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moongothic · 4 months

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Crocodad AU where immidiately after having left Dragon and his baby boy Crocodile finds an 11 year old Robin. And while he's 100% only recruiting her so they can make a beeline for the Poneglyph and Pluton in Alabasta by the two of them... Crocodile accidentally sorta kinda adopts Robin.

At this point Robin's been running for her life from the Government for three years so her deep trust issues and fear of betrayal are starting to take root in her little heart. Like perhaps they haven't taken fully over yet, and being still a child I'm sure Robin might've still had that genuine hope that she could find a safe place to stay in. But I'm sure the though of "what'll he'll do with me once he gets what he wants?" would be nagging at her at the back of her mind. Meanwhile Crocodile's struggling between the pain and hurt he's already gone through and given him his trademark trust issues, as well as the aftermath of The Dragodile Divorce. But he also has his Fresh Paternal Instincts and probably misses his baby. So when given a small, scared child who is running for her life, being chased by the very same Government that'll want his son dead if they ever find out about him... Yeah that might fuck with your brain a little

You know this post was supposed to be just that first paragraph and just a few footnotes from the following two paragraphs. And then I kept on Having Thoughts. And I kept on writing them down. And oh no what happened when did this post get so long (Look I was going to either kept on writing my Additional Thoughts in the tags or I just put them in the actual fucking post)

Like considder this: based on this one SBS, we can kinda tell that if Crocodile was given a chance to raise a child, that child would be a spoiled little shit, right

So in this scenario, where Crocodile's looking after lil Robin, would he be kind of torn? Unsure how to feel about her?

Because on one hand, this strange child would have the potential to not only ruin his plans, strip him of his Shichibukai Privileges by outing him and his plans to the World Government, but also put his son in grave danger by extension (if she found out about him having been involved with the Revolutionaries and/or having a child). But on the other hand, his paternal instincts could make him want to spoil this poor little girl rotten. But only because he needs to (perhaps literally) buy her trust so she'll behave. No other reason, he doesn't feel sorry for her one bit, no sirree. (But maybe he did feel sorry for her, since his son could very well end up exactly like her. Poor little thing) (Which is why he needs to nuke Marijoa out of orbit as soon as possible, no matter the cost, and this child can't get in the way of Crocodile protecting his son) (But also this is a child. Like how bad could she be. Besides all he really needs to do to win her trust is be nice and make her feel safe, right?)

Of course, while I'm suggesting Crocodile could have some parental instincts, realistically, he hasn't actually spent any time being, you know, a father to a child (looking after his newborn for an unknown though short amount of time aside), so it's possible he wouldn't even know how to parent Robin even if he wanted to, would he? (Like taking care of a newborn and an 11 year old kid aren't the same either) So if he was kind of just emotionally flipflopping between No Trusting Ever and It's Just A Kid for God's Sake, Crocodile trying to be nice to Robin to make her feel safe and then telling himself to stop being so soft and vunerable... Yeah that would make for an absolute mess of a relationship. (Not to mention, let's be real, dude's a scary motherfucker too, and a bloody giant compared to itty bitty baby Robin. He could keep on accidentally scaring the shit out of Robin (who would be On Fucking Edge To Begin With) by just Being Himself. Like for example, can you fucking imagine if he caught Robin trying to cheer herself up with a little "dereshishishi" only to tell her to stop because "it was stupid"? 'Cause I can imagine him doing that, and boy howdy would that make Robin feel bad)

Or who knows, maybe Crocodile was just Born To Be A Dad, maybe he just Fucking Gets It. Like Crocodile is canonically pretty good at manipulating people to do what he wants them to do (see: how he played Vivi like a fiddle), so knowing Robin's position and understanding how she feels, maybe he COULD completely nail how she needed to be treated. Not being too familiar but still making her feel safe and happy, knowing exactly when to be stern and when to spoil her, etc. Dude just goes off and wins the Dad of the Year Award while being a deadbeat dad himself. The only thing Crocodile would have to worry about then would be making sure HE doesn't get too fond of her. And certainly that could never happen, he's so in-touch with his own feelings and so grounded, he's not a softie, get outta here. Or maybe he does but never realizes until it's too late and good luck backpedalling on those emotions now dumbass

Alright so, the reason I went on that whole rmble is just that like. I'm so interested in the relationship Robin and Crocodile already have in canon. I'm so facinated and curious about how the two feel about each other, considdering they did spend 4 whole years of their lives together as criminal business partners, though neither ever trusted the other. A partnership that was only ended because Robin betrayed Crocodile, out of her own trauma. (God, I want to see these two "reunite" so bad, I want to know how they feel about each other now after the timeskip and Robin joining the idiot in flipflops who foiled Croc's plans)

My question here is just that... if they had met 13 years earlier, would things have been different? Especially if Crocodad Real? Because as I mentioned in the begining, Robin would've been on the run for only 3 years by this point, as opposed to 16 years before running into Crocodile. Simultaneously, this would be before Crocodile went onto spend an entire decade all alone, slowly losing his marbles in his emotional solitude. They'd both be emotionally traumatized, yes, but would it have been as bad in this scenario? Like I did start this post kind of joking about Crocodile adopting Robin, and for clarity's sake I don't think they'd have like a father-daughter relationship nececarily. But it would be a strange relationship still, because we'd have two broken people, both struggling to trust anyone. One who had lost her mother and her only friends, leaving her all alone and afraid while running for her life. The other a father who had just given up his son whom he probably missed dearly. Both having these holes in their hearts from loss of family, holes that could not be filled with replacements. But could they find comfort in each other anyway, because they still as people occupy similar roles to their respective loved ones? If they both could just get over those trust issues?

Okay I've been going off on the Emotional Side Of Things for this AU Concept, THERE'S PLOT TOO

So if Crocodile did pick Robin up like 19 years ago, that should be before he set up base in Alabasta, long before he had built is homebase and financial empire etc.

Now the thing is, while we don't know when, where and how Crocodile learned about the Ancient Weapons, Pluton specifically and how the lead on it would be in Alabasta... Considdering Crocodile did once upon a time aim to become Pirate King, it would make perfect sense if he had learned about Poneglyphs during his past adventures, as he would have needed to get the Road Poneglyphs to find One Piece. And while the World Government did bury the truth about why Ohara had been burned down and why Robin had been given her bounty (remember, the WG claimed it was because she had sunken a fleet of battleships, which she had not, it was because she could read the Poneglyphs), considdering this is a Crocodad AU specifically, you could totally make an argument Crocodile could've learned about what actually happened to Ohara from Dragon and co. So, just to make this AU work, you could just assume Crocodile learned about the concept of the Ancient Weapons from Dragon. And who knows, maybe he overheard the truth about why Robin had been given her bounty from Dragon too (maybe Dragon was able to get intel from Garp in secret) or while going to Marijoa himself to attend a Shichibukai meeting or something IDK.

Maybe he learned about Pluton being in Alabasta before finding Robin by accident, and maybe they made a beeline for Alabasta the second Croc recruited Robin. Travelling takes time and the guy would've most likely had to find an Eternal Pose to Alabasta just to get there (also canonically Robin didn't enter the Grand Line until her 20s so they should've met in West Blue probably, since that's where Ohara was) Or maybe Crocodile had to haul Robin around for a few months while looking for That Missing Piece of Information that would lead him to Alabasta. (Imagine the two travelling from like island to island, library to library, Crocodile trying to find that leads while Robin's just so excited about ALL THESE BOOKS (she's helping too with the research) (but to her, research is playtime, so she's just having the time of her life) (Also, notice how Crocodile's Theoretical Child is a fucking loser ass nerd? Yeah Crocodile would encourage Robin reading and studying, surely. And that would be fucking cute))

But like, once they set sail to Alabasta...

Sure, Crocodile could try to do it The Slow Way that we know he tried in canon, building trust and creating his little empire etc. But also, in canon, Crocodile couldn't have jumped into action head first because without Robin, even if he had found the Poneglyph he couldn't have read it and found the location of Pluton. Crocodile choosing to do it the slow way may have been partially because he didn't have much of a choise and it could've felt like the smarter move long-term.

But in this scenario, he already has Robin. Yes, he could do it the slow, secure way.

But what'd be there stopping him from infiltrating Cobra's palace and kidnapping him (in the night, when nobody suspects a thing), demanding Cobra to spill the beans lest Crocodile kills him and/or his pregnant wife* (*Vivi was born 10 months after Luffy so depending on how long it's been between Crocodad leaving Luffy behind and this scenario... Yeah either the wife is there, still pregnant, or there's a newborn Baby Vivi)

Like it'd be a risky move but depending on how ballsy Croc's feeling and how confident he feels in being able to kidnap the king without being noticed... Yeah he could probably do it. And I'm sure he'd have no problem killing Cobra either, if anything it'd be required if he didn't want the Government to find out he was out to find Pluton, and god knows Cobra would tell on Crocodile if left alive. I could see Crocodad being maybe a little iffy about killing Baby Vivi though (it's not like the newborn baby could report him to the WG anyways), but if nothing else, he just needs to be able to pull off the bluff of his life to convince Cobra to do as he's told. And we all know Crocodile's good at convincing people.

The only question is, how would Robin take that?

Watching Crocodile go into Full Murder Mode, hearing him say he'd kill a pregnant woman/a newborn baby if he didn't get what he wanted? Like yeah, I'm sure 11 year old Robin would be fine with that, that wouldn't make any alarm bells go off in her head at all, it'd be fiiiine. IT WOULD NOT BE FINE, SHE'D BE SCARED SHITLESS. That fear of "what will he do with me when he gets what he wants"? Well, Robin may not have found the answer to that question in particular, but she certainly found the answer to the opposite question, and it's not good

So say Cobra, kidnapped (perhaps with Baby Vivi) by Crocodile in the night, guides the two to the Poneglyph under the tombs. Crocodile puts Cobra out of his misery because he's not needed anymore. And he asks Robin to read the Poneglyph for him.

Robin, who has spent the last little while, be it weeks or months with Crocodile, him having become her "guardian", the thing keeping her safe. Crocodile, who has now shown how cold blooded and cruel he can be. Robin, who might be scared out of her mind. Of him.

And the Poneglyph says Pluton, the thing Crocodile wants, isn't there. It's in Wano.

What's she going to do?

