#wanted to make something prettier but my day is packed :(

[the-orange-tabby-cat]

The Renegade

joel miller x fem!reader

Summary of the fic: This is why I’m writing to you, Tess. Do you see how much trouble am I? How unstable and not anywhere good for him? I can’t fall in love with him and he can’t get closer, I’m a weak bitch: I’m gonna fall for him if you don’t help me. I walked too many meters of bad decisions before, I can’t cross another ocean. You are my only hope, The renegade - Your parents ask you to try seeing a therapist, Tess, and you agree under one condition: she can't let you fall in love with Joel Miller. A fic in the format of letters, from you to Tess. 🐾

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CW/tags: Explict +18, no outbreak AU, slow burn, fluff, smut, kinda loser reader? lol, implied age gap, coming of age, no use of y/n

Word count of the prologue + chapter 1: 6,4k

A/N: This will be a quick fic, I promise! I needed to take it off my head, it was clogging everything else at this point lol I really wanted an anti-hero protagonist instead of the usual good girls I write. She is messy and adorable at the same time, I'm really proud of how the story is taking shape! Hope you like it!

PROLOGUE

Austin, July 2024

Dear Tess,

You said I could write you in any format as long I’m true to what I’m putting out. That’s some therapist bullshit, but since it’s you reading this mess, I will let it slide. I thought a lot about what to write down for you, not the usual overthinking, more of a “where do I begin?”. Remember, you were the one who told me to write this if I can’t say out loud what it is inside my head while we are in session. This shit is hard, okay?

Let me start by being the smartpants I used to be: the human brain processes a thought faster than one meter per second. If I put together all the meters my brain ran while getting bad ideas, I could now cross the Atlantic Ocean.

Do you remember when you were a kid and your parents told you to avoid certain people? That strange feeling you get when you see a trainwreck of a person, the one that didn’t exactly do something bad, they just are stuck somewhere out of this reality and you think to yourself “I would never get in that position”? 

I did get in that position. I’m stuck in that somewhere. For years now.

Wish I could tell you that something horrible happened to me when I was younger, that my mother crushed all my dreams and my dad left one day to buy a pack of cigarettes. What about a strict family or an over-the-top religious one where I’m one of ten kids? Not even close to the truth, I’m an only daughter.

Middle middle class: enough money to live more than comfortably, far from the luscious lifestyle of the riches. I grew up knowing money didn’t come from the trees, I touched some grass, okay? The only thing expected by my kinda-aristocrat parents was that I would achieve academic success prior to a life full of achievements.

Chess competitions, spelling bee trophies (if I make a mistake a few pages down, it’s been a while since it), debate club captain, swimming team… You name it and I did. At seventeen I was voted as “most likely to be successful” and second place for homecoming queen because slutty Katie gave the basketball team a sloppy blowjob after practice. I had a first kiss and gave one bad handjob under the bleachers by that age.

Then university came and nobody, no fucking body, got wowed when I got an Ivy League on my first try. My head was too shoved up my ass to notice life around me. I wasn’t a pretty girl anymore because girls in my class were prettier than me, wasn’t the smartest since I wasn’t a teacher’s pet by just existing. 

My classmates didn’t care for me because I had no clue about social etiquette: what alcohol is acceptable to bring to a frat party? How do you pick up guys and let them suck on your tongue? Do you stay inside your dorm room when your roommate is fucking or do you wait outside?

I could do it with being the awkward girl, but not with being less than perfect. By the second semester, I was crying every day in the shower and realized I had no friends, just people who had the same interests as me back home. I tried so hard to become the number one in my class that life became hell the second my teacher gave me a lower score on a significant test.

I left her class and instead of crying, calling my parents to vent, or any other shit, I walked by the first frat house I saw and decided to lose my v card there with any guy that looked remotely cute. 

Don’t get me wrong, I couldn’t be a slut if I hadn’t had a penis inside me yet, but I knew that something was boiling up for years. My hand sneaking under my panties after a tiring day, humping on my pillow whenever I got frustrated, even the shoulder massager I got for after swimming practice humming on my clit did it. All I needed was a chance to forget for a moment the hell that was my life.

And I did. A sand blond guy with a shark smile that would fuck anything that moved in his direction, clearly a rich bitch whose parents got his spot in the university. I walked in his direction and took my panties off, put them in his hand, and the next thing I saw he was deep inside of me while I hopped him vigorously.

I cummed so hard that I think saw Jesus, whatever he might be. Not that the guy made me cum, I had an itch for so long that any scratch would do it. Any. After coming down my high it was clear in my mind: I would do anything that I didn’t do before.

Drink until pass out, rob beer from the liquor store, fuck my roommate's hot dad, cheat on a test. Nothing was out of limits. Well, I still had to finish university and never use drugs because that was a hard no for me.

You see, Tess, I’m so good at keeping my promises to other people and ignoring my own needs that I did finish university. Graduated with an honor badge and everything, my parents' wet dream. Expect they no longer knew me and had no clue that I spent four years whoring myself and doing everything to ignore who I used to be.

And this is why on my first day in a big company, a trainee job earned right after college, I vomited inside the bathroom stall during onboarding. A panic attack a week later when my leader delegated some tasks. You give me a few months and my mind went blank the second I started a presentation to the c level board. I ran so fast outside that I fell on the sidewalk, got up, called for a cab, and never came back.

It’s been years since it.

My parents came to you because they still have some hope. I don’t, I think they are being dumb. Yes, I have an Ivy League degree, a bunch of useless skills (except for Mandarin, I can read so fast the menu at a Chinese restaurant) but nothing to do with when I WON’T come back to who I used to be. Do you think I sound miserable now? I’m miserable but I’m free in my kitchenette downtown, with my band t-shirts and two jobs. Living the dream.

Of course I’m fucking lying to you. I hate my life because the bitch running it is so dumb (that’s me, by the way).

It used to be kinda cool. The day I ran from the office was the same day I went straight to the arcade and played Mortal Kombat II so much that I broke the machine’s record. I went there for a full week before the manager, an emo guy looking like a teenager, decided to hire me.

It wasn’t enough to pay for my fancy downtown apartment, the one that got furniture that didn’t come from IKEA, so I had to move to the shithole I’m now. A mini studio in a building so old that if the city trembles, I’m sure that I will be turning into dust.

Years in this life, day after day, and I wasn’t mad about it. I was free, after all. It took about two years for my parents to find out that I wasn’t the prodigious child anymore and they took better than I expected. My mom cried, cursed my name, and asked if someone hurt me but I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I was the one who caused it.

Anyway, you already know this stuff. They told you their side of the story when letting you know that I would be your new patient. What exactly have they told you? About how I never introduced them to a guy and my dad had a very straightforward conversation with me about why lesbians were cool and he would accept me if I was one? Maybe they told you about how I got so drunk one Christmas that end up peeing on the petunias in the neighbor’s yard and my mom thought it was a good idea to tell them I was heavily sedated from a fear of flying? Nobody said it was easy to be an only child.

What you don’t know is that I have a love life, you are welcome. For years I’ve been sleeping around with a married man. I know, I know, shocking! Scandalous! His name is Peter and he is dumb as a door. But the dick is good and he sometimes treats me like a real person. I met him at a bar, gave him a blowjob in the back alley (Katie would be proud) and we see each other every week since.

Remember when I said my family isn’t religious? Thank god because that’s not everything. I have a boyfriend, a real one. It was a scorching day, the AC wasn’t working and I had to put the neckline out a bit before becoming a puddle. That’s when I see him, playing with his friends, having fun, being so fucking broad and handsome… I had to taste it.

Flirted a bit and boom, got him at the back door pumping deep inside of me while I was sitting on a desk. He was amazing, he was making me gooey to the point of screaming in pleasure. Too good to be true, when he was about to come I saw the little golden cross pending from his neck.

The next day he came back, told me how sorry he was, and asked me for an opportunity to show me how good he could be. I thought he wanted a second round, but nope, he wanted me to meet Jesus. I’m a people pleaser, Tess. It has been four months since I’m Mormon Isaac’s girlfriend. Every Sunday I attend the mess, his family knows me and I haven’t slept with him since that first day. It marks also the four months I’m trying to break up with him.

You must think that I ain’t a good person and you are right, I’m not. Not the worst, but for sure not a fucking saint. I don’t come back in my decisions, anyone else with less brain would, but not me. I’m stubborn and deal with the hell I made of my own life. Or used to, because now I’m head over heels for this guy, Tess.

Joel Miller. The stupid hunk who is older, wiser, and hot. Who I can’t stop thinking about since we met. Damn his pretty brown eyes and how they look into my soul. I’m a mess and I need some help dealing with it before he gets into my trap and I destroy him.

This is why I’m writing to you, Tess. Do you see how much trouble am I? How unstable and not anywhere good for him? I can’t fall in love with him and he can’t get closer, I’m a weak bitch: I’m gonna fall for him if you don’t help me. I walked too many meters of bad decisions before, I can’t cross another ocean.

You are my only hope,

The renegade

P.S. I won’t pay you shit, hope my parents paid you enough for this.

CHAPTER ONE

Austin, July 2024

Dear Tess,

Yes, I'm doing well, thank you for your concern, guess the rambling in my last letter got you worried about me. It’s a skill, I’m very good at making people worry. I'm marvelous, splendid, and well, fucked. By our last session, you asked me more details of how I ended up meeting Joel and I said to you “a lady never tells” and you didn't laugh, tough crowd. Let me paint you a picture then.

There are many regulars at the arcade. The asians dudes that go there after Kumon (been there, done that, I feel so sorry for them), the lone wolves of 40+ that still want to feel young since they can't get any pussy and, my favorites, the after-school reruns.

These little fuckers go there every week to burn some steam from their sugary-inflicted bodies, stay until 4 pm and go straight to their houses, to their mom and dad. I'm not bitter, I just hate teenagers.

I'm aware that it sounds like I'm on the wrong career path since they keep my economy going, but fuck it, teenagers give me the creeps. Except for the queers, they are quite nice. I have a baby lesbian (it’s pretty obvious) that I call 3 pm because she comes by this time twice a week, Ellie.

She is probably fifteen or so and everything I wasn't at her age. Firecracker, bossy with a dirty mouth – did I ever tell you that the first time I said “fuck” in front of my parents was after my meltdown? You can get it. One of the only teenagers I got close to if I'm honest. She came by one afternoon, saw Mortal Kombat II, and hasn't left since.

“Who's The Renegade?” She asked me one time, checking out the scoreboard with disgust. Remember I beat the machine record? She was right after me.

“No clue, try harder.” I teased her thinking she wouldn't care and move on with her life, like people do.

But not Ellie, she tried really hard to break the fucking record. Week after week, I watched her trying her best from my glass display while wearing the ugly bowling striped shirt that is my uniform.

I saw him way before he saw me. Doing my regular afternoon routine, cleaning the games with some rubbing alcohol to avoid the sticky hands infecting everywhere, minding my business under the neon light. All good, until I saw broad shoulders (I have a type, okay? Sue me) playing the fucking Mortal Kombat II with Ellie by his side.

Broad, so fucking broad. Dark curls with some gray here and there adorning his ears. I must have made some noise because for a second he looked back and that nose? Yeah, that was the end of me.

“You were close, old man,” Ellie teased as the fight on screen got to an end. He glared at her before looking at his score. “Nah, you're full of shit. Not even close to me or The Renegade.”

“Yeah, if I was spending that much time here I would be second place too,” he groaned before gaining full height. That voice gave me chills as I pretended I haven't heard shit, trying to not sneak a look and failing every time.

And that was it, Tess. Not exactly your meet cute, sorry. He came back maybe three or four times, always polite, nothing else. I thought it would be a silent crush, a small one until I got bored. I’m constantly bored.

My second job is a little less orthodox, if you can call my first one that. A girl has to do what she has to to get that bag. On Christmas, I’m the Santa helper with a mini skirt and sweet smiles (you can imagine how many times I picked up bored dads like that), by Easter, I’m your lucky bunny hopping around in white hot pants, when Thanksgiving is around the corner I’m the sluttiest turkey you ever saw. 

The mall manager pays me double because I let him once see my boobs and the poor guy is so lonely that he is more than sure that we will sleep together at some point.

“A vest with “can I help you?” tagline? Where is the skanky clothes?” I asked him one Saturday morning, thinking he made a mistake giving me the day costume.

“We’re getting more boomers and older visitors, we need someone to stay in a good floor spot and answer their questions,” he told me in a boring tone, the sadness in his eyes always a classic.

“Okay, if they ask me questions, what do I do? I don’t know shit about this mall except that you can buy powder by the public telephones and shouldn’t use the ladies bathroom on the second floor, that’s where Nora from Chipotle goes and that woman’s ass is rancid.” He furrowed his brows and dragged his hand on his face, taking his time to process what I had just said.

“Just be nice and bring them to someone who will be helpful, maybe a security guard, I don’t know. And don’t use cocaine while on the job, I can’t deal with another junkie here,” he said reinforcing the vest on my hands and urging me to get out of the room.

Now would be a good time to remind you that I don’t use drugs, never did. I might be many things in this life, but not a stoner. Not because I’m prudish or think drugs are bad for you, even if they are. I’m way too afraid about getting hooked once I realize that the play-pretend reality that they induce in your brain is better than this one. I’m self-destructive, but not stupid.

So there I was, in my lime neon vest, above a small platform with a big dark blue “information” written. Thinking about anything you can imagine, my shift lasts six hours and I can’t sit down, just a fifteen-minute bathroom break. One of my worst nightmares is to be alone with the dumb bitch inside my head, that’s why I hate silence.

When was the last time you went to a mall? They used to be a big deal in my younger days, but now they are dead. It’s so fucking slow, just little packs of people here and there. Not even music playing to alleviate the tension between me and my stupid brain.

“Miss?” A small voice called, I looked to the sides and saw nobody,  so they insisted. “Miss?”

I looked down on the platform and to my surprise, a toddler with big brown eyes and curly hair was calling me. Hesitating for a second, I climbed down my platform and crouched to get my eyes the same height as his, I read once that kids get more comfortable like that.

“Hm, yeah?” I asked unsure of how one talks with kids, shouldn’t he be there with an adult?

“I can’t find my uncle,” the poor kid was on the verge of tears, making me panic.

“Okay, let’s find him,” I said with very little confidence, unsure how to approach it.

Before I could think about what I would do, his hand found a place in mine, holding me like an anchor. I decided to go to the nearest security guard and hope for the best, one thing was to be a failure by myself and another was to fail a little kid.

We walked for about five minutes, the fucking mall had a small amount of guards. No fucking clue why nobody comes down there. The kid got a little tired of walking and held up his little arms, asking to be picked up.

I accepted it, letting him rest his head on my shoulder. Thinking about it now, as I write this to you, I can’t remember the last time somebody hugged me. We might need to talk about it in session.

“You tell me if you see him, okay? What does your uncle look like?” I asked still walking down the corridor, searching for the damn guard.

“Big, fluffy hair,” I laughed at how wholeheartedly the kid tried to answer it.

“Blue eyes? Dark hair?” He shook his head for the first one but nodded at the second.

Changing corridor, I saw from afar a big guy and a smaller figure talking with a guard and figured out it was the kid’s uncle. The man seemed agitated, speaking with his hands in the air. As I pressed my steps, the figures got more familiar. Made a signal for the kid, showing them when we were close enough and his face lightened up.

“Uncle Joel!” He shouted happily, as I put him down so he could run to the tall man.

That’s how I found out his name. Simple, discrete, direct. Jo-el. Suits him.

