#and he just fucking kept the extra. didn’t tell me and didn’t tell my mom. I am LIVID
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Call Back - Chibs Telford x Reader
YALL!! I can’t lie, I am a hoe for this troupe if you can’t tell from my other works. Like the close friends daughter? Idk it makes me feral. I swear to god I don’t have daddy issues, like I have the best dad ever so idk why I’m like this but here’s this work that has been stuck in my drafts for weeks.
MINORS DNI. 18+ ONLY! Age gaps & smut.
You watched the club members make their way into the club house as you puffed on the joint that rested between your fingers. Chucky had kept you company while you waited for them to come back from a run. As much as you wanted to slap the shit out of Chibs when he come through the door, you held back. Knowing you couldn’t risk Clay finding out that one of his most trusted members had been with his daughter right under his nose. Even if through all the rage you felt right now toward him, you’d never want him to get hurt.
While the MC was on a run, you’d realized you’d forgot many of your things at Chibs house the night before they left. He told you were the extra key was through text for you to get them back, a part of you wished you’d never went in. You found your things and as you did, the phone rung. Before you shut the door to leave, you heard a voice mail being recorded and decided to stay and listen. Sure, maybe it was a little bit of an invasion of privacy but you wanted to know who else needed to talk to him besides the club and you.
“It’s Fi. Fillip, I want our family back. Jimmy is gone, hasn’t been here for months. Haven’t heard from him either. There’s no sense in us stayin’ apart now. Let me know when you get this, please.” Family? What family? The only family you’d known Chibs to have was the MC. You cursed yourself for not listening to Clay and Gemma more when they’d talk about the members and their lives. You’d think the feelings you’d had for Chibs through the years of being around the club would have made your ears perk up when they’d chat about him. Maybe it was a detail you’d heard and didn’t care about, as you’d never met or seen him with a woman, thinking it was an old fling. Chucky filled you in once you brought it up, telling you how Chibs had been married before with a daughter. He didn’t know much more besides that.
“You gotta go home, no need for you to be here.” Clay says, throwing his bag on the pool table. “And put that shit out, this place reeks of pot cause of you.” He walks past you, just like you were a stranger in the house. You didn’t know what happened on the run, but it had to be something tough. Clay typically treated you and Gemma both like dirt on his shoes when a run went bad or an issue come up with the club. It didn’t make the coldness he came off with sting any less. The hurt was plastered on your face, you put your joint out in the ash tray and ran out of the club house in tears. Pushing past Chibs as you did. Jax looks at him, confused as to what happened.
“Think it’s somethin’ with Clay. I’ll go make sure she’s okay.” He says, Jax nods his head and follows the rest into the house. Jax cared about you, sometimes both of you thought he cared more about you than Clay but right now he had to fill his role as VP.
“Love,” He begins to say. You turn around, laughing as you did. Between the new found information of him being married and your fathers cold demeanor toward you, something snapped inside of you.
“Shut up!” You yell at him, he’s confused and shocked as you’d never talked to anyone this way before in your whole life. Even if you had Gemma for a step mom you weren’t quick to yell out in anger or use your fists to resolve issues like her, even sometimes being like a dog that keeps getting beat down makes anyone eventually explode. “Don’t you have a fucking wife to get back to?” You ask, Chibs eyes widen. He’s speechless and you take the opportunity to get in your car and drive off from the club. Wanting to be anywhere but here.
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You laid on your bed looking up at the ceiling, unable to think of anything other than Chibs. Even your father snapping at you today didn’t hurt like this did. That you were used to, being lied to by someone you trusted deeply wasn’t. It was 12:42AM, not a word from Chibs or Clay. You were shocked that Gemma hadn’t been crawling up your ass to find out where you were. Typically you’d go over to visit before heading to your house but today you just wanted to be alone. Trying to sleep hadn’t worked out in your favor and you’re forced to lay in bed with only your many racing thoughts. Before anything else can cross your mind, you hear a knock at the door. You grab your pistol, not knowing who would be here at this time of night. When you look through the peep hole, you’re somewhat shocked at who you see.
“What do you want?” You ask, opening the door. A part of you was excited that he was here so the two of you could talk, but the anger in you didn’t want to see him at all.
“I want to talk.” He says, pushing past you into the house. You couldn’t lie, it was kind of hot that he asserted himself like this. It was always sexy when he did it, one of the many reasons you liked him. He sits down on the couch and you sit on the other end, looking at him. He was looking at you, almost like he was waiting on an explanation. You chuckled, slapping your hands on your thighs as you did.
“What?” You ask sharply, he leans back into the cushions, placing his hands on the top of his head.
“I listened to the voicemail that you heard, and deleted it as soon as it was done playin’. I married Fi when I was in Ireland and younger, a man named Jimmy O got me kicked out of the IRA and married Fi. Raised my daughter, Kerrianne.” This was a lot to process right now, your head still swimmy from the tears youd shed through the day. “Also, did this to ma face.” He says, pointing at the scars that ran over his cheeks. You sit, listening to everything he’s saying. It sounds like some kind of TV show, how the hell do you get kicked out of a country unless you’re a terrorist?
“Listen lass, I should have told you about Fi and my Kerrianne, but it just wasn’t something I thought about bringin’ up to ya. You make me forget all the bad shit in my life, when I’m with ya I don’t have to think about any of it.” He moves over to sit beside you, brushing a piece of hair out of your face. “Fi hasn’t had a hold on me since the day you decided to spill ya drink on me.” You smiled at him and laughed. It was your first night back in Charming after moving away for college, Chibs only faintly remembered you when you were younger but you’d made an impression on him your first night back. Being drunk out of your mind, staggering everywhere and eventually bumping into him and your drink flying all over him. You sigh deeply, looking away from him as you attempt to hold anymore tears from coming out. He turns your head back to him, resting his forehead onto yours.
“I know it’s wrong and I know Clay would put a bullet in ma head if he knew about this, but I love you lass. I can’t help it.” He says, at this moment you don’t need to hear anything else he has to say. You lay your lips onto his and he returns the favor. You feel his rough and calloused hands run up your leg, shivering as the coldness from his rings hits your skin. You let out a soft whimper as you’d missed this familiar feeling of his hands on your body.
“How I’ve missed that noise.” He breathes out, breaking the kiss. You stand up, adjusting your clothes. You don’t know why you did, sooner rather than later they’d be scattered across the floor anyways. You reach a hand out and he accepts, following you to your bedroom. Once the two of you are in, he sheds his kutte and lays it on the desk that sits in your corner. The familiar scent of whiskey and cigarette smoke takes over your senses as he places his lips to your neck, kissing gently and carefully not to leave a mark on your precious skin. Before you knew it, your shorts and underwear were scattered on the ground along with his clothes. You lay down on the bed as he hovers over you, typically you got things rolling by landing on your knees for him but he felt like he needed to make this about you. The beads that hang from his neck are hanging in-front of your face, a sight you’ll never get tired of seeing. You feel his hand sliding to your dripping cunt, he slides in two fingers and you arch your back in pleasure. He would have started off with one, but he knew you’d immediately tell him to add another just like you always did.
“So beautiful.” He says as he’s kissing the inside of your thighs. “So wet.” The kisses, how his fingers curl inside of you, hitting your spot just right it was all enough to send your head spinning. His fingers are buried deep in you, but he’s moving them at such an agonizing pace. Knowing you were going insane and silently begging him to spend up his movements. He leans down to you, placing his lips onto yours. This time it’s messy, almost sloppy but you don’t mind.
“Always takin’ my fingers so well, can you still take this cock just as good love?” It had been a few weeks since the two of you had sex due to him being on the run and you’d longed for this moment since the day he left with the MC for Tacoma. You nodded your head yes, knowing if you tried to speak you’d just embarrass yourself by stammering around. He slides himself into you, your hands tighten around his arms as you feel yourself stretch around him. Once he’s buried himself into you and sees the pleasure across your face, he starts to thrust into you slowly trying to set his pace.
“Fuck.” You manage to moan out, he moves the hair from your face so he can take in your beauty. To the both of you, the sex you had was like a drug. Once never being enough. The first time it happened, he insisted it would be the last as well. The minute he slid himself inside of you, seeing your face and feeling you clench around him he knew he’d made himself a liar. Every-time was sensual, even when it was a quick fuck it was always meaningful.
“You always take me so well, love. Almost like this pussy was made just for me.” He lets out as the grip on your hips tightens. You feel your stomach begin to tighten, your face burning and you know you’re there. He knows it too, pumping into you steadily but harsher. “Be a good girl and let go all over me aye?” The words sent you over the edge, bucking your hips against him to intensify the experience. It sends him over the edge, watching you like you can’t get enough of him and he releases into you. Not worrying wether there was a condom on or not. He pulls himself out, grabbing a towel to help you clean up and get himself situated. You wrap yourself up in a silk robe as you watch him dress, knowing the worst moment of him leaving was coming.
“You know you can stay right? Dad shouldn’t be down this way anytime soon.” You tried your best, hoping he’d give in. He sighs, tightening his belt. He walks over to you, kissing your forehead.
“I’ll see you tomorrow love. I have some things to take care of tonight.”
Chibs rides home, it’s almost 3AM and he’s feeling it as his eye lids become heavier and heavier. He silently thanks God when he makes it inside that he didn’t crash his bike into a semi on his way here from the fatigue. He sits on the couch, staring at the phone. He listens to the voicemail from Fiona once more, thinking of her and the life they had. How they had a shot of getting that back. His mind then went to you, he loved you and he couldn’t shake the feeling. He hated to lie to you, but at this moment he didn’t know which path to go down. Telling you the voicemail and feelings for his wife were gone was better than saying “I don’t really know what to do”. He couldn’t bare the thought of hurting you as he’d already seen how that went earlier in the day at the club house.
He didn’t fear anyone, but he knew it would be tricky with you due to Clay. He knew he’d never be able to boast or call you his old lady. Things would be a secret till the day Clay died, and Chibs didn’t like keeping those. He picked up the phone and dialed the familiar number, praying he’d get the mailbox before he had anymore time to think.
“Hey Fi. It’s Fillip. Just wanted to see if you still wanted to talk.”
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“You wanna tell me what that was all about?” Steve asked, sliding the glass door shut and cutting off the noise from the rest of the party inside.
Erica stubbornly shook her head, crossing her arms and continuing to stare out into the wide open space of Steve’s backyard. Her jaw was clenched up so tight it hurt, and the concrete was cold against her legs. But she couldn’t move or go inside, because then she would have to face all the people she had just screamed at.
Steve sighed softly behind her, a familiar sound that Erica was almost immune to hearing. Almost. It still kind of hurt to hear that disappointment sent her way. Normally he was just mad at the boys or annoyed by whatever bullshit Max wanted to pull that day.
Today he was mad at Erica. Which was fair, seeing as she had just made a big fucking scene at his house.
“What happened?” Steve asked softly, lowering himself down onto the ground and sitting cross legged on her left side. His tone was gentle, coaxing, like Erica was a child with a fever who needed to take medicine, and not a young adult who was completely overreacting.
Not mad then. Worried.
Even worse.
Erica would have honestly preferred Steve was mad, because then they could both just blow off steam, and she wouldn’t be forced to explain the completely embarrassing reason she had just had an outburst.
“They kept saying I was Seven,” She grumbled, hating Steve for being so fucking easy to talk to and making her open up. Steve didn’t immediately respond the way the rest of them would have, and when Erica glanced over, she saw he was deep in thought, trying to work out exactly why that might have upset her.
That’s why they all liked talking to him. Steve always considered what was going on before making a snap decision.
“It was just teasing. You never let that get to you. Besides we all know you’re twelve, Erica, not seven,” Steve finally said, clearly not understanding what exactly had set her off.
He hadn’t heard the whole conversation.
“They weren’t saying I was seven years old. They were saying I’m seven.” Erica paused here, hoping she wouldn’t have to say anything else. But, when it was clear it still hadn’t clicked, she gave a short irritated sigh and continued, “As in the seventh. Your seventh kid,”
“Okay? Did you not like that they were saying that you were my kid? Cause I know we joke about me being mom a lot, but I know that you guys have actual-“
“No,” Erica cut him off, not even wanting Steve to start down that particular train. She bit her lip, closing her eyes and gathering up the courage to say what she actually needed to say.
“You wanted six. I’m the seventh.” Erica stated.
An uncomfortable and heavy silence stood in the air between them as Steve registered what had been said and put the dots together. Erica waited, staring at the trees and willing herself to stay where she was. It would be easier to just get up and bolt, but no doubt Steve would chase her down and make her listen to whatever mushy thing he was going to say.
“I’m gonna kill past me,” Steve groaned, burying his face in his hands and dragging his fingers down his cheeks, “Okay, first of all, that was something I said to Nancy in confidence, assuming there wasn’t eavesdropping,”
“Stupid thing to assume. It’s us,” Erica replied, needing to put some of her armor back on. This was already too raw for comfort.
“Second of all,” Steve pressed, ignoring her little interlude, “That daydream I had was for three boys and three girls. As far as I know I have three girls, so one of the boys is the extra. Let’s say Mike. Mike can be seventh,”
A giggle slipped out of her mouth without permission, and Erica pressed a hand against her mouth to hide her smile. Mike would be the one Steve would pick to be seventh in a lineup, just because they all knew how much it would irritate his stupid inflated ego.
