#yes they're freaks and half their dates are running together

[msookyspooky]

Fours a Franchise

Part 2

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   You sat at the police station clutching your head, your elbows resting on the table in front of you…10 years. It had been 10 long years since something like this happened. 15 years since it happened in Woodsboro. Your eyes darted to the calendar on the wall... The date was past when Casey and Steve died…The anniversary was a mere few days away.  You knew it…You fucking knew coming back here was a bad idea especially this time of year. Even 10 years later…The implication of exactly what this meant made your stomach turn.

'No…No, no, no. I can't. I've been free of this shit for a decade; I can't do this again. Not with them. Not now.' 

Your head shot up to see Dewey slowly coming into the room. He wore a regretful expression. "YN. I'm…I'm sorry." 

You took a moment, sucking in a shaky breath and swiping your hand across your mouth. "For what?" You softly asked as he sucked in his own heavy breath and sat across from you.

"For this being your welcome home and not being there for you with those protestors …And…For…" 

"Questioning me?" You asked simply as he hung his head. You sighed and shrugged. "It is what it is. We need to figure this out. It's not the first time I've been questioned at a police station." 

"No but it's the first time I'm the one…Getting your report." Dewey stared at you before getting to the point. "Can you run me through the exact time frame?" 

"Sure." You laced your hands together on the table in front of you. "...Rebecca got us there at about 11:35. Protestors were outside boycotting my book." 

"Any violent ones? You know, shady characters?" 

"No more than usual. They all don't like my presence in this town." 

"Anyone you recognize?" 

"...No." You softly gave as he ran a hand over his hair, hat sitting on the table. 

"I should have been there." He murmured. "We apprehended a few for questioning and they're all on a suspect list but I'm sure there's more. Any information can help."

"It's okay. You had your hands full…Does Randy know that Jenny girl was one of the victims?" 

He nodded with an exasperated look. "Yeah…He's being-" He raised his brows with a puff of air past his lips. "He's being…Just-" 

"Randy?" 

"Anxious, a little neurotic and dropping suspects already? Yes. To be fair…I think we all are anxious right now…Although, this is the most freaked out I've seen him out of all the times we've ever gone over suspects or questions. " 

You nodded in agreement before continuing. "Anyways...We got inside. I didn't see the exact time after that. Rebecca went missing to look for Randy while I talked to him." 

"And Randy…Was missing too before Rebecca left to look for him and then he just appeared out of no where?" 

You huffed with a shake of your head, looking at the ceiling. "Dewey. He wasn't there, and within a minute, he was. He probably was near the bookcases and wanted to surprise me…Even if he is a suspect; There was a crowd outside. He couldn't have done it that fast without being seen." 

"And Rebecca? She had the keys." 

You rolled your lips in thought. "I'm aware but I don't think so. Rebecca will do a lot for publicity but she couldn't have done this. I had my luggage in the back so this happened at Woodsboro, not before. She wasn't gone that long, and again, the crowd. How could she do it in front of the crowd?....Unless." 

"Unless?" Dewey urged.

"Unless…Someone in the crowd blended in and used an opportunity when no one was looking. Rebecca went out there after we talked and she was yelling something at them. Everyone is looking towards her and not at the car…It's the only scenario that makes sense." 

Dewey's face lit up and he furiously wrote it down. "So do you think someone in the crowd could do this?" 

You shrugged and stammered. "I-I don't know. Probably! I don't know who else....There was a half an hour time frame between us arriving and us talking inside." 

"All three of you?" 

You hesitated before replying. "Well…No. Like I said, Rebecca was outside dispersing the protestors and Randy went to stock books while I set up the table. It was like 5 to 10 minutes and then they both came back and probably 10 minutes later the first people arrived for the book signing." 

Dewey slowly nodded with a thoughtful look as he took in the information. "...Okay." 

You looked at the table with a frown. "...You know, somehow I knew something like this would happen. I wanted to think I was being paranoid but here we are…I should have never come back here. This all happened because I came back." 

Dewey stared a moment before he reached out to you, gently laying his hand on your own. "Hey, now. YN, this is not your fault. This would have happened regardless…I mean, I think it would at least." He mumbled, grimacing at his own choice of words as he patted your hand. "We'll find the person responsible and you'll be safe. I promise…I think I'm done taking your statement, thank you for cooperating." He said the last part like he rehearsed it with everyone he questioned.

You nodded even though you knew it wasn't true. That you'd be safe.

Suddenly, you saw the door almost open before closing again followed by Gale yelling at Judy outside. Dewey groaned and quickly stood up. His limp he once had was barely there at all as he staggered just a moment before walking normally. You stood up as well, following behind as Gale rushed in to argue with Dewey. 

He let you out as you looked at Gale. "Hi Gale." 

"YN. If you don't mind giving us a minute." Gale gave as she narrowed her eyes at her husband. You instantly stepped out with a subtle cringe as you heard Judy arguing with Dewey that Gale shouldn't be here and Gale slamming the door on her.

'Yikes' You thought as a deputy offered you a cup of coffee and you stood near the wall. Thinking heavily. 

You knew what this meant and you dreaded it so much. It made you want to just hop in the nearest car and drive as far away from this town as possible. 10 years of peace washed away just by stepping foot into this damn town.

A few minutes went by before Gale rushed out the door and turned back around to tell Judy in a harsh voice. "- And your lemon squares taste like ass!" Before storming off; marching out of the precinct.

You didn't know if Dewey and Gale were on the fritz or not but it seemed like it. You hadn't talked to Dewey in person in years; only ever talking on the phone on rare occasions and Gale you only talked on the phone with to relay a message to Dewey; which became more common the last year or two…It was sad all things considered but that was how it was now. You talked to Randy's wife Karla occasionally just as little as you talked to Randy with how busy everyone seemed to be…At one point you knew everything between all of you and now you were out of the loop.

You saw Dewey come out with an exhausted expression as Judy talked to him. He comforted her on the lemon squares and she thanked him. 

Your eyes focused on her…She was the one that traced the device to your car and the dislike Gale had for her seemed to be mutual. She walked away with a pip in her step as you watched intently. You were already making a suspect list but you knew it was second nature at this point. In a way, this was the first time in a while you felt like yourself instead of a numb version going through the motions your publicist gave you. 

You saw Dewey talking with another deputy before he motioned for you. You shoved off the wall, sitting your Styrofoam cup down on a desk and followed him. Judy led Dewey as you followed him into a room. There were 3 teenage girls sitting at the table as Dewey motioned for you to come all the way inside. 

Dewey looked at you. "YN. This is Kirby Reed, Olivia Morris and Jill Roberts…She's Sidney's cousin." 

You glanced at Dewey in surprise before looking at her. The dark haired girl in the middle looked at you in wonder…She didn't look like Sidney or Roman but the resemblance was somewhat there. "YN? Like, my cousin Sidney's old best friend? Wow, you're younger looking in person." She held up her hand. "Not that you look old in pictures or anything but I thought by 33 you'd be more...You know…" She drew out.

"Mature looking." Kirby finished for her with a smile.

 "Yes, that's me. And no, my official walking cane and wrinkles haven't arrived in the mail yet. Are you cousins on Neil or Maureen's side?…" 

She gave a down turned smile. "Maureen and my Mom are sisters…I never met Sidney, obviously, I mean, I'm just 17…Why?" 

 "Just wondering. I kind of see the resemblance to you and Sidney…And I was wondering because…Well…"

"Roman?" Jill smiled politely. "That was an interesting conversation piece for Thanksgiving when I was a kid. Crazy to think my Aunt Maureen had such a secret-filled life." 

Olivia gave you and Jill a wary look. Relatively silent the entire time.

Kirby added with a raise of her hand. " I actually have questions on things if you don't mind like did Billy Loomis actually use corn syrup or was that just bullshit from Stab because-" 

Dewey cut her off. "Ladies…We're here because you claim you were called by the killer this morning…Two of you got phone calls?" 

Jill lost her smile and looked at Olivia. "Yeah, us two. "What's your favorite scary movie?'..."

Kirby addressed the room, looking between everyone. "It was the voice. You know, from Stab." She looked at you and like any awkward teen mumbled. "Uh well. I mean. You know…Your life." 

You sighed but gave a knowing look in response. 

Kirby smiled and lightly waved. "I'm. I'm Kirby, by the way." 

"Hi." You simply gave. Regretting not being more friendly to these kids but with the situation at hand; it was hard. Looking at them, it was down right out bizarre to think you were near these girls' ages when this all first happened to you.

Dewey looked at Kirby. "And the killer didn't call you?" 

"No." She looked worried as she nervously chewed at her nails "Is this…This is a bad thing?…Does that mean I'm not going to live as long as these two??" She pointed at her friends.

Dewey cringed and tilted his head. "No…Maybe." He corrected himself as you gave him a look. "Of course not! Just…Just be careful." He gave as he stood up while Judy wrote things on a notepad behind him. 

You saw Kirby's mouth drop as she turned to her friends and harshly whispered. "Oh my God, did you hear that?! That means I'm next!" 

You felt guilt eating at you the longer you were here and the more obvious it was that you were the target like so many other times…Besides, if this was anything like last time; you couldn't risk your secret getting out. You couldn't risk being here at all!

You urgently whispered to Dewey as he stood off to the side. "Dewey, I need to leave town. I shouldn't be here." 

"I'm afraid it's not possible, YN" Judy interjected as she circled something on her notepad. 

You felt your face sag as Dewey looked at you. "Look. No one thinks you're involved but everyone's a suspect." 

You huffed, shaking your head a moment. "That's literally the same thing, Dewey…I know you had to question me and I know everyone's a suspect. Okay, I get that and accept that but even if everyone is a suspect...I think we can narrow things down  I mean, realistically you actually think I'd put evidence in my own rental car?" 

Judy chimed in again. "It was your rental car and your event. We have to go with the evidence we have at hand. Besides, as a reason, you could have easily been stashing the evidence in your trunk to hide it." 

"...Then why would I have my own face covered in blood? You think Rebecca helped me? For godsakes, check my plane ticket! I wasn't even anywhere near Woodsboro when this happened. This was clearly a threat sent to me. A warning." You said to Dewey before Judy answered for him.

"I'm sorry but we'll be the ones to decide that, YN. Right now, you're on permanent supervision until this case is over." 

You narrowed your eyes at her, slowly realizing why Gale had a problem with her. You looked back at Dewey, ignoring Judy. "Dewey, if I stay here; more people will die. You know this."

You heard Olivia harshly whisper behind you. "See? Angel of death." 

Dewey gave you a calming hand gesture and said. "I'm sorry but there was evidence in your car connecting you to a killer. You may be a material witness." 

"I get that but I could still be sent to a safe house someplace where I'm monitored. And if the killer tracks me, they'll follow me there. Not here. Not with these innocent people." 

"I'm afraid we can't do that either." Judy told you.

Dewey gave cringe. "…Not yet, anyways. Until you're attacked, we can't do anything but monitor you. It's protocol." 

You stared at Dewey, your mouth open in disbelief. "...You've got to be kidding me, Dewey. I shouldn't be here!" 

"YN, you are not allowed to leave. I'm sorry but as Sheriff…I just can't let you leave town as a potential witness to this case. That's final."

Dewey talked to you like you were the age these girls were…Something about that, especially as many times as you were the one to save the day against these numerous killers; went right through you.

You felt yourself huff in disbelief. "Dewey, this is a mistake. You're making a giant mistake having me stay here." 

 He frowned with his head held high. "I'm sorry you think that, YN. You'll have police surveillance 24/7 till the killer is caught for your protection but you have to stay in town." 

You shook your head before smacking your hand against your leg with a sigh. "Great..." 

Judy raised a brow as she scribbled something on her notepad before asking you. "Why the long face? Shouldn't the person we found evidence in their trunk want police protection?"  

Finally, you felt how Gale must be feeling and snapped. Especially with the situation at hand. "With all due respect; I was talking to the Sheriff, Deputy Hicks." 

You saw Judy's face fall as Dewey gave you a disappointed look. You returned a deathly serious stare right back at him, whispering low. "We both know that won't work and as long as I'm forced to be here; the killer will target everyone around me. Even cops. We've been down this road before, Dewey!…I don't need to be placed under house arrest in the town that started all of this; I need to be put somewhere far away where the killer won't find me and so does Randy's family, these girls and Gale too. Where's their police protection?...Or is it just to watch me as a suspect?" You harshly whispered. 

Kirby raised her hand, all the girls eavesdropping as she mumbled. "Uh, I kind of think she's making sense. I mean, the killer obviously wants her the most, so…Why have her stay??" 

Olivia furiously nodded her head in agreement; eager for you to leave town.

 "Kirby please." Judy then glared at you. "You need to give Sheriff Riley more respect and credit that he knows what he's doing, Miss YN. " She retorted.

You felt an icy glare towards Judy. You looked back towards Dewey. "...May I be excused... Sheriff? Did you get all the questions from me as a suspect or witness or whatever I am?" 

Dewey looked conflicted, his mouth in a tight frown and his brows tense but nodded. "Yes." 

You grabbed your purse and walked out saying behind you. "It was nice to meet you girls! I'll see you around." You grumbled under your breath. "Especially since I'm grounded here." 

You heard them say bye as Dewey released a heavy sigh and you walked out. You were stopped and asked a few questions at the desk before being allowed to fully leave, going outside with a glare on your face. You didn't think you and Gale would be storming out of here the same way but here you were. 

'How the fuck did he go from the older brother figure willing to break the law and sneak a police file out of one of LAPD's precincts plus arguing with Mark to not let me be found. Literally risked being arrested over me…To being too lawful to send me to a safehouse because of protocol?!...What's changed? Has he really changed that much or…Did something happen to make him think I did this?...And what's this cop attitude he's gotten as if he was the one saving everyone's asses the last few attacks!' You ranted in your head. Your heels clacking on the sidewalk as you stopped and furiously adjusted one. 'And I HATE these fucking shoes!!' 

You stopped and blinked at the sky repeatedly with a nauseated feeling…Everything that could go wrong was but most of all…You knew the inevitable. You didn't want to ever make that call but what choice did you have? Especially being forced to stay in this town with cops guarding you…What happens if Hollywood repeats itself? Then what? Without them; you were a sitting duck.

You looked back down to the bustling sidewalk. Avoiding the news cameras everywhere as you saw Rebecca talking excitedly on the phone. You ignored her. She was one of the last people you wanted to talk to right now.

You saw Randy's car with him leaning against it. Arms folded, lost in thought with his sweater off and just the button down shirt on. You walked over to him and he still didn't seem to notice you.

"Ray?" 

He blinked and looked up at you. 

You held yourself close as you came towards him. " Are you done here?" 

"Y-yeah. Yeah, just waiting for you. Figured you would need a ride." 

"Oh thanks. I'd appreciate it." You rolled your lips looking behind yourself to see a pair of cops watching you intently. You rolled your eyes and told Randy. "Just an FYI; I'm being monitored as both a suspect and witness and potential victim. Dewey wasn't clear; just that I'm to have police surveillance 24/7 wherever I go." 

Randy nodded. "I figured. He told me I'm a material witness and suspect because I was just so lucky to have this happen in from of my store…Anyone else getting monitored?" 

"Nope." 

"Oh, well that's perfect. Not like my family doesn't need protection or Jenny's family for that matter." He sarcastically gave.

"I told him your family needed it and Gale and even Jenny and her family and now these girls that got calls; but who knows…Which…I'm sorry about Jenny." 

Randy nodded solemnly. "It's a shame. Kid had her whole life ahead of her…So, do you need to tell Starsky and Hutch you're leaving with me or-" 

You shrugged. "I don't think so? Screw it. They'll follow wherever I go, I guess." He nodded and opened the door for you. "Oh my God, Karla did it. She finally turned you into a gentleman that opens doors for people." 

He gave a smirk but didn't outwardly joke like he normally did. Your smile faded slightly as you hopped in and he shut the door before walking to his driver's side. You huffed as both officers watching you quickly got in their car as well.

He buckled up and you pointed. "I bet they'll start following us." 

"One way to find out…" He muttered as he started up his car and pulled away from the curb. You both released a 'oh!' noise as the cop car followed you.

Randy looked in his rear view mirror. "Uuhh…I really hope I remembered to put on my sticker for this year or that my tail light isn't busted or something."

"You'll find out." You gave with a subtle smirk. 

"So…Am I driving you to the airport tonight because I can if you want me too but I really don't think you should stay at your house alone. Please tell me Dewey got you a safe place to stay at least-"

"Um, about that." You leaned back in your seat with a frown. "Dewey…Is forcing me to stay." 

"Like...At his house with law enforcement?"

"No he just said I have to stay. He told me I'm not allowed to leave Woodsboro and if I do I'll probably be arrested." You told him and his expression fell.

"WHAT?" Randy exclaimed. "Are the buttons on his shirt too tight or what?! What the fuck is he talking about; you don't need to be stuck in the place where the killer wants you to be stuck at! Jesus H Christ this is horror movie 101!! Didn't you tell him that?! Didn't you remind him that if you stay here you'll die and God knows who else?!" 

He yelled in the car as you grimaced, protecting your ears. "Randy, noise control! And you don't think I didn't tell him that? He won't listen! He just has the same 'I'm the law and you'll do as I say' attitude every other cop I've ever talked to had about this situation. At least Mark-" You hesitated as Randy spared you a sideways glance. "...At least Detective Kincaid tried to listen to me and he barely knew me. Dewey has known me since I was 18 and he refused to see that I shouldn't be here. He has it handled, basically." 

Randy gave a sarcastic laugh. " Oh, that's rich. The guy couldn't even protect you from protestors today! He got shocked last time we had a fight with a killer in a mask all because he stuck tweezers in a fucking light socket but that's it!! As much as it pains me to admit I wasn't the badass saving the day; you had most of the boss energy in that fight. You could've died and we all probably would have died without you. Even at Windsor and Woodsboro he was out of commission for most of it! I may have been put out too but I'm not slinging my gun and badge around acting like I have this under control." 

"He didn't say that exactly, he just-" 

"Hinted? Guy gets a badge bigger than his head and doesn't know how to act. He's changed…If he's gonna start acting like a stereotypical, donut munching fed from a horror movie then he's no help to us now." 

You faltered at that. "Now, wait a minute. Randy, let's just chill out a moment-" 

"I CAN'T CHILL OUT!" He yelled out as you flinched. "I have kids, YN! I have a wife I love! I didn't have this 10 years ago but now I do and if something happens to them all because Chief Wiggum doesn't want to upset his delicate lawful moral code then…" He cut off, wiping at his face with groan at a stop sign as you stared at him.

It was quiet a moment before you spoke up. "...Randy, I'm so sorry." 

He lost his stressed expression, giving you a sideways glance as he drove. "Sorry? What are you talking about?"

You shook your head. "Isn't it obvious? This is my fault. I should have never come here. I should have rejected Rebecca's idea and because I was a spineless money hungry idiot; we're stuck here and it's all on me. It's the fucking horror movie rules for keeping a stupid franchise going and I ignored them." 

"What? YN, shut up and be real right now-"

It was your turn to raise your voice. "I'm being real, Randy! You're telling me that this killer just coincidentally attacked 2 girls this year at this time just because? Fuck no! It's because they saw my face on your store, they saw the flyers, they knew I was making my way to Woodsboro and they killed Jenny and Marnie because of me-" 

"YN, shut up!" He snapped. You went to argue with him but he held up a hand. "I'm sorry but just stop it. Please stop. You did not put the knife in this asshole's hand, you did not kill those girls, you didn't want them killed, you didn't intend to put anyone in danger and you definitely are not at fault for walking into a damn town for god sakes! You constantly try to face this thing alone and blame yourself and there's no reason for it!...No matter what, this isn't your fault. Got it?" 

You didn't say anything at first.

"YN." 

"Okay…" He gave you a look with a raised brow. "Okay! I said okay…It's not my fault." 

His shoulders relaxed a bit as he drove. "Good. I don't feel like dealing with Edward Cullen SULKING over shit they can't change for however long you're here." 

"Yeah? As long as you don't do the same." You gave. "Randy…We're gonna worry. It's natural to worry about your kids; you're a Dad…But I'd like the old Randy to come out now. You know, the one that enthusiastically talked about suspects so we can narrow it down and protect ourselves and each other and now your family?" 

He sighed to recompose himself and nodded. "Okay…So I heard you mention girls getting a call. Who?" 

"Uh I forgot their names…Kirby and another one that I can't remember. She didn't talk much. Oh, one was Sidney's cousin." 

His face fell. "The Robert's girl? Jill got a phone call from the killer?" 

You nodded.

He drew out a heavy sigh with wide eyes. "Ooohhh nooo." 

"What? Other than yet another Prescott being targeted." 

"Shit....The Roberts live across the street from me." He mumbled, turning pale as a ghost at the thought. 

You gave a surprised look. "Oh…Well, I'm sure it means nothing especially since they called the other girl too!…Damn, I wish I could remember her name. Olivia something …Anyways, Dewey has a few protestors he wrangled at the scene and the only suspects so far are Me, Rebecca and You." 

"Wow." He gave with a huff.

"Hey, you can't blame him for that entirely. Remember-" 

"Everyone's a suspect." You both said in unison.

You added. "Even me. I get why he wants to monitor me but…Couldn't he have done it in a safehouse outside of town?" You muttered looking at the cops following closely behind the car in your mirror.

"If we're being honest here; the killer would probably just threaten me or Dewey and you'd come running back here anyways. Just like at Milton's." 

You softly groaned to yourself but nodded. Feeling guilty for earlier even if it was just a knee jerk reaction to being told you had to stay where the killer could easily get to you…You still weren't enthusiastic about the potential phone call you had to make.

You glanced at Randy and asked. "Where are we going anyways?" 

"My house. Duh." 

You hesitated. "No…Uh no, no, no. Ray, that's not a good idea!-" 

"No, it probably isn't a good idea having the final girl and or target at my home BUT I am not going to sleep well at night with you staying at the motel on the outskirts of town by yourself with cops probably sleeping on the job. Besides, the kids haven't seen you since Christmas and…You've got a gun. Right?" 

