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dazed and confused | eddie munson x reader

summary you work on Hawkin's music shop, and Eddie is a regular costumer. Your friends (Steve and Robin mostly) help you to gain confidence and flirt with him.

word count: 8.1k (i think is the longest oneshot ive ever done, yikes)

warnings fem!reader (but i think i didn't use pronouns so u know ;) ), fluff, like lots of fluff, mutual pining, yearning etc, slowburn strangers to lovers, idiots in love!!!, use and metion of beer and cigarretes. english is not my first language so I apologise if there’s some mistakes, not proof read!!

“You might actually have fun” He said for the millionth time, following you around as you restock the shelves.

“Oh, I dunno Harrignton.” You answer, glancing quickly at him. “Doubt I’ll do.” You remark, keeping track of what you needed to get from the back, you counted and scribbled down on your little notebook.

“C’mon, just a couple hours, if you’re not having fun I’ll drive you back home myself.” You were getting slightly annoyed at him now, he could have chosen any day to come and mess around at your job, but as it turned out, Saturday was your busiest day, and it was release week for a lot of musicians, December approaching as it were.

“Dude, seriously, you can come in here and annoy me, but please not today?” You begged as you walked behind the counter, leaving him waiting as you disappeared for a few seconds crouching down at the boxes and picking up a promotional poster that you begged your manager would let you keep.

“If I leave, will you agree to come?” You scoff away at his question and the only response you received was him messing his hair up.

“Why do you insist on me to come?” You demand, daggers shooting away at him. “Take Robin! Robin loves parties.” You say, truly meaning it, hoping he would listen to you.

“Robin finally has a date!” He announces as a proud father, and you almost drop all the vinyls you were holding.

“Shit! Really?” You ask with your face in complete glee, a smile growing in between your cheeks.

“Yeah! Vickie asked her after she dumped that blonde dude, so, I need a wing-woman!” He explains, almost screaming even if you can tell he was aiming for a whisper, he was so excited it got to the best of him.

“Why though?” You still didn’t understand why he wanted you there.

“Okay, jesus…” He finally admits, sounding defeated as he walks behind you, you needed to restock more vinyls in the rock and metal section. “Nance is gonna be there… And… You know…”

“Oh…” You said as you realized that he needed a little push to get the one that got away back. “Wait, didn’t Nancy dump you at a party?” You demand as you walk back to the section and start organizing the pressed music into different artists.

“Well yeah, thought it would be kinda nice to-'' He cuts himself off, shaking his head and locking eyes with you. “Please?”

“Jesus Christ….” At that moment he knew you had agreed, and his smile grew bigger. “Yeah, ‘kay, but you owe me, like… big time!” You shout at him, finger raised and everything, he smiled and nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, I’ll pick you up a six-pack or whatever you wanna.” He says as he’s leaving.

“Or you could actually buy something for once!” You scream at him, too far away to actually hear anything you’re saying to him. “Asshole” You mutter under your breath.

Keeping your brain focused on the task at hand, you looked at the bands that you had in front of you, Deep Purple, Iron Maiden, Metallica and Led Zeppelin. Your finger tapped the last one’s cover, thinking if you needed to get more stocked. And how in love you were with the last album. You were gonna buy yourself a copy as soon as you could. So you took a little bit longer to actually put them together, making sure everything looked nice and was easy to find, as you spin rapidly to get back to the counter, your body slams into someone else’s.

“Shit, sorry!” You say as you look up at this boy’s face. You froze on the spot.

“S’okay, wasn’t looking.” He says, grabbing your arm, pushing you back , looking at you, making sure you are okay. His brown eyes looking directly at yours. Long curly hair framing them. “You okay?” He asks, inclining his head slightly to the right.

“Ah, yeah, yeah. Great. Um, if you need help with anything…” You stumble as you talk, you have only seen him from afar, never actually spoke to him, you didn’t even know his name. Only thing you knew was this, he came every Thursday and looked if you had anything new, so it was shocking to see him on a Saturday .

He didn’t talk much when he checked the things off, biting his lower lip, he would nod and search for the money you asked for.

“Actually, do you have the um… Perfect Strangers cassette? You know it’s-” You feel bad from cutting him up, but you get excited for a second.

“Deep Purple? Yeah!” You say, happy to help him, he smiles at you and you can’t help your face as you copy his expression. “Great album…” You whisper as you relook at the shelves.

“Yeah, I Know, I lent it to a friend, and I don’t think I'll ever get it back, so…” He explains, as he follows you, you chuckle at his explanation as you nod.

“Happened to me with Mötley Crue’s Too Fast For Love '' You say to him, at which you see him smile to himself. “Aha!” You let out as you see the little cassette, you point your feet to reach when you feel him behind you, arm higher than yours, chest closer than before, your cheeks growing red at an alarming rate as he grabs it before you, and you look up at his hand, three silver rings decorating his fingers.

“I got it” He says, once you turn to him. He smiles as he messes with his hair, and when he realizes that he’s a little too close to you for a stranger, takes an apologetic step back, and signals you to go first, bowing his head low. You whisper a thanks as you walk to the register.

“Do you… Um.. want anything else… uh..?” You ask, hopping he introduces himself, so you can stop referring to him in your head as hellfire boy

“Um, Eddie.” He says, you smile as you hear his name, he does the same as he looks at you.

“Do you need anything else, Eddie?” You ask, cheeks flushed pink and a smile on your face.

“No, no, that’ll be it.” He says, searching for his wallet in his back pocket. You nod, and as you grab a little bag for his cassette, you leave a Deep Purple patch in the bag, a little gift for him.

“Okay then, here you go.” He left a ten dollar bill and before you could give him the change he gestures a no with his head, smiling as he does so.

“Keep the change, and thank you.” He says grabbing the bag, giving you one last look.

“See you!” You say.

“Yeah, see you.” He says, as you watch him leave, biting your lower lip containing your excitement.

You were retouching your make-up in the passenger's seat, nervously fussing as you tried to apply mascara over the speed bumps.

“Jesus Harrigton! Don’t wanna poke my eye out.” You say to him, as he slows down for once.

“Sorry!” He says again. “Don’t know why you’re so nervous now…” He says under his breath, stopping at a red light, at which you take advantage of and draw in your waterline, black.

“S’nothing.” You mumble, evidently lying. You can feel his questioning stare and you chuckle. “What?”

“Someone’s happy…” He teases, as he leaves the red light you see him smiling at himself. “Oh… did he finally talk to you?” He says teasing you.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about…” You whisper, dismissing his tone and smudging your eyeliner a bit, playing with your hair next.

“Oh come on! I saw him in the shop eyeing you!” He says, you can’t help but smile.

“Damn it Steve!” You confess in between laughs. He parks his car as you continue. “He did… he’s nice..” You admit, playing with your ring nervously as you wait for him to stop the car.

“Did you… I dunno, introduce yourself? Ask for his number? Flirt a little?” he keeps teasing you as he leaves the car, six-pack on his left hand. You slam the door shut as you let out air.

“I panicked, only got his name…”

“God you’re bad at this.” He chuckles, as he gives you an opened beer bottle.

“Welp, you are supposed to teach me so…” You tease back, taking a quick sip.

“Fuck off…” He says, opening one for himself, walking up to the noisy house.

“I did give him a little gift, and he tipped, so maybe he’ll remember me next time…” You say looking at the floor, drinking a little bit more. Getting more nervous as you saw more and more people hanging about the place you were going.

“Sure he will, you’re unforgettable!” He says sarcastically. You show him your tongue in a teasing response.

It really wasn’t your scene, corny music, people making-out as soon as you opened the door could be seen, you really wished Robin was here, so you could speak to someone when Steve inevitably disappeared with somebody else. He walked to the kitchen and you followed him, you could see him searching for her, and you couldn’t resist but to tease him, whispering loverboy to his ear, he playfully punched you. But as soon as he saw her, he was left speechless.

“You really like her, huh?” you asked him, eyes in the opposite direction.

He nodded as he looked at you. You smiled, happy to keep watch in the kitchen.

“Go!” You said to him, he moved his head no and looked at the ground, playing nervously with his hair.

“No, no– I ah… Leave you alone?” he mumbled as he tried to keep his cool.

“It is okay Steve.” you reassured him. “You go talk to Nance, I’ll make sure the beer is drinkable.” You say to him ironically, he chuckled and muttered a thank you to you as he left.

You nodded at the two idiots.

You knew Nancy still liked him, so you enjoyed seeing the two idiots in love talking to each other, from afar. It was also fun to tease him back.

So you did as you promised, you stayed put with a drink in your hand, and when it finished, you refilled, holding onto hope that Steve won’t be long, and proven mistaken when twenty minutes pass. You grew bored of Bowie’s music, not that you didn’t like “The Rise and Fall Of Ziggy Stardust And The Spiders From Mars” but you had been playing that for two weeks over at the shop, courtesy of his new movie he starred in, and you just needed a break. As you searched for a distraction, you saw an abandoned packet of Camel on the kitchen counter, jackpot.

You could smoke it right there, but some fresh air would keep you more refreshed and awake.

So you stumbled your way across, walking through the maze of drunken people, or couples grossly making-out. Hopefully, the back door was open and nobody was blocking it, so you could breath in the cold air, your beat up cropped Zeppelin shirt wasn't that much help against the cold, but you didn’t seem to mind, it actually felt kind of nice, to be able to feel the warmth the cigarette left in your fingers.

Red cup in one hand, cigarette in the other, you looked out at the yard, and almost dropped them both.

He was here. And he was looking curiously at you. He smiled as he waved to you, and you did the same, dragging the smoke out of your fingers, and as you see him approaching you can’t help but mutter shit to yourself.

“Hey” He says, lips parted from the cold, rosy cheeks for the same motive contrasting his pale skin.

“He-hey” You mutter, readjusting your voice, since it’s been a while since you spoke out loud.

“What are you doing here?” he says, hugging himself, leather sleeves poking out of his jean vest.

“I, um. A friend needed some luck…” You say vaguely, not believing that he was actually speaking to you, and not really caring why he actually was doing so.

“Oh, he around?” He said, looking behind you, moving his head around, your eyes fixated in his neck.

“Ah, no. He left with the girl a while ago. Hopefully he actually gets lucky this time…” You say more to yourself than to him, at which you catch him chuckle, and you smile in replay. And you can’t help but look at him again. You get lost in his chest, more importantly, in a newly stitched up patch, he notices you looking at it and smiles at you.

“Found it in a bag…” He says looking at you, grin in his face. “Thank you, for it.” He continued.

“Thought you might like it.” You admit, your cheeks were getting warmer, despite the cold that surrounded you.

“I do, thank you stranger.” He said, as he winked at you, you nodded, words failing you in that moment.

“You’re welcome.”

“What you drinking?” he asks, reaching for the cup, and you let him take a sip of it, sight locked in his lips. “Mmh, nice.” He says, getting closer to you, offering his arm. “Wanna get more?” he asks. At which, you take his arm and head inside, not really believing that it was really happening, or what was actually going on.

“Enough about my date! I wanna hear about yours!” Robin’s voice comes through the speaker of your telephone, you laugh in shock.

“What date?” You ask, and for whatever reason she laughs at the question.

“Oh come on” She says, ironically, you can tell she’s moving her head side to side. “Steve told me you weren’t alone when he came down” She whispers, and your hand reaches your eyes, shame in your heart.

“God dammit Robs… He’s so nice… And it wasn’t a date, ‘cus a date would mean that he asked me out, which he hasn’t, and honestly, I think he was just trying to be nice ‘cus stupid Steve left me alone with people I don’t really know.” She was laughing again, you were getting flustered at the memory of him.

