It's been a long day. Confusing…”

Wolf at counter, putting a pot on the stove. Rhun half way there. R - “Well, I'm sorry nonetheless. Perhaps one day you'll move on but I shouldn't try to force you. I'll travel to Ul'dah alone.” W - “Thanks Rhun… but also -”

A) Wolf smiles earnestly “If you get into any trouble you would call my linkshell, right? You know Asuna would get me to you before the enemy took a single slash of your rapier.” B) Rhun smiles “Of course I would. Thank you, Wolf.”

Wolf taking a vegetable out of the basket, speaking smugly “Anyroad, if anyone is worth risking an Ul'dah prison for it's my best friend.” Rhun laughs “Well let us hope it does not come to that.”

Zoomed out shot. Wolf chopping vegetables. Rhun leaning against the counter talking. “And then to top it all off one of those blasted yarzon tried to make a meal of me. I don't know how you tolerated living there.” Wolf chuckles “The conjury lessons were worth all the mud.” Rhun continues “At least your apartment was comfortable - once I had thoroughly dusted.”

Two pots of stew boiling, Wolf stirring one. Rhun setting the table. Loetfryn at the door waving. “Alright, where's me grub?” Wolf looking at door as he stirs “There's the scallywag!” Rhun looking at door “Welcome, Loetfryn! Will your darling mother be joining us?”

My Comics in Chronological Order

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𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 & 𝐿𝒾𝑒𝓈

Chapter III

Warnings: Language, Adult Themes, War, Fantasy Tropes Summary: Two kingdoms on the urge of bringing peace between their lands. A benevolent princess who finds music as a fun hobby and invests herself in books. And a belligerent prince who takes whatever he claims his and will soon be crowned for king. Relationship: Prince!Ransom/Princess!Reader

Prologue Chapter I Chapter II Chapter III

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The rest of the night felt like a total nightmare. The Thrombey’s and Drysdale’s completely forgot about the recent comments that you spoke lastly. You were lucky for most of the parts that they never mentioned anything else about you, but the feeling of having Linda’s son sending you a death look. Not a single second made you think less of him. You were considered a better Royal than him.

Without a significant other, you could handle a kingdom on your own.

Perhaps you didn’t want to take your father’s throne. If James was able to skip his coronation, could you do the same? Skip the princes and do something better than just sit on the chair and hear about the village's life problems when you could do something huge outside your home. Build homes for those who sit out in the cold.

Royals always thought less for the poor. If Ransom couldn’t help, you were the generation to do it yourself. He would just have to stay out of your way.

You hear a faint knock on your door and the door creaks open. “Good morning, Y/N,” Brodie says, you turn away from your window, wearing your silky blue gown, giving your dear friend a smile. “Good morning, Brodie. What’s the occasion?”

She grins, “Your mother has insisted on having you downstairs. She would like to speak with you.” You fully turned and nodded. You were the first to leave your room, Brodie following behind. If your mother speaks about dinner last night, you would have to reason with her. And you know how much she loved the family. You felt like you were the bad person in the room when they came. But the real answer was the family.

Even your town was afraid of them.

Your mother never knew about the incident of punching Ransom. If you did, she may lock you up in a tower. Your father had kept the incident from her because he knew her more than you did. She didn’t know the full reason why he sent you to that Manor. Your mother only agreed to it with no questions. You could hear your mother chatting to one of the maids as she sat at the long table.

“Morning, Ma cherie. Je vous en prie, asseyez-vous,” Your mother says, you listen and take a seat right next to her. Her gentle eyes scanning the letter, she hums, “How was your ball, yesterday?” You peer up at her, finally grinning. “It was wonderful. I’m sure Angelica would have one for her sixteenth?”

Your mother nods, “Yes, of course. We would’ve done that for yours, but sadly your father sent you off to that manor,” She shook her head while you drew your eyes away, sheepishly. “Also, your father and I were talking about your betrothal. I’m sure that’ll come in a few months, don’t you think, ma cherie-?”

You reach for your face and sighed, “Mother, please, can we-” Her hand lifts up to stop you mid-sentence, “Ah-ah. Miss Brodie, darling, can you excuse us for a moment?” She asks. Brodie’s face beams up, bowing her head, “Yes, Your Grace.” Seconds later, you’re left with your mother in the large room. She taps your forearm, “Don’t touch your face, darling. Hands down.” You sigh, turning to her. “I can’t do marriage. I’m not ready-”

“Och. Darling, your brother was to be crowned 10 years ago and he chose to be with a poor lovely woman, your sister wants to be the fairest of them all and you… you don’t want this?”

