#before she came out she'd asked if i was interested in hooking up | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

steddieas-shegoes · 3 months

Text

so glad i found you

for @steddielovemonth prompt 'love is coparenting'

rated t | 1,428 words | cw: mention of previous marriage (steve's) | tags: established relationship, single dad steve (except he isn't anymore *wink wink*), steddie dads, modern au, marriage proposal

💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

"Sarah, come on!" Steve yelled from the kitchen, his eyes drifting to the clock that he hoped was lying. They were gonna be late for school. Again.

"Daddy, I can't find my jacket!" Sarah came running through the kitchen, only half-dressed, no backpack in sight.

"What do you mean? It was on the hook last night."

"It's not now."

Steve groaned.

And then a jacket was thrust into his hands and a sleep-rough voice was in his ear. "Found it on the floor in the bathroom."

Steve grabbed the jacket from Eddie, kissing his cheek in thanks.

"Eddie found it, let's go!" Steve yelled before whispering to just Eddie. "Thank you, baby. Sorry for waking you up."

"Needed to get up anyway. Wanted to say bye to Sarah."

Steve watched as Eddie walked over to the cabinet that held their vitamins. He reached in and grabbed the gummies Sarah was supposed to take every day. Steve wasn't always the best about remembering them, but Eddie never forgot.

He reached in the fridge next, grabbing the smoothie Steve forgot about and handing it to him. "Since I know you didn't eat anything," Eddie kissed his cheek again and leaned against the counter holding the gummies for Sarah.

"Thanks, Eds," Steve said as Sarah came crashing back into the kitchen and reached for her jacket. "Why did you move this into the bathroom?"

"I didn't."

"Ah, I fear the ghosts are at it again, Steve," Eddie said, smirking when Sarah giggled. He handed her the gummies once she had her arms in the jacket. "Vitamins to make you big and strong, your highness."

"Thanks, Dad."

Everyone froze. The clock on the wall stopped ticking. The air was sucked out of the room.

Sarah was bright red, and because she wasn't the type to stick around an awkward situation, she turned and walked out of the room.

Eddie blinked at Steve, lips parted as he tried to remember how to breathe.

He'd been with Steve for just over a year, and while he didn't technically live with them, he spent more time at their apartment than his own. He was on Sarah's emergency pick-up list, took her with him to run errands when Steve had to work late, bought her things when the budget allowed just because he wanted to, and would read to her most nights that he stayed over. In many ways, he was her dad.

She hardly knew her mom, only spent two weeks every summer with her and was perfectly fine with that. Steve's ex-wife had admitted from the beginning of the pregnancy that she thought it was a mistake and when she filed for divorce when Sarah was six months old, Steve wasn't surprised. She had no interest in being a mom the way Steve had so desperately wanted to be a dad. But even still, Eddie never wanted them to feel like he was trying to force any type of parental power.

She'd called him Eddie until this moment, and he'd been completely fine with it. He would've been fine with it forever if it meant he got to have them both.

"I can talk to her. I don't think she meant to say it and it's okay if you don't want her to. She'll understand and-" Steve started rambling, trying to prevent Eddie from panicking.

But he wasn't. He was just doing his best not to start crying.

"But did she mean it?" He asked, voice shaking as he realized how much he did want her to call him Dad.

"I dunno, Eds. Probably. You know she never says things she doesn't mean. But we can talk to her-"

"No. I mean, yes, we should. But not because I don't want her to." Eddie took a deep breath. "I've kinda been her dad for a while now. It feels like it, at least. We've been in this together for most of the last year, ya know? I wanna be this for her and for you."

Steve was going to melt into a puddle, maybe right through the floor into the apartment below them. The nice old couple who lived there would have to mop him up.

"Daddy? Da-Eddie?" Sarah's small voice said from the doorway.

"Come here, sweet pea," Steve got down closer to her level. She was tall for her age, but even at eight years old, she was barely level with his chest. "Do you wanna call Eddie Dad? There's no wrong answer."

Eddie nodded, getting down to her level, too.

"It won't hurt my feelings if you just said it by accident, princess. I promise I love being your Eddie," he smiled at her.

He meant that, he wouldn't lie to her. But a small part of him hoped she wouldn't go back to calling him just Eddie after that. Not after he had a taste of what it could be like to be her dad.

"Well, you do dad stuff with me. Like when we built that birdhouse because I was scared the robin would have her eggs in a tree and they'd fall and crack and the babies would die. And when you took me shopping for a dress so I could go to Daddy's awards for work. And you always read to me with the voices and stuff." Sarah was playing with her hair, a nervous habit she'd somehow picked up from Eddie in such a short time. "And that's stuff that Daddy does with me all the time too, like when you're not here with us to do it. And sometimes even when you are and you both do it it feels like I have two dads. I like having two dads."

Steve and Eddie were both barely holding back tears as she spoke. She'd always been incredibly brave about her feelings.

"I like doing all that stuff with you, princess. But I would love it all no matter what you called me, okay?" Eddie said around a barely contained sob.

"But you love Daddy and me right?"

"Of course."

"And you kinda live with us."

He let out a wet laugh. "Yeah, I guess I kinda do."

"And you maybe will get married?"

Steve nearly choked on his own breath. "Sarah, honey, remember I told you that kind of decision is something that takes time and-"

"Yeah, princess. I think maybe we will. Not right now, but someday," Eddie interrupted.

Steve resisted glaring at him. He knew better than to make promises to a child, they'd already been over this before, and he could already see Sarah's wheels spinning.

"Wait-"

"So I can wear a pretty dress?" Sarah asked, as if that was the most important thing. "Can I hold both your hands?"

"If your Daddy is okay with it when it happens. But you know what has to happen first?" Eddie poked her dimple, smiling at her with teary eyes. "He has to say yes."

Sarah looked over at Steve, who was...confused.

"Daddy! Say yes!"

"He's gotta ask!" Steve exclaimed. "And he doesn't have a ring. We've only been together a year."

"Stevie."

Something in Eddie's voice made Steve pause and look at him instead of Sarah.

"I have a ring. Not with me, but. I already know you're it for me." Eddie held Sarah's hand and Steve's. "I just wanted to make sure Sarah was okay with it first. So. Sarah Harrington."

"Yes, Dad?"

Jesus, Steve was pretty sure he would die from this. In a good way, maybe the best way, but Jesus Christ.

"Would it be okay if I ask your dad to marry me? I could be your other dad and I promise I can read to you every night."

"Hm." Sarah thought for barely a second before she beamed at Steve. "Daddy, I'm saying yes. So you have to say yes. I want Eddie to live with us forever."

The most important thing to Steve was someone who Sarah loved and who loved Sarah in return, someone who was part of their family because they wanted to be, someone who felt proud to be theirs.

Eddie checked off all of that and then some.

He looked at Eddie and smiled. "Well, you heard the princess. Yes!"

Being late for school turned into being absent from school. Steve and Eddie skipped work for the day so they could all be together. Eddie went to his apartment to get the ring and Sarah made decorations for a "real" proposal.

He didn't mind that it wasn't anything extravagant. None of them did.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddielovemonth #love is coparenting

696 notes · View notes

ashwhowrites · 3 months

Note

Older! Rockstar! Eddie Munson x Rockstar! Reader, what if they have to do like a tour together, and they realize that they hate each other, like hate to share the stage, hate to spend time together, until the two of them end up hooking up after some drinks at some bar, then, they find each other being like all nervous with each other, because of what happened and bc they're catching feelings, but they hate each other, right? (You can write a tiny bit of angst for the "hate" part, smut and fluff!)

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it! I had a lot of fun with this 🫶🏻 thank you for requesting

We got angst, we got smut and we got fluff

Rockstar love

Y/N was excited as hell when her manager, Samantha, told her she had a summer tour lined up. Y/N was a small independent artist and she couldn't headline a tour on her own, she was grateful for the opportunity to be an opener for one of the biggest artists in the industry, Eddie Munson.

She loved his music and she loved his style. Their writing dynamic was very similar and their music blended well. Even Eddie's manager couldn't pick a better person to open for him.

So Y/N was all packed up and ready for the summer of her life, on tour with someone that she admired. She couldn't possibly think of one bad thing to change her mind.

Well, that was until she met Eddie.

"Hi! I'm Y/N, I'm so ex-" Her introduction was cut off when Eddie's painted nails waved in her face.

"I know, baby. You are so excited to finally meet me, and you're my biggest fan. But I'm in a rush, so why don't you just give me your number and I'll call you tonight?" His smirk was so confident and smug. She couldn't believe he was this conceited.

She scoffed and crossed her arms. "Is that how you talk to women?"

Eddie blinked at her aggressive tone but shook it off. "Women? Nah, that's how I talk to my girl of the night. So interested or not? Like I said I'm in a rush for a meeting." He checked his watch, knowing he was meant to meet whoever his opener was going to be for his tour.

"Not. Nice to meet you, asshole." She gagged and walked off.

This summer started a whole lot worse than she thought.

"Eddie! Glad you made it!" Samantha said with a big smile, no idea Y/N already had a run-in with the man of the hour.

"I'd like you to meet Y/N, she'll be your opener for the tour!" Eddie's eyes switched over to the girl that sat at the table. He choked a little on his spit when he realized it was the girl from outside the building.

"Oh shit, you're my opener?" Eddie asked. He did not make a good first impression.

"I know, baby. You are so excited to finally meet me, but I'm in a rush so can we sign the contract and get a move on?" Y/N said, his words leaving her tongue in a sassy way that Eddie couldn't help but like and hate.

Eddie sent a glare her way but signed the papers.

After the meeting, Y/N was quick to leave. Eddie ran out after her, an apology on his tongue.

"Hey, look, I'm sorry for how I talked to you. Can I make it up to you? Maybe dinner?" Eddie asked, a hopeful smile on his face.

Y/N debated for a while but figured making amends might be better for the summer ahead.

"Dinner is good."

Y/N applied the final touch of her lipstick before she walked out of the small hotel room. Eddie's room across from her. She knocked on the door, waited, and waited.

She huffed when she checked the time and realized she'd been outside his door for five minutes. She gave up and went back into her room, figuring she'd just wait there until he came to her.

But he never did. After two hours, she heard his voice slurring in the hallway as he tried to open his door. She looked out the peephole and saw his arm wrapped around another girl.

She gave up on him immediately.

~~~

Half the summer was sour, they hated to be in the same room with each other. She knew she had a right to be pissed, but Eddie didn't. He hated her because she hated him. He never bothered to apologize or admit he was a selfish asshole. And that's all she wanted.

"Can you stop moving off your X? It's there for a reason!" Y/N snapped, she groaned as they had to stop rehearsal, yet again.

"I'm a rockstar! I'm meant to move around!" Eddie argued. He wasn't used to sharing the stage and he hated it.

"I'm one too! And in case you haven't noticed, I'm doing perfectly fine on my X!"

"You want a fucking gold star for being boring? Difference between an opener and the main show" Eddie snapped, Y/N didn't fight back. She just growled and began the song again.

"Y/N, THAT WAS SO GOOD!" Samantha cheered as Y/N walked off the stage. The first night of your was in the books and Y/N loved the way she felt on the stage. The crowd seemed to like her and she felt like she got them pumped for Eddie's set.

Even though she hated him, she looked his way for approval. After all, she was his opener and cared what he thought about his tour.

"Why the hell are you looking at me?" He asked, his guitar strapped to his body as he waited for his cue.

"I don't know. Just maybe thought you'd like to share your thoughts?" She said, a little shy that she had to admit she wanted to know.

Eddie was taken aback by the nervousness in her eyes, for once she looked vulnerable and not ready to shoot fire. But he couldn't give in, the hatred between them was too powerful and he refused to give in first when she chose to be a bitch towards him.

"I've seen better, you're nothing special." He shrugged and jumped on the stage as his cue was hit. The screams of the arena sounded muted as his words rang in her ears.

She marched off into her dressing room. She didn't bother to watch his set. Unlike him, she can admit when someone has talent and he doesn't deserve her compliments. Instead, she focused on the anger she felt and put it into a song. If he wanted special, she'd show him special.

Within a week, she finished the song and began performing it. It was full of anger and the crowd loved it. The music was loud and it shook the whole place.

Eddie knew the song was about him. She stood there, banging on her guitar as she swore about the big-headed men in her life. He was pissed, it was his tour and here she was bad-mouthing him to his fans. The fans didn't know it was about him, they just related it to a man in their life. But still, he didn't take the disrespect lightly.

And she didn't care. Ever since that first show on tour, she never asked for his thoughts again. She'd get off stage, place down her guitar, and walk straight to the dressing room.

It bothered Eddie that she never sat to watch his set, but he refused to let her know that he cared.

~~~

About a month and a half into the tour, they barely spoke. And if they did, it was to tear each other apart.

But when Y/N's new song was officially released and hit the radio, the crew wanted to go out to celebrate. And to her shock, Eddie showed up.

"I'd like to make a toast!" Y/N slurred, already a few shots in and the alcohol was taking over her body. The table raised a glass, and Eddie rolled his eyes. He might have been a little irritated by all the success she earned from a song that was about him.

"...and thanks to Eddie, the man who inspired the song. Thanks for being an asshole and treating me like shit. Cheers!"

Eddie bit his tongue as he took the shot in front of him, he didn't want to make a scene in a public place. He knew better than that. There would be cameras everywhere.

As the night went on, the more drunk she and Eddie became. The crew called it a night and left. Bad move to leave them alone.

"You know that I can't fucking stand you sometimes." Eddie hissed, trying to ignore the way her lips were wet and glossy from all the drinks she had.

"Yeah, I got the message." She laughed sarcastically. She hated how he got hot and had to throw his hair in a bun. With stupid curls hanging down to frame his perfect face.

"Why did you write the song? Just knew making money off me would be a career move?" He argued, the venom on his tongue was strong and she knew a fight was brewing.

"Oh fuck off. I'm going to the bathroom." She said as she rolled her eyes and walked off.

But Eddie was too mad to let it go. He followed her into the bathroom, locking the door behind them.

"Are you crazy!? This is a bathroom!"

"Answer my fucking question!"

"Yes, Eddie. It was a career move! You were a complete dick the second I met you and looked down on me all because I was an opener! I was grateful for the opportunity and now I realize, you are a selfish prick who only cares to get his dick wet." Her words were knives and perfectly sliced into Eddie's skin. Her eyes are dark as she gets in his face. Every word against his lips as he puffed and huffed.

The fire in his body with all the anger he felt. She stood tall and confident. Right in his face with no care in the world. Her lip snarled and her eyebrows scrunched.

"Jealous or something baby?" He smirked, he noticed the flicker of lust in her eyes before she remained unbothered.