“Or maybe, he wanted to get to know you, you know?”

“I dunno… Don’t wanna create expectations and then…”

“Yeah, yeah…” She finishes for you. “Well, tomorrows a Thursday, so maybe you’ll see him again?” She asks with teasing in her tone.

“Yeah, maybe.”

It had been months since you had such calmness in the store. So much so, you were the only one working today, could choose the background music, and since everything was clean, stocked and organized, you could just enjoy the moment.

Perfect stillness.

So you crouched down to the little crate that you hide behind the counter labeled workers shit. You roamed through it, hoping to find something that would catch your eye, passing from album to album, admiring every cover art, because you quite literally had nothing else to do. As you emerged back up, you had a dilemma in front of you, and you let your head rest in your hands as you looked down at both albums. Rumors by Fleetwood Mac was an exceptional album, you had no doubt about it, but… Led Zeppelin’s self titled one was eyeing you.

“Where to start, where to start…” You sang to yourself as you thought, completely lost in possibility.

So it really shouldn’t surprise anyone, that his voice surprised you enough to jump as he spoke, making you both laugh.

“No music?” He said before you jumped, and after a quick chuckle and apology he continued. “Sorry, I meant… You always have music playing.” he came back, and with him, your pink cheeks and nervousness.

“I.. Well yeah, but I usually just agree to whatever my colleague wants, and I almost never have the choice so now I don’t really know what to start with…” You explain to him, fast, almost rumbling as he smiles at you, big brown eyes looking tenderly as he does so.

His hands find their way over the counter, close enough to yours to make you unconsciously bite your lower lip, as your eyes follow them up. Hands, wrists, arms, shoulders, neck, long hair, eyes. His head looked down, as his fingers moved to grab the album on the left, focused as he read what they had inside, while the only thing you could actually focus on were the veins in his arms.

“Didn’t think you liked Fleetwood…” He mumbled, you leaned closer, without really thinking about what your body was doing.

“Well, Steveie’s voice… She truly is magic.” You whisper, more to you than to him. He lights up as his eyes meet yours, smiles in both your faces.

“Wouldn’t really know…” He confesses, pulling his body closer, forearms resting atop of the counter, whispering to you. “Haven’t really given them an opportunity…” He says, eyes travelling from your eyes, to your lips and neck. Even if you were nervous about having him that close, you were so happy to be able to talk to him about music! of all things… You were just really enjoying the moment.

“Well, you gotta.” You replay with a shy smile, your eyes completely lost in his. He nods as he taps the vinyl.

“You got ‘em in cassette?” He asks, and as you nod you pull back a bit, looking at your shelf. You had it saved in case someone called <<Lauren>> would pick it up, but it's been three months and she hadn’t, so you decide to rip the post-it off and throw it in the thrash. You feel his sight locked on your back, and that might be why you move slower, or why your waist turns more than it needs to.

“There you go.”

“Thanks.” He says, reaching for his wallet. You put your hand forward, signaling a no with your head as you smiled softly at him.

“On me.” You say, pushing the little plastic box to him. He smiles as he reaches for it, fingers touching yours, electricity between both of you.

“You don’t have to…” He says, still holding it, brushing your index finger, eyes still locked with yours.

“I want to.” You reassure him.

He nods, and mutters a thank you. You look at him as he starts to leave and you go back to the vinyl, taking it out of its envelope, when you hear his sneakers turning around.

“When do you get off?”

“8.30.” You replay, shocked at the question.

“You’ve got plans?”

“No”

“Wanna come to The Hideout?” He says, and you could swear he was the one getting flushed. “My uh… My band plays there at 9.30” He adds, your smile grows bigger. “We usually do it on Tuesdays and its a smaller crowd, but he got an offer to play today.” He says excitedly, rumbling like you do. “You can tell your friends” You can see him getting nervous, just like you did when he first approached you. “Or you know-”

You cut him off.

“I’ll be there.”

“So, it is a date?” Robin said once you arrived at the small bar.

“No, I mean I don’t think so…” You replay, your eyebrows furrowed, as you looked at her smiling, teasing face.

“But he did ask you?” She continues, with the same tone.

“Well, yeah, but… y’know, a date is like, only two people, and you talk to the other person, and get to know them, right?” You try to rationalize, as you ask for help by looking at her. “I mean, he probably was just being nice, or… or friendly? Like, y’know, I gave him a tape so he invited me and a friend to come around…so technically… not a date?” She didn’t give you an answer, she just shrugged her shoulders and laughed, heading to the entrance of said bar, you followed her, not any calmer, not one bit.

“Or he just wanted to show off, leave you impressed and then ask you out.” She says as you reach the actual bar, and as you push her shoulder in a friendly punch, she stumbles into a blonde girl you can’t really see, so you apologise, until you see Robin’s smile grow bigger in her face. “Well hello…” She muttered.

“Hey cutie.” Vickie. You smiled at the sight of them, pure adoration between their eyes. They took a bit of time to eye one another until they remembered you were there, and you couldn’t help but laugh at them.

“God, you two are cute…” You say, as they giggle back at you. “Do you idiots in love want anything?”

“Nah”

“We’re good, thank you!” Vickie says, finally looking at you, at which you nod.

You walked back to the bar, glancing at your friend, and a smile on your face. You were incredibly happy for her, she had been patient, and she deserved it more than anyone, and Vickie seemed so nice…

“Waddu want, sweetie?” The bartender's voice snaps you back into reality, and you quickly look at him.

“Ah, yeah, sorry.” He nods, and so do you. “Um, just a beer, please?” You say, maybe a bit too low you realize, but he seemed to understand you just fine. You reached into the inside of your jacket pocket, and once you had your wallet in your hand and looked at the man handing you the beer he shakes his head no.

“Already taken care of, sweetie.” He says, pointing at Eddie on the stage, waving hello at you. You blush a little bit as you salute him with the bottle, mouthing a small cheers to him, and he smiles back with a thumbs up.

“Thank you” You say to the bartender, and he nods in response. You walk back to your friends as you check the time on your wrist, it was about to start. “Hey, d’you wanna get closer?” They both nod, and you march on, and surprisingly, and even if the venue wasn’t that big, it was packed tonight, so you decided to stay in the third row, where you could be more comfortable, and still have room to dance.

“Oh shit, almost forgot.” Robin said, grabbing your elbow. “Steve gave me back your camera, says it should work now.” You smile as a thank you. The kids had begged you to trust them with this project, and hopefully they did a good job.

“Is it loaded?” You ask, eyeing Eddie in the shadows. Light still not on. Robin nodded in response and you got back to admiring him.

When the lights did finally light up, you were amazed. His arms were in full display, tattoos visible, and so were his veins, as he grabbed his guitar with force. The light bounced around his skin, making him look more defined than you had ever seen him. Just some hours ago you had seen him, but truly never like this. He ditched his usual Hellfire shirt, and wore a black button up, held together by the last button, so the red light that the stage had travelled down his chest, and what was worse, he was smiling. He was smiling directly at you.

So you spent the rest of the gig taking pictures of him, as he looked at you, and on occasions, Robin photographed you smiling at him.

“You really are their mom, huh?” You tease Steve as he hangs around the counter, waiting for the lunch club to actually pick what they want.

“Shuddup.” He says, slightly annoyed, a smile on his face as he looks back at them. “And I prefer being called a babysitter, thank you so much.” He answers, nodding his head, making his hair bop up and down.

“Okay… Babysitter Harrington…” He scoffs with a short laugh, as do you. You look down at the photos again, the kids developed them for you and you were in awe. And yeah, they had a million questions that you avoided.

“So…?”

“What?”

“Oh come on, you're smiling at them!” Steve points as he says so, grabbing one of the photos that shows a very happy you looking at him on the stage.

“It’s nothing” You mumble, trying to not give it any importance, covering them with a piece of paper.

“Oh, fuck off. You might be able to bullshit Henderson or Wheeler but not me.” He declares, looking at you. You could tell that he won’t stop annoying you until you open your mouth. “And besides, Robin told me some things. I mean she was more focused on the whole Vickie of it all, but y’know”

“Yeah, I know. They really look happy Steve…” He asks you to continue with a raised eyebrow. “I just don’t wanna make a fool out of myself. He was just being nice. Not a date. Just him inviting me to his little gig.” As you say that you can’t help but recall him, in the stage, absolutely adoring the applause and praise he got, and how he soaked the light red up, making him look angelic and demonic at the same time.

“Look, maybe he does want to ask you out, but he's too shy to do so?” He asks, looking at you, reassuring with a little tap on your shoulder. “Like you…”

He gets interrupted by a little curly haired kid wearing a snapback.

“You guys talking ‘bout Eddie?” Dustin asks, raising his eyebrows at you.

“Hello to you too kid.” You answer in return. “What is it gonna be Henderson?” You ask, in your customer service voice as he hands you over a little tape. “Huh, didn’t take you for an Iron Maiden fan Dustin.” You say as you scan it.

“Well…” He starts to explain as he reaches for his pocket. “It’s actually a present, y’know, an end of campaign gift for our DM.” He says excited, as he raises his eyebrows.

“Oh, nice.” You smile back at him. “Sure he’ll like it.” You reassure him, even if you didn’t understand a word that came out of his mouth.

“Yeah, Eddie said he loves this band!” Mike adds up, having found his way into the conversation, with another tape in his hand.

“Oh, Eddie the um…?” They all nod, knowing what you were going to ask. “He actually already has this one…” You say with an apologetic look in your face.

“Shit. You sure?” Dustin asks.

“Yeah, he ordered Somewhere In Time two weeks ago, and paid for it, he’ll probably come and collect it today or tomorrow.” You say as you turn the monitor to the kids, who stare with awe at the amount of data collected.

“You keep track of him?” Mike asks, accusing you of something.

“What? No.” You spit back at him. “I’m just good at my job.” You say as you stick your tongue out at him. “You could get him some uh… Black Sabbath, y’know?” You ask as the two little kids nod at you. You take a second to run to the back of the store and grab some of the ones that you still had to restock. “So one Seventh Star to go.” You say as you hand it to them, who look incredibly nervous now. “What? I can give you guys more options if your not-”

They cut you off as they snatch the tape out of your hands and throw the bill at you as they run out of the store.

“Who raised you?” You ask more to yourself than anyone else, as you're left there, in awe and shock, looking at Steve for some answers.

“Your boy just got in.” He says as he nods to him, who was heading to the hard-rock section. “See ya!” He says as he runs to reach the little kids.

You’re left alone and feeling completely speechless. Asking yourself a million questions about what has just really happened, but too focused on getting your job actually done, even if you were just distracted.

So you recovered the box in the back with everything that you had to restock, being interrupted by a soft smiling Eddie standing at the counter, tapping along at the song that’s playing in the background.

“Hey Eddie.” You salute him, shyly, leaving the box on the counter.

“Hey stranger.” He said back, a smile growing bigger.

“I’ve got your tape, hold on.” You say as you look for it on your shelf.

“No rush.” He says, locking his eyes in you, watching patiently as you head back, and he really was looking at every detail of you, from the way that you walk to the way that your hair moved as you did so. He was blushing now.

When you come back with it, you find him with the photo that Steve had in his hand, smiling as he looks at it, looking back at a very flustered you.

“Oh…” Is the only thing that you manage to say.

“You look good…” He mutters, with a whisper of a voice.

“I um… thanks!” You answer, not really sure what to do next. So you leave the tape down and uncover the rest of the photos. “I took some of you and… Robin, well, the tall girl that was with me also took some and uh well… Wasn’t gonna really show them to you ‘cause they're kinda bad but-” He cuts your rambling with a chuckle as he looks at all of them.