“What I don’t want is having to submit to someone. Yes, I wanted to be queen alone, but I found something else-” You drop your shoulders, helplessly, taking your mother’s hand in yours to have her understand. It only made her shake her head, “This is what has to happen.” You lowered your head and shook it.

You hear your mother click her tongue, taking your chin, “The only reason we do this...is to have those who we trust to take our place. And you can’t do that alone. No one could,” She lifts your chin up to look up at her. She grins, “We’ll talk more later on. Go on.” You lifted yourself from your seat and left the room. You figured Brodie was somewhere else, so you headed to the stables just outside. Slowly meeting up with your shire horse, Oliver.

“Morning, Oliver,” You say, rubbing your hand down your horse’s back. Oliver sputters towards you as you add the saddle and situated it before getting on. You pat her side, “Let’s go down the river for a bit, okay?” You take the shank in hand and gently guide yourself down the small trail. Your horse takes you down the trail through the woods with flowers and bright green grass.

So much hadn’t changed since, the creek you remembered when you skipped rocks and dropped flowers, watching them glide down the ripples.

The amount of bunnies you had in the forest. Your mother gave you a pet bunny once. You weren’t sure how the poor thing got away. Your horse sputters softly and you hear rustling in the brush. Your horse comes to a stop for you to look around. The sound of galloping horses filled your ears and people were shouting.

Your horse lifts up its front hooves causing you to scream in fright as three men are chasing a couple deer down the trails. You couldn’t help but scowl. “Excuse me!” You call out, one of them comes to a stop while the other two continue to chase the deer. “Yes, milady?” He asked, his familiar uniform gave you the hint of a guard.

The similar Lion button was on the front of his horse's chest and his sword was gold and the handle was a leather brown for grip. You hear another pair of horse’s hooves. “Head on, Francis. I didn’t tell you to stop, did I?”

“No, Your Highness,” You hear him say, turning his horse’s head to hunt down the deer. You turn and see Ransom on his dark horse. He ogled yours with disgust, “You know they do have smaller horses for your size. There’s no need to show your pride with that.” You roll your eyes and your horses circled around on the trail. “You know you’re hunting,” You say.

Ransom looks out to the forest and nods, smugly, “Yeah, it’s the season. I have a bigger family than yours, so I’m in charge of hunting.”

You scoff with a grin, “I know you wouldn’t hunt just for food. For your family, you’d call it a sport.” Ransom chuckles at that, lowering his head, looking at the back of his horse’s neck. The ways Ransom had when it comes to hunting, you’ve seen him do it in person. He disgusted you in a way. “And you’re on my land, I suggest you leave.”

Ransom lifts his head up, “Your land?” He asks, “Pardon me, but I don’t think after a day of being welcomed back, you don’t get to command another Royal to leave when you don’t have the upper crown.” You lifted a brow up, cockily, “Ask your men for their sword, I’ll show you.” Ransom’s gaze seemed to darken the second you said that. It didn’t change yours either. Your horses’ continue to circle and you look over to the field.

“My grandfather always told me how much you beat him at Go. He said you had a lot of strategy. Takes years to master.”

“Why, didn’t you?” You asked, chin lifted up like you had the upper hand of being the tougher one here. Ransom halts his horse and so does yours. Your horses’ noses pointing opposite directions, you and Ransom made eye contact. His dark grin grew, “Even if I told you, I wouldn’t try it with you.”

“I know that’s your way of knowing I would beat you,” You replied. Ransom wasn’t always good at anything he did with you. Except that when you two first had your duel, he only became more of an imbecile. Translation: An Asshole. That day, returning after your incident with Ransom who’s probably feeding his family with Blood Elk they find in the Evergreen Mountain. Blood Elks are the rarest animals in the mountain, their red antlers are wide and tough that stories were told to scare children from running up there.

Your father was a hunter when he was young, there was never a time where he didn’t have a hunting story to tell. The time he got bit by one of the most strongest bears in the country or the time he shot an arrow at an eagle flying in the sky. He initially taught your brother, James to hunt and eventually James learned how to skin animals and turn them into rugs or just even small things. James had a weird little thing for the anatomy of animals that he became very smart and learned the anatomy of humans, knowing the weak spots and fatal parts of the body. That’s why he joined a sport down in town facing mercenaries or other men who challenge on a horse and a spear. Jousting was his favorite hobby of all and he won every championship. Training his way into this championship in Winter, he is always out in the fields taking down sandbags in armor off a friendly horse chasing towards him while an instructor assists.