He immediately hugged the boy, kissing the top of his head. Ellie was at the side getting color back on her face, unshed tears in her eyes when she noticed me.

“I know you,” she started and I panicked a little. I don’t know why, I wasn’t doing anything weird, but something about breaking their bubble made me uncomfortable.

Joel looked up from his nephew’s face and furrowed his brows, not in a “who the fuck are you?” kinda way, more of a “wait, I do know you too”.

“Hm, yeah, I work at the arcade down the block,” I said in a monotone, looking into Ellie’s eyes, ignoring Joel’s.

“Are you safe? All good?” Joel asked in a soft tone, much softer than I imagined a man like him could do, to the kid.

“Yes,” the toddler replied searching for my hand again. My eyes got to the size of the moon, unaware of how to react.

“Thank you for helping him, we were about to lose our heads searching for him everywhere.” Joel gave me puppy eyes in his dearest manners and every inch of my body heated as he got up, gaining his tall size. 

A grown, big man being soft on the edges? The hottest thing I’ve seen and I fucked once Mormon Isaac.

I was ready to get back to my platform when Ellie shared stares with Joel, a language I hadn’t properly been introduced to in my formal education, but I think I can decipher:

Ellie looking straight, then bringing her eyebrows up - say something, Joel

Joel furrowing his heavy eyebrows and pouting a little, before looking towards the exit - no, let’s go home

Ellie rolling eyes and siding it in my direction real quick - she is right here, do something

Joel setting his jaw and looking directly at Ellie - I said no, let’s go home

Ellie narrowing her eyes and then nodding to the toddler - how did we got him back?

Joel glancing at his nephew, Ellie, and me before pouting a little bigger - okay, fine, you’re so annoying

Mind you I’m not a linguist in any way, I might have translated something wrong since I’m not fluent and the whole scene lasted no more than two seconds. I was highly confused when he put his hand on the toddler’s shoulder (mind you, who was still holding my hand) and cleared his throat.

“Are you hungry? It would be a pleasure having you with us,” he proposed in his most southern polite voice. I laughed a little, stupid bitch.

“That’s not… Necessary. Really. It’s okay!” I replied quickly, awkwardly trying to walk back. The kid’s hand grip got stronger.

“C’mon, stay. It’s the minimum I can do,” Joel insisted with another puppy eye.

“I used to g-get lost too, in the mall, you know? It’s okay! It’s just a full circle moment, but thank you!” I lied.

I was a prodigious child, way too smart for my age, and for sure not roaming around in a suburban mall. My parents weren’t strict, but they had a very clear vision of what was cool and what was trashy. Read in my room, go to museums and cinema exhibitions of foreign movies that I was able to watch without the subtitles? Hot and cool. Go to the mall, watch blockbuster movies, and eat a burger at the food court? Suburban and trashy. I got lost once at a library, though.

“He won’t stop giving you the puppy eye until you accept, c’mon,” Ellie replied gaining a double glare from me and Joel, who – in all truth – was still giving me puppy eyes.

“Some pizza wouldn’t hurt,” I said with an awkward lopsided smile. 

The duo stared at each other again, now that I had more familiarity with the language I think I can get better translations:

Ellie shotting up her eyebrows and inclining her head towards the front of her body - told ya, old man

Joel sighing before eyeing the food court direction - lead the way, brat

“Let’s go, Luke,” Ellie grabbed the kid’s hand from mine and started to walk.

“One sec,” I said before taking off my vest and placing it in the security guard’s hand, who looked at me puzzled. I would find a way out of trouble with the manager later on. “Okay, all good!”

“So… The arcade and the mall, you must be good with teenagers,” Joel started nodding in Ellie’s direction. He said in such a genuine matter that it took me back, not a single harsh reply in my brain.

“Not really, it’s more of a coincidence. I try to avoid them a little, though. They could shatter me with one comment.” I laughed a little, trying to break the awkwardness between us. He smirked a bit.

“I get it, Ellie likes to remind me that I’m no longer hip. Do people still use this word?” He asked chewing his cheek and I chuckled.

“I’m not sure. Maybe no? We are very much 20th-century material,” he smiled. 

Do I like to think it was because I hinted that I was old enough to drink, so old enough to fuck him? Yes. But I regretted it the moment that thought appeared in my head.

Don’t get me wrong Tess, even if I’m a slut I wasn’t trying to fuck Joel Miller when we got alone. It’s more of an old habit, a second skin. When I got the conclusion men were little needy bitches, I got laid often.

You pretend to be stupid and praise them on their big brain. Maybe they prefer it when you are a hopeless girl who needs a strong man to solve something that your small body can’t. Or, the classic, they just want a shy girl who has no idea of how pretty she is and is more than grateful that he is there to show her.

Men are simple creatures. The more you make yourself smaller and dumber, the more they want you. Nobody wants an opinionated woman who knows her worth, that isn’t sexy. It’s a sin being a woman who is not sexy all the time.

Something inside of me knew Joel wasn’t trying to pick me up. He was just an older guy with a life set and a family of his own, he wanted to be nice to the girl who helped his nephew.

“Your nephew is a sweet kid, very affectionate,” I said in a genuine tone, trying to clear a bit of my head.

“A good kid too, smart for his age. He will be three in a couple of days,” Joel's face lightened up talking about the toddler. I wondered if someone’s face ever got so bright thinking of me.

“Growing up fast?” I asked trying to keep up, I don’t much about raising kids except that parents feel like everything is way too fast.

“Yes, but there is a long way until he becomes a petulant teenager like Ellie,” he joked with tenderness.

“She is cool, just the right amount of sassy in her bones. Her friends too, they are well-behaved down the arcade,” I said thinking about the times I saw her with other weird teenagers there.

“Really? Good to know her friends treat her well, she needs that,” he replied quickly. I lost him for a second and couldn’t keep my mouth shut.

“Why?” Could I sugarcoat my curiosity a bit? Of course, but my initial awkwardness was opening space for a comfortable conversation and I’m bad at calculating risk.

“We just moved, right before the school year. I’m from Austin, but Ellie no, she is from Boston. We lived there for a few years before moving back. Is tough to be the new kid, you know.”

The soft around the edges came back. I started to wonder how I never noticed Ellie’s accent, but it made sense.

“And why did you come back? Work?” I asked, again, without thinking further. Joel scratched his scruff while pondering how much detail he would give me.

“Boston got too heavy. Bad memories, you know? She needed a fresh start and I was missing the Texas sun.” My eyes searched for a ring on his hand for the first time, but there was nothing to see. Maybe a bad divorce? A widow?

“In that case, welcome home, cowboy,” I said mimicking holding a tip of a cowboy hat to him, who smiled a bit.

When we arrived at the food court, we went straight to the only pizza option available, the fucking Pizza Hut. The mall is shitty, if you haven’t noticed it yet Tess.

Ellie ordered everyone’s pizza as if she were introducing us to a new, exotic cuisine. Joel got amused, looking at her adoringly while petting his nephew's curls. I allowed myself to imagine what if my weekends were filled with this domestic view, if I would be happy to live such a mundane life and got surprised when the response was positive.

“Will you finally tell me who The Renegade is?” Ellie joked with a hint of truth. Joel rolled his eyes in good fun.

“A lady never tells,” I winked at her and Joel grinned with a little laugh. You see Tess, when you make a joke this is how people react, not scribbling something down their therapist's notepad. Rude as fuck.

The pizza could be better, but the company was more than good. I found myself laughing at Ellie’s puns, making comments about the arcade regulars. Joel tried to make me laugh a few times too, like an old friend. I felt good, felt normal instead of the constant weight on my shoulders.

At some point during our little chit-chat, I furrowed my eyebrows.

“How did Luke get lost? You haven’t told me that.” I questioned both of them, Ellie’s cheeks got pink. Joel made a motion for her to speak.

“Joel went inside a store and asked me to wait a little with Luke, to keep an eye on him for a second while he got something. I know,” she looked into his eyes with a guilty stare, “that I must hold Luke’s hand whenever we’re in a public place. I didn’t, started to look into a window shop thinking he was by my side.”

“It’s okay, you were holding tight to his hand on our way here,” Joel assured her.

If that man couldn’t get any hotter, he didn’t hold the weight of her mistakes against her. I swear that I don’t have daddy issues, I might have a Peter Pan syndrome or shit like that, but my dad was quite nice for a stuck-up guy. I’m not comparing dads, I’m comparing how to deal with delicate hearts: in that couple of hours I got to know a little more of them, I saw how Joel didn’t hold Ellie back, tried to shape her into something he wanted. Even inside of my own body I can’t do that with myself, be this level of kind.

I think Joel got me when it crossed my mind that I could fuck up and, maybe, he would still like me. I wouldn’t be a bitch, a bad girl to him. I would be just a person who made a mistake and he would still be there. What if my main kink is to be loved?

He paid for the meal, of course, a southern gentleman. I said goodbye, hinting I would be there when Ellie decided to show up at the arcade and she replied with a “hell yeah”. They left and I sighed, so light as if I had a spa day, but nope, just a good time with nice people. I might be lonely.

In a snap of fingers, I met the mall manager who questioned me why I wasn’t at the platform. The weight of the world came back on my shoulders, I reasoned that I was tired and wanted to go home as fast as possible.

“A kid got lost and I went to help him find his family. I think the slutty outfit might be a better idea next time, this shit is too complex,” I said shrugging before flashing him again with my boobs for a few seconds.

What? I had a nice meal with a good family, but I’m still not a saint.

Anyway, life followed its course. Saw Ellie sometimes at the arcade, Joel would greet me by name whenever he was there to pick her up, all good and normal. I told you, this is not your meet-cute story.

If you are wondering, yes, I saw Mormon Isaac the next day after the missing kid incident. Holy Sunday, couldn’t skip.

I don’t have exactly a wardrobe that screams “SLUT!”, but the vibe isn’t exactly good southern mormon girl. Jesus just wasn’t my thing growing up. My parents were a little paranoid about the christians, we avoided them at all cost. I had to thrift some stuff to attend Sunday preaching with Mormon Isaac.

It was so boring, every single Sunday. Thank God the pastor would scream from time to time on his speech, the only thing waking me up. Mormon Isaac, strangely as it seems, wouldn’t try to grab me a little here and there while we were inside the church.

“Are you okay?” I asked him once when he audibly swallowed when I touched the inside of his thigh when the pastor was speaking, or whatever.

“Yes. Please, not here, sweetheart,” he urged me and I rolled my eyes.

Every. Fucking. Sunday. For. Four. Months. He would only give me a peck after church, always in front of his family, if his parents weren’t making lunch he would drive me home and that’s it.

Sometimes we would do other stuff too. He would take me to the cinema to see a movie, always under PG-13 though. I would try to jack him off and he wouldn’t allow me, I once tried to give him a blowjob and he said he was waiting for the right time. We fucked rough in the staff room and now I was a pervert, make it make some sense.

You can imagine my surprise when, in the middle of an afternoon, Mormon Isaac appeared from nowhere at the arcade.

“Guess whose four-month anniversary is today?” He asked me while holding a box. I have no idea how to pray, but I know that I prayed for every single entity in the sky for a surprise break up as a git.

“Wow, lucky me,” I said with a fake smile. If my job was boring that afternoon, it was about to become much more boring.

From the corner, I saw Ellie picking up her backpack from the floor as I opened the box. A deep voice greeted my name and I got cold.

Mormon Isaac was looking at me like he was the best boyfriend in the whole world. Joel appeared to be curious, getting close to the glass display I call my office.

“I didn’t know you were religious,” he said looking at the bible in my hands. A fucking bible. Damn you, Mormon Isaac.

“She attends the Sunday preach every week,” Mormon Isaac promptly corrected with his most polite smile. I wanted to die.

“Thank you very much, I will cherish it.” I smiled back, looking into Joel’s eyes with a silent rescue request when Mormon Isaac glanced at his phone.

“See you tomorrow-,” he started and I cut it before he could finish that thought.

“For the bible study, yes. It will be a pleasure,” I said faking another smile, Joel looked so confused and amused by the whole situation. Mormon Isaac grinned so hard that I thought he was about to cum in his pants.

“That’s fantastic! I will let my mom know!” He said before grabbing his phone and walking out, leaving me and Joel behind.

I sighed and dropped my head into my arms, right at the bible. Joel's laugh, I sound I grew to adore, echoed and I glanced up from my arms.

“What the hell was that?” He asked in good fun, looking at how distressed I was.

“You do me a favor: never, I said never, open the door for a Jeovah’s witness. I accepted one preach from this mormon customer and now he plays rehab with me,” I said avoiding the fact that the said mormon was my boyfriend on the following day we would meet for a date.

“I will. Do you need an excuse for bible study?” He asked me looking somewhere behind me like he was forming a plan inside his head, both hands on my glass display while Ellie waited.

“Does it involve religion or any kind of cult?” I half-joked. Half because if hot Joel said he wanted me to go to any kind of religious ceremony I would have another panic attack and leave.

Joel looked to Ellie, who looked back at him and both nodded. This time I can’t translate, sorry, I’m still in the process of getting the language's grammatical structure.

“Tomorrow is Luke’s birthday. Surprise party. You don’t want to break the poor’s kid heart, c’mon,” Ellie said faking seriousness. Joel nodded back.

“There will be food?” Ellie confirmed. “Booze?”

“Do you like beer?” Joel asked, also in fake seriousness. Except that his death stare made me fucking wet.

“Pass me your phone so I can give you my number, text me the address,” I turned my palm up to grab the said phone, he smirked and Ellie laughed.

And this, Tess, is how I met Joel, got my little heart full of him just to let him slip into my life. What can I say? I never wanted to save a horse more than the moment he lassoed me.

I think you have more than enough material for our next session already. I will give you that yes, I speak more about what is inside my head like this. I think it might be because it feels strangely similar to submitting a paper, you know how much I love being the teacher’s pet.

Don’t forget: I can’t fall in love with this guy,

The Renegade

P.S. In case it isn’t obvious, I don’t have daddy issues. I DON’T. I know what it looks like, but I don’t have it. Don’t even try.

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[elllisaaa]

loved the bf!beomgyu!!! <3 could you perhaps do bf!taehyun as well? :)

the bf!txt agenda is not doing any good for my delulu hours but here we go !!

BF!TAEHYUN who is not the most talkative, but that is the most caring and observant boyfriend ever.

for example, he knows exactly what your coffee order is, he knows what your favourite snacks are, and he knows which song from your long ass playlist on spotify is your favourite. and these are things you don't even have to tell him, just because he always has an eye on you, and because he wants you to feel like a princess. and that's how taehyun makes you feel everyday. whenever you need something, bet he would hand you his card so you can pay for it. and don't even think about paying something for yourself or the both of you when you two are going out. but that's just because he wants to treat you like the queen you are.

"oh and i left my card for you on the kitchen counter, since you're going out with your friends this afternoon. i know you will do some shopping so get yourself something nice for our date tonight angel."

even if you don't workout, taehyun will bring you to the gym with him. he doesn't need you to do anything else than be there for him. it's maybe not what some would call quality time, but it is for both of you, especially when his schedule is so packed. he steals some kisses between his sets, lets you vent to him about your annoying coworkers, and smiles everytime you take his towel to wipe the sweat from his forehead. and yes, he also loves it when you gush over his muscles and how strong he is. he's often the one praising you, and when you compliment him, he always finds a way to turn it back and fluster you. so sometimes, you make it your life mission to make him blush instead. and he lets you do so because you have him wrapped around your finger.