EDIT: I wrote a sequel post, enjoy

#Moon posting #OP Meta #Sir Crocodile #Crocodad #Nico Robin #THIS POST WAS AN ACCIDENT. I DON'T KNOW HOW THIS HAPPENED. WHY DID I WRITE THIS. WHAT DEMON POSSESSED ME #I'm sure someone's written this already right #Right #Surely this fanfic already exists #Please tell me it exists #I dunno what to tell you I am not immune to a Juicy AU #Anyway on a more wholesome side of things: Robin accidentally calling Crocodile ''dad'' and he just inhales and swallows his whole cigar #Nearly chockes to death. Gets burns on his throat.#Robin feeling less alienated because of her DF ability because Croc has seen weirder AND is made of sand himself #If anything if they're literally by themselves then Robin being able to literally lend a hand to Croc at any time could be extremely useful #Like. In regular life situations. 'Cause Croc only has one hand. And Robin as many as she wants. Perfect duo.#(Also if they were travelling on like a small ship then it'd probably be built for a Tall Motherfucker like Croc right)#(Robin's ability would just make the ship more accessible to her and Croc would find that independence good)#Robin still gets a codename because Croc can't have anyone realize who she is. Maybe she even wears like a mask or summin' in public #If Crocodile's openly trans and the news of him transitioning recently broke out. Like. No avoiding that convo eh #Baby Robin's like ''...I read in a book once that some reptiles can change sex but I didn't know crocodiles could do it too''#''💦.../Humans/ can't do that normally either''#''Hmmmm. Weird. I don't think being a girl would suit you though'' // ''...I'll take that as a compliment''#I just. I think they could have really cute interactions if they warmed up to each other after a little while #And I'm Extremely Normal about that

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belching-bellies · 1 year

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Pizza Date

This is a kink fic! If you're not into the things listed below, it's probably not going to be for you

Contains: burping, belly rubs, mild stuffing, brief alcohol mention, gender-neutral narrator

James and I did go on our real date, and it was so much better than I expected it to be. And I had pretty high expectations. He's so sweet and being with him makes me so happy.

Since then, we've been spending a lot of time together, and it's been great. Physical touch is both of our love languages, and with the amount of cuddling and physical affection, I feel like I'm not touch-starved for the first time in my life.

I haven't told him that I have a thing for his burps, but sometimes when we're cuddling I'll rub his belly and feel the gas rush up into his chest. He usually stifles the belches but I always wish he didn't.

Tonight, we have a date planned. It's gonna be pretty lowkey -- I'm just going over to his place for dinner and a movie. The relationship is still new, so I still get occasional butterflies around him. I want to surprise him, so I stop by the store on the way and pick up a 12-pack of beers. Knowing him, we'll probably finish it by the end of the night.

I get to his apartment and he greets me at the door with a kiss. I resist the urge to push him up against the wall right then -- that can wait until later.

"So what kind of pizza do you want?"

"I like pepperoni but I don't really care. What do you want to get?"

James smiles at me, "It's up to you. I'm getting myself a second pizza."

I look at him in disbelief.

"What?" he says, "you don't think I can eat a whole pizza on my own?"

"I would like to see you try," I tease, but he doesn't know that I would in fact like that very much.

James puts in the order for two pizzas, and we break out the beers while we wait for the food to arrive. Both of us have empty stomachs, so we start to feel a little tipsy after just a couple drinks. We're cuddling on the couch, and I place my hand on his chest. When he drinks, I can feel the fizzy liquid traveling down through his esophagus.

James has never been shy, and he's letting out small burps every so often. Occasionally, I'll respond to one of his belches by patting his stomach lightly.

The pizza eventually does arrive, and when Jason stands up, the movement shakes loose a respectable belch:

"buhh-UURRRRPP"

I'm glad he's walking away by then, because I'm definitely blushing.

James comes back about five minutes later with two pizzas: a pepperoni for me and a supreme for him.

"I've gotta say, James, I will be impressed if you can actually finish this whole pizza"

He grins back at me. "Challenge accepted."

He eats a lot faster than I do, and I wonder if his stomach will be feeling okay later. I think about saying something about slowing down, but I don't. By the time I'm done with my second slice, he's nearly halfway through his pizza.

James sets down his fifth slice, places a hand on the upper part of his belly, and leans back on the couch, breathing a little more shallowly than before.

"You feeling okay, babe?"

"Yeah, I just..." he raises his beer to his lips, takes a couple swallows, then lets out the loudest burp I've ever heard come from him.

"hhhuuUUUURRRRRgghUUUUURRRPPP"

He lets out a sigh of relief, then looks at me. "I- *uurrp* I fucking needed that"

I put my hand on his belly. I can feel it grumbling, struggling to cope with the speed at which he's eating. He hiccups a couple times, then lets out a soft burp. I give his belly a couple of pats, then return to my own beer.

He picks up his slice to continue working on it, but now it's my turn to belch. I can feel the carbonation working its way through my stomach, and I try to stifle the burps behind my fist.

"You know, you don't have to be embarrassed about burping around me. I've been doing it more than you have"

I know this, and I want to tell him that it's different because I'm into it, but I hold myself back. But to prove that I understand his point, I jiggle my belly and work up the biggest belch I can. James nods, looking amused, and cuddles closer to me. I notice that his hand comes to a rest on my slightly bloated belly, and for a second, I wonder if that's on purpose.

The rest of the night goes by uneventfully. We keep eating and drinking, and by the time the movie ends, James has nearly finished his whole pizza. He's slowed down considerably, and as he finishes the second to last slice I can tell his stomach is a lot more bloated than it was an hour ago. He's letting out little burps every couple minutes, ones I can only hear because we're so close together.

"One more slice, you got this babe."

We're both just past tipsy, and I'm feeling a little impulsive.

"I bet I can finish a slice faster than you" This isn't a fair competition, but Jason is competitive and I know he's going to accept. I go easy on him, but I'm still surprised when he beats me.

He lets out a sick-sounding burp through his last bite, then groans and lays back on the couch.

"Okay, I gotta admit that was impressive." I'm telling the truth, but I don't mention that it also turns me on.

James doesn't respond, just grabs my hand and places it on his full, rounded belly. I get the hint, and I start gently rubbing it. I slip my hand under his shirt. The skin feels taut, and I can feel the beer sloshing inside of him every time he repositions. I feel out his stomach with my palms, occasionally pressing into a particularly tight spot. Sometimes, I can feel the trapped gas rush upwards into his throat and then come out as a satisfying-sounding belch.

Eventually, James' burps start to slow down, and I lay down behind him, spooning him, hand on his belly. We eventually fall asleep like that, bellies full, cuddling on his couch.

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saltydkdan · 4 months

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Are the JoJo's icebergs fun to work on? They look like a blast to edit and write! (If a bit of a large workload)

The Jojo Iceberg has been... interesting. On one hand yes! It has been a blast to work on in some senses! It taught me a lot about writing, and research, while also allowing me the freedom to experiment with editing and injecting my humor into scripted stuff in a more organic way. I feel like with each chunk of the series I've posted thus far, I've shown more and more confidence over time.

Plus you are right!! Once the audio editing is done, working on visual edits and gags is a blast. Sure it takes time, but I have a weird love for making smooth video edits for people to watch (even though like 50% of the people that view those videos probably just listen to em like a podcast without looking at it haha).

So that sort of stuff, yes! That's been a blast, and I've learned a TON that I'd never take back for the world!

However on the flipside, logistically this project was a nightmare from day one LOL. And this is the part where I try to dissuade anyone from EVER working on a longer project like this because god damn it's been a pain at times.

Keep in mind, the script (as it stands) is nearly 200 pages. That is the longest scripted work I've ever helped write in my entire life, and when I started I was NOT that experienced as a writer whatsoever. I'm a bit better now, but at times I still struggle.

I made the horrible decision to never put a cap on the script. For every new fact I learned, even if it wasn't a part of the original plans for the video, I would add it to the pile. No matter what it was. I was committed to making it as long as I thought it needed to be, not as long as it probably SHOULD have been to get done in a reasonable amount of time.

I did all this for a deep passion for the source material, and even after the final part comes out early this year, I plan on going back and correcting the very few mistakes or miswordings I had in the original videos when I put them all together in one MEGA video.

But that passion for Jojo is a blessing and a curse, and I hadn't realized how long a project like this would take me amidst all the other big projects like Friendlocke and HYHA.

Full disclosure, the script was first started in December of 2020. That's nearly 3-4 YEARS AGO by now. If I knew that putting all this together would take that long, I probably wouldn't have committed to it in the way that I did. In that time, I probably could have put out a TON of shorter stuff, but I was so committed to this that I just didn't and that very much hurt my channel in the long term.

Though to be real, I haven't worked on it consistently, I tend to jump on and off between projects to avoid burnout. However still, by the time it's all done, the Jojo Iceberg combined together will most likely be the longest piece of content on my channel (yes, potentially longer than Friendlocke Season 3, I estimate that it'll probably come out to around 6 hours in length if I don't cut anything down).

It's because of this that after this is all out there? I plan to NEVER tackle something this long ever again. Friendlocke and Jojo have drained my bones, and all I wanna do these days is work on shorter stuff. Though I guess in that sense, this project has really helped teach me a lot about the sort of stuff I want to make. So in a way, even the negatives have positives! There's always something you can take away with, even if your experience had some downsides.

Looking at such a long script and doing some math, it's made me realize that like... damn. I could DEFINITELY do shorter videos way more consistently in the future. And so that's what I plan to do :)

So yeah! Some positives and negatives. But overall, I learned a lot and that's all I could ever ask for.

Thanks for your question! Have a good one!

#saltydkdan #salty asks #jojos bizarre adventure

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rwby-encrusted-blog · 2 months

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???: Hello? Who are you?

Ruby: I ... My Name's Ruby.

???: That's a lovely Name, you share it with my younger daughter. Where are you?

Ruby: I- I- ... You sound familiar ...

Summer: *Walking into view* What do you-

Ruby: ... Mom?

Summer: RUBY?!?!

Ruby: *Tearing up* MOM!

Summer: *Also Crying* RUBY!

They rush together, holding each other close, hugging so tight it had to be painful.

Summer: How- Why Are you here? You shouldn't- I-

Ruby: Mom, I'm sorry- I'm sorry- I did my best-

Summer: Ruby, Take a Breathe, and if anyone should be apologizing it's me. What Happened? Why are you here?

Ruby: I- I followed my dream of becoming a Huntress- I got into Beacon Early-

Summer: You What?

Ruby: I .. Got into Beacon ... Early?

Summer: Do you know what Ozpin's Deal is?

Ruby: I know that The Maidens and the Girl in The Tower are real. That and The Girl that fell through the world.

Summer: *Pinching her nose, clearly upset and worried* Okay. Is that why you're here.

Ruby: We- we were getting the Staff of Creation while Salem was actively attacking Atlas, and we made a path to Vacuo.

Ruby: Me, Yang, and our Teammates - and a Friend - Fell off the Path into the Ever After.

Summer: ... So the Jabberwocker got you?