“Darling.”

“Yes, mother?” You asked.

Your mother lifts her head up and smiles, “You're going down to the library in town, are you?” You look down at the book in your hands and close the book, knowing you could read another book. “I might.” Your mother puts her hands on her lap, “I wanted you to go talk to the florist, Miss Nora, she has these flowers from the Spain land, Chocolate Cosmos, so beautiful. You should grab some on your way back.” You then thought now you had to go, you can never refuse a Queen’s request. “Of course— AH!” A large thud hits the table and you look up to see a dead deer. You stand up, startled before you collapse into the arms of the same man you met, the boy’s face drowns with worry. “Are you alright, Your Majesty?” You glance at the deer and turn away disgusted that the deer's mouth was open not to your liking.

Ransom peered over the boy’s shoulder and grabbed him, “Let her go,” He growled at his Gillie and the boy helped you back on your feet and let go of you. Your mother and father were more impressed than uncomfortable. Ransom switches his tone, “Good afternoon, Your Majesty.”

“Ransom, I didn’t know you were still in the Kingdom,” Your mother says, your father grins and raises his palm. “I allowed him to do a little hunting for my men. They’re so slow when it comes to hunting deer,” Your father scoffed. You gag and the *Gillie boy turns to you. “Well, thank you, Ransom, this is the nicest thing you could do for us. Should we offer you a room? You look tired.” You shake your head, holding your hand to your mouth. “No, thank you, I have somewhere else to go for the evening.” Your father waves him off, “Thank you, Ransom, you’re welcome to take the deer to our butcher, he shall butcher it for dinner tonight.” Ransom bows a couple inches and turns. *Gillie or ghillie is an ancient Gaelic term for a person who acts as a servant or attendant on a fishing, hunting.

The Gillie boy mutters to you, “You alright?”

“I’m okay–”

“Ben!” Ransom shouts, the boy flinches and gently rubs your shoulder before picking up the deer and struggles to carry it behind Ransom to the Butcher. You looked towards your parents and saw yourself out the door. You had your gown in your fists, angrily making your way through the hall. You hear large footsteps behind and you gasp the second you’re pushed against the wall. Ransom towers over you and grabs your chin with his thumb. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to see your face.”

“What do you mean,” You grit, trying to pull away from him. Ransom grins and looks down at your gown. “All these colors aren’t going to cover up your secrets, Y/N.” His blue eyes look deep into yours. “What are you?” He asked, your eyes glare at him, bringing up the similar voice into your head when you were little.

“What. Are. You?”

You don’t answer that and it makes him smirk, “The thing about deer is that their hearts aren’t close to their chest, it’s more halfway down above their stomach and below their lungs…” Ransom puts his finger on your stomach but you could barely feel it through your corset. “You either take the arrow and fire there–” He gently jabs your stomach, “–Or you take the arrow and strike it to the neck of its arteries.” He points to your neck and lightly pokes it. Stepping away, he smirks and watches you leave, lifting your gown to remove yourself from that hall. Ransom grins and turns down the other way.

The next day, Brodie got you ready in a relaxed gown to go out into town, and two soldiers chaperoned you to the library on your father’s behalf. Brodie tagged along to help you find the flowers when you stop at the florist. If you were to throw yourself off a course of task, it’s a rule that your parents should know you went to another place. Which you wanted to visit the bakery. You skipped the library causing Brodie and the soldiers to stop, “Your Majesty, the library.”

You wave your hand, “I know, I want to do the florist first.” Brodie sighs and follows along with the soldiers who held their swords hilts in their sheaths. You could barely see their eyes but you can tell their lower faces were a curiosity of how handsome their faces were. You walked up to the small flower shop and saw an old woman fixing some flowers on the display. “Miss Nora.”

“Ah, Your Majesty,” She grins, “I know what you’re here for, the Queen asked for a couple dozen of Chocolate Cosmos, my son, Frances traveled to Spain and found these. I always thought your mother was more fond of blue but she has a unique taste.” You chuckled and paid the woman a couple coins, she was in complete awe. “Your Majesty, I can’t–”

“It’s between us,” You winked, the currency you owned was one of the richest gold. Carved in the coin was one of the first Kings of Saphir. The old lady thanked you so kindly, bowing and blessing you with a couple more flowers. Brodie helped you carry some of the flowers gathered in a basket and you made your way over to the library. The castle had a library of its own but there was more of history than there was of nonfiction. You learned to read French by your mother and there were common French books to read, especially Latin. Latin and French are not very distinct from each other but you wanted to learn Latin and many more languages.