You sat in silence before you smiled at that as he smiled back. "Yes. I have my CCW I renew yearly and it's a pain dealing with airport security. But yes, I do." You gave him a knowing look. "So…What I'm hearing is I kick ass and you need me-" 

He held up a finger as he drove down a street. "Hey, hey, hey! I never said that! But…It would be nice to have extra eyes for guarding the kids. A man has to sleep, okay." 

"Gee, so I'm on nightwatch? I hope you know I'm raiding your movie collection and snacks." 

"Deal…But stay away from the movies in the very top shelf of my closet that have no labels-" 

"EW!" You exclaimed as he gave you a strange look. "God, Randy! Put that shit in a vault! If I see any home movies of you and Karla doing god knows what I will literally rip my eyeballs out of their sockets." 

He slowly started laughing. It ascended from a small chuckle to outright cackling laughter. He tried to stop laughing while driving, covering his mouth with the back of his hand for a moment as he slowed down and started to pull into a drive way "Haha! It's not that, perv-" He stopped laughing just enough to speak. "It's my VHS copies of Phantasm I bought at a yardsale years ago that someone taped! I can't find it anywhere and I'm too chicken to pirate it off the internet." 

You rolled your eyes as he continued chuckling to himself. "Doesn't everyone pirate things now, old man?" 

"Uh, after people were getting arrested and going to prison?? Don't you remember those commercials they warned people about in 2000? I'm not risking it." He gave as he parked the car in his driveway and unbuckled. He started laughing again as he got out. "God, that was priceless! I can't wait to tell Karla later." 

"Do not!" You exclaimed as he shut his door, still laughing to himself. You gave an annoyed groan while you unbuckled and stepped out right as the cop car pulled in down the street. You shut your door and decided to wave at them as only one waved back and the other one smacked his hand and told him something. You shrugged to yourself and followed Randy while adjusting your dress.

"Wow. So I finally get to see the Meeks' residence. It's nice!…Where does Sidney's cousin live?" 

Randy walked over and slung an arm over your shoulder to point it out. "Riigghht there." He whispered to you. "The Mom is such a nosey ass. Karla and her are constantly getting into it over the stupidest shit. She needs to keep her opinion on her side of the street." 

"Ah, the benefits of living in the middle of the woods with no neighbors." You whispered back. "So…Suspect list?" 

His arm relaxed to rest on your lower arm near your side. "Possibly. But I don't take her for Pamela Voorhees." 

His arm still on you while whispering, standing side by side as you heard a woman clear her throat behind you. You turned to see Karla, a glare sent your way. "Randy Meeks, I know damn well that ain't Martha so you have 3 seconds to get your hand off this- ....Oh…Oh shit, YN! I didn't even recognize you!" 

Randy gave you a mocking look while letting go. "Told you."

"Wow, do I really look THAT bad regularly or??-" You mumbled.

"No! Not at all, just...Different." Karla put a hand on her chest with bewildered chuckle. "That was this close to be on Oxygen as an episode of Snapped. God, I was about to tell my husband here if he had he lost his damn mind or what-" 

 He walked over to Karla to address her with a dumbfounded expression. "Woman, do you think I'm suicidal or stupid enough to cheat on you AND bring her here in broad daylight in front of our house?" 

Karla didn't answer as she rushed over to hug you. "Oh my God, YN! Look at you! I love the dress. And the shoes to match?" 

You hugged Karla with a smile before letting go. "Yeah well, they're killing my feet and I miss taking deep breaths." 

"Eh, who needs air when you can have a snatched waist?" Karla chuckled and pulled away. "I saw the ad for you at the book store." She then gave you a regretful look. "I'm sorry I couldn't make it. My job doesn't let me out till 4 and I'm out of time off. I JUST picked up the kids from school and pulled in." 

"Wow, past 4 already?" You stopped yourself from saying 'being questioned at a police station sure takes a while.' 

"So, how was the book signing? Did you like the store? Are you staying for dinner?" Karla asked with a smile.

"Yeah. Yeah, I guess so to uh most of that." You forced a tight downward smile and Randy cringed. Karla's face dropped as her eyes darted between you both. "...What?...WHAT?" She asked again to Randy as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"You haven't heard anything at your banking job?" You asked. 

"No?? Heard what? I work mainly with CD's in the backroom so gossip doesn't always travel my way every single day." 

Randy walked over and wrapped his arm around her. "Uh…Sweetheart, can we discuss it after dinner? And not in front of the kids?" She gave him a raised brow as he kissed her forehead. "Please just don't freak out. Remember; This is nothing compared to our past." 

"Why would I?...Wait, why are those cops watching us?...Oh God, what the hell happened-" 

She was interrupted by two kids' voices yelling and rushing out the door. "DAD!!" Was all you could hear as one tackled Randy's leg. The same leg you stabbed years ago as he released a loud 'Oof!' past his lips. He keeled over a bit, clutching Karla to steady himself as he looked down at the boy.

"Randy!" Karla demanded an answer and Randy harshly whispered 'After dinner!' before looking down at his son.

"Remember Dad's bad leg, Chad? Remember we talked about that like 2 days ago?" Randy forced out with a grimace of a smile. "I think the geek gene skipped a generation. You're definitely gonna be a linebacker when you get bigger- Ugh!" It fell on deaf ears as a girl jumped up to hug him around his neck. He barely caught her as Karla stepped back with a huff but a tiny smile.

"Daddy! Your home early! Did you miss me? Did you?!" Mindy excitedly asked as Randy laughed and bent down to hug her tightly. 

"Only every second!" He exclaimed as the boy hung onto him as well.

"And me, Dad? What about me?" 

Randy kissed Chad on the temple before ruffling their heads. "We've been over this; the love is equally measured and I can't wait to get home every single day to see you two rugrats." He gave with a grin and goofy voice.

"Randy, I just did Mindy's hair today. Quit ruffling it." Karla softly scolded even though she wore a smile the entire time.

They're faces fell as they saw you standing there. You instantly bent down, scared they'd knock you over as Randy was completely forgotten for you. 

"YN!!" They bolted for you, almost knocking you over into the grass as they hugged onto you asking a million questions a minute.

"One at a time, kids! I can't understand you when you talk so fast." You laughed out.

Randy gave an offended look. "Mindy! Chad! What about me?" 

"We saw you already! We see you everyday, Dad. We never see YN!" Mindy gave as Randy forced a dramatic pained look on his face and clutched his chest. 

Karla covered her mouth with a grin as Randy acted like he had been shot in the chest all over again. "What?! The betrayal! And by my own two kids!? Over her?!" He exclaimed. 

You gave a smug grin his way. "You're old news, Father. Auntie YN is the special guest here." The twins agreed in unison as Randy shook his head.

"Okay…I guess I have no choice but to leave. Just run away forever since I'm not wanted…" He gave the most ridiculous sniffling fake cry and covered his face.

You tried not to laugh as both the twins seemed to fall for it. Their faces falling as you nudged them. "Go make your Dad feel better so he doesn't cry about it." You mumbled as they almost went over to them. "Besides, I'll be here for a while I guess…" 

And just like that, Randy was forgotten. Fake dramatic crying and all. 

Chad exclaimed. "Woah, you're having a sleepover with us?!" Before both him and Mindy high fived each other. 

Randy threw up his arms in defeat at being ignored for you again. "Well fine! Be that way. I'm going to just watch Scooby Doo without you both then and eat ice cream for dessert!" 

They instantly focused back on Randy. "Daddy wait! What kind?!" Mindy demanded like it was life or death. 

Randy gave her a serious expression before shrugging "...Brownie Batter. I had it hidden and saved…Guess I'll eat the entire thing by myself." 

Mindy gasped. "W-Wait!-" She ran to him but Chad stayed behind to hold your hand as you walked and smiled down at him. His round eyes and sideways grin reminded you so much of Randy while Mindy had her Mom's eyes and smile but all of Randy's interest.

"Do you want to see a new pokemon card I got? It's shiny and a fire type." Chad had a tiny lisp every so often with his one front baby tooth missing.

"Of course!" You replied with a smile.

For a moment, you could forget everything. Forget a killer was after you or where you were or that you had to make that call later…

Then you saw the cops smiling to themselves at the display they just saw down the street in their patrol car and you were instantly teleported back to the present matter at hand. Letting the boy lead you to his house as Karla gave Randy a strange look whispering the question of why you were staying the night and what the hell was going on.

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Dinner was awkward with Karla urgently staring at Randy and you; wanting an answer when he didn't let her even put on the news. Saying it's better to hear it from them instead of the media. 

Halfway through dinner when the kids were just pushing their vegetables around their plates, Karla told Mindy and Chad. "Sweethearts, can you let Mommy and Daddy and YN talk in private?" 

They groaned at that, pushing away from the table. You smiled and told them. "How about you both bring me a list of what you want for your birthday? Go write it out for me." 

They perked up a bit at that as their tiny feet carried them to their rooms and once a door was shut; Karla folded her arms to lean back in her chair and stare at you both. "...Now, I want to know what is going on." 

Randy exchanged a look with you as Karla demanded. "Today, Randy. I need to know…YN?" 

He sighed and decided to just say it. "...There was a murder today. Marnie Cooper and…Jenny Randall." 

Karla's mouth hung open as she looked at you. You sadly nodded and added. "...They think it's related to Ghostface. You know, the costume every killer has worn since Billy Loomis and Stu Macher. Police found some bloody posters of me, a phone linked to the killings and a bloody knife in the trunk of my rental car." Karla stared at you, eyes wide as you gave her a regretful look. "I-I'm sorry, Karla."

Randy told you. "YN, I told you it's not your fault, damn it." 

"No, but this is starting again...My arrival was the first domino and I don't think it's too outrageous to say that." 

Karla eruptly pushed herself away from the table to walk to the window. Nervously chewing her nails as Randy watched her with a soft expression. "Baby?" He called out to her, getting up to comfort her. He went to touch her but she shrugged away, shaking her head.

"No…No, Randy! I can't!-"...She sucked in a breath, voice high as she tried to whisper. "I can't do this again! I swore when me and Julie got off that goddamn island that I would NEVER deal with some maniac again!" She turned an accusing glare his way. "You told me Woodsboro was safe! That our kids would be fine here!" 

Randy gave her a sad look. "Karla…We met at a survival meeting for victims of serial killers. You knew the risk came with the territory just like I did with you." 

She gave him a glare, eyes shining. "I went there to connect with other victims I didn't expect to fall in love with you! I don't regret that, okay, I don't but I thought I was connecting with a man that was over this just like I was; not someone that the killers are still after!" 

You hesitated before stepping in. "Karla." She looked at you. "This is me. This killer is after me like all the other times. I'm like your best friend Julie… If I could leave town and let this asshole kill me away from all of you; I would." 

Karla shook her head, tears in her eyes. "YN, don't say that. I would never wish that on you." 

"But." You continued. "Sheriff Riley won't let me leave. I don't think Randy can leave either since it was his shop I was at and where the rental car was parked at…" 

Randy added. "Yeah…Dewey didn't directly tell me not to leave but he did hint at it. I'm a witness and suspect." 

You gave Karla a serious look. "If you don't want me to stay here; I understand." 

Randy gave you an annoyed look. "You're not staying at some shitty motel." 

Karla hesitated, thinking. "Now, wait a minute…You didn't ask me if she could stay." 

"Karla!" Randy exclaimed.

"Damn it, Randy! We have kids and ourselves! YN doesn't…" She turned to you with a remorseful expression. "YN, I care about you. I've grown so attached to you and see you as a good family friend that I wish we talked and hung out more and I know this isn't your fault…But I can't have you bringing this shit here at my house." 

Randy interrupted. "They're after the Roberts girl too and the Morris girl…Was that her name? Olivia Morris" 

You nodded.

"Her and Jill Roberts are neighbors right across the street from us…" 

Karla's face fell. "What? God..." 

"Exactly. We live across the street from two potential victims so it's not going to matter whether YN is here or not…Karla, it's here and we just…We just gotta deal with it! But you can't ask me to send my best friend to go fiend for herself. I wouldn't ask you to do that to Julie, okay?" Randy argued, a stressed look on his face as Karla turned away. 

You frowned deeply as Randy came up to hug her from behind, whispering something to her as the doorbell rang. Their heads turned towards the door but you offered to get it.

You walked over, peering through the peephole with a surprised look before opening the door. Dewey stood there, hands clasped together in front of him as he asked. "YN…Can I come in?" 

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Dewey and you sat on the couch as Karla got Mindy and Chad settled in for the night and Randy did the dishes. 

Dewey sat there, only a small lamp highlighting both of your faces as he spoke. "YN, I'm sorry…I know I'm coming off as a jerk. I don't want to make you feel like I'm some big headed macho cop throwing his weight around. Probably a little too heavy of weight with all these pastries Deputy Hicks keeps making." He joked with a half smile that faded as he swallowed. "…I know what you've been through with police and these killers. I don't want you thinking of me that way." He hung his head, elbows on his knees as you sat across from him.

You gave him a once over before nodding to yourself. "It's okay. I just wish you would give me more credit…You know, like the Dewey I always knew that constantly stuck up for me and told me how capable I am. Not the one I talk to every few months if I'm lucky and thinks I can't handle myself enough that he has to have me on lockdown." 

He looked up at you in surprise. "Did I give you that impression? That's not true! I know how capable you are! In fact, I know how brave and strong and fearless you can be…Maybe that's why I'm doing this? I don't want you to go through this feeling like you have to protect yourself when I'm here and can protect you. My entire police force can. Things are different, YN. " He breathed deeply through his nose, leaning back. "YN, I'm the Sheriff now. I can't…I can't bend the rules like I could in the past. People in Woodsboro need me. I have to go by the books now." 

"I know... I'm sorry if I gave you a hard time earlier, Dewey. Fear took over and I haven't seen you face to face in so long…It was just a shock seeing Sheriff Riley talk to me like a regular civilian instead of Dewey." 

He gave you a soft smile. " Dewey's always here even if he has to put on a brave act as Sheriff Riley…Maybe it was a shock for me to see YN the famous author with her fancy clothes and new hair and nice rental car in town instead of the YN I always knew." 

You smiled while looking at the carpet for a second. "Oh, I haven't changed that much. You all act like I'm a totally different person…Well, I suppose I am considering who I was at my cabin all these years." You looked up at him again. "How are you, Dewey? How's Gale?" 

He was quiet for a moment, fiddling with his hat in his hands. "Well…I'm alright. But Gale, it's been hard on her. Small town. Small town husband. Not much to write about." 

You glanced away before looking back at him and softly asking. "You two okay?" 

Dewey blinked a few times before staring at you. "Well, I read somewhere once 'Just when you think things can't get any worse-" A smile stretched across his face. "Sometimes they don't. Sometimes, they get better…Out of Darkness by YN page 220." 

You felt your chest warm as a wobbly smile crossed your face. You looked away a moment before looking back up at him smiling back at you and nodding. 

You stared at him in amazement. "You actually read my book enough to know page numbers?" 

"Yeah. Yeah it got me through some hard times…Besides, if you wrote it; I have to read it. I'm proud of you, YN. I know you don't need me to tell you this but I am…I'm proud of you." 

You smiled at him before your smile faded slightly. The fact that book was a forced thing from you…The secret…The lying…You couldn't help feeling your smile fade as his faded as well. The guilt twisting your stomach.

He seemed to have something on his mind as well as he asked. "Y-YN?...Is there…It's none of my business normally but is there anyone I should know about? Any suspects to add to the list?...Even...A man or two in your life?" 

You reeled back, staring at him. "Uh no…No, definitely not!...Why?" 

"Just…Nevermind. It's not important." He gave quickly. "I've gotta get going." He stood up, holding his hat in his hands as you followed him to the door. 

He turned to you as you told him. "It's nice to see you, Dewey. I missed you…We've been through a lot together, haven't we?" 

He smiled and nudged you lightly. "And we'll get through this too." 

"Hey, turn on the lights! And sirens!" Mindy yelled as she came running into the room in her pjs. Chad following behind with an oversized pikachu onsie. The hoodie with ears flooping when he ran. He chimed in. "Yeah! It'll be cool!" 

Dewey gave them a smile and rubbed his neck. "Sorry, kids. That's only for emergencies." 

"Aww." They groaned, flooping onto a bean bag chair on the floor and an arm chair.

You chuckled as you turned back to Dewey. "Bye Dewey. After this is all over and you have some free time; maybe we can go away for a weekend? Just me, you, Randy, Gale and Karla if she wants to." 

He smiled warmly at you with a toothh grin. "I'd like that…Bye Karla! Bye Randy!" 

Karla yelled from the back room and Randy mumbled the most monotoned 'bye'. Still upset over Dewey's choices as Sheriff to force you and him to stay at this town.

You gave Dewey a tight smile. "He'll get over it once the….You know who is caught." You eyed the kids trying to put their Scooby Doo live action movie in the dvd player.

Dewey nodded. "Bye Mindy. Bye Chad." 

"Bye Sheriff Dewey!" 

You chuckled at them as he waved and you went to shut the door before he stopped. "Oh, one more thing. I have your suitcase in the back of my cruiser. I'll go get it for you." 

You sighed in relief. "Oh, thank you! I can't wait to change out of these clothes." He handed you keys and you gave him a strange look. "Uh…What are these?" 

"Well, I know I really left you in a bind so I thought you could drive my personal jeep until you can leave again. Just for around town, of course. I had a Deputy pick it up for me." 

You grinned ear to ear and hugged him as he hugged you back tightly. A proper one this time. He mumbled to you. "I really am sorry about all this." 

"It's alright. I understand. Thank you, Dewey…Tell Gale I still want to have coffee whenever she's free."

He pulled away and put on his hat. You watched him bring your suitcase inside and then leave, his jeep in front of the house behind his cruiser. The police officers down a ways away just enough to watch but not be right in front of the house. You sighed to yourself before shutting the door and locking it.

"That thing is BUGGED. Probably a spycam in the seat." Randy commented with a few bowls of ice cream balancing in his arms.

You gave him a blank stare. "Yeah right. Dewey isn't tech savy enough. Besides, he can spy all he wants. I have nothing to hide." 

"Hey, I'm just saying. I hope you don't have any special friend you want to show the backseat too. You'll traumatize our big brother." He replied, sitting on the love seat and putting a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth as he gave you a shrug. 

Mindy and Chad took there's from the table as Chad asked. "Why would they want to see the back seat?" 

"To see how roomy it is for traveling. A-And storing stuff in it."

You gave him an annoyed look. "Nice save, dork...I don't think I'm making 'special friends' at a time like this, Ray." 

"I'm just saying!" He exclaimed with his mouth full and a dramatic expression.

"Speaking of special friends; where's Karla?" 

Randy clanked the spoon in the bowl with a sigh. "Not…Cuddling up and watching tv that's for sure...She didn't even find the VHS tape thing from earlier funny." 

"Is she mad at you over me staying?" 

"No, she's mad at the situation. She hasn't had to deal with this sort of thing as much as we have. You saw how I reacted earlier so imagine her." 

"I know…Should I talk to her?" 

"Not right now, YN. She's practical. She'll understand, she just needs time…For now, I can't say both kids won't be sleeping in bed with me and her with this situation. " 

"Agreed and I'm not sleeping much myself with this going on…Anyways, on a lighter note, what are we watching?" You asked sipping your drink.

"Scooby Doo. The kids love it. Me? I can't stand the Dennis guy that plays Shaggy." 

You choked on the liquid in your cup, gagging at the name. "W-W-What?!" You stammered.

Randy gave you a strange smile. "Geez, you alright? You're supposed to breath after drinking." 

"What name did you just say?!" 

"Dennis? Dennis Rafkin? He's just some one hit wonder...Oh, right! He auditioned for Stu years ago on Stab during…Well, you know." He picked up the DVD and looked at the cover, flicking Shaggy's face. "Yep. That'll do it. That's why I don't like him. He looks like he got hit in the face with a shovel aka too much like Stu Macher for my comfort." 

Your mouth hung open so wide you thought your lower jaw would fall off. You jerked the DVD from Randy. Blood running cold at Stu on the cover as Dennis Rafkin playing Shaggy…

Randy gave you a strange look. "…Did you meet him on set or something?" 

You had to quickly force yourself to recover. "Y-Yeah. Yeah I did." You swallowed hard as Mindy interrupted you. 

"Shh! It's starting!" 

Randy sighed with a playful eye roll. Whispering to you. "She has to reenact her favorite characters word for word…No idea where she got that from. " He winked at you as you forced a smile even though you wanted to crawl into a hole.

You watched with wide eyes, a dry mouth no matter how much you drank…And butterflies you blamed on nerves as you saw Stu pretending to be Shaggy on a popular movie that was made a year after Roman and Neil were Ghostface…If Billy was still alive and well wherever he was; you wondered how much his head would explode if he was in the room right now

#im writing about my choice for Randy's kids later lol #scream #stu macher #billy loomis #my writing #scream fanfiction #yn fanfic #she her yn #my stories #fanfic #scream 4 #fours a franchise

[sensei-venus]

I have to watch Abbott Elementary but I've seen clips and yes 😂 I just know Demetri would teach science and students would make him question his life choices with the shit they do in labs (i say that and it reminds me of the time I was in high school and a guy went around poking girls in the ass with an exacto knife 😮‍💨)

But not the point. I just know the students ship him and the librarian so hard. When they see him eating lunch with her, they talk about them and gossip about how cute they are!

But imagine after a year of them dating, Reader winds up pregnant (from demetris fat monster cock ofc lol) and when the students return to school, she's already showing and they're freaking the fuck out because wtf already? Really?

- gemini sensei

I imagine they start dating in the middle of the school year, most of the kids are already talking about it in the halls. A few kids spy on them in the faculty lounge eating during lunch. They see the two of them laughing together over lunch. They notice how close they are, Demetri scooting as close as he can to her.

All the kids start pulling their bets.