Ruby: N-No ... Someone we fought along the way wanted me dead so ... she made me give Up. I drank her tea, which had a leaf in it- I-

Summer: You weren't killed?

Ruby: .. Not ... I ...

Ruby: *Crying again* I- I decided not to be me anymore ...

Summer: *Holding her cheek, also crying again* Oh, Ruby, I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry you got caught up in all this. I'm sorry I couldn't stop Salem for you- I tried, and I'm sorry I failed. I'm sorry you chose to end your life ... But ... You haven't. Not yet.

Ruby: What do you mean?

Summer: You ... Aren't dead. You're ascending. Somewhere between Life and Death. You can still live.

Ruby: How? After every way I failed everyone-

Ruby: I made Atlas Fall! I Watched a Friend Die right in front of me Because I wasn't fast enough! Another friend sacrificed herself to save others, and She'd already Died once! Hell! My best friend since Day one got stuck here for half his lifetime, and now probably hates me!

Ruby: I've Gotten people Killed Mom! What good are Silver Eyes if I'm not good enough to save people without them!

Summer: ... Ruby. Did your plans fail because they were bad or because people got in the way of them? Have people died because you got them killed or because you were exhausted and got blindsided?

Summer: I don't know how old you are, but I'm guessing you can't drink yet, given how long I think it's been.

Summer: You're young. Just over half my age at most.

Summer: You got your hands on a Relic?

Ruby: On the Lamp and the Staff, but Salem stole them back, and she's got a maiden on her side.

Summer: Ruby, I never even saw the Relics. I never met a Maiden. I was born into a quiet life, and disappeared, with the amount of people knowing where I was able to be counted a hand that's lost three fingers.

Summer: You have gone so far and beyond what I did. I- I don't know that full story, obviously, but it feels like you're putting all the blame on yourself. You're amazing. You're strong, and smart, and kind.

Summer: Ruby Ginosa Rose. You are my Daughter, and I love you. I don't know what you have to do, but please, please don't let go of yourself completely just yet.

Ruby: ...

Summer: I can only imagine how hard it's been on you, But I trust you to pull through. You've gotten help if you've got a team at your back. Even if you don't, someone else will. Try and find the people that would keep walking after you fall and try to team up with them. you'll make even bigger strides together.

Ruby: ... Thanks Mom. I ... I needed to hear that. Thank you.

Summer: ...

Ruby: ... Yang's got a girlfriend!

Summer: That's great to know Ruby, But I think it's time for you to head back out.

Ruby: *Beginning to fade from this place* Yeah, YEah! I can do this, The world can do this! Thanks Mom! Love you!

Summer: I love you too rosebud, and Tell Yang I miss and Love her a lot too!

Ruby: *Continuing to fade*

Summer: Oh and one more thing!

Ruby: *Almost gone to the Blacksmith* Hmm?

Summer: If I see you within the next Fifty Years You are grounded Missy!

Ruby: *Fully disappearing* You got it Mom-

#rwby #ruby rose #summer rose #rwby volume nine #rwby volume 9 #greenlight volume 10

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agirlwholovesrockstars · 17 days

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don't you forget about me

☆ EDDIE MUNSON'S MASTERLIST ☆

❣ AGATHA'S MAIN PAGE ❣

๑ Summary : will you be true to your word that you won't forget about Eddie when both of you stood on your ground with your hopes and dreams succeeded?

๑ Word Count : idk if y'all like longer fics, but I'm just eyeballing it on the right amount, I'm so excited for this one hehe

๑ Warnings : 18+ Songwriter!Eddie Munson x Popstar!FEM!reader, cursing, use of y/n, highschool classmates, set in modern era (but with 80's aesthetics) Eddie is (21), reader is (20), Eddie is also very shy doesn't know how to express he feels but he cares, reader is jittery and rambles when she's nervous! VERY CUTE! I promise :))

๑ What to Expect : friends to lovers, unrequited feelings, FLUFF! this can be slightly awkward but I am a woman of my word it would be absolutely adorable!

๑ Note To Reader : I just had this idea that Eddie and reader while reunite after so many years later and they both can't handle that their friendship has never changed! it's still pretty rock solid! 😭🫶🏻✨

๑ Author Note : I worship John Hughes films, so, you know the drill! 😉 and um- sorry if I'm bringing myself some of my fics in this but the beginning happened to me in real life, so, yes, I miss that specific person (yeah the same guy that had a crush on for 10 fucking years 😃👍🏻) I haven't seen him since 2018 👀

"Stop- what are you doing?!" you said to him while having a breathy laugh

He smirks as he looks at you within his eyelashes as he tries to hold you still while writing something down on the back of your hand

"Eddie, this is ridiculous" you say to him as you shook your head sideways but a fond smile is sitting on your lips as you glanced at your back a bunch of students are hollering in excitement for the school year end because knowing damn well that whatever he is written down on your hand it will not stay, it would be easily removed once you took a bath when you get home

But, you don't mind it anyways, you smile at him as you watch him curiously as you can see his lips muttering different words under his breath as he writes

"You're the one who is being ridiculous" he says to you not looking at your eyes yet

You chuckle at his reply as you playfully roll your eyes at him

"There" he says as he brings back the cap of his blue ballpen, you heard it with a click

You bring your hand close to your face as you read what it says

"Don't let anyone else stop you for following your dream"

you lightly giggle when some of the words are not aligned as it goes wonky down on the back of your hand but still it's nice and you liked it

"Don't forget about me when you get famous with your singing career" he leans forward to get close to you, so, you could hear him clearly

The hallways are filled with whooping and screaming in excitement of students that are cheering for the school year end, Eddie chortled at the sight of it

You missed the way he looks at you

You raised your head as you flash him a sweet adoring smile as you nod

You shyly taken a back from his words of encouragement that really meant true as you judge by his tone

You snort "Okay, Eddie"

A smile tugs to his lips as he leans his back on the railing as he spoke again "I mean it, Y/N"

You look back at him and you directly look into his eyes

"Just don't ever forget about me, okay?"

It's very heartwarming to you that he is so kind "Of course, I will never forget about you, Eddie"

How would you ever forget Eddie Munson?

When he's the only one guy in your school campus who is so respectful towards you?

That was 2016, nine years ago

You've been classmates since 7th grade and even though you don't both have the same section from 8th grade and 9th grade

You still see each other and interacted a little

You kinda wish that he was still your classmates all those years

Sometimes, though, you winced at the memories when you're with him, you cringe at it at how you make things weird and awkward

You hate it when you get all so jumpy and nervous around him, I mean- it's just Eddie but the problem is that he doesn't know that you just realized it back in 8th grade that you finally figured it out that you developed feelings for him

You both weren't exactly close

Yeah, both of you tease each other and make fun and silly jokes sometimes

Yes, you both have a few conversations and slightly deeper talks about both of your families when your teacher on P.E class partnered the both of you together for the dance project

That's the only time that you ever both talked real to each other

That little moment, until now is still vivid to you

But still, you're not that close to him

He was just a good friend or maybe just a good classmate that you had

You encountered him again back in 2018 when both of your paths crossed while being on the escalators

You noticed him first but before you call out to him, you made sure that it was him because you moved on to another school after 9th grade, so, pretty much something's have changed but him?

He never did, he is still stylish as ever and so are you

But of course, both of you grew up

You're now already looking at him and you expect him to notice you, so, you didn't do anything at first and when you both finally met in the middle of the escalator and he is still doesn't saw you on the other side and he is mere inches close to you and you're too fucking shy to call his name out, you tried to tap on the handles to make a sound but no to avail, as you had no choice but to say his name

"Eddie!"

He whipped his head around the second you call him

He smiles and leans back forward as the both of you stare at each other

You shyly wave at him as you duck your head down to look at where you're going

From the corner of your eye, you saw him reached at the end of the escalator, his eyes still locked on you

But goddamn, it's 2024, you're 20 and he's 21

Both of you are college students now

Your feelings for him remained the same way and all of the crushes that you had from elementary to highschool

He's the only one ever to take over your heart this long

So long that sometimes, you wonder, if you try to confess it, so, it will be all over

But isn't that embarrassing? since well....

You haven't seen him since what?!? 2018???

2018 was the last time you ever saw him

You also haven't talked to him for years

Besides, seeing him on his Instagram profile but that doesn't count

But you did some risky stuff and you made such a big deal out of it because you're too overreacting with your giddy feelings for him

Like for instance

You complimented him on his Instagram stories in 2021 and he only heart reacted on it

You greeted him on his birthday for the first time ever in 2022 (you're wishing that he won't find it weird that you know his birthday and you hoped that he still remembers that he also wrote on your slambook back in 7th grade, that's why you knew) you also send your pictures with him from the field trip that you both had in 8th grade

And that right there, you received a message

A message that is so short but so endearing and it really means a lot to you

He says that he is sorry for not reaching out to you after all of those years passed and he is glad that you hadn't changed ever since then and he appreciates and he is so grateful for the highschool memories that you both had together

Even it's just a short amount of period at that time

2023, you greeted him again on his birthday but he only said thank you

You kinda hoped that he'll message you

But, girl- thank god that you aware of the term called "reality check" because why would he message you all of the sudden since that you both didn't knew very well

You sigh in hopelessly romantic manner wishing that he'll talk to you someday

Yeah, a smile grows on your lips all the time when you always receive a notification that he likes your posts

Damn, only a notification from him already lightens up your day

How fucking great, that's how pathetic it is

"5 minutes then you're good to go!"

Okay, fast forward from your train of thoughts, right- you got a show to run

You're a popstar now and you made it like you always wanted to be

Despite, everyone from your school bullies tries to pull you down

Eddie

Eddie is the only one who believed in you and supported you all the way even both of your lives are different now than before

While in the autograph signing table

"You're such an inspiration!" A young girl said as she beams up as she watches you sign up of your portraits photograph

"Thank you so much, sweetie! I'm very happy to hear that, did you had fun?"

She aggressively nods as she starts bopping up and down on her heels in excitement, you chuckled at that and you gave back the signed picture of yours to her as she gives you huge smile as she takes her leave

You didn't noticed the next person as you start signing

"As you walk on by, will you call my name?"

The sound of the person's voice is too unreal for you to hear and to register of what you just heard as you paused on what you're doing as you slowly raise your head up at the person who is standing in front of the table across from you as you gasp that you thought you're not going to see him again after 2018

But, now, here, he is finally once again

You've always dreamed about this

You've always wanted this to happen

It's unbelievable

You know that face and voice and that iconic smirk on him as you take him in

"Eddie?" You're still gasping in shock as you cupped your mouth in surprise as you look around you and your eyes are twinkling as he looks down on you in adoration and now the other fans that are waiting in line are getting curious and they flash you a smile as they relished and witness the reunion of the both of you

He grins as he nods as he shoved his hands onto his pockets "Ah- she remembers me!" You giggled to his classic antics

He hasn't changed

You could hear everyone who is asking, the buzzing "who is he?" "omg- they knew each other?!?" "wait- maybe he is the guy from her songs!"

