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steveshairychest · 1 year

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tw: mentions of death

Eddie will forever be grateful that he got a second chance but now he's starting to feel the consequences of his immortality.

Steve's old enough to be his dad now. His hair is almost completely grey at 45; he says the stress of babysitting 6 kids really sped up the process. Eddie still thinks he's the most beautiful person alive, he's aging like fine wine right before his eyes and he's so glad that he gets to spend every second of his immortal life with Steve.

He just wished they'd grow old together.

Dustin's kids think it's weird that their dad is friends with someone who's only just 'freshly 21' but Eddie thinks it's weird that they've never questioned why the man they've known since they were infants hasn't aged a day. He's starting to realise that children are very oblivious, especially if you bring gifts everytime you visit.

He still DMs for the party except now their children join in too. They like to remind Eddie that his rules are very outdated. He gets a disappointed frown from one of his friends when he kills their kid's character just because they annoyed him.

He thought explaining his eternal youth to his friend's kids was going to be the hardest part but he was wrong.

The hardest part was watching all his friends die.

It never got easier. He held their hands, whispered words of comfort as he listened to their hearts slowly stop. He cursed his abilities in these moments; wished he couldn't smell the illness in their blood and hear their hearts get weaker and weaker as they grew older.

Steve went sooner than he expected.

It came on so suddenly, he had no time to prepare himself, no time to figure out a way to go with him.

"See the world for me." Steve whispers to him. He's smiling, he's fucking dying and he has the audacity to smile at Eddie.

"I don't want to live in a world without you." Eddie's voice cracks and he scoots his chair closer so that he can gently rest his head on Steve's stomach. Steve weakly plays with his hair, that stupid smile still on his face.

"Always so dramatic." Steve traces Eddie's face, runs his fingers over his eyes, his nose, his lips, the scar on the side of his face from the bats; something that feels like a lifetime ago. "I love you, Eds, I won't be mad if you find someone else. Just make sure you visit and tell me about them." Eddie's sobbing now, his body shaking as he cries and grips Steve's hand tighter. He can hear it. He can fucking hear his heart slow. It's a sound he'll never be able to forget.

"My heart belongs to you... in this life.. and the next." And then he's gone.

Eddie's ears ring and he knows he's causing a scene, knows that screaming Steve's name won't magically drag him back from whatever place he's gone to, but he can't stop. He has to be forcefully dragged out of the room which is a struggle because Eddie is stronger than the average human.

He hates the silence, hates that he'll never hear the calming, steady beat of his lovers heart. He doesn't sleep for weeks, it feels wrong to sleep in their bed without Steve. He doesn't eat, can't even bring himself to open the fridge and drink the last bit of blood Steve had put aside for him.

It gets to a point where Dustin's oldest kid, Julie, comes to visit and finds him curled up on the floor, hunger so bad he's unable to move, to speak.

"Steve wouldn't want this." She chides and force feeds him the blood from the fridge. He doesn't know when Dustin told her about him, doesn't really care at that point. All he can do is sob weakly as Steve's blood fills his mouth and brings him back from the edge. "Come on. We're going to visit dad."

Dustin's in a retirement home now.

He'd gone downhill after his wife died and the kids had their own lives, they didn't have time to look after him 24/7. Eddie would have taken him in if he'd known, but he's been in a state of limbo for 2 months now. He'd collapsed on the kitchen floor a week ago and would have stayed there if Julie hadn't shown up, his body can withstand neglect a lot better than he thought.

He's missed Robin's 70th birthday.

He's missed the birth of Mike and El's 4th grand kid.

He's missed the release of Will's final book in his series.

He's missed so much life while mourning Steve. He didn't realise so much could happen in just 2 months.

"Hey, dad, I've brought a visitor." Julie says softly, making sure not to startle Dustin. He's sitting on the small lounge next to the window, an old fantasy book in his hands, and seeing him sit there brings back memories of when they were younger. When Dustin used to come by Steve's house just to be near Eddie, to remind himself that Eddie was okay. They'd sit in the bay window in Steve's lounge room and read together for hours. Steve would walk by and flick the lamp on for them because they wouldn't even notice that the sun had set.

He can still see that little kid in the old man in front of him, he's hidden under the wrinkles and grey hair, but when his eyes light up and his smile takes over his face, Eddie sees the kid that he risked his life for. "Eddie!"

Julie leaves them to talk, says that she'll grab them all a cup of coffee. Eddie declines. He hasn't been able to drink coffee since Steve died. It reminds him too much of waking up to quiet humming from the kitchen and coffee flavoured kisses.

Dustin scolds Eddie for neglecting himself, for not calling him or coming to see him so that they could mourn together. It feels strange to be scolded by someone that you used to babysit.

"He told me to move on." Eddie says quietly, bitterly. "But I don't think I'll ever be able to forget him."

"You don't have to forget him." Dustin scoots closer to Eddie on the cramped lounge and makes him look him in the eyes. "You're going to be around for a long time, Eds. You can't be that stereotypical vampire that mourns his long lost love for centuries."

"Maybe I want to."

"Steve would strangle me when I see him next if I let you do that."

When I see him next.

That makes Eddie ache. Will he ever get to see Steve again? Can he even die? He doesn't want Dustin to leave him too but he knows Steve is probably lonely wherever he is. He never liked being on his own for very long.

Eddie leans against his friend's shoulder and sighs shakily. He doesn't want to cry again. He's tired of crying. "I feel hollow, Dustin. I think Steve took a part of me with him."

"He was always quite greedy when it came to you."

Eddie smiles for the first time in 2 months. "He was, wasn't he. He always stole your time with me." He playfully jabbed Dustin in the side and it felt good to laugh with him, to smile and see the familiar twinkle of joy in his friend's eyes.

When they stop laughing and the room fills with a comfortable silence, Eddie asks quietly, "Do you really think you'll see him again?"

Dustin hums and leans back into the lounge, a knowing smile on his lips. "You'll see him again, Eddie. I know it."

Eddie scoffs with a smile. "Why? Because you're old and wise?"

"Precisely."

Eddie knows Dustin is just saying what he wants to hear, what he thinks he needs to move on with his life, but a small part of himself hopes it's true.

He hopes that after he's seen the world, he'll be able to tell Steve all about it.

#SORRY THIS IS LIKE REALLY LONG #I GOT CARRIED AWAY LMAO #steddie #kas eddie munson #eddie munson #stranger things #steve harrington #st4 vol2 #steveddie #dustin henderson #tw mentions of death

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ritsusakumawife · 5 months

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Rejected Male Yandere x GN! Reader

Warnings: Use of profanity, mentions of murders and kidnappings, yandere content, not proofread, and bad grammar

Words: 1654

Quiet footsteps can be heard until they stop and a door opens and closes.

"Why'd you do it?"

"Well, they kept bothering you, so I-"

"WHY DID YOU DO IT?!"

"I told you, they kept bothe-"

"Not that. Tell me a good, fucking valid reason. You can't just say it's because they were bothering me. They..Those people you killed were my family, you bastard!"

"So tell me, why did you kill them?

He bows his head in what seems like shame.

"Hah! Just as I thought, you can't give me a good reason because there isn't one! You killed my family just because you wanted to!"

"You didn't do it for me or your twisted sense of love. You just killed them for fun, didn't you?"

"No, that's not-..I- I'm sorry."

"Darling, you know how much I love you, don't you? I just couldn't bear to see them use you and treat you like shit."

"Believe me, I truly didn't want to kill them, but they just left me with no choice. I had to do it. I'd go insane if I were to watch them trash talk you for even a moment longer.

"After all, I know how much their words hurt you."

"Even if their words hurt me, that doesn't give you any, ANY right to end their lives."

"Just… what happened to you..? What happened to the man I knew?

Everything was fine four years ago.

You'd wake up, get ready for the day, and meet up with your best friend for your guys' daily morning coffee.

You'd order his and your usual and go on your separate ways once you've got your orders.

But then on one Saturday, your guys' schedule aligned perfectly, and you guys decided to spend it together, catching up.

You guys promised to meet at 11:00 a.m. He was running late, which was unusual, but you didn't mind and decided to continue waiting.

After an hour, he finally arrived.

He apologized for being late and reasoned that he had some last-minute work he had to do

It was quite a chaotic day, but you had fun. It was one of the rare times you got to hang out together after all.

You were currently walking back home.

Once you had arrived, you prepared to unlock the door, but to your surprise, the door was already unlocked.

'Maybe they accidentally left it open, or dad just got home. Oh well.'

Upon stepping foot into your home, you felt a sticky liquid cling to your shoes and a strong metallic smell enter your nostrils.

"Mom, are you there?"

You begin to take careful steps forward; your feet hit something laying on the ground, and if you weren't going so slowly, you would've for sure tripped.

'What the heck did I hit? '

You feel around your wall, hoping to come across the light switch and finally see what's happening.

"Where the heck is it? It should be here somewhere. If only my phone didn't run out of battery, I could just be using the flashlight feature right now."

After feeling around for a couple more seconds, your hand makes contact with the light switch, and you turn it on.

"Finally! Now just what did I trip o-"

There on the ground lies your mother's body. Still, cold, and lifeless

You stumble and quickly check your mother's pulse.

...

Nothing. There's nothing.

You scramble towards your house phone and quickly dial 911, but before you could hit the dial button, you felt something hit you on the head before falling unconscious.

You awoke in a dark room, your hands and legs chained to the wall.

Once your eyes have adjusted to the darkness, you see your best friend sitting in a chair across from you. He looks at you intensely. Like a predator to their prey, he observes you.

He doesn't do or say anything. Just watches

You collect your thoughts.

From the look of things, he kidnapped you and was probably the one who killed your mom, or maybe even your entire family, seeing as no one found your mother dead on the floor.

It would also explain why he was late for your meeting earlier. He killed them before meeting up with you.

Once you've answered all the questions pouring into your head, you speak up.

"Hey, what do you want from me?"

It was clear he had no intention of harming or killing you; if he had, he would've already killed you, but instead you're here chained up in what you assume is his basement. A classic place to keep kidnapped people, or well, in some cases, but not all the time.

"You're not going to ask if I'll kill you or let you go? That's surprising; usually people would already be screaming and moving around as if it'd help improve the situation."

"No. It'll be useless to do that. It won't help me get out of these chains."

"So? What do you want from me?"

"What I want is simple: your love. That's all I want."

"Pfft, my love? And you expect to get it by killing my family?"

"You truly must be insane."

"I'm sure it'll work out, right? After all, you've always liked the insane characters in those shows and games you play."

"I think you forgot about one teeny tiny important detail Mr. Kidnapper, those shows and games are fictional, while this situation I'm currently in isn't."

"But..I'm sure that if we talk some things out, like, let's perhaps say, taking these chains off, we can start anew and develop our own love story." You say teasingly.

He chuckles. "Sorry, dear, but the chains stay on at least until I'm sure you won't run away."

"Boo~ These chains hurt, y'know? Wait, don't tell me you're actually into that kind of stuff" You say in a fake shocked tone.

'Even if I'm talking to him casually, it seems that he still isn't letting his guard down at all. This is troublesome."

'But it's fine. It doesn't matter how long it takes. I will get out of here, you murdering bastard. I swear, I'll have you put behind bars.'

'I know just how to get behind those walls you put up. I didn't spend all those years with you for nothing.'

While it was easy to gain his trust, it seems like his careful nature just didn't allow himself to be easily swayed by your charming words.

And in the end, it took one and a half years to get out of the chains, but you were only allowed to stay in that room.

It took six months to be allowed to wander outside that room. But only on the condition that you were to have your hands tied up when outside the room in the basement.

It took a year to be allowed to do your own things around the house.

You had thought of escaping while he went outside, but you knew better than that. He set this up; he'll let you have your way around the house to see if you'll try to escape from him.

He's left you multiple chances to escape throughout the years. Chances that would surely not happen due to coincidences. It was all bait, a trap.

So you just did what you had to do. Act as his lover; act on this never-ending stage.

And finally, in the fourth year, something changed. Something he didn't notice, but you did. He has truly let his guard down.

After days of planning, you finally did it. You can escape. But it's too soon to say that everything is over.

He was still in there, sleeping peacefully. If you were to leave now and call the cops, then he could wake up before the cops arrive and escape somewhere far away.

So you stayed. You called the police, made sure he wouldn't have any escape routes, made breakfast, and waited for him to wake up. Right by his side, just like he has always wanted

After a few minutes, he woke up. You gave him a little kiss on the head and gave him breakfast in bed, like it has always been.

Everything seemed normal until a knock on the door interrupted your guys' lovely morning. Naturally, he answered the door since you're technically a missing person.

Everything went by so fast after that that you don't even remember what happened after he opened the door.

And now you find yourself walking towards his visiting area.

You have so many things you want to say, but all you can muster up is ask why he did it.

While it seems like you're asking why he killed your family, It's moreso, why is it me? Why was it me?

June 6, 20XX

You stare at a note that was put on your desk.

'Meet me on the rooftop after school'

"Ooo~ Looks like Y/N has a secret admirer~!"

"Heheh~ I bet it's that guy Y/n always hangs out with."

"Eh? That dude? Eww, you better reject him, Y/N. I heard that guy's a creep. Yuck."

"Hey! That's mean, he isn't a creep, ok? I don't know who started the rumors, but it's not true. I've known him for practically all my life! He isn't that kind of guy."

Your friends snicker, "Look at Y/N defending their little boyfriend!"

"Wha, he isn't my boyfriend! Besides,"

"Yeah, yeah, just get going. Now you're going to be late for your meeting. Bye bye~"

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This did not turn out how I wanted it to, and I am cringing so bad. I'm so so sorry for this abomination.