"you're very pretty today angel." - "but you're prettier tae, the prettiest boy in the world." - "what did i do to deserve you ?"

you know that your boyfriend sometimes struggles to talk about his emotions and feelings, and you're always here for him no matter what. but when he finally opens up to you, he's never backing up. everytime he feels bad or tired we would've kept it to himself and stayed alone before. but now, after a long day at work, all he wants is to come back home to you and hold you close to him. sometimes he needs to tell you everything that happened, and sometimes he just needs you to soothe him into your embrace. either way, he feels the most at ease, the most loved when he's close to you. in the mornings after these nights, he wakes up before you to make you breakfast as a thank you, even if you insist that he doesn't need to and that it's your job as his girlfriend. but the princess treatment never ends with taehyun, and he will never take you for granted.

"just eat angel, i did it because i wanted to and because i love you."

BF!TAEHYUN who pays for everything just so he can literally ruin you for any other men when you come back home.

because the reason he let you borrow his card to pay for your hair, your nails and your clothes, has some ulterior motives. he loves it when you're all dolled up for him, when you take up so much time to look even better than usual for him. he especially loves it when you're wearing skirts or dresses, because it gives him an easier access for when he bends you over the couch and fucks you from behind. he loves it when your makeup runs down your face because you're crying from how good he's making you feel. taehyun loves it when your hair are all tangled and messy because he's tugging on them when you're sucking on his cock. and he loves it when he sees the scratching marks your brand new nails he payed for had left on his back.

"that's it princess, cry for me. feels good ? i know it does."

taehyun is always willing to give you everything you want in bed, as long as you're good for him and doing everything he's telling you to. one of his favourite ways to torture you a little is by edging you. you can choose how he's pleasing you - his mouth, fingers or cock, whatever you want, he'll give it to you - but you have to warn him every time you're close, and he'll stop. and when he finally lets you cum, he's telling how proud of you he is, how good you are for him, and how good he's gonna fuck you as a reward. and he does fucks you good, so good you're going dumb and can only whine and cry out for him.

"my good girl, i'm gonna take care of you, hm ? gonna reward my angel."

but when you're not following his orders, or when you decide to be a brat and act out, he has no other choice but to discipline you, right ? his go to punishment is to bend you over his lap and spank you. taehyun makes you count each slap he gives you, finding it cute how red the skin of your ass gets with each new one. he loves it when you stumble over your words, moaning and crying out when he slaps your butt one more time. each time, you take your punishment so well he cannot do anything else than rewarding you with his cock, because after all, you're his princess and he just wants to give you the best. and obviously, he loves it when you're all cute and innocent, but the best moment is when you become nasty and desperate for him and he gets to lovingly degrade you.

"my pretty little slut, acting like a saint and whoring yourself out for my cock."

#eli answering your questions #eli's anonie #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #txt smut #taehyun smut #taehyun hard thoughts #taehyun hard hours #taehyun x reader

[luffysscraps]

Every Bit of You;

Yandere! Trafalgar D. Water Law

Cw; Fem reader. Yandere. Manipulation. Surgical operation. Dumbification. Gaslighting. Mind break. God complex

The captain of the Heart pirates is… very attached to you to say the least.

The man known as Trafalgar D. Water Law, had saved your life a year ago. Saving you from becoming a slave and being sold as property at an auction house. He offered you a spot on his pirate crew, and in that moment you felt like you had no where else to turn so you accepted his offer. And you never knew why he wanted you specifically. The auction house was filled with prettier women, people with devil fruit powers, hell even experienced pirates.

So for the captain of a strong pirate crew to want you of all people made little to no sense. You always asked him why but he never gave you a straight answer. “Stop worrying about why. It already happened didn’t it?” Or it was the simple. “I felt like it.” You just never felt like you really fit in here. While everyone else was fighting for their lives, you were running and hiding to save your own.

No fighting skills, no navigation skills; you could barely hold your own. Someone else always had to save you and keep you out of harms way. The rest of the crew even jokes about it taking turns babysitting you on every single adventure. You have no idea why you’re here, the only bright part of you existence was your captain. Law. He always had a soft spot for you, you could just tell. The way he treats you compared to the others is all telling, when he looks at you his eyes gain a tint of softness and patience that wasn’t present when speaking to the rest of the crew.

Your existence was an enigma. You never felt like you belonged or could pull your weight so after a year of sailing these seas aimlessly you finally decided you would leave the heart pirates. With your bags packed up in your room and ready to go.

So here you stood in front of Law’s office where the man often clammed up in front of books and studied for days straight. You gulped down a lump that was growing in your throat, for some odd reason you felt nervous… you knew you had nothing to worry about, your captain was an understanding man. He certainly wasn’t one to get angry, not with you at least. Even when you did something stupid like get yourself captured he had never raised his voice at you. The most you got was a light scolding, compared to when he chewed out the rest of the crew for something simple.

But what are you thinking about that for? You’re sure he’ll understand.

After knocking on his door you can hear a low “come in.” Being muffled by the walls. So with his permission you enter, and like always his eyes go a little soft when he realizes it’s you at the door. “Y/n-Ya? What brings you here? And why are you up so late? It’s important to get a full eight hours of sleep a night.” As usual he’s always in doctor mode, trying to assess your health every second of the day. He gets up from his desk and makes his way over to greet you.

You shutter lightly, closing the door behind you. “Captain Law…”

“You only call me captain when there’s something bothering you. What’s wrong?” Law is very observant in your mannerisms, you never noticed that yourself until he pointed it out. It was like he knew you like the back of his hand. “Well captain- I mean Law… it’s just…” you shutter and stammer your way through your sentence unable to reach Law’s gaze feeling guilty for some odd reason. The male himself stares down at you, his golden hues examining your every flinch.

“Spit it out Y/N. Whatever’s troubling you won’t bother me, or make me mad.”

“Well… I…I… I’m leaving the Heart pirates.”

He stood mistaken.

It did make him mad.

It was a silent anger, not noticeable to the eye. His expression didn’t change at all, he looked down at you with a sigh. He always knew this day would come but he didn’t think it’d come so soon. “And why is that Y/N-ya.”

“You know why! I-I can’t hold my own, I’m not a good fighter, and I just don’t contribute to the-“

“Didn’t I tell you not to worry about things like that?” Law cuts you off bringing you closer to him and resting his hand on your shoulder. “What you contribute to the crew doesn’t matter at all. I sworn you in as a crew mate therefore you are a crew mate.” He tells you firmly leaving little to no room for argument. You shutter back unable to look him in those yellow hues that were no longer soft. Instead his eyes were those of a predator now looking down on it’s prey; a hawk looming over a oblivious mouse hundreds of feet above in the sky.

“B-but… I don’t feel like-“

“Y/N-Ya!”

His voice is sharp, and in all honesty it scared you. His hand crawls up your shoulder and sits on your chin, tilting your head upwards to meet his gaze. “So are we going to put this to rest?” Law’s tone isn’t light hearted like before, it now has a nasty glint of annoyance and anger. Sweat beads down your forehead as his words sound more like a threat then a suggestion. ‘What’s going on with him? Why is he so… scary?’

You’ve never seen Law act like this before, it was unsettling. You didn’t know how to answer him so you simply nodded your head. “I-I um… sure! I’ll… I’ll just head to bed then.” You turned away from him, going towards the door to grab your bags and rush out of here as quickly as possible. Your hand reaches the knob and opens it but the door is quickly slammed shut by Law’s weight. He’s leaning against the other side of the door, crossing his arms and staring at you dead in the eyes.

“That’s a lie. You’re still set on leaving aren’t you?”

You back away from him, too shocked to say anything. His eyes follow your movement, not a second goes by where his eyes leave your body. “L-Law you’re scaring me…”

“So I was right… it was a lie and you’re set on leaving me aren’t you. Y/N-Ya…?”

The nickname that was once so sweet is now so sinister. His hand slowly creeps to where his sword rested besides the door and holds it firmly in its palm. “W-what are you doing?!” You yelled at him, watching as he crept closer and closer to your body. He lets out a sigh. “Honesty… I wish it didn’t have to come to this. I enjoyed your company as it was. You always thought you were a nuance or burden no matter how much I tried to reassure you, you weren’t.”

“Don’t you see? You were enough, more then enough. The moment I laid eyes on you, you were the one. I saved you. I groomed you. You were my own; a silly little pet I loved. You’d lay across my lap by your own decision but now you’ve grown a mind of your own. This is the repayment I get? I saved you and this is my thanks?”

He’s trapped you now. You’ve been backed into a corner, not that he needed to trap you anyways. You were trapped the moment you decided to join the Heart pirates. His empty hand grasps your chin, the tattoo spelling out ‘Death’ laced across his knuckles now creeping up your face and stopping at your temple. His index finger runs across your frontal lobe before giving it a gentle tap.

“I tried to calm your worries naturally. You were always great but you could never see it. There’s something wrong up here. Don’t worry. I’ll fix you.”

A blue aura fills the room and entraps you in another. Law’s operation room. A room none of his victims escape from. His lips curve into a smile. His fingers now ink like, drawing a dotted line across your frontal lobe marking where he needed to cut. “I always loved you. That was your purpose. Your only purpose was for me to love you. It didn’t matter if you loved me back or not. You were made for me. But now you’re broken….”

You shiver and shake in his hold finding no means to move. You’re frozen solid looking up to your captain. The man you respected was now gone, all that was left was a mad man; a psychotic surgeon and now you weren’t one of his crew members. You were nothing but another victim.

He leans over and kisses you on the lips. The action was quite passionate but the context in which it came was sickening. It was filled with love, a sick one sided love. His lips were warm and tender against your unmoving and shaking ones. Once he pulled back he smiled at you and slowly began to unsheathe his sword. Tears dwelled up in your eyes not knowing what the future would be like but you knew it was one you’d dread. Your heart pounded heavily against your chest in fear, the glimmer of his blade raised high above you.

“P-please law… don’t.” 

“Hush now. You’ll feel better after I’m finished… I’ll twist and tweak your brain to my liking. I’ve studied hard on lobotomies…. There’s nothing to fear my dear.”

“You’ll just go to sleep for a while. And when you wake up you’ll be as good as new.”

“Now Scalpel.”

You felt a sharp pain slide across your temple as his blade slices open your head. Your eyes feel heavy and you close them, falling into a deep sleep in seconds.

——

“Did… did Y/N always do her hair like that?” “Now that you mention it. She’s a little off now isn’t she?” “I heard she came down with something bad. Captain’s working on a cure. She stays with him most of the time. I’m surprised she’s out of his room right now.”

“Tea,Tea,tea. Pouring tea for law and me.” You muttered softly to yourself. The chitter chatter of the other crew members in the kitchen turned to blurs and faded away in your memory. The gaps in your mind too small to pay such attention to them. You stumbled over yourself, forgetting how to walk for a second before standing upright holding the kettle in your palms while your hand shakily guided it to the tea cups sat on the table.

“Y/N… you’re pouring it on the ground.” Bepo told you softly. You blinked feeling a wetness on the floor and realized you had emptied the pot on the ground. “Oh. Excuse me.” You bend down with a small smile taking the cups from the tray and trying to get the spilled liquid back into the cups. A loud scraping sound echoing out the kitchen as your effort was fruitless. But that didn’t matter to you. You didn’t have the capacity to think clearly.

The crew members of the heart pirates watched uncomfortably not knowing what to do with you. Nowadays you were like a zombie to the world, it was like you had lost a bit of your humanity or your ability to think beyond a few words. Just as Bepo went to pull you from your impossible task, light footsteps came from around the corner.

“Y/N-Ya… I found you, what did I tell you about wondering off.”

“I made us tea Law!” You exclaimed not understanding a word he said as you shot up with a smile on your face holding the tray out to him. Two slightly broken tea cups sat on the tray with barely any tea inside, and from the looks of the kitchen floor the tea had been poured out onto the ground. With your erratic movement your bang that had been used to cover your scar from surgery showed. “Hey take it easy now… what’d I say about moving quickly.” He scolded you lightly pushing your hair back into place.

“Oh right… sorry Law…”

“It’s alright Y/N-Ya I’m just glad you’re safe.” He takes the tray from your palms and smiles lightly at you putting the tray down on the table. “You don’t need to make me anything, you don’t need to do anything right now okay? We just need to focus on getting you better alright?” He turns you around and guides you out of the kitchen not giving his confused crew members any explanation of what was going on.

Once he was out of sight of his crew he leads you back to his room, his grip on your shoulders getting tighter. “But you’re never going to get better okay? You’re mine alright? You know that and I know that. You’ll stay like this forever because I want you too. Right? You can do that for me baby girl~?”

“Yes of course Law!” You agree blindly with no ounce of defiance in your body.

“Good.” Law smirks lightly. His room coming into view, the same room you’ve been trapped in for two months now. But time doesn’t matter to you, you can hardly tell the days apart, everything blurs together like one long continuous life.

“You know I love you.” He says as he leads you inside locking the door behind him. “I love you too!” You gush with a happy smile turning to face him and giving him a hug. He hugs you back with a smile on his face, giving your back a gentle pet or two. Law then stares at the pieces of your brain he has in a jar on his desk he brushes some of your hair back to cover your scar and holds you close to his heart.

“Every bit of you.”

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[milaisreading]

Hi! it's me again, can I request a scenario where the manager is on a day off and visits a cafe and meets Sae's mother with him? and after getting along with each other Sae's mom told Sae to drive her home, and the paparazzi saw Sae with her hand on her waist and manager is wearing a sundress and started a new issue with her being pregnant and accepted into the family? I really loved how you wrote the misunderstandings and more rumors part. Thank you if you'd write this!

Author: At this point I might make a chapter where they are dating for real with how much of these rumors we made😭😭 thanks for the request🩷

Warnings ⚠️: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open

⚽️Blue lock belongs to: Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

"Marc! Come back here!" (Y/n) scolded as she held the redhead's hand tightly, glaring sternly at him.

"But aunty, it's so boring." The boy pouted as his free hand pulled on the girl's (f/c) dress. (Y/n) glare softened and she patted the boy's head.

"You just know I can't be mad at you, huh?"

"Yep! Because I am your favorite!" The boy nodded his head as he giggled when the man at the counter called their name.

"Our food is ready~" Marc cheered as he pulled (Y/n) along to get the food.

'He really is my favorite person.' (Y/n) agreed in her head.

"And then Itoshi scored the goal! Aunty, you really should have seem it. Nobody on PXG was ready for it! Even Itoshi #2 was left speechless." Marc talked about the last game Real Madrid and PXG had as he ate his fries, (Y/n) nodding along as she added a quick word here and there. She did watch some parts, but due to the hectic schedule in Bastard München she had, she wasn't able to watch all of it.

'It's kind of funny that he keeps calling Rin Itoshi #2."

"Really? And what was your favorite part?"

"Hmm... probably the part where Itoshi Sae scored the winning point! It was so fun-"

"Oh? Marc, (Y/n) I knew I heard someone familiar." The girl and Marc looked up, only to find Sae and a unfamiliar woman with dark green hair looking down at them.

"Ah Sae-san, you are back in Japan?" (Y/n) smiled as she got up from her seat to greet him while Marc immediately hugged the football player.

"You must be (Y/n)! I am so glad to finally meet you." The woman smiled as she moved past Sae and (Y/n) bowed.

"Yes, (L/n) (Y/n) it's nice to meet you ma'am."

"Same here, I am Sae and Rin's mom, Itoshi Minako. I heard a lot about you from my sons. Sae, she is much prettier in person, you were right." The woman smiled and looked at Sae, who had an embarrassed look while hugging Marc back.

"Mom!"

"T-thank you, ma'am. Do you want to join us, the restaurant is pretty packed today?" (Y/n) offered, trying to get over the embarrassment while pointing at the two empty seats next to her and Marc.