It’s only confirmed when they catch him kissing her hand all romantic like one day after school in the abandoned library. Two lone students trying to return some books before they get kicked out of the building for the day. Of course, Demetri and Reader never see them peaking through the library doors, they run off as soon as they see the two getting all kissy and gross.

Half the school bets are called, kids fist bumping and whooping over the easy money after the news about what was seen in the library.

But that doesn’t stop the kids from still tracking the progress between the two adults. Most of the girls are talking about “when the wedding will happen.” And the guys are joking about how nerd like Demetri’s proposal will be. It’s a sweet little romantic drama going on in the school and the kids are loving it.

Sadly at some point summer comes and school is out. The kids believe that it will just be the end of it until the next school year starts.

When the next school year starts everyone, like everyone is surprised.

Because Ms,Readers sweaters are no longer baggy and her blouses are tight and so are her skirts.

They are tight enough to show off her now rounding out belly, no longer pudge but a round belly underneath the tight material.

The kids see the way she favors her belly now. The way she’s touching it more every now and then, resting her hand on the new bump.

And when they see the new engagement rings on both adults, they know it. Most of the students just can't believe it, not that they didn't awkwardly think about their two favorite school adults having sex at some point after everything. Their just surprised that it happened so fast. They didn’t think their nerdy rambling teacher would get so far so quick with they nice librarian. And the fact he got her pregnant so quick?

Minds blown.

(Btw @gemini-sensei , I’m going to NEED some smut at some point with Teacher!Monster Cock!Demetri and Pregnant!Librarian!Reader, like I’m going to need it to survive this new addiction.👀👁👁😍)

#sensei venus speaks #gemini sensei #cobra kai #cobra kai blog #cobra kai ask blog #cobra kai confessions #cobra kai imagine #cobra kai blurbs #teacher!demetri #librarian!reader #pregnant reader

[lunarrscribbles]

continued from here because tumblr is a bitch / @fillyoursoulxx

"You've given this a lot of thought," she said, mock-concern on her features. "I mean, I know your sisters are a lot but they're not that bad. I'm keeping one eye open around you from now on." The silly back and forth is another plus, another tick in the good column on his behalf because she couldn't joke like this with a stranger. A stranger didn't know her history like he did, even if it was more of a spectator versus an actual contributor. Though any premeditated murderous fantasies are gone when she hears the music and she can't help but hum along with it. "I didn't know you were capable of playing something at a normal listening level," she teases, letting him know that yes, she remembered.

The funny thing about all of this is that at the time, she didn't give a second though to the things that he did for her. He wasn't bowing at her feet, but there had been song dedications and corny jokes, all things she had attributed to a silly teenaged crush, and it was all things that she had forgotten the second they happened. But now, it felt like memory after memory was being pulled from the depths of her mind, remembering the moments he did this or said that. It was a surreal feeling to say the least. And it was that same feeling when he pulled out the food. "You remembered my favorite sandwich?" she asks, a hint of disbelief to her tone. Eva can't remember the last time a boyfriend had remembered the tiniest of details about her, but she chalked it up to the history and afternoons spent when she'd help Max babysit him and Dallas and they'd make sandwiches after school. Strangely, the sandwich felt better than any meal a restaurant could prepare.

She pulled the sandwich out of the plastic and took a bite, letting out a hum of satisfaction. "You even put honey," she groaned, looking over at him and when did he get so close? The arm behind her head did not go unnoticed but she didn't say anything as she took another bite, simply enjoying this moment. If she thought too long about it, she'd freak out and run away, not believing how well he was actually doing on this not-date. Peeking into the basket, she pulls out a bottle of water and, after a few seconds of rummaging, finds a mini Cinnamon Whiskey. "I wonder if these two go together," she mused, popping the top and drinking half the bottle before taking another bite of sandwich. It was definitely a combination but not an unpleasant one. The bottles reminded her more of his sisters than him, rummaging through their uncle's liquor cabinet, trying to keep things looking as if they were untouched. Failing more than succeeding at times.

So caught up in the food and the music and actually having a nice moment with him, she barely registers when he talks, though she actually listens this time, no quick jab or teasing comment falling from her lips. His words are deep, referencing her earlier thoughts about the fireflies, and she doesn't respond right away. Instead, she eats the remainder of her sandwich, and it's not until the song is over does she say anything at all. "Are you trying to say that I'm magic?" she asks as she tucks her trash back into the basket and she turns her body so she's facing him versus sitting side by side. "Or that there could be magic between us?" Maybe it's just the small whisper of alcohol running through her system because of the mini bottle, or it's the magic they both have spoke about, but she feels lighter, like she might actually believe there's something more out there. "I have something I've been wanting to ask you since you asked me on this not-date. Why have you had a crush on me for so long? Like ... is this some type of self-challenge that you need to conquer? Notch in your bed post type deal? Which I am totally not offended by, by the way." She reaches out, hands on his arms to assure him as much before she pulls back. "I'm just curious."

#𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 louis + eva #fillyoursoulxx #interactions / eva

[solitaryandwandering]

Get to Know Me Ask Game

Tagged by @wen-kexing-apologist and @waitmyturtles, two of my fave moots!!

RULES: bold the ones that are true & tag 10 people to do it.

APPEARANCE

blonde hair // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // I have one or more piercings // I have at least one tattoo // I have dyed or highlighted my hair (both, I've had horrible hazelnut highlights, a dark blue streak, and red hair; I want to dye my hair red again at some point) // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces (four years! then I didn't wear my retainers often enough and fucked my teeth up again RIP) // I sunburn easily (not SUPER easily but I do have to be mindful, I also burn and tan in patches which is HIGHLY IRRITATING) // I have freckles (not many, mostly on my shoulders) // I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup // I don’t often smile // I am pleased with how I look // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards

HOBBIES & TALENTS

I play a sport (not currently, but I used to play soccer, and did a handful of other stuff like track and volleyball) // I can play an instrument (I used to be pretty decent at violin, it's been YEARS but I feel like I would be okay if given time to relearn and practice) // I am artistic (-ally-minded? I'm not great at drawing or anything like that but I'm very imaginative and creative) // I know more than one language (I don't consider myself fluent in more than one anymore but yes: English and ASL) // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition // I can cook or bake without a recipe (yes, but I do not. my OCD freaks out if I don't follow recipes, it has actively screwed up dishes when I give in to compulsions versus my instinct, sob) // I know how to swim // I enjoy writing (yes, but it also stresses me out) // I can do origami // I prefer movies to TV shows // I can execute a perfect somersault (not anymore, my back would break in half) // I enjoy singing (not well) // I could survive in the wild on my own (I don't think I'm totally incapable but realistically-speaking I'd die pretty quickly) // I have read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with friends (yes, I LOVE my friends, but unfortunately I am also an introvert with sensory/physical disabilities, social anxiety and a buttload of social trauma so I've had to learn to limit social interactions including social media, texting, etc. otherwise I get super overwhelmed and descend into panic attacks. it's fun! but I do really enjoy spending time with my buddies when I can, they're some of my favorite people in the world!!) // I travel during work or school breaks // I can do a handstand (against a wall yeah lol)

RELATIONSHIPS

I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year (my entire life, oh woe) // I have a crush // I have a best friend who I’ve known for ten years (my best friend and I will have known each other for ten years next year, but my oldest and one of my closest friends and I have known each other since preschool, around 24 years) // my parents are together (they're technically still married but they're not together in any other sense, THANK GOD. you all have no idea how much I've hoped this would happen) // I have dated my best friend (lmfao no but it's a running joke that everyone thinks or has thought my best friend and I are dating, since we very first met in college the rumors have been unreal) // I am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // I have a long distance relationship (with friends!) // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends (it's kinda my thing) // I have made an online friend (this is complicated. I've met many people online who I'm friendly with and who consider me their friend but... I have C-PTSD and trust issues lol. It's hard for me to feel close to people.) // I met up with someone I have met online (not yet!!!)

AESTHETICS

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sun rise (intentionally and unintentionally) // I enjoy rainy days (sort of? I enjoy them more when I'm out and walking around in them but they mostly make me really lethargic and sometimes make my joint/chronic pain flare up. today is a rainy day and lethargy is hanging around!) // I have slept under the stars (I guess? probably?) // I meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me (if crickets, absolutely not. birds chirping and singing is one of my favorite sounds ever though. it's the thing I miss most about not living in a city, though sometimes they do make an appearance) // I enjoy the smell of the beach (depends on the beach, but yes) // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep // I enjoy thunderstorms (mostly, yes, but I'm one of those people who gets a pressure headache whenever one is in the distance. I'm a human barometer) // I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire // I pay close attention to colors (not as much as others do but I do enjoy some good color) // I find mystery in the ocean // I enjoy hiking on nature paths (yes, but less and less over the years as walking has become harder) // autumn is my favorite season

MISCELLANEOUS

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle (and anywhere else, lol hello sleep disorder) // I am the mom friend (absolutely, but I'm slowly letting this go a bit. it's become a bit of an overcompensation for perceived flaws. but it'll always be a part of my personality) // I live by a certain quote (no, but there is a kind of mantra I've come up with to help me during low periods: "I am worth trying for.") // I like the smell of sharpies (yeah but I'm not going around sniffing them) // I am involved in extracurricular activities (does volunteering count?) // I enjoy Mexican food // I can drive a stick shift // I believe in true love (complicated. I believe in love - that's basically my entire belief system - but I don't believe in fate. I don't believe in the concept of there being one person out there who will heal all my ills and be a perfect partner and sweep me off my feet. but... I am a romantic at heart and there's a small part of me that hopes that if I ever have a romantic relationship it'll be one and done. regardless of how irrational I know that is. I've literally been a domestic violence preventionist/relationship/sex educator, trust me, I know!) // I make up scenarios to fall asleep (it's basically the only way I can sleep) // I sing in the shower (not really but I do make weird noises and talk to myself!) // I wish I lived in a video game (WHO would want this?? sounds like a Kafkaesque nightmare) // I have a canopy above my bed // I am multiracial // I am a redhead // I own at least 3 dogs

I don't have anyone to tag since pretty much everyone I thought of has already been tagged. If you want to do this go for it!!!

#it's me #tag game #been a while since I've seen this post format #fun!!

[lovelyirony]

hi!!! would you mind doing: “you are the one, you are the only one I was born to know/beyond the crush of any summer lust and we dared to go” Night Like This prompt for maria hill/steve rogers? if you don't want to thats totally fine! thank u

Maria didn’t often like any sort of party. She was a solitary person who preferred to drink wine by herself or with two people max. 

This meant nothing to Tony. 

“You have to come!” Tony said. “This is the end of the school year celebration for friends, and you’re a friend.” 

“You know I don’t like parties,” Maria says. “Too loud.” 

“This one won’t be. Closest friends, a house party. I’m making a cheese platter, Maria. This is serious business.” 

Maria pauses. 

A cheese platter means a small, intimate event. There is a lower chance of beer pong being played or music blaring. 

“...okay. But if it gets too overwhelming, I reserve the right to leave.” 

Tony cheers. “Dress code is casual, bye Maria!” He flounces away, humming to himself. 

(Stage One of Convincing Complete.) 

Maria hangs out with people. She’s not particularly social, but she likes going to the band’s concerts and being in small groups. She considers Tony and Natasha to be her best friends alongside Sharon. 

So she was expecting that they would tell her who would be there. 

No one told her about Steve Rogers. 

Steve holds out a hand to her immediately. 

“Hi, I’m Steve Rogers,” he says. “I’m transferring in the fall semester to your guys’ university!” 

“Maria Hill,” she answers immediately. “Do you know if Tony has the cheese plate out yet?” 

That’s the first thing she says to him. She had forgotten all basic manners in regards to thinking about a cheese plate. She was mortified. 

Steve takes it in stride and says he’s just finished laying it out. 

Maria takes refuge in the kitchen for ten minutes until Natasha drags her out. 

“You are not staying in the kitchen the whole time you nerd.” 

“Kitchens are good!” Maria protests, trying to dig in her heels. 

“I made you a glass of wine outside, so you’re eating your cheese outside and socializing,” Natasha says. “Bruce wants to ask you what you thought about the last symphony.” 

Maria goes outside. It feels nice, a slight summer breeze swaying the paper lantern lights and wafting the smell of smoke from the grill over. 

She sits by Steve. She does not really know what to ask him first. 

So she asks him a question. Not a particularly relevant one, but a question all the same. 

“What celebrity would you fight if you had the chance?” Maria asks. 

Steve looks surprised. 

“Um...probably Piers Morgan? I think I could put him through a wall.” 

It’s a nice start to conversation. 

From there, they talk about fighting techniques, which appetizer that Tony made is the best, and Maria learns that they actually don’t live that far away from each other at home. 

Steve’s studying art and art history, and he wants to be a high school teacher. Maria tells him all about her goal to work as a personal bodyguard and maybe get into a certain company. 

“I would trust you as a bodyguard,” Steve says, grinning. 

Maria drinks more wine. 

She gets a bit giggly, and enjoys dancing with Steve on the grass. Her shoes have already come off, as they are pointless at this moment and she likes feeling grass. 

“I’m glad you’re coming to our school,” Maria says, smiling softly. “I hope you hang out with us a lot.” 

“I will,” Steve says, grinning. “Why not when I have so much incentive to now?” 

Maria blushes. 

For the record, no one knew she could do that. Tony is currently picking his jaw up off the floor and Bruce is wondering if he can turn Maria blushing into a psychology study. 

Over the summer, they get closer. Maria will come to most events if Steve is there because if she falls asleep (and she does. Frequently), she usually can count on Steve to wake her up gently. 

(And if, sometimes, she got to stare into those baby blues? Well...that was the advantage.) 

Steve fixes her a plate of food if she comes late due to training for an internship starting in the semester. She smiles at him and pats his hand. 

Maria similarly likes going for runs with Steve, who is the only one in the group who likes going on them as much as she does. They go off the park tracks and try to make a game out of seeing who can escape the other. 

They laugh together on a rainy, muggy day as Steve slips into a creek, and Maria joins him. They’re covered in mud, laughing. 

“You’re crazy,” she tells Steve, getting up out of the creek. 

“I’m glad you like crazy,” Steve teases, reaching out a hand. “Can’t believe a pretty girl like you likes to run this early in the morning with me.” 

“Well I do,” Maria responds. 

They’re still holding hands. 

She doesn’t mind it. 

It’s in July 2nd when she realizes that Steve’s birthday is in two days and she’s gotten him nothing yet. 

This involves dragging Natasha and Sharon to the store with her. 

“You could get him a freaky watch thing,” Sharon says, pointing to the step tracker. 

“He broke one last year and says they’re inefficient for his requirements,” Maria answers. “His favorite candy is Twizzlers.” 

“Ugh, old man vibes,” Natasha groans. “Twizzlers? Seriously?” 

“They’re good,” Maria defends. “And this is for Steve, not you who likes luxury items from Europe.” 

“Maybe you could get him a serious gift,” Sharon says. “What about a key to an apartment for next year?” 

“He’s already picked where he’s living and it’s not like that,” Maria denies. 

“You go running together. Make each other that weird, healthy breakfast,” Sharon reminds her. 

“So what?” 

“You like him,” Nat teases. “I think your gift should be telling him.” 

“Birthday gifts are supposed to be good, not sad as fuck,” Maria tells her. “Maybe I’ll get him a new set of spatulas. He mentioned he needed them for his apartment.” 

“Nerds,” Natasha says. “Think about it.” 

Maria thinks about it. 

A lot. 

On one side, she can kind of guess that Steve likes her back. They make breakfast together and sometimes she thinks they stare at each other a bit too long to be “just friends.” 

On another side, she has a pretty hard time believing that they’re anything but friends. They do friend stuff. She’s made breakfast with Tony once or twice. 

(But they don’t stare at each other like that.) 

She decides to remedy her problem and tell him on the Fourth of July. 

Steve is grinning at everyone making a big deal about his birthday. The fireworks show starts, and they all flinch with the first two or three booms. 

They’ve already given their presents, and Steve kisses her on the forehead when she gives him the spatulas. 

“For breakfast on campus,” Maria said with a grin. 

Now she’s lying on Steve’s lap, watching the fireworks and them pointing out their favorite ones. 

She looks up at him, smiling impossibly wide. 

“I think I’m in love with you,” she says. 

Steve’s face gets a look of surprise. 

“You don’t have to do anything about it,” Maria backtracks. “Just thought you should know.” 

Maria gets the best damned kiss of her life right then and there. 

(Thor wins forty dollars.) 

They still run in the mornings on campus. Sure it’s a little earlier, but that doesn’t bother either of them. 

#lovelyirony writes #maria hill #steve rogers #stevemaria #captainhill #ah i love these two #they're CUTE #yes they're freaks and half their dates are running together #YES she bought him spatulas #what more did you want out of me #college au #summertime :) #my favorite time of the year

[arcadejohn127-9]

ALSO- I have a request! Brothers (+royals if you want) reacting to an MC who is extremely affectionate once they like someones- gives hugs, praises often, gives gifts, does their best to help when they can- but if any of this affection is returned they cry. Hard. Because they're emotionally constipated and any affection or love they receive overwhelms them- this also embarrasses them extremely-

Damn.... didn't think I'd feel called out by a prompt request XD it seems my time has come!

I'm guessing royals are Diavolo and barbatos so I added them but if you ever request again and someone you wanted wasn't here, feel free to comment and I'll make sure to add them

Brothers + Diavolo & barbatos with an overly affection MC with issues

Lucifer:

He grew use to your affection ways

The words of praise when you notice he finished a work load

Or when you'd pat his head when he was tired

At first he wondered why you would handle or touch him likes he's a fragile doll but he grew to love how gentle you were

Subconsciously he'd lean his head down whenever he completed a task expecting a head pat

Even if you weren't there but if he's caught he'll just pretend he was tired

Lucifer wasn't always the most affectionate, especially as he rarely shows how much he genuinely loves the people around them

He decided to return the gesture, you recently got a high grade in a class you were struggling in

He patted your head, giving it a light ruffle

"You did good, you're improving alot - it's very promising."

Didn't expect you to start crying, aggressively shoving away your tears

"what's wrong? Did something-"

"I just- this is embarassing- you patted my head and people don't really do that for me and I just-"

"Ah, I see, then I shall do it more often."

"even in public?"

He was never a public man, wanting to get his softer side hidden in the protection of his soul and the walls surrounding his room

But here you were, crying because he simply caressed your cheek

He wants you to be happy and feel as loved as he does

So he'll happily push his walls down for you

"if it means this much to you, then yes but let's keep it appropriate."

Mammon:

"How's my handsome super model?! Did it go well? Aww you look tired, let's get you rested, okay?"

He's so in love

No one has ever made him feel this mooshy and love sick and he's ANCIENT

He's use to his brothers always insulting him - he likes a good tease and making a rude remark about each other but they tend to push it

They hit his Insecurities and think he can handle it because they're demons

But he wasn't always

Then you came along, giving him head pats and words of praise

Always standing up for him

He fell for you so quickly and so hard

He basically turns into a puppy when he's with you

When you left with Satan to get groceries he had to be forced to not go with you, waiting at the stairs for you to come back

As soon as Satan left with even your bags included, he came bolting for you

Leaping into your arms and squeezed you tight, insisting he didn't miss you but just got bored

The way he's nuzzling your cheek says otherwise

When you began crying he immediately panicked

"Did Satan do something to ya?! I swear I'll beat-"

"I'm just not use to others being as affectionate as I am back to me - it's okay."

"Huh?! Well I guess the greatest demon of all time has to be that person, that's me! Don't forget it, okay?! I'm going to smother you."

Mammon is already a touchy person but knows to be respectful, since that day his hands are always on you

Either holding your hand, touching your shoulder, petting your hair or just Hugging you

Levithan:

Levithan isn't one to give or receive when it comes to affection

He tends to get overwhelmed by just a head pat and gets embarassed if his fingers accidentally brush against yours

You're an overly affectionate person

He's a simple man who needs self worth

It's definitely a good duo

You've learned to be more vocal about your praises and affections, still testing the waters with physical touch

But from time to time he'll ask to get a head pat if he's really proud of himself

Has made you call him your little pog champ

"Levi are you- oh sorry you're streaming- I'll just leave these here."

He was confused until he saw the section dish filled with different snacks with a energy drink in the middle

He almost teared up

"No! Stay with me, they'll like you!"

In an act of no thoughts and boldness, he pulled you into his lap

You fell awkwardly and was half straddling half on his side

As soon as you got comfortable you hide your face In his neck forcing back tears

Not wanting to cry on stream

"You're so sweet, levi, I'm sure your followers can agree."

He literally short circuited

Hiding his face in your shoulder as he got flustered

"You're sweeter than me, you're always being nice to me - I really lo- like you for that."

Anyone who watched that stream now ships you - the non believers didn't believe all the stories he told about you but now they had physical proof

That stream was re-upload so many times with comps filled with him gushing about you

Levithan is determined to make sure you never see them but it's too late and you cried with joy in your room

Next time you saw him you kissed his cheek and he immediately melted

Did kiss your cheek back though but did it so quick and harsh that you stumbled backwards

Satan:

Someone being gentle to him????

Someone who doesn't keep away from his because of his sin????

Who??? What??!!

You're the who! he was SHOCKED you were so happy to get close to him and just treat him so kindly

He made a theory on the Devildom detectives group that you're actually an angel but it backfired by demons just telling him he's got feelings for you

He does but he didn't expect to get called out on a whole forum

"You're really smart, thanks for always helping me with my studies - I've found It alot easier to study and remember all my notes now, you're a good teacher!"

He's so smitten with you

You could be saying the most disgusting or insulting thing and he'd still smile and nod

He needed help getting food for this secret but really not so secret pet cat and you gladly accepted to help him

When you two were just spending time together in his room and when suddenly picked up his cat

You didn't think too much of it but grinned when he booped the cats nose onto yours

"thank you for being so kind to me- it means alot."

the cat was like you; overly affectionate so it didn't surprise you when it started gently pawing at your face and giving you little kisses

"I feel embarrassed by admitting this so I'm letting Chaos show how I feel."