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thefiery-phoenix · 7 months

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PLATONIC YANDERE MANAGER KIM X READER (MANAGER KIM)

Manager Kim as a dad would be insanely protective of you and a literal definition of a helicopter parent and rightfully so considering all that he's been through in his life with crackheaded mafia bosses and North and South Korean gangsters chase after him and the military and whatnot. Needless to say, he's lived a really rough life and he'll be damned if he let anything happen to you and Minji because of his past. He'll do his best to shield you from the horrors of his past and make sure you only have happy memories and things to think about

He's a bit sad that Minji seems to dislike him but takes comfort and solace in the fact that you like him. You cannot have friends till he runs a full background check on them and after rounds and rounds of interrogation to find out their intentions with you, only then will he allow you to hang out with him, of course, you'll have to call him every 10 minutes and he'll know about your location anyway because of the GPS tracker he's installed on your phone. Plus, you have your older sister Minji looking out for you too so everything will be fine

Everything else is secondary, you're important to him, more than you know and can imagine. He would literally murder and kill anyone who dares to have the thought of harming you and Minji. In fact he has. A few weeks ago a new bookstore opened up near your house and you were pretty excited to check it out since you had a fondness for books. He allowed you to explore it only if Minji could accompany you as well, which she would have done in the first place, she's equally overprotective of you as well with the overwhelming and constant urge to protect her younger sibling from danger and guide them in the time of their need

The bookstore was a quaint little place and you loved the cozy aura and warmth it radiated. While you were busy checking the books out, a few men who appeared to be members of the Yakuza entered the store. Minji instinctively rushed in front of you and threatened them to leave as they simply sneered at her. One of them leered at you with a wide grin on his face as he spoke "Boss will be happy to have a cutie like you in bed with him... or if he doesn't want you, don't worry, I'll take care of you and show you a good time... we can share among my pals too if you want~" Minji got livid at the garbage they spewed as you felt disgusted and slightly scared about what these men might do to you. You didn't have fighting lessons as a kid and you definitely didn't know how to fight a full grown man from the Yakuza

A few seconds later, you heard a few men groaning in agony as you noticed two people move with lightning speed, disarming the men and tactically fighting them. You took a closer look and couldn't believe your eyes when you saw your dad and his friend, Hansu Seong just dodging their punches with ease and delivering punches and kicks like it was nothing. Your dad had a chain with him as he wrapped it around the neck of someone and chocked him with it till he passed out cold. You stared in admiration as Hansu leaped at a great height and kicked his opponents, rendering them with agony and brutal pain

After they ensured you were all right, Manager Kim got you out of that damned bookstore immediately. It turned out they belonged to one of the most prominent yakuza gangs of the country and were sent since your dad had a tiff with their boss. After this incident, you weren't allowed to go anywhere without him or Hansu anymore. He kept a strict eye and monitored your electronic usage as well, limiting you to only an hour on your phone or laptop while he's in the same room with you. There are reports of hackers installing malware into computer systems, he just wants to keep you safe from harm

You'll soon grow weary and fed up with this lifestyle of not being able to do your own thing anymore. You can reason, argue or even cry for that matter with your dad but he won't budge from his decision. As much as it pains him when you're upset, he can't risk your safety. Your safety is more important to him than anything else. It's not like you can exactly ask your dear older sister Minji for help anyway, she'll know what you're planning and instantly report it to her dad and the two of them will shut down whatever idea was forming in that head of yours without even getting to execute it. If you have a diary you can bet your allowance she WILL read it, every page and every word

It's not like she wants to invade your privacy or anything, she just wants to know more about you and keep a protective watchful eye over you like any good older sibling does. If you have a crush or someone broke your heart, she'll inform your dad about it immediately and before you know it that particular family will leave the country as soon as possible. Your dad and your sister like spoiling you with whatever you ask for, anything you ask, you receive except for your freedom of course

You can't really go ask Hansu or Jincheol for help either, Jincheol will just egg Manager Kim on with how risky things are outside for a young little thing like yourself and you need protection. You can't trust Taehun and Dabin either, they'll snitch on you anyway to their dads and their dads will inform yours and before you know it, you'll have a whole squad looking for you if you ever thought about running away or escaping. Surprisingly not even Taehun will assist you in running away, he'll just swat you on the head and tell you to forget the idea and go back to your dad. You clearly aren't meant to be alone in a cruel world

I guarantee you, it won't even be 5 minutes before your dad finds you and will just carry you like a sack of flour with a stoic expression. However his heart is bleeding with pain and regret, not because of his parenting but because you felt the need to run away since you obviously thought he wasn't showering you with more attention. "I recommend some nice hot dinner and a good night's sleep to forget about the night you've had... it's dangerous what you've done" said Hansu, his voice a bit stern as he adjusted his glasses. "As much as I'm all for having fun, you did give your old man a damn heart attack running away like that, don't do that kid..." said Jincheol as you were carried back home. You sighed in defeat and realized dejectedly that there really was no way out for you. Might as well just give up. No one would help you anyway, not even the police officers who know all too well about your dad's records with the government. No one wants to mess with an ex war veteran after all, not unless they have a death wish...

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abloomingsunflower · 4 months

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Meet Snowflake!

[E.L.A oc's go brrrr-..]

[I haven't introduced her yet so- I'm doing it now. This is her official design because I wasn't sure about the old one-]

Basic information:

Snowflake is Albedo's adopted daughter, who apparently can control winter. But she can't control her ice power very well, which results in little accidents to happen often. Hope is training her.

She's 18 years old, a month younger than Lux, 5'6 ft tall and enjoys reading Marvel comics.

Snow is a menace to society/aff

She is Lux's non-blood related long lost twin/j/nsrs

Snowflake is a descendant of Quetzalcoatl, the deity of war. Corr.Nightmare tried to kill her once he found out about her existence. The girl fought back as best she could but was quickly overpowered. Luckily she was saved from "an mysterious winged lady".

Now Snowflake is striving to control her power better and learn more about her ancestor.

(Fun fact: Her real name is Estelle. Snowflake is just a nickname.)

Origins:

It's unknown who her parents are or where they are. But Snow never bothered to find that out.

"They abandoned me, whoever they are. Valid reason or not, I'm better off without them right? I'm sure they must've thought the same. My life is fine as it is, I already have an amazing adoptive father."

Snowflake is actually a part of Quetzalcoatl's soul, his will. All those years ago when he died, a part of him refused to give up. He refused to succumb to the fatal wounds. He refused to let his kingdom fall in the hands of his enemy.

So that strong determination caused a part of his soul to separate from it's owner. It reincarnated as different people over the years, while Quetzalcoatl wandered the earth as a spirit.

Now, Snowflake is the current reincarnation.

Only when Corr.Nightmare gets killed and the kingdom is free, Quetzalcoatl will finally rest and his will shall return to him.

Abilities:

-Summoning weapons made out of ice.

-Manipulating the weather.

-Control over ice in general.

-Can survive just fine in extremely cold temperatures.

-Can sense and distinguish people's different auras, including the dead's. (But she can't see the dead, which makes it difficult to guess who it is. She can find out from the aura alone if the spirit is a threat or not.)

-Can create snow giants and creatures.

[Will be updated.]

Her opinion on the people she knows:

-Albedo.

"We met when I tried to run away from the orphanage. Then as I went further and further away, I bumped into him. He asked me why was I crying, and he comforted me. He took me back to the orphanage and on the way we were talking and getting along. When we arrived, he told the caretaker he wanted to adopt me. Much to my own surprise. Now here we are. He's actually a very supportive dad, the kind of dad everyone would want, to be honest. No matter what, he always thinks about me first. He comforted me when I cried, defended me on arguments, never turned a blind eye on me, and even gives great advice. He is the reason I'm happy."

-Cross.

"That baker my dad likes so much. His pastries are awesome! He's a nice guy, really. I genuinely think him and Albedo would make a good couple, I mean- Have you seen the way they look at eachother?? They NEED to get together already, I swear to god-"

-Dream.

"I love and respect uncle, but- Someone needs to teach him how to be less oblivious of your surroundings. He's blind when it comes to love, and I can tell he would be an easy target to manipulate..- I noticed he looks down sometimes, maybe because of his marriage?"

-Ink.

"The second most beautiful woman? Her? Are you kidding me? Ink is nice and all but not only does her sense in fashion suck, she's also kinda dumb. I'm just being honest! She's a mother, a grown ass woman, yet she's almost never by her husband's or kids' side, or anywhere near the castle. I swear I saw her in a bar drinking once. No, twice. That second time there was a strange man with her. I just kept walking to avoid being seen by her."

-Palette.

"We only really meet when uncle Dream invites me and dad over. Sometimes we talk. Lux told me he used to bully her and frame her for things she didn't do when they were younger. Even now, he's doing some pretty bad stuff. But he looks..Well. Miserable. I almost feel bad for him sometimes. Maybe he is getting his stress out on her? Anywho I can only suggest one thing for him: Therapy. And I will drag him there by the feet if I have to."

-Lux.

"We're complete polar opposites, and still get along just fine. I can't help but see her like a sister I never had. She's got everything! Is a princess, does nice things, is rich and lucky in lottery, has amazing dresses, has a handsome fiancée, is famous and all, and she's very pretty! Like, damn!- I think she really deserves all those. I'm glad she's not like those corrupt rich people, she actually donates to charities and orphanages. I look up to her a lot. In fact, I want to be like her."

-Hope.

"Miss Hope is the one training me and Lux's fiancée. They are so skilled..! It's hard to keep up with them sometimes during sparring. They've beat me countless times.. But I won't give up there! No way in hell. This is to get revenge on that bastard for nearly murdering me.."

-Merciless.

"Him and Lux seem perfect, to be honest. We get along very well. I've read almost all the books he wrote. He's like an older brother to me. Apparently, he wants to be a wizard. He's trying to make fire, like Miss Hope. Though..once I accidentally froze him- I don't understand how it happened, I was just patting his shoulder and then BAM! Thank god we had Miss Hope and their fire. I apologized so much that day..I'm still embarrassed."

-Angst.

"..I've heard about that guy. Isn't that the one that can see spirits? I think he could help me, something with a powerful aura has been following me around for days on end and I need answers."

-Artemis.

"She's that famous singer, and Merciless' little sister. Not gonna lie, she makes amazing music..I listen to it all the time. Some of her songs are calming and perfect for reading. She's also Palette's best friend. I think these two are in love, even their fans are making rumors about them being together-"

-Goth.

"She used to make fun of me and bother me at every chance she got. Along with that group of fans- Until..well, I snapped one day. I caused a snow storm, since I felt overwhelmed. It blew everyone away but her. I think I shoved her away after that, but then realized I didn't die. At first I thought 'Maybe it's my power', until I found out from Idiotka that a grim reaper's soulmate doesn't die from their touch. ..Nothing is confirmed yet. Because apparently Lux and Palette didn't die from Goth's touch either. This situation is very confusing. Anyways, we became friends in hopes of finding out. All we do is hang out and gossip about every single thing we can think of. It's actually nice being around Idiotka.."

-Corr.Nightmare/Alphonse.

"Can you believe Artemis speaks good about a moron like that? He clearly didn't think twice before deciding to attempt murdering a little girl, so why should I feel sympathy for a tyrant? I still remember his face... ... He scares me. What if I fail to kill him?"

-Killer.

"I don't believe she chose to marry him on her own will. What kind of psycho would?? I feel bad for her. She's very pretty too."

-Crescent.

"Isn't that the priest in that one church..? I dunno, I'm not religious. So I don't visit churches at all. But his face reminds me so much of that bastard.."

-Quetzalcoatl.

"My ancestor! I'm gonna call him grandpa, it's easier. Man, I wish I could meet him.. Idiotka took me to this secret library and I've been studying about his history. I have to say, I admire him even more now. As I read all those history books, I pictured the sceneries of the old kingdom in my head. For some reason, everything described there feels so familiar.."

Fun facts:

-She's allergic to chocolate, so she is always eating fruit pastries or vanilla. She found that out when she once tried chocolate cake in Cross' café.

-Snowflake is a fan of horror games and movies, even playing with Goth sometimes.

-She never really had real friends until she met Goth. Snow only had a small group of online friends.

-Albedo's nickname for her is "Tuna", which Snow is always complaining about.

-Snowflake always wondered about the identity of the winged woman who saved her that day. She wishes to thank her.

-She has a true/guardian form <3

-She is the key to Surprise Ending in Sunflower AU.

[If she interacts with Angst and Angst decides to tell her about the timelines, the two of them will try to make Cross and Hope tell the truth to everyone and the game will end.]

Evil Lux AU and all the characters made by @anotherrosesthatfell <33

Snowflake belongs to me.

#a sunflower in full bloom au #evil lux au #snowflake [e.l.a]#character info #oc design #fun facts #idk what i'm doing with life.

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obsidiancreates · 3 months

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Robin Hood: Man In Vents

@pineapple-psychic

"Gus." Shawn whispers as quietly as he can into the little mic pinned to his collar. "I see you flirting with the receptionist."

"Heh, one second." Gus's smirk slips right off as he turns and whispers back "You told me to say I'm security!"

"So no-one would question the mic and earpiece! Not to creep out some poor girl taking this jerk's calls all day!"

"I'm not creeping anybody out!"

"She's literally holding a tiny lipstick taser in her palm."

"Wh- where are you?!"

"The vents. ... Top of the wall to your right."

"Shawn, you're supposed to be in this guy's office already."

"I had to take a pit-stop, man, you were totally ignoring me!"

"Just get in there, if someone we know spots me we're toast."

"Dude, Lassie and Jules are totally busy with that other case with the dead bull or whatever."

"It was a dead matador, Shawn, and they're only busy because you put them on the wrong lead!"

"Yeah, so we're covered."

"Just get into that office!"

Shawn watches Gus turn back around with his 'Smooth Gus' smile and keep chatting with the receptionist- who's relaxing more as Gus talks to her, actually, and she realizes he's just Not As Smooth As He Thinks He Is rather than Trying To Be Creepy.

Shawn crawls through the vents, wondering not for the first time why Santa Barbara seems to make all their air vents big enough for over-30-year-old-men to crawl through with room to spare, and makes it to the office. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his little uses-actual-tape vintage tape recorder, stolen from his dad's house, and hits record.

"No, look, if we sell more than this it'll look suspicious. ... I know, I know, but our payout won't be worth shit if we get caught. Just- have you taken care of the severance situation? ... Well, cripes, Monty, if you don't find a way to avoid paying out severance after this we'll have done it all for nothing! ... That's it, I'm coming down to your office. No, I don't give a crap if your wife is there, kick her out or I'll beat her ass along with yours. ... You'll take this talk from me as long as you live, if you don't want to become my next scapegoat."

The phone slams back into it's receiver, and the CEO storms out of his office.

Shawn tests the vent grate- if he did it right when he pretended to be the building inspector a few days ago, it should just-

CRASH!

... Whoops.

Shawn slides out of the vent and lands in a heap on the floor, springing back up as quickly as possible and going for the computer! This office is relatively isolated, but someone will have heard that. Gus posing as security can maybe buy him twenty minutes, but after that he's risking everything.

Gus would kill him for saying so, but all that makes this even more fun.

He copies the password he saw being entered in the reflection of the window when he came in to sabotage the vent, pulls out the list of keywords Gus's jotted down for him, and starts combing through the files as quickly as possible. He plugs his pineapple-shaped hard drive into the PC unit and begins downloading everything relevant to the insider trading and company self-sabotage.

"Dude, hurry up, I just got told over the walkie that there was a loud sound in the CEO's office," Gus hisses through the earpiece.

"I'm hurrying!"

"Hurry harder, Shawn! Oh, uh, hello, fellow security team. Yeah, Im uh, going to check out the disturbance myself. no need for all of us, right?"

"You're in fire, dude."

"Yeah, well, I'm a uh, black belt in taekwondo, so I really don't need any backup. Might get messy."

"Black be- okay I know that's not true, but I also know you've been sneaking out of cases more often than usual. Gus, are you taking martial arts classes without me? How is our partnership supposed to work if you become a lethal weapon of flesh and blood and I don't?"

"I'm not taking any classes, I'm buying you time," Gus hisses again. "Quit distracting me!"

"Fine. ... But we should sign up for some classes together after this."

"I agree, but shhh!"

"Fine. ... Okay, okay, I got it!" Shanw unplugs everything, makes sure his gloves didn't rip or leave any fibers behind- and then looks up at the vent. "Oh. Oops."

"Oops?!"

"It's uh- it's a little high to reach."

"Oh my go- you didn't measure a way up to your only escape route?"

"I was a little focused on the entire rest of the whole plan!"

"Figure it out fast, we're almost at the elevator!"

"Ah- stall for time! Pretend to pee yourself!"