“Third of all,” Steve started, trailing off. His voice was soft again, low and sweet.
It was the same voice he had when he spoke to her in the hospital after the gates closed, when she had been sitting alone in the emergency room waiting for someone to show up. Steve had taken both of Erica’s hands in his own, neither of them fully able to ignore the blood sticking to their palms, and he told her everything was going to be okay.
And everything was okay now. She was the one having a problem that wasn’t actually a problem in the first place.
“Erica, I had that daydream when I was your age. My parents had just started leaving, going on business trips for days or weeks sometime. And I, well, I was lonely,” Steve admitted. Now it was his turn to stare at the trees, a muted but deeply set pain sitting in every word.
“I told myself when I got older that I wasn’t going to do that. I came up with this whole fantasy where things were going to get better, so I could focus on that instead of how shitty things were then”
Erica wanted to respond, wanted to say something, but she couldn’t get her mouth to open. She could see a young Steve sitting right where they were now, on the concrete by the pool. That Steve didn’t have someone to come out and check on him, someone to reassure him that he was loved and cared for.
He had just had to deal with it all alone, and dream that maybe life had something better in store for him somewhere down the line.
“So, if you think about it logically, that twelve year old kid who only ever wanted a big family who loved him just as he was got exactly what he was looking for,” Steve said, scooting a bit closer and wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
Erica went easily, letting herself get wrapped up in a warm hug. Steve hugs, the best kind, cure for any and all problems. She would never say that out loud to him, she’d die of embarrassment, but thinking it was enough to make her bury her face against his chest.
“And getting to have a seventh kid that was his- a really special, really funny, kinda a smartass, but genuinely good, kid,” Steve said after a moment, pulling away just enough so that he could make sure she was looking him in the eye, “Well I think that twelve year old would know how crazy fucking lucky he was to get to love that seventh kid,”
A blooming warmth settled in Erica’s chest, slowly overtaking her body until she felt like she might be glowing. She knew that Steve loved her. That was obvious. Steve loved all of them. But knowing it and hearing it were two different things.
“Wow…..that’s a lot of nice things to say about Mike,” She said, falling back into herself and leaving the safe little cocoon they had created. She didn’t need it anymore, she had her reassurances.
“Mike?” Steve asked, not putting things together. Erica huffed out a soft laugh, grinning like the cheshire cat as she stood up and stretched.
“Yeah, Mike,” Erica replied, “Seeing as, according to you, the seventh is Mike, not me.”
A beat of silence, and then Steve was throwing himself backwards, falling flat on his back as he tossed his hands into the air
“Why do I even bother with you brats?” He groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes.
“Because you love us,” Erica shot back, still all warm and wanting to just get to hear it again, “I’m gonna go inside now, tell him you said all that nice stuff about him,”
“Don’t even think about it,” Steve said in a warning tone. Erica hummed, rocking back and forth on her heels for a second before shrugging.
“No, I’m gonna. Bye Steve!”
He was up in the blink of an eye, taking her bait and falling hook, line, and sinker. Erica ran farther into the yard, laughing with glee as he chased her around and around.
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Remedial: Bode Leone x Reader
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Companion piece to Luke's 'Solitary Man' and Vince's 'One Night' - All pieces featuring the boys dealing with Sharon's death.
It starts with a remedial lesson because Bode is so fucking bad at actually taking care of people that Cap decides he needs extra help. At least that’s how he sees it at the time.
He’s fourth generation Cal Fire, he should be able to handle the Emergency Triaging Course but he doesn’t. Instead he fumbles the whole thing, he can’t remember the steps, the terminology slips right out of his head, he grows upset and frustrated because everyone else is keeping up but him...
He’s struggling.
There’s a lot riding on being here at Fire Camp, he feels the weight bearing down on his shoulders every damn day and sometimes it stifles him, it becomes so much that he feels like he can barely breathe.
“You must think I’m stupid.” He says as the two of you sit in a secluded space near the lake. Your leg stretched out in front of you as he tries to secure a bandage around it. You wince and he pulls away immediately, his gaze flickering up to meet yours. “Too tight?”
“I don’t think you’re stupid.” You tell him as you lean forward to untie the knot just under your knee. “But I do think you put yourself under a lot of pressure.”
“I need this program.” He tells you as he begins to unwind the bandage. “My dad hasn’t been doing well since my mom died, the thought of him being alone up here…”
He trails off, focusing on the task at hand.
“My mom she made me promise that I’d keep an eye on him, make sure he doesn’t become the grumpy old widower who lives up on that hill.” He finds himself telling you before he gently picks up your leg and resets the position. “She didn’t want us to drift apart the way we had before.”
“You carry a lot on your shoulders.” You say quietly as his warm palms navigate your calf. “I can’t imagine what it’s like trying to jump through all these hoops, while you carry that on your back.”
“It’s tough.” He says as he begins to wrap the bandage again. “Sometimes it feels like I’m sinking you know? And every time my head breaks the surface, something yanks me back down and I’m drowning all over again.”
“Is that what happened today?” You ask him softly.
“My hands were shaking.” He says, his voice a little rough. “I couldn’t grab hold of the bandage, I kept thinking of my mom, the night she collapsed…”
She’d been up here helping with the cookout when the seizure had hit her. She’d smashed her head on the picnic table on the way down, there had been so much blood. He’d tried to wake her up, stifle the bleeding, but rivets of crimson just kept running through his fingers.
“Bode,” You say gently, your palm coming to rest upon his shoulder.
It brings him back to the present, to the lake. He looks up at you and there’s such anguish in those vibrant blue eyes of his, such grief, such despair. Your palm comes to rest upon his cheek, your thumb chasing away the tears that stain his grizzled features.
For the first time in forever Bode finds himself taking a breath.
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I've never requested before so idk if I'm doing it right and also idk if this is what u meant by soulmate au so feel free to just ignore it if it isnt- but maybe something where soulmates have the same mark or symbol as each other, and daryl and reader's is the little skull tattoo that he has on his hand?
Group of Outcasts
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Pairings: Daryl Dixon x Reader
Pronouns Used: None Mentioned
Word Count: 1,552
Warnings: None
A/N: Tysm to @stqrluvr for proofreading!!! Also one of the characters may or may not be named after @lov9r 🤫🤫
The day you got your soulmate mark was supposed to be the best day of your life, and for most, it was. However, when you get a skull on your hand, a lot of small minded— small town people, kinda go crazy. Plus, it didn’t help that you already had a bad rep around town due to your Mama leaving and your Daddy being a drunk. You were seen as trailer trash and nothing more.
It didn’t bother you all that much, it was a small small town and people were going to judge. You got used to the glares from Mrs. Thompson when you passed her house, the way the sea of students would part when you came down the hall, and the way police officers’ would pay extra close attention to you when you were around.
So even after you became an adult and your Daddy died, you stayed in that town, it was all you knew, after all. You kept dealing with the glares, the parting, and the spying.
Then people started getting sick. And people who were sick became these monsters. So you packed up your shit and went off. You lived alone in the woods for a while before coming across a group of 7 people. There was Timmy, a nice man in his fifties who was accompanied by his wife, Mia, a woman in her thirties, and their 8 year old daughter, Charlotte. There was also Cece, a seventeen year old girl who was desperate to prove herself to the group. And Grace, a twenty-something year old who reminded you a lot of Annie from Annie Get Your Gun. And last but not least, Johnny, a 16 year old boy, and his Dad, Sydney.
You very quickly became the leader of the group. You led them around Georgia for a while before you ended up being caught by some walkers and lost everyone but Charlotte, Sydney, and Grace. So now here you are with 3 people to look after, despite being barely able to look out for yourself, stranded in the middle of Georgia with nothing.
You were fucked.
“Y/N.. when are we gonna be where we’re tryna be?” You let out a frustrated sigh.
“Grace, I dunno how many times I can tell you. We aren’t going anywhere specifically. We’ll just find somewhere dry to camp for a bit. I don’t know how long it'll take for us to find somewhere like that so please have a little patience.” She glares at you in response. You return your eyes to the road ahead of you. You’d been through these parts many times searching for other signs of life but.. there was nothing. You often found yourself wondering if you four were the last humans alive.
“Take a left up here. Should be a neighborhood right down the road.” Sydney says, pointing at an intersection. You do so.
A few hours later you were slowly making your way through the neighborhood when you realized that Charlotte was missing.
“Sydney, where the hell is Charlotte!?”
“I.. I dunno she was just here..” Your heart drops.
“When was she just here? You were the one in charge of her, where the hell is she?”
“I—“
“Sydney.”
“I helped her get out of the truck and.. and I thought she was behind me.” You let out a chuckle. And then another one, and another. Soon you were hysterically laughing. “Grace, go look for Charlotte around the truck.” The girl nods and runs off. “You and me,” You poke him in the chest. “Are gonna talk. What in the hell were you thinking?”
“I was thinking; she ain’t my kid. She won’t ever be Johnny. You keep putting us together as if we’re gonna click just cause I’m a— I was a Dad. That’s unfair.” You scoff.
“Unfair? What’s unfair is that Charlotte lost her Mom and her Dad within ten minutes and now the man she looked up to left her for dead. That’s unfair. How about this? How about I leave you here.” His eyes widened.
“You wouldn’t.”
“I would.”
“Uh.. Y/N?” You hear Grace yell. Your neck snaps to her direction where a man with an eyepatch is holding a gun to her temple.
“Don’t take another step.” He says, his voice is coarse.
“Let go of her.” You spit back, pulling your gun out.
“I don’t think you want to do that.”
“I think I do. Let her go.”
“Why should I?”
“Because if you don’t, I’m not afraid to blow your fucking brains out.” He laughs.
“You couldn’t get me from this distance.” You see Grace slowly reach into her pocket and grab a knife.
“Couldn’t I?” You tilt your head to the side.
“N—“ Suddenly, the man starts screaming in agony. Grace had stabbed him in the neck. He fell to the ground, his gun going off a few times in the process. Grace grabbed the gun and shot him in the head. You run up to her.
“Are you okay?” You put your hands on her shoulders. She was shaking.
“Did I just.. I just killed him, didn’t I?” You sigh.
“It was you or him, Grace.” She nods slowly. “Now let’s find Charlotte.”
Thankfully, you did find Charlotte pretty quickly. She was hiding out in the truck after she realized she had forgotten her knife.
Two days later, You, Grace, and Charlotte were getting some much needed sleep inside of a shed while Sydney kept watch. It wasn’t too long before the shed door burst open, waking all of you. Sydney slowly walked in, a man following him with a crossbow raised.
“Who the hell are you?” You jump to your feet and stand in front of Charlotte.
“Names Daryl.”
“Okay, Daryl. What do you want?”
“How many people are in your group?” You furrow your brows.
“Syd, Grace, and Charlotte.” You pause. “What do you want?”
“How many walkers have you killed?” You squint your eyes.
“Man what are tou talking about? Why would I keep track?”
“How many people have you killed?”
“What? None! What the hell is wrong with you?”
“One.” Grace whispered.
“There’s a community, ain’t too far. If we leave now, we can make it by dawn.” You glance at Sydney and Grace.
“You’re just gonna barge in here, pointing a crossbow at Syd, ask me these unsettling questions and then invite us to move in with you?” You shake your head. “Go to hell.” The man stares into your eyes for a moment before removing the glove from his right hand. You look at him with confusion before finally realizing what he was showing you. He had a skull tattoo on his hand identical to the one on yours. He was your soulmate. “Oh.”
“So you comin’?” You nod slowly.
“Yeah, we’re comin’.”
The drive to the community, Alexandria, was quiet. Daryl barely spoke and you had the feeling that it was an all the time thing, not just because he didn’t know you. When you arrived at Alexandria, the gate opened almost immediately. You were welcomed in by a man named Rick Grimes. He asked you guys some questions before showing you to a house.
It seemed too good to be true. There had to be some sort of catch.
“Y/N! They’re having a little shin-dig tonight to welcome us into the community, you coming?” Grace asked as she walked into the house. You had been reading a book on the couch for the past day.
“No.. you gonna take Charlotte?”
“Yeah... That book good?” You nod mindlessly. “Must be.. ain’t seen you interactin’ with anyone at all. Not even your soulmate.” You glance at her. “Well.. if you change your mind.. I’ll see you there.”
That night, you could hear the party happening all the way from your house. It was disrupting your book. Okay, and maybe you felt a little guilty about being so curt with Grace.. So you got up and walked to the party. You stood on the sidewalk staring at the house for a bit, wondering if you should go in. Parties were never your thing. People were never your thing. Was this even a good idea?
“Hey..” You turn around, startled by the sudden voice. You’re relieved to see Daryl with two men behind him.
“Oh, Hi.”
“Er.. This is Aaron and Eric, guys this is Y/N.” You muster up a small smile for the men.
“It’s nice to meet you both.”
“Likewise! Are you heading in?” You glance at the house again and shrug.
“Not sure if I’d be welcome.”