"Of what?" She sneered

"The girl I took to my hotel room instead of you." His smirk was a target and she wanted to smack it off his face. He knew she was waiting and watching. And he had the nerve to never once apologize.

"Not. I like to end my nights with an orgasm." She said with a bitter smile, her hand reached behind him to grab the door but the growl that left his lips made her stop.

She looked up into his eyes and knew she struck a nerve. And she couldn't help but feel how wet her underwear became.

Before she could say another word, insult, or make a noise, his hot mouth was on hers. His hands dived into her hair as he took over her body. His tongue was in her mouth before she could blink. And she hated how easily she moaned.

Her body was against the sink as his hands scrammed to take off her jeans. He pulled away to unbuckle his belt and yank down his jeans, she took a second to catch her breath and remove her shirt. Her head against the mirror as his mouth attached to her chest, his teeth biting down on the flesh as she whined out.

She wasn't thinking, and she knew that. But his mouth felt so good and her cunt ached.

"Is that what this has always been about? Jealous I wasn't fucking your cute cunt?" Eddie teased, and he pulled away his mouth, which allowed her to understand his words.

"No, it's not. You were a dick the second I met you, and discredit me because I'm younger and newer to the industry. Don't flatter yourself." She scoffed. He was so big-headed and she couldn't believe he still didn't understand where he went wrong. "plus I wouldn't care about the girl if I wasn't waiting for you for dinner." She barked out. The hatred and anger filled her body again. Almost like it reminded her why she shouldn't be doing this. She pushed him back and reached for her shirt.

"Oh come on! Don't take it so personally. I forgot we had plans, okay?" He tried to defend but she was already throwing on her shirt.

"Forgot? Or decided that getting a quick fuck meant more?" Maybe in a way, she was hurt by the fact he completely shoved her off for someone else. She liked Eddie, and she always found him attractive and it sucked to meet him and see he was nothing like she thought.

"DO YOU WANT ME TO ADMIT THAT? Would that even make it better?" He laughed out, he couldn't believe it was even a big deal. "if I sat here and told you straight to your face that I wanted some wet pussy wrapped around me instead of sitting at a dinner with you, that make it BETTER? Huh?"

She shouldn't care, she really shouldn't. They weren't even friends and she had no reason to feel the burning jealousy in her stomach that someone got to spend the night with him when it was supposed to be her. She hated that no matter how much he made her hate him, she still felt something pulling her towards him.

She didn't have words, and she wasn't sure how to respond.

All she wanted was an apology

"Because that pussy was the best I've ever had and I don't regret it." He seethed out, and that struck a nerve in her. Apart from the jealousy and stupid high school games, he felt she wasn't worth apologizing to. She realized she'd never get that apology.

This time, she did go to smack the smirk off his face. Her right hand was high in the air as she aimed for his cheek, but his hand caught her. A deadly look in his eyes. They were breathing hard into each other's faces. She felt her cunt pulse, and he felt his cock pulse in his boxers, his jeans still on the floor.

She whimpered as he took control, again. He kept his grip on her arm, turning her around and pressing his cock against her ass. He held her arm behind her back, she was trapped between him and the sink.

No words were said, both relieving their aches as his free hand ripped off her underwear. The sound made her clench, then his fingers were inside of her. She moaned as he didn't care to be soft or gentle. Three fingers deep inside her cunt as his cock pressed against her ass. She moaned out and her head was thrown back into his shoulder.

His hand let her arm free, and she moved it to grip the sink, his fingers pumping inside of her. He was skilled, experienced, and knew exactly how to hit the right spots. Her head was fuzzy as she got lost in the feeling. With his free hand, he grabbed her chin and turned her head towards him. Her eyes closed in bliss as his lips touched hers.

His fingers moved faster inside of her as his lips tasted her. He felt the moan in the back of his throat as she clenched around him. His stomach flipped when her warm tongue worked inside of his mouth. He growled as her tongue dominated his.

The aching in his boxers became too much, he removed his fingers, smirking as she whined at the lost touch. But he was quick to fill her again, but this time with his pulsing cock. She moaned as she fucked into her. Nothing about it was romantic. It was heavy breaths, growls, moans, and the sound of their skin smacking. Her nails dug into the sink as he destroyed her. His mouth was on hers again as he moved his hips against her, loving the way she clenched around him. Her knees were weak when his fingers began to rub her clit.

She couldn't focus on anything except that burning feeling in her stomach and the build-up of her orgasm.

"Eddie." She squeaked, her hands moved up her body and reached behind her, feeling him underneath her fingertips.

"Shh, I know, baby. Let it go. I got you. Cum for me, gorgeous. Be right here." He said softly, she didn't think she'd ever heard him sound so sweet. She nodded as she gasped, letting herself go. She shook on his cock as she came. The relief she felt from every aching part of her body vanished.

She hissed as he slipped out of her, but she was fast to wrap her hand around him. Jerking him off as she looked in the mirror ahead. His forehead was against her shoulder as he breathed hard. His hands gripped her hips and he moved his hips to her rhythm.

"Watch yourself." She said, her tone demanding. He looked up, his blown-out lustful eyes took in their reflection. The sight of her hand wrapped around his red cock made his thighs shake.

He kept his eyes on her reflection as he painted the sink and her hand with his cum. He panted hard as she needed him off through it.

She washed off her hands and got dressed. Awkwardly handing Eddie his clothes.

He silently grabbed the jeans from her hands and put them on. He watched as she dressed herself.

"I'm, um, I'm sorry for the way I treated you and for ditching you," Eddie whispered, not to her but to the floor.

"Thanks, Eddie." She said, and she meant it. She knew that's all she would get. She gave him a small smile and walked out.