He’s smiling with his teeth, blushing and stroking them softly, his ring decorated fingers passing through them.

“They are good. You make me look amazing.” He praises you.

“Well, you are.” You say before realizing what you were actually saying.

Once you did, your face was warmer and for sure showing colors.

He smiles and you do the same, with a soft laugh as your eyes lock once again, his body resting completely on the counter now, dreamily looking at you, back and forth between your eyes and your lips.

“Thank you…” He says, grabbing the tape. A moment of silence, not awkward but comfortable, is shared between the two of you. “What is… what’s this song?” He asks, and you're left in shock.

“You gotta know T.Rex…” You say back to him, as you see how he shyly moves his head no, burying his face in his hands in shame. “Eddie!”

“I’m sorry! I don’t…” He says back at you, biting his lower lip.

“Oh come on… D’you know, Jeepster?” No he lets you know. “Okay, how about um…Sinister Purpose by Creedence Clearwater Revival?” No again. “Jesus… Led? You know Led Zeppelin?”

“Yeah, I know them.” You sigh in relief.

“Dazed and Confused?” You ask him, it being your favourite song.

“I kinda feel like that, yeah.” The palm of your hand reaches your face in frustration.

“It’s a song…” You whisper, as you chuckle and he laughs as he apologises. “My favourite actually.”

“Then I’m sure it’s a good one.”

“That’s not enough!” You let him know, flustered in all kinds of ways. “D’you know what, I’ll make you a tape, so you can actually know them, and maybe you’ll like them.” You say as you get lost in him for a second too long.

“Okay then, but, you’ll listen to it with me.”

“Okay, sure.”

“Grate, pick you up tomorrow when you close.” He says as he leaves with the new Iron Maiden tape under his hand.

And it suddenly dawns on you, that did sound like a date.

Finally, the last lady left the store.

And the usual relief that you were used to feel when closing time came around, became a weird excitement.

So, as a distraction or a routine, you did what you usually did once you were left to your own devices. Change the sign to closed, dial the volume up, and sing at the top of your lungs as you sweep the shop.

You would normally have to do inventory and whatnot, but your co-worker Carla had already, she even closed the register, begging you to let her go early because she had a hot date. Of course you said yes, not wanting to tell her that you might have one too.

Because, as usual, you were looking at Eddie’s proposition practically.

You had gifted him a Deep Purple Patch, so he was nice to you at the party.

You had given him a tape and he invited you to see him in The Hideout. (And bought you a beer)

You had offered to make him a tape with your favourite songs and he said he wanted you there when he heard them.

So technically, he was just being nice.

But then again, people that are just friends don’t really do things he did.

Steve and you were just friends, and he never drank from your cup. Eddie did.

Robin and you were just friends, and she had never blushed when you complimented her. Eddie did.

Steve and you were just friends, and he never made you blush so much your face became like a tomato. Eddie did.

You grew frustrated of making stupid lists in your head, so you really tried to focus on what you were actually doing, to little to no use.

So you focused on the lyrics, mumbling along them, screaming the occasional phrase that you enjoyed, dancing around and using the broom as if it were your personal microphone stand.

So when you heard a little laugh, you jumped, almost falling to the ground. Broom touching it.

Eddie had sneaked in, and had surely enjoyed the little show you had going on, dancing around not really caring, and he laid there, standing close to the entrance door smiling at you.

“Sorry!” He said, with an apologetic gesture. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s alright! I was just um…”

“Dancing” He finishes, resting his weight on a shelf, arms crossed in his chest, looking you up and down as you squad down to retrieve the fallen object. You nod with your cheeks pink, not really knowing what to say next, a comfortable silence, broken by his voice once again. “You need help?”

“Oh, um.. no don’t worry, it’s just this corner I’ve got left.” You say to him, really trying not to get distracted by the way his arms look, tensed up, with his veins showing as his sleeves got caught up in his upper forearms. “I do have to go backdoor and grab my coat but it’s a second.” You say, as you smile wilde at him. He nods as he starts walking to the counter.

“I got it.” He says. Before you can tell him not to bother, he’s already in the back rummaging through as you hear him humming to himself.

You try to finish your work before he gets out, and for whatever reason, maybe he’s distracted by the amount of unreleased material you guard, or maybe in a more mundane manner, he is just truly admiring your jacket, and picturing you wearing as he has seen multiple times from afar, he does just that, finding you in the back of the counter, turning the computer off and turning the stereo off, making sure you were missing nothing.

His hands travel to your waist, squeezing it softly, his cold hands in contact with your warm skin, you feel the tingle that the goosebumps leave your skin, electricity flying between both of you.

You turn around surprised, almost tripping over him in a flustered reaction, you let out a soft moan that escapes your soft lips. He smirks as he sees you, close to his body, and your chest agitated, in contrast to his calm demeanor.

“Your jacket” He whispers, lips to your ear as you turn to look at him, before you’re locking eyes to one another.

“Th-thanks.” You manage to say, not knowing how to ask, being this close to him.

If you were being honest, you had pictured his home a million times, each of it different to the last one, but you would have never guessed just how perfect it was for him.

A small trailer, fit with the strangest things that suited him.

A collection of mugs lives in the walls of the entrance, decorating the yellow walls, T.V turned off.

You were focused on the, each one different to the next, they didn’t seem to be in any particular order, but in an organized chaos that fitted him in an incredible manner.

“Those are Wayne’s mugs.” He says, as he watches you with a smirk in his face, as you admire them.

“They’re fun. I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many mugs together.” He laughs as he looks at you once again, his sight lost in your figure and the way your body moves, standing finally in his living room.

You fidget with the tape as you look around, not sure where to sit or where to go, your body relaxes as you see him come closer to you, beer in hand offering it to you.

You nod as you take it, happy for the drink, excited for the company.

“If you wanna, I can bring the stereo here, I usually keep it in my room ‘cus Wayne finds it annoying but…” He shakes his head as he’s rumbling, eyes moving back, from the floor to you. “Whatever you find more comfortable I don’t wanna uh…” You smile back at him, relating to his rumbling.

You find that he’s not as intimidating as he shows to the world, you see his soft side, not really wanting to really push you into anything that would make you feel slightly uncomfortable or awkward or whatever that is the contrary of safe.

So you nod, as you lock eyes.

“I’m sure it's heavy, we can just go there, door open…” You say, letting him know your boundary for tonight.

He guides you to his room, an organized mess lies before you. A big hand-sprayed Corroded Coffin banner hanging from one wall, multiple posters, some you recognized from your own walls at work, some laid in your own room, a desk full of various things, from ashtrays (full and almost empty in rotation), to a mechanic’s manual lay around.

“Kinda messy, sorry…” He says, as he catches you looking around, amazed.

“No, actually… Kinda pictured you in a room like this.” You replay, playing with the tape in between your fingers, tapping it nervously.

Looking down at it, you realize you clearly had a favourite band. Side A being filled with different bands, while the whole of Side B is just filled exclusively with Led Zeppelin.

You're getting embarrassed that he might hate it.

“You okay?” He asks as he notices you, frozen in the spot, looking down at the mixtape.

“Uh, yeah… Sorry… Just realized this might be shit.” You say, apologetically, raising your shoulders up.

He moves his head no as he smiles at you, approaching as his teeth show, hair brushing his cheeks.

“You’re overthinking.” He says, touching your fingers as he grabs the tape, spending more time than he needed to in doing so, enjoying your touch and the warmth you leave in his skin.

The closeness doesn’t make you nervous, or produces butterflies, it actually calms you down. You feel as if he is a safe-space, not a reason for your anxiety to run through, and as you realize this, you can’t help your lips to widen your smile, eyes locked in his touch.

“Is this one of yours?” He asks as he flips the tape, the cover was one of the photos you took on his gig. Him. Standing in all his glory. Low cut black shirt framing his torso, tattoos poking out. His eyes looking directly at the camera, directly at you. As he smiles, guitar in his hand.

“Yeah, thought you might like it…” You see as he nods, a pink colour creeping in his cheeks.

“You really make me look like a Rockstar…” He whispers back, as he moves to the stereo, and you clock three various sized amps in his room, so you giggle a little at the sight of them, he turns to you, tape still in his hand. “What?” He asks with glee in his face.

“Am I gonna go deaf with…?” You ask as you point to them, he shakes his head no as he looks at them, chuckling as he does so.

“Ah, no… No. They’re ah, one’s for the gigs, the big one is. The middle one has something that’s broken inside but it makes this cool reverb effect so we sometimes use it when we’re messing around, y’know.” He begins to explain, excitedly as he points and walks over to each one of them, smiling brightly at you. “And this little boy is the one that I actually use for the stereo. I mean it's smaller but it sounds amazing…” He says as he slaps it with a familiarity of having done this a thousand times. Maybe when it doesn’t work that well you think.

So you nod, as you take a sip of the beer, sitting down in his bed, comfortable sheets to your touch.

Sinister Purpose filled the room.

The bass line that you adored made you move your head up and down at a very surprised yet attentive Eddie. You could see how his brain was centered in the lyrics as his hand tapped along his tight, mimicking what accords were being used.

And you did what you could never help yourself to stop. You whispered the words, coming in and out of song, enjoying it, maybe a little too much.

“Sinister Purpose…Knocking at your door… Come and take my hand…” You continued as it was finishing. Enjoying the final riff, relaxing into his bed, taking another sip. He walked right where you were. Sitting next to you, clinging the bottles before he sips his own.

“Not my usual, but it's a fun one.” He says, as you smile at him, nodding to his words.

“I know but shuush, T.Rex’s coming!” You say excitedly. Tapping your hands to the rhythm

Jeepster was now playing, and you used your beer bottle as if it were a mic, fooling around making him laugh, once he learned the chorus, he would match your words, messing around with you. Swinging both of your heads, laughter filling the room.

He didn’t know the first part of the verse, so he would shut up, looking, or in a better match of words, adoring you as you delight him.

“The wild winds blow… upon your frozen cheeks… The way you flip your hip… it always makes me weak!” You start, and you see him smiling, as he mumbles the next lyrics, not really following along with the rhythm, even if your ring is marking it against the glass bottle.

“‘Cos you’re my baby… ‘cos you’re my love… Oh girl I’m just a jeepster for your love.” Laughter and giggles coming from both of you, truly enjoying the moment, teasing one another, really meaning what you were singing even if the other was obvious to it.

As the song was drawing to a finish, he started to give you his review.

“It’s a really dovey-lovey song, isn’t it?” He said, with his eyebrows raised, locking his eyes on you, hand resting in your lap.

“Well, yeah. But it’s catchy. You were singing it!” You contradict his words by nudging him in his chest. As you do so you realize how truly close he is. His thigh was almost touching yours, yet his hand rested in it, electricity escaping from it. Your chests were in each others direction, eyes locked, undivided attention and, why not say it, adoration, clear for one another. “Besides, I am like that…”

Your eyes darting away from him, looking down at your beer. Nervousness of having him close, or maybe to open up, you decide to take another big mouthful of it.

“What do you mean-” You interrupt him.

“Oh, I think you’ll really like this one!” You say excited.

Children of the Revolution starts slowly.

And you see him tapping along on your thigh, as he's enamoured by the atmosphere that the bass and guitar create. His eyes locked on the amp.

“That…” He whispers as Marc Bolan’s voice fills the room. “Is awesome.” He finishes as he looks back at you.

“Yeah, kinda reminded me of you, y’know…” You whisper as you play with the paper tag of the bottle, sowly peeling it off. “They won’t fool you, children of the revolution…” you smile as you so slightly twist the lyrics to fit him, and he shyly smiles in return, his teeth showing. A soft giggle escaping his lips, his body relaxing more, touching yours now.