"No, stop using that as a go-to distraction!"

"Well do something!"

"Ah- HEY! Ahem, hey, guys, uh, you know, I read in Men's Digest last week that elevators have been linked to Kidney Stones."

Shawn looks around frantically for something he can use to get up to the vent that won't leave a suspicious trail- nothing. Unless...

"Dude, I'm taking a risk."

"Another one?!"

"Trust me!"

Shawn pulls the wheely chair over to the vent and stands on it. It's just enough for him to leverage himself into the space. He hops off and grabs the vent cover, puts it on top of the headrest, and turns. He puts his feet on the wall, walks them up to the vent opening, and slowly walks his hands up to the top of the chair to leverage himself into the exit.

As soon as his hands reach the top he hears the elevator ding down the hallway. He hears Gus's rambling coming closer, and knows it's now or never. He takes a deep breath, winces in preparation for the on coming pain, and pushes off of the chair! He just barely manages to grab onto the vent as the chair goes flying across the floor back into place!

His push gets him halfway into the vent, the wind knocked right out of him, but he has no time to recover. He squirms the rest of the way in, and managed to re-affix the loose vent cover right as the door to the office opens.

Gus glances up at the vents and they lock eyes. Shawn gives a thumbs-up, and begins scooting backwards out of the line of sight.

"I'm never helping you with one of these again," he hears Gus mumble over the earpiece.

They both know Gus is lying. They're partners in crime-solving and in crime, and they always will be. Especially when it's something like this.

Now to figure out if blackmail or exposure is the best use for what they've gathered...

#psych #psych usa #psychusa #psych 2006 #criminal!shawn spencer #fanfic #my attempts at fanfic

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futureplayboibunnie · 1 year

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Reader being turned on by Stephen being good with kids or just being a dad and baby making kink and whatever else? Bc man who is good with kids makes me FERAL

Thank you💕

‘Messy’

Dr Strange x fem!reader

- never in a million years would i have imagined myself writing about breeding but here we are. i genuinely think this is my filthiest one yet, i had to just stop and think about what i was doing a few times and how my life got to this specific moment. i love possessive Stephen so much, gah damn. anyways, enjoy this filth xo

Stephen had been looking at you funny all day, not badly but just...strangely.

He was wearing himself differently than usual, head tilted back and eyes gleaming in a wicked dimmed sparkle, his conscience was heavy with something and you were keening to find out what his beautiful mind held. You let it sit with you throughout the day, letting him come to you for once.

He was sat in his big, antique chair that was nooked in the corner of his room, the night bleary with frost whisped air as his window showed him the New York lights like a cinematic experience made just for him; but the neon lights weren't enough to shred light to his thoughts. When Stephen saved America from the eternal torment of the Scarlet Witch, he grew a weird sort of attatchement to the idea of having someone he needed to protect. Of course he had you he needed to keep safe, if anyone laid a finger on you or looked at you the wrong way he'd enjoy torturing them for weeks on end before sending them to burn in a dimension of fire and darkness but he wanted more with you. Stephen couldn't imagine letting anyone else in let alone imagining a life with them, a life with kids and then you walked into his life and turned everything upside down and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't rid himself of you, an itch that couldn't be scratched. Now he was so in love he was sure he was replaced by a lovesick fool, not the hard and arrogant neurosurgeon he was eons ago.

Stephen needed you to have his kids. He wanted you dripping with how much he needed you.

You on the other hand noticed the way he was with children. Fucking hell, he was just a natural with them and it was surprising to you. The man that was once so egotistical it blinded his whole worldview is now a man that held children as if they were his own, able to calm them down in just a few seconds. It was easy enough to fall in love with Strange, seeing through all the hubris and insecurity he never let himself be free of, you haven't really been the same since then. You hated being treated like a damsel in distress, you could take care of yourself perfectly fine but Stephen was overprotective of what was his. He didn't have time to rationalise, no rhyme or reason to why he did the things he did. Stephen didn't like sharing. Not now. Not ever. It was so damned attractive, so mature in a way you'd never seen him.

You walked into Stephen's room, darkened and gloomy but only the light of the street outside serving as an ambient lamp. He was staring outside intently, fingers grazing over his lips completely lost in his own thoughts, clouding him grey like the night outside. He wanted to breed you, make you have his kid but he knew you well enough that you wouldn't even think twice about it. Stephen let out a shaky breath when he heard you padding slowly in the room.

‘’What you thinkin' about?'’ Your voice was honeyed, slow; a means to tease him out of the walls he was building up, he's been quiet all day, moving in silence in a way you hadn't experienced since you first met him. It took you a while to get him to open up to you.

‘’Nothing.’’ He finally said impassive in tone.

‘’Then why do you look like you're about to kill someone?’’ You smiled slightly and he let out an almost unreadable scoff.

Stephen's face was blank when you caught up to his chair, he was holding a stiff drink in his hand trying to absolve himself of something that you couldn't quite place your finger on. His brows were furrowed and his lips contorted into a hard line and his mouth fell dry, his free fingers were tapping away at the arm rest of the chair. He was restless. Impatient. Stephen's eyes finally looked up at yours and they were darkening with every moment he looked at you- wearing one of his button downs that hugged all the right places, legs bare, no panties. Fuck if he could just have you right now, stuff you full of him, have you leak for him.... heaven would rest on his shoulders and prick the tips of his ears.

‘’You just gonna sit there all lonely? You haven't been all doom and gloom in a while.’’ You breathed with your head cocked, looking down at his stern face. "You gonna tell me why?’’

He was still radio silent, his mouth not loosening at your voice alone so you opted for another way to get him to talk. You slowly climb onto his lap, eyes still unwavering from iced blue when you nestled between those massive thighs.

You shivered a little when your bare pussy met with the roughness of his jeans. God it felt good. Stephen’s chest caved a little as he huffed at you impatiently, trying so hard to not give into you, he was actually a little nervous telling you he wanted to knock you up, fuck you so hard you were reeling from how full you felt.

‘’Come on, baby. You know you can tell me anything.’' You muttered as you slung your arms around him, playing with little tufts of his hair. You weren't even teasing at this point, you were tired with him and his mopiness. Stephen was stifling a moan when you clambered onto him, he felt himself harden against you. You had grown tired of his shit, to your dismay you let go of him and stood yourself up. Letting out a little annoyed "fine' you started to walk away.

Stephen twiddled his thumbs for a moment, very certain of the next move he was going to make but it was like he lost control. Before you could leave the room he followed behind you and pulled you by your hair. You let out a yelp and struggled against him before he grabbed you by the back of the neck to face him, other hand wrapped around your waist, pinching so hard on the skin through the fabric it made you let out a breathless whine.

‘’Stephen! My hair.’’ You both stilled against each other. He was so close his breath was fanning against your face but it felt like you weren't even breathing.

‘’I want to put a baby in you.’’ Stephen muttered so casualy as he tugged onto your hair even harder so your chin jutted up towards him. His hold on you was ironlike, his grip industrial.

‘’You do?’’ Your eyes were wide in surprise. Fuck. You thought that this was a lucid dream, him telling you all the things you wanted.

‘’I want to fuck you dumb. I want to fuck you so stupid you're just aching for me to fill you up, make you leak down those bare legs you flash around so carelessly. You know I love you sweetheart, but I need to fuck you like a slut, my slut, a mindless whore until I put my kid in you.’’ He gritted out breathlessly but so certain on every single word he uttered. Your mouth was agape in his filthy words and you drank it all up. He had never been this rough with you, ever, and dear God you were begging for more.

You can't remember the last time he creampied and it made a small smirk appear on your face.

‘’Do it then.’’ You whispered against his lips, eyes heavy as you gawked into his.

The air was dense with need, so humid that if you made a fist in the air water would fall onto your lap. The extent of his need was stretching so thin it was wrapping his brain up and suffocating him.

Stephen smashed his lips against yours, practically devouring the taste of you off your tongue, your mouth so sweet and potent like a street drug- begging for hit after hit. Your tongues banded together to create a symphony of erotic sounds and when Stephen pulled on your hair even harder than before, you moaned into his mouth and he swallowed the noise in its entirety. His free hand travelled to your ass and squeezed mercilessly, he spanked it as his mouth melded to yours. He wanted to spank you until your ass was a bruising shade of red. He slowly unbuttoned every single button on your shirt at an atagonsingly slow pace, a major contrast to his heavy and fast paced words from before. Your tits fell free and you shivered at your bare skin against his.

‘’You're mine.’’ He grumbled possessively and it made your head spiral.

‘’I'm yours.’’ You hummed against his lips.

With those words alone, he pushed you on the bed facefirst by your hair and it made a broken moan fall from your raw throat. You could feel Stephen reach behind his back and he pulled off his shirt, then you could hear the clank of his belt. Your ears pricked up at the sound, eyes covered in a glassy wicked sparkle as your tongue licked at your teeth. You heart was thundering with excitement, giddy off of the high he was going to give you, the anticipation in the air driving you crazy. You grunted when he grabbed your arms and pinned them behind the small of your back, using his belt he looped around your wrists multiple times and the leather pinched your skin delectably. He tugged to tighten them up and you whined at the sensation.

‘’Gonna have you drooling for me.’’ Stephen promised as he spanked your ass again, the sound cracking through the air. It was a lazy hit but still hard, he revelled in the fact that he was leaving his handprint on your ass, his mark on your skin indenting him as a claim on you. His finger prints dug into your skin and you felt your body squirm under him.

Stephen flipped you over so he could look in your eyes while fucking you, arms still tied behind your back as you recoiled. Your eyes were alight with a demanding fire, a heady cyclone swirling in desire and whatever twisted thing he had in mind next. You knew he had an aggressive nature, his bouts of arrogance showed that but this was the best extention of that. God, it was like you were his own fuckdoll. He wanted to fuck your hole sloppy and wet, your arousal was insurmountable. His mouth was on yours, saliva and spit covering all over your lips and down your chin, his teeth bit at your jaw and neck, he provided you with those bites you loved so much, it was like the man was made for you.

‘’You wanna put your cum in me? Make me have your baby? Do it, Stephen.’’ You practically whimpered. stephen groaned when he wrapped his lips around your nipples and bit hard.

‘’Wanted to fuck you like this for weeks.’’ He sounded exasperated and needy, a mess just like you were. Stephen discarded of any remaining clothes and he was as hard as a rock, aching and desperate for you; so willing to dump his cum into you and use his cock like a plug.

You were a mewling mess. A bitch in heat. Face etched in that pathetic pampered pain as tears pricked in your eyes. It was like sin. All of it.

‘’So wet. And it’s all for me?’’ He stared you down as the tips of your noses touched, he bit down on vour plump lower lip glazed in spit and tugged it back. You nodded but it was difficult to differentiate if he was mocking you or not.

‘’You’re so generous.’’

He dragged his leaking cock through your folds before ultimately sliding into you, you made it so easy for him. Stephen didn't give you any spare moment to adjust as he rutted in and out of you as your chest heaved and your cheeks were blush bitten. Your brows tensed with every stroke, knot after knot so close to being undone. You were going to make all of his wildest dreams come true.

‘’You're a bad influence on me Strange.’’ You flirted with a smirk and all your peripheral could view was his shit eating grin threatening to slice his face in half.

‘’You love it you slut.’’ Stephen slapped you ass again. It felt divine.

‘’I'm offended. You dirty dog.’’ You giggled and tutted at him, scolding him like an irresponsible child and he was loving it.

‘’My slut.’’ He tried to acquiesce and it worked when your lips met his again to make him shut the fuck up. Sweat was falling out in dewdrops down his forehead and across his brow, the growls he let out with every stroke inside of your warm wet pussy was only fought with your sweet lust sprinkled moans. He was serioulsy tearing up and destroying your cunt like it was all his to live in, he made his mark and now he wanted to stay there.

‘’Cum inside of me. Show me you want me.’’

You breathed so sensually and Stephen had to do a double take, his patience was wearing thin and he needed to fill you to the brim. You felt the bulge of him nudge you so deep, he placed his large palm on it when he was appearing and disappearing out of you.

‘’You feel that? That's how deep I am inside of you.’’ He grinned and kissed you sweetly this time, you were sure you were blushing like an idiot. ‘’Dear God, you're so perfect it drives me insane. It's like you were made for me.’’

A moan erupted out of you, your high just visible and you were a few more footsteps to the top, that final rut into you made you see specks of euphoria in your eyesight, the look of primal desire on stephen's face made you finish that much harder, you bit your lip to stifle the louder screams about to raw your already sore throat. You were sure Stephen's dick was made of magic, you wanted him inside you forever and knowing how fucking hard he was, he did too.

Stephen let the waves crash to the shore, he let the ecstacy wash over him and he had never came like that in his entire life. Filling up your sloppy pussy to the brim and he got what he wanted, you were leaking all down your legs, eyes wide and panting with the air that barely satiated your lungs. He was giddy. Glee was all he could feel. He just loved you so much. sex was alwavs such a dream with you and this was the most memorable moment of it yet. He stilled inside you for a while before he sadly had to let you go, it pained him because you always gripped onto him so tight.

‘’Stephen…?’’

‘’Mhm?’’ He mumbled out when he flipped you over and undid the harsh knots of the belt, you sighed in relief at the freeing sensation. He threw his belt across the room.

‘’Why are you always right, goddamnit. I-I'm leaking. It's gonna take forever to clean up.’’ You blurted out, mildly annoyed at the mess he made of you.

‘’You're so messy for me, I can’t control that.’’

#dr stephen strange #dr strange angst #dr strange fluff #dr strange x fem!reader #dr strange x y/n #stephen strange smut #dr strange smut #stephen strange

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ur-urmom · 1 year

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I just read your first work for Carlisle and I absolutely loved it!!! 😭❤️👌🏽 Maybe... could you write a second part? It's okay if you don't though!! I can't wait to read more of your works and I feel honoured to have found your blog! ❤️❤️❤️

ahhhh you’re so sweet thank you!! I am so glad to hear you liked it! I’m more than happy to write a second part, the first part is my most liked fic so it’s only right :D

I also did not know that Carlisle’s physical age is 23, but for the sake of this story we’ll say his physical age is like 30 or something 😭

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Okay, That Hurt - Pt. 2 - Carlisle x Reader

(Part 1)

Genre - cute fluff stuff, possibly implied spice (not smut)

Warnings - cussing, age gap, implied spicy time

Summary - after the little accident with the demonic stairs, it’s about time Y/N get their cast off. However, that means the same certain doctor will be there to help with that, and he’s determined to see Y/N again, but this time somewhere outside of the hospital without a broken bone or any other injury.

Today is the day, people! Today is the day!

Not only do I finally get my cast off on this fine afternoon, but I get to see Dr. Carlisle Cullen once more. Oh, how my heart has been swooning over him since I left the hospital that first time! Sure it was only about a month and a half ago, but damn have I been utterly tempted to just ‘accidentally’ fracture my ankle, or maybe slip on those same demonic stairs again… definitely not on purpose though.

I feel like a high school student again, one that has a stupid, innocent crush on their teacher that they know nothing will ever come out of it. But, still, it’s fun to remember how a little infatuation feels.