Where the hell do they stand now?

~~~

After that event, things between them got blurry. They found themselves feeling something different. Almost like they got out every bit of anger inside of them. Like the anger was just the first layer. And now other feelings were being revealed.

Y/N couldn't help but notice she was putting more work into her appearance. More makeup touches and asking for more sexier clothes for when she performs. She almost felt like she wanted Eddie's eyes on her all the time. Because she couldn't help but have her eyes on him.

Eddie couldn't help but stare whenever she was near. It was like his eyes automatically found her in the room and he couldn't get enough. He noticed things about her that he didn't see at first. He always found her attractive, but now it was deeper than that. He found a new favorite thing about her every day. He started watching more of her performances and found the compliments slipping off his tongue.

The air changed between them. Now they were nervous and didn't know what to say. They didn't talk about what happened but both wished that the other still thought about it.

They tried to ignore how nervous they were and how awkward it made things. Y/N felt like they both needed to talk about what happened to either go back to normal or discuss what was next for them because this situation was too weird.

It was nearly midnight when they made it back to the hotel after their show, Eddie went to head into his room when Y/N spoke up.

"Do you think we could talk?" She asked, the shakiness in her voice made it clear she was nervous.

"Uh sure," Eddie said, his nerves kicked in as he unlocked the door.

She followed behind and took a seat on the bed. He removed his shoes and then took the spot next to her. His shoulder against hers as he waited for her to speak.

"About the thing that happened," she started, already hating the conversation. Eddie coughed awkwardly as he stared at his hands. "I'm just going to be fully honest and I can leave right after. But, it hasn't left my head. I know it was full of hatred and anger. And it probably didn't mean anything and I didn't think it would. But it almost feels like I let out all that anger and now I'm left with other feelings." She admitted, slowly looking towards him to read his expression.

"What kind of other feelings?" He asked, he turned his head to look at her. He hoped she meant the same feelings he'd been feeling. The feeling of wanting each other again. And maybe wanting each other always.

"Feelings like that I like you and my stomach hurts when I think about all the girls in the crowd that want to go home with you." She admitted, looking down at her own hands as she blushed.

She was surprised when Eddie reached for her hand and laced their fingers together. He reached over and used his pointer finger to tilt up her chin. Her eyes looked into his as she anxiously waited for him to speak.

"I tend to be a dick so girls want anything to do with me after sex. But, I'm fucking grateful to hear you still like my dumbass." He joked, a smile on his face as she laughed. "Even though we had sex out of anger, there was something so real there and it hasn't left my mind. The way you pulled so much emotion out of me. I've never had someone do that. I like you too, and I'd like a chance to take you on a date and treat you the way you always should have been treated."

She felt her heart skip at his words, and a feeling of excitement bubbled in her stomach.

"I'd like that." She said as she tried to bite back her smile.

"Perfect, let's go right now." He said he stood up with their hands still laced.

"What? Right now! It's midnight!" She argued, her eyes looking to the clock.

"Don't care. I'm not wasting a second to take you out. The world is asleep, let's go have our fun before it wakes up ." He said with a wink, smiling as she stood up and together they ran out of his room like idiots.

Maybe the summer was finally looking up.

Tags!

@bmunson86 @mxcheese @ladymunson @michaelfuckinglangdon @z0mbie-blah @biittersweet @mirrorsstuff @somethingvicked @micheledawn1975 @ago-godance @magnificantmermaid @tlclick73 @hargrovesswifee @cityofidek @manyfandomsfanvergentreblogs @silky-luxe @lokiofasgard616 @loving-and-dreaming @eddiemunsonsbitch69 @thegemaqua @ashlynnkennedy @strangerthingsstories5255 @harringt8ns @pleasinghellfire @whoscamila @stusdollface93 @gretavankleep37 @bellaisswagger

250 notes · View notes

svltzmans · 7 months

Text

boxer! hope mikaelson headcanons

a/n: i've been thinking about this hc for weeks guys i'm in love!

warnings: nsfw content (18+), mention of minor violence/injury, as always not edited just a bunch of thoughts

boxing is one of hope's favorite ways to exercise, and also one of her coping methods when she gets upset or angry

most of the time, hope uses a punching bag for her workouts

(something she knows won't get tired)

she boxes until her fingers blister, and her hands are too sore to continue

when hope works out, she pushes herself as hard as she can

and she doesn't mind getting a few badass injuries in the process

hope has definitely broken a few boxing bags, not realizing her own strength

she gets so enthralled with her punches that she doesn't think about it

she'd be an hour or so into her workout session, and the bag would just fly off the chain holding it up

the first time this happened, she just stared at it for a minute and burst out laughing

hope also sometimes likes to spar, and she'll usually get another supernatural to train with her

but one day you'd ask her if she wanted to spar with you

and she's honestly shocked, because you had never shown any interest in boxing before

she'd absolutely agree to train you

but not before teasing you a little

"i'm gonna go easy on you baby, don't worry"

she'd help you wrap your hands to protect them from getting blistered

she'd be super homoerotic about it, of course

"such pretty hands, baby. gonna show me how you use 'em?"

she'd let you pick out a pair of her gloves to borrow

(but you'd end up keeping them)

hope would start by having you punch the bag so that she could "see your skills"

but she actually just wants to watch you

because she thinks it's so hot that you're doing this with her

hope knew you were strong

but she didn't know you were that strong

she's in awe of your every move, watching you (seemingly effortlessly) throw punches

eventually she can't help herself and starts shouting praise your way

"there you go baby, that's it"

"such a strong girl, you're doing amazing"

"beat the shit out of that thing, pretty girl"

hope is too focused on you to notice that the chain holding the bag to the ceiling is starting to weaken

and eventually, the bag flies off and across the room

"oh shit!" you'd yell, thinking you'd owe the salvatore school a new punching bag

"damn love, you're too strong for the bag."

hope manages to fix the bag, hooking it back onto the ceiling

"think you're ready for me?" hope says, wrapping her own hands

"bring it on."

you and hope would start sparring, dancing around each other

and it would be almost impossible for you to focus, seeing the passion and intensity in hope's eyes

hope wasn't lying when she said she would go easy

her hits are gentle enough that they're not the slightest bit painful

she'd stop to check in a lot, double checking that she's not being too rough

and you'd do the same, even though she always had the same response

"i like it rough."

while trying to dodge a hit, hope loses her footing and lands on the gym floor below her

laughing, she pretends to collapse and just stays on the ground

instinctively, you'd straddle her, hovering above her

"knockout," you'd taunt, finally leaning in to kiss her

"seeing you about to beat me up is pretty hot," hope would mutter between kisses

"there's more where that came from," you'd say, pretending to throw a punch jokingly

you'd lay down next to hope, both of you staring at the ceiling

you'd just enjoy each other's company for a while

and hope would help you take off your hand wraps and gloves

(and probably kiss your hands because duh, she's a romantic)

i need to box with hope rn and exercise with her more after iykwim lmao

#hope mikaelson #hope mikaelson x reader #wlw #legacies #legacies x reader #hope mikaelson x fem reader #the originals x reader #hope mikaelson x fem! reader #hope mikaelson headcanons #hope mikaelson imagine #hope mikaelson fic

138 notes · View notes

kkongdakz · 3 months

Text

“ DRUNK OF YOU. ” ft. zhang hao

summary : you don't know how or when this rivalry between you and hao developed, but you knew you'd never lose against him. even when it came to drinking more alcohol than the boy.

hao x gn!reader, genre : rivals to somewhat lovers, warnings : angst if you squint, partying, alcohol consumption, drunk y/n and hao, kissing, maybe a little suggestive, wc : 2,3k>

never in your life had you liked going out too much, especially at some random student parties where the watchword was to end up completely drunk. shuffling your feet as you entered the house, where the smell of alcohol mixed with cigarettes tingled your nostrils, the loud music quickly assaulted your ears. squinting and sighing, ready to turn back and run to your house, a hand suddenly and firmly grasped your wrist — pivoting on yourself, ready to strike violently the person who had dared to touch you, your gaze fell on your best friend's face, her eyes bloodshot and a silly grin hanging on her face.

« y/n, you're here ! » she shouted over the music, her voice destabilized by the alcohol she'd been drinking since she'd arrived. a worried look appeared on your face : who could have let her drink so much and not look after her in your absence? her boyfriend was definitely really a good-for-nothing. rolling your eyes as you hooked your arm around her waist, despite your selfish self wanting to leave her here and go home, you follow her into the madding crowd. « i'm so happy, we can have fun together ! follow me ! » she shouted again, jumping up and down as she spilled half her drink on the floor. you loved her very much, but you hated it when she got into a state like that. but you didn't even have time to say anything to her, she was already pulling you into another room without asking your opinion.

letting your eyes wander here and there, taking care not to step on anyone, your pupils came into contact with a face that was all too familiar for your liking. in one of the corner of the living room, a glass in his hand and a smirk that made you want to unscrew his head, the one who could best be described as your rival, stood in the violet-blue light of the room. zhang hao seemed to be enjoying the party, but he didn't seem drunk at all — maybe he hadn't been drinking, just like you. not like you're interested anyway. but the boy with freshly red-dyed hair must have felt a lingering gaze on his silhouette, as he caught a glimpse of your face before you disappeared from his field of vision. finally something interesting, he thought, pulling his best friend's arm to try and catch you in your tracks.

arriving in the second room, your best friend handed you a glass of alcohol she'd just served, before pointing to the ping pong table in the middle of the room. « i want to play beer pong with you, » she explained, giving you the sweetest eyes in the world as you were already shaking your head negatively, « please y/n, please ! pleaseeeee ! »

« i'll play against you. » a voice behind you made you sigh quietly, pinching the bridge of your nose, knowing full well who had just spoken. leaning forward slightly while you turned your head to face the boy, a shocked expression painted your best friend's face, « oh hey hao ! are you here to play too? » — the boy's eyes never left yours, even though you weren't the one who asked the question. instead, he simply crossed his arms over his chest, nodding positively before approaching the table when the previous game had just finished. « i'm sure hao can drink more than y/n anyway. » you heard to your right, which made your blood boil and awakened your competitive spirit. you'd chosen to remain reasonable, but the urge to wipe that damned smirk off his damn lips was stronger than you. so, more determined than ever, you swallowed the content of your red cup in one gulp before settling down on the other side of the ping pong table, your determined gaze sending a chill down some people's spines.

« alright, moron, i hope you're ready to take the shame of your life, because i don't intend to stop drinking before you do. » you declared, warming the ping-pong balls between your fingers and not taking your eyes off your opponent. hao let a mocking laugh leave his lips, his gaze even darker and more defiant than before, with his index finger pointing at you, « you're going to go home begging me to forget about this night, y/n. i guarantee it. »

and that was the start of a long, long night of competition, with beer pong and line-shots, each more treacherous than the last. at first, everything went well, as you expected, you won. a first play, a second, then a third... but by the fourth, your hand no longer seemed to want to aim the cups correctly, while a group of attentive spectators formed around you. hao seemed jubilant to see you lose so easily, despite the rosy color that had settled on his cheekbones after a few drinks in one go — but you weren't about to let him get you down, and decided to change places so you could swallow shots of vodka against him.

« are you sure you don't want to give up? » he whispered in your ear, his hand clasped around your waist as you filled the glasses with vodka under the applause of the other almost-too-drunk students. turning your gaze towards him, your eyes plunging into his, you offered him a smile as false and provocative as possible, before handing him one of the twenty-four shots you had just served. « good luck hao, you know that vodka is my specialty, right? » — the innocent tone you used caused the boy to press his tongue against his cheek, his eyes riveted to the glass he grabbed without waiting, making the liquid run down his throat for the next second. and without waiting, you imitated his movements, swallowing your twelve shots of vodka in quick succession. and again. and again. and again.

then suddenly, the world began to spin around you, and you felt the sudden need to isolate yourself and drink a large glass of water. the people around you had dissipated — finally, you thought, and before you could muster all the strength you had left to walk upstairs to reach the bathroom, the only sight that interested you was a certain red-haired boy, face asleep against the bar.

caught up in an uncontrollable fit of giggles, feeling the walls under your palm to stay on your feet, you finally reached the room you were interested in. raising your arms to the sky and hopping slightly after opening the door, you watched your reflection in the mirror, a big, victorious smile occupying your whole face. « i win ! i win ! i win ! » you shouted to yourself, laughing even harder. obviously completely drunk, you did a little victory dance, congratulating yourself on your exploits — even if the reward was a terrible headache the next morning.

approaching the sink to keep yourself upright, you turned on the tap to splash some water on your face, praying that you'll be able to sleep it off quickly and be home in an hour. a long sigh left your lips, and you straightened up before hearing a heavy crash against the door, forcing you to turn around to see where the noise was coming from. putting your hand against your mouth to prevent yourself from bursting out laughing, your gaze fell on hao's silhouette, who had just smashed his face on the floor trying to get into the bathroom.

you didn't even try to pick him up — the boy was already on his feet before you even had time to pull out your phone to take a picture of him. « are you laughing at me? » he asked, between a hiccup and a falsely annoyed tone, which made him much less credible. laughing as you crossed your arms against your chest and leaned back against the sink, you grinned as you watched him clear away the dirt on his clothes from his fall, « yeah, i am. what are you going to do about it? »

gently raising his gaze towards you, you noted the sudden change of atmosphere in the room. the air was warmer, tenser — and it wasn't because there was no air-conditioning in the room. why does hao seem so much more attractive to you now? you've always found him handsome, there's no point in lying : he has irresistible charm, pretty brown eyes and a mouth that's perfect for kissing. but you'll never admit such a thing out loud — you'd rather die.

« i'll come over there and make you shut up then. » he finally declared, putting his shirt back on in a nonchalant way that still let you catch a glimpse of the well-defined line of his abs. he definitely knew what he was doing when he did it, there was no way he couldn't feel the tension in the air under the subdued bathroom light. especially when a wry smile suddenly appeared on your pretty lips, the same smile that haunted his thoughts day and night. « you can always try. » you finally answer, running your hand through your hair without ever taking your eyes off him. and that's all it took for hao to put his words into action, hurrying his heavy steps towards you before grasping your lips with his.

your eyes opened wide, your hands fumbled in the air without knowing how to react : was he really kissing you to stop you talking? it was rough, a bit too rushed, but warm, so warm. after long seconds of hesitation, your eyelids closed to let you enjoy the madness of the moment — kissing the person you so despised was definitely not on the list of things to do at this party. but under your drunken mind, under the subdued light and the mad desire of your heart, your body began to act on its own : your hands slipping around his waist, until your cold fingers brushed his skin, his ribs shivering at your touch. hao hurriedly ran his hands over your cheeks, your skin burning under his fingers from the alcohol, manipulating your face to tilt it to the side and kiss you harder, with more brutality, sliding his tongue against yours in a moment of inattention on your part.

but despite everything that was happening inside you, the feelings and sensations racing through your body, which seemed to be losing all its equilibrium, and the desire to continue as everything seemed so good to you — something definitely seemed out of your control. how could you have ended up in such a situation? breathless, hao pulled away from your mouth for a few seconds, his breath crashing against your lips, just to easily lift your thighs and sit you on the edge of the sink. « was that supposed to happen? » you sighed breathlessly, your chest rising and falling at an abnormal speed, your breathing jerky, « that felt like a crime against humanity. »

a chuckle left hao's bruised lips, your lipstick now smeared on them. you must have looked like two beautiful messes by now. even though your head was screaming at you that this wasn't a good thing, your hands clutched at his top, the fabric crumpled under your fingers. « oh yea? » he whispered, brushing your lips with his, falsely nibbling the lower part without ever kissing you again, even if you were dying to feel him against you again. « hao.. » you say almost pleadingly, your fingers pressing desperately on the small of his back to hold his body against you, and you swore you saw a wry smile take possession of his mouth before he lost himself against your lips a second time.