“You��” He doesn’t find the right words for everything he would like to say, so he resigns with letting his thumb stroke your thigh in a repetitive pattern.

It’s not only goosebumps, or warmth or electricity this time. But a sense that his hands belong in your body that fills you up.

No words needed, you are aware that you both feel the same way.

The Chain starts playing softly, and you see him smiling now.

“Well, that one reminds me of you…” He says, looking at your eyes, though his flicker to your lips for just a moment.

“They hated each other when they wrote it.” You replay, absentmindedly, whispering.

“Well, I could never hate you…” He whispers back. His hand stopping the repetitive stroking pattern, frozen in place, fear in his eyes that you could ever think that.

“Good…” You say, placing a lock of hair away from his face, touching it ever so slightly. “I wouldn’t-” He cuts you off.

“I know.” He finishes, as he guides your body to his chest. A warm embrace shared between the both of you, your heart beating louder and faster in anticipation to everything you wanna say and do to him, but you are trapped under his weight. Enjoying the way he holds you, just as nervous as you are, you feel he is. A private moment, an intimate one at that.

The tape clicks. Pulling you both away from the moment. Demanding a turn to its other side, so he breaks the hug, standing up as he readjusts his pants, your eyes following his hand and his movement. Staring at him, all of him.

Finally, your favorite song starts filling the room, and as Dazed And Confused starts, you see him smiling.

The suggestive bass line moves him to extend his hand to you, and you naturally accept it.

Robert Plant truly feels like he’s whispering in both of your ears, as you begin to slow dance.

“Dazed and confused for so long it's not true…Wanted a woman, never bargained for you”

You feel his hands traveling to your lower back, holding you closer than ever before, smiling as he does so. Yours lost in the back of his neck, playing with his curly wilde hair.

“Can I ask you something?” He whispers into your ear, his voice shaking as he does so.

“Yeah.”

“What do you do when you meet someone you like?”

“Tryin' to love you, baby, but you go on hurtin' so…Soul of a woman was created below”

“Well, I talk, and I drink, and I make them mixtapes and free music and hope they’ll eventually like me back…” You whisper to him, moving your head away from his chest so you can look at him in his eyes, a declaration. You bite your lower lip in nervousness. “What do you do?”

“I wanna love you baby, but you do me so bad…The worst little woman I once ever had, I've got to quit you baby”

“I uhm… I go to their workplace, hope they notice me, make them laugh and invite them to my gigs and…” He can’t bring himself to finish his words. He hadn’t been looking at your eyes, but was distracted, lost in your lips.

So when he dipped down to finally close the distance, you gladly let him, finally kissing him. Not in a rush or in desperation. But in total adoration and care.

Truly in love with one another.

You spent the rest of the tape kissing as you danced together, in no rush, both of you knowing this was just the beginning to a long story.

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Congrats on the 500 followers. Your writing is great and deserves all the follows. For the prompt request could you do hug with either Mammon or Levi?

Ah, thank you, anon!

Okay since I hadn't had a request for Levi yet, this is mostly Levi, but featuring Mammon because I wanted to do him, too lol.

Thank you for participating!

GN!MC x Leviathan with prompt Hug

Warnings: none!

You were finally free of RAD for the day and you were walking home with a spring in your step. You were looking forward to playing a new video game with Leviathan that had just come out. He had skipped going to school, as usual, so you would be going straight to his room as soon as you reached the House of Lamentation.

"What're ya so happy about?" Mammon asked as he walked beside you.

You looked back at him with a smile. "The video game Levi and I have been waiting ages to play finally came out today."

Mammon frowned. "Oh yeah. Man, that means I won't see ya for days now, huh?"

You couldn't help but laugh at this. "Aww," you said. "Don't worry, I'll still be sure to make time for you."

You had reached the house now and both of you entered through the front door.

"Ya better make time for the Great Mammon!" he said, though there was a blush on his cheeks.

You tugged in into a hug, giving him a tight squeeze before letting go. "I'll see you later, I promise."

Before Mammon had a chance to even react much to this, you were on your way to Levi's room. You could hear him spluttering behind you.

When you reached Levi's door, you knocked. He let you in without even bothering to ask for a password. He was clearly waiting for you, the video game in question in his hand.

"MC!" he said excitedly. "It's finally here!"

You settled in front of the TV while Levi put in the game. He came to sit beside you, each of you holding your own controller.

"Ugh, I'm so excited," you said as the opening cut scene began to play.

"Right? Look at these graphics," Levi said. "They've really gone up in quality since the last release!"

"I'm just hoping I'll be able to get the hang of the new form of game play," you said. "It looks kind of complicated."

"Don't worry about that," Levi said. "We can start on easy mode if you want. But I've heard it's pretty intuitive, so we should be able to master it quickly!"

The two of you continued discussing the game in this way as you began to play. Hours passed as you made your way through the game's many different quests and story lines.

And then you found yourselves up against a big boss that you just couldn't beat no matter how hard you tried. You had been attempting to defeat it for ages. At one point you left Levi to tackle it alone so you could get some food and drinks. The two of you needed fuel to really give it your all.

After a snack break, you discussed your strategy. When you both felt ready, you picked up your controllers again and initiated the boss fight.

It was as difficult as ever, but you felt prepared this time. The two of you worked together effortlessly, having mastered the technique you were using.

And then you watched, eyes wide, as Levi finally dealt the finishing blow to the boss.

"We did it!" you cheered. "We finally did it!"

You put down your controller and flung your arms around Levi, laughing happily.

Levi just barely managed to catch you, but he wasn't able to prevent the both of you from toppling over sideways.

Now you were sprawled on top of him, still laughing, while he was blushing furiously and no longer capable of thought.

You sat up, knowing you would need to give him some space if you wanted Levi to function properly again.

You smiled at him as he righted himself, covering his face to hide his blush, which was not receding.

You took his hands away from his face and held them. "We did it. Good job, Levi."

"Th-thanks, MC!" He was still blushing, but he managed to look you in the eye. "I couldn't have done it without you."

You wrapped your arms around him, hugging him close. It was a slow move, so he'd seen it coming this time. Instead of freezing, he actually returned the embrace, holding you close. The two of you sat that way for some time, content to simply share a comforting hug before jumping back in to the game.

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truths33k3r4 · 1 month

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CHAPTER 24 - Hard Words to Swallow

It had been a regular mission.

Not even the kick-butt kind, but a treasure hunt; Picking up a few trinkets from the scrapyard for one of Don’s stupid inventions.

The goal was simple:

Retrieve the junk, maybe stop to get pizza, then head home.

How could his brothers mess up something so easy.

Leo, for once in his frickin life, didn’t even make a plan to follow.

“ Ok, you guys can do this- " The eldest stated mostly to himself, " Raph, keep an eye out at all times. Remember you can't be seen- and Don.. Keep an eye on Raph. “

Mikey watched from the couch as Don slung a satchel over his head, securing it on his freckled shoulder. Raph grabbed his twin sais and twirled them in his fingers, like a total showoff, before smoothly clicking them into place by the magnets on his belt. His crimson clad brother rolled his eyes and pushed Don through the door.

“ Yeah- yeah- Be careful. Don’t get caught. Don’t die… Sheesh man, you’re starting to sound like Sensei… “

Mikey shot up swinging his arms in the air wildly.

“ - And don’t you dare eat all the pizza!!! “

Had Mikey known these would be his last words to his brothers, he would've chosen them far more wisely.

Mikey had been waiting for hours. His foot tapped on the ground faster and faster as anticipation took over him. His hands held one of the brothers’ many prized comic books, but his eyes would constantly shift to the main entrance of the lair. He specifically had chosen Raphael’s favorite comic to read knowing full-well, ( and counting on ), the fact that his brother would completely lose his top at just the thought of Mikey touching his mint-condition, extremely rare Sumo Wrestlers comic.

It will be legendary.

Mikey made sure to keep his phone at the ready by his side. He had even practiced the motions of grabbing his phone, clicking a few buttons, and taking a photo. He had to be ready. Once Raph saw what he was doing- there was only one chance to snag a pic before Mikey had to start running for his life.

Like he said. Legendary.

Eventually, after Mikey finished re- re- re- reading Raph’s prized comic, Leo had walked into the Living Room. His eyes were a bit more tense than usual as he paced up and down the carpet on the stairs to the lair’s entrance.

“ Where the heck are they?? This is way past their curfew… “

Mikey groggily lifted his head from the way past boring comic.

“... Huh?.. “

Leo turned to his youngest brother with a ‘ Haven’t you been paying attention? ‘ look. Mikey shrugged. Leo sighed as he dropped his shoulders. Classic.

“ Mikey, it’s been hours. And they still aren’t back yet. “

Leo raised his eyebrows expectantly hoping Mikey would catch on to what he was saying.

His youngest brother just stared with drooping eyes. A yawn caused his arms to rise into the air as he stretched, releasing a relaxed sigh as he fell back into the soft cushions.

“.. So…. no pizza then?... “

“ Mikey! This is serious! They should’ve checked in by now.. A text- a call- something.”

Leo began scrolling through all his messages after swiping his phone from the back pocket of his shell.

“.. There’s been nothing but radio silence since they left…..

..I never should have let them go off on their own, maybe they weren’t ready.. “

Mikey watched the oldest’s ice blue eyes dart through the texts. His brother’s shoulders continued to raise in a defensive position.

If he keeps this up, he’ll have a stress chasm in three seconds flat…

Mikey groaned as he lifted his back away from the cushions, and then proceeded to flip backwards over the rim of the couch, landing perfectly on his right leg with his arms held out.

Well. Almost..

A deep ache reawakened in his ankle by the force of his landing. He yelped as his hands shot down from their position in the air, wrapping around the slowly darkening area. Without his arms to keep balance, and the pain stealing every brain cell’s attention that he had left, he quickly found himself watching the ground get closer and closer.

I. Am. So. Dead.

As he hit the floor, his ears picked up the sound of rapidly progressing footsteps.

I’m dead- I’m DEAD- I’m SOOOO DEAD.

Mikey twitched a little at the sensation of his brother’s freezing cold hands touching his arms.

SERIOUSLY, what’s with doctors always having ice cubes for hands?!?!

“ Mikey! What were you thinking?!?! “

The youngest brother was kinda too busy to answer, as his ankle faded from a vibrant green to a greyish blue.

MAN ALIVE I forgot how much this hurt.

The younger turtle lifted his head from his plastron the tiniest bit, and gave a strained,

“....Ouch…. “

Leo sighed and nodded his head back and forth as he rubbed his brothers’ shell.

“.. How bad? “

Mikey tried to move his foot.

Mikey never should have tried to move his foot.

Leo flinched as his brother choked out a sharp gasp, clutching his ankle tighter.

“.. Ok! Ok- don’t move it!.. Let me help you up. “

The oldest didn’t hesitate as he lifted Mikey up bridal style, and walked to the couch. Even with all the pain making a mess of his brain, Mikey still put a few brain cells to work wondering how Leo can hold him so easily, even after eating three pizzas, six corndogs, and eight.. no, nine donuts today.

Being carried was so.. normal for Mikey. Almost as normal as his daily squabbles with Raph. Maybe it was just his right as the youngest. He was the cutest and most lovable out of his brothers, hands down. For as long as he could remember, no one has been able to resist his big beautiful blue eyes, so getting carried everywhere was always in the bag. There was a soothing comfort he always felt as he was being carried. His brothers’ plastrons were always so warm as they held him close, and even now at thirteen years old, he had to resist the urge to nuzzle his nose underneath their necks. When he turned eleven, he was told that he was too old for that. Sooo apparently, you shouldn’t like being warm and comfortable when you become a teen. Nice wisdom there, Raph.