"You don't have to-"

"That's a nice idea, thank you." Sae's mom nudged him and then looked down at Marc.

"And you must be Marc...we heard a lot about you." The woman chuckled nervously as the other two blushed, remembering the article that came out a while ago.

"Mhm! I am a huge fan of Itoshi! He is the best!" The boy grinned as the older woman started gushing over the cuteness.

They sat at the restaurant for the next hour or so and talked about random things. Sae gave Marc some tips and tricks as a beginner and the boy in return would ask him about his job. (Y/n) and Minako would look at them from time to time, finding the interaction adorable. Minako would then move to ask (Y/n) some questions about her job and her opinions about her sons, which (Y/n) found odd, but answered them regardless.

Minako's eyes had a strange look to them, Sae noted, and he could feel like something weird would happen soon.

"Well, Marc and I need to go now."

"Do you have anyone to pick you up? It's pretty late." Sae raised an eyebrow as (Y/n) put on Marc's jacket.

"Don't worry, Sae-san. I will call a taxi, my home isn't far away-"

"No, no. Sae will drive you two home." Minako interjected, causing Sae to look at his mom oddly, but flinched as he noticed her glare at him.

"There is really no need, Itoshi-san. Besides, you need to go home too-"

"I need to finish some shopping anyways, don't worry about me. Sae, doesn't mind it either." The said boy looked at (Y/n) and gulped, nodding his head in agreement.

"A-ah thank you so much... alright then, I will just go and call my brother to inform him, come on Marc."

(Y/n) smiled as she pulled the boy away. The two Itoshis watched them keenly before Sae turned to look at his mom.

"Why did you offer me, mom?"

"Didn't you tell me you liked (Y/n)?"

"Well yes, but-"

"No but, Sae. This is your chance to spend some extra time with her! Plus I love this girl already, I can't wait till I start picking wedding dresses with her~" the woman giggled as Sae's face turned red and shook his head.

"(Y/n) doesn't like me that way-"

"But you do, now try and make her to like you back. Ahhh~ I can't wait for the possible grandchildren."

"Grandchildren?!" Sae blushed even more, but didn't protest the idea much.

Once the two said goodbye to the older Itoshi woman, Sae escorted (Y/n) and Marc to his car and drew off. (Y/n) gave him the directions to her house, the two would talk about some random things, mainly about their jobs, with the occasional interjection from Marc. Soon tho the boy fell quiet and (Y/n) looked at the backseat, smiling softly.

"Ah~ he fell asleep. I guess all that walking and eating tired him out." The girl commented as Sae nodded his head.

"So your family is in Japan?"

"Yeah! Big brother wanted to visit his mom and for her to see Marc again, and my sister-in-law always liked summers here more than in Portugal." Sae nodded his head.

"So you two share the same father?"

"Mhm! He married my mom 5 years after his divorce to bug brother's." Sae noticed a sad look on the girl's face as she mentioned her mom, but decided to say nothing and switch the topic.

"Sorry if my mom jumped this idea onto you."

"Oh no! Not at all, I am just sorry that you had to bother yourself driving us here-"

"It's not a bother. I don't mind helping you. Besides, Marc is adorable when he talks about football, he seems passionate about it, more than I was at his age at least."

"He really is. He looks up to you and Isagi a lot, actually. It's always fun when he talks about a game of yours." (Y/n) smiled as Sae nodded his head.

"You sure you don't want me to carry him?" Sae asked as he held (Y/n)'s bags while she carried the sleeping boy out of the car.

"No Sae-san, you did honestly too much by now. Thank you so much again." (Y/n) smiled as the redhead stood silently for a moment, admiring her smile. Sae was about to speak up again, but someone clearing his throat behind them interrupted him.

"Anyways Itoshi, thank you for bringing my sister and son back, have a nice evening."

The two looked at a man, a few centimeters taller than Sae as he was glaring at him.

"Big brother! You are here already, I thought you were still at your mom's house." (Y/n) raised her eyebrow as Sae glared back at him.

"We had to cut the visit short since she wanted to visit you and dad as well. Come on now, she made your favorite cake." The (h/c)-haired man said as her took the bags out of Sae's hands and waited for (Y/n) to join him.

"Thanks again, Sae-san. Have a great evening!" (Y/n) smiled and the taller nodded his head. He watched the two walk towards the house and Sae couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Great, now I have to deal with an overprotective brother..." Sae sighed as he smiled and got into his car.

"(Y/n), he is perfect for you!" The red-haired woman, Isabella said as she took her son from her.

"You two were spying?!" She asked in disbelief while looking at her dad and the woman.

"A little..."

"(Y/n)!"

"Sis!" (Y/n) and her sister-in-law looked at the father and brother, who were fuming.

"He is too old for you." The father said.

"Isn't he like 2 months or so older than (Y/n)?" The Portuguese woman questioned.

"Too old, and he looks like a punk." The brother butted in and the two females looked at each other in disbelief.

"Aahhhh!!" The next morning screams were heard through the (L/n) household as (Y/n) and her brother ran to the kitchen.

"What is it?!"

"Is someone hurt?!" They looked around frantically around the room, only to find their father pale as a ghost and Isabella.

"(Y/n), you never told me Sae proposed to you! Look! It also says you are pregnant! I will become an aunt, oh my God!" Isabella said as she showed the two this morning's newspapers, crying as (Y/n) gulped at the rage her brother was radiating.

"He touched you!"

"He didn't, I swear we are just friends!!"

"Come on honey, (Y/n) is an adult now." Isabella protested as her brother shook his head.

"She is still a baby!"

"I hate my life..." (Y/n) groaned as she saw the picture of her and Sae leaving the restaurant yesterday.

"SAE ITOSHI!" Rin and the said boy flinched as they heard their mom's yells while their father stayed silent, eating his breakfast.

"Yes mom?" The redhead asked as his mom stormed into the kitchen, holding her phone.

"I am offended, happy, hurt and excited, all because of you." His mom cried as Rin and the father looked at each other.

"What happened? I didn't do anything, I swear." Sae defended himself.

"Clealry you did. Look at this, my own son. My own flesh and blood won't tell me got engaged. And that I will be a grandma soon! Is that why you wanted me to meet (Y/n) yesterday?!" Rin spat out his drink while their father looked at Sae in disbelief. The redhead took his mom's phone and read the article she was showing him.

"Mom... (Y/n) and I aren't engaged, I swear and that meet up was an accident-"

"Really? Because you look all cozy holding her waist, Sae you fucking backstabbing brother!" Rin yelled, enraged at the picture. Sae started shouting back as their father tried to shut them up. Meanwhile their mom took her phone back and dialed a number while sobbing.

"Hello? Mom? Did you read this morning's newspaper?"

The arguments became louder as Minako continued sobbing.

"Yes, my poor baby seems to be embarrassed to admit it, but the girl is such an angel. I met her yesterday, finally we can pass the heirloom onto a girl. Oh! I already know some places where I can take her wedding dress shopping!" The woman cheered as Rin chucked a glass at Sae, who dodged it.

"Are you out of your mind, Rin?!" Their father yelled.

"Ahh~ no, Rinnie is just excited to be getting a sister-in-law AND a nephew or niece, he just doesn't know how to express it."

#blue lock anime #bllk x reader #bllk #blue lock x reader #blue lock manga #blue lock requests #sae itoshi #itoshi sae x reader #rin itoshi #i have no clue what i wrote

[izfims]

sugarcoat — chapter fourteen

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I’M SORRY!

“we’re just going to get a few more clips of you guys together along the river, then you can have your alone time,” the producer says, “i bet you’ve been waiting for this all day as a fan.”

“i’m not a fa—“ you’re interrupted when you feel a pinch to your arm. you let out a small wince that’s masked by karina’s laugh.

“i’ve also been waiting for this!” karina says, none of the staff detecting her facade but yourself, “come on yn-ssi, let’s go.”

around thirty minutes later of the two of you walking along the river mindlessly, giving each other somewhat fake smiles and pats on the shoulder, the producer finally lets the two of you off the hook. your mic packs are taken off of you and you see karina’s manager give her a look before the rest of the staff go off to a nearby pocha.

then there was the awkward silence.

after spending the entire day together, this was the only time you guys were alone with each other. you follow karina further down the river until you reach a remote area, the two of you coming to an unspoken consensus of sitting on the grass.

you watch as a variety people pass you by as they enjoy the view of the river at night. it was peaceful, serene. you look to your left and see many couples on their picnic mats, laying together with lovesick smiles on their faces.

you can sense karina beside you, fidgeting with her hands. you know she wants to say something. “so,” you start, breaking the silence, “what do you like about being an idol?”

“why don’t you like me?”

she completely disregards your question, and you see her frown as she makes eye contact with you. you’re caught off guard by her sudden confrontation, and all you can do is blink at her. when you don’t answer, she continues to talk.

“i usually don’t care if someone likes me or not, so i don’t know what it is about you that is making me try so hard,” she rambles, running a hand through her hair frustratingly.

you sigh, “it’s not on you, karina-ssi.”

“like you won’t even be casual with me!”

you can see tears threatening to spill from her eyes as you watch her carefully. when she notices your gaze on her, she looks away, blinking away the tears ferociously. “it’s just the wind,” she claims, using her sleeve to wipe away any tears that managed to fall.

“there’s no wind tonight, jimin,” you put a slight emphasis on the last word, and her eyes widen in surprise when you’re finally casual with her.

“you know my real name?” she asks.

you nod, pulling your lips into a thin line as you avert your attention over to the river. there were a few boats drifting by, and the skyline was prettier than usual. “i asked my little sister to give me a rundown on you before i came today,” you admit, “she’s a really big fan.”

“yeah, i know,” she lets out a small cough to ease the awkwardness beginning to fill the air, “you’re only here because she signed you up.”

you look at her confusedly once more, “wait, how do you know that?”

“my friend might’ve stalked your account,” she avoids making eye contact with you as you let out your first laugh of the entire day. she can feel herself biting back a smile as she glanced over at you throwing your head back with a grin. it sounded like music to her ears.

“are you sure it wasn’t you that stalked me?”

“i only scrolled down a couple of tweets,” she says, throwing her hands up in surrender, “but stop changing the topic.. why don’t you like me?”

you shrug, settling your hands on your knees, “i don’t know.”

an incredulous expression stretches across her face, “what do you mean ‘you don’t know?’”

“i’m just not a fan of idols, or of anyone in general,” you say nonchalantly, “also you punched someone and that kind of rubbed me the wrong way.”

jimin lets out an exasperated groan, “can you stop mentioning that? you don’t think i know i punched someone? i have the entire media reminding me everyday and i don’t need another person to do so.”

“sorry but that wasn’t the greatest first impression i have of you.”

“yeah, i didn’t have the greatest first impression of you either.”

the two of you are engulfed in another wave of silence as you sit there. the tension was so high that not even a knife could cut through it.

“i only punched him because he basically told me the media only loved me for of my body and that my parents should be disappointed,” she utters quietly, and you feel rush of guilt course through you.

there it was.

the moment your friends knew was coming.

“i’m sorry,” you answer, but she doesn’t even acknowledge your apology. (—and wow, you really wanted to beat yourself up after this one. )

when she doesn’t reply, you sigh as you continue, “i’m sorry for judging you based on one thing, and i’m sorry for making today such a drag for you when you were just trying to do your job.”

you start to feel uncomfortable as you clasp your hands together, seeing the girl deep in thought beside you — you always hated talking about feelings, whether it was concerning yours or someone else’s.

“i know it doesn’t seem like it, but i had fun today. you’re not who i thought you were,” you push yourself to say — you don’t know what possessed you to do so, but you just hated seeing jimin so… given up, “everyone loves you because you’re an amazing person, and i’m glad i was able to experience your personality firsthand.”

“you’re only saying all of this because you feel bad,” she scoffs.

“yeah, i am,” you straightforwardly say, causing her to be off guard for a second, “but i’m also saying it because i mean it. this is me pushing my pride to the side to admit that you’re not a bad person.”

she scans your face, making sure that you weren’t lying about your words. when she sees the soft crease of your brows and the way you’re nervously biting your lip waiting for her reply, her stoic facade falls.

and she does the one thing you weren’t expecting.

she reaches over and hugs you tightly, nudging her head into the crook of your neck and it fits perfectly almost like a puzzle piece. you’re frozen for a second as your hands hesitate as to where you should place them, your cheeks flushing with a bright red. but when you realize that the idol wasn’t going to move any time soon, you place your hands on her back gently, finally letting yourself enjoy her presence.

“get the camera!” you hear the producer say behind you hurriedly as the staff move around in a panicked manner, “get the damn camera!”

a/n IT HAPPENED IT FINALLY HAPPENED

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[moodywyrm]

bookish lil crush

college au! Abby Anderson x bookworm! reader

she is occupying my every thought I want her so bad but here!!! a lil series of thoughts I had about abby bc she is so cute I wanna hold her hand. occasionally nsfw/suggestive at times so MDNI pls go away u can’t be here I'll block u 

also listened to do I make you nervous by dreamer isioma while writing this! I am also!!! so down to talk about these books and other books pls talk to me about books in my asks I love reading so so much and so does abby! or talk about college abby bc she is rotting my brain away 

wc: 1.7k im sorry idk how

Thinking so much about Abby developing the most debilitating crush on the cute girl in her class who is always early and always reading

Like one day she decides to show up to class earlier than usual, bc she usually gets there like 5min before class starts and gets stuck with weird seats or super packed aisles that had the only seat open and it really sucks

So out of spite she just starts showing up unreasonably early (1hr before class) to make sure she gets a good seat and low and behold there is no class in that room before her english class (bc I firmly believe she would do an english minor and like maybe kinesiology? I have not put too too much thought to her major but i would love to hear opinions!), so she gets her pick of the entire room!

She nestles into the third row bc it’s the perfect spot! Not too far back to be easily distracted but not immediately in front of the professor. I think she’d pick an end seat, but the ones next to the wall and not the aisle bc she knows she’s a bigger girl and she doesn’t want to make people like crawl over her to get a seat and she’s always super aware of how much space she takes up anyways

There she is! In her lil seat! An hour before class just hanging out! She’s checking her laptop and her phone and getting her note-taking situation set up and god she is so regretting not bringing like a book or something bc this is a lot of free time and it would be perfect for reading and then!!