your stomach was strangely warm, your muscles numb and your heart racing, as if you'd just run around the soccer pitch five times. you could blame it all on the alcohol, like the side effects of all the vodka currently coursing through your veins, but the truth was that no one but hao was responsible for all those sensations. « this is so wrong.. » you murmured, against his swollen lips, even though you were pushing them away to feel them as close to yours as possible.

« if so, then stop me, darling, » he replied, pulling his lips away to place a wet kiss against your neck, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin of your thigh, « you tempt me, y/n, » he continued, in a more suave tone that made you lose all your composure, with light, barely audible sighs escaping from the back of your throat, « ..and you drive me insane. »

under normal circumstances, you'd be more than surprised to hear such words coming from the mouth of the one and only zhang hao, the one that made your college years so much more stressful than they needed to be. but you'd be lying if you didn't dare admit to him that your heart was constantly racing because of him. from the start, even if his favourite pastime was to drive you completely mad, hao had always been able to make something resonate in you, in a way that no one had ever done before. it was very cliché to say that your rival was making you fall into a spiral of love that you should never have touched in the first place, but the truth was there, and against all odds, it was mutual. even though it was probably the alcohol that had helped him admit it to you.

« fuck it. » you suddenly let go, your hands leaving his shirt to grip his cheeks with determination. deflecting his face from your neck, you crushed your lips against his, with much more desire than you would have liked. and you felt him smile against your lips, his hands moving gently up to grip your hips and encircle your waist firmly. he was right after all, you were probably going to beg him to forget about this night when you've come back to your senses and are no longer under his charms because of the alcohol you've swallowed.

⿻ taglist › @snowflakemoon3 @annoyingbitch83 @kpoprhia @ilovechanhee @wtfhyuck @beomibeom @neroislost @lviee @taegicarus @lvlicky @tmrx2gther @zeromattone @solarwoniii @he4rtsforjihoon @dead-isshh @alwayswook @cintabinnie @lovelickyyy @ihrtgw @nichoswag @i520cm @wccycc @yueriots @iraa567

want to be on the taglist? › fill this google form please! but before, please make sure to check in your tumblr' settings if you can be tagged !

104 notes · View notes

super-who-locked-me-in-here · 4 days

Note

Do you think he was ever in love with Bedelia like he was in love with Will? I ask this because Bedelia says they were both the "brides of Hannibal". But Hannibal never courted her like he did with Will, Bedelia came into Hannibal's life much before Will but he never pursued her like he did with Will. Mads said he wanted a future with Will unlike with other people he hooked up with Alana, Bedelia or Anthony. He took her to Italy as a consolation prize when Will betrayed him. Even in Italy H was pining about Will all the time and telling Bedelia how much he loves Will. I know he slept with Bedelia but he probably slept with Anthony too and he slept with Alana, Hannibal is a hedonistic guy who sleeps around. For him sleeping with someone doesn't mean he is in love with them. On the other hand he took a bullet for Will, went to prison for years for Will, made a human heart for Will, jumped off a cliff for Will, committed a whole massacre for Will. But when Will confronts Bedelia, she pretends as if Hannibal held them in the same regard which is obviously not true. Hannibal would choose Will over her in a heart beat and even she knows it but yet she acts as if Hannibal sees them both equally. I don't understand why? 😭 Why do you think?why make herself seem like a competition when she is not?

My personal take on it is that Bedelia is Hannibal's Molly. Molly/Bedelia was the second choice, pursued after the man that Will/Hannibal wanted acted unexpectedly and now he has to live without him.

Bedelia and Will were both Hannibal's brides, the same way Hannibal and Molly are both Will's.

The ultimate difference between Will and Molly and Hannibal and Bedelia lies in what the women saw and how much they accepted. Will worked hard to keep his true self from Molly and she was content with the fact that she'd never be able to see all the way behind the mask. Hannibal exposed a lot of himself to Bedelia, and what little he didn't show, she forced the mask the rest of the way off so she could see it. Molly offered common courtesy and a happy family picture to escape to whereas Bedelia offered a safe façade to escape with, with no remorse for her prying actions.

I do think Hannibal slept with Bedelia because regardless of the intimate hints that were there (unzipping Bedelia's dress, him walking around shirtless without his hair slicked back, her bathing him), Bedelia is a curious creature and her curiousity shows itself as gluttony. I don't actually think it's lust that she felt for him, and definitely not love, but she wanted to glut herself on every detail about the way Hannibal's mind and body worked, and she wanted to be the only one to know both, or at least be the first. She's a hedonist, just like Hannibal, so it wouldn't surprise me in the least if between her curiousity and both their hedonism, they slept together once to experiment and it ended up working for both of them, even if it was an emotionless act, so they continued doing it.

And I think Will was tolerant of his marriage with Molly. It's really funny the way the loop works out because I've already elaborated on how Bedelia is Hannibal's Molly, but I think Molly is also what Alana would've been to Will if they'd pursued a relationship earlier on. She's sweet and friendly and beautiful. She's good with kids and Will's dogs. She appears delicate and lighthearted but is actually quite headstrong when those she cares about are put in danger. She's tolerant. She's the perfect wife, and she always will be until the moment Will exposes himself and his desire to pursue darker interests, to pursue Hannibal. Then he's not a good husband, and it's hard to be a good wife for a bad husband. Molly at the very least didn't have the chance to leave Will; he made that choice for her.

But in the end, hedonism and tolerance are very different than true happiness and acceptance. So no, I don't think Hannibal loved Bedelia. I think she was a distraction and a means to an end and an escape to an unfulfilling life because Hannibal couldn't have the good life that he wanted with Will. And to some extent I think Molly was all that for Will too.

#got kinda off track there whoopsie #lmao #what a fun question though #hannibal #hannibal analysis #hannibal lecter #will graham #bedelia du maurier #molly foster graham #alana bloom #hannibal season 3 #ask #anon ask #dot says

33 notes · View notes

cringefailvox · 2 months

Note

i think it’s interesting how lucifer doesn’t give much thought to hell and its residents, esp the sinners ( who he thinks r all mistakes lol) and since rosie is a hellborn do you think that would decrease or increase a positive impression of her to lucifer ? (also her being alastor’s bestie JDJDJDJ)

i'm so excited you're asking me abt rosie & lucifer actually, bc @coppercrow's fic pin the blanket on the demon totally hooked me on their potential dynamic and i've been chewing on it ever since

so i don't actually know if rosie is hellborn as of the current canon of the show, because i know that seemed to be the consensus before s1 came out but things might've changed. assuming that she is hellborn, lucifer wouldn't immediately have the negative image in his head that he does of all sinners, even if the cannibalism thing... yuck... but she's so genuinely warm and charming in a way that wouldn't make his "fakeass ingratiating/politicking bullshit" alarms go off the way they probably did with mimzy. he'd also be more inclined to like her & be friendly with her because charlie likes her, and in fact charlie won't stop gushing about how helpful she's been, so there might be an element of gratitude too for rosie's support -- and it wouldn't tick him off like alastor's did, because alastor played up the whole dad thing on purpose to be a bitch but rosie was just honestly impressed with charlie!

also, i think lucifer has a weakness for kind, strongwilled women who take no shit, and watching rosie interact with alastor would both a) be gratifying to see alastor get fondly bullied and b) make him start to wonder if she'd drag him around like that, which, i think she would. if anyone would be charmed by the fact that he's a genuinely earnest, good-intentioned person underneath the veneer of desperate overcompensation & insecurity, it'd be rosie, who let's be honest probably loves to do charity work with hopelessly emotionally stunted men

#what was i talking about #i love rosie #lucifer #rosie #alastor #hazbin hotel #lucifer/rosie ship name? i'm coining one. for me #roseapple

30 notes · View notes

godlizzza · 6 months

Note

Prompt: Danbert outside POV? Bonus points if it’s the POV of someone at the hospital like a fellow doctor or nurse, but I’m not picky!

After twenty years of nursing, Simone had been through just about every emotion possible when it came to her job. From the hopeful highs fresh out of her degree, bright-eyed and optimistic, to the lows of burnout, hating her job, her life, and everything in between, before finally arriving at where she was now. Which was a quiet acceptance of the daily toils her line of work entailed. She both loved and hated certain parts of the hospital, but for the most part she just focused on one task at a time, going through the motions until she could clock out and go home to work on painting her miniatures.

One thing she definitely despised, though, was watching the drama between her coworkers. Simone mostly kept to herself and select few others; Cassandra, a fellow nurse, Paula, one of the cleaning ladies, and Bob, who came in every other day to do maintenance around the building. She largely didn't care for doctors, who were either cocky, negligent, or some combination of both. The two doctors at the top of her shit list were those freaks, Cain and West.

Simone looked up from her patient notes at the sound of West's clipped voice and spotted him engaged in a heated argument with Cain. They both wore pinched expressions as they glared at each other over a sleeping patient. It seemed like they were trying to keep their voices down, but their hushed whispers were getting louder and louder until they were basically shouting at each other in raspy voices.

Simone caught mention of something to do with keeping the basement clean before losing interest and walking off.

It was a few hours later when she was walking back to the floor from Pathology that she heard the familiar sound of the two men arguing inside a broom closet. She came to a halt, her sneakers squeaking softly on the linoleum floor. On any other day she would've just assumed the two were a couple of closet cases looking for a quick hook-up at work--irritating and unprofessional--and left it at that, but the urgency in West's voice had her straining her ears.

"Please, Danny," West breathed on the other side of the door. "I need it."

"Herbert, no," came Cain's reply, though even to Simone's ears he sounded like he was wavering. "We talked about this."

"I know but I just need you to give me a little," West whined. "Just enough to see me through 'til the end of the day. I can't stop myself from staring at you...knowing you could give it to me any time."

Simone's hand flew to her mouth to stifle her gasp. She'd never pegged West as being so whorish. Cain, yes. That man looked ready to both burst into tears and get nasty on a gurney 24/7, but West had always seemed to be the more buttoned-up of the two. How wrong she'd been. She supposed it was true what they said: nerd on the streets, freak in the sheets.

"Can't you at least just wait until we get home?" Cain asked. "It feels wrong, doing it here at work."

"I can't wait," West panted, sounding like a dog in heat. "I need it now. I need you now."

God damn, Simone thought. Cassandra was going to have a field day when she told her about this.

"Simone?"

Simone spun around to see Rachel, the head nurse, walking down the hall towards her. She was frowning in evident confusion.

"You okay?" Rachel asked.

Simone nodded quickly, already backing away from the broom closet (which had suddenly gone quiet). "Mhmm, yep. I'm fine. Was just heading back to the floor."

"Alright," Rachel said, sounding unconvinced. "Well, hurry up, please. Shenton needs help dealing with Mr. Collins."

"Right away," Simone replied, hurrying away.

She didn't look at West or Cain for the rest of the day. She thought it'd probably be a long time before she could look at either of them again without remembering West's breathy, desperate voice.

First that massacre a few months back and now this? Why couldn't she work at a normal hospital?

#the other ppl at the hospital think herb and dan are staring in some greys anatomy type shit #dan wishes he was #but alas #danbert #dan cain #herbert west #re-animator #reanimator #asks #my fics #writing prompt

31 notes · View notes

skylarstark4826 · 2 months

Text

Ginny Weasley sat at the counter of her brothers' joke shop, going over the books for Fred and George. It was summer, and the weather outside was warm and lovely. She'd been working here for about three weeks now, and things were finally looking up. When she'd first come here to work over the summer holidays, she'd expected to work hard, but Fred and George were working her butt off! She thought it would be interesting to work in a gag shop because she had lots of ideas, too, and hers would bring in female customers. But they never listened to her ideas. She had several that she thought would attract more customers. She'd noticed that there were very few girls or young women coming to the shop. So she had tried to develop novelty items geared toward females. But Fred and George just laughed at them, telling Ginny they would take care of product development as long as she took care of stock and inventory.

She really shouldn't complain, she'd told herself. She was earning money, she spent a lot of time browsing through Diagon Alley, and she didn't have to stay home with Ron. He was in a filthy temper right now since Hermione's parents had decided to take her to America for a few weeks and Ron was stuck at home until then.

She'd been trying to come up with an idea the twins couldn't brush off, for almost two weeks. She had one idea she thought would be popular, something she called 'Dragon Kisses'. She blushed to even think about it, but it was simply a chunk of chocolate with spicy hot cinnamon candy in the middle. Fred had liked it, but George said the hot candy wasn't enough of a hook. It needed something else. Ginny blushed at the idea, because her inspiration for the candy was probably one of the most embarrassing things she'd ever done.

Sitting there in the afternoon warmth, Ginny thought back to the week before school got out. It all started with a stupid game.

"Truth or dare?" Ginny looked nervously at the girls sitting it a small circle in one of the empty classrooms in the dungeon. They met regularly to giggle and gossip and play silly games like 'truth or dare' and 'what if'. Ginny usually had a good time because no matter what they asked her, she would rather tell the truth than take one of the sometimes silly, sometimes frightening dares the others came up with. They met in deserted classrooms because there was an assortment of girls from all four houses. But tonight, Ginny felt decidedly uncomfortable. A few of the girls, the Slytherins, were complaining because Ginny never chose 'dare'. They called her 'chicken', 'goody-goody Gryff', and other names, trying to get her to take a dare for once. Even her friends in Gryffindor were losing patience with her. And she had promised to take one dare since the end of term was almost here and they would be breaking for summer vacation in a little over a week.

"Truth!" she said quickly, and looked apologetically at her friends. The girls made sounds of disgust, but the game wasn't over yet. One of the Slytherin girls, Bianca, gave her a smirk, then asked her question.

"Alright, Ginny, who do you think is the most kissable boy in school?"

Ginny frowned. Most kissable? What the heck did that mean?

"Do you mean who is most accessible? Or do you mean who would I want to kiss most, or who do most of the girls want to kiss?"

Bianca rolled her eyes. "Gods, Ginny, you're not testifying in court. Who is the most kissable?"

Ginny closed her eyes and thought. Well, Seamus Finnegan was probably the most willing to kiss just about anyone. He was cute and funny, and not the least discriminating in giving out his affection. But most of the girls thought Justin Finch-Fletchly was adorable, and were always sighing over him. Personally, Ginny would love—just once—to kiss-…

"All right, all right! Who do you think would be the best kisser in school! Is that clear enough?" The pretty Slytherin girl looked impatient. "Just answer the question, already."

Ginny was already nervous, and was now more so. That changed the question. She thought quickly, but even though her brain said Seamus Finnegan, her mouth said, "Draco Malfoy!"

The rest of the girls squealed in delight! It was almost a joke how all of them except Ginny had at one time or another said she would like to kiss the arrogant prat. But they, or rather, Bianca, had tricked her into that answer. Ginny almost got up to leave, terribly embarrassed. What if the git heard that she'd said she thought he would be a good kisser? But her best friend, Kit, placed an affectionate arm around Ginny's shoulders and gave her a quick hug.

"Remember," she said stoutly, "Ginny didn't say she wanted to, just that she thought he would be good at it!"

This statement brought another round of laughter along with a few catcalls. Finally, the game got going again. After that last question, Ginny felt like she could handle almost anything.

When it was her turn again, Ginny screwed up her courage. "Truth or dare?" This time the question came from a sweet Hufflepuff girl. Ginny felt safe in saying, "Dare."

The other girls were silent. This was it! The Hufflepuff girl smiled and twirled a bit of her hair around her finger, thinking.

"Okay, Gin, here it is. And remember, you have to do it!"

"Yeah, I know, just get on with it."

"All right, then. There's a Hogsmeade visit this weekend. Sometime this Saturday, with one of us watching, you have to…" she paused, drawing out the tension. "Kiss Draco Malfoy!"

The other girls were silent for a second then exploded in applause! The girl from Hufflepuff was still talking, but Ginny couldn't hear her over the racket from the others. Bianca and the other Slytherin girl began to singsong, "Ginny's kissing Draco! Ginny's kissing Draco!" while the others were howling with laughter. Ginny stared at the girl who dared her! She couldn't' believe it! Kiss Malfoy? They must be crazy!

"You don't really expect me to kiss that conceited prat, do you? I mean, it's just ridiculous!"

"Oh, ho!" Bianca waved her arms for silence. "Are you forfeiting? You know what happens if you do, right?"