“You can join us if you’d like? We always have dinner together when they throw parties. You can be a part of our little group of outcasts.” Aaron offers. You look at Daryl who raises his eyebrows. You nod.
“Yeah, okay.”
Dinner was lovely, although you didn’t talk much, you found yourself enjoying the company of the three men very much.
“Maybe you can join in next time too!” Aaron said as he waved to you.
“Absolutely. Thanks for having me.” You waved back and started walking to your house.
“Y/N, wait!” You turn around to see Daryl running towards you.
“Yeah?”
“Mind if I walk you home?” You smile.
“Not at all.”
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Fuck it - Matt Sturniolo - Part 8
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Authors notes:
sorry this took like two weeks to finish, school was stressing me out and i couldnt bring myself to write anything major sooo
Warnings: swearing, idfk at this point lol
Word count: 2074
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7
“Is this something we are meant to do?”
“Fuck it.”
“Jesus Matt, what took you so lo- oh.” Chris turns to face me, meeting my exhausted expression as I rubbed my face. “Rough night?”
“Alyia and I were messaging all night; I think I slept…? Maybe an hour at best” My eyes immediately side eye Chris when I see him start to smirk at me. “Oh, shut up Chris. At least I’m talking to a girl”
“Nick is quick to stop our bickering by setting some food down in front of Chris and I, one by one. My body slumps down to the chair next to me, my head heavily hitting the pillow underneath me.
I raise an eyebrow to Nick, adjusting myself slowly in my seat.
“Don’t worry, I didn’t fucking burn it this time...” I smile to myself when I hear his sighs, tired of me bringing it up. Nick returns to the kitchen counter to get his own share of waffles, along with some syrup he had previously subsided for himself.
“So, what were you and Alyia chatting about?” Chris’s words emit around and mouth full of food, making me grimace before I think about my answer.
“Just, stuff I guess…nothing special.” An arm leans over my body to pick up a waffle that I then dip into some extra syrup that had dripped off.
“Don’t look at me like that Chris, I can fucking feel you staring.” I glare over to Chris, his eyes already staring into mine. “What…you meet a girl and suddenly you stay out late with her in random places that you wont even tell us about, and you stay up all night talking over the phone with her. You can’t tell me that’s not weird.
“That’s not weird.” I simply roll my eyes once he starts his typical mocking.
“You have to admit Matt, this is really uncommon for you, you don’t even do that with Nate half the time.” Nick shrugs his shoulders, keeping his gaze towards his food.
“Why do you encourage him, Nick…” I let a sigh brush pass my lips and roll my eyes.
Nick goes to speak again but the chime of my phone interrupts him.
Alyia🎸:
‘Hey Matt, are we still down for practice today?’
“Lemme guess, that’s Alyia” Instantly, Chris chimes in and I glare at him again. He instantly holds his hands up by his head in defence, standing up to take his plate to the kitchen. My phone chimes again and I pick it up to respond, I feel Nick’s eyes on me again, so I look at him. I nod my head reluctantly at him showing that Chris was right, not that I would admit that to him.
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“Hey! Glad to know you came, I didn’t know if you would after the amount that I kept you up last night.” Her words see to mumble as her body becomes closed off to me.
“It’s fine, I’m just surprised that my parents or brothers yelled at me this morning for being awake so long.” A clear attempt at a joke is made yet her tight-lipped smile made me regret my choice of words. “Oh… sorry I didn’t mean to.”
“Don’t worry about it, Matt, I’m fairly used to their distancing at this point to be honest, I don’t want you to apologize for anything.” Her smile changes to one of sincerity, making me return it back.
“I just feel bad…you know?”
“Why?” The genuine curiosity confused me. “I have learnt to adapt to them; besides I have some pretty awesome people around me, I’m not in complete solitude.”
Her words linger in my brain, perhaps more than they should.
I’ve learnt to adapt to them.
It sounded too nonchalant for a sentence of high intensity. I had seen this happen multiple times now, especially around her mom. Only, I simply never wanted to pry. The night she stayed over for the first time, her mom called her. The contact’s name was a start, her full legal name was on show with no emojis or care. I thought it was odd but when the voices transferred and mingled over the phone it began a little too clear, no matter how hard she had tried to hide it. The mood swings when she was mentioned was one that I had grown unexpectedly familiar too. I had tried to avoid that topic whenever I could and luckily Nick and Chris hadn’t mentioned it either.
“Matt?”
“Huh? Oh, sorry…” My hand subconsciously rubs the back of neck before wrapping around the chain of my necklace. “What did you say?”
“I was just wondering if you wanted to try any of the songs we mentioned last night.”
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I couldn’t shake this morning all that well, I didn’t know why either. She wasn’t saying anything in a way to make me question it. I didn’t even know the entire story, but I knew enough.
“Uhm, excuse me? You’re Matthew, right?” A steady voice came from beside me as I walked, dragging me from my thoughts. My body turns to face where the sound comes from, and I notice a boy about my age walking by my side.
“Yeah? Can I help you.” I slow my pace down to a more comfortable pace and I pay attention to him, the slight smile below the glasses which round his face, the darker skin matching his black hair which was tied into loose dreads. He wore a lot of leather, patched with badges and band logos which for the most part were recognisable to me.
“Actually yeah, were you the one who played drums at the talent show two or so months ago?”
“With Damien, Jess and Martha? I was, why?” I get intrigued the more I listen to his voice and the rasps that emit every few words.
“Miss Ackley has been putting together some type of music club shit, after school! She asked a few of us to get together some people who might be interested in joining a band or any form of music club to enhance skill.” His words ramble together, and I try and comprehend them as best as I can.
“Like a band camp?” My eyebrow raises at him, and we pause when I reach my locker, trying to show my interest while putting the pin for it in.
“Sorta, we are planning a ‘band camp’ trip for the end of the year but for now it’s a space to form bands and people to adapt our skill sets in.” He can tell I’m hesitant over this, I mean this is what I have Alyia for, right?
“We aren’t looking for any answers today, simply that you consider it. And if it isn’t your ideal situation, then you could share this to anyone who might be interested.” A flyer stands between me and the boy, decorated in deep yellows and blues spreading behind multiple instruments and equipment.
“I’ll have a look into that, thanks.”
“Of course, if you have any questions about it, my number is at the bottom of that sheet.” He beams at me, and I just look down to find the number, taking my time since my lack of sleep affects my vision.
After that he walks away with a small wave from his wrist, but my gaze heavily remains on the paper in my hand. Everything seems manually drawn to match each other and I admire the colours and patterns before my eyes trace the text. My body walks forward towards the music room, letting muscle memory take over while I keep reading over things. After a paragraph or so I look at the number again and notice a name marked next to it – Benjamin.
My hand reaches the door handle and I push it open to meet Alyia. Her hands tracing over each string gently to produce a small hum, barely audible from her headphones. I stand there for a bit watching her play, she just seemed so relaxed but that could just be the lack of sleep. The small hair stands which fall slowly don’t seem to bother her as she keeps strumming softly.
“Are you going to keep staring or what” her voice grabs my attention even though her body doesn’t change position until her sentence is over.
“Oh, uhm sorry.” I mutter before swiftly moving and shutting the door behind me, placing my bag next to the leather seats.
“Have you been handed one of these yet?” I lay the sheet onto the seat next to her and watch as she stops playing and sets down her guitar. Her headphones now rest on her neck as she scans the paper.
“What is this?” She shoots a confused look at me, but I try not to pay too much attention to it.
“Just read it and find out…” I playfully roll my eyes at Alyia and move to sit over by my drum kit.
“Band camp? That’s some corny shit, don’t tell me you’re going to that ‘camp rock’ shit.” She tries to joke but her face falters when I don’t reciprocate her smile.
“Actually, I was…and it’s not ‘camp rock’. It’s a social place to help practice with other people, and then a summer camp at the end of the year to go and meet professionals and go to a festival to perform.”
“Oh...my bad.” A brief and awkward silence falls over us until I decide to speak again.
“I was going to ask if you wanted to join me but…” I swing side to side on my chair as my voice dims down.
“Matt, I don’t like crowds and besides I practice solo. This isn’t something I am exactly interested in.”
“You practice with me fine enough?” I try and convince her a little, but she only rolls her eyes at me.
“You’re different, you know that.” She pauses abruptly to stare me noticing my immediate smile. “Don’t let that get your head.”
“Too late for that.” I remain smirking at her, but Alyia just glares at me back, I move past that pretty quick and relax my body down on my seat.
“C’mon” I drag out the syllables as I talk, getting up to stand in front of her. “It could be real fun, extra practice between us…and other people of course.”
“Okay. Don’t say it like that first of all.” Her voice quiets after her words and I attempt to gain her attention back with a slight wave of my hand.
“And second?” my face relaxes from its previous smile and changes to a more curious one.
“Second of all…I’ll think about it…” Alyia’s words soften and are quiet due to her admission.
“Yes!” my stupid smile is met with her own as I jump from my seat and pick up the information sheet by her side and start to ramble through the text.
Alyia pov:
I don’t even know why I had given in to matt so easily, but I guess I just didn’t want to let him down. He seemed so excited and yet I wasn’t, I can’t remember the last time I ever played music in front of anyone, except Matt. The more he rambled next to me, the less of his words I remembered. I heard his voice clearly, but I was internally planning what situations might arise if I did show up. It didn’t seem like a lot but as someone who has been separated from people most of their life, this was a big deal.
The bell rang and made both Matt and I jump at the sudden sound that echoed through the hallways.
Matt grabs a few of his things and places them back into his bag and slides the sheet back over to rest next to my leg.
“Promise me you’ll consider it? At least…” his eyes stare into mine, almost begging me to think about it, as if he can’t handle his own in a small crowd of people.
“Fine. Only because you asked me alright?” I stand up and swing my bag over my shoulder.
“Thanks, sweetheart.” The nickname catches me off guard, like it has every other time, and he smiles at the shocked expression on my face and walks away quickly.
My body stays still in its position for a short while longer, processing the nickname. He hasn’t done it without some sort of comforting context to it and this was different.
And in public.
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Playing with a Coroner and a Detective is not wise - Skulduggery x Male!Reader Universe
WARNING!: Cursing, mention of murder, threatening AND MORE ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!
Part 8 – The Coroner is ticked off
Everyone was silent for a little bit at M/n’s outburst. Stephanie turned to the Skeleton.
“I told you not that long ago that he HATES meeting new people that quickly. He is on edge and you really provoke it. Do you WANT him to snap ? That side is ugly.”, she asked Skulduggery.
“I apologize, Corrupted.”, Skulduggery said softly.
“Shove it up your boney ass, Skulkin. You better explain why you dragged us here, because they obviously don’t understand anything. Nor do they know anything. I don’t like them, I want to get out of here and never see them again. Mostly this Meritorius guy.”, M/n growled.
“He didn’t hurt you, Corrupted.”, Ghastly said softly.
“I don’t care if he hurt us or not, Ghastly ! The fact that he thinks everything is fucking easy ticks me off ! Who is HE to tell US if we join this world or not ?! He ain’t my Dad ! My Father died YEARS ago ! Nor is he my fucking Mom ! She is dead too ! I don’t give a flying what he wants !”, M/n yelled angered.
“Corrupted...”, Ghastly tried again.
“Remember what I told you in your shop, Ghastly ?! You understood ! This man obviously doesn’t ! He rather sends us to our fucking graves ! Hell no ! No way in hell am I going back to my old life, only to be murdered, by one of his out of control, freak accident mages ! He can fucking SHOVE it ! I ain’t fucking crazy !”
The Elders stared at M/n in shock. He was pissed.
“Before he losses the last bit of control he has, let me ask Skulduggery something.”, Crow said carefully, to not piss M/n off further.
Skulduggery perked up and looked at her, while M/n stayed silent, his glare never leaving Meritorius and the other two Elders. Then they started to ask him about any evidence about the truce being in danger, as he reported. He said that M/n and his Sister were the evidence, which made the Coroner even angrier. He explained that they got attacked twice by the same mage at the same night and he was after some key.
They asked about the key, but Skulduggery was avoiding the question and accused Serpine. They kept pressing for the key and he let out that they believe it might be for the Sceptre of Ancients, which didn’t make them believe him. They started to argue about it that Serpine was innocent and Gordon wasn’t murdered, nor the Sceptre exists. Skulduggery lost that argument obviously and M/n was very close to snap.
“As for these two, we hoped that they were very much on the edge of our world.”, Meritorius said.
“They won’t tell anyone.”, Skulduggery said quietly.
“That may be, but if they take one more step into our world, they might never go back. We wish that you think clearly about this, Skulduggery Pleasant. Think about, what that will mean.”
“Okay, I’ve had enough in this stupid shit. Talking about us like we aren’t even here ! Now listen here ‘Grand Mage plus extra luggage’ !”, M/n started outraged.
They stared at the boy, who pushed his Sister to Ghastly, who held her softly by the shoulders. M/n got closer to Meritorius and pointed a finger at him.