Mikey was brought out of his thoughts as Leo gently placed him down onto the couch.

“ ..Can’t believe… stinkin’ one legged flip- “ the eldest mumbled to himself as he carefully placed one of the fluffiest pillows underneath Mikey’s foot.

Mikey lifted his head as Leo got up and began walking to the kitchen.

“ Don’t. Move. “ The eldest called out with a pointed finger raised as he speedwalked to the fridge.

Mikey could hear the sounds of the freezer door being opened, and then some scratchy movements of some kind of bag. More footsteps followed, getting louder and louder as Leo returned to his brother’s side.

Cold. Cold. Cold. Cold. ~

Mikey couldn’t hold back the shiver that tensed his body as a bag of frozen broccoli was placed on his ankle. It didn’t feel.. amazing, but he knew it would help with the swelling. Been there, done that.

“ How does that feel? “ Leo asked, as he comfortingly rubbed Mikey’s right knee.

“ Not…very… good.. “ Mikey squeezed out, as his teeth started chattering from the cold.

Leo gave a sympathetic smile as he turned around to grab the thick afghan folded underneath the coffee table.

“ Well.. that means it’s working.. “

Mikey let out a contented sigh as the warmth of the blanket enveloped his shivering body. His ankle still hurt, and the stinkin broccoli was still freezing, but the blanket really helped. As always, Leo knew what he was doing.

Another sigh was heard in the room as Leo joined his brother on the couch. Since Mikey was laying down though, Leo made sure to leave him enough space to still be comfortable. This left Leo propping himself up on the arm of the couch, twisting and shifting until he could balance properly. Mikey failed to hold in a laugh as his brother awkwardly flapped his arms as he nearly fell off the small bit of furniture.

“ Heheh.. Here, dude. “

Mikey carefully hunched over and grabbed the fluffy pillow beneath his ankle, moving it to the coffee table standing in front of the couch. He then let out a slight hiss as he turned and placed his injured ankle back on the pillow, resulting in a quick look of concern from his anxious brother.

With a smile, Mikey patted the empty cushion on his left. Leo gave a tired grin back as he let himself fall off the inner edge of the couch’s arm, plopping down at Mikey’s side.

“ Thanks, little bro. “

“ No probs. “

Leo’s posture changed from chill and relaxed to alert and worried in a second as he switched back to “ doc mode “.

“ What were you thinking, Mikey? You know its sensitive. You gotta be more careful. “

The youngest’s smile faded as a look of guilt subtly washed over his face.

“ I’m fine… “ he mumbled as he began picking at the breaking seams of the couch’s stitching.

Those two little words not only annoyed Leonardo, but also caused him to switch to his worst mode in times like this:

LEADER MODE.

“ Eh- Eh- Eh. None of that- “ the oldest scolded, waving the same pointed finger as earlier, “ Don’t give me any of that. I gave you orders to take it easy. It’s only been a few days since you twisted it last week. Do you call THIS- “ Leo gestured to all of Mikey, “ ..taking it easy?? “

Mikey started to open his mouth, but the eldest continued.

“- Remember what Sensei tells you. You call this being a good steward of your body?? “

Mikey’s guilty expression morphed into one he never wore. One his brothers and Sensei rarely ever saw.

“.. When was the last time you ate. “ He spoke without blinking. His eyes were glazed over with a film of bitterness as his words burned into Leo like the defensive rays of the sun.

Silence.

Yeah, not so talkative now, are you..

“.. I.. was busy. “ Leo whispered, as his whole body tensed.

“ - Oh COME ON,DUDE!! “ Mikey shouted, making Leo minisculely flinch, “ That’s bogus and you know it. It’s my job to do the dishes this week- I memorize the colors of everyone’s plates. Yours is always the black one with blue rims. You picked that one since you were a kid. I never have to wash it. It’s always all NEAT and CLEAN and stacked in the cupboard. “

Leo’s expression twisted as his guilt grew.

“ The only thing I’ve seen you take a bite out of this week was my bubblegum and jalapeno pizza. And you hacked it up immediately. “

“ Oh come on!! Did you even taste that thing??? “ Leo half-heartedly chuckled, hoping that adding a joke or insulting Mikey’s cooking would distract his youngest brother.

For once, Mikey wasn’t in the mood for games.

“ -STUFF IT IN YOUR CRUST, LEO. “ The youngest growled, “ You. Aren’t. Eating. Admit it! “

“ I’m just not hungry. “ Leo shrugged as he edged closer to the arm of the couch.

“ Admit it. “

“ I have too much to do- “ The eldest's eyes strayed from Mikey's.

“ ADMIT IT. “ Mikey over-emphasized every syllable.

Leo threw his hands up in the air as he yanked himself off the couch.

“ - OK SO WHAT???!!? I don’t eat sometimes, SO THE FRICK WHAT?? “

Mikey’s glare remained steadfast and unmoving as he peered into Leo’s constricted pupils.

“.. You call that being a good steward? “ Mikey spat.

Leo’s face fell, flashing from guilt, to shame, to stubbornness.

Silence swept over the Living Room once again. But this time it didn’t carry any peace or relaxation with it. A deep weight pressed down on the two brothers, almost as if they were sinking into the ocean’s depths. Neither spoke a word as they choked and drowned in the silence.

[ BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! ]

Leo’s movements froze as the whole lair was bathed in a bright, flashing red. Mikey’s eyes darted from his phone to Leo’s face. The youngest could feel his heartbeat begin to quicken as he saw nothing but terror and anxiety flood through his brother’s expression.

The sensation of the frozen bag settled on Mikey’s ankle couldn’t even compare to the frigid crystals of realization growing in his heart.

The Emergency alarm continued to scream its horrible song, replacing the somber emptiness with a shrilling crescendo.

... No…

That's it for this chapter. :) The art piece took FOREVER to get right, but I'm very happy with how it turned out. :) This was my first FULL FLASHBACK chapter, so it was interesting figuring out some things like pre-tense or past-tense or present-tense.. But thanks to some help from @poetique823, I think it turned out great! :)

Thanks for your help, Poet!! :)

To God be the glory!

~ Melissa

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isaut · 8 months

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𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒕 𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒊𝒔— part of of 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆. (a southern au)

kazuha falls in love with a new girl every week. he’s having a repeat week because venus is in retrograde. kazuha isn’t allowed to drink in this au either. just some fun with dialogue.

“i fear ive fallen in love again,” kazuha bemoans. he rests his head in his hands, shaking it slightly. “if only love would release her cruel grip on me.”

the evening is winding down, most have gone home from the lake party. only kazuha and beidou sit on the dock, the calmness of nature echoing.

beidou frowns slightly, reaching over and shaking his can of beer. it’s still mostly full. “who is it this time?”

“an old flame,” kazuha sighs, “im afraid not even the tears from our parting could quench the flame. nor a swim in the lake.”

“how about the rest of your beer?” beidou asks.

kazuha places his hand on his heart. he watches as the lightning bugs flicker in and out of the twilight. “it would only make it worse, and it will consume me.”

“who are you hung up on?” beidou asks.

“[first],” kazuha sighs, closing his eyes. he quickly opening them again. “i should call them, don’t you think?”

beidou speaks into the mouth of her own can of beer. “uh, no. i don’t think so. you really fucked her up.”

kazuha groans. “and would it not be a perfect moment to atone? to apologize for my wrong doings?”

“if you want to end the evening by being cussed out to hell and back, sure. but i don’t think you’ll win ‘em back that quickly.”

“i’ll remind her… that her eyes are like stars, her smile radiant like the sun, her aura confused with the moonlight—“

“kazuha,” beidou interrupts, placing a hand on his shoulder. “you know i love you right.”

kazuha slowly opens his eyes. “i’m aware. i, too, care deeply for you.”

“you tell every girl that spiel. d’ha think it’s going to work again.”

“but i mean it this time,” kazuha sighs. “if you really loved me, really cared for the well being of my love life, you’d grab my phone for me with their contact pulled up and ready to go.”

beidou laughs, withdrawing her hand. “let’s get inside. you need to eat somethin’ before bed.”

“what i really need to eat—“

“yeah, no. there are croissants and peanut butter inside and you can scavenge for something.”

beidou offers kazuha her hand to help him stand. only after a moment does he take it, swaying once before righting himself. “do you think there are leftover hot dogs?”

“i’m sure there are,” beidou says, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and leading him indoors.

“i haven’t forgotten about [first], by the way,” kazuha says. “i’m going to make a hot dog and then call her.”

#for all my kazuha lovers x #library #southern au #kazuha x reader

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Home with you Luffy x Oc (Modern)

Nicknames included are Lu and Je, which you can always relace with your own name, since nothing else is mentioned. This is a modern AU so no Devil Fruits or Magician.

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The sun shined through the window, avoiding the silky curtains that hung before them, flawless, and directly meeting with your face. You groaned a little, snuggling more into your boyfriend of a couple months. He snored into your hair, still deeply asleep, while hugging you like a coala.

The sun didn´t vanished, instead, it only seemed to annoy you more but not your boyfriend. At one point, you couldn´t take it anymore and unwrapped your arms from him, wiggleing out of his grasp to stand up and covered the sun from your view, just enough that it won´t shine in your faces. Turning to your bed, you saw that Luffy was now hugging your pillow close, sleeping further. A tiny chuckle escaped your lips, at the sight of him before you tapped barefoot downstairs to your kitchen to make some pancakes and bacon.

Humming a song while you cooked, you jumped out of your skin as you felt arms wrapping around you before hearing a familiar chuckle, that made you relax. "Luffy! Ah, my heart" "Shishishi! Sorry Je! The scent of food woke me up", he admitted while nuzzling your neck. "Yeah? Good to know", with one hand you flipped the pancake, while the other went to his hair, messing it up, as he hummed. "Slept good?", you asked him.

He nodded eagerly, arms tightening around your waist. It was the first night you spend as a couple, more spontanous than anything

You typed away on your laptop, listening to music to get some ideas, as the bell rang. Stopping your writing, you stood up and walked to your front door, checking the camera to see your boyfriend standing there, swaying back and forth on his heels. Unlocking the door, he beamed and nearly glomped you with happiness. "JE!", he cheered and hugged you super close. "Lu! what are you doing here? It´s 11 p.m already...11?!", you were shocked when you saw the time. By all your writing you forgot the time. "I wanted to see you. You said I can always come!", he beamed and released you, hanging his jacket up and went inside.

"Of course, bub. Would you like something to drink?" "Lemonade", he let himself fall on your big couch, almost sinking inside as he relaxed, which made you chuckle as you went to your fridge to get him his soda and some leftovers from your dinner. "Here, Soda and food" "You have food for me?", he gave you puppy eyes as you stood the food on the table in front of him, nodding. "I have always leftovers because I always make too much for one person", sitting down next to him, you were directly pulled into a deep sloppy kiss. "I LOVE YOU!", he shouted with happiness, as he fell over the food, groaning in happiness with every bite.

Time passed quickly with watching TV and talking, mostly laughing until it was 2 and you began to yawn. "Tierd?" "Yeah. Sorry, my love" "No worries!...hey, can I sleep here today?" "Eh? Sure but I don´t have any clothes for you" "Ah, just sleep in boxers!...Wait...I CAN SLEEP HERE?!" "Why, yes. You´re my boyfriend. And I love and trust you so-" You swore you never saw Luffy so touched before, as he leaned in, peppering your lips over and over with tiny kisses. "Je, I love you!" "I love you, too. So much Lu" "SLEEPOVER! I sleep by you, right?" "Beware, I cuddle in my sleep", you admitted at he shined. "YES! CUDDLY GIRLFRIEND!", throwing his arms up, he beamed.