It’s been too long since I’ve had someone — well, someone who’s actually real and not fictional — make me all giddy and giggly and shit. I think about him and start twirling my hair, kicking my feet, and biting my lip with a turn of excitement in the pit of my belly.

Do I know that nothing is gonna happen? Yes. Yes I do.

Am I still gonna pretend like that man is gonna be my future husband? Yes. Yes I am.

I was putting on my shoes when I took a quick look at the time. It was one o’clock. I still had another hour before I needed to be at the hospital. I wanted to try and pass the time so I wouldn’t be on the verge of throwing up from how nervous I was from seeing Dr. Cullen again. It’s all fun and games until you actually have to be next to the object of your affection in person.

“Let’s go bother Bella.” I whispered to myself while I got up from my seat and began putting on my coat by the entrance. Turning the knob, I walked out and closed the door behind me. I glanced at the cars in her driveway. Her truck was there, but another car that I didn’t recognize was too. “Edward.” I finally decided that’s who it was. It couldn’t be Charlie, he was at work.

I did end up meeting Edward a while ago, he’s a good guy, maybe a tad bit eccentric, but Bella really likes him so I guess I do as well.

I really like his dad, that’s for sure.

Making my way to the steps, I came to an abrupt stop as I remembered my previous accident with them. Inspecting the stairs for any unseen slippery ice, I had come to the conclusion that it should be safe.

“Yeah… fuck you.” I flipped off the step in particular that had tried to kill me. My feet made contact with the ground, and I let out a small breath of relief that I didn’t even know I was holding. Crossing my yard into Bella’s, I went to her front door and knocked with my good arm a couple of times. I waited a few with no answer, so I decided to repeat my actions. On my third knock, the door opened and Bella stood in front of me. I gave her a smile and a wave, and my eyes glanced past her to Edward. I saw that his hair was kind of a mess, and when I looked back at Bella, I noticed her shirt’s top buttons were undone.

My eyebrows raised a little, and my mouth formed an O shape before I started giggling like a little kid.

“I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?” My smile only grew bigger.

Bella’s eyes looked everywhere but me, her hand running through her hair and she kept it on the back of her head as she stuttered out, “N-no, no not at all. Come in.” She bit her lip as she stepped to the side for me to walk through.

I did, looking at Edward and the tiny grin on his features.

“You might have interrupted a little something.” He spoke, his gaze not leaving his flustered girlfriend, to which she gave him a very noticeable glare, almost as if telling him to shut up with her eyes.

“Aw darn it, my bad guys!” I apologized again. “I just wanted to pop in and say hello before I went to my appointment to get this son of a bitch off.” Pointing to my cast, I kept talking. “But I promise I’ll leave soon so you two can get back to your foreplay.”

My words only made Bella even more shy, but I did get a chuckle from Edward before he spoke up.

“Oh yeah, my dad can’t wait to see how it’s healed.”

All jokes about the happy couple immediately left my mind as images of Carlisle replaced them. I felt my face heat up at the thought of him somehow looking forward to our — professional — meeting today.

“Ah… what, he’s asked about me?” I tried to play off my butterflies.

“Every time Bella comes over.”

I looked at her, and she was nodding her head in agreement with her hands in her pant’s front pockets.

“…Which is all the time.” Edward finished.

I lightly coughed, trailing my finger along a dusted item to do anything with my hands except fiddle with them.

“Hm, good to know he cares about his patients.” I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from grinning ear to ear. “Makes me feel more comfortable in his care.”

“I don’t think it’s just that.” The pale boy voiced.

“Yeah, like… you’re the only patient he’s asked about so frequently like this… or ever.” Bella awkwardly stated.

I blinked.

“C’mon guys, it’s only because you two know me. He’s only being courteous, yeah?”

“No, I don’t think so.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I mean, do you know how many times Mike has hurt himself? We know him and Carlisle never asks about his injuries.”

“…Maybe he’s not very fond of Mike?” I was more so asking myself that in order to keep my composure. Sure, the idea of Carlisle actually being interested in me is absolutely exhilarating… however it’s quite terrifying in reality.

An older man who is the town’s favorite doctor and has kids that are very close to the age of my own? Given they’re adopted, but still.

How would society — the community — react to that?

Innocent flirting is always fun, but when there’s actual intentions behind it? I might need to rethink my feelings.

When neither of them answered, I took that as my sign to go ahead and get to the hospital and have this over with as quickly as I can.

“Alright, well, I’ve gotta get going, but I’ll let you guys know how it goes and what the verdict is.” I smiled. I gave Bella a small hug and waved bye to Edward before I saw myself out.

The chilly air hit my face like a brick, and I took a deep breath as I rubbed my hands together in an attempt to get them warm. I had grabbed my keys before I went next door, so I just walked to my car and got in. Starting it, I kept thinking about what they said about Carlisle. Needless to say, I’m about a hundred times more anxious than I was before, but I’m just gonna blame the coffee I had earlier for the upset stomach I was beginning to get.

My mind was racing as I drove to the hospital. I’m not gonna lie, I was driving like five miles below the speed limit. I was gonna be a little early anyway, so it’s okay. The fact that I was so excited to see his angelic face again when I thought there was no chance he would like me, but now that I know there might be a possible chance that he does I am dreading this interaction.

I can’t get too hopeful. Maybe he really is just a caring doctor who just so happens to be asking about me a lot more than his other patients. Yeah, that’s it.

When I pulled into the parking lot, I must have sat there for a good three minutes before finally getting out.

“Okie dokie. Let’s get this thing off… that’s what I’m here for… nothing else.”

I stepped inside and made my way to the front desk to a woman sitting behind the counter.

“Uh, hi! I have an appointment with Dr. Cullen for removing my cast.”

“Name please.” The woman didn’t even look at me.

“…Y/N L/N.”

“Have a seat and someone will call you to the back when it’s time.” Not even a glance my way.

“Um. Okay.”

I did as told and sat in one of the chairs, ignoring the fact that the lady could’ve been a little nicer or something, she could’ve at least made eye contact with me… but no need to dwell on that. If people wanna be negative there’s nothing I can do about it.

I heard the doors to the back open, and when I looked up I saw a nurse come out.

“L/N?”

Shit shit shit shit.

“Yup!” I got up.

“How are you today?” She asked, a smile on her face. Much different from the woman at the front.

“I’m good! I’ll be a lot better once this thing is off.”

“Oh, I bet! You’ll be walking out of here with a brand new arm!” She laughed. I followed her to the back and she had me sit down on the edge of one of the beds. “Alright, well Dr. Cullen will be with you in a moment.” And with that she was on her way.

All I could do is wait in anticipation now.

It’ll be a quick process, there’s nothing to worry about. Hell, maybe I’ll even throw in another wink when I leave like the last time.

Honestly? Maybe I’ll shoot my shot! There’s nothing to lose, and the age gap isn’t even that big…

I don’t think, anyway.

The curtain to my section was pulled shut, so when the light sound of footsteps could be heard getting closer to me I couldn’t help but adjust how I was sitting. I straightened my posture and fixed my hair even though it didn’t need fixing. I was expecting the curtain to open and Carlisle in all of his glory to step in with his pearly whites showing and that glint in his eyes, but when the footsteps got close enough to enter, they turned a corner and faded out.

I slouched back down in disappointment and relief. That was until the curtains suddenly got pulled back at the speed of fucking light. I jumped up, startled and a small gasp escaping my lips.

And of fucking course it was the one and only Carlisle Cullen.

“Fucking hell, fuck me— god damn you scared me!” I muttered the first part, my heart pounding and my blood rushing. He let out a hearty laugh, closing the hanging fabric again.

“Sure, if you’d like.” The words absentmindedly left his mouth. I was confused at first, until I had realized what he was replying to. The blood that was rushing from a sudden fright was now rushing due to his flustering response. He turned around to face me now, and he was just as gorgeous if not more than the last time I saw him. “How have you been?”

"Oh... um, I've been okay! Getting by as well as I can with this stupid thing." I said, lifting up the wrist I idiotically broke. "Hopefully the doc has some good news for me though."

"The doc is about to have a look..." Carlisle's features changed from amusement to concentration as his gaze traveled across my face, making his way down to what I thought would be my cast, but his attention passed my injury and kept lowering... and lowering... until he finally started to go upwards again.

Is it just me or is it getting hot in here? I felt the heat rise to my chest, neck, ears, literally everywhere as his eyes scaled my entire being. It felt like he was checking me out, not looking me over. Either way, it's getting a little hard to breathe.

"You look great... healthy."

Yeah, obviously. I only had a small concussion, a few scrapes on my arm, and this dumb ass fragile bone that snapped.

He has to be doing this on purpose.

"Thank y—...ou." My breathing completed haltered, my words coming to a stop followed by an embarrassing linger when his hand gently grasped my jaw, his thumb on my chin as he tilted my head side to side.

His touch was still as cold as I remembered, a strange yet comforting feeling.

Just as I thought he was done, his free hand found my forehead, his fingers brushing away the hair that rested there and his face getting closer to mine... to get a better look I'd assume.

I could feel his breath on my cheek, and I was wondering if he could hear how fast my heart was beating. When he finally backed away, a tiny cough that I couldn't hold escaped. God, I hope he doesn't ask why my face is so red, because the way I was feeling right now It couldn't be anything but.

His gaze held my own for a few seconds before he spoke.

"Well, it looks like your concussion is gone."

…Yeah, I figured.

"Now, let's get this ugly bastard off shall we?" Carlisle pulled up the rolling seat right in front of me and a cart with everything he needed was sat beside us in his reach. Without warning, he took ahold of my covered arm and adjusted it to his liking, propping it on the empty space on the top of the cart. He grabbed the saw tool that looked like it was meant to be a torture weapon in a horror movie and held it up. Looking at me with a sweet smile, he said, "Don't worry, the worst you'll feel is a tickle."

I nodded to tell him I understood, and he turned it on. He started cutting, and he was definitely right. I couldn't help the small giggles leaving my lips as the vibrations from the cast saw tickled my entire arm. Dr. Cullen grinned at my laughs, still concentrating on removing the plaster. Once he was done, he slowly removed it. I saw the inside and immediately cringed.

"That is so gross..." I muttered.

"I've seen worse." Carlisle stated. "Trust me... you've done pretty good taking care of it!" His cold touch gently held my wrist up and he started moving it. It felt weird, I knew it was just because I hadn't moved it in a while, but at least there was no pain. "There we go, back to normal!"

I slowly took over, and after inspecting it I had come to the conclusion that everything was fine.

"Yeah... I guess you're right." I jokingly tried to question his experience.

"You guess? I have a degree."

"Oh do you?"

It was silent for a few seconds, our eyes never breaking contact before the two of us broke out into a fit of laughs and chuckles. Our excitement died down, and I jumped up now that it was over with.

"Thank you, Carlisle! I'll try not to break any more bones for you." I grinned at him. He mimicked my features. Sadly, I was about to wish him a farewell, that is until he spoke before I got the chance to.

"There's something else you could do for me too, if you don't mind."

My brows raised just the slightest bit in curiosity.

"What's that?" I asked, expecting him to tell me to wrap myself in bubble wrap, or tell Bella he says hi, but both of those guesses were farther than far off.

"Go out with me?... Tonight?"

Oh, wow.

"I get off in a few hours, I'll pick you up. 6:30?" He continued, a hopeful glint in those beautiful fucking eyes of his.

"Um..." I started. My mind was jolting forward to things people might say, how they would view this, what would actually come out of this. So many things that I didn't need to worry about kept jumbling around in my head. But that's what they were, things I didn't need to worry about. "Yeah. Yeah!" My hesitancy dissipating as I realized the opportunity I had here. "Let me give you my address." I was beaming.

Carlisle's face lit up even more than mine. "No need! I know where Bella lives, so I know where you live."

Oh yeah, forgot about that.

I bit my lip in a silly attempt to stop smiling any wider than I already was before he had to stitch my mouth back to normal.

"Perfect!... I'll see you at 6:30, doc." I giddily waved goodbye as I exited the curtained room. I didn't give him a chance to say anything else, mainly because if I stayed there any longer I thought I would drop dead from excitement, anxiety, and how hot he was. At least there would have been a doctor in the room.

I guess Bella and Edward were right to think he might have liked me as more than a patient, but now I have to figure out what the heck I’m gonna wear tonight.

When I left the hospital and got inside of my car, I let out an ecstatic scream. As soon as I get home I have to tell Bella, and I was hoping Edward would be gone by now. I think it would be a little awkward having me excitedly ramble on about how Carlisle and I are going on a date when his son would be in the same room listening to how his dad asked me out.

Adoptive dad, but like I said, still.

Leaving the parking lot, I practically floored it back to the house. As I was pulling into my drive, I noticed both of the cars that were in front of Bella’s place were gone.

“They both left? In separate cars?” I was confused as hell, but who am I to question these things. Edward was a strange man… and so was his family, but I’m literally going on a date with his father so I can’t say anything. Maybe I can pinpoint just what makes them so… well, unique, tonight.

Before I got out of the vehicle, I looked at the time. A little after three. Okay, I have a bit over three hours to get ready, that’s plenty of time. Though, I do need to be ready earlier just in case, so maybe I have about two hours and a half.

I rushed inside of the house, slamming the door shut behind me and speed walking my way to the bathroom while simultaneously taking off pieces of my clothing so I could take a shower now that my cast was off. I tossed them on the floor as I went along, I'll pick them up later.

What if he wants to come inside afterwards... or before? I also have to clean and make sure everything looks nice in here too, because that is a possibility.

Oh god... what if...

What if he wants to come inside, if you catch my drift.

Whatever, we'll cross that bridge when we get there.

If we get there.

Once again, my mind was going over a billion scenarios that could happen tonight. I definitely wasn't doing any favors by easing my anxiety.

Before I knew it, time flew by and the last thing I needed to do was pick an outfit. I had straightened up my place enough to where it would look good but not like I was doing too much. My hair was nice, and I touched up any blemishes that might could be seen. Now, the wow factor. The clothes.

I needed to figure out whether I was going for more casual, fancy, comfy, or something else. I could do a mixture? I'm not sure what to expect from this, where we're going and all of that.

That's why I settled for something casual, but a nice casual, so it would be alright for any occasion that wasn't the red carpet or an award winning program.

By the time I got done, it was seventeen minutes before 6:30. To say I was nervous was an understatement, but I was excited too. I was practically walking around in circles pacing all over the place waiting for a knock on the door or the bell to ring. I didn't wanna sit down because I would could wrinkle my outfit, and the moment I sat down would probably be the moment he arrived. I walked to the kitchen and fixed myself a glass of ice water to help ease my nerves. The chill ran down my throat to my spine, and I let out deep breathe through my nose. I stared at the rim of the glass and the ice floating around in the water before taking another sip.

When I did that, the sound of a few thumps from the door came and I jumped. The water I was swallowing in the process shifted the wrong way, and I was met with a fit of coughs from the sudden startle. I was trying to hold them in, and I took another quick sip to chase it.

I'm just glad Carlisle didn't have some kind super hearing to understand what just happened to me from across the threshold, how embarrassing would that be if he heard?

I jogged to the door and stood there for a few seconds to regain any composure I had lost. With a little pat on the back, I opened it.