Like fifteen minutes later you show up and she doesn’t really notice until you sit in the same row as her, a few seats down

She looks over and she is f l o o r e d bc who is this cutie??? Have you always been in her class??? How did she not know??? She thinks ur so cute in ur lil outfit, how much shorter you look compared to her, even in the seat, ur headphones in and ur music barely audible and she’s just staring at this point and oh god oh no you notice and now she wants to crawl into a hole and decay 

You, unbeknownst to her, are completely Awestruck by this absolute goddess of a woman who is suddenly sitting in your row and thank god she didn’t take Your seat that you have been sitting in since the class began and oh god ur not gonna change seats now so you have to sit next to her

So you act Natural and pull out your stuff as you usually would, including your current read!! Last Night at the Telegraph Club by Malinda Lo!! Very good very gay and oh my god you hope the mystery girl sees the girls on the cover and gets the hint and you hope that she also likes girls bc wowowowow!!! She’s even prettier the closer you are to her!! And she looks so strong!!! Her arms so big and now ur head is spinning bc she could probably pick you up and mandhandle you and do whatever she wanted and now ur completely off track bc she is just so pretty

And she is staring at you!! So you panic a little bit and send her a lil smile and wave and her heart damn near stops because One she got caught Two ur so fucking cute so she Composes herself and waves back and then

Just turns back to her laptop

Like a coward. Bc u are so cute and she wants to talk to u so bad so Obviously she can’t bc she can and will make a bigger fool of herself than she already did

n this makes you sad bc duh, she’s so cute u thought she was gonna say something but no :( so you just start reading ur book and u get so into it that u don’t notice that abby keeps looking over at u! And she thinks ur so cute! Bc ur so focused and there’s this lil crease between ur brows from how hard ur focusing on this book and oops now she’s trying to look at the cover without u noticing and oops now she’s typing it into her browser and would u look at that! It’s in stock at her favorite bookstore! so now she knows what she’s doing after class instead of homework!

so u two sit and u read and she watches and floats aimlessly on the internet and then class proceeds as usual and abby feels so much better in this seat! She can actually hear and see without being stuck with ppl who talk during class or are super distracting on their laptops bc ur the closest to her and ur a diligent little notetaker! truly the best idea she’s ever had good job abby :)

Immediately after class she hauls ass to the bookstore and picks up the book u were reading (and maybe two more ok she has little self control in here it’s fine her dad is a neurosurgeon) and she starts reading it that day and omg!! She loves it!!! She reads like half of it in one day and forgets to do her homework and oh shit okay she has to bust out two discussion posts before midnight and now she’s panicking but it’s fine she’s got this!

the next time she has that class, she brings the book with her to read beforehand and u show up! But with a different book :( she’s so sad she wanted to talk to u about this one but u probably already finished it! So, of course, she pulls out her phone and writes down the book ur reading now, In A Lonely Place by Dorothy B. Hughes

she is both kinda shocked that it’s so different, some old crime novel but it sounds interesting so after class she runs back to the bookstore to get it and it’s there!! She didn’t even bother to check if it was in stock but it was! obvs the universe wants yall to have this connection so ofc she buys it and starts reading it the next week bc school caught up to her and it took a second to finish the first book :(

so she’s so excited when she shows up to class that week with the book, which she hasn’t started yet! And then u show up! And omg she might cry bc u have another book again :( ur just so fast she cannot keep up but she is gonna keep trying!

another two weeks pass with another two books and by now ur starting to notice that she always seems to be reading the last book u read and u don’t know if it’s intentional but if it is that is so sexy of her and u will hold her hand about it

so u decide to test it! u slow down on ur reading speed for the next book and u intentionally pick a less popular one (???)  bc at that point what are the odds it isn’t intentional? So u show up with When the Moon Was Ours by Anna-Marie McLemore for the next three classes and sure enough! By the second class she has it and she’s reading it and so are u and ur both so excited about it!!

Abby is like ninety percent sure she’s been found out but her suspicions are confirmed when u turn to talk to her, voice low even though ur like the only people in the classroom bc class doesn’t start for another forty minutes, and u ask her how she likes it, especially compared to the rest of the books and she just turns Bright Red

She’s so cute and blushy and tripping over her sentences when she tells u she really likes it even though she just started it and by god she thinks she’s gonna melt into a puddle of pure sapphic when u giggle and smile at her and tell her ur glad!! Bc it’s one of ur favorite books!!

n y’all start talking about the books you’ve been reading and ur both so into it that u completely give up on reading before class today! Not when this absolute sweetheart of a girl is reading the book u read!! For u!! Bc abby straight up tells u she wanted to talk to u but didn’t know how so she just started reading all the books u read bc that makes sense?? I mean it worked so yeah!! Makes sense!!

u scoot into the seat right next to her, abandoning ur old seat :( but for a much better one bc omg she smells so good u wanna bite her or kiss her or sit in her lap and snuggle into her :( and abby is freaking out bc u also smell good and ur so pretty she wants to hug u and kiss u and make u cre-

Anyways eventually class starts :( which sucks so bad but ur right next to her and she maybe finds it a lil bit harder to focus but it’s fine!! She gets through it and at the end of class, she builds up the courage (tbh she wasn’t really listening to the last ten minutes bc she was so Anxious) to ask u for ur number!!! Which u give her ofc, and right before u leave u nearly make her heart pop out of her chest

As u pull on ur bag, u turn to her and say that you’ll text her to set up ur lil bookclub :( maybe you can go get coffee to talk about it :) and by god that is close enough to a date for abby that she just nods dumbly and smiles and watches as you leave, a lil smile on ur face that makes her want to pull u back and kiss u silly!!

She knows then and there that she has to make u her gf or she’ll literally wither away (ofc she succeeds!! She’s abby!!!)

Anyways yeah thinking of her debilitating crush i luv her

#abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby tlou #abby x reader #Abby Anderson fluff #Abby Anderson suggestive #tlou fic #tlou fanfic #tlou abby x reader #abby anderson headcanons #tlou headcanons #mdni

[haunted-headset]

There's Pretty Ways to Turn Me Down

summary: He's fallen out of love with you.

word count: 569

tags: @zuuriell @somebody-v @vibestillaxxx @ax-y10 @joviepog@themonsterunderurmom @ogelizasoot @wilburstan@smolsleepykitten@funnyreally2009@crows-death@dykepunz@aresriiots@0miamor0@defonotval@chipch0p@mazzistar16@unmellowyellowfellow@justalittlebitofchaos@thosecolorfulsheets@vopix@taylors-version-from-the-vault@aine-lasagna@merianakross@veeislost@urfav-sapphic-siren@shazbaz58-blog @wifiatthetrainstation@mcr-pr-fob@shd454@universe-friday@rqvii@idioticion@m0thza@artistphantom @ace-call-me-what-youd-like (let me know if u don't or do wanna be tagged!!)

cw: a lot of angst, crying, breakup, cheating, arguing, cursing

a/n: It's angsty time!! I may or may not have cried while writing this!! Also, here's a playlist to listen to when reading this:

You had begun to suspect that he had fallen out of love with you. Over the past few months, the "sunshine"s, "darling"s, "my love"s, "my sun, moon, & stars"s, & "doodlebug"s had turned into "babe"s & "baby girl"s, & those had turned into a shortened version of your name, & then that had turned to just Y/N. He had stopped postponing his editing to make time with you, & he had stopped leaving studio time with the band to cuddle you. He hardly cuddled you at all anymore. You were lucky to get a long hug. You just prayed that he wouldn't leave you.

You didn't expect him to cheat on you.

"How could you?!" you yelled. "After everything we had together, why did it have to be her?!"

Wilbur stayed silent. & his silence was deafening.

"Say something, for fuck's sake!" you shouted, despite the catch in your throat & the tears running down your cheeks that occasionally got into your mouth. "I mean, we both know you're not in love with me anymore, but there are prettier ways to turn me down!"

Wilbur's eyes widened. Those widened eyes, the eyes you still loved gazing into, were filled with tears.

"You...you know?" Wilbur whispered. "You know that I--"

"Yeah," you cut him off as you fought back a sob. "I know."

"Y/N, I am so, so sorry," he said, a catch developing in his throat. "I tried so hard to stay in love with you, I tried to force myself to love you, but..." He paused to let out a small sob. "I can't. I can't anymore."

"It's okay," you whispered through a cry.

"No, it's not okay," he snapped. "I-I promised you that I would never leave you, that I would never stop loving you, that I would marry you one day, & I broke that. I broke the promise, Y/N." Wilbur pointed at the promise ring on his finger. "I got the rings specifically for that promise, & I..." He was cut off by a sob.

"Wilbur, I need you to tell me something, okay?" you said, trying your hardest not to scream or cry or throw something into the wall out of anger. You knew this was going to happen. You just weren't prepared for it. Wilbur nodded.

"Do you love her?" you asked.

He paused before slowly nodding.

You smiled sadly. "Then go be with her. I'll be okay. & we can still be friends, right?"

Wilbur nodded again. "Yeah. Yeah, we can still be friends. I don't want to lose you." He put a hand on your shoulder. You wanted to move it away so badly, but you let the pain that came with his touch continue. "& I'll always be one phone call away, okay? & maybe--maybe we'll fall in love again." He smiled & said through a small cry, "Maybe we can be happy together again. Eventually."

You nodded & resisted the urge to hug him. "Now, go fall in love with her. Make her happy, okay? I'll pack your things & you can pick them up tomorrow."

Wilbur nodded & kissed your forehead, which unleashed a tsunami of tears from you. He put his shoes on, grabbed his coat & phone, & hesitated before grabbing his key to your apartment. & then he was gone.

& your world was crushed as soon as he closed the door.

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[xxforestfairyxx]

Indiana Snow

an: We've just had our first snow of winter and everything looks so pretty! In honor of the first snow, here's a winter Eddie one-shot, a product of my boredom! Hope you enjoy it! (NOT related to 'The time before')

blurb: Andrea Emerson is back from college, but not even a week into her winter break, Hawkins receives a freak blizzard. Her brother, Gareth, has recently suffered an injury and calls in his bandmate to aid Andrea.

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The snow was coming down in small, sticky clumps when I woke up on a chilly morning in the middle of December. I could feel the blistering cold through my socks as I walked down the creaky stairs, trying my hardest to not wake the rest of the house up. I made my way into the frightfully cold kitchen, where a note taped to the fridge caught my eye.

Wanted to get out before the snow started. There are sandwich materials in the pantry. Josie's food is in the fridge. Love, Mom

Right on cue, I could hear my sister's tiny footsteps padding down the stairs. She came around the corner into the kitchen, her hair sticking out in every direction while she rubbed her eyes. "Hi, bubby," I said, picking her up and kissing her on the cheek. She was only two but had recently figured out how to climb out of the crib. "Hi, Andy," She sighed and laid her head on my shoulder sleepily.

Josie and I spent the rest of the morning making breakfast and coffee while watching the snow out the window.

Eventually, Gareth came downstairs, befuddled by sleep, and had breakfast. He glanced out the window, immediately refusing to shovel any snow. He sprained his ankle a week ago anyway, so I wasn't planning on him doing much. "I will take Josie out to play, though," he exclaimed, his statement punctuated by an excited squeal from Josie. I sighed heavily, marching to get my boots and coat on.

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What a great way to start winter break. Not even three days back from college, and already freezing my butt off while shoveling snow. I wasn't making any good progress either, barely getting the steps clear enough to get out of the house without falling over.

About half an hour into shoveling, I heard a voice behind me. "Hey, stranger." I turned to see Eddie, clad in a winter jacket, holding a snow shovel. The snow whipped around us, leaving snowflakes in his hair, which was held back in a ponytail. He looks like an angel, I thought. The idea bounced around in my mind briefly before I banished it. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "I came to help," He said, motioning to the shovel.

"You guys sure did get a lot more snow than we did at the trailer park. That probably has to do with how many cars drive up and down those roads. It's so much... prettier here." He said, looking out in our yard. Our house was nothing to look out for, nothing notable. It was small, with barely enough space for all of us. I made a slight noise of agreement before getting back to shoveling, Eddie following close behind. "Jesus, this snow is packed. I think what you need for Christmas is a snowblower," he exclaimed. I laughed mildly, watching a grin break out across his face.

"Can I ask you something?" I said, heaving snow to the left of me. "Shoot," He replied. "Were you actually 'In the neighborhood' and just happened upon me?" I asked. He let a few moments pass before heaving out a long sigh. "Not really," He finally answered. "Your brother called me." Bingo. "Oh." Even I could hear the disappointment bubbling in my voice. I'm gonna kill that brat.

"But I'm happy to do it. What other day do I get to spend with a college girl?" He grinned at me. "Shut up," I said, trying not to let him see me smile at such a stupid joke. "Well, tell me about it. How is college going?" He asked. I sighed. "It's good. I like it; it's just so... much. The schedule is really intense." I explained. "Geez. Sounds rough," he said. I was also tempted to ask him about school, but I knew there wouldn't be much to say. I could tell he took a hit on his self-esteem each time he had to repeat senior year.

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"Well, it looks like we're about done here," I said. After almost two hours in the snow, we had finally cleared the driveway and the sidewalk. He held his hand up for a high five, which I missed by about a mile. We both let out awkward laughter, eye contact slipping away. There was another minute of awkward silence. "Hey, I think we've got some hot chocolate inside," I suggested in a singsongy tone. "Hell yeah. I'm freezing my balls off," he said, letting out a chuckle of laughter. I walked past him, smiling, and let us into the house.

We shed our coats, boots, and scarves by the front door and entered the kitchen. Eddie followed me as I went through the cabinets, grabbing various supplies. Josie came running over, and I picked her up, cradling her in my arm while the other stirred cocoa powder into a few mugs. "Josie, you remember Eddie," I said, turning her to face Eddie, leaning against the counter next to me. He waved to her. "Can you say 'Hi'?" I prompted. She waited a few minutes while smiling at him and then said a slow 'hi.' He shot her a grin and returned the greeting. She giggled and hid her face in my neck. Me too, girl. Me too.

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The following afternoon was very calm, with Eddie and Gareth escaping to the basement to practice a little one-on-one. We drank our hot chocolate at the kitchen table, laughing the whole time as Eddie or Gareth cracked a joke.

"Why in God's name would you call Eddie, of all people?" I asked while shutting the door behind the cold. "Well... um.... I thought he would be the most willing?" He said, scratching his head. "And why is that?" I asked, crossing my arms in front of my chest. "Because the guy loves you! I mean, do you really not see it?" He exclaimed. I scoffed. "Come on. Is there any other guy in this town who would subject himself to a day of manual labor just so he could spend time with you? He was practically begging me to give him an in like this." My heart thumped in my chest, and I could feel my cheeks blooming with heat. "Shut up. He does not," I said, walking down the hallway back into the kitchen. "Seriously. He doesn't shut up about it. It's a little weird, sometimes, to hear the kind of shit he says about my sister," He said. I focused on doing the dishes, pretending not to hear him. He sighed and finally gave up, walking down the hallway.

My mind continued to race in all different directions. He likes me? How is that even possible? I mean, we never even talked to each other, even though he was best friends with my brother, and we were originally supposed to be in the same year. It was all just... weird. Besides, I've been away at college for the past year! Sure, he was cute in high school and possibly even cuter now, but why would he ever have feelings for me?

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#stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things headcanons #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson oneshot

[din-miller]

Leaf Pressing

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Summary: Comfortember day three: leaves changing

Warning: Getting together, set in Jackson, fluff, first kiss, darlin’, all knowledge about leaf pressing comes from online

A/N: joel looks so gooood in this gif, like damnnn boy. This is kinda rushed and I haven’t written for Joel in a hot minute and I didn’t find out until yesterday about Comfortember so I’m trying to catch up. And yes darlin’ is it’s own warning because FUCK it hits the spot every time. Divider by @saradika

It was kinda a spur-of-the-moment decision. You had seen the changing of the trees, the ground litter with fresh falling leaves and you suddenly had an idea. Something you hadn’t done in ages.

You started by collecting all the leaves that weren’t already curling in on themselves, picking out the prettier ones, setting them on the porch step before racing to the mess hall.

There’s this giddy feeling inside you, one that is rare these days, but it’s freeing and you can’t stop smiling.

You probably look like you’ve officially gone insane as you burst into the mess hall, not acknowledging anyone as you make a bee line straight into the kitchen.

“I need wax paper.” You announced to the poor unexpecting kitchen staff and they all stared at you in bewilderment. Talk of the town you’ll be this week.

The head Chef looked at the staff, “Well don’t just stand there, get this lady some wax paper!”

As the kitchen staff scrambled to find the box of wax paper, you smiled at the chef, “Thanks Donny. I only need a little bit.”