"So, I guess I wasn´t clingy?" "Nah! You were cuddlier than a pillow, and much much cuter! So So cute!", he peppered your cheek with kisses, making you laugh. "Ok ok! Following. Could you set the table?" "mmh, payment", he turned your head to him and kissed you sensual. It shocked you for a sec before you melted into it, and despite your both morning breaths, you both enjoyed it. Pulling away, he beamed and went away.

"I hope you like the pancake", you said as he froze, making you laugh. "I know you, you foodie. You just want to sneak food" "Buf thair goof" he whined with a full mouth. "Swallow, Lu. Don´t want you to chocke on pancakes"

Presenting breakfast to your hungry boyfriend, he began to drool and nearly inhaled your food, tears of happiness brimming in his eyes, as if he never ate before. "Good?" Giving you his thumbs up, you smiled and the world was well

#luffy #luffy x oc #luffy x reader #luffy x y/n #monkey d. luffy #one piece #luffy being cute #luffy being luffy #modern luffy #couple time

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circusgoth-dotcom · 3 months

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The Storyteller and The Constable

Ship: Gabriel Caradog Angevine x Ichabod Crane

Word Count: 857

Summary: Gabriel and Ichabod had quickly become allies after his dispatch to Sleepy Hollow, mostly because Gabriel had found himself instantly smitten with the man's looks and mannerisms. Unfortunately, Gabriel believed there would be an unavoidable clash regarding their histories and personalities, so he began to present himself in a way that he hoped wouldn't "scare" Ichabod off. False appearances can only last so long. CWs for suggestive themes, alcohol mentions, themes of low self-worth/esteem, brief death mentions.

Tag List: @canongf @futurewife @dudefrommywesterns

Things had changed for Gabriel Angevine since Ichabod Crane had come to Sleepy Hollow. The young constable had been sent to investigate the brutal decapitations of the father and son Van Garrett, and the Widow Winship. While this consumed most of his waking hours, he still managed to find time to procure a few allies in the misty town... Gabriel among them.

Gabriel had always been known as the town’s storyteller, a master of words... and a master of promiscuity. As he grew closer to Ichabod, he began working hard to keep particular stories out of the man’s earshot. He’d done damn well, too, considering he was now spending time aiding in the investigation instead of spinning yarns around the fireplace. He could’ve almost passed himself off as someone worthy of Ichabod’s time if it hadn’t been for those drunkards.

“Angevine, we need a good story in these trying times! Where’ve you been lately?”

“Yeah! Oh, I know a good one, somethin’ that’ll make that horseman look like a sheet ghost...”

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking, Osmund?”

“I believe I am, Daniel. Angevine, tell us about the time you shagged the Headless Horseman!”

Gabriel, who had been up to that point ignoring them and wiping down the tables in the guest house’s tavern, immediately froze. He knew Ichabod was still in the room, finishing a nightcap before retiring to his quarters. Glancing over, he saw confusion and embarrassment blooming on the poor man’s features. Gabriel stalked over to the bar and whipped the offending patrons with his towel, causing them to wince.

“I’m sure you know it by heart, nowadays, why don’t you tell it to yourselves?” He snapped before retreating to the store room behind the bar.

“What’s up with him??”

“He has been acting strangely...”

Ichabod, being a good and true friend, set aside his drink and pressed after him, excusing himself to the bartender. He found Gabriel anxiously twisting the dirty cloth in his hands, standing with his back facing him. He hadn’t realized he had been followed until Ichabod cleared his throat. He dropped the cloth on a nearby counter, taking a shuddering breath as he looked over his shoulder.

“Mr. Crane, I... you don’t need to confront me. I’d understand if you silently kept me out of the rest of your investigation.”

“Why would I do that?” His brow furrowed and his dark eyes were filled with questions. Gabriel turned fully toward him.

“Because I’m filthy. I can deny it no longer, there was no point in trying to make myself palatable for you.”

“Why would you change yourself for me??” Ichabod stepped closer.

“I liked you the instant we crossed paths, and I knew a man like you would not want to associate with a man like me, so in the hopes that I could get to know you better I ‘cleaned’ myself up.”

“And what kind of man is that?”

Gabriel scoffed. “Me or you?”

Ichabod shrugged. By his expression, Gabriel knew he was trying very hard to comprehend what was happening before him. “Both.”

Gabriel released another trembling breath, leaning back against the wooden counter. “We’re from two different worlds. You, from the city, the cobblestone, you have your pick of the harvest. Because you’re a gentleman. I, from the less developed country, the dirt, happy to take what he can get. Because what other choice do I have?”

“I think you’re m-more than that,” Ichabod rushed to get the words out of his mouth and still tripped over them, like a child running down an uneven slope. He swallowed. “You’ve shown me you’re more than that.”

“What you’ve seen of me is a farce--”

“Not completely,” Ichabod had taken Gabriel’s arms in his hands, their faces inches apart. They blushed. “Pardon me.”

“Mr. Crane.” He was lost in that woodsy gaze, the eyes of a fawn or a hard-working steed. Their chests heaved slightly before Ichabod finally let go, backing off. He absently felt for something in his pocket.

“Is it true? That you had... relations, with the local ghost story?” His ears were pink and his lips were tight. He couldn’t look at him this time, so Gabriel shut his eyes.

“No, it’s not. Just another one of my stories. For some reason, everyone got a kick out of it, even if it was one of my most vulgar. I guess we all need to indulge in the strange every once in a while... perhaps that’s what keeps us sane,” Gabriel answered firmly. Ichabod nodded, looking relieved, though he sounded slightly hoarse when he next spoke.

“You’ll have to tell it to me sometime.”

Gabriel’s eyes flew open in surprise. “Perhaps you’re not as straight and narrow as I assumed, Mr. Crane.”

“You can call me Ichabod. I don’t mind.”

He smiled and reached for his hand. “Very well, Ichabod.”

Ichabod closed the gap, feeling the feather-light touch of Gabriel’s cool skin against his own, pockmarked from memories best forgotten. “I like you very much, Gabriel. I wouldn’t want to miss out on your company in this town, plagued by mysterious death.”

“I’m glad you’re here.”

#circus scripts #self shipping #self shipping community #safeshipping #self insert #self insert x canon #self x canon #self insert oc #oc x canon #gay self ship #trans self ship #🐦Mr. Crane🔎#🐦‍⬛📃.s/i

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euphorial-docx · 1 year

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“He remembers the sun

The sun has risen in the sky, rays of light streaming in through the open window. Regulus can breathe in the distinct smell of morning— the crisp, cool air and the green scent of dew resting on the grass. Laughing doves cooing lowly outside, acting as music for Regulus’s ears. He feels pathetic in the least pathetic way.

and the air.

Wind softly breezes past Regulus as he stands on the balcony, leaning against the railing as he peers over their villa’s vast property. He sighs out a breath of smoke, a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers. The world around him is blue with late night, but the cigarette is glowing orange.

He remembers water on his skin, hot and clinging.

The water is warm, heated by the harsh summer sun, and it’s easy to let himself drift to the pool floor. He sinks lower and lower and lower and never finds a reason to emerge again. But then hands wrap around his middle and two young men are breaking through the warm water’s surface. It breaks easy.

He remembers the creaking of the bed, the nightly whispers of a wiry frame.

“Let’s go to sleep, yeah?”

Regulus glides his thumb over James’s bottom lip. “Only if you stay.”

“As long as you want me,” echoes James, catching Regulus’s wandering hand to place a kiss on the palm.

“I want, and want, and want, and want…” Regulus murmurs as James shuffles around the bed, settling into a comfortable position on the mattress. He pulls Regulus on top of him, holding him near as Regulus rests his head upon his bare shoulder.

The living waters of the river behind them.

“Can I ask you something?” James questions as they lie in the short grass between the riverbank and an endless field.

“You can ask,” Regulus breathes out, his eyes closed as his pale skin soaks up the sunlight, “but that doesn’t mean I’ll answer.”

The halo shrouding James’s body,

“You’re glowing.”

“I’m glowing?”

“I wish you could see it,” he tells him, thumb dragging over James’s mouth. He then whispers so quietly, “‘For He will give His angels charge over you, to keep you in all your ways.’”

the shifting of walls.

Somewhere between the bedroom and the bathroom, James intertwines their hands. Regulus is glad for the comfort, the grounding nature of it, because quite frankly, he’s still paranoid that the walls will try to grab him. He does his best not to get too close to them, just in case.

The painting.

“It’s me, isn't it?” Regulus whispers, folding his arms over his chest. He forces himself to stare ahead, even when he feels Alphard’s eyes now shift to him.

“Yes, I think it is,” Alphard swiftly answers.

“I like it.” Regulus nods, biting the inside of his cheek. He can feel his eyes burning, begging to be allowed to cry. To feel. To release.

Cigarettes, hand-to-hand.

The bank’s door opens and closes. Regulus tilts his head over to spot James walking out, his friends seemingly left inside. James makes his way over to him, leaning a shoulder against the same wall. He holds out a hand, a vague gesture for the cigarette.

Hands on ivory.

The harmony begins to wane and turn solemn in a slowing rubato. To those who haven’t heard it, it would leave them wondering if the song was coming to an end, or if it would lead into another exploration. To Regulus, however, he knows its the end.

The last note lingers in the space around them as Regulus’s hands fall back into his lap, gazing down at the keys as the last of the sound emits from it.

Newsletters,

“Both,” James responds. His brown eyes flicker to Regulus so quickly that Regulus isn’t entirely sure it happened, “but mostly the newsletter.”

“What newsletter?” asks Regulus without removing his sight from James. When James meets his gaze again, this time holding it longer, Regulus hopes he hears the silent questions.

transpositions.

Regulus makes his way over to the piano and sits down behind it. It’s situated practically in the center of the room, every couch and chair able to see the instrument with ease. It makes for easy spectacle, and Regulus is almost always the spectacle.

The untouched sheet music stares back at him, lines and dots waiting to be erased and scrutinized over and over again. It’s a Ravel composition, Sonatine, M. 40: I. Modéré, that Regulus had just begun to transpose before the summer visitors arrived. He keeps getting stuck at various parts, utilizing his eraser at every stop. He’s only halfway through the transposition, and its unfinished nature discomforts him deeply.

Mille-feuille.

“What did you get?” James asks after a while, stabbing his gelato with the plastic spoon.

“Mille-feuille.”

James hums and looks down at his cup. “Yeah, I got the orange chocolate thing. I can’t tell if I like it.”

“It’s bad?”

“It’s fine.” He shrugs. “Maybe too orangey for me. Not enough chocolate.”

“Schifoso. I hate chocolate.” Regulus grimaces at the thought. He looks at James, who’s staring off at the boats tied down in front of them. “You can try mine.”

La Fontana del Nettune over his shoulder.

Regulus is sitting on the low steps of the water fountain, the statue of Neptune with his trident looming behind him as they both watch the adolescents mill about around them. Regulus has a cigarette in his mouth in a failing attempt to discourage his flaring jealousy at what he sees.

James is dancing with a girl Regulus has never met. Her boyfriend’s red fiat is poorly parked in the piazza of downtown Trieste, “Lola” by The Kinks is blaring out of the vehicle’s stereo and it’s got many people dancing. Regulus rationally knows that the girl having a very nearby boyfriend should allow him to relax, but it doesn’t. He’ll never be relaxed until he’s that one that is close to James.

What makes Regulus even more frustrated is that James clearly doesn’t view the girl in any way. As he spins her around and boasts the lyrics with her, James keeps looking at Regulus where he sits a few feet away. He looks at Regulus and he smiles. He looks at Regulus and purposefully dances so terribly that Regulus almost laughs. James only has eyes for Regulus, but still Regulus is unsatisfied.