“YOU nor Pleasant have a say in what me and MY Sister choose to do. I think you were deaf a second ago. WE got ATTACKED and almost KILLED TWICE by one of YOUR dumb MAGES ! He was sent by someone he called his MASTER, that little kinky shithole ! He was ready to KILL us and I LIVE in that DAMNED house ! If I go back NOW, that Pisshead, whoever it is, will pay me a visit one day and KILL me SUCCESSFULLY ! YOU can’t keep your own fucking MAGES in check and expect US to go back, forget about everything AND DIE ?! What in the ever loving fucking hell is WRONG with you, man ?! Either you are too old to give a shit about this, or you are just plain stupid ! Sure we go back to our lives and get fucking KILLED thanks to YOU ! How about you fucking shove it ?!”
Everyone stared at him in shock and silence.
“How about YOU go back to YOUR normal life, without Magic and forget about everything, huh ?! See how you like it ! I don’t care if you are a Grand Mage, someone who is that stupid, doesn’t deserve MY respect ! You have to earn that, old man, and obviously you have a VERY long way to go ! You want us to go back ?! THEN FIND THAT FUCKING MASTER AND GET THEM KILLED ! Otherwise, I will NEVER go back ! You have three hours to find him, if you don’t, I AM FUCKING STAYING, MOTHERFUCKER !”
Ghastly went pale and Stephanie did too. Tome and Crow were in absolute shock and Meritorius looked beyond taken aback.
“YOU HEAR ME ?! YOU FINALLY HEAR ME, BITCH ?! THREE HOURS ! YOU DON’T FIND THE MASTER UNTIL THEN, I WILL STAY IN THIS FUCKING WORLD ! NOT MY FAULT, YOU ARE INCOMPETENT, TO KEEP YOUR MAGES IN CHECK ! I RATHER STAY ALIVE, THANK YOU FOR ASKING AND CARING !!!”, M/n screamed in his face, outraged.
Then he took heavy, fast breaths.
“To tell ME and MY SISTER what to do...WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE ?! You heard that we were threatened TWICE already and you insist that we go back and DIE while that PISSHEAD it still out there and walking FREE ! You say MY UNCLE WASN’T MURDERED ! Yet you never saw human doctors do their sloppy work ! They could have been paid to lie and you DARE to CLAIM that there is NO EVIDENCE ?! How about you FUCKING SHOVE IT, OLD MAN ?! YOU KNOW JACKSHIT ! We aren’t in the 18th Century anymore, where everyone did their job without any errors ! Wake up from that belief and that fast ! Get a reality check, you hear ?!”
“Let me to him...he is gone. He will say something he will feel bad about for a while...”, Stephanie told Ghastly.
“You let my Sister close to me and you are the next person I will scream at, Ghastly !”, M/n threatened.
Ghastly kept a firm grip on Stephanie.
“I am not gone, Sister, I am just rightfully pissed off with this ignorant Mage in front of my fucking face ! If I would be gone, I would have beaten the crap out of him ! Like that fucking psycho mage that DARED to lay his NASTY PAWS on you !”, M/n snarled.
His glare never left the Grand Mage.
“I went apeshit as that fucker hurt my Sister. The Pisshead broke in and tried to KILL us. I was ready to murder him and he didn’t see that one coming, you hear me ? I don’t care if that Serpine twat is the Master or not, all I care about is that the Master is getting killed. And if you won’t do anything about it, then I fucking will. NO ONE attacks my Sister and gets away ALIVE. YOU don’t believe in the Sceptre, I say, we at least follow any lead we fucking HAVE. It is better than nothing. The rumor is going around that Serpine looks for the Sceptre and if that is true, you should take it at least a bit into consideration, if you are the fools with a painted smile or if he is. Rumors are also a lead and I better follow it, otherwise we just sit around, twiddle our thumbs and unexpectedly DIE. Who cares if it is the Sceptre, maybe it is a cover up and you honestly sit on your asses and WAIT for something bad to happen ?! How many Humans and Mages will you let perish, until you wake up ?! How many human deaths will you put under a rug and claim, died of natural causes, to make yourself feel better about and so you can sleep at night ?! Look me in my fucking eyes and tell me if I am joking ! Tell me if I am taking your Bullshit ! Tell me what you see, ‘Grand Mage’ ! Go on !”, M/n dared Meritorius.
The Elders saw a fire in M/n’s eyes that told them that he is more than pissed off. But that fire said more than that. He was determined, protective and he doesn’t hate them. He fears for everyone’s safety. This boy, saw more than they can imagine. Then M/n looked at Tome.
“And YOU give me a VERY bad gut feeling. I better not figure out that you are involved with anything bad, otherwise I will go batshit on your Bitchass. Capiche ?”
Tome nodded quickly.
“Good.”, M/n said in a brat mood.
He looked at Eachan again.
“How come Ghastly understands me and you, someone who is way older than him, doesn’t ? Is it your pride or your stupidity ? My Uncle didn’t die of natural causes. I know so, but if you want evidence, I will inspect the body myself. I ain’t a pussy. But then you have the right to shut your mouth, about us and joining your world, and you better think of a damn good apology, for claiming that my Uncle died of natural causes at his young age. He wasn’t eighty for fucks sake.”
At that he turned around and went to his Sister. He stood two feet away from her and then opened his arms.
“Hug. Now. I’m pissed off.”, M/n said with a pout.
Stephanie smiled softly, shook her head and Ghastly let her go. She instantly pulled him into a tight hug and he hugged her back.
“One day you will get in trouble with all these insults you throw when you are angry or stressed.”, she muttered.
“I will have it in control soon, but he pissed me off beyond reason. Like honestly, who is the Crack head here ? Me or him and his extra luggage ?”, M/n asked with a huff, feeling his blood cooling down and his anger rapidly dropping.
Skulduggery looked at M/n and the boy knew the Detective wanted to give his mustard to this.
“Go on, you bag of bones. I don’t give a fuck.”, M/n said.
Skulduggery turned to the Elders and opened his jaw.
“And that was a pissed off Corrupted. I hope you learned to not piss him off again, cause that was actually scarring to witness. He was not joking around.”
“He sure wasn’t...”, Morwenna agreed.
“Noted.”, Sagacious answered quickly.
Meritorius stayed silent. Then he sighed and looked at M/n. Stephanie knew he wanted to tell M/n something, so she parted from him and turned him around, to face the Mage.
“I...deeply apologize, that I offended you, Corrupted. I just thought it was better for you two to return to your normal lives.”
“Meritorius, with all due respect, even though you don’t deserve it from me yet, my ‘Normal’ life is more fucked over than this world could be. Murder plots and Magic ? Is that all you can offer as threats ? What about crazy, psychopathic Scientists ? What about people that snatch children away and use them for their own experiments or pleasure and later on you find their corpses somewhere, mangled beyond recognition ? What about psychos that would love to use you for their own gains ? Ever thought about that shit ? The normal life, is just as fucked up as this one probably is. Maybe even worse.”
The Elders stared at M/n in shock. The Teenage boy gave a sad smile.
“Has its perks when you’ve already seen it all and heard it all.”
“Oh my...”, Morwenna said softly.
M/n shrugged his shoulders.
“Humans are just as much Monsters, as Mages with bad intentions are. The only difference ? Mages have Magic at their disposal. Humans have everything, but that.”
Stephanie hugged her Brother from behind, worried for him.
“Now I would like to leave and follow any lead Skulduggery has, so we can start to rule out stuff and make theories what the key is supposed to do, where it is and what it is supposed to unlock.”
“Of course. Thank you for coming and be careful, yes ? Please think about this very clearly if you want to stay after this is over.”, Meritorius replied.
“I already decided. What my Sister wants, is up to her. I will not influence her to follow my lead or to listen to me. She can choose her own path. I am not her Mother, nor her Father.”
With that M/n left the room, Stephanie said her bye and followed after her Brother quickly. Ghastly and Skulduggery followed quickly after them.
“Can we now go to the vault ? And next time you pull shit like this, Skulduggery Pleasant, I will have your skull and lock it away. Let’s see how you will talk with no head and jaw.”, M/n said with a sour mood.
“Of course, let’s go.”, Ghastly replied.
“I understood, Corrupted...”, Skulduggery muttered.
#skulduggery pleasant#male!reader#not the canon au#read warnings above#my au#skulduggery pleasant x reader universe#ghastly bespoke#Stephanie Edgley#Part 8 – The Coroner is ticked off#Playing with a Coroner and a Detective is not wise - Skulduggery x Male!Reader Universe
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Nick 38 🤲
38. Multiverse/meeting alternate version of self (send me a guy and a situation)
well, naturally it must be local boy nick right?
“You’re late,” Nick grumbled to Nanea when she finally breezed through the front doors as always, she never fucking used the staff entrance in the back side either.
“Sorry, ah. My car is shit, wouldn’t start this morning and I had to call Kawika for one jump.” She was obviously lying—she grinning when she said this, twisting her hair up into a titah bun or whatever on her head. It was good thing they didn’t have a dress code or bosses (aka Nick’s parents) who cared because Nanea always showed up in cut off jean shorts, slippers on her feet, and Suzuki Shave Ice t-shirts with the neckline cut or the bottom twisted up with a hair tie on her back.
“Whatever, it’s fine. You owe me though, I hate taking orders.” He’d much rather be working the machine, hands almost painfully cold from moving ice blocks and forming mounds of shaved ice into neat little spheres. He was good at it, after years of working in his parent’s shop, making perfect cones every time. “Some dumb fucken’ haoles spent an extra ten minutes bugging me for hiking recommendations because they wanna know where the real locals go. As if I’d tell ‘em. Like try stick to Koko Head, brah?”
Nick moved aside to let Nanea take over the cash register so he could shift over to the ice station, rows of bottles of syrups in every possible color imaginable lined up in front of him. She was better at dealing with customers than him, her fake smile to endless tourists more believable. She flirted, let sunburnt haole boys with crew cuts believe she might be into them or whatever party they try to invite her to. As if she didn’t have a hot surfer boyfriend with tons of family in Waialua that could beat them up. It got tips though, so Nick could only admire her.
It was hours later, deep into the afternoon post-beach rush, when Nanea hissed at him, “Eh, Nick. Try look at this guy.”
He was busy trying to remember all four flavors this little girl had ordered, a weird combination she’d definitely regret but Nick didn’t say anything and just pulled out all the bottles to set on the ledge in front of him. “What? Is it another guy trying to steal a t-shirt?”
“No. He looks just like you. Like, it’s freaky weird.”
He wiped the sides of the plastic holder on the cone of spilled syrup and handed it to the mom before glancing to where Nanea was gesturing. “What are you talking about?” She nudged him in the direction of a group of guys—a bunch of haoles he’d guess were from the mainland, probably. But in the middle of them was an asian guy.
“Woah.”
“I told you! Totally looks like you. Shoots, we found your doppelgänger!”
Nick had to admit that the guy did look like him, if he grew up on the mainland he guesses. If he were the type to cut his hair like that, or wear golf polo shirts and never see the sun. The group made it to the front of the line and Nanea was doing all of her normal routine, flirting a little, gesturing with her hands as she talked in a way that made the tahitian pearl bangles she wore jingle.
She kept glancing back at the asian guy, Nick could see even from over at his station, and he watched them notice it too. The guy didn’t seem weirded out or like he thought she was interested in him and he was interested back. Actually he seemed to brace himself, like he was expecting something he wasn’t going to enjoy much.
“Hockey fan?” He mumbled, Nick could barely make out the words over the buzzing of the shave ice machine.
“No?” Nanea responded with a laugh. “I don’t think you’ll find anyone here who is.”
The guy looked embarrassed now, glancing at his friends, “We’re hockey players. I thought maybe you recognized us and didn’t know how to tell us.”
“Oh, no.” She didn’t even seem at all fazed to have been caught staring at him. In fact she looked excited and Nick groaned internally. Nanea owed him much more than sweeping the floors at closing now, this was like, some of her mom’s homemade kulolo territory. “It’s just—you look like one of our workers. This is his family's shop actually.” She was pointing to Nick now, who was trying to start on their order actually.
Nick didn’t move any closer, staying by the safety of the machine, but gave a close-lipped smile to the group who were all staring at him now.
“Nick, isn’t it funny your doppelgänger plays hockey apparently? Do you even know how to ice skate?”
“I do,” he grumbled, feeling insulted. He spent one summer in junior high with a group friends who were obsessed with Ice Palace and went almost every week. He used to be able to skate backwards, even.
“Wait, your name is Nick too?” One of his friends popped up, he was the shortest of them all. Nick only noticed because the other guys were all pretty tall.
“We came here because it’s named Suzuki’s. Like him.” He had an arm around well, Nick, apparently. “So you’re both Nick Suzuki. That’s crazy.”
Nick thought the guy had way too much energy for someone who hadn’t even eaten a large shave ice yet. The tops of his cheeks were red and he was grinning like it didn’t hurt to do that when Nick knew it must’ve.
He looked back at Other Nick to see him staring back at him intently, observing him or something. It was unnerving, they looked so alike but they were so different—the way he dressed, the way he talked with his vowels sounding all weird—there was almost nothing else similar about them.
“Yeah, crazy.”