He avoided looking at you

It would be for the best as you started crying, taking the cat from his hold and kissing it's head repeatedly

"and that's how I feel about you trying to move through your discomfort and be open with me."

His cheeks are BURNING

Holds your hand throughout the rest of the hang out

Asmodeus:

You're being gentle and affection despite Everyone perceiving him as a sex hungry annoyance?

You're immediately his favourite - sorry Solomon

You always understood his protectiveness over his appearance

Fixing his hair and pushing back stands if you ever pet it

You didn't need to but you always told him you washed your hands before touching his face

You always did these simple things to make him feel at ease

But he loved your touch

No matter any comment he makes; he adores you and just being able to have these tender moments with you

He knew you were special to him when you walked in on him

Barely awake, hair messy, no makeup or moisturizer - he didn't look even the slightest bit appealing

And just smiled, looking at him no differently even when his voice came out tired and croaky

"You're really pretty even when you just wake up, it's so unfair - what's your secret?"

"because it's me, darling! I always look good~"

Internally, he was freaking out about how you liked him at what he deemed - his most unattractive state

So it only made sense he became more touchy and grew closer to you

"are you sure I look good in this? I know you're very up to date with fashion."

"You look stunning, I haven't seen a bad look on you yet, perhaps your charm is just as high as mine."

He was holding your hips, smiling as you both looked in the mirror

He wrapped his arms around you, leaning on your shoulder

"I think you look good all the time, you're just amazing like that."

You tried to hide your tears but he could see them, immediately asking you what's wrong

"Nothing- I just- that means alot coming from you and you're always being so affection towards me....its really nice."

He just hugs you tighter, smiling

"I just treat you how you treat me, you're a real angel."

Beezlebub:

This guy is worried about so many things

He's scared of hurting you

He's worried if he gets carried away with touching you he'll make you uncomfortable and his gluttony will act up; wanting more of your tender touch until he feels full

The last thing he wants is to make you uncomfortable or you feel forced to be affectionate to him because he could throw a fit

He's always ashamed of his hunger tantrums

But when he does do affection it's either carrying you or holding your hand

But was so happy whenever you cuddled hi against him or when you gave him praise

He could spend the whole day with you running your fingers through his hair, telling him he's a good demon and that he means something to you

"Can you finish this for me? I'm not feeling that hungry right now."

You offered your bowl to Beel, he happily took it

As you two spent time with each other he noticed you eyeing some of the more sweeter things set out on the table

He gently pushed it towards you

"Eat if you want it, I'll share."

You waved your hand, not wanting to take food from him

"I'm just snack-ish, I can't eat a meal right now."

You knew how hungry he could get and didn't want to leave him peckish

You knew that small feeling could easily turn into something bigger

But he just nudged it closer to you

"You eat what you want, I'll have what you don't finish."

You finally agreed, knowing he was insisting on you to eat with him

He patted your head, smiling as he watched you eat

"are you sure you won't still feel hungry?"

"you make me feel full, it soothes another type of hunger in me, it's nice."

He grabbed your hand, nuzzling his cheek against it, he couldn't stop smiling as you just looked at him in surprise

You finally grinned, tearing up and shook your head, you leaned against him and continued eating

Gripping his hand tighter as you pushed back your tears

Belphegor:

He was spoilt

Beel was always looking after him, helping him get ready for school and drying his hair, carrying him around when he was too tired to walk

And you were only fueling his spoilt nature

You always showered him in affection

Petting his hair whilst he laid his head on your lap, combed his tail, told him he looked cute

"My precious little belphie, are you feeling okay? I noticed you were struggling to sleep today at lunch."

Whilst he believed he looked intimidating with his heavy bags and sleepy grin

You found him adorable, treating him like a sweet innocent boy on those special nights of just you two cuddling

It's been a long time since he's felt innocent

You were always checking in on him

Making him feel special and cared for

He was a soft mess in your hands

"Hold me more, your hands feel so nice~"

He placed his hands on yours, making you gently squish his cheeks

"Don't you wanna cuddle?"

He raised a brow, a smug smile growing on his face

"it seems you want to."

"we don't have to-"

"If you wanna be held just ask, I'm more than happy to hold you."

He wrapped his arms around you, shifting his position and buried his face into your chest, humming as your hands ran through his hair

He gave you a small squeeze

"It feels good to be the one hugging you, you're always so comfy~"

He began murmuring how much he loves this time with you, drifting to sleep as he praised you, letting himself mindlessly go on about how wonderful and sweet you are until he started to snore

You let your tears fall

Holding him closer as you softly thanked him for his words

He just hugged you tighter in his sleep, his smile growing

UNDATEABLES↓

Diavolo:

This man is TOUCH STARVED

the fact you're unafraid to be with him and around him is already amazing but you freely hold his hand and pat his head

He thinks he's knocked his head and been taken to the celestial realm

People are intimidated by his title as prince and having you so care free in his company is new for him

So of course he enjoys how affectionate you are!

He embraces all your touches and praise!

He's even had you sitting on his lap during meetings, letting you hug him after a tiring day of studying

"You did great today, I really felt your passion for this new project, I think the students will really enjoy it!"

He gets so happy everytime you even look his way

Your smile alone fuels him for the whole day

"Meet me in the castle today, there's something I need you to do for me."

You agreed, not thinking much of it; most likely a new update on the school fair

What you didn't expect was to be greeted by shopping bags and gift boxes and even a human sized teddy bear with demon horns, you tried to ignore them as Diavolo came jogging down the steps

"What did you need me for?"

"I want you to see what you like, I bought as much as I could before Barbatos stopped me, I hope they're up to your liking."

You were speechless

You felt as if you touched the gifts you wouldn't be able to hold back; you were excited to see what he got but you didn't want to seem too excited

"Please, go ahead - it's all yours unless something is not up to your liking."

You finally went through the shopping bags; there was clothes, products, jewelry, shoes and all other sorts of items

You hugged the giant close to your chest, choking back on your tears

"thank you-"

"No need to thank me, you're always so kind to me I just wanted to return the favour."

Barbatos:

You were a like a breath of fresh air, someone he could just go to

He can unwind and be rewarded for his efforts and others normally don't notice

Whilst his lord was always praising him, it felt different with you

It felt so joyful

You would brush through his hair, always thank him even if he's just doing his job and always seem to be in awe at what he does

He'll never forget the gloves you gave him, sleek and a perfect fit with a cursive 'B' stitched to the edge - they were enchanted to warm up whenever he got cold

"Wow! You prepared all this?! That must of taken you ages! You're really amazing, Barb."

"I'm simply doing my job but your praise makes it all worth it."

Often invites you to the castle for tea

He'll make any excuse to have you come see him; the prince wants to talk, he wants a hand with a recipe, he needs an outsider's opinion on something

Whatever he can come up with; he will use it

You might as well just stay in one of the guest bedrooms because you're always coming to the castle

Speaking of excuses; today Barbatos decided to thank your lovely behaviour

Convincing you to come to the castle and meet him in the dining hall

"I saw you eyeing some recipes whilst helping me in the kitchen so, I made you them AND wrote down how I did it exactly so you can make them any time you like."

"I- you didn't have to do that! Thank you for this, they look delicious."

"I always wanted to give you this."

You couldn't even ask what it was

He already held it up for you to see

It was a box of gloves with your the first letter of your name stitched onto the edge

They were heat up gloves!

"I thought you'd appreciate your own as they'll always be handy but the gesture of matching with someone you're close to is very appealing."

He helped you put the gloves on, pinching the tip of your fingers to make sure they fitted properly

He held your hand, admiring how it looked in his

You couldn't stop a few tears forming, smiling

You felt abit silly crying over heat up gloves but you couldn't help it

"I want to match with you more often, perhaps one day it'll end up being a ring."

#obey me #obey me shall we date #gamingclubpresident #obey me mammon #obey me shitpost #aracadejohn217 9 #obey me mc #obey me asmodeus #obey me beezlebub #obey me satan #obey me luke #obey me levithan #obey me lucifier #diavolo obey me #obey me diavolo #obey me belphegor #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me imagine #obey me x reader #obey me headcanons #demon brothers #FLUFF #SO MUCH FLUFF

[ghostlykeyes]

head canons for aki getting more piercings???

genuinely drooling thinking abt him with more piercings uwah (also, this kind of turned into general jewelry head canons just to pad the word count)

Aki

It's not hard to convince Aki to get more piercings. Himeno already put most of the work in by convincing him to get his first piercings, and from there, it's much easier. All you have to do is give him your best puppy-dog eyes and he'll cave, claiming he was already thinking about getting more done anyway. Most of his new piercings are limited to his ears; a few more tiny studs poked through along his ear lobes, and then maybe an industrial in his upper ear if he's still feeling the piercing itch. He figures if he gets sick of a piercing or starts to regret it, he'll just take the jewelry out and let the hole close up.

When he's getting pierced, Aki is weirdly resistant to the pain. He barely blinks when the needle's pushed through. It's enough to freak out the piercer a little.

You're genuinely shocked when Aki comes home with a silver horseshoe-shaped septum piercing one day (it totally has nothing to do with the fact that you told him septum piercings were hot one time, no way). Most of the time, he leaves it flipped up inside his nose. If you like it, though, he'll leave it visible when you're together. After it heals, he gets a black nose ring so it matches his earrings.

Aki keeps it simple. His earrings are plain studs, and he wears the same pair most of the time. Until, of course, you buy him a pair for his birthday. These become his new go-tos, and he whispers in your ear that they're the best gift anyone's ever gotten him. He loves when you buy him earrings; the sentiment of wearing something and thinking of you is sweet to him. As long as they aren't flashy enough to get him some weird looks when he's at the grocery store, Aki regularly wears any pair of earrings you buy for him.

If your ears are pierced too, Aki gets you a gorgeous pair of diamond studs (yes, real diamonds, and he won't tell you how much they cost when you ask) and a matching pair for himself, too. Often you'll both wear this set when you go on a date together; if you ask if he matched you on purpose, he just shrugs and says it's a coincidence (he definitely did not sneak a peek at your ears to check if you were wearing them while you were getting ready, nope. No way.).

A close call isn't exactly rare for Public Safety Devil Hunters, but once time after he gets hurt and you're particularly upset he gives you his favorite pair of earrings. He presses them into your palms, closes up your hands, and brushes a gentle kiss over your knuckles. "For safekeeping," he claims. From then on they're your good luck charm. Whenever he's working and you start to worry, running your fingers over the cool metal helps calm you down.

NSFW (below the cut for safety reasons ;3)

No matter how much you beg, Aki solidly refuses to get his dick pierced. Not happening. Ever.

A tongue piercing, though...that's not as hard to convince him on. He can't go down on you while it's healing, but he certainly makes up for it after it's all healed up.

Whenever he feels especially teasing, Aki slips an ice cube into his mouth and waits until the metal in his tongue is freezing. Then he traps your legs in his vice-like grip, working you over, lapping, sucking... no matter how much you squirm, or beg, or clench your fingers in his dark hair, he doesn't stop until the sensation of ice-cold metal mixed with the heat of his tongue has your cum dripping down his face, wet and sloppy. Don't expect to be let go after one orgasm...Aki keeps a whole cup of ice by the bed, and you're in for a long night.

Getting Aki to get more piercings is stupidly easy if you tell him that his piercings are a turn-on. After his latest piercing, he'll always ask you what you think, half smirking because he already knows you think he's damn sexy. Your answer usually starts out halfway innocent but ends with his cock in your mouth.

#hayakawa aki #aki hayakawa #aki hayakawa/reaer #aki x reader #chainsaw man x reader #chainsaw man/reader #aki chainsaw man #chainsaw man headcanons

[writer-ish]

makai

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Dr. Brooke Spiers) Word Count: 3.4k Rating: 18+ (NSFW - minors dni) Author's Note: makai (mah-kigh) - one of the four key directions on Oahu, but used on all Hawaiian Islands; makai means "toward the ocean".

Premise: A follow-up fic to this text exchange. Ethan and Brooke meet for a little pre-planned Hawaiian rendezvous.

Hey, I’m here. Where you at?

Brooke taps out the message on her cell phone, keeping one eye on the almost-empty lobby.

It's late now - late for check-in, late for milling around, late, it seems, for Hawaii itself - and she'd be lying to herself if she said she wasn't feeling a bit sleepy—a bit like, maybe, she should be getting up for a six AM shift in Boston after having gotten a good seven hours of sleep the night before?

Rather than waiting for her elderly boyfriend to meet her for a late-night swim - and a little more, hopefully - after sleeping a total of five half-lucid hours on an airplane in the last twenty-four hour period.

She's about to text him again, when she hears a voice from behind her.

"Christ, enough with the texting already."

Whirling around, she can't help the grin that splits her cheeks at the sight of him. Without responding, she throws her arms around his neck, squeezing him in an impromptu hug. His hair is a little damp and appears freshly washed and there's the sharp, pleasant, and familiar smell of his cologne that she inhales when she presses her body to his.

He seems almost nonplussed at her public and spontaneous affection, his arms staying at his sides for a beat longer than they should, before he returns her embrace. She giggles as he even takes her for a half spin, kissing her neck before setting her down, hands lingering at her hips.

"Well, aren't you in a good mood," he comments, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

She shrugs, giving him a cheeky grin. "It's nice to see you. Plus," she adds, taking his hand and interlocking her fingers with his as she starts to walk, "I'm in vacation mode, so you're going to a get a much better version of me for the next few days."

He allows her to lead him out of the lobby and to the stone pathway that will eventually take them down to the beach.

"I like the version I get at home," he remarks once they're in the open air, which smells like hibiscus and coconut and the reminiscent warmth of the sun still emanating from the stones.

As they walk, he tugs her closer and puts his arm over her shoulders. She smiles up at him as she wraps her arm around his waist. He returns it, staring down at her with an inscrutable look, but one that causes a bloom of warmth to start in her chest and work its way outwards.

"It's nice to be somewhere different, though." Resting her head on his shoulder, they continue to amble down the path. "I like us at home, too, but…" She trails off with a shrug. "We work a lot. And don't see each other outside of work enough. I mean, I thought with you suspended I'd at least get a date night, then you had to go and get your freaking job back!"

He throws his head back and laughs, a loud, head-shaking, self-deprecating thing.

"Oh god, I've really done you wrong, haven't I?"

"Yes!" she insists, though she can't stop her own giggles. "Not even a dinner out. Our first movie in months was on the private jet that Vik got me."

Ethan rubs his chin thoughtfully. "I haven't gotten you a private jet yet?"

"Nope." Her hair tosses against her cheeks as she shakes her head, unable to keep the smile off her face. She loves teasing him, she loves being away with him, she loves—she cuts her thoughts short and focuses on their banter. "For shame, sir."

He glances at her and she sees the heat in his gaze as she calls him "sir". She bites her lip and looks up at him innocently. His eyes go from hers down to her lip in an instant and she laughs again.

"You're like one of Pavlov's dogs, I swear." Breaking free from him, she jogs lightly ahead of him down the path, her sandals slapping the pavement with her movements. "Anyway, your old bones are slowing me down. Keep up!" She takes off towards the beach, her sundress whipping around her legs, even as she can hear his bit off curse from behind her.

"I'm not running!" he calls, his voice growing distant as she puts more space between them.

"Your loss!" she yells over her shoulder, before turning around and jogging backwards to tease him even more. She screams as she sees him gaining speed quickly and her shrieks turn into hysterical giggles as he ducks down and lifts her effortlessly over his shoulder, continuing on without breaking his stride.

She buries her face in the thin cotton of his shirt so that she doesn’t wake up all the other sleepy inhabitants of their resort with her giddy snorts, especially when he playfully smacks her butt as he carries her steadily to the beach. Soon, she feels his steps change as his feet sink into the soft sand.

"Wow." His voice is soft and, even though it's coming from somewhere near her rump, it still carries over to where she is, hanging securely off his shoulder.

"I want to see!" She squirms and he grips her bottom, holding her still as he reaches up with his other hand. She feels him wriggle his finger under the heel strap of her sandals and she stills, waiting as he removes first one and then the other. Leaning forward, he places her down gently and she immediately wiggles her toes in the warm, fine sand before whirling around to take in the view.

"Oh, wow," she breathes as well, because truly there isn't another word for it.

The moonlight reflects off the dark surface of the waves, illuminating the gentle ebb and flow of the tide. Dark shadows on the horizon appear to be mountains or something in the distance - she hadn't had a chance to check out the beach in the daytime upon their arrival, so she's just seeing it now for the first time, perhaps not in all its colourful splendour, but still, majestic and beautiful in its own right.

And the stars - Brooke can't remember the last time she'd seen so many of them. They sparkle in the inky blue firmament like someone had tossed an infinity of tiny diamonds on a velvet tray. She breathes in the salty sweet air deeply as her and Ethan take in the view together, silently, for a moment.

"Thank you for asking me to come here with you," Ethan says quietly, eyes still on the sea and the sky. "I didn't realize how much I needed this… this quiet beauty. This moment of serenity."

She quirks a smile at him, taking his hand in hers. He looks down at their intertwined fingers and then back up at her face, his eyes warm and soft, the pale blue glistening in the moonlight.

"I did," she tells him simply with a little shrug, still smiling up at him.

He looks at her for another beat, his eyes conveying a message that only her heart understands, then he turns to her, stroking her cheek softly with his knuckles, before leaning in to place a soft kiss on her lips.

She cups his cheeks in her hands and returns it, keeping it soft, sweet, open-mouthed and warm. After a moment, she pulls back and looks up at him, the smile back on her face. It’s silly, but it almost feels like a permanent fixture tonight; one she can't get rid of even if she tries.

He’s watching her again, eyes heavy and heated, even in the glowing light of the moon. He slides his thumbs over her cheekbones in a light caress. "Brooke, I—"

Even though they’ve gone down this road many times before - the incomplete sentences, the longing looks, the words that are felt but not said - Brooke still feels her breath catch and her heart rate increase as she waits.

They stay suspended like that for a moment, the waves and the moon their only companions, when suddenly the call of a night bird, tropical and unfamiliar, breaks them from their reverie.

Ethan looks up and Brooke looks away, disappointed - though not surprised - that the moment got away from them again without any new revelations.

“Looks like we have company,” Ethan remarks, his voice carefully composed, even as he pulls her closer, rubbing her bare arms with his hands.

“Well,” Brooke replies, still determined to make this a good night, “as long as our only company is avian...” She pulls away from him, reaching up and teasing at the straps of her sundress. “What do you say we go for a swim?”

Biting back a smirk, he looks back and forth across the long expanse of beach. Her gaze follows his, ensuring along with him that they truly are alone. As much as she thrives on the spontaneity of a moment like this, she'd rather not have any of their colleagues - or any guest for that matter - see her naked. Which is exactly what she plans on being in due course.

“Looks pretty quiet.” His gaze locks in on hers again. “No?”

She nods, teeth catching at her bottom lip as she slowly backs up towards the water, pulling the straps of her dress down to fall on her upper arms. “Indeed it does, Dr Ramsey.” She pulls one arm out and then the other, leaving the dress clinging to the tops of her breasts. She continues to step backwards until her feet hit the shoreline, warm, frothy waves caressing her ankles. She laughs in delight and looks down, sliding around in the wet sand.

Ethan is closing in on her, his shirt already off. She sees he’s holding her sandals and his shoes in one hand, shirt slung over his arm.

“How’s the water?” he asks, though his eyes are still on the beach, as though he’s looking for something.

When she realizes his apparent destination, she can't help but shake her head fondly - he's walked over to one of the resort chairs, stacked up neatly for the evening, and is placing their shoes and his shirt on the pile.

Heaven forbid they get sand on them, she thinks, unable to stop the swell of affection she feels for her fastidious man.

Making her way over to him, she shimmies the dress up and over her head.

“Space for one more thing?” she asks innocently waiting for him to turn to look at her.

When he does, she gets immediate gratification at his dumbstruck look.

She had foregone a bra completely, so she watches as he takes her in from head to toe, nipples already stiffening in the exposed night air and under his gaze. She'd also pulled out the "special occasion" underwear, a lacy, boy-cut confection that she knew he'd appreciate.

And by the look in his eyes, he seems very appreciative.

Smiling cheekily, she shimmies down the underwear as well, tossing it to him before wading further into the water.

For all her bravado, standing stark naked on a public beach for longer than thirty seconds stretches the limits of her comfort, so it feels nice to seek both warmth and privacy in the languid tropical waves.

She had almost been worried that the water would be cold, but instead it's the perfect temperature - just nice enough to submerge herself in without feeling like she's entering a frigid bath. She wades out a bit deeper until the water just skims the top of her breasts and she turns in time to see Ethan entering the water.

Her heart picks up speed as she admires him, his naked, muscular body limned by the moonlight, walking into the ocean like some sort of reverse Poseidon, his eyes fixated on her and her alone.

Brooke shivers in a way that has nothing to do with water temperature, goosebumps lifting the fine hairs on her arms as she waits for him to get to her. The anticipation is sweet, but not as sweet as seeing him up close, smiling down at her as he collects her in his arms.

Their naked bodies slide together and she instinctively wraps her legs around his waist, feeling his arousal at the crux of her body. She kisses his neck, his jaw, his cheek, as his hands glide down to her bottom to lift her higher.

"This is nice," she murmurs, twining her arms tighter around his neck.

He hums in agreement, stroking her back up and down with one hand as they quietly watch the moon ripple on the horizon.

"I love touching you like this." He presses a kisses to her shoulder, squeezes her tighter. "If I could keep you this way, naked, pressed up against me, your skin on mine—if I could hold you like this forever, I would do it."

"Might be difficult to get work done." Her response is flippant, but his words have struck a chord deep inside her and her heart twangs painfully at the implications.

He snorts. "I don't care. Who needs work."

She pulls back to look at him, affecting a look of shock. "I'm sorry, who are you, and what have you done with Dr. Ethan Ramsey?"