“The Second Elegy.”

“I see you’ve discovered Rainer Maria Rilke. ‘The Second Elegy,’ isn’t it?”

“It is.” James nods. “Do you like it?”

“I prefer ‘The Ninth Elegy,’ personally. I didn’t relate much to the second.”

“I notice your use of the past tense. Do you relate to it now?” James asks, a hint of teasing underlying his words. “I mean, it’s about love, right? It only uses the word ‘lover’ maybe a dozen times. I wonder what could make you relate now.”

“Yeah, I wonder,” Regulus replies just as teasingly.

Holding and being held.

“I don’t want you to go,” Regulus whispers, his voice cracking, and it sounds hideously broken. It sounds weak. It sounds like everything he is, and he hates everything that he is in this moment.

James doesn’t say anything, but he does move his hand from Regulus’s hair to press it against his back, bringing him nearer. It will never be enough, the pulling. No matter how much James pulls him in, Regulus will never feel close enough. There will always be an impossible distance.

Locked doors.

As Regulus walks around the bed, his eyes find the door handle. James didn’t lock it. Regulus freezes for a moment, standing still as he contemplates locking it himself. The chill of anxiety slithers up his spine, quickly dismantling that line of thinking. He continues on to the bed.

The window is open. The sound of waves.”

Regulus breathes in, he breathes out, and he gives the car life again. He rolls the windows down as the engine carries him down the lonely path. Wind blows past his ears and he thinks it sounds like the ocean.

This is the waves.

#slight reference to the smiths #fic: ogni parte è viva (every part is alive)

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diapereddarling · 17 days

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Hello! It's me, from your notifications! Do you have a summary of your story anywhere? I went through a few character tags, but didn't find one. Also, I love that Damian is disabled but still gets to dress up all fancy. I didn't realize how rare it is to see that.

Hihi :D! I don't really have a story summary yet as a lot is still in planning and it's very wip BUT I can give you some links in semi chronological order of what I have got and also gush about it here!

aaa I'm so glad you like Dorian and how I present him >u< full disclaimer, I myself am a physically abled person. I'm trying my best to write and present him as respectfully as I can with a lot of research and opinions of friends in similar states of disability- but I may be ham fisted or get things wrong, so to anyone who reads this, please let me know if I fuck up somewhere. I'd rather be told I did something wrong or presented something disrespectfully than have people be uncomfortable in silence about it. DISCLAIMER OUT OF THE WAY- Yeah I noticed like, a lot of disabled characters ( be it physical or mental ) don't really get presented as if they like dressing up or looking nice- particularly after trying to look up more disability friendly ways Dorian would probably use. It Sucks lol. At least from the people with mental disabilities side of it where I sit, I can say that ain't true of everyone at all. It's just harder.

ANYWAYS, SUMARY OF POSTS AND STORY RAMBLING

So you can find some character reference stuff from this post here with picrew images- they were mainly so I could get a general idea of the main cast without physically having to draw them quickly

The story so far

The first post chronologically would be this one, as it talks about what happened to Dorian specifically. A bit about his home life, his parents, his neighbour and how he was released from said situation. I'm currently working on figuring out what the antagonist of this section's ties were to which god- but my main goal was to make it feel realistic at first before involving mythos with it. CW: : Stalking, kidnapping, delusions (involving pseudo incest thoughts ), (spinal) injury

After the incident, Dorian was hospital bound for a While. He'd been given a spinal injury, he was severely traumatised and could not be trusted to look after himself after all that yet because he was 6 months into being 18 when Mayline's life time of stalking came to a head. Even with rehabilitation efforts alone, the stint in hospital would've been a long one but then there was also the mental hurdles too. You can read some of that experience here. CW: medical setting, reactions to trauma, involuntary wetting and messing mention, a character being forcibly restrained in a non sexual way and trying to come to terms with mobility loss.

So while he was trying to adjust to his new normal there were a lot of things he would try to do to feel as if his life hadn't drastically changed ( it had, it's unfair that it happened but it is fine that it is now his life. Period of adjustment and all. ) He waited until Mayline's trail had been dealt with to carry on with education because, well. He's scared of her. He wants to know what's going to happen with her before he tried anything. During that time he read a lot, basically exposure therapying himself to the dark stories and stuff he enjoyed before because he didn't want to lose something that he felt made up so much of his identity. It almost definitely wasn't healthy but that is how he dealt with it.

After about a year or two, he decided he wanted to give further education a try. Since he was a kid he wanted to be a baker- he knew at least at the moment it was a pipe dream, mostly because of the various conditions that he has making said environment pretty dangerous. But he wanted to try.

While doing his culinary course, he met Leia. They didn't initially interact that much- very different aesthetics and very different circles. But Leia's a very intense and bubbly lass- so when she saw Dorian reading a book that she'd also wanted to read; there was basically no hesitation in her running up to him to chatter about the book. They became fast friends after that. Becoming friends with Leia helped him a lot in all honesty- Dorian was kind of Terrified of women after the incident ( and felt awful for it ) especially if they shared features with Mayline ( Blonde hair, blue eyes ect ), so Leia being both a woman and having blonde hair helped bring him out of it some what.

Dorian met Steven during the middle of his second year. It was when he decided to get his first tattoo ( the one on his thigh ) and Steven was apprenticing as a tattoo artist at the time. It's kind of difficult to not talk at least a little while going through the pretty long process of being tattooed and they ended up just getting along really well and meshing super well so just continued to meet up when they could because they enjoyed each others company.

Dorian also met Stevens current partner at the time, Charlie. They were all pretty friendly with each other though romantically, Charlie and Steven only lasted about 8 months. They broke it off mutually agreeing they'd be better friends and actually did become much closer as a platonic bestfriends rather than romantic partners. Charlies cool, he helped Dorian solder spikes to the rims of the wheels on his wheelchair to force people to stop trying to get to close lmao. It was his idea.

After university Dorian realised there was no way he could safely hold down a job. The mobility issues were too much to handle in a commercial kitchen setting even without the stress induced narcolepsy. It messed with him for quite a bit.

He lived on the internet for a bit, being fond of niche gothic forums and very surprisingly, still taking interest in true crime. It might've been an interest before his kidnapping but now he just wants to try to understand what the hell was going on in Mayline's head. He met Maxine on one of these forums, they talked about gothic lit for quite a bit before exchanging socials and forming a friendship off that.

During this time Dorian and Steven also started dating- and after about a year and a half, moved in together. They have a lower floor apartment together and one day hope to get a house together. Dorian also got his two kitties, Carmilla and Poe!

While living together Steven suggested to Dorian the idea of videoing himself baking or streaming it. It was kinda him recognising Dorian was trying to get over the hurdle of not being able to do what he wanted since he was a kid but also not wanting to give up completely. It isn't perfect but it works and Dorian finds a lot of fulfilment in it. He doesn't show his face ever, understandably, so he does his best to remain more or less anonymous on the internet with these things :3

All of these characters have been touched by at least one of the gods in in some way in this universe btw. I am figuring out the semantics but ye! That's what I've got so far c:

#sorry for rambling BVGHFHGJFHJGF #this is all VERY wip #darling mumbles #darling replies #dorian nervorum #steven moore #leia jordan #charlie burton #maxine bell

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nghtwclkr · 1 month

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hi again! it's rae (she/they, 25+, cst) once again. my discord user is still available by request to whoever prefers that. anyway i'm the mun behind poe, yoosu, joaquin. this guy here is haoereum and you can find his profile over here and his pinterest right here. if you leave me a like on this post i'll come around and plot with you! if you'd like to reach out first to plot with hae here i'd ask that you either dm me on discord or im me on my main account poe since i'd like to try and keep everything in one place.

ABOUT

hae here was born the middle child of three boys, his younger brother, deul, was the star of the family or so everyone thought because he was so creative and outgoing and bright and generally loveable. eutteum was the responsible one always taking care of his younger brothers, the practical one with his feet firmly planted on the ground. by contrast hae was the brother who struggled with severe anxiety and either had his head in the clouds or his nose in a book.

no one ever really made hae feel badly about these things but even though he was just as artistic as deul most people thought if there was going to be a celebrity in the family it would be deul. however it was haeoreum who got scouted at age 13, at of all places his school talent show. haeoreum loved singing and dancing but he'd never thought about being an idol so it took him some time before he decided to accept the casting offer.

he moved to seoul and became a trainee at fine music media where he trained for four years before being put in a duo with another trainee, it was originally meant to be a full group but it eventually became clear that they really shined as a duo and so it was eventually decided to just debut the two of them

2une debuted in 2015 and were very quickly loved by the public thanks to their cute and bright image, they lasted three years before it all came crashing down. see, while hae and the other boy shined as a duo they did not get along very well together and their arguments were very frequent and loud

well as it happened someone recorded one of their worse fights and released it on the internet in early 2018. it was cut in such a way that it showed haeoreum in a very unflattering light and his groupmate in a better light. netizens came down extremely hard on haeoreum and ultimately 2une disbanded and hae's contract with fine music media was cut early

to put it bluntly 2018 was truly the worst year of hae's life, he almost decided to leave the industry entirely but ended up just quietly enlisting instead

the two years that haeoreum was gone from the industry changed things though as his groupmate found himself in multiple attitude scandals basically because of this the public turned new eyes on the 2une scandal and few anonymous employees from fine media music came forward to defend hae (which yeah he was a bit annoyed that they hadn't in the past)

all this was enough that when he came out of the army he surprisingly had a few solo contract offers, he eventually took one for a relatively small label called planetairy music and his subsequent solo debut blew up

in short his life has been a series of surprises and reversals and poor haeoreum has just been kind of along for the ride

PLOT IDEAS

the other member of 2une (would have to be born before 1996). what he's doing now is up to you, however, his solo career took a massive hit in 2020 due to the narrative being reversed on him to favor haeoreum instead.

other idols that hae has promoted alongside, they're friends mostly because of proximity

younger idols who are still firmly convinced that hae was the one in the wrong and his groupmate was in the right and therefore have no love for hae because of that

younger idols who don't know quite what to make of hae just yet

just about anything your beautiful brain can cook up

#jongno:hello #oo1 ― 𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚞𝚖 • ( ooc )

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loliwrites · 1 year

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Don't wanna toot my own horn, but this fic might be the best thing that came out season 5 until the Gaza episodes (pls see the sarcasm [but not really] y'all)

Warning: mentions of kidnapping

AU of 7A WF 83429 – more like a post episode continuation

Her fingers fumbled with her keys and she hoped Josh hadn’t noticed. He had, of course. Just as much as she was attuned to him, he was to her. Almost simultaneously, he raised his hand and set it against her lower back. Fingertips gently splayed across with the lightest of pressure on her spine. He never knew the best way to comfort a woman. Much less one navigating the anxieties of the reality they’d been forced into.

Not that either of them, or anyone in the country for that matter, thought the disappearance of Zoey Bartlet was the action of a college graduate spreading her wings. Everyone knew it was serious. Of the highest importance. They knew she’d been ripped out of a club surrounded by people: friends, strangers, secret service. They also knew she could be anywhere at this point, enduring any number of crimes done to her person. But it also kind of seemed like she’d be found quickly. That it’d be a matter of hours, if not a day, before she was back within the confines of the White House. For Donna, it had become wholly clear that this was a tragedy that had depths unlike any she’d ever experienced before, when she and Josh left the West Wing and meandered out by the gate. The sheer magnitude of candles, photos, flowers, gifts, for this girl – this child – alarmed Donna.