You're too overwhelmed from all of this that you almost forget that you have to sign all of the pictures

You motion for him to lean down as you say "Can you wait for me backstage?"

He smiles "Yeah, sweetheart- I'll meet you there"

You sheepishly smile at him again as you gave him access that made everyone eyes goes wild, the crowd seems to go nuts over it

And by that the following question had been like this

"Who is the lucky guy?"

"Why is he getting the special treatment?"

"Is he your boyfriend?"

You don't give them all the personal information from your life and all the details but you confirmed that he is the guy from your songs and you love how your fans squealed and get thrilled from this

After an hour, the show is over and you bid goodbye to your fans and thank them for attending, you stretch your arms out and massage your neck as you exhale as you headed into the backstage

"Y/N's a star now" he leans his back on the wall as he smiles at you

He says the moment you moved the curtains on the side as you snort at his comment

You went into the small comfort room as you change your clothes into much more relaxing attire

"Hey, Eddie, I hope you didn't get bored for waiting"

"Nah, I don't mind it- sweets"

Once you get dressed, you open the door, so, you can talk to each other as you start to remove your makeup with a cotton pad as you double cleanse with rinsing it thoroughly

He watches you put a tinted lip balm on your lips, he swallows as he hangs his head low for a while

You groan at the hairstyle that you had earlier but you absolutely loved it getting all glammed up but you're just so tired and wanting to get this everything off so you can get to rest

Both of you kept talking but you didn't notice how he looks at you and watches your every move from removing the pins and hair ties from your hair from brushing it and you let your hair down as you grab your shoulder bag

He is so entranced by you like as you do too

Only if he knew

And only if you knew

His daze has cut off the time when you're literally now in front of him, he snapped out of it when he tries to recall of what you just asked him

"Do you want to walk outside?"

"Y-Yeah sure, come on, let's go"

You told your crew that you'll be back and you look out for them and always saying thank you for getting the job done

The walk was.....pleasing....but too quiet for you

It seems like Eddie can read your thoughts as he finally spoke up

"How many years had passed?"

A knowing smile is showing onto your features as you glanced at him

"9 years"

He raises both of his eyebrows "Damn" as he chuckles in disbelief

"Yeah" the smile still lingers on your lips

"Did you get to do it?"

"Do what?"

"Your band? Corroded Coffin?"

There's a glint on his eyes as he stops to his tracks as he stares at you for a moment

"What?" You ask him in confusion

"Nothing, it's just- you still remember that?" He tilts his head at you as he squints his eyes

"Well, of course! you told me not to forget about you, right?"

"You're always true to your word, sweetheart, I like that for you"

You both sat down on the bench in front of the fountain as you watch random kids playing

He sighs but he notices that you're awaiting for his answer as you quirk an eyebrow at him as he snorts

"Uh, no- Jeff, Gareth and Me, played for 4 to 5 years, I think? We had a blast but I realized that being a rockstar, it's not for me permanently"

"But, I thought you always wanted to be rockstar"

"Yeah, well, we got a record deal for a while-"

"What?!? Really?!?"

He chuckles to your excitement as you turn your whole body facing to him

"Yup, and we- uh- did a little tour here and there but, it just felt like that's not what I was looking for" he shrugs as he looks down as he starts to fidget his rings

You notice that, you always do, it's his nervous habit, you smile at him sadly

"How about Jeff and Gareth?"

"They got all their own ambitions and all of us took the same thing and we agree to not totally disband but, maybe, someday I don't know in the future, we'll get back to where we started"

You nod at him in understanding "I still feel superior to be one of the very first audience" you smirk

He whips his around at you at that and he blinks slowly like he just had a flashback

Yeah, if he's supportive to you and so do you

"the most loud cheerier ever, I gotta say" he laughs as you facepalmed as you can remember all of it

"So, what do you do now?"

"Uh, I'm a songwriter"

You react in delightful way and he chuckles at your face that you make

Both of you reminiscence your highschool memories as both of you look back at it

"Y/N, you-"

"Yeah?"

He hesitates for a few seconds as he chuckles as he dismissive his hand at you

"It's getting late" he says as he clears his throat

Your smile slightly falls as you glanced on your watch

It's been 2 in half hours

"I guess, we better get going then"

You both stand up as he walk you through the parking lot

You dig your nails through your palms as you think twice if you should tell him right away how you really feel about him

You can't chicken out now

You're not a kid anymore, you can take the rejection and well....

At least you tried, so, it will bring you peace

You've been fighting for your whole life not to ask him before, it's plaguing every year passed

Only a few more steps, you can sight your van

You took a deep breath, you know you'll make a rambling mess out of a speech but you don't care

"Eddie" you say as you turn around to look at him

He raises his head the moment you call his name

You walked closer to him as he looks at you as he waits for you to speak

"I know this is going to sound so out of place but uh- I have feelings for you since we we're 7th grade, I didn't know that I had it since I just suddenly realized it when we we're in 8th grade and ever since then and now I still have it for almost 10 years and it's okay, you don't have to-"

"I know"

You're stunned, you can't function to speak anymore

"I-I'm sorry?"

"I know and I'm aware of it"

He can't just say that to you like it was nothing

You're definitely screaming inside to this mind-blowing revelation

Your cheeks starts to glowing red as you feel all bashful to his gaze

Your eyes suddenly can't manage the hold to look in his anymore

"Even before?" You whisper as you wrap your arms to yourself

He's now the one who moves towards you

You're appalled and you didn't even noticed that your mouth is hanging agape as you shut it and swallow

"How did you find out?" You ask without looking at his eyes

He runs his tongue over his lips "from Gareth, and you know him he's got a big mouth and all that"

You close your eyes in humiliation as you bite down your lip

Fuck

You shouldn't have been talking to him or giving a clue

But, sometimes though, you give hints when you're having a conversation with him

Gareth, somehow, finds the missing puzzles and figures it all out

Traitor

You couldn't stand here and you feel ashamed of what you just did, my god, what are you thinking?

"Listen, uh- it's good to see you, I gotta go" you say as your drag your heels to walk away from him as fast as your feet can take you

But, he reaches out and holds your wrist making you stop

"Y/N, don't go"

"Why?"

"Because-" he sighs as he runs his fingers through his hair

"I'm no expert in showcasing my feelings, okay? I-I'm shy"

Your entire discomfort of being flustered has completely washed away

You find it amusing, well, Eddie has always been shy but really???

There's nothing to be mousy about when he's with you

"You're shy?" You echoed what he just said as you pursed your lips together

He scratches the back of his neck as he clicks his tongue as he nods his head slowly

You exhale "Well, fuck- Eddie, I'm shy too! I can't even blurt it out loud of what I've been carrying for what?!? 10 years?!?"

You start pacing back and forth in front of him as he breathes through his nose

"See, Eddie, I've always liked you, okay? or maybe I took your kindness way out of line" you throw hands up

He gave you that doe eye look and you avoid looking at it as you continue rambling at him

"I can't even comprehend why? Why am I still clinging onto you for all these years? I hate that you still made me swoon over you and make me feel things!"

His mouth starts to slowly hanging open to your subtle confession

"You know what's unbelievable to me? Is that you don't know me and I don't know anything about you but still it feels like I knew you even though we don't talk a lot back then and it hurts, it hurts that you're so big-hearted and it pains me that you're just so mellow person" your voice cracks and that's where the time the water works starts to fill up in your eyes

You sniffle as you quickly wipe your tears from your cheeks "You're the only guy that has ever been so nice to me, the only who cared, the only one who hasn't changed towards me since highschool, I don't even know what's the reason why"

He is still remains silent, probably still processing every information that you just told him

His eyes softens and his heart is begging to leap forward outside of his chest

"Y/N" he holds your forearm softly as he runs his thumbs over it, you shivered from his touch

"Have you ever wondered why I still don't have a girl beside me?"

He is still single?!? What?!?

You gulped as you look at him with hopeful eyes and tear-stained cheeks

He smiles down at you as you scrunch up your face in a shameful way that you don't like him to see you crying like this

That's right

You haven't seen anyone with him since elementary or highschool

He had a couple of silly crushes that you heard from your classmates before but still

You don't saw anyone else with him

And that alone made you think a lot since Eddie is not an asshole, it's mind-boggling

You're still in denial that you might think he has the same feelings for you

As if

"Eddie- I think you're a great human being, anyone is lucky to have you"

He chuckles slightly as you dodged his point

"I didn't date because why?"

You take all the courage that's left inside of you as you look at him

"You already have my heart, darling"

Your eyes flutters to his admission, your heartbeats faster that it might burst any second

He likes you?!?

"A-Are you sure? I don't u-understand- why didn't you m-make a move before?" You stuttered, your voice sounds so small and it makes his heartache

"I was a coward" he pulls you closer to him your eyes widen but you melt to his touch

"W-What about the messages that I sent you? Does that mean anything to you?" A sprinkle of insecurity is showing through your tone and he catches it, he reassures you that it means a lot to him

He grins at the birthday wishes that you make before

"I appreciate them all, I-I just didn't know how to express it in there, so, when I found out that you're have a show in here, maybe it's time to take it to the next level, it feels it's the right thing to do in person"

He embraces you for the first time and the only time that you ever became this much closer to him, you feel his warmth enveloping you his arms surrounding you in the most cozy way possible, you sigh in content as you squeeze him

"Feel better?" He asks as he still holds you tightly

"Yes" you whisper softly as you smile against his chest inhaling on his scent, it's intoxicating

The moment you pushed yourself away from him, you slipped on the thin ice as his reflexes are fast enough to catch you before you can hit the icy cold ground

You gasp as your eyes goes everywhere to his face as you held on him to stabilize you to get back up on your feet

He's so mere inches close, his eyes sparkle as he stares at you

He slowly lifts you back on, both of you didn't break eye contact

He can't help himself as his hand crawls at your waist to flush your body against his, you fight for your breath for the idea that he's about to do

His eyes flits through your eyes and to your lips, he goes for it as you close your eyes as you kissed him back

"Is it too late?" The smugness is radiating off of him when you chase his lips to peck on it

"I think we both waited on the right time" you say as you kissed his cheek

His cheeks blooms red as he dramatically freaked out as you let out a fit of giggles

"I'm relieved that you're patient to finally let me get out of my shell"

"Oh, be thankful that I have a wide patience or else I'll fucking lose it"

He laughs as he rest his forehead against yours

"You're the most perfect girl ever"

You smile brightly "And you're the most perfect boy ever"

Your crew call out to you saying that you have interview tomorrow morning

"Be with me?"