Carlisle stood on the other side with a smile on his face and one hand behind his back. I hadn't seen him in anything but his scrubs and coat before, so when I saw him dressed in a button down and slacks I couldn't help but stare.

"You look good too." He spoke, breaking me from my trance.

"Oh, gosh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-"

"No need to apologize! Why wouldn't I want to get ogled by someone as beautiful as you?" He pulled his hand out from behind his back to reveal a spectacular bouquet of flowers. "They reminded me of you." He handed them to me with my mouth dropped in surprise.

Talk about old fashioned romance. I'm drooling for this man.

I sniffed them, and of course they smelled absolutely delightful.

"Thank you, Carlisle! They're gorgeous!" I beamed, trying to identify what kind each flower was since it was an assorted bouquet. He pointed to one that was drooping, the only one that was drooping for a matter of fact.

"I got this one specifically, because it had the stooping flower. I thought it could represent your broken wrist."

That drew out a hearty chortle from me.

"I love them, thank you!" I went back inside and left the door open to put these in a vase before we left. "You're welcome to come inside if you'd like, but I'll just be a jiffy!"

He decided to wait right there as I continued to situate the flowers. When I was done, I put them on the kitchen table and hurried back to him. I stepped outside and closed the door behind me, locking it.

"So what do you have planned, doc?" We walked to his car parked on he side of the road in front of the driveway.

"Come on now, what fun is it if I tell you?" He picked up his pace to open the passenger side door for me. I giggled, thanking him in the process.

"Such a gentleman." I said, getting in the seat. I looked at him as I grabbed the seatbelt. He had one hand on the top of the door and the other holding himself up on the side of the car. Then, he winked at me as he pushed it shut. I watched as he walked around the car to the drivers side and got in. "And I thought chivalry was dead."

"...In a way." He muttered, but I couldn't tell what he said.

"Huh?"

"Nothing." He smiled at me as he started the ignition and drove. I didn't think anything of it.

"I'm really excited for tonight, ya know." I spoke. "If I'm being honest, I've had a small crush on you since you put my cast on."

"I know." Carlisle glanced at me and grinned.

"Wait, what? How?"

"Just had a feeling." He replied. "And I'm glad I was right, because I've had a big crush on you ever since I put your cast on."

I knew we were going on a date right now, and he's the one who asked me out, but hearing him say that he's liked me the same time I've liked him is just mind boggling to me. We talked for a bit more before we made it into downtown, and he parked.

"Okay, it's a downtown date?" I looked around from the window. There were tea lights in the trees which lit up the night sky, it was a really pretty sight, one of the reasons I loved going downtown at this time.

"I hope that's okay, I'd love to spoil you tonight. Every night, if you'd let me."

Swoon.

Carlisle didn't give me a chance to answer, he exited the car and went to my side to let me out. He held out his hand once he opened the door, and I took it immediately.

"If this is how you treat your potential lovers, I don't think I'll ever want to leave your side." I joked. He gently pulled to help me stand, and when I stood up from getting out, the proximity of our bodies were a lot closer than I had anticipated.

"That's the plan." He whispered, but we were so close I heard it loud and clear. Our eyes met, and I looked for anything that indicated any sort of distrust in his gaze, but all I saw was longing and affection. I felt myself starting to get flustered, so I broke contact and stepped back, thankful that the air was chilly enough to cool down any heat I started to feel from him.

"Where should we go first?" I changed the subject, looking at all of the different shops in both directions. Stepping on the sidewalk, Carlisle followed me.

"Wherever you want to go." He suggested.

"Well I don't want to go into a store that you'd rather not go in." I started, but in response he started to laugh.

"Thank you, but if you're happy, I'm happy. Wherever you'd like to go, I'd like to go."

"...You're too sweet." I looked at him. Without asking, I took his arm in mine and held it with my hands while I guided him down the walkway. "What about the bookstore first?"

"That sounds lovely."

We entered the shop, and the atmosphere was cozy and warm. There were chairs at the front to sit and read, the lights glowed an amber hue, and the smell was a nice mixture of oakwood and new and old books alike. The man at the counter greeted us, to which we waved and smiled back. I walked to my favorite section with Carlisle beside me and started browsing.

"What's your favorite genre?" I asked, stopping my search to turn my attention to him.

"I'm fond of historical nonfiction."

"Oh, really? I would have assumed medical books are your forte... like stuff on anatomy. Or maybe romance."

"Why would I read about anatomy when I could study yours?"

I was not expecting those words to leave his mouth. My brows raised in shock and I quickly turned my face back to the stories I was looking at so he wouldn't see the intense blush starting to show. I wasn't quite sure what to say, until one book caught my eye and I pulled it off the shelf.

"Ooo! What's this?" I read the title. "Eternity's Love... interesting." I was skimming over the back to see what it was about. "Listen to this! It's a paranormal romance about a vampire and a human... I do love me some vampires."

“Oh? Why?”

“Hm, they’re mysterious and hot.”

“They drink blood.”

“…To each their own.”

I put the book back and made my way down the isle, not seeing the tiny smirk on Carlisle’s face. We ended up staying in the store for another fifteen minutes, and after he made me pick out something to get when I was reluctant to have him pay — which he still did — we went to our next spot, the antique store.

There were a lot of little trinkets I was excited to look at, and if I weren’t mistaken, it seemed like Carlisle was more excited to look at me rather than the objects displayed in front of us. I picked up a few things throughout the store, inspecting them and placing them back in their rightful spots. I would practically point to almost anything I found and say, “Carlisle, look!” to which he would continue to explain what it was, which time period it was from, and what it was used for, almost as if he’s lived through them before and used those very items.

“This is beautiful.” I gasped, gently grabbing an old music box with the handle on the side to wind. I turned it, and although it was a bit scratchy due to its age, the music began to play and it was gorgeous. I didn’t know what the melody was, but it was soft and romantic. “I wonder what the story behind this one is.”

Carlisle looked at me while I went on.

“Maybe a courageous sailor gave it to his weeping lover right before he went to sea. Or maybe it was a gift to a little child from their parents, or an heirloom of some sorts. So many different possibilities, and somehow it ended up here, in my hands right now.”

“Regardless the story, now it’s your turn to make your own with it.” He spoke, taking it from my hands and walking to the register.

“…I could’ve payed.” I said to myself underneath my breath, he was already ringing it up and wrapping it before I went over there. “Let me buy you something.” I told him as we grabbed the bag and exited the shop. The chill from the air hit my face, and I subconsciously — well, maybe consciously — moved closer to him.

“You being with me tonight is enough already.” He smiled, taking my hand in his. His touch was still ice cold, but I blamed it on the weather outside. I felt bad that he was spending his money on me, but when I saw the sign for the coffee shop I lit up.

“I’ll buy us coffee! Or whatever you prefer! It’ll warm us up.” Beaming, I pulled him inside before he could resist. We were instantly met with the wonderful aromas of coffee, tea, spices, and everything else so great about a coffee shop.

There was another couple ordering in front of us, so we stood off to the side to look at the chalkboard of flavors hanging on the wall.

“Thank you, Y/N, but I don’t drink coffee… or tea.”

“I can buy you hot chocolate?”

“I’m okay, really, thank you for the offer.”

“…What do you drink then?”

He stared off to the side to think before bursting out into a mischievous grin, saying, “Blood red wine.”

I giggled with a roll of my eyes.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything?” I asked again, stepping to order now that the other couple had just left. He nodded his head, and with a disappointed sigh I told the boy at the register what I’d like. I decided to get a honey lavender chai tea latte. He rang it up and told me my total, but when I was getting out my card, Carlisle had already handed him his.

“Carlisle!” I protested.

“It’s only right that I pay for yours since I’m not getting anything.”

I furrowed my brows in genuine annoyance, which he definitely saw.

“Hey! I’ll let you buy me something on our next date.” He took his card back.

“So you wanna go on another date?” I perked up, and we waited for my drink to be made.

“Of course I do.”

His words caused me to break out into a shy smile, and I bit my lip in an attempt to keep it from growing bigger.

Once I was handed my latte, we left the store and walked to a bench close to the car. I sat down next to Carlisle and started sipping, the hot liquid traveling down my throat and immediately warming me up. I was staring off at the other side of the street at the lights in the trees, but from the corner of my eye I saw Carlisle staring at me.

“It’s really pretty, isn’t it?” I turned my head to him. The side of his face glowed a golden hue from the lights, and his eyes twinkled while his gaze met mine. He truly looked angelic.

“Yeah, it is.” He replied.

I had a feeling he was talking about something else.

We stayed there for a bit until the wind picked up and my cup was empty. I threw it away and we got in the car to leave, but of course he opened the door for me again. We talked about a lot of things on the drive back, and when he pulled into my driveway I couldn’t help but think about how I really didn’t want this night to end.

“Gosh, I don’t even wanna get out of the car.” I let out a chuckle.

“You know you don’t have to.” He stated. I looked at the time, and saw that it was 8:30. I had work in the morning, and so did he.

I sighed, taking a few seconds to think before I finally unbuckled and quickly opened the door to leave with my bags with the stuff he got for me. Carlisle followed, upset that I opened my own door.

“I was supposed to do that!”

I laughed, getting my keys out and stopping in front of my door with Carlisle beside me. I turned to him, a small smile on my features.

“I had a really nice time tonight.” I said to him.

“Yeah, me too.” He replied. “I’m thinking we do this again… say, in about—…” He glanced at his watch. “Ten minutes?”

“Oh yeah, okay.” I giggled at his joke. He was looking at me with something in his eyes that I couldn’t quite catch, but it was enough to send butterflies to my stomach. “Well, I—…” My voice trailed off when I saw him lean in and felt his lips on my forehead, my face now adorned with a blush. When I thought that was it, he moved down to the tip of my nose and placed a light kiss on top of it. The lower he got, the faster my heart was beating. His lips were finally in front of my own, and his eyes were on mine. We were so close, he was hovering in front of me, waiting, almost as if searching for consent. I gave a slight nod, and felt his lips gently press against mine.

My eyes closed, and hopefully his did too. I leaned into the kiss, and was happy when he did the same. Both of his hands cupped my face, and I felt my stomach twist with excitement. It was sweet, romantic, but unfortunately it was short. He pulled away and rested his forehead on mine.

“Ya know, you’re welcome to come in. I can make us some popcorn and we can watch a movie.” I whispered, my eyes fluttering open again. To my dismay, he moved completely now and stepped back.

“I would love to, but I think you need to rest.”

As if he willed it, a yawn was conjured and my mouth stretched open to let it out.

“…Maybe you’re right.” I frowned. He took my keys from my hand and unlocked the door for me before opening it. I walked past him inside, and then turned to him again. “Let me know when you get home?”

“Of course.” He gave me another kiss on the forehead, then started walking back to his car. When he was to the driver’s side, he stopped and looked at me. “Get some sleep. Doctor’s orders!”

I grinned, nodding my head with a wave of my hand as I shut the door and locked it. I turned around and pressed my back against the wood, and I heard his car turn on and him leaving. I couldn’t believe the events that had just unfolded, I was smiling like a freak, all giddy. I was still against the door when I suddenly heard the house phone ringing. I hurried to pick it up and answered it, but before I could even say hello, Bella’s voice spoke from the other line.

“Am I mistaken, or… did I just see Carlisle leaving your house?”

“Bella, hey!”

I was beaming as I replayed the events that happened in the last couple of hours in my mind. It looks like I had a long story to tell before I could follow the doctor’s orders tonight.

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I hope it’s alright that I tag the people who asked for a pt. 2 in the comments of the first part!

not proofread, sorry if there are any typos!

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The Princess & the Football Player | Chapter 3

Author's note: Yes, the Charles on this chapter is Leclerc 😅 But think of him as his version from an alternative universe where he isn’t a F1 driver, just very posh 😁

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"Look at you. You look gorgeous, darling."

"Thank you, mum.”

"And you are wearing red, Charles favourite colour."

"Oh, please, don't start" I complain.

"Don't start what?"

"Trying to convince me to date him again. It isn't happening."

"Why not?"

"Have you forgotten that he cheated on me? Several times? That he was constantly partying and doing God knows what?"

"He doesn't do that anymore, his mother told me. He has reformed and wants to settle down, focus on his job and start a family."

"Good for him. But it won't be happening with me."

"What won't be happening with you?" my dad asks.

"Nothing. Should we go? We can't be late" I say, starting to walk towards the door.

"Do I want to ask?" I hear him whisper.

"It's nothing, just her stubbornness" my mum replies.

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"Eleanor!"

"Roberta" I say, hugging her. "Look at you, this dress is amazing!"

"It is, isn't it?" she replies, doing a twirl.

"Valentino?"

"Yep. Gotta support my country's fashion. And speaking of my country... The duke is here."

"Damiano?"

"The very same."

Duke Damiano, or the guy I had a very steamy summer fling last year, one that made it to all the newspapers and gossip sites.

"Are you going to talk to him?" Roberta asks.

"I shouldn't, my parents would kill me. The only man I'm allowed to talk to tonight is Charles" I say, rolling my eyes.

"I've heard he wants to settle down and find a wife."

"Yeah, that's what my parents also said. But he can keep looking, because I'm not her."

"You aren't who?" someone with an Italian accent says behind me.

"Charles' future wife" I reply. "It's good to see you again, Damiano."

"You too, princess" he says, kissing my hand. "Why are your parents still wanting you to marry that... boy?"

"Who knows" I shrug. "I didn't know you were coming today."

"It was a last minute thing. My mother insisted that I should come because the Spanish princess is also here."

"Parents" I chuckle.

"Indeed."

"Why don't we get ourselves something to drink, uh? It will help us deal with all this" Roberta says, looking around.

I haven't had time to take a second sip of my drink, when I see him coming towards us. Charles.

We've known each other since we were kids, my family always spending the summer at his family's huge house in Monaco. And since I can remember, they've told us we are destined to be together. I guess that's one of the reasons why we started dating a few years ago, because everyone kept saying it was meant to be. That, and because like Sophie said, he's stupidly handsome. I think I have never seen a more perfect face.

"Evening, ladies. Duke" he says.

"Evening, Charles" Damiano replies. "I better go find that Spanish princess. It was a pleasure seeing you again, Eleanor" he says, kissing my hand again while giving me his most mischievous smile.

"Was that really necessary?" Charles scoffs.

"I don't know what you are talking about" I say, taking another sip of my drink. But I know pretty well that Damiano did that to piss him off. They never got along, and what happened last summer didn't help.

"Anyway, would you like to dance?"

"Nope."

"Ok... Then’t let’s talk."

"We are already talking.”

"Woke up with the wrong foot today?" he chuckles.

"I don't know. Maybe" I shrug.

"What about you, Roberta? You look very pretty today."

"Thank you" she says, using the same bored tone I used.

"Fine, message received. You don't want to talk to me" Charles sighs. But as he is about to leave, my dad shows up.

"Charles, hello" he says, giving him a pat on the back. One that almost sends him flying across the room.

"Your majesty."

"How are you? How are the businesses going?"

"Good, good."

"That's great. Has Ellie told you about Canada?"

"Canada?" Charles asks.

"She's going there to support our boys at the World Cup."

"Oh, football. I'm not the biggest fan" he chuckles.

"France is one of the favourites" I say.