“This book, here… Romeo–”

“Read that, already,” You spoke, searching through the books. Brodie steps over to another spine of a book. “Spy of the Stars?” Brodie asked, you looked over and shook your head. “Oh!” You peep, reaching into the shelf to pull out a book with a lack of writing and over worn. “Game Without Glory.” You began to read the first chapter and you began to feel already pulled into it. You and Brodie walk out with a couple other books and the soldiers stiffen themselves up when you turn to them, “Bakery, next.”

“Your Highness, we were ordered to take you back after your visit with the florist and library–”

You sigh and begin to walk towards the Bakery, “I’ll be quick, besides, I think my father would enjoy a tarte framboise.” Brodie tags along and without argument the soldiers follow beside her. The welcoming sign of the Bakery and the smell of French bread and sourdough filled the air when you walked in. “Stop eating those, they’re not for you! You’re lucky I’m making extra.”

“So I can have some–”

“Stop it, James!” The red haired young girl slapped the hand of the Prince. “Are you harassing her in her own bakery?” James turns still leaned on the counter with a grin. “Of course I am not! I’m just eating her delicious tart…” He slips another tart into his mouth slowly. Quinn rolls her eyes and pulls the pan of tarts away from him. James lifts himself off the counter and turns around, “What are you doing out here?” He notices the soldiers outside of the Bakery. “Ah, mom.”

“She wanted me to stop for some flowers but I wanted to stop for something nice.”

Quinn comes back out and brushes off her gown, “Would you like to take a couple rolls I made? It’s a new recipe I made.” You beam at her with delight, “Of course, I would love to try some!” Quinn smiles and leaves to go grab the basket. “Would you like me to take you back?” James asked, “I don’t like that they’re sending you off with soldiers everyday."

All you could ever do was smile, "I don’t mind them, they’re like friends.” James gives you a blank look and then nods, “Alright, then. Be safe back home.” Quinn came back with a basket of rolls and added some fruits on the side. “Oh, this is wonderful, Quinn, thank you so much.” Quinn grins and bows a little bit. “Of course, I hope you’ll like them and your parents, too.”

You chuckle, “I hope not, I don’t want my father to make you into our bakery or something.” Quinn laughs and lightly touches James' shoulder. “I wouldn’t let him,” James added. Brodie picks up the basket of rolls and you sigh, “Alright I’m off, thank you again. I’ll see you another day!”

“Bye, Y/N!”

When you walk out, the soldiers close in to your side as you step down the stairs. On the way back was a chatty walk, you and Brodie were making plans for the day to check on your horse and as well the garden. When you got home, a maid rushed her way down the stairs, almost out of fear. “Your Highness!” She calls, she stops in front of you and bows. “The King has requested to see you immediately.” You asked Brodie and the maid to take care of the baskets and made your way to the Great Hall where your father and mother sat at, they were talking to a woman in a red dress and another man standing beside her and a smaller one just a few inches shorter beside them with his hand behind his back and the other in front of him.

You slowly walk up, brushing your hair off your face and fixing your dress. “Ma cherie,” Your mother touches your father’s hand and he looks. “Ah, look who showed up.”

“Hello, father.”

“You’ve met the Royals of Romania?” You turn and notice the similar faces from your ball, including their handsome son named Rafael. His mother grins, “We’ve been allies for many generations and I’ve come to an agreement that something should be requested and decided before next fall.”

Your father slightly leans to the side, “That’s a long wait, you sure you don’t want a decision immediately?” The Queen steps up once, “I know after the princess’ return every princess is jealous and every prince wants to take her hand and bear their child but I’m letting–” She glances at you, “–the princess decide what she wants.” You picked at your hands and saw Rafael glance at you with a small grin. “Very well–” Your father said, “I will give you a letter if there has been any changes or requests for this matter. There’s no other Royal Family I will allow my daughter to marry, but it is her decision.” You wanted to say no, but you were worried about the consequences of the arranged marriage.

You don’t want to get married. Being sent off to a manor that is filled with more women you can imagine that are put through to behave and learn the way of how women should act. But it was different. You got the reality that there can be a change. You hate men. How disgusting and horrible they are, but there was a source of hope that one could come. But you don’t know if Rafael or Samuels are one of those men.