"Forever?"

You snort as you elbowed him as he catches you off guard pressing another kiss to your lips

"I love you, Y/N- you have absolutely no idea"

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optimisticlucio · 3 months

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Growing up Jewish means that, among other things, you get used to a passive but everpresent dread that the rest of the world will eventually want to see you dead. Passover is about that one time the Egyptians enslaved all of the Jews, and despite trying to kill us, we survived. Purim is about that one time a Persian minister tried to have us all killed, but we survived. Hannukah is about the time the Greeks destroyed our holy sites and tried to have us all killed, but we survived. Tisha Be'Av. Holocaust Remembrance Day. Tzom Gedalia. It's gotten to a point where we commonly joke about how 90% of our holidays are just "they tried to kill us, they didn't, let's eat."

If it was merely historical, that'd be one thing, but this sort of fear is far from merely being a story passed down by your elders. My great grandma's entire family was burned alive in the Pogroms. My uncles were beat up for speaking up about antisemitism. My brother was bullied relentlessly in school for being circumcised. "Generational Trauma" is the correct term to define this, but I do think it's important to highlight how every generation re-experienced this trauma. Luckily, I haven't experienced this sort of violence yet beyond some dickheads online, but I don't believe this'll stay the case for much longer.

I want to be clear that despite this all, I'm not pessimistic about my future as a Jew or of the Jewish People as a whole; I'm a hopeless idealist, whether it's about individual life choices or about broader political change in general. We've made it this far, I don't think we'll be taken out that easily, and we can certainly build a better world without having to hide in a gilded cage of our own making. But holy shit, have I heard some concerning things from people recently.

Antisemitism is no longer the Cain's Mark it used to be. Saying this I now realize that it never was this sort of mark it was made out to be, but atleast while I was growing up, it felt like it was atleast socially unacceptable to be openly against the Jews. In the past few years I've had to come to terms with the fact that even if this was the case, it very much no longer is, and the past few months had this process exacerbate significantly.

You guys have heard about the Houthis, right? Paramilitary organization in Yemen, not the official government but controls enough of the country that they function as the government, been blocking trade through the Red Sea as of the time of posting? Those guys. Their logo has "A Curse Upon the Jews" written in big red letters. There is no other way to read that sentence, it is very explicit. Seeing people cheering for this group openly on social media made me somewhat uneasy, both for the... well, the antisemitism, and also that this group is infamous for its blatant human rights violations, including but not limited to bringing back chattel slavery. So, I brought this up to people.

I was expecting some sort of shock, right? Even if they fundamentally believe blocking the red sea is good, that they'd readjust their position on the group itself. "I think it's a cool thing to do, but wow what assholes." I shouldn't have to explain why antisemitic slave owners are bad guys, right?

Right??

The sheer amount of people who responded with one justification or another for why it's actually totally fine blew my fucking mind. "Oh, it's not actually slavery, they're treated very well." "Well, they don't really mean they hate the Jews." "It's just a different cultural form of labor!" "Well, when you have a country like Israel oppressing your people-"

Yeah I think I should probably address the elephant in the room real quick. Israel, and its fascist-adjacent government, has nothing of relevance when someone brings up the issue of worldwide antisemitism. Antisemitism has been thriving for years now. If you open a map Yemen is nowhere near Israel. There's certainly a conversation to have about Israel's abhorrent treatment of palestineans in the west bank and gaza, no doubt, but, frankly speaking, that's not the goddamn conversation we're having right now, and I feel the need to specify this because I've had multiple people derail such conversations consistently. If your first response to someone talking about antisemitism is to bring up Israel, for the love of god reexamine your biases.

Antisemitism has been growing, a lot, and we're scared. According to polls, 7% of the US thinks that the holocaust did not happen, with these numbers increasing to 20% if you sort the results to only the 18-29 age group and 9% of Americans think it's acceptable to hold neo-nazi views. Trust me, I wish these numbers were flukes, but I have seen these same numbers in multiple polls by numerous sources in the past 5 years.

7% of the US is about 23.2 million people.

There are only 16.2 million Jews in the entire world.

You, do not, have to justify antisemitism, I fucking promise you.

#politics #yeah I have a blog #like not this one #one where I actually write rather than just reblog #it's mostly casual but #I had to get this out of my system.#judaism #jumblr

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siriusblack-the-third · 1 year

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Boredom, Flustration and Love Confessions part 3

Part 1 | part 2 | Part 4

Sirius hasn't had this much fun in his entire life.

Really, if he knew getting a tongue piercing would mess with his Jamie as much as it did, he would have done it way back in fifth year. Watching him squirm is just too hilarious.

And cute as fuck.

He grins at last night's memory of James stomping into their dorm with the most adorable flaming red blush painted over his cheeks and the tip of his nose, only to freeze at the sight of Sirius, twist on his heel and stomp back out, blushing even darker.

To think all he had been doing was lounging in his bed with a book.

"You're going to give him an aneurysm," Remus mutters next to him, sounding for all the world like he is weary of Sirius, but Sirius knows better; Remus is enjoying this just as much as he is.

"Shut up, Moons," he says airily, and watches James appear at the doors to the Great Hall. His eyes follow the other boy as he strides towards Lily and dramatically plops himself down between her and Marlene, making her roll her eyes with a grin on her face even as she pops a treacle tart into her mouth.

James is wearing flared jeans and an oversized powder blue sweater whose sleeves reach all the way to his fingertips, and Sirius is pleased to see the pearl earrings he gave him for Gudi Padwa earlier this year. His hair is extra messy today, and the bold line of kajal can be seen clearly even from across the room. Sirius isn't close enough to see his eyes, but he knows that the kajal brings out the green and gold specks in the brown.

James has the most ridiculously pretty eyes, Sirius thinks, all large and almond shaped and Bambi-like. One would think Sirius, being the dog animagus, would have the puppy eyes. Yes well, his puppy eyes haven't got shit on James' doe eyes. Which is even more ridiculous when you consider that James is tall and has toned, lean muscles from hours of throwing Quaffles around.

Someone that hot shouldn't have the ability to be so cute. It's just not done.

Remus sighs in exasperation and shuts his Defence textbook with a snap to give Sirius an annoyed look that both of them know is an act.

"Both of you," he announces with the most exaggerated air of importance like he is the second coming of Myrddin, "are ridiculous as fuck. Ask him out already, shit's sake!"

Sirius snickers. "But this is so much more fun, Moony," he drawls, and the other boy gives him a flat, unimpressed glare. Okay, that one is real.

Sirius sighs and rolls his eyes. "Alright, look, how about this? When we go down to Hogsmeade today, you get Pete, Lily and Marls to clear off. Je vais lui demander."

Remus gives him a long glance, then nods briskly. "Will do, Pads."

"Thanks Remi, you're a darling."

"Save your flirting for Prongs."

When Sirius bounds down the stairs three at a time come ten o'clock, James is waiting for him with a small grin, fingers playing with his sweater paws and a dark blue knit scarf around his neck. He is alone. Sirius grins back and shoves one hand into his pockets while holding the other out for James to take.

"The others left early," James says as he slides his warm hand into Sirius', and Sirius notes with delight the light pink dusting itself over James' cheeks. "Lily dragged Remus, Marlene went with that Ravenclaw girl— Vera? Yeah Vera. Pete said he wanted a little time alone without our chaos."

Sirius chuckles and slides their palms so they can intertwine their fingers, and takes a great amount of pleasure in the way James ducks his head down shyly, lips pulling into a small grin.

"I'm starting to think Peter doesn't like us anymore," he jokes as they start making their way towards the front doors of the castle. James snorts and laughs, and it is the most gorgeous thing Sirius has ever seen; his pretty eyes crinkle at the corners and his plump lips pull back to show sparkling white teeth, and he steps closer to Sirius to playfully knock their shoulders together.

"Careful, there," James says with a lopsided grin, "that might just come true."

Sirius laughs, then winks at Filch when they pass him. James buries his head into Sirius' shoulder to muffle his giggle when the old caretaker glares at them, and Sirius feels like he is on a cloud. James' hand is warm and slightly sweaty, a stark contrast against the November chill that has settled over the castle and it's surroundings, and he looks so cozy when he pulls up the scarf to cover his mouth and nose that Sirius can't help it.

He leans down to press a kiss to James' forehead.

Immediately, deep pink blooms in a band across his cheekbones, and he blinks at Sirius with slight confusion.

Sirius winks. "You just look too cute, mon beau," he says in way of explanation, and James grins under that scarf; Sirius can tell because he knows James the way he knows his own palm, because he knows James better than he knows himself.

"On y va," he says, not giving him a chance to reply before he is tugging on their joined hands, "We'll go to Tomes And Scrolls, and you can buy books."

James, giant bookworm that he is, lights up like a lumos maxima and suddenly Sirius is the one being dragged down the little cobblestone path.

Sirius grins at the back of his head and he knows full well that he looks besotted as all hell, but cannot bring himself to care.

It's James.

He can't help being besotted.

They arrive at Tomes And Scrolls before Sirius realises it, and James lets go of his hand to bound excitedly over to the Arithmancy section, a bright smile on his face when he pushes the scarf down.

"Si, look," he gasps, pulling out thick, large textbooks and bound research papers like they weigh nothing, "they have works by Charuta Deokar!"

Sirius leans his shoulder against the shelf frame and stares at the gleam in his hazel eyes with a helpless heart and a soft smile; Gods, what he wouldn't do to keep that sort of look on James' face for all their lives.

He just looks so happy, like Sirius has just handed him the one thing he desires most in his life.

Sirius snorts.

They are in a book store. Sirius has done exactly that.

He does not say a single word; he simply follows James around as the other boy pulls out book after book and piles them into Sirius' arms, chattering a mile a minute with a blinding smile on his face with his hands flying everywhere. He holds the books, answers when he is asked a question, points out more books when he thinks James will like them, and most importantly, he doesn't take his eyes off of James' handsome face.

I am so fucking smitten, he thinks.

When James is done, it's nearly two o clock, and they have been in the bookstore for almost three hours.

"Sorry," James tries to say when Sirius' stomach gives a particularly loud gurgle, but he cuts him off with a fond shake of his head.

"Nope," he says. "I had fun. We should do this more often."

Funny thing is, he means it. He may not love reading as much as James does, but he does enjoy it, and he can never be tired of looking at his face. Never.

James gives him a skeptical look, and he grins. "I mean it, mon beau," he winks, "you look way too adorable when you talk about books, and I got to stare at your pretty face for three hours while you got to pick out books. Win-win, I say."