"I am not French" he replies. People have always mistakenly called him French despite being from Monaco, and it bothers him so much.

"Once you are there, do you think you could give Marcus Rashford my number?" Roberta says.

"What?" I chuckle. "Aren't you coming too?"

"I am. But they may not allow me to meet the players, and he seems so nice and lovely with everything he does to help people... And I also find him very hot."

"Fit. He's fit, right?"

"Dad, what did we say about that word?"

"Oh, yes, sorry” he laughs. “The one Eleanor finds handsome and attractive is Declan Rice, tho."

"I what?" I say, almost choking with my own words.

"You thought I didn't notice the way you were looking at him, uh?" he laughs again. "Eleanor, I'm your father."

"Who is this person with food as his surname?" Charles asks.

"No one" I say, my cheeks definitely the same colour as my dress.

"Oh, there is Alfred. Gonna go say hello. Bye" my dad says, acting as if nothing had just happened.

"Do you fancy that guy?"

"I don't fancy anyone, Charles. My dad was just being stupid. As usual."

"Yeah, sure" he says, giving me a suspicious look. "Anyway, since I'm not very welcomed here, I'm gonna see if I can find some of my actual friends. Ladies" he says with a little bow before disappearing among the crowd.

"Who is this Declan and why haven't you told me about him?" Roberta asks me.

"He's... He's one of the national team players I met the other day. One who is super handsome, and nice, and like my dad would say, fit. Very fit. And I... I have a huge crush on him."

"But is it a crush like when you fancy a famous person, or is it like a crush crush?"

"It is a crush crush. We flirted a bit, and I felt butterflies on my stomach every time he smiled at me. And we touched once, just barely, but... Dear God, Roberta. I can't remember the last time I felt something like that. Or if I've ever felt it, to be honest."

"Eleanor..."

"I know, I know. I'm fucked" I sigh. And in just a week, I'll be flying across the pond to support him and his teammates, definitely having to see him and spend time with him. What could go wrong?

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Dead In The Water

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*3rd Person POV*

A truck goes past a neon sign that says Hotel, which is behind a building that says The Lynnwood Inn. The Impala and the motorcycle parked in the front. Dean sits at table, alone, while circling the obituaries in a newspaper. One in particular was about an 18 year old woman named Sophie Carlton, who had drowned.

He was reading the article when an attractive waitress, Wendy, approaches him. "Can I get you anything else?" She asked Dean, a flirtatious smile on her face. Dean looks up at her and grins around the pen he's chewing on until (y/n) comes over and sits down next to Dean.

"Just the check, please." She said and the woman frowns as she sees (y/n). "Okay." Wendy mumbles, disappointed, and she walks away.

*(y/n)'s POV*

As the woman walks away, Dean drops his head then looks over at me. "(Y/N)!" He growls, obviously annoyed, but I smiled, innocently, at him. "What?" I asked him.

"You know, we are allowed to have fun once in a while." Dean said then he points at the waitress, who was wearing short shorts. "That's fun." He said and I smirked.

"Didn't I tell ya? Ruining other people's fun is my version of fun." I said and he glares at me.

"Weirdo." He grumbles and I let out a small chuckle.

"Jackass." I said to him as Sam comes back to us.

"Everything okay?" Sam asked us. "Everything's fine, Sam. Just busting Dean's balls." I said and Dean rolls his eyes then he hands us the newspaper.

"Here, take a look at this, I think I got one." He said and Sam and I look at the newspaper to see an obituary of a young 18 year old girl.

"Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin. Last week Sophie Carlton, eighteen, walks into the lake, doesn't walk out. Authorities dragged the water; nothing. Sophie Carlton is the third Lake Manitoc drowning this year. None of the other bodies were found either. They had a funeral two days ago." Dean explained and Sam and I look up at him.

"A funeral?" We said, confused.

"Yeah, it's weird, they buried an empty coffin. For, uh, closure or whatever." Dean said. "Closure? What closure? People don't just disappear, Dean. Other people just stop looking for them." Sam said to him and Dean stares at his younger brother.

"Something you want to say to me?" Dean asked Sam. "The trail for Dad. It's getting colder every day." Sam said, annoyed. "Exactly. So what are we supposed to do?" Dean asked him. "I don't know. Something. Anything." Sam replied, exasperated.

"You know what? I'm sick of this attitude. You don't think I wanna find Dad as much as you do?" Dean asked Sam.

"Yeah, I know you do, it's just—"

"I'm the one that's been with him every single day for the past two years, while you've been off to college going to pep rallies. We will find Dad, but until then, we're gonna kill everything bad between here and there. Okay?" Dean said, interrupting Sam. Sam rolls his eyes as I look between the boys.

Then that waitress walks by, distracting Dean. "All right, Lake Manitoc." Sam said as I smack Dean's shoulder.

"Hey!" I exclaimed and he turns back to me. "Huh?" He asked and I raise an eyebrow at him. "How far?" I asked him, referring to Lake Manitoc, and he looks at me for a moment.

****

Next thing I knew we were driving past a sign that reads Welcome to Lake Manitoc WI and started to head towards the house of Sophie Carlton. Dean knocks at the door and a young man opens it a second later.

"Will Carlton?" Dean asked the man. "Yeah, that's right." Will said as he looks at us, confused. "I'm Agent Ford. This is Agent Hamill and Agent Fischer. We're with the US Wildlife Service." Dean said as he holds up his ID. Will looks at it then nods at us.

"She was about a hundred yards out." Will explains to us as he leads us to the dock, where an old man was sitting on a bench on the dock. "That's where she got dragged down." Will said to us as he points at the lake.

"And you're sure she didn't just drown?" I asked him. "Yeah. She was a varsity swimmer. She practically grew up in that lake. She was as safe out there as in her own bathtub." Will explains. "So no splashing? No signs of distress?" Sam asked, curiously. "No, that's what I'm telling you." Will replied.

"Did you see any shadows in the water? Maybe some dark shape breach the surface?" I asked him. "No. Again, she was really far out there." Will replied.

"You ever see any strange tracks by the shoreline?" Dean asked Will. "No, never. Why? Why, what do you think's out there?" Will asked us, with worry.

"We'll let you know as soon as we do." Dean said and he starts to head back to the car.

"What about your father?" Sam asked, nodding towards the man on the bench. Dea stops and turns back to us. "Can we talk to him?" Sam asked. Will turns to look at his dad then turns back to us. "Look, if you don't mind, I mean...he didn't see anything and he's kind of been through a lot." Will explains and Sam and I nod.

"We understand." Sam said then we head back to the car and my bike.

****

Later, the boys and I were at the police station and was speaking to the sheriff, Jake Devins. "Now, I'm sorry, but why does the Wildlife Service care about an accidental drowning?" Jake asked us, suspiciously. "You sure it's accidental? Will Carlton saw something grab his sister." I said to him.

"Like what?" He asked as we walk into his office and he motions to chairs in front of his desk.

"Here, sit, please. There are no indigenous carnivores in that lake." He said Tony's as we sit down. "There's nothing even big enough to pull down a person, unless it was the Loch Ness Monster." Jake said. "Yeah. Right." Dean laughs while Sam and I glance at Dean.

"Will Carlton was traumatized, and sometimes the mind plays tricks. Still—" Jake said as he sits down in his chair behind his chair. "We dragged that entire lake. We even ran a sonar sweep, just to be sure, and there was nothing down there." Jake said.

"That's weird, though, I mean, that's the third missing body this year." Dean said. "I know. These are people from my town. These are people I care about." Jake said.

"I know." Dean mutters.

"Anyway...All this...it won't be a problem much longer." Jake sighed.

"What do you mean?" I asked him. "Well, the dam, of course." Jake said.

"Of course, the dam. It's, uh, it sprung a leak." Dean said, like it was obvious. "It's falling apart, and the feds won't give us the grant to repair it, so they've opened the spillway. In another six months, there won't be much of a lake. There won't be much of a town, either. But as Federal Wildlife, you already knew that." Jake said to us.

"Exactly." Dean said when we heard a tapping noise.

We turn around and see a young woman standing at the doorway. "Sorry, am I interrupting?" She asked as the boys and I stand up. "I can come back later." She said as she looks at us. "Gentlemen...lady, this is my daughter." Jake introduced as Dean walks up to her first, which for some reason annoyed me.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Dean." Dean greets as he shakes the woman's hand.

"Andrea Barr. Hi." She said.

"Hi." Dean said and Sam and I go and shake Andrea's hand. "They're from the Wildlife Service. About the lake." Jake said to her. "Oh." She said as a small boy walks around her.

"Oh, hey there. What's your name?" I asked the boy, sweetly, but the boy walks away without speaking, Andrea follows him. "His name is Lucas." Jake said as we see Andrea and Lucas in the main room. Andrea gives the boy some crayons out of a box.

"Is he okay?" Sam asked Jake. "My grandson's been through a lot. We all have." Jake said as he stands and goes to the office door. "Well, if there's anything else I can do for you, please let me know." He said and the four of us leave the office. "Thanks. You know, now that you mentioned it, could you point us in the direction of a reasonably priced motel?" Dean asked.

"Lakefront Motel. Go around the corner. It's about two blocks south." Andrea replies. "Two—would you mind showing us?" Dean asked her and she laughs. "You want me to walk you two blocks?" She asked him. "Not if it's any trouble." Dean said and Andrea rolls her eyes.

"I'm headed that way anyway." She said then she turns to Jake.

"I'll be back to pick up Lucas at three." She said to him then she turns to Lucas. "We'll go to the park, okay, sweetie?" She said to the boy before she kisses his head. I wave as we leave, Jake nods at us. "Thanks again." Sam said to him and we head out.

****

"So, cute kid." Dean said as Andrea leads us down the street to the motel. "Thanks." She said as we cross a street. "Kids are the best, huh?" Dean said and I roll my eyes at this while Andrea glances at him and ignores him. Finally, we stop in front of a building that says Lakefront Motel. "There it is. Like I said, two blocks." She said as she points at the motel. "Thanks." Sam and I said.

Then Andrea addresses Dean. "Must be hard, with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line." She said and I cover up my mouth to stifle a laugh as she leaves. "Enjoy your stay!" She calls out then it turn to the boys.

"I like her." I said and Dean rolls his eyes while Sam turns to his brother. "Kids are the best? You don't even like kids." Sam said to him. "I love kids." Dean said, slightly offended.

"Name three children that you even know." I said to him. Dean thinks this over but comes up empty. Sam waves a hand and walks into the motel while Dean scratches his head. "I'm thinking!" He said as I look over at him. "Careful, Winchester. I see smoke coming out of your ears." I teased and he glares at me while I follow Sam.

****

Sam and I were working on our laptop, while Dean was going through his clothing. "So there's the three drowning victims this year." I said as I pointed then out on the screen.

"Any before that?" Dean asked. "Uh, yeah." Sam and I said as we had a window browser opened to The Lake Manitoc Tribune. Sam clicks on the article that said: DROWNING TAINTS ICE FISHING FESTIVAL. Then I click on another article on my laptop that read: 12-YEAR-OLD GIRL DROWNS IN LAKE.

It was a second drowning in the span of 6 months at Lake Manitoc. "Six more spread out over the past thirty-five years. Those bodies were never recovered either. If there is something out there, it's picking up its pace." Sam said as Dean tosses an item of clothing onto a bed.

"So, what, we got a lake monster on a binge?" Dean asked.

"This whole lake monster theory, it, it just bugs me." Sam said and I nod in agreement. "Yeah, I agree. Something's not adding up." I said as Dean comes over to read over my shoulder.

"Why?" He asked. "Loch Ness, uh, Lake Champlain, there are literally hundreds of eyewitness accounts, but here, almost nothing." I said as Sam and I look through the Tribune homepage.

"Whatever it is out there, no one's living to talk about it." I said as I scroll to the comments section of an article.

Dean points at it. "Wait, Barr, Christopher Barr. Where have I heard that name before?" He asked and I read the page, Sam leans over to look. "Christopher Barr, the victim in May." I said and I click the link, opening a new page. LOCAL MAN IN TRAGIC ACCIDENT. The picture loads and it shows a police officer with Lucas, which made my jaw drop and my heart sink.

"Oh. Christopher Barr was Andrea's husband, Lucas's father. Apparently he took Lucas out swimming. Lucas was on a floating wooden platform when Chris drowned. Two hours before the kid got rescued." I said and I started to feel really bad for the young boy.

I click the picture for a better look, then Sam scratches his head. "Maybe we have an eyewitness after all." Sam said. "No wonder that kid was so freaked out." Dean muttered as I look down. "Yeah....Watching one of your parents die isn't something you just get over." I said, softly, as the memories of my dad laying in a hospital bed and watching him wither away flashes before my eyes.

I let out a heavy sigh as the boys stare at me. "You okay?" Sam asked me, concerned. I look up at him then nodded as I felt a hand on my shoulder, I look up and see that the hand belong to Dean. "I'm sorry about your dad, (y/n)." He said and I give a small smile towards him. "Thanks, Dean." I said as I patted his hand.

****

Kids were laughing and playing at the park as we walk in the park. We look over and see Andrea sitting on a bench as she watches Lucas, who is at another bench coloring and playing with toy soldiers. "Can we join you?" Sam asked her and she looks up at us. "I'm here with my son." She said and Dean and I look over at Lucas.

"Oh. Mind if I say hi?" Dean asked then heads over to Lucas.

"Tell your friend this whole Jerry Maguire thing is not gonna work on me." Andrea said to me and Sam as we sit next to her. "I don't think that's what this is about." Sam said and I give a slight nod to this as we see Dean approaching Lucas.

We sat there for a few minutes as we see Dean talking to Lucas and even started drawing with him but the kid never talked or looked up at Dean. Finally, Dean sets down his drawing and makes his way to us. "Lucas hasn't said a word, not even to me. Not since his dad's accident." Andrea said, after she let's out a sigh. "Yeah, we heard. Sorry." I said to her as Dean approaches us. She nods, appreciatevly, to me.

"What are the doctors saying?" Sam asked her. "That it's a kind of post-traumatic stress." Andrea replied and I give her a sympathetic look. "That can't be easy. For either of you." I said and she nods as she bites her lips.

"We moved in with my dad. He helps out a lot. It's just...when I think about what Lucas went through, what he saw..." she stops as she stops herself from crying.

"Kids are strong. You'd be surprised what they can deal with." Dean said to her. "You know, he used to have such life. He was hard to keep up with, to tell you the truth. Now he just sits there. Drawing those pictures, playing with those army men. I just wish—" She said when Lucas walks up to us, carrying a picture.

"Hey sweetie." Andrea greets him as Lucas hands Dean a picture. "Thanks. Thanks, Lucas." Dean said and I get up and look at the picture, which looked eerily like the Carlton's house.