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” The Queen bows, “Bringing our Kingdoms together can break the ideal of war between the others.” The King nods and waves them off, the King and Queen of Romania leave but the son stays and turns to you. He takes your hand gently by giving you a look of consent and you allow him to take your hand and kiss your knuckles softly, still looking into your eyes with gleam. “Do think about it,” His accent was so smooth it had you struck with thought when he walked away with his parents. Your father’s strong gaze ripped you out of the trance.

“Father, I don’t know if you’ve heard but I don’t want to get–”

“I know you don’t want to, but this is the choice of life or death,” He stands up, “I don’t know if you’ve heard recently there’s a Royal who’s trying to get the throne. They call him the Royal of War. His whole Kingdom was destroyed into ruins by every Kingdom because their generations are considered the weak Royals, but now his last generation is him and he will do anything to get to us.”

You realize, now. Marrying can stop war, your biggest fear was being in a war. The blood and the dead bodies have been haunting you ever since you heard stories about the Saphir Wars many decades ago. Your ideal of a world was peace. You didn’t argue back and nod once with a bow. “I’ll think about it.” Your father nods with great content and waves you off.

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thedamageofherdays · 2 years

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Research. Steve/Bucky, Teen and Up, 731 words.

College AU, Kissing, Getting Together, Mild Angst.

Read it on AO3 or down below 💙

At first Bucky doesn’t pay any attention to his roommate. He doesn’t care that his father says becoming friends with your roommates is essential to your college experience. He and Steve are too different for that. Steve is an athlete and Bucky is the biggest nerd on the planet. Steve is as straight as they come with his perfect British girlfriend and Bucky is so queer it could be seen from space. They clearly don't run in the same circles at all. And it's fine, truly. They say hi to each other when they enter the room, Steve doesn’t leave his dirty clothes on the floor, and he never brings his friends over without asking Bucky first. Bucky gives him the same courtesy.

Everything changes a few months into the academic year. Bucky comes home one night after a party with his friends Carol and Maria, his lips still a little red and bruised from the guy he made out with biting them. Steve is sitting on the floor, resting his head against the bathroom door. His hands are shaking and his face is wet with tears.

"Hey," Bucky says softly.

Steve immediately wipes away his tears. "Sorry," he says quickly.

"What are you sorry for, letting me witness you have feelings?" Bucky asks. "Seriously, though, what's the matter?"

Steve swallows. "Some of the guys on the team made some comments. It's stupid," he says.

"It's not stupid if it hurts you," Bucky says. "Can I sit down next to you?"

Steve nods so Bucky gets down on the floor and sits down, his left arm pressed against Steve’s right.

"I know it's like a thing that guys say a bunch of dumb shit and then we all have to laugh it off but I think that's bullshit. If it hurts, it hurts, you know?" he says. "What did they say, if you don't mind me asking?"

"They talked shit about my Ma, about what she had to think about me. Asked if she wouldn't be disappointed having a queer kid like me…" Steve sighs. "She's… she's ill you know? It's bad enough knowing I could lose her, I don't need a bunch of assholes saying shit about her. She has always accepted me. Mostly. She didn't really like my girlfriend but Pegs is old news anyway," he rambles on, "and Ma just isn't used to posh people. It's never been a sexuality thing or anything like that. She has known I am bi since I was like fourteen."

Impulsively Bucky takes Steve’s hand and squeezes it. "They are assholes. Your Ma sounds amazing though. Thank you for telling me," he says.

"I always wanted to talk to you more," Steve says earnestly.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"I made a lot of assumptions about you, based on the fact that you are on the football team. I now realize that wasn't fair of me," Bucky admits. "You're a good guy, I knew that much already. I'd… I'd like to talk to you more."

"Cool," Steve says. He pauses for a moment. "How was your party?"

"Good. I made out with this guy, he was half-decent at kissing and it's always good to see my friends," Bucky says.

"You deserve better than half-decent," Steve says, sounding incredibly earnest again.

"Yeah?" Bucky asks. "I feel like I can't be too picky though. The pool of guys to make out with is small enough already."

"I'd make out with you. I am known to kiss well," Steve says.

"Yeah? Prove it," Bucky says, his heart beating faster and threatening to escape his chest.