And that red flush is back. James averts his gaze to the side with a small smile on his face, and Sirius feels a smile of his own pull at his lips. His arms are aching from holding heavy books and he is starving for a good meal, but he thinks– no, he knows– that that smile is absolutely worth it.

They drop a dozen books onto the counter, and Sirius glares at James when tries to pay. "Jamie, put away the card," he complains. "I brought you to the shop, I pay."

"But—"

"No buts, ands or ifs," he cuts in, but James gives him a stubborn look.

"They're my books," he points out with a raised eyebrow.

Sirius nods in agreement. "And I brought you here. Shut up and put your card away, petite biche."

Little doe.

That nickname always works, and it doesn't disappoint this time. James flushes dark red and reluctantly slips the crystal Gringotts card back into his wallet with a small pout, and glares at Sirius when he grins triumphantly and hands his own card over to the cashier, who is smiling at them like she knows they're on a date.

The total amount racks up to 72 galleons, and they walk out of the shop with three bags on one of Sirius' arms, and James gripping his other arm and the handle of the fourth bag with a glare on his face that both of them know is fake.

The bright red cheeks kind of give him away. And the slight pleased upturn to the corner of his lips.

Sirius gives him a smug grin, and James sighs in exasperation.

"Let's just go," he mutters.

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drunk on... what?

𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: few days after announcing fake Seungmin and Chichi's relationship

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.2k

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: sometimes only one thing can ease the pain.

𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬: Chichi and Seungmin's Fake Relationship

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: being drunk, mentions of alcohol, irresponsible behaviour

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It was a warm night ... Or so it seemed to Chichi because of the amount of alcohol she drank.

She lost count after 3…4 bottles of soju. She never drank alone, but taking advantage of the day before Stray Kids' day off from any schedule, she visited her favorite small bar. It was so well hidden in an alley and so little known that anonymity was guaranteed more than anywhere else. She wanted to have a small drink while studying for finals, but the feelings of the last few days got the best of her and she immediately asked the waiter for a soju, and studying was forgotten faster than she expected. In fact, all she was doing was drinking, scrolling through photos on her phone. After that, all she did was cry alternately with drinking, and then her mood was changing like in a kaleidoscope. She probably would have stayed until the morning because she would have passed out while drinking, if the kind bartender hadn't escorted her to the exit - it wasn't an all-night bar, it closed around 3 am. He ordered a taxi for her. She also remembered, despite the amount of alcohol she had drunk, not to give the taxi driver her real address - she gave an address 3 streets away from dorms.

She arrived at the dorm in a really bubbly mood, with shoes in her hand, even though she wasn't even wearing high heels, so why had she taken them off in the first place? She giggled to herself as she struggled open the door and stumbled slightly into the hallway. Everything was supposed to be done quietly, but she wasn't able to finish this plan, because in the kitchen, with the light on, all the residents of the dorm - Minho, Seungmin, Jeongin and Felix - were waiting for her. The two youngest members were walking around the living room, separated from the kitchen by a kitchen island, while Felix and Minho were sitting at the table. All four looked at her and immediately surrounded her.

"Where have you been?!"

"We lied to Chan that you were back so he wouldn't call the police!"

"We called but your phone was off, are you crazy?!"

"You're drunk!"

Words of concern directed at her only caused Chichi even more noise in her head. She could have sworn she didn't even recognize all the voices talking to her. She giggled weakly, leaning against the wall of the corridor.

"My phone is... I think it's discharged." She mumbled as she slowly pulled it out of her bag. Indeed it was.

Jeongin looked the most concerned, even stressed out of the whole situation. Minho, however, looked at Chichi with a reproachful, fatherly gaze, even though she was the older one.

"Who were you drinking with?"

In response, Chichi laughed again. She slowly showed Minho one finger.

“Alone… Alone, alone, only me! I've been alone all my life, so I was now too."

"You need to lie down." Felix stated matter-of-factly. "What got into you today?" He asked quietly, but surprisingly there was no judging or reproach in his voice. He was genuinely sad. "What if something happened to you? You haven't even told anyone where you are..."

"But I'm fine!" She called out finally reaching the kitchen. "Devils don't take evil ones, do they?"

"Stop it." Seungmin whispered and took her arm. "I'll take care of her."

"But you don't need to worry about me! Everything is fine!"

"Yeah? I would not tell."

The rest of members made place for Seungmin as he carried Chichi to her room in his arms otherwise she wouldn't go with him. He put her on the bed, but the problems with her continued. Chichi started waving her arms and legs.

"I hate this world, I hate myself, I want to run away, Seungmoooo pack my bags!" She screamed every now and then, even as Seungmin took off her jeans, replacing them with pajama shorts. He covered her with her weighted blanket, and only then did she quiet down a bit. The singer looked at her, turning on the bedside lamp for a moment. He already knew why she went silent..

Her eyes were covered by her forearm, but tears were easily visible on cheeks. She cried soundlessly, but her shoulders trembled. Seungmin sat on the edge of bed and his gaze softened. At first he'd been as nervous as the rest because her behavior was extremely irresponsible, but now? Now he knew she had a reason, he just had to find out what. He placed his hand slowly on her blanket.

"Ichichi. What's going on?"

Seungmin didn't get an answer quickly. It took her a long time to calm down enough to form meaningful sentences, and the amount of alcohol still circulating in her body didn't make things any easier, but it certainly gave her courage.

"Seungmin..." She started quietly. Her voice broke twice during pronunciation of such a short word. "What should I do? Why does it hurt so much?"

"What hurts?" He asked, though deep down he knew the answer.

Chichi's well-being was getting worse day by day since they agreed to pretend to be a couple. He knew deep down she didn't want it, but he hadn't expected it to hit her so hard.

"Ichichi, what hurts? If you're not honest with me, and above all with yourself, just once, the pain will only increase."

Ichi finally moved her hand away from her face, looking at her friend with moist and already slightly swollen eyes.

“Seungmin… I really love him. I love him so damn much... And that hurts."

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The next day, Ichi woke up in the middle of the day with a huge headache. Well, maybe it wasn't exactly ache, but a numbness that made her unable to understand her current situation for a long time. Little by little, she finally came to the order of the events. She went to drink, came back, fell asleep. Well, this sequence of events was definitely lame, but Ichi really couldn't remember anything else. She only checked her phone, but found nothing suspicious except for reasonable-looking payments in the banking app, for alcohol bought at the bar, and for a taxi. So she hadn't done anything stupid, at least that much.

With difficulty, she finally pushed herself out of bed into a sitting position, carelessly brushing her messy hair back from her face. She put the phone on the nightstand and only now noticed a small breakfast on a plate, aspirin, water from an oblong glass and a white sheet folded in half. So had she done something wrong? No, then she wouldn't have had such a nice breakfast… She took the sheet slowly, though she doubted her current ability to read. She squinted her eyes and opened them several times, sharpening her vision.

"I know you love him. Life in show business is not conducive to people like you and him, it will only be difficult for you. Still, I believe in you. You both can always count on me, no matter what you decide. Remember, after every rain always comes a rainbow.

Seungmin."

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Not All Leaves Turn in Autumn

“You Got This” Masterlist

A/N: So this week's @writer-wednesday prompt inspired something. It's been a while since I've visited this universe. This would take place before "Carry Me Home" but a year after Jax and reader charcter breaks up and he's with Tara. I know I still haven't written what happened between them and I've just been filling in different parts of the story in pieces. One day, all the pieces will be there (hopefully!) Also, this isn't beta'd.

Rating: T

Word Count: ~1500

Pairing: Teenager!Jax Teller & Teenager F! Reader/OC; OC (Johnny) x Teenager F! Reader/OC (Opie's sister)

Plot: Things don't turn out as expected when you introduce your new boyfriend to your friends and family.

Contains: marijuana use, kissing, jealousy, assault, cursing, angst

Your junior year just started not too long ago and fall season approached quickly. The weather’s gotten cooler, the leaves are starting to turn and Halloween decorations are everywhere. What you enjoy the most about this season are all the fun activities that come with it: the hayrides, the haunted houses, pumpkin picking and so much more festivities. Aside from the MC being a big contributor, families gather together and people of all ages are just having a good wholesome time. Traditionally it’s been you, Jax, Opie and other friends smoking weed before going into the haunted house getting the crap scared out of yourselves to getting lost in corn mazes.

This year, things are a bit different. Jax and Opie just graduated high school in June and they both have their own girlfriends to take up all their time now. You have your own boyfriend too, but it’s the first time you’re bringing him around your family and friends. The two of you met and hit it off in a math class during a summer school program a few months back and haven’t stopped talking since. He’s a real sweet kid and you’re completely smittened.

You’re nervously waiting by the entrance where a giant scarecrow greets people as they pass through. You glance at your watch and tap your booted toe.

“Is this guy ever gonna show up?” your brother asks.

“He’s only fifteen minutes late! Chill the fuck out,” you shoot back.

“This nerd is probably not even real,” Jax scoffs.

They’ve all heard about this guy but have never seen him.

“Shut up! You’re a nerd!” You shove Jax and he stumbles back a bit, accidentally bumping into Tara.

“Come on, guys! Leave her alone. This is her first boyfriend. Be nice,” Tara jumps in to defend you.

If she only knew.

“Screw this. I’m not waiting around for this imaginary guy. See you guys later,” Jax says, grabbing Tara’s hand before taking off. She throws a small wave to the group while being led away.

Despite Jax falling head over heels for Tara, you can’t really hate her. She’s always been nice to you and to be honest, it’s nice to have another female around, but you’re not sure how she’s stuck around for this long. Miss Community College doesn’t seem quite cut out for the MC life, but she’s committed to Jax and has a tattoo to prove it. You’ve also seen the way Gemma looks at her and talks about her. That’s one big obstacle no amount of tattoos is ever going to be enough to overcome.

“You okay waiting here by yourself?” Opie asks. “Katie wants a candy apple–”

“Don’t put this on me! You’re the one who wants one,” Kate cuts in and playfully slaps his arm.

“It’s fine. Go have fun. I’ll find you guys later,” you reply.

“You sure?” Opie asks again.

“Yes! Just go,” you chuckle and gently shove him.

Opie reaches to ruffle the top of your hair before taking off. You swat his hand away and frantically fix your hair. You had spent a good amount of time this morning on it. After seemingly putting every strand back in place, you feel a tap on your shoulder. You instantly turn around to find your boyfriend flashing a smile at you.

“Johnny! You made it!” you squeal, but realize you sounded a bit too excited so you try to keep your cool.

“Yeah, sorry I’m late. I was helping my mom with the groceries,” Johnny apologizes as he rubs the back of his neck.