That’s why her hands were trembling now as she struggled to slide the key into the lock. It was why she’d lost her footing more than once on the walk home. After they’d stopped by to ponder the gifts by the White House gate, Donna thought Josh would leave. Head back to the office and do something… anything… to help. And she thought that’d be for the best. She wanted nothing more than to deal with the anxiety bubbling within her by herself. Perhaps if she were left alone, she wouldn’t feel so guilty about the anxiety. But Josh never let her walk home alone. Even when there hadn’t been a national crisis, anytime Josh caught wind that Donna had walked to work (and he wasn’t physically stuck in a meeting), he’d drop what he was doing and walk her home. Sometimes it was the impetus he needed to actually leave the office himself and go home. But sometimes he’d just end up walking back to work.

So Donna shouldn’t have been surprised that he walked her home. She also wasn’t surprised that it was an unusually quiet walk. What could they say to each other? What was there to say? She surely wasn’t going to tell him that Zoey’s kidnapping had sparked a fear in her for her own safety. That women went missing every single day, and what if her day was tomorrow? But she was no one special. No one would kidnap her for the release of Syrian prisoners. No one would shut down the airports to limit the scope of where she could go. She’d just disappear into the night and she wondered how long it would take someone to realize she was missing. But mostly she thought about how selfish it was of her to be thinking of herself right now.

“Donna?”

Donna turned and looked up at Josh. His free hand was out-stretched in her direction; his other still perched on her lower back. “Yeah?”

“You wanna stand on the stoop, or you wanna go inside?”

“I wanna go inside,”

“Okay,” Josh pressed a smile and softly coaxed her keys out of her hand. He slid the key into the lock steadily and twisted it as though he were opening his own front door. He even jiggled the knob on instinct, having experience that it had a tendency to stick. Josh nudged the door open and handed the keys back to Donna. “Want me to come up for a bit?”

“No, that’s okay,” she stepped in through the security door and forced her own smile. “I’m sure you want to get back to the office and be around incase they need you,”

He nodded slowly, not completely convinced. “Can I come up for a bit?” Putting it like that, he knew she’d take it as though he needed the company, and not that he knew she actually needed it.

Josh had seen all the candles, flowers, and gifts, too. He’d seen the people praying at the gate. He was living in the same reality as Donna but having a completely different experience with it. He wasn’t sure why she’d grown shaky, or why she’d tripped over her own feet. He only knew that the Donna he was seeing was afflicted. And they took care of each other. It’s just what they did.

Donna dropped her keys in the bowl by the door once they entered her apartment. She’d gathered herself enough to not trip on the three flights of stairs on the way up. Josh followed her in and closed and locked the door behind him. From the corner of his eye, he saw the blur of a cat run by and into the other room. But Donna was on her way into the kitchen and he didn’t want to give her too much time to get too far away from him.

“Do you want anything?” She asked over her shoulder, trying to sound casual. It wasn’t lost on either of them that her voice shook.

“I’m okay,”

She opened up a cupboard and pulled out a bag of coffee grounds, “it’s no trouble. Coffee might be helpful if you’re thinking of going straight back to work. Though I think you need–”

“I can make it,” he eased the bag out of Donna’s hands. Despite her staring suspiciously at him, he continued to float through the kitchen, opening drawers and cabinets for each item he needed. The next time he looked over at her it was because she’d finally taken a step back, as though making a physical point that she was going to let him finish the task. He scooped a few tablespoons of the coffee grounds into the filter. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

She nodded again, quietly fearful that she wasn’t too convincing. “I feel bad for the President. And Mrs. Bartlet. I can’t imagine what they’re going through. How they must be feeling,” she stared as Josh poured water into the basin. He replaced the carafe back in its spot and clicked the machine on. It immediately started bubbling away. “And they don’t even get to do it in private. They have to be on their best behavior because everyone’s looking at them. Analyzing them. And Zoey,” Donna choked on her breath which got Josh’s particular attention. She was thankful that he quickly looked away, deferring his glance to the coffeemaker so she could compose herself. “God, she must be so afraid. And wondering what’s happened to her. How could he do that to her?”

Josh folded his arms across his chest and leaned back against the counter. “These guys aren’t good people, Donna,”

“Not them,” she pushed her hands back through her hair and used it as an opportunity to bow her head. “Her boyfriend. Frenchie. Where was he? Why’d he slip her something? Who does that?”

“He’s a kid with unlimited resources at his disposal. He’s not thinking. His decisions are being made on impulse as to what’s going to get him the most pleasure,”

Donna’s head shot up, stronger than ever. “Why’re you defending him?”

“I’m not,” Josh shrieked.

“He’s a kid? He’s an adult in every country in the world! Why does he get to go around acting like every girl he’s with is dispensable, but every woman has to go around acting like she might be the next one taken?!” She backed herself into the doorway between the kitchen and the living room, and pressed her back up against the jamb. “Why do men do that? We’re not disposable things you take out weekly with the trash.”

And if Josh hadn’t been attuned to her previously, he surely was with that last comment. It was the first time all night that she had lumped herself into the situation; that the we she was referring to was the royal we. The entire night had been intense and complete focus on Zoey – and understandably so. But Josh was beginning to gather that Zoey was just the current poster girl for a greater woman’s issue. A greater Donna issue. He took a step toward her with his hand outstretched, and seeing her take an instinctive step back nearly knocked the wind out of him.

“What’s going on?”

She took another step backward, “nothing.”

“Talk to me,” he pleaded. “When have you ever bit your tongue on telling me every thought you have of every day?”

She spooked when the coffeemaker beeped, indicating that it had done its job. But when she focused back on Josh, she just stepped further into the living room, and further away from him. “I don’t tell you every thought I have,”

“Really? The amount of things I know about you because of the unfiltered stream of consciousness you speak to me with would be the world’s best filibuster.” He managed to gain a few steps on her and close the gap as she pondered his statement – probably wondering if she should be offended or not. “I can’t help unless you tell me what’s going on. I’m already useless at work right now because no one has any information. I can’t be useless here, too.”

“You wouldn’t get it,” she bristled and made her way to the couch. She tucked her legs beneath her and pulled the throw blanket off the back of the couch, and placed it across her lap. “You live in a completely different reality. All men do,”

Josh furrowed his eyebrows. His mind was already spinning with things he wanted to retort and say to her, but he also wanted her to finish her full thought. If he interrupted, he doubted she would.

“Why are women taught all the different ways to fight off an aggressive man, but men aren’t taught to not be aggressive? We have to walk with our keys between our knuckles. We can’t walk and be on the phone. God forbid we be in the presence of a man without a smile on our face.” She shook her head because the list could go on and on and on. “You don’t let me walk home alone. You bristle if I have to take the subway alone at night. And it’s not because I’m stupid or weak… I’m the only reason you and Toby ever made it home from Indiana. It’s because every single day we exist in a world where men are the most dangerous force against women. And it’s Zoey, Josh! It’s Zoey. She’s got an entire entourage of the best marksmen in the world. And she’s got a button in her pocket to call that entire entourage to her in a heartbeat. And she’s gone. Poof!” Donna threw her hands up in the air, exasperated. “Into thin air. The whole world is looking for her now and they still can’t find her.”

She swiped the back of her hand across her eyes to hide the fact that she had started to cry. But throughout the entirety of his life, a woman crying was Josh’s kryptonite. He’d heard his mother cry every night for almost a year after the fire. And that was the start of his relationship with seeing women cry. And each progressing time, his gut instinct to it got worse and worse. But when Donna cried… he’d never experienced something so heartbreaking. She didn’t cry in front of him often and he supposed that was a professional and pride thing. He’d seen her cry during the campaign because of Dr. Freeride. And he had caught her wiping away tears from bloodshot eyes when she was finally able to see him in the ICU after Rosslyn.

Donna lowered her hands and looked up as Josh neared the couch. Now too distraught to fight it, she didn’t shrink away or make an attempt to leave. She just stared at him, holding back her tears as he sat down next to her. “How am I going to be found if the daughter of the leader of the free world can’t even be found? The FBI’s not going to look for me. Who’s going to look for me?”

“I would look for you,”

“Great. You can’t even find your way out of a paper bag,”

Josh suppressed a smile. He tucked a fingertip beneath her hair and brushed it away from her face, so it wouldn’t stick to the tears that were threatening to fall loose. “I would make sure the FBI looked for you. I’d say, ‘these guys must be pretty bad guys because they took Donna Moss and everyone loves Donna Moss’.” He genuinely thought that’d be a comfort to her, or at least lighten things up.

But when Donna let out a sob, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into him. The momentum made him lean against the back of the couch with her tucked into his chest. He did all he knew how to do to comfort her. He rubbed her arm and back. He set his cheek down on the top of her head as she tried to regulate her breathing. And after a few minutes, he heard her start to do just that. Perhaps she had grown embarrassed to show such great emotion in front of her boss, but Josh was endeared that a part of her felt comfortable enough to do so.

Josh felt a tugging on his shirt and he looked down to find Donna wiping her nose in it, “oh, go ahead. I don’t like this one anyway,”

She leaned back and shook her head. With her eyes fixed to the ceiling, she waved her hands in front of her face as if that was all she’d need to do to rid herself of the tears. “This is so stupid, I know. And selfish. It’s not about me.”

Josh leaned forward, shaking his head, “it’s not stupid.” He looked down at his hands, “life just got a little scarier than it was yesterday.” He glanced back at Donna and noticed she had mostly turned away from him, hiding her face from his view. “You know, there’s a difference.” He paused for effect and knew she’d turn back to look at him despite her swollen, red eyes. “Earlier you said, why do men treat women like they’re disposable. And they don’t do that,”

Almost angrily, she mumbled, “Josh.”

“Boys do that. Boys treat women like they’re disposable. Boys act irresponsibly. Boys don’t care. Men do. There’s a difference,”

“Not sure this is the time for a semantics lesson.”

Josh reached forward and set his hand down on her knee. He scooted forward as Donna stared at his hand for just a split second longer before returning her gaze to his. “Frenchie may be an adult, but he’s not a man. Age doesn’t dictate that and he’s got a long way to go before he can reasonably call himself a man in my eyes.” He squeezed her knee softly, “and no, I don’t walk you home or grimace when you take the subway at night because I think you’re weak or stupid. Donna, it’s never you that I don’t trust.”

Her eyes seemed to twinkle at his admission.

“And not to be too chummy, so don’t get all sentimental and doodle this in your diary, but I’ve already had a lot of people I care about die and I’d rather not add you to that list.”

She choked out a laugh and leaned forward with outstretched arms. They took each other into a deeply caring hug. One that had Donna tucking her face into his shoulder, and had Josh smelling her gardenia shampoo.

“You are a very good man, Joshua Lyman,” she whispered and rubbed his back. “Despite what the crazy internet people say about you.”

As they parted, Josh thought better than to ask what the internet people were saying about him now. Another part of him didn’t want to know. Instead, he gave Donna a fond smile, and quickly feeling like he’d overstayed his welcome in her small home after an unbearably long day (and night), stood from the couch. She followed suit as they both headed for the front door.

Josh pulled it open and before he walked through it, he looked back at her. “And not for nothing, but I know my number’s the first one on your speed dial, and that’s kind of like a panic button,” he felt his cheeks grow hotter when a gentle smile spread across her lips. “Or, it could be used as one if you wanted it to be,”

He took a beat before he turned to leave. Somehow he knew she’d wait at the open door and watch him descend the steps within her building. “I’d come looking for you, Donna, because my life would probably fall apart if you weren’t around to keep it together.”

#this a fic #fic related #josh x donna #josh lyman x donna moss #tww #fic #7A WF 83429 au #tw mentions of kidnapping #will also be on #ao3

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