Steve shifts and takes Bucky’s face between his hands. First he presses their lips together gently but he quickly deepens the kiss, licking and nipping at Bucky’s mouth to demand access. Bucky gives it freely, parting his lips so Steve’s tongue can slip inside. He lets Steve lead the kiss, lets their tongues move together. It's so good.

"So?" Steve asks when they part for air.

Bucky bites his lip in a way he hopes is cute. "I think we need to kiss again, have a fair sample size," he says.

Steve nods. "Yes, scientific research. Very important," he says with a faux-serious expression.

They kiss again and again and again.

Steve is the best damn kisser Bucky has ever locked lips with. He hopes they can keep trying this. For research. Obviously.

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unfortunatetrash · 2 years

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i've never posted about litg on here before so feel free to ignore whatever hellish word vomit comes out of my mouth, i just needed to put some things down after reading new spoilers

so like, spoiler warning for scripts 17-25

as of the eipsode 25 spoilers, i'm team suresh unless some other better boy comes along in casa amor

i wasn't originally gonna go on the suresh route but eddie is too sketchy and nosy, i unfortunately made my s5 mc straight so dana is out, arlo too but after the bedroom blowup i'm fine keeping her at arm's length, finn obviously wasn't going off kat for mc, and alfie's instalove is too much to handle.

i am also kind of a sucker for will-they-wont-they ex-lovers in fiction and suresh being a cocky bastard with vulnerability issues makes it more fun - i can fix him

my interpretation of the suresh/mc relationship: they were together for at least 2 years, the foundation was physical attraction and intimacy rather than an emotional connection, eventually they both fell hard in love but suresh hadn't experienced that before and wasn't sure how to communicate on an emotional level -- he seems to have a problem being vulnerable in front of others, why he blows up when the villa talks about his past but seems more genuine though clumsy when in private -- so when they started arguing it was over mundane shit instead of talking about underlying problems; if mc was planning on proposing maybe she started expecting him to be more dependable and he picked fights and everything snowballed into his walking out and seeking something familiar instead of facing a difficult hurdle -- man probably doesn't hear no very often.

which leads me to cherrygate 2.0 (or is it 3?): alfie is pushed as a love interest very hard from the beginning of s5. he's nice, he's good company, he's goofy, total 180 from suresh right? not really. he goes head over heels quick, he says so himself. kat even spills the beans about him committing to her on the first night, even if he recognized it wasn't true. this boy doesn't hide his cards just disguises them with self-awareness and jokes.

what makes being coupled with alfie worse is if you actively friendzone him. he seems fine being friends and i suspect if he wasn't forced into a couple with mc by the story his route would be a good slowburn, too bad.

so mc gets to encourage friendzone alfie to pursue meera. they seem like a good match. i really was hoping they'd stick it out but fusebox decided to be cowards and write themselves out of the corner by having alfie choose mc over meera -- and this is fine if you want him to do so, but an mc who encourages him to choose meera and expects to go home getting picked over another girl he seems to have a really good spark with might be infuriating.

an mc who isn't interested in pursuing eddie, finn, suresh, or alfie and would rather leave than get in the way of a genuine connection or stick around to be underwhelmed or the constant center of gossip and shit stirring -- what does it say when her friend goes back on his word and doesn't listen to her request?

like you really can't get these boys to move on already.

i've only played s2 once and i fell into gary's route by accident and my favorite thing about gary's route was how often he and mc could touch base and have conversations. if s5 mc was allowed to have conversations like that -- which canonically makes since she would considering her last serious relationship ended in a big lie and heaps of dishonesty -- there'd be less drama, antithetical to the game but at least mc would have some type of agency over her relationships.

which brings me to the episode 18 script. idk if dana always confesses to mc even if mc flatout states she isn't interested earlier on, but if she does it makes alfie look even more like an asshole even when mc decides to stay with him. assuming mc is either on the fence about alfie or uninterested in him, everything following the recoupling is a nightmare.

mc can choose to only makeout or not at all, to sleep alone or share the daybed without having sex, to stay dressed or sit on the poolside, give him a chaste kiss or reject him outright -- mc can choose to take it real slow or put on the brakes. ALFIE AGREES WITH MC and proceeds to push for intimacy later on anyway.

which leads to suresh: mc can choose to be as civil as possible, blatantly ignore his quips and reassure others she doesn't have any insight into suresh is thinking in terms of "winning" her back. mc can choose to encourage him to stay in the game because he deserves to move on too. mc can be played as wanting to move on and focus on other LIs without being a shit to her ex.