“It’s alright.” Your cheeks heat up as you tuck a loose chunk of hair behind your ear. “Anyways, come on. I want you to meet my brother and friends.”

Johnny is well aware of your association with the Sons. There is no hiding it when you live in a small town, but he doesn’t care. In fact, he looks forward to putting a face on some of the names you talk about all the time. With that, you grab his hand and the two of you go on your merry way.

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It’s been maybe an hour or so since Jax and Tara had left the group and they haven’t circled back with anyone yet. They’ve lost track of time as they’ve been too busy getting lost in the corn maze and stopping every once in a while to makeout and grope each other while sharing a joint. As they try to find their way out, they hear some suspicious noises in the distance.

“Sounds like we’re not the only ones having a good time in here,” Jax whispers and chuckles quietly after taking a hit of the joint in his hand and passing it to Tara.

“All the teenagers are doing it,” she rolls her eyes, taking the joint from him.

As they continue to make their way through the maze, the noises get louder and more lewd, their path forcing them to listen to this hot and heavy private moment.

“No, stop! It tickles!”

Jax’s ears suddenly perk up. He recognizes that voice.

“Just for a little bit?”

“I don’t know.”

“I won’t go all the way in.”

He hears soft moaning and his feet move quicker. His perked up ears are now bright red.

“Where are you going?” Tara asks as she tries to keep up.

When he rounds a corner, he finds you cornered against the tall wall of corn by Johnny with his hand under your skirt. Suddenly, Jax grabs the back of Johnny’s shirt and yanks him off of you. You flinch at the unexpected interruption.

“Jackson!” you shout as you pull your shirt and skirt down to cover yourself and rush over to where Jax flung Johnny on the ground. “Leave Johnny alone! What are you doing?!”

“Oh, so you’re Johnny. You are real. So I hear you’re good with math,” Jax says as he hovers over Johnny. “Maybe you can solve this for me: Johnny has a whole set of white pearly teeth. If I beat his face in with my two fists, how many teeth will Johnny have left?” he threatens.

“Jackson!” You grab onto Jax’s kutte and try to pull him off Johnny.

“The lady said no!” With one hand grasping Johnny’s shirt, Jax’s other ringed fist is cocked back.

“What the hell?” Tara finally catches up and stumbles into the scene.

“Tara! Help me get him off!” You shout.

Tara ditches the joint and rushes over, grabbing Jax’s forearm to prevent him from slamming it into Johnny’s face. Finally with the combination of both of you and Tara, you’re able to drag Jax away. He’s a lot stronger than he appears for someone who looks 150 pounds when wet.

While still on the ground, Johnny scrambles away from Jax.

“Hey, I didn’t mean any harm.” He puts his hands up. “I was being respectful.”

“It sure as fuck didn’t sound like it to me!” Jax lunges at Johnny but you and Tara are holding him back. Johnny flinches and gets up on his feet.

“Johnny’s a nice guy! He wouldn’t force himself on me.” You step in between him and Johnny.

This certainly was not the way you had intended for them to meet, but you’re also not surprised by Jax’s behavior. Despite the fact he's the one who ended what the two of you had, his jealousy disguised as protectiveness ever since then did not go unnoticed by you.

“I’m sorry if we got off on the wrong foot, but I understand you’re just being protective of her and I appreciate–” Johnny starts off.

“Shut the fuck up! As far as I know, you were being a fucking creep. You don’t get to touch her,” Jax growls as he points his finger at him.

“Fuck off, Jackson! Johnny’s my boyfriend and we can makeout and fuck all we want. We don’t need your permission,” you shoot back, stepping up to him.

“I’m gonna tell Ope,” Jax threatens.

“Go ahead. Just don’t leave out the part where you assaulted Johnny because I was consensually making out with him.” You cross your arms over your chest.

You notice Jax’s jaw ticking and his breathing getting deeper and heavier.

“Are… are you sure you’re okay?” Tara asks you sincerely while trying to focus on you. “Do you want to come with me and Jax?”

“I’m fine! Just leave us alone,” you reply.

“Okay, come on Jax. She said she’s fine.” Tara tugs on his hoodie sleeve. “Let’s try to find our way out. The munchies are kicking in.”

Both you and Jax stare each other down with snarls until finally Jax lets up after Tara gives him another pull.

“It was nice to finally meet you, Johnny. See you around.”

As Jax and Tara start walking away, Jax stares Johnny down. He glances at you for a moment and you see the green in his ice cold blue eyes right before he turns facing front. He shrugs Tara’s hand off his bicep as he continues to walk away.

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Room & Board - Part 9 (Vampire x Reader)

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The closing on your new house goes quicker than you anticipate. Hell, it goes quicker than the most hopeful estimates online. You take a week off work for the move. While your co-workers chuckle about backing and moving all those heavy things and then the dreaded unpacking, only one of those really applies to you. Part of your closing deal entailed a hired moving company, the stipulation ironically insisted by the seller.

Once more, the concern of something weird happening flared, but you shoved it aside. Now, all you had to worry about was unpacking.

Which, honestly, seemed a lot more daunting as you stood in your home, staring at all the packed boxes and furniture. The movers had, thankfully, placed much of the furniture in their approximate locations, as well. On the plus side, you had severely upgraded. The amount of things you owned, in that small apartment, would barely be enough to fill your new living room.

Within a couple days, you and Tabaeus had managed to unpack, put things away - likely to be moved a few more times until you two settled on a more permanent place, - and broke down the boxes once more.

Of course, with Tabaeus doing more, they insist on more feedings. Without work the next day, you tend to oblige, especially when he gets the more mind-numbing parts of unpacking done while you sleep.

As the two of you sit on your couch, relaxing after finally getting your TV hooked up and mounted on the wall, Tabaeus turns to you. "So, how does it feel?"

Your eyebrows arch, not quite understanding. "How does what feel?"

"Homeownership," Tabaeus says, with a flourish of his long-fingered hand. "You said it was a rare thing for people your age in this economy?"

"Yeah... It feels a little weird. Like this is all mine to do whatever in and upkeep." You raise your arms, indicating the whole of the house with a sweep. For all your life, even with your parents, you always lived in a rental. Now that your home is yours, it almost seems too daunting to focus on. As your arms fall back into place, you shrug and smile, "It's nice. Not sure I can do it alone, so if you leave, warn me so I can find another roomie."

The two of you haven't spoken much about what transpired in the sewer. With the daunting task of closing, packing, moving, and unpacking, your brain hadn't dedicated much time to it in the earlier days. But most of those worries had been checked off with very little effort from you. So you had certainly considered many facets of that night.

Many a night, you had sat in bed, tired of worrying over the move and shifted to pondering about what you'd found out in the sewer. How the items did stir memories, but Tabaeus still couldn't say if they were his or his victims' memories. How an anti-vampire box lingered among the things, either from Tabaeus's former enemies or as a Plan B should eternity get to be too much.

Your mind often went back to the journal in the anti-vampire box, as well. Something had kept you from tearing it open the moment you got home. You weren't even sure if Tabaeus realized it had been there, among the items.

If they hadn't realized it, would it illuminate some questions? Or would it be the nail in the proverbial coffin for your trust in Tabaeus?

Maybe they had they merely forgotten about it, as they apparently had done with so many other things. Or perhaps they knew it was there and were satisfied it contained nothing incriminating.

"I am not planning to leave your side, any time soon." Tabaeus's calm, firm words stir you from the downward spiral of your thoughts. You focus on them, your heart fluttering at their soft smile.

And then there is that. The quiet assurance that Tabaeus had no plans to leave you. It was at once comforting and disconcerting. Did that confidence extend beyond your comfort? Would they force you to let them stay, even if you were ready to end the arrangement?

You're not sure how to answer them, so you glance away while humming an acknowledgement of their words.

The two of you fall quiet, both staring at the blackened screen of the TV. Somewhere, a clock ticks and you vaguely wonder where it could be. You have no analog clocks that you can think of.

"I think I'm gonna order something to eat." You can't take the quiet anymore nor the phantom clock. With a shove, you push yourself off the couch and to your feet. Turning partially back to Tabaeus, you ask, "You want anything in particular?"

Despite the popular bit of lore that vampires were incapable of ingesting anything but blood, Tabaeus could eat. It wasn't as fulfilling as drinking blood nor as energizing, but they didn't spew at the smallest bite of 'human food.'

Tabaeus makes a sound deep in their throat, as if they have an idea but are hesitant to share it. They shake their head, dislodging whatever they're going to say. You presume it has something to do with your blood. Casting you a smile, they answer, "I quite liked that pizza place."

With a nod, you go to your office to place the order via the computer. It's an extra room on the first floor, with a large window peering into the front yard. Thankfully, the former owner left curtains and blinds for all the rooms, otherwise you'd feel rather exposed in your own new home.

After you place the order - with an extra side, drinks, and a dessert for celebratory reasons - you make your way back to the living room, to Tabaeus's side.

They seem rather quiet, sitting with their shoulders slumped while scratching one nail lightly along the arm of the couch.

With little space between you and Tabaeus, you turn to them on the couch. "Something wrong?"

Their attention snaps to you, as if surprised at your sudden appearance. They must have been deep in thought. A half-smile appears on Tabaeus's lips. "I confess I was hoping you would be a bit more exuberant. I simply need to temper my hopes a bit more, I suppose."

That makes you feel a little bad. Tabaeus had been doing a lot to make this move go smoothly. From being the one to put forth the funds to doing overtime in the unpacking and even making sure the sugar gliders' habitat was disassembled and reassembled properly. If it wasn't for them, you'd be much more stressed and exhausted than you were.

"I'm just still adjusting to having a house," you sigh and shrug, offering them a small smile. "Trust me, I am really happy this all has happened. Just, you know, I'm cautious."

Also true. Somewhere in the back of your head, you were waiting for something to go wrong. Maybe the house falling in on itself - which wouldn't happen, according to the inspectors - or some housing law ripping your new abode away. Or, hell, even just an unforeseen disaster of some sort.

"As you should be," they say, running the back of their fingers down your cheek. The touch sends shivers down your spine and their words, dipped in an almost reverential softness, caress your skin, "Even now, I crave you."

"That's not what I meant," you snort, shaking your head at Tabaeus's forthright desires. Despite yourself, your lips still curl with a smile. The movement of your head unintentionally makes them pull away, though.

"Oh." Their eyes flicker away, shoulders hunching as they realize they misread your words. Pointed ears drooping.

Amusement flickers in you as you eye them. Deep down, you do enjoy their affections, even if Tabaeus hedges into it a little more often than you're used to. It's just scary, knowing what they are and that even they think they were some cruel creature in the past. Although, perhaps your heartbeat speeds not from fright or worry,

But that was then and this was now, right? You had yet to see them do anything terrible. Well, other than mesmerize a rude customer into throwing themself into the mall fountain, but that was pretty minor, all things considered.