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ModernAU!Sandor Clegane x Reader (III)
trigger warnings: references to sex, drinking, swearing, gregor and gregor involved trauma, mentions of car crash, mentions of therapy, angst
• Sandor asks if you have allergies just to be extra sure you don’t die on his watch
• You may or may not be joking when you tell him sesame seeds because you send laughing emojis afterwards
• He’s not risking it, the seasoning is sealed into a plastic bag and put in the very back of the highest shelf of his kitchen
• Ends up glad he did, you’re very allergic to sesame seeds you just find the story behind it hilarious
• “I’m eating pasta and suddenly- hives! Mytongue was so swollen I couldn’t talk. The doctor does like three blood tests and can’t figure it out. Mom’s livid, she leaves and comes back with every ingredient for her pasta and has me eat it. Everyone was freaking out the whole time, my dad kept saying ‘who in the seven hell's allergic to that?’. I eat that tiny seed and blow up like a balloon again. When we got home I looked at my dad and said ‘who the fuck’s allergic to sesame seeds?’. First time ever he let me swear.”
• Sandor actually finds the story entertaining but he goes home and decides to throw out the seeds. Just to be extra, extra safe.
• It’s really cute how nervous you both are over the fact it’s a “date” and not a “hangout”. An actual for real life date!
• You’ve had exactly two serious partners before but something or the other led to a breakup. Then there wasn’t much time for dating in college, the one person you were into then didn’t want more from you than to “scratch an itch”
• Which is more what Sandor’s used to. One night stands, “friends” with benefits (benefits part was accurate at least) was his comfort zone but Sandor’s been on dates before! He can count them on one hand but hey, it’s more than he ever expected to receive
• You have a cheek hurting smile on your face when he opens the door and one reusable bag in each hand. Sandor steps back to let you inside, closing the door afterwards and following you into the kitchen.
• “Tell me ya didn’t carry all that with you on the bus.”
• (He’s offered to drive you around if he was able. He really hates knowing you rely on the bus at night, especially when you joke that you’re 99% confident you’re sitting next to a murderer. It’s the only time he doesn’t appreciate those jokes)
• “I didn’t,” You reassure him while placing the bags on the counter, “My roommate dropped me off.”
• Sandor grunts and steps directly behind you, his chest almost brushing against your back, so he can peer into the bags you’re unpacking. He can clearly see the red dusting your cheeks but doesn’t comment on it, which you’re grateful for. On his counter is two six packs of beer, a northern brand you’ve seen him drink before as well as a bottle of fruity, southern wine.
“You tryin’ to get me drunk?”
You scoff out a laugh, “Please, this isn’t even enough to get you tipsy.”
Finally you start to pull out a neatly wrapped box with a bow on top, shiny blue and greens.
“What’s this?” Sandor reaches for it and barks out in surprise when you smack his hand away.
“Your present— don’t you dare open it until I say so!” You demand while pointing a finger at him.
Now, Sandor didn’t like being told what to do… but he really liked when you were bold like that around him... so he rolls his eyes and surrenders his hands while he stalks further into the kitchen
• He lived in a single story house. Three closed doors, the one that was open was obviously a bathroom. The living room was adjacent to the kitchen, a black leather couch sat across from a fair sized tv. There was no dining table but the countertop had two barstools on the other side
• It was clean and very Sandor but very.. spacious. Empty. There were hardly any pictures or personal touches and that made your heart ache for inexplicable reasons
• The kitchen seems the most used out of everything else you’ve seen so you slink over to Sandor’s side.
• On the stove is a large pot that steams as he stirs its containments. Soup from what you can see, it’s colorful and smells amazing! You tell him so
• You occupy Sandor’s right side, he immediately knows that expression on your face means you want to ask him a question,
“Get no more than ten, make ‘em count.”
“How long have you been cooking?”
He hums, glancing at you then the clock on the oven, “An hour? Maybe.”
Your smile returns with a small giggle, “I meant, like, over your whole life.”
Sandor gives you a look that makes you feel smaller than you already are next to him, “No ya didn’t.”
You giggle and feign innocence. It doesn’t work so with a roll of your eyes and always that grin you admit, “No, I didn’t, but now I’m curious.”
“Always been good at it. Father said it was women’s work but,” The man talks as he carefully maneuvers around you, pulling open a drawer you stood in front of and plucking a metal spoon from it, “At the academy, there’s no women to cook. The boys take turns making meals.”
• (Sandor mentioned this before, the military academy he lived in from 14-18 years old, however it was the first time he’s ever brought up his father. He had to have one of course but sometimes you wondered if Sandor Clegane just appeared one day, he’s literally not once brought up his family!)
• You want to ask more but the minute you open your mouth, Sandor holds a spoonful of soup in front of your face. His palm hovers under your chin, to catch any drops but you’re painfully aware how he’s deliberately not touching you
“S’not poison,” He smirks, “Taste it.”
• You hate the way your knees go weak. Quickly you accept the sample and invite yourself to sit on the counter as he moves away
“Too spicy? Yer face is pretty red, killer.” Sandor chuckles and it makes your blush worsen.
• When you get control of yourself, you do tell him that it tastes amazing. He reaches over the counter with ease placing two full bowls beside each other then soon after a loaf of bread joins them
“Y’know it’s cheating if you bought the bread.”
Sandor sounds equally smug, “Didn’t cheat then.”
• He made bread. For you. Do you know how long it takes to do that!? Sandor Clegane baked bread for your date!
• You take pictures of the food before digging in. Sandor gives you a funny look about it and says, “Gettin’ that proof of your last meal, killer?”
Your grin widens at the nickname, “Hate to disappoint, but it looks really good and I wanted a picture— thank you, by the way.”
He shrugs like it wasn’t a big deal, “I take it you’re not a cook.”
“I’ll have you know I’m a pro at turning on my oven! Wait, that sounded dirty…” Sandor chuckles and shakes his head, “I just don’t have the time so I usually eat at work. Free bagels for breakfast and I’m at a job site with Dan, he caters for whoever’s there.”
“If you wanna keep that cafe job, y’might wanna stop stealin’,” He chides with a smirk, “Your boss already has it out for you.”
You laugh and cover your mouth to hide the fact you almost choked on the soup he made, “He won’t fire me, he probably won’t even let me quit! I’ll be chained up in the back and only let out to work morning shifts, slipping you notes to rescue me.”
Sandor snorts as he stands up and moves into the kitchen to get seconds and a drink. While on the other side of the counter, he opens the wine you brought but only pours one glass, setting it in front of you.
You exaggerate a gasp and cover your mouth to feign shock, “How the tables have turned!”
“Oh shut it.” He rolls his eyes and turns to his fridge so you can’t see his smirk.
• Sandor finds himself time and time again relieved that you understand his personality. There’s moments where his bark borderlines on an actual growl but you haven’t been deterred. Not yet anyways. It’s.. an odd but a welcome change.. kind of like you
• Dishes in the sink, two glasses of wine and four beers later, your questions have surpassed the limit of ten. Sandor unintentionally turned it into a drinking game, claiming it was the only way to tolerate your curiosity. It’s drink or answer and as suspected he’s much more sober than you at this point. You’re holding your alcohol well, calling yourself an open book and nibbling on bread to keep up.
You sat on opposite ends of his couch. You on the right, crossed legged, holding the cup with two hands to be extra cautious while Sandor leaned back in his spot, one long arm draped along the back of the couch and his other hand occupied by a full beer can.
Suddenly you gasp, “Lemme see an old picture of you!”
“That’s not a question,” Sandor muses, “and no.”
“Can I see one? Look, I’ll find one of me and it’ll be a fair trade!”
He wants to say no. He could say no. He’s never had trouble saying the fucking word before! Sandor hadn’t willingly taken a picture in years, the most recent one he had was taken at the DMV because it was mandatory. He knows you wouldn’t battle him or whine if he flat out declined but he doesn’t know why he can’t
“I’d.. have to look.” He scratches the scruff of his beard.
You had your phone out, scrolling deep through your camera roll when you noticed the energy in the room shift. You made him uncomfortable. Your grin faltered but you were determined to save the moment, dropping your phone to the space between you and waving your hand around. “Wait, I wanna change my question! What did you wanna be when you were younger?”
Sandor grimaces and takes a swig from the bottle he held. Another sore subject, nice going genius. Fuck. You chew the inside of your cheeks trying to think of how to fix this but Sandor interrupts your thoughts,
“Y’know, ya ask me a million questions a day and not once have you asked me about it.”
You don’t need elaboration to know he’s talking about his scar. Your brows pinch together and any traces of a smile officially disappear, “I figured you’d tell me if you wanted to.”
“‘n if I never wanted to?” His tone is bitter but not angry, “We’d just go on pretending it wasn’t there?”
You tap a finger against the glass before reaching for your phone, “I guess.. I kinda know what it feels like,” it takes less than a second to find the photo you were searching for and you hand it over to Sandor, “When people see you and make assumptions.”
He frowns at your reply but takes your phone and looks down at the picture you wanted him to see. The only familiar face is you, holding the handles of a wheelchair directly in front of you and sitting in it is a man.
“That’s my dad,” You point out. Sandor assumes and the woman standing to your right must be your mother, “I won’t pretend it’s the same at all but everyone would look at us like.. oh, poor (Y/L/N)’s. It.. sucked and I wasn’t even the one..” You sigh deeply and struggle to meet his eyes, “It sucked and I didn’t want to make you feel that way. I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to pretend your scar wasn’t there. I was hoping you would tell me if you ever decided to, I wanted to know you on your terms.”
You purse your lips to the side when Sandor hands your phone back to you. He breaks the silence by standing, “Wait here.” he commands softly. Something about his voice made you wonder if he thought you would leave.
Sandor takes his time in his room debating if he really wants to go through with this as he reaches into a tightly sealed plastic box. The night sure as hell couldn’t get any worse, why the fuck not he decides. So the man returns with a picture frame and offers it to you hesitantly, still standing. Young Sandor Clegane, 16 if you had to guess, in a perfectly pressed uniform and side cap, standing with his hands behind his back. The oldest in the picture, you assume is his dad, is on his left with a girl in a pale yellow dress. She’s the only one that's smiling, it’s weak but there. On Sandor’s right with a hand clasped on his shoulder is a man taller than everyone else.
He watches the way the corner of your lip quirks up as you study the picture. Sandor sits in the middle of the couch, still giving you a fair amount of space between you, and ghosts a finger above each person in the picture.
“My sister ‘n our father,” He hovers his index over the largest man and the name that comes is uttered with such hatred it freezes your blood, “That’s Gregor.”
From his other hand Sandor surrenders a faded polaroid, tinged with orange. The faces in it aren’t clear but you can make out the same people from above, this time everyone’s younger and a woman stands beside his father.
“Is that your mom?” You ask with a widening grin, “You look just like her.”
“Aye, that’s what everyone else said too. Gregor and Eleanor took after our father.”
Each blink you look between the pictures and your smile fades. In the older one, Sandor has no scar and a mother and in the other is the opposite.
“Mum knew somethin’ wasn’t right with him.” He sighs, “She tried tellin’ father but he wouldn’t listen, tried to take me and Eleanor one night but he stopped her. She left anyways.”
“I was six. I wanted to be a firefighter then, like Gregor did. He said we couldn’t both be.. said I didn’t have what it takes. One night Gregor waited ‘till our father and sister went to sleep, woke me up ‘n brought me into the yard. He lit a fire and just.. watched me try to put it out. When I realized I couldn’t, I went to get father and he grabbed me. Pushed me down and held my face in the fire ‘till father heard me screamin’.”
You stack the pictures over each other and slowly lean your head on Sandor’s shoulder. He turns his head slightly, looking down at you and somehow finds it easier to continue talking, “Father put it out and took me to the hospital. Told everyone I was playin’ with matches, started the fire got what I deserved. I hated my mum for leavin’ when she did but I took the first chance I got to do the same.”
You hear him tapping on the picture frame before your eyes fall to his hand, “This was the last time I saw my sister. Eleanor went missin’ then father died and left everything to Gregor... Just him and I now.”
“Sandor...” Your voice was so… soft and hesitant.
Anxious he’s heard you, irritated, flirtatious but gentle? Never before has Sandor Clegane felt the way he did when he felt your body shift beside him. Hovering over his lap now, you wrapped your arms around his neck and held onto him. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest and ringing in his ears, the lump in his throat that threatens to choke him and the unfamiliar sting in his eyes that he hasn’t felt in… Gods, when was the last time he cried?
“I’m so sorry they didn’t protect you, Sandor.” You whispered, chin on his shoulder.
Sandor’s breath hitches. He doesn’t know what to say or do but he doesn’t want you to go so he rests a hand on your back, “‘s fine.”
“It’s not but I know you’re only saying that ‘cause you’re done talking about it.”
You’ve been hanging around him too much if you know that. It’s uncomfortable talking about his past, his family and suddenly he feels immensely guilty for dumping it all onto you.
“Crappy first date, huh?”
“Shut up.” But your arms tighten around him and he can hear the weak smile in your voice.
Slowly yet all too soon you pull away to sit back on the couch, only this time with your thighs touching Sandor’s.
“Thank you for telling me. Have you told anyone else about that?” You ask carefully, unsure of how much more he would allow you to pry.