Ginny gulped. If she forfeited, she could no longer come to these gatherings. She would be ostracized. After her first, horrible year at Hogwarts, she had found it difficult to make friends. It had taken several years to find a group she felt at ease with. If she lost them, her last year would be miserable. But the alternative was to kiss that scummy, slimy creep who made Ron's life (and hers to a lesser extent) such a pain. HE was a pain! And they wanted her to KISS him? The girls were watching her and Ginny knew she had no choice. She looked down and said, "All right, I'll do it!"

They applauded again, but the girl who had dared her waved for quiet.

"Ginny, did you even hear the conditions?"

Conditions? What conditions? Ginny was about to ask, but it didn't matter. She would do it, because she needed friends, and these girls, despite their rare spitefulness, really were her friends.

The next morning, Ginny was wondering whether she should jump off a turret, have her head examined, or just throw herself into the lake. Maybe all three. She had finally gotten the conditions of the dare. She must kiss Malfoy in front of at least one of the other girls. She must kiss him on the mouth. The kiss must last at least five seconds (counted one-one thousand, two-one thousand, three-one thousand…). And finally, she had to (ugh!) use her tongue! Gods, she'd rather be ostracized! And if Ron heard about it, he'd kill her! She tried to impress on the girls how important it was that Ron (and that meant Hermione, Harry, Seamus, Parvati, and Lavender) must not hear a word about it. In fact, they had better not tell ANYONE! She wasn't sure how successful her warning had been, but so far she hadn't received any knowing looks or snickers or smirks.

She tried to avoid being anywhere Malfoy might be, because knowing she would have to approach him and kiss him made her even more nervous around him than she usually was. Her Gryffindor friends were supportive and tried not to giggle whenever they happened to pass him, but they weren't always successful. Ginny didn't giggle, but it didn't matter. The look he gave them collectively was bad enough. The week sped by, with Saturday coming all too soon. The girls decided to meet in Hogsmeade at the Three Broomsticks, then they would look around together. Ginny could decide when and where she would kiss Malfoy, just as long as one of them was there to witness it.

Ginny walked into the Three Broomsticks and almost ran out again. HE was there! Already! Gathering her courage, she walked to a table with Kit and sat. Then she breathed a huge sigh of relief. Malfoy was just leaving. She was saved for the moment. The other girls gathered around and after a round of butterbeers, they decided to just kind of wander around in a group. None of them wanted to possibly miss what they had begun to call 'The Event of the Season!' Ginny's stomach was upset all day. She didn't feel like eating anything, and only sipped tea when they grabbed a bite in a fast food establishment. But since the Three Broomsticks, no one had seen Malfoy. Finally losing interest, a few girls went off to do their own shopping, and Ginny was left with her Kit, Bianca, and the Hufflepuff girl who had issued the dare. They were just leaving the Madame Malkin's robe outlet when one of their group came running up to them.

"Hurry! I just heard Malfoy was headed to Honeyduke's! Now's your chance!"

Ginny's stomach lurched! This was it! They hurried to the candy shop, crowding inside and looking around frantically. He wasn't here yet. Ginny let out her breath. Thank the fates! She didn't think she could go through with it. She was about to sit at one of the tiny tables, but changed her mind. She wandered to a back row, looking at the shelves without seeing anything. The others wandered around as well, trying to look casual. Ginny absently picked up a sample from a crystal display plate and popped it into her mouth. And almost spit it out again! She coughed violently, her eyes watered, and she desperately fanned at her mouth. It was spicy hot, almost like cinnamon pepper. Ginny wiped the tears from her eyes and read the card under the plate. 'Hot Chili/Cinnamon Candy imported from Argentina'. Oh, of course. She looked around for somewhere to discretely spit out the vile confection, but her friend nudged her.

"Here he comes!" she hissed quietly. "Now's your chance!"

Lord, her mouth was on fire, and stupid, bloody Malfoy had to choose now of all times to show up! Ginny swallowed, feeling the sweet, spicy fire travel down her throat. Gods, that was awful. Then she looked up.

Malfoy had indeed entered the shop. He was standing at the counter, his purchase already paid for. Oh, no, she was going to have to chase him down! How humiliating! But he didn't leave. He motioned to his friends, not Crabbe or Goyle, but some of the boys on his Quidditch team, and they moved toward one of the small tables. Malfoy nodded to Bianca, then noticed the others, all staring at him. He raised his eyebrows.

"Ladies," he said, with a nod that seemed to take them all in. They just giggled.

Then he met Ginny's eyes. He raised only one brow at her, gave her a brief, insulting nod, and then smirked. She didn't know if it was the way he acted as though he were lord and master of all he surveyed, or the spicy candy that was still burning through her system, but when he sat, Ginny felt her blood boil! And he had looked at Ginny as though she was just an insignificant peasant! Well, she'd show him!

Ginny marched up to his table. Malfoy had broken off a small bit of the chocolate bar he'd purchased, and carelessly tossed it in his mouth before looking at her. He raised his brow again, smiling slightly and casually chewing his chocolate bar. When Ginny didn't say anything, he shrugged and turned back to his friends. That was it!

"Malfoy!" Ginny said, rather loudly. He didn't bother to look this time, so Ginny grabbed the long, silky hair at the crown of his head and yanked. His head came backward and she held it there.

He opened his mouth, in protest, no doubt, but his words were cut off as Ginny pressed her mouth to his.

Oh, lord, oh, lord, oh, lord, she thought in panic. What was she doing? What did she have to do? Oh, yes, five seconds! Onetwothreefourfive! Hell with the tongue, she just wanted out of here! She was about to break away and run, but one of his hands came up and clamped around her neck. The other came round to wrap around her waist and drag her onto his lap! Then, when Ginny thought it wasn't possible to feel more panic, his tongue touched her lips!

Ginny squirmed and struggled, but Malfoy was holding her tightly. She tried to cry out, but as soon as she opened her lips, he thrust his tongue into her mouth. She tasted the chocolate he'd been eating, as well as the spicy candy she'd just had. The combined taste, along with the sensation of his kiss was amazing. She thought Malfoy must have felt it, too, because he broke away and murmured something like, "Spicy-sweet" before assaulting her mouth again. Ginny relaxed slightly and let go of his hair. She hadn't even noticed she was still holding on to it! Then she trailed her fingers down his neck. She felt a rumble coming from his throat as he moaned softly into her mouth. Oh, my, this was wonderful! She leaned closer and finally kissed him back, letting her tongue lightly trace his mouth, as he was doing to hers. His arms tightened around her and Ginny seemed to melt against him, just like warm, velvety chocolate syrup.

She didn't even notice the catcalls, whistles and laughter from the other customers. All she knew at this moment was that she didn't want this kiss to end! She was brought roughly around, though, when her friend grabbed her shoulder and shook her. Ginny broke away with a start, opening oddly unfocused eyes.

"Come ON, Ginny, Ron's coming!"

In a panic, she leaped from Malfoy's lap, barely noticing his objections. She was halfway to the door when he called her. But she didn't have time to listen to his mockery or insults. If Ron found out, he'd kill them both! She cast a quick glance at Malfoy, just in time to see him angrily wiping a smear of chocolate from his lip. Then she slipped out the door and into the alley moments before Ron, Harry and Hermione passed by.

The next few days plodded by. She still seldom saw Malfoy, and when she did, she turned and hurried the other way. She just couldn't meet his eyes. If he didn't think she was a—well, a slut, he must at least think she was insane. Thank the fates he was a seventh year. At least she wouldn't see him next year.

The train ride from Hogwarts to London seemed to last days! Now that she was trapped on the train, her friends seemed to think Malfoy would seek her out. She knew how ridiculous that was. They hadn't seen the way Malfoy had disgustedly wiped his mouth after the kiss! But she had. To her it had been the most exciting, exhilarating experience of her thus far very short life. But to him it must have seemed a bad joke. Which, when you really thought about it, it was! She doubted she'd ever play 'truth or dare' or any of those other stupid games again. The price was just too high.

At Platform 9 ¾ , Ginny was surprised to see Fred and George waiting along with her mum and dad. They were there, they said to offer Ron and Ginny the chance to earn money this summer, helping them in their gag shop. Ron cried off, saying he was spending some time with Hermione's family, then Harry would be coming to the Burrow for the rest of the summer. Ginny, however, jumped at the chance. She didn't look forward to a long summer alone with just her thoughts. At least with Fred and George, she would be amused, occupied, and paid!

And she had been, in between slaving for them. Ginny had wracked her brain for that 'something else' for her 'dragon kisses. Finally, she'd found it. She had been at lunch, watching a street juggler entertaining a crowd of children, laughing at some of his gags. But when he swallowed a fiery sword without injuring himself, Ginny had her idea. She rushed back to the shop, calling for her brothers.

Fred and George came running from the back of the shop where they'd been eating their own lunch.

"I've got it! I have the hook for the 'Dragon Kisses'!" she cried.

As she explained it, she watched as their faces mirrored delighted expressions!

Once George and Fred got hold of an idea, it didn't take them long to develop it. One week after Ginny had given them her 'hook', 'Dragon Kisses' hit the market. The chocolate was in the shape of a flame, wrapped in bright orange and red foil. In the center was a hot, spicy gel that gave the combined taste of chocolate and cinnamon. But the 'hook' was that after biting into the center of the candy, a tiny burst of flame would pop out of your mouth! They had worked hard to find a formula that tasted good but whose flame wouldn't actually hurt. The 'Dragon Kisses' were a huge success. And Fred and George finally discovered that women bought gags too, and were generally willing to pay more than men, so they encouraged Ginny to develop more 'women's gags'. They agreed to pay her a percentage of their profit from anything she developed.

On the whole, Ginny couldn't really complain. She was working on more gags for her brothers, she was saving money, and it was just nice to know she'd been successful at something. She couldn't help wonder about Malfoy, though. He'd probably already forgotten the incident. And even though Bianca had sworn that no one in the Slytherin Common Room was talking about it, Ginny figured Malfoy probably had a good laugh with his mates over how the silly little sixth year had thrown herself at him. What was Malfoy doing now? Did he ever think about her or the kiss? Ginny shook her head at her own silliness. Of course he didn't, she assured herself. And she was glad. She was having a good time and looked forward to not having the arrogant git in school next year. In fact, she was actually feeling great today, even when Fred and George asked her to mind the shop. They were looking into expanding the shop and were looking for a new location. Ginny didn't like working 'out front' but it was the slack time of day so she agreed.

As Ginny was going over the account books, she realized she would have to find a bookkeeper for them when she went back to school. Since both boys (they were men, but they would always be boys to her) were hopeless with accounts, she would have to find someone they (and she) could trust not to steal them blind. The bell over the door tinkled and Ginny straightened to greet her customer. She froze.

Draco Malfoy was standing in the doorway of her brothers' shop, frowning at the prominent display of 'Dragon Kisses'. Ginny wanted to sink into the floor. He would surely recognize the reference. She almost ran and hid in the back room. The only thing that prevented her was that she knew Malfoy was just ornery enough to come looking for her if that was why he was here. But maybe he was just looking for a gag gift? Maybe he would just browse and walk out again. There was nothing saying he knew this shop belonged to her brothers, right?

As if he felt her look, Malfoy raised his head and stared at her. Ginny blushed to the roots of her red hair. She thought his mouth quivered slightly, but couldn't be sure. When she couldn't take his stare anymore, she stood and said, "Can I help you?"

He moved toward her, but Ginny moved behind the counter. He stopped.

"I have an appointment with Fred Weasley. Is he here? Or George?"

He sounded so formal. And what did he mean, an appointment? What on earth could that be about? Surely he couldn't be looking for a job? She was about to tell him the boys were out when they walked in the front door.

"Ah, there he is," Fred said to George. "The bloke who wanted to buy our entire stock of 'Dragon Kisses'."

George shook hands with Malfoy and Ginny watched, feeling like she was in a poorly written pulp fiction book. Fred and George turned to Ginny.

"Like you to meet our sister, Ginny," said Fred.

"We've met," Malfoy said in a neutral tone.

"Oh? Oh, yeah, of course. You were in school together. Well, Ginny's the one you have to talk to. It's her formula and her idea. If you want to buy it, you deal with her."

Ginny looked from Fred to Malfoy, confused. Fred explained.

"Malfoy, here, wants to buy up the rights to your chocolates. Guess they offend him or something. I didn't really understand, but since you invented them, he can explain it to you."

Malfoy stared at Ginny again. Then he said, "Are you free? Maybe we can discuss this over dinner?"

Ginny started to shake her head, but George walked to her and untied her apron. "Go on, love. We'll see you in the morning." He gave her a not so gentle shove toward Malfoy, not even giving her a chance to protest.

"My purse! And, I need to freshen up!"

Fred hurried to the back room and retrieved her purse, while George assured her she looked fine. Finally, Malfoy took her arm and pulled her, still resisting, from the shop. Once outside, Ginny yanked her arm from his grasp.

"I can walk by myself, you know!" she snapped, pushing her untidy hair away from her face. "What do you want, anyway?"

She looked up into his face and noticed what she hadn't seen in the poorly lit shop; he had a black eye and his lip was puffy. A thin scar marked a newly healed cut on the lip.

"Good grief, what happened to you?" Ginny gasped.

He ignored the question. "Are you hungry," he asked.

Actually, she was. "A bit," she admitted.

"I know a small inn where the food is decent and we can talk in private. Does that sound good?"

Did it matter, she wondered. But she nodded and Malfoy took her arm again. He led her to a small street off of Diagon Alley. It seemed a nice, quiet street that held mostly dining establishments. They entered a tiny, quaint- looking building called The Cozy Corner. Ginny looked around the interior, delighted. It was bright and warm looking, but the booths had high backs and large plants and ferns between each one, giving the feeling of seclusion. Malfoy spoke briefly to the proprietor and they were led to a booth near the back of the room. Ginny slid into the booth and was surprised when Malfoy slid in next to her. She scooted against the wall, but he moved right along with her!

"Malfoy! You have the entire other seat! Do you really need mine, too?" She pushed him away and he finally relented and moved over a few inches. But he still wasn't talking.

"All right, you got me here, so why don't you tell me what you want?"

Malfoy smiled at her. Oh, my, he could probably melt ice cream with that smile, she thought distractedly.

"That's pretty simple," he answered. "You!"

"Me?" she asked, feeling overwhelmed.

"You," he agreed. "Even though you jumped like a scalded cat, even though you ran away from me like I was an axe-murderer, I want you. I'm even willing to forgive you for hiding from me on the train!" He moved close again, covering her mouth with his. Even without the chocolate and spice, Ginny melted into his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck. It was like heaven, but Ginny came down to earth too soon. She pushed him away, scowling at him.

"I didn't hide from you on the train. You never bothered to look! What do you really want?" she asked suspiciously. "Why would you want to buy the rights to 'Dragon Kisses'?"

Malfoy leaned back and stretched an arm across the back of the booth, letting his hand play with her hair. He was still smiling at her.

"That's simple, too," he drawled. "That was MY kiss, and I'm not happy about sharing it with anyone."

"Your kiss?" she said incredulously.

"Yeah, my kiss. I worked hard enough for that one kiss. I deserve to keep it."

Ginny's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean, you worked for it? I kissed you on a dare, that's all!"

His smile broadened. "I know. I bribed the girls in your 'circle' to dare you to kiss me. But you're so damned stubborn, you kept taking truth. It was really getting frustrating."

Ginny was speechless. HE had set up the dare? Then she glared at him again.

"If you were that interested, why didn't you just ask me out? Were you ashamed to be seen with me, or something?"

He rolled his eyes. "Come on, be your age. What would you have done if I'd asked you out? Besides telling me to sod off and setting your prat of a brother on me? No, you had to come to me first, or you'd think I was playing some sort of joke on you. Right?"

Ginny opened her mouth to deny it, but she realized it was probably true. If she hadn't already kissed him, she would have told him to sod off today. Then she remembered something.

"How soft do you think I am, Malfoy," she demanded suddenly. Very slowly and clearly, as though speaking to a rather slow child, she said, "I'm a Weasley, remember. And besides, I saw you wiping your mouth off when I left Honeyduke's. You were disgusted."

She crossed her arms and stared straight ahead, feeling humiliated all over again. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her against him. She looked away, but he pulled her chin back around and made her look at him.

"I was angry, because you were running away from me, but I didn't-," he paused, thinking. Then he grinned again. "Do you mean this?" he asked, swiping at his lip with his thumb. Then, making sure she was watching, he opened his mouth and licked his thumb. Ginny couldn't seem to look away. Was that what he'd done? She couldn't remember now, but it looked much different from up close. She nodded anyway.