#fandom #fanfic #fan fiction #reader insert #x reader #supernatural dean #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural #supernatural fanfic series #supernatural fandom #dean winchester x you #dean x y/n #dean x you #dean winchester #tv show fandom #tv shows

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time for liveblog of qtoo stream:

oh hi tilín o/

we’re all wondering what your doing here

“there will be more to come” tilín don’t be like this man

WHO TF IS KILLING THOSE PIGLINS DAMN

damn how evil was? is? q man.

oh okay we acknowledge the beeping, it’s definitely life support

ah a portal, but he doesn’t wanna go- he did- he looked at all his other options and went fine

he realized he’s really far out

RICHAS- pfft richas doesn’t have the fuckin skin on- BAHAAHAHA

there he is properly, q trying to get the admins to redo the scene pfft

tilin wants q to introduce them to richas

i like the detail that richas has their personal blue sign while tilin has the basic signs that they all used to have

PA QUACK AAAAAAAA CRIES

q asking why richas looks so bad and is happy one of them is treating him nicely

HIJA- FUCKING FINALLY

DAMN TILÍN- damn q is really trying to make them understand he loves them both and richas didn’t replace tilín to him, and richas still means a lot

why is richas here, someone free this stinky child.

HA RICHAS SAID IT! HE TOLD Q HES IN A HOSPITAL!

richas is doing the most-

WHY IS THERE A BOAT. (oh roier)

richas is like “nah dude its fine i get it” and tilín is like “nah fuck this guy”

should be clear i’m not 100% this is actually tilín but ya know gonna treat them as if they are until otherwise obvious

oop richas is burning the trees and tilin ain’t complaining

IS THIS A MAZE OF HIS SINS??

TALLULAH- HIJA YOU FUCK- why is he not saying whose tallulah’s parent is- BRO SHE AINT YOUR DAUGHTER- YOU TRIED TO KILL HER DAY ONE OF HER LIFE!!!

“a better father than you” well about that tilín- roier’s probably currently hitting his new kid or something

aww q’s excitement to see a picture of tilin and him together

WILBURRR- bruh not this bullshit of him maybe being tilín’s other father- BRUH YOU JUST WANTED IT TO BE WILBUR Q!!

oh etoiles!!

Q EITHER JUST SHAT ON WILBUR OR ETOILES- probably will- bro at least his kid is alive so ya know- he may be absent but hey at least she lives sooo

ayo is that a chest of tnt- AYO WHY DID TILIN JUST KILL Q DOR WHAT RICHAS SAID??

oh now they’re fighting- they want q to stay out of their fight- but richas is being weirdly mean towards tilin- hey wait what- WHAT?? HE LITERALLY WASNT LIKE THAT 5 MINUTES AGO???

that heart monitor should be going way faster truth be told

damn richas is so fuckin jealous for some reason

q is realizing how much he fucked up

oh richas statue is back.

IF I HEAR A CHEST OPEN ITS ALL FUCKED

ya know i did hear tilin was a big fan of fighting eggs

DAMN. “have you achieved something in life?”

IS RICHAS DEAD? ILL COMMIT ARSON.

IS RICHAS DEAD?? coma defo. OK SO NEITHER OF THEM DEAD. just tilin.

RICHAS CHILL FOR FIVE SECONDS WE’RE TRYING TO FIND OUT IF YOUR DEAD.

and we’re going full tnt. RICHAS IS NOT DEAD!! HES IN A COMA!! unfortunate, BUT HES NOT DEAD!!

awwww richas. richas said q made him really happy and asked if q was happy with life. q said no.

BOMBS AWAY TIME!! THERE GOES THE LABYRINTH OF MEMORIES! (bot yet) he just wants to keep the memory maze. to say goodbye.

he really wants to keep the memories- damn. “why do you think your life has value?” (tilin) FUCK. FUCK. “my life never had value, neither did my memories.” (q) AAAAAAAA “they meant a lot to me dad. but they were in the past.” (richas)

THERE IT ALL GOES!!

(oops looks like lore spoiled into the main game)

water. it’s always FUCKIN WATER.

oh he’s leaving tilin? telling them not to wait for him, not to come for him.

oh okay lore over? but he didn’t die? welp lore over.

#qsmp #qsmp liveblog #qsmp quackity #some mistranslations here and there #but in my defense spanish is my second language #and im live translating #sorry!#but should be main ideas of what it is

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Nny "This is a NICE house... I'm going to haunt the SHIT out of this house."

Dib "Oh, goddamnit; it's just you."

Nny "Hey, Nny! Nice to see you! We missed you, man! What have YOU been up to? How's Hell treating you? Guess no one here is going to bother to ask."

Dib "That came out wrong. It's good to see you. It's just-- I... I spent SO much energy and resources on this ghost hunting project and it fell apart the second I set up my equipment."

Nny "It's fine. Everyone is on edge, I've noticed."

Dib "My dad was right YET again. Buying this house was a bad investment. At least Todd and Pep seem happy here."

Nny "Except the marital drama. Is that an ongoing thing with them lately or-?"

Dib "They've been at it for over a week. There's no drowning it out, just to warn you."

Nny "Am I to understand, you scrapped the whole project and sold this house to Squee?"

Dib "Yeah, if you're the only ghost that's going to show up, may as well scrap the whole fucking project. Make yourself at home. By the end of the month, we'll be gone and Pep and Todd will be out of town."

Nny "I mean, I'm on board with Squee buying this place off you, for selfish reasons obviously, but that's a huge loss on your end, isn't it? Wouldn't you rather stick it out at least another year?"

Dib "Not really worried about the money. I can blink twice at the lab and make up the hit to my savings."

Nny "Rich kid problems."

Dib "This was supposed to be a father and son project. This was a dream of mine, but if Reg doesn't want to live here and ghost hunt with me then what's the point? I just don't get it. A year and a half ago, that kid would have been so excited about working on something like this. What the Hell is happening?"

Nny "Reg is...?"

Dib "My son."

Nny "YOU have a kid?"

Dib "You met him at Todd's wedding."

Nny "The fuck?"

Dib "You do remember we're all in our 30's now, right?"

Nny "Sorry, my short term and long term memory is still screwed. That and in my head you guys are perpetually children-- Wait, if Squee's in his 30's that would make me almost..." *gags* "Oh g-*gag*; let's move on."

Dib "You have missed a lot. It's been a while since the last big Summerween get-together. Things get screwed up more and more each year. Maybe this was just my last ditch effort to keep us all together. I don't know. Who cares? I'm calling it. The investigation is off."

Nny "I'm still learning how to fit into this whole family dynamics thing, so I can't give any helpful advice on the subject. That's... that's rough though. Um... The bugg-oid alien in the guest bedroom; is he staying?"

Dib "No, Zim's moving back to the city with me."

Nny "Thank God. I'm taking his room when you leave."

Dib "So thrilled. Hey, I have a question and... feel free to answer with brutal honesty."

Nny "Ok, but I'm holding you to that."

Dib "Do you consider me a bully?"

Nny *shrugs* "Never personly met a bully who cared if they were perceived as a bully and you look out for Squee, which is all I care about, so I'm going to say... no?"

Dib "Thanks. Appreciate that."

Nny "Since we're on the subject, do you think I'm depraved enough to stab a baby?"

Dib "Um-- I mean, I know you've stabbed a hand full of pregnant women and dozens of teens so-"

Nny "Seriously?! You wouldn't trust me to keep an eye on your kid without killing him either?"

Dib "I wouldn't trust you to keep an eye on a pet rock without killing it, man."

Nny "Fuck you and your stab shaming! You know what? You ARE a bully! And only TWO of the women I ever stabbed to death were pregnant to my knowledge, and the third one I punched the stomach JUST TO CLARIFY. "

Dude. "...Dude."

Nny "I know..."

Dib "That didn't help your case at all."

Nny "I know..."

[A continuation of these two dialogues]

#invader zim #jthm #18-years-later #au #dib #squee #nny

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Power Armor Punch Part Forty Nine

Masterlist

Teshteal: Ah. We’re here. *hides behind Gardio*

Nick: *sour look at the smaller man*

Gardio: *sees Jas finally and smiles* Directly, what a sweet looking child!

Jasmine: (Snuggles closer to Nick in her sleep, still clutching him tightly with her fingers gripping his coat. She feels warm and safe right now, better than she does awake. Her commands can’t reach her, she’s momentarily free from the terrible trance she was put in)

Lucille: Dad… are you okay?

Gardio: I’m fine. Why?

Lucille: “Directly, what a sweet looking child” is not a normal sentence. Even for you.

Gardio: *thinks about the word salad he responded with just a second ago* Oh- that is pretty bad. Sorry- the radiation must have gotten to my head for a second there, sweetie. *sheepish grin*

Teshteal: *clinging to Gardio’s back, peaking around at Nick*

Nick: *at Teshteal* What’s he hiding from?

Gardio: You. Don’t know why but he’s scared you’ll kick him out of the group.

Jasmine: (Still sleeping like an innocent baby who didn’t just brutally kill three raiders with a dagger and pure strength)

Nick: After what he did? I’m tempted to.

Gardio: Oh? What did he do?

Nick: He suggested a command knowing fully it would make her relive gruesome memories.

Gardio: *pointedly* Was he trying to help?

Nick: I- *pauses* Could have been. I’m not sure. The place they were taken to tried to turn them both into heartless killers.

Teshteal: *slight whine at the mention of that place*

Gardio: *notices* You think that’s a good reason to turn him away? *eyes narrow in suspicion* Because he might be a “heartless killer”? How is she any different?

Nick: *pauses then recovers* That doesn’t excuse what he did.

Gardio: He suggested a command. Suggested. You didn’t have to use it. The way I see it, you’re just as at fault as he is.

Nick: *frowns but doesn’t say anything. He’s right. He should have thought twice about the Command*

Jasmine: (Sniffs in her sleep, whining while she tightens her fingers around Nicks coat and mumbles desperately for someone to leave her alone)

Gardio: So? What say you, Nick? Does he stay?

Nick: I guess so… but I’m keeping an eye on him.

Gardio: No need. Focus on your daughter. I’ll focus on Teshteal and Lucille.

Lucille: Dad, minus 200 years, I’m still in my late 20s. You don’t need to treat me like a child.

Gardio: True. You’re still my daughter, though.

Nick: *questioning why he suddenly feels like he lost custody of two of his kids*

Jasmine: (Whimpers quietly in her once peaceful slumber that’s turning into a nightmare, releasing Nick of her death grip to cover her face and chest with her hands)

Gardio: *has his arms out in front of him as a gesture to the group* Now if we’re ready to go-

Nick: *sets Jas suddenly in his arms* I think you need to get to know your new Daughter, Chapel. She’s a real firecracker.

Gardio: *already being very careful not to drop the teen*

Jasmine: (Whines again in her sleep when she feels that Nick is no longer holding her, kicking her legs like a little toddler while squirming)

Gardio: *keeping a firm but gentle hold on her regardless* I- *sighs in defeat and starts trying to comfort the girl with a soft lullaby*

Lucille: *would say something about dumping kids off on other people but she already does that with Shaun so she stays silent*

Jasmine: (Covers her face with a scared cry at the unfamiliar person holding her, but she’s too worn out and still under the mental effects of the reset command to actually try and claw out Gardio’s eyes. She just scrunches up as small as she can with frightened sobs, tumbling between nightmares and reality)

Gardio: *softly rocks her as they walk* It’s alright… I’m not going to hurt you.

Teshteal: *mumbling apologies to Jas guiltily despite her not being able to hear*

Jasmine: (Stays asleep but keeps softly whimpering and crying out occasionally. She can’t understand where Nick went or that he’s the one to hand her off. All she knows is that Nick’s not close to her anymore and she wants him back)

Gardio: *just keeps walking* I know I’ve seen you somewhere before… Is my memory that bad…? *trying his best*

Teshteal: *staying close to Gardio like a child following his dad*

Lucille: *still leading the way*

Jasmine: (Hiding her teary face with her hands, wishing for her dad right now as the anxiety builds up in her chest)

Gardio: *sings her another lullaby as sweetly as he can*

Lucille: *trying not to get drowsy as she walks. Even now her dad’s soft but deep singing voice puts her to sleep*

Nick: Hey, you slowing down for a reason?

Lucille: *jumps* Sorry. Dad still has that charm when it comes to lullabies.

Gardio: *small smile creeps in between lines of the song hearing that*

Teshteal: *also fighting sleep. He just has a very soothing voice. Kinda wants a piggyback ride, now*

Jasmine: (Her hands creep up her face to tug on the roots of her her while she shuffles in Gardio’s arms, messing up her neatly done braid in the name of soothing herself)

Nick: *reaches into her bag and pulls out her bear* Here. This might help.

Gardio: *raises an eyebrow wondering why he waited so long to give it to him. They’re literally about to leave Boston* Thank you. *lets Nick set it in Jas’s arms*

Jasmine: (Clutches Winnie to her face while she whimpers at the nightmares, nearly smothering herself with how tight she’s holding it. You’d think that the bear is her only friend with how closely she holds it, in her mind it is at the moment)

Teshteal: *quietly humming to himself*

Gardio: *slowly blinks at Jas. Taking a guess at who she is- the kid that he tried to safely escort home but outran him in the woods?*

Jasmine: (Cries out then twists harshly, waking herself from the nightmare to spare herself from more horrors. She blinks, realizing that Gardio is now holding her and she can’t sense Nick’s presence despite him saying he wasn’t going anywhere, the pent up anxiety and fear of being apart flooding out all at once. She immediately starts throwing a huge toddler tantrum, kicking, screaming, wailing, and hitting with no restraint to how strong or how loud as tears go down her face)

Gardio: *doesn’t even flinch. He scruffs her jacket like a mother cat picking up a kitten and holds her out in front of him to avoid injury* Nick.

Nick: *stops and turns, pausing at the display. He can’t help but smirk at the angry teen mirroring the image of a feisty kitten* Good to see you still have some fight in you, Rosie. You can set her down, now, Gardio.

Gardio: Alright. *softly but almost jokingly to Jas as he sets get * Try not to bite anyone…

Teshteal: *nervously at Jas, mostly still over the command* Please don’t actually bite Gardio.

Jasmine: (Went absolutely feral with her hissy fit when Gardio held her up, seconds away from grabbing her knife until she saw Nick. Once he sets her down, she gives the towering man a death glare that could alone kill someone then catapults over to her dad, jumping up and clinging tightly onto him like a baby koala again) (Quietly and brokenly) “You said you would not go!” (Buries herself in the crook of his neck while she cries from the overwhelming and confusing emotions she’s getting)

Lucille: Wh- Jasmine- he never left-

Nick: Luce, I’ve got this. *to Jasmine* Rosie, I was walking right alongside Gardio. I didn’t leave you at all. Just let Gardio hold you for a bit in case we ran into any trouble. That’s all.

Teshteal: That’s right. I know cause I was avoiding his line of sight the entire time.

Gardio: Does she hate me that much…?

Lucille: I would say something crass here but I’ve made a promise not to do that.

Gardio: Write it down and show me.

Lucille: Fine. *pulls out a paper and writes* “It’s not you. She only likes Nick and Teshteal. Everyone else is evil until proven otherwise.”

Gardio: Hm. A little assumptive don’t you think?

Lucille: So is you thinking she hates you.

Gardio: True. *nods quietly*

Jasmine: (Doesn’t say anything to Nick in response but she quiets down while she tries to sort herself out, starting with calming down so she can think rationally. She doesn’t give a shit on what they think about her reserved and sparse trust she has in people. Nobody protected the little girl that the world had rejected from day one, so why does she have to trust them after they kicked her to the curb over and over again?)