He waved you off, his blue eyes bright as he smiled, “Take all ya need, and here,” He placed a bag of treats in your hand, “Give my love to your Joel and Ellie.”

You blushed, of course everyone in town knows of your obvious crush on Joel and the way you’ve taken to caring for the snippy teenager like she’s your own family.

With the supplies you came for, plus the snacks, you headed back to your place. Once there you stared down at the leaves for a minute wondering how you’re going to proceed.

There's an option, probably the best one. In all of Jackson only one house has the perfect setup for your craft. The only problem is that Joel’s not home and even though he has told you multiple times that his door is always open, any time of day, it doesn't matter if he’s home or not; you still feel like it’s trespassing.

You sighed, standing here doing nothing isn’t going to get the leaves pressed. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you’re packing everything up and walking down the street to Joel’s. His door is locked but you have your own set of keys to his place.

Entering, you take off your shoes and set them neatly on the shoe rack by the door and as you pass the dining area you set the bag of goodies you got from Chef Donny onto the table. It’ll be a nice surprise for Joel and Ellie when they get home.

You entered his workshop area and placed the materials you needed down on the table. Next you searched the closet for an iron board and the matching iron. You know Joel owns them; no one’s shirts can be that wrinkled free. Apocalypse or not.

Now with the board and iron, you started organising all the craft materials and kicked open the iron board stands, placing the board beside the workshop table.

The house is quiet without Joel and Ellie. Though you’re sure if you strained your ears enough you might be able to hear the pitter-patter of Ellie’s stray cat she took in a few months back.

Suddenly there’s a noise behind you, someone clearing their throat and you whip around to find Joel leaning against the doorway; shoulder pressed against the frame and one leg crossed over the other in an unfairly attractive way.

He’s chewing on the snack you left on the table, “Gotta say, darlin’, I wasn’t expecting to see you here. Leaves a man wondering how often a pretty girl is alone in his house with him not knowing.”

“This is the first time, I promise!” You rushed out, not wanting to make Joel mad or upset.

“Hey, I ain’t mad. I meant what I said before. Doors open twenty-four seven. Whether it be for food, company, or apparently arts and crafts. Whatever it is, this house is yours too.” He said in honesty before pressing his lips together.

“What's wrong?” You frowned, trying to read his expression, “You got a look in your eyes I’ve never seen before.”

“When I saw your shoes I panicked. I thought something had happened and I wasn’t there for you. Then I find you up here humming along to some old tune, completely safe and I-,” Joel shook his head with a sigh and pushed himself off the doorframe, “I guess I forgot how simple life can be sometimes.”

It’s an easy thing to forget. The world hasn’t been simple for decades, but here, right now it is. For you, for him. You sent him an understanding nod and asked: “You want to help?”

Joel looked at your pile of supplies, “Leaf pressing?”

You held a leaf up for him to see, “I found these leaves this morning and remembered how I used to love doing arts and crafts,” You shrugged, turning back to face the workbench, “Like you said; the simple things in life.”

He came over to get a better look, his body hovering over your shoulder, breath hot against your neck and you can’t suppress the shiver that ran down your spine.

“Good haul.” Joel commented and picked up one of the bigger ones, “I can leave you to it if you want. I don’t mind.”

“No,” You said a little too fast, causing you to blush, “I mean, I don't mind, seriously. I like having you here. You’re, um, good company.”

“Just good?” He teased, setting down the leaf and closing the space between you to rest his head down on your shoulder, hands wrapping around your front.

You sucked in a sharp breath, body involuntarily relaxing against him, “Ego stroking isn’t a good look on you Miller.”

He chuckled against your neck, leaving goosebumps to break out across your skin. He didn’t reply; instead he watched as you sorted through the pile of leaves until you found your favourite ones, then asked him to pick out four from the pile, narrowing down the options. If he was surprised by your ask, it didn’t show.

With the best four leaves picked you placed them onto the sheet of wax paper on the board and then added the other half of wax paper overtop.

“Pass me the iron, make sure it’s on medium heat please.”

Without separating from your back Joel stretched out and grabbed the irons handle and passed it to you. You did the next part in comfortable silence while Joel’s thumbs rubbed circles just over your belly button, slightly wrinkling your shirt.

Leaves pressed together, you turned to him.

“Now what?” He asked, hands finding a new spot to rest, just above the band of your pants.

Your eyes flickered down to his plush lips as you replied: “We, ah, have to wait for the paper to cool off.”

Joel hummed, closing the distance between you slowly, “Then?”

“We choose to either cut out the leaves individually or keep them as is, all together.”

“We?” He raised a brow, eyes twinkling as his forehead finally touched yours.

“Yeah, we.” You breathed, breath tickling his lips and you rubbed your nose against Joel’s before closing the remaining gap to capture his lips in yours, earning an appreciated groan from the man.

#joel miller x female reader #joel miller x reader #the last of us #the last of us fic #getting together #jackson setting #justice joy writes #comfortember

[yourforeverokay]

What happens in Vegas doesn't stay in Vegas (Elvis Presley x Reader) p.1

word count: 1,4k

warnings: a few curse words, drinking

summary: It was your husband's 30th birthday. You tried to be a good wife for him, so you bought tickets to Elvis' much wanted Las Vegas concert at the International hotel. The evening doesn't go the way you planned it though. What happens when you get ditched and catch Elvis' eye?

a/n: Hey everyone! I'm starting a series!! but I'll still continue making those short imagines of Elvis. I hope you guys liked this and please leave me some requests, if you have any. I would be happy to write something that you would want me to! Thank you all <3

"Happy birthday darling!" you yelled in excitement after handing John, your husband, your gift. It was in a tiny red envelope which made your husband raise his eyebrow. He thanked you with a half-hearted kiss and took the envelope from your hands. He opened it slowly with confusion plastered all over his face. He then took out a small brown piece of paper. He turned it around and noticed the name "Elvis" written in big letters and the number 17 on it. "Honey is this what I think it is?" his eyes grew wide. "YES! I finally got my hands on these bad boys." you laughed. John embraced you and lifted you off the ground. "Thank you, thank you and THANK YOU." he said while spinning you around. You were so happy that he liked the gift. He hasn't looked this happy ever, not even on your wedding day.

-

It was the 3rd day of June, and you were getting ready for the show in your hotel room. You had booked a room for a few days and while it was expensive, it was so worth it. Comfortable bed filled with a mountain of pillows, delicious breakfast and amazing view out of your window that shows Las Vegas in its all glory. You were not happy with one thing though. Your husband had brought 3 of his friends with him so he could "have the best experience possible" of Vegas. That meant getting drunk daily while wasting thousands on those cursed games. You wanted this to be the time dedicated for only the two of you. He had been working over-time every day and night so was it wrong for you to wish to spend some alone time with your own husband?

The door opened and you looked over your shoulder to see all 4 men stumbling through the door, already tipsy. "And did you see those fucking ti- Oh look who's here getting all dolled up for me." John walked over to you and caressed your shoulder. "You smell of whiskey." you said while continuing to apply mascara. "Well, is that a crime?" he cupped your face and you almost poked yourself in the eye. He turned you to face him and gave you a wet kiss which you did not enjoy. All of his friends started to laugh in the background. "Stop it." "Don't be like this sweetie. You know you want me. Why else would you cover your face with all this crap? It doesn't make you any prettier." Laugh erupted again behind him. Why was he acting like this? "The show is starting soon so we're going to go get some drinks before the King steps on stage. Don't take forever." John kissed your lips again and gave your cheek a pat. Frown made its way on to your face and a teardrop almost fell to your cheek but you had to keep it in so you wouldn't ruin your makeup. You looked at your own reflection on the mirror and you tried to smile to make things better. To make yourself forget what had just happened. To make yourself happier.

You finished your makeup and hair which was higher than usual. You wanted to look your best so maybe, just maybe, Elvis could notice you. Your seats were quite close to the stage, so it was possible. You laughed at the thought of that happening. You changed your clothes and put on a beautiful dress that you had bought for this occasion. It was sparkly and short with sleeves. You also wore your favorite knee-high boots. You checked that you had your tickets and a wallet with you and left the room with excitement boiling in you.

-

The hotel was packed with stylish, rich people that we're all going to different places in a hurry. Some were going to the bar to get drinks for the show, some were trying to find the closest bathroom, and some were just chatting with their people. You were trying to make your way to the showroom, but you accidentally pumped into someone. "I'm so sorry. It's so hard to make your way out of this pla-" your sentence was cut short when you noticed who you had pumped into. You recognized the man immediately...Jerry Schilling. "Don't worry about it. I hope you enjoy the show." he said to you quickly while walking past you. You saw him go through a door and closing it as fast as he opened it. Nobody had noticed the incident.

Finally, you found your way to your seat and surprisingly the table was empty. You glanced at your watch. It was 20:45 and your husband and his friends were nowhere to be seen. The show was starting in 15 minutes and the room was beginning to fill up. People were coming in from all the doors and still no husband. You sat down and tapped your finger anxiously on your thigh. 10 minutes pass and still no one. You considered leaving the room to check the bar if they might still be drinking but the lights closing stopped you. You glanced towards the main entrance while the golden curtains opened revealing all the musicians ready in their places. See See Rider starts playing. Still no husband. You decided that you were going to enjoy the concert even though he wasn't here. You spent all this time and money for this, so you had the right to enjoy the night to your fullest. A loud scream took you off your thoughts and suddenly the crowd was going crazy.

There he was. Elvis Presley in his white suit looking illegally good. His black hair was slicked back, and his blue eyes were shining bright. He looked at the crowd in awe and you couldn't stop looking at him. Everyone including you were mesmerized by his presence. "How are yall doing tonight?" he said smiling while putting his guitar around his waist. The crowd went crazy once again. In just seconds, your husband was out of your thoughts.

30 minutes had passed, and you were enjoying your time until something happened that almost made you choke on your own saliva. "Whatchu doing here all by yourself, pretty lady?" Elvis said while pointing his index finger at you. He had just finished singing The Wonder of You. All the lights and people's heads turned to you. "Me?" you pointed at yourself, almost being unable to answer. He nodded. "Well, my husband and his friends ditched me, but I couldn't help missing out this concert." you yelled so he could hear you. "Well, come here then." Elvis put his hand out for you. You stood up from your seat, knees shaking, and walked over to him. Elvis kneeled down to your level and embraced you. "Darling don't be blue and worry about him, I'll make it up for you, just wait." he put his microphone away from his face and whispered into your ear which gave you goose bumps. Elvis gave your cheek a peck and smiled at you. It looked genuine. You were too shocked to answer so you nodded and walked back to your seat, knees still weak. For the rest of the concert, you thought he was just playing around and not being serious but suddenly you felt a tap on your shoulder. It was Jerry, and once again your eyes grew wide. "Hey, Elvis would like for you to join him at the backstage after the concert ends. We have to leave now before people notice though." Jerry said to you while offering his hand. You thought for a moment because you were worried that your husband would get mad at you but before saying anything you grabbed Jerry's hand and left the room with him. Before going through the door that was placed at the very back of the room near the entrance, you glanced at the stage and noticed Elvis watching the two of you. He gave you a small wink which made you blush. You stepped through the door and Jerry closed it behind him.

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[salamandergoo]

@strangerthingswritersguild Prompt: “I can’t lose you”

Carol hit the brakes a little harder than necessary as she pulled up to the Harrington house.  It looked the same way it always did, imposing and empty.  Tommy hissed a curse as he jerked forward.  "Jesus, Care."

"Don't be a wuss."  She reached over to grab her purse from the floor by his feet.  "Come on, you've been dragging your feet all day, it's time to talk to him."

"He's a dick, we don't have to talk to him!"

"He was my friend first and I say we do.  You've been pouting and I miss him."  She hopped out and smoothed down her sweater, hands on her hips as she waited for him to make his way around the truck.  "Come on!"

"I'm coming, fuck."  He was pouting.  Carol rolled her eyes and walked past the familiar BMW and up to the front door.  She knocked firmly three times and waited.  "He's not here, let's go."

She huffed and reached to grab Tommy's arm.  "Give it a second.  God, you're impatient."

She wanted to turn tail and run too.  She'd been best friends with Steve since first grade, when he'd been the quiet kid in the back of the room.  His hair had always been so pretty, she'd thought it was prettier than hers.  She'd started sitting next to him, and they'd been inseparable ever since.  Tommy had come around a year later, and then the three of them were always together.  Until this last week after the creep Byers had knocked Steve around and fucked something up.

She crossed her arms over her chest and rocked on her heels a few times, head jerking up when the door opened.  "You look like shit," Tommy said, voice softer than he usually let it get.

And Steve did kind of look like shit.  His bruises were mostly yellow now, and she could see where he'd been picking the scabs on his lip and nose.  And the bags under his eyes were dark.  She knew he'd use concealer over them when they got bad, when his dad was home for extended periods of time mostly, but she knew his parents weren't due home for another couple weeks at least.  Steve stared at them for a long moment before started to close the door.

"Hey!"  She jerked out her arm and tried to catch the door, hissing when it crushed her fingers against the door frame.  "Ow, fuck!"

The door flew back open, Steve reaching out to cradle her hand in his.  "Shit, I'm so sorry Carrie..."

"It's fine, It's fine."  She grimaced.  It wasn't broken, she'd broken enough fingers and toes as a cheerleader to know that, but it hurt.  "Can I get some ice for this?"

"Yeah, come on."  He glanced at Tommy warily before turning and leading them inside.  They'd been here enough times that she could probably navigate the house blind.  Steve kept it uncluttered enough that she wouldn't even trip.

She took off her shoes at the door, more on instinct than anything else, Tommy copying her.  It was quiet in the house.  They'd usually be laughing or yelling over each other or watching a movie, filling the space with noise.  It felt unsettling.  All the curtains were drawn, making it feel later than late afternoon.  She perched herself on the counter and held out a hand to take the ice pack Steve offered.  She pressed it against her hand and when it was quiet for too long, when it felt like she could hear the throbbing ache in her hand, she jerked out a leg to kick Tommy.  "He has something to say."

"I do?"  He squinted at her and yelped when she kicked him harder.  "Ow, Jesus, okay."  He looked at Steve with the same sour expression he'd been wearing all week.  "I'm sorry.  I'm sorry, okay?  Can we just go back to normal?"

Steve let out a sharp little laugh.  "Go back to normal?  No!  Nothing is normal anymore, man.  We can't just go back to what we were."

"What's that mean?"  Carol frowned, studying him.  "Steve, did something happen?  Is it creepy Byers?"

"No, it's not- Jonathan didn't do anything, okay?"  He grimaced.  "The pictures were creepy, but Nancy forgave him, and like, they were of her, not me, so I guess it's fine."  He crossed his arms in the way that looked like he was hugging himself instead of being angry.  "It want anything he did."

"He beat you up!"  Tommy threw his arms wide, nearly poking Carol in the eye.  "And who cares if that slut forgave him?  She's sleeping with him, of course she did.  You don't have to."

"She's not sleeping with him."  Steve curled in tighter on himself and it looked like he would lash out if they kept poking.  "It was a misunderstanding.  Her little brother is friends with his brother and they'd been looking for him.  She's not a slut, we shouldn't have done that.  I didn't want to do that."

Tommy shoved his hands in his pockets and took them back out, seeming unsure of what to do with them.  He was going to lash out too.  And Carol didn't want that to happen.

"Yeah, okay.  It wasn't cool of us to call her a slut, we fucked up," she conceded.  "Not sure how we got away with that," she admitted.  "I kind of expected Chief Hopper to call Mr. Hagan."

"He was... preoccupied."