He shakes his head, burying his face in her neck. When he speaks again, his words are muffled against her skin. "Dr. Ramsey has learned more in the past three years than in any of the previous years combined." He pulls back to look at her, one hand still holding her against him securely, the other pushing her damp waves back from her face. "Learned and grown and just—" He shakes his head before continuing. "Just tried to be better. To do better. Thanks to you." He kisses her and she can taste the salt on his lips.

"I can't take all the credit," she whispers against his mouth as they pull apart after a beat.

"Why not?" he whispers back, pressing another salty kiss to her lips. "You do it all the time at work anyway."

"Hey—!" She pulls away indignantly. "It's not my fault I’m the only one who can actually solve our cases—"

He laughs loudly and spins her around, making her lose track of her indignation as she dissolves into helpless giggles.

The warm water swirls over their bodies and she tightens her arms and legs around him. Her giggles inadvertently turn into a soft moan as she feels him, hard against her centre, settled right between her spread legs.

He tucks a kiss below her ear, nipping lightly at her pulse. "I want you so bad," he murmurs, sucking gently on the spot where he bit.

"So what are you waiting for," she breathes, her head lolling back as her hips move restlessly, her body stroking wetly against his length.

"Not in here," he groans, "the bacteria—not good for your—" He grunts as she presses more tightly against him, continuing to rub intimately in a way that has them both moaning.

"Have I ever told you—" She gasps, her breath coming out in short pants. "—how hot it is when you say the word 'bacteria' during sex?"

His response is a muffled groan into her shoulder as her jerky movements become more frantic, chasing the climax that has been inevitable since the first touch of salt water on her bare skin.

It's an odd sensation, the languid warmth of the ocean surrounding them while a different, more intimate, kind of wetness grows between. She misses the feel of him inside her during a moment like this, but there is something strangely, captivatingly erotic about making love this way. Their bodies sliding together in a new sort of intimacy, his rigid heat captured between her velvety folds.

“Ethan, I—” Her voice catches and his fingers tighten on her bottom, holding her to him in a way that hits that exact spot she needs it to. "Ah—ah!" She feels her muscles clench as a wave of pleasure crests…then crashes down over her. She lets out a moan, throwing her head back, the movement lifting her half out the water. Her nipples hit the cooler night air as her breasts emerge from the sea, and the feel of it in contrast to her climax sends prickles of sensation across her skin.

Ethan ducks down, kissing between her breasts as his hips jerk and finally still. He lets out a long groan through clenched teeth and she feels a bloom of warmth between them as she holds his head tightly against her chest. She can feel her heart pounding and his heartbeats echo hers from where his chest is pressed, closer to her stomach.

They hold each other for a protracted beat, the only sounds the crashing waves and their ragged breaths.

"Would you consider that," she finally says, still slightly breathless, "acceptable for my pH balance?"

He snickers deeply into her skin as he wraps his arms around her tighter before releasing her slowly. She allows her body to dip back and float leisurely on the bobbing waves. Letting out a contented sigh, she looks up at the stars, her eyes catching on a streak of light separate from the rest.

"Look!" She sits up quickly and grabs Ethan's arm, pointing at the sky.

He looks up as well and they watch as two, three stars make a quick descent from their position, a trail of sparkles in their wake.

"I've never seen a shooting star," she breathes, mesmerized.

He doesn't reply, so after a minute she glances over at him. He's staring at her, a soft smile tilting the corners of his lips. She can't see his face that well, even in the bright glow of an almost-full moon, but she recognizes the gentleness in his expression, the curve of his cheek as the shadow of a dimple barely appears.

She loves him so much.

She loves him so much that her heart aches with it, like a balloon that's about to pop or a cup that's overflowing.

She loves him for all his flaws, for all his hubris, for the ways he tries to be so good, and for all the ways he fails.

Her eyes well up as she looks at him, the words yearning to tumble from her lips. To tell him that she's always on his side. That he's hers, no matter what. There's no one else and there never will be.

That this is it, for her.

Instead she smiles back at him, albeit a little tremulously, and she leans forward, pushing off with her feet as she wades back to the shore.

He follows her quietly and they dress quickly, clothes awkward and difficult to tug onto their still-wet bodies.

As she grabs her sandals and goes to walk, he grabs her hand to stop her and pulls her into his arms.

They stand there for a bit, quiet and still, and Brooke feels all the little moments that have brought them here swirling around them in a hopeful nostalgia; the promise of things to come, built on a foundation of what they've surpassed.

"Time to sleep?" She looks up at the rumbling sound of his voice, blinking her eyes tiredly without even having realized just how tired she was.

"Mmm," she agrees, pulling away. "Your room or mine?"

He looks askance at her and she groans good-naturedly. "Fine, we'll be good. But see if you last more than one night without me. Just see!" She pokes his shoulder and grins at him and he catches her hand and holds it tightly against his chest, over his heart.

"Meet me for coffee tomorrow morning?" He brings her hand up to his lips and presses a kiss to the palm. "Hawaii has the best—"

"Yes, yes, I know, you talked my ear off about it on the plane, I remember." She shakes her head. "You're so boring I literally don't know how I stand you."

He grins at her and shrugs good-naturedly as they begin the slow walk back to the resort. "I try not to tempt fate too often by asking that very same question."

"Probably for the best." She tilts her head onto him and he drapes his arm around her shoulders. They meander down the path, away from the ocean, in comfortable silence.

She knows, deep down, how he feels about her. And if the final show of her loyalty to him is for her to wait until he's ready to tell her, well, then—

She'll wait.

#open heart #ethan ramsey #open heart fanfic #ethan ramsey x mc #open heart third year #oph 3 #playchoices open heart #nsft #mature #soft ethan is soft #we know how he feels #and so does brooke #can't wait to hear it for real

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ALRIGHT FUCKERS THIS IS GONNA BE A HELLA LONG MEGAPOST AS I WAS GIVEN THE OK

BASICALLY this is gonna be a collection of bullshit me and @blackfliesinbluesugar have come up with and drawn

It starts with Goldie still living in Ireland at 17-19 and Scrooge from ages 18-20 staying in Scotland. And long story short they're dumbasses as teens. Cliche forbidden romance type stuff. Goldie's dad has shot people in the foot for trying to mess around with Goldie or just even talk to her for too long. So the only logical explanation they have is make Scrooge hide in the barn when he visits.

Basically Scrooge chills in the barn for a while cause Goldie's the only one that ever really goes in there because she's in charge of all the chores there. Which is where the context of this post is from

After the first time they fooled around Goldie was like 'oh crap what if I got pregnant D:' and told her mom she's going through a phase of flowey/big dresses when in reality she's trying to hide a potential baby bump. Now her mom doesn't care because she's too caught up in the fact that Goldie is finally 'acting like a lady.'

So eventually because they never put together that 'hey, if we keeping doing this we're gonna end up with a baby', Goldie does end up pregnant. And because her dad is a dick and a 'I catch you with my daughter then you die' type of shotgun dad, Goldie is freaking tf out.

About a month after she finds out she's pregnant, the O'Gilt's (well mostly just Goldie and her mom lol) get invited to a fancy dinner and Scrooge is really wanting to see Goldie again. So what better way to see her than to travel to Ireland, steal a uniform, and sneak into said dinner party as a busboy. Problem is he can't risk Goldie's dad seeing him again so he tries to slick back his whiskers

But while Scrooge is running around, he eventually spots Goldie across the room. Now he's never seen her in anything fancy, usually just the flannel and green work skirt. And he just about dies 😭

By now she has a bit of a baby bump she's had to hide so she normally goes for high waisted dresses that immediately flow out.

Anyways, as Scrooge is putting on the uniform he realizes he has absolutely no idea how to actually be a busboy. He doesn't know the first thing about dining and stuff so he's just like AAAAAAA

As they both see each other, Scrooge gives a dorky grin and Goldie smiles before realizing he snuck in. Right when Scrooge goes to see her he gets dumped with a bunch of dishes he has to set. Goldie sees him struggling to figure out how to set a table and he just gives her a nervous grin while she's like 'oh you beautiful dumbass -_-'

She's turning red cause she's trying so hard not to burst out in laughter as Scrooge slips and a bunch of silverware falls on him

He's getting yelled at by the director but he's just giving Goldie a goofy grin from across the room.

Her parents: remember to be calm and not make a scene no matter wh-

Goldie watching Scrooge trip on the tablecloth: BWAHAHA

But as the dinner progresses, Goldie remembers Scrooge doesn't even know she's pregnant. So she keeps trying to tell him but they both constantly get pulled away to do other things.

Towards the end of dinner Scrooge gets a free moment and realizes then that 'holy shit I actually like really love her!' So he darts to wherever she is and is struggling to get it out cause he doesn't know how much time he has left. He eventually spits it out and tells Goldie he loves her and is immediately called away. Scrooge takes her hands and quickly kisses her cheek before running to wherever the director is calling him from.

Goldie is shocked and stays still for a moment but by the time the shock wears off she realizes Scrooge is already long gone and they don't see each other again. And now Goldie's like 'crap crap crap, he said he loves me and I didn't even tell him I'm pregnant.'

They aren't able to communicate for a while cause Goldie's so focused on trying to keep her family pleased while still hiding her baby bump, and Scrooge keeps getting sidetracked and forgetting to write. (You can't tell me that isn't something he'd do because he kept getting distracted in the life and times when coming back home). He has her address, and he has started a letter, and even his family knows about her. 3ish months pass of no communications until one night Goldie starts contractions.

She darts to the barn after the first contraction and realizes she has to do this alone. A letter takes a day to get to Scrooge and going to Scotland herself would take closer to 7 hours. At that point it would be safer to not move.

It's like 3am by the time she lays and the egg ends up being pretty small. The entire time Goldie was just getting sicker and sicker. She ends up too weak to even hide the egg and has a high fever. She seriously thinks she's not gonna make it for the first night she can barely stay conscious.

The next morning she has just enough strength to lazily hide the egg in the hay and sluggishly make her way back to the main house. Her parents are already up and she explains she started feeling iffy while doing chores and collapses.

Because her parents aren't completely heartless and she still is their daughter, her parents' main focus shifts to trying to nurse her back to health. They assume she fell with a bad flu and don't know she had spent all night laying an egg.

During this time she writes to Scrooge telling him to get over here asap, it's an emergency.

Goldie's parents take over her chores in the barn and the moment they said that Goldie went into panic mode again. During a lunch break she climbs through her window and runs to the barn to hide the egg better. She does, and she successfully makes it back to her room but collapses again and sleeps until the next day.

Scrooge arrives 3 days after she lays and now she's really panicking. She's still weak and sick, and her parents are coming closer and closer to finding the egg. Scrooge when he sees her is genuinely freaking out. Not only for the future and that he now has an egg, but because Goldie did it by herself in a dirty barn. She's still a little loopy even though it's been a few days and Scrooge just feels heart broken that he wasn't there to help. He starts going on a tangent about how she could have died but Goldie just kisses him to get him to stop blabbering.

Scrooge helps her clean up a bit cause even with her parents looking after her, she's still a mess. But as he's washing her and the egg up, they hear fighting from the main house. Her parents realized she wasn't in her bed. She starts crying and tells Scrooge he needs to run home asap because if her dad finds out he'll most definitely kill him and/or the baby.

(This was the first doodle for the au before deciding on an exact age/place/look so don't mind the sloppiness)

Scrooge escapes right as her dad comes in. She pulls the excuse of she thought she felt well enough to do chores.

Scrooge rn is running like a madman back to Scotland. He went from chilling with his family to being a father who's child needs to be kept secret within a day.

By the time Scrooge gets back home it's the middle of the night and is ngl feeling pretty overwhelmed. He tells Downy that he messed up and she's just like ??? So Scrooge holds up the egg and Downy just purses her lips like 'ah'

The next morning Scrooge explains to his family what happened and doesn't leave out any detail. Fergus and Downy obviously have mixed feelings. Scrooge is barely 19 yet he already has a kid??? But in the end they realize they can't change what's happened and focus on helping Scrooge protect this child.

Once the baby hatched, all mixed feelings from Downy erased and she just went into 'this is my grandbaby and no one will touch her' mood.

Scrooge and Goldie kept in contact from the moment Goldie gave away the egg. Because of the little incident of Goldie 'trying to do chores while sick,' she was put under close monitoring for the next few months and couldn't visit each other. After constant writing back and forth, they find a date to meet up half way between Scotland and Ireland so Goldie can meet her baby. They try to decide on baby names through the letter but they can't agree on anything. Goldie finds out that Scrooge moved out of his small Glasgow home and into McDuck Castle. He gives her the new location on the map as well.

The first time Scrooge tries to sneak out with the baby Fergus is just standing right outside with his brow arched and Scrooge starts freaking out.

Before Scrooge can apologize for trying to sneak out, Fergus just asks if Scrooge would like him to go with.

Scrooge is a little shocked but can't talk with the frog in his throat and just nods. Along the way Scrooge explains how he and Goldie have been trying to find the right time to sneak out for weeks because it was so hard for Goldie to get free time. She was sent to go across country to get supplies and uses that opportunity to go meet up with Scrooge and the baby again.

Fergus just nods and continues.

When they do see Goldie, she almost breaks down at the sight that the baby survived and is being raised in a good house hold and can't stop holding her. The baby is about 3 months old by now. They finally agreed on a name and she ended up being named Maryanne. (Yes Jelly and I chose that because it means Star of the Sea)

She has to give the baby back to Scrooge cause stupid teenage and still getting over pregnancy hormones are getting the better of her and she starts full on sobbing as she sits on the ground. Scrooge freezes cause he's like aaaaaa what do I dooooo while still holding the baby.

But Fergus crouches down to her and asks if she wants a hug. All Goldie can say is 'uh huh' and he just wraps himself around her. She hugs back and Fergus rocks back and forth until Goldie's calmed down.

'I'm sorry I pulled your son into the mess. I-I was just so scared that my papa w-would kill one of us that I didn't know what else to do.'

Fergus pulls her away so he can actually look at her. And part of him feels that tinge of fear and sadness that the two teens had experienced. He grabs onto her shoulders which causes Goldie to look up at him.

'While I dinnae agree what you two did was right. Ah'm proud of you. Because what you did, finding the will to give up a child for their own safety, took a lotta strength there, lass.' And before she can react, Fergus pulls her in again and let's it sink in.

Scrooge is still holding the baby but now he's sitting down and bouncing the cooing baby on his knee while watching the scene unfold.

Over the course of the next few months, Goldie visits as much as possible and she grows closer to the family and Scrooge every time. On the times she can't visit, Fergus accompanies Scrooge in order to protect them from Goldie's dad. She's had a few close calls with her dad, but nothing too serious

After those events, Goldie practically moves in with the McDucks and they work on raising Maryanne. However like in the Rosa series, they're still experiencing tax trouble and Scrooge says he's gonna have to go to South Africa. The baby is about 2 by now and Scrooge is almost 21, while Goldie is about 19 and a half.

(This next section was an accident but basically it started as jotting down ideas but turned into a fic after I said it would take 20 seconds to write but turned into 2 hours fjdbfndn)

Scrooge is torn between whether or not to go until Goldie says she'll go with him. And because she's stubborn, no one objects. So the three travel across the world together. Maryanne practically grows up on the sea and all of those adventures where Goldie is present in the DT17 Rewriting History book happen.

On adventures they trade off tying the baby to their backs until she's old enough to not need to anymore. Although for the more dangerous ones, one of them stays behind.

But because they weren't married and had a kid in their teens, they were generally looked down upon. It got to the point where they just started saying they were married in order to avoid conflict with others. And after a while they actually forgot they weren't in fact married

'Huh, I forgot we're not actually married.' 'WAIT WE'RE NOT???'

Or

'We're married' 'Oh ok, can i see your marriage records?' '... oh right'

But some old lady or old guy either way starts criticizing Goldie for being a young mother and they just deck the shit outta them and run. Or Goldie fighting someone with baby tied to her back.

Maryanne grows up to be an ocean cartographer and leads sailing expeditions and that's all we have for her. Also she has super blue eyes lol

That's basically almost all of the things we have for this au lol

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #disney #duck tales #don rosa #scrooge mcduck #goldie o'gilt #au #glittering goldie #scroldie #teen scroldie au #long post #really long post #megapost

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Californian Dream (Pt. 11 of 11)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 2.3 K

Summary: Being part of one of the richest families of California doesn't mean you're happy. Your life is boring, and you're surrounded by meaningless people and their meaningless talk. Even during Summer, with the break you have from college, there's nothing good going on. Nothing but the new pool guy, Billy, the most handsome man you ever saw. You were successfully avoiding him, not wanting to act like an idiot in front of the guy until Billy accepts to be your date for a fancy gala you're forced to attend. The night was going well, even better when he sneaked you out to go to the beach. But a gang of criminals breaks into the party, kidnapping the heirs to the wealthiest families, which includes you. So, for your safety, your parents want you to stay with Billy, living in his apartment until the criminals are caught. And that could take weeks, maybe even months.

Warnings: Light violence

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California Never Felt Like Home

Even though he's not going anywhere any time soon, you hook one leg around his waist, just to pull him a little closer. “You're my prisoner now.” You mutter, sleep still clouding your voice.

“I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.” He answers, placing kisses all over your face.

“The good part is that we'll have all the afternoon to ourselves.” You giggle, moving to lay on your back with Billy hovering over you.

“I'll take you to see the sunset on that beach you like. Completely desert.” He says in a low voice. “If we survive your parents.”

“We already did.” Kissing him, you move to lie on top of him. “It'll be at this super expensive, fancy restaurant, so it means they won't yell at me or put on a show.”

“Sometimes I think you should consider what you're giving up.” He gets sad suddenly, sighing. You know what he's thinking about, and it will take time for Billy to see and understand this is what you really want.

“I'm giving up a huge house I never felt like it was mine. Lots of money that never brought me happiness.” In between the words, you place kisses all over his face. “But what I'm getting...? God, it's amazing.” Sitting up, you straddle his hips. “I got real friends now, and a home. And an awesome boyfriend who doesn't compare to the assholes on my parents' list.”

“I'm so happy I'm around to see the good daughter rebelling.” He sits up too, strong arms encircling your waist. “You look so good, little rebel.”

“You're just saying that because I'm wearing your shirt.” Wrapping your arms around his neck, you raise an eyebrow. Yesterday, you decided to pick one of his shirts to put on instead of your regular pajamas.

“Babe, you look good on everything. But I gotta admit seeing you wearing my clothes is very hot.”

Smiling, you can't help but blush. “We still have a few hours, so I think we can maybe make out for a while?” Biting your lip at his smirk, you giggle.

“Starting the day off with good ideas already.” He mutters, holding you up and throwing you back on the mattress. “This is the first day of the rest of your lives, you know that, right? Because I'm never letting you go. Unless you get tired of me.”

“I don't think I'll ever get tired of you, so yes...” Caressing his cheek, you take a deep breath, the sunlight illuminating his face. “The very first day of the rest of our lives.”

•••

The morning bliss had to be interrupted. But, as you sit across from your mother at the restaurant, you don't feel scared, or nervous. You feel perfectly fine. You're not dressed for this place, you can see it in your mother's eyes, but you don't care. You like the clothes you're wearing, and your mother's disgusting stare makes you chuckle under your breath. Making yourself comfortable, you ignore the silence. Nobody is saying anything, and your father has been staring at Billy as if he could kill him with his stare.

“So... I believe you want an explanation.” You start, cupping your hands together above the table. “Billy and I are dating. And I'll be living with him.”

“Is it some kind of joke?” Your mother interrupts, leaning closer. “You can't possibly think I'll believe you'll do that.” You're about to say something when she raises a hand, and you shut your mouth. “I get it, (Y/N). Billy is good looking, he has this appeal, he's different from the guys you're used to, rougher around the edges, I get all that. But this? This is insane.”

It's only a matter of time for the insults to begin, you're aware of that. “That's not all, mother.” You add, not even considering giving her a proper answer. “I'm not going to course Law anymore. I'll look for something I actually like. And go to the public University.”

“What the–”

“I have a good job now, at a store of diving equipment and I love it.” Cutting your father short, you raise your voice just a little. “That's my life now. I'm not going back to the house, but I want you both to know that I'll visit, of course, and you can visit me whenever you want and–”

“I'm not going to let you throw your entire life on the trash because of the freaking pool guy.” Your father's voice storms out, making a few people look your way. He does seem a little embarrassed, but definitely angry. “This man–” He points at Billy, and you hold his hand under the table. “–he can give you nothing. Nothing. What do you have in life, Hargrove? I shitty job, a tiny apartment. Do you think you can provide to someone like my daughter?” There it is. The insults. And, knowing exactly what Neil told Billy, you won't let your father treat him this way.

“You wanna know what Billy gave me, father?” Smiling, you begin. “He gave me a life. I never felt truly happy, never. Not in our mansion, or those fancy galas, or wearing fashionable clothes. Never. But with the pool guy, as you call him, in his tiny apartment with his lowlife friends? I finally felt something. I finally felt life was worth living.”

“Alright.” He slams his fist on the table, glancing at your mother, a mean smile on his face. “If you insist on doing this, I'll disown you.” He giggles, a hand half covering his mouth. “You won't see any cents from me anymore. Is that what you want?”

He looks like he got everything figured out. Exchanging a stare with Billy, you can tell he's worried. Does he think you'll fall for this? Squeezing his hand a little and smiling, you try to reassure him. He must feel awful, seated here, and listening to all this shit. “I–”

The waiter comes and you're cut short, waiting for your parents to order whatever they want to eat. “Oh, finally. We'll want Muffin Pan Shrimp Ragoon. Thought I'll give my kid one last decent lunch at a decent restaurant. What do you think?”

Seriously? “I can't eat that.” You think it's so obvious, but by the look on your father's face, he doesn't get it.

“What? Do you want to order something more expensive as a goodbye to your good life?”

“She's allergic to shrimp,” Billy speaks for the first time, his voice strong and deep. Both your parents look a little surprised, but soon enough recognition comes to their faces.

They completely forgot, but it doesn't bother you. You're happy Billy actually remembered it. You only mentioned it once, at the gala. “It's alright, though. We'll have lunch by the beach.” You tell them, smiling at Billy.