“My shrink,” he admits with another nervous scritch at his beard.
“Oh, that’s great—!” You slap a hand over your mouth, “Sorry, I just meant it’s great you have a therapist. Y’know because a lot of… I had one! I-I’ll just stop talking.”
Sandor eases your tension with a playful eye roll, “Don’t start now, I just got used to your yappin’.”
There’s an awkward but light chuckle shared between the two of you. Slowly you rest your head back against Sandor’s arm, “It’s not a crappy date, by the way. Well? I don’t think so. We never did small talk, it’s about time we told each other our tragic backstories.”
The man hums before lifting his arm to tuck you into his side, silently elated when you fold your legs under your butt and turn your body to lay your head on his chest, “Your turn then?”
“Mine is a lot shorter, it happened when I was still in highschool. Dad told me for weeks to take my car into the shop and I didn’t. It’s stupid looking back, I wish I listened and just did it the first time. Anyways, we argued, finally I said I’d go but he took the keys and said he'd do it himself.. and the brakes gave out on the way. A truck hit him and totaled the car. Mom and I waited in the hospital for hours until he was out of surgery. The doctor said he wouldn’t walk again and I, ugh, I vomited. The whole way up to see dad I was so sure he would say it’s all my fault, or I told you so… He said he was so glad it wasn’t me.”
You didn’t realize you’d been picking at your nails until Sandor’s spare hand came to stop it, gently engulfing your fingers into the warmth of his palm.
“Now you’re scared to drive.”
“Now I’m scared to drive. The whole thing fucked me up. I had a therapist too for a couple years but when I moved here I felt fine enough to stop calling.”
Sandor scoffs out a laugh, “Isn’t that their job to tell ya if you’re fine or not?”
Luckily you’re unphased by his possible insensitivity but do feign annoyance, “I see your point but I got a bunch of tools and exercises for my anxiety, I dealt with my guilt, I just don’t wanna drive. Plus, it’s not like I can never go back or change my mind.” Your eyes dart to where Sandor holds both your hands in one of his, “What about you?”
He shrugs, “I’ll quit when he tells me I’m cured.”
The giggle that bubbles from you is tired but genuine. Isn’t it funny how drained someone can get just from talking?
Sandor smiles though you can’t see, “Alright, killer. Can we get back to your game now?”
“You mean you still want to play after I just ruined our date with it? I thought you would’ve kicked me out by now.”
“Didn’t ruin it,” he squeezes your hands reassuringly.
• After that hiccup, the tension in the air evaporated as your night together went on. Cuddled up on Sandor’s couch, conversation flowed as naturally as it did between you two, what with you doing most of the chatting or asking questions. Occasionally there was a choppy tangent of another intimate detail from one of you but nothing quite as heavy as before
• Odd, Sandor kept thinking to himself. Odd but not so uncomfortable that he wished the couch would swallow him whole so he could get away from the topic. Not just yet was it a welcomed change but he’ll admit it was easier than it ever has been. Still he was careful not to overshare
• Around 9pm your roommate texted and said they were on the way to pick you up. Sandor helped you gather your things and swore for a second time that he wouldn’t open the gift you brought him. He walked you to the door when you spun on your heel to stop him from opening it. He knew that damn expression so well, he groans while you grin like a madman.
“Last question, I promise! What are my odds of getting a second date?”
“Depends… Do ya count a work party as a date?”
You grin, knowing exactly where this is going, “Absolutely I do. Especially if it involves softball and especially, especially if we’re on opposite teams.”
♡ [I], [II], [III]
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I feel like it takes a while for the general populous to warm up to Zuko as Firelord and that’s mainly because of the last 100 years + his fathers reign didn’t really do anything to help the situation but he later becomes the people’s firelord and that’s with the help of his wife he drags him to charity events and with the backing of team avatar.
Now, Zuko was raised around politics but there’s a period about 5-10 years within his rule where he staunchly disagrees with his advisors mainly because they’re still brainwashed and under the spell that Ozai started with “restoring the fire nation to its former glory.” He later ends up just starting over and picking a new cabinet making sure to have at least one representative from each nation to chime in for rebuilding efforts.
Let me tell you though Zuko hates celebrations for himself and his achievements but when it’s his wife’s birthday and don’t get me started on their children. It’s like a national holiday the parties for them are magnificent.
As far as how powerful he is? Behind every great man is a far greater woman. A lot of his plans he runs by his wife before taking it to the advisors because she just knows that they’ll peddle him bullshit and depending on the day Zuko will agree so he can leave but she’s here to shut that shit down.
Now I know we joke that Izumi, the twins, and baby boy are spoiled. But I’d like to think that Zuko does take the time to bring them up as humble as possible and that’s thanks to Iroh having a big part of raising him and when they were settled in the earth kingdom for a bit. -🧚🏽♀️
HEAVY ON THE STARTING NEW PART . he got fed tf up with those old dudes who cared not about the country, but power and Zuko was like “fuck this shit, these mfs are UNFIXABLE.” (😂) he fired everyone after the first years of his reign because they actually began to like piss him off . Except two, which are my OCs Midjair and Indy, who were both apart of Ozai’s secretary and Zuko ranked them both up to major advisors . At first they were so traumatized from Ozai’s serving time and had some of his ideologies engraved in their head . but eventually they both showed that they were fixable and so Zuko kept them .
He’s so hellbent on making sure everyone has a say in how things run between countries and within the Fire Nation itself . I feel like he would also renovate a good portion of the castle just to make it look less depressing and intimidating .
He absolutely despises his own birthdays, like everyone including his wife will like beg him to allow them to throw a party or something for him . she’s trying to loosen him up some because he’s such a hard ass it’s basically impossible to gesture him into having some type of fun . BUT FOR THEM, oh the whole nation is going to hear about it, you should’ve seen Izumi’s sweet 16, they had to plan it a year in advance because she’s so extra like her mom . Their birthdays or him and his wife’s anniversary will be like week long events the whole country is celebrating, including endless amounts of gifts and cards, etc .
And of course Zuko would have to run down over major decisions he makes with the advisors, because as politics is mainly still a male predominant occupation, he needs an intelligent women’s opinion to make sure all side sound fair and just . And if those men ever try to convince her that her opinion is wrong in any type of way , oh she WILL shut they ass down before they can utter another word . Zuko knows it’s best if you never try his wife like that . LMAO
The kids are definitely spoiled like they just so happened to born in the right family because they get almost any and everything they can ask for . But zuko will always be quick to teach them that life is beyond anything more than material possessions and wants and needs, he will take them on visits to hang out with iroh just so they can get a slice of his wisdom . Because it’s important that they learn all factors of life before they have to guide themselves on their own journey . (🥹)
At the end of the day, Zuko will always be regarded as one of the best looking Firelord history has seen for a while . And even in times of doubt his family will always be quick to reassure him that he’s doing great and they all love him .
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For All the Nights I Lost to You p.t. 7
pairing: elliot x reader
warnings: talks about sex, infidelity, slut shaming
a/n: this is more of a filler chapter considering how short it is, but i wanted to get something out before school starts up again. i appreciate the support and love that you guys give this story, but please be mindful when you ask about updates. i am in my last year of college so i’m extra busy right now. i don’t mind kind questions about updates, but it makes me not want to update when people are rude. anyways i hope you enjoy this chapter!
word count: 1773 :((
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“-and that is why he is one of the most prolific writers in history.” Everyone clapped for your classmate as she sat back down. Not you though.
You couldn’t stop thinking of Friday night.
The feeling of Elliot’s hands, rough and calloused from playing his guitar, gliding down your body. Goosebumps left in their wake. The taste of his lips against yours. The sound of his moans as he thrusted his hard, throbbing c-
“Y/N!” You flinched and focused your vision to see your teacher looking at you concerned. “Are you okay? I've been calling on you for the past three minutes.” You smiled sheepishly.
“I’m sorry… I’m just tired, I haven’t been sleeping well.” You weren’t lying. You hadn’t been sleeping well at home, but she didn’t need to know that your parents had been arguing in the kitchen every night for the past few days. The constant yelling and harsh words kept you up way past midnight.
Usually the arguments were about money. How your dad was spending too much money on you, how you needed a job because the amount of money you required was getting to be too much, how the grocery bill was too high because you ate too much. Then they’d move on to house work. How your dad never made you do chores, how your room was always dirty, how you refused to clean up after yourself. Then, if you were lucky, your mom would leave, slamming the door behind her as she paced off to her car.
But if not, they’d move onto the next topic… You.
She’d scream about how you were taking up too much space, but she’d also be upset about you never being home or talking to her. “She lives here for free and she’s ungrateful!” or “She’s probably fucking that boy or that girl or that dumb fucking-“ She’d call Jules a slur.
More than once you wanted to go down there and make her apologize. Especially when your dad would trudge back upstairs into his bedroom, only to sob as soon as the door closed. It hurt you to hear him cry. To know that this was only happening because you existed.
The bell rang, signaling the end of period. You got up with a soft sigh and made your way out of class. You could feel people staring as you walked to your locker. It made you uncomfortable because you had no idea why.
When you would ask Elliot, he would just shrug and say something flirty that would convince you to let him eat you out in the girls‘ bathroom.
You knew something was up, no one had ever paid attention to you, but now it was like you’re the center of attention.
Right before you made it to your locker and spotted Rue talking to Lexi. You needed answers and if Elliot wasn’t gonna tell you, she was going to. You grabbed her arm and pulled her towards an empty classroom. “Wha- Wait! Where are we going?”
“We need to talk.”
She didn’t question you further and let herself be pulled in to the room.
“What is going on?” You asked firmly. Rue tried to play stupid. “I don’t know what your talking about…” She said sheepishly, she knew you would believe her. You groaned, “Everyone is fucking staring at me for no reason and my own boyfriend won’t tell me why and I know he knows something.”
Rue sputtered, “Wait. Boyfriend? When did that happen?” You looked at her confused.
“I thought- hmm.” You frowned. He hadn’t asked you out or said anything about your relationship. “I thought it was implied when we had sex…” You said quietly. The more you thought about it, the worse it got.
“Y/N… Sex is sex. You even said so yourself, sex doesn’t equal love…” You froze, you did say that.
But you thought Elliot viewed you the same way you viewed him. You thought it meant something to him. “I… I did say that… Fuck… I’m so stupid…” You wanted to cry, but you just face palmed.
“You know what, that’s not what I wanted to talk about… Why is everyone staring at me? I know you know something.” You put your hand down. Rue froze this time.
“I… I can’t tell you…” She said slowly. “Elliot said that it would be better if we let it blow over before we tell you…”
“What?… Are you fucking serious?” You were confused. “People are staring at me like I’m some freak show and you don’t want to tell me why.”
Rue just sighed, “No one’s staring at you like that. It’s just drama. You wouldn’t even want to know about it.”
You groaned and turned around, “If you’re not gonna tell me, don’t talk to me at all.” You told her while walking to the door, you stopped right before touching the handle. “And tell Elliot that he can suck a fucking chode. I’m not letting him use me to get his rocks off anymore.”
You walked out the door, leaving Rue alone. “Fuck.”
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“What?!” Elliot was- shocked? Angry? He didn’t really know. You thought he was using you? What the fuck?
“Yeah… She said, and I quote ‘tell Eliot that he can suck a fucking chode, I’m not letting him use me anymore.’ Which is honestly fucking ridiculous because wasn’t she doing the same thing to you?” Rue scoffed.
“Rue Rue, I’ve been initiating everything, She’s not using me…” Elliot face palmed and Rue looked at him wide eyed, mouth gaping. “Are you two are together? Like together together?”
Elliot furrowed his eyebrows, ”Yes…No… I don’t know. I honestly shouldn’t be all over her like I have been…” Rue wanted to scream. “Did you like ask her out?”
Elliot shook his head, “I thought it was implied… I didn’t think it was necessary. She never said anything, but now that I’m thinking about it she never said we were together either.” Rue groaned loudly, “It wasn’t! It’s never implied!”
Elliot groaned this time. “I guess… We’re not together. It was just sex…” He paused.
“I gotta talk to her.” “No, stop. She’s not ignoring you because of that… She wants to know why everyone is staring at her…” Rue grabbed his arm.
He sighed, “I can’t tell her yet. I have to fix it first.”
“You know Maddy will never believe you… She just sees you as that junkie that broke me and Jules up… You need to tell Y/N.”
“So this has to do with Maddy.”
Both Rue and Elliot jumped and turned around slowly. “How long have you been standing there?” Rue asked nervously and you gave her a fake smile. “Long enough. I was coming to apologize because I overreacted, but I heard you talking about me.”
“Fuck…” Elliot swore under his breath. “It’s nothing. Someone told Maddy that you and Nate were all over each other and theremayormaynotbeavideoofyouandNatealmostmakingoutgoingaroundtheschool…” Elliot blurted, he wasn’t intending to tell you, but looking at your upset face made him crack.
You gawked at him. You could feel tears well up in your eyes. “Is that why everyone keeps pointing at me and whispering? Because they think I was fucking Nate Jacobs?”
You hated the thought, Nate was a dick and quite frankly was sort of lacking in the department. Maybe you deserved it though. You were acting like a slut.