"Yeah, yeah, finding the Byers brat, I know."  She narrowed her eyes.  "And Nancy...?"

"I fucked up my chances with her.  Wouldn't be surprised if she never looks at me again.  Or she wants to be friends?  She's giving mixed signals."  Steve untensed just a little.  Good.  That was good.  "I apologized to Jonathan.  I shouldn't have talked shit about his family.  I mean, everyone knows his dad sucked.  And I called him a... well."  Steve leaned against the counter.  "I broke his camera, man."

Tommy frowned.  "He.. had it coming though."

"Maybe.  Maybe.  But it's not like he can get a new one.  It's not like when we broke your bike after running into that fence when we were twelve, like, your parents got you a new one.  Jonathan works so they can pay the gas bill and for groceries, you know?"

Tommy just about snarled until Carol put a hand on her shoulder.  "So now that freak is your best friend?  What about us?"

"What about us, Tommy?  You made it pretty fucking clear that we-"

"Hey."  Carol cut in, holding up her hands.  "Look, you apologized to Byers.  That's fine, you can do that.  But we're trying to apologize to you.  Are we really throwing away the last ten years over this?  We... miss you, Stevie.  We can't lose you, not like this.  We haven't been apart this long since... god, since your parents made you go to New York all summer in middle school."

"I don't want to be an asshole anymore.  I don't like what we've become.  I've been too afraid to lose you guys, but... I can't keep standing by while you spread rumors about the drama geeks or pushing Munson's friends around."

Carol scrunched up her nose.   "It wasn't a rumor, Mandy totally got chlamydia from fucking some dude on vacation, I heard her talking about it in the bathroom."

"And they're fucking dweebs who play that satan game, they don't matter, Steve."  Tommy crossed his arms again, but was notably less agitated.  "And they make fun of us anyway."

"Yes, they do matter.  Okay?  No one's gonna care about who we pushed around in high school once were out of here."  Steve kicked at the ground.  "None of that shit matters, not when-"  He closed his mouth so fast Carol could hear his jaw click.  He shook his head and she leaned in closer.

"Not when... what, Steve?  What happened?"

"I can't tell you."  She almost couldn't hear him.  "I'm not allowed, I... signed these papers."

"That's bullshit."  Carol hopped off the counter.  "Tommy, your dad is a lawyer, anything Steve signed is like, void or whatever."

"That's not how it works."  Tommy took a slow step towards Steve.  "Did someone hurt you?"

"...not exactly."  Steve rolled up the sleeve of his shirt.  There was a stitched up gash in his arm.  "I wish I could tell you.  I can't, though.  They'll... I don't know what they'll do."

Tommy touched Steve's arm, gentler than he was even with Carol.  "Stevie," he whispered.  "We'll... we don't have to be assholes, we can ignore the freaks, okay?"

Steve nodded slowly.  "...okay."

Carol stepped up to Steve's other side and stood on her toes to kiss his cheek.  "What can we do?"

"Nothing."  Steve swallowed and shook his head.  "I just... I want to get through the next few years so we can leave this fucking town."

"Okay."  Tommy pulled him in closer.  "Okay, we'll leave someday.  I promise," he whispered.

Later that night, the three of them tangled in Steve's room like they hadn't been since they were kids, Carol and Tommy made eye contact over Steve's head as he snored softly.  "...thanks," Tommy whispered.  "For making me come over here."

"We weren't going to lose him over something stupid."  Carol shrugged as she held Steve's waist.  "Not after this long."  She sighed.  "Are we really gonna have to, ugh, be nicer?"

"It looks like it.  He's worth it though."

"Yeah."  Carol laid back down with a hum.  "Yeah, he is."

#stwgdailyprompt #stranger things #carol perkins #tommy hagan #steve harrington #starommy #stomarol

[strangerthingsn]

bruised

Part 8

summary: You live in your car or a hotel, you sell your body to men for money, but got accidentally pregnant by the only one Alan Munson(Eddies dad). He was in jail before, for the same thing he did to you. But lucky he has a son who cares and helps you out.

warings: 18+ (all parts), fluff, kissing, kind of making out

“Happy birth day” you kiss Eddies cheek while he’s barely awake. You already made a whole breakfast for him and you put it down on his nightstand.

“thank you darling” Eddie smiles with his eyes still closed.

“I got a present too” you grab the heavy present you got for him.

“you didn’t have to baby” Eddie smiles while sitting up if he finally opened his eyes. He also notices Elias laying next to him. “Hey little guy” he kisses his head.

“It’s heavy and don’t drop it” you give the massive packed box to Eddie.

“okay” Eddie takes it laying it on his lap. “I don’t think I ever got a bigger present then this” He smiles.

“unpack it” you smile gently watching him.

“Yess” Eddie nods while he start unpacking the box.

“It’s a present for your birthday and valentines in one. Because it’s valentines tomorrow and it was expensive”

“Oehh” Eddie smiles when he finesses unwrapping it. He just had to open the box. “Okay”

“Three… two… one, open it!” You smile. Eddie opens it and looks at the guitar you just gave him. he looks with big eyes and he closes the box again.

“No. No. I can’t take this”

“yes you can Eds” you kiss his cheek. “Happy birthday my love”

“I love you so much.” He grabs you by your waist and he lays down on the bed pulling you with him so you fall on him.

“do you like it?”

“I wanted this model” Eddie nods kissing your cheek while you’re looking up at him.

“I know, Gareth helped me choosing” you smile.

“you and gareth get along very well huh?”

“he’s nice, like all your friends” you nod.

“Mary is nice too”

“she’s a amazing friend.” You agree.

“let’s eat” he smiles while grabbing the plate laying it on your back. You nuzzle your face into his belly and you chuckle. Eddie starts eating his breakfast and looks a little around in his room. “Where can I even hang my guitar?”

You till your head looking around in Eddie room. “Next to your other” you smile. “Breakfast good?”

“its amazing, baby. Best birthday”

“I can’t wait until Valentines Day tomorrow so I can take care of you even more”

“I still need to buy you something”

“You don’t have to” you look up at Eddie.

“I do but I’m still thinking…” he puts a strawberry in his mouth. “I have something in mind..”

“what is it?”

“I mean-… would you like a new bra and panties?” Eddie blushes a bit.

“I’d love that Eds” you get up still looking at Eddie. “Those sizes are pretty complicated tho… I’ll write them down”

“I figured out, thanks princess” when Eddie finishes his plate he puts it back down on the nightstand. After you found a pen and paper you write your bra and pantie size down.

“I have to say lingerie is expensive tho… I’m happy with everything even if it’s a kiss” you give the paper to Eddie.

“you’ll get your kiss too” He winks taking it and putting it in his pocket. You both look at the door when you notice it opening.

“hey kid, happy birthday” Wayne smiles leaning in the door frame watching Eddie, you and grandson.

“Thank you Wayne” Eddie smiles gently.

“Eddie you gotta unpack the presents.”

“yes he does” you nod getting up.

“Coming” Eddie gets up and grabs Elias before following you and Wayne to the living room.

—2 hours later—

Wayne gave Eddie a new band shirt, rings and guitar picks for his birthday. After he unpacked everything you all got ready for the day, you looked a little prettier then normally just for Eddie. Your plan for the day was just driving around Hawkins stopping at some places with Eddie but you had one thing that was in the way… little Elias.

“I can call Gareth” you smile walking over to the phone.

“No! Not him, he’s a kid himself” Eddie stops you.

“then he can play with him” you chuckle.“Maybe Mary?”

“yes i do trust Mary with him” He nods.

“okay let me call her” you grab the phone calling to Mary her house. It rang a couple times before you hear her voice.

“Hello Mary hire”

“Hello Mary I was wondering if you wanted to be my valentine?” You joke.

“I think we both know we already have our valentines” she immediately knew it was you.

“okay okay, anyways.. you’d like to babysit a little dork?”

“On my way”

“no we can bring him to yours” you giggle.

“you sure?”

“yes Mary, I’m sure, I’ll pack a lil bag and I will see you innnnn…. Uhhh.. 30 minutes.”

“Take your time sweetheart, I see you!”

“see you, bye!” You hang up. “She is-“ you wanted to tell Eddie she was okay with it but he was already gone. “Eddie?” You walk into his room.

“Yes my love?” He smiles up packing a little bag with Elias his clothes.

“no thanks my task” you reach out for the bag but Eddie takes your hands in his.

“no let me do it, you go feed him” he kisses your hand gently. You hear is little snores on the other side of the room.

“okay fine” you smiles kissing Eddies cheek. “It’s your birthday” you say walking over to his crib.

“Even with my birthday I’m still a dad”

“A really good one” you smile seeing him asleep. You find it funny that Eddie is not his actual dad but he does look like him at some point.

“I know” Eddie smiles. “I’m in the kitchen if you’re looking for me” he likes to give you some privacy and time alone with Elias sometimes.

“yes baby” you nod while picking the little guy up really gently. He immediately opens his eyes and he frowned. “sorry sleepyhead, you gotta drink before we go” you take him to Eddies bed and you sit down against the head board. You gently lay him down next to you but apparently he didn’t really liked that idea and starts crying.

“Sssshh, it’s okay… just taking my shirt and bra off” so you do. “Give me a minute” when your bra and shirt where off you pick him up and he already starts drinking.

“he needs a new pacifier?” Eddie asks form the kitchen.

“uhhh,” you look around if you could see the old. It was probably still in his crib. “I think it’s in his crib”

“okay, I’m packing only a bottle then”

“thanks” you look down at Elias again going with your fingers gently over his head. He is just chilling and looking around while drinking. It took him 10 minutes before he was done with drinking, you put everything on again and you walk over to Eddie with Elias.

“can we go?” He takes Elias from you.

“Mhm” you nod heading to the frond door to open it, when you do Eddie first walks out and you walk out behind them.

“bye kiddos have a nice day!” Wayne shouts.

“Thanks! Have fun at work” you wave and shut the door behind you. While Eddie was busy in the backseat you get in the van.

“You sure you got everything?” Eddie asks when he puts Elias his bag in the backseat.

“I’m sure” you nod looking at little Elias in the back in his car seat.

“okay” Eddie kisses his cheek before he closes the door and hops in the frond seat.

“let’s go then” he starts the van and drives to Mary her house.

—10 minutes later—

“so the bottle is in the bag he will probably be hungry in 2 hours, you know how to make him a bottle?” You ask.

“yes i do, i have a little niece” she smiles.

“It’s gonna be okay, we got it y/n” Luke says.

“Thank you guys” you smile giving Elias a little kiss.

“have fun you two!” Mary waves.

“Good luck with Elias, bye bye!” You wave back and you walk back to Eddies van.

“Okay where you wanna go?” He ask when you sit.

“Let’s start with the mall?”

“good idea” he nods and takes your hand while driving off.

“I love you so much” you kiss his hand.

“love you so much more” he kisses yours too with his eyes still on the road.

“Your gonna start a discussion with saying that” you shake your head.

“You’re right” Eddie chuckles. While you are driving to the mall you put some music on, the ones you both like. You watch Eddie with his face concentrated on the road, now Elias isn’t in the car anymore he drives a lot harder.

—

“I think I might gonna buy your valentines present there so maybe you can’t go with me in a shop” he looks at you for a second.

“Same for you, I have to buy you something”

“babe, you bought me a fucking guitar, you realize that?”that comment made you chuckle.

“still, even if it’s just a single rose”you shrug your shoulders.

“To be honest when I first saw you I thought you’d be a selfish little slut with a huge ego” he explains with a little grin.

“am I not?” You joke.

“you’re the opposite of that my love, you’re loyal, very cute, cool, nice, helpful and so much more. You’re the best that ever happened to me” he looks at you for a second again. You open your mouth so say something but just nothing came out. It was silent for a minute.

“Nobody ever said that, I thought I was unloveable…” you shrug.

“Honestly, I thought the same, thought I’d just gonna end up alone.” He rubs his thumb over your hand.

“You should know your very gorgeous and your personality is also” you smile looking at him.

“Thank you” he looks back at you for a second you two had eye contact.

“Enough, eyes on the road Eddie” you chuckle.

“yeah totally” he chuckles with his eyes back on the road. It didn’t take long before you guys arrived. When Eddie parks the car you kiss his cheek and you get out after. “Ey come back” he shouts before you shut the door. You shake your head no and wait outside for him.

Eddie chuckles and gets out, closing the door then running to your side and he picks you up. he kisses your face what makes you giggle. “Eddieeee”

“your fault i could have given you a gentle kiss in the van” he kisses your cheek and puts you down.

“sorry sir” you smile taking his hand.

“You’re good little one” he says as you walk and pull him behind you.

“Little? What’s that supposed to mean” you smile looking at him.

“well you’re not that tall..” he shrugs.

“apparently your attacked to it?” You smile.

“absolutely” Eddie nods. When you walk into the mall Eddie has his eyes already on a shop full of lingerie.

“are you looking at those women on the posters?” You joke.

“Was just imagining you in that” He confessed.

“sure Eddie” you roll your eyes.

“give me a second” Eddie says while walking in. The ‘give me a second’ assume you as a ‘wait outside’ so that’s what you do. You sit down on a little chair and you wait there for Eddie.

—

A while later Eddie walks out with a bag, you look curios, you absolutely did wanna know what he got you in there.

“need to wait until tomorrow” he takes your hand and helps you up.

“yeah sadly, do i have to wear it tomorrow too?”

“ofcourse”

“Will you pop one?” You smirk.

“probably” he nods while you continue walking.

“oeeeh, im curios” you smile exited. Eddie smiles and kisses your cheek resting his hand on your hip.

“what shop babe?” He looks around.

“you’d like to go to hot topic?” You pout at the shop.

“yep” he nods.

—3 hours later—

You guys already visited so many shops and ate something, but now you were so tired, and the two of you are walking towards the exit of the mall.

“You wanna go home baby?” He looks at you.

“We also park the car at lovers lake and just lay in the backseat?” “I’d love that actually” Eddie nods and opens the car. You hop it and you sigh when you finally sit, your body is exhausted.

“Awhh” Eddie lays his hand on your tight. “I swear this is still form the pregnancy or something”

“I think so” you shrug your shoulders.

“I feel bad for you” he starts the car and drives to lovers lake it was not so far from hire.

“I might be tired quickly but I got a beautiful son in return” you look out of the window.

“a gorgeous son” Eddie nods in agreement.

“did you hope for a boy or girl actually?”

“well, a boy. To be really honest.” Eddie confessed.

“Lucky you” you chuckle.

“And you?”

“really didn’t mind” you smile gently.

“you love every kid you see, wherever you see a kid you smile or wave at them” Eddie laughs.

“you can’t blame me for it, they are adorable Eddie!” You laugh too.

“I don’t really like kids, but Elias is such a cutie”

“Why you like him so much actually?” You ask.

“no idea” he shrugs his shoulders. “But I just love him so much, I think he also likes me”

“he loves you Eddie, believe me.” You smile.

“you think so?” he brights up.

“I can see it, think he might likes you a little more then me” you chuckle. “Now I have to share you”

“you do” he nods. Eddie parks the van at a cool spot by lovers lake, you both get out opening the door and you chill on the backseat. You eventually fall asleep on Eddie.

—the next day—

You had dinner at Mary her house yesterday, as dessert the cake you and Mary made for him. It was really much fun and you noticed Eddie liked it.

“good morning baby” Eddie sees your awake when he walks in with a plate breakfast.

“morning” you smile looking at him.

“happy Valentines Day” he kisses your forehead and puts the plate on your lap.

“thank you darling. Happy valentines” you smile giving him a rose.