“Let me guess...” He dismisses the waiter with a gesture of his hand. “Sandwiches and soda?”

“Actually, yes.” Exclaiming, you stand up, and Billy does the same. It's over. You told them what's gonna happen now, and they have to make peace with that. And if your father wants to change his will and cut you out of it, so be it. “I made them myself and they're delicious.”

“For goodness sake.” Your mother mutters, running a hand through her hair. “Honey, please think this through, alright? Your house will be opened whenever you want to come back.”

“Thanks, mom. I will visit, I promise.” That said, you smile at them before turning away, hand in hand with Billy, walking away from the table.

“You better wipe off your bank account, (Y/N), because you'll never get a penny from me again!” Your father yells, and you simply wave at him, not even bothering to look back.

When you're outside, you feel light-headed, relieved. “This wasn't as bad as it could be.” You breathe out, walking to where Billy parked his car, a block away.

“Did he mean it? About disowning you?” He sounds serious, despite the smile that's on your face.

Turning around without letting go of his hand, you start walking backward. “I don't give a damn.” Speaking slowly, you wink at him, stopping suddenly and letting him come closer by himself before grabbing the collar of his shirt and tiptoeing to kiss him, sweet and slow.

“What the– (Y/N)?” Someone calls and since you do know who it is, you keep kissing Billy for a while longer. “Holy shit.”

It makes you giggle when he pulls your closer, deepening the kiss. But eventually, you have to breathe, so you break apart, a smile on your lips.

“Care to explain why the hell you're making out with the pool guy? In public?” Daniel says as you turn to face him. He has a girl with him, but you don't know who she is. He seems better, given the time he spent held hostage. “Have you lost your mind, girl?”

Sighing, you roll your eyes at him. You have a lunch date on the beach, and you don't wanna waste any more time with meaningless people. “Yeah. I'm dating the pool guy.” You tell him, shrugging your shoulders. “Actually, I'm in love with the pool guy. And now I work at a scuba diving store, so you can come up with some kind of name for me too, but you wanna know what? I don't give a damn.” Pulling Billy harder, you start walking again. “I'd love to say that we'll be seeing each other soon, but we won't. So... Goodbye, Daniel.” Turning on your heels, you leave the couple behind.

The drive to the beach is short, and instead of sitting on the sand, you chose to seat on the hood of his car. Which he now calls Lily, and you peacefully eat the sandwiches and drink the soda. You wouldn't trade it for all the money in the world. The ocean, the sunlight, the fresh wind messing with your hair. The simple food, the hood of his car... And him. Billy is certainly the best part. Having him here is indescribable, and knowing you'll go back home with him is even better.

“So... Will you help me chose something to major in?” You ask as he helps you climb off of the hood, taking your hand and starting to walk down the beach.

“Actually, I have some fresh news coming straight from Jason.” He says, a bright smile on his lips.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you stop to look at him. “What news...?”

“Mr. and Mrs. Heeler, from the store.” Billy starts, putting a strand of hair behind your ear. “They want to retire and they're thinking about passing the store over to you and Jason since they don't have any relatives. If you both agree on being associates.”

“Oh my God!” You exclaim, tiptoeing to crash your lips on his. “This is amazing.”

“Please act surprised when Jason tells you.” In a sudden motion, Billy reaches for your thighs, pulling you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. Using his shoulder for balance, you giggle. “He didn't want me to tell you but I couldn't resist.”

“This is just awesome. This is...” Taking a deep breath, you take a look at the ocean. The sound of the waves crashing is low and calming, and the way the sunlight reflects on the water shines like liquid silver. Then, you look at Billy again, his smile warming up your heart. “I love you.” You haven't said it yet, but it feels like the right time. And this is how you feel. You've never been in love before, but you know how this is how it feels. Like someone owns your whole heart. “I'm not sure if you feel the same but I just need you to know that–”

“I'm completely in love with you.” Billy cuts you off, bouncing you up a little and making the way back to his car. “I have been for a while and that scared the hell out of me.” When you reach Lily, he puts you down on the hood, remaining in between your legs. “But now... I'm sure of it. I want a life with you. A future.”

Blushing, you smile, your forehead touching Billy's. “So that thing you said about me getting to pick the kid's names...” You tease, placing a kiss on the corner of his lips.

“I mean it, if...” Pulling away from a little, he locks eyes with you. “If you don't pick something silly like the name you insisted on giving my car.”

“It's not silly!” Playfully, you try to push him away, giggling when he grabs your sides, tickling you. “Alright! Alright!” After a while you manage to stop him, his hands going back to your hips. “We'll pick names we both like. How does it sound?”

“It sounds like we're talking about kids even before getting married.”

“What?” Furrowing your eyebrows, you try to process what the hell he just said. “Sorry, I thought you heard you talking about...”

“I never felt like the type for marriage but, God, I want to marry you,” Billy exclaims, connecting his lips to yours.

You have a lot to say, a lot of things to ask, but you surrender to the kiss instead. This is all the answers you need. His lips on yours, on this paradise on Earth.

California never felt like home because home isn't a place, but a person. Billy is your home. Wherever you are, if he's with you, it's the right place. Nothing else needs to be said. The life you had before vanished like smoke in the air, and this is even better than everything you could ever dream of. Not all the money in the world can buy this moment, and you don't regret a thing. Love is far more important, and now that you found it, nothing will make you let it go.

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[simons-calling-the-127-squad]

Missing Piece - Hendery

Credit to the original owners of the images.

GN Film Studies Major Reader X Film Studies Major/YouTuber Hendery

Half of a jewelry piece at birth

Warnings: cursing

Y/D/N = your dog's name

"We've literally been studying for ten minutes", you deadpanned.

"And?" He questioned, his eyebrows furrowing.

"You haven't even studied anything yet. You've just played with the cat."

"I need food to think. And I'll pay for us both."

"Deal", you said. Pushing the book to the side of the bed. Hendery did a little dance as you moved to put your shoes and jacket on. You couldn't help but laugh at him and walked towards him.

"Let's go!" He said as he pulled you out of the door and locked his dorm door. His arm went over your shoulder as you walked, it was a normal thing for him to do with all of his friends.

"So have started writing your script yet?" You asked, assuming that he hadn't even come close to starting.

"Contrary to popular belief, yes", he answered, a bit of pride could be heard in his voice.

"What's it about?"

"It's a comedy about three friends who don't wanna find their soulmates."

"Sounds interesting. Anything else?"

"Nah, just the basics for the characters. What about you?"

"Two friends who somehow don't notice they're mates."

"That sounds ridiculous. How can they not notice the matching jewelry?"

"Some people are blind to little details!"

"Hmm sure", he said, obviously not convinced. The two of you let the silence take over as you walked to the pizza place of Hendery's choice. Upon arrival, he opened the door for you and waved to the workers as the two of you sat down.

"So this is the place you talk about all of the time?" You asked, slipping the jacket off of your shoulders and onto the seat next to you.

He began to rapidly nod and talk about how amazing the entire menu was.

"Hey Hendery, I was wondering when you'd be in this week", a male said as he walked over to the two of you.

"Blame them," he pointed to you. "They keep making me study when I could be eating."

"You're the one who asked me to help you study!"

"I didn't think you would be so strict with me!"

The waiter laughed at the banter between the two of you and said, "I can't believe it's taken you so long to bring your soulmate here." The two of you instantly paused and looked at him. Confusion written on your faces. The waiter looked just as confused when he saw your reactions.

"Wait did you guys not know? How did you guys not see the matching rings?" Your eyes moved to Hendery's hand where a ring that was quite similar to your own sat. His was a sun, yours a moon, but the two were obviously a pair.

"How did we not notice?" You asked, mainly to yourself.

"That explains why everyone always thought we were dating…" Hendery mumbled, causing the waiter to die of laughter.

"This is comedy gold", he mumbled as he walked towards the kitchen to give the two of you time to talk together.

"Dang it. This means you're right."

"That's what you're thinking about right now?"

"That and this is an interesting first date."

"Nothing else? Like being surprised that we're mates?"

"No, in all honesty, it makes a lot of sense. We get along quite well and I've always thought you were cute."

"Okay well if we're just spilling everything, I always used to get disappointed when I would look at you and think of how you weren't my soulmate."

"Well good thing I am then. Anything else?"

"Not that I can think of…"

"Well, I have something on mind. Can I kiss you?"

"Yeah…"

"Fantastic", he said and moved to sit next to you to be closer. One hand moved to your face and the other to your neck as he leaned in. You could feel his lips pull into a smile as they landed on yours. Soon after he pulled away, allowing you to see his smile.

"I'm so freaking glad you're my soulmate", he told you before leaning back in.

---

It was Monday, at 5 pm. You and Hendery had just arrived at class and sat down next to your friends, telling them the news. They each turned to each other and started laughing.

"You guys knew didn't you?" You asked.

"Yeah. We had a bet going to see how long it would take you guys to figure it out", Ten told you as he held his hand out to Y/B/F who rolled their eyes but put a twenty-dollar bill in his hand.

"We're the epitome of stupidity", You said as you looked back at Hendery, who nodded in agreement. The rest of you continued to talk while you waited for class to begin, which mainly revolved around the stupidity of you and your mate.

---

"Hey babe, can you come in here?" Hendery called for you. You already knew why it was to introduce your relationship to his subscribers. You walked into his room and sat down next to him on his bed as Hendery told the viewers you were joining the video today. You had been in numerous videos of Hendery's, to the point where the fans were disappointed when you weren't there.

"So yet again we have Y/N joining today. You guys know them and love them. So as you guys can tell by the title, we have another hilarious story for you. Y/N you wanna start?" He asked as he looked over at you.

"Sure. So Hendery's dumbass asked me to help him study. 10 minutes into it, he wants pizza. So of course Hendery said the most magical words ever, 'I'll pay'. So obviously I join him for pizza, and what happens when we get there?" You asked, allowing Hendery to take over.

"So we sit down, and a few minutes later the waiter comes over and we're talking cause I'm a regular there and I know all of the workers pretty well. The waiter says 'glad to finally meet your soulmate'. And we both just stared at him. Thinking 'what the hell is this dude talking about?'. So he points out our rings and was like 'You guys didn't know?'. And that's how we realized, we're soulmates."

"Yeah, we felt and still feel stupid as hell."

"And the funniest part is, our friends knew. In fact, they had a bet going to see how long it would take us to figure out", Hendery laughed.

"Ten won the bet", you informed the camera.

"Yeah, the bastard got twenty bucks out of it. But you know I got the best prize, I get Y/N as my soulmate sooo…" You could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks and immediately covered them. Hendery attempted to pull them away and once he did he pressed a kiss to each of them.

"I love you", he whispered to you.

"I love you too", you whispered back.

---

"So guys can you guess what today is?" Hendery asked the camera. "If you can't, don't worry, I'll tell you. It's mine and Y/N's anniversary. We have been dating for five years now, we've known each other for, like seven years now. So I've decided it's time I finally propose", He said pulling a box out of his jacket pocket and holding it up to the camera as he opened it. "I'm hoping this goes smoothly and that they are really to take this step with me. So I'm not gonna show you guys the actual proposal, but I am gonna show you their reaction afterward. So I'll be back soon. Well for you guys it'll be soon", he paused the camera and slipped the box back in his pocket before moving into the living room. He was waiting for you to get back from the studio to start making dinner for the two of you. His plans were interrupted by the dog pawing at his leg. He could help but to smile and bend down and scratch his ears, causing the dog's tail to wag aggressively.

"You better not mess this up tonight", he told the dog. Y/D/N just continued to wag his tail before laying down at his feet, only to jump up the moment you open the door.

"Hey Y/D/N", you said as you moved to ruffle his fur. "Hey babe", you greeted Hendery, giving him a kiss before sitting down next to him.

"So I was thinking pizza for dinner", he told you. You nodded in response, it had become a tradition to have pizza on your anniversary.

"As expected."

"And you love it", he told you as he went to the kitchen to start dinner. As the timer was getting close to the end Hendery whistled for Y/D/N.

"Good boy", he told him, kneeling in front of him and reaching into his pocket. He pulled the box out and tied it to the collar. "Now stay in here buddy", he ordered, and thankfully he listened. Just as Hendery stood up, the timer went off. He pulled it out and cut it before putting it on the plates and going back to the living room where you waited.

"It looks great!" You exclaimed. Kissing his cheek before taking your plate. It didn't take long for the two of you to finish and Hendery decided it was time to ask.

"Hey Y/D/N, come here boy", he called out to the dog, who instantly responded. "Hey take a look at what's on his collar", he told you. Your eyes moved from the tv to Y/D/N and they widened. You could hear Hendery chuckle as motioned for you to take the box. You did, your eyes widened even more at the ring itself. It was exactly what you wished for, you looked at Hendery who had already moved to the ground.

"We definitely had an interesting start, how many people can say they didn't even realize their soulmate was right beside them for two years. While it may not have been the smartest thing we've ever done, I'm kinda glad in a way that we didn't know. It made us have a friendship beforehand, and we knew our attraction was genuine, it's not just that we're soulmates. And these years together have been so amazing, and I wanna spend the rest of them together. Will you, Y/N, marry me?"

"Yes!" You whispered as the tears flooded your eyes. He helped you put the ring on and to wipe the tears away.

"Would it be okay to get the camera he asked?" You nodded and he pressed a kiss to your lips before running into the bedroom and grabbing it. He recorded the ring and the two of you talking for a few minutes before shutting it off. This was definitely gonna be one of your favorite videos.

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[sebastianshaw]

RP Meme from The Lost Boys

I told you to stay off the boardwalk.

Hey, I liked that song.

I don't see any boogeymen or nasty guys.

Wait. That's from my era!

That's the ocean air.

Smells like someone died.

Looks like he's dead. No, he's just a deep sleeper.

If he's dead, can we go back to [PLACE]?

What's wrong with this picture? There's no TV. Have you seen a TV? I haven't seen a TV.

You're the only woman I ever knew who didn't improve her situation by getting divorced.

A big legal war wasn't going to improve anybody's situation.

Ouch. My hair.

Talk about the Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

We've got some rules around here. Second shelf is

mine. That's where I keep my root beers and my double-thick Oreo cookies. Nobody touches the second shelf but me.

There's another rule around here, and I want you to pay

close attention. Don't touch anything. Everything is exactly where I want it.

There are some bad elements around here.

You're telling me we've moved to the murder capital of the world?

If all the corpses buried around here were to stand up all at once we'd have one hell of a population problem.

I just like to read the TV Guide. Read the TV Guide, you don't need a TV.

I was so worried. Don't run off like that.

We were that age, too, once. Only they dress better.

You have a generous nature. I like that in a person.

So how may I help you this evening? We have it all.

I look that needy, huh?

You're chasing that girl, aren't you?

I'm at the mercy of your sex glands.

Don't you have something better to do than follow me around all night?

Just scoping your civilian wardrobe.

Listen buddy, if you're looking for the diet frozen-yogurt bar, it went out of business last summer.

That's a very serious book, man.

Only five in existence.

Where the hell are you from? Krypton?

Nobody drives this baby but me.

We have to let it warm up a little. Hear that sound? Just like a baby pussycat.

That's as close to town as I like to get.

It's a pretty cool place. If you're a Martian. Or a vampire.

Are you guys sniffing old newsprint or something?

You think you really know what's happening here, don't you? Well, I'll tell you something. You don't know shit buddy.

This is just our cover. We are dedicated to a higher

purpose. We're fighters for Truth Justice, and the American

way.

Think of it more as a survival manual.

There's our number on the back and pray you never need to call us.

I'll pray I never need to call you.

If you want your ear pierced, I'll do it.

I came this close to being called Moon Beam or Moon Child Or something like that.

I can't beat your bike.

You don't have to beat me, [NAME]. You just have to try

and keep up.

Just you! Come on! Just you!

That's what I love about this place. You ask, and then you get.

I can never sleep with the closet door open, either. Not even a crack.

Don't sneak up on people like that!

What, you don't like rice? Tell me [NAME], how could a

billion Chinese people be wrong? Come on!

You're eating maggots. How do they taste?

Sorry about that. No hard feelings, huh?

Drink some of this, [NAME]. Be one of us.

Give me those sunglasses.

You need sunglasses to talk on the phone?

Are you freebasing? Inquiring minds want to know.

Anything in here that might pass for after-shave?

Have a big date tonight, [NAME]?

Lose the earring, [NAME]. It's not you. It's definitely

not you.

All you do is give attitude lately.

Go take your bath.

What did you do to my dog, asshole?

I didn't hurt him. He bit me. This is my blood.

Why did he bite you, huh? What did you do to him?

He was protecting you.

Look at your reflection in the mirror. You're a creature of

the night, [NAME]. Just like out of a comic book.

My own brother/sister/friend/etc, a goddam shit-sucking vampire.

You wait 'til[NAME] finds out!

Just let me talk. Wait a minute! [NAME]!

You did the right thing by calling us.

Does the sunlight freak him out?

He wears sunglasses in the house.

He always had bad breath, though.

He's a vampire all right. Here's what you do.

I can't do that! He's my brother/sister/mother/friend/etc!

You better get yourself a garlic T-shirt, buddy. Or it's

your funeral.

I think we have to have a real long talk about something.

[NAME] help! He's coming to get me!

[NAME], help me! Open up! Help me! [NAME], open the window!

So what are you, the flying nun?

We're gonna work this out. We*re gonna work this out. Trust

me, okay?

I thought I saw something on my window, but I guess I got carried away.

I would like to have a personal life too.

Can I sleep in here with you tonight?

You smell like garlic.

What's happening to me, [NAME]?

I don't know how to help you.

Aren't we friends anymore?

Then let's act like friends. Let's talk.

We could talk about anything you want to talk about.

I have more serious things on my mind than girls and school. Things I'm dealing with.

Looks like I wasn't the only one who got lucky last night.

The dog chased my mom like the Hounds of Hell from Vampires

Everywhere.

We've been aware of some very serious vampire activity in

town for a long time.

[PLACE] has become a haven for the undead.

As a matter of fact, we're almost certain that ghouls and

werewolves occupy high position at City Hall.

Kill your brother/sister/boyfriend/aunt/best friend/etc, you'll feel better!

Look, it says here that if you kill the head vampire all half-vampires will return to normal.

Does he know who the head vampire is?

You'll have to kill him. And if you don't, we will.

Vampire require a daytime protector, a guardian to watch

over them as they sleep. Fierce dogs, the Hounds of Hell,

are often employed for this purpose.

Truth, Justice, The American way triumphs.

Smells good. When do we eat?

Are we gonna have company again?

Well, you are the man of the house and I'm not coming in until you invite me.

He promises to behave if you come back.

I didn't know you were having guests.

Our batting average isn't terrific, is it? Zero for two.

You're so sweet to him.

I don't know what got in to him. He's not like that.

If you ever want to see [NAME] again, you better come with

us now.

Initiation's over, [NAME]. Time to join the club.

Don't kill me, [NAME]. I'm basically a good kid, so just

don't kill me.

Just work with me and I can help you. You'll be okay.

Is she one of them?

You shut the window and lock your door.

She's one of them! And don't tell me it doesn't make her a

bad person, [NAME]!

Yes, and it's my fault. You would've not met me, if I

hadn't liked you. I tried to warn you.

You drank someone's blood? Are you crazy?

We're not them.

Why didn't you kill me last night?

You're supposed to be my first.

What are you doing here? What do you want from me?

Don't kill anybody until we get back to you!

I got connections.

The night crawler. The bloodsucker. El Vampiro.

I don't want you going down there.

Look, this isn't a comic book, [NAME]. These guys are

brutal killers.

Who'd you rather go down in with you? Them or me?

If something happens down there, I won't have the strength

to protect you.

This time I'll protect you.

Even though you're a vampire, you're still my brother/sister/friend/etc

If you try to stop us, or vamp out in any way, I'll stake

you without even thinking twice about it!

Where did you say you met these guys?

Don't you touch her. Stay away from her.

Flies and the undead go together like bullets and guns.

There must be coffins here someplace.

I thought they'd be in coffins.

That's what this cave is. It's one giant coffin.

Right now they're at their most vulnerable. Easy pickings.

Remember. You just have to kill the leader.

We don't know which one he is.

I guess we'll just have to kill them all.

What's that, a little vampire humor? It wasn't funny.

Good night, bloodsucker.

We blew it, man! We lost it!

We unraveled in the face of the enemy!

They pulled a mind-scramble on us!

We don't ride with vampires.

"Burn rubber" does not mean warp speed!

Your dog knows a flesh-eater when he smells one.

The sun goes down. They'll be looking for us.

[PLACE] is crawling with vampires

They're coming to the house as soon as it gets dark!

I'm gonna see [NAME] tonight, and you're trying to ruin it for me.

I don't know what you don't want me to see.

I'm not talking about [NAME]! To hell with [NAME]!

Good. That's just the way we like it.

We've got a date tonight?

They'll be coming for all of us.

It's just old memories coming back.

Why are you so jumpy tonight?

He seemed so sincere, but it's insane.

Tell me. I promise not to laugh. Honest.

I think I should warn you all when a vampire dies, it's never a pretty sight.

Some yell and scream. Some go quietly. Some explode. Some implode. But all will try to take you with them.

Don't go out there! Stop him!

I say we terminate them right now.

You're mine. You killed [NAME]

Try the holy water, dead breath!

I nailed one of them downstairs with a bow and arrow.

We trashed the one that looked like Twisted Sister.

We totally annihilated his night stalkin' ass!

Death to all vampires!

We are awesome monster bashers!

Holy shit! The attack of Eddie Monster!

Stop! Get away from him! Just stay away from him! He's just

a little boy.

You're afraid to face me, [NAME]?

I tried to make you immortal.

You tried to make me a killer!

Stop fighting me, [NAME]. I don't want to kill you. Join us.

It is too late, my blood is in your veins.

Don't let them see me like this.

What happened to your face?

I knew it. You are the head vampire.

You're the secret [NAME] was protecting.