when the double date comes around mc can entirely ignore suresh and arlo, focus solely on alfie and actually commit to their coupling and tell arlo suresh was flirting during the date. mc can do everything ethically sound and still gets shafted.

finally, there's episodes 23-25. suresh gives a genuine apology 👏👏👏! and no matter if mc rejects his advances and is honest about the chat she's still on the chopping block because girl code only ever applies to the girl who initiates it not the entire group.

now finn. he's a flirt and doesn't really do attachments. he likes kat but is unsure if she's the right fit because in addition to his own hang ups she has insecurities he isn't equipped to handle. he seeks out advice and chill chats with mc instead of talking with kat himself. so he's maybe feeling stifled by kat, maybe doesn't care for her shit stirring, maybe realizes not having an emotional connection with her makes coupling difficult.

so he flirts with arlo and openly admits to having a sex dream about mc and does a good old fashioned apology performance where he ropes everyone in so it seems more romantic and grand.

kat empties the bag and says mc has been cracking on with suresh when she hasn't. and alfie does what? he storms out without listening to mc and the next time mc sees him alfie's tongue deep with another islander -- you know, like suresh did -- because he's always had a doubt mc would go back to her ex no matter how hard mc worked to show him otherwise.

and this all hits different if your mc chose alfie over dana.

finn asking mc to couple with him is a bold move considering alfie and kat were "cheating." is finn serious or is it a spiteful move? is he honestly wanting to step away from physical chemistry as a basis for a relationship for something emotionally deeper? is he hurt by his partner and bff going behind his back? or is he worried about losing out and can't go back to kat or arlo and isn't interested in dana, leaving mc as the only golden ticket?

all of this leaves me curious about casa amor. i think suresh will probably still flirt but if he doesn't get a chance for an answer before he leaves he'll not go further than that. finn on the other hand, don't trust him but i also want to see him blindsided by love.

the final curiosity being the girl with the turtle tattoo. is she dana's/alfie's ex and the girl suresh slept with? there has to be at least one more bombshell who's an ex to one of the og islanders.

#litg ex in the villa #litg s5

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I posted 167 times in 2022

18 posts created (11%)

149 posts reblogged (89%)

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I tagged 152 of my posts in 2022

Only 9% of my posts had no tags

#mass effect - 40 posts

#wayfarer if - 24 posts

#wayfarer mc - 16 posts

#my writing - 15 posts

#wayfarer fanfic - 14 posts

#30 microfic challenge - 12 posts

#sienna theran - 11 posts

#aeran kellis - 10 posts

#alaitha bisera - 6 posts

#dames and dragons - 6 posts

Longest Tag: 127 characters

#i realized recently that part of the reason i'm a perfectionist is because i'll end up eternally regretting every minor mistake

My Top Posts in 2022:

Prompt list here.

9. Sickness

Fandom: Wayfarer IF

Characters: Sienna (Sen) Theran x Aeran Kellis

Words: 140

Sen’s first few nights after coming to on the Dareia are a blur. They're weak and feverish, especially at night. Their sleep is broken by nightmares so terrible they wake up screaming, though they have no memory of what they contain.

Every time they wake, though, Aeran is there. Arms wrapped tight around them, fingers tangled in their hair. They cling to him, more tightly and desperately than they would under other circumstances. “Please stay,” they whisper. “Please, please stay.”

Sometimes they fall asleep like that, face buried in his chest. As they drift in and out of sleep, they’re vaguely aware of him stroking their hair, pressing a kiss to the top of their head. They’re never sure if it’s real or a dream. By the time they wake the next morning he’s always gone.

8 notes - Posted September 13, 2022

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8. Friendship

Fandom: Wayfarer IF

Characters: Alaitha (Alay) Bisera & Aeran Kellis

Words: 255

The wound is bad enough that Aeran has to half carry Alaitha up the hill. When they’re far enough away he helps her onto a turned over log. Her side is screaming with pain, but she keeps her hand pressed to it, feeling the blood pulse beneath her palm.

“Let me see, let me see.” Aeran gently pulls her hand away to take a look at her wound. Tears prick at the corner of her eyes, it hurts so much. If it were anyone but Aeran here, she’d be ashamed.

“It’s not the worst,” he says, pulling out his med kit. “It’s deep, but it’s clean.”