“Awh thanks you too” He grabs a bag. “I’m gonna get a bath ready for you, after you can put your new set on”

“alright, love youu” you start eating looking around for Elias.

“oh, he’s with Wayne” he smiles.

“oki” you nod while he walks out. The breakfast was actually really good, he made pancakes and put strawberries and chocolate on it and to make it even prettier there were heart sprinkles on it. You love this man.

“Eddie?” You yell.

“Yes?” He yells back.

“Breakfast is good!”

“Made it with my love!” You hear him chuckle in the bathroom.

“I taste it” you giggle.

—

“it’s ready, you done eating?” Eddie smiles.

“all done!” You nod getting up. You wrap your arms around Eddie and he does the same picking you up.

“hey pretty” he kisses you. But you pull away.

“Morning breath”

“I only taste chocolate” Eddie kisses you again this time you do it back. He slowly slips his tongue through your lips and you two started kissing with tongue. You continue for a moment before Eddie pulls away. “The bath will be cold soon”

“true” You nod jumping out of his arms on the ground. Eddie leads you to the bathroom and he made the bath water with a bathbomb pink. There where roses in it and candles on the side.

“Eddie you really didn’t need to do this” you heart is melting.

“Yes I did” he hugs you from behind, you notice the two glasses with red whine standing there two.

“I can’t drink alcohol” you shrug.

“I wrote a little bit red wine doesn’t matter” he says talking your shirt off.

“You joining me?”

“If you want to?”

“ofcourse babe” you nod taking your short and panties of at once.

“okay” Eddie didn’t have to be told twice, he takes his shirt and boxers while you get in. “Good temperature?”

“perfect” you nod while watching him get in.

“can’t wait to see you wear the lingerie”

I feel like it’s a little short but I hope you all enjoyed <3 happy valentines!❤️🩷

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[itonashi]

LOVING YOU WAS NEVER A MISTAKE

pairing: chigiri hyoma x fem!reader

genre: fluff, a little angst (i guess).

warning: manga spoilers! , grammars and lastly english isn't my first language.

note: used to write fanfics back in 2021. it was black clover haha. i was already on tumblr that time. i think i didn't really improved that much. idk tho. lowercase intended.

"i have always loved your hair, hyoma."

"is that so?" his grip on the water bottle tightens. he never thought he would meet you again after the u-20 match. he thought his 2 weeks break will be great. he had only finish his hangout with his blue lock friends.

you're still pretty even after a long time. your medium length hair now becoming a long length. your beautiful eyes and supple skin. how he wished to kiss you.

"i'm sorry for that time. i didn't mean to moved school without you knowing. please forgive me, hyoma. i missed you."

"why are you apologizing? i was the one who cut off contact with you. [name], never once have you made a mistake to me. i was the one frustrated because of my injuries that time. i thought you left me but i was the one who misunderstood the situation."

why were you even apologizing? why didn't you just left him like the others did to him. he was the one who shut you off first but yet here you are; talking to him first, apologizing to him first. you're just too kind for him.

you looked at him with sincere eyes. you really wanted to apologized to him. beg him to forgive you. on that day, the day he suddenly blocked you. you thought you did something wrong. you wanted to text him on other social platforms that you could but he blocked you on all of it. you were disheartened.

this time, you would not let chigiri hyoma go for the second time. you would hold him tight. tighter than before.

"can i hug you?" he asked you. he wanted to hold you. the time you were best friend, you were never touchy with him and he appreciates that. he appreciates how you respected boundaries. this is the first time he will ask you this.

"eh?"

you couldn't keep a straight face when he asked you that. chigiri hyoma asking you? to hug? him? the cold guy you befriended in school? you saw a blush forming on his ears, cherry red. you felt like you were going to burst because you still liked him. no, loved him.

without answering him, you wrapped your hands around his neck and pulled him closer to hug him. he was shocked that you were the one who initiated the action first. he hugged you back.

"sorry." he mumbled.

"it's okay now, hyoma."

the both of you pulled back from the hug. he saw your red face. she's blushing, he thought. you were just so cute. he couldn't resist you. maybe just maybe the two of you could hang out tomorrow.

"can i have your contact number back?"

"of course!"

ah, your bright personality. how could he forgot? you were so bright. that's the kind of person you are. but, you're now so elegant. the kind nature you hold. how lucky is he? having you by his side now.

he didn't mind riding the train with you. if it means spending time with you today? he would do anything. walking side by side. accompany you to your house. he loved you.

and you loved him too. of course, the two of you didn't confess to each other yet. soon enough, it will happened. you knew yourself that you would be the one to confess to him first. before all the moving school happened, you have always been the person to teased him in school because that's the person you are. saying everything that would make him blush.

you just loved his reactions.

"chigiri, did you know?"

"what is it, [name]?" he was packing his bag after a practice and you were there watching him. accompanied by something to do, he doesn't noticed your face smiling mischievously.

"you're very pretty, chigiri. much more prettier than me." he malfunctioned when you said that. he was used to hearing that by other people but hearing it from you? it was rare. you never told it to his face directly at all. it was the first time.

"stop."

"yeah yeah."

remembering the memories of you teasing him, you giggled quietly. he raised an eyebrow at the sudden giggling. he never know what's on your mind 24/7. he want to know.

loving you was never a mistake for him.

you can always guess what's on his mind. he was too easy to read or maybe you're just good at reading people? but the new him. it was hard for you to know.

but even though this is the new him.

loving him was never a mistake for you.

notes: hope you all loved it. tbh.. this is making me blush ngl. haha. enjoy!! first oneshot fanfics works on tumblr lol. the wordcount? idk ...

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[marc-spectorr]

Fluff prompt #6 + Marc Spector please!

ˣ pairing: marc spector x reader

ˣ prompt: “i like it when you say my name.”

ˣ warnings: 1.3k wc. mentions of pregnancy. tons of fluff.

ˣ a/n: i swear the idea of this was made prior to all the baby talk these last few days okay. but hope you enjoy hehe xx

- ☾-

“Hmm… What about Oliver?”

Marc shakes his head, his dark, messy curls bouncing ever so slightly. The way he looks ethereal, bathed in a soft golden glow of the dipping sunlight, has your breath hitching and heart fluttering wildly.

Thankfully he’s used to this— you staring, regarding him as if he’s a glorious statue sculpted by Michaelangelo himself.

Gazes intertwining, his smile distracts you for a stolen moment. Not on purpose, but it’s almost always like that with Marc. You’d never seen a prettier smile than his, though he’d argue that yours is by far more beautiful. But there’s something about his smile that simply dazes you— makes you feel like you’re floating in an endless state of bliss.

It’s quite hard to believe at times that Marc is the one you call yours. Falling in love with him had come so unexpectedly, but very easily as if it were all meant to be. Five years and counting, with your first child on the way, you still find yourself falling deeper and deeper. You could only imagine the immense love your heart holds for him… and your little one.

Speaking of which, you cross off yet another name from the list visualized in your head.

“Okay… maybe we can call him Matthew?”

Your input is met with the briefest of silence, followed by a quiet, resounding no that leads you to let out an exhale.

“Huh, who knew naming a kid would be this difficult?” Marc chuckles, his chest reverberating under your ear as the arm around you tightens, pulling you impossibly closer. “We’ve gone through how many names now— 10? 20?”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if we already hit the 50 mark, to be honest,” you return, eyes flickering up to meet his warm, café gaze. “Plus, we still need to come up with a middle name. It would really help if you gave me three or four suggestions. Every name I’ve brought up, you didn’t like.”

“It’s not that I don’t like those other names. I just don’t think any of them suit our little guy— get what I’m saying?”

You hum softly in response, featherlight fingertips slowly drawing shapes into his tanned skin. “So, now what? Are we going to wait until he’s born to name him?”

“I guess so,” he answers with a shrug. “Naming a baby is a big responsibility, and our son will be stuck with whatever name we choose for the rest of his life. It has to be perfect.”

A gentle hand then comes to rest on your grown belly. With a tender smile, Marc soothes the pad of his thumb over the swell of your stomach.

It still leaves him awestruck, the fact that he’s going to be a father soon. He’d painted the nursery walls and assembled the crib and other furnishings nearly a month ago. Though it felt even more real after spending the entire morning of today helping you pack the hospital bag.

A few weeks more, you’d remind him earlier. Just a few weeks more, Marc would finally have the family he’d always wanted— the one he’d always dreamed of having with you.

“Come on, Marc, we gotta think of at least a few,” you urge him with a small laugh.

He gives you a look. A sweet one, at that. Earthy brown orbs gaze at you adoringly; they mesmerize you, seamlessly indulging in delight at the mere flawless sight of you cuddled at his side.

Only Marc could reduce you to a puddle with those sparkling eyes.

You sincerely hope that your son inherits them. Those eyes, those curls, the smile that you’d never tire of seeing. Perhaps even the sound of his laughter, if it were possible.

You wish that your son would grow up to become the good man Marc is. The world could truly use another Marc Spector to brighten up everyone’s lives, the same way your Marc has done to yours.

“What about Marc?” you blurt out in the open, smiling softly.

“Marc?” he repeats. His features are unreadable, but the furrowing brow at your idea gives his puzzlement away.

“Yeah,” you nod, fingers twirling at the stray strand of hair splayed on Marc’s forehead. “What if we name our baby Marc?”

“Why would you want that?”

“Because why not?” comes your counter as you prop yourself up on one elbow. “Be it his first or middle, I want to name our baby after his father, my wonderful husband. The man who would do anything and everything for the two of us and who would love and protect us fiercely no matter what.”

Marc pauses, his mind undoubtedly reeling this all in. There are instances when he’s unable to see himself the way you see him. He’d slip into these fleeting moments of self-doubt and self-deprecation from time to time, an unfortunate habit following his tragic past.

You’re certain that this is one of those moments.

So you do the only thing that gets Marc to stop.

You kiss him.

Softly and sweetly, you press your lips against Marc’s, sensing the tension in his body slowly easing away. He clings to you as if you’re his lifeline, and you draw him in as close as you can.

The kiss seems everlasting. You want it to last forever, or at least as long as Marc needs it to. You’d say you love him a million times, but a kiss— this kiss— seals the promise, declaring the truth that you’re more than glad to remind him of for the rest of his life.

When it’s time to part, you leave Marc breathless. Breathless and grounded. All worries now a minuscule thought in the back of his head. He allows himself to bask at this moment, in this reality.

In this slice of heaven that you and he have built together.

The silence breaks at the sound of his delicate voice. “A-Are you sure?”

“Only if you agree, but yeah, I’m sure. I want to name our son after you, Marc.”

Marc’s smile reappears, and it reaches his tear-stained eyes. The corner of his mouth curls with your words, his hand remaining on your bump, caressing it. “I like it when you say my name, you know? Can’t exactly explain how it feels, but hearing you say it makes me the happiest man in the universe.”

Your heart swells at the touch and his admission.

You make Marc happy, but he doesn’t realize how much he makes you happier.

“So… what do you think?”

He takes a second to form a response. And as if he needs more convincing, your son gives a slight kick from inside your womb that catches you both by surprise. “Marc Jr., huh? You like that, buddy?”

Another set of kicks and they cause you and Marc to break into a fit of giggles.

“Little Marc Jr.,” you whisper. “Of course, we can give him a nickname, so he doesn’t get confused when he’s older.”

“Well, what if we settle on Marc as the middle name to avoid it?”

You ponder for a bit, then release a chuckle. “I’m good with that. But you know what this means, right?”

Marc tilts his head, his gaze narrowing as he shifts in bed, turning to you. “What does it mean?”

“It means we’re back to square one on first names.”

A playful groan escapes Marc’s parted lips, and with a kiss dotted on your nose, he buries his head in the crook of your neck. “Back to the drawing board, we go.”

- ☾-

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[dabislittlemouse]

Hey!❤️ I don’t know if Tumblr devoured my last request so I’ll send it again! I was curious to hear your version of Bully!Dabi, but if you got it and just don’t feel it, that’s alright😇

Hey darling, thank you again for submitting your request! Tumblr is being so shitty lately, and also to the others if you’ve sent a request and I haven’t replied to it since a long time, please send it again!! Tumblr is eating my asks!

REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN

⁂ Bully Dabi Headcanons ⁂

TW// mean Bully!Dabi, +18 MDNI

You won’t escape easily once you’re his target.

Since you joined the League, he’s been a total pain in the ass. But to him, you were a mere source of entertainment, at least to pass the time on their boring hideout.

He lives for your anger, he makes you angry on purpose, calling you names, teasing you to the point you are boiling or letting out angry tears.

“What even is that quirk of yours?” “Did you really think you can be a villain with that quirk?” “You can’t even scare a cat” “So pathetic” “You’d be better as a cockwarmer”. Many insults come from that dirty mouth of his.

God help you if you are a shortie. You are his armrest. He keeps things out of your reach. Whenever you are trying to get something from a high shelf, he grabs that thing and puts it on a higher shelf, smirking down on you.

“Since when do we have literal children on the league?” he loudly snaps at Shigaraki while you hit him on the chest.

Most of the time you have to call for Shigaraki because Dabi clearly won’t stop messing with you. After Shigaraki scolds him, Dabi comes later in your room.

A shitty grin on his face as he leans on your door.

“What the fuck do you want” you say.

“OoH ShiGaRaKi, Tell HiM to StaAaAhp” he imitates your voice in the most horrendous way you’ve heard. You yell at him and hit him with a pillow, but he dodges it.

“Have you ever spread your legs for the boss? I bet you have, you clearly are that kind of whore” he shamelessly whispers while yall are on a mission, walking through a forest.

You slap him so hard on the cheek. Wrong move.

He grabs your wrist, activating his quirk and burning his handprint there, not letting you go. You start screaming in pain, telling him to stop.

“Better watch those hands of yours sweetheart, or I’ll give you another reason to cry outloud like this”

He finds you really pretty though, the prettiest little bitch he has ever seen. You look even prettier to him when you’re angry or crying.

“Hey boss, she could finally prove herself useful to us if she started working as a prostitute. For sure we’d have a stable financial income, hah!” he shamelessly says in front of everyone, your face turning red from anger while the others tell him to shut up.

Whenever you try to express your thoughts on different topics, he either tells you to shut your mouth or just stares at you with a mocking expression on his face, rolling his eyes, making you feel insecure.

At the end of the day you mean nothing to him, he told you he’d easily sell you for a pack of cigarettes tbh.

@hunajan

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[eternalsa2z]

Just Desserts

"Surprise! So good of you to come and celebrate the most important thing in your life - me!"

"You don't remember? Antonie, the gender non-conforming person you used to bully? Call names? Push around in the locker room? You were sooooo obsessed with me and my sexuality that I'm shocked you don't recognize me!"

"Then again I suppose I'm quite different. On the outside at least. I go by Marie now but nothing's really changed. I was a better person than you then and I'm even better now."

"Why'd invite you? To celebrate our anniversary! This mark three years from the first day you called me 'fruitcake'. So I thought we'd have a little special desert to celebrate. It's a fruitcake..."

"Ah ah ah! It's not for a naughty boy like you. It's packed full of the special supplements I've been taking to become 'that bitch'. More Marie, Antonie less. Unless...secretly you want some?"

"Just kidding. I know you've always been jealous of me. Wished you could be pretty like me. But unfortunately for you these glorious Elixir supplements didn't make me a better person...they made me a better bitch."

"So you're gonna watch your goddess have her cake and eat yours too. I'm just gonna get prettier, meaner, and honestly probably a better bully than you. That is something certainly worth celebrating - getting just desserts!"

#gender neutral transformation #bitchification #elixir #brat