“This is just… great… I’m going to class…” You moved to walk away and Elliot reached out for you and you stopped. “Let’s walk together, I’m going that way anyways.”
You gave him a small smile. “Nah, I think it’s better if we stop walking together, don’t want people to get the wrong idea…” Elliot frowned, “What are you talking about?” You shrugged.
“We don’t want people to think we’re together right? I mean it was just sex.”
You didn’t wait for a response and walked away, leaving Elliot to watch you walk away.
“She heard me, didn’t she?” Rue stepped up beside him, ”She definitely heard you…”
“Fuck me.”
-
You were crying.
You didn’t know why you were crying. You said so yourself that sex can be meaningless, so why did it hurt so bad to hear him say that?
No matter how hard you tried, the tears wouldn’t stop. Your head was hurting, but your chest was hurting even worse.
You walked past your class and into the restroom to lock yourself in a stall.
Did it really not mean anything to him? Did he not want to be with you like you wanted to be with him?
You picked up your phone to call your dad.
The phone rang once before he picked up. “Hey sweetie, I’m just now headed into a meeting, what’s up?” Your dad answered cheerfully, but quickly switched his tone when he heard your shaky breaths and sniffling. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”
“I-I need you to come pick me up, dad, please…” You tried your best to keep yourself from crying. He sighed, “I can’t, I’m literally walking into a meeting, I’m so sorry, baby… Call your mom, I’m sure she’d be happy to do it.” This made you sob.
She hated you with a passion. She wouldn’t do it. “Dad, please, you know she hates me, she won’t do it.”
Your dad sighed again. “All you can do is try… If she doesn’t do it, I’ll go right after my meeting to pick you up, okay?” You shakily agreed and said your goodbyes before looking for your mom’s contact.
You felt almost scared to call her. What if she didn’t pick up? You had to try.
Pressing the call button and holding the phone to your ear felt like running a marathon.
The phone rang a couple of times before the call connected. You could hear heaving breathing on the other side. What the fuck?
You stayed quiet for a bit before hearing a loud moan and skin slapping. Holy shit, was she cheating on your dad?
You moved your phone from your ear and began screen recording the call. The noises were loud enough that you could still hear them even without the phone on speaker.
You felt like throwing up. In a way, your dad deserved it, he did the same to her… Your thoughts were cut off by another loud moan.
“Oh my god! You’re so big! Fuck, Nate!”
Your eyes widened. Nate? Nate Jacobs?
“Fuck, You’re so fucking tight.” He groaned. Yup that was definitely Nate Jacobs.
You hung up the phone and ended the recording. What the fuck were you gonna do?
#elliot euphoria#elliot x reader#jules vaughn#elliot fluff#euphoria#elliot x jules#elliot x rue#elliot x y/n#elliot x you#elliot imagine#rue bennet#rue x jules#nate jacobs#nate jacobs x reader#euphoria imagine
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Okay, this is actually a pretty funny story! Just to be clear: I'm a little bit of an idiot, so you shouldn't be surprised by any of this.
Point is... I met a guy a couple of months ago, right? Let's call him Jesse. Well, we've seen each other a couple of times but that was it, until we stumbled across each other and he asked my name and I asked his because idk why we had no clue about it lol. Well, we started seeing each other more, stoping to talk, texted each other a little bit, etc. I had no idea it was something romantic, I just thought we were becoming friends LMAO.
So, one day he told me he had an extra ticket for one of his favorite plays and he asked if I was free. I was excited for the play so I agreed (my friends didn't stop making fun of me for two weeks) Well, I went and play was totally amazing!! It was sad, beautiful and heartbreaking! The musicians and people singing were on point! The lighting, my god!! Absolutely stunning!
The point here is… I realized it was a date date, a little bit late… Call me an idiot, but I really thought it was just two friends hanging out, until I got to the teather and I saw him, and I noticed he was really nervous. And in that moment it clicked LMAO. Not to brag, but I’ve been around enough guys that got nervous around me because they like me to know when someone is nervous because of that😂
Well, play was finishing, and we were really close. And he was staring at my lips, he leaned over, and I had enough time to turn around to avoid that. But I didn’t. I also leaned a little. And he kissed me😬. It was actually my first kiss... Idk how some people out there get their first kiss at like 12-16, no shaming, but idk how they do it lol. Buuuut, the problem is… I didn't like him like that and I honestly still don't know why I didn't stop. It's not that I wasn't attracted to him, I just didn't like him romantically... But, because I am stupid, I didn’t stop🙂
Then he hugged me and I just kept repeating “fucking shit” in my head over and over. We left the theater, but I knew I had to clear that up at that moment. First I thanked him for inviting me and then, as the dumbass I am, I was just thinking “hmm, what if I try again? Would it be different?”, so I said fuck it and kissed him lmao. And that time it was really making out LMAO. We were also outside the theater, it was night and the lights were beautiful and there weren't people around (idk, maybe I just like a pretty scenario okay??)
But then I broke apart and told him I needed to clear something up, basically told him I wasn’t looking for a relationship, I didn't want to date him, or anyone, but that we could be friends, and that I wouldn’t mind kissing again (DON'T JUDGE), but we could keep it casual if he wanted. And he told me that was completely okay and he agreed with it. I asked him like a hundred times just to confirm, but he genuinely seemed to be fine with it, so I said “well, future me will worry about this later LMAO”. And I kissed him again sdjhfafghjsxkz.
So yeah. That’s it basically. Oh, and obviously no one knows. Not my family, (I fucking lost the bet with my mom but I’ll be dammed if she finds out). And I also didn’t tell my friends, except Andrew. Idk why I didn't tell Sarah or Mark, but at the same time I wanted to keep it low-key... And honestly, they would make so much fun of me😂, not in a cruel way but still, and would judge me so much!!! Especially Sarah, who finds romance to be gross lmao. I have a faint suspicion she is aroace but idk
But, because I did tell Andrew on my way back home, because I knew I wouldn’t stand keeping all of that to myself… Oh god, he hasn't stopped making fun of me and making jokes. I love him, but he is an idiot!! But I knew I could tell him and he would maybe judge me a little, but would also let me vent. We have talked about weirder shit lol
So yeah... That 's it. We have gone out a couple of more times (and kissed😂). And I never thought I'd be one for casual relationships, but I gotta admit it's kinda fun (as long as both people are okay with it!!!). This is probably going to bite me in the ass soon, but I will leave that to future me (yeah, I'm going to regret this, but fuck it :))
this was LITERALLY a movie omg I was just reading it like a novel ahhhhh.
Super proud of you for establishing very clear boundaries, being clear what about what you want and what you don't want. Even prouder of you for doing shit's because it's nice and fun.
GOOD FOR YOU, BABE. GOOD FOR YOU.
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The Queen & The Jester
An Eddie Munson x Female Reader “Choose Your Own Adventure” Story
Author’s Note: Looking for the beginning? CLICK HERE!
You Take Eddie to Bed
“Is that so? Because I-” but you cut him off by firmly planting your mouth over his. You felt the way he dragged in a jagged breath, inhaling your essence as his hands gripped your waist. Sure, you could have pushed him away from the extra skin there but something about the tension in his hands, the way he hauled you tighter made you believe that Eddie wanted to touch as much of you as possible.
Grabbing your ass, Eddie squeezed your bountiful bottom, never letting his lips separate from yours. Pulling you down with him, he flopped back onto your bed, those long legs still planted on the floor. Squealing, you went to push off him, but he wouldn’t let you, “Oh no. I’m not letting you go that easily, babe.”
“I’ll squish you!”
His hand cupped your cheek, pushing sweaty strands of hair out of your face, “Promise?”
Your eyes searched his face, looking for the punchline, waiting for the cruel joke that must be coming. Only, you didn’t find it. What you did see was want, plain and simple, radiating out from the depths of his burnished brown eyes.
Around you the room grew quiet as the last strains of Sting’s chorus faded to nothing and in the new silence you heard the stairs creak. Slamming a hand over Eddie’s mouth you shushed him so your mom wouldn’t know you had snuck a boy into your room. Hopping to your feet you stumbled towards the door just as she turned the knob, “Hey baby! I thought you would be in bed.”
Bracing yourself against her opening the door wider, you faked a yawn, “Still got some work to do but I’m almost finished.”
She reached through the allowed gap and pinched your cheek, “Don’t be up too late. Men don’t like a lady with dark bags under her eyes!”
“Good tip. Goodnight mom.”
And as you started to close the door on her, she stopped, “What’s that smell?”
“Hmm? I don’t, nope, I don’t smell anything.”
“Cigarettes and… beer? Have you been drinking?” Worry washed over your mother’s face replacing her concerns about your physical appearance.
“What? Of course not. I was at-”
“Study group. Yes. Yes, I know. Just-” mom paused again to peer at you through the slim crack you kept open, “-make good choices.”
“Yup. Will do! Ok, night night then.” Shutting the door soundly you rested your back against it, almost out of breath from the anxiety of it all. You motioned at Eddie to sit still, listening hard to your mom’s routine walk from the bathroom to her bedroom, then the click of her light shutting off.
Crossing the floor once more, you flipped the record over, and sat next to Eddie on your bed making it groan, “That was intense.”
It was your turn to throw yourself down on the plush mattress, an arm covering your freshly embarrassed face, “She means well.”
“She says some fucked up stuff, though.”
You didn’t move. You knew it was true. And now Eddie knew it too.
“Don’t, uh, don’t tell anyone. She hasn’t been herself since we lost my dad.”
“Who would listen to me anyway?”
That made a small smile pop up on your face, “Yea, who would, right?”
“Low blow, Queenie!”
“Sorry, you made it too easy, Munson.”
“So, uh, I kinda feel weird now.”
“Oh-”
Something like hurt must have flitted across your features because Eddie immediately backpedaled, “No, no, not about you and me. About being here with your mom right down the hall.”
“I mean-”
“Do you think we could just, I don’t know, like, hang out?”
“You mean not have-”
Laying next to you, Eddie traced a line from your forehead down your nose and then over your lips, nodding. “I don’t need to get into your pants tonight, princess. We got plenty of time for that.”
“We do?” There was a hopeful note in your voice, one you knew Eddie could hear, which you couldn’t hide. Not after tonight.
“Hell yea we do.” Reaching over you, Eddie snagged your pilfered copy of The Lord of the Rings, flipping to the appendixes near the end and started to read to you, “The Tale of Aragorn and Arwen… Arador was the grandfather of the King. His son-”
At some point the sun started to rise. Your stereo softly shouted the static of a finished record and you shifted into the warm shape beside you. Eddie, his chest to your back, was coiled around you, the forgotten book having fallen on the floor sometime in the night.
“Eddie?”
Mumbling into your ear, he wiggled closer, “‘m sleepin’...”
“Psst, Eddie… you gotta wake up, babe.” You whispered, rocking him as gently and urgently as you possibly could.
“No. No way, it’s crazy early.” You knew he was awake but he kept his eyes scrunched tightly shut as if opening them would force him out of bed and into a new day.
Shifting so that you could face him, you kissed the tip of his nose lightly, “If my mom wakes up and sees your shit box in the driveway, we’re both dead.”
Flying open wide, Eddie’s face registered your words, “Fuck.”
Laughing, your morning voice resonant and crackling, “Exactly.”
Swallowing hard, Eddie looked at you closely, blinking in the morning sunlight, “Damn, you’re beautiful in this light, my Queen.”
“And you, Eddie, my jester, are full of shit.” But you were smiling when you said it so he coughed out a small laugh.
“What if I don’t wanna leave you, huh?” He emphasized this position by wrapping his legs through yours and tangling your arms together.
“Then you get to explain tol my mom why I had a boy in my room overnight without telling her.”
“Nothing happened, though!”
Giving him your side-eye, you sassed, “Would you believe me if I told you I spent the night with Eddie Munson and nothing happened?”
“Fair point. Alright, fine. I’ll go… For now.” He added the last part as a warning to you. You weren’t going to be getting rid of Eddie so easily. He had decided that one night with you wasn’t nearly enough and that was just going to be your problem to deal with.
When you finally found both of his enormous Reeboks and handed over the school’s copy of The Lord of the Rings, Eddie was still lingering in your doorway. Hugging him tightly, not wanting to send him away but knowing you had to didn’t make it feel better. Humming into the space where his shoulder met his chest, savoring his warmth, you whined, “Don’t go. I’ll tell my mom something, anything, just stay.”
Lifting your chin so he could see your eyes, Eddie cupped your jaw in his broad hand, “How can I see you again if I don’t go now, huh? And I thought you were the smart one.”
Pushing him away, playful and silly, he grabbed your arms and using your momentum, crashed your lips together. This time, this kiss was meant to steal your soul. Licking hotly into your mouth, Eddie’s hands framed your face, holding you still while he drank in as much of you as he could. Memorizing the drag of your palms over his back, the sweet softness of your sighs, Eddie was all in on making sure this happened again, and again, and again.
When he released you, surveying the dreamy expression on your face, your swollen lips and flaming cheeks, Eddie couldn’t help but take pride in his work. You were a wreck and it was all because of him. Panting heavily, you were about to reattach yourself to Eddie’s beestung lips when you heard the tell-tale sign of your mom stirring upstairs.