Don't ever invite a vampire into your house, you silly boy/girl/etc.

It renders you powerless.

Has everyone gone crazy? What's the matter with all of you?

It was you I was after, all along, [NAME]

It was all going to be so perfect, [NAME]

Just like one big happy family.

Great. The bloodsucking Brady Bunch.

I still want you, [NAME]. I haven't changed my mind about that.

I didn't invite you this time, [NAME]

Don't you touch my mother/father/son/dog/etc

Don't fight, [NAME]. It's so much better if you don't fight.

How much do you think we should charge them for this?

One thing about living in [PLACE] I never could

stomach--all the damn vampires.

#rp meme #rp memes #rp starters #roleplay meme #roleplay starters #roleplay memes #the lost boys #lost boys #my meme #my memes #my starters #out of shirt #okay to reblog

[mypoisonedvine]

I've had this idea for a fanfic and was wondering if you'd be up for writing something where the reader is a princess or royal and Jaskier saves her life. Maybe they have to hide out together for a bit and they fall in love while Jask helps her get back home. Of course since hes not a royal they're not supposed to be together but I was thinking either they sneak around or her claims her as "payment" for saving her life. Sorry its kinda detailed, feel free to change it up, and thank you!

Thank you so much for this prompt, I had a lot of fun with it!  And I’m sorry this took so freaking long!

Okay so.  I apologize in advance for the aggressive thirstiness of this one but like…………. I’m a red-blooded woman with NEEDS.  I wanted to subvert the idea of the shy, chaste princess a lil bit that’s all. Sorry anon I assume that you were picturing something fluffier, and I do think it's still very sweet, just has plenty of spice as well lol.  Reader in I Never Danced is a rule follower so I wanted to stretch my legs and do something more… chaotic?  This reader is a sex-loving promiscuous icon and we stan!  Anyhow, I hope you all enjoy :) 

 For the Love of a Princess (a Jaskier x royal!reader oneshot)

Rating: E (smut and violence- attempted kidnapping/murder but no gore)Word count: 3.6kTaglist: @100percentamess who has asked to be tagged in everything so here you go lol

The last few weeks had been rather peculiar for you.  First, your father declared war on a neighbouring country, which meant everything was more stressful.  Then, there were rumors of a witcher in town, and you found it exciting but everyone else was acting nervous and superstitious.  Finally, you had to attend some boring banquet and who would show up but the witcher himself, with his bard in tow?

See, you're the kind of woman who gets what she wants: it's a side effect of being a princess.  Spoiled?  Not necessarily.  Just determined.  And when you heard that this bard Jaskier had a reputation and you saw him flash a wink and a smile at you during his song, you suddenly found something new that you wanted.

Sadly, with so many people around, you couldn't really make your move.  If anyone caught you trying to drag someone- let alone a near stranger- back to your quarters, your father would surely have your head, or worse: send you off to become a nun.

It must have been the hustle of the crowds, then, that let the assassin sneak in.  

You noticed something was strange as soon as you entered your room.  Sadly, by that point it was already too late: someone grabbed you from behind, covering your mouth and lifting you off the ground.  You screamed but of course it was muffled by the gloved hand.  You bit down on it, hard, and you heard a grunt as the hand pulled back.  Seeing your opportunity, you swung your elbow back and hit him in the ribs.  He was forced to let go and you fell to the ground.  Before you could get up, though, he was already grabbing your ankles and dragging you backwards.  You clawed at the ground but since there was an ornate rug covering the stone, all you did was pull it with you and wrinkle it.  Kicking and flailing desperately while he tried to grab you, you finally managed to land a kick to the groin.  He keeled over and you made a run for the door but he reached out and tripped you.  You didn't fall completely, but as you tried to regain your balance he was already standing again.  He lunged forward and you dodged, but as you walked backwards to get away from him, you realized that he had you trapped: to your left, the bed, to your right, the wall.  There was a window, but you even if you could manage to dash past him, you would never survive the fall.  Just as you tried to shield yourself with your arms, you looked up at the man and heard a roar, but it wasn’t coming from him: something smashed him over the head, and as he stumbled to the side from the blow, you saw Jaskier behind him, wielding a ruined lute.

As the assassin fell, he tripped over a fold in your rug and tumbled out the window with a yell.  You dashed to it, looking down to make sure your attacker was dead.  You winced when you saw him; since you were on the fifth floor, it didn’t take a physician to realize he was, in fact, definitely dead. 

You turned back to look at Jaskier with wide eyes. “You saved my life,” you whispered, astounded.

“I suppose so,” he agreed.

You were both panting, trying to catch your breath from the physical stress and fear and shock, and you looked at him, and he looked at you, and you wondered if both of you were having the same exact idea at the same exact time; you must have, because just as you ran towards him, he ran to you, and you kissed him with such hunger, nearly anger, all teeth and tongue and grabbing at clothes and pulling hair.  

“Take me, now,” you demanded, pulling both of you back towards the bed until you fell on it, and him on top of you.

“Yes,” he hissed in agreement, moving down to kiss and bite at your neck.  Your fingers dug into his biceps, and your legs wrapped around his hips as he pushed up the many layers of your skirt.  His hands were strong and calloused, but his touch was delicate and gentle as he ran his fingers up your legs.  You prayed he wouldn’t tease you because you didn’t think you could stand it, and thankfully your prayers were answered as his hands pulled away to open his trousers.  He must’ve made quick work of them because just a moment later you felt him plunge into you, without so much as a warning, stretching and filling you- just as you’d wanted.  The noise you made was unlike anything else: a scream, a moan, a growl, and a whimper all at once.  As soon as he was inside you he was pulling back and thrusting in at a punishing pace, fast and deep and hard enough that he had to hold you down to keep your body from moving across the bed.  

You reached up to push off his doublet, leaving only a chemise which exposed more of his chest and arms.  He smiled and licked his lips, grabbing the neckline of your dress and pulling it down, nearly ripping the fabric as your breasts were freed.  You yelped in surprise but it quickly turned to a moan as he dropped down to kiss along your neck and shoulders and collarbones and breasts until you were writhing under him desperately.  

He leaned back and moved your legs onto his shoulders.  The sight of your feet up in the air and his face between your knees was really something, especially when he turned his head to the side to leave teasing bites on your leg.  Your back arched as he leaned forward, folding you in half under him.  You screamed, properly, as you felt his cock pushed so deep inside of you, deeper than you even knew was possible.  It pushed against something inside you that made your whole body quiver, made you cry out with every movement until you felt tears welling at the corners of your eyes: not from pain, just from the intensity of the sensation.  His thumb wiped the tear away as it fell, and you were afraid he would think he had hurt you or that you didn't want this, so you decided to make yourself abundantly clear.

"Jaskier, don't stop," you commanded, "please don't stop, fuck."

"I won't stop," he promised.  You were already so close; you wanted more than anything to see him lose control, and to know that it was because of you.

"Please, please, come for me," you begged as you looked up at him, "Gods, I need you to come inside me."

"Fuck," Jaskier whispered.

"You feel amazing, baby, you're so fucking good," you continued.

"Where'd you learn to talk like that?" he asked, but you could hear the exhaustion in his voice, and you knew he couldn't keep his cool much longer.

"Not all princesses are so sheltered," you smirked.

"Oh, I'm well aware," he quipped, "but they're all supposed to be."

"I like doing things I'm not supposed to," you smiled up at him.

"I noticed," he replied with a wink.  He was really good at winking.  Maybe a shallow or silly thing to decide to pursue a man over, since it's what attracted you to him in the first place, but clearly your tastes had served you well because he was about to make you come.  

"I'm close, gods, I’m going to-” you began.

“Come for me,” he interrupted, or maybe just finished what you were going to say.

At that point you stopped really paying attention to what you were saying, but there was definitely a lot of ‘yes’ and ‘fuck’ mixed in.  It was more important to you to focus on the sounds he was making- they were even more beautiful than his singing.  

~

A few months had passed, and all the while you and Jaskier courted in secret.  In fact, you were currently on a romantic date: he had you pressed against the wall of a secluded linen closet, your cheek pushed into the cold stone as he grabbed your hips for stability while he thrusted into you.

"So tight," he whispered into your ear. "I'm sure I wouldn't fit if you weren't so fucking wet all the time."

"I'm not wet all the time," you corrected, "just when you're around."

"Fuck," was his only reply.

"I'm close," you alerted him, but you regretted it as he decided to use this as a learning opportunity.

"Beg me for it," he demanded, "or I'll stop."

You scoffed, not thinking him capable of that restraint.  That was a mistake, as he instantly pulled out and your body ached without him.

"No," you whined, "please." 

You arched your back and tried to press yourself into him but he kept backing away so you couldn't reach.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, hoping to get back on his good side, but it wasn't enough.

"You know what you need to do," he smiled against the back of your neck as he started to kiss and bite you there: the feeling ran straight through you to your insides which clenched around nothing.

"I want you, please, I want your cock inside me," you began.  That earned you a squeeze from the hand around your hip but not much else.

"Gods, I need it, Jaskier, please," you whined, "I need you."  He kissed down to your shoulder but stopped there, still refusing to give you what you wanted.  You felt the words spilling out of you, your need for him apparently bypassing that part of your brain that filters what you say before you say it.

"I love you, Jaskier; I've fallen in love with you," you finally revealed, not even really meaning to say it.  It worked though, as he spun you around to face him and forced his way back into you.  You cried out, grabbing the back of his neck while he lifted your legs to wrap around him.

"Truly?" he asked quietly as he peppered kisses along your neck.

"Completely," you responded. "Do you love me?"

"Gods, of course," he laughed, his forehead resting on your shoulder as he continued to drive into you. "I've loved you since I met you.  And only found ways to love you more with each passing day."

"Please don't stop," you begged.

"The fucking or the talking?" he clarified.

"Both," you answered.

“You’re so beautiful,” he continued, his words interrupted with kisses along your neck and chest and shoulders, “and smart, and kind.  It’s impossible not to be in love with you.”

You smiled, though you were blushing as well.

“I’m sure everyone who knows you is in love with you just as much as I am- certainly anyone who, er, knows you as well as I do.  To be euphemistic,” he smirked. “What I’m not sure of is why you keep me around, when any man would be falling over himself just to kiss your hand.”

“You’re wondering why I keep you around?  I’m about to come in a linen closet, what’s not to love?” you quipped.  You felt him smile against your skin, but his voice sounded a little concerned.

“It’s not just that though, right?  You have more use for me than sex?”

“You certainly have entertainment value,” you smirked.

He frowned.

“And you’re the kindest man I’ve ever met who never fails to make me laugh.  Is that what you wanted to hear?”  You tried to stay it with some sense of begrudgement but it was difficult when he was still fucking you- which is what you’d asked for, so no complaints there- and when you were so overcome with your feelings for him.

“Yes,” he smiled, “though I want to hear you say that you love me again.”  Of course he couldn’t just ask you for that, he had to push deeper into you, making you nearly scream it out.

“I love you, Jaskier, fuck, I love you,” you moaned.

“How long?” he pressed, biting on your neck lightly as he started to drive into you even faster.

“So long, gods, I feel like I can’t remember a time that I didn’t.  I can’t remember what it’s like to not need to be near you all the damn time,” you answered through gritted teeth.

It began to feel like an interrogation, though a very pleasurable one.  “How did you know you loved me?” 

“Fuck, Jaskier!” you protested, barely able to form sentences when you were so close to orgasm. “You were playing a song, and everyone was looking at you, and you looked so good, and you sounded so good, and I suddenly realized it.  I don’t know how I knew.  I just- fuck- I just thought to myself ‘I didn’t know I could care about somebody this much.’”

He kissed you, deep and slow and burning with a passion that felt entirely different from what you expected.  You came and it hit you like a bolt of lightning, your body quivering under his touch.  Your moans were lost against his lips, and you felt that he was there with you, finding his own release just as he brought you to yours.  When you both started to slow your breathing as you calmed down from the powerful high, he relaxed his grip on your thighs, letting your legs find their way back to the floor.  

"We should marry," he suggested as you shifted your dress back into position.

"Proposings of marriage are less trustworthy when they're seconds after orgasm," you frowned.

"No, I've thought about it before now," he explained. "I've thought about it a lot."

"Then you must've remembered that I'm expected to marry a king or prince."

"Yes," he sighed. “Your father likes me, I think.”

“I don’t know if he likes you that much,” you murmured.

“But he cares for you, and if he understood how much I love you…” Jaskier trailed off, taking your hands in his, looking at you with eyes that beamed with hope.

“Let’s hope he doesn’t understand how much you love me.  Or how often,” you considered with wide eyes.

“Please,” he interjected desperately, his hands squeezing yours a bit, “think about it.  I want to spend my life with you.”

“Julian,” you replied, your voice much softer, one hand leaving his grasp to comb through his hair, “all I want is to say yes.  I just don’t know that I can.”

“You can,” he encouraged.  “You may be royalty but you’re not property.”

“It’s easier for you to say when the approval of your family isn’t on the line,” you deflected.

“Then we’ll marry in secret.  Or I’ll find some way to become a king, I don’t know,” he smiled.

“That’s preposterous,” you scoffed.

“Nothing could be more preposterous, more outrageous, more unbelievable, than you and I not being together,” he whispered, stepping closer.  

You kissed him, smiling into it, and you were sort of scared because you had no idea what to do with feelings like this, but you felt safe as long as Jaskier was with you.

~

You sat beside your father, sitting through one of the worst royal duties imaginable: meetings!  You just had to be upright in your throne, looking all royal and stuff, while the people rich enough to make audience with the King took turns popping in and usually complaining about something that they were too lazy to fix themselves.  

If anything could get your attention now, the only thing, it would be-

Your posture changed completely when you saw Jaskier enter the room.  You could tell he’d worn the nicest thing he owned; he was wringing his hands, looking around the room with a shifting gaze.

“Jaskier!” your father announced with a grin. “I didn’t expect to see you here.  Is this some sort of impromptu performance?  Where is your lute?”

“Your majesty,” he answered with a quick bow, “I am actually here for your audience, not as a musician.”

Your eyes went wide.  This was his genius plan?  You nearly felt sick you were so nervous.

“What is it, boy?” your father prompted.

“Well, I’ve come to ask you for something,” he explained. 

“Spit it out then!”

“I’ve come to ask for the princess’ hand in marriage!” Jaskier replied suddenly, louder than before.

There was a brief moment of silence, but it felt like hours.  It ended when your father began to laugh.

“This is ridiculous!” the king guffawed.  You felt your cheeks grow hot.

“It’s true,” Jaskier replied firmly, puffing up his chest as he glanced at you briefly, “I’ve fallen in love with her.”

“Yes, well,” he scoffed in reply, “my daughter is a fair and gentle maiden.  I’m sure she has plenty of potential suitors who only wished they could take her hand.  The difference is that they have the foresight not to barge in and ask me for my only child!”  He stood up, face red with anger, and addressed the guards.  “Get this fool out of here!”

You stood up too, grabbing your father’s shoulders just as the soldiers started to drag Jaskier away by the arms.

“Papa, no!” you begged.

“Silence, girl,” he scolded.

“Unhand him!” you yelled to the guards, who obeyed- perhaps a little too well, dropping Jaskier onto the floor.

You looked back at your father, who was looking at you in confusion.

“What is this?!” he asked incredulously.

“I love him as well, father,” you answered with confidence, even though inside you were absolutely terrified.

“WHAT?!” he bellowed.

“We’re in love,” you replied, turning to give Jaskier a smile.  He looked back at you with a look that made your heart melt.

“Blasphemy!” your father cried out. “What are you doing?” he asked as he turned to the guards again, “I said to get him out of here!”

They picked him up from the floor and continued dragging him towards the door, ignoring his stuttered attempts to explain himself.

“Stop!” you yelled as you stole the sword from the guard beside you, jumping down the steps and running to Jaskier’s aid, holding the weapon out to the neck of one of the soldiers.

“I order you to unhand this man,” you growled, “and I beg you not to test me.”

They hesitated, but after a moment, Jaskier was dropped onto the stone again.

“Ow!” he complained. “Worst proposal ever!”

You helped him up off the ground, wrapping an arm around him and using the other to hold the stolen sword in a defensive position.

“Father,” you said sternly, “I love this man.  I intend to take him as my husband.  I will do so here, as princess of this land, before the gods and my people; or, if you refuse, I will do so in the forest, alone, and spend the rest of my days running from my own armies and living the life of a peasant.”

You felt his gaze on you, but you were too focused on what you were saying to look back at him.  You couldn’t read the king’s face very well but there was definitely shock present there.

“I’d be happy either way,” you sighed. “So, it’s up to you, father.  Have your choice.”

The next silence that came was even longer than the last one.  Your father slowly stepped down, walking towards the both of you.  Though you weren’t sure exactly of his intentions, you dropped your sword.  Instantly the guards rushed towards Jaskier again, but the king raised his hand, silently ordering them to stop.  When he finally stood in front of you, he took your face in his hands.

“My daughter,” he smiled sweetly, tears welling in his eyes. “You’re so like your mother.  She’d be so proud of you.  If only she could see you now, all grown up...”

You felt a tear run down your own cheek as well. 

“If only she could be here, for your wedding day,” he added.  You ran into an embrace, and he held you close, and in that hug there was a silent understanding between you, things that neither of you were strong enough to say, but that you didn’t need to anymore.

“My son!” he said to Jaskier, pulling him into the hug as well as the bard let out a little squeak from the perhaps-semi-aggressive grab. 

“I- I’m flattered by your approval, your Grace, if a little surprised,” Jaskier stammered.

“If my daughter loves you, truly, then I love you as well.  But if you think this puts you in line for the throne or gives you any political power, you can keep dreaming!” he sing-songed in a fake-sweet voice.

~

It was a beautiful ceremony.  Silk banners on every alcove, stained glass windows, and flowers everywhere: mostly dandelions.  Your dress took months to be made, with embroidered florals and precious gems decorating the entire (ridiculously long) train.  You wore your mother’s wedding tiara, but Julian told you later that your eyes sparkled brighter, like the poetic dork he was.  He looked great in royal clothes as well, though the fur cape was a bit much in your opinion.  The reception was even better: the entire kingdom celebrated with festivals across the cities, and the merriment went on for days with feasts and dancing and lots of music.

All that said, you had a lot more fun at the honeymoon.

#jaskier x reader #the witcher #jaskier x oc #dandelion x reader

[brrdadada]

LIAR | M

Inseong x FemReader x Rowoon

Series [01]

Word count: 3559

You excitedly called Inseong that you were now nearing their dorm after your car entered the front gate. He was as thrilled as you were, you can hear it from the way he talked. Well, you've been away for 6 months due to modelling work, of course you'll miss each other. You just arrived today from New York, and since you don't have any schedule for the day, your manager let you go as you please only reminding you to be cautious of paparazzis. You decided to go straight to your love of your life, Inseong.

You got out of the car as it stopped infront of the huge building, telling your driver that you won't be needing his services until tomorrow morning and thanking him as you did so. You walked to the front door and rang the door bell. The place was a bit quiet, but it was understandable, it was 7 in the morning and you thought the boys are probably still sleeping. You were about to ring the doorbell again when the door suddenly sprung open, revealing a half naked Rowoon.

"What-" You stopped yourself when you realized it was actually Rowoon.

He looked down at you, the height difference probably being more obvious because of you being 170 cm tall compared to him being 190.5 cm tall. His eyes widened when he realized who you were, and briefly stopped drying his hair with his towel.

"Y/N?" He couldn't hide the surprise in his voice.

Rowoon was half naked, with having only boxer shorts to cover down there. Judging from the fresh smell of soap and shampoo matched with his wet black hair, he looked like he just finished getting a shower.

You quickly looked away. "You're back?" You heard him say, rather enthusiastically.

"Yes I am, but before that will you just-"

You couldn't finish your sentence because of Inseong's loud voice cutting in. "Y/N!"

You looked up and see Inseong hurriedly walking towards you wearing a plain white shirt and black shorts, holding a towel, probably briefly pausing in drying his hair with the towel just like what Rowoon was doing. As he walked towards you you couldnt resist but admire this man, momentarily forgetting a half naked Rowoon infront of you; Inseon looked so fresh and handsome; probably the side effect of not see his face for months that he looked extra good. You missed him so much.

"Y/N!" He said again when he finally reached you, engulfing you in a tight embrace.

You welcomed him in open arns. "I missed you too." You giggled as you hugged him back without giving a second thought. Giving small pats in the back. He missed you just as you missed him.

You smiled as you smell the scent of his favorite shampoo mixed with cologne you know so well. His body felt cool and his hair felt damp, confirming that he just probably did finish taking a shower too, just like Rowoon.

"Excuse me, i'm here too." You hear Rowoon grumbled.

Inseong laughed as he released you from his hug, acknowledging that his band mate probably felt uncomfortable. "I can't believe it. You know if you told me sooner I would've picked you up from the airport myself."

You raised your eyebrows. "And your license?" Remembering the news he told you that his driving license was suspended due to illegal parking and not following traffic rules.

"Oh come on." He scoffed. "That was months ago. I already got a new one."

"Well anyway, lets get inside, im freezing here." Rowoon interrupted.

The three of you head inside the house, with Inseong closing the door behind. You and Inseong continued talking, and catching up as the three of you walked through the hallways leading to what you remember is the dining room. Rowoon was oddly quiet as he stayed quiet and listened to the two of you talk, like a little kid silently listening to two adults talking.

"I'll carry that." Rowoon suddenly say, getting the small box of cake and bag of fruits you didn't realize you were holding the entire time until now.

"Thanks." You mumbled, suddenly getting awkward as your fingertips brush with each other. You internally scolded yourself for acting the way you did.

You cleared your throat. "You shouldn't be running around the house looking like that." You scolded, just like the noona you thought you were.

"Looking like?" Rowoon wondered at first then realized what you actually meant. "Well, its just us nine boys here, so i didnt think it would be a problem." He chuckled. "Right, Hyung?" He said turning to Inseong.

"Well, maybe opening doors while you're half naked isn't exactly a good idea, right?"