Nick: Look, Rosie. I know it’s hard for you to trust people but sometimes a little benefit of the doubt could be afforded to some. There will be times I won’t be around.

Lucille: And you’ll be stuck with someone you don’t like but you have to work with. Like me.

Jasmine: (Whispering to Nick, her voice barely audible) “I let myself believe that too, then I got broken again and four kids died in my care…” (Closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, clutching her Dad tighter while she thinks of all the times her trust was played with in different ways even after she decided to keep herself reserved) “I am not doing that again, it just keeps repeating.” (If they want her trust, they better damn well earn it. Plus, she’s coding to never make real relationships, she’s suppose to fabricate them with fake smiles and laughs, willing to drop them at a wave of her hand)

Nick: I want you to try to trust someone. Even if you have to fake it at first. *looks out into the burned out woods they’re in* There’s a lot of bad in this world, but there’s also a lot of good in it, too. If you don’t trust anything at all, you’re only gonna short yourself of that goodness that’s out there.

Lucille: *nods but doesn’t say anything. Anything she does say won’t make a difference to Jas- or if it does it’ll be for the worse*

Jasmine: (Blinks. She’s nearly damn breaking herself just by trusting Nick as a father and Teshteal as a brother. It’s one of her biggest problems right now, it’s tearing her programming apart then stitching back together awkwardly. She pulls back to look at Nick, pointing at her face that filled with hurt, pain, and exhaustion) (Blankly) “I am tired of this shit about trusting people, they make everything fucking worse. Try me, they all rejected me first.”

Nick: *dad lecture tone* I’m not saying to trust everyone. In certain cases, you gotta have a bit of faith in people. Do your due diligence then trust if you gotta. *sternly* What are you gonna do if I or Teshteal suddenly kick the bucket, huh? Who the hell are you going to turn to, then, Rosalinda?

Lucille: *flinched hearing Nick drop into his more parental lecture voice*

Gardio: *staying out of this. If he was going to say anything, he certainly can’t now that he’s heard Nick’s tone shift like that. What he does know is that he’s gotta be on standby if she makes a sudden break for it*

Teshteal: *already on all fours*

Dogmeat: *sitting nearby, tilting his head in confusion*

Jasmine: (Flinches and looks besides her at the empty air, letting go of Nick and standing on her own, feeling challenged and defensive. She backs up a good few feet and throws up her arms at the group with her dagger in hand) “The fucking ghosts that have been keeping me alive all this time, Daddy, that is who! I am sure yours would haunt me a considerable amount too.” (Bites down on the tip of her thumb, remembering seeing her mother when she tried to end her life by jumping off a building. God, what if that becomes Nick too?)

Nick: Hate to break it to ya, toots. I don’t got a soul. You won’t be seeing me around. *shakes his head* You’re gonna live a much more lonely and miserable life if that’s your plan after the inevitable happens- *freezes suddenly, his system encountering an error before blinking and resuming* -and you’ll regret closing yourself off- *another glitch, this time twitching* -off-off-o- *shakes his head* You know what I mean.

Gardio: Are you okay?

Lucille: Yeah, Val. You’re acting a bit glitchy.

Nick: I’m fine. I’m sure it’s just a minor-minor-minor fix.

Jasmine: (Just kinda blinks, biting back a laugh of hysteria because of course something like this has to happen right now. God, she really is cursed, and now it’s passing on. She takes a few steps closer to Nick while lowering her knife, concern on her face)

Nick: I’m alright. Really- Just a-just a- just- *suddenly his eyes go dim and he collapses*

Lucille: Nick!! *runs over to check on him*

Jasmine: (Already diving forwards to catch her Dad before he hits the ground, never mind that he’s a synth as she gently sets him on the ground. Her entire face breaks while she stares down at his lifeless form, shaking her head in disbelief as her breathing starts to quicken and her heart shatters, remembering what she did to him at the hospital)

Lucille: *kneeling next to him, taking off his coat and shirt to open up his casing* Hold on, Val. You’re not going to the junkyard, yet.

Teshteal: *softly as he walks up beside Jas* Can I hold you…? *knows Nick’s probably going to be alright*

Gardio: What happened to him?

Lucille: Don’t know- I’m going to wager his air filter and fan is clogged. *poking around inside and manages to find the air filter… but in doing so her hand comes out pretty dirty* Gees. He’s overdue for some proper maintenance in there.

Gardio: What do you mean “overdue”? He doesn’t get maintained regularly?

Lucille: No… he’s always working a case or helping people. He hardly visits a proper mechanic. *looking at the air filter. It’s caked in tar and gunk from all his smoking* I bet there’s more of this… *pulls out a thing of water and an old toothbrush and starts scrubbing away*

Jasmine: (Is shaking while she hold her fathers hand, swallowing a lump in her throat when she remembers her mothers coffin, and her prewar adopted fathers grave. “He was right, this was a mistake.”)

Lucille: Okay. That’s as much as I can clean. We’ll have to get him to Faraday in Arcadia. He’s pretty good at this stuff. *clicks the airfilter back in place after giving the fan a light scrub*

Nick: *the fan starts whirring but it sounds a bit off. His eyes flicker a little bit. Then, as Lucille shuts his casing, stay on- solid this time. He stays silent but his mouth at least shuts*

Lucille: Nick…?

Nick: *face has defaulted to a neutral expression. Still nothing*

Lucille: *softly, desperately* Come on, Val.

Jasmine: (Trying not to burst into tears from the stress thats threatening to tip over all that she has pent up, squeezing Nicks hand gently while she silently prays that he’ll be alright)

Nick: *mouth doesn’t move but suddenly his voice comes through his speakers almost in a panic* Damn it- will something work- *hears his own voice* Well that’s a start. Huh. Seems like I’m stuck in some sort of safe mode. Can’t move a thing. *the only indication he’s talking is that his eyes flicker in brightness*

Lucille: *sighs in relief. The important parts are still functional at least* You had a lot of gunk on your fan and air filter*

Nick: Ah- that would do it. Must still be partially clogged. I don’t think my system will let me do any extraneous movement until that’s fixed- one of you are going to have to carry me.

Lucille: *looks up at her Dad*

Gardio: *looks back, then sighs* I’ll carry you, Nick.

Jasmine: (Doesn’t break face, just squeezes Nicks hand gently again with partial relief. She lowers her head and takes a deep breath, slowly standing up. “He should’ve told her to leave it alone, now look at us.”)

Nick: *his hand remains limp. Not even a twitch*

Gardio: I’ll carry you, Nick… Lucille, help me get him on my back.

Lucille: *nods and picks him up*

Gardio: *crouches so she can drape Nick over his back. He holds Nick’s legs around his waist so he won’t fall off*

Lucille: *manipulates the Detective’s fingers so if Gardio loses his grip or ends up leaning back far, Nick won’t go slipping off*

Gardio: *trying his best not to blush. He hasn’t been this close to someone in quite a while*

Nick: Well this isn’t awkward at all. Hope the radiation doesn’t make things worse.

Gardio: Too small to hurt electronics fortunately. *smirks*

Jasmine: (Slowly blinks and steps back, crossing her arms over her waist to give herself a hug. She’s ready to do just about anything to get Nick back in working order, that’s why she hasn’t broken down into tears yet)

Teshteal: *very lightly puts a hand on her shoulder. There’s a hint of caution despite his effort to comfort her- he’s still not sure if she’s mad at him*

Gardio: *to Jas* Don’t worry, kiddo. We’ll get Nicholas here some help. *mutters to Nick* This is why smoking is bad for you.

Nick: I’d roll my eyes but sadly you’ll just have to settle for indignant grumbling.

Lucille: *packing up Nick’s outfit* I think we can imagine it quite well, Nick.

Jasmine: (Doesn’t react to Teshteal or answer Gardio, she’s more focused on keeping it together and resisting the urge to cut or scratch herself)

Lucille: *Soon they’re crossing through a dangerous canyon and fighting a pack of mongrels*

Gardio: *firing from the hip with his pistol at the wild dogs*

Teshteal: *making short work of them*

Jasmine: (She’s boiling with pure fury, not even using her knife to kill the dogs. When they lung at her with snarling growls, she grabs them by the jaw and rips open apart their face, slamming their bodies on the ground as hard as she can. Violence is her first answer to all negative emotions, this is how she’s channeling it) (Muttering to herself) “She should have just forgotten about me, now this is the price she pays.” (As she tears open another dog and slams it down with a growl of both hurt and anger. She doesn’t mean for the other to hear any of this) “I am sorry, I should not have been born…”

Teshteal: *found a some rocks and is using his tail to bludgeon a lot of the dogs coming at them. Occasionally he bashes their skulls in with the one in his hands*

Nick: *did pick up what Jas is saying. Internally frowning despite his static expression*

Lucille: *tearing them apart with her ripper. They don’t really hurt her thanks to her power armor…*

Gardio: *sighs as they wrap up the fight* Anything else-?

Mirelurk Hunters: *pop up suddenly smelling the fresh blood*

Gardio: *tired look at the lobsters heading their way*

Teshteal: *already running to them and using his method with the rocks to dispatch them*

Jasmine: (Charges head on, this time with her favorite combat knife out. She uses it to declaw them before she rips out their face with her bare hands and the same amount of kitten fury) “You should have listened to them and left me there, you would still be alive if you did.” (Stops and stares at her bloodied hands) “I am sorry, I will never be worth the cost. I can try, but it will never be enough. I should have died in that trash can, but I guess I am stuck living like this forever.” (Resumes taking out whatever sea creature she can)

Lucille: *inspecting the area so there aren’t anymore surprises*

Teshteal: *sniffs the air then shrugs* I think that’s the last of them.

Gardio: We shouldn’t be far from where we’re going, right?

Nick: *laughs* We still have to cross the ocean and take the long walk to Acadia.

Teshteal: So how are we getting across when we get to the ocean?

Lucille: We have a boat a previous client let us use for a case. They don’t mind us borrowing it from time to time.

Nick: *referring to Teshteal and Gardio specifically* I’d stay close to each other in Far Harbor- not just because the locals are a bit uneasy around new folks. It’s the fog and the wildlife that’ll do you in.

Lucille: *vigorous nod*

Jasmine: (Standing close to the group and wiping herself clean with a rag, undoing her messed up braid to get rid of anything that may have gotten caught in her curls. That’s the consequence of forgetting to put back on her hood and mask)

Nick: It might he best to split up when we get to Far Harbor. Teshteal, Gardio, and I will go to Acadia. Rosie, you go with Lucille to the old lighthouse.

Lucille: Wait- why the lighthouse?

Nick: If Donny’s smart, he’d hole up in an easily defensible locale with a high enough viewpoint to pick off raiders. If he ain’t there, wait. Gardio and I will catch up in a few hours.

Teshteal: Why are we splitting up? You just said to stay together-

Nick: Yeah, but there’s also the essence of time. Plus it’ll give Jasmine something to do while I’m in the shop. Besides, I still expect us to stick to our groups. *directed at Jas and Lucille* That means no running off without notice.

Jasmine: (Sighs heavily and looks down at her feet, crossing her arms over herself. She doesn’t want to be apart from her Dad, even if it’s to give her something to do while he gets patched up. The very idea pounds dread in her heart, damn the separation anxiety. Also in the back of her mind, she knows Donny won’t have good news for her. It’s hard enough keeping it together right now, and if what she suspects is true…)

Nick: And when I say “notice” I mean “being upfront about why you’re running off and what you’re going to do about it.” *talking directly at Jas now*

Lucille: What if one of us does run off?

Nick: Then you better go after them.

Jasmine: (Keeps walking in the right direction without looking back or responding to Nick, taking in deep breaths to keep herself calm from the current thoughts. She has to have hope and faith, not assume the worst possibility in this scenario just this once)

Lucille: *resumes walking*

Gardio: *is being filled in about Jas’s case some more via Nick*

Jasmine: (Starts humming and vocalizing the start of a song she liked to help distract herself, continuing to ignore everyone when she starts the lyrics) “Sweet dreams are made of this. Who am I to disagree? I travel the world and the seven seas. Everybody's looking for something….” (Her head is definitely not agreeing with this choice, it started screaming at her even more the moment she opened her mouth. But to hell with it, if she doesn’t do something she might go spiraling down)

Teshteal: *starts singing along* Some of them want to use you. Some of them want to get used by you. Some of them want to abuse you. Some of them want to be abused…

Nick: *Kind of a dark song choice but if it helps he’ll go along with it. Starts humming the tune*

Jasmine: (Doesn’t acknowledge Teshteal or Nick as she keeps singing then harmonizes the notes just as the singer does, sounding like a siren calling out from sea. She had singing lessons from the vault and learned proper breath control. Why? Maybe to seem more alluring when she wanted to) “Sweet dreams are made of this. Who am I to disagree? I travel the world and the seven seas. Everybody’s looking for something….”

Gardio: *humming along with the others*

Lucille: *singing the “moving on” segments specifically*

Jasmine: (Echoing her voice in such a way that it sounds like there is multiple voices, a neat little trick she learned prewar) “Hold your head up, keep your head up, movin’ on. Hold your head up, movin’ on, keep your head up, movin’ on. Hold your head up, movin’ on, keep your head up, movin’ on. Hold your head up, movin’ on, keep your head up…” (Whistles and hums in place of the music, still ignoring everyone who has joined in)

Lucille: *Kind of stops cause it’s hard to keep up with the tune sounding so disjointed- especially with Jas ignoring everyone else singing, too. If there was any harmony, it’s kind of crushed by that fact alone*

Teshteal: *just joyously singing the chorus. No thoughts just Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This*

Jasmine: (Repeats the lines, wondering how far off they are. She has to ignore them and tell herself that they can’t hear her singing, otherwise it’s a violation to her programming and that has proven to be a catastrophe) “Some of them want to use you. Some of them want to get used by you. Some of them want to abuse you. Some of them want to be abused….” (Looks down at her bloodied hands) “Sweet dreams are made of this. Who am I to disagree? I travel the world and the seven seas. Everybody’s looking for something….”

Lucille: *climbs into the boat at the dock and helps everyone aboard wordlessly. Even extends a hand to Jas, not that she’d need it… or even want it*

Jasmine: (Helps herself onto the boat without even looking at Lucille and her kind offer, pausing to adjust to the sensation of the gentle swaying while she hums the rest of the song)

Lucille: *sighs. Trying to not let Jas’s aloofness get to her. She’s starting to come off as stuck up to the older woman, though*

Jasmine: (Not allowed to accept help by her programming, “Help yourself” was always her answer when she walked around battered and bruised. They tried to trick her sometimes too, used to stick out their hands to offer help, then make things painfully worse for her)

Lucille: *staying silent about it. Isn’t going to say anything- she made a promise after all. Unties the boat and starts it up. She pulls out of port and sets sail to Far Harbor*

Gardio: *sets Nick down and sits with a sigh, looking out at the water*

Teshteal: *sitting really close to Gardio, just a bit uneasy about the ocean*

Jasmine: (Sitting in the furtherst corner from them on the small boat with her head in her knees, fighting the voices in her mind. She can’t help but to keep speculating and putting the pieces together) (Quietly to herself) “It is all one big lie, but you are not even suppose to be here anyways…”

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