"I thought so," he murmured. "I couldn't get enough of the taste of you."

He lowered his mouth to hers again, but this time hungrily. She returned the kiss enthusiastically, but he hissed and pulled back.

"Damn," he gritted, gingerly touching the small scar on his lip. "Stupid thing still hurts like hell."

"What happened, anyway," Ginny asked, concerned.

"Oh, nothing much. I was going to ask you out, and I showed up at your house looking for you. I found your brother, instead."

Ginny lowered her brows. Ron was interfering with her life again? "I hope he at least looks as bad," she said caustically.

He lifted her chin again, grinning at her. "Not a very sisterly sentiment," he mused. But he cut off her justification. "No, love, he looks a lot worse."

Ginny smiled a bit guiltily, then gently and briefly kissed his mouth.

"Well, will you sell me the rights to the 'Dragon Kisses'?" he asked finally.

"You still haven't really given me a good reason," she argued. It was her first invention, and madly successful. She was loath to give it up.

"How about because I want to be the only one giving you 'dragon kisses'?"

"Oh," Ginny said, moving closer and pulling his mouth to hers. "In that case, it's a deal."

#drinny #draco x ginny #draco malfoy #ginny weasley #Drinny #Draco and Ginny #Draco x Ginny #Draco/Ginny #Draco Malfoy #Ginny Weasley #slytherin!draco #slytherin!ginny #Werewolf!Draco #Vampire!Ginny

9 notes · View notes

lynxgriffin · 1 year

Text

Since there was a whole ton of asks about the Susie comic all at once, I'm once again saving some space and time to consolidate them!

Yup, that's pretty much all that she was feeling! Just this huge sense of the unfairness of it all. (And thank you!!)

Proooobably not, I don't think that's how it would work. :P I mean I'm also not sure what genetic code you'd use to gain the ability to shoot bees out of your hands like in Bioshock, but that's not important.

Don't know if he'd be a great parent emotionally, but at LEAST he would be giving Susie a proper diet, which would go a long way towards helping, I think!

My two rules I kept in mind for it were 1) It operates on Disney movie logic where you look like either one parent or the other, not a mix of traits, and 2) However, turning monster is recessive, so you're more likely to end up with a human-looking kid than a monster one. So like, if you had a grandparent that was a lizard monster and a parent that was a rabbit monster, you would have a slightly smaller chance of looking like the rabbit one, no chance of the lizard one. (And thank you very much, I'm glad you enjoyed it, even in a heartbreaking way!)

Hey, some monsters probably get acne too, so there's no avoiding that! I could go for getting wings, though.

Thanks much! And I think if Susie didn't know at the time, she would have found out soon enough from other people around the town that Kris is adopted. Wouldn't have prevented her anger or bullying, though...she'd still see it as Kris getting to have a life she was denied.

Hey, there's always still time for some bodyswap silliness in canon! I don't think Toby's above doing a fanficy trope like that if it produces interesting jokes or character development. ;)

No relation to Alphys, she's just another random old monster in town. Supposed to be more of a dinosaur than Alphys, who's a straight lizard, which is probably why the agency paired Susie with her.

Unfortunately I don't know that there's much backstory to her; she's just a mundane, cranky old bat that much prefers watching TV to interacting with anyone. I should've made her a bat monster to drive that point home... She hasn't adopted kids before, and probably just came across a mention of the program and saw it as an "easy" way for passive income when she already has very little.

Ouch, harsh language! But yeah, it's possible the affair would've gone completely unknown if that hadn't happened to Susie, so it's just 100% awful for all involved. D:

Awww thank you very much for the kind words, anon! Glad you're hooked on it! I'm positive whatever Toby does with her will be compelling and appropriate for her character, though! I'm just guessing after all, whereas he's known the character for over a decade by now. XD

I mean, canon does kind of cover that! Susie mentions that Noelle approached her, was nice to her and gave her a candy cane pencil, and because of that Susie never thought to pick on her or be scary towards her. Noelle was probably one of the first people she encountered since she changed that was just genuinely nice to her, especially in a completely new place. And I'm not surprised that Noelle developed a crush on her early on...she's new, mysterious, dangerous-looking and doesn't seem to care at all what authority thinks of her. Those are all things Noelle already tended to be interested in!

#ask lynx stuff #phew! long one #harkens back to the PT days

51 notes · View notes

sublimecatgalaxy · 2 years

Note

Hey I was wondering if you could make one with Cassie and f reader, they meet in nye party (she didn't hooked up w Nate) and secretly started to date or something like this with a happy ending pls

Yes, this is so cute.

She looks like an angel, her hair framing her face on the pillow as she breathes quietly and slowly, her lips pouted gracefully as she sleeps. My fingers dance over the bare skin of her back, rubbing softly between her shoulder blades as I listen to the clock in the background, the quick ticking filling the barely lit room.

She looks happy and content, something that wasn't typically associated with the blonde, her typical snark and 'kill or be killed' attitude has been nowhere to be found. Maybe it's because she's finally comfortable, she can finally relax and take a breath in a relationship with no anxiety, peer pressure or weird expectations to live up to.

Since breaking up with McKay, she'd been looking for clarity and calm in the storm that had been that relationship. I knew that was where I came in, sweeping her off of her feet and reminding her that a relationship didn't have to be surrounded by all of this negativity and drama.

I was her calm and her steadiness, something that she told me that she never experienced in all of her life, in any of her relationships. She never had a safety net beneath her, never had steady or consistent comfort, never had anyone to hold her and tell her everything will be alright even if it wasn't going to be.

But now, she finally could take a breath and rest knowing that she had someone loving her and looking after her.

I met her at the New Years Eve party.

It's safe to say that it was a hectic night and I wasn't even up to going in the first place, not liking the loud and routy crowd. The drinking, the drugs, the fighting; none of it was an interest to me. But it was an interest to Maddy and if Maddy didn't pull me along with her, I would have never met her best friend and future girlfriend, Cassie Howard.

She was bashful the night of the party, her eyes dipping away from me every time that I would try to start a conversation with her. I was worried at first that I was coming off too strong, realizing quickly that Maddy never specified if Cassie even liked girls like that. But it didn't take long to learn that for myself. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she was interested in me, her eyes fluttering along the trim of my short dress and her fingers itching to reach out and rest on my skin.

We ended up in the laundry room that night, both of us propped up on the washer and dryer, sharing stories and laughing, ending the night with a kiss that seemed to change Cassie's world and her own beliefs about herself.

From then on in, we met up after school, in between work shifts, late at night, literally whenever we could. We'd go to the movies a few towns over or get dinner late at night after everyone had gone to sleep. Cassie was worried about Lexi finding out and telling everyone that she had been seeing a girl and I always understood. It wasn't something she was familiar with when it came to knowing herself and she was still learning at the time.

After a few months of dating in private, she finally did come clean to her mom and Lexi, having me over for dinner and politely introducing me as 'more than a friend'. No one asked questions, smiles were just thrown our way and I remember her mom making a comment about how much Cassie was glowing in my presence.

"How long have you been stalking me?" Cassie whispers, snapping me out of my thoughts as I giggle, relaxing into the mattress beneath me as I reach out to brush some hair from her cheeks. Her skin is warm and blushed, eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks and she blinks the sleep out of her eyes.

"Not long, was just thinking about when we met." I confess, her eyebrows ticking up in amusement. "I'm just happy Maddy dragged me along with her that night." Leaning forward, I capture her lips in a chaste kiss before slipping further under the covers with her, tugging her to me.

"Yeah..." She trails off, lips trailing against my bare chest as she chuckles. "Guess we should finally tell her we're together."

-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-

Taglist: @bubblebuttwade@rafelover2405@leslienjazzy@sorceresss@grxnde-dwt@alex–awesome–22@bunnietoof@niyamar1e@serialghost@plantlungs@geniusohn@akaliltimmytim@lilaalouuxx@xshariex@elliotsbeigeguitar@elle4404@lelieja@srhxpci@joselyn001@taysirene@spinkspanther@thedivineuphoria@peter-maximoffs@tsukishimawhore@poohkie90@szlaco@distantsighs@nstyles4299@wolflover384@givemefoodandlovesstuff@vane28282@yeswhatever33@amirrahfranson@vvaalleennttiinna@f-mu@yaspillz@jeyramarie@skylievin@abbybarnes17@jointherebellion215@visiondaddy@steezysimfinds@its-ya-gay-boi-luigi@crunchytoenailsyum@glizzymcguirex@beth123lg@melovesmut@rafecameronswhore@ariianelle@write-from-the-heart@vampviolets@haylee-e@popehaywardssecretgf @honee-chai-tea@lokiandbuckywife@smoke-and-fire@officiallyunofficialperson@heyaitsklaudia@rosepetalsparks@bluetreecloud20@scenesofobx@double-shot-of-tequila @1dluver13xx@colbysbrocks@iamasimpingh0e @smoke-and-fire386 @chiyongberry@id-3-kbro@diorsitgirl@errorfound101-allideasburnedout@neverwillknowme18@ellyskey@taylors-folk@loversjoy

Euphoria Taglist: @colbysbrocks@bluetreecloud20@scenesofobx@ssprayberrythings@username-lols@pessimisticbiitch@urmomsangel@iamasimpingh0e@double-shot-of-tequila@1dluver13xx@rosepetalsparks

#euphoria #euphoria season 1 #euphoria season 2 #cassie #cassie x reader #cassie howard x reader

254 notes · View notes

the-drunken-huntsman · 7 months

Note

Hiii arr u willing to answer all the TES months asks for Aneis and Murza and Dire please please please :} I know that's a Lot so if u want to skip over some that is totally understandable hehe

Morning Star - What was the first thing you gave your OC? Name, backstory, design, etc

Aneis: I guess technically the first thing I gave her was her name, even though I've since changed the spelling. I had liked the name Anais before picking up Skyrim (even though I was pronouncing it wrong lol) and had used it for my PC in Pokémon Sword and one of my SDV saves so I just used it again when I started Skyrim. Also side note, I've never watched The Amazing World of Gumball before today while babysitting and I had no clue that was the little sister's name.

Murza: The first thing I came up with for her was just a vague concept. I wanted to play around with mismatched race/class, so of course the first thing I wanted was an orc mage. The second thing I decided for her was that she was gonna be trans because hell yeah.

Dire: The first thing I came up with for him was also a vague concept. I had wanted to make a chaotic evil demigod type character and even though he's changed a lot since initial concept I figured the best way to achieve that would be to make him a demiprince. I wanted him to be kind of conniving and sly and settled on making him the son of Clavicus to get there. Originally he was going to be another one of Aneis' companions who was tagging along just for the vain glory of being a part of the dragonborn's adventures but you know how OCs sometimes seem to have a mind of their own and he eventually got to where he is now :)

Sun's Dawn - Does your OC have a love interest? What is their relationship like?

Aneis: Aneis was always a pretty promiscuous person. She knew she'd have to make Teldryn another one of her conquests from the first moment she saw him without the helmet. They hooked up a few times while traveling on Solstheim, but while going through Nchardak trying to get to the Black Book, he used his whole body to shield her from an automaton that had caught her off guard and that was it, she was done. That night in Severin Manor she sits him down and is like. Look, don't be alarmed and please don't leave because I still need you to guide me around this gods forsaken island. But I think I'm in love with you. To which Teldryn is like

Murza: You know the "me doing whatever my hot witch wife wants" meme? That's Murza and Endurys. However before they were married they were the epitome of idiots in love. Just stupid long stares and longing sighs in camp at night until one day Aneis snaps and shoves them in an inn room together and yells at them to not come out until they've fucked all the yearning out.

Dire: Dire is aroace do no romantic interests for him! But his absolute favorite people in the world are his little cousins and his little brother

First Seed - Does your OC have any enemies or rivals? How did these rivalries start?

Aneis: I know there's lots of people who read into the LDB's relationship to Miraak and how tragic his story is and blah blah blah, he makes my blood boil so Aneis feels the exact same way. As opposed to any other big bad she faces, (Harkon is Serana's White Whale before anyone else, Ulfric had to go for the well-being of the people in her opinion, and defeating Alduin was more for the people she loved and needed to protect than anything else) Miraak makes it personal for her, acting like some sort of sibling rival to her when Akatosh is nothing more to her than a perverted puppet master playing with her fate. She actually loathes any of the Dovah who call her sister without having earned that respect from her first (like Paarthurnax and Odahviing have). As far as she's concerned she only has one father and he never used her to clean up his messes, he gave his life trying to protect his homeland from the Dominion.

Murza: I've been wanting to play around with the concept of Savos Aren being the big bad of the College Quest line as opposed to Ancano. Like Ancano is still evil and shit, but like, Aren was actually in league with him the whole time. He needed the Thalmor's resources to get him to the Eye and the Staff and the second he has what he needs he betrays their shaky alliance. Anyway yeah I think Murza would kinda always be wary of Savos and it would also legitimize her succeeding him as opposed to any other member of the staff if she's the one who was able to fell him.

Dire: I wouldn't say Dire had any real enemies or rivals. I'm kinda keeping his story once he goes adventuring on his own open because of TES:VI supposedly being eminent and I might want to use him in that game. So as of right now, in the Skyrim timeline, he's just a lil guy? Who could hate that?

Rain's Hand - Can your OC use magic? If so what Schools?

Aneis: Aneis knows three spells: close wounds, clairvoyance, and muffle. All taught to her by her father as they're the most useful out in the wild while tracking prey. She can also do a bit of fire magic, but nothing more than just enough to light a campfire. She might later learn heal undead for the sake of Serana though.

Murza: I'm not sure what to say for her. She's the arch mage of course she uses magic. I guess she is particularly adept at conjuration, being a follower of Malacath and having a half daedric son

Dire: Dire would mostly be adept with alteration and illusion, but also conjuration because duh. I could see him as a very small child, using alteration to make his toys move without touching them, a slightly older child summoning small beasts from oblivion to play with (maybe even Uncle Barbas), and when his cousins are babies, using illusion to calm them down and keep them entertained.

Second Seed - Is your OC an alchemist? What do they excel at making?

Aneis: Araneth, Aneis' mother, was an apothecary. In the same way her father passed his hunting prowess to her, her mother also tried to give her as much of her knowledge as she could as well. She didn't much get it or appreciate it while her mother was alive, but later in life she put the effort into actually trying to understand her mother's teachings. She eventually becomes about as skilled as your average professional alchemist.

Murza: Gonna preface this with the fact that I still consider alchemy a school of magic even though it counts as a thief's skill in Skyrim. Anyway I think it would be the one school to slip her grasp. It's just too... material. Breaking an enemy's mind with a flick of her wrist? Summoning a sword from Oblivion that weighs nothing in hand but can slice through trees? Those are the kinds of esoteric things that Murza understands. Plants that need to be boiled at a certain temperature and creatures' innards that need to be removed in an exact precise manner? May as well be Dwemeris to her.

Dire: Dire is like his mother in that alchemy is just too far over his head. But he isn't as frustrated about his lack of comprehension as she is. Why would he need to worry about mixing potions when he can just find them well and good for the taking in every dungeon in Tamriel?

Mid Year - Does your OC have a favourite celebration? Do they celebrate holidays?

Aneis: Hircine's summoning day is a very special time for her. She always spends days hunting before hand, trying to gather as much a variety of pelts and trophies as she can for her offering. This is even though, as his champion, they are definitely not necessary, the woman fells dragons in his name. However she always prepares as much as she can for him, and once summoned she always has the same simple request for him. To deliver a message to her family in the Hunting Grounds, that she loves them, and misses them, and hopes she is making them proud.

Murza: Murza always tries to make it a point to be home at Lakeview Manor for the Witches Fest. She loves seeing the children dressed up and doing little tricks to entertain them. (This goes along with the headcanon that Lakeview Manor would eventually have a little village crop up around it)

Dire: He would very much enjoy the Jester's Festival, but his absolute favorite is Clavicus' summoning day. I've joked before that it's the only time he gets to play catch with his dad, but since he is also a small aspect of Vile in and of himself, I think the whole day he'd just feel a little closer to Oblivion and it makes him feel whole.

Sun's Height - What is your OC's favourite shop, in any of the games; what do they buy the most of?

Aneis: Aneis adores The Drunken Huntsman. Anoriath is a very talented fletcher and Elrindir is always game to swap hunting stories. They make the whole establishment feel like what she's been missing from Valenwood all these years away, even as a wooded building. They're probably the only people in Tamriel she trusts to service her family bow.

Murza: Murza actually likes hanging around Tel Mithryn. Neloth always has interesting, useful things to sell to her and she suspects he likes her company as she's much quicker to catch onto his teachings than his actual apprentice (sorry, Talvas).