Practically shoving him out the door in a panic, you tossed his jacket to him as he descended the front steps, tripping over the garden hose and just barely recovering his footing. You heard the low rumble of his van starting up and once you were sure your mom had gone back to her bedroom, tiptoed up the stairs. Parting your curtains you saw Eddie, sitting in the driver’s seat, looking up at you, a dopey grin plastered on his face.
Blowing you a kiss, you watched as he put the van in reverse and once he gained the street, gunning it as fast as possible.
The Next Day: A New Notebook, Click Here!
The Next Day: Arwen & Aragorn, Click Here!
#eddie munson x plus size reader#eddie munson x reader#Eddie munson fic#eddie my beloved#eddie smut#eddie munson smut
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Just imagining Katsuki (or any of the boys really) being so proud and hyped when you finally land a job you’ve been searching for 5+ months to make me feel better 🥰
Long story short, I FINALLY LANDED A WORK FROM HOME JOB TODAY!!! It’s been a long 5 months and I was feeling dejected but I finally got one that pays decent too.
My husband and my cousin were so hyped for me saying how proud they were but when I told my recently turned very religious mom she said “happy for you, is legit??! Praying 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼” and she sent a voice memo asking why I didn’t tell her yesterday when we FaceTimed and kept it a secret. I told her I found out today but I was so excited and now I feel 🫤, like my own mom, that’s all she had to say? Not even a “proud of you”. She said some other stuff too (not sure how comfortable you are talking about religion) but she made me feel like the hard work I put in wasn’t because I did it. Like it was already determined for me because she was “praying for me this whole time”.
Idk I could say more but I’m gonna sleep and pretend the boys would be super stoked for me and wouldn’t discredit the hard work I put in myself 😌💖
Sweet baby bubs 🖤🖤🖤
That’s exciting and I’m so proud of you! It is HARD to keep trying for months. I relate to this so hard, but let’s keep this about you ;)
“Of course you got the fucking job.” The arms that he had snaked around your waist when he walked in the room tighten. He had waited patiently, chin on your head while you finished your call with your mom. One of the only times he would fall silent rather than defend you, knowing that if he were to join in on the “conversation” that had been echoing through the room…he wouldn’t be able to hold back and you would be the one paying the price for his lost temper in the end. You leaned back into his chest, but said nothing…remnants of your initial excitement flickering feebly after dealing with the suffocating nature that was your mother.
“Proud of you.”
His words tickle at the side of your neck as he peppered kisses from your ear to your collarbone, releasing tension you didn’t realize you were still carrying from the short but seemingly endless phone call.
“Also the idiots are dragging us out for dinner to celebrate.”
You laugh, knowing exactly which idiots and exactly which restaurant because this wouldn’t be the first time Katsuki’s friends bubbled over with excitement for you. Their reactions were always so spastic in their affection and support, while his was steady and unchanging. He was the foundation that their rough hugs and shouts of praise could stand on.
And you…you were the reason he had sent a rare message in the Favorite Idiots group chat in his phone hours ago, after you had called to tell him the news first. He was always eager to share how amazing you were with the people that…annoyingly enough…mattered to him the most. He knew that they were as much your family as he was. He knew that Kirishima’s bruising hugs left you happy although gasping for air. He knew that Kaminari’s shouts and dumb fucking jokes made you giggle…although dunce face needed to learn to keep his fuckin’ hands to himself. He knew Mina’s weird ass public cuddling made you look embarrassed and smothered although you never pulled away.
He just knew they could help fill whatever gaps he couldn’t, so if it meant getting 54 extra stupid messages and having to herd a few drunk heroes into Ubers and guest rooms later tonight…he’d gladly let them ruin his night so he could save yours.
#so so proud and happy when you guys share your wins and victories#let’s celebrate#found families are the best#Lovelovelove#🖤elle#mailbox💥
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Ughhhhh posting this here because I have a tumblr tag instead of a dream journal and usually that’s fine and I’m good posting incredibly personal shit online for various levels of strangers/friends etc but uhhh if we hang out IRL please don’t read this one.
Fucking DEEPLY upsetting and stressful dream today that I’m hoping the details of it don’t mean anything specific.
In the dream I lived in an apartment building instead of my house, but still lived with my partner and one of our actual housemates, just like irl. I think we had a fourth housemate who isn’t our Actual IRL 4th housemate but it wasn’t important for the dream.
What WAS important for the dream is that my existing housemate J kept acting like a creep to me, and then would find excuses to get everyone else out of the house and rape me. Luckily for me this dream was fade-to-black before things Overtly Happened, which is USUALLY but not always the case when I dream things with sexual content. But as dreams do you get the info without the experience and it’s some emotional fuckery either way. But anyhow he would rape me and then after the cut-to-black would taunt me about how no one would believe me, and he threatened me against doing anything to stop him, and the dream kept going through scenarios where I would try to be alone with anyone but him but he would find a way to show up whenever I tried to find someone to help me. And every time someone’s back was turned he’d give me a Look, either evil grin like “haha you thought you could end this” or threatening like “don’t you dare” and idk what was stopping me from telling someone when I was around him from the Logic of the dream but I was just really scared, and when they left and we were alone again he’d cut-to-black rape me again. These scenes were presented back-to-back in the dream but I think they were meant to be spread out over some amount of time. He would let me be totally alone by myself but any time someone showed up or I got someone to come over he’d show up and I’d just have to pretend to be fine and then he’d punish me for trying to get help. He was also making sure I never had my phone when he wasn’t around so I couldn’t call or text anyone about it. At some point in the dream I managed to get my phone somehow and texted my partner “help me” and then J caught me with my phone and that’s around where I woke up.
There was no resolution to the dream and it’s upsetting even writing it down again. I haven’t been particularly extra stressed or depressed or anything lately and in fact have been having a pretty nice week, so I don’t get why I’m having such an awful dream rn. This housemate has never been creepy or threatening to me in ANY way irl and nor has anyone else been that he might have been a stand in for. I’m hoping the reason my brain cast him as the rapist in my dream is just because he’s really good at acting villainous (he’s the DM for one of our dnd games and plays some delightfully fucked up villains and is very good at it), because I don’t know anyone else who has ever given me Evil Grins before so perhaps my brain just needed anyone who I had seen giving an Evil Grin (as most of my dreams are pretty unexpressive when ot comes to people showing emotions)
Ugh and I feel gross and I wish I didn’t remember some of this dream so vividly because even if there was no visual sexual imagery, the whole thing was tinged with power and control and helplessness. I can see his face fucking grinning at me and feel how frozen-in-fear I was in the dream. I am DEEPLY hoping that either the dream will fade by the time I get dressed and go downstairs, or that my expert skills in being Casually At Arms Length will help me not have to Be Weird around J until I can forget all about it.
ETA: god fucking damnit I just remembered I have to go ask him opinions about Craigslist furniture today hope I can look him in the face fml 🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃
On the bright side I’m sleeping over at my moms tonight so hopefully by the time we get to dnd on Sunday I’ll be Normal again
Update: went grocery shopping with partner before he came home so i Became Normal during that time - can apparently continue this Being Normal despite still remembering the dream.
#tag#dream#dreams#folks who don’t see me IRL are ok to read this but if you do please leave a like just so I know who read it
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TodoKami Juvie
Summary:
Repeat offender Denki finds himself in Juvie yet again, and find two new friends along the way.
Request from Ao3
Ao3 Tags:
First Meetings, First Crush, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Marijuana Mention
“Hey, Aizawa. Miss me?” Denki Kaminari grins as he’s handed over to the exhausted-looking guard for another round in some juvenile detention center.
“Maybe if you would stay out of here long enough for me to even consider it, I might.” Aizawa glares as he goes through the motions of getting him booked.
“Aw, you know me.” Denki snickers. “Just couldn’t stay away from Rush’s god-tier food, ya know?”
“I’m sure,” Aizawa mutters, waving him through. “You got friends this time. First timers, try not to spook them.”
“Will do, sir.” The blonde laughs as he’s escorted away.
~~~
“So, what are you in for?” The chatterbox grins after barely sitting down to tell the other two in the room his life story. “Mine was just selling weed.”
His baffled block mates glance at each other but ultimately shrug.
“Sato Rikido.” The most muscular in the room speaks up. “I’m by no means proud of it, but there was this guy that kept coming into my folk’s cafe to order and kept harassing my mom. When she turned him down and explained she was happily married, he went full asshole and suddenly nothing could please this guy. I usually work as a busboy and offered to say something, but she wouldn’t let me.”
He shot a glare into the distance before speaking again. “This last time he made her cry in front of everyone, though, and he was laughing and bragging about it. Between my mom crying and the uncomfortable customers, I saw red and he had a much better lawyer than we can afford, so here I am.”
Denki frowns, brows furrowing.
“Yeah, no, fuck that guy. He had it coming and I hope he gets no bitches,” He decides, turning to the dual-colored boy closer to him before Sato can argue. “What about you?”
“Todoroki Shouto...I didn’t actually do anything, but I guess my father got sick of his puppet not cooperating so wasn’t willing to actually investigate who stole and maxed all of his credit cards. Pretty sure it was my older brother since he showed up again recently with a rap sheet as long as he is tall, but juvie is easier to pay to cover up than adult jail and brother would make as much of a fuss as possible to ruin father’s reputation so here I am.” The quiet boy says with a shrug.
“Todoroki...Todoroki...OH! Touya’s brother, right?” Denki snickers when Todoroki nods in surprise. “Yeah, asshole still owes me money for a gram so I can see it.”
“A...gram?” Todoroki frowns in confusion. “He owes you crackers?”
Denki blinks before bursting out laughing. “Yeah, you definitely don’t belong here. You’re too cute for jail, even child-sized.”
Todoroki just blinks in confusion, but before he can ask any questions, guards are at their door to escort them to their actual beds for the night.
None of them argue it.
With Todoroki used to following orders, Sato being terrified, and Denki still talking Hizashi’s ear off, there was no reason to, so they were probably the easiest group of the night.
Night being the key here.
“Are you sure about this, Denki?” Sato mumbles as he tries to walk as normally as possible with stolen extra chips stuffed in his clothes. “Won’t this get us in more trouble?”
“Nah, man, it’s fine. It’s Toshinori’s rounds and he’s a certified himbo. We’re fine.” Denki shrugs, openly carrying his haul. You said you wanted something salty, and for juvie, this place’s chips are pretty bomb.”
Sato fidgets, panicking a bit when a bag of chips starts to fall. “Shit!”
“Young Kaminari! Young Sato!” The previously mentioned guard booms cheerfully. “Helping deliver snacks?” He smiles, holding up a bag one must have dropped.
“We’re supposed to get snacks?” Sato whispers, falling silent when Denki waves him off with a grin.
“Yup!” Denki grins, holding up the chips proudly. “Taishiro thought we earned it.”
Sato doesn’t recognize the name and realizes Denki was lying, but also that he should probably stay quiet.
“Excellent work then, Young Denki!” Toshinori grins in return. “Keep up the good work!”
As Toshinori walks away, Sato deflates in relief. “You’re crazy.”
“And you’re having fun.” Denki snickers as he continues walking.
Sato hates to admit it, but he is.
He wasn’t expecting to make friends here, but Denki has a gift for steamrolling that.
~~~
“Yo! Todobro! Any news yet?” Denki grins as he slings an arm over the quieter boy’s shoulder when he sees him after mail delivery. “Dabi fess up?”
“Dabi? Oh, right. Brother’s street name.” Todoroki hums with a shake of his head, hoping his growing hair covers his flushed ears. He was not used to receiving positive attention,, but something about the hyper blonde had his stomach twisting in knots and he didn’t know how to even begin asking about it. “Dabi is eager to confess, but father is working to get it closed and erased. Apparently being a legacy is making something harder for once.”
Denki notices the small smirk on Todoroki’s face and snickers.
“Thinking of taking Dabi up on his take-down effort?” He hums, leaning more into the other boy’s space and finally noticing his face getting red. “You okay? I know one of the groups has the flu going around, but they’re usually pretty good about wiping down the yard between us.” Denki questions, holding his palm to Todoroki’s forehead and feeling him get warmer. “Dude!”
Todoroki blinks, not knowing how to act normal about his heart trying to escape his chest and silently cursing private tutors and homeschooling for it.
“Todo?” Denki questions when he’s just blinked at owlishly.
“Pretty.” Todoroki finally mumbles, silently delighting in Denki joining him in being flustered.
“Huh?” Denki squeaks.
“You’re pretty,” Todoroki replies bluntly with a small smile before his eyes widen happily. “Oh, is that why my chest feels funny? It got worse when you blushed too.”
Denki, juvie hardened criminal that he is not , makes another embarrassed noise but smiles dopily all the same. “You’re not too bad yourself.”
Denki wasn’t expecting to leave this round with a new friend and a boyfriend, but he wasn’t going to complain.
#todokami#bnha todoroki#todoroki shouto#bnha kaminari#denki kaminari#satou rikidou#bnha satou#bnha#mha#marijuana mention#mha fluff
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Just a fantasy