She nods. She’s shaking, a thin sheen of sweat on her face. “I’m such an idiot,” she says. “I should have seen him. I should have—”

He waves her words away, brow furrowed as he focuses on cleaning the wound. Alaitha goes quiet, gripping his arm as he applies stinging disinfectant. She feels like a little kid again, getting upset about something and Aeran running to her rescue. Like her real big brothers and sisters never had.

How did I get so used to not having him around? she thinks idly as he dresses the wound. How did I ever manage on my own?

“There,” he says. He smiles, that kind, big brotherly smile that only seems to come out now during times like this. “Good as new.”

She smiles back, and she wonders if he still sees her as that loud mouthed ten-year-old, running to keep up.

9 notes - Posted September 12, 2022

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11. Travel

Fandom: Wayfarer IF

Characters: Alaitha (Alay) Bisera, Aeran Kellis, Brissa Varyn

Words: 228

Varyn has long since fallen asleep in the carriage, leaving Alaitha and Aeran awake and too excited to sleep. They peer out the windows as the carriage travels on through the darkness. They giggle and jostle each other, pointing out the lights of distant towns on the horizon or constellations in the sky. At one point they hear a wolf howl, and Aeran starts so badly that Alaitha laughs out loud, quickly stifling it when Varyn stirs in her sleep.

When they tire of looking out the window, they whisper to each other, huddled in the blankets the carriage driver provided them with back in Tyridia.

“Do you think Varyn will let us talk to any important people when we get there?” Alaitha asks.

“Naw. She won’t want a couple of kids getting in her way.”

“Why is she bringing us, then?”

“Who knows why Varyn does anything?”

“Well, I think—”

“We can hear what you think in the morning, Bisera,” Varyn’s sleep laced voice suddenly says. “And Kellis, regardless of why I do what I do, I can tell you that I ask my apprentices to get a full night’s sleep so they aren’t tired in the morning.”

Aeran and Alaitha exchange looks. “Has she been awake the whole time?” Aeran mutters.

Whatever the case, Varyn’s eyes are tightly closed again, as though she never spoke.

9 notes - Posted October 10, 2022

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7. Romance

Fandom: Wayfarer IF

Characters: Sienna (Sen) Theran x Aeran Kellis

Words: 207

Aeran paces back and forth across the length of their small apartment. Sen watches from a corner, long hair pulled over one shoulder as they absently comb through it with their fingers.

“Wearing a hole in the floor isn’t going to make things any better,” they say.

“I’m thinking,” he says. “There’s got to be some way for us to get more work.”

And get out of here, Sen adds silently. They’ve barely managed to scrape by since they got here. Still, Sen knows that Aeran working himself up is the last thing they both need.

Sen unfolds themself from their spot on the floor and moves in front of him, blocking his progress across the room. They reach for his hands and squeeze them tight.

“Hey,” they say. “We’ll figure it out.”

Aeran frowns, but clasps their hands back, threading his fingers with Sen’s. His expression softens, and Sen swallows. Music is drifting in through the open window. A street musician. Sen’s surprised they’re playing in the rain, but it’s always raining in Rona.

Dance with me, Sen thinks, looking into Aeran’s blue eyes. Hold me close.

But then he looks away and drops their hands.

10 notes - Posted September 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Finally getting in on this 30 day microfic challenge folks have been doing on the Wayfarer Discord server. Prompt list here.

First Meeting

Fandom: Wayfarer IF

Characters: Sienna (Sen) Theran

Words: 224

Sienna stares open-mouthed at the tiny baby lying in Mother’s arms. The whole family is gathered round mother and child in the parlor, jostling, joking, cooing over how little Fios looks more like this relative than that one, over their mop of dark hair and their little fingers and toes.

Sienna hangs toward the fringes of the group, knowing even at age four that it’s better not to draw attention. But Fios is so sweet, gazing at them with bright eyes. Their tiny hands open and close. Unable to help themself, Sienna reaches out and lets their little sibling grasp one of their fingers in a soft, chubby hand.

The perfect moment is broken by a strangled scream from Mother. She yanks the baby out of reach, just as large hands grab Sienna around the waist to drag them roughly from the press of family.

Father puts Sienna down, glaring at the nursemaid. “Take them to their room. Now.” He looks furious. The relatives who aren’t comforting Mother are glaring at Sienna, and Fios’ high-pitched wails fill the room.

I didn’t do anything, Sienna wants to say, as Nurse is dragging them away by the hand. All I did was touch them. I didn’t do anything. But they just stare at their feet as their eyes ache and their throat burns.

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