Dire: Even though Enthir's displeasure at having a child on college grounds was always well known to Dire, he still likes bugging him to show him all the weird, cool things he has for sale, which he has no intention of buying. Just looking and maybe a little swiping to play with later.

Last Seed - What weapon does your OC use? Who taught them how to use it?

Aneis: Aneis' main weapons are her family's heirloom bow and the battleaxe gifted to her by Balgruuf. Her father taught her how to shoot and she's self taught with the axe. She'd honestly never touched a two handed weapon in her life before but she thought the nords might think it a great insult for her to not use a weapon gifted to her by the Jarl, so she just swung it around until she found what felt good and did the most damage.

Murza: Murza got her base knowledge of magic from Atub, but growing up in the stronghold she was also expected to learn to swing a sword. Though the swords she uses now are less... mundane. She uses summoned weapons. Idk if that got across lol.

Dire: Dire has had a natural affinity for magic since birth but he hones his craft under the tutelage of his mother and the other professors of Winterhold.

Hearthfire - Does your OC have a family (blood or found)? Who are they closest to?

I can answer this generally for all three characters. The whole of the found family (the people who live at Lakeview Manor) are Aneis, Murza, Teldryn, Endurys, Dire, Hab, Cinuri, Braiel, and the dogs, Sable and Merc. Aneis and Murza are closest to each other platonically, and though he'd never admit it, Dire is closest to Cinuri, she's his best friend.

Frost Fall - Where is your OC's primary residence? What city is there favourite?

Aneis: Aneis knows most of the Bosmer living in Skyrim find The Rift to be the closest approximate to their homeland, she finds the quite, backwoods nature of Falkreath reminds her much more of the area she grew up in. Of course she loves her quite little life on the homestead, surrounded by all her loved ones.

Murza: Technically, Murza's main residence is the college, but she tends not to spend much time there, mainly because she gets lonely. Endurys hates the cold having grown up in the shit hole of Eastmarch and avoids the college as much as possible and Aneis only goes if she's asked to specifically by Murza. So she ends up spending most of her year in Lakeview.

Dire: His parents have determined its much better for him to grow up in an actual stable home surrounded by actual stable adults, so most of his childhood is spent in Lakeview. However, once in a while, Murza will bring him with her on her trips to the college and he loves it. So many places to explore and get into trouble and so many people to bug until they relent and teach him something new.

Sun's Dusk - Is your OC religious? If so, who do they follow?

Aneis: Aneis' grandmother was a priestess of Hircine, her father a priest, and the rest of her family devotees. Their whole devotion is based on having such hunting prowess on their own, they have no need for the gift of the beast blood. This of course culminated in Aneis literally being born to be the greatest hunter of the greatest prey, the Last Dragonborn.

Murza: Murza has always felt like an outsider, even within her own tribe growing up, so she finds a lot of solace in the tenants of Malacath. She also keeps a quiet reverence for Dibella, as her priestesses were the ones who helped her become her most true self.

Dire: Dire doesn't really necessarily worship Clavicus Vile, he just kinda has this air of thankfulness around the subject of his daedric parent. After all it is through his connection to Oblivion that he is able to help so many people and keep his family together in the afterlife.

Evening Star - When is your OC's birthday?

Aneis: 27th of Hearthfire, 4E 153

Murza: 21st of Sun's Dusk, 4E 165

Dire: 30th of Mid Year, 4E 206

#wow i havent written in a while that really hit the spot #thanks stars!!!#rikke.txt #oc: aneis #oc: murza #oc: dire #asks #ask game #long post

6 notes · View notes

coping-via-clint-eastwood · 1 year

Text

Snowman Stocking Hook of Death - a CSI Christmas murder

(A/N: Aite so I got the prompt for this LAST year, but it took me too long to write, and I missed the posting date of 25-05-2021. So, here it is this year. Here's the said prompt:

Here's another irl item I incorporated into the story and why:

Useful links to resources I used when checking facts for this story -

http://www.forensicsciencesimplified.org/csi/how.html

https://coronertalk.com/28

https://www.crime-scene-investigator.net/evidenc3.html

https://science.howstuffworks.com/csi.htm

Warning: mentions of parental abuse. Yes I somehow incorporated it...*sigh* :')

It wasn't necessary to add Nick in for such a small crime scene, but a friend of mine wanted him in the fic. Besides, I wouldn't have the GSR moment if he hadn't come in.

Just the heads up - this fic is nowhere near as good as what you'd see in canon. I'm sorry; I have no experience writing forensics stories. You are more than welcome to throw eggs at me.)

Grissom poked through the desk drawers of the bedroom he was in, photographing the contents before he disturbed them. He found a WLVU student ID. He took some shots of it then lifted it out of the drawer, carefully walking amidst all the blood drops to Sara, who was processing the outside area of the flat. "Celia Dashner, twenty-three years old. She was a tech student," he read out to her; that last piece of information was not on the ID, but Grissom had spotted a textbook lying on the desk.

Before Sara could respond, David entered the flat, with a,"You'd think people would hold off on murdering each other for the holiday season at least."

"Are you. Gonna say that to Nick when he gets here? Like how you kept repeating 'you'd think she'd know better than to wear white on the bride's big day' during the Diane Chase case?" Sara returned, turning her face from her camera to look at him, making her husband snort with laughter; ever since they had announced their relationship, Gil allowed himself to be more expressive in public, especially when he was responding to Sara.

"I-" David was taken aback.

Before he could say anything else however, Nick came in, saying, "Man, you'd think people would hold off on murdering each other for the holiday season at least." The Grissoms looked at each other, then at David, who was smirking. At their silence, Nick asked, "...what?"

"We'll tell you later. Body's in the bedroom." Grissom answered, turning to David as he said the last part.

David was still smiling smugly. "Shut up," Sara quipped. He raised his hands in mock surrender and headed over to the body. The CSIs followed him.

"Apparent cause of death is blunt force trauma to the head, caused by...that." Grissom swept the beam of his torchlight over to the bloody snowman stocking hook that lay close to the body. But there was a perculiarity about it. "Stocking hook...but no stockings anywhere. Not dropped on the floor, not anywhere in the shelf."

The other object of interest that lay on the floor was a small bell with a Santa figurine on it. It had fallen a little distance away, just at the bottom of the shelf. On the top, there was a space where the two objects would fit snugly if they were placed there.

Nodding towards the murder weapon, Nick piped up, "My mom bought one of those for the house last Christmas. It's pretty heavy. I'd say two, three strikes would do the job? Maybe four?" Nick piped up.

Gil bobbed his head a few times, then speculated, "Are we sure that the cause of death is this straightforward?"

"Well. My teacher would say that science will tell us if how things look is how they really are." She smiled at her husband, and he smiled right back at her.

Of course, Grissom was professional as always and brought their attention back to the body. "Look at how she's lying. Her knees are bent. She must've been falling while she was being hit, rather than being on the floor with the killer over her." He shone his torch on the bell. "And what about that?"

"It probably dropped off when the killer grabbed the hook and brushed it past the bell," Sara said. Grissom and Nick nodded.

"Lividity is fixed, rigor is starting in the face, and liver temp is eighty-nine point six degrees Fahrenheit. She's been dead around six hours. There's nothing in her pockets. We'll know more after the autopsy," David said.

"So she's been lying here since one am...who called it in?" Grissom voiced.

"Brass was talking to the neighbor, Lindsey Henderson. Apparently, they were supposed to go for a jog like they do every morning. When Celia didn't answer the door, she called the landlord. They opened the door and found her like this," Sara answered, gesturing to the person lying on the floor.

Grissom nodded in acknowledgment. "David, we'll let you know when you can take her away."

"Okay." He went to wait outside.

Brass popped in. "Vic's name was Celia Dashner. She was a twenty-three-year-old tech student at WLVU. She was supposed to be alone last night, so that narrows the field. I couldn't find anything else out. I'm gonna go over to the school and do some asking around."

"Okay. Nick, you're with him," Gil said.

Nick nodded, "Okay," and went with the detective.

As for Gil and Sara, they kept looking to see what they could find. Once all the blood spatter was accounted for and documented, David was given the go-ahead to take the body away. The CSIs found information regarding Dashner's classes, schedules, and so on. Sara texted Nick to drop the details, along with all the photos he might need. A continued search yielded a phone and a laptop. After collecting prints and DNA, they were bagged to be carted off to Archie. They also collected various hair samples that did not match the victim.

"There's not much left here to do with the actual event...killer knew their business," Sara said.

"Yeah. And the weapon used was one of opportunity. I think the killer wanted to talk to the vic, then they got into an argument, and things escalated from there." Sara nodded at her husband's plausible theory. They headed back to the lab, giving the evidence to Archie, Mandy and Wendy respectively.

Meanwhile at the school, Nick and Jim were talking to the headmaster, Mrs. Millers. "That's terrible! I can't imagine who would do such a thing!" the lady cried, a look of horror and shallow grief on her face, the kind of grief experience when a loss that was not particularly close to you but that one still cared about in a general sense occured.

"We're gonna need to take a look at Celia's records, as well as speak to everyone in her classes," Brass said.

Millers had to nod a few times. "Yeah, of course, anything to help the investigation."

"We appreciate your cooperation," Nick said.

So the principal brought them to the records room and handed the file to them. Then, she brought them to Dashner's class, stopping at the door. She raised a hand to knock, but then hesitatd. She turned to them and pleaded, "Wait here." Finally, she knocked the door. The teacher stopped with his hands in mid-air with how he was gesticulating, his head turned towards the door. The more attentive of his students were looking at the door too. Millers enteref walked up to the teacher at the front of the classroom, and the lecturer turned his body where his head was facing. "Mister Jameson," Millers called.

"Yes, ma'am?" the teacher inquired, looking over her at the men outside bearing law enforcement credentials. Even though he was much younger than his boss, he had a lot of white hair due to lack of regular sleep. And, like most chronic screen starers, he wore a pair of glasses, rectangular and black-rimmed.

Mrs. Millers looked at the students, then back at him; he could see that she was upset about something. "May I talk to you outside?"

Jameson looked at his students and instructed, "Finish up the line of code," then followed his superior out into the vestibule.

"Connor, these are CSI Nick Stokes and detective James Brass. They're with the Las Vegas crime lab."

"Mister Jameson..." Nick softened his eyes, his eyebrows frowning slightly as he prepared himself for what he had to say, his head tilting to one side a little as he made a small swallow. "Celia...your student...was found murdered in her apartment this morning."

Jameson's jaw dropped open slightly. He seemed to want to say something, but was struggling to do so. Brass said, "We're gonna need to talk to everyone in this class, including you. We're also need to take your prints and DNA."

"Prints? DNA? A-are we suspects?" His eyes darted about from one man to another.

"It'll help us to rule you out," Nick told him gently.

Jameson inhaled, then exhaled, his shoulders heaving. "How'm I gonna tell my students?"

"I can handle it," Mrs. Millers said kindly, putting a hand on Connor's shoulder.

He exhaled shakily through his mouth and nodded a few times. "Y-yeah...thank you..." Millers smiled a small smile at him, then went inside, Nick and Jim following her, with Jameson tailing timidly behind.

"All right everyone, I have something really important to tell you. She looked at Nick and Brass, then back at the students. "Celia...the reason she isn't here today, is that she was found dead in her apartment." Instant murmuring and exchanging of glances ensued. "CSI Stokes and detective Brass are here to investigate the matter. They're gonna wanna speak to each and every one of you, as well as take your fingerprints, and your DNA." That, especially the last part, increased the uproar. Skillfully, the headmaster put her hands out peaceably and made her voice rise over the noise without having to yell, saying, "It's so that they can eliminate you as suspects." Of course, the students were still uncomfortable about the matter, but they knew not to go against what the principal said, and so they quietened down. Mrs. Millers looked to Jim and Nick, indicating that they could go ahead.

"Thank you," Nick said. Millers nodded.

"All right everyone, I'm gonna need you to form a line in front of mister Stokes. Once he's done with you, you come to me to give me your statements. You too mister Jameson," Jim called out, gesturing to Nick then in front of himself. "All right let's go." He clapped his hands. Everyone did as they were told, with Jameson being first in line.

Nick collected what he needed, then dismissed him with a, "Thank you very much sir, please proceed to my friend over there." He spoke like this, gentle, sweetly and politely, to everyone.

Connor took small, trudging steps to Jim. "So, tell me about your student."

"She was good in her class," Connor said, keeping his head down, one hand clasping the wrist on his other hand. "Quiet, not that many friends, but close with the ones she had." He glanced over the a cluster of students at the back of the line; they seemed deeply bereaved, so they had joined the queue with much hesitation, while the rest of their classmates were more somber with the realisation that someone they knew had been taken too soon. "Those were her best friends. They all stuck together. If you wanna find out anything that could really help you, you should ask them."

"Is there anyone absent today besides Celia?" Jim asked. Jameson shook his head. "Okay, thanks very much. That will be all. But stay in town; I might wanna ask you more questions later." Jameson nodded and took his leave. Everyone else got the same dismissal reminder to remain in Vegas during the course of the investigation. When everyone had given their prints amd DNA to Nick, he took half of what was left of Brass' queue.

Eventually, it was just Celia's friends left, so Nick and Jim questioned them all together. "She never hurt anybody. I can't imagine who would do this," Jamie sniffled, eyes red and her head down, her hands cluthing her jacket on her arms to herself.

Brian was standing next to her, his hand on her shoulder. "Is there anything we can do?" he asked, keeping himself together better than anyone else in the group.

"Just cooperate with our investigation and help us do our best to find Celia's killer," Nick said genially. He took out his phone. "Now what my team and I are really curious about is this," he said, showing them the picture of the bell.

That caused Jamie to crack a small smile. "Celia's had it for a long time. She bought it as soon as she moved out of her parents' house; it gave her company. And when she got lonely, she'd ring it. She never needed to use it when we went to visit." Then, her own words affected her. "And now..." A fresh cry started up. "We'll never do that again..." Davy, another friend, rubbed her shoulder and back while Brian still had his hold on her.

They were all feeling that emptiness, that void that had been left behind by the person who was once in their lives, who was now forcibly removed from them permanently. And, they knew and felt, too, the meaning of the further loss, that they would never be with each other again; no new memories would be created, which was what triggered Jamie's crying. They could only hold on to what they already had.

"What about the stocking hook she had? The snowman one? We didn't find any stockings at the scene." Nick did not want to show them the picture of the object with their friend's blood on it.

"Yeah, it's the same. I mean, same reason as-...as-as why she bought the bell," Brian said.

"Is there no one at all who'd have a motive? Anybody she had a fight with...?" Jim voiced.

Davy shook their head. "No. Celia kept to herself. It was either that or sticking to one or all of us."

"What about her family?" That was Jim again.

"When Jamie said she 'left her parents' house', she really meant Celia'd left; she broke away from them and hasn't seen any of her family in a long time," Brian answered.

"How did she fund her tuition?" Jim asked.

"Full scholarship. She was brilliant. She also had a gig being the assisstant manager at the cafe across her house," Brian said.

"Could any of her family have found her?" Nick left his question as it was, for everyone knew what he was implying.

Jamie shook her head, but still stared at the floor, the jacket being hugged loosely in her arms now. "They haven't heard from each other in years. There's no way they could've found her. Besides, Celia would have been much better at tracking and avoiding being tracked through devices anyway."

Jim and raised an eyebrow and looked at Nick. "Well..." he looked back at Jamie, "tracking was possible before contemporary technology."

"No, Celia didn't leave any paper trail. She was careful not to," Davy said.

"How do you know?" Jim challenged.

"She told us everything, even the worst stuff of what her parents did to her," Davy returned.

Jim nodded, "Okay. Um, what other classes did Celia have? And did she have any extracurricular activities?"

"No. Celia wanted to focus on this class only," Davy said.

"Did she have any other friends besides you?"

"She didn't mix with anyone outside of class," Brian answered.

Jim bobbed his head a few times, glancing over his notes. Then he asked one more time, "Is there anything else you can tell us that might help? Any odd changes in behaviour recently, even anything that might seem like just a quirk..."

They all thought. "Well... sometimes, when we were with her, it seemed like she was keeping something to herself. We figured she'd tell us when she was ready, but now..." His eyes were downcast.

"Hey. Listen to me," Nick said; Brian met his eyes. "Her death is not your fault. You were being nothing but a good friend by not pushing her. She'd want you to remember that." Brian smiled a tight smile from one side of his mouth.