The downtrodden expression on Tabaeus's features pull at your heartstrings. They were really looking forward to something a bit more fun, weren't they? Glancing at your cell phone, you decide to indulge them. The pizza wouldn't arrive for nearly 40 more minutes.

Tucking your phone back into your pocket, you swing yourself into Tabaeus's lap. Their eyes fly wide, mouth opening to yelp or ask what you are doing. Their surprise allows you to grasp the back of their head, angling their face toward your neck. An almost imperceptible whine escapes Tabaeus, sending a delightful flare through you.

"Wh-what are you doing?" The question comes out in a hushed breath, as if they're afraid to break the moment.

You angle your head to expose your neck further to them. "You can smell it, right? My blood?"

They fall silent, their fingers digging into your hips where they landed when you abruptly hopped into their lap. Their answer is quiet, almost shameful. "Mh-hmm."

"Well, we are very close. The scent must be so overwhelming." You know you're goading them and skirting a dangerous line, especially as you pull them closer to your throat. But every day had a little dose of danger, living with a vampire. Right? Faintly, you remember how they acted at your old apartment, kneeling by your side and pouting at you. How they reacted to your fingers in their hair and the rough tug on their locks. "You're doing such a good job restraining yourself, aren't you?"

"Yesss," Tabaeus answers in a hiss. You can't help the amused smile that flickers over your lips. It's a little cruel, you know, to taunt them like this. A spark skips down your spine as you feel the briefest brush of their lips as their mouth opens, not touching your throat by oh-so-close. You wonder if they can taste you on the very air.

A sudden, mischievous thought flashes through your brain. Tabaeus is so focused on your throat, your scent, the pump of your blood, it would be so easy to surprise them.

Without further thought for the potential repercussions, you jerk forward and land your open mouth against the crux of their neck and shoulder. A sharp gasp leaves Tabaeus, turning into a strangled moan as you bite down on them. They taste like your soap and dust and something inexplicably them.

Almost at once, you pull back laughing, but Tabaeus jerks into action. The whole world around your blurs as they push off the couch, throwing the both of you to the floor. Their hand clutches the back of your head, protecting it from the hardwood as you land. Your knees angle wide, the weight and length of Tabaeus's body pressing down against your body.

They are strangely heavy for such a lithe creature. Their weight bears down on you, not crushing you but firmly keeping you pinned to the floor.

Your eyes widen at the sudden change, widening further as Tabaeus catches your lips against their own. A sound sticks in your throat, along with a gasp. Their hands are now on your cheeks, fingers splayed and holding your face still. With eyelids fluttering shut and your own hands go to their wrists, though you return the sudden kiss with as much fervor as they offer.

It's suddenly unbearably warm, their tongue demanding in your mouth as your own returns the favor. Without thinking, you nip at their lower lip, eliciting a low guttural sound in their chest. Your already thrumming heart further trips as the vibrations echo through your body, causing your toes to curl and muscles to flex.

Their hips roll against you, their mounting excitement obvious against their strained pants. Excitement flares from your core, up your spine, and spiders along your body. Your back arches, thighs squeezing against Tabaeus's sides. Your grasp on their wrists tightens until your nails are biting hard into their skin.

An urge to touch more of them flares. Your hands slide down their arm, relaxing enough to accommodate the growing curves of their forearms.

Sudden pain sinks into your own lower lip just as your palms skirt the sides of their neck and you start roughly. A whine creeps up your throat, before you taste the tang of blood. Your eyes crack open, lips part with hitched breathing as Tabaeus jerks away. They hover close, not pulling fully away, and stare down at you. The look in their eyes is wild and concerned and a little feral.

Their gaze darts over your face and you watch their tongue flick across their lower lip, scooping up the droplet of your blood. They don't look ashamed, but neither do they look smug. It takes you a breath to realize they're assessing your reaction, gauging if they'd gone too far or not far enough or...

Well, you really don't know. And you don't get a chance to introspect further as your doorbell sings out.

"Coming!" You call out, instantly remembering the delivery order as you shove Tabaeus's face away and scramble to your feet. They let you go, though you feel their red gaze on you the entire way. Trying to shove the knowledge you're definitely embarrassingly super-flushed, you open the door to the delivery person.

They stand in the light of your front porch, sporting the bright orange polo and hat of your favorite pizza parlor. Curls poke out from under their cap and the crooked scar - obscured a little under their glasses - across their freckled nose tickles at your memories. It takes you half-a-breath to realize you know them. "Ewan?"

"Oh, hey! Long time no see," laughs the former co-worker of Milk King Lemon Jollies. As it always did, Ewan's toothy grin sends a little rush through you. Putting your feelings for him into words was always difficult. Calling it a crush sounded painfully juvenile, while just chalking it up to enjoying his charismatic company felt like a lie.

You're aware your flush has impossibly deepened further when the old colleague points at his own mouth. "You okay? You're bleeding."

"Shoot. Sorry,I bit my lip really badly. Thought the bleeding stopped," you instantly ramble out a lie, chuckling weakly as you suck your lower lip into your mouth and press your tongue against it. The heat in your cheeks pique again, snippets of seconds earlier playing through your head.

Ewan doesn't seem to find the excuse weak. Though he does watch as you suckle on your own lip, before seemingly remembering himself. He hands over your pile of boxes, his green eyes flickering to see what little of the house he can from this position. "Jemma told me you scored a house! Pretty awesome."

"Haha, yeah," you offer a weak smile as you accept the boxes. "Just moved in, actually."

"Oh really? Looking for a roommate?" Your face burns hotter as Ewan sticks his tongue out between his teeth and winks.

In a brief second, you consider how to answer. It's a joke, obviously, but you certainly wouldn't deny Ewan a room. Especially if he needed it. You recall how he complained about renting and having to take multiple jobs just to pay bills.

With that thought comes the other things you considered when choosing this house. Namely, the additional rooms and pursuing a romantic relationship with someone while continuing your arrangement with Tabaeus. Your thoughts have barely pondered whether Ewan even seemed the type to believe in vampires - let alone accept your companion - when Tabaeus slips behind you.

"Ah, the food! I am starving!" They reach around you, boxing you into their arms as they play at scooping up the pizzas from your hold. Instant fear flickers in your head, as you angle your eyes up at them. Thankfully, they have tucked their pointed ears into a knit beanie hat.

Your gratitude is short lived as Tabaeus tosses Ewan an easy glance, their cool palms squeezing against your hands. Your skin prickles, catching something almost dangerous in Tabaeus's tone, "Do you two know each other?"

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Ronancetober Day 4: Horror Movie AU - The Conjuring AU

Note: It is NOT important if you haven't watched the movies before.

But, for a little bit of context: There are 3 Conjuring movies (+ 3 Annabelle movies + The Nun movie (and The Curse of La Llorona counts too, okay?!)) They are about Ed and Lorraine Warren (they were real people but we're only focusing on the movies) paranormal investigators aka fighting demons, performing exorcisms, loving each other, being a girlboss/malewife couple. Lorraine has spooky visions and Ed loves her very much.

This is based on the third movie, set in 1981, Ed and Lorraine Robin and Nancy are certified ghostbusters milfs. Let's go!

read all 11k words of it on AO3: although I was burning, you're the only light

By 1981, Robin and Nancy had worked as paranormal investigators for over ten years, and they had been in love for much longer than that. Their house was a notoriously comfortable and warm place. Neither of them was the best at staying particularly tidy. Robin, because it wasn’t in her nature. Nancy, because she always had something more important to do. But, somehow, the mismatched furniture, the books strewn on every surface, the decorations that were a result of many years of gifts from their closest friends and people they had helped, it worked for them. It felt like a second home to everyone that was invited inside. That was one of the reasons why Steve felt so uneasy at the sight of the extremely uninviting basement door. It was a notoriously robust door, with a concerning amount of locks on the side, and a handful of warning signs on it.

While Robin worked methodically on unlocking the door, Nancy turned toward Steve and said, “Steve Harrington, welcome to the Buckley-Wheeler museum.”

“Thank you,” Steve chuckled, and followed his two best friends inside, “That’s a little overdramatic. I mean, I helped build the shelves and- holy shit, okay, yeah, I hadn’t been here in a while. It’s fucking creepy guys, what’s wrong with you?”

“You don’t like it?” Robin pouted, but her act was sabotaged by her own laughter. “It’s not meant to be pretty, dingus. This is a carefully arranged collection of mementos from each and every one of our cases. Every object has been blessed before and after joining the museum. A priest visits us every month to bless the entire house and especially the basement. We remember everything about every case and every trinket and okay, we might forget some details and no, I don’t particularly like everything we keep here, but it’s the safest place and-”

“Don’t touch that,�� Nancy hissed. Her hand flew with shocking speed to grab Steve’s wrist before his fingertips could even graze the glass of the box where they kept locked a terrifying and hideous little doll. “A single touch could wake up any sort of evil force that we put to sleep years ago. And trust me, you don’t want to deal with her.”

Steve froze until Nancy let go of his wrist. He lowered his hand slowly and stared at the lifeless eyes and malicious red smile of that broken porcelain face for a second longer. “Okay, sorry. No touching, I got it. It’s just- damn is that a samurai suit?!“

“Steve,” Robin said, snapping her fingers and bringing him back to the tour of the museum. “Focus, buddy. We brought you here for one very specific reason. Are you ready?”

“I’m always ready,” Steve said with a grin as the three of them slowly approached the back of the room, glancing at all kinds of random cursed objects. The pair of coins, the broken piano, the pictures, the television, the children's toys, the plastic monkeys, the foggy mirrors, and the music box. “We’ve been working together for years,” Steve added proudly, “You guys are the reason I have cameraman, photographer, kicking down doors and screaming for my life in my resume.”

Robin chuckled, “As if you had a resume.”

“Guys,” Nancy interrupted them with a pointed look and tilted her head to the wall. “Steve, remember your first case with us?”

Steve’s breath hitched. He stared at the letters on the wall and the Christmas lights organized on top of them. Part of him expected the lights to start blinking again as a helpless little boy begged for help from someplace that Steve still didn’t understand. “The Byers,” he sighed.

“The Byers, 1971, right here in Hawkins,” Nancy nodded.

#HI THIS IS MY NEW FAVORITE FIC I'VE WRITTEN I'LL LOVE YOU FOREVER IF YOU READ IT AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK THANK YOU <3 #ronance #ronancetober #stranger things #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #robin x nancy #nancy x robin #st #stranger things fanfiction #ronance fanfiction #steve harrington #max mayfield #vecna #the conjuring #my fic

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