You turned to Inseong and raised your eyebrows, telling him to side to you. He chuckled before shaking his head and turning to Rowoon. "Come on, you should cover up." He said walking to Rowoon's side and wrapped the towel around Rowoon's shoulder, barely covering his chest, but enough to cover it from your view.

"Oh come on, its not like you didn't see all this before."

Your eyes widened at his retort. THIS GUY.

You felt your cheeks warmed up and you panicked. Did he tell Inseong? Does Inseong know what the two of you did back in New York? Your mind was about to go overdrive until Inseong's laughter broke into your thoughts.

"Well, you do have a point." Inseong said as he tried to calm himself. "Come on, Y/N, come to think of it, you already saw all of us half naked before."

You tried to distinguish what Inseong was talking about. When?

Then it clicked, it was that time when all of you went to a swimming trip, a year ago. You didn't realize you were holding your breath until a quiet sight came from your lips. God, why were you so tense. He might really suspect something at this point.

You managed to fake a laugh that seemed true to Inseong, "Yeah, right. But its still embarassing okay?" You defended smoothly.

"Pfft, look at you, your cheeks are freaking red." Inseong couldn't hold back his laugh. Teasing you was probably one of his favorite things to do afterall.

"You're so annoying. Both of you." You grumbled, while subtly giving Rowoon the stink eye. You just got more annoyed when he gave you a knowing smirk and a shrug.

"And you're so cute." Inseong said as he placed his arms over your shoulder, pulling you closer to him.

"Whatever." You tried to hide your giddiness as he pulled you closer, once again his scent filling up your nostrils. "Anyway, where are the others." you changed the topic, hoping it would mask the loud thumping of your heart and your soft expression from Inseong.

"Welcome back, Y/N!!!!" All 7 boys shouted in unison when the three of you entered the dining room. You stared at them dumbfounded. They knew? But it was supposed to be a secret you told inseong you wanted to surprise the boys.

You looked up at Inseong and gave him a look, to which he only winked his way out while flashing you his signature smile you know so well you couldn't resist. He removed his arm around your shoulder and walked towards the table. "Come on, we prepared breakfast." Youngbin said, urging you to sit down.

"Wow, thank you guys. I was actually the one planning to surprise you, but it seems I was the one surprised." You chuckled as you walked towards them, Inseong pulled a chair for you, to which you gladly accepted and sat down. He sat on the seat next to you, on your left.

"You prepared breakfast? All of you?" They all nodded with grins on their faces. "Well except Chani" hwiyoung added, which earned him a nudge from the elbow from Chani.

You grinned spotting the Avocado which was sliced in half along with its see. "And this avocado cut in half... Taeyang, is it you?" Everyone held their laughter as Taeyang sheepishly scratched the back of his head.

"Yeah..well.." You chuckled. "Its so cute. But next time let the adults help you in making it." Everyone bursts out laughing.

"oOoh who made these?" You said pointing at the familiar dish, your favorite breakfast when you were in New York.

"Oh, Rowoon made them!" Dawon said as he sat down across from you. You looked to right where Rowoon was, unboxing the cake you brought for them. He didn't seem to hear it since he looked so focused in preparing the food. He made them, knowing its your favorite..?

"So, Y/N tell us about-" Jaeyoon and Dawon started bombarding you with questions.

Everyone took their respective seats as they continued to talk to each other ocassionally teasing you and asking you questions about your time in New York. You were so happy the atmosphere was light and the room was filled with laughter as you ate together, you were thankful that you're preoccupied by their noisiness and the food, that you can ignore the awkward feeling you're keeping at bay because of the fact that Rowoon sat on your right.

"Oh, Y/N, you have something on your.. mouth.." Inseong spoke out of nowhere, so you turn towards him.

"Oh where? Wait, the napkin please." You said and Jaeyoon handed over the napkin.

"Wait, I got it." Inseong said at the same time, also reaching out for the napkin; resulting in both of you holding hands.

The two of you turn towards each other and stared. You feel your cheeks heating up again when Inseong raised his eyebrows innocently and gave you a small smile. You withdraw your hands in panic, leaving the napking all for Inseong.

You heard snorts around the table. "Oh come on guys, what's this." Dawon whined.

Inseong chuckled. "What?" He said while pulling a napkin from the pouch, then turning to you.

"Y/N.." He called out, making you look at him, your heart still raising. "Geez, you're too old for this." He teased as he wiped the left over crumbs from your lips.

"Oh come on! GET A ROOM." Hwiyoung booed jokingly to which Taeyang added, "its too sweet i think i'd get a toothache."

"What, are two already dating?" Dawon leaned forward, with a grin on his face.

You almost choked on your own spit.

"No, we're not." Inseong laughed. "I told you we're just friends." He said as he put an arm on your shoulder.

"Come on, friends don't do that." Jaeyoon whined.

"Maybe they're secret lovers."

"Ofcourse not, why would they keep it a secret?"

"Maybe because of the paparazzi?"

"Or maybe-"

"Guys. Stop." You said while removing Inseong's arm. "Geez, you're all crazy." You laughed as you continued eating.

"Yeah, i don't think noona's dating hyung. Who would ever wanna date him?" Chani commented to which earned series of snorts and laughter from the group and followed by more side comments.

"Anyway, Hyung, someone might really think the two of you are dating, you're too touchy around Y/N Noona." Chani said lazily while he munched on his food. "You should be careful or someone might misunderstand."

"Yeah yeah just eat your food." Inseong told Chani.

"Then can I date you?" Rowoon said, turning towards you. Your heart hammered against your chest, you're about to panic. You knew it was a joke. It sounded like a joke. It was only a joke, or so you thought.

"I don't know, can you?" You remarked back to which earned an oOoOhs and teases from the group once again.

"Hey I didn't the two of you were close!" Jaeyoon pouted.

"Yeah! Last time I checked Rowoon's too cold towards you." Youngbin chuckled.

"Oh come on, cold? You mean, mean." Dawon added.

"They must've gotten close when they met in New York." Taeyang said hitting bulse eye. "Didn't you two meet there? Hyung, didn't you went to New York too? For a photoshoot?"

You froze..you started to panic. No. They can't know. Inseong can't know. You were about to speak when Rowoon beat you to it.

"Yeah, we did." Rowoon said coolly as if it wasn't any big deal.

"Hey, besides Y/N and I are close too you know. It's not just you Hyung! Don't go hogging Y/N all for yourselves."

"Hey no we're not! Y/N's-"

And the topic was dropped. You felt relieved that the whole conversation continued, completely forgetting the forbidden topic, the topic you' never want to talk about. Afterall, you're so bad at lying.

-

After the breakfast, everyone gathered in the living room, planning to watch a movie. Fortunately, both you and the boys didn't have any schedules for the day, well, until evening.  All of them were bickering as to who gets to wash the dishes and who gets to choose what movie to watch. You chuckled as you watched them closely. You missed this chaotic bunch, no matter how many days you spend time away frome these boys, they'll always be dear to you, Especially Inseong.

Instinctively, you looked at Inseong who was also participating in the debate on who gets to wash and pick the movie. You bit back a chuckle, you enjoyed watching him being this loud, he's always been lively, since the first time the two of you met during uni days. Come to think of it, you two had been together for so long that you wondered if Inseong ever developed a crush on you at some point, or at some point felt that you had a crush on him.

You shook your head, nah, its impossible. Despite the way he acts and touches you, he probably doesn't see you that way. And he's too dense to even know about your feelings towards him.

You felt sad; you had high hopes at first that he'll soon come around, but by the looks of it, its not gonna happen anytime soon. Nevertheless, he's still your bestfriend. So you'll stay by his said despite him not reciprocating, and not knowing about your feelings at all.

"Okay let's settle this once and for all then!" Dawon's loud voice broke in your train of thoughts.

"Alright, hands in. The group with the highes number gets saved, then the rest gets to keep playing until one remains!"

Everyone gathered around the center of the room, but didn't start yet. They turned towards you. "Y/N, you too Miss!" They told you that it wouldn't be fun if you didn't participate. So you just sighed and walked towards them, placing your hands on top of the piled up hands in the center.

It was those dumb games when you flip your hands, its often used for deciding which group you're in. Using the palm as "white" and the back of the hand as "black" teams. But in todays rules, its down to elimination. Whichever group that has a higher number, gets to be saved. And this goes on and on until one member gets to have the only different phase of the hand.

"OoOh tough luck!"

"Hey, don't you think its unfair?"

"Looks like its your lucky day!"

"Yeah, noona's probably tired!"

You sighed, you ended up being the one to wash the dishes. Nonetheless it was a fair game.

"You don't have to. These jerks are just teasing you." Inseong whispered to you. You almost froze, but controlled yourself. He was always like this, too close..you bit your lip and try not to let any unwanted emotions slip through.

You turned to him, and smiled, positioning a gour face a little farther away as you did so to give space when you turn to him and not end up kissing him. "Nah its okay, i'll wash them. You and the boys prepared the breakfast afterall, so i'll wash the dishes okay?"

"But—"

"Its okayy" you told him, cutting him off as you stood up.

"Hey Dawon! You're mean!" Jaeyoon complained. "Then why don't you go wash the dishes instead?" Dawon fired back.

"Come on guys, Y/N's probably tired, she shouldn't be the one washing the dishes." Rowoon said adding more pressure on Dawon. Rowoon was as thoughtful as always.

"You shouldn't have let her join in the first place!" Youngbin added.

"Hey, weren't you the ones who told her that it wouldn't be fun without her?" Dawon grumbles.

"Thats because we didn't expect she'll end up as the one to literally wash the dishes." Inseong retortes back lazily.

You chuckled. "Come on, its fine. You guys go pick a great movie, okay? This won't even take a minute." You told them, then turned around not waiting for their reply walked back to the kitchen.

Honestly, you didn't mind really, and it was a good oppurtunity to breathe for a while since the whole time you were there, your mind somehow drifts off somewhere far away, only to be pulled by the feeling of Inseong's skin gently brushing against yours or his hand gently touching your back. You were always so sensitive with his touch you wondered how you managed to control and restrain yourself all these years.

Not a few minutes after you started washing, you felt a hand gently rest against your back; you smiled thinking it was Inseong.

"I told you, its no big deal. You go—" you stopped yourself when you looked up at your side and saw Rowoon instead.

"Oh, seokwoo.." you said rather quickly, not being able to hide the disappointment in your voice.

He raised an eyebrow. "You thought I was someone else..?"

"No, anyway, what are you doing here? Didn't I say that it was fine by me washing the dishes?" You told him before you continue on what you're doing.

"I was bothered so I came to help you." He wore the spare yellow gloves hanging on the wall on the right, then picked up the sponge and started helping you with the dishes.

You chuckled. "You're always so thoughtful."

"Well, i was worried. There's a lot to wash." You couldn't help but be moved. Although you were disappointed it wasn't Inseong, you couldn't ignore that him coming over wouldn't be so bad. There were a lot of dishes afterall, and you always thought Rowoon has always been the thoughtful type of person. You always knew that, by observing the boys years back, but experiencing it, him being thoughtful towards you from time to time made you soft for this baby giant.

"Y/N, You'll strain your neck if you stare at me for too long." He turned to you with a smirk.

You didn't realize you were staring at him, you felt your cheeks warm up. You looked away fiercely and resumed with what you were doing.

"You're so cute when you do that."

"Do what."

"That. Staring off into space."

"I was not staring, you dumbass."

"You were. Do you like me?"

"I was not. And no, not in that kind of way."

"In what way then?" Rowoon pushed further, he stopped in what he was doing, turning to you with a grin.

"What are you smiling for? You're such a pervert."

He his hands defensively. "I didn't say anything!"

"You were trying to say something." You grumbled not bothering to look at him.

"Come on, you're so cold." You could hear a pout eith the tone of his voice. He clicked his tongue, "considering we already fucked each other twice."

Your eyes widened, this time you were frantic. You removed the gloves and quickly rushed to cover his mouth when he didn't know when to stop talking.

"Come to think of it, that time you moaned Hyung's—"

"Will you shut it!?" You whisper-yelled at him. It was a convenience that we was slightly leaning down, enough for you to reach his face and stop that mouth of his.

"I swear to god, you're so noisy." You frowned at him. Didn't the two of you already talked about this before. It wasn't supposed to be brought up here, where everyone is here, and it wasn't supposed to be brought up ever.

"You promised." You told him, looking in the eyes.

You saw how his eyes softened as he gently removed took you hands off his mouth, taking the right one and kissing the back. "I'm sorry, i couldn't help it. You were treating me so coldly especially when Hyung was there."

You quickly retrieved your hands and looked down. "This is getting out of hand. And i'm your noona. So please stop, its not funny. I told you before, we shouldn't be talking about this at all."

"Noona?" You heard him scoff. You felt his fingers touch your chin then gently lift it up to make you face him. His eyes fiercely staring back at yours. "Who fucks their noona anyway?" He whispered.

Your mouth was agape. You were lost for words. Come to think of it, he never called you noona, ever. Not once since the first time the of you met, considering that you were even 4 years older than him, just like Inseong, who he calls Hyung. This guy..

"Now, what's this?" a voice broke out from the room. It was Inseong's.

Great, things couldn,'t get any worse.

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[yandere-musings]

May I please request a Yandere Shigaraki and Dabi (separate not together) visiting their civilian s/o at work (like a book or game store) and finds some dude flirting with them and they're s/o is uncomfortable with the guy?

This was fun! I had a bunch of my new friends on discord give me ideas and advice for this one! Very helpful with the jokes used!

Shigaraki Tomura

Tomura took a step out of Kurogiri's warp gate and into the alleyway. He looked around and thankfully nobody saw him. Pale fingers reached up and hesitantly removed father, carefully slipping him into the pocket of the hoodie he wore. Today he was coming to check on his beloved and drop off lunch while you were working. About a month ago, Tomura had come in to buy a new video game but he couldn't decide which one. You walked over and asked to help, which surprised him. The entire time you were chatting away, he just stared. You talked to him like he was an old friend. So kind and sweet. Tomura was instantly captivated. Shortly after, he made multiple visits to the store just for the chance to talk to you. And in no time, you had began dating. It was fate.

The bell chimed as he walked in the door. Red eyes scanned the store, looking around to spot any signs of your hair or figure. Sure enough, he spotted you at the counter. You were standing a ways a way from the desk, an obvious look of discomfort planted on your face.. why was that? Tomura began walking over, noticing that a man was leaning over the counter with a smug smile across his face. As he approached, he could begin to hear what the man was saying.

"-too easy for me. I beat it in like a day. What about you? Have you ever played that one?"

"Um... No can't say I have," you admitted awkwardly.

The man grinned and leaned closer, propping his arm on the counter.

"Too hard for you sweetheart? Do you need a player 2? Give me your number and I can come over tonight and show you how-"

"Take a hint you idiot. Clearly they aren't interested," Tomura snarled.

Both you and the man look back in surprise, not even noticing him until now. Tomura stood tall, doing everything in his power not to reach out and kill the disgusting idiot who dared to talk to his beloved in such a demeaning way. The man shot a glare at him while the look on your face was one of relief.

"Hey fuck off you gangly freak. This has nothing to do with you!" the man barked back in annoyance.

Tomura couldn't even look at the man. If he did, Tomura wasn't sure if he would be able to restrain himself. Instead, he focused his gaze on you and the relived smile you dawned. That precious smile he adored so much. That smile he wanted to protect.

"...It has everything to do with me when I'm their boyfriend.... " he muttered.

The man scoffed. Tomura's hand shot out and slapped a nearby display shelf. Before the man could speak, the surface instantly began to crumble and decay, the contents of the shelves falling to the ground.

"That was just an inanimate object... imagine what it would be like if it was someone who pissed me off," Tomura sneered.

The look in Tomura's eyes told him to stay silent. The unfiltered hatred and murderous intention behind those red orbs made it hard to think, let alone talk. The man scoffed and turned to leave.

"Tch! Not worth it," he grumbled while walking away.

The door chimed again, signalling that he had left the store. You let out a big sigh of relief. Tomura's ruby gaze softened and turned back to you, giving you a smile before beging to pick up the scattered display items. You walked over from behind the counter and began to help him pick everything up.

"Thank you," you muttered shyly.

"Of course," he replied sweetly.

******

Dabi

Dabi walked down the steps to the bar, pushing the door open and wandering inside. He wasn't coming here to drink today. If he wanted to do that, he could have just stayed at the League and got free drinks from Kurogiri. But no, he was here on a mission tonight. The room was buzzing, packed with patrons all nursing a beverage while chatting away. Some watching sports on the TVs, others playing pool. None of them mattered. Only one person mattered.

Cyan eyes scanned the room and sure enough, he spotted you behind the bar counter mixing and pouring drinks. Dabi's mood instantly lightened just by looking at you. But as he got closer, he noticed that your brows were furrowed and you were scowling. What gives? Sitting at one of the stools was a man, visibly tipsy like many of the other customers. But he wasn't taking his eyes off you. The way he was looking at you... it was like he was undressing you with his eyes.

"Hey dollface! You like sex on the beach? I do. The drink isn't half bad either Haha! Maybe we can hang out after you're off work?" he slurred. You shoot a glare at him.

"Sir for the last time, I'll cut you off if you don't stop it," you warned him in annoyance.

"What? It was a joke! Don't be such a prude haha! Hey- you got a boyfriend?"

"Yes, I have a boyfriend. And this is your last warning before I have someone kick you out!" you snapped in annoyance.

Dabi's blood was boiling. How long had this been going on? How long had this pathetic excuse for a human being been hitting on you? Dabi slowly walked over and sat down on the stool beside him, seething. You were too angrily cleaning classes and serving shots on the opposite end of the bar to even notice Dabi. Were you so angry that you were oblivious to him? What else had this douchebag said to you? Dabi's fists clentched at what other putrid things the man might have told you. The fire burning inside him was screaming, telling set that scum on fire. The man stared at you, oogling while you bent over to pull a bottleneck out of the mini fridge under the counter. The man licked his lips.

"Damn... What a tight lil ass," he slurred.

With that, Dabi stood up and grabbed the man by the throat and slammed him down against the counter. He was pinned, one hand on his neck and one hand pressing down against his chest. Everyone stopped and looked over at the commotion in shock, yourself included. Smoke began to waft up from the man's shirt as the fabric began to burn under Dabi's touch. He leaned down and whispered into his ear.

"Get out of here before I roast you alive and make you squeal like the pig you are," he hissed quietly, barely loud enough for anyone else to hear.

Dabi released his hold, pushing the man back to have him stumble away. The man was visibly shaking, a black hand shaped burn seared into the front if his shirt. He wabbled away, eyes wide in fear before turning and running out the door. Dabi smirked, watching proudly as he left the bar. Slowly, people began to go back to talking and minding their own business. His eyes flickered back to you... Uh oh. You did not look happy. You stomped over from behind the bar and pulled him to the side to angrily whisper at him.

"Dabi what the hell?! You can't just do that to a customer!" you hissed quietly.

He smirked and ruffles you hair.

"Yeah... But I can't have someone talking to my baby that way either. He's lucky I didn't do worse," he explained smugly. You scowl was back, but this one was one of embarrassment than anger.

"Thanks... but his tab was like $40. Meaning you gotta pay, got it?"

He chuckled and began pulling out his wallet.

"Yeah yeah. Whatever you say."

#dabi #yandere shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #bnha shigaraki #mha shigaraki #yandere dabi #dabi bnha #mha dabi #dabi x reader #shigaraki x reader #tomura x reader

[kessicasrps]

I let out another low groan when hearing your words to me, continuing to grip the steering wheel tightly and starting to drive a little bit faster so we could get to the hotel quicker. "Fucking hell, Princess... You are such a bloody fucking tease. You really need to watch yourself because I am hard as a fucking rock right now and I am trying really hard to focus right now so I don't get us into an accident. And you know how bad I want to fuck you, you are clearly seeing it right in front of your very eyes," I say, gesturing to my boner. I moan loudly when you slid your hand down my pants and you began to rub over my length. "I would love for you to take care of what you did to me, Princess. I'd love for you to put that dirty mouth to some good use," I say, my eyes dark with lust. "And I am not surprised that you're not wearing panties. You really are my sex freak, huh?," I tease you, smirking a bit.

---

I continued to rub your length even more when listening to you. "Oh, I am very aware how hard you are right this second," I smirked when I noticed you started driving even faster. "You taught me how to be a 'bloody fooking tease'," I say in your accent as I giggled. "I don't have a bra on either," I whispered in your ear. "Just so you know, if I do take you down my throat, I'm going to cum all over this seat because I'm not wearing any panties, and there will be a mess to clean up in your car," I smirked. "And yes, I am in fact your sex freak, because I'd never be this way with anyone else. You're the one that opened me up and brought me out of my shell," I smirked as I lowered myself and I undid your pants, removing your length and taking you down my throat, sucking you off as best I can so you could release yourself quickly down my throat.

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I giggle softly, running my fingers through your hair yet. "Oh, it was no one...," I say, pretending to be sneaky because I secretly loved the idea of you getting all jealous. I smirk a bit when seeing the look that you were giving me. "Relax, baby, you are the only one for me," I say, nipping playfully at your lower lip. "It was Jessica. We were just making plans for when her and Louis come back to L.A," I say to you, nipping playfully at your jawline. "Don't you know how crazy I am about you? If we weren't constantly together, I would be texting you all the time though. That's what I used to do when we first started dating and when you were in London while I was here in L.A. Remember the half-naked pictures I used to send you to tease you before we ever had sex the first time? Do you still have those?," I ask you, smirking a bit.

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"And who is 'no one'?" I asked as I looked at you with narrowed eyes, feeling jealous of who you could possibly be texting. I sighed afterwards when you told me who you were texting. "Plans? Without me?" I asked pretending to be offended. "You might have to remind me just how crazy you are about me," I tell you as I moaned when you kissed my jawline. "Oh I definitely saved those," I say honestly. "They're on a private file on my laptop, because I wasn't going to let anyone find those,"

#( & dreaming of you rp ) #( & call it what you want rp )