That was all the information Nick and Jim could gather. So they left the school to return to the lab. Nick went to drop off the samples with Mandy and Wendy while Jim went to update Grissom and Sara.

Nick went to Mandy first. When she saw how many samples she had to run, her jaw dropped. Nick grinned playfully and quirked his eyebrows as he held up the ten-cards. "Well...at least we have a good chance of a match," Mandy said.

"Yeah," Nick agreed as he put the evidence on the counter.

"Before I start running all these, I'd like you to do something for me," Mandy grinned.

"Oh yeah what's that?" Nick grinned too, mocking her.

"Sing for me."

Nick gave a scoffing laugh. "You can only have me sing for you if you've found something big."

Mandy became docile but serious. "Yeah well, it's been a while since I've heard you singing voice, and," she shrugged, "I miss it."

Nick smiled. "Okay." He sang, "Oh Mandy, well you came and you gave without taking. But I sent you away." Mandy signalled for him to stop. "Oh Mandy."

Mandy was beaming. "Thank you."

"Glad I could be of entertainment," he smirked back. He headed to the DNA lab next.

As for Wendy, she reeled back for a few moments, her breath catching in her throat before it was released in a huff through her nose. "Wow," was all she could say.

"Yeah...if the killer isn't in here, you can kill me," Nick said as he placed the swabs laying in neat rows.

"You know, I heard you singing for Mandy. Maybe I should have you do that for me."

Nick laughed nervously, taking a step back and turning his head and body away. "Oh, oh no," he chuckled, shaking his head as he turned back to Wendy. "What, you got a song that uses the name 'Wendy'?"

" 'Wendy' and 'Mandy' sound very similar. You could just swap the names." Nick begun to step away quickly. "You're lucky I love you," Wendy teased.

"Yeah, I love you too," Nick smiled over his shoulder before walking away.

Jim found the Grissoms sitting on the guest's side of Gil's desk. They had brought their chairs and bodies close together, so that their arms and legs were touching. Even their heads were so close that they could kiss if they just turned them. They were talking in hushed voices. Sara passed Gilbert a mug of chocolate; they were evidently sharing it. He felt sorry for interrupting their quiet moment, which was why he let Gil take his sip before knocking on the door politely. In perfect synchronisation, they turned their heads and waists and looked at him, having turned facing each other. Upon perceiving him, they faced the desk. Gil set the mug down and they stood up, moving past the chairs to be closer to Jim. "What've you got?" Sara asked.

"Oh, you know, plenty," Jim played nonchalance, opening his notebook. "You know, considering there's a whole classroom's worth of statements."

Gil and Sara were smiling. Sweet as ever, Gil said, "All right, let's hear it," his soft voice gravelly and gentle. And thus Jim gave them a full report of everything he knew. When he was finished, Jim said, "I'm gonna go to the cafe and see what I can find. Toodles." Gil and Sara waved. Unfortunately, Jim would find that there was nothing that could help them; no one knew the victim personally enough to want to kill her.

After that, Gil, Sara and Nick went to pay Al a visit. Even though Nick was the lead investigator for the case, nobody else had anything to do until the print and DNA results were ready, and as of yet Archie had not found anything.

"COD's pretty straightforward; blunt force trauma to the head, penetrating the frontal and parietal bones through to the brain. Wounding is consistent with the weapon you found at the scene. The victim was struck thrice. The first and second hits didn't break her skull; the third and final blow did. I found no other wounds on her body, not even scabs or light bruising from sporting activities."

"Well her mates did say she was a chronic homebody," Nick said.

"Oh, sounds familiar," Sara piped up, looking at Gil, who turned to her with a raised eyebrow. Nick and Al were grinning at them.

After the autopsy report, they went to do some more waiting, until Wendy texted Nick. "All the blood at the scene was a match to the vic's. Most of the hairs you found were from Davy, Brian and Jamie, but one of them was a match to the teacher, Connor Jameson," Wendy reported, handing the results sheet to Grissom, who took it and put on his glasses.

Since she was just in the next lab over, Mandy walked in to them. "Hey. I couldn't find any prints on the murder weapon. Those bloody smudges you gave me weren't enough for a print; the material of the hook is horrible for prints. I wish I had more exciting news." She handed her report over to Sara.

"It's okay. We'll find more," Nick said, charitable as always.

Just then, Grissom's phones chimed. He took it out and read the text. "It's Archie. He says he's found something." And just like that, he turned around and walked out of the lab.

"Thanks, guys," Nick said, starting to leave too.

"Thanks, guys," Sara repeated.

"You're welcome," they said at the same time.

They found Archie putting eyedrops in his eyes, sighing tiredly. "What've you got for us, Arch?" Nick asked. Sara walked up to Archie and put a hand on the back of his shoulder comfortingly.

Archie closed the bottle and put it down before starting. "It took me a really long while to find this; it was in a very secure folder," he said as he clicked on a few things and brought the displays up.

The CSIs went to look at them on the big screen. "What're we looking at?"

"This is all documented proof that one Connor Jameson has been stealing large amounts of money in small increments via online transfer. He's been stealing from multiple bank accounts; Celia's is one of them. She's been investigating it for months."

Grisson raised an eyebrow at the name of the thief. "Connor Jameson? That's the vic's tech teacher," Nick piped up.

"This gives us motive," Gil pointed out.

"Jameson must've found out his student was looking into him, tried to get her to stop, and when she refused, he got desperate," Sara reasoned.

The Grissoms look at Nick to see if he agreed. "I'll call Brass."

"You go on ahead. Gil and I'll hang back here," Sara said as she and her husband joined hands, Gil looking away shyly.

Nick nodded. "Okay." And off he went.

Gil and Sara looked at each other. Still holding hands, Gil led his wife to his office. Then, when they were some way inside, Gil turned to face Sara and walked her backwards until she was against a wall, gently pinning his body on hers and pressing his lips to hers, his eyes closed. Her eyes were closed too as she chuckled. Yep, they were gonna bang when they went home.

#csi #gsr #gil grissom #sara sidle #nick stokes #jim brass #mandy webster #wendy simms #archie johnson #al robbins #david philips #c-v-c-e fic

19 notes · View notes

satans-left-asscheeky · 2 years

Note

I made a very short post about this, but didn't elaborate on it:

How about Sole teaching their companions to drive after Sturges gets a prewar car working for them! :)

Hey! Love your blog so much! thanks for the ask :)

Maccready

"No way! think you can teach me how to drive so we can race this bad boy?"

Oh boyyy. See Mac has heard all about this wonderful thing called drag races and he's absolutely hooked... He'd want to paint a neon green racing stripe down it and give it a hideous leopard print interior. You know those guys who are super into cars? That's Mac... Sole really shouldn't have shown him the car because now he's addicted

Hancock

"Well would ya looky here. Can't wait to see the bastards in goodneighbors faces when I roll up in this thing"

Hancock gives mad fancy and cool car vibes. Like he'd totally have a sports car he loved dearly named after another founding father or some shit. red obviously. No but back to the prompt he thinks it's awesome, unlike Mac he doesn't want to race it because he doesn't wanna risk breaking it, but he does like it for practical and luxury uses.

Cait

"Would ya look at that. Let's take her out for a spin and see how fast it'll go!"

One word, reckless. Yet another racer. Don't let her and Mac around eachother or else it would cause a MASSIVE fued. Her car is always messy. Beer bottles, trash you name it its probably in there, but she loves it dearly. Probably sleeps in it.

Danse

"This will prove most useful to the brotherhood! Good job knight."

Doesn't the NCR canonically have cars? either way love or hate the brotherhood an army of armored men and women in vehicles is definitely an interesting step for the commonwealth... would they share the technology (especially since they weren't even the ones to figure it out)? or will they hord it? Given their history I'm far more inclined to say the latter is more probable. though that's not directly Danses fault.

Curie

"Oh this is most wonderful! With the car and the minutemen radio we can rush to injured citizens in no time. What an exciting advancement!"

She'd basically have her own personal ambulance. If word got out it would probably encourage the followers of the apocalypse to make their way west.

Deacon

"Woahhh.... how fast you think this thing can go?"

Though vocally he acts like he wants to race the car he knows what a rare opportunity this is and would only actually use it responsibly for the railroad. He's probably the safest driver and cringes hard at mac and Caits racing shenanigans

Piper

"Oh. My. God! This is such a huge step Blue! Do you realize how much this means?"

Cars are back! This means easier access to other regions of post apocalyptic America, better trade ruits, new writing opportunities and a huge step at rebuilding unified territories and expanding. This is truly amazing

Nick

"Most of the cases I cracked came from late night drives to clear my head. It's almost like a little bit of home just came back.... last time I felt that way was when I certain pre war vaultie asked for my help... seriously though kid tell Sturges thanks for me.... you two don't know how much this means...."

If he could Nick would be tearing up. When he first became a cop he was taught to have a safe space to retreat to when he needed to calm down, think or clear his head, and for him that had always been his car. One of the hardest parts of waking up in a post apocalyptic boston was finding his safe spot again and being able to feel comfortable and not on edge. Sole and Sturges just gave him back his safe spot and for that he'd grateful

Preston

Sturges, General! You know what this means right? We really can help are settlements at a minutes notice!!! Good job both of you."

Hes so excited! he'd never dreamed of ever having a car before and now he has one! There's so many places he wanted to go. He knew for sure he wanted to visit capital wastland and see all the monuments from before the war... he might just take nick and Mac to show him around... it'll be great

X6-88

*uninterested* "Congratulations ma'am/Sir....."

Hes indifferent. The institute had single handedly created teleportation and they were excited about a car? it just was strange to him. Are all humans this easily entertained?

129 notes · View notes

sob-sister · 5 months

Note

heyy same anon from yesterday about zion and tori. just wanted to say I totally know that she never moved in with him and wasn't trying to spread any misinformation. I was just seeing that ppl thought that maybe she would one day uproot her life and move there since she was always posting herself on flights going to KY or remember that time she posted her little bathroom setup at his house? and we all know she brought her kids to his for the holidays. listen at that point if jack asked her to jump she'd probably say how high. I think she might've been more insecure when he was at home rather than on the road. this is me speculating her mindset not saying it's fact. she might've thought hey these girls on tour are temporary whereas the girls here are more permanent since he obviously wants to stay and start a family here, he's definitely not going to come to me since we're not even public yet. maybe she felt like she had to prove herself more to his friends that she was the gf so she always felt the need to drop everything and go to him whenever he wanted.

also about the whole jack and zion hook up thing. I'm 50/50 on it like you. I wish we could see more videos of them interacting and not like a mv or tik tok. I'm someone who's really big on body language and I could tell u 95% if there's sexual tension between them. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if anyone of them in the group hooked up with her or her friends/cousins. this is not to say that guys and girls can't have completely platonic relationships but in group dynamics like there's it's like 8/10 chance that something happened between at least two of them.

hello. hello. i know you weren't trying to start anything, if it came across that way that was not my intention. i just feel the need to correct stuff as a lot of info about this whole situation is often wrong.

that's an interesting take, never thought of that before. on the road it was a "one and done" and she wouldn't even have known who the girl was, but back home … much to think about.

the proving herself thing is real and i wonder if she even formed genuine connections or if everyone was just going along with it for jack's sake. i am just thinking of this one video where she was backstage at his show and in the background we see urban and cozane and they are so unimpressed with her shenanigans. also that just made me think of another thing, i know we're focusing on the girls here, but i wonder what his guy friends thought? would love to hear some opinions on that.

well … some videos better come out soon and i am fully expecting you to be here with your body language readings. 😂

thank you for stopping by. have a good day.

2 notes · View notes

bridgertonbabe · 1 year

Note

Could I ask you for an director's cut of what happened after Eloise and Phillip banged in the library? How did they go from hot, public hook up to meeting his kids and dating? Sexual chemistry is one thing, becoming a family is another. I suppose that is also a theme of TSPWL.

After finishing what they had started in the library back at Eloise's flat, Phillip asked if she would be interested in seeing him again. He said he'd quite like to take her out to dinner or go on a date in general, or even if she only wanted to have something casual he was up for it; he just wanted to see more of her in any way that he can. Of course Eloise was just as eager to see him again in any capacity that he wanted and so after swapping numbers they agreed to arrange a date.

It was Eloise who suggested a date to Kew Gardens, feeling incredibly excited to walk around with a hot botanist on her arm explaining every single bit of flora to her in passionate detail. Before their planned date they texted all day everyday non-stop and once Phillip had put his kids to bed they'd Facetime and speak for hours on end, never tiring of talking to the other. They greatly enjoyed seeing each other in person by the time their date came about (and this time they got away with some sneaky public fornication without receiving a lifetime ban) and then Phillip asked her if she wanted to come back to his before immediately rescinding the invitation.

Eloise was momentarily left dumbfounded by his swift u-turn before he quickly explained that obviously if she came back to his she'd meet his kids and he had been so caught up in the joy her company brought him that he had completely forgotten about such a massive component to the future of their relationship; whether or not she wanted to be with a single father. Even though Eloise didn't have the best track record when it came to kids, she already felt the connection with Phillip was so indelible that nothing could scare her off him.

So he brought her home that night and introduced her to Oliver and Amanda as his "friend" (Eloise was more than happy to be introduced as such, and greatly acknowledged the sensitivity that came with this particular situation). Though the twins were initially wary about her (with Amanda's first question to her being, "why the fringe?"), after sharing a takeaway for dinner and spending the evening playing Mario Party, both Oliver and Amanda quickly warmed to her. Eloise spent the night with Phillip, the pair of them pleased with how well the first meeting with his kids had gone, until the next morning when Eloise woke up to find two sets of narrowed eyes staring at her from her bedside before Oliver asked, "are you a hooker?"

Immediately Phillip balked at his son's line of questioning and demanded to know where his son had learnt such a word and if he understood what it meant. It transpired that the twins were prone to picking up things they had heard in the school playground (and as Phillip later explained to Eloise this was where the twins learnt curse words before putting them into practice and shocking him in the process), which is how they had come to to the conclusion that Eloise was a hooker. Phillip immediately set his children straight, telling them that Eloise was not a hooker, but when the twins asked why their father was sharing a bed with his "friend" it was Eloise who explained she was their father's girlfriend - before immediately realising that she and Phillip had not had the boyfriend-girlfriend discussion yet and that she should not have accidentally made this assumption in front of his young and impressionable children. She looked apologetically to a surprised Phillip and waited with bated breath to see how he'd react; but then his face softened, his lips curving up into a smile, and he squeezed her hand before reaffirming to the twins that Eloise was his girlfriend. Though it might have been considered far too early to become boyfriend and girlfriend after a single date, they had spent two whole weeks prior to their first date getting to know each other over the phone and they had already expressed to one another how they had never felt this way about another person before.

From then on Eloise spent several days a week at her boyfriend's house, enjoying Phillip's quiet companionship throughout the day as they worked on their respective books in the same room but equally enjoying the fun and laughter when Oliver and Amanda came home. The four of them would play games, watch films, and eat dinner altogether, and Eloise would help the twins with their homework as well as help Phillip get them ready for bed in the evening. They'd go on family days out, whether that was trips to the park, nature reserves, and the zoo, and on one occasion Eloise even flew solo and took the twins to a classmate's birthday party and stayed for the duration of the children's party (her own personal nightmare). She didn't know when it had happened but she had fallen as much in love with the twins as she had with Phillip, with her favourite part of the week being Sunday mornings when Oliver and Amanda would wake up and join her and Phillip in bed for cuddles and nonsensical conversations. She never could have believed that a sudden heated hook-up in a library would lead to her becoming part of a little family after only a few short months but now she had them, there was nowhere else she'd rather be.

#asks #friends au #philloise #eloise x phillip #the crane twins #eloise bridgerton #phillip crane #oliver crane #amanda crane

8 notes · View notes